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Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: Incomparable Beauty by @lovetaroandtaemin

Incomparable Beauty

Bae Joohyun x Reader

Word Count: 12,965

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, fantasy AU

Rating: Explicit, MINORS DNI!

Summary: Y/N is a princess of the Galestorm Empire that's engaged to Prince Arthur of Eledath. She bonds with Prince Arthur quickly, but his mother, Queen Irene, immediately dislikes her. After disaster strikes, however, Y/N and the queen grow closer, resulting in a night neither of them will forget.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. Arranged marriage, jealousy, terrible revenge plots, unwanted suggestive flirting, generally unsettling men, murder (poison), mentions of war but no details, major character death (not Irene or the reader), detailed descriptions of grief, religious themes, age gap relationship (Reader is written to be in her early 20s and Irene is written to be in her mid 40s), infidelity, NSFW content (making out, unprotected sex, dom!Irene, some breast play, oral (f. recieving), use of a strap-on, some degradation and praise, a little bit of biting). If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!

A/N: This fic is part of the "Once Upon A Time" collab hosted by the amazing @nothoughtsjustfic!!! The fairy tale I chose as my inspiration was Snow White. I hope you guys like it! If you do, be sure to check out the collab masterlist, which is linked here. So many incredible writers are involved with this collab, and I definitely recommend showing them some support!

I also want to take a second and acknowledge the absolutely incredible @diamonddaze01, who made the banner for this fic. Thank you so much, Tara! If y'all like the banner as much as I do, definitely go show her blog some love!

Taglist: @xomakara

Fic is under the cut.

You knew exactly how your life would go from the moment you were old enough to understand your status as princess of the Galestorm Empire. From the time you were a young girl, your parents told you in no uncertain terms that you would be married off to a prince of whichever nearby kingdom your father wanted an alliance with, produce an heir, and live the rest of your days as a dutiful wife, loving mother, and dedicated queen. It was the life that you were born into, and though there were times that you desperately wanted to live your life on your own terms, you were determined to play your role to the best of your ability.

After your twenty-first birthday passed, you knew it was a matter of time before you would be engaged. So, when your mother came to you a few days after your birthday and told you that you were to be married to the Crown Prince Arthur of Eledath, you weren’t exactly surprised. You couldn’t really say that you liked your now-fiancé, considering that you’d never even met him before, but you still hoped that you could grow to love him one day.

As soon as your engagement was made official, you spent months learning as much as you could about Eledath, from its history and geography to cultural customs and court etiquette. In all honesty, you found the lessons boring, with none of the information you learned making the hours-long lectures worth it. However, you knew that they were necessary. After all, what kind of future queen would you be if you just showed up in a new country and made no effort to fit in or treat others with respect?

Once the team of tutors that had traveled from Eledath for your lessons deemed you ready, you packed all that you could and made the journey to your new home. Goldmyst Palace was said to be the home of fashion in Eledath, with everyone in the kingdom looking to Queen Irene and the rest of the ladies in court as icons of culture. Even outside of Eledath, neighboring kingdoms took inspiration from Queen Irene and her brilliant approach to personal style.

You had to admit, you were incredibly nervous to meet your now-fiancé’s parents. King John and Queen Irene had a well-earned reputation for being intimidating, and even the citizens of the Galestorm Empire knew that it was a bad idea to get on the Eledath royal family’s bad side.

When you arrived at Goldmyst, it seemed like the entire kingdom was at the palace’s gates to welcome their prince’s new fiancée. The crowd was a little bit overwhelming, to be honest, but it was nothing you hadn’t experienced before. After all, you’d made more than your fair share of public appearances at various meetings and festivals as princess of the Galestorm Empire. As you actually got past the gates, however, you realized that you were in over your head.

Goldmyst was easily twice as big as Sunrider Castle, where you grew up, and there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that there were three times as many people going about their business inside. As you waited to find out what the next step of starting your new life would be, you couldn’t help but wonder why there were so many people and what they possibly could have been doing. Some of them were carrying tools of their trades, so you could easily identify the cooks, blacksmiths, and cleaning staff, but others you couldn’t quite figure out.

You were distracted from your observations by an unfamiliar voice calling your name. You turned around to see who it was, and you saw one of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen. She wore an opulent gown that was made with the most luxurious-looking fabric you’d ever seen and covered with the finest pearls that money could buy. Every single thing about her made you stop and stare in complete awe, from the delicate crown on her head to her features that looked like they were sculpted by the goddess of beauty herself.

You knew before she even introduced herself that you were standing in front of Queen Irene.

“Your majesty,” you said with a curtsy, “I apologize if I kept you waiting.”

“It’s alright. Welcome to Goldmyst Palace, my dear. Would you like me to show you around and introduce you to my son?”

“That would be lovely, your majesty.”

“Then come with me.”

The queen showed you the location of every room in the palace that you had permission to enter, telling you about the history and purpose of each room as she went. As you looked around the vast and elegant spaces and watched people moving through them like they were meant to be there, not a single person looking out of place, you couldn’t help but hope that you could fit into this world one day, too.

The tour ended with Prince Arthur’s quarters, which were adjacent to the area of the palace that you would be staying in. It was there that you finally met your fiancé. He was conventionally attractive, something that you were embarrassed to admit you’d hoped for, and he looked to be very athletic, with a slim and muscular build. You couldn’t help but notice the way he avoided your eyes as you entered, however.

“Hello,” you said with yet another curtsy, “My name is (Y/N). It’s an honor to be your fiancée.”

“It’s an honor to be yours as well, my lady,” Arthur replied before kissing your hand, clearly more nervous than he wanted to admit. “Would you like to stay and play cards?”

“That sounds lovely.”

“I’ll give you two some privacy, then,” Irene said, turning toward the door.

“Wait, your majesty, please.”

The queen turned back to you with a look of confusion on her face and asked, “What is it, dear?”

“Thank you for the tour. I appreciate that you took time out of your busy schedule to show me around and make me feel welcome here.”

“You’re welcome, dear. Have fun with Arthur,” she said before she left the room.

From the moment Irene laid eyes on you, she didn’t like you. Every word that left your mouth sounded like you were reading from a script, you looked like a mess, and you were simply too naïve for your own good. Still, the queen knew better than to make snap judgements, so she decided that she would wait and see what you were like after you adjusted to life in court.

After Irene left the room, and you were alone with Arthur, an awkward silence filled the room. You wanted to say something, but you really didn’t know what. Based on the way he opened his mouth to speak and stopped himself, it seemed like Arthur wasn’t quite sure either. In the end, hoping to cut through the tension that had started to build, you decided to utilize some advice that your mother gave you before you left: when you want someone to open up to you, start by asking them about what makes them happy and really listen to what they have to say.

“So, Arthur, what makes you happiest in life?”

Your fiancée thought for a moment before he answered, “Art.”

“Why do you like it?”

“I think I’ve just always enjoyed making things. When I was a boy, I gravitated toward woodworking, but I lost interest as I got older. Now, I spend as much of my free time as I can painting and composing songs. Those aren’t exactly considered suitable hobbies for a future king, though, so my parents always try their best to steer me toward something else whenever they see me doing them.”

You softened as you heard Arthur speak about his hobbies. With a smile, you responded, “Can I see your paintings?”

He hesitated for a moment before he said, “Sure. I’ve converted one of the smaller rooms that’s attached to this one to a small gallery. I can show you, if you’d like.”

“That sounds lovely.”

“Follow me,” he said, a mischievous grin forming on his face.

You followed Arthur to a corner of the room that you wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t pointed it out to you. He started to search the wall for something, which you found odd at first. It all started to make sense, however, when you heard a click as he touched a certain part of the wall. You had to admit that you were a bit startled by the bookshelf on the adjacent wall starting to move when he pushed the button, though.

You were hesitant to go through the newly opened passage at first, but when Arthur turned back toward you with the same mischievous smile as before, you were inclined to trust him. Sure, it probably wasn’t wise to trust a man that you just met, especially when he tried to lead you through a secret passage, but the man that you’d just met was your fiancé, after all. You would have to trust him if you were going to marry him.

You followed Arthur through the cramped passage into a small room filled with the most beautiful paintings that you’d ever seen. He had a unique ability to capture the essence of every subject, from human to animal or even plant, and make them look as if they were about to jump right off of the canvas. His attention to detail was astonishing, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful that he already trusted you enough to let you see the things that he created.

“Thank you for showing me this,” you said.

“Thank you for caring to see it.”

There was a short moment of silence after he spoke, though it wasn’t as awkward as it was before he started to open up to you. You were the first one to break the silence once again when you said, “I seem to remember being promised a card game,” a soft smile gracing your features.

“That you were. Shall we?”

“We shall.”

You and Arthur made your way back through the secret passage, and he closed the door by pressing the same button that had opened it. You wanted to ask him more about the passage, but you figured that it was a bad time. Besides, you were actually quite excited to play a game with him.

While Arthur taught you to play his favorite card game, the two of you got to know each other far better. He promised to play you some of his compositions next time the two of you were alone together, and you told him a bit more about your own hobbies.

“What do you like to do for fun, (Y/N)?” he asked, hoping to get you to open up the same way he’d opened up to you.

“I love to sew. I learned from my governess as a child. I took to it like a fish to water, as she would say.”

“Why do you like it?”

“The quiet time spent creating is good for my mood, and I enjoy being able to make things for myself instead of relying on others. I actually made most of the clothes that I brought with me here.”

“That’s amazing. You’re quite talented.”

“So are you.”

As the game went on, you no longer viewed Arthur as a stranger. You wouldn’t necessarily say that you were in love with him like you’d hoped, but you were definitely beginning to consider him a friend. When you saw the way he smiled at you after you beat him at the game, you felt safe in the assumption that he was starting to view you the same way.

Life in Goldmyst Palace was vastly different from your upbringing at Sunrider Castle, so it took you quite some time to adjust to your new home. While the etiquette wasn’t necessarily stricter than back home, it was quite different. For example, when you had meals at Sunrider, it was customary to wait until everyone at your table was finished eating to leave. At Goldmyst, you had to get used to the fact that you were permitted to go back to your quarters as soon as you were done eating. You tried to remember all the rules right away, but it would have been a lie to say that you didn’t struggle at first.

Irene saw the way you struggled over the course of your first few weeks at Goldmyst and desperately tried to convince her husband that you weren’t a good enough match for Arthur. John tended to wave her off, however, citing how powerful the Galestorm Empire was and how beneficial the match would be for Eledath. What the king didn’t know, however, was that there was another reason for Irene’s dislike of you. It made sense that he didn’t know, though. After all, how could he know about the things that his wife did while he slept if she didn’t tell him?

When the queen disappeared into her private chambers after her husband went to bed, she consulted her closest advisor: an enchanted mirror that she received as a wedding gift from her mother. It was charmed to always give a truthful answer when asked a question, no matter what it was, and she treasured its advice.

When Irene was certain that no one else would hear her whispers, she asked the mirror for advice in maintaining her appearance, as well as asking who the most beautiful woman in the kingdom was. Every night, without fail, the mirror would respond that she was the most beautiful and help her keep it that way. Since you’d arrived at Goldmyst Palace, however, the mirror had begun to give her a different answer.

“Magic mirror in my hand, who is the most beautiful woman in the land?” Irene asked, desperate for a different answer than the night before.

“As much as I wish I could say that it is you, my queen,” the voice within the mirror began, “it is not. You know as well as I that the answer to your question is (Y/N).”

“Isn’t there something that you could tell me that could help me surpass her once again?”

“I am afraid there is not.”

Already growing frustrated with its lack of assistance, she said, “I should smash you to bits,” and put the mirror away.

Once the mirror was tucked away, Irene went to bed in hopes of getting some beauty rest. She spent hours trying to sleep before giving up and thinking about the things that she could do to restore her position as the most beautiful woman in the kingdom. However, since the mirror decided not to give her any actual advice this time, she decided to just handle the situation herself.

What Irene really wanted to do was send you back to the Galestorm Empire and call off the engagement entirely. Her husband would never allow that, however, considering how important their allyship would be in times of war. The next thing that Irene thought about doing was disposing of you the old-fashioned way. The moment the thought crossed her mind; however, she decided against it, considering it too drastic. In the end, she settled on something much more satisfying, anyway: simple revenge.

While Irene was planning her revenge over the mirror’s declaration, you were finding yourself growing closer to Arthur than you originally thought that you would. As you became more comfortable at Goldmyst Palace, you found yourself spending as much time as possible with your fiancé and actually enjoying his company.

Your favorite way to spend time with Arthur was to watch him paint while you attended to garments that needed to be mended. As each of you worked on your respective projects, you would ask each other questions about them, as well as discussing whatever came to mind, like your upcoming wedding.

“Can I ask you something?” Arthur inquired as he painted a flower.

“Of course. What is it?”

“What kind of wedding do you want?”

The question made you stop and think for longer than you would have liked. Truthfully, you’d never really thought about the matter. Until Arthur asked, you assumed that you wouldn’t really get to have a say. The more you thought about it, however, the more you realized that you did have a few ideas for what you wanted your wedding to be like.

“I think I’d like to have lots of flowers. A large bouquet, flowers decorating the entire hall, just, flowers everywhere. I’d also like to make my own dress, if possible.”

“Are you sure? That seems like a difficult job.”

“It will be, but that’s why I want to do it.”

“I admire your persistence, (Y/N).”

“Thank you.”

“I admire you.” Arthur’s voice was softer as he spoke this time, as if he was nervous about your response.

“I admire you as well.”

There was a moment of silence after that, since both of you were unsure of how to continue the conversation. Arthur was the first to break it this time, however, by asking, “May I kiss you?”

You nodded, placing the stockings that you were mending to the side, and Arthur carefully placed his brush in a cup that was set up by his easel. He seemed hesitant at first, but the moment his lips met yours, he melted into you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and he let out a soft sigh.

Your intimate moment with Arthur was interrupted by a knock on your door and Irene’s voice saying, “(Y/N)! I need to speak with you about something!”

You quickly pulled away, picking up your mending to appear like you weren’t just doing something that your fiancé’s mother may not approve of. “Come in!” you called.

Irene opened the door and found an empty chair to sit in before she said, “We need to discuss your wardrobe,” holding back a smile as she set her plan to make you look bad into motion.

“Is something that I’ve worn inappropriate?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact.”

Irene then went on to explain that some of your gowns were a bit too extravagant to wear out and about in the palace. When you asked why, she didn’t exactly give you a solid answer, though. Regardless, you agreed to hide the gowns that she said you couldn’t wear in the back of your closet.

The first part of Irene’s plan to make you look bad backfired spectacularly.

Instead of your lack of opulent bejeweled gowns like the other women in the palace making you look frumpy and uninspired, like she’d hoped, you were the talk of the palace. Everyone that saw you spoke of how you didn’t need to rely on elaborate gowns to make yourself look good, since you were so naturally beautiful already, and how they loved your creativity when it came to simple yet dazzling accessories.

Irene was enraged the failure of step one of her plan, but she still had hope for step two. Step two of her plan was to give you the worst makeup in her personal collection. There was a lot in Irene’s extensive makeup selection that she had wanted to get rid of for some time, since they were of atrocious quality, but she didn’t really have a means to do so in a manner that wasn’t wasteful. At least, she didn’t until you came along.

You had no idea that when Irene gave you her old makeup, she was trying to sabotage you. You honestly thought that she was trying to help you fit in, and you greatly appreciated the gesture. While you’d gotten better at remembering the rules of the court, you still felt out of place in most situations, and a friendly face was exactly what you needed. Sure, you had Arthur, and you appreciated his companionship, but having another woman looking out for you helped your spirits immensely.

The old makeup also did nothing to make you appear any less beautiful according to the nobles of Goldmyst Palace. In fact, you were praised for your skills in applying it, and it was yet another reason for you to be the talk of the palace. Your fiancé was especially vocal about your beauty, spending every moment that the two of you were together complimenting you. The compliments you received from Arthur as well as everyone else at court greatly improved your mood, and you finally started to feel like you belonged.

The fact that nothing was working only got more and more frustrating for Irene. In the end, desperate and unsure of what else to do, she decided to consult her mirror again. Once again, it wasn’t helpful in the slightest. It gave her the same answers as before, and she was angry, to say the least. She was also desperate though, and that meant that she was willing to try anything. Even the drastic measures that the mirror was about to suggest.

The suggestion came when she was just about to put the mirror away for the night. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “God, I just don’t know what to do. I can’t get rid of her, and-”

“You could, my queen.”

“What do you mean? I can’t send her back to the Galestorm Empire.”

“That’s not the only way to get rid of her,” the mirror replied matter-of-factly.

Irene let out a frustrated groan and responded, “Don’t you think that’s too drastic?”

“It would solidify your place as the most beautiful woman in the kingdom once again. Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that what your mother always taught you to strive to be?”

“You do have a point,” Irene mumbled. From the moment she was old enough to understand speech, her mother instilled one core philosophy: maintain your beauty, and the world will give you everything that you could ever want. She was also taught from an early age to never settle for second place, and she was growing increasingly desperate, so she couldn’t help but consider what the mirror was implying that she should do.

“Very well,” Irene said with another reluctant sigh. “How do you suggest I do it?”

“Poison. If you do it right, it will look like an accident, and there will be no ugly wounds on her corpse.”

“I suppose you’re right. I’ll figure everything out tomorrow. Thank you for your help, mirror.”

“You’re welcome, my queen.”

With that, Irene put the mirror back in its rightful place and went to bed. For the first time in far too long, she didn’t struggle to fall asleep. Instead, she dreamt of being the most beautiful woman in the Kingdom of Eledath again.

The next morning came, and as soon as her official duties for the day were done, Irene went directly to the royal library to search for a book about poisons. As she began to wander and examine each shelf, however, she realized that it would probably be much harder to find than she originally anticipated. Of course, she knew that it wouldn’t be right out in the open, but she’d started out hopeful that she wouldn’t have to spend an eternity searching for the book that she needed. As time went on, however, and she didn’t find anything even close to what she was looking for, she started to lose that hope.

Just when Irene was about to give up and find some other way to get rid of you, she found exactly what she needed. It was in the furthest corner of the library, covered in dust that indicated that it hadn’t been touched in years.

The title of the book was in a language that Irene didn’t quite understand, but something in her gut told her that it would prove to be useful. As she flipped through its pages, her gut instinct was proven correct. There were detailed instructions for a variety of poisons. Some of them caused slow, painful deaths, while others were for quick “mercy killings” that could easily be mistaken for something else.

After what felt like hours of looking through the book, Irene decided on a tasteless, odorless potion that could mimic the symptoms of a heart attack if made correctly. Since she had a plan, the next thing she did was start to gather ingredients. The palace had everything needed to make the potion somewhere on the grounds, which she was incredibly grateful for. After all, it would have been difficult to explain why she needed to travel if she couldn’t tell anyone what she was using the ingredients for.

A few courtiers and members of the palace staff asked Irene what she was gathering supplies for, but all she had to do to get them off her back was tell them that she was making an experimental beauty treatment that she’d heard about. Even the most beauty-conscious noblewomen in the palace left her alone, considering they didn’t want to be involved if the “experimental treatment” was a failure.

Once she had all of the ingredients, she carefully combined them, following the instructions in the book to the letter. Every step was completed with precision as she thought about potential explanations for your sudden passing, like the stress of adjusting to living in a different country getting to you or some kind of freak accident.

Irene’s plan was absolutely perfect. She mixed the potion into an otherwise ordinary glass of wine before bringing it to your chambers. With a fake smile plastered onto her face, she said, “I’ve noticed that you’ve been a bit stressed since your arrival here. I thought that some wine and company would help ease some of that stress.”

“Thank you, your majesty. You’ve been very kind to me since I arrived, and I greatly appreciate it.”

“Of course, dear. It’s clear that Arthur cares for you very deeply, and if he’s happy, I’m happy.”

“I care for him very deeply as well.”

The realization that you weren’t lying anymore when you said that you cared for Arthur caught you by surprise, in all honesty. From the moment you arrived, you were certain that your fiancé would be an acquaintance to you and nothing else, at least behind closed doors. Your preconceived notions fell apart, however, as you actually spent more time with him. After all, he was kind and intelligent, never failing to amaze you with the way he cared for other people or seemed to always know the answer when someone at court asked him a question.

Your thoughts of Arthur were interrupted by Irene calling your name.

“I’m sorry, your majesty. What were you saying?”

“Please, call me Irene. There’s no need to be so formal when it’s just us, dear. I just asked if you and Arthur have discussed wedding plans at all.”

“Well, truthfully, we haven’t talked about it much. I was actually hoping to arrange a meeting with you and your husband to discuss it.”

“I’ll discuss it with John when he’s done with his meetings for the day.”

“Thank y-”

Your conversation with Irene was cut short by the king arriving and requesting his wife’s presence. “Irene, my love, will you join me for a moment?” he inquired, “There’s an urgent matter that I need to discuss with you.”

“Of course, darling,” Irene began. Then, she turned to you and said, “I’ll come back as soon as I can, dear. Please, enjoy your wine.”

“Thank you, your majesty.”

Irene left with her husband, and you were just about to take a sip of the wine that Irene brought you when someone knocked on your door. Not expecting company, you opened it cautiously. Upon opening the door, you saw a man that you didn’t recognize. All you really knew for sure was that he was older, at least sixty years old based on his physical appearance, and rich (or at least faking it), based on the expensive suit that he wore.

With an unsettling smile, he said, “Greetings, princess. I’m Lord Edward. May I come in?”

Every bone in your body screamed to tell him to leave you alone, but you worried for your safety if he didn’t like your answer. So, you quietly said, “Of course. It’s nice to meet you, Lord Edward.”

You moved out of the way to let Lord Edward into your chambers, and he strolled in like they were his own. He even took a drink of the wine that Irene had brought to your room earlier, which was incredibly upsetting. The man in your room seemed to have no concept of politeness and common decency, and every moment alone with him made you uncomfortable. You were nothing if not polite to everyone that you met, however, so, you suffered through it. Hopefully, the end of your time with him would end sooner rather than later.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Lord Edward cleared his throat. “So, young lady,” he began, “would you like to spend some time in the garden with me? There’s a special seed that was recently imported that I’d very much like to show you.”

At that point, you decided that you’d had enough, politeness be damned. You felt unsafe in his presence, and you were already growing tired of hiding behind false kindness. So, you firmly said, “No thank you, sir. I’d like to stay here.

“Come on, princess. You don’t want me to show you a good time before your wedding?”

“No, I don’t. Please leave now.”

“I really would like to stay. We just met, after all, so we should get to know each other a little bit.”

“I said, leave!” you yelled, fear and anger evident in your voice.

Almost immediately after you shouted at Lord Edward to leave, he clutched his chest and groaned, a look of pain etched onto his features. Unsure of what was happening or how to help, you swiftly left your room to find the royal physician. It took you longer than you’d hoped, since he wasn’t in his room, but you did eventually find him.

By the time you got back to your chambers with the royal physician, however, it was too late for Lord Edward. He was motionless on your floor, and the royal physician said, “I think he’s gone, your grace.”

What happened next was a blur. The royal physician called for the coroner, and the king and queen were notified of Lord Edward’s death. At one point you were pretty sure that you were asked questions by the coroner, but you couldn’t remember any of them. Everything was moving too fast for you to keep up, and you were riddled with guilt over the fact that you didn’t get the royal physician back to your chambers in time.

Irene was livid that the tea meant for you had taken Lord Edward’s life instead. Once again, her plan of getting rid of you had failed. Feeling defeated, she interpreted the event as a sign that she had to give up. After all, she’d tried everything that she could possibly think of, and everything she tried went horribly wrong in some way. So, in an attempt to avoid further casualties, she finally began to accept that she would just have to deal with you.

The fact that she had to deal with you being around didn’t mean that she had to like you, however. So, while she would be kind to your face for her son’s sake, she would not do more for you than she absolutely had to.

After Lord Edward’s passing, you noticed that Irene was far colder with you than usual, never paying attention to you or speaking to you beyond basic greetings or one-worded answers. You wanted to just ask her what you did wrong, why she wasn’t as warm to you as she had been, but it never seemed to be the right time.

The only thing you could possibly think of was that she blamed you for Lord Edward’s death. You couldn’t wrap your mind around why she could possibly think that, however. The royal coroner had declared the cause of death to be a heart attack, something that it would have been impossible for you to have a hand in. Still, Irene’s behavior only started to shift after his death, and you couldn’t think of any other reason for the change.

After spending a week wracking your brain for answers, you decided to try again to ask Irene what you did to change how she felt about you. You asked Arthur if he could ask his mother to meet with you on a day that you knew she wouldn’t be busy, and he happily agreed. About an hour later, he came back to you with a time that she would come to see you in your quarters.

The agreed-upon time came and went, and Irene was nowhere to be seen. As you waited for her to arrive, the frustration caused by the initial change in her behavior shifted to fully blown anger. You were livid that she couldn’t even show you enough basic decency to tell you what you’d done to upset her, and you were livid that she was nowhere to be seen at the time that she willingly agreed to see you.

After another few hours of waiting, you realized that you would probably just have to accept that she was treating you differently and hope that someday she would warm up to you again. You weren’t exactly sure if that would actually happen, but you had to let yourself have a little bit of hope that everything would be ok.

Your hope of palace life getting any better was quickly shattered the next morning when John, Irene, and Arthur all came to your chambers shortly after you woke up. You had a feeling that something was wrong based on the solemn expressions on their faces, and your suspicions were only confirmed when Arthur said, “Honey, there’s something that we need to speak to you about.”

“What is it?”

There was a brief silence as everyone tried to find the words to explain what had happened the day before. John was the first to break it, saying, “The kingdom of Terenassus has declared war, so Arthur and I will be leaving for the nearest military base shortly. We’re just here to say goodbye.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but our wedding will have to wait until the war ends,” Arthur added sorrowfully.

With tears in your eyes, you said, “I understand,” and stood to hug Arthur. He embraced you like he never would again, and you leaned closer to his ear and whispered, “I expect you to come home safely, Arthur.”

“I will, I assure you. I love you.”

Your eyes started to water as you realized that this was the first time he’d told you that he loved you. With a deep breath, you replied, “I love you, too.”

You let go of your fiancé, and it was John’s turn to pull you into a hug. As he pulled away, he made eye contact with you and said, “I expect you to take care of my wife while I’m gone, (Y/N).”

“I will, your highness. I swear.”

“Thank you.”

John kissed Irene one more time, and he and Arthur left.

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before you took yet another deep breath and said, “Are you ok, your majesty?”

Your question was all it took for the dam to break. Irene started to cry like you’d never seen her cry before, ruining her carefully applied makeup. You were sure that she would be upset when she realized, but this was definitely not the time to point it out. Regardless, you felt like you had to say something. Not knowing what else to do, you gave her a hug and said, “Would you like to come in?”

Through her tears, she replied, “That would be nice. Thank you, dear.”

You let go of Irene and moved out of the doorway to your chambers so that she could enter. Once she was inside, you carefully shut the door and asked, “Do you want to talk about how you’re feeling, or would you rather talk about something else to get your mind off of things?”

“I think I’d like to talk about something else, if that’s alright.”

“Of course. What would you like to talk about?”

“Well, how do you feel about life in the palace?”

With a sigh, you said, “It is quite different from what I expected. The way people interact is so different from the way I’m used to interacting with people back home. And, truthfully, I had a very specific picture of what I thought engaged life would be like that is very different from what actually happened.”

“Am I correct in assuming that means that you didn’t expect to enjoy Arthur’s company as much as you do?”

“If I’m being completely honest, yes. When I first arrived, I thought that we would be roommates that hardly spoke unless it was necessary. Now, I find myself missing him when he’s away and wanting to spend time with him even when we aren’t discussing wedding plans or attending official events together.”

“I had the same experience when John and I first met. I arrived certain that we would be acquaintances at best, and now I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone else. Except Arthur, of course, but the love a mother has for her son is different than the love a wife has for her husband.”

“What was Goldmyst Palace like when you first arrived?”

“Well, it was much smaller than it is now,” Irene recalled with a soft laugh. “John had a number of new wings built to show off when the kingdom first started to prosper. You know how kings are.”

“Yes, I do,” you laughed. “My father was always adding new things to various rooms in the castle back home.”

“What is it like in the Galestorm Empire?”

“It’s wonderful. The court etiquette is vastly different than it is here, and Sunrider Castle was very different than Goldmyst, but I loved it.” After a moment of silence, you asked, “Can I ask where you grew up?”

“I’m from Caerrowe. I was actually about your age when I moved here to marry John.”

“How long have you been married?”

“Our twenty-five-year anniversary is this summer.”

As you processed everything that Irene had told you, you couldn’t help but hope that your relationship with Arthur could be similar to the one that his parents had. If the way that John and Irene looked at each other when they thought that no one was watching them was any indication, they loved each other dearly. John also constantly surprised Irene with beautiful gifts from his travels outside of the kingdom, and Irene spent a significant amount of her free time with John, provided that he wasn’t busy with other things. They had a marriage that everyone in the kingdom wished that they had, and now you included yourself in that, too.

You and Irene continued to talk about your lives before moving to Eledath for what felt like hours after that, and by the end of your conversation, Irene looked noticeably lighter than when she first entered your chambers. You couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride at the fact that you’d been able to provide some comfort in a difficult time, and you hoped that the solace you’d found in each other after Arthur and John left was a sign of a closer bond in the future.

Just like you’d hoped, you only grew closer to Irene as the war with Terenassus raged on. In the months since your fiancé and his father left to fight, your future mother-in-law had become your closest confidant. You shared stories from your childhood with her that you hadn’t even told your own parents, and you were immensely grateful to have someone to talk to that understood just how much you missed Arthur.

While your fiancé was away, you wrote him letters as often as you could. Sure, you knew that he probably wouldn’t receive them right away, but you still wanted to take the time to let him know that you loved him and that you were thinking of him. He responded to every letter that he received telling you the same, as well as sharing stories of the war and lamenting the fact that he had to wait longer than anticipated to marry you. Reading his desperation to finally marry you only made you want him to return sooner.

Things took a turn for the worse when you suddenly stopped receiving letters from Arthur with no explanation. You asked Irene if she’d heard from him, and she said that she hadn’t. She assured you that she would ask John for news of Arthur’s health, however, and it made you feel slightly better.

Weeks went by, and you still didn’t hear from Arthur. There was no news of him in John’s letters to Irene, either. You tried to reason with yourself, reminding yourself that men at war are often busy, which makes them forgetful, but it did nothing for your anxiety.

As the weeks turned to months, it got harder and harder to avoid thinking about the worst possible outcome. You tried desperately to suppress the thought that he had gotten hurt, or worse, but your mind loved to play tricks on you by letting your fears get the better of you. Despite your fear, however, you constantly reminded yourself to hold on to that little bit of hope that got you through the day, the hope that your fiancé would come home to you soon.

The next day, your hope was shattered. You woke up to a blood-curdling scream, followed by devastated sobs. When you realized that the sobs sounded like Irene’s, you ran to her chambers to find out what was going on, though deep down, you had a feeling that you knew exactly what had happened. Still, when you arrived, you asked, “What’s wrong, your majesty?”

“Arthur is gone.”

And just like that, your world collapsed.

“Depressed” did not even begin to describe the utter despair that filled every corner of your heart as you tried to process that you would never get to see your fiancé again. All you could do was collapse to the floor and shriek just as Irene had, too overcome by grief to even hold yourself upright.

This wasn’t how your life was supposed to go. Arthur was meant to come home safe and sound when the war ended, and the two of you were meant to go back to planning your wedding. You were meant to marry him and spend the rest of your life in the palace, helping Arthur take care of the citizens of Eledath with the same diligence his parents had. You were meant to have his children and spend your days that weren’t filled with meetings and official events caring for miniature manifestations of the love that the two of you had for each other.

You loved him, and you had no idea how to go on now that the life you were supposed to have with him was cut short.

A week after your world was turned upside down, John returned home with news that the war was over. When you saw him, you were relieved that he came home in one piece, even though he definitely had some new scars, both physical and emotional. A small part of you, however, resented him for coming home when Arthur never would. You hated yourself for even acknowledging the ugly emotions that sprung forward when you saw John and Irene for the first time after his return, but the envy and pain that you felt was all too real, and you knew that you’d never heal if you couldn’t admit that you felt the way you did.

After the king let go of his wife, he turned to you with tears in his eyes and a look of guilt on his face and said, “I’m so sorry.”

All you could do in response was sob.

Irene immediately pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back as you cried into her shoulder. You found some comfort in the gesture, despite the despair still threatening to swallow you whole. Once you felt like you couldn’t cry anymore, you let go of Irene and said, “I’m grateful that you returned home safely, your highness,” and left for your chambers so that you could be alone with your thoughts.

A few days after John returned to the palace, you requested a meeting with him and Irene at their earliest convenience. Their earliest convenience turned out to be immediately, and you couldn’t help but feel relief that you would get to share your new idea with them sooner rather than later. As you entered the meeting room, the advisors and other government officials left, citing some “official business” they had to attend to. You knew that they were probably just trying to give you privacy, though, most likely at John and Irene’s request.

Once you were alone with the king and queen, you began, “Your highness, your majesty,” curtsying as you spoke, “I have an idea that I’d like to discuss with you both regarding a memorial for Arthur.”

There was a moment of silence at the mention of the one thing no one in the room wanted to think about. Irene was the first to break it, urging, “(Y/N), dear, you don’t have to address us so formally. Especially when we’re speaking in private.”

“What’s your idea?” John chimed in.

“What if we organize a memorial gallery? I know where Arthur stored his paintings. I could display some of them in the grand hall during his funeral.”

Irene softened when she heard your idea and said, “That sounds wonderful. Thank you.”

“Thank you, (Y/N). I’m sure that he would love that,” John added, his voice breaking as he thought about his son. “Was there anything else that you wanted to discuss?”

“That was all. Thank you for listening.”

Another silence fell over the room as everyone got lost in their own thoughts. You didn’t know the specifics of what Irene and John were thinking about, but you had a strong feeling that their thoughts revolved around the same person that yours did. Not wanting to pry or bother them any further, you said, “I need to go. Thank you again for listening. I’ll let you know when I decide which paintings to display.”

“Thank you, dear,” Irene said, clearly trying not to cry.

You left the meeting room after that, desperate to be alone with your thoughts. When you got back to your chambers, you collapsed onto your bed and let yourself bawl until you couldn’t anymore as you found yourself once again thinking about the life that you should have had with Arthur.

Once your tears had run dry, at least for the day, you found yourself too exhausted to even begin to think about doing anything but sleeping. So, you allowed yourself to drift off, dreaming of the happy reunion that you wished that you could have.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt at least somewhat refreshed by the pleasant dream you’d had. So, you went right to Arthur’s chambers to decide which of his paintings to display at the funeral that was rapidly approaching. A fresh wave of pain crashed over you as you entered the room and started to think about the fact that you would never get to spend time with him there again, but you still tried to focus on the task at hand.

You made your way to the seemingly forgotten corner of Arthur’s bedroom that housed the secret passage and fumbled for the button the same way that your forever fiancé did the day that you arrived. The bookcase shifted, and instead of frightening you, the noises it made as it shifted into place were comforting.

You entered the gallery that Arthur kept his paintings in, and at first, you struggled to decide which of his paintings to display for the funeral. As you wandered around the room and carefully examined each one, however, there was one that caught your eye.

It was a painting of a vase of sunflowers and roses, which you’d told him were your favorite flowers. He’d started it shortly before the war began, so while it was clear what the painting was depicting, it was still largely unfinished. The moment you saw it; however, you thought that it was perfect for the display. As you continued to look through Arthur’s gallery, you found a few others that you thought would be fitting as well: a portrait of his parents that he’d painted for their anniversary and a self-portrait that he’d painted shortly before you arrived.

With the paintings chosen, you took them out of the private gallery and into the grand hall, which had everything that was needed for the funeral. Seeing so many people put in so much work to plan a memorial for the man that you loved moved you to tears, and you could only hope that Arthur knew just how many people cared for him when he was alive.

The day of the funeral came, and you spent the entire morning feeling like you were going to throw up. Everything necessary for the memorial was in the grand hall, but there was still so much to do to actually prepare. You did as much as you could, but there were moments when you had to step away because you were on the verge of tears. Whenever that happened, Irene was right by your side, comforting you however you needed her to.

“I don’t know if I’ve told you this before, but he told me that he was in love with you right before he said it to you as he was saying goodbye,” she said.

“Really?” you asked through your tears.

Irene nodded before she continued, “He told me how excited he was for the wedding and how happy he was that you were the woman he was gonna marry.” There was a moment of silence before she added, “He was so happy to have you.”

“I was happy to have him, too.”

Irene pulled you into a tight hug as you started to cry again, whispering words of reassurance as you tried desperately to calm down. Once you felt like you could breathe again, you thanked her and went back to preparations.

Arthur’s funeral was a blur of heartache as you sat in the grand hall and listened to the priest that lived on the palace grounds deliver a sermon on the healing power of God in times of grief. You’d never really considered yourself religious before, but you had to admit that the priest’s words moved you. Especially when you thought about the idea of seeing Arthur again in the afterlife.

After the sermon, several people spoke about their memories of Arthur in a beautiful celebration of his life. You were invited to share stories about your relationship with him as well, but you declined, unsure if you would be able to maintain your composure long enough to deliver a coherent speech.

Irene, however, as she shared stories from Arthur’s childhood and spoke about how much she loved her son, was the epitome of grace under pressure. You could see from the look in her eyes that she was probably going to break as soon as she was out of the kingdom’s view, but while she stood at the front of the grand hall telling a story about how Arthur fell in love with art as a child, she held herself together in a way that you could only hope to. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you envied how composed she was. You were determined not to think about that, however, instead choosing to focus on thoughts of the time that you did have with Arthur, no matter how limited it was.

As you left the grand hall, you heard Irene call your name. You turned around to see tears in her eyes and asked, “Yes, your majesty?”

“Thank you. The gallery was beautiful.”

“I’m just happy that we gave Arthur the best sendoff that we could. Thank you for being there for me as I’ve grieved.”

“I should thank you for the same. Your company has brought me more comfort and peace in these difficult times than you will ever know.”

Irene pulled you into a hug as you started to cry, and a few stray tears fell from her eyes as well. As the two of you sobbed in each other’s arms, you couldn’t help but feel grateful that you’d met someone like Irene that cared about you enough to be there for you as you experienced what had to be the worst pain of your life.

About a month after the funeral, your world was turned upside down again by a knock on your door. You opened it, and Irene stood before you. She looked like she’d been crying, but you decided not to bring attention to it. With a dejected sigh, she asked, “Would you please come with me? My husband has something that he’d like to discuss with you.”

“Of course.”

You followed Irene to the same meeting room where you’d proposed the memorial gallery, and when you arrived, John was waiting inside. As your eyes met, you noticed that he looked guilty, just like he had the day that he returned home from the war. You wanted to just ask him what was wrong, why he looked at you like he knew he was going to hurt you with what he had to say, but you decided not to make a scene. After all, you would find out soon enough.

You took a seat as Irene took her place next to John, and the first words out of the king’s mouth were, “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

“What’s going on, your highness?”

John didn’t have the heart to ask you to drop the formalities this time. Instead, he simply continued, “We’ve contacted your mother and father. They believe, as I do, that it would be best if you returned home to the Galestorm Empire, since you’re no longer marrying Arthur.”

You were truly at a loss for words.

Sure, you weren’t exactly thrilled to be in Eledath when you first arrived, but as time went on, you found yourself feeling at home in Goldmyst Palace, and you wanted to stay. It was kind of funny, really. Now that you didn’t actually want to leave, you had to.

Fighting back tears, you finally said, “I’ll start packing my things as soon as possible.”

“I’m sorry that it’s come to this, (Y/N),” John said with a sigh.

“It’s alright, really. I understand,” you replied.

After that, you turned away from the king and queen and made your way toward the door, hoping that they didn’t notice the tears in your eyes that were threatening to fall at any moment. Once you were out of the meeting room, you returned to your chambers to begin packing in hopes it would distract you from your sorrow.

Packing everything that you brought with you when you first came to Eledath was difficult and time-consuming, but you did manage to do it on your own. You definitely didn’t enjoy doing it, though. Regardless, you knew that it had to be done, and you were proud of yourself for maintaining your composure long enough to actually do it.

As soon as you were done packing, however, you laid down on your bed and finally let the tears that you’d spent hours fighting back fall freely. You cried like you hadn’t in a long time, desperate to finally find some catharsis as all of the emotions that you’d been bottling up bubbled over and threatened to consume you. While you sobbed, you thought about your time with Arthur that you still wished hadn’t been cut short, your growing closeness to Irene that you would miss when you went home, and your overwhelming desire to stay in the home that you’d found in what was once an unfamiliar kingdom until you fell asleep.

You woke up the next morning to yet another knock on your door. You wanted to pretend that you were still sleeping and ignore it, but when you once again heard Irene’s voice calling your name on the other side, you knew that you couldn’t.

With a sigh, you got out of bed and answered the door. Irene appeared to be in a much better mood this time, however, smiling as she asked, “Can I speak to you about something?”

“Of course, your majesty. What is it?” you asked, allowing her into your chambers.

“Please, drop the formalities, dear,” Irene gently scolded as she entered. “I have exciting news!”

“What is it?”

“I spoke to John, and we may have a solution for what was discussed yesterday.”

“Do you mean going home?”

“Yes. What would you say if I asked you to stay here as a royal companion?” You were speechless, so she continued, “You wouldn’t have to do anything. You could just spend time with me as I go about my duties and attend events.”

You thought for a moment before you said, “What about my parents? Didn’t they want me to come home?”

“Well, yes, but John agreed to send them a letter and request their permission to let you stay if you want to. If we send it today, we should receive a response from them by the end of this week. What do you think?”

“I think it’s an incredibly generous offer. Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

A smile graced your face for the first time since the meeting about your return home, and you said, “I think that sounds lovely.”

“Wonderful! I’ll tell John, and he can write the letter to your parents. I’m so happy you’re staying,” Irene replied as she pulled you into a hug that you were certain would have crushed your bones if it had been any tighter.

With a smile on her face and a spring in her step, Irene left your chambers, presumably to tell John about your decision. As you thought about the conversation you just had, you were touched by the queen’s request to keep you in Eledath. Despite her explanation, you weren’t exactly sure what being a royal companion would be like, but you were excited to find out, especially since you got to stay in your new home with the woman you considered your closest friend.

The week that you waited for your parents to respond to John’s letter was one of the most agonizing of your life. You were certain that they would allow you to stay, but sometimes you wondered if it was actual certainty or false hope that fueled your thoughts. Regardless, it was exactly what you needed to get through the almost unbearable waiting period.

When a letter from your mother and father finally arrived, Irene called you to her chambers to read it. Now that the letter had actually arrived, however, you were more nervous than you’d been all week. What if they didn’t let you stay? What if they’d already found some other prince to marry you off to? The possibilities were endless.

Irene smiled as she opened the letter, and with a deep breath, she read:

“Our dear (Y/N),

We were surprised to hear from King John that you’d like to stay in Eledath. However, after careful consideration, we’ve decided to give you our blessing to stay in Goldmyst Palace as a companion to Queen Irene. We fully trust her majesty and her husband to take care of you, and we trust you to make responsible decisions. All we ask is that you visit us here from time to time. We miss our little girl.

Warmest regards, Mom and Dad.”

You were ecstatic that your parents were permitting you to stay, to say the least. The moment Irene set the letter down, you pulled her into a hug, tears of relief streaming down your face. Once you regained your composure, you let go and said, “Thank you. Truly, thank you.”

“You are so welcome, my dear. I have to admit, however, that my motives weren’t entirely selfless.”

“What do you mean?”

“Truthfully, having you here has been a source of great joy and comfort for me, especially since losing Arthur. I didn’t want to let go of your companionship.”

With a soft smile, you hugged Irene yet again. Neither of you spoke, but you didn’t have to. The comfort of each other’s presence was all that you needed.

Adjusting to your new life as a royal companion took far less time than you thought it would. You and Irene settled into a routine surprisingly quickly, spending basically all of your free time together. Sure, you accompanied her to meetings with John and his advisors and occasionally acted as an assistant when she had to attend official events, but for the most part, you basically just kept her company.

Irene was immensely grateful that you stayed in the palace. You made her laugh on her darkest days, and you were always there to listen when she needed to talk. As time went on, and the two of you settled into your new routine, she found herself trusting you more than she trusted even her own husband in some matters.

Irene also found herself worrying less and less about beauty as she spent more time with you. After all, the people she cared about most still loved her, even if she wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the kingdom anymore. That had to count for something, right? So, she hid her magical mirror in a locked drawer, no longer feeling the need to ask it for advice or hear it tell her that she was the most beautiful woman in the kingdom.

As you spent more time with Irene, you found yourself dealing with new feelings that you didn’t quite understand. Whenever you were alone with her, you got butterflies in your stomach, and you felt giddy whenever she said your name. It was a textbook description of a crush, but that only left you more confused. After all, you’d never had romantic feelings for another woman before.

Regardless of your confusion, however, you really liked the way that being around Irene made you feel, as well as the things that she did that made you feel that way. She smiled every time she saw you, she made you laugh when you were feeling down, and she never let a day go by without telling you how much she cared about you and appreciated having you around.

Sometimes, you felt guilty for feeling the way that you did, though. After all, Irene was your dead fiancé’s mother. Plus, she was still happily married to her husband of twenty-five years. Sure, you couldn’t necessarily control how you felt, but you were still ashamed of yourself for allowing yourself to fall for a woman that you knew you could never have. So, you decided that you wouldn’t say a word, and you tried to meet other people in the palace that could distract you from your feelings.

Your attempts at distracting yourself weren’t nearly as successful as you were hoping they would be. Sure, you had fun meeting and hooking up with various men and women that lived in the palace, but none of them could take your mind off of Irene once the sex was over. That didn’t stop you from spending months continuing to try, though.

Irene noticed your pattern of behavior, and honestly, she was troubled. It wasn’t because she thought what you did was wrong, though. Absolutely not. She had no problem with you taking a different person to bed most nights, as long as you were safe once they were in your chambers. There was no reason for her to be concerned that it was something deeper, either. She truly didn’t understand why she was upset. Not at first, at least.

The reason that Irene was troubled by your behavior revealed itself at a ball to celebrate her husband’s birthday. Everyone in the palace was dancing, the finest wine in the kingdom flowed freely, and for one night, no one had to worry about anything.

Irene was very worried, however. At least, she thought it was worry at first. You were on the dance floor with Lord Vernon, a son of the late Lord Edward, and she could tell that he was interested in going to your quarters with you after the ball ended. Based on the way you looked at him as you said something to him that only he could hear, you were just as interested as he was.

Watching you dance with Lord Vernon made an ugly feeling settle in the pit of Irene’s stomach, and she hated herself for it. She knew that it wasn’t anxiety, since she trusted Lord Vernon and knew that the two of you wouldn’t do anything unsafe, but she still felt uncomfortable as she watched the way he held you close while you danced. As she thought about it more, she realized what was really going on.

The feeling she was experiencing was jealousy. She wanted to be the one that you were dancing with, not Lord Vernon.

The realization that Irene was jealous of Lord Vernon was a startling one, to say the least. After all, she’d been happily married for twenty-five years, and in that time she’d never experienced attraction to anyone that wasn’t her husband. Still, as she watched the way your body moved, and the wine she’d spent the evening drinking coursed through her veins, she found herself unable to think about anything but how badly she wanted to be the one to take you to bed after the ball was done. Disgusted with herself, Irene left the ballroom for some time to herself, hoping it would help her forget about wanting you the way that she did.

As you danced with Lord Vernon, you noticed movement out of the corner of your eye. When you turned to look, you saw Irene leaving the ballroom in a hurry. Concerned that something was wrong, you turned back to Lord Vernon and said, “I have to go.”

“Will you be back?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry,” you replied as you left to follow Irene.

When you caught up with Irene, she was in the hallway in front of her chambers. She stood in front of the door, seeming to debate whether she should actually go in. As you stepped closer to where she stood, you asked, “Are you alright?”

With a defeated sigh, she turned to you and responded, “No, I’m not.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve had far too much wine, and it’s making me feel things that I shouldn’t.”

“Would you like to talk about them?”

“Thank you, dear, but I don’t want to burden you. You do enough for me already.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind-”

“For fuck’s sake, can you stop being so goddamn perfect?” she snapped.

A stunned silence filled the space as you processed what she said. You knew that you should say something, but you had no idea where to start. So, you chose to start simple by asking, “What do you mean?”

“You’re so fucking perfect, it’s sickening. I hate how perfect you are, and I hate that I want your perfect self as much as I do,” she ranted, not thinking about the words that left her lips.

After another brief stunned silence, you asked, “You want me?”

“Of course! Who wouldn’t? You’re smart, you’re kind, you’re funny, and you’re so unbelievably beautiful. I know it’s wrong for me to want you, but how could I not when you’re so fucking perfect?” she continued, tears starting to form in her eyes as she acknowledged her feelings out loud.

Whether it was the way Irene looked in the gown she’d chosen to wear to the ball, the alcohol coursing through your veins, your desperation, or some sick combination of all three, you decided to see what would happen next if you told her the truth. A small smile formed on your face as you said, “You know, I think you’re absolutely beautiful, too.”

“Don’t say that, dear. I know that you don’t mean it. At least, not the same way I do when I say it to you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I think I-”

Irene didn’t even get to finish her sentence before your lips were on hers. She let out a small noise of surprise at the sudden contact, but it didn’t take long at all for her to melt into the kiss just like you did.

As your lips moved against Irene’s, you couldn’t help but think that you could stay right there, kissing her right outside her bedroom door, for eternity. As she pulled away from the kiss, however, and looked at you with what could only be described as hunger in her eyes, you realized that she had other plans. A mischievous grin formed on her face, and she said, “Come with me.”

You nodded in response, and she opened the door to her chambers and practically dragged you inside. Once the door was shut, she turned to you with the same mischievous smile on her face and said, “Strip for me, baby.”

You scrambled to follow her instructions, watching as she removed her own garments. When both of you were completely bare, she grabbed your hand and led you to her bed before pinning you to the soft mattress. Her lips immediately found yours again, and a soft moan slipped out as you felt her hand make its way to your breast and squeeze lightly.

Irene pulled away to give you a chance to breathe before she asked, “Are you ok with this, baby?” You nodded and opened your mouth to speak but decided against it. With a smile, she added, “What is it? Talk to me, love.”

“Want more.”

“Oh really?” she asked with a teasing tone in her voice. You nodded, and she continued, “What is it that you want, baby?”

“Wanna taste you. Please? I promise I’ll be good, just wanna make you come on my tongue.”

“Fuck, baby, get up,” she commanded, climbing off of you.

You did as you were told, and Irene took your spot on the bed before spreading her legs. You immediately settled between them and started to gently suck on her clit. She moaned loudly at the stimulation, and that only made you want to continue.

While you continued to lick and suck Irene’s clit, you carefully inserted two fingers into her pussy. You groaned softly when you felt how wet she was, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her as she felt the vibrations around her clit. She let out a loud moan and tangled her hands in your hair as you pleasured her, pulling slightly. It was a simple gesture, but it still left you more aroused than you already were, if that was even possible.

“Fuck! Feels so good baby. Just like that,” she whined, bucking her hips up to meet your face.

You found yourself falling more and more in love with Irene with every moan and whine that left her lips. She clearly loved the situation you’d found yourselves in just as much as you did, crying out as you continued to fuck her with your fingers and tease her clit with your tongue.

It didn’t take much longer for her release to start to build, the tension in the pit of her stomach threatening to snap at any moment. As she got closer to the brink, she tried desperately to force the words out to warn you. She just didn’t get them out in time, though. Instead, she came undone around you with a loud moan of your name. You continued to gently fuck her through her release until she pushed you away, trying desperately to catch her breath.

After Irene came down from her high, she carefully stood up and said, “You did such a good job for me, baby. What would you like as a reward? Do you want my fingers, my tongue, or my strap?”

“Strap, please?” you begged, desperate to relieve the arousal that had been building between your legs for what felt like an eternity.

“Of course, baby. Lie down for me, ok?”

You nodded and moved to lie down on Irene’s bed while she took the toy she was planning to use out of her drawer. You wanted to ask why she had it but decided against it. Instead, while you waited, you carefully moved your hand between your legs and started to play with your clit, growing impatient and desperate. A soft moan slipped out, letting Irene know that you were up to something. She turned toward you, and when she noticed what you were doing, she sighed and said, “Really? I’m disappointed, baby. I thought you were my good girl, but right now, you’re acting like a desperate slut. Is that what you are?”

You shook your head and replied, “No, ma’am.”

“Then why were you touching yourself when I was literally five feet away looking for the toy I was planning to use to fuck you?”

You whined at the question and answered, “Got impatient. ‘m sorry, ma’am. It won’t happen again” as you moved your hand away from your pussy.

“Good girl. Still want me to fuck you, or was your hand enough?”

“Wasn’t enough. Please fuck me, ma’am,” you begged.

“That’s what I thought.”

Irene attached the harness to her hips before carefully climbing on top of you. Once she aligned the tip of the dildo with your entrance, she grabbed your chin to make you look at her and asked, “Before I continue, are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Please just fuck me.”

That was all Irene needed to hear to slowly move her hips forward. A loud cry left your lips as you felt her enter you, and you already found yourself starting to feel overwhelmed. Once she actually started thrusting, the feeling only intensified.

Irene started slowly at first, not wanting to do too much right away. As she thrusted in and out, you wrapped your arms around her and dug your nails into her back. She groaned at the sensation, loving the way that it hurt.

“Harder, please,” you whined, bucking your hips up to meet hers in a desperate attempt for more stimulation.

As Irene started fucking you harder, neither one of you spoke much, too focused on what you were doing. Occasionally, though, a soft “Fuck” or “Feels so good” would slip out of your mouth, and your lover for the night found herself wanting to draw those sweet words out of you again and again. You were the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen, and all she could think about as she continued to thrust into you was how badly she wanted to show you just how beautiful she thought you were every night for the rest of her life.

One of the many things that Irene already loved about intimacy with you was watching the way your tits bounced as she fucked you. She could hardly tear her eyes away from the sight, and you had to admit that when you noticed, you were incredibly flattered.

As your high started to build, you found yourself growing increasingly desperate. With a whine, you asked, “Can I please play with my clit, ma’am?”

After a particularly harsh thrust, she said, “Go ahead, baby.”

That was all you needed to hear to bring your hand to your pussy, circling your clit as Irene continued to pound into you. When your whines started to get more frequent and higher in pitch, she realized that you were getting close. Wanting nothing more than to watch you come undone, she moved her head down to your neck, kissing and biting every bit of you that she could comfortably reach.

Between the dildo moving in and out of you, your hand on your clit, and Irene’s mouth on your neck, it was only a matter of time before you tumbled over the edge into overwhelming pleasure. With a loud cry, you came undone around the toy, moaning your lover’s name as she continued to fuck you through your release.

Once you came down from your high, Irene carefully pulled out of you and removed the harness, setting it aside to be dealt with in the morning. Then, she carefully helped you out of bed and into the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom so that the two of you could get cleaned up.

Once both of you were clean and comfortable, Irene carefully helped you back into her bed. After the two of you were settled, she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close as you truly relaxed for the first time in months. While she held you close, you talked to her about whatever came to mind until you fell asleep. Once she was certain that you were sleeping, she allowed herself to relax too, silently admiring your beauty as she fell asleep.

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Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: Thinking about: Nursery school teacher L.JH by @nothoughtsjustfic

Thinking about: Nursery school teacher L.JH

💭Who: Lee Jihoon (Seventeen) x female reader 💭What: Humour. Fluff. Suggestive(18+). Established relationship. Nursery school teacher Jihoon. Single parent reader. 💭Word count: 1.9k 💭Warnings: Reader has a 5-year-old daughter. Wen Junhui is reader’s best friend and a menace. Yes, I want to point that out ahead of time. Reader is thirsty for her boyfriend and it’s very mutual. Some heavy kissing. Jihoon’s strength is mentioned as a point of interest for reader, and I just want to point that out because I think buffhoon needs a warning, okay. 💭Summary: “After almost five months, it’s time to tell your daughter that you’re in a relationship with her favourite teacher. You just hope it goes well.”

Minors do NOT interact, which means reblogging and/or commenting on this story. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in their bio.

Masterlist - Read the prequel “Precious” here (coming soon)

A/N - this was originally supposed to be very different, but when I tried to write that I got carried away and it came out at almost 12k, so that will be out at some point in February, and it shows how reader and Jihoon get together! It’s both angsty and fluffy and I really hope you’ll look forward to that! I’ll add the link above when it’s released.

It feels like it’s taken both forever and no time at all for this day to come. Even though you and Jihoon have talked about it at every chance over the past few weeks, you don’t feel at all prepared.

“You’ve got this,” Junhui encourages as he too harshly massages your shoulders once he stands behind you, just to be annoying. You yelp and jerk out of his reach to turn and slap his arm while he snickers and lets you, knowing you’ll never truly hurt him, just like he won’t you, bony thumbs in your shoulders aside.

“Why are you even still here?” You ask, trying to nudge him out of the kitchen.

“Moral support.”

“Bullshit, you just want to eat my food.”

“It’s a symbiotic relationship; I bless you with my presence and you feed me your mediocre cooking.” He cracks up cackling as you return to slapping him and even kick his thigh for good measure. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding! I taught you well!”

“Fuck off already,” you grumble and shove him away so that you can turn back to the pan and check on the progress of the contents.

“Fine, I can see when I’m not wanted,” your best friend retorts dramatically as he slinks out of the kitchen.

“Two decades too late!” Without even looking up, you just know that the man has backtracked to look at you from the doorway.

You’re proven right when you look up to see him peering at you from around the doorframe with dramatic puppy dog eyes and an exaggerated pout. “Don’t you wuv me?” He asks in an overly cutesy tone, making you fake a gag. He laughs and straightens up. “Later, loser.”

“Yeah, yeah, text me when you’re home.”

“You’re not, my mama!” He yells back, voice further away signalling he’s in the living room, which is confirmed when you hear him saying goodbye to your daughter with their usual prolonged farewell, including exchanging “I love you”sin multiple languages. Junhui doesn’t even know most of the languages, he just learned the phrases purely to tell your daughter he loves her in every way he can.

Your best friend is a strange, pain in your ass at the best of times, but you adore the everloving shit out of him, which only grew when your daughter came along, and he devoted himself to be the best uncle a little girl could ever want. Even though sometimes you say you wish he hadn’t taught her so many of his weird quirks and habits, you’re always genuinely so pleased to see your best friend in your daughter, and you hope their soul-deep bond never wavers.

When you hear the front door open minutes later, signalling that Junhui is leaving your apartment a whole half an hour later than he said he’d stay for, you hear him loudly and dramatically greeting your boyfriend.

“Juni! Guess who’s here!” Junhui sing-songs, followed by the patter of little feet before your daughter shrieks excitedly.

“Mr Lee!” She yells, and seconds later the door closes, though you hear Jihoon happily talking with Juni and a distinct lack of Junhui, proving that he’s finally gone and left you to handle this important dinner without him looming over your shoulder with a dumbass grin like a lanky, less stable Cheshire Cat.

“Smells good,” Jihoon comments as he enters the kitchen with Juni now somehow clinging to his back. You look over and smile at him in appreciation and greeting before focusing back on cooking, even if you want nothing more than to walk over and grab his precious face to plant the kiss on his lips that you’ve wanted to do since seeing him this morning at the drop off for Juni’s last day in his class.

“Mama maked your favourite!” Juni informs.

“Made,” Jihoon corrects gently and Juni hums and nods. “That’s very kind of her.”

“Yes,” Juni agrees. “You need to say thank you.”

“Ah, you’re right, I do,” Jihoon replies, amusement lacing his tone as he moves closer while effortlessly holding Juni up with only one hand under her backside.

You eye his arm with a squint, half sulking that he can so easily carry your daughter when it takes you both arms to achieve now that she’s getting bigger, but the other half of you is sulking because his usual work attire of casual yet smart, long-sleeved, button-up shirts hides his strong muscles from your gaze.

Jihoon says your name amusedly, making you look up at him instead of practically glaring at his sadly hidden, bulging bicep and find him smirking at you, well aware that you’re trying to burn away his shirt with your intense stare to get a look at your boyfriend’s strong arms.

Of course, he can’t say anything about it with your daughter literally attached to him and observing the pair of you in wait for Jihoon to show his appreciation for your thoughtfulness, so he just smirks around his words. “Thank you for making my favourite for dinner tonight, I appreciate the time and effort it takes to make, and I’ll eat it well.”

“You’re welcome, Jihoon,” you reply, purposely using his first name even though you usually call him Mr Lee in front of Juni so that she doesn’t gain the habit of calling him improperly at school.

As expected, it makes her perk up with a gasp. “Is that your real name, Mr Lee?!”

“Yeah, Nini, my name’s Jihoon, and now that I’m no longer your teacher, you can call me Jihoon when we’re not at school,” he answers and carefully swings her around from his back, with an unfair amount of ease, so that he can plop her backside on the counter in front of him.

“I have to say Mr Lee at school?”

“Yeah, even though Mr Kwon will be your teacher next year, I’m still a staff member and you have to call all staff by our surnames, don’t you.”

“Why?”

“It’s respect. We’re older and in charge of teaching and looking after you, so you should show your teachers and support staff respect.”

“Oh, otay,” she agrees simply and swings her legs a little as she looks over to watch what you’re doing. “When dinner ready, mama? I’m hungry.”

“Not long now, baby,” you promise. “You probably have time for another episode.”

“Yay!” Juni cheers and lifts her arms towards Jihoon, so he picks her up to place on her feet on the tiled flooring and lets her run off to the living room to watch another ten-minute episode of her current favourite show, even if you’re certain she’s already seen each one multiple times at this point.

Jihoon stands at the kitchen doorway to peer through to the living room and wait for Juni to be settled on the couch with her duck plushie, Bubba, in her arms and attention glued to the TV, before he stalks over to you and grabs your face to kiss you passionately.

You can’t help but whimper at the intensity of the kiss while eagerly going along with it, wrapping your arms around his neck as he backs you against the fridge with a firm grip on your hips.

It’s not a long kiss at all, yet you’re both panting when you pull apart and he knocks his forehead lightly against yours before settling there to catch his breath.

“Wanted to do that all fucking day,” he admits in a low murmur.

“I think you would’ve been fired if you kissed me like that on the playground,” you muse, earning a soft chuckle.

Jihoon presses a disarmingly sweet and short kiss to your tingling lips before letting go and backing up, making you pout disapprovingly. Of course, he notices and smirks at you teasingly. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Get your ass back here, Lee Jihoon,” you demand, pointing to the spot right in front of you.

“But dinner,” he gasps theatrically, and you think he’s been spending too much time with Junhui and Soonyoung aka Mr Kwon.

Who, apparently, Junhui once knew from his teen dance group and the pair have decided to rekindle their friendship full of dance and theatrics, which they use to tease yourself and Jihoon whenever the four of you get together while Juni is with her sweet as sugar best friend, Danil.

“It’s fine, come here,” you whine, trying to grab his shirt but he remains just out of arms reach and you don’t move your back away from the fridge.

Another dramatic gasp accompanies his next jibe, “But Juni is-” he cuts off with a yelp when you suddenly lean forward enough to grab a fistful of his shirt over his chest and yank him in. He stumbles into place in front of you and catches himself with his forearms on the fridge either side of your head.

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

“So demanding,” he murmurs and slides one hand down the metal surface until he can fit his palm against your jaw before tilting his head forward to slot your lips together.

You keep one hand against his chest, feeling his contently thudding heart against your palm, as your other holds onto his waist and encourages him closer when his tongue swipes teasingly against your lips.

Of course, you don’t hesitate to return the gesture and let your tongues find each other to slide together and make him moan softly in approval and pleasure, causing the warmth beginning to fizzle under your skin to burn brighter.

Maybe Jihoon had been right, even if he had just been trying to wind you up and tease, as a sudden, loud gasp from the doorway sounds and alerts you to the fact that your daughter is suddenly present.

In an instant, the two of you pull apart and try to look like you weren’t just tongue deep in each other’s mouths as you face Juni.

You open your mouth to try to explain and tell her the news you were really hoping to be a post-dinner conversation, yet Juni beats you to the punch.

“Are you boyfriend-girlfriend?!” She shrieks.

“Uhm,” you respond eloquently, then look at Jihoon, who is already turning to look at you. You share a look with your boyfriend, silently deciding that you might as well just get it over with before you look at Juni and nod slightly. “Yeah.”

Juni stares at you with wide eyes for a moment before she excitedly yells then runs over to attach herself to you both at once while blabbering about being happy that you are finally boyfriend-girlfriend. You decide to tell her at a later point that you’ve actually been “boyfriend-girlfriend” with her previous teacher for four months already and dating for a few weeks before that.

You and Jihoon exchange a surprised yet pleased look at how easy this was and how enthusiastic your daughter is about your relationship, though silently just decide to accept this blessing for what it is and simply get to work setting up the table for dinner.

When everything is in place, you both sit down with Juni at the head of the table between you like always, while remaining wordlessly relieved that you don’t have to awkwardly explain exactly what you and Jihoon kissing means.

Before you can help Juni when she struggles to reach her cup, Jihoon silently reaches out to move it within her reach so that she can pick it up with both hands carefully.

“Thank you, daddy,” Juni says innocently, just as Jihoon takes some of his own drink into his mouth, making him promptly choke and spray the liquid over his plate in shock.

Okay, maybe you do need to explain it a bit, after all.

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Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: dinner decorum | 𝐣𝐰𝐰 by @heechwe

dinner decorum | 𝐣𝐰𝐰

୨୧ pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.3k || ୨୧ genre: smut || ୨୧ tags: coworkers au, secret relationship au, dirty talk, oral (m receiving) || ୨୧ synopsis: "I can't wait to be on my knees for you later." requested by anon!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

It’s torture to be at a company party, littered with people Wonwoo barely knows, and unable to walk up next to you. Especially in that dress, the grey silk clinging to your body that accentuates the curves he holds onto every night.

Only a few more weeks, you told him, and then I’ll be transferring to a different office. Nobody can talk about us then.

Those few weeks of waiting, and right now, have been eating at him from the inside out. And your current attire and beautiful face does little to make the feeling stop.

By the time you send him a text from your seat at the bar as you’re schmoozing with your new bosses, he’s had it.

[SENT / 19:25] I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.

Not even twenty minutes later, your knees rest on the tile floor of the restaurant’s bathroom. Your mouth is full and your eyes run with tears from gagging, but you take Wonwoo’s cock all the way to the back of your throat.

It fills you with pride to have him like this, even if all your present and future colleagues could hear what’s going on if they stepped too close to the door.

“You think you can send something like that to me and expect me not to lose my fucking mind,” he whispers, his voice weak as he thrusts himself in and out of your mouth.

You look up at him through wet lashes, so expectant and willing he comes right then. All of his seed goes down your throat without issue. You wipe the spit that accumulated on your chin with the back of your hand, smirking the entire time.

You kiss Wonwoo sweetly, promise to leave the door to your apartment unlocked for him later, and leave him in the bathroom to compose himself.

Maybe he can hold out for those next few weeks if he has more of that to come home to.

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Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: arrival | 𝐤𝐦𝐠 by @heechwe

arrival | 𝐤𝐦𝐠

୨୧ pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.3k || ୨୧ genre: fluff, smut || ୨୧ tags: established relationship au, oral (f receiving), dirty talk || ୨୧ synopsis: "Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you." || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @gyubakeries!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

You had expected for Mingyu’s arrival home from Hong Kong to be an intimate one, more so than normal. He had been all over Asia for the past month without one break or time slot available for to come back home.

But it’s a surprise when his request comes once he sets his bags down in the hallway, his face expression borderline sinful as he says it. “Come into the bedroom and sit on my face, baby. Let me show you how much I missed you.”

Missed you he desperately did.

He lets you smother him as his mouth and chin drips with your essence, your body thrumming as he curls and then flattens his tongue against you.

“You’re so wet, so perfect,” he grumbles into your mound. “How did I go without you for this long?”

You’ve missed the feeling of riding him, any part of him, so it’s no surprise you come in record time. Tears border your eyes at the euphoria washing over you as he continuously circles your clit with his lips.

He smirks into the center of your thighs and continues pressing his tongue to the insides of your still-quaking walls.

“Min, I-I’m too sensitive,” you stutter. Your words say one thing, but you still use your body’s remaining energy to buck up into his face.

“We’re not done yet, baby,” Mingyu whispers, his breath on your slit making you even wetter than before.

Clearly, his idea of being welcomed back home will last all night.

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Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: a cut to remember | 𝐡𝐯𝐜 by @heechwe

a cut to remember | 𝐡𝐯𝐜

୨୧ pairing:hansol vernon chwe x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.3k || ୨୧ genre: comedy, smut || ୨୧ tags: established relationship au, dirty talk, unprotected sex || ୨୧ synopsis: "Pull my hair!" || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @gyubakeries!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

Vernon’s buzzcut put you in a bit of a predicament. Yes, it fit him well, and you were glad the company let him cut it to the length he desired for so long. At the same time, it left a gap in a particularly intimate space.

“Pull my hair,” he’d say in the quiet of night and secrecy of moonlight, enraptured by his pleasure and yours.

How the hell were you supposed to do that now? Would you just clasp onto his naked neck as his face was in between your legs or keep your hands to yourself as he stared down into your eyes as he laid on top of you?

Then one night, your boyfriend just has to turn the tables on you.

You’re undressing him with vigor, the buzz of alcohol still tickling your veins. He shucks half of his clothes and all of yours off too by the time you’re laying on your back in your shared bed.

His buzzcut makes his face easily readable now, his eyes sparkling with not just his own alcoholic high but immense love for the person naked before him.

Vernon flips you onto your back and hitches you up until you’re on your hands and knees. You feel his dick rubbing at your core so gently it makes you thrust back into him, you too eager to begin.

Then, to your surprise, he takes a fistful of your hair in his hands and tugs. You gasp as a result, making him chuckle.

He whispers into the shell of your ear, “I guess it’s time for me to pull on your hair now, isn’t it babe?”

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Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: between friends | 𝐣𝐜𝐦 + 𝐜𝐜𝐡 by @heechwe

between friends | 𝐣𝐜𝐦 + 𝐜𝐜𝐡

୨୧ pairing: ji changmin x choi chanhee x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.4k || ୨୧ genre: fluff, smut || ୨୧ tags: established relationship (w/ changmin) au, talk of throupling, heavy petting, marking || ୨୧ synopsis: "Oh, for the love of— come over here and let me fix that." + "How do you feel about two at once?" || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @hursheys!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

It all started with a measly bottle cap.

Chanhee came over to play video games with your boyfriend like he did every weekend. And with Changmin in the bathroom and unavailable to help you with the stupid top that wouldn’t open, you were forced to ask his best friend for help.

“Oh, for the love of—“ Changee chuckles to himself and stands up from the couch to help you in the kitchen. “Come here and let me fix that.”

You rolled your eyes as he easily opened the cap to your drink and held it in his hands. But he kept it just out of reach, his idea of help coming with some sort of price.

“Did you forget to say ‘Thank you Hee! You’re so strong and amazing!’?”

You whine and try to take the bottle from his palm to no avail. And in that split second of fighting for your drink, you fail to realize how your back hits the counter and Chanhee is pressed up against you. The tension is palpable, the feelings his close proximity stirs up inside of you incredibly foreign but tantalizing.

His lips are a breath from yours when Changmin walks back into the living room, his arms crossed and an accusatory brow pointed at the two of you.

“Well, that’s one way to float the idea you had last week to her.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, but Changmin pulls you into his arms, kissing your temple and making you as warm as Chanhee did but ten times over. He is your boyfriend, after all.

You feel the other man, your boyfriend’s best friend, a few inches from your back.

You should feel caged in and confused, but you don’t. Heat pulls from your cheeks and to your core before Changmin asks, “My love, how would you feel about two at once?”

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Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: music to my ears | 𝐥𝐣𝐡 by @heechwe

music to my ears | 𝐥𝐣𝐡

୨୧ pairing: lee jihoon x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.2k || ୨୧ genre: smut || ୨୧ tags: fingering, praise kink || ୨୧ synopsis: "I love the sounds you make when you come undone." || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @kwanisms!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

Jihoon didn’t mean to use the audio clip in his newest song, per se. It just happened that way.

You sounded so beautiful so close to the edge of your release, he had to take a snippet of it. He only intended to use it for his own explicit nights alone in a faraway city.

“I love the sounds you make when you come undone,” Jihoon said into your neck as his fingers continued thrusting in and out of you. His other hand held tightly to his phone, the recording continuing on as you kept feeling the knot inside of you tighten to the point of snapping.

When you did meet your orgasm, your body was strung out and your eyes were half-lidded, you could barely make out your own bedroom, much less Jihoon’s phone screen.

He listened to the piece on loop, trying hard not to touch himself in the studio he’s made a home for ten years. And then the idea comes to him with such strength, he can’t even talk himself out of his own devious thought.

By the time the song comes out, and you can hear the faintest sounds of your breathy voice interwoven with the instrumental, you want to kill your boyfriend.

“What’s wrong with everyone hearing how beautiful you are, babe?” Jihoon smirks as he pulls you close, apologies spilling from his lips and kisses planted on your skin to prove he means it.

He doesn’t regret it at all, though.

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"Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: getaway | 𝐩𝐬𝐡 by @heechwe

getaway | 𝐩𝐬𝐡

୨୧ pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.2k || ୨୧ genre: comedy, smut || ୨୧ tags: honeymoon au, married au, heavy petting, love bites/marking, unprotected sex || ୨୧ synopsis: "These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want." || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @lovetaroandtaemin!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

The hotel room is exactly what you both wanted. Spacious, cozy, and close to the water. You can walk outside to the fresh ocean air of Santorini every morning of your vacation with complete privacy.

And to both of your surprise, the privacy extended to the soundproofed walls. The suite was advertised for couples for a reason, it seems.

Seonghwa wastes no time, flopping the two of you onto the bed the second you put your luggage down at the front door, intertwining his left hand with yours. The new rings on both of your fingers clink together at the contact. “These walls are pretty thick, love. According to the honeymoon package, anyway.” He smirks and kisses your neck. “Which means you and I can be as loud as we want.”

And loud you are.

You pay no mind to the screams that rip through your throat when Seonghwa switches you into numerous positions, from all fours to a mating press, his dick practically hitting your lungs with how deep he is every time.

He grunts voraciously as he thrusts inside of you, the smacking of skin filling the room and echoing off the walls closest to you.

And when you both fall off the precipice together, you can tell both of your voices will be hoarse tomorrow from the first day of fucking in your Grecian oasis.

Lucky for you, you have two weeks to alternate between quiet, relaxing days and loud, explicit nights. How else would you want to celebrate your honeymoon?

@yvnempire @mini-mews @jayparked @heesuncore @yoursjaeyun @sungbeams @loserlvrss @pars-ley @lovetaroandtaemin

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ౨ৎ˚₊

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[keopihaus]

Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: change-up | 𝐞𝐬 by @heechwe

change-up | 𝐞𝐬

୨୧ pairing: eric sohn x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.2k || ୨୧ genre: comedy, smut || ୨୧ tags: possessive!eric, talks of a threesome, fingering || ୨୧ synopsis: "How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?" || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @varietae!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

The question on your lips throws Eric off guard to the point he coughs on his sip of beer. It’s a violent ripple in his throat, he almost forgets when his breathing is back to normal what you said. If only he could.

“How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?” You asked so nonchalantly as you flipped through your novel. “Not like permanently, but maybe just one time!”

His eyes threatened to bulge out of their sockets, his face already red from the excursion his lungs and throat just went through.

Eric doesn’t let that stop him from throwing your book from your hands and onto the floor, pinning you on your back against the couch before you can even be surprised.

You whimper into his mouth as his tongue invades yours and his fingers hook inside your underwear. He doesn’t bother with undressing you at this point, his ego too bruised and his possessiveness edging out his lust.

Neither of you need more than each other, and he knows he can prove it with a few hours of reminding you what you have at home.

“I’m gonna make you forget that you ever said that, babe.” He inserts two fingers inside of your cunt, his digits welcomed by your gummy walls. “Gonna make you come so much, all you’ll think about is me, yeah?”

@yvnempire @mini-mews @jayparked @heesuncore @yoursjaeyun @sungbeams @loserlvrss @pars-ley @lovetaroandtaemin

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ౨ৎ˚₊

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[keopihaus]

Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: however you please | 𝐩𝐣𝐬 by @heechwe

however you please | 𝐩𝐣𝐬

୨୧ pairing: park (jay) jongseong x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.2k || ୨୧ genre: fluff, smut || ୨୧ tags: downbad!jay, oral (f receiving), praise kink || ୨୧ synopsis: “It's okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I'm between your legs.” || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @loserlvrss!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

Jay accepts the fact that he may lose all of his hair if it means he can elicit such beautiful sounds from your mouth as you smother him between your thighs.

He had never gone down on you before tonight, only ever using his fingers to prep you for the final act. But when you expressed the desire for him to actually use his mouth, he would’ve been a fool to say no.

And now, feeling your body bending to his will, alongside the whimpers that sound better than any melody he’s ever sung, he may have to keep his face buried in your pussy forever.

Yes, he may lose a couple strands of hair from how hard you’re tugging on his head, but he doesn’t care one bit. He may look good with a bald head, who knows?

“I’m sorry, Seongie,” you catch yourself, taking your hands from his hair with a sheepish expression in your face. Your cheeks are flushed and your forehead shines with sweat, but you could not be more beautiful to him than in moments like this. Naked, vulnerable, his.

Why did you think you ever had to apologize to him, especially right now when he can prove he loves you so fiercely?

Jay kisses the insides of both your thighs and smirks. “It’s okay, honey,” he says. “You can pull my hair as hard as you want while I'm between your legs.”

He puts your hands back on the top of his head before sticking his tongue inside of you, making you cry out again and pull harder than before.

Just like he likes it.

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𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ౨ৎ˚₊

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[keopihaus]

Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: taste and touch .ᐟ.ᐟ by @ddeonghwa-s

taste and touch .ᐟ.ᐟ

a moment examining park seonghwa's fascination with taste and touch through his tongue and fingers.

꒰୨୧꒱— park seonghwa x afab!reader

꒰୨୧꒱— wc is approx. 1.1k

꒰୨୧꒱— genre : smut (mdni)

꒰୨୧꒱— cw : penetrative sex (fingering), oral (fem! receiving), mentions of hwa being a hard dom, of oversensitivity.

꒰୨୧꒱— notes : inspired by hwa's solo stage in milan where he sticks his finger in his mouth (seen here)

seonghwa, who is obsessed with touch and taste.

he who draws his fingers along the plush of your thighs, watching with his usual sexually-cruel fascination, as goosebumps pop along your skin. you are so wrapped up in him, in his touch. seonghwa can't help but be absorbed in your reaction to every action.

he loves how you shiver beneath him, his name escaping from your mouth in desperate whines and pleas, your hips reaching up and searching for more. seonghwa won't quite give it, not yet; for as sweet as he is in everyday life, he is cruel in these moments, cruel in his sexual desire.

because seonghwa loves how you cry beneath him. he loves to see you whimpering underneath the barest of touches. seonghwa who skims his lips along your thighs, fingers ghosting over your mound aimlessly.

he is quite content to this: to simple touches, skin against skin, your cries the most wonderful of melodies.

even when he finally touches your cunt, he does not dip his fingers within. instead seonghwa simply molds his hand to it, cupping your cunt. he lets you gently tilt your pussy into his hand, lets you wiggle your hips so his middle finger, long and slender, sweetly dips into the warmth of your folds.

still, he does not give you it.

seonghwa lets you whine, and relishes in it. he basks in it as you beg for more, his mouth busy working at the plushness of your thighs. he nibbles his teeth against your skin, grabs it between his teeth and gently bites.

eventually, seonghwa does grow bored. he moves his fingers from your cunt. unable to help himself, and despite the fact his fingers hadn't been in you proper, he brings them to his mouth. seonghwa is slow with it, ensures your eyes are upon him.

his thumb traces along the line of his throat before resting it upon his chin. with his pinkie and thumb against his chin, he opens his mouth ridiculously wide. seonghwa makes sure you see his tongue, red and long, so deliciously long, can see as he pushes his tongue out to meet his middle finger before sucking it into his mouth.

seonghwa lets his eyes close as he sucks at his finger. it hadn't been inside of you, had just rested along the wet warmth of your pussy, and yet he relishes in it.

his finger was still significantly drenched in the juices of your cunt, given how turned on you were from his ministrations. he can taste your pussy on his finger, the the bitterness and sweetness and the complete perfection of it.

seonghwa fucking loves it.

he brings his hand from his mouth. seonghwa grabs your thighs in his hands and spreads them, letting him gaze at your absolutely drenched pussy. he dips his thumbs into your folds and parts them, dark eyes glittering as he basks in the smell and look of your arousal.

seonghwa presses his face to your pussy. he can't help but burrow into it, press his nose to your clit and breathe it in.

seonghwa begins to lick at your cunt with the expertise that comes from loving eating pussy, from loving the taste and warmth of it. seonghwa licks a broad strip from your hole to your clit, basking in how your thighs tighten around his head and your pussy only gushes more aroused wetness.

it's so perfect; you're so perfect.

seonghwa eats at your cunt in a rushed way, suckling at your hole and dipping his tongue inside. he does not care for the appearance of it. he does not care for aesthetics, and yet despite this seonghwa is utterly gorgeous.

his passion in this makes him gorgeous. perhaps one would not call it beautiful, would not quite call him beautiful as he rolls his tongue from his mouth and lets his spit and your cunt juices gather around his mouth and chin, but it it purely his passion for it, his love for it, that makes him so gorgeous.

seonghwa groans against your cunt. he releases one of your thighs. he moves to press his fingers into your pussy despite the fact he's still feverishly licking at it.

he needs to stretch you out, needs to make you sob around his fingers.

still he can't help but stick his tongue into your cunt. seonghwa pushes his tongue — his long tongue, into it, pushing it further and further until he can no more.

because fuck, he loves this taste; loves this taste that he so firmly equates to your passion and love.

seonghwa brings his face from your pussy, tongue leaving you. he knows his lower face is drenched in the juices of your pussy. he can feel it, slick and tacky against him. and fuck, he loves it.

he does not move to wipe your juices from his chin or mouth. instead he lets them glisten and shine there as he inserts two — two! — of his fingers into your pussy.

immediately you're clenching down around him, calling out in a broken tone.

seonghwa loves how you gyrate your hips towards him, loves how you shiver back as he roughly thrusts his fingers in and out in and out, relishing in the loud squelching of your cunt and juices against his fingers. you're so eager for something, for him to give and give.

and fuck, if he won't give?

seonghwa fucks your pussy with his fingers quickly. he pushes the tips of them against your walls, thrusts them against that gummy spot that has you so sweetly whining.

he laps at your clit as he finger-fucks you, the tip of his tongue quickly playing with it until you're cumming, pussy absurdly tight and absolutely gushing.

you begin to sob around his fingers, overwhelmed with sensitivity.

seonghwa grins, feeling that sexual wickedness creep up inside of him. he removes his fingers from your pussy — strings of your juices connect his digits to your cunt still, and seonghwa quickly ducks his head to lap them up, to slobber around your pussy with a desperation for the taste.

seonghwa pulls his face from your pussy, smiling as he looks at your shivering figure. he loves the satisfaction that comes from seeing you all bare beneath him, overcome with the efforts of his passion.

he, once more, brings his fingers to his mouth. he makes it a show again, letting his tongue meet his fingers and bring them into his mouth. he suckles at them with a loud groan, tongue thrusting between his fingers and making sure he takes every single bit of you.

you taste so wonderfully. you are so wonderful, and he wants to make you fucking cry.

and so seonghwa presses his face back to your pussy, breathing it in and tongue eagerly dipping inside.

[keopihaus]

Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: company etiquette by @heechwe

company etiquette | 𝐥𝐣𝐲

୨୧ pairing: lee juyeon x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.2k || ୨୧ genre: smut || ୨୧ tags: dom!juyeon, ceo!juyeon, oral (f receiving), semi-public sex, spanking, degradation || ୨୧ synopsis: "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it." || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @loserlvrss!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

Juyeon’s been called many names at his own company by people above and below him. Asshole. Megalomaniac. Psychotic. Control freak.

If only they knew the truth, the one person they least expect being able to combat all premade assumptions about the one in charge.

But the truth is not as easy as it seems. And the truth of the chief executive officer going down on his secretary in the conference room probably isn’t the best picture to paint for the fellow subordinates.

You write against the glass table, yanking on Juyeon’s hair as he swipes his tongue up and down your folds. His nose bumps your clit cruelly, his mouth too focused on the area around and inside your pussy.

“You taste so good. If only everyone knew how much of a slut you are, for me and only me.” He looks up at the floor-to-ceiling glass window overlooking the city and smirks in between your legs. “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

You respond with, “You are fucking me against the glass, sir.“

Juyeon chuckles and presses his tongue inside of you again in response to your comeback, and you yelp at the welcome intrusion. He pulls away entirely and flips you over, hiking your skirt up higher for him to spank both of your asscheeks roughly. “I haven’t fucked you just yet. But I’m about to.”

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𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ౨ৎ˚₊

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[keopihaus]

Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: As I was told by @heechwe

as i was told | 𝐛𝐜

୨୧ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.3k || ୨୧ genre: smut || ୨୧ tags: daddy kink, softdom!chan, praise kink, fingering || ୨୧ synopsis: "Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @loserlvrss!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

You’re kneeling in the standard position when Chan makes it home. You know the rules by now: no looking up, hands should be splayed out across the thighs, and always be naked save for wearing some form of underwear.

Chan loves that part for some reason. Setting you up to fuck as quickly as he wants but also keeping the door open to undress you to some degree.

You’re his favorite present to unwrap, the best gift that keeps on giving every day.

His slow but solid steps towards you create a pang in your stomach, the wetness already pooling at your center physically painful to contain.

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone, pretty girl?” Chan takes two fingertips to raise your face up to meet his, his beautiful and gently eyes staring down at your eager and needy ones.

“No, Daddy,” you reply, your body on the edge of combusting.

You know he wouldn’t look at you at all if you went against his orders. He's so loving, but he can be cruel in his reprimanding. He could make you wait days for any sort of physical contact if you disobeyed him. You had to accept that him delaying your gratification is better than him denying you altogether.

Chan reaches his other hand out for you to take to stand up, your knees sore already from waiting for twenty minutes for him to come home. Your legs are shaky and weak, but when Chan takes the hand from your chin to stuff inside of your panties, all your worries and pains are gone.

He smirks to himself and rubs his index finger up and down your slit before sliding it inside of you. “So perfect for me, baby,” he whispers as you cry out, moving your hips just slightly to ride his digit. “Let’s go to bed.”

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[keopihaus]

Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: home sweet home by @heechwe

home sweet home | 𝐥𝐣𝐡

୨୧ pairing: lee (hyunjae) jaehyun x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.3k || ୨୧ genre: smut, fluff || ୨୧ tags: dirty talk, marking, heavy petting, fingering || ୨୧ synopsis: "Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn't tease me." + "Have I told you I love you yet today?"

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

“Have I told you I love you yet today?” Jaehyun asks when he encases you in his arms on his arrival home from the studio. He’s said it as much as he always does: every chance he gets.

I’m at practice but I should be home soon. I love you.

Why is the day taking so long? I love you.

Do you need me to run to the grocery store on the way home? I love you.

You always placate his words of affirmation with your own or more extensive and creative wordplay. The task is easy to do because you love him just as much as he loves you, if not more.

“I think you have, once or twice,” you tease. You turn in his hold and kiss both of his cheeks tenderly. You sneak your kisses down to his neck, licking the skin only a fraction for your boyfriend to tremble under your touch.

“Oh honey,” he gasps. “You know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”

You shake your head, acting oblivious. You sit on the countertop of your kitchen island and continue your kisses south, Jaehyun’s collarbones exposed for you to bite on. “I’m not. Just showing you how much I love you.”

You take his hand and press it between your legs, your bottom half naked underneath your large T-shirt. You’ve been waiting all day for him, every “I love you” slamming you hard in the center of your thighs. “You’ve told me all day, but show me how much you love me, Hyunie.”

In a matter of seconds, he has three fingers buried inside of you, the side of your neck in his hand, and his mouth against yours, more declarations of love coming off of his tongue as you come.

And with the way he loves you so, you know the night is far from over.

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𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ౨ৎ˚₊

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[keopihaus]

Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: cotton claim by @heechwe

cotton claim | 𝐥𝐦𝐡

୨୧ pairing: lee minho x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.3k || ୨୧ genre: smut, comedy, fluff || ୨୧ tags: (newly) established relationship, marking, unprotected sex || ୨୧ synopsis: "Are you wearing my shirt?" || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @loserlvrss!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

Minho thinks he may have lost it the second he walks into your apartment to see you wearing his button-up and nothing else.

Is it an illusion? Some image he conjured up due to a long day of dance practice?

It wasn’t your fault you could not find anything clean to wear and his shirt just so happened to be left behind on your desk chair. It still smelled like him too, an added bonus.

Did you expect it to cause your boyfriend such sensual distress? No, but you loved it.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” he asks, but the answer isn’t needed. The smirk on your face and widening of his eyes speaks for you where words don’t.

He’s ravenous by the time he pulls you in close and presses his tongue to the inside of your mouth. He bites on every exposed piece of skin he can touch with his lips, marking you so the presence of him stays long after his shirt ends up in the laundry bin.

When you try to shuck the fabric off of your shoulders so he can touch and taste more of you, he growls at you to keep it on. He loves that you’re wearing it, so why would he let you take it off? He can see enough anyway, the hint of your breasts and pussy just enough to get him hard and bend you over the back of the couch.

And when he fucks you so hard you’re biting down on the leather furniture and he’s riding up the bottom of his shirt to feel your ass between his hands as he bucks into you, he thinks he may have to leave more of his clothes in your apartment. Maybe he shouldn’t leave altogether. That way you’ll always have an excuse to steal his clothes.

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𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ౨ৎ˚₊

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[keopihaus]

Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: take the chance by @soobchwe

take the chance ᯓ 𝚕𝚢𝚋

ʚɞ pairing: lee (felix) yongbo x fem!reader || ʚɞ word count: 0.2k || ʚɞ genre: fluff || ʚɞ tags: coworkers to friends to lovers au, downbad!felix || ʚɞ synopsis: "One date, that’s all I’m asking for. One night to let me show you how good we could be together.” || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @hursheys!

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

Working in a gaming store, selling anything from custom keycaps to anime plushies, you expect Felix to walk up behind you and to the front counter with just about anything in stock.

What you don’t expect is for him to bring you a bouquet of lilies and tulips, the display of flowers clearly for you as he pushes them in the space between your chests.

“Bo, I…I don’t know what to say.” The words come out more as a question rather than a statement, your brain unable to process the gesture in front of you.

“Well—“ Felix chuckles before continuing. “The first thing you could say is yes to going out with me, potentially?” He looks so cute when he asks, his deep accent in contrast with the innocent expression on his face.

“We’re barely friends outside of work, Yongbo. What if you actually think I’m awful?” You chuckle at your own self-deprecation, holding the bouquet in your hands and smelling the flowers.

“We laugh when we’re together, right?” Felix asks with a smile.

“Yes,” you respond.

“And you think I’m attractive?”

“Yes, obviously.”

“And you’re not bored when I talk to you about custom keyboards?”

“No,” you say with a giggle. “It’s really cute, actually.”

“Then just say yes to one date. One,” he puts up a finger to punctuate his point. “One date is all I’m asking for. One night to show you how good we could be together.”

You blush and set the flowers on the counter behind you, your heart suddenly set on an answer. “Pick me up tomorrow at seven.”

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𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ౨ৎ˚₊

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[keopihaus]

Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: (un)happy mistakes by @soobchwe

(un)happy mistakes ᯓ 𝚓𝚢𝚑

ʚɞ pairing: jeong yunho x fem!reader || ʚɞ word count: 0.2k || ʚɞ genre: angst || ʚɞ tags: friends with benefits au, ex-situationship au || ʚɞ synopsis: “Oh, I was just another notch in your bedpost?” || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @hursheys!

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

Walking into the bar, you do not expect to see Junho sitting there with his friends and a girl on his hip.

It’s been two weeks since things ended, and yet you feel the pain in your chest as sharply as the itch in your palm to smack him across the face.

You pass his group with your own friends, avoiding the second-long stare he throws your way. And when you finally have a moment alone on your way to the bathroom, you don’t bother listening to his footfall behind you or his slurred, sad excuse for small talk.

“So you’re just gonna ignore me now?” Junho asks, a dopey smirk on his face. “If you’re worried about Mina—“

“I’m not worried about anything. I’m just over it.” You try to move past him, but he grabs your arm to stop you.

Before he can utter another word, you say, “Oh, what? Were you gonna say I wasn’t just another notch in your bedpost? Because I would just call you a liar and a bastard, Junho. And we know where all of that is going to end up. And I’d rather not repeat bad habits.”

You yank your arm from his grip and make your way back to your friends. Downing a shot to stop the burn of tears in your eyes, you feel the pain in the back of your throat instead.

And in spite of his continuous buzz, the pain you carried with you into the bar now sits in Junho’s chest as he realizes he may have played the wrong game with the right girl, and lost her in the process.

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𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ౨ৎ˚₊

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