#(i am slightly losing my marbles today; pay no attention to me)

[innocent-chris-evans-slut]

Panties

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Ransom x Reader REQUEST

Word Count: 3,3k

Type: smut with fluff ending

Summary: You’re at a family party when Ransom realizes some clothing item is missing from your body. When you get back home he makes it clear how you should wear your underwear.

Warning(s): slapping, fingering, cum play, edging, rough fucking, breeding kink (?)

“Ransom?” you felt two firm hands on your shoulders and someone gently pushing you up, “What’s going on, babe?” you sweetly smiled at him and rested both your hands on his biceps.

He didn’t pay attention to you, he rather preferred talking straight to your mothe -with who you were exchanging some words before he could interrupt you-, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Y/L/N, but we really have to go”, your mother got up and smiled at him as if it was all normal, “Dear wify, why don’t you take your coat from the cloakroom and meet me at the front door?”

You were left with no choice, but to get up and walk to the entrance. You recovered your coat and scarf and just when you went back to the living room, searching for Ransom, he showed up right next to you.

“Ready to go?” he slipped his muscular, strong arm around your waist and, not so gently, dragged you to the entrance and then you went straight to his car, parked not far away from the main door of your parents’ house. He kept walking, not paying the slightest attention as you repeatedly asked him if he was feeling good.

You knew Ransom too well by then, and you were usual to his mood swings throughout the day, but it had never happened while at your family’s. He loved your parents and they had treated him as a son since the first time you’d brought him at home. Each time, you noticed how calm and relaxed he was when staying at your childhood’s house, maybe having a chat about sport with your father, or perhaps listening carefully to your mother’s stories about your youth.

That night he was beyond furious, you realized that by his wrinkled forehead and by the way he was tightening his fingers around the steering wheel. You sat down in the passenger seat in complete silence, staring outside your window as trees and other houses passed by.

“Give me your panties.”

Ransom’s order made you both shiver and slowly turn your head towards him with a questioning look on it, “What?” it came out more like a whisper than a question, but you didn’t care since it seemed he had heard it.

“Give me your fucking panties”, your husband was losing his patience and he hoped, from the bottom of his heart, he wasn’t right. At the first red traffic light he had to stop, he stared at you waiting for an answer.

On the other end, you didn’t know what to say, because you knew he would have got so mad if only he’d known the truth. So, you did the only thing you came up with: not answering him. You kept your eyes straight in front of you and you didn’t dare to focus on anything else.

Ransom decided to play your same game; he remained silent during all the way home -the only voices filling the cabin of the car came from the radio. You weren’t hearing them at all, if anything you were trying to justify the absence of your underwear.

Why did you do it in the first place? What did you want to prove Ransom?

You had been a fool and if you could do it, you would have happily gone back in time and wear your fucking panties before the dinner with your family.

The car stopped its ride inside the private garage of your house. Ransom threw a glance at you and got out of the car, without saying a word. At first you thought of not getting out of the car -not until he was there, compelling you with his eyes only- but you quickly understood neither of you were letting it go. So you gathered your purse from the backseat and opened the car door to get out of it, meanwhile Ransom didn’t take his eye off of you neither for a second.

In complete silence, you both walked inside the house -you leading the way-, you didn’t stopped in the living room as you were usual doing, instead you got upstairs and entered your bedroom. Ransom was quickly following behind you and, as you got in the bathroom, he didn’t waste any time and walked inside, just when you were about to close the door.

“Since when do we close doors when we’re changing?” his suspicious tone and his glare froze you on the spot. He looked at you, but the more he did it, the more he understood that you wouldn’t have answered his questions. He crossed his arms over his chest and, knowing better than you that you couldn’t move him, he placed himself just in front of the wide-opened door, “What? Did you suddenly become all shy?”

There was a moment of silence, before you collected all your courage and spoke up to him: “I’m not shy. I just want my privacy”, you replied trying to sound as certain as you could.

“Your privacy? Alright, let me check one thing before I leave you your privacy”, he made a step towards you and you backed off, wanting to escape his grasp. Though you couldn’t go anywhere else because there was no more space for you to move. He wrapped his left arm around your waist and held you up against the cold marble wall and gently pressed his lips against yours, giving birth to a passionate, yet chaste kiss.

It was very different from the ones you were used to sharing with your husband, especially after an argument like the one you had in the afternoon. Your neighbors had probably heard your screams and Ransom throwing random things against the wall hundreds of meters away from your mansion.

When you felt his not-so-gentle touch brushing against your butt, you were suddenly wakening up from your thoughts and, as you understood what he was doing to you, you pushed him away from yourself.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you shouted practically in his face and forced him to take his hands off of your body, “What’s going on with you today?”

“With me?” Ransom pushed himself off the wall and kept going: “I noticed my wife not wearing any underwear at a family party and I am the one who shouldn’t be angry? Now, tell me-“ he fiercely cupped your face and made you look into his blue eyes, “-why you weren’t wearing your fucking panties?” his tone was harsh and commanding, the one you couldn’t deny had a certain effect on you -and on specific parts of your body, “I’m not asking a second time, sweetie”.

“I though you’d like it,” you said in an innocent tone, hoping he would be more indulgent with you, although you knew the damage was already done.

“On the bed, now!”

You turned your back at him and slowly made your way towards the king-sized bed in the center of the room. The mattress sank at your weight on it as you sat down in the middle of it, facing the door of the bathroom and your husband, shoulder resting against the frame of it and arms crossed over his chest.

“Handcuffs on” Ransom was well aware of the effect his orders had on you, in fact he didn’t have to get closer to state the condition you were in. Your husband knew you too well, each order of his sent a shiver to your backbone and made your pussy throbbing -though you didn’t want to show him. When you saw you fasten them around both your wrists, he slowly approached you.

You knew what your husband expected to see and, even though your tipsy brain wanted you to disobey him, your body rejected that idea. You were seated in the middle of the bed, your wrists firmly handcuffed to the headboard; you opened your legs wide, showing Ransom your wet pussy, and licked your upper lip -your gaze never moving from his face.

Ransom pulled his phone out of his trousers and took a picture of your face; “Nice smile, baby,” then he threw it away and together with it his suit, “What a pity you’ll lose it soon.”

“Wha-“ your talking was cut off by Ransom throwing something in your mouth, it was soft but still you couldn’t articulate any word -even if you tried your best.

“All I wanna hear tonight is my balls and my palms hitting your ass. Not a sound or I won’t let you cum until tomorrow morning, did I make myself clear?” once he had seen you nodding, he said: “You though I would have like it. Now I’ll show you what I really like,” Ransom unfastened his belt and with a swift motion removed it from the loops in the trousers.

Your eyes followed his movements as he folded it and held it proudly in his hand. His fingers traced the line in the middle of your torso, diverting towards your nipples and pinching them hard. You shivered at his touch but managed to stay as still as possible -only imagining which punishment he had in store for you. You squinted your eyes and arched your back as you felt the cold leather going down on your bump.

“Did I say you can close your eyes?” Ransom asked in a harsh tone, grabbing your chin, “Was that a whimper what I heard?” his belt went down on you again, striking your breast this time. His eyes were fix on the saliva dropping from your chin straight to your throat; he brought his hand to your torso and spread it on the red area between your tits, “Will you remember my punishment next time?” without waiting for your answer, the black leather item hit your wet pussy and you tried your best to hold back a whimper.

Ransom let the belt fall on the carpet under the bed and moved away from where you were standing, then he turned his back at you and rummaged in the dresser next to the bathroom door. Your mind was too hazy for you to focus on him; that was the reason why you didn’t see him pushing the recording button on the little remote which controlled the camera on the bed.  

When he went back looking at you, your chest was quickly raising up and down, your hips desperately moving right to left, your legs slightly shaking, “I still haven’t touched you and you’re already trembling?” but his gaze was soon caught by your pulsating pussy. Any distance between the two of you disappeared when Ransom climbed onto the mattress and started caressing your legs, gesture which had you shivering, “You didn’t think about this when going out without panties, did you?” he watched as you shook your head, though your eyes never left his, “Yeah, I know. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be punishing you now,” his fingers moved to your inner thigh, only to go back to your knees soon after, “What a shame you can’t talk. Now I don’t know what you want,” he mocked you and was blessed by the view of you struggling to pronounce a complete sentence, “Maybe you want me to tickle you,” his hand went to your hips, “or maybe, you want me to leave you like this all night long,” he hinted at getting out of the room, and so abandoning your hot and wet body laying there. Yet your knee bounced up as he made a move to get off the bed and the movement had him looking back at you, “That isn’t right, bunny?” Ransom trailed his fingers up to your core, “That’s where you want me,” and he slid one finger inside your pussy, his thumb began drawing circles on your clit.

After a couple of thrusts, Ransom pulled out his finger from you and dropped your juices on your bottom stomach, spreading them immediately after, “Only one finger can’t do anything to you, right?” his fingers went back to your clit, pinching it hard, “You’re such a slut, you dream about cocks filling each hole of yours, don’t you?” Ransom watched as you arched your back, overwhelmed by the pleasure as he started to give you come release with his thumb. You were brutally brought back to reality once his hands came down brutally on your tits. He didn’t say anything this time, stuffing two fingers inside your cunt.

Again, he gave you a couple of thrusts and ripped them out all of a sudden. The fabric inside your mouth prevented you from letting out a moan and you kept your eyes on him, as your husband smirked at the sight of you writhing beneath him, “And you married me, knowing how well I can fulfill all your desires,” again, he spread your transparent juices over your belly and went down again. This time he added other two fingers inside you, and he began thrusting into you at a faster pace. You started sweating and your vision -now fixed on the roof- became blurred; your walls started clenching around Ransom’s fingers and you were finally coming to your high, yet you regain your focus when you felt yourself empty.

Your eyes came back on him and you moaned as you watched him gathering all your liquids and bringing them close to your face. Warning wasn’t something Ransom was used to, so you held your breath when you felt something dripping on your cheeks and lips. You suddenly opened your eyes and watched as your husband kept his hand above your head and made your cum falling from it, “Be a good slut and open your mouth for me,” as you did what he asked, he inserted his fingers in your mouth, which closed around them. Your tongue began licking and sucking on them -much as you could, considered the cloth inside your mouth-, cleaning them off from everything, “You thought you’d cum, didn’t you?” he moved closer to you, his knees at both your sides and his hands slowly stimulating your nipples. He stopped abruptly and brought both his hands around your neck, pushing you down on the mattress, “Let me make this clear: you don’t get to cum until I say so. If you do, I’ll have to punish you again.”

If you had been able to talk, you would have told him that frowning really didn’t suit him. His face was what you felt for and, if you had worn your underwear correctly, you would have been kissing it at the moment -and definitely not trying to avoid his punishment.

“Do you understand?” Ransom grabbed your chin and you nodded forcefully. He surprised you when he removed from your mouth the piece of fabric, which he unfolded in front of your eyes and then placed on your chest, “If you had worn them, we wouldn’t be here right now,” he stroked your cheek, swiping away the strained mascara on them, “Need your answer, bunny.”

“Yes,” it came out rasping, so much that you had to clear your throat before saying it again. His hands gliding onto your body had you shiver and you unvoluntary moved your hips as you felt his fingers skillfully play with your wet folds, and his thumb reached again your clit, “Please, Ransom,” you closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, “I can’t hold it anymore.”

As if he hadn’t listened to your pleas, he got down the bed and undid the buttons of his trousers, letting them fall onto the ground. His underwear was kept on and, for the umpteenth time during the night, Ransom climbed on the mattress again. He placed himself between your wide-opened legs and bent over your body, his face a few inches away from yours that you only had to stick out your lips to touch his, his hands at both sides of your head, “Cat got your tongue? You don’t feel like talking anymore?”

Indeed, he was ignoring your cry for some kind of release.

You got you couldn’t take it anymore when you felt his boner slowly, yet firmly slamming against your pussy, “You know, I’ve got this boner on all the evening,” his fingers removed a lock of your hair from your forehead and halted it behind your ear, “Watching you acting like the perfect daughter around your family. Do you parents know you like being tied up at the bed like this?” he stretched out and took the handcuffs between his hands, “Maybe I should show them the cute video we are recording,” he said turning his head to look straight at the camera, and you did the same.

“Please, Ransom, n-“ you didn’t have the time to finish your sentence, since your remained breathless when a harsh slap hit your pussy, making you twitch, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, daddy.”

“Much better,” he said in a satisfied tone, though he still didn’t seem kind enough to finally make you cum, “Tell me, bunny, how should I fuck you tonight?” he kept rubbing his hard, yet clothed, cock on your cunt and each rub caused you to moan, “You know what? Today has been a long day, I’m tired,” he quickly lowered his boxers and took his rigid member in his hand, while the other one went pinching your clit, “Brace yourself, bunny, this is your punishment for tonight’s behavior,” he didn’t give you any time to prepare yourself. He just slammed into you hard and all at once, his balls hitting your thighs, his tip deep buried inside you.

You could have taken him also every day, but you would never get used to his size: Ransom was something you’d never experienced, big and thick, capable of filling you completely. You threw your head back and shut your eyes as you tried your best not to scream, considered the speed with which he was pounding into you.

“Talk. Tell me how you feel,” Ransom didn’t go any slower and saw as you struggled to find the words with which describe what was going on.

“God, da-ddy,” you breathed in, “you’re so de-ep in-inside me,” tears were staring to forming at the corners of your eyes, “y-your tip is-“ you let out a deep moan and he kept hitting your g-spot, “it is hi-hitting th-that spot-t,” you felt your cheeks becoming hotter and your fingers began shaking as you felt your climax approaching.

Ransom felt how your walls started clenching around his cock and he knew he was about to cum too, “I’m coming, bunny, I’ll paint your walls in white and you will take all the cum I’ll give you as the good slut you are.”

“Yes. Please, daddy, make me pregnant with your child. Please, daddy,” you screamed.

He picked up such a frantic pace that the headboard started banging against the wall and your pornographic moans did it for him. Not much seconds later his cum was released inside you as you reached, finally, your orgasm to, “Let’s see how they get out, disobeying like their mother, or vengeful like their father?”

You closed your eyes and let your body relax once and for all, you turned your head on the pillow and whispered: “Thank you, daddy. Thank you for your cum. It was so good.”

You were about to fall asleep when you felt your ankles and wrists being released and your body being carefully lifted off the soft mattress, “I can’t take anymore, please.”

“You aren’t taking anything, babe,” Ransom’s voice was soft and caring. He put you down inside the bath tube already filled with hot water and your favorite bubble bath, “Let me take care of you,” he quickly got in behind you and made you lay against his chest while he massaged your body, paying much attention on your wrists and ankles.

Your chest was still sensitive from the slaps, but he gently caressed it, too, and then went massaging your shoulders, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, my baby,” he whispered to your ear as he covered your body in bubbles, “But next time wear your underwear,” he chuckled and you did the same, leaving a kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll try.”

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[fandom-space-princess]

The Game of Us

Rating: T (gen, no warnings)

Chapter 2: Gabriel

A crevice splits the earth, clean through the center of the circular clearing. Beyond the crevice a woman is seated on a low stone. Her eyes are covered by a crimson blindfold, the only color he has yet seen in this realm. It stands in sharp contrast to her bone-white skin and hair, a slash of silken blood by which to obscure her vision.

Though he makes no sound, she smiles as he approaches. “Michael.” The sound of her voice fills him with a nameless relief. He has never heard that voice, and still, he knows her like a heartbeat.

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Upstream, the path breaks away from the river, and turns inland among low rolling foothills. Memory of a memory: for the living, these hills would have been warm and verdant, groves of olive trees. As it is, this murky reflection of life is still the closest Michael has come to the world since his descent into this desolate realm. Part of him, the part that stirs accusations like betrayal and failure in his mind like water circling a drain, yearns to lose himself in the embrace of it. To sink back beneath the surface and go no further.

He presses on.

As the path narrows and twists among the trees, air heavy with the scents of forest and the distant sea, Michael hears the low murmur of a crowd. The sounds grow more distinct as he climbs. This too is strange: human crowds have no place here, in an inhuman afterlife. When at last the tree line breaks and the path spills abruptly into a clearing, he stares uncomprehending for long moments, absorbing the sight before him.

This was a temple, once. Ages gone, this would have been a marvel of solemn grandeur. Now only ruins remain, although they are surrounded by the spectral aura of the structures they must once have been. Looked at straight on, Michael sees crumbling plinths, broken marble columns supporting the remnants of ornate entablature around a circle of grass and shattered stone. If he squints, however, the afterimages come into sharper relief. Haunted by the ghosts of architecture long fallen to ruin, this place yet remembers what it was.

It is haunted by more than that.

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The rough amphitheater in which he finds himself is crowded. Shades mill nearby, shadowy and indistinct, seated or standing and whispering among themselves. Their numbers are beyond counting: thousands, perhaps? More? He takes them for human, at first, or the memory of human. But then one’s perambulations lead it toward him, and before he can think to move the shade passes straight through him. It continues on without acknowledgement, and he is overcome by a sense of deep unease.

The creature had felt... angelic. Mindless, unthinking, but unmistakable for anything but grace, rather than soul.

The focal point of the shades lies ahead, at the base of the crumbling colonnade. A crevice splits the earth, clean through the center of the circular clearing. Beyond the crevice a woman is seated on a low stone. Her eyes are covered by a crimson blindfold, the only color he has yet seen in this realm. It stands in sharp contrast to her bone-white skin and hair, a slash of silken blood by which to obscure her vision.

Though he makes no sound, she smiles as he approaches. “Michael.” The sound of her voice fills him with a nameless relief. He has never heard that voice, and still, he knows her like a heartbeat.

He steps across the crevice in one long stride. As he does, he can’t help but look down and into it: the same frigid black waters that had led him here rumble past beneath the crust of rock at its lip. Michael settles beside the stone, facing outward into the theatre, mimicking her. “Gabriel. You’re... what are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know. Taking in the scenery.”

One of the shades cuts free of the larger mass of figures. It drifts closer, apparently with purpose, and when it reaches the bare earth opposite Gabriel, it kneels. Michael regards it with wary curiosity.

“They’re here for prophecy,” Gabriel supplies, in response to his unspoken inquiry. “The humans used to come to this place to lay offerings before their fortunetellers. I visited, once or twice. Way back when.” She hums, head bowed slightly, hands folded motionless in her lap. “I liked it better then. Much more lively. This incarnation lacks a certain je ne sais quoi.”

She turns her attention to the shade before her, unseeing but knowing, somehow, that it waits there.

The shade bows low in deference. Tell me what tomorrow holds for me, it asks, voice fleeting as an autumn breeze.

“An interesting question,” she replies. Her words are warm and indulgent. “What did today hold for you? If you’re willing to tell me, I’d like to know.”

The shade appears puzzled by the request. Nevertheless, it responds. I saw a death, at the end of a silver blade. Light and pain before, only smoke and ash after. A falling, a sinking, into the darkness and the silence. And then a rising, awakening, only to see the death again. Over and over I saw the death, until I grew heavy with dread, and found myself here. It pauses its recitation, suddenly pensive. I think the death was mine.

She opens her hands before her, palms up, a sweeping gesture that invites the shade to continue. A texture along her wrist glimmers, unexpected. For the first time, Michael looks closely at Gabriel’s form. Minute scales swirl along patches of her skin. They are pearlescent and smooth, softly aglow under the ever-present half-light.

“Tell me more. What did you learn from it? How did it make you feel?”

The shade mutters on, its voice rising and falling in cadence with the rush of water at their feet. Eventually it tapers off, settling back on its heels. It seems less substantial than before, in a way Michael finds difficult to define, ethereal form wispy and unburdened. Gabriel inclines her head in acknowledgement, and the spirit fades away, melting back into the crowd.

“You aren’t a prophet, Gabriel,” Michael observes. She tilts her head toward him, grinning. In her mouth he sees the flash of fangs.

“No,” she agrees readily. “I’m not. But I am a messenger. Or I was. And this place has such interesting ways of making its points. Metaphorical, if not necessarily colorful.” She smiles again, chuckles at her own joke.

“But you offered no guidance. No message, prophetic or otherwise.”

“Oh, Mikey. Always so literal-minded. But you’re right. Being here has given me so much to think about. Maybe it’s time I stopped with the talking, and took up listening.”

She uncrosses her legs from the stone, and moves to kneel on the ground before it. Her knees push out over the cusp of the crevice. Her feet emerge from beneath the fraying edge of her skirt, clawed and scaled. Michael extends a hand tentatively. Brushes the tips of his fingers along the scales at the curve of her ankle, feeling the staticky-smooth keratinous edges. She reaches out, and takes his hand in her own. Squeezes once, then lets it fall away.

“Brother?” Michael asks, although he’s not entirely certain what it is he seeks to hear from her.

“I woke up in this form.” She shrugs. “I could change it, if I wanted, but I think it suits my current occupation. She lived here, once. A nuisance to pretty much everybody in the area, this creature was killed for the mischief and misfortunes she inflicted on the region’s inhabitants and their livestock. Her bones were laid into the foundations when it was built. Now she sleeps, and she listens.” She shivers. “That’s her judgement. That’s her penance.”

“Why is any of this here, Gabriel? Do you know? A being awoke me on the shore, told me to find you. It says it needs us—that we must move on from here. It wasn’t the Shadow. I don’t know what it was.”

She laughs aloud at that, a sound that rings out in echoes, vanishing among the shades. “You really don’t know? Bro, that’s unobservant even for you. You just have to listen harder. Knowledge is easy to come by here, if you pay attention. As for the river, this river—” She leans down to trail her fingers through the crest of a wave. Flicks the water playfully at Michael. “Old man always had a sense for theatrics. ‘Behold, for before you lies the river Styx.’ As good a way as any to make his point. River of judgement: either it makes you invulnerable, or poisons you, and the only way to find out which you get is to roll the dice.”

Michael is silent for several long seconds, something icy and desperate in his throat. Finally: “Will you go, then? Move on, to whatever awaits us next?”

Gabriel’s hands rise to the sides of her face. She draws the blindfold delicately up and off, silk trickling through her fingers like river water. She blinks back at Michael. Her pupils are slitted, snakelike.

Ignoring his question, she takes his chin in her hand. Appraises him, gently tilting his head this way and that as she studies the image he wears. “Still carrying that torch, huh? Well, I won’t deny that he was good for you. But maybe raise your gaze a little, ok?” Her thumb strokes over his cheek, once, and her lips quirk into an affectionate half-smile. Then her hand falls away, and she turns, studying the water. “You don’t have to keep defining yourself by what you were, or what you did. You can choose something else, you know?”

She inhales deeply, steadying herself. Michael can only watch as, trembling faintly, she dips her hands into the waters of the Styx. Drawing her cupped hands to her mouth, she glances back at him one final time.

“But then, what do I know? I’ve carried out enough judgement for one lifetime. See you on the other side, Mike.”

She lowers her mouth to the water, and drinks, and dissolves away into the mist.

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(Chapter notes:

- The form Gabriel has taken in this chapter is the body of the Delphyne, the half-serpent maiden who is said to have inhabited the caves in the upper slopes of Mount Parnassus. Her death at the hands of Apollo is associated with the founding of Delphi, the location which serves as the primary inspiration for this scene.)

[xiaoderys]

❝ Saturated Sunrise ❞ (l.dh, n.jm)

DISCONTINUED

pairing: haechan x reader, jaemin x reader

genre: crack, fluff, angst, possible smut

soulmate!au, college!au, social media!au mixed with narrative (in future chapters)

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive with possible smut in future chapters

word count: 1.2k (this is only the prologue so future chapters will definitely be much longer~)

parts: prologue character profile, I

synopsis: you gradually lose your ability to see colors as you fall out of love with donghyuck

you were red and you liked me because I was blue. but you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky. then you decided purple just wasn’t for you.

A/N: <the italicized texts are y/n’s thoughts~> I highly suggest that you guys pay attention to the tiniest details because they can be much more meaningful in the future than you think. Feel free to ask questions if you’re confused about something🤗 this is my first proper au so constructive criticism is welcomed~

prologue

One month in uni, you’d think you’d know your way around the place by now, but unfortunately for you, this was the third time you’ve passed the equestrian statue that stood in front of the grand concert hall and you start to realize that you were probably going in circles

without giving it much thought, you started to walk towards the marble statue, admiring every edge and curve. you’ve always had the sense of interest in the classic aesthetics; looking at the golden plaque, it read ‘Lee Taeyong’— you observed his face, it looked so perfectly sculpted, no human could’ve possibly existed looking like that, right?

as you were lost in your thoughts and have completely forgotten about where you were headed, the mellow sound of a piano being played, softly rang through your ears and like a lost puppy that just got a sniff of some treats, you followed it into the building

you slowly opened one of the doors which lead you to the back of the stage and roamed a bit until you ended up on the main stage, you peeked from behind the curtains and there.. there he sat in all his glory; actually you didn’t really know who he was as his back was facing you but as far you could tell, his hair was dark? his broad shoulders stood tall and he was definitely well-built, he didn’t look like someone you knew though

you were dazed by every single note he played and even felt a bit nostalgic hearing the song yet you just couldn’t quite figure out where you’ve heard it before

you stayed there for a good couple of minutes, just listening to him play and admiring his physique. you couldn’t leave even if you wanted to— your legs wouldn’t move; he just had a way of playing that made you want to listen to him forever.

and then he stopped- “I know you’re there, you can come out now” your eyes widened at the sudden statement

is he talking to me ??? and out of panic, you blurted out a quick “no, I’m not!”

he sighed and turned around, arms crossed on his chest. “Come out now, stalker, those curtains haven’t been cleaned in years” okay, so that’s why I’ve been trying to suppress probably ten sneezes for the past few minutes now

“How’d you know I was here?!”

“Why were you stalking me?”

“I wasn’t stalking you!”

“Really now? You’ve been staring at me play for the past 10 minutes behind those curtains, I’m pretty sure that’s called stalking, babe”

“I wasn’t stalking you, I was just- I was picking up my-“ you looked around for something and- “saxophone!”

you walked over to the sax and as you were picking it up he leaned his back on the piano with one of his brows raised “play something for me then”

“hmm?”

“You watched me play the piano, isn’t it only fair that you play for me too?”

“uh, I can’t- I uh don’t have my lucky socks on”

“what’s that got to do with anything?”

“well you know how it is with us musicians and our lucky socks haha”

He raised his brows, not feeding into a single grain of your obvious lie. “Okay fine but I’m a little rusty today”

He wasn’t fond of the lying but he did find it rather amusing how committed you were so he just lightly smiled and waited.

You wiped the mouthpiece, silently praying that whoever owns it doesn’t have herpes or something but you were committed now so there’s no going back.

“Do you have any song request?”

“Not really, just play whatever you want”

You thought for a short moment and the only song you knew that’s played on the sax is— Careless Whisper. You put your handkerchief over the mouthpiece because- hygiene, and started to play more like tried to but as soon as you blew your first note, you both knew you were done for.

He didn’t even let you finish the first verse before cutting you off “figures”

“someone probably messed with it, I have to reshape the holes and all that” reshape the holes??? huhhh y/n, what is wrong with you?

“mhmm”

he stood up and walked over to you then picked up the saxophone case from beside you, revealing the name of the owner “okay then miss.. Mark Lee, you’re very committed to your lie, I applaud that but unfortunately you’re quite bad at it”

“Why? What’s wrong with my name? You’re sexist? You don’t think girls can be named Mark? Is that it? Wow I didn’t expect that from someone who looks so-”

“Woah calm down, babe, I never said any of those things but what I am saying is that I’m friends with a little someone called Mark Lee who owns the exact same sax as yours so you tell me”

“uhh common name?” you laughed nervously but he gave you a stern look, telling you to just give it up but you brought this upon yourself so you just— bolted.

but it really wasn’t your day because before you could run, he stopped you in your tracks by putting both his arms on the wall behind you, trapping you between his arms

you didn’t get the chance to actually take a good look at him before but now, he’s only a few inches away from your face and you swore you couldn’t breathe.

he wasn’t bad looking at all. his hair was a bit long and some even fall on his brows, his eye color was dark as far as you could tell and he had those really pretty lashes that fluttered every time he blinked. his lips weren’t the fullest nor the thinnest yet they were dry and chapped. his face looks so softly sculpted but his striking eyes and sharp eyebrows contradicted his soft features. it wasn’t only his way with the piano that made you stay, he had this charm and beauty that can hold anyone captive— “you’re already falling in love with me, aren’t you?”

“what the- no!” you snapped out of whatever that was “I was just looking at your chapped lips, they’re so dry, I thought I was in the Sahara desert for second there”

“ouch! hurtful but true” he chuckled “doesn’t excuse the fact that you were daydreaming of me though”

you just wanted to get out of there so you bumped his forehead with your own and when he winced in pain and let his arms fall, you quickly ran out of there

you ran as quick as possible with some guys saxophone in hand which you didn’t realize you were still holding.

as soon as the music hall was out of sight, you settled down and thought about what you’re gonna do with this stolen sax;

are they gonna conduct a search for it? am I gonna be known as the sexy saxophone thief ?? wait, that dude saw me! well now he knows the face of the culprit, dumbass! noooo I’m too pretty to be jailed😭😭

you sighed and decided to just return it tomorrow and proceeded to go to where you were headed earlier. you checked your phone for the time and that whole shenanigans apparently took about half an hour and you were late for your study date.

y/n, why do you get yourself into these kinds of situations?

[redbokuto]

Awaited Encounter part 2

Still in Akashi's point of view. I hope you enjoy

//

The ringing of the alarm made me twist and turn. The light blue sheets of my bed tangled around my bottom half. My eyes opened at a slow rate as my gaze settled on my alarm. Bright red numbers blinked as the small box vibrated on the nightstand.

Placing my hand on the electronic, I let out a groan. "Might as well get up."

I pushed my self up and hobbled out of my bed. The bright sun peered through my gray curtains. Inviting itself into my small apartment. First things first, I went into my kitchen and poured myself a cup of water.

The apartment has three rooms. A living room with a kitchen connected, a bathroom, and a bedroom. The pay isn't bad considering the spacey area. The only bad part is that it is a lot farther from my school than I would have liked. To make up for the distance, I take the train to class every morning starting today. Today is my first day of college.

I shook the bottle of pills in my hand and tapped some out. I placed the medicine on my tongue before washing them down with some water. Taking pills has been a part of my daily routine since I was young. At first it was a hassle, but I am used to it at this point.

My body leaned back against the marble countertop of my kitchen. The cold surface made me shiver as I glanced at the clock above. "I have half an hour."

Not wasting anymore time, I went to the bathroom and started to peel off my clothing. I then turned on the water for my shower and waited for it to heat up.

After my shower, I was left with curled wet hair and stinging eyes. I pressed my hand against my fogged mirror, wiping the residue off to see my reflection. My body is nothing special, slightly tanned and skinny. The only attractive feature that I have is my deep blue eyes. That and my curled black hair.

All and all I'm not very proud of my body. I am malnourished, exhausted, and the deep blue eyes I pride myself on don't even function properly. Walking out of my bathroom, I grabbed the towel around my waist and used it to dry my hair. Wet footprints smeared against the dark wood patterning the floor.

Once in my room I pulled out some clothes and got dressed. I ended up with a gray sweater and blue jeans that hung low on my thin waist. I need new clothes, that or I need to eat more.

I sighed at the thought and walked back into my kitchen. I put a piece of toast in the toaster, took out some jelly and smudged it on the bread when it was done.

My teeth gripped onto the bread as I prepared to leave. I placed my bag on my shoulder, slid my phone and wallet in my pocket, and left. The keys jingled in my hand when I shut and locked the door, "lets get this over with."

People crowded around the streets, all getting ready to start the day. I have never liked crowded spaces, but then again, I don't like people in general. I have only liked one person in my life, but they are gone.

The train was even more cramped, making me squirm in discomfort the whole way there. I checked my phone to make sure I was going the right way across campus. The school was like your average college, large and busy. Many students were making their own foot traffic across the campus.

It made me feel like an insignificant speck, which I loved.

I don't like attention. The fact that I can walk around without being so much as noticed made me pleased. My thin fingers pressed against the large wooden door of the auditorium. I was early so many seats were opened. I took a seat in the far-right corner of the room to make sure no one else would sit with me.

The lessons began with its usual painstakingly slow boredom. Most of the kids in this class were a year above me. I skipped a grade back in middle school, so I am used to the age difference. Not that it mattered. I will not be making any friends.

"Hey hey hey!"

My entire body froze from the voice. I turned my attention to the center of the classroom. There stood a gray and black-haired man leaning over and breathing heavily. "I... can't belive you started without me teach." The man panted.

My eyes grew wide from his voice, there was no mistaking it. Sure it sounded a little deeper... but... it has to be him.

"Mr. Bokuto, I knew you would cause a scene. The other teachers warned me about you." The professor scowled, pressing their hands on their hips.

The smile Bokuto made confirmed my suspicions. That and the teacher said his name.

"If you knew about me, why did you start the class? That's just mean teach!"

Laughter filled the room; most came from the girls in the class. The teacher sighed, "go sit over there, I don't want to see you anymore then I have to." My eyes widened as a sense of déjà vu washed over me.

No no no! This cannot be happening!

Bokuto bowed to the teacher before trotting towards me with a smile. He waved and nodded to other students in the room, showing his popularity. His reputation didn't surprise me, he was able to get a loner like me to open up.

I turned my head away not to face him, maybe I can ignore him this time. "looks like we will be desk-mates." Bokuto greeted. My face cringed as my body stiffened, looks like he hasn't changed a bit.

"Yeah sure." I blurted out, still not facing him. Bokuto leaned closer to me, "I have never seen you before. Are you new?"

Never seen me... wait what? I turned my head to look at him, making our faces inches apart. Once again, my eyes glued to his golden ones. The stare made my nerves flare. "You've never seen me before?" Bokuto tilted his head, not minding our close distance. "Well now that I see your whole face, you do look familiar, but nothing is ringing a bell."

That hurt. I never thought I would run into Bokuto again, but I didn't think he would forget about me. Was I not as important to him as I thought?

"Sorry but do I know you? I've had a pretty bad memory since an accident a while back."

The first thing I wanted to ask was if he was ok now. What accident could cause him to lose his memory? I have to admit, it makes me feel a little better knowing forgetting me wasn't intentional.

"No, no you don't know me." I lied, turning back to face the teacher. Him not remembering me makes things a lot easier. Now I don't have to relive the pain I caused him all those years ago. The day I left Bokuto and broke our friendship for good.

//

These chapter can be found on my Wattpad account, Zayinmorzin. There the story is more far along.

[kpopchangedme]

Nocturna: Part II [M]

The fragile peace between undead and lycanth is imperilled your arrival to the Inferorum Castrum. Between the changing power dynamics of the wolf pack and the insatiable urges of the vampire king, you aren’t exactly sure where your loyalty lies.

Protagonists: Im Jaebeom | You | Bang Chan

Word Count: 5k

Genre: NSFW | *SMUT* | Supernatural!au | Vampires | Werewolves | Angst | Romance | Love Triangle

Snippet: Straightening, he gazes down at you, blood-red eyes roaming your exposed chest with a new kind of hunger. Apparently, even creatures of the night are men. “So,” he asks, challenging, “preferable?” Earlier you only feared him killing you, you didn’t even consider he could request something else entirely, crave more than your blood.

Nocturna Masterlist | HALLOWEEN

Stirring in your sleep, you roll on your side. It’s freezing. By instinct, you tug at the satin sheets covering you, still only half-conscious. There’s something abnormally cold and hard close, in a haze, you run your fingers on the mattress to find it. The object is smooth and elongated, you explore it, slowly opening your eyes as you reach its end; long, slim, soft, icy… Fingers.

You don’t own satin sheets.

Awakening in a rush of adrenaline you sit, jumping as far away from the corpse next to you as you can. You hit a stone wall in your haste. You’re in a dark room, you can barely see anything. Your entire body aches dolorously and, remembering the scene in the forbidden forest, you reach for your injured back. The skin that was torn apart is now silky and perfect, smooth as though it was all a bad dream, your face is the same. Cautiously, you rotate your shoulder, and the pain you feel tells otherwise. That, as well as all the holes and the dry blood stiffening your clothes.  

Somehow you were healed and survived.  

Your gaze falls to the inanimate corpse on the other side of the bed, you are beginning to distinguish his features now. Is this his doing? He seems dead and you might believe that to be true if you hadn’t seen him move and talk just fine earlier. His hair is charcoal, one with the darkness, but his skin is drained, so pale it’s translucid and dark veins course under it. He is gorgeous, but also undoubtedly evil. You shiver, staring at the dangerous resting vampire. The sun must still be up if he has brought you into his den. He probably feeds at night; it must be the only reason you are still breathing.

Millimetres by millimetres, you slide away on the canopy bed until you reach its edge. You keep your eyes on him, rendered statuesque by his immobility. When you’re toes touch the stone floor, you allow yourself a soft exhale of relief. He still hasn’t moved. This is your chance to escape. Your shoes and hunting gear are nowhere to be found, but you don’t waste time searching. Careful, you tiptoe to the other side of the darkroom. Already unlocked, the door opens on the end of a large stone corridor, sparsely lit by hung torches. You hesitate, having no idea how you got here in the first place, or how to get out. The vaulted ceiling is so high above your head, this place must be gigantic. Heart pounding, you glance one last time at the undisturbed vampire on the bed. Did he really heal your wounds? Still, you should run. It seems that’s all you’ve been doing today; running away. It started like any morning really, you aren’t sure how it turned out this wrong. One moment you’re hiding behind a bush on the outskirts of the forbidden forest, trying to get a clear shot at a deer, the next… You’re being chased by a giant demon wolf. Was it really Chan? It can’t be. You know the young trapper by heart, he’s sweet and funny. Suddenly you flush, remembering his nakedness. It's like a dark secret fantasy you didn't know you had... But what happened in the forest has to be real… Because you are here, but where is this place anyway? You’ve never seen anything like it.  

It all happens in an instant. Your scream of terror doesn’t even leave your throat when you are suddenly yanked backwards. It is muffled by the cold hand gagging your mouth. Cold.

Dead.

The door shuts on the corridor, letting absolute darkness fall on the bedroom again. You didn’t see him coming, didn’t hear a thing, yet he’s caging you. Just like in the Forbidden Forest. The undead’s arm is wrapped around you, and he’s pressed against your back. This time, however, you aren’t dying, not yet anyway, not that easily. You feel way stronger. Struggling to free yourself from his embrace, you hit him a few times with all your might, but he doesn’t falter. When you bite his hand though, you get a reaction. He takes it back as suddenly as it appeared.  

“Biting?” The vampire asks dryly, and you freeze, mortified. Slowly, he turns you in his arms, like a rag doll deprived of any free-will. “Irony isn’t lost on me...” His marble skin seems to glimmer in the darkness, sharp features emphasized by the shadows. “Do not venture out of here alone. Stay with me if you want to live.”  

“P-Please... Don’t eat me...” You plea under your breath, gaze-wide as he stares back unemotionally at you.  

“Eat you?” His lips stretch, uncovering perfectly aligned white teeth. This time, his fangs are nowhere to be found. “I don’t eat little girls...” The creature reaches for your hair, caging a strand between his long fingers. Leisurely, he lets them slide on the silk. “Not unless they want me to...” A shiver travels down your spine. “I healed you, tidbit.”  

“Why?” At your question, the bloodsucker lowers his head into you, smelling your skin.  

“Because,” he whispers, his nose diving way down and brushing your neck, “I don't like seeing sweet blood go to waste… I hate that Beta Dog... And you begged… I love when people beg me.” You’re frozen still as he replies, unable to pay attention. He's going to bite you at any moment, you're going to die. “Now you owe me.” You simply stand in the creature's arms, motionless, more and more unsure of what he wants. Why isn’t he biting you?  

“O-Owe you what?” The words manage to exit your mouth miraculously, and he pulls back to observe your reaction.  

“Your life. I’d like to propose a deal for it...” The vampire pauses, getting distracted, “You’re much prettier unbattered, tidbit.” Bringing two fingers under your chin to observe you, he holds it like it's something frail and precious. “Is there anything else you desire, other than your life?”  

“G-Grandma… I need to return to my gran's h-house.” You seem unable to tear your gaze away from his mesmerizing dead irides. You’d do anything to get back home, return in one piece from this hellish hunt.

“I have been told that story before… The one with the big bad wolf.” He chuckles, barely audible. The elegant undead seems to ponder on something before speaking again; “One night.”

“W-What?”

“My price.” He specifies, sternly. “For your life and safe return. I’m being generous since you are from there.” Your village, so the legends were right. Vampires don’t usually murder people from Ianua.

“You won’t drink my blood?”

“Of course! One night to feed...” His index traces your jugular and your heart accelerates. “I really hate dogs.” He scoffs, clearly disgusted at the memory of the meeting in the woods. “You owe me a drink, tidbit.”

“Don't call me th-” Before you reveal your actual name, your mouth is covered.

“Identities have invaluable power here, walls have ears.” The creature whispers hurriedly, so close that you have chills. “Don’t give more than what I ask, or you’ll lose everything. One bite.”

“Then what?” You’re stunned when his hand disappears, and you’re sure your breath on his ear is the reason he slightly jerks back. “Can bloodsuckers really feed without killing humans?” That’s not what you heard from the legends.

“I’m not some barbarous monster, ignorant little girl.” Prideful, his eyes narrow, becoming two straight bloody cuts on his sallow skin. “I’ll escort you back to the outskirts of the forest before dawn, safely. You have my word, that's all I can offer. Do you take this deal?”  

Like you have a choice, what are your other options really? You need to trust he’ll keep his promise. “Yes...” You agree, worried you’re making a deal with the Devil himself, or its spawn at the very least.  “One bite.”

Instantly, his stone face slices apart, lips stretching on the same gloomy smile he offered earlier. Again, you are spun in his arms in a flash. He takes hold of your shoulders, immobilizing you. The creature's nose plunges into your neck, and you wait anxiously for his fangs to sting. It’s the tip of his tongue that grazes your skin first though. You don’t even try to pull away, too stunned. As if tasting you, the vampire leans closer. He traces a path up to a particular spot in the crook of your neck before pausing there, teeth beginning to dig in.

“Does it hurt?” You blurt out before your skin rips, and he stops.

“Not me.” The undead snickers, evidently finding your question particularly futile. “Don’t worry. The pain won’t last, your heart is beating too fast...” Shaking your head in a daze, you don’t notice the way his hand creeps up to cover your chest and feel its pulse. “You are lucky I am the one who raised and came to you. I am way more considerate than most...” He says the last sentence like he’s a benevolent saviour, not the leech parasite who is about to drain you. Hesitant, his mouth hovers above your skin before he sighs, straightening up. “There’s a way humans enjoy the bite.” He admits half-heartedly, fully letting go of you the first time.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Letting out a breath of relief you turn to find him already sitting back on the edge of the bed, on the other side of the room. He quirks a brow at your astonishment. Inhuman speed, right.

“Because... I didn’t think suffering would matter that much to you if I made it brief. You went through a lot worse in the forest. You seemed to be a fighter.” Of course, it does, perhaps vampires don’t know pain. They are dead after all. Glancing at the door, you make a silent choice; you’ve made a deal, so you won’t run. Although, you doubt you could make it far anyway.

“Do you not like it... That agreeable way?”

“Oh, I would.” The undead’s red eyes crease in amusement, aware of something you aren’t. “I just haven’t shared that with a mortal in a very long time. I hear the bite stings then, but in a very pleasing way.”   “Is that possible?”

“It would warm you up for my feeding, but I doubt you’d enjoy it much... Not with a bloodsucker like me.” He sounds spiteful, making you regret your earlier choice of words. You didn’t even think the creature had pride to damage.

“I’ve been hurt enough today already...” You pause, but he doesn’t move one iota, a beautiful alabaster figure on the mattress. “Let’s do it… The agreeable way.”

“Are you sure?” He counters, way softer, mood shifting. If this back and forth goes on, the night will be over before any actual biting happens.  

“Yes.” You insist, a lot less anxious since he almost seems concerned. The right corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk.

“As you wish, tidbit.” In a blur, the undead is standing before you again. “Close your eyes,” he commands and you hesitantly obey, still a bit wary.

He acts much faster once you do, starting at the brim of your jaw. You fidget when his mouth grazes your sensitive skin at first, not knowing what he’s expecting of you. His hands aren’t even holding you back this time, still, you try to remain in place. His cold lips explore your neck anew, leisurely trailing down. It’s different than before, now he presses them strategically along the way, tickling, almost like kisses. Goosebumps spread over your whole body as you stand there, unsure why you are not entirely hating this.  

“Is that it?” You ask, surprised even though his mouth hasn’t come anywhere special yet. He laughs hollowly against your clavicle. Without warning, the vampire reaches for the hem of your torn shirt, pulling it over your head in one go. You yelp, attempting to cover your unexpected nudity with your arms, but he grabs your wrists. Oh... You are getting the idea now, but you aren’t sure how that is supposed to help with the pain. Straightening, he gazes down at you, blood-red eyes roaming your exposed chest with a new kind of hunger. Apparently, even creatures of the night are men.

“So,” he asks, challenging, “preferable?”

Earlier you only feared him killing you, you didn’t even consider he could ever request something else entirely, want more than blood. At your clear understanding, he smirks, tilting his head as if daring you to prove him right by changing your mind. Part of you is worried, but it isn’t the one you want to listen to right now. The curious one is louder, buzzing in your brain, alive under your skin, craving. He is a predator and an amazing one because the fascination he inspires you at the moment is way stronger than any survival instinct. When he releases your wrists, you don’t move to cover yourself. Instead, you reach for his own shirt, lifting it until he’s also bare. The rest of him is as chiselled as his forearms and features, perfected simply to taunt mortals. Observing your reaction, the vampire purses his lips, very pleased.  

“I guess I was wrong, tidbit.” His voice is huskier than before. Guardedly, his right palm raises to find your cheek, cupping it to pull you into him. Your bodies meet, fitting against one another almost like you’re the same. “You aren’t scared of what I might do anymore.” He states, mere millimetres away from your lips. “How ill-advised.”

“I have your word,” you retort, unable to keep from tilting your head upwards for more. You are possessed.  

“Yes.” Something glimmers in his ruby irides as his thumb stokes your lips.

His mouth covers yours shortly after, firmer than when it was on your neck. The kiss is unlike any you’ve received from men, but that’s to be expected since he is none. What is more surprising though, is how good it feels when his dead tongue finds yours. Despite yourself, you immediately pant, lips parting to grant him better access. The vampire remains calm, guiding you cautiously towards the bed without breaking the kiss. Seemingly unaffected by your physical contact. He lays you on the mattress, brushing your hair with his fingers. Instinctively, you tug at his shoulders for him to follow and he does, climbing over you swiftly. It is your mouth that is exploring his now, and he lets you do whatever you want with it. His right hand cups one of your breasts and your nipple erects instantly at the icy touch.

“Your heart,” he muses, obviously the only one fully in control, “I can make it last.”  

You’re unsure what he means; your heart is about to explode. His hand keeps stroking you delicately, fingers caressing your body and spreading weird tingles on your bare skin. Your mouth is numbed as well as your mind, caution is completely thrown out the window. You’re hazy. You wouldn’t be surprised if this was due to some sort of entrancing toxins he's emanating, you wouldn’t mind. Your nails are digging his stone back, silently begging for more. Landing on your lower stomach, his hand slips inside your hunting leather pants without any shame. It’s something none other ever dared to do before. When he finds your sex, both of you seem to catch a breath, but that could be your imagination.

“You’re burning.” He states, as though it’s unexpected or abnormal. Opening your eyes, you hadn’t realized you closed, you meet his heavy gaze.    

“You’re freezing.” You return, making him laugh mutely. Apparently, some things can still confound him.

“It’s because I’m starving, I haven’t fed in a while...” His hand traces your slit, distracting you. “Now I remember the appeal of human girls,” he murmurs this almost to himself, gently sucking on your collarbone, “so warm, and wet.” His fingers move and automatically, you curve on your back, stretching your neck. “Absolutely no survival instinct,” he adds, kissing your exposed throat.  

“Please,” you beg again and he strokes up and down, purposefully, “J-Jeonha...”

The night creature stops everything at the word, eyes empty for a second as he figures things out. At the moment, the dismay on his face is the most human he’s ever seemed. “That’s…” He struggles to conceal his amusement. “You’re uniquely charming.”  

“What?” You raise on your elbows, confused. You’re pretty sure that’s what Chan – or that man-wolf – called him in the forbidden forest. So, the joke is lost on you.  

“That’s my title, it's not for earthlings.”  

“You have a title?”

Frowning, the vampire takes his hand back and snaps, attitude shifting abruptly. “Must you ask about everything?!”

“I-I just thought…” Winded, you ponder, regretting saying it. “Since you can’t tell me your name.”

“Jaebeom,” he reveals, laconic, “Although its knowledge won’t do you any good. You didn’t ask and called me bloodsucker. My birth name was Jaebeom.”

“But you said-”

“Everyone at Inferorum Castrum already knows my identity.” He snickers, like you have done something silly again. His mood lightens as abruptly as it went sour. “I just meant to protect yours.”

Protect. Feed. Considerate. Blood. Safe. Deal. The words coming out of his dead mouth hold no logic to you whatsoever. Jaebeom. The night creature has a name now. He doesn't feel as strange and foreign. Weirdly enough, you don’t hate that.

Jaebeom smirks, gaze dropping to your quasi-nudity, evidently ready to move on and back in the mood again. When you reach to cover yourself, his mouth presses onto yours, rougher than before. He doesn’t seem to want to discuss formalities any longer. He frees you off your pants almost too easily. In no time, you are fully naked under him, skin ablaze at his contrasting chilly touch. You arch when his hand goes back between your legs, fingers rubbing circles skillfully. Craving more friction, your press closer.

“Jae-beom…” You moan, unable to refrain from it. He doesn’t seem to regret allowing you this little knowledge in the end. At the call he grunts, burying his face in your hair as if struggling with something of his very own. “Again.” You demand, holding to his back for dear life as his thumb does its thing one more time. You don’t even protest when his finger pushes inside your core, shallow at first. He adds another one, daring to go deeper when you rock your hips forward.

“I take back what I said earlier…” He groans suddenly. Sinister as Death, Jaebeom raises above you. “You smell delicious, I want to eat you right now…”

“B-blood?” You ask, slightly shaken. You were just starting to forget how inhuman he is. 

“Not that, tidbit...” He smiles widely, amused beyond your grasp by your innocence. The vampire lowers himself for an umpteenth kiss, lingering on your lips a tad longer before moving down on your body. He kisses his way from your breasts to your stomach and belly button, only stopping his descent when he has reached between your thighs. Oh. Your eyes round in awe when his tongue slides over your sex, mouth opening on a cry that doesn’t come out. “That.” Jaebeom points out, vainly, doing it again. Oh. Your thighs shake at the second stroke and his hands grab them to ease his effort. His grip is strong, final, and he widens you, licking your slit. It’s even better than what his thumb was doing earlier and you fight back a moan with all your might. From what he hinted at earlier, you guess there are others like him near, able to hear your embarrassing sounds.  

“Is… This really…” You pant, overwhelmed as he sucks and circles your mound. “Warming up… To it?” Never in your life did you consider you’d face an actual vampire, even less sleep with him, and want it.

“Yes... To many things.” Jaebeom pulls back, charmed yet again by your evident lack of experience.

Despite what he said earlier, about not having done this in a long time, he has a lot of practice. Then again, vampires don’t age as humans do. Surely, he’s way older than he looks.

He takes his time to observe you like this, spread under him. When you become too ashamed of his gaze and try to close your legs, he doesn’t allow it. “I am going to have you now.” Jaebeom informs casually, not the least flustered by the obscenity of his words. He stands, reaching to undo the buttons of his pants. You watch, abashed when he strips from them, standing naked with his cock erected before you. He tilts his head, trying to read your odd reaction for a while before finally giving up and asking what you’re thinking.  

“About C-… The w-wolf, in the forest,” you admit, and his face twists in distaste. Chan has been at the back of your mind ever since you woke up. There’s no way that wolf was really your friend, one of the persons you trust the most in the entire world. Apparently, that’s a very wrong thing to say at the moment.

“Don’t dare mention that werewolf boy in front of me again,” Jaebeom warns in a growl, climbing back on the bed. Werewolf. “I barely tolerate those savage hybrid freaks as it is.”

“You are not the same.” You state as he lowers himself over you. How have you never heard of beasts like that before? You heard legends of bloodsuckers.

“Obviously.”  

You want to ask him more. If a wolf can masquerade as human, can it make itself look like anyone? Can it know who you care about? But the timing isn't good and the vampire looks very displeased you brought this up. You’re not sure what to say to make it better, so you go in for a kiss. Deep, good, and he hums. You don’t even notice when he positions himself at your entrance, already taken by all that’s going up here. He understands right away when you still under him, too stunned to say anything.  

“Sorry,” Jaebeom mutters, calmly stopping, “we said no pain...” He resumes his kisses as you remain breathless, unsure if this knot is simple nervousness. You knew this was what it meant earlier when he undressed you.

You’ve been with men before, just not like that. You always thought it would be… Never mind. “Again.” You request after a moment, trying to clear your mind. Jaebeom doesn’t hesitate, pushing the tip of his length inside your warm wetness.

Feeling you cramp at the intrusion; he removes it slowly. The emptiness is short however and he inserts himself again, each time pecking along your lips, neck, ear, waiting for you to relax before doing it once more. His hips push forward, pressing your ass down into the mattress. You concentrate, trying to ease the throbbing in your lower stomach. There’s a particularly deeper thrust, and you gasp, troubled. Jaebeom stops everything, a weird shudder shaking his shoulders before he turns to stone. Then he exhales, burying his head in the crook of your neck. One of his hands finds your thigh to part your legs slightly, giving him a bit more of you.  

“You’re bleeding...” He whispers, voice hoarse.

“Is…” You aren’t sure what to reply, given the circumstances and what he is. It doesn’t exactly hurt, it’s a discomfort, a slight burn. “Is it a b-bad thing?”

Jaebeom grunts, rolling his hips, and your nails harshly dig his back. “It’s so good, tidbit...” He exhales shakily, “it’s all I can think about...”  

Trembling, you reach for his black hair, guiding his mouth to your neck. That’s the deal; your blood... And if you’re being honest, in the moment, you don’t feel like it was made to your disadvantage at all. He was right, he’s quite generous. Jaebeom doesn’t bite you though. Instead, he kisses your skin, tongue grazing your jugular. He traces it up until he finds the spot he seems to favour. It’s where he feels your pulse the most, but you have no idea. It is deafening, listening to the sweet melody of your heart beating. He pulls away only to slide back inside your core roughly. Although you’re still tight around him, this time it’s a lot more comfortable. Your legs open to ease his back and forth. You raise your hips, already craving more of this smooth friction you’re discovering.  

“That.” In a trance, Jaebeom sucks on your vein every time it bulges on his mouth. The sensation is far from unpleasant for you. “That is a lovely warm-up.”

He pulls you even closer, breathing you in, and missing your smile. This way sure feels better than the first frightening one, he was right. Jaebeom rhythm doesn’t falter, only getting rougher and messier the more it goes, and you’re far from complaining. You let out small cries, not even minding anymore, as he thrusts harder. His hands pull at your thighs, raising them so he hits a new angle inside you. It’s even more pleasurable, making you lose any sane train of thoughts. You curve on your back, a series of praises and begs uncontrollably falling out of your mouth.

Jaebeom feels your walls clench even tighter than before around his cock, tastes the salty sweat from your skin, hears the subtle change in your breathing. He knows that it’s his moment, his window. He doesn’t wait any longer. His fangs pierce your jugular making you gasp from the thrill. Your blood spurts in his mouth, and it’s even better than what he tasted in the forest. Richer and sweeter than ever. His pupils dilate, world outside the bedroom completely fading as you fill his mouth. Jolting from the pleasure, you cling closer to him, not fully realizing your blood is squirting out of your neck. He knows you’re coming even before you do. It must be your first time for that too because you’re out of it as the waves of shuddering ecstasy hit. You moan, arching into him deliciously, and he forgets why he has been denying himself this for years. He sucks unsparingly, despite himself, unable to control his own pleasure and desires. His hips begin to slow down and he pulls out, overwhelmed, but his lips remain glued to your wound.

Jaebeom doesn’t stop sucking until you’re softening, entire body’s violent convulsions losing steam. Your grip in his hair weakens, sliding on his nape until it falls off entirely. You’re gradually slipping out of consciousness. He promised. Getting a hold on his urges, Jaebeom tears away from your neck with a sinister gurgle noise, his favourite sonata. Your blood gushes out, staining his satin sheets in fascinating intricate patterns but he doesn’t allow himself to revel in them now. Putting his palm over the lacerations to control the bleeding, he brings his right thumb to his mouth, biting down until black blood pearls. You’re aghast between his legs, dying, eyes wide as they slowly seem to mist. He knows how death looks, it’s enough. If you didn’t remember how you were miraculously healed in the forest earlier, you certainly seem to at the brink of oblivion now. As soon as he offers his thumb, your mouth opens and you cling to his hand. You suck out his blood, panicky panting calming down.

It’s a give and take.

Jaebeom smiles, enjoying the wet heat of your tongue lapping at his finger. Your wound has already started to suture itself, but he lets you drink him a bit longer, awestruck at your eagerness. When he finally removes his hand, you stare up in wonder, winded and quiet, for once.  

You’re the most beautiful thing ever, vibrant, torrid, so fragile and alive in his bed.  

Oh… Now, Jaebeom remembers why he hasn’t taken a human woman like that in forever… Dispassionate, he drops down on the bed next to you, letting the iron smell of the still lukewarm blood numb his uneasiness. You don’t notice at all and you automatically roll closer.  

“You’re almost cool now.”

“Yes,” he mutters, turning to gaze down at you, “thanks to you.”

Your left hand heavily raises to stoke his arm, and Jaebeom relaxes. “I’m so dead…”

His mouth quivers. Close, but not quite. You’re amusing. “Barely.” When he leans in for a kiss you shrink back and Jaebeom stiffens, brought down to reality. Right, that’s more like it. Your survival instincts are back on, you’ve seen the not-so-glorious side of him now.

“Blood…” You mutter weakly, like justifications are in order, like him being a bloodsucking monster to you isn’t enough.

“It’s yours.” He deadpans, taken aback it’s a problem at this point. It wasn’t what he was expecting. Nonetheless, he licks his lips clean from the red thickness and wipes his face.

“It’s…” You’re inarticulate and your eyes shut, overcame by the blood loss. “Disgusting..." The corner of Jaebeom’s lips lifts into a real smirk this time, cute. You are also covered in it but he doesn’t mind... He pecks your forehead as you’re drifting out of consciousness, like earlier when he brought you from the forest and tucked you in. Maybe his feeding was a bit much, he has pushed it. You were already wounded by Jackson's stupid Beta earlier. As you fall asleep, Jaebeom wonders what’s that like, he can’t remember at all. He watches over you as your breathing slows down, heart rate decreasing until it’s a faint beat, peaceful. You’ll recover, humans always do after drinking from a vampire.

The real part of his deal begins now; your safe return. Bringing a mortal into Inferorum Castrum is a lot easier than sneaking out. Things could go wrong in many ways from now on.  

Thinking this, awake, all senses on alert, the night creature has no idea he’s missing the most crucial piece of information about you.

He hasn’t messed up like this in centuries.

Nocturna Masterlist | HALLOWEEN

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One

Seungwan should've known better than to wager against Sooyoung.

  Considering the Slytherin girl's penchant for mischief and deception, it should've been enough incentive for Seungwan to know that something fishy was going on. But even her long history of pure bad luck and gullible tendencies didn't prevent her from taking the bait. Now she had to sneak around the halls of Hogwarts in the middle of the night concealed under the invisibility cloak to search of the fabled Room of Requirement.

  She could've been lounging in the Ravenclaw common room right now writing her essay in Transfiguration and or sneaking into the kitchens to teach the art of Muggle baking to the house elves she befriended but no, she just had to lose a stupid bet.

  And now, she had to pay for the price. 

She descended from the winding steps of the Grand Staircase and followed the directions leading to the castle grounds. The rational part of her brain screamed at her to Turn back! You're breaking school rules! Retreat before you get expelled! But the other side of her, the small, miniscule and barely-there prideful side of her refused to be cowed. She will not back down from this. Seungwan didn't want to give Sooyoung the satisfaction of knowing that she was a coward all along.

  By the end of the corridor, the young Ravenclaw stopped dead in her tracks when the Gray Lady fluttered pass the solid walls. Their gazes met and those lifeless eyes seemed to see past the magic veil of her invisibility cloak. Seungwan briefly wandered if ghosts were immune to its enchantments. Thankfully, the Gray Lady ignored her existence and continued haunting the halls of Hogwarts. Once the coast was clear, Seungwan resumed her task.

  Any normal person could pretend and claim about finding the Room of Requirement but Seungwan was such a bad liar so there was no way she could've successfully pulled a deception of this magnitude from Sooyoung. The girl was an experienced bullshit detector and any attempts of manipulation from Seungwan would be for nought.

  Besides, Kim Yerim, a young Gryffindor and Sooyoung's evil partner in crime, threatened to jinx Seungwan's flying broom and burn all the books she owned if she ever chickened out. In the end, the Ravenclaw decided that she couldn't risk it.

  Lurking behind the statue of a grotesque gargoyle, Seungwan blew off whisps of her blonde hair that obscured her vision as she studied the intricate patterns carved on the walls in the hopes of revealing a concealed passageway. Hogwarts was full of hidden rooms and other enchantments. Many of its secrets remained undiscovered and it would take her centuries to uncover all of them.

  There was an unmistakable sound of footsteps echoing along the halls and she hastened her pace. "Nox!" After extinguishing the light from her wand and ensuring that her entire body was hidden underneath the cloak, Seungwan waited with bated breath when she saw the hunched figure of Filch emerge from the Great Hall. His beady eyes scanned the empty corridor, searching for anything suspiciously out of the ordinary. He entirely missed the young Ravenclaw's silhouette standing beside a knight statue and decided to make a quick stop to his office. He found it pointless to patrol the school and catch rule-breaking students without the aid of his precious shackles.

  Seungwan released a sign of relief. She was not getting caught today. No sir!

  She poked her head out from the cloak, checking to see if he really left the vicinity and cheering internally when he did. Seungwan was really pushing it now. The number of school rules she was breaking must be horrendous and her best friend Joohyun would be so disappointed, especially when she finds out that the invisibility cloak she lent to Seungwan had been used for illegal purposes.

  Seungwan knew that she was a bad friend, taking advantage of Joohyun's kindness and lying just to achieve her ends, but a lot was at stake here and she couldn't let the devil duo win. She couldn't let them taint Ravenclaw's immaculate reputation by allowing the spread of rumors regarding her cowardice. Seungwan would rather die than bring shame to her house.

  The young Ravenclaw sucked in a deep breath and steadied her resolve. She needed to find this Room of Requirement as soon as possible so she could return to her common room and be done with it. She still needed to read Gilderoy Lockhart's Voyages with Vampires goddamnit!

  "The light drives away the void that has long blinded my eyes upon your arrival." Seungwan nearly jumped in surprise when the portrait of a dark-haired woman, wearing a white Grecian dress and resting casually on a rustic bench then holding a cluster of grapes within the palm of her hands, called her attention. The title Embodiment of Love and Beauty: Aphrodite was carved on the base of the portrait's golden frame and it sparked a recent memory of the Greek Mythology book Seungwan was reading a few days ago. "Come yonder and whisper the melody into my ears-" Aphrodite leaned closer to get a better look at the blonde girl. "-the reason why a darling rose like you lurks in the darkness of the night."

  Wow. The Ravenclaw was amazed. Who knew that Aphrodite could be so poetic? All the books she read never mentioned how the goddess had a way with words. She could give Apollo a run for his money.

  "Uhmm.." Seungwan was bewildered because she thought she was doing a great job of hiding. Apparently not, because she was clearly caught by someone, even if it was just a mere painting. "I was hoping to find the Room of Requirement." The greek goddess ruefully shook her head, tendrils of raven black locks swaying with every movement, and made such a simple act look so elegant.

  Aphrodite seemed refined and ethereal and for some reason, Seungwan noted an akin likeness between the goddess and Joohyun.

  Huh.

  "My lovely rose. Forget such trivialities and allow me to bask in your sweet presence." Aphrodite purred as she batted her eyelashes coquettishly at the innocent girl. The goddess seemed to have taken a liking towards the young Ravenclaw. "You wield the brilliance of the sun within you. Are you, perchance, an offspring of Apollo?" And when Seungwan shook her head no, the deity continued singing her praises. "No matter. I will not let such things hinder us. For I will pluck all stars in the sky and weave them into garments only befitting of your radiance."

  The blonde girl didn't know what to do with the sudden attention. She was flattered, really, that the Goddess of Love and Beauty found her worthy of her affections but Aphrodite was a portrait and Seungwan was just not into her.

  Seungwan thought of ways on how to gently turn the goddess' advances down without offending her. Sure, Aphrodite was a portrait and held no real power over her but all deities, even ones immortalized in paintings, had enormous pride and easily get injured at the smallest of things.

  "I wish to fulfill your wishes O lovely Aphrodite! But my heart is torn and I simply cannot." Seungwan decided to lay it thick and flatter the goddess. The sooner she escapes this predicament, the sooner she can continue her task of finding the elusive room. "For I am a mere mortal unworthy of your affections. Our becoming is never destined and the Sisters of Fate would drive us apart." At times like these, her greasiness was put to good use. All those instances of playfully flirting at Joohyun was paying off.

  "We simply cannot be." She whispered brokenly to elicit a dramatic effect and successfully rendered Aphrodite into tears. Who knew that Seungwan had a knack for theatrics?

  A part of her was guilty for pulling this cunning move and manipulating someone, even if that someone was just a portrait, but she couldn't deny the rush of excitement it gave her. She was starting to know what it felt like being a Slytherin.

  "Alas! You speak of the truth, my darling rose, and my heart has come to accept this. Forgive me for forcing my unwanted affections upon you." The goddess wiped away the last of her tears and gathered her resolve. "Allow me to amend my offenses and aid you in your endeavors." Aphrodite bestowed her godly blessings upon the blonde, which was completely unnecessary because the deity was a painting and she wielded no real power, and Seungwan just obeyed because she wasn't raised to be rude. "You seek of a place which is hard to find. A room that comes and goes."

  That piqued the young Ravenclaw's interest and she leaned closer, eager to learn what the deity has to say. Aphrodite smiled fondly at Seungwan before stating a cryptic message. "It only ever appears in times of great need."

  Their little chat was interrupted when familiar voices sounded down the corridor. "I think someone's down here!" One of them said and their footsteps quickened. The young Ravenclaw panicked and spurred into action by hiding behind a marble pillar and covering herself with the invisibility cloak. She waited with bated breath and clutched her wand tightly as she prepared herself for an unwanted confrontation.

  Seungwan thought she heard the distinct sound of a cat purring and upon glancing down, she was caught paralyzed by the sight of Mrs. Norris glaring at her nastily. The feline's beady yellow eyes sent tendrils of fear to her spine. For a moment, she wondered how the animal could see her through the veil of the enchanted cloak. Did felines have a heightened sense of sight that they acquired the ability to detect invisible objects? "Shoo! Please go away." Seungwan tried her best to treat the cat with as much courtesy as possible because even though Mrs. Norris wasn't the most well-liked among the students, considering she was Filch's pet, but she was still a cat and Seungwan respected all animals, no matter how evil.

  Mrs. Norris had other intentions because her hackles rised and lunged to attack the young Ravenclaw. Those razor-sharp claws sank deep into her leg, slightly drew some blood, and effectively tore her trousers. The blonde was unable to stop the groan that escaped from her lips when she felt the stinging sensation.

  Crap!

  The voices became louder and the young Ravenclaw barely had time to control her agonized breathing when two figures emerged from the dark hall. Upon getting a clearer look on their features, Seungwan stifled a groan and cursed the universe for playing a sick game on her.

  It was her friends. Seulgi and Joohyun.

  Both of which were Prefects.

  Prefects who were patrolling the halls of Hogwarts late at night.

  Prefects who, if they somehow caught wind of Seungwan's rule-breaking, had the authority to take away house points and report the said girl to the Head of the Ravenclaw House.

  Just her luck.

  "There's nothing down here Joohyun." Seulgi directed the tip of her wand to cast a beam of light upon the dark corridor. Joohyun told her earlier that she heard some noises in the vicinity and accompanied her friend to investigate. "It's just Mrs. Norris hissing at nothing in particular." Seulgi nodded at the said feline, who was busy glaring at an empty spot behind a marbled pillar, then turned to regard her friend skeptically.

  "That's odd." A minute ago, she thought she heard someone whimpering as if they were in pain. Thinking that a person was injured, she hurried over to check it out, only to find nothing. Did I miss something? Joohyun thought as she squinted her eyes to thoroughly examine the dark hall. She found the cat's actions quite unusual, hissing at the wall and clawing at the empty space as if provoked by the air, but she chalked it up to weird animal behavior. She shook her head and acquiesced. "It must have been my imagination."

  "Do you want to rest? I could finish patrolling if you want. We've already checked most of the castle anyway." Seulgi asked her friend in concern. Being a kind person that she was, it's quite expected of her to ensure her friend's well-being, even if it meant sacrificing her own. Maybe her good-nature just comes with being a Hufflepuff.

  "No, I'm fine." Joohyun declined her offer and adjusted the green scarf wrapped around her neck. The cold air felt like freezing shards that bit her skin but she shrugged her uneasiness off and remained impassive because she didn't want to inconvenience Seulgi. "Let's finish this."

  She gritted her teeth when another blast of the chilly night air hit her face. Joohyun longed for a personal heater, probably in the form of a blonde Ravenclaw Muggleborn whose bright smile put the sun to shame.

  "Last stop, the Dungeons." Seulgi shivered anxiously when she uttered the word. She aimed the light down the spiralling staircase that led to their intended destination and huddled close to Joohyun partly for warmth and mostly for reassurance. The taller girl felt uncomfortable with dark and creepy places. She had gotten used to the warm and comfy atmosphere of the Hufflepuff common room and stifling areas like the Dungeons made her quite nervous. It was a good thing she had her Slytherin friend to accompany her.

  Joohyun furrowed her brows, took one last look at the dark halls, before reluctantly following Seulgi to continue with their patrol.

  As soon as the Prefects were out of sight, the blonde released the breath she'd been holding and quickly shrugged off her cloak to check the damage that evil cat had inflicted.

  Sure enough, her trousers were torn and there was a trail of blood that stained the rainbow-colored socks she borrowed from Seulgi. Crap! The socks were ruined and no amount of Scourgify could remove those bloodstains. Seungwan used to stock her luggage with numerous bottles of bleach for cleaning purposes but her supplies dwindled after that one particular incident which involved diving under the black lake for some experimental research in Care of Magical Creatures and trying to befriend a Giant Squid for extra credit.

  How was the blonde supposed to know that the Giant Squid’s way of showing its trust and getting its stamp of approval was to squirt stinky black ink all over her body?

  How was she supposed to know that, by that simple and disgusting gesture alone, she was already adopted into the squid community?

  Squid ink was difficult to remove, mind you, and it left Seungwan smelling like seafood the whole week.

  And that was the story of how she used up all her bleach.

  If only there was some magical equivalent of the 7/11 convenient store in the wizarding world so she could restock her supplies.

  Oh well, can’t have everything, can we?

  Mrs. Norris poised for another attack and that was enough incentive for Seungwan to run for her life. It was quite ridiculous that she was being terrorized by a cat but in her defense, Mrs. Norris was a demon incarnate. No amount of reasoning would work around that feline so with the influence of her self-preservation, the young Ravenclaw took off. If she were to die, she didn’t want it to be caused by something stupid like being clawed to death by a cat. That’s just ridiculous. She’d be rolling over her grave if that were to happen.

  Seungwan dashed along the winding halls of Hogwarts and ignored the burning sensation on her wound. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping her sane now and she tried to remain composed while a murderous cat followed her wake. She took a series of twist and turns and ran until she could no longer hear the sound of screeching and purring.

  The Ravenclaw stopped short to catch her breath and shrugged off her cloak to wipe the sweat off her face. She had never been more exhausted in her entire life and that was a great indicator that Seungwan needed to do more cardio. It made her wonder if this dare was worth risking her life for. She contemplated of backing out but the mocking laugh of Sooyoung and the sinister grin of Yeri, along with the images of broken brooms and burning books, flashed into her mind and her resolve was back full force.

  She’d come this far. Might as well get this over with.

  She will not live like a coward. Not today Satan!

  But as soon as Seungwan regained some courage, it quickly dwindled when she realized that she was lost, like, really lost. It seemed like she stumbled upon an old abandoned classroom by chance.

  Scrolls of spare parchment and splinters littered the floors, unused desks and chairs were stacked haphazardly behind the dust-covered blackboard and marbled statues were blasted into pieces. The windows were smashed and the walls were scorched. It’s as if someone lit the whole room on fire and left it burning for centuries. A few Dementor dummies were broken beyond repair and some of its parts fell to ashes.

  Then something caught her attention.

  Standing far back into the room and partially covered by a worn red tapestry, there was an ornate and fairly ancient-looking mirror. The base had a clawed foot that served as a support and the gold borders that framed its edges were inscribed with a foreign and probably dead language.

  Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi

  Due to the fact that she was a Ravenclaw and she had a natural tendency to be curious, Seungwan walked close to inspect the object. She tried to decipher the hidden meaning behind the carvings and moved until her silhouette was reflected in the mirror.

  She looked like a hobo.

  Due to all the running she had to do, her short blonde locks clung to her neck in sticky waves and sweat dampened her skin. Her robes were askew and trousers were torn. She looked like she took a jolly night stroll at the Forbidden Forest but got attacked by an Acromantula.

  Her disheveled appearance reminded her of the time Ravenclaw had a Quidditch match against Gryffindor. It was a pitch-black stormy day and she strayed off the pitch trying to catch the Golden Snitch. She was struck by lightning and landed on the Whomping Willow really badly. Ravenclaw won the match but her broom was pretty wrecked and she was out of commission for nearly three months.

  Seungwan tried to smooth out the unruly bangs that covered her eyes when the image shimmered and her appearance changed. Suddenly, she wasn't the only person reflected in the mirror anymore.

  Standing before her were her friends and all sported cheery expressions on their faces. They looked older and more refined. Gone was the childlike naivety in their eyes and it was replaced with such wisdom that only comes after long years of being exposed to the world and meeting different people.

  Each of them portrayed their dream job. Sooyoung was now a fierce Auror. There was a certain fire in her eyes as she casually draped an arm over a Yerim, who appeared to be the youngest Head of the Ministry of Magic. The Gryffindor girl sported the same mischievous smile and it seemed like she still retained her penchant for troublemaking. Seulgi clutched her latest edition Comet 2500 and posed elegantly like the famous Quidditch player that she is. Joohyun was staring at all of them fondly. A small contented smile graced her lips as she stood as the new Headmistress of Hogwarts. Meanwhile, Seungwan had the professional badge of a Mediwitch and cradled in her arms an award from St. Mungo's hospital for her tireless efforts in curing magical maladies.

  There she was together with the people she held dearly to her heart, looking happy and contented, serving as pillars of support for each other and carrying with them an unbreakable bond formed by long years of friendship.

  Everything she desired and all she had been dreaming about were right before her.

  "What are you doing here?"

  Seungwan jumped in surprise when she heard the familiar bone-chilling voice that could only belong to one person.

  Joohyun.

  Judging from the stern expression she was sporting, the Slytherin Prefect was in her no-nonsense mode and she didn't look quite happy catching Seungwan red handed. "Sneaking around the castle at night is forbidden." Her tone sounded accusatory and the Ravenclaw fought hard not to squirm under her intense gaze. If glares could kill, the blonde would be dead right now.

  So much for not getting caught.

  "Sorry." She offered a lame apology, suddenly finding her shoes very interesting. Oh look! There’s a drop of blood staining the laces! She really needed to get some bleach.

  When Joohyun's left eye twitched in annoyance, it didn't take long for Seungwan to break like a dam and quickly spun a tale of how she got into this predicament. "I lost a bet to Sooyoung! I really didn't want to break the rules but Yerim threatened to jinx my broom and burn my books if I chickened out!"

  Joohyun remained indifferent the whole time the blonde Ravenclaw pleaded her defense. Her gaze landed on the invisibility cloak that was discarded to the ground. The one she lent to Seungwan. “Is this why you borrowed my cloak? To use it for illicit purposes?”

  “No! I mean- Yes!” Seungwan slapped her forehead. She was running out of excuses to tell. It seems like she can’t bullshit her way out of this situation. “I just wanted to find the Room of Requirement and Sooyoung said it can only be found at night.” The blonde sighed in defeat. Even she sounded crazy to herself.

  “Didn’t anyone warn you not to play Sooyoung’s games? Anyone in their right minds wouldn’t fall for her tricks.” Joohyun furrowed her brows. How could anyone be that gullible?

  “I know! I can be pretty stupid at times!” The Ravenclaw was ready to rip out her hair and throw herself out the window. There would be fewer stupid people in the world and she would  be doing the universe a favor. She groaned and stared helplessly at her amused friend. It’s good to know that the Slytherin found entertainment in her misery. “Why do I always make bad life decisions?”

  “Honestly? I also ask myself that question.” Then Joohyun noticed the blood gushing on Seungwan’s feet and rushed to her aid immediately. “What happened? Who did this to you?” She forced the blonde to sit down on the floor while she inspected the wounds. Thankfully, it wasn’t that deep and didn’t require a complicated healing spell for it to mend.

  “It’s nothing really, just a scratch.” Seungwan tried to shrug it off but Joohyun remained persistent and vigilantly scanned her from head to toe to check if she’d been hurt anywhere else. Once the Prefect was certain that the blonde was relatively unharmed, except for her bloody feet, she proceeded to softly blow air upon the wound in an attempt to soothe the pain. Seungwan blinked twice. Her heart hammering against the cages of her ribs and she had difficulty swallowing the lump in her throat.

  There was something about the way Joohyun tenderly cradled her injured leg and traced featherlight strokes on her skin. Her hands were gentle, reverent… cautious. It’s as if she was taking great care not to break Seungwan with her touch. Their gazes met and Seungwan somehow stopped breathing. Something shimmered in Joohyun’s eyes, a message held secret deep within her soul, and the young Ravenclaw couldn’t quite decipher it.

  Without taking her stare off the injured girl, the Slytherin Prefect took out her wand and cast a healing spell. “Episkey.” Joohyun whispered under her breath, eyes transfixed on those soft lips, itching to get close…closer.

  Seungwan could barely feel the wound closing nor the pain waning. Joohyun was looking at her intensely and she didn’t know how to handle it so she asked a rather dumb query. “Is there something on my face?”

  That effectively broke Joohyun out of whatever trance she was in. The Slytherin girl cleared her throat and stood up. She helped the blonde girl to her feet but refused to meet her eyes so she looked everywhere until she gazed upon the ancient looking mirror. Her curiosity was piqued. "What's this?" Noticing the foreign language carved on its golden frame, Joohyun moved closer to examine it. She wondered aloud.

  "Erised?"

  "Okay, this might sound crazy but I have a theory. Hogwarts is a magical school whose mysteries are still left unsolved. This might be one of those mysteries. You do know that the school never runs out questionable objects." Seungwan voiced out her ideas and it didn't take long for her to start pacing. Her hands making wild gestures in the air as she tried to put into words the thousands of possibilities her brain concocted.

  "I think this mirror shows the future." The Ravenclaw declared with such certainty and paused, eyes narrowing as millions of other thoughts swam into her head. "But how far into the future does it show? Maybe not too far." She shook her head and continued pacing.

  The Slytherin Prefect stood back and watched the blonde mutter a thousand things per minute. It's like her mouth couldn't keep up with her brain so she compensates by rambling about nothing and everything at once. It was only during times like this that Joohyun would get a glimpse inside Seungwan's mind. The younger girl was usually insecure about being a chatterbox, always carefully watching her words and actions around people. If it were up to her, she'd listen to Seungwan all day. Her thoughts were like lyrics Joohyun would gladly spend her life composing into a song.

  "What do you see?" Her internal musing was interrupted when the Ravenclaw stopped pacing and regarded her with an inquiry. Solving mysteries had always been Seungwan's obsession and the Prefect could tell that she was in her element. Joohyun could see it. The way the flames of curiosity burned in those brown orbs and the eagerness to discover the unknown transformed her, giving her an aura of confidence that rarely showed itself.

  Seungwan was glowing and it took her breath away.

  It took Joohyun a few moments to gather her thoughts. The effort to calm her pounding heart was futile for the blonde proved to be quite distracting so she focused all her attention to both their reflection in the mirror instead.

  "I don't see anything." Joohyun furrowed her brows and regarded the blonde in confusion. What was so special about this mirror? It certainly didn’t look so magical to her. Maybe Seungwan was mistaken?

  "Are you sure?" Seungwan was bewildered. If her theory was correct and this mirror showed the future then why couldn't Joohyun see anything? She gestured for Joohyun to try again since she was desperate to prove her point. “Can you please look again?”

  Joohyun was unamused. It was pointless really. It was just a regular mirror. There was nothing magical about it. Why can’t the blonde Ravenclaw see that? She crossed her arms and glared hard at the reflections on the mirror, particularly at herself for always giving into Seungwan’s wishes. “Have you forgotten how mirrors work?” A minute has passed and she still found nothing in particular.

  "I only see us."

  The dejected look on Seungwan's features tugged at Joohyun’s heartstrings and the Slytherin Prefect volunteered to stare back into the useless mirror for an hour. Yes, Joohyun was a mess. She was a HUGE mess. She could barely make rational decisions when it came to Seungwan.

  The blonde shook her head and declined the Prefect’s offer. "Maybe it's just my imagination."

  Seungwan grabbed the abandoned invisibility cloak on the floor and dusted off the dirt before wrapping it snugly around Joohyun to keep her warm. Then she grabbed the raven-haired girl’s hand and guided her out of the room. Her mind running a thousand miles per minute, still trying to make sense of the mystery she witnessed.

  Meanwhile, Slytherin girl kept glancing at their intertwined hands, wondering why their fingers fit so perfectly with each other and thinking about how she didn't want to let go.

  Not now, not ever.

  And deep down Joohyun knew, that she wouldn't mind being cold if it meant that Seungwan would always keep her warm.

  ***

  Seungwan never did find the Room of Requirement and the following day, she had to face the music in the form of Sooyoung's offhanded Honestly? I'm even not surprised. I've heard rumors that the Room of Requirement only ever shows itself to people of worth and, no offense, you are not such person. What surprised me more was that you decided to go along with the dare. I was expecting you to back out since I knew that you could be a chicken at times.

  Or Yerim’s cutting What the heck? You're the top of the class! The smartest witch of our age! Out of all the people, you had the best chances of finding it. But I guess we really do cannot have it all. Seungwan didn't know if she should be flattered by the fact that Gryffindor held her with such a high regard or be insulted at the insinuation that she was a failure.

  Anyways, the blonde Ravenclaw retreated to the library to lick her wounds and pass the time by doing some light reading. She came across an interesting passage in the book that left her reeling with questions.

  The Mirror of Erised

  An ancient magical mirror made before the end of the nineteenth century by an unknown creator. It shows the deepest, most desperate desire of one's heart, a vision that has been known to drive men mad.

  Below the paragraph was a portrait of a familiar ornate mirror. Seungwan squinted to examine it closer and gasped in shock. It was the exact same one she found last night; the same mirror that appeared in her dreams countless of times. There was no mistaking it. The foreign carvings along its golden frame were identical. She read the passage again and again and stared at the portrait until her vision blurred with images of the reflections she saw.

  Joohyun being the Hogwarts Headmistress.

  Seulgi became a Professional Quidditch player.

  Her own self was a lauded Mediwitch.

  Sooyoung training as an Auror.

  And Yerim as the youngest Head of the Ministry of Magic.

  It made sense now. The young Ravenclaw already putting together the pieces of the puzzle. Seungwan was close to solving everything but there was still one thing that remained a mystery to her.

  How come Joohyun only saw them both?

[golddaggers]

sexy fantasy

pairings: dylan o’brien x reader; shelley hannig x tyler posey.

warnings: cursing, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, rough sex. the usual, peeps.

word count: 4,7k+

I was completely and utterly frustrated with my boyfriend’s lack of interest in, well, me. Due to Dylan O’Brien’s fame, I guess I just assumed that, once we were more established in our relationship, he would have tried to get a little more intimate, because, even though I didn’t want to admit it, I was eager to check out with my own eyes the things I had heard about a certain brown haired man. Nevertheless, he seemed to be oblivious about it, which was exactly the reason why I was pacing back and forth within my room while my best friend watched me, comfortably sat in a small couch and laughing loudly at my nervousness.

"You need to stop being so paranoid, Y/N.”

“It’s easy for you… Tyler is a bloody sex machine!” I spat back, narrowing my eyes at her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! What it’s wrong with me, huh? We’ve been dating for three months! Three freaking months! And he hasn’t even attempted to unhook my bra when we were kissing!”  

Shelley, on the other hand, just went quiet, legs pressed against her chest and chin rested on her knee. It was the typical position of someone whose mind was working on a solution to the problem and, for my well-being, she better find a way to fix this situation, otherwise I will most definitely lose the little bit of mind I have.

"I think I know what we can do." She said, standing up from her seat and smiling mischievously.

“Do tell me, please.”

"Uh, I won’t tell you now, chances you won’t go along, but trust me, if you play your part well, you’ll have Dylan on his knees begging for you.”

Frowning, I tried to figure out what exactly that crazy girl I called friend had on her mind to spice things up between me and Dylan. However, there wasn’t much I could do: I could either agree with her way or I wouldn’t have sex with O’Brien. And, God damn, I needed to get into his pants soon. Trust me!

"Shelley, I can not believe I let you drag me into this place!”

The entire scenario was a bit too much to swallow, for I had never considered that I would have to go to a sex shop in order to get Dylan hooked up on me enough so we would, you know, shag. If I were to be honest, it was quite the opposite from what I had imagined. Nonetheless, here I was, staring at a bunch of sexy costumes, oils, creams, toys… Things I never even knew that existed.

“Don’t pout at me, doll, I just want to see you happy. Better yet, satisfied.”

"Fine, I just hope this works.”

“Psht, of course it will.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Dylan is a man, darling, and men think predominantly with the head that doesn’t have a brain.”

“What do you mean with that?”

“Oh my God, do I need to draw? Boys want to have sex, Y/N. All the time. So pretty much anything merely related to it can get their ‘little friends’ up and ready to play.”

“Dylan is outside those statistics then, because I am not joking when I say he hasn’t tried stuff. Not even a wandering hand, for Christ’s sake.”

As Hannig laughed at my desperation, earning an angry look from me to herself, I searched for a costume that pleased me enough so I could get this over with soon. I certainly didn’t need any of my friends walking in and having the wrong idea about this… I mean, the right idea over the wrong subject. Hell, just to be thinking about it makes my cheeks blush, chills running down my spine.

“Do you need help?” A husky, friendly voice snapped me out of my thoughts."You seem to be lost."

“Huh? No, I definitely know what I want. It’s somewhere in here.”

“And you have just confirmed that you are indeed lost.” He giggled, touching my shoulder. “Tell me exactly what you need so I can go see if we have it on our stock.”

“Okay, fine, I am looking for something to turn my boyfriend on, because I have literally no idea what I should do.”

“Oh!”

The poor man glared at me confused, clearly not sure of what to say or do with the information I had shared. I began to think that Shelley was indeed a pain in the ass; she forced me to come here and, when I needed her the most, she was lost in one of the multiple aisles of the shop, probably looking for things to herself I didn’t even want to imagine. 

“Miss?”

“Yeah?”

“You seem to have spaced out a bit.”

“Sorry, I’m just a little lost and desperate. Not that I should be telling you this anyway.”

"Right, uh, as I was saying, you needn’t to worry, I’m going to pick something that will most likely drive your boyfriend crazy over you.”

"Yeah, I’m not sure if that’s possible." While saying that I felt my ears go warm. "I’ve tried bending, unbuttoning blouse, double meaning sentences… Nothing seemed to have worked on him.”

John, as it was written in the small badge sewed to his striped shirt, laughed and rolled his eyes. I never thought I could feel this embarassed in my entire life; if this doesn’t work, the odds are that I will kill my crappy boyfriend who appears to have lost his sex drive after we started dating.

“Y/N!” Shelley yelled, coming from somewhere I didn’t quite know. “Look what I found!”

“Where were you?”

My friend simply shrugged, directing a playful smirk at me.

“It doesn’t matter, just take a peek at this costume. If Dylan doesn’t feel like sexing you up with this, I will do it myself!”

Finally, not feeling so annoyed, I allowed a small chuckle to slip; Hannig was the reason why my days weren’t so boring after all.  

"Yes, start explaining what is this, please.”

“Jesus, you’re so slow today, Y/N.” The girl cocked an eyebrow, placing the dress on glass made counter next to where we were. “Fine, this is what Jessica Rabbit wears. She sort of reminds me of you and as far as I know, guys fantasize a lot about her.”

Reluctantly, I gripped the red panties that were part of the nice set and knitted my brows together. Yes, the plan was to impress him with everything that I got, but… I wasn’t sure if I would have the courage to wear this in front of him. God I hated being so bloody shy.

“I have to agree with your friend in this one, Jessica is indeed one of men’s greatest fetishes.” John, the attendant, confirmed, at this point already intimate to us. “Still, clothes won’t do the trick alone. You need to have attitude, put on your highest heels, this costume and jump on him. It is humanly impossible for him to resist it.”

“Oh, I’m betting on that.” I said, sighing. “Otherwise…”

“Can you trust me, for once?”

"It isn’t about trusting you or not, Shelley. I’m just keeping my feet on the ground so I won’t get disappointed.”

"Would you please forget that? And you wrap this up, we’ll take it.”

John nodded, leaving us both alone. The lingering redness that coloured my cheeks appeared to be softening as I got used to the fact; it was not a big deal. Dylan was my best friend above all, I trusted him enough to do this. He was the person that offered a helping hand, a shoulder to cry on… Everything I could ever wish for or need. 

Oh, damn, I loved him.

[Dylan O’Brien’s house, a few hours later]

The brown haired man was sprawled out on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV screen that displayed some action movie I didn’t bother to catch the name of. Whilst so, he ran his fingers through my hair, doing the most delicious caress I had ever received. It was all so cosy I nearly forgot what I had planned for tonight. Shelley and I had gone into his flat a little earlier to hide the bag that contained the stuff I would need, so the boy wouldn’t even dream about my intentions, because it had to be a surprise. It was my leverage.

Upon thinking about finally doing it, I started to fidget uncomfortably on my seat, fortunately my handsome boyfriend was way into the film to notice it.  

"Huh, Dylan, do you mind if I go to the bathroom?”

“Of course I don’t.” He frowned for a minute, glancing at me curious. “You’ve been acting weird, though. Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened. I’m just worrying about some things.”

“What things?”

“Seriously, it’s not a big deal.” I shook my head, refusing to give a more precise answer. “I’ll be right back.”

Leaving the huge living room, I ran towards his bathroom, where all my stuff were carefully hidden. As soon as I was in, I locked the door so no one would come in unannounced. Trust me, boys have no sense of private space, especially Dylan’s best friend, Tyler, which means that all these precautions were necessary. Sighing, I pulled out the bag, staring my shaky figure on the mirror; it was now or never.  

In no time, I removed the loose red sweater and the jeans skirt I had on, throwing both pieces on the marble sink. Now completely free of clothes, I took in my hands the ones that would replace them; the red dress was very sexy, it had a rift going all the way up to the beginning of my thigh and a cleavage that almost showed my breasts. I tried to hold back the embarrassment thoughts, continuing to work on my figure, putting on the black pair of high heels alongside the purple gloves. My hair was tossed to the left side, a blood-coloured lipstick lighting my lips and my eyes were framed with thick, long lashes from the mascara I had used. Okay, I was ready to go back.

Before opening the tall door, I took a deep breath to contain my nervousness. Then, once feeling ready, I walked out softly, muffling the sound of the heels thumping against the wooden floor.

“Baby?” I quizzed, still hidden inside his bedroom. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah, I am, come on, you’re missing the best part!”

Another deep breath.

I decided to leave all my fears behind and, in confident steps, I went to where Dylan was. The moment was so intoxicating that I didn’t even pay attention to the fact my boyfriend was no longer alone, meaning that, yes, I was standing in a sexy costume in front of him and Tyler Posey, his best friend. Both had their eyes wide, staring at me slightly confused and surprised.

“Oh my God!” I screamed, upon realising we weren’t by ourselves. “What are you doing here, Tyler?!”

“Well, I do live here, Y/N…” He answered, a dirty smirk stretching his lips. “So you’re already on sexy fantasies stuff? Nice!”

“Tyler, shut the fuck up and stop looking at my girlfriend’s legs.”

O’Brien, finally reacting to the whole situation, got back to his feet, gripped my arm and gently pulled me to go somewhere with him. The man was clearly annoyed at the way Tyler was acting; also because he wouldn’t stop glaring at my legs, which was indeed uncomfortable.

“Where are you taking me?”

“My bedroom, I don’t want any audience when I make you moan my name, baby girl.”

“Oh.”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Tyler cheered, laughing. “Make me proud, tiger!”

“Fuck you!”

The brown haired man slammed the bedroom door closed, propping me against it and attacking my lips without hesitation, making me gasp surprised. Either way, it didn’t take long for me to thread my fingers in his hair, pulling them, returning the kiss with the same fire he used, turning both of us into a complete mess. My hands began wandering his body, feeling the tense, hard muscles underneath the thin fabric of his blue t-shirt, getting Dylan to tighten the grip on my waist, pressing me even further whilst allowing me to feel the growing bulge on his beige shorts.

“I had no idea you wanted to this so much, baby.” He whispered, trailing down every inch of my neck’s skin, his lips applying the right pressure to make me heave and shiver. “If only I had known… I would’ve done this sooner.”

“Oh, Dylan… Fuck.”

A shaky, strangled moan slipped from my mouth when my boyfriend suddenly ripped apart the thin red cloth that still dressed me, leaving only in the red laced lingerie set. The expectation, alongside the adrenaline, made goosebumps crawl my entire frame, chills forcing me to twitch. Everything was happening exactly as I imagined it would be, perhaps even better than my late night fantasies. It was nearly a sin that he had forbidden me from feeling this.

Silently, I unhooked myself from his embrace, switching our positions so I was free to take off his shirt, scattering wet kisses across his pale skin. I slowly got down to my knees, stopping right when my head was facing the very evident volume on his shorts, which brought saliva to my mouth; I couldn’t wait to finally get a taste of him. In a harsh movement, I undressed him from his bottom clothing, leaving Dylan in only a pair of black boxers.

“Babe, are you sure you want to do this?”

I was stuck within a frenzy where nothing else mattered, just Dylan and me, therefore, no trace of shyness could be found on my face when I skilfully removed the damn last obstacle, revealing his hard length, that bounced free.

“I’m positive this answers your question, mister.” I whispered, directing him a dirty look and giggling.

“Without a doubt.”

Opting to tease him a little, I started with subtle caresses, my hand bobbing up and down so slowly it made him grunt, in a way I had never see him do it. I looked up, watching as O’Brien closed his eyes, leaning against the door, completely and entirely surrendered to my will. I must say, this felt amazing.

“Oh, babe, please don’t be so mean.” Dylan groaned hoarsely, his fingers gripping my hair gently. “I want to feel your mouth around me.”

The words themselves were already too overwhelming, but coming in that voice tone, there was no way someone could answer anything that wasn’t a yes. Plus, the way his face scrunched in pleasure… Jesus, I never thought he could get more handsome. I was wrong, I guess. Either way, I sighed, planting a single kiss on his tip, my tongue stealthily licking the salty pre-cum slipping from it. Oh, he made me so damn hot!

Without thinking straight, I simply wrapped my hot, wet mouth around his dick, letting it fill me until his gland was lodged at the back of my throat, causing a light gag to break the silence. O’Brien hummed, his hips jerking forwards to thrust; each blow was followed by a husky moan, causing my thin panties to grow wet. It wasn’t fair the way he was calling for me. I squeezed my thighs together, in hopes that the growing heat between them would give me a break. Not that I was very sure it would work.

“Look at me, baby.” I begged, my hand never ceasing to stroke his cock, only it was easier now because of the amount of saliva. “Look how hot it is when I suck your dick.”

“Damn, baby girl, if you keep going like that… I’m not sure if I’m going to last long.”

A chuckle slipped through my lips as I continued to pump, his beautiful honey eyes connected to mine in a very sensual gaze. Suddenly, Dylan gripped my arms, lifting me up harshly and quickly pinning me against the tall marble door of his bedroom, his lips hard against mine. This time there wasn’t anything sweet. It was urgent, violent even; the couple who wanted to share an intimate moment was gone, now we were two people craving nothing more to relieve the tension we had created. His palms grasped my buttcheeks, so strongly I knew there would be red marks left behind.

“Please, Dyl…”

The whiskey eyed man’s features grew mischievous, as if he was planning to do something nasty to me now. He didn’t answer me, his fingers trailing up my thighs at leisure, eliciting mellow moans to fall from my mouth, a wetness pooling in my panties. Once Dylan reached the curve of my ass, he pulled me up to wound my legs around his waist, which made a girlish scream slip alongside a giggle. Soon enough I felt the softness of his mattress on my back, his body hovering above mine.

“Tsk, tsk, you have been a naughty, naughty girl.”

“Me? Oh, no, you were the one who forced me into using this low trick to get your attention.”

“Again, I had no idea you were so interested on knowing what I could do.” Dylan muttered boldly, confidence infused on his irises.

“Shut up and show me what that mouth of yours can do.”

"Uh, when you ask me so politely, how could I say no?”

Both of us laughed at his witty remark, then, still going at the slowest stride in the whole world, he began sliding down on me, his mouth and tongue licking every inch of my skin while his beard deliciously provided me with the good jitters, my frame shaky. Very gently, Dylan spread my legs, fingers massaging my thighs right until they brushed my damp core, causing me to throw my head back in ecstasy.  

“Oh fuck, look how wet you are, baby girl...”

“It’s all for you.” I breathed out, watching him play with red lace of my panties. “Please, honey.”

Nodding slightly, O’Brien started to draw small figure eights on my clit over the thin cloth that covered my entrance. His whiskey coloured eyes were pierced into mine, the sexual tension growing bit by bit as I began to feel a coil tightening on my lower stomach; Sighing, I fell against the pillows, a moaning mess. My boyfriend merely giggled, pushing one digit into me as his left hand cupped my breast. Jesus he was good at this, I couldn’t even think straight.

Things didn’t improve when he inserted his middle finger inside my slick entrance, pumping slowly, the thumb still circling the swollen nub. I moaned loudly, threading my fingers on his tousled hair and hips jolting forwards against him, trying to release the built up tension. The friction was driving me insane.

“God, I’m going to, ah-” Mumbling disjointed words, I muffled my voice on one of the close pillows. “Shit, Dylan.”

“Already, baby?” He teased, grinning, and kept on fucking me, which made me grunt. “And here I thought I’d have more work.”  

“Fuck you, O’Brien.” The words floated tiredly out of my mouth. “Better yet, fuck me.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that with pleasure.” Dylan murmured, bending to plant a kiss on each of my inner thighs. “You’re so beautiful...”

Dylan then began exploring my body, savouring every patch of soft, naked skin. It was absurdly sexy to watch his pink lips kissing my stomach, his palms cupping the right areas, and, at the same time, the pleasure kept growing, thus I threw my head back, squeezing the silky sheets to help cope with the pulsating sensation on my pussy.

If I could be sure of one thing, it would be that he had surpassed each of my expectations to this moment. The way my boyfriend was handling this was unique; it was like I was some sort of divinity he was meant to worship.

Nevertheless, the friction between our intimate bits, split only by a set of tiny panties, was getting unbearable and making my dizzy. I rolled my hips, grinding against him; it wasn't long until I heard a hoarse grunt, his hands tight on my thighs. After exchanging a brief gaze, Dylan gave some wet, sloppy kisses on my breasts and stood up, fumbling through a drawer in his nightstand.

“Shit, Tyler!” He snarled, punching the wooden top. “I can't believe that.”

“What is it?”

“The son of a bitch used up all my condoms again!” Snorting, the boy headed to the door. “I'm going to kill him!”

“Jeez, calm down, Dylan.” I giggled, hopping off the bed as well. “Did you really think I would make all this effort and not buy my own protection?”

“Oh. Okay. Good call.”

"Yeah, wait a minute so I can get it.”

I kissed him lightly and rushed to the bathroom, where my things were packed. Good thing I decided to buy condoms, otherwise the whole moment would be ruined. Shrugging, I checked myself on the mirror, realising my hair was messy, my lips were swollen and I had hickeys all over my frame. Some that would be really hard to hide.

Alright, probably not the right moment to be thinking about this. I swiftly got down on my knees, focusing on finding the small package in one of the bag's pockets. 

“Baby?”

“I'm going!”

With the red packet in my hand, and an uneven breath, I returned to the dimly lit room where my boyfriend awaited for me anxiously. Yet, I wasn't ready to see that scene: Dylan had his eyes closed, his large hand moving up and down while hums slipped; God, the heat that pooled in my knickers was almost shameful. No one should be that hot masturbating. It wasn't fair.

“Do you need a little help over there, mister?” I questioned, smiling cheerfully.

“As long as you are the one helping me, it’s always welcomed.”

“Alright, lover boy, just take this.”

I tossed the condom to him, who caught it with agility, a cocky grin stretching his lips.

“Strawberry flavour?”

“Do you really want to argue about it?”

“You're right, I don't.”

A small chuckle escaped through his lips whilst the boy slided the slick rubber down his length. As for me, I finally got rid of the last piece clothing preventing us to seal the action, leaving the red knickers on the floor and going straight to the bed.  

Positioning himself above me, Dylan bent forward to connect our lips into a lewd, sensual kiss, as if to confirm the undeniable fire between us. Although I did want him to move forward, his eyes bored into mine, looking concerned and nearly asking for permission to do what he wanted to do.

“Please, Dyl… No more games.” I said quietly, stroking the back of his neck. “I need you inside me.”

After my mellow beg, my boyfriend wasn't able to hold back any more, so he pushed himself in, causing both of us to groan loudly, pleasure too infused on our pores to bother if anyone could hear us. For a moment, he didn't move at all, we just stared at one another, realising this moment wasn't merely about sex; we were deepening our connection, making it clearer that we were meant to be together after all.  

A couple of minutes waiting, the two of us solely experiencing the intimacy, was enough to make me impatient. I needed the friction to soothe the dull ache on my core; therefore I pushed my hips against his, which was enough to release a funny feeling on my lower stomach.

“You’re so hot, Y/N…” His normally hoarse voice had reached a deeper tone, eliciting chills on me. “I don't think I will ever grow tired of you.”

I moaned, tossing my head back and grasping one of my breasts, giving it a tight squeeze whilst my other hand worked on my clit. It was so overwhelmingly good that it took me some time to realise how wide open my legs were; Dylan had done so in order to deepen the thrusting, his fingers gripping the back of my thighs so harshly I knew there would be a purple stain there later.

“You fuck me so good, Dylan… I can't believe it took you so long to show me all of this…” I teased, my voice coming out shaky with pleasure and between desperate gasps.

However, without any sort of previous warning, he pulled out, which made a loud, frustrated whine slip past my lips, hips rolling to reach his.

“Get on all fours to me, would you, baby?” Dylan muttered, eyes darkened with lust.

By now I was turgid and wet, so dizzy with excitement that I wouldn't have the strength to subdue him or even say anything about the new position, thus I just followed his command. As soon as I was, weakly, may I add, set on my knees and elbows, ass sticking in the ass for him, my boyfriend smacked my butt, sucking out a strangled moan from me.  

Aligning with my entrance once more, it wasn't long before he filled me again, this time going at a faster stride. I was damn sure that walking once the adrenaline rush was over would be a very hard task to do, but I guess I'll just let the future me worry about that.

“Faster, baby, I-I’m so close…” I exhaled, hands wandering through my frame in hopes to find a sweet spot that would help my release to come sooner.

“If I do that, it won't be able to walk.” He replied, leaning in to nibble at her neck.

“As if I care.”

The room started to spin when the honey eyed man increased his speed, making me realise I had no control whatsoever over my own body. It was all instinct: the moans, the grinding on his length… Everything. Dylan, then, upon feeling my pussy clenching around his dick, guided his skillful digits to my twitching nub, rubbing it without hesitation.   

“Oh, Dyl, I'm gonna’...”

“Cum to me, baby girl.”

I screamed, my whole body reacting to the mix of sensations that came over me; toes curling, back arching, even my elbows weren’t strong enough to keep me up anymore, meaning that my face met the cold pillows in a silent thud. I was definitely not expecting to be this overwhelming, this good, but I wasn’t complaining either. Eventually my high worn off and exhaled, closing my eyes. I solely listened as my boyfriend kept going, falling apart soon after into what seemed a great orgasm, my name escaping his lips in rough grunts.

The following minutes were of great silence; as I lied tired on the soft mattress, Dylan went up to remove the condom, disposing it into a bin. Within seconds he returned, pulling me to his arms, embracing me sweetly. I figured out words weren’t needed now, just the two of us holding one another fulfilled our every need; he stroke my back whilst I drew small figures on his chest, tiredness consuming us.

“Are you alright?” Dylan finally asked, eyes glaring at the ceiling. “You’re awfully quiet…”

“Of course I am, Dyl.” A tired smile curved my smudged lips. “Thank you, for this.”

“I think I am the one who should be thanking you.” The brown haired man’s chest trembled with a hoarse laugh. “You are so perfect, I still have no idea what did I do to deserve you.”

“Stop it.” Propping myself up, I glared at him sceptical. “You didn't have to do anything to deserve me, because you're already an wonderful person, Dylan. And I love you. God I love you more than I ever thought I'd love someone.”

“No more than I love you, baby.”

O’Brien planted a chaste kiss on my lips, smirking whilst doing so. I threaded my fingers in the dishevelled strands of his hair, pulling his face towards mine and depenning the fond action. I was far from done with him.

"What an insatiable girl!" Dylan teased, kissing the tip of my nose and hiding his face on the crook of neck, his hot tongue licking a stripe on my burning skin. "Are you ready for one more?"

"Oh Dyl pickle, did you really think one fuck would do the trick?”

“Shit, you dirty talking to me is indeed delicious.” His hands slided down my belly, only stopping when he reached the warm centre that was craving for his touch. “Oh, baby girl, you're going to break me.”

“Yeah, yeah, just do your job right.”  

Laughing, Dylan agreed with a nod, gluing his lips to mine again and I could tell that, from now on, he would never leave me needy again.

[kaepop-trash]

Black, White and Red

Rated: Smut, Angst

Pairing: JaehyunxReaderxYuta

Summary: The story of secrets, deceit and greed. Three characters with unlikely alliances and one common goal; power. Jaehyun is stuck between his own thirst for power and his need for the one thing that could take away everything. Yuta has ambition growing from an unlikely alliance and convinces himself to do anything to protect it. Between both of them is her, ambitious but with one weakness, she does all it takes for Jaehyun, even if it’s putting herself aside. But how long can she hold up her own fragile games?

(A/N): This is vastly unedited, but I’m starting college from tomorrow so idk how frequent updates will be.

Mini Masterlist

She was woken up from her nap by her phone vibrating under her pillow, she raised her head to pick up her phone. She stared in disbelief at Jaehyun’s name on her screen.

Come downstairs.

She huffed at the words and dropped her phone back on the bed, turning around to go back to sleep when her phone rang again.

Or I could come upstairs and you could explain to your roommate what I’m doing at your door.

She groaned into her pillow rather dramatically and sat up on her bed.

“You look horrible.” Jaehyun said leaning against his car. She came up and stood in front of him, wrapping her arms around herself to keep warm.

“Thanks. Did you have a point to this?” She asked with a sleepy groan, shivering slightly.

“We have to go for the party.” He said looking bored.

“I can go by myself Jaehyun.” She huffed and he scoffed.

“Mom asked me to bring you with me. I’m just listening to her, you don’t have to assume anything.” She looked up at him offended at his words.

“I’m not assuming anything!” She retaliated and he nodded.

“Okay then go get your things, let’s go. I’m going to go buy something to eat.” He didn’t give her a chance to respond.

“Oh and wear something warm.” He added walking away.

“Sit in the front, my suit is at the back.” Jaehyun said when she walked out of her building. She huffed in annoyance and he grinned. She went to open the back door, groaning when her hand slipped off.

“Unlock the door, I need to keep my dress straight.” He smiled and pressed on the key. She opened the door when she heard the beep and placed her things inside.

Jaehyun sat at the bar that was made on the lawn for an hour now, he was bored and (Y/N) still hadn’t come down. He realised he hadn’t seen her till his mother whisked her away when they entered.

“How’s School son?” He turned to see his dad standing over him.

“It’s good, after this break we have to go back and choose our specialisations.” He informed his father.

“Do you know what (Y/N) will choose?” Jaehyun looked up at his father with a confused expression.

“Why would I know? Ask her.” He scoffed and his father laughed.

“You should be nice Jaehyun, she hasn’t done anything wrong.” His father patted his shoulder lightly.

“I am nice, I drove her here didn’t I? She’s the one who won’t even look at me in front of other people.” Jaehyun grumbled to which his father sighed.

“When will you learn to use the resources around you?” He squeezed Jaehyun’s shoulder rather painfully before walking away, leaving Jaehyun confused about the meaning of his statement.

A maid came to Jaehyun after a while, informing him that his presence was required in the foyer. He nodded and made his way, sincerely hoping the night would come to an end as soon as possible.

When he entered the house his father gestured him towards a few people and he nodded and walked towards his direction.

“I was just telling Mr. Choi’s daughter about you. I was hoping you’d keep her company while I keep her dad busy with work.” Jaehyun nodded mechanically at his words but he wasn’t paying attention at all. His attention was fixated towards (Y/N). He was taken aback by the person standing in front of him, the white dress she wore made her look celestial, her hair was pinned up showing off her neck and the memory of the last time his lips were on it flowed into his brain, devouring his senses. Even if he wanted he couldn’t look away, when she noticed his gaze on her, her lips parted in a familiar way that didn’t help his state. They were both forced to look away when Jaehyun’s father said her name.

“(Y/N) come with me I want to make you meet Jaehyun’s cousin. He runs a consultancy firm, you’re still keen on financial law aren’t you?” She nodded with a courteous smile, glancing at Jaehyun once before walking away behind Mr. Jung.

She stood listening to the guy ramble on about how successful he was at such a young age. She forced on a smile and tried desperately not to roll her eyes, but he was making her efforts almost impossible to keep up.

“Have you ever been to Switzerland?” He said as she looked around the lawn trying to find anyone else to take her away from this.

She was considering her options, she had some pretty unsavoury responses in mind and while she was trying to be polite this guys was testing her patience.

“Listen bud-” She started with flared nostrils but both of them were distracted by a firm landing landing on the guy’s shoulder and a smooth voice.

“How have you been?” Jaehyun asked him with a polite smile, the guy looked confused at the interruption but nodded, telling him about recent events. She rolled her eyes at the repeat of the story she already heard, she bit her lip when Jaehyun turned her way, catching her in the act as he suppressed a smile threatening to show. Jaehyun listened attentively, nodding when appropriate and smiling when needed. She was slightly impressed by the way he looked genuinely stimulated by the conversation. She gazed over his form, the white suit he was in made him look almost ethereal, and the black shirt inside fit on his chest in a way that wasn’t so pure. She looked away from him to stop her mind from getting too ahead of itself. After a period he clearly deemed suitable, he interrupted the fifth anecdote with a curt cough.

“I feel like you and I will both lose out on this lovely evening if we keep chatting, let’s catch up properly someday. How about lunch?” The guy agreed. She focused back her attention on Jaehyun, annoyed that he was going to leave her in this incredibly boring situation.

But he turned to her with a mischievous glint in, looking at her like they were the only two people there.

“Would you honour me with a dance?” He asked her with the most gentle voice, it was polite but she sensed a sense of hesitation in it. Her lips parted slightly, conflicted about what to do. She turned to the guy once who was smiling curtly. She chewed on the inside of her lip and nodded, being brisked away without a second thought.

“You’re welcome.” He spoke close to her ear and she chuckled lightly, “He’s not the most pleasant conversationalist, but he’s a good guy.” He said and she looked at him with a small smirk.

“Are you selling your cousin to me Jaehyun?” She shot back the mischief in his voice. He turned to her with a smile that didn’t give anything away, pulling her into him so abruptly that she’d probably fall if he wasn’t holding her to securely.

“I’m actually pretty keen on keeping you to myself.” She looked away, unsure of a response. He just laughed and swayed her around to the music. They danced for two songs, she told herself it was only because she didn’t want to have to go back to his cousin and not because of how oddly pleasant his secure hand around her waist felt.

As the party almost died down she was all but desperate to make her escape from this horrifyingly dull person. She took a few turns and came to a spot hidden by trees, she looked around at the splendid spot in awe.

“My mother was rather obsessed with the idea of having a rose garden when I was in high school.” She gasped at the sudden voice, following it to find Jaehyun sitting on a marble bench.

“She never really came here, but it’s a pretty place.” He continued without turning to look at her. His jacket was slung over his shoulder and she could see from here that he had completely ruined his hair.

“Do you come here a lot?” She asked, still standing in her place. She heard a small chuckle and he got up from his place, walking towards her slowly.

“Not really, I’ve never had a reason to hide.” He shrugged.

“Then why are you here now?” She asked and he stopped in his tracks, staring at her with a peculiar expression.He extended his arm, offering the bottle of champagne to her. She looked at it once then back at him. He shrugged and bought it up to his lips.

“Let’s celebrate this great day.” He said and she sighed, brushing his words off as a drunken monologue.

“Can I use your phone to call a cab? Mine’s dead.” She asked and his furrowed furrowed.

“Did things go well with my cousin then?” Her mind burned at his words.

“I’m not staying.” She said, not being able to hide her irritation. He looked up at her with a serious gaze for a long moment before turning away to give a short laugh.

“You don’t have to do that, be all formal.” She raised a brow at him skeptically and he sighed.

“Did you not see how my father pimped us both out to a suitable candidate today? You’re practically family now,” He laughed bitterly, extended the bottle a second time. “So drink, let’s celebrate.” This time she took the bottle.

“Let’s go, the party is over. Your parents will be looking for us.” She said and he clicked his tongue.

“My father probably had one two glasses while discussing business and my mom is going to fall into her ambien induced sleep. No one is looking for us, you can do anything in this house now. Let’s run around the lawn, let’s swim.” She giggled at his words before she could help it, he grinned, satisfies he evoked a reaction out of her.

They stayed in a comfortable silence, suspended in the spot away from all the workers who had started to leave. The bottle was passed between them two more times but she kept it aside after. She could feel his gaze on her after a moment, his gaze was warm and it made her nervous. But she didn’t want to look back, if he was sneaking a glance she was okay with letting him get away with it tonight.

“Your lipstick is very nice.” He said after a longer moment. It was a simple compliment, her fingers ghosted over her scarlet lips. She nodded in acknowledgement.

“I want to ruin it.”

They stood at the base of the stairs, his hands in hers made her heart flip whenever she thought about it.

“This is a terrible idea.” She whispered, he just smiled and guided her towards his room.

Their footsteps echoed through the halls loudly, so loud that she was afraid of being caught. She squeezed his hand without realising. He stopped walking and faced her with deep questioning eyes. The idea that he might be reconsidering made her nervous.

“Do I bother you?” He searched.

“Very much.” She admitted with a nervous laugh.

“Do you despise me?” He frowned a little.

“Do you?” It was a valid inquiry.

“Quite the contrary.” His confession was effortless. Her small smile gave him his answer.

“Do you trust me?” He pried. Suddenly her heart drummed like it was thrown into an ultimatum.

“Yes.” Her voice didn’t hesitate. His eyes glowed for a moment, before he turned around and opened a door.

She lay awake a little after the sun came up, but Jaehyun’s hand over her bare back prevented much movement. She didn’t want to disturb his sleep, his face looked too serene as she breathes slowly, the hair on his face rustling slightly. After a long consideration she gave in and moved the hair away from his face. After a moment longer, she wiggled under his arm, considering making her escape without waking him.

She tried to slip away, his hand gripped her sides and pulled her closer, into his embrace. She gasped at the unexpected movement, keeping her face on the other side of his.

“Where are you going?” He mumbled with a gravelly voice.

“To my room.” She mumbled after a while, her face burning suddenly.

“Why?” He groaned and buried his face in her shoulder. She squirmed at the touch and he chuckled and did it again. She turned her face towards him, but only buried his face into her neck and she sighed in defeat, feeling his grin on her shoulder blade.

“I want to leave.” She lied. He lifted his head and looked at her, he chewed on the side on his lip.

“No.” He said firmly and she looked at him with disbelief.

“What do you mean no?” She huffed and he laughed again, slipping on top of her and holding her hostage with his weight, laughing when she whined. After a while, he lifting himself up on his arms and looked down at her. She blushed and looked away.

“Have breakfast with me?” He asked, her gaze fluttering back to his eyes.

“We’ll be having breakfast together anyway Jaehyun.” She stated and he clicked his tongue.

“Not with my parents, let’s go out. Let’s have breakfast while you tell me about university or about how much you hate politics.” He chortled at the last bit, she looked at him with furrowed brows, confusion and skepticism evident.

“Why?” She narrowed her eyes. He sighed dramatically and lay back on top of her, ignoring her protests. He placed a chaste kiss on her neck that made her stomach flip, then lifted his head back to look at her with a shy smile.

“I’m trying asking you ask you out on a date but you’re making things very difficult.

[lalalemon101]

Fallen Angel - Kim Taehyung

Pairing: Reader x Taehyung

Summary: Taehyung would fall to make sure you went to heaven.

Warning: Death

“Taehyung, don’t do this.” Jimin pleaded.

Jungkook grabbed my hand tightly. “Please, this once can’t you just listen?”

I shook my head, eyes focused on the white marble steps ahead of me. The gates at the top were glowing a brilliant white light where I knew God waited.

“There must be another way. You don’t have to leave us.” Hoseok’s strained voice floated to my ears as I heard him swoop down behind me next to Jimin.

There was a flutter of more wings and I heard the rest of our host fly in. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to prepare myself to confront my brothers. The brothers I had promised to fly with for the rest of eternity.

“Namjoon, make him stay.” Jimin addressed our leader with earnest.

“I can’t. I respect his autonomy and whatever choices he makes.” Namjoon spoke solemnly, but I could detect the sorrow in his voice.

Jungkook tightened his grip on my hand. “But there must be something else he can do to protect her. We can help.”

“We can’t.” Jin said softly.

“Why not?” Jimin cried. A silence fell over us. The question that they had been asking me constantly for the past day since they heard of my intentions. I knew that it was wrong of me to hide this from them, but having to confess the reason why made me feel like a failure.

“She committed suicide.” Yoongi finally spoke up. There was silence again, but this time the confusion was replaced with understanding. We hated losing a human to suicide. It made us feel powerless. When a human committed suicide, their soul was automatically sent to hell. This was God’s punishment for them taking their life into their own hands.

I took a deep breath and let it out before turning to face them. They stood in a circle, Jimin and Jungkook with tears brimming in their eyes, a few spilling out. Hoseok tried to keep his back, blinking rapidly. Yoongi and Jin stood somberly on either side of Namjoon, whose gaze made me remember the happiness we had shared so far as a host. Since our creation we worked as a unit to combat the sin and suffering that Lucifer had brought to people. It only took us about a century to hone our skills and fulfill the roles God had given us.

Namjoon naturally took the role as our leader and aided humans in achieving their goals. Yoongi, his right hand man, was in charge of communicating messages to chosen humans and generated their creativity in music, literature, and the arts. Jin helped humans foster healthy, loving relationships with each other and themselves. With his bright personality, Hoseok brought humans positivity and did his best to ward away negative energy. Jimin, the one I was closest to, protected the earth and its creatures, which was becoming more difficult as humans became greedier. Jungkook was in charge of healing humans and protecting them on their journey to Heaven. Finally there was me. I helped humans with forgiveness - themselves and others. My most recent human had fallen into a pit of depression and self-loathing and I had failed to help her move on from her disappointments and unload her grief. This hadn’t been my first loss to suicide, but something about her death had triggered a guilt that constantly occupied my thoughts.

“I hope you can forgive me for what I am about to do.” As hard as I tried to mask my emotions, my voice was hoarse, “But this is the only way I can save her.”

Namjoon nodded once. “Go Zadkiel, there is nothing to forgive. We will miss you and our love for you will never die.”

“Thank you, Michael.” I addressed Namjoon by his archangel name as he had used mine.

“We will be watching and protecting you.” Jin spoke.

I gave him an appreciative smile. “Thank you, Chamuel.”

“We all will.” Hoseok added.

“I’ll miss you, Uriel. I hope you bring me positivity during my struggles.” I looked over to see him force a smile and wipe a stray tear.

“Ariel, please don’t cry.” I asked Jimin, whose tears had not stopped.

“Pft, even if our eyes are dry our hearts will always call for you.” Yoongi spoke.

“Gabriel, for being the archangel of communication your words are always so sharp.” I gave him a bittersweet smile.

Finally, I turned to Jungkook. He had let go of my hand and was now staring at the ground. “Raphael, I hope you keep me safe on the fall down.”

“Jungkook.” He said, looking me in the eye. “When you leave me, you leave me as Taehyung and I as Jungkook. Those are the names we gave each other, not because God made us obligated to work together, but because we chose to.”

I nodded as I felt my resolve crumble. “I will miss you. All of you.”

We all huddled closer together, unfurling our wings and coming together as a host, one last time.

---

“Are you sure you want to do this, Zadkiel?” God asked.

I nodded. “Yes, my Lord.”

“And you understand the consequences of your choice? You will never be able to return and although you are human, you can never be with her.”

“Yes, my Lord. I understand and I am sure.”

I felt God’s heartache at my words and for the suffering he knew I had in store. “Very well. I banish you from Heaven, Archangel Zadkiel. In return for your sacrifice, your human will return and will not go to either Heaven or hell until she ends her life in happiness.”

“Thank you, Lord.” I bowed down and knelt my head, preparing myself for what was to come.

A sharp pain shot down my back as I lost my wings. I felt darkness and cold seep into my soul, and then I was out.

----

“You stupid, brat!” her mother screamed, throwing a plate at the girl crouched in fear in the corner of the room. “How dare you steal my money!”

I gritted my teeth as I watched the scene unfold from afar. Y/N hadn’t stolen anything. She had worked hard for that money, picking up extra shifts and enduring many sleepless nights to pay the rent for her sister and mother and provide food so that her younger sister didn’t starve. Although I had lost most of my powers after my fall, I still had a few. I focused my energy on persuading her mother to leave her alone.

“To think that I suffered so much to raise such an ungrateful bitch,” her mother spat before storming out the door of the house to the bar she frequented, leaving Y/N alone.

I grimaced at the harsh words, but knew that was the best I could do. I couldn’t change her mother into a good person but I could minimize her suffering. I could hear Y/N’s broken sobs as she curled into a ball and cried into her knees. In ten minutes she was wiping the last of her tears and cleaning up the shards of glass. Her sister would be home in an hour and the last thing she wanted was to expose her to this.

Y/N’s kindness was what drew me to her. Most humans would eventually crumble to sin and become cold hearted and cruel after suffering, but not Y/N. In her last life, she succumbed to her depression and committed suicide. I had failed my job as her guardian angel. When her father beat her mother a hair from death and then threatened to whore her off to pay for his alcohol addiction, she slit her wrists.

I had hoped that in her new life, she would suffer less since she had lived such a pure life before but it seemed that the devil had his eyes set on Y/N. Her mother in this life was an abusive alcoholic. Her father had been killed by the gang who her family now owned a copious amount of money to because of his gambling. She worked constantly while studying to provide for her mother, sister, and herself, only to be beaten when she didn’t have enough for her mother’s drinks.

It was 11pm and she was sitting alone on a park swing. The winter air had turned her cheeks and the tip of her nose a bright pink and her thin, worn coat did little to keep her warm but she couldn’t bear to be in the house. I took a deep breath as I approached her for the first time.

I sat in the swing next to her. She continued to gently sway back and forth, not paying me any mind. For a second I wondered if I was still invisible to her.

“I know I’m not supposed to talk to strangers, especially ones who have been staring at you for the past ten minutes from across the street but today I just don’t give a damn.”

I looked over to see Y/N was still staring up at the stars, shivering slightly with her hands deep in her pockets. I looked at her in shock.

“You noticed?”

She nodded, finally looking over at me. “It’s hard not to notice the only other person insane enough to be out in the middle of the night in winter.”

I couldn’t help the small smile that came to my face. I was glad that hardship had not squashed the sass she had displayed as a child. Even though she had called me creepy and insane, every word she said to me made me feel warmer inside.

“Well, I promised I’m not actually a creep. I’m just a bit lonely and looking for a friend.”

She cocked an eyebrow at me. “At 11pm outside in the dead of January?”

I shrugged.

“Well then, at least I can tell you’re honest since you didn’t promise that you’re sane.” She muttered.

I chuckled loudly at her comment. I looked over to see that she had started to smile too. “So  then tell me, why are you out here?”

She sighed and looked back up at the stars. “I didn’t want to be home. I was just out here thinking. What if I had been born in another life? One where I had a mother and father who loved me? One where I could be a normal teen? Did I do something so evil in my last life that I’m being punished now?”

Before I could stop myself, I had already spoken. “No, in fact you were just as kind hearted as you are now.”

She stopped swaying and turned her attention back on me. I could feel her apprehension and  felt that she would leave if I didn’t say something to cover up.

“I mean, that’s what I imagine. You don’t seem like an awful human being and I don’t think life is always so fair as to punish sinners and reward those who are good.” I attempted to explain, but felt like hope was lost.

She paused a moment before nodding. “If that’s the case, God must be cruel.”

“I don’t think so.” I said softly. “As corny as it sounds, God does give his strongest children the hardest life. He knows that they can handle it.”

She laughed bitterly. “In that case, God must think that I’m Wonder Woman.”

I sat with her for another hour in silence until the wind picked up and she could no longer stand the cold. I walked her home and wordlessly handed her a pair of thick gloves before walking away.

In the next months we grew closer. I would “run into her” whenever she had gone through a particularly rough ordeal and talked her through. She was getting better. Her mother was still a wreck and she was still bone tired, but I could tell that she was stronger now and hopeful of a positive change. Every time I saw her now I felt my heartbeat quicken and a smile spread across my face. Now when we ran into each other, my presence seemed to brighten her mood.

Finally, she was graduating high school and moving onto college. She was standing in the park again alone and I knew she was waiting for me to appear.

“Taehyung!” she waved me over and I jogged to her, one hand behind my back hiding the bouquet I had gotten her.

“Tada!” I revealed the dozen pink roses I had picked up less than an hour ago. “Congratulations on graduating!”

Her smiled grew as she took the bouquet gently in her hands and leaped towards me to engulf me in a tight hug.

“Thank you,” she whispered in my ear. “Without you, I don’t know if I would have survived the suffering I went through to get here.”

I squeezed her tighter, my chest filling with warmth at her words. “I didn’t do anything, this was your strength that carried you.”

She pulled back, a tear running down her cheek. She laughed as she wiped it away and looked up at me. Suddenly, there was a slight pink tinge to her cheeks and she tucked her hair behind her right ear, a nervous tick.

“Taehyung, I know this may be a bit odd for me to say,” she was avoiding my eyes and staring at the roses. “But I just wanted to say that I think I love you.”

I love you

It was with those words that I felt myself break out into a grin. I felt a rush of adrenaline after hearing her say those words, but before I could even repeat them to her, the roses had fallen out of her hands and she was on the ground, clutching her heart.

“Tae-” she gasped.

I crouched down, holding her in my arms. “Y/N, Y/N, what’s wrong?”

She continued to gasp for breath, but she was no longer able to speak.

“Y/N!” I shook her as her eyes rolled backwards. I lifted her in my arms and started to run. Which direction I don’t really know, but in the next ten minutes I was at a hospital.

It was too late. She had died of sudden heart failure. I felt like someone had ripped a hole in my chest and had taken my heart with it. I was now sitting on the swings where we first met, a single pink rose in hand. My tears fell slowly and so silently that it took me a minute to realize that I was crying. I looked up to the sky, since the only comfort I had was knowing that she had now gone to heaven. I could live the rest of my immortal life in peace.

--

It had been another twenty years of wandering the earth when I spotted her. I almost choked on the instant ramen I was scarfing down when I saw her across the store I was in. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She wasn’t supposed to be back. She had died happy. She was supposed to be in heaven.

She seemed out of breath and scared when suddenly I saw the group of men running behind her. Before I could stop myself, I was running out of the store and grabbing her hand. She must have been too scared or desperate to put up a fight. I ran us for another five blocks, weaving in between buildings and different roads to lose them.

“You know, you shouldn’t just trust any stranger.” I gasped as we finally came to a stop.

She let out a laugh, bent over in exhaustion. “Well I knew standing still and letting them catch me would possibly be the worst thing that could happen. Also, something about you felt trustworthy, like a saving grace.”

I ignored the last part of her sentence as I introduced myself. “Name’s Taehyung.”

She looked up at me, straightening her back and holding out her hand. “Y/N.”

The blood drained from my face. This couldn’t be.

“Hey, you alright? You look like you saw a ghost.” She looked over her shoulder and looked back at me in confusion.

“Oh, um no. You just reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago.” I sputtered. “Do you mind me asking how old you are?”

She raised an eyebrow but humored my question. “20 years old.”

No. This had to be some twisted coincidence.

Just to make sure, I asked another question.  “And were you born on May 28, 1997?”

She backed up, her hands held up in defense. “How did you know that?”

I couldn’t help myself from punching the wall. God damnit. I had failed. She hadn’t died happy. I shook my head and took a deep breath. A few seconds later I let it out and saw that she was still standing there, albeit looking terrified.

“Lucky guess.” I examined my scratched hand and faced her now. “Anyway, who were you running from?”

She stayed silent so I kept talking. “Sorry if I freaked you out, but I promise I don’t mean you any harm. You just reminded me of someone I loved and that was their birthday too.”

“Oh,” she put her hands down. “That’s odd.”

“Tell me about it,” I mumbled. “Anyway, back to my question. Who were you running from and why?”

She sighed as she slid down the wall in defeat. “My dad has a gambling problem and those were the loan sharks who are after the money he owes them.”

She was suffering in this life too.

“Don’t worry about it, I can help you. Get up.”  I put my hands in my hoodie pocket and started walking down the street. I paused when I noticed she was standing, but hadn’t moved.

“And why would I trust you?” She asked, arms crossed against her chest.

“I told you, you remind me of someone I love and they went through similar shit. The least I could do is help someone when I can.”

Thankfully this life had been a bit easier for her. Her mother had tried to protect her, but when she died of cancer earlier this year and her dad found her, it was all downhill. After I dealt with the loan sharks, she pestered me until I allowed her to pay me back the money by working for me.

By now, I owned a small business specializing in custom prints. She would come by every day after her classes at university to manage the paperwork and occasionally help with prints. Every night at 10 pm we locked up together and I walked her to her home here she would cook us both ramen.

A year later we were celebrating a large deal I had just gotten with a growing shoe brand. She had long since paid off the debt and I had hired her for my finances since she had graduated. The table was littered with the bottles of soju we had finished and she was laughing at my story of how Jungkook and I had accidentally escorted a pimp and drug lord to heaven instead of hell when we mixed him up for his twin brother, the leader of a human rights organization. Granted. Instead of heaven and hell, I told her it was an award ceremony for his work as a humanitarian aid.

“I’m so glad I met you, Tae.” Y/N said after she had finished giggling.

Her cheeks were rosy pink from the alcohol and there was a joyous shimmer in her eyes.

“I’m glad I met you too, Y/N.” I smiled back at her.

She shook her head. “No, I’m really glad. You helped me out and put me back on my feet. You’ve been so kind and supportive.”

I scoffed. “You give me too much credit.”

“No really, thank you,” she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she looked straight into my eyes. “I haven’t said this to anyone before other than family. I love you, Tae.”

I love you.

Time seemed to slow down as she started coughing. I was frozen in fear as I flashbacked to the last time she died in my arms. Not again. No. Why? I was dialing 911, supporting her in my arms as she continued to cough, her face turning slightly blue.

By the time they got there, it was too late. Anaphylaxis. One of the bottles of soju we had contained an artificial flavoring that she was apparently deathly allergic to. I found myself staring up at her apartment. The lights were still on but I knew no one was there. I felt hollow as I trudged away. Again, I felt that my heart had been given to me only to be ripped away again.

--

Nineteen years later I was ordering coffee when I noticed the barista looked familiar. The sadness in her eyes and the dark circles under them looked far too familiar as well. This time she was in an abusive relationship with her boyfriend. He beat her and took advantage of her. She was powerless to him as his father employed hers and her family of five depended on her father’s job to survive.

Once again I helped her escape. With what little powers I had, her boyfriend’s father coincidentally walked in on his son abusing Y/N. He was disowned and her father was promoted. I helped her recover psychologically and physically from the long years of abuse.

“Taehyung, thanks for sticking by my side through all of this.” She said as we walked hand in hand down the street, the lights casting a soft yellow glow.

She had invited me to dinner with her family, who was celebrating her father’s promotion and their move to a better neighborhood. Throughout the dinner I could see the sparkle returned to her eyes and the happiness she now radiated.

“Don’t thank me. It was the right thing to do.” I shrugged.

She suddenly wrapped her arms around me. “Thank you, Taehyung. I didn’t think that after all that I went through, I could be as happy as I am now and feel the way that I do.”

I looked down at her curiously. She giggled as she let me go and took a step back. She took a deep breath and let it out, looking up at me, eyes sparkling.

“I love you, Tae-”

“No!” I wanted to shout, but before she could even finish saying my name she was collapsing into my arms.

--

“Namjoon! Michael!” I shouted into the church. I hoped that he would come and answer my questions. I was losing hope after having shouted and prayed for a solid hour with no response when I heard a familiar flutter of wings.

“Taehyung.” I turned to see Namjoon standing in his all white garbs.

“What’s going on, Namjoon? Why does she keep suddenly dying and coming back?” I asked, running my hand through my hair. “She died happy, didn’t she? But why did she come back? And why does she keep dying so suddenly when she’s finally happy?”

Namjoon gave me a look of pity. “Taehyung.”

“What?” I shouted. I had been going crazy for the past week trying to make sense of this.

“Taehyung, she dies suddenly because she loves you.” Namjoon said softly.

“What? This is my fault?” I whispered.

Namjoon nodded slowly. “A human can never live a fulfilling life once they fall in love with an angel, fallen or not. Especially since you fell so that she could die with a happy life, she dies and is reincarnated again because falling in love with you instantly prevents her from ever truly being happy.”

I felt like I was falling apart. This was my fault. She had to suffer so many times because of me? Namjoon seemed to know my thoughts as he gave me a sympathetic pat before turning to fly back to Heaven.

Y/N was right. God is cruel.

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The next time I saw her, I kept my distance. She was an orphan, adopted by a woman who used her for her child support checks. With the small bit of persuasion power I had left, Y/N was able to avoid almost all physical abuse. Although she was once busting her ass to support herself, she graduated and escaped her mother. She went to university and became a doctor. She met a boy. He treated her like a queen. On their wedding day she was radiant. From the way she smiled and laughed, you would never know the hell she’d been through to be standing there now. Her children were adorable. Her daughter had the same fire she did in her second life and her son had the wild streak from her third, and they both had her kind heart. When she was finally 80, she got cancer. I knew that I was taking a risk, but I persuaded her family to leave the room to get lunch when I could tell she was nearing her end.

I slipped into the room silently. Slowly, I sat in the chair perched next to her hospital bed. Even though she was old and gray, I still saw the young girl I had fallen in love with all those years ago. The girl who fought, loved, and endured. Her breaths were steady but laboured as she slept.

“Y/N,” I whispered. “I’m so glad to see that you’re finally happy. I’m so sorry that my greed led to so much of your suffering. But I guess it was your kindness and strength during those times of suffering that drew me to you, that made me want to help you and made me fall in love with you. I know you’ll be going to heaven now. I know Jungkook will make sure you make it up there safely. When you get there, say hi to the boys for me. I miss them a lot and I’m sure they’ll want to meet the humen who I fell for.”

A tear fell onto the linoleum floors of the hospital and suddenly I heard a shaky breath.

“Taehyung?” I looked up to see Y/N gazing at me.

I was frozen in fear. Had I just messed everything up?

“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me,” she tsked, “Is that how you treat your elders?”

I was still frozen in fear. “You remember?”

She blinked slowly and smiled, “Of course. Thank you. Really. I’m sorry that you don’t have your wings anymore.”

I smiled back. My chest was filled with the familiar warmth again. “I don’t miss them so much anymore.”

“And I see they didn’t teach you not to lie to your elders either, did they?” she laughed weakly.

“Oh we did, he just never cared much for the rules.” A deep voice responded from across the room.

“Namjoon!” I looked to see him smiling in the corner, the rest of the boys with him. “Why are you all here?”

“We’re here to escort her up,” Jungkook said softly. He looked to Y/N and held out his hand. “Are you ready?”

She nodded weakly and I saw as her soul drifted out. She was no longer the old woman, but the young fiery girl standing in front of us. She walked over to me and gave me one last hug.

“Thank you, Taehyung. I love you.”

I held my breath, but smiled as I saw her soul remaining and not whisked away to be reborn.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

With that, she squeezed my hand one last time and walked over to Jungkook, who took her hand and started her flight up. One by one the boys followed, leaving me and Namjoon alone in the room.

“Namjoon!” I shouted as he was about to take off.

He paused and looked back at me.

“Can you tell God I’m sorry for accusing him of being cruel?”

He gave me a smile and nodded.

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keep it. | m

➵ characters: g-dragon x reader

➵ genre: smut

➵ wc: 5140

➵ summary: jiyong shows up with a new hair colour and you’re happy. really happy.

➵ author’s note:this came purely from the weakness i felt when jiyong coloured his hair black after the fxxk it promotions. something about it every time he does has me putty. and this is my first post after at least four months. wow i’m really terrible, if you guys hate me now i don’t blame. but i hope this makes you hate me less. enjoy!

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➵ disclaimer 

JiJi: You’re not at the studio anymore. Where did you go?

You: YG called me in to his office.

JiJi: Is everything okay?

You: Yeah, everything’s fine. Give me a couple more minutes.

From behind you, the door to Hyunsuk’s office creaked open as he entered the room once more after having taken an important call. You scurried to return your phone in your bag just beneath you, watching the man go around his large desk and settle in his seat.

“Sorry about that. So,” he sighed. “Will you be able to just keep Chaerin company on her US tour? You know, just so that she has someone there with her that she trusts.”

“Of course. She’ll be safe with me,” you smiled enthusiastically.

“Great. We’re still deciding on dates, but it’ll be within the next two or three months. We’ll keep you posted.”

You smiled again, nodding respectfully. As Hyunsuk rose from his seat, you quickly followed suit. You said your farewell, ensuring him once more that Chaerin is in secure hands.

“Oh, by any chance, are you going to see Jiyong?”

“Um,” you chuckled nervously, “yes, I believe so.”

“Do tell him he still owes me a dinner for losing that bet… he’ll know what I’m talking about.”

“Yes… sir, I will.”

With one last polite goodbye, you left Hyunsuk be in his office and back to his work. The journey from the grand office back to the floor where most studios were did not take that long, taking just a minute or two to arrive at your destination. You had expected Jiyong to already be there, either waiting for you or deep into his work, but the studio was just as you had left it, empty.

You plonked your bag on the spacious leather in the corner of the room, sitting beside it, allowing one leg to cross over the other. A long sigh was exuded before you let your head fall back onto the sofa’s top, closing your eyes, relishing in the silence. However, it was short lived, as you heard the glass door you had closed reopen, hearing a familiar voice.

“Hmph, that didn’t take long,” Jiyong commented.

“It wasn’t supposed to,” your eyes remained closed. “And YG said something about a bet?” Your head was lifted so you sat up straight, and even though your eyes were now open they still faced downwards to your lap. “That you still owe him dinner?”

“Ha, he’s still going on about that?” he chuckled. “Soon.”

“He called me to ask to go on tour with Chaerin,” your head snapped up. “You know, just to— “

Your facial expression which was once aloof and calm was now very much alert, with surprise becoming the new emotion, and it rendered you speechless.

Jiyong waited for you to complete your sentence, but when you didn’t he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “Just to what?”

“You coloured your hair?”

“That’s where you went?” you asked.

“Oh!” Jiyong yelped, as if he had forgotten to tell you that important piece of information earlier. “Yeah, I went that woman I told you colours my hair. But I didn’t take long because it’s just back to black.” Still, you didn’t speak. “What, did you like the green better?” he asked with a smirk.

“No, no, no, it’s not that, it’s…” you popped your tongue, “I guess I just didn’t see that coming. It looks good.”

It looked really good. It was no secret that Jiyong was one to not only experiment with different haircuts and styles, but also colours, to the point that when he’d inform you of a new colour he’d been contemplating, no suggestion would shock you. It had been several months now that Jiyong had felt like experimenting with every colour within the rainbow, so long that you had almost forgotten how he looked with his natural hair colour. Just how hot he looked with black hair. You almost had to bite your cheeks to hide just how happy you were.

“So, do you know when the tour will start?” he asked.

“N-no word on it yet, but soon. A couple of months or so…” you now spoke so lowly you were almost inaudible.

Jiyong saw the bag that was next to you, getting a hold of it to shove it slightly, providing him enough space to sit beside you. “Just as I get some time off, YG already wants to take you away from me,” he joked. You almost squealed at how cute you found Jiyong’s statement, when you would usually find it incredibly cheesy.  Using your hand to cover your mouth, you hid the grin that innately formed over your face, feeling a shallow heat growing beneath your skin.

Jiyong noted how easily flushed you had become. “What?” he grinned himself. “You’d miss me too, wouldn’t you?”

Now you really couldn’t help it, and you let a giggle escape as your heart began to flutter. Oh God, what’s wrong with me, you questioned yourself, feeling as if you had returned to that honeymoon phase which you believed was long and gone. But this was to show that even the minimal things that Jiyong did, things he did out of his own pure nature, would still have you mesmerised and feeling like a young school girl again.

“You would, wouldn’t you?” he scooted closer to you, having his face nozzle into your neck while his arms wrapped from the side of your waist.

“Well of course I would,” you replied, the grin still very much present. “I’d be crazy not to.”

With Jiyong now being practically glued to you, the freshly coloured and washed hair invaded your senses in the best way possible, feeling its softness against your bare neck as its scent travelled to your nose, smelling like some really fucking expensive shampoo and conditioner. The clean aroma alongside his cologne and natural scent all blended perfectly, inducing your own arms to travel over and around his shoulder and neck.

“Then I’d be crazy to let you go,” he whispered as his head was lifted to have him face you, merely a few centimetres away from your face. “You’re far too precious.”

“Okay, Jesus,” you laughed, this time mockingly, “you must have had a shit-ton of sugar for breakfast for you to be this sweet.”

He scoffed sarcastically. “I can be cute sometimes,” he said, “you just don’t know when it’ll be coming.”

One scruffy strand of hair spontaneously fell over Jiyong’s forehead, and your promptly moved to nudge his hair back into place, taking the time to comb his hair gently, holding yourself back from playing with it too much.

You had fallen into your own little world, absorbed in the admiration, that you hadn’t even realised that Jiyong was speaking once more. “Huh? What did you say?”

“I said, can we go home a little earlier today?”

“Sure, of course.”

You tried to make the ride home the least amount painful for you by paying little attention to Jiyong, not engaging in much conversation, and when he would talk you’d only respond with one worded answers. Though Jiyong narrowed his eyes at your new cold approach, he decided to dwell on it too much once you arrived home.

You both changed into more comfortable clothing, and you instantly dashed to the kitchen to start preparing a meal. You only went as far as putting some water to boil before Jiyong entered the kitchen. At first, he rested against the counter in front of you, examining you.

Though your back was to him, you could feel his eyes scanning you. So, you turned, leaning up against your counter.

“Baby, are you alright?” Jiyong tilted his head up, still looking at you.

“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?” you tried to be as convincing as you could be, but feeling as if you had failed to do so.

“I don’t know, it’s just that ever since this afternoon, after that meeting with YG, you’ve been a bit—“

“Oh no, it’s nothing to do with the meeting, seriously! Everything went fine, I promise.”

“So, if it’s not that, then it’s something else…” he stated, but you didn’t follow it up. Therefore, he continued, “so what is it then?”

Jiyong was now slowly making his way towards you, and because your back was already up against the counter, you did not have anywhere else to move to. Instead you kept calm and collected as he got closer and closer, folding your arms before he reached you.

“You’re not getting shy on me now, are you?” he said lowly with a slight smile, placing his hands on each side of your body on the counter. His face leaned in close enough so he could peer into your eyes, trying to read you. “Did I do anything to get you mad?”

“N-no…” you replied.

“Then…” he removed his left hand from the marble surface to place it underneath your top near the small of your back, the cold contact causing you to shiver, but still he pulled you into him. “What could it be that’s gotten you so…”, he bit his lower lip, “hot and bothered?”

Before you could even think about your next move, Jiyong had already dipped his lips onto your neck, placing them perfectly over that sweet pressure point he knew would get you weak. You gasped, uncrossing your arms to find something for your fingers to grasp on, finding the hem of his black tank top, moving past it to find his skin, having your nails lightly scratch it.

Jiyong began to use his wet tongue to probe at the same spot, making your lips part as you choked out a moan. He took the initiative to drive his crotch into yours, having your bodies completely connected. Jiyong himself hissed at the new form of contact before continuing.

“Jesus, Jiyong…” you exhaled.

“Tell me, baby,” he sighed. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“There’s—fuck—there’s nothing wrong.”

As much as it pained him to do so, he unlatched himself to face you once again, and by how you winced, he knew he’d gotten you trembling. “Then what’s up?”

“It—It’s your hair.”

Jiyong’s facial expression dropped disappointingly. “You said you liked it…”

“I do, that’s precisely it.” You felt somewhat embarrassed. “I guess I like it too much.”

Jiyong smirked. “So, my hair’s got you weak?”

“Damn, when you put it like that…”

“If I knew all I had to do was have it black again to get you wet, I would have done it a lot sooner,” he was now teasing you, to which your mouth gaped and playfully shove him at the shoulder. He laughed.

“I’ll keep my mouth shut next time then.”

“We both know you won’t. Clearly you can’t resist me. But we both know I can’t resist you either.”

“So I’m not the only one that’s hot and bothered.”

You pulled Jiyong close to you once more by his waist, and this time planting your own lips over his, which he gladly reciprocated. Both curves on your lips quickly faded as it did not take long for the kiss to grow in passion, migrating your hands to his neck to deepen the kiss. Jiyong’s hands returned to your back, giving it the same treatment as you previously had done to his own skin.

This time you didn’t fight the temptation you had to run your fingers through his hair, gently grazing his scalp with your fingertips, making him hum pleasurably into your mouth. “I’m gonna have you pulling on my hair soon enough.”

“You’re gonna do me like that?” you challenged him.

“You know I will.”

The party had to be moved from the kitchen to the bedroom, and you two hurried to it not wanting to waste any time. Jiyong took control instantly, having you lay on the dishevelled bed so he could hover over you and between your parted legs, your clothed crotched connected once more.

Also, Jiyong’s tongue and lips had returned to your neck, the spot just as sensitive as it was before. This time, with the element of Jiyong now grinding down onto you, your moans were now free, your fingers still clawing at his neck and scalp. Jiyong’s hums would cause your skin to shiver, causing you to buck your hips upwards and further into him.

Your fingers briefly left its desired position of his hair to grab onto your own top, giving Jiyong a break to pull it over your head, having your chest and torso become exposed. With this new visible skin, Jiyong distributed his kisses across your neck and collarbone, going down the centre of your chest, before moving left to land his tongue on the plushness of your right breast, never stopping until he reached your already erect nipple. He enclosed his mouth over your breast, with his wet tongue slowly flickering over the hardness of your nipple. He knew that this would get you fifty time wetter than what you already were, and to help it, his free hand massaged your left breast, drawing circles over the left nipple.

“Oh, fuck!” you screwed your eyes shut before exhaling a shaky breath, relishing in the pleasure Jiyong was providing. He swapped to now have his mouth on your left breast, moulding your right one. Your head fell deeper into the pillow, allowing your moans to flow freely.

Your voice was music to his ears and he only intended to get you screaming. To do so, his mouth continued to travel south, placing fall kisses on your stomach until he reached your belly button, where his hands gripped onto your shorts and panties, pulling them both down your legs all at once, discarding them somewhere on the bedroom floor.

Jiyong skimmed his hands underneath your thighs, having you raise them until he could hook his hands underneath your knees, pushing your legs back as far as he could. A few more kisses were stowed upon your torso before the inside of your thighs, getting closer and closer to your now dripping core, glistening before him.

He licked his lips as you looked on in anticipation, but you didn’t have to wait long before a long stripe of his tongue was placed over your folds, starting from your entrance all the way up to your clit, causing your legs to jolt and you to hiss. You held in your breath until you felt his tongue slowly circulating over your clit, exhaling a deep moan. You fought against your hips wanting to grind into Jiyong’s mouth that was still only teasing you, and seeing that struggle, Jiyong moved his hand so he could hook his arms over your thighs, acting like a vice.

“Ji-Jiyong!” you stuttered as you felt clamped underneath his hold, allowing him to run his tongue over your clit at a faster pace. This whole time your hands were kept up and beside your head, but as if innately, they moved downwards and onto Jiyong’s hair once again, at first just placing a light hand on his head.

You noticed that Jiyong’s arms had loosened up slightly as he placed most of his attention on his tongue over your clit, making you free to delicately grind your hips into Jiyong’s mouth. When he realised you began to do this, he left his tongue long, flat and still, allowing you to move against him as you wished.

To keep him exactly where you wanted him, the fingers of your right hand increased the grip you had on his hair, while the other hand held onto the sheets beneath you.

“Shit, shit!” you chanted in the midst of groans, moving your hips fast enough to have your legs begin to shake. “Fuck!”

Jiyong’s tongue commenced to move again, so it was friction working against friction, heightening your pleasure. It had reached a point that the responses your body exuded were no longer under your control, so Jiyong clamped you down as previously, working his mouth and jaw harder than ever before, determined to get you over.

And he was close in doing so. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Only half a second after your statement, your back arched immediately, fingers completely enclosing over his hair and your voice was shaken. Your orgasm pulsed through you as Jiyong’s licks decreased in intensity, bringing you down from your high slowly.

When your body had recovered, the hold on Jiyong’s hair loosened and you realised how tightly you held onto it, wondering if you hurt him at all.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” you said apologetically, to which Jiyong chuckled.

“It’s fine, baby,” he said, kissing up past your pelvic bones, on your stomach and chest, until he reached your face. “You know I like it when you pull my hair.”

You reminded yourself of the fact, and giggled lightly. “Let me do something for you now.”

He pecked your lips one time before he allowed you to push him onto the bed by his shoulders, wasting no time in discarding the tank top he wore. Eagerly, you place a few tender kisses on his neck before shifting down his body to his happy trail, dragging a soft and long finger nail down his torso.

Beneath is slack bottoms and boxers, with a firm enough you slid out his almost hardened cock, all while allowing him to grab the garments from their waistbands, pulling them only half way down his thighs. You caught his attention with a sultry gaze, your right hand maintaining the hold on his member, but barely creating any motion.

Jiyong licked his lower lip before biting on it, possibly hard enough to draw blood. He was looking back at you through heavy lids, trying hiss best not to fidget. When you sensed his desperation through his body language, that was when your hand finally began to move.

He gasped loudly, exhaling a satisfying moan. “Oh fuck,” he panted. “Baby, make it wet for me.”

You lowly chuckled at the request, knowing exactly what he was trying to suggest. Therefore, you shifted your lower body into a more comfortable position between his legs, having him spread them a little farther. Your left hand was now occupied at the base, massaging the shaft all the way down to his balls, as your right hand was always close to the tip.

Lowering your head, once your tongue was dampened enough, you snaked it out to flatly lap at the underside of the tip, and continued to lower your mouth until the head of his cock was completely in your mouth. Instantly, his body jittered beneath you, his hands flying to the bedsheets to grab onto them. In awe his jaw slacked, much like your own as you kept taking him into your mouth until you reached your limit. As your mouth retreated around him, soaking his cock with your saliva, Jiyong groaned loudly in contentment, grinning at the sight.

“Is that wet enough for you?” you teased him, stroking him with at a considerable pace.

“Shit, I—I think it could be just a bit more—Oh fuck!” Before Jiyong could finish his sentence, your mouth had already descended upon him, resuming the same suction motion, but faster and never releasing him. His breath became shaken, and his eyes were shut tightly. Your hands worked with your mouth, moving up and down, concentrating on keeping a consistent speed.

Jiyong would occasionally hiss curses and moan to the same rhythm as you, as his chest heaved inhaling sharply.

“[Y/N], fuck, you’re so good,” he praised you. “Baby, you’re so fucking good.”

The compliment caused you to moan yourself, making your lips vibrate around him, adding a little something extra to what you were doing, and Jiyong was on the verge of a whimper. If you could smirk devilishly, you would have done.

Overtime, a tang of saltiness developed as the taste of Jiyong, and you knew that his precum now entering your mouth meant he was close. You knew he wasn’t one to always want to cum through head; not that he was against it or anything, just that he’d much rather reach an orgasm by fucking you almost senseless.

“Shit, baby,” he still panted. You looked up at him, tongue and mouth still at work with an eyebrow raised. “I might cum soon.”

And so, you slowed down, but looked somewhat disappointed. “But I want you to.”

You glided a softer tongue along the side of shaft before removing your mouth completely and getting onto your knees. Jiyong, whose breathing was now more manageable, sat up to have his face close to yours.

He placed a thumb on the corner of your mouth, swiping the bead of saliva into your mouth, and your lips enclosed over them, giving it the same treatment as you did his cock not two seconds ago. You felt his other hand sneak over your shoulder and to the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer to him.

“I’d rather fuck it out of both of us,” he was able to whisper, but you still heard him loud and clear. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

You pulled on him wrist to remove him thumb from your mouth before you nodded with a “mmhmm.” Jiyong growled pleasingly at your response, pulling you again into him one last time to place a rough kiss over your lips, holding you by your nape and jaw.

“On your stomach, baby,” was his straightforward order. But before doing so, with your hands upon his neck and shoulder, you stole a couple more pecks of his lips, eventually letting go of him to allow your back to fall back onto the bed, never breaking eye contact.

He too continued to gaze at you as his body followed yours, licking his lips tantalisingly in the process. With one swift motion, turning yourself onto your abdomen, your back was now to Jiyong’s chest, and he took the opportunity to leave a trail of fluttering kisses from the nape of your neck slowly down to the midpoint of your back.

With a firm grip, you were held by your waist, raising you onto your knees your crotch of the bed at first just slightly, as Jiyong created the perfect angle, for both you and him, with your body, forming a deep enough arch of your back while still maintaining your shoulders and chest on the mattress. In the end, you were impeccably positioned, with your ass cheeks elevated and legs spread apart just enough Jiyong.

His hands would graze the plumpness of your flesh down the back of your thighs to then trace his fingers on the inside of them, generating a timid but enticing shiver down your spine. Your hands remained on the side of your head, palms face down towards the mattress, fingers toying with the fabric of the sheet as you patiently waited for his next move.

Within a few moments, a slight pressure was felt against your folds as Jiyong started to tease you with just his tip, collecting enough lubrication from your entrance to rub himself against your clit. Your breath was caught upon your sensitive clit being pleasured again, the action also making Jiyong sigh longingly.

Your frustrated whines were somewhat audible, as you fought with your urge to push your ass back onto Jiyong, instead having to bite the inside of your cheek. But the whines did not go unheard; a low groan within Jiyong was emitted before the tip of his cock slid up from your clit to your core, letting it be gradually engulfed by your heat.

“Ah—fuck,” he cursed inwardly, roughly placing both palms on your cheeks to push them up and apart, in order to get a clear view as your pussy sucked him in. “Holy shit, [Y/N].”

The words you attempted to form would not make their way out of your mouth, too engrossed in the feeling of having your walls stretched, inch by inch, with only ragged breaths and groans exuding from your lips. To have Jiyong be completely in you, that last push of your lower body was needed, taking him surprised and causing him to choke.

“Oh shit—[Y/N], baby,” he breathed heavily with a slight chuckle, “if you do that again, I won’t last longer than two minutes.”

“Jesus, Jiyong,” you exasperated as you drew yourself from him, “how much longer do I have to wait?”

As you completed the question, you slammed your hips back onto Jiyong, once again catching him off guard. “Fuck!” came out of his mouth, half in annoyance, half in pleasurable pain. Therefore, to take charge, his hand shifted from your ass to your waist, resuming the firm grip, making you and your body at the complete mercy of Jiyong. To try and budge would be pointless.

However, the teasing would not continue for much longer as, from the get-go, a considerable pace was set, enough you have your breath catch in your throat and Jiyong to hold back his moans by biting on his lower lip. The strokes provided a familiar stretch, but it was so snug that every inch on you was attended to, including that pleasure point within you that was hit with every wave of Jiyong’s hips.

“Goddamn it,” you groaned, sighing in pure bliss. From above you, you could also hear low moans from Jiyong and a few sharp hisses. The grip on your hips loosened so the fluidity of his strokes could improve, administering them in swifter and faster manner.

“Just how you stay so tight, Jesus Christ,” he exhaled, moving his hands to your ass cheeks again. “Is this what you wanted, baby?”

With the little strength you had leftover, you picked yourself slightly off the bed with the palms of your hands before giving Jiyong an answer. But before you could do so, you felt one of his hands making its way up your neck with his fingers raking the strands of hair on the back of your head. Closing his fingers enough, Jiyong was able to smoothly pull you by your hair, still doing his best not too hurt you, all while keeping a hand on the small of your back.

Though you yelp at the action, when you felt his breath and lips on the side of your neck, you released a trembling breath. The speed of his hips never faltered, and it made you even weaker.

“You wanted me to fuck you the second you saw me today,” Jiyong taunted you into your ear in the midst of moans. “Did you want me that badly?”

Jiyong’s deeper than usual voice close to your ear, his breath tickling your neck, the skin to skin contact of his chest to your back, how he was pummelling into you in all the right ways… it was all too much for you. “Oh, God, yes!”

“Do you still want me?” he now growled.

“Fuck, Jiyong, yes! I still want you!”

“Do you wanna cum?”

That last question sent an unexpected thrill through your body and straight to your core, and your walls started contracting around him immediately. The pressure around his cock made Jiyong whimper, he himself was succumbing to the pleasure your pussy created him.

“Do you wanna cum, [Y/N]?” he asked again, this time more desperately.

“Yes, I wanna cum!” you responded just as desperate. “Fuck, I’m so close!”

Jiyong thought quickly to migrate the hand he had on your back to the front of your body, dipping his fingers between your slick folds, circling his fingers over your clit.

You let out a cry as you felt your legs become jelly, as you were on the verge of the biggest orgasm you’ve had in a while. Jiyong worked to keep his hips working against you steady, even if he himself was close to collapsing into an orgasm.

“I’m cumming! Jiyong!”

Your orgasm overcame your whole body, from your head to your toes, with euphoria spreading through you as your sensations tingled in the most pleasurable way possible. Your body would not remain still as it sputtered, your peak still ripping through you. No more sound was heard from you until a long and broken moan, fighting to regain your breath.

The way your walls pulsated around Jiyong’s cock as you orgasmed gave him that last push he needed, but before reaching his peak, he released your hair slowly to let you fall delicately back onto the bed, and slammed his hips into you twice more.

“Fuck, [Y/N]!” He pulled out with milliseconds to spare, to then get a hand of his solid member, pumping it once before his hot liquid shot out of his tip and onto your ass cheeks and lower back, groaning and moaning all the way through as he pumped himself completely dry, leaving a cloudy white puddle on your sticky skin.

Weak he stayed on his knees as his trembling body became still again after a few moments, retrieving enough energy to move off the bed and into the bathroom. From the stack of small towers on the side of his side of the counter, he grabbed one to dampen a corner of it with warm water, bringing it with him back into the bedroom.

You stayed in the same slumped and limp position the whole time, making Jiyong chuckle to himself. He sat on the bed beside you, quickly but gently cleaning you, using the dry part of the towel to pat your skin dry. Exhausted as he was, he didn’t feel like leaving the bed once more; the basket he knew you used for the following day’s laundry was within enough distance from him to throw the towel like a basketball, getting it in the first time around.

Grabbing the covers at the feet of the bed, he pulled the duvet over you and him, lying down on his pillow with a large exhale. He turned to face you, to see your eyes closed, thinking you were sound asleep. Jiyong smiled to himself, taking his lips to peck you on the temple.

“I like your hair black…” you mumbled, eyes still closed. “It suits you. Keep it.”

He retreated to his pillow. “You like it that much?” He peered up to look at the strands that fell over his forehead, shuffling them with his fingers.

“If what just happened proved anything, is that I really do like it that much.”

Jiyong laughed. “If it means I get a repeat of what just happened,” he scooted closer to your body, turning so he could pull you in closer to him, to which you happily followed, “then I’ll keep I will keep it.”

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Have More Faith in Me Than I Do by casinthongs

It's nearly midnight. Tomorrow morning is the day Yuuri has to give his speech in front of the entire class. He's not prepared at all. He can't do it. He can't. He can't.

Fortunately, Viktor thinks differently.

carry on, darling, we were built to last by karasunotsubasa

drabbles, drabbles, and even more drabbles dedicated to fam on ice

Untitled by skatinggays

5+1 Drabble by actualyuuri

1K TO 5K

Wanted: Skating Lessons by slightlied

Wanted: Skating Lessons

Hi. I am Victor and I need to learn how to skate before Saturday. My parents have been paying for me to get skating lessons every week for the last fifteen years but I never actually attended any of the lessons and I spent the money on marble busts instead. Now they want me to perform to ‘Stammi Vicino’ at their wedding anniversary on Saturday.

If you can teach me, be here at Ice Castle tomorrow at 7:27am with an extra pair of skates. I am a fast learner (well, at least my dog Makkachin is–it took me only two weeks to teach him how to roll over) so I am pretty sure I will pick it up quickly. In return, I can teach you how to say some pick-up lines in Russian or tell you some facts about my love life. Whichever you prefer. Not both, though.

Yours sincerely,

Victor

PS. I’m a size 8

Or, Yuuri answers an ad he sees on Ice Castle's community board.

Victor Nikiforov May As Well Replace Your Smartphone by toganeshiro

Yuuri never thought by living with Victor Nikiforov, the living legend, would slowly reduce his need of his smartphone.

Doveglion (WIP) by reginar

Yuuri Katsuki would describe himself as a dime-a-dozen poet with a degree in comparative literature from Todai and only a couple of publications due to luck. By some miracle, he’d received an Asian Culture Council grant and a Bright scholarship to help him pursue MFA Creative Writing in America. He’d been so excited because he would be in the same country as his literary hero, V. Nikiforov, writer of countless, innovative poems.

Ever Dance With the Devil in the Pale Moonlight? (WIP) by miraculouskatsukii

It all started on the ice.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true, but it was close enough. Where it had really started was in Minako’s ballet studio, but where Yuuri had truly felt a pull, a strong attraction to his superpower for the first time had been on the ice.

And so, while raising his leg into a clumsy arabesque, begins his journey.

The Final Cut by lily_winterwood

It’s not even ten in the morning yet, and it is already shaping up to be the worst day of Yuuri Katsuki’s life.

BREAKING NEWS: Local Man Would Like To Date Other Local Man by counterheist

Viktor is an anchor for Channel 9 Action News and Yuuri does the weather. Probably Viktor draws hearts on the playback monitor. Most likely someone gets kissed in the rain.

All I'm Really Asking For is You by seventhstar

Episode 10, from Yuuri's point of view. Or, the story of how losing a bag of nuts led Katsuki Yuuri to propose marriage.

"They’re only nuts, but losing them feels like a physical blow. Yuuri drags Viktor back through Barcelona as the sun sets, eyes peeled in hopes that he’ll see the bag lying somewhere on the side of the road. They’re not anywhere, though, and when they reach the bench Yuuri knows he has to accept defeat.

He hates accepting defeat."

Spotlight by twisting_vine_x

He can't help how embarrassed he sounds as he tries to hide himself in the pillow, and Viktor's laugh is so lovely - and so helpless, so blatantly in love - that it has Yuuri squirming all over again, the wave of protectiveness stealing his breath away.

Oh, Viktor.

"I suppose that's fair, darling. I am pretty incorrigible."

He's smiling, as he says it, and his voice is light, but Yuuri knows better, now. He can hear that tiny, barely there, desperately hidden thread of self-doubt, as clearly as if Viktor were shouting it.

Am I too much?

Viktor doesn't need to say it for Yuuri to hear it. He's pretty sure Viktor's spent too long feeling like he's too much of something - too loud, too clingy, too needy - for him to just shrug it off.

Yuuri knows a little bit about self-esteem. He knows a little bit about trying to kick years of fucked up thinking. And he's damn well going to keep making sure that Viktor knows he can always be as too much as he wants to be.

Never Have I Ever (Been to Karaoke) by lucycamui

Drinking games and karaoke have never made for a better combination.

“Okay, my turn! Never have I ever made out with a picture of Victor Nikiforov!”

Yuuri choked on his glass of oolong, sputtering as Victor gently patted his back. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Yuuri met Victor’s expectant eyes briefly and then reached out to take a sip of the beer.

He expected laughter, but instead got a view of Chris taking a large swig of his own drink.

And then of Victor picking up his own glass, tipping it to his lips.

Been a Long While, Remember Me? by sujing_sm

The door jingles right open.

A man steps right inside, panting and covered in sweat. It is almost time to close.

Viktor turns around from where he is cleaning the table tops. “Sorry, we’re closed...” The words dry by his throat when he sees who it is.

From the Ground Up (WIP) by Avocadodont

After the grueling trials of back-breaking training to the years undergone of studying scriptures, Yuuri Katsuki returns to his hometown Hasetsu with the newly honorable title as a paladin. Even with this tremendous success, Yuuri finds himself longing to explore everything that lies beyond the horizon, intending on taking whatever (or whoever) along for the thrill.

Red Thread by c0rnfl0wer

When the goddesses of Fate weave thread into their cloth, it is to determine the lives and deaths of mortals. When Viktor weaves thread into cloth on the rare occasion, it is to protect Yuuri in every way he knows how, even from his own self-doubts. Tradition says that embroidery can determine the fortune, safety, and happiness of humans, and Viktor isn’t one to pass up on any opportunity to help Yuuri, especially a tradition so embedded into his life.

A Hitman's Guide to Emergency Gift-Giving by exile_wrath

1) In case of emergencies and not know what to give your husband for his birthday in twenty-four hours, the decapitated head of one of his lifelong enemies always works.

5K TO 10K

Little Things by dramaticagain

Viktor accidently let all those little things slip out of his mouth. All of the little things that he loved about Yuuri were out in the open. He looked over to where Yuuri was standing, expecting him to be angry was revealing such intimate things to the reporter. But, to his surprise, Yuuri looked at him with one distinct expression; love.

(Post-Grand Prix Final: The seven months that Viktor spends with Yuuri in Russia. During that time he learns even more about his fiancè; the little things.)

Nothing to Make a Fuss About. It’s Just Russia’s Best Kept Secret by GwenChan

"For years Victor Nikiforov’s secondary gender had been one of the best kept secrets in all of Russia."

Yuri struggles with his being an alpha. Victor has kept his status as omega secret for years. Their relationship is nevertheless bound to be affected by their second gender.

Through A Mirror Darkly (WIP) by Chessala

And so he made himself comfortable and signaled Viktor to do the same. He smiled at his new acquaintance, who seemed to relax at Yuuri’s expression.

“So Viktor, tell me about you….it’s not fair that you know me and I don’t know anything about you…”

Viktor smiled and got a bit more comfortable himself. He stretched out his hand to press it against the cool surface of the mirror again before asking Yuuri silently to do the same. When Yuuri placed his hand over Viktor’s, the other boy started talking in a soft voice laced with sadness.

“Once a month, when there is a full moon, I can look into your world…..”

When 13-years old Yuuri finds a mirror in the hot springs storage room, he certainly didn't expect to meet a boy called Viktor through it. What he expected even less was the way in which this meeting would twist his life in the years to come.

This Night is Flawless by flowercrownyuri

Prince Yuuri can't see anything without his glasses. It normally isn't an issue, but when Yuuri goes to the royal ball without them he can't see the man who captures his attention that night and can only remember him by his voice. Determined to find the 'mystery man', Yuuri goes through the entire town in hopes of finding the one who won his affections. But what happens when said mystery man turns out to be a beautiful guy named Victor, and why is he acting like they met before last night?

Icicles Melt in Summer (WIP) by Shadow_sensei

Victor Nikiforov. Oddly, no matter how many times Yuuri repeats the name to himself, it still sounds beautiful, the r rolling off his tongue and the v melting on the tips of his lips like a mint. But more to the point, Victor Nikiforov, model for the Agape shoe and accessory line and face of Stammi Vicino Menswear, is sitting in one of his chairs.

Or, the one where model Victor Nikiforov is searching for his raison d'être in Brooklyn, New York, and finds much more than that in a small, jasmine-scented hair salon.

Katsuki Yuuri vs The World (WIP) by HopefullyAnAuthor

Yuuri squinted at his phone screen, trying to work up the motivation to trawl through more than a few words of the overly long email, which seemed to be written in purple, but he blamed his headache for that.

Dear Sir,

I am writing to inform you of a challenge blah blah blah you have made a move on V blah blah blah the league is waiting blah blah blah blah prepare for death blah blah many battles will follow blah blah blah blah blah

Yours, blah blah

“Just SPAM, I think.”

In Space Between (WIP) by lunaetude

Viktor’s given up his whole life to space, and space is what makes Yuuri feel alive.

So it begins.

On Top of the World by springsoldier (ladydaredevil)

In which Victor doesn’t believe in secret identities, Yuuri’s not quite sure how any of this happened and together, they fight crime! (Also the supervillain community as a whole is pretty harmless.)

Of Loving Katsuki Yuuri by kireiflora

Loving and living with Yuuri wasn’t quite as simple a road as Victor had anticipated, but it would always be worth it. That’s not to say that it was smooth sailing for Yuuri either, but neither of them would rather have it another way. Even if they were on completely different pages now and again, or if they have bad days and snap at each other, at the end of the day they were together and they were happy.

The Ebb and Flow of Your Heart (WIP) by Avocadodont

An Alternate Universe in which Viktor Nikiforov is the curator of a popular aquarium by the ocean in San Francisco and Yuuri Katsuki is an art student.

Look How We've Grown by maydei

Victor’s been alive for thirty years, but every day with Yuuri brings new surprises. Life. Love. Fun. Family. Yuuri’s presence in his life has brought them all, and Victor wouldn’t trade it for the world.

10K TO 20K

Stay Close to Me by dasedandconfused

At the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri misses the podium by fractions of a point. Embroiled in a skating controversy, he tells himself he'll prove his worth in the World Championships, but there's a long time in between.

Or: Vicchan lives.

Hippogriffs Soar When the Lake is Frozen (WIP) by myglassballoon

"There will be substantially more Quidditch this year.”

Soon after that announcement Yuuri can't believe his luck when Hogwarts Quidditch legend Victor Nikiforov asks him to join his team, Mila finally gets a chance to talk to her crush, and Yuri P. starts to realise that Victor's forgetfulness might actually have done him a favour for once.

The L Words by nihonlove

"Yuuri, you may not realize this, but many others besides me got their 'L words' from you."

Or: Five times someone had a one-sided crush on Katsuki Yuuri, and one time the crush was mutual.

Some Might Call It Fate (WIP) by Chessala

The Katsuki family moves to Russia after they had to close their Hot Springs temporarily. Little Yuuri (3) has to go to a new Kindergarten where he doesn't know anyone. He sees a picture of an ice skater on the wall of his new Kindergarten and is instantly fascinated. He loved ice skating so maybe he can be friends with the person that drew this picture. But how can he talk to them?

Never Tasted Rubies by ebenroot

Phichit puts up a poll on the radio website. It reads ‘What Do U Think About Yuuri K. from Hasetsu Nights and the Mysterious Caller Victor?’

Seventy-five percent of listeners said ‘lol they should just f*ck already tbh’.

(in which Yuuri is an unwilling radio host and Victor won't stop calling in to chat with him)

Kings in Couture (WIP) by slightlied

a devil wears prada au in which victor is the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, yuuri's his new secretary, and instead of talking about his feelings, victor just sends him on a bunch of errands

“Okay, okay. Ready.” Yuuri starts scribbling as the voice on the other end, someone from the Style and Trends department, relays instructions. “Sorry, can you please spell ‘Gabbana’?”

The person on the line promptly hangs up on him.

Awkwardly, he sets the phone back on the receiver. “Guess not.”

You'll Be My Offbeat (WIP) by littlemusings

The last thing Yuuri Katsuki wants is a repeat of his disastrous audition for City University’s most prestigious a cappella group, The Symphonics. After the video of a cover he performs at an open mic night goes viral, Victor Nikiforov (two-time best soloist & three-time best arrangement awardee for the International Championship of Collegiate A Cappella, YouTube musician, and CU dream boy) seeks him out to give him another chance.

Affettuoso (WIP) by gandmvsm

Victor Nikiforov had been raised in the world of classical music, was born breathing in Tchaikovsky and Stravinsky, a tiny violin tucked under his chin before he could walk and talk. It was no wonder that he was a prodigy - how could he not be, when every moment of his life was centered around music?

Katsuki Yuuri was no such prodigy, but had been driven since the age of 10 by one goal: "I want to perform with him."

(Or, the one where Yuuri is a music performance major with anxiety to spare, Yuri Plisetsky is a bitter second violinist, Victor makes everything look easy, and Phichit is a Good Friend.)

This Body Overflowing (WIP) by EmilianaDarling

Yuuri has never wanted to be Victor Nikiforov.

He wants to be owned by him instead; wants the whole world to see Victor in every move that he makes, like invisible handprints all over his skin.

If I Gave You My Heart by espritneo

Or, how Yuuri Katsuki woos Victor Nikiforov back.

In which, Victor is head over heels in love and prefers self-denial over communication. Yuuri is oblivious and accidentally an asshole.

Crust and Sugar Over (WIP) by ShanaStoryteller

Katsuki sits cross-legged, clearly in no hurry to go anywhere. “What’s your name? I’m –”

“I know who you are,” he cuts him off, then blushes, then hates himself for both those things. Katsuki looks surprised, and Yuri can’t think as to why. He’s a nationally ranked figure skater. He’s Yuri’s favorite figure skater.

Yuuri and Yuri become friends and Viktor develops a crush.

Ivan da Maria (WIP) by c0rnfl0wer

Rusalka: a living-dead aquatic spirit in folklore that varies in their attitude toward humans.

Navka: a subdivision of the Rusalka, known for its charming cruelty.

Viktor never minded when human civilization built up around him, or when other spirits began sharing the waters with him. He easily dominated every tradition that the centuries presented; that was what he minded. No one wants to be known for tragedy. No one wants to be subjected to loneliness and despair forever. No one wants to drag their beloved one down. Everyone wants a happy ending, even if it isn't in their nature.

20K TO 40K

Fatum ad Momentum (WIP) by maydei

These are the moments that were lost in the rush for the Gold, and the things that were built within them. A re-evaluation of everything, from day one, the real day one. From, "Be my coach, Victor!!" And how trust, friendship, and love were built from there. Through Victor's eyes, the story unfolds—the journey and experience of knowing Yuuri.

Constellations (Things You Left Unsaid) (WIP) by DasWarSchonKaputt

What is Katsuki Yuuri’s greatest asset when competing? If you ask the media, they’ll tell you it’s his flair for artistry, something that shines through in his earnest, winning performances. If you ask Yuuri, he’ll tell you that it’s his coach, Celestino, and the answer will sound as fake as it is.

The truth, though, is something that Yuuri has always known. He wouldn't be half the skater he is without his prescription for anti-anxiety medication.

[AKA a role reversal au, wherein Yuuri is a figure skating legend in the making - mostly made, or so they say - who decides to take a season off at the peak of his career, and Victor is the runaway-cum-international student from Russia who joins his university and cons Yuuri into becoming his coach. Featuring Phichit Chulanont as the worst (best) friend ever, and Yuri Plisetsky as Yuuri's self-proclaimed Arch Rival.]

Speed Dating (Let's Take it Slow) (WIP) by APaletteFullofYou

“Why like this?” Yuuri asks, breaking the silence.

Phichit grins. “Because desperate times call for desperate measures. And if you haven’t noticed, we’re desperate.

Tired of watching Georgi mull over his recent breakup, Viktor and the gang take him speed dating, hoping one of the twenty-something strangers could help fill the hole in his heart.

Now if only he could stop crying.

A Choreographer's Dilemma (WIP) by Mysecretfanmoments

After their well-publicised kiss at the Cup of China, Viktor asks Yuuri what he wants him to be again. The answer may be different this time, but saying "yes" to a relationship doesn't mean you know how to have one.

Correspondence (WIP) by Watermelonsmellinfellon

Victor Nikiforov agreeing to partner with Penned Pals for a season, had to be the best decision of his and Katsuki Yuuri's lives. It brought them together after all.

40K TO 60K

Premier Dans Mon Coeur (WIP) by aphhun

Viktor Nikiforov is the top standard for men's figure skating, aiming to win his sixth consecutive Grand Prix Series. However, he's been lacking inspiration in recent years.

Yuuri Katsuki is the newest premier danseur of the Bolshoi Ballet, and accompanies Lilia to assist in training the up and coming Yuri Plisetsky. All the while, Yuuri's trying to prepare for his own debut.

Neither of them exactly expected to find something this special in Yubileyny Sports Palace. Somehow, they're exactly what the other needed.

Dear True Love (WIP) by cityboys

Victor is a writer pretending to be on a break; Yuuri is a pianist pretending to not be on a break.

They meet, somehow, in the backwaters of Saga Prefecture, Japan.

Call Everything on the Ice… by shysweetthing

Victor learns Japanese while in Hasetsu. He doesn't tell Yuuri, and things get dicey when he overhears Yuuri and Mari talking about him in Japanese. Repeatedly.

(The subtitle of this fic should be: Victor Nikiforov really needs a hug. Luckily, he gets one. Eventually.)

“No,” Victor says, skating up to Yuuri on the ice, “you have to push all the way from here, or you’ll never get the height you need for that axel.” He sets his hand on Yuuri’s ass, tracing the muscle group he’s referring to. “Not here.” He taps Yuuri’s thigh. He doesn’t know the words for the muscles in English, only knows how to show him.

Yes, technically he’s grabbing Yuuri’s ass, but how else is he to communicate?

Pacing Ourselves (WIP) by vermillion_crown

Introspection on intimacy from the perspective of a demisexual, flavored with friends who are social media menaces and some dirty touching later on.

(Yuuri's trying to figure out his life after Viktor Nikiforov smashes into it like a meteor, and Phichit can't decide whether to help or laugh.)

60K TO 100K

Unexpected by AlexWSpark

Banquet AU: In which one impulsive midnight decision leads Victor Nikiforov to Yuuri Katsuki and, of course, everything changes, a.k.a Drunk!Yuuri has no chill, a.k.a Victor experiences #allthefeels.

Pick Lilacs for the Passing Time by astralelegies

A spark flares up inside him, the vestige of some part of himself he thought long buried now resurfacing to—what, haunt him? And then he realizes.

I want to dance with him, Yuuri thinks.

In which the outlandish prodigy Victor Nikiforov hits Yuuri’s life like a whirlwind after he transfers to a prestigious ballet conservatory in Moscow, two grumpy teenagers learn to be friends, and Mila’s Straight Girl CrushTM might not be so straight after all.

The Rules For Lovers (WIP) by ADreamingSongbird

Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…

That’s a long story.

100K+

Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood

He’s finally here in this lovely and quiet little beach cottage, and the rest of the year seems to stretch out infinitely before him. Time will pass, though, and it will pass faster than he realises, but in the meantime he will stop worrying about writer’s block and deadlines and not even having the foggiest clue what his next novel’s going to be about, and live.

New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer's block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve.

And Viktor will be damned if he doesn't find out just what those secrets are.

all the world's a stage by braveten

Everyone has a guilty pleasure.

For Yuuri, it just happens to be romance movies starring famous heartthrob Victor Nikiforov.

(And, honestly, on the spectrum of guilty pleasures, he figures that his is on the far, far more innocent side.)

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

[anavoliselenu]

Beautiful lies chapter 17

"What?" I ask.

He releases a sigh. "Marta’s here."

Disappointment courses through me and I almost groan in frustration. I drop the hem of the shirt, covering myself once again and peek around Justin to the kitchen window, which has a direct view of the driveway. Her little red sports car is parked in the drive, but she’s nowhere to be found. Weird.

"I’m going to get dressed," I say and leave him in the kitchen. Call me old fashioned, but when one of Justin’s employees is here, I figure I should at least be wearing panties. I draw the line at removing his t-shirt though and just add undergarments and a pair of yoga pants before heading back downstairs.

I run into Marta in the hall outside of one of the guest rooms.

"Selena?" She sounds surprised and her eyebrows rise as she takes me in.

"Hi." I peek around her and see several suitcases in the guest room and stray articles of clothing on the bed. What in the hell? I don’t understand what’s going on, but rather than stay and chat with Marta, I want to talk to Justin. I head straight for the kitchen.

"Marta looks pretty cozy upstairs."

"She’s going to be staying here," he says, without further explanation.

"Why? Doesn’t she have her own place?" If he gives me some speech about companionship or the house being empty, I am going to lose it. I was already suspicious about what all their relationship entailed and after his marriage fiasco I couldn’t handle anymore bombshells of information being dropped on me at the moment.

"She has a rat infestation in her building and her condo is being restored. It’s just for a few days or so."

Rats? Ew. "Okay."

"What’s wrong? You seem upset."

"She just seemed surprised to see me here, like she didn’t know I was back in the picture."

He shrugs. "You just came back yesterday. I haven’t gotten around to telling her yet."

His response makes sense, I just don’t like the idea that with Justin newly single, Marta’s wasted no time in moving herself in. And judging by the three giant suitcases she brought with her, she’s planning on being here for more than just a couple of days.

Marta chooses that exact moment to enter the kitchen and help herself to a coffee mug from the cupboard. I know it’s irrational, but her familiarity with this man and his home bugs me. "Ready for work, boss? We can ride in together." She treats him to a wide smile.

Justin gives me a peck on the lips and his eyes implore mine to let it go before he turns to face Marta. "Actually, I figured we’d probably be working different hours, so we’d drive in separate."

"No, that’s okay. I don’t mind if you have to work late, I’m game for whatever.  Plus, it’ll be a good time for us to catch up. I can bring you up to speed on the renovations I have planned for the pool house."

"What renovations to the pool house?" I inquire.

"Justin didn’t tell you?"

I shake my head.

"One of the pumps malfunctioned and the pool house flooded. I’ve taken over redecorating it since … never mind." Marta smiles coyly, sharing a secret look with Colt.

"Since what?" I ask.

She shrugs. "Since Stella is the one who decorated it and I didn’t think the purple and gold décor went with Justin’s taste, I figured it was time for a makeover."

Justin slides his warm palm against my limp one, a gesture meant to calm and reassure me. I have no idea why I’m acting so territorial over a man I’m not even sure is mine, but seeing Marta here this morning has all my senses on high alert. If I am going to have an actual relationship with Justin, I need the women of his past to stop showing up here unannounced. I make a mental note to ask Justin for details about his relationship with Marta.

I stand near the front door in my pajamas and watch as Justin and Marta climb into her little red sports car. They pull out of the gated driveway and onto the road and the sound of blaring music lingers until they disappear from sight.

I sigh and shut the door. My new life is going to take some getting used to.

Chapter Seven

Justin

As a successful entrepreneur who runs two companies, who regularly deals with top executives and negotiates with fierce competitors, I find it almost laughable how worked-up one small girl, dressed only in my t-shirt can get me. As Marta drives my thoughts drift to Selena, as they often do.

I type out a text message to her.

I miss you already.

Her reply is almost instant.

Miss you more.

I smile and type out my reply. We’ll have fun tonight.

You promise?

Her response makes me chuckle.

All you can handle, sweetness.

"So, Selena’s back?" Marta asks, adjusting the volume of the radio down and pulling my attention away from my phone.

I’m detecting a hint of jealously stewing between them – something I need to put a stop to right the fuck now.

"Yes, she’s moved back in – for good, I hope."

Marta lowers her sunglasses and looks over at me. "Wow. That’s a big step."

"Indeed," I confirm. "I’m crazy about her, Marta, and I need to know that you understand that. You and I have a complicated past, but that’s where it needs to stay – in the past."

"I see." I detect a hint of disappointment in her voice.

I can’t say I’m surprised by her reaction, I’ve long suspected she’s wanted more with me.

"I value you as a friend, and an employee, but Selena’s a game changer for me. In fact, I’m finally dealing with Stella."

"I get it, Colt." Her voice takes on a slightly exasperated tone. "Things were over between us long before Selena came into the picture. And I’m a big girl. I can deal."

"I know you can. Thank you for that." I’m glad that she seems to understand. The last thing I’d want is for things to get weird between her and Selena. Or between her and I for that matter.

"Besides, it was only a few times," she remarks.

We both gaze out at the road and I sense that she’s recalling the few times we were intimate with vivid detail.

"It’s in the past," I confirm. I just hope it stays there. Marta doesn’t respond. "It’s all but forgotten, right?"

She lets out a short chuckle. "I wouldn’t go that far, Justin. I don’t think I’ll forget anytime soon that you’re the biggest man I’ve ever been with or how harsh and commanding you can be when you’re aroused."

Our encounters aren’t as memorable in my recollections. I only recall that in the months after Stella left, I was depressed and lonely. Marta was there and willing and I allowed her to take the edge off a few times, but we never had sex. "I’m serious about this, Marta. If you make things difficult for Selena, or if you dredge up things from the past..."

She turns to me sharply. "Relax, boss. Leave me with my fond memories and I promise not to say anything."

We share a tense ride to work and I make a mental note to tell Selena everything tonight when I return home. Now that she’s back and trusting in me to do the right thing, I won’t have something so inconsequential ruining our progress.

***

The day drags by at a snail’s pace as I anticipate my evening with Selena. My brothers break up the afternoon by surprising me with lunch. Things at work have been so busy that I’ve been pushing off our weekly lunch date. Today they take no chances, bursting into my office with my assistant trailing behind them apologetically.

"They just barged in, sir," he says, looking troubled.

"It’s okay, David."

My assistant, David, is a bit of a nerdy and frail type, and I got the sense he’s overwhelmed in the presence of my brothers. But he’s the best assistant I’ve ever had so I won’t admonish him for the interruption.

"You’ve gotta eat," Pace says, holding up a bag of takeout from one of my favorite sushi restaurants. "And I need an update on what’s going on with sweet Selena."

He had flown to Italy with me on a whim, so perhaps I did owe him an update. "Is there a spicy tuna roll in that bag?" I ask.

He nods and begins removing the containers of food.

I join him and Collins at the large marble table in the center of my office.

"So?" Collins ask. "Was your impromptu trip to Italy wasted? Or did you get the girl?

"Selena’s moved back in," I confirm.

"Fuck yeah." Pace’s wide smile lights up his entire face. He’s always worn his emotions directly on his sleeve. It’s both a blessing and curse. He’s a real estate developer, so his gregarious personality often helps him win over clients, but can be a hindrance when he’s negotiating big deals. All the cards are face up on the table with him. You can see every fleeting thought passing through his brain. 

"And Stella?" Collins asks.

My older brother has been riding me for years about divorcing her. Even though he’s only two years older, he’s always acted more like a father-figure to both me and Pace. "I signed the papers."

Pace jumps to his feet. "Holy fucking shit! We need some goddamn champagne up in this bitch."

"Sit the fuck down," I grumble, but am unable to hide the crooked smile lifting one corner of my mouth. "Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s about fucking time."

"I’m so fucking glad Selena’s in your life," Collins says, helping himself to some of the pickled ginger on my plate. It's obvious he attributes her presence in my life to this change. And of course, he's right.

"We need to celebrate, bro. Seriously," Pace says.

"It’s not a horrible idea. A big bash to mark your freedom from the mega bitch," Collins says, chewing thoughtfully.

"Drop it, boys. I’ve signed the papers and sent them over to my lawyer. That’s celebration enough." No need to celebrate the anal raping my bank account is getting just to pay her to go away.

We eat in comfortable silence for several minutes. At the lull in conversation, my mind automatically wanders to Selena and what will happen tonight when I get home.

"Marta’s single, right?" Pace asks, popping a piece of sushi into his mouth.

"Why do you ask?" I inquire, folding a napkin across my lap.

"She looks like she could use a good hard ride." He grins.

I set down my chopsticks. "Don’t fuck my employees. Why is that so hard for you to understand?"

He rolls his eyes. "Fuck, dude. You’re worse than a woman. First you curse me out for trying to get with Selena’s sister Becca, and now you’re whining about me noticing Marta’s pert little ass."

"I’m not whining. I’m pointing out that surely your pickup skills extend beyond the couple of women in my inner circle that I’d prefer not get fucked over by you and then come crying to me. I know your history with women, asshole."

Collins chimes in, coming to my defense. "He’s right, dipshit, your track record is zero and what a hundred?"

"What the hell does that mean?" Pace momentarily stops chewing.

"You’ve had zero successful monogamous relationships and over a hundred sexual partners," Collins says.

Pace shrugs. "I stopped keeping track once I reached the triple digits."

"Listen, asshole. I told you. Marta works for me, so don’t fuck her. And in regards to Becca, she has cancer. She doesn’t need any additional stress in her life from someone who will hit it once and walk away. Not to mention she’s my girl’s sister. If you deflower her and then pull a disappearing act, I’d have to deal with the fallout."

He sulks, sinking deeper into his chair, but doesn’t retort.

Collins and I share a quick look of triumph.

I have no idea if Becca’s a virgin, like Selena is, and it doesn’t matter. I don’t want Pace anywhere near her. His history with women is deplorable.

"Is Selena still a virgin?" Pace asks.

"Not for long," I confirm.

Chapter Eight

Selena

When Justin and Marta arrive home, I’m showered, dressed and waiting in the kitchen, just opening a bottle of white wine and setting out long-stemmed glasses. I frown looking down at the third glass on the island. Three’s a crowd.

When they enter the kitchen, Marta excuses herself, immediately going upstairs to change, leaving Justin and I all alone. Bliss. I’ve been waiting for this moment all damn day, and I don’t feel like I can wait a minute longer.

He stalks over to me, looking delectable in his suit. I might have exercised restraint this morning when I barely avoided tearing it off of him, but I will show no such patience tonight.

Without saying a single word, his hands cup my cheeks and he pulls my face to his, pressing his lips to mine and giving me a long kiss. When he pulls away, I’m dizzy and filled with longing.

"How was your day?" I ask.

"Way too fucking long. I missed you," he says.

I feel the exact same way. "Would it be rude if we skipped dinner and went straight to bed?" I think about the plates in the warming tray that Beth has left for all three of us. Apparently the household staff knew Marta was staying here. Of course, as his personal assistant, Marta probably told them.

Justin runs his hands down my body, stopping at my hips and securing my body to his. "Dinner is the last thing on my mind." He’s looking at me like he’s already picturing me naked.

A warm shiver runs through me. I'd wondered if it was going to bother me that Marta was here in the house for our first time, but now, I don’t care if she hears me screaming down the house. She can stuff it.

"I’ve been hard all fucking day," Justin groans, bringing my hand down below his belt and pressing it into the gigantic bulge there. I close my hand around him and hear him grunt.

It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. Even if I don’t care about Marta hearing our sounds of pleasure behind closed doors, I don’t want her to see my man’s package. That is not something I plan on sharing. Now or ever.

His hips rock forward as my palm moves up and down over him. "I can’t wait to be inside you," he whispers low near my ear.

My panties flood with moisture.

"Let’s go upstairs. I’ll help you change out of your suit." I give him a playful look.

Footsteps round the corner and I know we’re no longer alone. I turn to face Marta, making sure I remain in front of Justin to block the view of his raging erection. Apparently we’re on the same page, because his hands circle my waist, silently communicating that I need to stay put.

My eyes wander behind her to the suitcases stacked together on the floor.

"My landlord says the mouse infestation is all cleared up, so I’m going back home," she says.

"I thought it was rats?" I ask.

"Oh, right. Mice, rats. Same thing." She smiles, but her cheeks flush slightly, knowing she’s been caught in a lie.

I get the sense that she’d only been staying here in my absence to make a move on Justin, and now that I’m back, she knows she’s missed her chance.

She tows her suitcases behind her, stopping to stretch up on her tiptoes and to give Justin a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks for your hospitality. And I’m totally on board with what we talked about in the car."

He nods silently, his mouth drawn into a firm line.

A few minutes later the door closes behind her and we hear her little red sports car drive away, the noise fading into the distance until the only sounds are our heartbeats and ragged breathing.

I spin to face Justin again. He’s watching me with an intense expression. "That was rude of me not to help her take her suitcases out, but I couldn’t very well do that with my cock hard. What are you doing to me, baby?" he groans in frustration.

I giggle and lift up on my toes to kiss him. "I’m sure it’s okay. She looked like she had them handled."

He shrugs. "I suppose she did."

"What did you guys talk about in the car?" I ask, remembering what Marta said just before she left.

"Huh?" he asks.

"She said she was totally on board with it…" I try to jog his memory.

He runs a hand through his hair. "Come on, we need to talk."

He leads me to the den and motions for me to sit on the sofa next to him.

My belly churns with nerves. Justin’s entire mood has changed. I think whatever he’s going to tell me has something to do with him and Marta. I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the worst. I might have told him just yesterday that I was his and that no matter what I trusted him. Now I want to swallow all those words and curl up in a ball with the hurt that is already threatening to overtake me.

"Take a deep breath, Selena," Justin murmurs. I’m sure he can see the hurt and worry written all over my face. "After Stella left, I had a short rebound fling with Marta," he says.

My stomach drops to my toes as my worst suspicions are confirmed. I pull another deep breath into my lungs at Justin’s urging and fight to remain in control by reminding myself that it was in the past.

"I was destroyed after my divorce," he explains. "She was there and available and I regret it now, but we messed around a couple of times."

"Oh." I’m speechless and gutted and feel like crying. I've been jealous of Marta and her good looks and close relationship with Justin from day one. And now all my hunches are confirmed.

"We never had sex," he adds.

This news makes me feel marginally better. "What did she mean earlier? What did you guys talk about in the car that she was on board with?"

"I told her that I’m fucking crazy about you. And while she’s known for a long time that I’m not interested in her, I let her know that I wouldn’t tolerate anything getting in the way of you and I. Good employees are hard to find, but if she tried to interfere in any way…"

He leaves the rest unspoken. Geez, he’d threatened to fire her if she made things difficult for me and him?

Her cryptic message and then hightailing it out of here today must mean that she accepts Justin’s relationship with me and has no intention of interfering.

"I wanted to be honest with you about my past. I want a real future with you, Soph. Tell me how you’re feeling," he says.             

"I'm glad you opened up and told me about Marta." But deep down I know the issue with Marta is the least of my worries. I can accept his need for a rebound fling. Growing bold, I straighten my spine. "But if you wanted a real relationship with me, you wouldn’t be holding up your own divorce. And don’t give me this guilty crap about money for the Africa project – if your finances were in that precarious a state, would you have really spent a million on a sex slave, oh excuse me, I mean mistress? By the sounds of it, Marta is not someone you had true feelings for, and I can get over it, but if you want this with me, you’re going to have to show me that I’m worth the risk. I can’t share you with Stella."

"You’ll never share me." His dark eyes implore mine, possessive and filled with longing.

"I am sharing you – the memory of her scowling at me in the pool and telling me to get off her property is firmly branded into my mind. Did you notice that I can’t even go near the pool?"

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