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diasthedeathknight · 6 years ago

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The beast of bones

I hope that people won’t start hating me ‘cause I wrote that fanfiction...but I had to wrote it because I really love the dynamic between the Operator and Ordis. Also, so that it isn’t confusing for you in this AU where my Fanfics are taking place, it is possible to be fused permanently with the Warframe, just like Rell did it with Harrow. So all the Frames my previous fanfics where about, are just Operators that had fused themself permanently with their frames. And also Malik (the Operator in this Story) is not a child but a 18 Year old Teenager, I hope you’re not mad at me for this^^

"Ordis?" "Yes Operator?", the blue Cephalon asked and the Operator, a slim man with black-red hair that was trimmed to a mohawk, just said: "Can you....comfort me?" the blue cube howers closer to him and then the Operator just throws his arms around the Cephalon and holds him close, tears start dwelling up and he crys out in pain. "Operator, are you allright?", Ordis ask concerned and Malik just says: "Don't leave me...don't leave me like her..." "Operator I would never abandon you!", the Cephalon promises him and the Operator just smiles, then he leans against the cristalblue surface of the cube and let's out a deep sigh, tears still running down his face. "I know....it's just...I was awake for...a few weeks and then she abanded me...like she doesn't even care about me...", he then confessed. "The Lotus cares a lot about you, Operator!", Ordis then corrects Malik and the Operator rolls with his orange eyes, mumbling: "Yeah...and she has left me and the other Tenno because she loves us so much, right?" "Ordis will-" "No Ordis...please don't...just stop pretenting that she is here...it pains me more then it helps me...", he murmurs and Ordis lets out a humm, then the Cephalon says: "But who will guide you through your missions then?" "I don't need an adviser that tells me what to do...and you can do that too, am I right?", he looks down at the blue cube and smiles, as he sees a blue light flicker through the cracks in the core of the cube. "Ordis...what do you remeber from your past?", he then asks the Cephalon and Ordis just answers: "Ordis don't want to talk about that" Malik nods, he knows it already, he has found all the Cephalon Parts, that where scattered through the entire solar system. "Your name was...Ordan Karris, right?" Just as he said that, the blue cube in his arms starts to rumble, then the entire data sphere around him shifts, the bright blue fog lifts and the cube in his arms disappears, a figure is standing in front of him and Malik springs on his feet, raises his hand at the figure, who stands there in the fog, until he hears the voice of the figure, who now slowly approaches him. "How do you know this name?" Malik joilts as he hears the Voice of Ordan Karris, sharp like the ivory blades that are on the hip of the mercanery, but gentle in some way. "I....have found your memorys, the fragments who are all over the system....", he then explains and the figure is now a few steps away from him, a white hood hides the face of the man, only the blue glowing gives the eyepatch away, that he wears. Then his hands slip the hood back and expose his face. Scarred and one bright blue eye staring at him with an untamed wildnerness, a hunger unknown to Malik. He knows what Ordan has done. The best of bones had slaughtered Dax and Orokin alike, then his mind was transfered in a cephalon and he was forced to serve him. Even the love Ordis feels for him was forced upon the Cephalon. Malik takes a deep breath, then he takes one step to the mercanery, one hand reaches out to the face. Ordan doesn't even flinch when the warm hand touches his cheek, instead he closes his blue eye and then he leans his cheek into the warm touch, a little smile on his face. "Now I know how Umbra feeled when you used your transference on him", he whispers, Malik smiles and then steps closer to Ordan, his orange eyes carefully observing the movement and body language of the Warrior. "It is like delving deep into a comforting warmth that let you forget everything you've done...that soothes all wounds and ease the pain...how are you doing that?", he opens his eye and looks straight into the orange eyes of Malik, a questioning expression on his scarred face. "I don't know...it is like puzzle of emotions...and I just take the pieces and...assemble them to a whole picture", the Operator tries to describe what he does, everytime he linkes to a new Warframe. "The frames aren't just mashines...they are a living beings that can feel pain and other emotions. Some Operators doesn't like that they aren't the Warframes but weak children...and so some have fused with there Frames, just like Rell did. Binding their consciousness permanently to the frame...I thought of doing that too...but then I would be restricted to one Warframe and...I like to choose from an wide arsenal of frames, so I didn't do it", he then explains and Ordan nods. "I know...your friends...they did this, right? Limbo, Ash, Nehza, Equinox, Oberon, Nidus, Nekros, Harrow...those where all Operators who didn't like being a small weak child...and so they became the frames they love...merged with them until only the consciousness of the Warframe was left...robbing them of their void powers", a sad smile starts to spread across his face and he looks up into the bright blue sky. The blue fog has revealed a dessert, the sand is from a deep red colour and the wind plays with the long white hair of the mercanery. Then he looks directly at the Operator and asks: "Can you....pull me out of Ordis? I know your Void Powers are strong and they can do some pretty decent things" Malik blinks confused, then he says: "Honestly I don't think that would be a good idea to do" "Ordis and me are two complete different beings. And I could replace the Lotus, at least when it comes too guiding you through your missions", the beast of bones offers him and Malik looks at him surprised, then he asks: "Why haven't you killed me already? When I was listening to those Cephalon Fragments you sounded angry and-" Malik blinks in surprise, as Ordan just hugs him, closing the distance between both of them and then the mercanery whispers in his ear: "You are already hurt enough, Tenno. And I don't kill children" "I am not a-!", orange eyes whide in shock as scarred lips touches his forehead and Ordan simply says: "In my opinion you are. Doesn't matter that you are 18 years old, you are still a child compared to others. And I think that there are some Corpus that need the help of the Tenno to take care of the Infestation" "Wait, don't-!" Malik blinks, as the entire space around him collapses and he finds himself sitting in the transference chair once more. Groaning he rubs his eyes and then stares at the Warframe in front of him. "Umbra...", the black frame kneels in front of him, the helmet is tilted and when he connets to the Warframe, he can feel anxiety flowing through him, with a smile he sends a reassuring feeling to the Warframe and Umbra just stands up, nods and then turns, the hand on his Katana, as he waits for the Operator to controll him. With a sigh Malik get's comfortable in the transference chair and closes his eyes, reaches out to the frame and his consciousness slips into the frame, he sees and feels all the Frame sees and feels. Smiling he makes his way to the navigation and still can't get the feeling of Ordans Lips on his forehead out of his head. Also he thinks about his friends that had fused themself permanently with their favourite Warframe. Maybe if he asks them how they did it, he can help Ordis and Ordan? Because he cares about both of them, even if one of them was a murdering mercanery for the Orokin, deep down Ordan is a kind soul.

#warframe #cephalon ordis #ordan karris #operator #fanfiction #im sorry #ordanxoperator

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jinjikook · 8 years ago

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Sugar Sweet | 5 | (M) [Discontinued]

word count: 5.4k

genre: lots of smut + fluff + slight angst; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun

pairing: reader/kihyun

summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.

a/n: i’m so sorry for the wait guys! work has been stressing me lately along with some personal issues but i appreciate your guy’s patience. the next chapter will already be written out but requests will be taken care of before i post the next so please continue to be patient until then and check the schedule if you’re wondering about it.

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Kihyun practically dragged you out to the parking lot, the gray stone stacked lot looking simultaneously barren and populated. It seemed like there was far too many cars here, ranging from reds to silvers to blinding whites. How Kihyun even remembered where he left his car, especially since its small size and dark color seemed to blend in amongst the others, was a mystery to you.

He turned back with his hand still locked with your own, his bright smile still goofy on his face. You couldn’t help but smile in return, his excitement over your request a tad too cute for the content you had actually asked for. But this was Kihyun, and things with him were always topsy-turvy and upside down. You’ve learned that nothing makes any damn sense with him and it’s totally okay because you’re in for the wild ride he’d already strapped you in from the get-go.

In no time he had you up against the driver’s side door of his sleek black car, the luxury vehicle sturdy behind your back as he brought you in for a passionate kiss. His hands found their way back your waist, in a similar fashion to when you first greeted him when you arrived earlier. Except this time he was allowed to let his hands roam freely, nothing stopping him from touching where he pleased. There was no game, no rules; no false pretentions to hide behind and useless reasons as to why his tongue snaked into your mouth as his hands firmly grasped your ass. Nothing stopping you from wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in deeper. You were damn sure this was more than you ever bargained for with him but at this point, you couldn’t find yourself caring for one second.

Instead, you poured your focus in the lethal amount of lust you felt coursing through your veins, your high from before coming back in full force, evident after not getting your own pleasure after taking care of Kihyun in the photo booth. Pulling back, you watched as Kihyun tried to chase your mouth, still panting and mouth slick with your shared spit.

“We can’t do this out here Kihyun,” You breathily laughed, feeling your hands mindlessly playing with the locks of hair at the nape of Kihyun’s neck. The light, feathery wisps in your fingers feeling much like the sweet treat you had aptly named him earlier.

“You’re right,” He started, chuckling against your mouth as his hands dropped from your body. It left you feeling cold and clammy but you knew you were the one who put a halt on the lip-lock. After all, it wasn’t like you two could actually do what you wanted right there against the car. You stepped forward and away from the car, watching as he pulled his keys out of his jean pockets.

(An unfair aspect that only seems to exist in male clothing lines: functioning pockets)

He approached the car door and you were expecting him to pull open the driver’s door so he could step in and drive you two off to wherever you were to do the “deed”. But before you could start to make your way around to the other side of the car, you feel a hand pull on your wrist and make you turn around to face him. Kihyun had the back door held open for you, the hand that had pulled you now gesturing for you to get in the back.

“Uh, Kihyun can I not sit in the passenger seat?” You asked, stepping on your tip toes to peer into the car and see if maybe he had something in the seat that made it so you had to sit in the back like he was your chauffeur or something. He chuckled low and shook his head, not saying anything more other than more clearly gesturing for you to listen to him and get in the car. You furrowed your eyebrows but ultimately listened to him, ducking your head as you stepped into the backseat.

You were certainly not expecting a hot body to follow after you, the door closing behind him as Kihyun slid in right next to you. Kihyun lunged forward to continue the kiss you had abruptly cut off, effectively muffling all protests you had against his mouth.

His hand snaked up your thigh, already reaching the bottom hem of your underwear. You were glad you took the time to pick out a pretty pair, despite the fact you knew Kihyun would be ripping them off in no time, most likely not even caring about what color or style they were. His hot mouth left yours to latch itself against your neck, your heady pulse against the harsh laps of his tongue. He’d nibble along the column of your throat while his digits continued to tease around your panties.

With your mouth now free of the leech that was Yoo Kihyun’s eager mouth, you were free to finally voice your opinion on the situation. “Ki, wait—“ You tried to speak but Kihyun’s roaming hands and filthy mouth were making your own dry at the feeling of his perfect teeth against the skin of your neck. “We can’t do this here, we’re in public,”

Kihyun only responded with a low rumble against your throat, his hand now fully cupping your sex as he rubbed the dampness of your underwear with his palm. The sensations were long awaited, the constant teasing from today making you tremble at the slightest of touches, let alone full-fledged contact.

“Don’t care. Can’t wait.” He mumbled as he delved his digits past the waistband of your underwear, fingers dipping into your dripping core. You gasped at his fingers at your entrance, slowly tracing patterns against your folds. “So wet, all for me.” He sucked harshly on your collarbone, no doubt leaving behind a hickey that would last for a few days. His fingers confidently brushed against you, pressure increasing as the heated seconds passed in the car.

“Kihyun, we don’t have much time. Please,” You weren’t sure exactly what you were begging for but soon Kihyun’s fingers were out of your underwear and he was already tugging them off your legs. You let him slip the light pink pair down your legs, watching as Kihyun took them in for a moment before returning his focus on you. There was something about the pairs of underwear you wore that seemed to catch Kihyun’s attention but you decided not to dwell on the fact, already having Kihyun manhandling you into a new position in the backseat.

Soon he was laying on his back with your still dressed body straddling his chest. You self-consciously thought about making his shirt dirty with the lack of underwear on you so you lifted your hips to hover over him instead.

“Don’t stress about that baby, you’re gonna be on my mouth in a second anyways.” Kihyun slurred, hands already resting on your hips as he situated himself more comfortably before tapping the skin under his hands, a silent signal for you to move up. You hesitated for a moment, worry crossing your features at the idea of being so… exposed. You had never done this with a partner before, only having thought of it every now and again when you were with them.

Kihyun sensed your anxiety bubbling from the proximity and slowly traced patterns on your hips, trying to soothe the fear away.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s just me. I know I haven’t my mouth on you before but I want this. I really want this.” He accentuated his words with a lick of his lips, already anticipating the weight of you on his tongue; the sweet taste he’s been chasing for days now. He tugged on the meat of your hips, a silent beckoning to come over his mouth. You still hesitated, watching as Kihyun’s eyes were already beginning to trail over the skin of your thighs to land where your dripping core was under your dress. His eyes flickered up for a moment, catching yours in a piercing gaze and it only made you want him more; so much so that you finally gave up the walls you were trying to put up and placed yourself right over his face. He had a direct view of you now, front row seat to all the fun.

“Don’t be afraid baby girl, I’ll take good care of you.” Those were the last words you had heard from Kihyun’s mouth before he forced your hips to lower, his tongue darting out to caress your folds. The sensation made you jerk in his iron-like grip. He didn’t let up, even amongst your squirming. If anything, it made his actions that much more pronounced against you. His tongue flattened and probed on your core, your juices flowing freely onto his mouth and chin. It sounded absolutely depraved, lewd wet smacks echoing in the small vehicle as you held onto the door handle for dear life.

Kihyun growled against your sex, the vibrations making you quiver in ways you didn’t even think were possible but were still euphoric nonetheless. He released his grip on your waist and instead let his hands rest in-between your thighs, where he tugged slightly to open up your legs more to give him even more access to you. You couldn’t help but succumb to everything he was doing to you, the sheer pleasure overwhelming you more than you’ve ever felt during sex before.

His mouth pulled off you for a mere moment, letting you take steady gulps of air before his heavy lisp rolled off his tongue as he began to speak, “You know… the whole point of ‘face riding’ is for you to move your hips against my tongue.” He chuckled and smiled at you from underneath your form. You were still panting heavily, trying to put all your wits together but here he was with his stupid perfect smile and your juices glistening on his too pretty lips and you just wanted to shut him up.

So you did.

You lowered yourself onto him, cautious not to suffocate the poor guy (though the thought crossed your mind for a hot second), and you moaned at the wet contact of his tongue returning to your molten core. He returned to laving your folds with furious laps of his tongue, as if he hadn’t stopped in the first place. Finally taking initiative, you gripped the door hard and began to roll your hips against his face, gauging his reactions to make sure he wasn’t dying or anything while you were dripping down his chin. Based on the fact that he was going to town on you as if you were his last meal, you figured he didn’t mind the now constant pressure of your weight against his mouth so you continued to grind against him.

His nose continually brushed against your clit with every forward motion, making you chase after it every time you pulled back and lost the pressure against the nub. Kihyun’s fingers tightened on your thighs as he tried to push his tongue in further, getting inside you properly and roaming the muscle with his tongue. You tried to tamp down the noises coming from you, knowing full and well that his car was most likely not soundproof. But Kihyun wasn’t having that, hand coming up only to sharply smack against the meat of your inner thigh. The pain was stinging your skin yet it only made your hips circle more on top of him. Swiveling around his skillful tongue, you groan at his muscle prodding at a particularly sensitive spot, brushing against it with purpose.

It was damn malicious, the way he was able to use his tongue like a weapon against you.

You leaned back and rested your hands on his abdomen, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt tightening with every thrust of your hips. It seemed like all of this turned Kihyun on as well, his hard on already coming back for a second round. Letting your head roll back, you positioned one of your hands over his bulge and massaged the hardened muscle, relishing in the muffled moans that came from your wet core as Kihyun tried to put his focus on his tongue despite the very obvious distraction that came from you pawing at him.

You breathily laughed at how weak he was for you, shamelessly moaning inside you as you continued to stroke him over his jeans. He took this as an insult and began to sharply jab you with his tongue as his hands pried your thighs even further apart. The added stimulation made your hips stutter against him, your sudden onslaught of intense pleasure making you double over. He didn’t let up even as you tugged at his hair to slow down. You took a moment and noticed just how pretty the pink looked underneath you, in-between your legs. If you weren’t currently being eaten out like last night’s dinner, you’d find it sweet and would probably run your hands gently through the fluffy pink.

But Kihyun was currently sucking away at your sweet juices, groaning against you about just how good you tasted. Your hips had a mind of their own at this point, jerking and circling at their own pace as you chased the high you didn’t know you were teetering on. Kihyun smacked your thigh again and you moved your hand to the leg of Kihyun’s jeans, knowing you were about to come and you’d dig your nails into the first thing you could. And you were sure that Kihyun would not appreciate you scraping his dick with your fingernails.

Moans trickled out of your parted lips as Kihyun pulled you taut against him, not wanting to lose a drop of your precious nectar. You shook in his hold from the overstimulation, crying out as his lips suckled around your clit torturously. He released you with a wet smack of his lips; you moved down to rest on his shoulders, watching as your glistening release glazed Kihyun’s pouted pink lips and chin. His tongue darted out to catch all the flavor that remained on his lips, satisfied groans coming out of him like a man starved. He kissed your thigh and you whimpered at the sight of the stringy, viscous come that connected his mouth to your skin.

“Baby girl, you taste better than I could’ve ever imagined. Do you see how hard you made me? How hard I got from you humping my face and coming on my tongue?” Kihyun spoke, still breathless but his voice rang lower than normal, almost raspy in a way.

You looked back and noticed just how strained the crotch of his jeans were, and you wanted nothing more than to sit on the hot length that was just under those clothes. Instead of outright asking, you slipped the front button open and tugged the zipper down, ignoring Kihyun’s voice at the back of your mind. Pulling him out from the confines of his jeans, you waste no time in sliding down to plant your ass just in front of his standing length. Knowing Kihyun at this point, you knew he had a condom handy already so you reached into his pocket and pulled out the square foil. Shooting him a knowing smirk, he only smiled and shrugged; it was clear how tonight was going to go so he had wanted to be prepared. Though he hadn’t expected things to go down like this, especially not so early in the evening.

Kihyun leans up on both elbows and watches in awe as you stroke him to full hardness and slipped on the condom before guiding him to your soaked core. You grind against the hot muscle a few times, coating it in your slick before you promptly lifted your hips and put the tip at your entrance. Slowly lowering yourself on his cock, your face contorts in a mix of pleasure and delicious pain—from both the stretch and the overstimulation from already coming once.

Kihyun simply held onto your hips for dear life, already laying back down against the back seat. Before you could move anymore, Kihyun asked to switch the position and soon he was no longer horizontal on the backseat but instead seated normally, with his spine against the back of the seat and his head lolled back on the headrest. You were straddling him, his length fully sheathed inside of you. Kihyun had his feet planted on the carpeted floor of his car, watching with lidded eyes as you slowly rode him.

You were already so tight around him, hiccupping moans as you picked up the pace. Your oversensitivity from coming once already only made you tighter, your walls already slick and hot around his member. Kihyun panted heavily as he saw your beautiful body sliding up and down on his cock, the sensational feeling of your hot sex around him making his biceps tense.

Kihyun already knew he wouldn’t last long, the taste of you on his tongue enough to bring him close to coming already. So he took control and fucked up into you, watching as you submitted into his grip and let it happen.

“Ki…” You moaned, breath hot against his neck as you tucked your face there, “Don’t—ah, fuck—stop.” Not like he was planning to anyways, he pistoned up into you even harder. The sound of skin slapping skin rang all through the interior of the car as Kihyun tugged at your hair. It pulled your head back for enough to give Kihyun access to the smooth skin there; he made sure to leave a mark or two as he bit along the column of your throat.

Unable to keep your composure, you moaned loudly as Kihyun’s thick length dragged against every nerve inside you, making you see white with every powerful thrust.

Kihyun hissed as he felt the band inside him snapping; his very resolve crumbling as your walls hugged him even tighter, if that was even possible. “Baby, I’m gonna… I can’t hold back. Please, I need to—“

“Come, come for me Kihyunie,” You urged him on, feeling more than seeing him come undone. He growled against you, fingers bruising as the grip on your hips only got tighter while he snapped his hips up in a few more powerful strokes.

It took only one, two, three more quick and harsh slaps against your already reddening ass to have Kihyun coming undone, melodic voice keening high into your ear as you held on for the ride, impending second orgasm crashing over you to make you feel euphoric alongside Kihyun, whether you wanted to or not.

You sat there for a few heartbeats, your breaths intermingling in the steamy interior of the car. Kihyun panted hard against your neck, small whimpers trailing behind every puff of breath on the skin. If you weren’t so spent, you were sure the sounds and atmosphere would make you ready to go another round. His lips smacked by your ear and you processed that he was heavily licking his lips, no doubt feeling parched after the intense work out between the two of you.

“Baby?” His now small and raspy voice chimed out, sounding unfamiliar to your trained ears. You could only mumble in response, still reeling at the feeling of his softening cock inside you. “–good?”

The first half of his question was murmured against your skin, syllables and consonants tangling against one another. Luckily you were smart enough to get what he was asking and nodded against him, feeling as he shifted underneath you. Hissing at the feeling of the raw skin of your ass coming into contact with his thighs, Kihyun slowly slipped out of you and sat you back down on the meat of his thighs. You watched as he scrunched his eyes shut, still not having removed the condom that was full with his release and snug around his soft length.

If you had half a sense of artistic creativity, you’d take a picture of sight in front of you:

Kihyun sprawled in the back of his car, mouth agape and bitten red, glistening as his breaths puffed out of him in a non-specific rhythm that still seemed to be regular enough to match the unsteady undulating of your hearts. His soft, dark lashes fanned over his cheekbones; his face covered in a thin but still gorgeous sheen of sweat that provided him with the best after-sex glow. You felt a twinge of jealousy, a small pang in your gut that he could still be so stunning even after working his body so hard.

If only you could look half as gorgeous as him, you’d never worry about your visage ever again.

His eyes slowly opened, looking like he was a model submerged in crystal clear waters as each individual lash dragged up until his lids were at half-mast. His eyes were still dark and full, as if they were still clouded with lust but you could clearly see the light from the indoor parking-lot gleaming off the dark brown irises.

He smiled softly, looking simultaneously smug and sweet at the same time. It was a clear definition of him; so confident and yet so humble all wrapped together in the most lovely wrapping any god could put him in. It made you want to tear him apart, to see inside. But you also wanted to slowly pick at the paper, tug gently at the ribbon that held his sanity together and unveil what made him tick, what made him so unbelievably irresistible.

“You…” He began, his voice still wrecked but laced with a dulcet honey cream that vibrated your ribcage with every low rumble of it.

“Me?” You interrupted, watching in awe at his soft pink tongue as it wet his lips for the umpteenth time since he’d opened his eyes.

“You are just stunning; the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He couldn’t stop the next words from rolling off his tongue, blaming the sex for giving him such loose reins on the offending muscle, “Be mine.”

His words made you stop, feeling like your heart literally lurched forward and froze all at the same time. Had you heard right? There was no way the Yoo Kihyun wanted you to be his, to be claimed by him and only him. He was delusional; mad even.

You could only pant out breathless laughter, the sound coming across as bitter even to yourself.

“You don’t believe me?” Kihyun asked, his voice sounding awfully sad, as if he truly had real emotions, real feelings for you. “Y/N, I… I’ve never felt so strongly like this before. It’s not just the sex—which is completely and totally amazing by the way, thank you for ruining it for everyone else—but it’s you, baby girl; you drive me wild and make me want to pull my hair our but at the same time, all I want is to be by your side and kiss you and hold you and fuck you and—“

His long and over-emotional tangent it brought to a screeching halt by the sound of knuckles knocking on the car window. The clear panel was currently fogged up but the steaming breaths of the two of you from your previous fun so you couldn’t see out who it was.

Kihyun was going to let whoever it was just leave, opting to stay still and quiet and hope they don’t dawdle but then another set of knocks—harder this time—followed by a low and muffled mall security made the two of your sets of eyes bug out. Had you two really caused this much of disturbance?

Kihyun called out that it’d be just a second and helped you pull back your panties in place. Tying off the condom, he grimaced at the sticky come that had trickled down over him since he hadn’t removed the condom straight away. You would’ve licked him clean had there not been a more pressing issue at hand. He sighed and tucked himself away anyways, hoping he’d get out of situation soon enough to get home and shower before anything stuck or stained.

Kihyun stepped out first, giving you the option to stay inside and let him face the music or have you brave the storm alongside him. Already making the decision to be with him through thick or thin, you grabbed his hand and stepped out onto the concrete floor of the lot.

You hadn’t looked up yet, not wanting to face the shame that was no doubt plastered onto your face from being caught being intimate in a public—albeit somewhat still private—setting.

You were sure you were going to get chewed out, reprimanded and probably tossed out. Maybe even banned from the mall itself or possibly fined for public indecency. You’re caught by surprise when you hear Kihyun outright laugh the minute his eyes meet the officer’s.

“Fuck me, are you serious Yoongi?” Kihyun chittered, and you’re met with the soft yet still stern eyes of the officer whom Kihyun referred to as ‘Yoongi’.

His uniform was clearly overzealous for a mall cop, looking more like something for a captain or chief at an actual police station, complete with the brimmed hat and gold adornments. He looked the part, certainly, if it wasn’t for the bored look plastered on his eyes matched with a knowing smirk on his mouth.

A walking contradiction, one could say at the very least.

“Kihyun, what a pleasure to see you. And what a pleasure it certainly is to meet…” Yoongi paused as his eyes searched yours, an air of mischief swirling in his brown eyes that made you think there was more to this man than just his career.

“Y/N.” You meekly responded, feeling small under his calculating stare and hungry smile. It was almost like he had wanted to devour you himself, wishing it was he who had gotten a taste of what you’d given Kihyun in the car. It made you realize how he wasn’t as creepy as you should’ve thought, mostly due to how young he actually looked. He couldn’t be much older than you or Kihyun, despite the high status his uniform entailed.

“Y/N, have the displeasure of meeting Min Yoongi. He’s an ass but he’s an old friend, we go way back.” Kihyun turned to you, referring to the apparent person of authority with such a casual air, it almost gave you whiplash. “He’s nothing to worry about, just a mall cop with nothing better to do but creep on cars and horny teenagers.”

Yoongi smiled, full on smiled at the insinuation. He chuckled and you noticed how gummy and almost cute his smile was, if it wasn’t paired with such sharp eyes that made you anxious, you’d find it enthralling.

“C’mon Yoo, don’t sell me like that. I do real work here at the mall, I’m even the captain here. At least, that’s what my script says. Truth be told, I’m bored as all fuck and I got tired of the snotty white soccer moms coming to me and telling me there’s a couple getting it on in parking lot B, level 2.” He flashed his pearly whites to you and waggled his eyebrows pointedly, “If it was up to me, I’d have let you guys kept going. Though I did let Kihyun come after what felt like fucking forever. Dude, learn how to come faster.” He directed his words back to Kihyun and you were utterly confused as to who to respect in this moment.

Yoongi was supposed to be a man of uniform, to uphold some kind of law or honor code but here he was admitted how he really was here because of petty annoyance more than anything else, and he’d still let you two finish what you’d started.

Was this guy serious?

“Alright you’ve had your fun, can we go now?” Kihyun sighed, seemingly tired of the conversation already.

“Well, technically, you guys did break some sort of law here. So I should perform some sort of punishment, right?” Yoongi drawled, his naturally slow voice dragging by every syllable.

“You aren’t going to ban us, I’m the only one who ever brings you food other than Hobi.” Kihyun smirked as he thought he had Yoongi by the neck, already reaching for his keys to open up his driver door.

“Not so fast Yoo, I never said I’d be banning you guys. No, you need a more… modern punishment.” Both you and Kihyun raised your eyebrows, suspicious and curious glances meeting one another as you awaited for Yoongi to finish.

“You have to give up your pretty lady for a night, at Jin’s party tonight.” This caught Kihyun’s attention, his jaw dropping at Yoongi’s ‘punishment’.

Before you could even muster up a word to combat anything, your pink-haired companion was already on the ball, “Uh-uh, nope, no way, not happening. I don’t trust you Min, within an inch of your life.” Kihyun nearly seethed, his eyes shrinking to slits as he squinted suspiciously.

“C’mon Ki, live a little. Not like you’re the kind of guy to commit, right?”

This made you realize how right Yoongi was; Kihyun wasn’t the relationship type. He’d find a good fuck, make use of them while he could and dropped them before any feelings could sprout. But he was doing a bad job with you, seeing as your feelings betrayed every moral your mind screamed out in favor of falling for the sarcastic young man.

Kihyun hadn’t responded to Yoongi’s insinuation, eyes dropping as it seemingly came to a halt for him too. What you two were doing, it was wrong. It was structurally unsound, bound to fall apart in a grand mess sooner or later. You two were like a house of cards, stacked precariously on top of one another; impending coasting breeze meant to destroy the fragile home you had built with your broken and sore palms. It was all a show, never meant to become something real. Every kiss, text, touch; all false actions with hidden bad intentions.

“Well tough luck, looks like I am now.” Kihyun’s voice broke you out of your guttered thoughts. He stood with his head held high and you realized he had now held a firm grip around your waist, claiming you as his in front of another. You’d realize at a later time that it was the first time it was ever admitted in the open air, in front of another.

He turned and gave you a small smile, his sickeningly straight teeth sending your heart into cardiac arrest from the palpitations you felt as they shined in your direction.

This could work you thought, you two were both broken and strange and in this for all the wrong reasons but clearly you two couldn’t care less. All caution was thrown to the wind as you smiled back and rested your hand on his chest. Yoongi’s eyes shifted between the two of you, smirk dying down to a flat line. It seemed like he was unimpressed, like this was a charade he’d put up before.

Kihyun had said Yoongi was a longtime friend, he’d know Kihyun better than anyone. Maybe he was right, he knew of the front that Kihyun was currently putting up. But at this point, you were already braced for the inevitable; the hurt that was sure to come from loving Yoo Kihyun and all his sugar sweet smiles laced with spices that made your lips tingle and itch to leap forward and capture his between your own.

You were never good at denying temptation, and you weren’t about to change now.

You shot forward and kissed him hard, not caring that he wasn’t responding due to the shock of it. Maybe this was fake, maybe you were never meant for a happy ending.

But happy endings were for fairy tales and despite the regal appearance of Kihyun, you knew this was the harsh reality the world had to offer. And you gladly took this measly offering, in hope that the short span you get to have with Kihyun would mask the pain that would follow once he left you like he left everyone else.

Yoongi scoffed and waved you two off, leaving you to stay locked in his embrace in the dimly-lit parking lot.

This was your small paradise, anywhere with Kihyun. Little did you know, your vacation was about to be shorter lived than you ever would’ve assumed.

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