#And minors can't sign contracts

[thepurplewombat]

Americans as a whole are living in such a very impressive glass house when it comes to sexualizing minors, considering that last time I checked child marriage was allowed in more than half of US states.

Seeing you list out places in the US where cousin incest isn't illegal makes me more annoyed now at anime watchers who would react in disgust/horror at anime that has cousin incest ships and go "Ugh Japan is like that...". Same with "sexualizing minors" argument as live action shows in the US have highschoolers (I know they're played by adults but still...) doing nsfw stuff and antis are usually not talking about it but when it comes to anime I see jokes about how Japan should be bombed again.

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[sincerelyneo]

could i request a mark smut 😣😣 where reader and mark just had an intense argument but in the end, they cant be mad at each other for long so they just fck it out of each other 🤐🤐🤐🤐

mad at you | l.mk

“then i try to leave, but baby i just can’t stay mad at you”

��now playing: mad at you by why don’t we

❯ summary: Mark learns that you’ve made a ‘selfish’ decision that’s bound to put a strain on your relationship. Next thing you know, you're knee-deep in an argument that somehow ends with you sprawled out beneath him; because, let’s be honest, he’s never really been any good at staying mad at you.

❯ pairings: idol!mark x fem!reader

❯ genre: angst, smut, established relationship, make up sex

❯ words: 4.3k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, lots of arguing, swearing, reader is lowkey dramatic, makeup sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), nipple play, dry humping, brief clit play, slight needy mark bc i can't help myself, creampie, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader and mark argue and resolve it by fucking.

an: i love writing angsty arguments (testament to my real relationships lol) so thank you so much for this request. it lowkey brought me out of writer’s block.

The honeymoon stage lasts approximately thirty months or two and a half years – which would make sense considering you and Mark were approaching your third year together and have argued more recently than you ever had. 

But this time it’s different. You’ve never seen Mark like this, so angry that his face is bordering red and his jaw ticks so hard it might crack as the both of you drive in complete silence from your work dinner. He doesn’t even bother sneaking his usual glances at you when he pulls up at stoplights, the hand he likes to place on your thigh is gripping the wheel instead, and the only noise in the car is his rugged and frustrated exhales. 

You could feign ignorance about why he's upset, but you know the reason all too well. And while a part of you acknowledges his right to be angry, another, more prideful part, resists the idea of apologising, especially when you think his reaction seems so disproportionate to your mistake.

So you sit in the passenger seat, arms crossed and body frozen, contributing to the cold silence settling between the two of you. You prepare yourself for the earful of a lecture you’re about to get when he pulls up outside your shared apartment. 

He parks the car, slams the door shut, and strides towards your building without a backward glance. You scoff at his pettiness; he's never been so angry that he wouldn't at least wait for you to get out of the car with him. He doesn't even slow down when you trail behind. And when he nearly lets the elevator doors close without you, any chance he has of receiving an apology from you flies out the window, you think. 

He does, however, show some decency by leaving the front door open for you as you both step out of the elevator and head towards your apartment – how chivalrous. 

The chivalry doesn’t last long because the minute he hears you clasp the door shut, he’s glaring at you, arms crossed tightly over his chest, and you can't help but notice that he's rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt in frustration. If he weren't on the brink of yelling at you, you'd be tempted to make him do more than just roll up those sleeves — you'd want the fabric torn off and thrown on the floor in an instant.

“Paris, Y/N?!” Mark seethes, voice deep and uneven. “You signed a fucking contract to work in Paris?!?”

You pause, attempting to gather your thoughts, but the momentary silence doesn't offer much clarity. Eventually, you settle on, "It's just a six-month gig..." – a statement that seems to send him into a frenzy. 

“Just six months?” He rubs his jaw repeatedly in disbelief, “That’s six months that we won’t get to see each other, did you even think about that huh?”

You scoff, “You’re one to talk, need I remind you that your job takes you away from me for months at a time.”

"That's not fair," he protests. "You knew exactly what you were getting into when you agreed to date me. I didn’t agree to not seeing my girlfriend for months because she’s gallivanting away in Paris without me."

Your eyes narrow and your nostrils flare, “So what? If you would have known, you wouldn’t have wanted to be my boyfriend?”

His eyes widen and he shakes his head. His hands fly to his hair and he tugs at the strands as he huffs out a breath. 

“How the fuck did you get that conclusion from what I said?” He asks, voice sounding baffled. “The reason I’m so mad is because I like being your boyfriend, but I’m not going to see you for the next six months.”

“You’re being a hypocrite right now.”

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, “Right, because I’m always the one being unreasonable.”

“Yes, you are,” you scorn, “This job is my dream, don’t you see how selfish you're being?”

“I’m selfish?” He gasps, “That’s rich considering you didn’t even consult me when making this decision, I had to find out from your smug little co-worker in front of everyone. You were thinking solely about yourself, Y/N.”

You're on the verge of screaming. How is he not seeing things from your perspective? He's usually so understanding, so open to hearing your side. But the razor-sharp look in his eyes tells you that there's no getting through to him. He's convinced you're wrong, and nothing will change his mind.

“It’s for my job, Mark,” you cross your arms and shrug. 

“And how many times have I told you that you don’t need to work? How many times do I need to tell you I can look after the both of us?”

“And how many times have I told you that I don’t want that? I don’t want to have to always rely on you!” You snap. 

Your teeth grit as the words spit out of your mouth. They seem to hit Mark, deep, his eyes softening for a fleeting moment before sharpening again. He swallows thickly and blinks before running a hand through his hair. 

“Then what are we doing, Y/N?” He asks deflated, “What are we if you don’t want to rely on me?”

You're not sure what compels you to say it – whether it's the way you're all worked up, the entire context of the argument, or some inner recognition that you're the one who's fucked up this time despite you both having stuff to apologise for. Still, you escalate the situation from zero to one hundred without a second thought. 

“Oh, so you want to break up?”

He shakes his head and tongues the inside of his cheek, “When did I say that?!”

The fight only gets worse after that, the two of you blowing up after every sentence. You run around in circles, throwing accusations and insults at each other to the point the original premise of the argument is lost along the way of a thousand new arguments. It’s like every little thing you’ve both done to irk each other over the last month is brought up; and by the end of it, the two of you swear you’re done with each other. 

Sure, you've had your fair share of arguments, but the biting finality of the word "done" as it leaves his lips sends a sharp pang through your stomach – it hurts like hell. You've reached your limit with this endless cycle of back-and-forth; you've had enough of him. Storming past him, you head towards your shared bedroom.

Mark sighs and reaches out for your arm, but you pull away. He doesn't like this, doesn't like the chilliness he feels from you. He doesn't want to end the argument like this; it's never gone this far without a resolution before.

“You can’t just storm away when we argue Y/N, it’s childish.”

“If you don’t like it then leave!” You slam the door shut after you and lock it. 

Mark hates this more, not being able to talk this out because you’ve put a wall between the two of you. Then your words register in his mind and he’s the most hurt he’s ever felt. You want him to leave. Fuck that, he thinks. He’s not going to watch his relationship go down the drain over a petty argument. 

He knocks on the door a few times, then jiggles the doorknob, calling out your name and pleading for you to let him in. But you remain unmoved, denying him even the satisfaction of hearing your voice telling him to go away. This only adds to his frustration. He's the one you've upset, and yet here he is, begging for you to open up so he can fix things.

After a few more tries he scoffs, your words echoing in his mind once more. Leave. It crosses his mind as he makes his way to the front door of the apartment. He swings it open, ready to clear his head and crash at Johnny's for the night. But just as he's about to step out, he catches sight of a picture of the two of you on the coffee table where he keeps his keys. 

It’s from your honeymoon phase when it was easier for the two of you to say you’d never let anything come between you – when love seemed to blind you both. Mark picks up the photo, memories flooding back to the day it was taken. It was the day you met his parents and shared your aspirations of becoming a fashion designer. You reassured them that you had your own dreams and weren't just with their son for his wealth – though his parents wouldn't have minded either way; they would have been content with any girl that made their son happy. And you made Mark happy – you make Mark so fucking happy. 

Which is why he can’t believe he’s even considering leaving you in this apartment on your own after a fight. He shuts the front door and makes his way to the couch. He's eager to resolve things with you now, but both of you are too caught up in emotions, spouting shit you'll likely regret in the morning. So he opts to grab a few sofa pillows and a blanket from the storage closet instead. He strips down from his dress shirt and pants, throwing them to the floor before lying back and resting his eyes with a heavy mind.

Regret doesn't hit you until 2:00 am the following morning, when you're met with the chill of an empty space beside you as you reach out to cuddle your boyfriend, only to find him absent. Sure you thought he was overreacting to the news, but you're also painfully aware that your own words were uncalled for. You shouldn’t have asked him to leave – you didn’t want him to. 

As you heard the front door open and then close with a clink, a thick lump formed in your throat. The realisation that you had driven him away hit you hard, and you lost all motivation. You lay on your bed, makeup still intact, as you sniffled and sobbed quietly into your pillow. And even now, after tossing and turning from your mind running laps, you’d only managed to sleep for a few minutes. 

You stretch your stiff legs and reluctantly leave your bed, unlocking your bedroom door with sleepy eyes. You're taken aback when you see Mark sleeping soundly on the sofa, his breath steady with his eyes closed. You thought he had left, but there he is, covered only by the blanket from the storage closet. It breaks your heart to see him like this; he's likely cold, and he'll probably have a stiff neck in the morning for practice. And you know it's all your fault.

The guilt eats away at you, and without hesitation, you rush to the bedroom to grab his pillows and an extra blanket. Realistically, you should wake him up and insist he sleeps in bed, but the fear of his lingering anger keeps you from doing so. Instead, you kneel in front of him, attempting to swap the sofa pillows for his own bed pillows.

However, your efforts prove futile because Mark is a light sleeper – a detail you foolishly overlooked in your worried state of mind. He blinks as he wakes up once, then twice, appearing confused to find you in front of him in the living room instead of beside him in bed.

“Baby?” He whispers, his eyes hazy as he tries to make sense of what you're doing. It doesn’t take him long once he spots the sofa cushion in your hand to put the pieces together.  

You bite your lip and sigh, “I know you're mad at me, but I didn’t want you to wake up stiff in the morning.”

Mark's chest constricts. How could he possibly stay mad at you when you're so cute, fussing over him like this? He notices the smudge of black makeup beneath your eye, and his heart tightens once more – this time with sadness rather than affection.

His hand reaches out to touch your cheek, and you’re shocked at the touch. “You’ve been crying?” He asks and you bow your head. 

"I thought you left..."

Mark wants to laugh at the irony. You asked him to leave, and yet here you are, upset at the idea of his departure. He swears if he weren't so in love with you, he'd rant about how much you mess with his head, pushing him to the edge only to pull him back again.

“Would never leave you, baby, you know that,” his voice is soft and comforting as the rough edge of his fingertips finds your jaw. 

You can't control it; tears fall freely from your eyes. He's being incredibly considerate and gentle with you, even after you acted like a bitch. Honestly, you almost wish he'd just yell at you instead. But he doesn’t, his eyes widen and he immediately sits up straight letting the blanket fall to the floor as he pulls you up to sit on his lap. 

He shushes you, his hands finding your waist where he rubs soothing soft circles into the fabric of your tank top, “Hey, why are you crying? I’m here…please don’t get upset, Y/N.”

His kindness only amplifies your guilt. 

"I'm so sorry," you stifle in short sobs, your voice almost cracking. "I should've talked to you about the job offer before signing the contract... I-I didn't mean to act so selfishly. I just... I wasn't thinking."

Mark gives you a half-smile as he runs a hand through your hair. "It's okay, baby... You got caught up in your dream. I'm sorry for not realising that. I'm the one being selfish by always expecting you to put me first."

"No—"

He interrupts you to continue his apology. "You were right, you know. I always expect you to wait for me while I'm on tour. I never considered it from the other side, with me waiting for you... But I will. I'll wait because I know how much this job means to you."

Your face buries itself in the crook of his neck as you cry even harder, and he tuts gently while rubbing your back.

"Please don’t cry, Y/N," he murmurs softly. "I hate seeing you upset."

"Can’t help it," you muffle. "I hate that I upset you…"

Mark pulls you away from his neck, needing to look into your eyes as he speaks. "It's normal for couples to argue, baby. We just need to promise to communicate better, okay?"

His fingers stroke your cheeks again, and you lean into his touch. The warmth of his hand feels so comforting as if he was made to soothe your skin, the only person capable of bringing you relief. You bite your lip and nod against his palm, because you're more than willing to work on your communication if it means never feeling like this again.

"Now, give me a smile. You know, the pretty one I like," he says with a laugh. "If I'm not going to see you for the next six months, I don’t want one of our last moments together to be so... sad."

You smile at him and press your forehead against his with a whisper. "Me neither.”

You’re so close to each other that you’re practically sharing the same breath, if you had said that two hours ago you wouldn’t have believed yourself. But here you are, lips so close that your heavy breathing practically begs him to kiss you.

Mark feels it too, so when he does, it's like the softness of his lips is a bandage, mending the angry tension between the two of you. It patches up the last few hours that have transpired, and when he pulls away, it feels as if nothing even happened.

His hands grip your hips firmly, his fingers pressing down as he guides your body to grind against his clothed crotch. His lips find yours again, accompanied by a groan that escapes into your mouth. It's only when you feel him harden beneath you that you remember he was half-naked on the sofa – clearly after you locked him out of the bedroom.

Suddenly feeling suffocated by your own clothes, you pull away from him to strip off your tank top, tossing it over your head before discarding it somewhere in the living room. You yearn to meet his lips again – the only place you truly feel safe – but Mark wants to savour the way you look. Your clothed cunt eagerly grinding against his hard-on, hips chasing a high so eagerly that your bra strap has slid loosely down your arm.

You're a vision, Mark thinks, one that has him salivating and desperate to fuck you. He almost curses at himself for nearly ruining it all, for nearly walking out on the most beautiful person on the planet, the best sex he's ever had – and not only that but also the funniest, sweetest person he knows he'll ever meet.

He leans into your neck, his nose nuzzling into you as he whispers softly, "I'm sorry... so sorry, Y/N." His hand leaves your hips to cup your breast over your bra, massaging the mound with just enough pressure to elicit soft moans from your lips.

“‘s okay,” you whimper. 

Your head falls back as his hand snakes around to unclasp it. He wastes no time brushing his intrusive fingers down your chest, wearing a filthy smirk because he knows just how sensitive you are there. The tip of his finger circles around your nipple until he’s right in the centre, feeling it harden under his touch. He pinches it, and you jolt forward on his cock, making his boxers tighten, and he groans.

He loves how responsive you were to him, watching you writhe over him as he touched you in torturous pleasure. Just the way you arch your back into his touch has pre-cum leaking out of his cock. 

He leans in this time, sucking on your nipple and opening wide to get as much of the tender tissue of your breast in his mouth as possible. He holds your waist in place to keep you grinding on him to entice enough friction for him to feel good too. 

And when he looks down to see where the two of you meet, he moans when he sees the wet patch leaking through your shorts onto his boxers. 

“Fuck, so wet for me, baby. Just for me.”

You whimper, and his hand slips into the hem of your shorts. You’re glad you never wear panties to bed because his fingers find your clit immediately, relieving you of some of the neediness you’ve been feeling from grinding down on him. He rubs small circles as his mouth licks and sucks and nips at your bud. 

“Mark…” 

“Shhh baby,” he coos, “wanna make it up to you. Please let me make it up to you, let me make you feel good.” 

You whimper with a nod of your head, humping into his hand, legs opening wider to give him easier access to the place you’re most sensitive. You let out mild pants, hips bucking more aggressively from the stimulation on both your nipple and clit.

And when Mark notices you getting close, he pulls off your tit to look up at your face. It’s his favourite part — watching your features contort when the bliss is at its highest. It makes his chest swell with pride knowing he’s the one making you cum, knowing his touch is enough to make you shake and moan. And if he wasn’t such a selfish lover, he’d think the sight is something everyone should see at least once.

As you come down from your orgasm, your eyes flutter open to meet him. Mark doesn’t know whether it’s from seeing your orgasm paired with the argument from earlier but he’s the hardest he’s ever been. 

You notice it too, looking down and giggling. “Now it’s my turn to make it up to you.” 

He lets out a soft huff, and a muscle in his jaw twitches with his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat before he nods. You free his cock from his boxers and shimmy yourself out of your shorts. You let out identical gasps when your bare cunt brushes against the tip of his cock. 

Slowly, you sink onto him, fully feeling him inside of you. Your head falls forward, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you take in the size of him, the way he fills you just right — the way he always does. 

The stretch as you take him in never gets old, eliciting the same whimpers and whines. You can feel his hands resting on your hips, then slipping to the bend of your waist, silently urging you to move as he presses you downwards.

You lift your hips, slow and steady as you let the sensations wash over you, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest. His grip on your body tightens as you sink back down, blunt nails digging into your skin. The sounds he makes only drive you further into finding a teasing rhythm because his voice is just so pretty. The sounds are soon muffled to your disappointment when his mouth presses into your skin, so his tongue can slide along the top of your breast — making the disappointment fade away real quick. 

You let out a breathy cry, hands rising from where they’ve been resting, flattening against his chest, to wrap around his shoulders. The slow pace you’d adopted was becoming not enough. And you could tell from the way Mark is rutting his hips up to meet you, he shares the same sentiment. 

Your mouths collide as you pick up the pace, using his shoulders to leverage yourself as you bounce up and down on his cock. When he breaks from the kiss, an unrestrained groan slips past his lips, low and rough, followed by another, and you have to bite back a whimper of your own.

Mark can’t help the noises, he just loves the way you swivel your hips in a way that makes him see stars. He loves watching you work yourself on him for pleasure – he loves when you ride him.

And right when you squeeze around him, he rewards you with a loud, obscene groan, a sound that makes you dizzy and limp. Everything about Mark is intoxicating and downright addicting, and you were in no hurry to kick that addiction. In fact, you craved more of it – needed more. 

You grab his hands and guide them across your body. He squeezes them at your hips, smoothing across your thighs, your stomach. His hands were everywhere, eyes dark and desperate, wordlessly begging for you to give him what he needed, the same thing he’d been kind enough to already give you. 

So you rock yourself forward, providing a new type of friction that makes you whine helplessly into his skin. Blunt nails mark into the plush of your thighs, a futile attempt at grounding himself. The upward thrust of his hips and the strained catch of his breath tells you that he's growing impatient. You know the pace was slow, but damn it, it felt so fucking good to feel him like this, every inch of him sliding into you, hitting all the spots that makes your brain stop working. It also felt like a sick little way to get revenge...

“Faster,” you hear him say. “Please baby, need it faster.”

You could feel his hips bucking up to meet you. Then his thumb finds your clit, working in circles and making you squeeze around him with a shrill, gasping cry. It was his attempt at bargaining with you, doing anything to make you speed up and shamelessly fuck yourself on his cock. Maybe if he pleases you, you’ll let him cum.

“Please fuck me properly baby, need it,” he rasps, “You want me to forgive you right?”

And then you remember what led you here in the first place. You’d upset him and now you’re teasing him – you suppose it’s only fair if you pick up the pace a little more, fuck him messily and desperately enough to have him dizzying towards his climax. 

And once you do, his thrusts grow sloppier, and your thighs start aching. It feels too fucking good so all that you can do is cling to him and let him take the lead, strong hands guiding you as he sucks against your neck. And even though you’re supposed to be the one making him cum, you find yourself buried in the crook of his neck, gasping as your walls clench and nails dig into the skin of his strong back. 

The slight stinging sensation is enough to work Mark over the edge, and you feel him twitch inside of you, sending shock waves up your spine as he fucks his cum inside of you with a final powerful thrust. You roll your hips to help him along, taking all you can get from him and he moans his appreciation as you do. 

You remain tangled up in one another as you come down from your respective highs with foreheads pressed close. You wrestle to find his hand, lacing your fingers with his as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. He kisses your nose, then your lips, with a tenderness that makes your heart feel like it’s being squeezed. 

You don’t want to move just yet, so you release your hands and wrap them around his neck, nuzzling your nose against his before you speak.

"Mark?" You mumble, your voice tired and hazy. He hums in response.

"I’m sorry," you say softly.

You feel his smile against your mouth before he kisses your lips. "It’s okay, baby. I don’t even remember what we were fighting for."

[jinwoosbabyboo]

𝑨 - 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

My headcanons of the LADS Men w/ a Singer/Idol reader [Requested by: liz9898]

𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎

He's a doctor before anything else, but he's making it to every show that he can

Tends to make it to your rehearsals more than your actual shows

wants to read over your contract with your label before you sign anything

always has flowers delivered to your dressing room on the day of your show

He owns every album and ep

"You know you don't have to buy the physical copies right? I can give them to you for free" "Yes I do I'm your number 1 fan will you sign this?"

loves surprising you when you're getting off stage with a small gift or flowers in hand

sets his favorite song as your ringtone

sexy dance with a partner? Absolutely hates it! "Do you have to do that part with him?" "He doesn't touch me Zayne it's just a body roll" "I'm not a fan"

when he can't make it to your show he livestreams it

buys you a bracelet with his name and birthstone "Wear this so you think of me" "Is this so everyone will know I'm taken?" "Thats only a plus"

plans his days off around your return dates when you go on tour

always sends an encouraging texts or calls before your shows

if you dont want your picture taken by paparazzi and he's with you he'll cover every lens with a sheet of ice

comes to your studio sessions when he can and if he can't make it he'll sit on the phone with you.

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕

FANBOY FANBOY FANBOY

He's buying every album and ep and damn near setting up a shrine for you

He's at every single show

he has the option to be backstage or front row vip section he's front row 90% of the time

Captures the best angles of you while you're performing

Knows every single word to every song he's singing his little heart out right along with you

That fan page with 2 million followers? Thats his. Those fan edits that keep going viral for how good they are? Thats him.

He's backstage with you massaging and helping with ice packs to cool you down.

"Ice cold water isn't good for her vocal cords bring us room temperature!" suddenly he's the boss?

showers you in compliments after your shows and don't worry if your pre-show nerves start getting to you he's right there gassing you up

Now a sexy dance with a partner? he's not feeling it "I swear he wants to do a little more than dance" "well that would be shocking since his boyfriend is also my backup dancer" "Oh ._."

would 100% pack up and throw himself onto that tour bus the minute you ask if he wants to come with you

covering your face from paparazzi when you don't want your picture taken

those crazy stalkers and haters that are trying to harm you? strange how they keep disappearing huh

flowers and gifts before and after every show

sketches and or paints during your studio sessions; will spend all night/day in there with you he doesn't care he loves watching you and the process

𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛

supports you in every thing you do he's almost like you're personal bodyguard though

"no pictures" he says calmly as he places his hand on the lens of a pap who was hiding scaring the person shitless because how did he see him and how did he get there so fast

waits patiently backstage so he can carry you back to your dressing room

surveys the crowd silently even though you have security

follows all your fan pages and constantly scouring the internet for any bad press or hate so he can get rid of it

stands outside your dressing room while you rest so no one disturbs you "Xav get in here stop scaring my crew!"

goes over every minor detail with your label and publicity manager when a tour is brought up

tried to cook for you one time while on tour .... your manager nixed that expeditiously

that sexy dance you had with a partner? he got so jealous that you had your choreographer change the dance so he would stop sulking

prefers to carry you around because "you work so hard on stage"

changes your shoes for you and kisses your knee every time

takes naps in the studio when you're recording

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜

this man is a mafia leader you think he has time to keep up with your hectic schedule? You bet your ass he does! Priorities baby and you're number 1

he is going over your contract with your label before you sign anything

you're going on tour? He's buying you the best and most comfortable tour bus money can buy

helps you in and out of costume changes

waits backstage with a pair of fluffy slippers and a bottle of water "You were amazing Miss Idol"

tries to sing your songs all the time "Hey baby who sings that?" "You." "Let's keep it that way"

Your dressing room, tour bus, and hotel rooms are always flourishing with gifts

Constantly praises you

follows your fan pages

either gives you a massage or has massages schedule for you to keep you nimble.

buys a recording studio for you so you don't have to pay the ridiculous studio fees

the twins end up becoming two of your backup dancers

gets rid of pictures online that you dislike; stops paparazzi from taking pictures by ruining the cameras with his evol

dont even worry about a stalker or crazy fan with malicious intent Sylus & the twins got that ass taken care of

[yuujispinkhair]

Sin for Me

You know that dating Yakuza King Sukuna means he is often busy with work until late at night. But that doesn't mean you can't drive to his fancy downtown office and take his mind off work, at least for a little while. -> This is part of my Blog Anniversary Event (closed). @skunaskitten requested "Sin for Me" by TWNTYFOUR & 7INK. Omg babe, thank you so much for requesting Yakuza!Sukuna!! I miss him so much, and this song is so sexy and fits him so well!!

Pairing: Yakuza!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, sex in Sukuna's office, dirty talk, creampie, daddy-kink. This story is set in my Yakuza!Sukuna Universe, but you don't need to read that to understand what is going on. Sukuna is the Oyabun of one of Tokyo's most powerful Yakuza clans, and reader is in an established relationship with him. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Your heart flutters as you stride down the large hallway of the fancy downtown office. It's long after sunset, the city is wrapped in night, a million little glittering lights lighting it up. And you feel on fire as you approach the heavy wooden double door at the end of the hallway.

The door to the office of the King of Tokyo's underworld. Sukuna's door.

Your man, your lover, your whole world since you met him.

Sukuna is a busy man, always giving his all and always so passionate about everything he does. So intense. He is still in his fancy office at eleven p.m., going through his documents, maybe preparing a new contract, or maybe signing someone's death sentence disguised as a business e-mail.

And you were feeling rather lonely in his penthouse, all alone, sitting on the luxurious leather couch, watching TV, and waiting for Sukuna to come home.

You know he doesn't do it to anger you. He would never do that. But he tends to forget about the time when he is busy with work. And a man like Sukuna has a lot of business to deal with. He is the King, after all.

You can't deny that it's incredibly sexy how dedicated he is to his work. Passionate and ambitious. Just like he is in bed.

But enough is enough. You are here now to take Sukuna's mind off work.

You feel exhilarated, a mix of adrenaline and lust pumping through your veins as you push open the double door to Sukuna's office. You can feel the sinful caress of the red lace lingerie you are wearing beneath the luxurious black coat.

Everything you wear was bought by Sukuna in the fancy designer boutiques of the city. The city that belongs to him.

You are already ruining those expensive panties, already so wet just at the thought of the Yakuza King's maroon gaze traveling over your body.

He is sitting at his mahogany desk, a glass of vodka in front of him, his suit jacket abandoned, his black tie loosened, the upper buttons of his red dress shirt open, revealing some of his buff chest and the sexy tattoos that mark him as the King of Tokyo's underworld.

A pair of beautiful maroon eyes lands on you. An elegant eyebrow gets raised. An amused smirk lifts one corner of soft pink lips.

"Decided to provide me some company, my love?"

You smile at him while your heart beats wildly in your chest.

"Yes, I couldn't let you be here all stressed and alone, could I?"

You lick your lips nervously as you slowly unbutton your coat and then let it slip off your shoulder and fall to the floor, revealing your red lace lingerie to Sukuna's hungry gaze.

His smirk grows bigger. He lets go of the pen he was holding and leans back in his leather chair, maroon eyes never leaving yours as he says,

"Then come over here, angel, and sin for me."

You smile at him and start walking toward him, but his low, velvety voice stops you,

"Uh uh, not like that. Take it all off for me. Be a good girl for Daddy. Leave those panties on the floor."

You can feel your pulse even in your pussy, wild and excited, so turned on by being here in Sukuna's office late at night, the nightly city twinkling outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the King's eyes on you, knowing he wants you. And you are eager to please him, eager to obey his every command.

Sukuna looks like a sexy devil, sipping his vodka while watching you, his cat-like eyes trailing slowly over your body as you slip out of the lacey bra, moaning softly when you feel the air brush over your naked tits. You look at Sukuna with your heart racing as you let your hands slide down your sides, hooking your fingers in the luxurious fabric of your red panties.

Your breath quickens, and Sukuna's eyes flicker to yours.

"Yes, just like that, my good girl. Take them off. Show me your pretty pussy."

You feel light-headed with those maroon eyes on you as you push down your panties, letting them drop to the floor before you step out of them, leaving them behind as you slowly make your way to Sukuna's desk.

He watches you with his burning gaze, taking you in as if you are his prey or the most beautiful thing he has ever laid his eyes upon. Maybe both at the same time.

You are so wet for him, so aroused by the situation, pussy creaming up so much that you feel it on your thighs as you slowly walk over to Sukuna.

The moment you have reached him, his strong hands grab your hips and pull you on his lap. You gasp, so turned on by being in his lap like this, wet and completely naked while he is still fully clothed, smirking at you like the devil that he is, his large hands so warm on your bare skin, his thumbs gently caressing your hips, making lust pool in your stomach.

But he isn't just the devil. He is also your lover, your man. His lips capture yours in a kiss that's equally passionate and tender.

"Kuna…"

Your voice comes out as a needy whimper when one of his hands slips between your spread legs to rub your wet swollen clit slowly, making your hips buck against him, smearing your cream all over his luxurious black suit pants.

You can hear the smile in his sexy voice when he says,

"Yeah, kitten?"

"I want to make you feel good… please… let me.. let me take your mind off work."

"I know, sweetheart, I know. And I guarantee you that you are very successful in your mission. I can't even remember what work is."

Sukuna pulls away from your lips to grin at you while his right-hand rubs those delicious slow circles around your clit, and his left hand opens his belt and pants. You moan softly when he frees his fat long cock, so gorgeous, so perfect, and all yours.

He gives it a few lazy pumps while he looks at you through his long black lashes,

"Come sit on my cock. Ride Daddy until every last trace of stress leaves his body."

His maroon eyes sparkle at you, his low voice soft like a caress, velvety and full of desire, as you gulp hard and lift yourself up enough to position your soaked, twitching pussy over Sukuna's swollen cockhead, slowly lowering yourself onto him, gasping when you feel his thick tip splitting you open.

You cry out softly when you sit down completely on him, taking his whole hard length into you, so deep, so perfect, making you feel so full. Your head is spinning, clit pulsing wildly. You could so easily get lost in pleasure. But you remind yourself why you are here. To take care of Sukuna, to help him de-stress, to help him forget about work. To spoil his gorgeous cock until he can't think anymore.

You lift yourself up again, moaning at the feeling of that veiny cock gliding through your wet heat. Your hands link behind Sukuna's neck, fingertips caressing the stubble of his undercut, and you look deeply into his eyes, gasping, when you sink down again, taking his gorgeous cock all the way into you again, clenching your hot cunt around him.

The low groan falling from Sukuna's lips is all the reassurance you need.

You moan his name as you bounce on his fat cock, riding the King thoroughly on his fancy office chair, taking him in so deep anytime you sink down on his lap again. Clenching around his fat cock, pleasuring him with your wet, hot cunt, spoiling his gorgeous cock like he deserves after a hard day at work.

Sukuna's large hands are on your naked ass cheeks, kneading them softly but not doing anything else, letting you take control, giving himself to you. Letting you ride him and take care of him just like you said you would.

His lips trail over your tits which jiggle in front of his face. His teeth graze over your hardened nipples, tongue flicking over them, making you cry out in lust.

And your horny cries get joined by Sukuna's low moans as he lets his head fall back against his leather chair, hands tightening on your ass, muscular tighs flexing beneath you as you feel his orgasm approach.

"Ah! Yes!! Oh Kuna, please cum in me, Daddy!"

A low growl escapes his lips as his eyes close and his hips buck, impaling you deeply on his gorgeous fat length. You can feel him cum in you, can feel his cock throb in you, shooting his hot seed into you in several strong bursts.

And you are spurred on by Sukuna's orgasm, riding him so sweetly through it, milking Sukuna's cock lovingly until he has given you every last drop of his hot seed. Fucking all the stress out of him. Serving the King of Tokyo's underworld like only you can.

You tumble over the edge a second later, crying out Sukuna's name loudly as your pussy shudders around him, and your cream gushes onto his cock and his fine suit pants, giving him your all too.

His large hands knead your ass gently as he slowly rolls his hips, fucking you through your orgasm, his lips claiming yours in another passionate kiss, kissing your lips and licking your tongue until your pussy stops spasming around his gorgeous cock.

Sukuna doesn't let go of you even when you pull away from your long kiss. His strong hands are sprawled over your hips, keeping you in place right where he wants you, on his lap, on his cock.

The nightly city is glittering beautifully outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, but you only have eyes for Sukuna. He looks so beautiful, his hair slightly ruffled from your fingers running through it, his maroon eyes filled with love, and his handsome face relaxed.

The smile on his face is so attractive and boyish that it makes butterflies flutter in your stomach. A soft laugh escapes his lips before he tells you in that warm, velvety voice,

"Thank you, my love, for helping me take the edge off after such a stressful day. You're so good for Daddy."

AAAHHH YAKUZA KING SUKUNA MY LOVE!!! It was so comforting to write for him again after such a long time!! Thank you so much for requesting him!! I hope he made you happy too 💗

Comments and reblogs would be sweet!!

[exhaslo]

Over-Time Ch14

(CEO!Miguel x Shy/Clumsy!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4,Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12, Ch13

Warning: MINORS DNI, sexual thoughts, slow-burn, mentions of sex, bullying, cussing, fluff, touch starved

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"Mr. O'Hara, you're ten o'clock is here." You said over the small intercom that leads directly into his office.

"Thank you, (Y/N), send him in."

You couldn't resist a smile as you motioned the person inside Miguel's office. It has been a few days since the two of you have gotten together, and you felt like you were in heaven. Well, your body might be taking a longer time to get there than your soul.

Miguel was such a beast in bed. He took it slow your first time, but each time afterwards was always another added round. You weren't sure if you were going to be able to catch up at this rate.

Hearing your desk phone ring, you hurried back into your office. It was rare for your own phone to ring, since it was mainly you setting Miguel's appointments and schedules. You picked up the phone, curiously.

"Hello, (Y/N)'s office."

"Ms. (L/N), you um....have someone who uh...really wants to meet you."

"Meet me? Um...O-Okay, I'll be down in a minute," You stuttered before hanging up.

Honestly, your nerves started to kick in. Who would want to meet you here? Almost all of your family lived out of state and you had near to no friends in this city. The only people you knew were your horrible coworkers from your previous jobs.

Taking deep breathes to calm you down, you made your way to the elevator. Perhaps you were overthinking this? Maybe it was someone who wanted to make an appointment with Miguel and had to meet with you first?

Yelping, you accidently tripped over your own shoe and pressed multiple buttons on the elevator pad.

"Oops...maybe I'll be down in...3 minutes?" You whispered, looking at the floors that you pressed.

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Finally reached the main floor, you just kept a nervous smile as you waited for everyone to leave the elevator. You still weren't too comfortable with others, especially since they all kept eyeing you for being Lyla's temporary replacement.

"Well, you sure know how to keep a girl waiting. Almost like you knew it was me." Dana said with a huff.

"Ah-" You felt your blood brain as you recalled Dana.

"Why don't we go for a walk. We have a lot to chat about, darling."

Recalling Miguel's disgust towards Dana, you felt conflicted and concerned. He looked so angry, so scary when he was hissing his words out to this woman.

"I-I probably...s-shouldn't." You couldn't stop stuttering as you grew more worried.

"I'm not here to waste time. Walk." Dana snapped her fingers, motioning you forward.

Unable to say anything, you just did as she said. This was embarrassing. You needed to stand up for yourself more. Making eye contact with the receptionist, you gave them a pleading look before leaving the building.

"Phew, it is always so stuffy in there. Now then, as you've probably heard, I'm Dana. Miguel's fiancé."

"E-Ex." You whispered.

"Miguel and I are meant to be together. Both of our families have already signed everything for the wedding. Miguel is just being rebellious. I'm sure he's said nasty things about me, right?" Dana asked, but you couldn't answer, "How lovely is it? To have him whisper sweet words into your ear every chance he gets?"

"H-Huh?"

"To have his hands roam every inch of your body like a touch starved maniac? Remember what I said? Men lie. Miguel is using you to try and break away from me, but he knows he can't. We have a legally binding contract to each other. Miguel has no choice but to marry me."

"You can't...force someone to marry you," You finally spoke up, not liking this conversation.

"He sighed it. Men can't stand being trapped in a relationship-"

"That's not...true. Miguel likes being with me...."

"Has he told you about his family? About his past? About his desires and wants?" Dana spat, nearly pushing you against a wall.

"N-Not yet," You gulped, shaking as Dana glared down at you.

"Tch," Dana let out a heavy sigh, "You really are a mouse. No wonder why Miguel is taking advantage of you. Anyway, I'll cut to the chase now. Break up with Miguel so we can proceed with our wedding."

You didn't want to respond to Dana anymore. Tears started to form as you tried to look strong.

"I'll be back in a week."

With that, Dana left. Once she did, you finally started crying. Hurrying back to your office, you needed to recoup. Slowly, everything Dana was saying was processing.

Was it true?

Did Miguel really sign a contract to marry Dana?

Or was it a lie?

You were so confused and honestly, scared. You really liked Miguel. He was the first man to treat you with such kindness. Miguel was the first man to truly love you. He went at your pace and made sure you were always okay.

The only way for you to get any sort of comfort was answers. You needed to hear from Miguel that Dana was lying. You just needed too.

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Miguel shook hands with his partner as they finally parted ways. Once his appointment left, Miguel let out a heavy sigh. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and decided to take a small break before his next meeting came.

Deciding to treat himself to you, Miguel hummed lowly as he went to your office. Before he entered, he heard you sniffing. Concerned, Miguel hurried inside and saw you crying.

"(Y/N)?! Are you alright?" He asked, hurrying to your side and wiping your tears.

"H-Honestly...no. While you had...your meeting, um...Dana came-"

"Que? (What?)" Miguel hissed, "What did she say?"

"A lot," You whimpered, leaning against his touch, "Miguel...I have a lot of questions."

Miguel sighed softly, having an idea of what Dana put into your head. He wiped another tear and kissed your head. Sitting on your desk, Miguel thought of how to start.

"This would better be said elsewhere. Mi amor (my love), allow me to just answer one thing and the rest at my place later, would that ease you?" He asked.

"I-I guess,"

Miguel smiled as he cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a deep kiss.

"I care for no one other than you. Not a single drop of love in my heart belongs to anyone else, (Y/N). I won't give anyone else the attention I give to you."

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Those words did bring you ease. Miguel had such a way with words. Sniffing softly, you gave Miguel a smile. You were going to believe Miguel.

"You're so sweet, hehe."

"Only for you," Miguel gave you another kiss as he stroked your hair, "I'll make sure that vile creature doesn't steps foot here again."

"Miguel..."

"I know. I'm sure you have so many questions, and I want to answer them all now, but it must wait."

"I know," You sighed softly, "I do feel better...thank you."

Miguel smiled as he kept stroking your hair until his next appointment showed up. Once they did, Miguel left to take care of business. At least he comforted you.

All you had to do was wait.

Miguel would answer all your questions at his place.

His place.

Immediately, your face turned bright red. You were going to be in his place.

"Wah, now I'm nervous for a different reason!"

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He Is...

Summary: In another universe, your boyfriend is a bit... Odd, to say the least? Why do you stay with him? U-uh, because canon said so (ortho is just platonic ofc)!

Notes: Pure crack based off of popular fanon things that I honestly don't find accurate. No hate, just a bit of joking. Minor spoilers. Also, if you're touchy about popular fanon headcanons you have, you might want to avoid this post. I have no hateful intentions, but I understand it may be take that way. As always, I am open to constructive critiquing and discourse.

Riddle is going to collar you if you so much as breathe wrong. He does absolutely nothing nice for you. But then when you want to leave him, he breaks down crying...? Weird.

Trey is disturbingly obsessed with teeth, but he's completely perfect other than that. Literally perfect. No, really.

Deuce is incredibly dumb and well-intentioned. He's never done anything wrong in his life! Biker gang? What biker gang? You're just hallucinating.

Ace is an absolute asshole. He's never apologized for anything in his life. Just- a complete douche, somehow.

Cater is incapable of speaking on anything other than pure slang. You tell him you're going to break up with him, and he just says "yikes". Who does that?

Leona is literally the worst person you have ever met. Depression? What depression? He's just lazy! But yeah, he's the scum of the Earth. Trust. At least he respects women?

Ruggie is communist. You don't know where it came from, but he is. But he's also a scammer. Yeah, good luck.

Jack is a tsundere... You thought there was something else? No, that's it. He's a tsundere. He's cute, though.

Azul is a little baby boy. He's just that same little octopus he was. Scams, contracts, business? What are you talking about? He's just your little baby boy who'll break down crying if you don't tell him you love him every five seconds!

Floyd is a serial killer. What do you mean he's only seventeen? He's a serial killer! He kills people. That's right, he kills them. He's a merciless, remorseless killer.

Jade is completely sick and twisted. He'd kill you for a single corn chip, and he's never felt any emotion other than schadenfreude in his life. He's not seventeen, he's, uh- he's been lying to you! He's actually a demon who thrives off of souls (and being one hell of a butler).

Kalim is nice. He's also an idiot. That's right, this man has literally never had a critical thought in his life! Can you believe it? He's never had any hardships, either. Poisoning attempts? What poisoning attempts? There's nothing to see here!

Jamil is an asshole. There's no justification for it. His life was so amazing, it's not like he was basically a slave or anything. Why couldn't he just talk to Kalim before going through with his plans? It's literally that easy!

Vil is a mean girl. That's right. He's selfish, manipulative, and lazy! What do you mean 'he wants people to work and be the most beautiful they can be'? He's just a mean girl, guys. Nothing more to it. And I can't believe he ruined Rook! It isn't like Rook chose to move into Pomefiore or anything!

Rook is creepy, and a stalker, and an irredeemable piece of shit. You see, he used to be a shining beacon of perfection in Savannaclaw, but then the EVIL Vil had to RUIN him! The horror! He was so happy there, too! Everyone knows that dull, lifeless eyes are the number-one sign of happiness!

Epel is a perfect, dainty little boy who can do no wrong. He's just- a shining beacon of dainty and perfect ideals. So fragile. So perfect. So helpless. He has absolutely no autonomy. Trust me on that. Just a perfect little angel boy.

Idia is an unhygenic, depressed softie. He's never showered in his life! It's not like STYX had a lot of focus on systematic hygiene that Idia's used to or anything! And he's never looked down on others in his life! You can trust me on that!

Ortho is a kind, soft little robo-boy who can do no wrong. That time he tried to fire a laser beam on the school? Ignore that, he's just a little baby!

Malleus is sooo in love with you. No, he's not acting oddly due to being unused to friendship, he's in love, damnit! He's in love! He's making this an otome!

Lilia is a dad. And he thinks you should get together with Malleus. Really, he's just there to set you up with the dragon man!

Silver is the perfect, most noble and well-liked gentleman. Awkward? Unused to people wanting to hang out with him? Nope, none of that. Just perfection here!

Sebek is the scum of the Earth. Why, you may ask? Simple! He's loud and arrogant. I don't know why he hates humans so much, really, it's not like he's dealing with internalized species-ism or anything...

[germiyahu]

Maybe an ethnostate is an inherently dangerous and immoral idea. What has happened when other people tried to establish ethnostates?

Well firstly, Israel is not an ethnostate. There is no equivalent policy of Israelification or Judaification as there was (tbh is) with Russification, or historic and contemporary Arabization, Modi's attempts at Hindutva, Erdogan's extreme backsliding into ethnonationalism, etc.

Israel is a liberal democratic state. Some Arabs rejected citizenship, as is their right to do so on principled grounds. But most other groups who are not Israeli Jews have implicitly accepted the Social Contract of a modern liberal democratic state. They receive equal rights under the Law (which is enforceable), and they're aware that they're not the majority and that not every aspect of their culture will cater to them or center them.

Most of the country coming to a standstill on Shabbat could be a sign of an ethnostate, but if municipalities don't want to observe Shabbat, there are no enforceable laws that allow anyone to stop them from ignoring Shabbat. And if there are/were, they were much more frequently levied against other Jews.

Israel has historically not cared if its non Jewish citizens practice their own faiths, speak their own languages, observe their own cultural traditions. Jews do not proselytize. If Israel truly were an ethnostate we'd see a repeat of the Edomites being forcibly converted by John Hyrcanus. The reason this hasn't happened is not because Jews are "disgusted" by Palestinians, for the record. A majority of Israeli Jews look identical to Palestinians and historically spoke Judeo-Arabic. It's simply not necessary for any government to function to pursue an assimilationist policy. It's not a priority among any stream of Judaism or any sub-cultural group of Jews.

People's discomfort with a Jewish majority state, that utterly and thoughtlessly centers Jewish culture (through symbols, the calendar, the weekly/monthly/yearly cycle, holidays, etc.) is rooted in antisemitism. Because it's abhorrent to see Jews running the show. It's new, it's weird, it's even a little insulting. It's not the Natural Order of things. It's unfair. This is a primal Judenhass gene being activated, and it applies to everything related to Jews. There's an inherent hypocrisy in most people when it comes to Jews.

Even in a country like Japan which is considered by fascists to be an Ethnostate, that belies the diversity of the country. An ethnostate is not a state with a majority or supermajority of one ethnicity, nor is it a state that has implicit biases toward that majority ethnic group. An ethnostate must legally uphold the supremacy of the ethnic group in question and at best make no attempt to extend equal rights to any minorities. At worst, it will attempt to assimilate them or exterminate them.

Secondly, what happens in real genuine ethnostates? Well to name a few examples: the Apartheid system of Imperial Russia, with the accompanying pogroms that led to the collapse of the Pale of Settlement which ushered in the largest Jewish migration in history. The effects of this system are still being felt today, not just by Jews. The whole reason Putin and most Russians feel entitled to Ukrainian land and feel threatened by a Ukrainian identity is because Russification considered Russians Belarussians and Ukrainians the same people (which meant Belarussians and Ukrainians were to be forcibly assimilated by Russians).

Here's another example: Kurds in Turkey are still not considered a legally recognized ethnic group. They can't even spell their own names correctly because they have letters in their alphabet that do not occur in Turkish, and Turkish is the only language of state (Turkey as a modern state was heavily influenced by France and it shows). Kurds are routinely suspected of being PKK members and whole towns were bulldozed to make room for Syrian refugees, as a collective punishment against the Kurdish insurgency (which restarted amid the war with ISIS).

Saudi Arabia is an ethnostate, as are most of the Gulf Monarchies. Citizenship is a privilege only enjoyed by the Khaleeji Arabs, even though they're a minority in most of their own countries. Palestine is also an ethnostate, citizenship and rights are only offered to those who are deemed Palestinians. Nobody else is allowed to live there. The Israelis who illegally live in the West Bank have to be propped up by a military occupation and have to have Israeli laws stretched over the border to encompass them, because they would not ever be allowed to even live in the West Bank, much less be afforded any rights or citizenship. This is not just Palestine's fault, this was a precedent set by Jordan. The oldest of all Jewish communities in Palestine were all cleansed by Jordanian troops, banished from their lands and never allowed to return.

I hope you can see that ethnostates are not very compatible with liberal democracies, as liberal democracies by definition and by tradition have universal human rights (at least in the West). It is authoritarian and totalitarian regimes that typically strive for an ethnostate. There are shades of ethnostatitude in democracies, such as France, which uses civic identity as the privileged "ethnicity," and that civic identity happens to be French, which means everyone must be culturally French and speak French. Though it's not violently enforced there is a state policy of ignoring all minorities and their cultures. And of course Turkey, which has always been a flawed democracy, but is increasingly becoming dictatorial and wouldn't you know, the more authoritarian it becomes, the more Turkishness is a central component of Erdogan's goals and policies.

Are there Israelis who want Israel to be an ethnostate? Why yes, but are they significant or relevant beyond appointing Ben-Gvir as a token gesture to this radical fringe? Not really, though there's an alarming capacity for them to increase their numbers. Is any of that relevant to the daily functions and moral "core" of Israel as a nation? Not at all. If you don't judge any other state by it's worst most obnoxious most supremacist actors, why judge Israel that way? Is it those Judenhass Genes again?

[elumish]

My Experience With Digital-First Royalty-Only Publishing (Part 2)

Disclaimer: just my experience, may not reflect other people's

Part 1 (What is this sort of publishing; how did I get published; what does the submission, contract, and editing process look like)

Book Release:

My [redacted] book came out in April 2024. It is available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and the publisher's own website, where it is listed for a couple dollars less than on Amazon/B&N. It's available both digitally (in multiple different file formats) and for print (paperback).

I can't speak for whether this is standard across these sorts of publishers, but it probably isn't unusual. This does mean that the book can't be available on Kindle Unlimited, given how Kindle Unlimited's requirements work.

The timing for this sort of publishing is extremely fast compared to traditional or even small-press print publishing. I signed the contract in late August 2023 and sent in the final draft to my editor in late October 2023, and the book was released in late April 2024.

Book cover:

For designing my book cover, they pointed me towards where they pull stock images from and asked me to describe the sort of cover I would want, including possible stock images. They also asked for physical characteristics of my characters, which is when I realized that I had no clue what my characters look like.

The stock image website included AI art, as well as regular non-AI stock images. I specifically requested no AI art, including no AI-generated stock images. As far as I am aware, they respected that request.

Once they created one, they sent me a mock-up and asked about minor changes (typography, etc., from what I remember). I didn't have any changes. Overall, my cover looks like what I described to them, and I'm really happy with it.

Marketing:

My marketing experience with my publisher has been decidedly underwhelming. They seem to have started to revamp their marketing process right around when my book came out, so my book didn't receive/hasn't received a huge amount of marketing support from them.

What they gave me marketing-wise: a few marketing images for pre-release/post-release, including Twitter and FB header images, etc.; general marketing guidance for what I could/should be doing; a couple of mentions on their publisher Instagram post-release and a mention in their weekly newsletter

What they didn't give me marketing-wise: connection to reviewers, including sending an ARC or providing a list of reviewers that might be good to work with; marketing materials for sites like TikTok or Instragram; a meaningful amount of airtime/mention on their accounts; a large following of their own

Overall, the marketing is what is probably most like self-publishing--a huge amount of it is on me (and I am terrible at it). It will be interesting to see what their revamp brings, but they are starting from a minimal following and not a lot of previous activity on their accounts, and so they also need to build their reach to make their marketing on their accounts more effective.

Royalties/payment:

I get paid on a monthly basis through PayPal. I also receive a royalty statement that lists days, amount/type sold, etc. so I can reconcile with what they have paid me. From what I have seen this royalty statement is pretty standard.

So far, they've been prompt and haven't had issues with payments.

However, because of (among other things) their general lack of marketing, my royalty statements have been fairly low. So far (and, granted, the book came out less than 2 months ago) I have made very little money on this.

My Path Forward:

I've thought a lot about whether I will continue to do this sort of publishing. I am currently querying my "main" books, and I don't plan to publish them through this sort of publishing, even if the publisher would likely accept them.

My contract stipulates that my publisher has right of first refusal for the rest of the books in this series. I am currently writing book two, and I plan to also write a third, as I had initially discussed with them. Beyond that, I'm not sure. I don't mind working with them as a company, but I don't know if they have the processes in place for me to make money publishing with them.

One thing I will likely do is explore other romance publishers that accept unagented submissions. They have a much lower barrier of entry and they are often willing to accept books that trad publishers might not want to spend money/reputational risk on.

As such, I would likely submit to these publishers stories that I don't think traditional publishers/agents would likely to be willing to publish, including more niche subgenres and less standard lengths that are easier to publish digitally.

Why do I redact the name of my book?

Honestly because I'm a coward and because people are weird about romance, especially certain subgenres of romance. I also plan to use this account for my main agented publishing, if I ever reach that point, and I don't necessarily want those two pen names associated.

Any other questions about this sort of publishing?

[whereserpentswalk]

You're a content creator. Or perhaps video maker is a better word. Filmaker doesn't sound right, you mostly just film yourself. But either way because you read stuff to a camera for a living everyone is telling you to get a digital voice box. You never thought of yourself as the type to become a cyborg, but it's not something you can see, and it really does get down that narration voice down more than any fleshy voice box does.

You finally cave in and get it. Your new voice is way more steady, a bit more feminine and high, strangely calmly enthusiastic. It's really weird hearing yourself talk with so little imperfections, it's not how you sound in your head at all, and all your freinds are kind of weirded out. But on the bright side your channel grows a lot, you've gained more subscribers in the month since you replaced your voice than you have in all the years when you had your biological voice. Everyone is so very proud of you, for the first time your parents actually support your job, and you have so much more to spend now.

After a few months a big network wants to sign a contract with you, it'll let you get the good sponsors, the ones that people trust, and let you crossover with content creators you only ever thought of yourself as a fan of. It seems so nice, though they do say that they can request any body part they want be replaced, or else you'll break contract, and become nothing once more.

After things go well for awhile, but your growth steadied a bit, your network request you take another mechanical body part. They say your expressions aren't very "on brand" and your face shape is a bit too 2050s for their liking, so they're going to replace some of your facial muscles with much more plyable machines. After the surgery your expressions are entirely manual, or set by an app, it skyrockets your channel, but none of your freinds or family even recognize your face, and it doesn't emote when you aren't actively telling it too, so most of your offline social interactions leave you stuck with an expressionless wide eyed stare. You realize they also added some online upgrades to your mechanical voice box, it sounds even less like you now, and you're not able to say words like 'fuck' or 'sex' or 'unionize'. You didn't realize before how horrifying it would be to try to say a specific words and not be able to, nomatter how hard you try.

Your career keeps going well, you get some upgrades that stop you from sleeping or eating that much but you don't really mind those. You also start having fewer and fewer freinds outside the industry and more and more freinds from within it. But after a minor scandal with an ex, your manager tells you you're going to get a new type of surgery: they say that it's not good for someone as famous as you to have body parts that aren't advertiser freindly, they tell you you need to have your genitals and nipples removed, with such a young audience it would be irresponsible not to. A marketing expert feigns comfort as you try to cry, telling you you'll be just like a cute little doll.

You know you can't resist. The company technically owns your face and your voice, if you tried to resist they could have them ripped out of your skull, leaving you a bloody mess. You enjoy your sex organs for the last few days you have them, trying to make the most out of what you'll probably never have again. When the operation is done you wish your eyes could still cry, your body feels so alien, your anatomy so weird and empty and like your body isn't your own. There's an awful voice in the back of your head (and in every comment section now) telling you're not a real woman anymore. You start to understand what people mean by dysphoria, your body is less and less your own every day.

Eventually they take almost all of your body, it's theirs to control. As the years go by you don't have bones you have metal and plastic, you don't have skin you have rubber that looks a lot like skin. Even your eyes are gone, you have new color changing eyes, with the same restrictive settings that Christian parents put on their children's artificial eyes, that block out things like nudity and gore, they censor away a lot of books and news articles too. You don't feel like yourself at all, you're someone else's now, someone's pretty little doll. Your body doesn't even look human now, more like a hyper feminine anime figurine, with no hair on its legs, and a face that never cries or gets angry.

You can barely look at human bodies now, they don't even read as real to you. You admire other cyborgs if anything, cyborgs who replaced their body parts because they wanted to, and look how they want, people with jailbroken limbs and organs that run on Linux, many limbed insectoids who don't try to look humanoid, and furries whose artificial skin makes them look like wolves or cats, or asymmetrical punks who have art sprawling across their metal chassises. You admire them more because at least you could in theory some day become that, become someone who owns their own body, even if most people consider them the lowest of the low, the most cringe the most unmarketable. You want so badly to become unmarketable.

Mabye you want everything to be torn away. You fantasize about your expensive body being destroyed, and ending up with boxy uncomfortable hospital model parts. Mabye if you're broken nobody will want to play with you. You don't know if anything can save you, anything short of a r*volution, and that's not even a word your eyes can see or your mouth should say, so it's so scary to think of it.

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

Y'know, for a series that's themed so heavily around deception, misplaced trust, and things not being as great as they seem, it's so interesting to me how we have a total of three characters who have stories that involve a powerful, wealthy individual manipulating them and causing them or their loved ones harm during times of financial struggle or straight-up poverty XF-Ture Tech greeted the impoverish Jeung family with the offer to pay off all of their expenses, only at the cost of their daughter, Min, becoming the Ultimate Student 12 years down the line. This led Min from ages five to seventeen to work away her entire life to achieve this goal, turning her into the perfect image of an Ultimate that Hope's Peak Academy wanted to see, at the cost of her childhood and her autonomy.

Min: I don't know why that man would sponsor some random child, nor why it would be me of all people. And I never had the time nor space to figure out the answer to that question. Min: Failure was not something I even considered, because if I failed, then there would be no future for me or my family. Min: I had simply accepted for my whole life that I would be the Ultimate Student, and I lived my life accordingly. That's why the Academy chose me.

The Lacroix family was sent into a river of debt by their daughter Rose, and when all hope seemed to be lost, Richard Spurling offered to clear her charges and pay off her fines if she decided to work under him as a painter for the Spurling Foundation. Any semblance of herself in Rose's works has now dissipated, her sense of identity only tied to the contract she signed with an angelic devil.

Rose: Forever working to pay off my mistakes, and never being able to call my art my own... This isn't the life of an artist that I wanted. It's not what anyone would want. Rose: All I do is make paintings on others' beck and call. It's been so long that I don't think I remember how to paint something original anymore. Rose: That spark of vitality is missing from anything I make. Like this painting. And I can't help but feel like I'm missing a part of myself.

Little is known about the details of Xander's story at this time, but we know enough to know that he falls into this category too. The Matthews family lived in a town with an understaffed hospital and a river as their only water source, leaving them unprepared for an incident that would gruesomely wipe them out. Meanwhile, Duke Spurling, a wealthy man in extreme power being a politician, who instead of using his power for good was, from what we can tell, sitting on his dollar bills while the innocents around him lost function in their limbs.

Xander: I read that it was like rotting from the outside in. Xander: Your limbs would stop working before your organs did, and you would lie there and feel yourself die and be unable to do anything about it. Xander: There was only one dinky understaffed hospital for miles, one that could barely handle a minor flu outbreak, much less that 'incident' Xander: I read that it took weeks before they even figured out what to do with all the bodies. They left them where they died. After all, there was no one left to move them. Xander: It was during May, that time of the year there when the temperature quickly grows to be excruciatingly hot. Xander: You know what that does to corpses, right? I'm sure the smell was unbearable--

It's just really interesting to me how this is a theme across all three characters, and I can't help but wonder if this will carry over to some of the other characters as well.

[thecampjuicebox]

How about Haarlep wanting some action and they keep draping themself over Raphael while the cambion is trying work, purring, "Come play with me~" but Raphael is having none of it and doesn't even look up at Haarlep when he shoves the incubus away. Then the he hears the voice of his little mouse whispering in his ear, "Master, please, I need you..." as their hand plucks the quill from his hand. (bonus points if this is how Raphael discovers that Haarlep even has Tav's form)

iwekbhjiwpebewo EEEEEEEEEEEEE I have no words other than LET'S DO THIS THING! I hope you enjoy!!!

Toy Mouse

Pairing: Raphael x Haarlep(in f Tav form)

Rating: 18+ NSFW, Minors DNI

POV: 3rd person

Warnings: Slight angst, smut, begging, p in v intercourse, cumming inside

Words flow over parchment, quill scratching infernal text in jet black ink. Raphael scribbles along the page with intent. Contracts must be written, names must be signed, work must be done. The cambion pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger with a tired sigh, quill still resting in his right hand. He's been at his desk for hours, working his hands and his mind sore. Raw with knowledge and grammar and proper terms to close any potential loophole in the contracts he's drafting. From across the room, a quiet whine breaks through the scribbling noises. "Raphael.." Haarlep groans, tail swishing and slapping around the backs of his legs. He saunters over to the cambion's desk, intent on lapping up all of Raphael's attention. "Come play with me." His voice is hot and breathy.

"Not now, Haarlep. I'm far too busy." the devil hisses, rolling up the finished scroll and quickly reaching for a blank page, smoothing it out in front of him. He dips the quill into his pot of ink and begins to write, infernal scribe glowing and settling into the paper with a sizzle of red magic. Haarlep whines again and drapes his arms over Raphael's shoulders from behind his chair. The writing pauses and Raphael shrugs his shoulders to move the incubus' arms off of him. "Gods, not now!" Raphael's voice is stern. Frustration coating each word in a thick layer of all too familiar seriousness. He can't be bothered to entertain the incubus right now, and gods is Haarlep stubborn when he's in the mood.

Taking a step back from the clearly irritated devil, he crosses his arms over his muscular chest and taps his foot against the marble floor in thought. Surely there's some way he can get Raphael to take a break from his mind numbing work for some much more mentally and physically stimulating sex. Slow sways of his hips and careful steps carry him toward the back of Raphael's chair once more, a foot kicking up and under the seat to pull the chair away from the desk. Ink splatters across the parchment, ruining the almost finished contract. With a chuckle, Haarlep walks around to Raphael's front, taking a seat on the cambion's lap, arms encircling his neck. "Raphael please.." A quiet groan escapes Haarlep's lips as he wiggles his ass against Raphael's lap.

Without a word, Raphael shoves Haarlep to the floor with a loud thud. The incubus sits there for a moment. Stunned. Embarrassed. Anger nips at his heals and he stands to brush himself off before shoving the chair close to the desk again. "Have it your way, devil" he spits. With a grunt, Raphael places his palms flat on the polished wooden desk, staring down at the ruined parchment in front of him. He huffs at Haarlep's dramatics and smooths a hand over the paper, magic swirling around its surface to clean the mess of ink and infernal, clearing the sheet and allowing Raphael to begin again. Finally, the room falls quiet and the devil revels in the comfortable silence. The gentle scratching of his quill on the parchment resumes when an unexpected yet familiar voice mumbles softly into his ear, hands resting at the stiffest part of his shoulders.

"Master.. I need you.. Please." The voice is sweet like nectar and makes Raphael's hairs stand on end. Warmth pools in his belly as the hands on his shoulders rub slow circles into the tense muscles, lips pressing sloppy kisses to the side of his neck, up his jaw, and to his ear once more. "Gods, Mouse.." her murmurs. Wait. Mouse? It can't be.. The heat in his abdomen trickles further down, his cock stiffening with each bruising kiss to his burning hot skin. "How did you-" Mouse presses her chest against his back, one hand reaching out to pluck the quill from his tired fingers. She sets it back into the ink pot and giggles sweetly into the devil's ear, that same hand reaching down to massage the growing bulge beneath Raphael's leathers. "Shhh.. Come play with me." She whispers, pausing her hand to grip the now aching erection tightly, feeling it pulse and twitch in her palm. Raphael inhales sharply through gritted teeth. He couldn't say no even if he wanted to. Not to his sweet little mouse.

Turning his head to get a glimpse of her over his shoulder, his pupils blow wide with desire. She's already mostly naked for him, only a thin layer of burgundy silk draped over her shoulders in the form of a robe he had gifted her. The silk ribbon that holds the robe closed swings at her curvaceous hips and his mouth waters at the sight. The way the fabric frames her body. How it drapes and how the color stands out against her skin. She's truly a sight to behold. How she got into the boudoir in the first place eludes him, and frankly, is the least of his worries in this very moment. With a careful swing of her leg, Mouse climbs her way onto Raphael's lap, straddling his legs with ease. His hands instinctively find the naked globes of her ass to hold her steady. "You're absolutely ravishing, little Mouse.. I've missed you so." Each words spills out between kisses to her bare chest. She tilts her head back and allows Raphael more room to assault her with kisses and bites, a soft yelp escaping her lips as his lips grab hold of one of her sensitive nipples.

Raphael's tongue rolls the now erect nipple back and forth between his lips, sucking and tugging, the already sensitive skin on the brink of overstimulation. One hand moves to her opposite breast and grabs hold, nails sinking into the plush flesh. "Fuck, Raphael.." Mouse whines, one hand reaching down to skillfully untie his leathers, the other moving up through the back of his loose curls, tangling there. Her hips buck forward in excitement. Arousal coats the inside of her thighs now, making a mess of the front of Raphael's leathers. He grins up at her, continuing the rough sucking on her nipple before finally releasing it with a pop and moving to the other. Sharp teeth sink themselves into the flesh just above her nipple. Blood bubbles up through the little indents, a skillful tongue lapping at the metallic fluid. "I n-need.." Mouse groans, the hand in Raphael's hair now gripping firmly to tug his mouth away from her breast. "What do you need, little Mouse? Use your words." Her teeth catch her full bottom lip before she speaks, her hand finally freeing Raphael's erection from it's leather prison. Her cunt aches. Her walls flutter around the emptiness. "I need you to fuck me." She says quietly, voice desperate and breathy, hand pumping the angry erection carefully.

A shiny bead of precum rests just at the tip of Raphael's cock, a clear indicator of his eagerness to fill Mouse to the brim. She swipes her thumb over the tip, collecting the bead, and swiftly bringing it to her lips, tongue flicking out to taste the salty fluid. Without hesitation, Raphael moves his hands under her thighs to lift her up just enough to guide his cock inside of her with ease. She's soaked for him, and the stretch burns in the sweetest way. The two lovers sigh heavily. Connection at last. Lightning bolts of pleasure shoot up mouse's spine as Raphael bottoms out. He works his hips up in a slow thrust at first. Then faster. And faster. And rougher. Thighs collide with loud slaps, Raphael's nails digging firmly into the supple flesh of Mouse's ass cheeks. Both of her hands find stability on his shoulders as she rides him, little black specks invading her vision at the constant assault on her cervix. Surely she'll bruise, but she doesn't care. Not in the slightest.

Raphael quickly nears his end and his thrusts lose their rhythm. One of Mouse's hands breaks the closeness between them to work at her swollen clit, trying desperately to match Raphael's erratic thrusts with her own. Loud moans and whimpers turn to strained yelps and then to silent gasps for air. Raphael, of course, finishes first, hips halting as he spews deep inside of Mouse's cunt. Her walls painted milky white, she continues the quick circles on her clit, bouncing on Raphael's still rock solid cock. He groans at the sensation, trying his best to keep his composure while he watches her finish herself off. Greedy hands knead at her breasts. Lips attach themselves to the side of her neck, sucking little purple rings into the skin there. Finally, Mouse topples over the edge of ecstasy, her walls tightening in a vice grip around Raphael's cock and Gods, he could absolutely cum again just from the sight of her falling apart in his lap.

Chests heave in exhaustion. Little gasps for air and chuckles fill the room. "You did so well, Mouse.." Raphael coos. She presses a kiss to his cheek, lips curved into a smirk. He quirks an eyebrow at her and rests his hands on her hips, thumbs rubbing back and forth against the sweaty skin. In an instant, sparkling red magic swirls around the cambion and none other than Haarlep appears on his lap. The incubus continues breathing heavily, an absolutely evil grin plastered on his lips while his hands meet Raphael's at his hips. "What in the Nine Hells!?" Raphael shouts loudly, Haarlep leaning in to press his forehead against the devil's to quiet him. He mumbles softly, breath coasting over the cambion's parted lips.

"Tell me again how well I did for you, Master. I love when you praise me like that."

[skullhorn59]

Heavenly Hell

A/N: the story inspired by a daydream, and the name by @hazelfoureyes (sorry not sorry for the tag :P), I cooked up another fic. sinners - enjoy. >:3 Tags/Warnings are added progressively, design changed/fixed with time. mostly proofread! Summary: you have always been a fan of the show Hazbin Hotel in your life - and as you are spawned in a Hell identically matching the Show, you can't believe your sheer luck. you're immediately on your way to eagerly meet the celebrities (at least they are in your world), but your arrival hadn't gone unnoticed... Pairings: Lucifer, Valentino, Adam, Alastor, Vox, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Husk x Fem!Reader Tags/Warnings: self aware and insecure Reader, Spoilers for the Show

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Minors DNI 🚨🚔

The moment you open your eyes, you see red. red above you, red around you, red everywhere.

Are you dreaming..?

Your other senses begin returning to you, and you groan in pain. your entire body aches as you force yourself to stand up. where were you? you sure weren't dreaming, judging by your physical pain.

Wait a damn minute. your body changed. you can feel more muscles aching, in places where none have been before. testingly moving those muscles, you are taken aback. the position of your ears changed. and you even... have a tail?

Looking around, you seem to be in a city, glamoured by a red pentagram in the red sky. lights everywhere, a familiar tower in the distance, and you can even feel the bass from the music of the clubs that are all around. wait. your eyes shoot back, and you squint at the tower in the distance. are those three V's at the front..?

Wait.

You've seen that tower before.

In one of your favorite shows.

Hazbin Hotel.

As the realization hits you like a freight train, your blood runs cold. but with more excitement than dread. did you die and spawn in the Show??? was everyone from it gonna be here, alive (well - undead rather) and kicking?? when did you spawn here? before the extermination?? after?? who was gonna be there??

You take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. but who did you want to find first? Valentino? Vox? Lucifer? Alastor? someone entirely different?

You do think about going to the Hotel first, but judging by where you've stranded, it would be a lot quicker to go take a look for the Vee's first. and knowing good ol' Alastor, you think with a scrunch to your face, he would likely snatch up your soul right away, should he find out you've only just gotten here.

Nah - no way you are risking that.

At least for now.

And so - you have a makeshift goal. doing your best to keep your excitement at bay as you begin walking towards the Tower, you think about what kind of excuse you'll make up to be able to even see one of the Vee's upclose, let alone get away without having to sign a contract in the end.

Offering them your soul? - immediate no. suggesting to work for them? - as bad as the first, so hard no.

Glancing in between buildings from time towards the Vee's Tower to make sure you're still on the right track, you furrow your brows in thought.

Hmm.. there has to be a way.

Coming to a stop infront of your destination before you could think of something, you feel your heart flutter against your chest. a rare occurance - but all the more fitting. looking up and along the tower to the three V signs, you give your braincells another kick. and suddenly - they kick back.

Information!

Yes! that's it, you can give all of them valuable information! and in return.. ohoho. so many things you could ask for. you are definitely gonna go see Vox first. you have so much to sell him, it's almost depressing. but Val..? you don't have very much that's of use to him. maybe you can somehow convince Vox to get you a... talk... with his fellow Vee. surpressing a smirk, you look forward again, internally preparing your introverted body and mind for the upcoming social interactions.

The doors glide open quietly, as expected, and you step in, immediately being hit by a wall of cool air from an air conditioner above. it's like entering a store, you think.

With a rather fast glance around, you're greeted with a Luxurious Lobby. snuggled into the far right corner, there's a reception, with a bored looking demon behind it. a camera is seated in the corner above it, with Vox's signature line on it. you can spot another one placed in the opposite corner as your eyes search around the ceiling corners.

Red Armchairs instead of regular Chairs are generously placed in the three leftover corners of the room and a few along the left wall too, low coffee tables in between. as your gaze rises along the wall, you see lots of Voxtek advertisements as well as a few screens that almost lazily switch between even more ads. you can't help but take a step closer, your eyes flitting over each and every one of them with barely held back interest, trying to take it all in at once.

Until the sound of someone clearing their throat brings you back to where you were. oops. you turn your head to where it came from, and you see the receptionist almost glare at you over their glasses. you can't tell their gender at first glance - and you aren't gonna assume it.

So you walk over to them, your eyes somewhere near their face, but not actively looking into it, you're still exploring your surroundings a little. you start speaking, insecure from the moment they laid eyes on you. "uh, hello.. I'm uhm.. here to see.." what should you call him? best to go with the most polite one you can think of. "Mr Vox." taking a deep breath, you fiddle your hands together while you continue. "I have information for him that he's.. gonna want to hear."

The Receptionist raises an eyebrow at you, but before they can respond, you hear a noise that reminds you of electric current, and you feel a cool hand on your shoulder, sharp claws firmly placed on your thin clothing, but they aren't piercing through. and before you can process everything, you hear a very familiar voice speak. you gulp.

"Information, you say? sounds like something we should discuss in my office, privately."

─❲♡❳▷Hazbin Masterlist ─❲♡❳▷Main List

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Two broken pieces

Pairing: modern!Sihtric x reader (female)

Authors note: thank you so much @gemini-mama and @st-eve-barnes for helping me to overcome my doubts. I appreciate your feedback and comments enourmously. I've never written anything like this before, so I was (I still am) very insecure about posting this

Summary: plot? never heard of it, pure smut with some minor good old pole-dancer/whore meeting a successeful businessman background story (oh my gosh, it sounds so like Pretty Woman 😅)

Please read the warnings!

Warnings: SMUT 18+, sub & dom dynamics, slapping, restraining, orgasm denial, slight degradation, masturbation, oral (m receiving), p in v sex

Word Count: 5,3 K

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The black velvet blazer fit him perfectly, contrasting with the casually unbuttoned, dazzling white shirt. His stern, piercing gaze, accentuated by mismatched eyes, seemed to penetrate through the TV screen. The impeccably groomed goatee and dark hair pulled back into a bun added to his image of rugged, almost intimidating masculinity. And those rings—wow. You exhaled deeply as your eyes drifted to his hands; thick metal rings adorned his fingers, complemented by weighty bracelets around his wrist. It had been your suggestion to hire a stylist for his public appearances, and it had evidently paid off.

It was Sihtric Kjartansson, the youngest CEO in the history of Dunholm Holdings, one of the most feared and envied figures in the stock market. A corporate raider, he acquired, dismantled, and sold companies with unprecedented profit margins. A quick and ruthless predator with an uncanny knack for timing—trading like a Wall Street shark, one of the most sought-after bachelors in the country, and your fiancé, was addressing the press about his latest acquisition: a renowned family business rumoured to be facing financial difficulties.

You settled back into the large, brown leather chair, tilting your head to the side as you scrutinised his face. Pure calmness emanated from him, not a muscle twitching in his handsome, sharply defined features. His steady, firm voice cut through the whirl of voices as he, with a playful smirk on his lips, selected reporters to field questions, pointing at them nonchalantly with his index finger. You knew him too well to be deceived by that perfect facade. You could discern it in his eyes—the dark, almost empty gaze, the absent and inward look, the tapping of fingers against the desk on the rostrum, betraying his underlying agitation.

You rose from your seat and made your way to the table, retrieving your phone and waiting. In the background, the TV murmured, and you recognized the unmistakable Irish-accented voice of Finan—Sihtric’s right-hand man and long-standing friend—announcing the end of the press conference and expressing gratitude to everyone. One, two, three... you counted, and just as you drew breath to resume, the phone rang. You answered it promptly.

“Hey, I saw you,” you whispered softly, bringing the phone closer to your ear. You wanted him to know that you had been watching, that you knew how he felt.

"I need you," came the hoarse voice from the other end, tinged with frustration and impatience.

"I'm waiting. You have 30 minutes," you replied, the shift in your tone from gentle to assertive prompting a groan from the caller.

"I'm on the other side of the city; I can't make it in 30 minutes," Sihtric's voice carried a hint of alarm.

"Then I suggest you not waste your time," you purred, moving the phone away from your ear and pressing the red button to end the call.

Pausing for a moment, you regarded the phone in your hand, before searching for another number and dialling.

"Hey, Finny! You both pulled it off again," you exclaimed into the phone.

"Hey! Yeah, the contract is signed. Negotiations were tough, though. Sihtric handled most of it, as usual. You know him," Finan's voice sounded proud but fatigued.

"How difficult was it?"

"On a scale from 1 to 10, it was a 12. They treated us like a charity organisation, so Sihtric had to be exceptionally firm, but he handled it flawlessly. You know how ruthless he can be in business. You should have seen him, babydoll," Finan continued, and you smirked at his choice of words. "Why don't you give him a call? The press conference just ended."

"Okay, I'll do that! Bye!" you ended the call with a pensive smile. Finan had provided all the necessary details; now you knew what to anticipate, and you had half an hour to prepare.

"Be reasonable, there's no way I can—" the sound of short beeps in Sihtric’s ear signalled that you had hung up. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath, tucking his phone away in the back pocket of his jeans and casting a worried glance at his watch.

"Where is my car?" he barked at the pale-faced assistant beside him. Sihtric never bothered to remember their names; they changed too often. Not a single one had lasted longer than a few months. It was annoying; the youth these days lacked resilience.

He recalled his own beginnings as a personal assistant to Uhtred, one of the biggest Wall Street whales of his time. Freshly graduated as the top in his class, he had thought he knew everything about business and economics. What a fool he had been! There was no regulated working time, no weekends, no holidays. "Stock markets don't sleep," Uhtred had taught him. And he didn't complain; he just learned, absorbing all the strategies, all the advice, everything his boss could offer. He would have followed him to hell and back if needed. That was the real-life education, and that was what had brought him to where he was now.

"I'll call the driver right away, Mr. Kjartansson. You didn't mention you needed the car directly after the press conference," the youngster stammered, pulling out his phone with trembling hands.

"Useless idiot," Sihtric snorted in growing frustration. "Did you think I'm going to walk home or what?"

"Why do you always have to pick such brainless idiots?" Sihtric shouted to Finan, who appeared just around the corner.

"Because nobody in this damn city wants to work for you anymore," Finan snorted back. "They're all terrified of you. And you're not making it any easier." Finan approached his friend, placing a calming hand on Sihtric's shoulder. "The last one quit because you wanted to throw knives at him."

"I didn't actually want to throw knives at him; I just asked him to hold the target. I needed a distraction, to come up with that perfect strategy to ram the gates of that shipbuilding company," Sihtric objected with a shrug.

"Yeah, sure," Finan smirked, suppressing a chuckle. He wanted to add something more, but the pale-faced assistant, with evident black rings under his eyes, interjected, announcing that Mr. Kjartansson's car was waiting. Sihtric promptly turned on his heels and headed towards the doors, casually waving goodbye to his friend as he departed.

"Damn it, " Sihtric growled in frustration. "Can't you move any faster?"

"Sir, we're completely stuck. Nothing's budging. Looks like there's been an accident or something blocking the road," the driver gestured towards the long line of cars ahead.

Sihtric glanced at his watch again, nervously tugging at his collar.

"Why the hell didn't you choose another route? I'll walk! And don't expect me to pay for the extra time you'll be stuck in this traffic jam. It's your own fault," Sihtric bellowed, swinging the door open.

"But, Sir..." the driver's attempt to protest was silenced by Sihtric's furious glare. "Shut up, or you can start looking for another job," Sihtric growled, slamming the door shut with such force that the driver flinched in his seat.

Sihtric unbuttoned another button of his shirt and began to stride away, his long, hurried steps quickly escalating into a near run. He was inevitably going to be late.

The silence that enveloped him as Sihtric finally swung open the doors of his house was almost eerie. After casting an inquisitive glance around the spacious living room and the adjoining open kitchen, he checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time and swallowed hard. He took off his shoes and socks. Slipping off his chic velvet blazer, he casually tossed it over his shoulder and began to ascend the stairs to the second floor.

The house was expansive; while the first floor boasted only the immensely large living room with its breathtaking view of the garden and the kitchen, the second floor comprised several bedrooms with attached bathrooms and walk-in closets, a library and an office.

Sihtric had recently purchased the house. Situated in the most upscale neighbourhood, it had cost him a small fortune, but as it was his engagement gift to you, he wanted it to be absolutely perfect. Any ordinary man might have bought you a ring, but not Sihtric. That would have been too conventional for him. Instead, he bought you a house—a tangible symbol of his desire for you to become an integral part of his life, his home, his sanctuary to return to after an exhausting working day.

The last stair squeaked under Sihtric's foot, prompting a mental note that it needed fixing. The corridor was carpeted, muffling his footsteps as he made his way to the only room he knew you might be in—the large, spacious master bedroom, the only one fully furnished and ready for occupancy. All the other rooms were still undergoing renovation, the scent of fresh paint lingering in the air.

The door was slightly ajar, allowing a glimpse of the dusky, crimson light within, suggesting that the thick red curtains you had personally chosen were likely half-drawn, allowing only a faint amount of light to filter through.

Sihtric pressed his slightly sweaty palm against the door and pushed it open, his breath quickening as he stepped into the semi-darkness of the bedroom. Though it was too dark to see clearly, he immediately recognised your silhouette in the large leather armchair positioned by the window—your bare, long, slender legs crossed, hands resting on the armrests, fingers tapping impatiently.

Sihtric's breath caught in his chest at the sight before him. Gosh, you were stunning. The faint light filtering through the curtains behind you made your silhouette almost ethereal. You were wearing that black bodysuit he adored, accentuating all your curves perfectly. Your hair pulled back, revealing your high forehead and incredibly large, captivating eyes, which scrutinised him disapprovingly.

"You're late," you said, tilting your head slightly as you surveyed him from head to toe.

A muffled groan escaped Sihtric's throat at the sound of your soft, velvety voice washing over him like a soothing balm, alerting his senses, and he felt a sudden tightness in his pants.

"Five minutes. It wasn't my fault..." Sihtric's husky voice trembled ever so slightly, betraying the anxiety coursing through his veins and causing his chest to heave more heavily with each breath. He still hadn't moved away from the door.

"Excuses, always just pathetic excuses!" you scoffed, firmly planting both feet on the ground as you gracefully rose from the chair, pushing yourself up with your hands. Sihtric's pupils widened as he followed your every movement, swallowing you with his eyes.

"It really wasn't..." he began, but quickly swallowed his words as you raised your arm warningly.

"Quiet," it was not a plea; it was an order, a command not to be disobeyed. "Who do you think you are to make me wait?"

Sihtric wasn't sure if it was really a question. "I... the traffic jam... there was an accident... the highway was blocked," he mumbled, his eyes glued to your form, unable to avert his gaze as you slowly, with determined steps, moved closer to him.

"That's not what I asked. Spare me your pitiful excuses," you had reached Sihtric and stood just before him, looking sternly up into his mismatched eyes. You were so much smaller than him, a fragile doll compared to Sihtric's well-built, muscular frame towering over you. "You have upset your queen, and you will be punished for that," your eyes darkened with disapproval as they glided over his face. 

Sihtric leaned heavily against the door, closing it with his weight, his fingers let go of his blazer, letting it fall down on the floor. Slowly, you raised your hand and Sihtric closed his eyes, freezing as if in anticipation. You could hear him holding his breath and he flinched the moment your palm cupped his warm cheek, your thumb moving over his full, sensual lips, parting instantly at your touch.

"Yes, my queen," he whispered, nuzzling against your palm, his breath uneven, sweat beads glistening on his forehead.

You took your time to admire his handsome face, your eyes lingering for a moment on the long scar on his forehead and then sliding further to the smaller one on his right cheek just beneath the eye. They were barely visible under the layer of makeup the stylist had applied to conceal them, but you knew exactly where they were, and you knew there were more hidden beneath his perfect white shirt.

You knew their origins and that the hand that had etched them into Sihtric’s body had left even deeper marks on his soul. You loved this man with all your heart, every part of him, all the dark corners of his soul and mind as well as the bright ones. You loved the real him, not just the shiny, attractive facade of a successful businessman and millionaire. You loved him more than yourself, more than anything. If the need arose, you would readily give your life for him, and you were sure he would do the same for you. You needed him as much as he needed you; you just fit together—two broken pieces, creating something whole only when joined.

You took a swing, and the resounding smack of your hand colliding with Sihtric’s cheek made you flinch, feeling a hot sting in your palm. The moan that escaped his lips made you grin as you slapped him again, channelling all your strength into your delicate hand, knowing that your palm would probably burn even more than his cheek afterward. Sihtric’s head jerked to the side, and you heard a sharp exhale escape his chest.

"You’ve been a mean boy today. Haven’t you?" you purred, caressing his reddened cheek with the back of your palm. "Tell me, what do you think would be an appropriate punishment for disobeying your queen?" You took hold of his chin and turned his head to face you. "Look at me!" you commanded, and Sihtric instantly obeyed, his eyes fluttering wide open, a hazy gleam in them.

"I've been very bad today, my queen, I deserve all your wrath," Sihtric breathed, lust and longing dripping from his hoarse voice, causing the tiny hairs on your skin to stand on end. The heat pooling in your lower abdomen and slowly spreading throughout your body became distracting. You shook your head, trying to regain your concentration, to shift your mind away from your throbbing, soaked centre.

You had met several years ago in a brothel where you were working. He – a young, handsome, aspiring, and ambitious businessman who had already made his first successful steps in the fast currents of the stock market, mentored by Uhtred, one of the most influential figures in the scene. You – a pole dancer and a part-time sex worker, feeling disillusioned with life.

At just 18, you fled your parents' house to escape the never-ending brawls fueled by alcohol and drugs. After several unsuccessful attempts at securing a somewhat decent job, all of which ended abruptly due to the harsh reality that they couldn't even cover the rent for your small, shabby outskirts apartment, you reluctantly accepted the tempting offer to earn some money by pole dancing at the "local recreation club"—at least that's what the slimy guy next door, who proposed the job to you, called it. It was only later that you discovered it also involved satisfying other establishment clients' needs. There hadn't been much of a choice between accepting it or winding up on the streets.

Sihtric's busy schedule and lack of time for real relationships had made him a frequent visitor to the red-light district, and one fateful night, your paths crossed. You knew exactly what had drawn you to the handsome, slightly shy, but very kind young man. It was his eyes—their deep, expressive gaze seemed to penetrate the very depths of your soul, devoid of judgement, contempt, or prejudice, but filled with tenderness and acceptance. From the first time you served him, he treated you with respect and gentleness, a rarity in your line of work, and you reciprocated it.

Soon, he became your regular customer, and often after a passionate fuck, you found yourself cuddled against his muscular chest, just talking. He was the first to notice the small scars on your forearms. With him, you felt an unusual sense of security, and after a moment of hesitation you finally told him about that indescribable void—the feeling of being unimportant, unwanted, a failure, and a constant source of disappointment—that had driven you to cut yourself in a desperate attempt to feel something other than overwhelming shame about your own existence. It was likely the first time someone had truly listened to you, drawing you closer and whispering comforting words in your ear.

You still vividly remembered the first time he asked you to slap him. Initially, you thought it was a jest, but his serious expression and expectant gaze made it clear he was sincere. He quickly averted his eyes, as if ashamed of his request, anticipating your judgement. Yet, you didn't judge him; why would you? You understood him and accepted him completely. It was perhaps in that moment that you realised you loved him.

“I was waiting for you,” you continued, your voice low, tinged with resentment “Look what you've done to me,” you took Sihtric’s hand and pressed it to your centre, letting him feel how soaked wet your bodysuit was there. The violent sound, something between a wild groan and moan, that escaped his lips made you shiver.

“On your knees!” you ordered. Sihtric’s hand was still between your thighs as he bared his teeth and growled in response.

“You dare to object?” You exclaimed, your voice taking on a hard edge. “You dare to disobey your queen?”

“No, my queen,” he breathed barely audibly, retrieving his hand and starting to slowly slide down to the ground, his back pressed against the door, his dark, hazy eyes never leaving yours. He paused for a moment, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, before his knees crushed against the floor, his hands resting on his thighs, gaze upwards, awaiting your next command.

“Take off your shirt,” you ordered in the same stern voice, turning your back to Sihtric and heading to the closet. As you opened the drawer, you cast an inquiring look back at Sihtric, who was obediently unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers and letting it fall to the ground, his eyes not leaving you. 

You swallowed hard at the sight of his incredibly muscular, well-chiselled upper body, feeling  your breath picking up as your eyes skimmed his abdomen, lingered on his biceps, and travelled further to his hands and ring adorned fingers, resting on his thighs. What had you done to deserve this man in your life, you wondered, tracing your fingers over a black leather collar and a matching metallic leash, that you finally took out of the drawer and headed back to Sihtric.

“You know your queen loves you,” you whispered in his ear as you leaned closer and started attaching the collar around his neck.

“I never doubt that,” Sihtric murmured, tilting his head to give you better access to his neck, while you secured the leash to the collar, wrapping it around your hand. 

“Good, and do you love your queen?” you asked, casually holding his chin.

“Always,” he answered, licking his lips. Your faces were just centimetres apart and you breathed him in. His cologne mixed with the faint scent of his sweat, made your head spin slightly. Unable to resist, you leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips. Playfully, you teased him, running the tip of your tongue over his lips, and Sihtric let out a low groan, his arms instantly reaching out to pull you closer.

“Oh no,” you grinned, as you ran your teeth along his lower lip and bit down, hard enough to draw blood and make him moan in frustration, as you slapped his hands away from your body. “You haven’t deserved that. Not yet,” you smirked, straightening up and simultaneously pulling him away from your lips by the leash.

“Please,” Sihtric whined, “I want to touch you. Let me touch you, please.”

“You want to touch me?” you asked, a sly smile appearing on your lips as you tilted your head, relishing at the pleading look in his eyes. “I think I know a perfect punishment for you, darling,” you pulled Sihtric to his feet by the leash, turned and started walking towards the closet.

Retrieving something from the upper drawer, you made your way back to the big leather armchair by the window, where you had been sitting just moments before, with Sihtric  following behind. Reaching your destination, you pulled him in front of you and gently pushed backward into the chair.

"Are you going to be good now?" you purred, beginning to circle around the chair.

"I'm going to be good, I promise," Sihtric replied, his eyes following your movements.

"Your hands, bad boy," you whispered in Sihtric's ear from behind, brushing your lips against his earlobe and teasing it slightly with your teeth. Sihtric stretched his left arm toward you, inhaling deeply at the familiar sound of handcuffs snapping shut and the sensation of metal against his wrist. "And now the other one," you demanded, guiding his arm behind the back of the chair.

"Good boy," you praised him, securing the handcuffs around his other wrist, which he had obediently stretched behind his back, and fastening them under a hook attached to the back of the chair, placed there precisely for this purpose.

"I want you to watch," you smiled sweetly as you placed your palm on Sihtric's shoulder and moved around him, positioning yourself just in front of him. You started to pull your bodysuit off your shoulders.

With every movement, Sihtric's breath quickened. You could see his pupils widen and hear him swallow hard as you began to slide the bodysuit down your hips. Letting the fabric glide down your legs, you stepped out of it gracefully, standing before Sihtric in your black lacy underwear.

Taking a step forward, you watched as Sihtric's thighs instinctively spread to make space for you. Leaning in, you placed a teasing kiss on the corner of his mouth, eliciting a disappointed groan from him. You trailed your fingers over his bare chest, down to his abs, stopping just at the hem of his jeans and just watched how his muscles tensed, his breath quivering and hips subtly rolling into your touch.

"What a greedy and impatient boy you are today," you smirked, the teasing smile playing on your lips as you stepped back until you reached the edge of the bed. The guttural growl that escaped Sihtric as you sat down, spreading your legs and licking your fingers, made your grin of satisfaction spread all over your face. Slowly, so slowly for him to see your every movement, you reached for your centre, pushed your panties aside and started to rub your pulsing clit. 

Sihtric didn’t even try to suppress the desperate moan that rolled over his lips as he shifted nervously in his chair, spreading his thighs as much as he could, in an attempt to lessen the pressure, his cock painfully hard in his pants.

“Just watch,” you purred, leaning back on your elbow, gathering the arousal from your folds and continuing to circle your clit with your index finger. You didn’t need much, you were dripping wet almost from the very moment Sihtric had entered the room. You pushed your finger inside you and your hips started to move up and down, accompanied by your moans, getting louder and louder.

“Fuck,” you heard Sihtric cursing and groaning, tugging at his handcuffs. “Don’t do this to me. You are driving me mad.”

This was the last bit you needed. “Ahhh, fuck,” you whined, pressing another finger inside you, while your thumb continued to rub your sensitive bundle. With a loud moan you came on your fingers and let yourself fall back onto the bed, your breath heaving.

As you finally gathered yourself and raised from the bed, you were met by a pair of feral  eyes, gleaming with lust from behind wild strands of hair falling in Sihtric’s face.

“Oh my, what do we have here?” you asked, furrowing a brow, as you neared him again and palmed his rock hard cock through his jeans. Sihtric groaned and eagerly bucked his hips against your hand. 

Sinking down to the floor, you positioned yourself comfortably between his spread thighs and started unfastening his belt and opening the zipper. 

“Mmmmm, just look at you, all hard and dripping for me,” you mused as you finally freed his erection. You felt your mouth watering as you looked at his perfectly formed long cock, a thick vein running from the base to its red tip. You wrapped your fingers around it and gave it a slow stroke. Placing your lips on Sihtric’s inner thigh, you started to kiss your way up towards his throbbing length.

“Fuuuuck,” Sihtric breathed out as your lips reached the base of his cock and you gave it a teasing lick from base to tip. You wrapped your lips around it and slowly took him in, the salty taste of his precum on your tongue, inflaming you again. You started to move your head up and down his length, the wanton moans and hisses leaving Sihtric, spurring you on. 

You stopped the moment his hips started to move against you, thrusting into your mouth.

“Don’t,” you hissed, looking up in his lust hazed eyes.

“I’m sorry, I won’t.” 

As soon as you resumed your ministrations Sihtric’s breath became ragged again, his whole body quivering in tension while he tried to remain still and prevent his hips from moving. From the way Sihtric’s eyes were rolling back in his head, his chest heaving in the rhythm of each breath, you could easily tell he was close, almost on the verge of losing control, as you pulled back and released his pulsing cock.

“You know the rules,” your voice had again that sharp warning edge.

“Yes, I do,” Sihtric groaned, leaning his head against the back of the chair and breathing heavily.

“Good, you can be such a good boy, if you make an effort,” you cooed, stretching out your tongue and starting all over again. 

“Please, stop. I can’t anymore. Let me cum, please,” Sihtric mewled as you had brought him to the edge already four times, withdrawing whenever he was about to peak.

“Don’t expect me to go easy on you,” you looked into the dazed eyes of your hard breathing fiance, looking a complete mess. 

“Please, just let me cum,” he whispered and closed his eyes, light shudders shaking his body.

“Do you think you deserve it? You are so selfish. You want to cum and leave your queen unsatisfied?” your voice was tinged with resentment while your eyes gleamed mischievously,  as you unfastened your bra and threw it at him, followed by your panties just a moment later. 

“No, my queen. I’m sorry.” 

“Spare me your apologies!” you hissed, straddling him. "Look at me!" you ordered, slapping him again, making his head snap to the side. Sihtric obediently moved his head back to face you, his eyes fluttering open. Your gazes locked, and you found yourself choking on your own breath from the love and devotion in his large, mismatched eyes. Cupping his face with your palms, you leaned in to kiss him, swallowing the moan vibrating through his body. Sihtric parted his lips to welcome you and your tongue slipped inside, finding his, twisting around it, lapping, sucking and teasing. Arousal pulsing through every cell of your body, you fought against the desire to fuck him there and now, but you lost the uneven battle.

Burning with the need to finally feel him inside you, you aligned his cock with your entrance and sank down, taking him in until the very end of his rigid shaft, savouring the pleasant stretch. After all this time you still needed a moment to adjust to his size, before starting to move your hips, setting an ever fastening pace.

Feeling Sihtric straining against the handcuffs in a desperate want to free his hands and touch you, you tangled your fingers in his dishevelled hair and pulled hard, jerking his head back and exposing his throat to you. 

“Mark me, my queen. I’m yours,” Sihtric moaned and you buried your teeth in his sensitive skin. You were aware that the marks your lips and teeth left on his neck will be quite visible, but you couldn’t care less. Inebriated by your approaching climax, you started to move faster. You rode him with unwavering determination, straining your vagina muscles around him, feeling each and every inch of him brushing against your walls and bringing you both closer to the edge with each movement of your hips. 

“Move!” you whispered firmly in Sihtric’s ear, and his hips immediately started to thrust up into you, hitting that sweet, swollen spot inside you, that brought you closer and closer to seeing stars. Your clit brushed against his pelvis, intensifying the sensation and your head instinctively snapped back from the ferocity of pleasure building up within you.

“Please, allow me to cum,” a hoarse whisper left Sihtric’s lips as his eyes rolled back into his head. 

You were almost gone, almost over the edge, as you wildly bounced on Sihtric’s cock, your nails digging into his shoulders, holding on to him. Eyes half lid you watched him struggle to keep it together, knowing he wouldn’t come without your permission.

“Please,” he begged again, his lips barely moving from the self restraint.

“Keep going, yes, just like that. Oh my God, don’t you dare to stop. Fuck, aaahhhh!” You screamed as your climax started washing over you, your walls clenching around Sihtric’s cock and as if through a thick fog you heard yourself giving the command he so desperately waited. “Go on, cum for me, bad boy. Cum for your queen.”

An animalistic groan left Sihtric’s lips as he finally let go and you both moaned in unison, waves of pure ecstasy shuddering your bodies and wiping everything in its way. There was nothing else, just the two of you, immersed in a bubble of elevation and pure happiness. It was overwhelming, almost too much but simultaneously so indescribably blissful to feel Sihtric’s cock twitching within you, imprinting your walls and filling you up with his warm seed. You collapsed against Sihtric’s naked chest, breathing hard, his racing heart beat just beneath your ear as he kept thrusting up into you to ride out his release. 

You had no idea how long you had been sitting there, your nose buried in the hook of his neck, clinging to his sweaty chest, just savouring the moment and slowly coming down from your high. 

“Will you release me?” you heard Sihtric’s husky voice, while his lips gently nuzzled your hair. 

“Give me a moment,” you murmured with your eyes closed.

“As long as you need, my queen.” 

Unwillingly you raised yourself, feeling so empty the moment Sihtric’s cock slipped out of you. You undid the handcuffs and your eyes widened as you saw the bruises they had left on Sihtric’s wrists. Without paying any attention to it Sihtric grabbed your hand and pulled you back into his lap.

“Let me see it,” you took his hands in yours, bringing them to your lips and placing soft kisses on the bruises around his wrist. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s nothing. It’s my own fault, I shouldn’t have struggled so much against them. You made me almost cum in my pants like a teenager,” Sihtric smiled, putting his fingers under your chin and raising your head to meet his eyes. 

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“I love you,” you breathed almost inaudibly, hypnotised by his gaze.

“I love you too, my queen. You are everything to me,” Sihtric pulled you closer in his embrace, his strong arms wrapping around your small frame, as he kissed you tenderly.

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i've been.. sick.. auhrgh. (its a simple cold but my body can'teven),, if you still take tiny drabble requests can I request Barb helping mc when they got a cold.. just tooth rotting fluff.. (if you dont/aren't comfortable thats fine :0b)

Oh noooo I hope you're feeling better!! Being sick is the worst...

And I am still doing drabbles, yes! So I may have written a little more than what I consider drabble length but uh... well I can't help myself when it comes to Barb, so.

Anyway, here's a bunch of fluff!

You were sick. You knew it and even though you were trying to hide it, you were sure everybody else knew it, too. You kept your sneezes as quiet as possible, burying your face in your elbow to muffle their sound. You refused to sniffle unless you absolutely had to. And you went into the bathroom to blow your nose in private. You tried everything you could to suppress the shivers that ran through your aching body, even while you kept wiping the sweat off of your forehead.

All day at RAD, you felt like despite the obvious signs, you were doing a decent job of powering through it. If anyone noticed, they didn't say anything.

Until you got home, that is.

You were surprised to find Barbatos already in your room.

He smiled at you, but there was a sternness behind it, too. "MC. You are in no condition to continue pushing yourself the way you have been. I have changed your bedsheets and washed your favorite pair of pajamas. Now I must insist that you get changed and get into bed so you can rest."

You frowned and folded your arms. "I don't need to get into bed, I'm fine," you said.

Barbatos walked over to you, removed his glove carefully, and put his hand on your forehead. You shivered a little, partly because you knew he would feel your fever and partly because his touch awakened a burst of butterflies in your stomach.

Barbatos let his hand descend to cup your cheek. "You cannot hide the evidence of your illness from me," he said. His voice was soft, the firmness of moments ago melting away into indulgence. "I know you feel that it is minor, but you will recover quicker if you rest now. If you will allow me to, I will take care of you until you are well again."

The tinge of heat that rose up in your cheeks wasn't something you could blame on your fever. You nodded.

When you were in your pajamas and snug beneath the covers, Barbatos brought you a tray of soup and tea. He sat beside your bed while you ate. On your bedside table he had already placed a supply of tissues and water.

"This is delicious," you said when you were halfway through the soup.

"It is a recipe of my own design," Barbatos said. "It incorporates all of the best nutrients a human would need to fight off a cold. The tea is also a special blend of Devildom herbs. They are safe for human consumption, of course, but they contain just enough magical properties to boost your immune system and speed your recovery."

You smiled at him. It was just like him to be so meticulous in what he served you.

"Isn't it a bad idea for you to be this close to me?" you asked. "What if I'm contagious? I don't want you to get sick, too."

"You needn't worry about me, MC," Barbatos said. "I am not capable of contracting an illness of this nature."

You didn't have the clarity of mind to question that statement further.

When you had finished eating, Barbatos cleared away the tray, then positioned himself back in his chair.

"Are you really just going to sit there all night?" you asked.

"I wish to be here should you need me," he said.

You sighed. You were feeling sleepy. The warmth of the food made you heavy and the softness of your mattress caused your body to relax. Your senses were dulled by the fever still running through you. Your eyelids were slowly descending, but you kept them open. You reached out a hand toward Barbatos and murmured his name.

Barbatos knew what you wanted without you needing to say it. You were still sitting up in bed and after removing his shoes, Barbatos sat beside you. Instead of laying back on your pillows, you rested your head on his chest. His arms enclosed you and your breathing synced with his. You fell asleep listening to the beating of his heart.

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Part 10 Finale- The Frat Boy pt2

Starring: Johnny Suh & Park Jisung

Summary: When it all comes crashing down. Who can we really trust?

Warnings: Smut, Oral (F.m and M receiving), Fingering, Angst especially in the beginning, Y/n gets slapped, Fluff towards the end, Mentions of Prison and arranged marriage.

MINORS DO NOT READ +18

Words:18k

Can't believe it's the end.

Enjoy:)

"I thought I could trust you?" you cried.

He shrugged. "You should have paid more attention," he smirked signing his name on the contract. Taking everything from you.

Five days later

"Tell me the truth," your father said to Johnny who calmly sipped his tea. Johnny normally hated tea. He hated how it burned his tongue. As a kid his mother made him drink green tea when he was sick. To help calm his throat. Tea calmed him. He needed the tea when he spoke to your father.

He placed the glass in front of him. Onto the small white plate painted with lilies. Your father's tea is untouched and steaming across from him. Your father also hated tea. He always drank it to calm his throat, however, he always let it sit for too long and it drew cold quickly. He despised the bitter taste.

Johnny shook his head with a smile. "You've seen the video," he said.

Your father remained unamused causing Johnny to sigh. He placed one of his legs over the other causing a deeper crease into the leather couch. "I won't deny the facts. The video is clear, but I don't think we believe the same thing," he said. Your father raised a brow biting the small of the inside of his lip. "How so?" he asked.

"Y/n came onto me. She wanted to sleep with me. She also once upon a time said she wanted to be recorded. I was just fulfilling a fantasy her boyfriend couldn't," he said nonchalantly. Your father shifted uncomfortable but still not convinced.

"You're lying," he said. Johnny his shook head quickly swaying his finger.

"No sir. Don't forget who your daughter is," he said with a small smirk. "Remember before Jaehyun she had a certain habit of bouncing from man to man. Even a few of my friends have had a piece of her," he said. Your father gritted his teeth, fingertips gripping so hard into the leather touch that his nails ripped it. Johnny whined at the sight.

"I just bought that couch," he said annoyed under his breath. Your father stood up lunging forward grabbing hold of Johnny's collar inches away from his face. His nostrils flared, steam escaping through his ears.

"Tell me why I should rip you apart limb from limb right now?" he said in the form of a question in his fit of rage. Johnny stared into his dark eyes. He grabbed onto the top of your father's hand. "So your get plan is to kill me? Seems easier than what your daughter hand in mind for me," he spat. Your father squinted his eyes confused.

"What are you talking about? She doesn't know I'm here right now," he said frustrated gripping on tighter to Johnny's suit collar. Johnny chuckled smirk fading and a full smile with teeth appearing on his lips. "You don't know?" he asked a laugh breathing out his lips.

Your father didn't respond. He stood back lifting Johnny off the couch and throwing the man to the side onto the carpet. Johnny hit his head, not hard enough to crack but hard enough to bruise. "Don't test me, Johnny. I'm not afraid to kill you," he said chest rising up and down.

Johnny held onto his head checking for blood. He coughed out a scoff. "We both know you're not above murder sir. But we also know right now, you won't kill me," he said lifting himself from the floor and stumbling a little. Once he caught his balance he dusted himself off.

"Because you can't. I'm too important to you and your business," he said with a prideful smirk. Your father felt a rise of heat flush through his body. Sweat quickly formed on his neck and his eyes still. He took a few steps back from Johnny remembering the long meeting from yesterday. Johnny stepped closer to your father.

Hands in his pockets and smirking forming on his lips. "After all didn't the papers you gave Y/n to sign fake? Doesn't your business belong to me?" He said inches from your father cool air leaving his lips. He scoffed a light chuckle before he turned his back walking to his desk, a desk once owned by your father. He pulled his chair out and sat down. He readjusted his tie checking himself in the small mirror next to him.

Once he finished he turned to your father motioning to the empty seat in front of the desk. "I believe we have a meeting," he said. "That's what you called me here for, right?" he asked with a smile. Your father still hopeful to defend you walked to the empty seat, swallowing his pride as he sat down.

"There's nothing left to discuss," your father said. "I only want what's best for my daughter," he said through a disappointed sigh.

Johnny's finger tapped on the desk before he lightly smacked it down with an idea. The side smile on his lips, lips pursed. "Their meeting isn't over," he said. Your father lifted his head back up slowly. Johnny sat in his chair, the large window behind him overlooking the city. Expensive suit paired with a gold watch on his wrist. A small piece of evidence of a bruise on his hairline.

"What is this meeting about?" he asked. Johnny chuckled, "Your daughter. Remember?" he asked handing him a piece of paper. Your father picked it up reading the lines written down and printed. A marriage contract in his hands.

"You remember your promise right? I marry her I get the company," he said. Your father placed it on the table. Johnny reached over handing him his favorite black pen. He lent it to your father. Your father reached for it but Johnny pulled it back.

"Wait," he said.

"What?" your father asked.

"I still haven't proven myself innocent," he said looking off into the distance before he turned back to your father. He laid his hands on the table comfortably tea long forgotten. "I haven't told you what your daughter's been doing to me and my friends," he said. Your father raised a brow lost but assumed whatever Johnny had to say would be of interest to him.

"It all started when she and my dear friend Si Cheng went on a little date," he said with a smirk.

"Only they didn't," he said smirk growing larger.

“How long is this gonna take?” You asked a distant friend of yours. He pushed his glasses up as he typed away on the computer. He sucked his teeth eyeing you through the corner of his eye. Wendy leaned against the wall her head flat against the white surface.

“A few more minutes,” he said pushing his glasses back up.

“How does she know everyone?” Jisung whispered to Jungwoo who stood beside him. The two, alongside Wendy, watched as you stood behind Chenle. Two big monitors in front of him. His fingers clicked away on the keyboard in front of him. The computer screen brightens up the dark room. Jungwoo shrugged arms crossed over each other as he waited for Chenle to finish as well.

“She pretty much knows everyone. Besides, Chenle is her cousin,” he said with a small smirk. Jisung seemly surprised turned his head to Jungwoo. Jungwoo shook his head brushing him off.

“Not by blood. His uncle married her aunt a few years back,” he said brushing him off. Jisung nodded off turning back to you and Renjun. You leaned over Chenle to get a closer look.

Chenle had been struggling to hack into the frat houses' cameras for the past hour. After a few more failed attempts he slammed his hands onto the keyboard frustrated. He sat back in his chair hands running through his hair. “I can’t do it,” he said annoyed at himself.

“Whatever Mark and Haechan did to their system is blocking me,” he said. You sighed chewing on your lip as you watched the random letters and numbers thrown together on the screen. Wendy huffed pushing herself off the wall.

“I mean there’s gotta be another way, right? We’ve been at this for hours and I don’t think I can last any longer,” she said unable to fight the yawn that left her lips. You turned from her to Jisung. Jisung quickly reading your face shook his head. He followed as you made your way to your purse.

“Oh no don’t even-“ he said watching and missing at the attempt to snatch your phone. You dialed the number quickly holding your finger up to him as you walked away.

“What’s she doing?” Chenle asked turning in his chair. Jisung sighed. “She’s probably calling the Headmaster at Rockaway,” he said watching you exit Chenle’s bedroom.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because that’s where Haechan is,” he said with a sigh. He walked away from the door sitting on Chenle’s couch. He looked out the window lips forming a tight line. Chenle turned to Jungwoo and Wendy who both shrugged. Neither got involved when you had a phone call to make. They knew deep down everything you did would point them and you in the right direction. Just a few steps closer to Johnny.

“Not for nothing,” Jungwoo began trying his best to cease the tension once you returned. You had flicked the lights on causing everyone to wince. “Your room is fucking huge,” he said eyeing the place with an impressed smile on his lips. Chenle smiled sending him an appreciative nod.

“I designed it myself,” he said motioning to the rest of the room. He switched his computer screen back to the game he was playing before you showed. You finally looked up from your phone placing it down on his desk.

“Headmaster said he will have Haechan in later today,” you said you a confident smile. Wendy walked over to where you were. “Why do we need him again?” She asked. “Because it’s not enough to just tell people they’re horrible,” you said smile on both your lips and eyes as you looked into hers. She felt her heart jump from how prideful you looked.

“I need to show them too,” you said.

———

“I’m not helping,” he said crossing his arms over his chest. Haechan had finally arrived. However, getting him here was not the problem. It was convincing him to help that would be proven most difficult.

“You owe me,” you said to him towering over him from where he sat in Chenle’s chair. He raised a brow a scoff leaving his lips. “Owe you? After what you did?” He asked gritting his teeth. His cheeks heated up becoming a light shade of red.

“Leave us,” you said to the room. Everyone walked out Wendy was the last one to leave closing the door behind her. Once you heard it shut you walked over from the front of the desk to the side. Swiftly spun the chair he sat on and grabbed onto his collar.

“Haechan don’t fuck with me. You know after everything you’ve done to me this is the least you can do,” you said. He scoffed pushing your hands off. “What have I done to you?” He asked adjusting the collar to his shirt.

The blood rushed to your head. Sweat forms behind your ears and neck at the audacity of his words. He truthfully sat there and acted as if he did nothing wrong. You poked the inside of your mouth with your tongue trying to keep yourself calm. You couldn’t blow your top, he wouldn’t take you seriously. No one wants to listen to a screaming woman.

But there’s no more room for niceness.

“Do know what you’ve done?” You asked your eyebrow raised high, prominent arch. You let out a shakey, aggressive sigh. “Weren’t you the one my freshman year going around telling everyone I gave it up to you at a frat party because I didn’t have enough money to pay you for doing my bio project,” you said flames on your tongue. Haechan unable to fight back remains silent in the chair.

“You’re the reason I ask for no help anymore. I take and take and take and ask for nothing. No help. Why? Because of you,” you said grabbing onto his collar. With your grip and help, he lifted from the chair. You kicked the hard plastic chair back causing it to fall onto the ground. A loud bang could be heard outside. You felt the burn in your leg from the plastic. It would leave a bruise. You ignored the throbbing pain in your leg.

You never blinked as you stared into his eyes. His eyes tried to hide from yours. Looking everywhere else around Chenle's room. But your pupils found him each time.

“I would have been fine if you would have just told everyone I was poor but the fact that you told everyone I begged you to fuck me like in any universe we existed in I’d let you even get that close,” you spat venom on your tongue. Haechan turned his head slowly unable to quickly reach you from how tight you held him.

“I still hit though,” he said through breaths.

“No sweetie. I fucked you. There’s a difference,” you said licking your teeth. He raised a brow facing turning bright angry red. “How so?” He asked spit forming into the corner of his lips as he struggled to speak. “Because look how desperately you are to fuck me again,” you said motioning to how hard he was in his pants. He cursed at himself for being so weak, especially around you.

You let him go watching as he stumbled forward. Before he could run off you grabbed him by the back of his shirt choking him for a brief moment. He held onto his neck as you turned to the computer back on.

“Now pick up the chair and get to work,” you said eyes looking into his angry ones.

“Unless you want everyone to see how hard I make you even when you’re supposed to hate my guts,” you spat motioning to the door. He fixed his face quickly. Gulping as he stood up. He picked up the chair fixing it, even dusting it off with the back of his hand. He swallowed hard as he pulled the chair forward. You moved to the side watching as he placed the chair in the middle embarrassment covering his features.

He clicked the mouse watching as more of the monitors turned back on and began typing on the keyboard a choked sob in his throat and eyes burning from both the bright computer screen and you.

There was a knock at the door. Followed by the knock door slowly opened. Jungwoo poked his head in. Seeing Haechan in Chenle’s gaming chair and typing away an upset look on his face he stepped inside. You’re back facing the door. Chenle and Wendy followed behind him. You could hear their footsteps behind you. You turned your head to them.

“How’s it going?” Wendy asked nervously. They had all heard the loud bang when you kicked the chair. You nodded your head. “Fine,” you said turning away and back to Haechan. Jisung soon entered the room Haechan only looking up to see him. He snarled at the sight of him. He felt the betrayal deep in his body. Every inch of him hated Jisung for helping you and for being able to be so close to you.

Jisung made it look easy. None of the men in the house could understand why. Why did you pick him to be on your side? What made Jisung so special? You noticed Haechan getting distracted. He kept eyeing Jisung who remained by the door. You snapped your fingers in front of his face. “Hey,” you said annoyed.

He turned his eyes to you. “Get back to work,” you said with a stern nod. You sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes with a small head tilt. His fingers typed quickly again on the keyboard.

“There,” he said slamming his hands down. You hopped off the desk and walked behind him leaning over him to get a better view. You couldn’t contain your smile. Eyes glowing at you look at the screen. “I can’t believe it,” you said gasp leaving your lips. The rest of the room walked over to where you stood seeing every camera placed around the house.

“I did it can I go now?” He asked annoyed. Still slightly embarrassed due to the exchange you two both had earlier. Everyone else back away walking to different parts of the room. You turned your head to him with a nod placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Your job here is done. Good boy for listening to me,” you said with a lick of your tongue as you whispered into his ear. You saw his whole body shudder and his eyes shut for a brief moment. He suckled onto his bottom lip before releasing it to speak. “Please Y/n don’t. You know how easy it is for me,” he whispered his entire body including his mind briefly forgetting about everything you did to him. Including what happened an hour ago.

You nodded, “I know it’s pathetic,” you said stripping one last piece of his dignity that you could before you backed away. His eyes shot open realizing you two weren’t alone. He could feel the strain in his pants. He struggled to stand up. He tried his best to conceal it squirming around like a bug in water.

You chuckled leaning against a dresser and crossing your arms cockily over your chest. Haechan huffed seeing you an evil glare before he quickly stood up running out of the room hiding from everyone else.

“Okay,” you said walking over to the desk. You sat down on the gaming chair and flipped through the cameras. “Chenle come here,” you called. He came to your side watching the cameras alongside you. You pointed to the screen showing him the different rooms, especially who’s bedroom was who’s.

“Your job is to watch this. Watch these for anything suspicious. Anything that could ruin them. I know all their worst secrets are kept in this house. Assholes, they all try to protect one another,” you said eyeing the screen. You shook your head letting out a deep breath of hot air that came straight from heat in your brain.

“It ends now,” you said with a smile. You turned to Chenle standing up from your seat and sitting him where you sat replacing him with you. “You got it?” You asked your cousin. He nodded grabbing hold of his mouse and flipping through the cameras.

“After what they did to you and Jenny I’ll help,” he said with a stern nod. You hugged his shoulder and he patted your arm. You placed a soft kiss on the top of his head as you left. Grateful he was on your side. Everyone followed as you walked out of the room. Saying their goodbyes as well.

———

You all sat in the car Jungwoo took the wheel. You sat beside him in the front. Jisung and Wendy are behind you. Jisung didn’t speak much of the ride, he remained quiet like he used to. Looking outside the windows and fidgeting with his fingers. You had asked him if he was okay but his response was weak. Only a small nod. He didn’t look into your eyes nor speak.

You assumed it was just him processing seeing Haechan after everything that’s happened.

You glanced over to Jungwoo. He looked over at you as well. He could read you so well, better than Wendy can most times. The two of you had a connection. A connection you shared. Both of you had an understanding. He sent you a small smile and a nod. He reached over patting his hand on yours before he lifted it back up on the wheel.

After a few more uncomfortable beats of silence, you spoke.

"Jisung how do you know Chenle?" you asked in an attempt to make conversation. He shifted still keeping focus on the trees that past him by. "We have been friends for a while. I have no idea you knew him," he said. You chuckled, "Neither did I," you said. He nodded turning his body away. Wendy frowned looking at the disappointed look in your eyes.

You could not express nor figure out how to pull Jisung out of whatever funk he was in. You just turned away with a loud huff. You laid back onto the chair crossing your arms over your chest. You turned to the window and decided for the rest of the drive you'd watch the trees.

A few days later

You had reached your apartment phone lying flat on your coffee table as you waited for Chenle's call. You sat alone, in your empty apartment. All the staff were sent home for the rest of the day, the only maid left was the one in your room preparing your bed for the night.

You sat in silky pajamas legs pulled up to your chest and seated on your couch. The glass coffee table is empty only a glass of water and your phone lying on top. The screen of your phone was still dark. Every time it glowed and buzzed you felt your heart skip.

You had been waiting for Chenle's call. Surely he would have something. After all, you didn't send Jisung back for no reason.

But you knew deep down a part of you was relieved to have him gone, at least for a few hours. You didn't want to deal with his mopping, at least you didn't have the time to. Your time was running thin with the semester coming to an end. All the boys would return home, some of them graduating. You chewed on your lip as your eyes repeatedly peeked at your phone.

You tried to distract yourself. Grabbing the remote to your TV, flipping through the channels. You were about to give up. Relaxing on the couch until your phone rang echoing through your large apartment. You leaned forward dropping the remote seeing Chenle's name.

You instantly picked up putting the phone to your ear. "Hello?" you said grabbing your remote and shutting your TV off.

"Y/n?" Chenle called.

"Yes?" you nodded even though he couldn't see you. "Where are you?" he asked worried. The worry in his voice made your heart jump. A pit forming in your stomach. "Chenle what's wrong?" you asked leaning over and grabbing your sweater from the opposite end of the couch,

"Are you home?" he asked again worried. You nodded furiously. "Yes, I'm home. Why?" you frustrated asked. His breathing quickened. "You need to leave. They got Jisung," he said rushing his sentences. He stumbled over his words. His breathing was quick you would believe he was running.

"What?" you squinted your eyes shaking your head. You lifted from your couch. "What do you mean they got him?" you asked walking quickly over to your boots. You put both on holding your phone between your neck and ear. "Chenle," you said sternly. Upset with his lack of words.

"I'm sorry but I think they can hear me," he whispered. "What?" you asked loudly. "How?" you followed.

"They keep looking up at the camera," he said. "Who Chenle who?" you asked closing your front door and heading towards the elevator. You rapidly clicked on the button waiting for the elevator to arrive.

"Who? Chenle who? God. Can you speak," you pleaded annoyed.

"Doyoung and Jaehyun there looking right into the camera," he whispered. "I'm sorry Y/n but I think they know," he said. You didn't respond. Instead, the elevator dinged and you stepped inside.

"Are you leaving?" he whispered and yelled. "Yes," you said back. He shook his head. "No. You can't go to the house," he said worriedly.

You scoffed tapping your foot impatiently as the doors closed. "Why?" you asked low voice avoiding the couple in the elevator alongside you. "Because Y/n there-" the elevator dinged. You looked up following behind the couple only to be confronted by Johnny and Taeyong. The couple walked past them paying no mind to the pair. But you froze. They stepped in blocking your exit. The elevator doors closed behind them.

"Y/n you should probably hang up the phone," Johnny said with a small smile.

"I have something you might want to hear," he said stepping to stand beside you. Taeyong stood close behind him. Your lips formed a line. You let out a sigh. You didn't fight against him. You could Chenle calling your name through the line. You hung up placing your phone in your sweater back. You let out a breath trying to calm the rising nerves in your body.

Johnny scoffed out a small smile placing both his hands in front of each other.

"Relax Y/n. I promise what I have to tell you has nothing to do with me, or you. It has to do with us," he said.

"Love what you've done with the place," he said stepping inside. Your dog ran up to his legs, barking at both men. Your maid ran up sweeping her up. He removed his shoes. Your maid came up to him taking his jacket as well as Taeyong's. Holding the small dog close to her chest. She walked off with both. The two didn't budget used to someone putting their things away for them. The two followed you to your kitchen.

"So," you said placing your hand on the island and the other on your waist. You leaned to the side tapping your finger on the island space. Taeyong remained next to Johnny who sat down on one of the empty bar stools. "What no drinks?" he said to you. You rolled your eyes huff leaving your lips.

He chuckled. "You might need one," he said a bit more serious. You eyed him hesitantly for a moment before you offered. "What do you want?" you asked. He smiled turning away from you and to the many bottles of alcohol you had on display. He tapped his chin cockily tapping his chin. "Something strong," he said. "How bad is this news?" you asked him. Johnny sighed. "Pretty bad depending on how you view it," he said with a lit shrug. You chewed on your lip turning to your maid.

"Whiskey for him," you said. "Make that two," he said. You turned sending him a confused glance. "He's not drinking?" you asked motioning your head to Taeyong. Taeyong shook his head as well as Johnny. "He's driving," he said. You nodded in response. You turn to your maid with a sigh.

"Make it two," you said. Before she walked off you stepped closer to her. You lightly held her arm. "Make sure he doesn't try anything. Watch them closely," you whispered. She nodded a stern look in her eyes. She walked off sending Johnny a menacing glance before she disappeared to make the drinks.

"So what's your news?" you said sitting one stool away from him. Taeyong walked to stand behind the counter.

"I don't own your father's company," he said. You sat back weird expression on your face. "That's a bad thing?" you asked with a light scoff. You could feel the laughter start to erupt in your chest. He came all the way here to tell you this? There's no way he made such a trip.

He chuckled at the maid placing both drinks on the island. "Neither do you," he said grabbing onto the glass. Bringing it to his lips. He took a sip squeezing his eyes at the burning taste. "Wow, this is strong. How old is this one?" he asked. You raised a brow. "What do you mean neither do I? I signed the papers," you said.

He shook his head handing his glass to Taeyong. "No, you signed fake papers. Your father never planned to give his company," he said. "And the only reason I don't have it right now is because I decided to turn it down," he said.

"Why?" you asked. Johnny sighed sipping his glass again. "Because I realized something," he said with a point of his finger. "You destroyed the USB with our little video, right?" he asked. You nodded, "I have another but I gave it to my father," you said. Johnny nodded at your confirmation. "Well, your father destroyed it. He said he couldn't bear to finish the video," he began leaning further onto the island both hands placed on the table as he spoke.

"He kept going on and on about how it sicked him to see. He thought better of me," he said. "He even gave me this," he motioned to the bruise on his forehead.

"So what?" you said arms crossed over your chest. "You deserved it," you said jerking your head to his wound. He nodded sliding his bottom lip through his teeth. "Maybe," he said. "But another USB exists," he said. You jumped from your seat to attack him but Taeyong ran around grabbing you. You squirmed in his tight grip.

"Woah woah princess slow down. You didn't let me finish," he said putting his hands up in defense. You shook your head. Your body fighting against Taeyong. He looked up at Taeyong with wide eyes. "I told you she would try and hit me," he said motioning to your unstable frame.

"Let me go," you yelled at Taeyong. He shook his head. "Not until you calm down," He said struggling to hold you. "Y/n I promise I didn't send the video," Johnny said. You shook your head. "I don't trust you," you spat back. He nodded. "I know. But a long time ago we promised we wouldn't lie to each other. You lied to me once already. I'm doing the right thing here," he said standing up towering over you. He stepped closer to you.

"Do you think I came all this way just to tell you I sent him another USB with the exact video I told you I no longer had? I gave you the only copy that existed. No one told you to make two," he said. You huffed frustrated at the truth. "I only made one. I don't know where the other came from," you argued breathlessly still trying to release yourself from Taeyong's grasp.

"Neither do I," said Johnny. He motioned to Taeyong. "Let her go," he said. Taeyong widened his eyes. He raised a brow. "You sure?" he asked. Johnny nodded sitting back on the bar stool. "She needs to be able to trust me," he said. Taeyong slowly let you go ready to grab you again if you lunged forward. Once he let you go you dusted yourself off. Readjusting your clothes. You thought about attacking Johnny again but decided not to. Once Taeyong was sure you no longer posed a threat he stepped aside.

"Now that you've relaxed," he said watching as you eyed him sitting back down. You brought your whiskey glass to your lips taking a long swing. You placed it back down in front of you. "After me and Taeyong did our own little research we still couldn’t figure out the third person who’s been sneaking around us. I figured maybe you could answer my question,” he said with a light shrug.

“So who made another copy?" he asked. You shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe one of your boys," you spat back taking another swing. “Why do you even care?” You asked.

“Because it destroys everything,” he said sternly. It was the first time you saw him serious with you. He’d normally flash you his signature smile and send you a flirty remark about how badly you wish he’d tell you. This time he didn’t. He toned away serious expression on his face. He took another sip of his glass before placing it back down.

Johnny chuckled his body fully facing the island like nothing had happened. He held his glass in one hand elbow leaning on the table, and his other under his arm. He shook his head. "No way in hell. You did a number on them," he said. "I've seen them act in such a way," he said. You couldn't but ask how. It made you somewhat proud to know you ruined them.

"How so?" you asked eyes staring into his side profile. He sighed placing the glass down small smile on his lips. "Well for starters Yangyang doesn't even talk to other girls. Not even his best friend. He avoids all women," he said. You chuckled with a shake of your head.

"No way," you said.

"Way," he said in a teasing girl voice just to mess with you. You punched his arm. He made an o with his lips. "Stop playing," you said. Johnny chuckled rubbing his arm.

"Haechan is gone. All boys schools to sort out his 'behavior'" he said with air quotes. "I know that. I sent him back early this week," you responded. Johnny nodded turning his neck to you and glancing at you. "I know. Also nice touch with the cameras," he said. "You knew?" you asked.

"At first no. Not until Mark noticed something was off. Remember I live with two computer geeks. Well used to live with two thanks to you," he said taking a swing of his drink. You did the same.

"And the rest?" you asked. He eyed you with a teasing smile. "Just say you want to hear about Jaehyun," he said. You snarled at him turning away. He chuckled. "Mark is paranoid. He thinks you're after him. Especially since you got him kicked off the gaming club or whatever he runs," he said. "Yuta disappeared. Last I heard it had something to do with his mother. You wouldn't have anything to do with that?" he asked leaning over.

You shrugged. "Maybe,"

"And Jeno?" you asked. "Jeno? Thanks to you he got kicked off the hockey team. He was so embarrassed he dropped out," he said. You smiled proudly.

"Look at you. Proud of yourself. Don't you wanna hear about the one that started it all?" he asked sipping the last sip of his drink. You motioned your maid to refill his glass. She walked over filling it again. Johnny smiled at her with a slight nod of his head.

"Si Cheng?" you questioned.

"Who else?" he asked with a smirk. You sighed looking away. "I almost forgot about him. What happened to him?" you asked swirling your drink around. "He placed a bet on your little date," he said.

You scoffed. "He's still lying about that?" you asked. He nodded, "Pretty much. Pretty convincing for a while. Your underwear in his car. Your exact perfume on them, his car and him," he said. You gasped turning to him with wide eyes.

"My perfume?" your brow raised. "I never stepped foot in his car," you said. He shrugged. "That's what he claimed happened," he said. "I didn't believe it though. He's not your type," he said slightly nudging your shoulder. You scoffed moving away from him. A disgusted groan leaves your lips.

"All that happened was we bumped into each other. I was late and when I went to leave I fell. My stuff fell out of my bag. He must have stolen my perfume got some pair of panties from some girl and sprayed them," you said in defense.

Johnny nodded. "Sounds about right. Besides they didn't smell like you," he said with a purse of his lips. You rolled your eyes in disgust. "They had my perfume on them," you said. He shook his head. "That's not what I meant," he said.

You gagged but remained silent unsure how to respond. After some uncomfortable beats of silence on your end, you spoke. "Anyways. What happened?" you asked.

"He bet all his money it was true. He lost everything. He moved back with his family. They sent him to China," he said uncaringly.

"You don't seem to care," you said. Johnny sighed. "He's the reason you're coming for us. He fucked up, not me," he said. You nodded but didn't speak. You looked over at Johnny for a moment. If you didn't hate him with every inch of your body, you could see him as your friend.

Johnny briefly glanced over at you. Then realizing you were staring he turned a smirk on his lips. "My my my Y/n you staring," he said turning his body to face you. You shook your head brushing him off. "I'm not," you fought back unable to hide your smile.

"You like me-"

"No," you said quickly. He threw his hands up. "Ouch," he said touching his chest. You gushed. "Like you care," you said taking a swing of your drink. Johnny didn't respond he just watched your lips touch the glass.

"Y/n who made the copy?" he asked. You sighed shaking your head. "I don't know," you responded. "You sure?" he asked. "Wendy? Jungwoo? Ten?" he added. You shook your head. "None of them would ever," you said.

"Not even Jisung?" he asked. You shook your head. "There's no way," you said in defense of him. Johnny nodded backing off. "Okay," He said standing from his seat. He leaned over to you, close enough so Taeyong couldn't hear. He placed a hand on your shoulder. "Just make sure you are being safe. There's someone who's been watching us while we have been watching each other," he said quietly.

Your dog went up to his feet. This time she sniffed him. She bent down to pet her. She let him.

He backed away shortly after turning to exit the kitchen. Taeyong followed behind. Your maid came to your side but you brushed her off telling her to escort the boys.

What Johnny said sat both in your mind and in the pit of your stomach. You never considered the fact one of your friends could betray you. Johnny had no reason to lie. You could see right through his cool and confident front. He was desperate. He, for different reasons, needed to know who made the copy.

You stood up from your seat walking into your living room. You pulled out your phone calling Jisung. You waited. Your phone is ringing. By the third ring, he didn't answer the call so you hung up. Annoyed you huffed flopping onto your couch.

You remained awake the whole night. By the time the sun came up you still hadn't noticed you never fell asleep. Instead, you remained in. your living room. Tv on low and the lights dimmed. Your thoughts are loud and filled with unanswered questions about the people who know you. At least thought you knew.

The maids opened the curtains the morning sun shining through. You squinted your eyes looking up at the sky. You stood up walking to the window seeing the city surrounding you.

"Miss Y/L," one of the maids called. You turned to her intently. "Miss Wendy and Mr.Jungwoo here," she said. "For Sunday breakfast," she said. You nodded. "Is…?" you began words dying on your tongue as she shook her head. You nodded licking your lips back. "Thank you. Let her wait in the living room. I will go and change," you said. She bowed. She watched you walk away with a frown on her lips. She sent maids to attend to Jungwoo and Wendy and she followed behind you.

You walked down the hall dog on your heel as well as your maid Brenda. Brenda closed your bedroom door behind her once you both stepped inside. You noticed her but paid no mind. She tended to be nosey when it comes to your life.

"Brenda, are you here to help me? Or spy?" you asked walking into your bathroom. She shook her head grabbing hold of your bathroom items including skin care. She placed them on the bathroom counter as you brushed your teeth.

"I'm just making sure you're okay," she said with a small smile. "I know how much he means to you," she said. You spit out the paste rinsing your mouth. You turned the water off and got started on your skin. You shrugged. "It's whatever. He's just another boy," you said nonchalantly. But she knew you were hiding your feelings. She's known you your whole life, better than your mother.

"Y/n I know this may be pushing but," she handed you the cleanser. You gladly took it from her. "I want you to know I am here for you if you want to talk about it. I'm a good listener," she said another sad smile on her lips. You sighed drying off your face. You placed both of your palms on the sink. You looked at her through your mirror. "What's the point? Talking about him won't bring him back nor snap him out of whatever funk he's in," you said drying off your hands.

Brenda sighed handing you your serum. "I know but it may make you feel better," she said. You nodded patting her shoulder. "I promise later we'll talk about it. Until then I'm meeting someone later today," you said. Confused she raised her brow. "Who?" she asked. "Jaehyun," you said with a smile.

"Sorry, I can't stay for breakfast," You said to both Wendy and Jungwoo. "My father has other plans for me today," you said with an apologetic smile. You felt bad lying to your friends but you weren't too sure what to tell them. Johnny's warnings still lingered in your mind.

The two sighed but nodded understandingly. "I get it," Wendy said. "You should see your father after everything that happened. Maybe he'll back you up," she said. You nodded letting out a long sigh. "I hope so," you responded. Jungwoo came to your side patting your back.

"I'm sorry Jisung couldn't come. We tried but he said he's still upset about Haechan," he said. You huffed. "Still? I swear he's overreacting," you said. Wendy nodded agreeing. She grabbed her purse. "Okay, we'll let you go. Dinner later tonight?" she asked. You nodded with a smile. She hugged you goodbye both she and Jungwoo left.

You tapped your finger on the table in the cafe you sat in. Every time the bell at the door would ring you'd look over seeing a stranger walk in. After fifteen minutes you heard another bell and footsteps approaching.

"You are late,” you said to Jaehyun purse of your lips as he sat down. His chest heaved up and down, his cheek flushed and the tips of his ears red. He stared down at you. The tea before you hot, smoking rising from the cup. The sunglasses over your eyes concealed the excitement and fear in your iris.

He held up a letter in his hands motioning it to you.

“I know everything,” he said letting out an exhausted breath.

“He knows too,” he said with a smirk.

"I'm not even surprised you told him," you said as you sipped your tea. You placed it back down with a small shrug. "Then again when could I ever trust you?" you said.

"How do you know what I'm talking about?" he asked.

"Sit down," you replied. He obliged sitting across from you. "My father and Johnny are no longer partners. He won't listen to him, but you. He still somewhat trusts you. I know you told him everything," you said a smile creeping up on the corner of your lips. He adjusted himself in his seat. A waiter came up to him. Jaehyun ordered and the waiter walked off.

You took the letter off the table. The crumbled-up loose-leaf paper from your purse was sitting in front of you. Names are crossed out and notes are written on the side. You threw it back at him.

"Is this supposed to be threatening?" you asked him. He shook his head. "No. It's my final apology. I am sorry for what I did to you. For what I've done to you. I won't beg for you to love me or be with me. I deserve everything I get. My worst fear was losing you and I did. My greatest heartache was your disappointment," he said with a sigh fidgeting with his fingers.

"You broke my heart. You won," he said quietly. You licked your teeth.

"You know I never wanted to hurt you. I didn't intend to in the beginning. I only wanted to hurt you like you hurt me," you confessed. "I loved you," you said. He nodded looking into your concealed eyes.

"And I love you. Good luck Y/n," he said standing from his seat and leaving. He went to storm off but bumped into someone. He looked up eye meeting with Jisung. His breath cut in his throat but he didn't fight. He just stepped out of his way letting him get to you. You waited for a moment. You'd leave once Jaehyun was fully gone.

The waiter placed the coffee on the table in front of the empty seat.

Jisung searched for you. He eventually spotted you alone with two cups of coffee at your table. He rushed over to you taking the seat Jaehyun once sat in. Your eyes are wide, thankfully hidden by your glasses. He picked up the coffee sipping it. He placed it back down.

"It's good," he said. You kicked him from under the table. He groaned in pain face turning red. "I deserved that," he said. "Are you crazy?" you asked. "You ghosted me for days and the first you do is tell me the coffee is good?" you argued. You huffed rolling your eyes.

You stood up from your seat and angrily walked towards the door. Jisung quickly stood up following behind you.

"Wait Y/n," he called after you. You walked faster to your car. Driver opening the door for you. He closed it the minute you sat inside shutting it on Jisung. He huffed the driver sending him a glare before he went to the other side. Jisung wasted no time opening the door and sliding inside.

Your glasses now sitting on top of your head. You heard the door open and then close again. It startled you cuaisng your glasses to fall. You both reached down to grab them. You grabbed them first placing them on the seat.

"Get out," you said. He shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said eyes trying to meet yours. You turned your front side away facing the window. "I was just upset about seeing you and Haechan together," he pleaded seeing your chest rise and then fall, annoyed. He sighed disappointed.

"I was jealous," he confessed letting his head fall. "I was jealous seeing the two of you together even though I know you don't like him," he said. "So why did you ignore me?" you asked barely turning your neck to look at him.

“Because I was embarrassed with myself. I shouldn't have gotten so upset. I'm sorry," he said. He gently touched your side moving you around. He looked you apologetically in your eyes.

"I promise next time I get upset I'll talk to you about it so we can work it out together," he said. "Promise?" you asked. He nodded with a smile leaning down and placing a peck on your cheek.

"Promise," he said. You turned your head placing a sweet kiss on his lips. He smiled holding onto the side of your face deepening the kiss you shared. He pulled you closer to his frame but you stopped him," he frowned worried but you chuckled.

"I'm on my way to meet with my father," you said gently pushing him back. He didn't protest he nodded understandingly. "You should come with," you said breaking the tension in the car. Shocked he sat back. "Is that a good idea?" he asked. You scoffed small chuckle leaving your lips.

"Why wouldn't it be?" you asked leaning forward inches from his lips. "You nervous?" you asked eyes flicking from his eyes, to his lips then back to his eyes. He shook his head gulping hard. "No, I'm just making sure you're making the right choice," he said. "Why wouldn't I be?" you asked placing a sweet kiss on his lips. Your fingers lingered dusting the strings of his sweater. He shut his eyes relaxing into your touch.

You pulled away seeing his eyes still closed. You smiled a giggle leaving your lips. When he opened his eyes you were already looking into his. You took in your beauty from this angle. This close he could see every detail of your face. Your scar from a pimple, the curve of your lips, the shape of your eyes and nose. You looked so beautiful. Every inch of you was.

You chuckled backing away. "You're staring," you commented. He shook himself out of his thoughts.

"I couldn't help it," he said making you smile.

You turned to the driver. "Nathan started the car. Take us to my father," you said looking back at Jisung with a smile.

"It's ok Y/n. I promise I'll meet him another time," he said. Your smile fell and you nodded. "I have something I need to do. I'll call you ok?" he said as the car stopped. He leaned over placing a quick kiss on your cheek and then left.

It was a good idea that Jisung left. The meeting you assumed you'd be having was much worse than you thought.

You never thought this was where it would come to. You and Johnny Suh sitting in one of the tallest buildings in the city. Sitting in one of your Father's buildings, HeadQuarters. Both of you sat in his office your father sitting behind his high desk while the two of you sat in front of it. Security standing in all areas of the room. Some Security yours, some Johnny's but the majority your fathers.

The office was dark and cold. You always hated coming here. The large window behind your father's coal-colored desk exposed the city that surrounded you. As a kid, you would run to the window and stare below the people appearing as ants. Your father wasn't one for the arts. He was a modern man with traditional values. He was modern with his money but not his mind. Is office showed just that. A lifeless room with dark colors on the walls.

Black leather couches were placed behind for more personal, comfortable meetings with clients. However, while personal this was far from comfortable.

Your father's reactions were sure to scare you. You had been caught. You looked over at Johnny. Johnny glanced over to you with a nod. You turned back to your father.

He tapped his finger on his desk. "Recently it has been brought to my attention that you have been running around the frat house Johnny runs making trouble. Is that true?" your father asked.

You shrugged playing with the arm of the leather true. "You already know the answer. That's why you're asking," you responded annoyed. He huffed hands clasped together squeezing each other. "Y/n I'm not a part of your little game. You will not speak to me as you please. Remember I am your father," he said sternly.

You scoffed. "Since when? Since people are talking? Since mother left you?" you questioned poking at him. He slammed his fist on his desk gritting his teeth. "I won't let you destroy this business Y/n!" he yelled. "One more mistake and I'll cut you off," he warned. You shrugged cockily. "So what? Mother makes more money than you. She takes care of me very well," you said.

"Y/n I'm being serious," he said.

"Y/n listen to your daddy-"

"You shut the fuck up, Suh. I don't want to hear a sound from you or I swear I'll kill you. You're lucky your father is important to this business or so help me I'll kill you with my bare hands," he threatened. Johnny raised his hands defense shutting his mouth. He turned back to you.

"As for you," he pointed. "You're going to live with your mother for the rest of the semester. You can finish school online but you can't be here," he said. You shook your head. "No, I'm not," you spoke back. He raised a brow. "Oh really? Well, I pay for your apartment in the city remember?" he threw in your face.

"Mother can buy me another," you argued as he stood up walking to you. His chest puffed out as he walked further. Nostrils flared as you continued to speak.

"She can buy me a bigger one too. At least she fills up the Y/n-shaped hole in her heart with reliable money. Tell me Father where does your source of income come from again," you said standing up in his face. He reached his hand behind and swung slapping you square in the face.He hit you so hard you fell. Everyone jerked forward shocked.

The minute you hit the floor the shock hit you. Never in your life did your father put his hands on you. He yelled and said the most harmful things to you. But he never hit you and you said worst things to him in the past. He just shuts you out. Avoid you for weeks sometimes months. This only means whatever you did this time cost him a whole lot more than money. The security plus Johnny moved to help you but your father cursed.

"Step back all of you!" he huffed chest rising up and down. He bends down to your level on the ground. You held the side of your face that burned. "Let me explain something to you. And I'll only explain it once to pay attention," he said grabbing onto your hair. You winced in pain.

"If I ever find out again you made another little video to get revenge on some stupid college boys I'll do worse you," he warned anger spilling from his tongue. “How could you be so stupid?” He asked the young hoping you could give him a good enough reason to do something like that. He felt a pull at his heart. He failed at protecting you. He failed as your father. It’s his fault you got hurt. You came up with such plans. He should have taken better care of you. He should have shown you how much he adored and loved you. Instead he’s left with a broken heart and no one to blame but himself.

You winced holding onto his hand that held your head. "I never clicked play," you did your best to get out trying to remove his strong grip. He placed you on the ground turning to Johnny.

"Is that true?" he asked him. Johnny nodded. Your father foamed at the mouth. He turned away from Johnny and looked to his security. "Block him before I kill him," he ordered. They all ran to his side few helping you up. When you finally stood up you laughed. Your father stopped walking to his desk, and the rest of the room stopped moving.

"Y/n…" he began. "No," you said dropping your smile and raising your finger.

"You hit me, you threw me on the ground father," you said walking up to him. He didn't move he only turned his body to you.

“You arranged marriages for me, you made me sign fake papers, and you believed I recorded myself for revenge," you scoffed hands hitting your side. "Tell me father what video between a man and a woman is beneficial for the girl?" you asked in the form of a question. He only stammered unable to respond.

"I did everything, Jaehyun told me he told you. I did it because they were all just like you," you pointed poking his chest hard. "They lie and use me. They cheat and treat me as if I'm an object. Guess I shouldn't take it too personally though," you said shrugging looking off to Johnny and then back at your father. "They treat every woman the same. I'm just one of many," you said crossing your arms over your chest.

"I did everything for you," he said feeling bad. He let his anger get the best of him again. He just wanted to hit you for being so stupid. At least stupid enough to film a video and use it.

The guilt sunk into his chest. He could see how you winced every time the cool air touched the right side of your face. He for the first time truly was seeing the consequences of his actions. He slowly started to realize every time you spoke, he was losing you inch by inch. Piece by piece you were getting rid of him too.

"You are nothing to me anymore Father. Not even a bank," you said out of anger. He was doing this for you? Forced marriages and unfair punishments are something no one deserves. You went to walk away but he called out for you.

"Y/n you can't leave," he said. You scoffed. "Why not?" you asked.

"Because that paper you signed was a marriage contract," he confessed. You stopped your motion. Your heart sank below. You slowly turned to him. "What?" you asked. Pit in your stomach boiling up to the surface.

"The papers were for a real contract. Just not to the company," he said backing away.

You felt full wrath throughout your veins. If you didn't hate him before you hated him now. "Married? To who?" you asked. You pointed to Johnny. "Him?" he shook his head. "Jaehyun?" you asked taking a step back. He shook his head again.

"Then who?" you asked more confused than angry.

The door opened and closed behind you.

"No," he said. "Me," you turned following the sound of the voice. There stood Ten at the doorway dressed in an all-black suit. His hair gelled and slicked back. You felt the sob in your throat get stuck. "Ten?" you questioned. "How could you?" you asked. He smirked as he walked inside.

Your eyes widened. Your heart stopped beating for a moment. Not a muscle in your body wanted to turn. You shut your eyes for a moment praying this was a dream. A nightmare you'd wake from once he went to touch you. But it was real.

"Just make sure you are being safe. There's someone who's been watching us while we have been watching each other," He was right. This entire time.

You were watching Johnny.

Johnny was watching you.

But no one was watching him.

You finally turned to him. He stepped into the room hands out in pride and a proud smile on his lips. "What? Didn't expect to see me?" he said. "I promise I'll show," he said coming to your side. You stepped away from him.

"Ten it was you? You made the copy and sent it to my dad?" you asked. He nodded. "I was wondering when you'd figure that out," he said. "Maybe you're not as smart as you seen," he said floating away from you and to your father’s unoccupied desk. He sat down in his chair and spun side to side in the black leather chair.

"I thought I could trust you?" you said a puff in your chest. Your hurt quickly switches to anger.

He shrugged. "You should have paid more attention," he smirked signing his name on the contract. Taking everything from you. "How could this be? I thought you cared about me?" you asked feeling your heart swell seeing one of your best friends ruin everything you worked for.

Ten smirked as he placed the papers on the desk. You looked over at your father tears glossing over your eyes. He only shrugged hands held up. There was nothing he could do. Small beats of silence passed as you tried to process everything.

"How come the prettiest flowers have to die?" he asked an airy chuckle leaving his lips. as got comfortable in the black chair.

"Man, you are so easy to lie to. All I had to do was fight your stupid little boyfriend you folded so quickly. It's pathetic honestly. You're just like them," he spat. You walked up to him smacking him across his face.

Ten heads remained to the side throbbing in pain. He moved his jaw around as he turned back. His cheek was an angry red color. "I'll let that slide since you're angry," he said.

"I thought you were my friend?" you yelled face on fire. He sighed with a shrug. "It's not personal sweetheart. Just business," he said. "Some of us aren't as nice as we seem," he said remaining by Ten's side.

"Security remove them," Ten motioned to you, Johnny, and your father. They followed his orders grabbing onto you. Your eyes met Tens. "You won't get away with this," you said.

He pucker his lips tilting his head. "Awe. I already have," he said as the door shut in your face. All three of you were thrown out onto the street. You argued with the guards but they didn't budge. You were no longer welcome here. Your father eventually walked off saying his goodbyes.

Johnny remained alongside you. After exhausting yourself you turned seeing Wendy and Jungwoo leaning against his car. You eyed her. She smiled at you waving.

"I was hoping to see you," she said. Before she could finish your hand came from behind your head and across her face. She fell onto the ground in pain. "What the fuck?!" she cursed looking above to meet your eyes. "Are you crazy?" she yelled standing back up. Jungwoo gasped loudly. "What the hell?" he questioned.

You went after Jungwoo next but Johnny grabbed onto you holding you back.

"I can see where you get it from now," he commented. You ignored his words trying to pry him off. "What is wrong with her?" she asked. Johnny turned to her. "Like you don't know," he spat. She shook her head frustrated and lost.

"No I don't care to fill me in asshole," she argued. He huffed. "Your little boyfriend just played us, all of us. He took everything, her father's business, and ruined her plans," he said to her. They both widened and stepped back. They both had no idea what was going on just as lost as you. They were only with Ten and Jisung because Ten said he wanted to fix things. She had no idea his true intentions.

He nodded struggling to hold you. You slipped from his grip and onto the ground. You stood back up dusting yourself off.

"No way," Jungwoo said. You let out a cough as you looked over at the both of them. "I'm sorry for my behavior," you said. "I thought you were with him," you said. They both nodded. "It's okay. Just next time talk to us before you attack girl," said Jungwoo. You nodded walking over to them. The minute their arms wrapped around you, you cried.

A few days later.

Your house was quiet. So lost in thought you couldn't make a sound. How could you have missed the signs? The time he spent away was just spent plotting? The fight with Ten the whole thing was fake. So committed to his role he pretended to be your friend. Ten even tried to convince you to not trust Jisung.

Where did he even find the time to plot? He spent most of his time with you. You assumed he got to work after the fight between Jisung and him. The knock on your bedroom door stole you from your thoughts.

"Come in," you said. Jisung walked in Brenda closed the door behind her leaving the two of you alone. He came to your side climbing into your bed. He crawled beside you holding onto you. You laid your head on his chest feeling your eyes burn. Your lip quivered and your chest heated up.

“How could I have been so stupid?" you asked him. He shook his head leaning his head down to face you. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You shut your eyes for a moment.

"You're not stupid. Anyone would have been fooled. I mean we all were," he said. You nodded a part of you grateful you weren't alone in this. You sighed. "I thought he was my best friend.," you said staring at an empty corner in your room. "I thought we'd just talk about things and we'd be okay," you said sadness in your tone.

"I know," he said letting out a sigh. He held onto you wrapping you in a hug. "I know,"

"Are mad at me?" you asked him. He remained holding you. "Why would I be mad?" he asked.

"Because I'm married," you said. He shook his head. "You're not married. So what if the paper says so? You're with me. Ten tricked you. It doesn't count," he reassured you. You nodded and snuggled up into his chest.

The two of you remained like this for a moment before Brenda knocked on the door again.

"Yes?" you asked. "You have a visitor," she said.

"Who?" you asked.

"Mr. Taeyong," she said. Confused you and Jisung both looked up at each other to slip out of bed and to the door. You put on your house slides and opened the door. Seeing Taeyong standing right outside of it.

"Johnny sent me because he couldn't make it," he said.

"Why?" Jisung asked. He looked away from him and at you.

"He has a plan to take Ten down. But that's only if you want to be a part of it. If not he will take them down himself after all they took something of great worth to him too," he said.

"Who?" you asked.

"You," he pointed. You scoffed going to close the door. "I'm not his property," you said. Taeyong swiftly stopped the door with his foot. He shook his head. "No not in that way. I think we both know for a while Mr.Suh has been interested in you. He may have a weird way of showing so but he's changed," he said.

"Stop trying to make Johnny seem like the better option. I'll only work with him to take Ten down. Nothing more or less," you said. Taeyong nodded with a smile. "Very well. You may meet with Johnny tomorrow to discuss the details," he said. He eyed you up and down seeing you in leggings and an oversized shirt.

"Make sure to come prepared for business. Lots of meetings," he said as he said goodnight to both of you. Brenda quickly escorted him out trying to keep up with his quick pace.

"No way you're working with Johnny? Right after Ten," Jisung commented. You went to your closet picking out an outfit. "What other choice do I have?" you asked. He just sighed flopping onto your bed. You never learn.

"Alright I'm here," you said as you stepped into Johnny's limo Jisung next to you holding onto your hand. He had been there for you all week. Even spending the night to make sure you were okay. The driver closed the door behind you stepping into the driver's seat soon after. "What's the plan?' you asked Johnny. He put his phone down handing it to Taeyong who held onto the device. He placed one leg over the other handing you a drink.

"Drink?" he offered. You shook your head. "Johnny I'm not here for games," you said. He placed the drink down into the hold deciding not to protest your refusal. "What's the plan?" you asked. He signed. He turned to Taeyong. "The file," he said. Taeyong nodded opening up his briefcase and handing Johnny a yellow file.

"Huh?' you questioned. "Taeyong is studying to be a lawyer. My actual lawyer is there already. Taeyong just helps me look into the stuff he can't," he said flipping through the file. "I'm good at finding things," he spoke proudly.

"What's that?" you asked leaning over and reading Ten's name on the envelope. "It's everything I have on Ten. Every bad thing he's done and other things that just make him look bad," he said flipping through the pages.

"Wow you have a lot of stuff," you said eyes following the pages Johnny turned.

"Yeah I'm assuming he never told you," he said. You shook your head confused. "Tell me what?" you asked Johnny. They both looked at each other. Taeyong nodded and Johnny sighed. "Our friend Ten has a bit of a past," he said.

"What kind of past?" you asked sitting back. Johnny shook his head "Nothing too terrible," he said. "He's dealt for Jaemin a few times, fought with Haechan, physically," he said continuing the list. You remained stunned the more he spoke. You couldn't believe you knew nothing about this boy and he knew everything about you.

"He also lied about his relationship with us. He lived with us," he said. "Really?" you asked shocked. You looked over at Jisung but he shook his head. "I had no clue," he said.

"He moved out before Jisung moved in," Taeyong said. You nodded looking away from Jisung. The more you found out the more hurt you felt. He did use you.

He nodded. "Yup. We all knew he liked you. Ten just wanted something of his own. It seemed like he always had something to prove," he said. Taeyong nodded in agreement. "He helped you destroy their lives, he got you and a chunk of your father's business," he said closing the file and placing it in his lap.

"Looks like he did it," he said looking off. "Did what?" you asked.

"Seems like he's won," he said. Taeyong frowned head falling. But you remained confident. If you could take down some of the most powerful boys in the entire country, what was one less useless boy on your way to success?

"His victory will be short-lived," you said. Johnny turned to you with an impressed smile. "That's my girl," Jisung said kissing your cheek.

You both entered the room leaving Taeyong and Jisung alone in the limo. When you walked in your father sat at the table across from where you would sit. You eyed Johnny for not telling you he'd be here. He must shrugged it off confidently walking to his seat right next to you.

Ten also sat at the long conference table. You felt your body freeze for a moment seeing Ten. Johnny noticed and bent down to your ear. "Relax remember he's just a silly little boy trying to prove something to his daddy," he said. Feeling assured you sat down next to the lawyer.

"My client signed the marriage form unknowingly. Her father tricked her into doing so," your lawyer argued. You nodded trying to keep your focus on your father. Which was proving to be difficult being that you could feel Ten's bright burn on you.

His eyes watching you closely. You wanted to call him out, say something but knew this was not the time nor place. Johnny noticed. He placed his hand on top of yours underneath the table. Placing his big hand over yours. It slowly calmed you down.

"Legally they are married," the other lawyer said. "Ten has full access to the business as long as the two are married," he said. "I need a moment," you said to Johnny. He nodded and you turned to the judge. "May I please step out for a moment," you asked. She nodded. You stood up and he followed you out.

"Shouldn't I follow her out?" Ten asked. "She's my wife after all," he cockily sat in his seat a smirk rising on his lips. You scoffed looking over at the judge. "This is who you want me to stay married to you?" you questioned before leaving.

You leaned against the wall head in your hands. Johnny stepped out looking down the hallway seeing you. He walked over to where you sat on the ground near the water fountain. You looked up for a brief moment seeing Johnny.

"What am I gonna do Johnny? I can stay married to him," you cried. Johnny had never seen you this way. Normally you'd be at his throat any moment you could get. But now you were partners, he was helping you take them down and you still didn't know why.

"Johnny?" you called. He nodded. "Yea?" he said. "Why are you helping me?" you asked. He sighed sitting beside you. He huffed smirk on his lips. "Because I'm the best," he joked. He rolled your eyes. "I'm serious," you said. He sighed a smile on his lips. "Fine. It's because I want to make things right," he said.

"I should have never taken a video of you without your consent. I'm sorry for hurting you and ruining your relationship with Jaehyun. I'm also sorry for being a part of the reason we're here in the first place," he said with a sigh.

"Johnny," you called. "You promised," you said and he shook his head turning to you. "And that promise I will keep, forever. I told you I'd never lie to you and I'm not. Sure I have in the past, but I'm not perfect. But right now I'm telling you the truth," he said lifting your chin with the pad of his thumb. He wiped your tears away.

"You're too pretty to cry," he said sincerely. He stared deep into your eyes. It felt like he was looking right into your soul.

"I'm sorry," he said. You chuckled. "My enemy is my friend," you said wiping away another tear. He nodded with a smile. "Friend? I think I like that," He said a warm feeling in his chest. He sighed, "Now come on put on your big girl pants, and let's get you that business," he said. You felt your confidence start to flow back into your body. You nodded.

"Let's do it," you said walking back alongside him.

"Since the two parties can not get a divorce until they are married for two years I can not divorce them," the judge spoke. "However, since Miss Y/N was tricked into signing the papers they shall be dismissed as ineligible and will not be seen as marriage. Meaning the business no longer has Ten and returns to the original owner," she said. "Until Y/n marry then the business shall be hers," she said.

"Case dismiss-"

"Wait!" your father said. He turned to you. "I've only ever wanted what's best for you Y/n. I'm sorry I assumed you needed a partner to run my business, to take care of you. I just couldn't trust that you'd succeed. But I realize now you are exactly the person I'd want to run my company," he said.

"That's wonderful sir but it says she still needs to be married and her partner will own it not her," she said. Your father nodded. "I know. But if her partner wants to give her the company, they can," he said to you. "Really?" you asked. He nodded. Your smile was wide until it fell. "I have no one to marry," you said.

Ten chuckled seeing you'd still fail.

"I'll get Jisung," your father said. "You can't leave," the judge said. "If that boy is not in the room it won't count," she said.

"I'll do it," Johnny said. "I'll marry her and after two years if she wants a divorce I'll sign the papers," he said. The two men rose in their chairs at his words. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. Johnny of all people wanted to get married. You sook your head holding onto his arm.

"Johnny you don't have to do this. You've done enough," you pleaded. He shook his head looking into your eyes.

"I'm not doing it for me. I'm doing it for you. You've come this far. It's the least I can do," he said. You let your arm fall giving up on changing his mind. At this point, two years with Johnny was better than with Ten.

The papers were handed to him. You both signed the contract with your father as your witness. The two of you are now married in the eyes of the law. "I want to give her everything," he said. Johnny signed the company off to you and you officially became the full owner of your father's company. He couldn't be any more proud of you.

Jisung and Ten couldn't believe it. Everything was stripped away from them so quickly. "So as your first order of business. What do you wish to do Chairwoman Y/n?" Johnny asked. You smiled looking away from him and at Ten.

"Get these men out of my building. They are no longer welcome here," you said. Johnny smirked. "As you wish, honey," he said motioning the guards to remove them. Ten dropped to his knees in front of you begging you.

"Please Y/n forgive me. I love you," he said. You scoffed turning away. He grabbed onto your leg. "He made me do it! He threatened me!" he shouted as you tried to throw him off your leg. Johnny jumped up but security got involved grabbing onto Ten and throwing him out. You all left the building. Jisung came up to you with a smile on his face. "So what did the judge say?" he asked. You signed disappointed. "What?" he asked.

"She let her divorce Ten. But to get the company she had to marry someone. She married me but I have no poor intentions. I don't wish to ruin your relationship," he said holding his hand out to Jisung. Jisung was caught off guard by Johnny. Johnny had never really looked him in the eye before. He usually brushed past him in their shared house.

"I'm sorry for how I treated you Jisung. You may be a dork but you are kind and good to Y/n. That's all I want for her," he said. Jisung looked down at Johnny's hand and then at Johnny. Half of a smile appeared on his lips as he took Johnny's hand in his. The two men shook hands then Johnny left.

He stood beside Taeyong watching as your father walked up to both you and Jisung. He sighed at the sight.

"Are you okay?" Taeyong asked. Johnny nodded. "I will be," he said.

"You won't fight for her?" he asked both men watching you. Johnny shook his head. "Any chance I had was destroyed the night I took that video. She'll never be able to see anything else but that, no matter how hard we both try," he said putting both his hands in his pockets.

"The best thing I can do is leave her alone," he said. Taeyong turned to Johnny. "But you love her," he said. Johnny nodded, "I know. But as the new man I want to become. The only way I can make her happy is by letting her go," he said with a smile watching as Jisung and your father shook hands. He patted Jisung's shoulder and he looked down at you with the most loving look in his eyes.

Johnny knew he couldn't give you that. He knew the game of cat and mouse was over. It was time to grow up. Become a better person so he would no longer hurt the people around him, especially the people he loved. He promised himself the next time a girl like you came into his life he wouldn't treat her like he treated you.

Only a girl like you would never exist in his world. Because there's only one you and that's something he accepted. As he watched over the last months Jisung fell in love with you.

Taeyong scoffed crossing his arms over his chest. "How long did you know?" he asked. Johnny chuckled looking away. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said. Taeyong shook his head poking the inside of his mouth with his tongue. "You were never gonna send that video. You knew he loved her," he said.

"I knew since she approached him in our Anatomy class. She didn't notice me in the back but I was there," he said. You turned your head seeing Johnny was still there alongside Taeyong. You stared at him sending him a small wave. He waved back with a smile. He watched you turn back to Jisung holding onto his arm and laying your head on his shoulder.

Your father walked the two of you to his black limo. You wanted to peek at Johnny but didn't. He was the past. You sat in the limo beside Jisung as your father took the two of you to lunch.

Johnny watched the limo drive off. Once it was out of sight he sat inside his own Taeyong following behind. The limo took off in the opposite direction of yours.

“Your father seems to like me,” Jisung said as the two of you stepped inside your apartment. You both removed your shoes and jackets. You smiled as you removed your heels. You nodded. “It seems so. I’m still upset with him though,” you said going up to Jisung. He scrunched his lips in a frown. He pulled you into his embrace.

“Jisung,” you called face in his chest. You could feel his chest rise and fall. The warmth from his body fills yours.

“Yes?” He asked looking down at the top of your head.

“What happens now?” You asked. “What happens with all those boys?” You asked arms wrapping around him tighter. He sighed. “Well since you exposed them they all got kicked out of the Frat and I’m assuming it’s the same for school,” he said. You released him staring up into his eyes surreal written on your face.

“Really?” You asked. “How? Johnny and Jaehyun would never,” you said surprised. Jisung chuckled letting his arms fall from your back to your waist pulling you closer to him as you both walked over to your bedroom.

“It was Johnny’s idea. Jaehyun just agreed,” he said arms wrapped around your back. His front is close to your back. Your hands held onto his strong veiny arms. He placed a tender kiss on the side of your head. You turned the knob to your door. Jisung closed it with his foot. You both walked over to your bed sitting at the edge. Jisung followed sitting beside you.

“So they're all gone?” You asked. Jisung nodded. You hadn’t even realized their disappearance, only Yuta’s. You knew exposing them would hurt them but getting kicked out. You had no idea the school was on your side. “Johnny stepped down as well as a leader. He’s about to graduate anyway,” he said. “He left it to Jaehyun who will leave it to someone else in the future,” he said laying his arms back and using them to hold his body up.

You smiled proud of yourself. You had managed to destroy both their personal, family, and school lives. All of them would pay for their crimes. All of them hurt people, including Johnny you seemed to have been doing your best to make things right between him and you. You just wished he could fix things with the other girls he hurt, like Wendy.

You let out a sigh feeling a huge weight lifted off your shoulders. “It’s finally over,” you said looking towards your window. You then looked back at Jisung with a smile. His lips motioned yours, he’d been staring at them the whole time. “Time to celebrate,” you said eyes flicking from his, to his lips, and back to his.

He shook his head looking away. He chuckled rubbing his eyes. “You have to stop doing that,” he said. You giggled leaning closer to him. Hands pawing at your bed. “Like what?” You asked wide eyes looking at his. He chewed his lip focusing on the part between yours. Your eyes wide staring into his.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. Just off your intense stare alone, he could feel the twitch in his pants. You looked down from his eyes and this time at his cock. You looked back up into his sitting closer to him. “Jisung,” you called just below a whisper. He gulped. “Yes?” He asked his voice dropping an octave.

“Will you celebrate with me?” You asked your words dropping from your lips like a magic spell. He felt tranced by the sound of your voice. If you kept talking to him like that he’d exploded. He nodded jaw slacking. “Yea,” he said eyes still trained on yours. You giggled darkly. “What should do to celebrate?” You asked. Your hand met his neck creeping its way down his body. He watched your hand for a moment slide down his chest slowly.

“Should I reward you for everything you’ve done for me? Wrap my lips around your cock and make you feel good?” You asked voice hushed and soft like silk. Jisung sucked in a breath. His dick twitched in his pants. He chewed on his lip watching as your hand inched its way closer. Hovering over his dick your hand wrapped around it squeezing him. He groaned head falling back.

“Y/n please,” begged subtly trying to fuck his cock in your hand.

It was so hot. Watching Jisung squirm under your touch. His long hair was already a mess. Sweat formed on his forehead making a few hairs stick onto his forehead. His lips parted soft groans escaped his lips. You palmed him just above his jeans. You could feel his cock hardened in the grip of your hand.

You cooed at his reactions. His lips puffy and pouting out. His dazed eyes look into yours. Then you realized you didn't want to ruin him. You wouldn't treat him like the boys you had been with. You wanted ownership and control. With Jisung you could relax. Please him and still feel confident in your skin.

The idea of making Jisung feel good. Helping him reach his high went straight from your head to your pussy. You leaned over smirk on your lips. You couldn’t help it. You engulfed his lips with yours. He whined into your mouth hands reaching up and grabbing onto your hair. The kiss is passionate and full of hunger. You'd both been waiting for this. After months of tension and longing stares of want we're finally reaching the surface.

The desire for each other made you both mad. You wanted nothing more than to fuck him and make him feel good. Jisung had the same desires as you. Desperate to please you. Clinging onto your frame when you pulled away from his lips. He softly bit into your bottom lip pulling you closer to his mouth. His lips quickly on yours again.

When you both finally pulled away your chest rose up and down. Faces flushed, the tips of his ears red. "Y/n I want you so badly. I need you baby it hurts," he whined pushing his throbbing dick into your hand that remained covering it. You frowned leaning close to him.

"How can I make it go away?" you asked teasing tone in your voice. He shuddered feeling you squeeze him again. Tingles ran down his spine. His fingers gripped onto the sheets of your bed. His other hand wraps around the small of your back and squeezes onto your love handles.

"Touch me," he hushed, begging onto your lips. His pleading eyes looked into yours. He needed you so badly that it hurt him. He couldn't begin to understand. He never realized how badly he could desperately want another person. You tenderly kissed his jaw, kissing your way down the rest of his body.

You reached his exposed neckline breaking away only to pull his shirt over his head. His hair flopped down into place. His chest rose and fell. Your eyes danced around his naked torso. Lines carved out forming a v to his cock. You licked your lips. Jisung started to feel a little shy under your stare. You smiled up at him feeling his body tense. You kissed your way down his body.

He wanted nothing more than to flip you over. Shove his mouth between your legs and devour your pussy like a starved man. That day he tasted you on his fingers he swore when the opportunity came he'd taste every inch of you. He dreams about your sweet taste. He knew now in this moment he'd have to wait before he could explore your body. This time you'd take your time. Make him feel good. Silently thanking him for being there.

He didn't expect this from you. He just wanted to remain by your side for as long as you'd have him. He loved you more than anyone else in this world. He'd have his time with you. He'd give you everything if you wanted it.

But for now, he'd let you do whatever you'd like.

You pushed him back. His body lying flat on your bed. Leaning to your side you unbuckled his belt. Undoing his button he lifted his ass allowing you to remove his clothes. He went to reach out to touch you but you backed away shaking your head.

"I want to try this," you said. He raised a brow sitting up a little. "You've never given head before?" he asked a little confused. If you had never said anything he would have believed you had. You were making him feel so good before you even touched him. He thought you knew what you were doing.

You shook your head playing with the outline of his boxers. "No. My mother told me to never do it. She would say, "He already has you in his bedroom. Why do you need to do anymore?" you said a small chuckle leaving your lips. Jisung's eyes followed yours and your hands outlining his hard cock. A patch of wetness on his boxers. You sighed looking down at his cock squeezing his tip with your fingers.

He groaned loud bucking his hips upwards. "But you're not just any man. You're the man I love," you said looking into his eyes. He smiled wide your words touching his heart. Dancing through his mind. Your confession almost made him forget your wet lips were inches away from his dick.

You peeled back his underwear hard cock springing out angry and red. The cool air in your bedroom made him shudder.

Your intense gaze not helping. His dick glistened covered in precum. Curious hands of yours reached up grabbing the base of his cock. You jerked him watching as his jaw fell open. He couldn't tell which aroused him more. Seeing you with his cock in your hands or how good the small motion made him feel.

He twitched in your hand once your mouth inched closer. Your lips parted only wrapping around his tip. "Fuckkkk," he cursed his head falling back. Loud earthy groans erupted from his chest once you inched his way down your throat. You felt the gag coming but held it. You couldn't stop. He felt so heavy and hot on your tongue.

You sucked his dick slurring on his cock. His hands reached up grabbing a fist full of your hair and turning it into a ponytail. He wouldn't last long like this. Either he fucked you or played with your pussy well enough to make you cum. "Fuck Y/n your mouth feels so fucking good," he moaned eyes shutting and jaw slack. He looked down for a moment seeing his dick disappear past your lips.

He felt like exploding. But not like this. He didn't wanna cum in your mouth. He pulled you both his whole body tense. He felt like folding but didn't. You sat back wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and licking the rest of his precum mixed with your spit on the side of your mouth.

"Was I bad?" you innocently asked. Jisung sat further onto your bed shaking his head. His lips parted and his chest glistened with sweat. "No baby. You are perfect," he said. You felt the praise go straight to your head. Unable to hide the smile on your lips. He turned to you crawling to your side dick still hard and standing thick and tall.

"It was just too much. It felt too good," he said. He played with the hem of your shirt. You smiled lifting it over your head. He leaned forward lips close to your ear. His hand reached around to your white bra. With one hand he unclipped your bra watching it fall onto the ground.

"Now let me return the favor," he said. You giggled and he smiled. His hand gently laid you on your bed. He kissed your lips then made his way down your jaw, reaching your neckline and soon the valley of your breast. He moved his mouth over. Hot lips engulf your nipple. Flicking it with his tongue. His hand massaging the other one. Your hand reached up into his hair. Airy breaths escaped your lips. You wrapped your legs around him. Grinding your thinly covered pussy over his exposed stiff cock.

"Fuck Ji I need you so badly," you moaned. His lips still wrapped around your nipple. He nodded his hand traveling down your body. "I know baby I know. I'm gonna take good care of you," he said placing a kiss on your nipple. His hand slid past the waistline of your long flowy brown skirt. He went to lift your panties but found none. His eyes glowed as he felt the softness of your skin.

"No panties?" he teased raising his brow. His fingers traveled to your naked pussy scouting up your wetness and circling it around your clit. "Bad girl," he teased pressing down on your clit. You groaned loudly, louder than you ever have before. It made you nervous knowing you had a full staff working today. You covered your mouth but Jisung reached up removing it from your puckered lips.

He spoke no words to you just fucked his fingers into you preparing you for his cock. "Jisung please I need you," you whined. He nodded. "I know baby but let me get you ready," he said lifting your skirt with his free hand. "Besides I haven't even been able to taste you again," he said with a smirk. His fingers slipped out of you. He pulled the skirt off your body exposing your naked frame to the room.

He couldn't help the drool that pooled at the corners of his mouth. He could see every curve of your body. The curve of your breast, hips, and ass. Every inch of your body is perfect to him. It made his cock twitch. He covered himself with his hands as he admired you. He didn't jerk off, he just admired concealing himself for a moment before he watched as you spread your legs open wide for him.

He gawked at the sight of your glistening core. He wasted no time preparing you. He launched down and like a starved man he ate every inch of your pussy. He licked and sucked on your clit his fingers toying with your entrance. He fucked one finger inside soon followed by another. Both fingers are soaked with your wetness. He pressed your body down with his free hand continuing his assault on your clit. He craved your taste. He was so grateful to have you under your pussy in his mouth. It was his turn to give you everything.

You were unable to control the sounds that left your lips. Head tossing and turning. Your hands gripping tightly onto his thick dark high. Rutting your poussy against his pink lips. His waist fucking into your mattress the more you used his face. No one had ever made you feel like Jisung did. The way he wasn't eating you just to get it over with but to make you feel amazing. To help you and be the reason you feel euphoric. Whatever it was and what he was doing felt too good to let go. You made sure he was yours after this.

His skills shocked you. You already knew he was good with his hands but his mouth too? You couldn't help but wonder what his cock would feel like deep inside you.

"Jisung baby I'm so close," you moaned tightly holding onto his hair. He tilted his head up fingers still deep and curved inside you. "Cum in my mouth baby let me taste more of you," he said breathlessly. A few more licks and you came hard in his mouth. He groaned into your pussy sending vibrations throughout your body. Jisung spilled onto your mattress as well. Unable to control himself.

He distracted himself allowing himself time to get hard again but sucking up all your cum and taking some of it on his fingers. He lifted his two fingers to your lips. You opened your mouth for him sucking both fingers past your lips. The scene itself was enough to make him hard again.

He aligned himself at your entrance then realized he wasn't wearing a condom. "Y/n do you want me to wear a condom?" he asked. You lifted yourself on your elbows shaking your head.

"No it's fine I'm on the pill," you said. "Besides," you smiled. "I want to feel you," you said teasing smile. He sent you one back. Grabbing onto his dick he aligned it at your entrance. He slowly pushed his head into you. His tip slowly inching inside.

He sank further and further into your tight pussy waiting for you to let him know when he could move. He held his breath the entire time apart of him afraid to fuck things up. He needed this to be perfect for you. He needed every time you were with him to feel good. He wanted to make you feel this good every day. There was a slight pain once he fully bottomed inside you. You tried to ignore it. The burning you felt.

After a few silent beats of unsteady breathing, you tapped his bicep to move. He moved slow at first his face contorted in pleasure. He wasn't even fucking you yet and he already felt so close to bursting. He lifted you flipping you both over so you'd be on top. Legs on either side of him. You rocked your hops forward picking up speed. Jisung held onto your waist and back tightly nails digging into your plush skin.

You bounced on his cock head falling back in a daze. "Fuck Ji," you cursed. He sat up tightly gripping your waist and fucking fast into you. He slammed himself into you hard picking up his pace. From this angle, he was so close to you. The front of your body pressed against his. Both your bodies are connected mixed with sweat and cum. He groaned loudly feeling you squeeze around him.

He was losing his mind. You were lost in the feeling. "Fuck baby I love you," he moaned and you smiled moving some strains of hair from his face. You leaned down placing a passionate kiss on his hot lips. When you pulled apart your forehead rested on his. "I love you too," you said back. He smiled brightly still at a loss for words. Unable to steady his breathing at the feeling of you wrapped around him so deliciously tight.

"Faster Ji," you moaned head falling back. He flipped the two of you over. Lifting your legs around his waist. He grabbed onto yours angling your body and spreading you wide. His cock digging deeper into your pussy. He was so deep inside you his dick with a slight curve brushed over your spot. You moaned out loud almost choking. Jisung smirked quickening his pace.

"That feel good?" he asked between breaths. You nodded but he shook his head. "Words baby or I'll stop," he lied. "It feels so good Jisung," you moaned eyes shut lost in pleasure. "Good girl," he said. His eyes traveled down to where his dick disappeared inside you. "Fuck baby I could fuck you for hours," he said feeling himself getting closer to his high.

You raised your brow growing a smirk on your lips. "What's stopping you?" you asked playfully. Your hand reached around him pulling him closer to you. The other held on tightly to your sheet like it would save you from Jisung's dick that drilled inside you.

"Fuck baby I'm so close," you moaned head falling back. Your moans grew louder and pussy tightened around his cock. He reached his hand around his fingers circling your clit. Your moans are higher pitched with the added feeling. Both of you loud groans echo in your bedroom. He gritted his teeth determined to bring you both there. He felt your release. Your pussy soaking his dick. The squishing sounds you made as he continued to fuck you. Some of your cum dribbling down the sides of his shaft.

Overstimulated you squeezed around him. He squeezed around him one last time before he spilled. He coaxed your inside your cum mixing with his. He road out both your highs before he slowly pulled out. "Fuck," you cursed head falling onto your pillow. You looked up at him. He was kneeling on your bed, naked and glistening. His chest rose up and down, lips parted and high sticking to his forehead. The sight itself was enough to have you soaked again.

Jisung turned to you lovingly. He moved beside you placing a kiss on your lips. "I'll go get a towel," he said. But you pulled his arm stopping him. You smiled sitting up from your bed. You leaned closer to his lips. "Or we could just take a shower," you teased. He nodded scouting you up in his arms. "We can do that too," he said placing a gentle kiss on your nose before he carried you into the bathroom.

"I love you," he said as he lay next to you in bed. You smiled at him both of you naked under the soft covers holding each other in a warm embrace.

"I love you," you said back a smile on both your lips and in your eyes. You have found not only your friend but your person. Jisung understood you and loved you no matter how ugly life got. No matter what you did in your past or future. You saw him and he saw you. He wasn't a loser to you. He was someone you loved.

He felt honored to be loved by you. Someone he'd loved from afar for so long had finally seen him.

Took you long enough.

Two Years Later.

Just after finalizing your divorce with Johnny Jisung waited in the car as you stood outside the prison Ten currently sat in. You had sent him a letter two years ago but never came to meet in person. The letter told him how upset you were at him but wanted to hear his side of things.

You walked inside with a police officer by your side. You walked into a room with a chair. behind a desk. Ten sat at the other side. You felt nervous in the days leading up to now. However, with Ten sitting across from you it didn't feel as bad anymore.

"I got your letter," he said peeling the paint on the desk. “I was wondering when you’d finally show,” as he spoke he refused to look into your eyes. You sighed looking at him.

“I just want to know why,” you said still a bit of pain in your voice. "Why did you send my father the video?" you asked.

He lifted his head slightly. “Does Jisung know you here?” He asked. You nodded your head. Ten lightly scoffed a smile on his lips.

“I was angry,” he said. “And jealous,” he said the words just slipped from his tongue so easily. “I knew you loved me Ten but was it all worth it?” You asked. He shrugged.

“You were mine for a few days. What a few days from forever?” He asked finally looking into your eyes. You sighed wishing he’d understand your feelings for him were not the same as his.

You shook your head. “On paper yes,” you nodded. “But I never felt the way you feel for me you,” you said shaking your head. “I never will Ten and that’s okay. I’m not saying your feelings for me don’t matter because they do. You were one of my best friends. I cared for you like my friend and you betrayed me. You kept secrets from me. Friends don’t do that,” you said the hurt in your voice heard.

“Push away any romantic feelings aside I know deep down at a certain point you viewed me as your friend,” you said. He shook his head. “I never saw you as my friend Y/n. I liked you the moment you helped me,” he confessed.

“I think I was just more upset I couldn’t tell you myself,” he shamefully said. “I wanted to tell you, I did. But I lost my chance to,” he said. “I’m sorry I fought Jisung and I’m sorry for hurting you. I never meant to cause you pain. I just wanted to have you, even for a moment. I know you don’t feel the same way and I’ve accepted it but just for a moment,” he said.

“I’m sorry I forced you to love me,” he said letting his head fall. You chewed on your lip. “I forgive you,” you said. He picked his head back up, a hopeful look in his eyes. You stood up from your seat. “I wish you the best in life Ten, truly I do,” you said to him. The hope faded from his eyes and was instead replaced with understanding. He nodded head falling in shame.

“Thank you for forgiving me,” he said before you walked away. Out of his life forever.

Everyone else remained the same. The men all apologized to you but remained with crushed egos and low self-esteem thanks to you. Johnny let you go. Jaehyun wrote a book about you and finally moved on as well. Haechan goes to therapy. Doyoung moved back home to help his community by working as a tutor. Jungwoo became an actor and Wendy a singer. You're all busy now but still make time for Sunday brunch.

Yuta is still missing. But the last everyone heard he was working on a farm in Japan. Mark transferred schools and is still scared of you. YangYang is working on himself and how he treats girls. Jaemin’s business was surprisingly successful. He’s made a living selling weed even though he doesn’t have to, his parents are extremely wealthy.

Jeno and you are still at each other's throats but for the most part, keep it quiet around the family. And Si Cheng is still in China forced to work with his father. Most of their families cut them off or at least about half of what they normally got.

Chenle got better at hacking and now working for the government. And you and Jisung are still happily together.

You traveled, and your business is even 10x more successful than it was when your father owned it. He retired. You also learned to love yourself.

It no longer bothers you when people call you an

“Easy A”

You may have been the reason they all got kicked out of school and lost thousands of dollars to their names as well as a few of their titles. Some of their parents even cut them off since you exposed all their lies. But to you, it was all worth it.

If you had the chance you'd do it all over again.

Fin

GUYS omg I can't believe it's finally done. Let me just say thank you all so much for reading! I really hope you enjoyed this final part of the series. It took me so long to write this, you don't understand. I would start the chapter and then delete it. Then started again it was bad lol. I didn't know how to start or end it.

Then I thought about it and I wrote this. I didn't leave my computer the whole night. I just got to work. I told my roommate when she asked what I was wondering I was writing an essay for school. This at first definitely felt like an essay.

I am really proud of how the series turned out. Let me know what you think. This series was really fun to write even though I felt stuck sometimes. I'm really excited it's over but I'm also sad. I'm gonna miss writing about Y/n and her ruin all these men's lives.

Overall thank you so much for reading and please be on the lookout for future projects.

Thank you.

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