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jeonsweetpea · 3 years ago

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Coconut

Summer Job!AU | Manager!Jimin x Waitress!Reader (ft. BTS)

genre: smut and angst (bittersweet ending)

rating: explicit

description: Summer jobs were temporary. Therefore, summer crushes were temporary. No need to fall for your ridiculously cute manager. But one slip of the tongue later + your perverted mind + endless flirting could only end in the inevitable. Fuck Jimin. Wait. No. Don’t.

word count: 17.8k

warnings: cussing, cheesy flirting, alcohol, lots of teasing, OC gets a small cut by accident on her finger, red-haired Jimin being such a menace, pining, wingman/best friend Tae being chaotic, minor jealousy, ANGSTY ENDING.

smut warnings: kissing, unprotected rough sex (remember, this is fantasy), dirty talk, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, creampie, dirty jokes, overstimulation, PRAISE (SO MUCH), body worship, begging, Dom!Jimin, spanking, etc.

a/n: If you don’t like coconuts… Well, I think you’ll still like this piece. Hehe. This was inspired by some real events in my life (highly exaggerated of course LOL). This fic has been in my WIPs for so long and I’m thrilled to be done. Jimin has been wrecking me a lot and I knew he’d fit this story the moment I got inspired to write it. Please enjoy and I hope to hear what you think if you’d like to share! 💕 😄

This fic was also inspired by this tweet. Also, the fic is partially unedited b/c I really was excited to get it out! Excuse any mistakes. :)

You told yourself there was no point in liking him. It wasn’t like you would see him after you quit your job and go back to school. The excitement wasn’t worth overthinking. But boy, were you crushing on your manager bad.

God, you wanted to punch yourself on a daily basis whenever you were around him. Why did he have to be so cute? So nice? So attractive? When did your “tiny” crush on him fester into something more than it should have been? You could barely hold yourself together anymore.

Things were fine when you first met him. It was opening day for the restaurant and the boss scheduled you for some reason even though you had zero working experience. Wasn’t exactly the best move on his part, but he was desperate and you were available.

Upon entering, you watched as employees in a scattered frenzy tried to spruce up the place last minute before it hit 11:00 AM. Some were on ladders fixing electrical units, others were cleaning, a few were in the back making phone calls; they were in dire need of help.

Despite all the chaos, he noticed your presence and walked over right away, a hand already extended out to shake yours.

“Hi, I’m Park Jimin. I’m one of the managers here. Nice to meet you.”

He flashed you this gorgeous smile, so perfectly radiant and flawless. It was one that you still remembered till this day because it was the same smile he always gave you. The one where his eyes resembled crescent moons and expressed genuine joy.

Yes, Jimin was cute. Beyond cute. But you didn’t want to think more of him than just that—a cute guy. Your perspective on him would change once you started working with him, you assumed. He’d probably be really strict like the managers you heard from your friend’s workplace or the ones depicted on television.

But no, you could not be more wrong. Jimin was the exact opposite. You learned he was the kindest manager out of the three working there. This was your first job and you were afraid your lack of experience would frustrate him. However, he was patient and very understanding. Learning to be a server with his guidance was a long but pleasant experience.

Now you were a lead role model for your coworkers at the restaurant. Jimin never failed to compliment you at the most random times, make small talk with you, put a hand on your shoulder when you were tired, and he even mopped the floor for you once on your closing shift (something he definitely didn’t have to do).

Little things like that made your heart soft. Fortunately, you didn’t work with him every day, which thank god because your poor heart would not be able to handle it. Days apart from him were necessary or else how were you to mentally prepare yourself for when you saw him again? You didn’t want to risk looking foolish.

However, he sure made it difficult for you to keep calm. Was it when you felt him staring at you that one day when you started crushing on him more than usual? When he called out your name and said, “[Y/N], you’re a good person” out of nowhere?

Or was it when you couldn’t figure out how to open the cash register and he laughed at you before saying, “I can’t help but tease you because you’re so cute.” ?

OR it could have been that day when he upset you by saying you get overwhelmed too easily at work and later softly telling you, “You know you’re my favorite, right?” in the most soothing, yet concerned voice?

… Yeah. Your heart was definitely his that day. And every day from then on.

*Knock, knock*

“[Y/N]! Your break is almost over! What are you doing in the restroom? Are you okay?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, quickly realizing you weren’t at home and were still on the toilet of your workplace’s restroom. “Uh, yeah! I’m okay, Seokjin!”

“Well, hurry up and come out of there. The next table is yours.”

Reluctant, you got up and went over to the sink to wash your hands. Seokjin was the strictest manager at the restaurant and intimidated you. As one of the oldest employees with the most experience, you knew he was only doing his job, but his strict ways made you miss Jimin. At least you would get to see him tomorrow.

So far so good. You made it through the first shift without being nervous around Jimin. Well, the restaurant was unexpectedly packed for a weekday, so you couldn’t talk much to him anyway…

But you still thought you deserved a pat on the back. Your coworker, May, was on her break so it was just you and Jimin in the restaurant plus the chefs in the back. The morning rush was exhilarating but stressful, so you were happy that there weren’t any customers right now in the afternoon.

The quiet atmosphere was pleasant and you were enjoying the serenity until the couple who owned the pie shop next door walked in. They introduced themselves, sparked up a friendly conversation with Jimin, and handed him a pamphlet of the sweets they had to offer. He thanked them and they left a minute later.

You tilted your head to get a better angle at the pamphlet in his hands and he was quick to notice.

“Wanna look at it with me?” Jimin asked with a grin. You nodded and he stood closer to you, placing the pamphlet on top of the cash drawer. “All my friends tell me their pies are really good.”

“Oh really?” you said, making sure your voice was as stable as possible. “I’ve seen some of our customers come in with the mini ones. They do look really good.”

“Yeah, I want to buy one.”

Skimming the options they had available, your eyes immediately took note of the kind you’ve always loved—coconut cream pie. “Oh, I love coconut!”

You pointed at the picture with your index finger and Jimin replied without a single thought, “Yeah, I love cream pies.”

The muscles in your mouth stiffened so hard when the words he said finally processed in your perverted brain. You were one moment from bursting out into laughter, but you didn’t want to get fired. Yes, Jimin was friendly with you but! He was still your manager and you had to remain professional.

The fact that you were also a bit aroused hearing him say that made you cringe at yourself, but the amusement was too distracting to focus on lust. Jimin seemed unaware that his poor choice of words was something unusual to say aloud. He effortlessly continued making small talk with you like the smooth conversationalist he was until your coworker came back.

You thought you would have forgotten about his comment until later that night when he was cleaning the tablet used for the restaurant’s music.

“Why is it so dirty?” Jimin asked aloud to no one in particular. Except you were standing right there, so you assumed he was talking to you.

“Because you touched it?” you replied innocently. Which you meant in the literal sense. He handled the tablet daily, so the natural oiliness from his fingertips most likely transferred onto the glass surface.

“Was that supposed to be a dirty joke?”

His response was so bold that it threw you off guard. “No?”

“You’re dirty, [Y/N]~,” he teased with a chuckle. The manager front he was supposed to be exhibiting was nonexistent right now. It felt like you two were merely friends having a playful conversation.

“Me? I’m dirty? Says the one who said he likes creampies.”

At that moment, you wanted to slap yourself. What were you thinking saying such a thing?! Even though May was in the restroom at the time, one of the chefs could have overheard you. You were so embarrassed and thought Jimin would scold you for being so vulgar, but he seemed unbothered.

“Yeah. I do!” he exclaimed with confidence. You reacted quickly, letting out an innocent giggle to ease the embarrassment you felt and grabbed a small wet towel to wipe the tables down. Heading towards the farthest table from the POS station (and from him), you removed the stains left by messy customers earlier that evening. Jimin watched you, a cheshire grin on his face as he grabbed the bottle of cleaning solution you left behind and walked over to you.

You saw him set it down on the table you were cleaning and thanked him without looking back at him. But then he leaned over to be closer to you, whispering ever so softly and laying a hand on your shoulder, “And here I thought you were innocent.”

You should have kept your mouth shut, but you replied again without thinking. “And so what if I’m not?”

He grinned, shrugging his shoulders and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t mind.”

Your face heated up in a matter of milliseconds, and he left you alone to do the rest of your side jobs for the rest of the night.

“Isn’t it weird?!”

“I’m not sure...”

You pouted at your best friend, looking right at your laptop’s camera to simulate eye contact. “Oh… so Jimin isn’t flirting with me? I knew it. This is why I don’t like assuming things! I’m always wrong.”

He leaned closer to his webcam, staring into your soul with his piercing gaze. “Well, I don’t know. I mean, some things sound like flirting and some don’t.”

You bit your lip, knowing that the one solid evidence you have of Jimin flirting was the coconut story. However, you didn’t want to tell Taehyung about that. It was too funny and also a somewhat personal moment that you and Jimin shared. So you didn’t say anything and told him about all the other things Jimin has said to you.

“I just think,” you began to say, “he’s nice to everybody, but he makes an effort to talk to me more. And he always finds an excuse to touch me. Like patting my back or rubbing my shoulder.”

“Hmm, some guys are like that with a lot of girls.”

“It’s misleading then,” you countered with annoyance.

“Oh man, really? I should probably stop doing that then,” he said with a laugh. You let out a sigh.

“I feel dumb…”

Taehyung softened his gaze at your defeated look. “Hey~, don’t be. I don’t know if he likes you or not. He’s most likely attracted to you. I mean, I am.”

“Oh quit lying, you’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“Well, I tried,” he said while throwing his hands up in defeat. You scowled at him and he let out a laugh. “Go enjoy dinner with your coworkers. You look good, so maybe you and him will finally get drunk and get laid.”

“Taehyung!”

“What? I encourage it,” he said with a hand on his heart. “When was the last time you got some anyway?”

“N-None of your business! I’m ending the call.”

“Okay then remember! Spell coconut!”

Your eyes widened at hearing that word come out of his mouth. What did he mean by that? You didn’t even tell him your story!

“What?!”

“Coconut…” he repeated, like it was the most obvious term in the world. “Did you not see that tweet going around Twitter?”

“Um, no?”

“Oh my god, I have to teach you everything. It said dick riding tip #1 is to spell coconut with your waist when you’re riding him. Thank me later.”

“Why would I do that? When I’m having sex, I don’t want to spell. The fuck?”

“It feels amazing for the guy and for you. You should try it out.”

“Like I’m going to get a chance to do that with Jimin.”

“You never know~.”

“Bye.”

‘Freakin’ coconuts…’

Nervous was an understatement. You could feel yourself trembling as you drove to the restaurant. Were you dressed appropriately? What wardrobe would be appropriate for Korean barbecue?

You hoped putting on your prettiest blouse and jeans would be acceptable. Anything you wore would reek with the stench of grilled meat the next day anyway.

Once you parked outside the restaurant, you stepped out of your car and locked it. On top of facing Jimin, social gatherings gave you minor anxiety. You’ve never hung out with your co-workers outside of work before. Which was a shame because you liked them all so much. The words “We should hang out sometime!” meant nothing if you didn’t follow through.

If it wasn’t for your boss, Kim Namjoon, treating everyone to dinner tonight, you didn’t think you’d get a chance to bond with them. And this way of thinking calmed you down enough to step inside the restaurant. The lighting was on the dimmer side, a cool shade of blue mixed with some white. It wasn’t hard to find the party of 10 (you being the tenth) sitting at the long table in the corner.

And of course the last seat at the end of the table was right next to Jimin. My oh my did he look as handsome as ever. His black hair was pushed back to the side, exposing his forehead. You’d think he invented sexy foreheads. And casual clothing. He was too beautiful for this world.

Uh oh, he caught you staring at him pushing his hair back. You diverted your gaze and locked eyes with your coworkers instead, who all stood up to greet you.

“[Y/N]’s here!” May, your favorite coworker, cried. You went over to her immediately and embraced her in a hug. Your other coworkers joined in and you let out a laugh as you greeted Pearl, Tarynn, and Hoseok.

“You’re late!” Pearl teased, nudging you with her elbow. “You took your time to look extra nice, huh?” She smacked your butt (typical Pearl) and laughed at your surprised expression.

“Pearl~!” you whined. She mocked your whiny tone and then hugged you as an apology.

“You’re just so cute!”

“It’s really good to see you!” Tarynn said, pushing Pearl out of the way for a second to hug you.

“Rude!” Pearl scoffed, but the smile on her face showed you she wasn’t really upset.

“It’s good to see you too~,” you cooed. After letting go, Hoseok almost tackled you with his tight embrace.

“[Y/N]!!!” He always was the most lively of the bunch. “It’s been a while!!!”

“Well, you only work twice a week after all…” you snickered as you returned the hug. He let go and chuckled at your comment.

“Good, everyone’s here!” Namjoon announced, flashing you a kind smile that showed off his dimples. “Welcome [Y/N]. Take a seat next to Jimin.”

“I saved it just for you,” Jimin informed while patting the cushion. You swore you saw him wink at you and tried not to freeze up like an idiot.

“Hm, I didn’t really want to sit next to you,” you said, trying to play hard to get for no apparent reason.

‘Way to go, lie to the man. You doofus.’

Jimin pretended to appear incredulous at your response, and you sat down with a nervous smile. In front of you was May, which relieved you because she was your favorite for a reason. Always so warm and friendly, full of smiles at the restaurant. Kind of like another Hoseok but less extroverted.

Next to her right side was Min Yoongi, one of the chefs at the restaurant. If Jimin or Seokjin called out, he would sometimes be a manager for the day. In fact, he was the one that interviewed you and called you a few days later saying you got the job. He was rather on the quiet side but polite nevertheless. He gave you a small wave when you sat down.

“Alright, everyone! Please order as much as you want. I’m buying and I want you all to have fun!” Namjoon announced, raising his voice so everyone could hear him. He was on the other side of Jimin, which made him at the center point of the table. It was only fitting because he was the boss.

Seokjin, who was across from him, added, “Order alcohol too!”

“Not everyone is of age!” Namjoon scolded, to which Seokjin let out a laugh that sounded oddly parallel to a windshield wiper. This caused everyone else to burst out into laughter as well.

“I mean, I’m legal so I’m going to get drunk,” Pearl declared. She was right next to Seokjin and they high-fived each other.

“Me too!” Tarynn exclaimed and Jungkook, the other chef sitting between her and Namjoon, tsk-ed at her.

“You shouldn’t be drinking,” he said while shaking his head. She gave him a sheepish grin and he sighed, knowing she was the type to rebel. “But if you do, I’ll be the one driving you home.”

“Okay~.”

“Yeah, I’m probably not going to drink much…” Hoseok mumbled. Pearl shook her head in disapproval and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“We’re drinking and that’s that. Lightweight.”

“Am not!”

You smiled to yourself seeing your coworkers bicker back and forth. Opening the laminated menu in front of you, your eyes searched for the alcohol section.

“Are you going to drink, [Y/N]?”

It was May asking and she had her menu open as well. You lowered the menu enough to meet her eyes before replying with, “I don’t know… I think someone has to be the designated driver here.”

“That’s true. I’m sure Namjoon isn’t drinking though. If you drink, I’ll drink,” she suggested, a flirty wink followed right after.

“May~, you’re trying to get me drunk!”

“Ooh, [Y/N] drunk? I’d like to see that,” Jimin chimed in. You glared at him and he had the most smug grin plastered on his face.

“Are you going to drink?”

“If you take me home,” he casually replied.

“Oh boy,” Yoongi said with a chuckle. “Didn’t think you were that type of woman, [Y/N].”

“W-What?! But! He!”

You were too shocked to come up with a proper reply and it caused the three around you to laugh.

“I’m just teasing!” Yoongi assured. “Jimin’s quite the flirt whether he’s drunk or not, honestly.”

“You jealous, babe?” Jimin asked him with a smirk.

“Oh yeah, babe. Cheating on me with [Y/N] hurts.”

“But I love you the most.”

“What is happening right now?” May asked with a giggle. You rolled your eyes at the chaotic duo before pressing the call button for a server to come over. Thankfully that stopped everyone from their chatter for a moment and allowed your heart to calm down.

The tabletop grills were ablaze and the sound of sizzling meat made everyone salivate. It wasn’t long before Seokjin and Pearl went shot for shot. You’ve never seen him be so loose and not uptight. Pearl, on the other hand, was not a surprise to see going wild. Suited her personality, you thought. They were the two oldest out of the group and yet they were cackling like young teenagers.

Their energy was infectious to those around them, especially Hoseok. His face was flushed a bright red and he looked lost every now and then. Tarynn was young, but she could handle her alcohol like a pro. Jungkook was also more vocal tonight and you’ve never seen him so carefree.

Namjoon and Jimin were occupied in their own conversations with Yoongi occasionally joining in. You and May kept cooking the meat and stuffing your faces to your heart’s content. You had a couple of shots and so did she, but you both agreed you wouldn’t go wild tonight.

“Oh, does this place have dessert?” May asked you.

“I don’t think so. Do you want to get boba or something?” You ate a piece of brisket and saw Jimin turning his attention back to you.

“Funny, I wanted some pie.”

That made you almost choke to death. You began coughing and then horrible wheezing sounds spewed out while you hit your chest with your fist to help the meat go down. Jimin patted your back and asked you if you were okay while May handed you some water. Before the whole table grew aware of what was happening, you gulped the drink down and felt a rush of relief.

“I’m okay,” you breathed, still trying to not cough.

“You sure?” May asked, not entirely convinced. Jimin stared at you too, waiting for an answer.

“Y-Yeah. I just need to go to the restroom real quick.”

You escaped the vicinity to calm yourself down. Fortunately, no one was inside the restroom and you could catch your breath. Gosh, you really humiliated yourself in front of Jimin—in front of almost everybody. Stupid pie.

It sparked back the memory of when he first admitted he liked creampies. What started as a chortle quickly turned into a giggle and you covered your mouth to stop yourself from cackling. It was still funny, hilarious even. And nothing more than an amusing incident.

You definitely did not want to linger on the fact he said he liked creampies and didn’t mind the fact that you weren’t as innocent as he thought. You definitely did not want to think about him giving you a creampie. And most of all, you must not think about kissing his plump, probably super soft lips.

No. No thoughts like that. It’s been a fun night. Why ruin it?

You patted your cheeks with both hands to snap yourself out of your fantasy. Your stomach hurt a bit and you realized you really did have to use the restroom. You were sure the others wouldn’t take notice how long you were taking because they were too busy having fun (you hoped). Once you finished doing your business, washed your hands, and dried them off, you stepped outside and almost yelped from almost crashing into someone.

“J-Jimin?!”

“Hey, you okay? I wanted to check up on you because you were gone for a while.”

‘Of course you’d notice.’

Your stomach was queasy again and it wasn’t from the food. Curse those butterflies.

“I-I’m fine. My stomach hurt a little, but I’m better now.”

He eyed you closely. A bit too closely for your comfort. You took a tiny step back since the restrooms were in a ridiculously too narrow hallway. It was almost like the restaurant did this on purpose to force their customers to deal with awkward situations with the opposite sex.

“Alright then. Do you want dessert? I’m buying.”

“I’m good.”

“So that’s a no on the cream pie?”

Your eyes widened so much, you thought they would pop out of their eye sockets. “W-What?”

“The coconut pie.”

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” you said, fuming a little because of his teasing.

“Maybe… but it’s because you’re so cute.” This compliment made you turn cherry red and he grinned. “I gotta use the restroom.”

He turned around to enter the men’s side and you hit him on his back before storming off. “You’re mean!”

Jimin couldn’t help but smile as he watched you head back to the table.

You were tempted to drink and let the alcohol erase your encounter with Jimin at the restrooms, but letting everyone see you in an inebriated state wasn’t ideal. You’ve already made a fool out of yourself one too many times tonight, so you opted to socialize and eat instead.

Those who decided to drink continued doing so until they were reduced to giggling fits. This included Jimin, who was usually really good with his alcohol (according to Namjoon). Yet he got so buzzed that he couldn’t even sit up straight. By the end of the dinner, only you, Jungkook, Yoongi, and Namjoon were sober enough to drive.

“I think we’re done here,” Namjoon stated while standing up. “I’ll go pay the bill.”

The drunkards chorused a loud cry of joy and their dissonance hurt your ears. You saw Jimin looking at you through heavy eyelids, close to falling asleep on the nearest thing available—which just so happens to be you. His head cozied up onto your left shoulder and you froze.

“Oh my gosh, Jimin’s sleeping on her shoulder!” May said in a loud whisper, pointing at you while doing so. Yoongi rubbed his chin and chuckled at your bewildered face.

“Jungkook’s taking Tarynn and Hoseok home. Namjoon’s got Pearl and Jin. I’m taking May home. Could you take Jimin home? He lives near you, I think.”

“Uh…” You glanced down at the man sleeping on you. He snuggled closer to the point where you thought your lips might touch if he tilted his head up a little more. You gave him a gentle push off of you, making him sleep against the booth instead. “I guess I could drive him home. But you have to help me get him in my car and give me the address.”

“Sure, not a problem.”

It’ll be fine, you thought. Jimin’s already knocked out. Wait, but did you have to help him inside his home? Oh man, why did you agree to this?

It was too late to back out now though. Namjoon came back and everyone helped each other get to their respective vehicles in one piece. You started your car as Yoongi helped Jimin, who was half-awake, get inside. He strapped him in and the click of the seatbelt let you know he was good to go.

“Thanks, Yoongi,” you said as you put on your own seatbelt.

“Yeah, drive safe. Don’t do anything weird.”

He gave you this smirk that suggested indecency and you were shocked once again for the night. Never would you have thought Min Yoongi would say that to you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” you huffed. “Close the door.”

He gulped and shut the door when he noticed your glare. You didn’t need to be teased again for the night. Shifting into drive, you pulled out of the parking spot with caution and headed for the highway.

It was a quiet ride except for the soft snores coming from Jimin. His head was turned towards you and you couldn’t help but glance at him from the corner of your eye. He looked so peaceful, somewhat baby-like. Angelic even.

Focus on the road, you thought. It’d be a shame to get into a car crash because you were too busy ogling your cute manager. Even if he was passed out.

The drive didn’t take too long and you came to find out he lived in an apartment. Yoongi forgot to tell you which number it was though. You pulled out your phone to text him when a soft voice startled you.

“I live over there.”

You almost dropped your phone. “Geez, don’t scare me like that!”

“Heh. Sorry…” He stared at you for what felt like a long time. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah,” you said with a slight nod. “It was very fun.”

“That’s good. Thanks for taking me home.”

His voice was much lower than before. It soothed you and also aroused you at the same time. Yikes.

“I kind of had to,” you said with a smile. “Anything for my favorite manager.”

‘Why did I say that, oh my god.’

“I always knew I was your favorite.”

His cocky tone did not go unnoticed. You wanted to change subjects. “Are you still drunk? Do you need me to help you inside?”

He sat up straighter to stop slouching and gave you a serious look. You heard the click of his seatbelt and watched it retract back to its place. Jimin leaned his body closer to you, using the car console separating you two as leverage to bridge the gap by resting his forearm on it. The alcohol on his breath was more subtle than you thought, mixed with the faintest scent of coconut from his body spray or whatever.

‘Of course he’d smell like coconuts, fuck.’

“Why are you such a nice person, [Y/N]?”

This was an odd question to say the least. But with how close he was to you, you didn’t think to point it out. “That’s… just who I am.”

“Hmm,” he said, “I’ll miss you when you leave… School is starting soon, right?”

“Mmhmm.”

He glanced down at your lips (you think) before meeting your gaze again. It seemed like he was thinking about what to do next but ultimately gave up on the plan and leaned away from you. You were disappointed, but your heart was beating too fast in your chest to dwell on it.

“I can walk myself back. Thanks again for the ride.”

“You’re welcome. Goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams.”

You watched him until he made it through the apartment building’s front doors safe and sound.

A week passed before you saw Jimin again. His shifts were limited to only weekends now and you didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.

“Whoa, Jimin you look so different!” Seokjin exclaimed once Jimin entered the restaurant. You looked up to see him striding in with hair dyed a deep red. It reminded you of wine and right now, you could use a lot of it. My god. As if he couldn’t get more attractive.

The two men greeted each other as they switched places for the start of the afternoon shift. Seokjin removed his apron and clocked out at the station and you let out a sharp exhale. What was Jimin trying to do? Kill you with his ridiculously good looks?

You had just finished sweeping the restaurant and returned the broom back to its designated corner. That’s when you noticed there was a lack of lemons by the drink station. Customers tended to order water with lemon or request a wedge for their food. Yes! A perfect distraction.

The lemons were in the back of the kitchen located in the huge walk-in cooler. You went there and grabbed eight lemons, placing them in the container you brought with you. The cool air was refreshing and helped you chill out for a second before heading back to the front.

You left the cooler and walked past Jimin, who was clocking in at the POS station. Setting the container of lemons on the countertop, you found the cutting board resting against the wall with a knife in front of it. You grabbed them and washed them thoroughly, along with the fruit in the hand sink.

Jimin wasn’t paying attention to you, which was such a relief. You began cutting the fruit into thin slices to the best of your ability. After having Seokjin scold you for cutting them too thick your first day, it was ingrained in you to never do that again. Even if Jimin couldn’t care less about the thickness of the lemon slices.

You were usually so careful with knives, but today was not your day. You concentrated so hard on making the slices perfect that the knife slipped and sliced your index finger. It wasn’t a deep cut, but you still needed a bandage to keep the blood from trickling down your finger.

You washed the nick under the sink, grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser, and used pressure to cease the bleeding. You were aware the bandages were underneath the POS station where Jimin was and sighed. He was going to say something.

You went over to him and bent down low enough to see the inside of the shelves, searching for the box of bandages. Your heartbeat spiked because you knew his attention had been diverted.

“What are you looking for?”

“I cut myself,” you explained, eyes still glued to the shelves. “It’s no big deal though. All I need is a bandage.”

His eyes bulged out of his head with genuine concern. He reached his hand inside to the very back of the top shelf and pulled out the box of bandages.

“Ah. There they are.” You stood up straight, wishing you had found them first. Jimin took one out, unwrapped it, and took your hand in his, discarding the bloody paper towel you were holding into the trash can behind him.

He began wrapping the bandage around your finger with tender care, making sure it was on securely. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath the entire time until he was done, flashing you that sweet smile of his.

“I’m sorry you hurt yourself. But you’re okay now.”

He lowered your hand back down to your side, slowly, as if he wanted to hold you a few seconds longer.

“Thanks Jimin,” you said, returning his smile. The bell at the front door suddenly rang and your first batch of customers were pouring in.

“I’ll cut the rest of the lemons. Just take their order.”

“Hi there! How many today?” a loud cheerful voice cried out, causing you and Jimin’s heads to turn. Thank goodness for Hoseok and his speed.

“Oh. Well. You can get the next table then,” Jimin said. He leaned over to whisper in your ear, “For now, just stay with me.”

You died a little on the inside, cursing him in your head. Was he trying to tempt you, lure you with his seductive voice? Because it was definitely working.

The bell rang once more and another family walked in, saving you the trouble of finding out.

Only fifteen minutes until closing.

Standing side by side next to the red-haired handsome devil was making you tense. Combine that with the unbearable silence of waiting for last minute customers made you even more restless. Hoseok had already left for the night and it gave you some time with Jimin even if you were fiddling with the corners of your apron to distract yourself.

“So [Y/N]...” Jimin said, “What are you doing tonight?”

His choice of words were fuel for your overthinking tendencies. You thought answering with the truth would be best. “It’s late… so I guess I’ll sleep?”

Not the most interesting answer, but it’ll have to do. Jimin nodded as he rocked back and forth on his feet. He then placed both his hands behind his back.

“Sleep sounds great. I have to finish moving though.”

“Moving?”

“Yup. I still have a few boxes to move into my place.” There was a brief pause, as if he wanted you to say something specific. You took the bait.

“Oh. I mean… Do you need help? I can help you if you want,” you suggested, hoping you didn’t come off as too obvious. To your relief, he turned to you and flashed you a lovely smile that could make anyone faint on the spot.

“You sure? It would be late. You live with your parents, right?”

“Yeah, but they’re understanding. I’ll text them where I am.”

“Great. Um, I guess you remember my address from before?”

“You mean when you were so drunk I had to take you home?”

“Pfft. I was just acting drunk to get everyone off my back.” That was an interesting revelation. You didn’t know if he was joking.

“Right…”

“I was tipsy at best. If I was super drunk, I’d probably have done something I would have regretted. But everything I did that night,” he leaned in closer, “was on purpose.”

You let out a nervous laugh as he leaned away from you, smiling to himself at your reaction.

“Can I start on my side jobs now?” Honestly, you just wanted an excuse to let yourself panic somewhere else. He’s such a tease!

“Yeah. I’ll help you. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go to my place,” There was a pause. “T-To finish moving. I’ll get started on sweeping.”

“I’ll get the mop bucket ready then.”

You left Jimin and headed towards the very back. The mop bucket was near the dishwashing station, where Jungkook was busy cleaning stacks of bowls/plates. He saw you were struggling to lift the bucket out of storage and stopped his task to help you. You thanked him and used the hose provided to fill the bucket up with soapy water.

Afterwards, you rolled the bucket towards the front and waited for Jimin to be done sweeping. You weren’t trying to be a creep and watch him, but he even made sweeping sexy. It was almost like watching him do a dance or something because he was so fluid, had so much grace, unlike you when you swept the floor (Seokjin always got on your case for not sweeping thoroughly enough).

Once Jimin finished, he flashed you another sweet smile. “Hand me the other mop. Let’s do it together.”

You nodded, trying to quell your heart at the fact you’ll be heading to Jimin’s apartment with him once again. But this time, you’ll be inside.

When you arrived at the apartment building, you realized Jimin lived on one of the top floors of the complex. He parked right next to you and opened his trunk to reveal some cardboard boxes sealed shut with duct tape. Some were marked as “clothes”, “books”, “figurines”... you didn’t question it; you just carried them.

You were thankful the elevators weren’t broken or anything, but carrying multiple boxes between several trips made you sweaty. Jimin was even sweatier.

“Phew! That was the last box, right?”

“Yup. Should be,” Jimin replied, collapsing onto his mattress flat on his back. His bed was the only thing complete in the room full of unopened boxes. You stood there awkwardly and he sat up seconds later. “You can sit down.”

“Okay,” you said in a soft voice, taking the seat next to him. The two of you sat there in silence for a while. Jimin looked up at the ceiling like it was a starry night sky before looking at you with the same gaze. You really were cute in his eyes.

The way you fumble your fingers when you’re nervous. The way you look around the room with curiosity. The way you blush when you make eye contact with him.

“Thank you for helping me,” he said.

“It’s no problem.”

“You probably have to head home now, huh?”

“Yeah, I do… I need to shower. I’m all sweaty.”

“Oh right, I do too.”

Now you were trying your best not to imagine Jimin showering. How his wet hair would look, his body all soapy, my god. You were being such a pervert.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked, noticing your face was growing red. You panicked and turned your body towards him.

“I’m fine. But I’m tired of waiting, Jimin. Are you flirting with me? Do you like me?” you finally asked. Your exasperation got the best of you and you knew this moment would change everything. He gave you a blank stare before curling his lips into an innocent smile.

“Well… do you like me?”

You scoffed. This boy really had the audacity! “I asked you first.”

“True. But I don’t want to answer.”

“If you don’t feel the same way, I get it. It’s fine. I’ll be leaving now.”

You were about to get off the bed when he grabbed your wrist. His stare was so piercing that it felt like time had stopped for you both.

“Let me finish. I don’t want to answer because you’re leaving soon. You said you were only working during the summer, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Well… I’m also leaving soon.” This new information surprised you and he let go of your wrist to hold your hand instead, drawing small circles with his thumb. The sweet gesture relaxed you and he continued to talk. “There aren’t enough managers at the new restaurant we’re opening that’s a few hours away from here. My hometown is near there, so I’m being transferred. I’m also studying there.”

“Aw… What a bummer. You’re the best manager we have.”

“It’s because I’m so nice, isn’t it?”

“The nicest,” you said, lowering your eyes down to his hand holding yours. You didn’t think this would make you as sad as it did because he was right. You were leaving anyway and this was a fleeting crush.

“I won’t be leaving until the end of the year. You’re the one leaving me first,” he whined cutely, trying to lift your spirits.

“I have school and I can’t balance having a job,” you explained. “I’ll visit you though.”

His eyes lit up with so much joy, it made your heart soar. “Really?”

“Yeah. You’re my favorite.”

“Aw… you’re making me blush.”

“Now you know how I feel everytime I’m around you.”

“I don’t. Tell me.”

“Pfft, I’m not telling you anything. You’re not telling me how you feel.”

“True. We’re even then.”

You let out a small laugh, figuring this was the best. No point in confessing when you would both be leaving each other in the end. Flirting with Jimin was a nice experience. You haven’t found someone this fun and interesting in a while.

“Hey [Y/N].”

“Yeah?”

You felt the mattress dip from Jimin’s weight as he shifted closer towards you. He leaned in very slowly, watching your every movement until your lips were only a few centimeters away.

“Can I show you how I feel about you instead? For one night… instead of flirting nonstop… why don’t we give each other a break and just… do what we really want to do?” he breathed. You stared at him in a daze, wondering if this was all a dream. The tension between you two was unmistakable and you could hear the sound of your heart racing faster than you’d ever thought possible.

You realized it was just you and him in the safe confines of his apartment. You weren’t at the restaurant or with your coworkers. You were here, with him, and alone.

“I’d like that.”

You knew this was a bad idea, but you couldn’t help yourself. Jimin grinned upon receiving your consent and closed the gap between you two with zero hesitation. First thing you found out was that you were right. His lips really were so soft. It was like being in heaven and kissing its clouds.

He was so tender with you, moving his lips in a slow fashion to gauge your reaction. When a cute moan slipped out of you, he became bolder and placed his hand on the back of your neck and deepened the kiss even more.

Jimin exuded confidence and you became intoxicated with every touch. He made sure each kiss was released with a light smooching sound before going back in for more. You loved how there wasn’t an ounce of shyness in him. He was determined to show you how much he enjoyed kissing you and you were willing to follow his lead.

It wasn’t until he got on top of you when he stopped his actions. You opened your eyes to see the proudest smile on his stupidly attractive face.

“You’re really cute when you’re under me.”

“Shut up,” you said with a laugh. This really was such a bad idea. “This is such a bad idea…”

Did you just say that out loud?

“You think?”

“Um…”

“I’ll stop if you want me to. I really don’t want you to be doing something you’re not comfortable with.”

Your brain never processed information this fast but in this moment, you considered every possibility of what could go down tonight. Of what it would lead to later in the future. Of what regrets you’d have.

But with the way he was staring at you, your mind turned into mush. He always did have a captivating gaze. It was one of the first things you learned about him. At the restaurant, you noticed how he made sure to give each customer consistent eye contact and really cared about what they said (even if they went off on tangents).

Whenever he was frustrated or angry, his face would turn serious and his gaze became sharp and feline-like. It was beyond intimidating and usually for when you messed up an order or something of the sort, but you hated admitting how hot and bothered he made you feel.

Then there’s this gaze. The one where his eyes seem to soften, where he’s anticipating your answer.

“If you’re worried about whether I'm clean or not, I have test results from the last time I went to the doctors,” he added.

“No, it’s not that. I’m clean too but… I have to go. Sorry.”

Even with a day off from work, it wasn’t enough rest for your tortured mind. You were beating yourself up over leaving Jimin like that. Why were you such a coward?

It was clear he was into you and you were definitely into him. Even if you both didn’t state it out loud, you knew it. You could’ve made yourself feel better by telling yourself you left because your parents would wonder where you were (which was partially true, but they were dead asleep to berate you for coming home late until the next day anyway).

“Wait, you left? Dude, that’s so lame!” Taehyung said, incredulous at how you could let such an opportunity slip. You used one of his many pillows on the bed to whack him in the stomach. He whined at your surprise attack.

“Shut up! I know!” You used that very same pillow and shoved your face into it to hide out of sheer embarrassment. “Now he’ll never make a move again…”

“There, there,” Taehyung cooed as he patted your back. “You’re not the type to sleep with someone you don’t plan to have a relationship with anyway.”

You threw the pillow behind you and glared at him. “I know. But he’s so cute. God!”

“Well… it’s your day off today. Let’s enjoy it and order some take-out. I know just the place.”

“Where?”

Taehyung didn’t answer you and pulled his phone out rather quickly. A few seconds later, he had the device glued to his ear and waited for someone to pick up.

“Hello? Is this the _____ restaurant?” Taehyung said. Your eyes widened when you realized he had called your workplace.

“Hey!” you hissed. “What are you doing?!”

He brushed you off with a wave of his hand. “I’d like to order two orders of stir-fry noodles and orange chicken… yes… mmhmm. For pickup.”

“Pickup?!”

“The name is Kim Taehyung. By the way, is this Park Jimin?”

You tried to grab the phone away from him and end it before your best friend said something stupid. However, he was too good at evading your grabby hands and ran out of his room. You chased him only to hear him add on,

“Oh, [Y/N] is my girl, you know? She works there and she’s told me all about your food. I wanted to try it.”

“Kim Taehyung! You liar!”

“Hanging up now~, see you in 20,” And with that, he ended the call and flashed you the biggest smirk. “Is Jimin the jealous type? He sounded like it over the phone.”

You proceeded to move your hands towards his throat, wanting to choke him for pulling that stunt.

“Who said I’m your girl?! Now he’s going to think I’m taken!”

Taehyung snatched your wrists, giving you a cute boxy smile. “Come on, would dating me be that much of a nightmare?”

“Yes.”

“I’m only trying to help you. Maybe then you’ll finally get that creampie.”

“Ugh! I shouldn’t have told you that story!”

You drove yourself and Taehyung to the restaurant, seething in anger at how your best friend created this fake-dating scenario and for what? To get Jimin jealous? You stood him up and now this was like adding salt to his wound.

“This will be great. Jimin’s definitely going to make another move on you after seeing you with me,” Taehyung said, followed by an evil cackle.

“I didn’t ask for your help. Besides, it would be a one-night stand and it’s not worth pining over.”

“But you want him.”

“And?”

“Let me help you, you fool.”

You pulled into the parking spot at the front of the restaurant, unable to think straight. Turning to Taehyung, you let out a sigh. “What are you planning?”

“Nothing much. Let’s go in.”

He immediately got out of your car and you turned off the ignition, quickly following him after shutting the car door. You saw how he opened the restaurant’s front door and waited for you to go in.

“After you, babe.”

You rolled your eyes and entered, spotting Jimin right away behind the counter. His eyes locked in with yours and you smiled. But then Taehyung wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you looked at him in disgust. Jimin noticed but kept a professional smile on his face.

“Quit it, I’ll bite you,” you warned.

“I’m into that.”

You removed his arm and went up to Jimin. “Sorry, he’s my doofus of a best friend.”

While pulling out your wallet, Taehyung swiftly handed Jimin his credit card before you could. “Babe, I got it. Don’t worry.”

“Taehyung, shut up!” you groaned.

“[Y/N]’s one of our best workers,” Jimin told him. “You’re lucky to have her.”

“I know, right?”

“I swear to god, I will beat you to a pulp!” you scolded. Jimin stared at you with wide eyes, finding your behavior odd. “He’s not my boyfriend… promise. He’s just being an asshole.”

“Oh,” Jimin said, relieved. He swiped Taehyung’s card in the card reader and handed him the receipt to sign. “Well, here’s your food.”

He pulled out a large plastic bag of your order and handed it to you, your hands softly brushing against each other for a split second. You swore a current flowed through you at the slight contact and tried not to squeal.

“Babe, I’m not an asshole. Remember last night you came over and I gave you a cream—”

You stomped on Taehyung’s foot and he yelped, hopping on one foot from the pain. “Hahaha… you’re such a kidder…”

The death glare you had was enough for him to get the hint and Jimin chuckled to himself, walking around the counter to get close to you. You didn’t expect him to kiss your cheek and even Taehyung was shocked.

“Do you want to come to my place tonight? Around 9? That’s when I’m off.”

“Y-Yeah sure.”

Jimin locked eyes with Taehyung in a predatory manner, causing your best friend to gulp. You definitely noticed and were aroused at how sexy he looked. You spun around on your heel and headed out the door, the smile on your face so wide that your cheeks were starting to hurt. Taehyung followed you, partially limping from how hard you stomped on his foot.

“You’re welcome.”

“Shut up.”

You arrived at Jimin's place on the dot. Well, you had been camping out in your car for the past 15 minutes trying to mentally prepare for what was going to happen. If anything was going to happen. For all you knew this could be a normal hangout session. Netflix and No Chill. Hulu and Hugs. Amazon Prime with no 69.

Okay, you really oughta stop thirsting over Jimin before you make a fool of yourself. It was a miracle you even made it to his doorstep. After taking a deep breath, you knocked on his door. Nothing. Tapping your foot anxiously, you knocked again but this time with more strength. Still nothing.

You realized you hadn’t texted him you were here yet, but before you could whip out your phone, the door swung open.

“Hey! Sorry, I didn’t know you were here,” Jimin said, panting loudly to catch his breath. Your eyes nearly doubled in size at the sight of him in nothing but a towel around his waist. Tiny droplets of water dripped off his disheveled, damp hair and you froze to take it all in.

Park Jimin, your manager, was half-naked and looking too sexy for his own good. You covered your eyes so fast, but your mind could still picture his distinct V-line from where his abs were. You knew he was ripped but seeing it in real life was far better than anything your imagination could come up with.

“I’m sorry! I’ll just stay here!” you cried, feeling your face become heated. Jimin chuckled, finding your flustered state adorable. He grabbed your arms gently so as to not spook you, but it still sent an electric current through your body. You took baby steps into his place, keeping your hands glued to your eyes. Then you heard a soft thud and him cursing.

“Shit.”

“What? What is it?”

“My towel fell.”

“Stop lying~,” you whined, wanting to cry at how much you wanted to see him.

Jimin left your side to shut his door and you heard the lock click into place. “Well, I walk around naked all the time so it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Park Jimin!” you shrieked, remaining adamant about blocking your sight from the sin before you. “Stop~, put your towel back on.”

“Why?”

“B-Because!”

He stood in front of you and smirked as he grabbed your hands, but you refused to budge. “Don’t you want to see me?”

His voice was low and raspy, which sent a flood of arousal to your panties. You felt your knees were already starting to give out at the thought of a fully naked Jimin.

“I don’t know, I don’t know why I came here. I’m nervous. Why did you ask me to come here, arghhhh!”

“Because you had to leave the other night and I wanted to pick things up where we left off. But… I guess you don’t want to? And that’s okay. We can just watch YouTube or something.”

He picked up his towel off the floor and wrapped it around his waist once again when you dropped your hands.

“Good god, no. I want you so bad. You drive me crazy.”

His lips curved into a shit-eating grin. “You’re looking at me.”

“How can I not… you’re so gorgeous. I’m a nervous wreck around you, Jimin. I panicked the other night because I… I don’t do flings. I don’t flirt. I don’t know how to do anything, I just really, really li—”

He put a finger to your lips and leaned in close. “Shh. I’m the same. This is new for me. You… You are too cute for your own good.”

The scent of coconuts from his body wash or whatever was so fucking good, it was making your head swim.

“As much as I want to hear your confession, [Y/N]... it’ll make it so much harder when you leave later on.”

He moved his finger away from your lips and instead caressed your face, giving you eyes of yearning and lust with a tinge of sadness.

“What if I work during school? I’ll get to see you for a while longer. All you have to do is ask.”

“I can’t ask that of you. I know working and going to school can be difficult. And then even if you stay longer, I’ll be leaving by the end of the year.”

“So maybe we shouldn’t… do… anything…”

“Yeah. Probably not…”

He stared at your lips before licking his own agonizingly slow, making you rub your thighs together with want. You found yourself leaning forward and he backed up until the wall forced him to stop. His towel was sitting dangerously low on his hips now. One small movement could unravel the whole thing and you wanted more than anything to kiss every part of his beautiful body.

“We shouldn’t do anything… Yet why do I want to kiss you?” You placed one hand on his shoulder while the other pushed his damp hair out of his eyes, exposing his forehead that you loved oh so much. “Do you know how gorgeous you are?”

He blushed, relishing in your praise. “No, tell me.”

“Well… the first time I met you, you flashed me this radiant smile that told me everything would be okay. Even if it was my first job, I’d be fine because you were there. And your eyes do this thing where they look like crescents whenever you smile really big. I find it adorable.”

You grew bolder and cupped his face, rubbing your thumb across his plush lips in a tantalizing manner.

“Every time you talk, I stare at your lips because they look so damn kissable…” you whispered. “Makes sense because you’re good at it. Kissing, that is. And if I don’t kiss you again… right now. I know I’ll regret it.”

“Then do it,” He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you in closer. “Before I do.”

That was all you needed to hear. You went for it and kissed him full force because you’ve been craving him so bad. It was sloppy, open-mouthed, and full of hunger, but Jimin didn’t mind it. The excess of saliva was making everything slicker and that turned him on more. He closed his eyes and groaned from how needy you were, embracing you into a hug to deepen the kiss while helping you find a more natural rhythm.

He tilted his head at an angle better suited for you and snuck his tongue into your mouth, earning a small yelp of surprise. But he held the back of your neck and kept your lips locked onto his as he explored the crevices of your mouth, sliding his wet muscle against your own. It was then he sucked on your bottom lip harshly and you mewled, letting him have his way with you. Once he released you, he was pleased at how red and swollen your lips came to be.

Because you were standing chest to chest with him, it was impossible to ignore what was happening downstairs beneath the towel. His erection was poking your stomach and from the outline alone, your mouth started to water. You ran your fingers across his abs, your touch as light as a feather, until your hand reached the towel on his hips. Hooking your finger into the fleece, you stared at him with pleading eyes.

“I want to touch you.”

He smirked, sneaking a hand around your throat and pulling your face in close to his. “Do you? Tell me how bad you want me.”

His voice was dripping with dominance and the low timbre made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Underneath his charming, sweet exterior was a man who knew what he wanted, especially when it came to sex. He spoke like he was full of inner wickedness he’s had yet to unleash. You knew once you committed, there was no way you’d ever want to go back.

“[Y/N]... I’m waiting.”

“I want to touch your cock. Please.”

“Is that all you want to do?”

“I… want to suck it.”

“Beg me.” He began to litter the side of your neck with wet, searing kisses, each one delivered with more pressure than the previous until he finally sucked on the spot below your jawline hard enough to form a hickey. You winced when he used his teeth to nip at the tender spot, but he licked the bruise to relieve you of some pain.

“F-Fuck Jimin…” you panted. “Please let me suck your cock. I want to please you. I’ll do a good job, I promise.”

He leaned close, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear ever so slightly to whisper, “As your manager, I expect nothing less. Get on your knees.”

The speed you got down to the floor was far too fast to be safe. Jimin even had to ask you if you were okay since he heard your knees crack and you were embarrassed, reassuring him that you were fine. He couldn’t help but laugh, breaking that tough demeanor of his temporarily to take off his towel and offer it to you.

You were touched by his gesture but the way his cock sprung free caused your jaw to drop like a dumbfounded fool. It was of average length, maybe a bit more (6 inches or so, more than enough), but the girth more than made up for it. There was a slight upward curve in the shaft and he was smooth down there. Maybe your horny brain was making you delusional, but you found his dick pretty. Because let’s be real, dicks are not pretty. Except for Jimin’s because the world wasn’t fair.

On top of that, he was considerate. He folded the towel a couple of times and bent down to place it under your knees for you. But once he stood up, he placed his hand on your head, guiding your already open mouth onto his hard cock and you moaned at the contact. He cursed under his breath at the vibrations.

“Fuck… that feels good. Look at me.” You obeyed, your eyelashes fluttering at him prettily. “You look good with a mouthful of my cock… such a dirty girl. Like I knew you’d be. Show me how well you can please me, beautiful.”

You eagerly started to bob your head up and down, wrapping a hand around his length to make up for what you couldn’t take. You took a second to spit on his cock, lubricating it enough so that your hand could glide with ease up and down. Jimin closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the wall, savoring how good everything felt. His tip was extra sensitive and you kept stroking him the full length of his cock, causing him to shudder from the intense pleasure.

He then peered his head back down to watch you take him in your mouth again. You hollowed your cheeks and relaxed your jaw, forcing yourself to take in as much as you could. Jimin’s breath hitched when you got down to the base, your nose just barely touching his pelvic bone. His cock had reached the back of your throat and you gagged involuntarily, pulling yourself back and then repeating the process over again.

You soon developed a steady pace and you made sure to swirl your tongue while sucking him off, enjoying the faint taste of coconuts from the remnants of his body wash.

“You taste like coconut,” you told him after taking a quick break, continuously stroking him with a smile.

“Sorry, do you want me to wash it off some more?” He was so concerned; it was adorable.

You giggled when a high-pitched moan slipped out of him as you stroked him faster. “I love coconuts. Remember? Don’t worry.”

You stuck out your tongue playfully, using it to swirl around his tip like a lollipop. He visibilly shuddered at the enticing view. “You’re so h-hot, fuck.”

The praise made your heart swell with pride. You decided to try something you’ve never done to anyone else and dipped your head lower to his balls, cupping them with your hand to gauge his reaction. He jumped a bit in surprise but soon relaxed when you massaged them.

“I-It kinda tickles,” he admitted, blushing when you chuckled.

“How about this?” You didn’t know how you became so bold because you took one of his balls in your mouth, sucking on it with light pressure while stroking his cock roughly with your hand. A slightly saltier taste infiltrated your taste buds as you tried to gargle both balls at the same time.

Jimin clenched his abdominals and sharply inhaled, unable to process this new sensation. If you continued at the rate you were going, he wasn’t going to last much longer. Not when you were being so lewd and sexy. He growled and forced you to stand up.

“It’s time for me to reward my favorite employee.”

Grabbing your hand, he led you to his room past the kitchen and living room. He opened the door full force, not caring how the knob slammed into the wall (and possibly creating a hole). After flipping on the lights, he threw you on the mattress and climbed on top of you to pin your hands down.

You loved how his lights were on the dimmer side, the warm glow illuminating Jimin’s beautiful features and giving his skin a golden kiss. He found your lips once again and kissed you desperately.

Every time you moaned, his lips drowned them out, which aroused you even more. You felt him greedily rubbing his erection against your thighs and you couldn’t wait for him to fuck you. But Jimin was a giver and he wanted to repay you for being so good to him.

You felt him slide your hands up above your head and he latched onto your neck once more, sucking the hickey to make it bruise more. You arched your back into him, moaning unashamed and desperate to have his cock brush against your clothed womanhood. You spread your legs more to feel something and Jimin smirked against your skin.

“I’m not touching you down there until I feel like it,” he said darkly, licking a long stripe across the column of your neck. “Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

His dick twitched at the sound of that. “Say that again.”

“Yes, sir,” you repeated with no hesitation. He used one hand to hold himself up while the other one cupped your cheeks.

“It’s funny. You never called me that at the restaurant. Only good employees get benefits from me.”

“No, no,” you pleaded, realizing he was going to keep up the roleplay. “I’m a good employee. You said I’m your favorite.”

He squeezed your cheeks with enough pressure to make your lips pucker. You whined cutely and he gave you a chaste kiss before releasing you. His hand trailed down to your chest, hovering above your breasts. “But am I yours?”

“Of course. You’re my favorite manager, you always have been.”

Satisfied, he grabbed the hem of your shirt and looked at you for reassurance he could continue. You told him it was okay and he lifted it high enough to see your lacy bra and cleavage. He gulped, causing his Adam's apple to bob up and down.

“I knew you were beautiful but holy shit… you’re irresistible.” He scooted his body down, so his head was in line with your chest. He shifted his knees to better balance himself while also trapping your body underneath as his hands delicately cupped your breasts. The mesh texture of your bra was fun to touch, but he was more interested in feeling your soft skin.

He settled his head in between your mounds and kissed, sucked, and tasted every part his lips could reach while massaging your breasts. You moaned louder than expected, so you clasped your hand on your mouth in consideration of his neighbors.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”

He pinned your hand down but continued making out with your chest, using his other hand to pull down one cup to expose your perky nipple. His fingers pinched the pebbled bud and he twisted it enough to earn a strained moan from your pretty lips.

“J-Jimin, it feels good,” you said, knowing he fed off praise.

“How does this feel?” He pulled down your bra completely, exposing your other nipple for his lips to take hold of. He sucked on it harshly, using his lips to tug on it several times until it released with a light pop sound.

His long tongue came out to play and he stiffened it to tease your nipple some more, toying with it and making it go back and forth. Switching to your other nipple, he gave it the same attention while fondling the first tit.

“God, I love your tits. Look at that,” He pushed them together to make the line of your cleavage more distinct and then squeezed them roughly. “Fucking sexy as hell.”

You blushed and he leaned back to sit on his knees, pulling you up to help you get rid of your shirt and unclasp your bra. Tossing the clothes off the bed, he scooted down some more to free your legs. You eagerly lifted them up and helped him take off your shorts, which were discarded with the rest of your clothes. Jimin couldn’t help but grin when he saw your panties weren’t matching with your bra.

He didn’t comment on it though because you still looked magnificent. Your top half bare with your hair fanned out on the pillow and legs wide open.

He hovered above your body and placed one hand near your head to prop himself up while the other one snuck down to your clothed womanhood. You knew you were practically leaking for him and a single graze from one of his fingers confirmed it.

“You’re already drenched. Damn. I haven’t even touched you down there yet.”

“I want you to fuck me already,” you stated, giving him irresistible bedroom eyes. “I can’t wait anymore.”

“Trust me, I want to. But I like to take my time. Besides,” he leaned in closer, “I love it when you beg.”

He cupped your clothed pussy and pressed his palm against your clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves you so desperately wanted. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more and were thrusting your hips up and down to get more. He normally would stop and teach you a lesson for being so needy, but it was so lewd watching you get off like this.

He used two fingers to slide up and down your slit, gradually increasing the pressure till he saw you pant harder, whine louder, thrust faster. Finally he moved your panties to the side and inserted one finger slowly, nearly knocking the breath out of you. And fuck, you were clenching so tight already that he didn’t know if you could handle another finger until you begged for it.

Inserting another finger, he now had two fingers in your wet pussy and slowly pumped them in and out of you. He loved how your slick was drenching his fingers and he wanted more out of you than sharp inhales and exhales. He increased his speed ten fold once he felt you were stretched out enough. So relentless and consistent, he fingered you faster than your moans could come out, each one sounding more broken than the previous one.

Your pussy made obscene squelching sounds with each thrust and you were now screaming for him to not stop.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, oh my fucking g-god.”

“Don’t cum.”

“But—”

He clasped his hand around your throat. “Don’t fucking cum until I say so.”

There was no way. It was too much for you to handle. His brutal pace, his dominance, the way he was holding your breaths hostage, you were experiencing too much euphoric bliss to not cum full force. You closed your eyes and your body betrayed you, delivering the most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve had in months.

Your legs were shaking and you wanted to cry because it felt so fucking amazing, your pussy started to convulse and Jimin finally pulled his fingers out of you. Releasing your throat, oxygen properly flowed back through your body. However, you were still light-headed and your body was still quaking.

Your eyes fluttered open when you heard a seductive “Mm…” sound coming from Jimin. There he was, still hovering above you but sucking his fingers dry.

“Open,” Your mouth was ready. He put his fingers in your mouth to let you taste the remnants of your orgasm. “Now isn’t that something? You love tasting yourself, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” you moaned.

“So delicious and sweet. But you cummed without permission.” He got off you and slid off the bed, circling around to the end of it. At first he simply stared at your fucked out form, loving the way your pussy was still dripping. Like it was ready for more. “Get on all fours for me. Face down. Ass up.”

Your body was still depleted of energy, but you pushed through and turned over onto your stomach while pushing your ass up. It was embarrassing for you because at first, nothing happened. Jimin was just staring at your exposed cunt and you didn’t hear anything. Yet when you tried to look back at him, he hopped on the bed and spanked you lightly.

“Is this okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, not at all. In fact, you can… spank me as hard as you want. I can take it.”

Goodness, you were going to kill him. He wanted to shove his cock balls deep inside you and fuck you into oblivion. But there was more he had to do.

“You really aren’t as innocent as you look. Naughty girl. Did I say you could look back?”

“N-No.”

He smacked your ass again, this time with greater force. “No, what?”

“No sir.”

The last spank he gave you was brutal, you could feel the shape of his hand print on your ass forming where the skin stung. He massaged your ass lovingly, almost as if to apologize but you really didn’t mind. If anything, that made you want him more. Then he laid on top of you, kissing your shoulder and then trailing more kisses down the curve of your back. Once he got to your cheeks, he sucked on the skin enough to create another hickey.

Then you heard him spit right onto your cunt and jolted a bit when his hand rubbed the saliva in with your juices.

“You’re my favorite for a reason. And I’m going to reward you.”

He stuck his face in front of your pussy, watching it quiver with need. From when he kissed you and played with your breasts, you caught a glimpse of his long tongue. So it wasn’t all that unreasonable to assume he was probably a god at oral sex. Even if he wasn't, you wanted him to eat you out too badly to care about his skill level.

First he licked a long stripe down your slit, then used his thumbs to open your pussy lips wide to lap up your juices. You moaned into the pillow and gripped it tightly, letting Jimin slurp your pussy like the starved man he was.

“How did I resist you for so long?” he asked. “When you’re this fucking delicious. And this peach… it’s all mine.”

He spanked you on the cheek that wasn’t stinging with pain, but now you were pretty sure both cheeks were equally bruised. However, there was no time to dwell on that when Jimin inserted his tongue as deep as he can into your warm hole, tongue-fucking you while rubbing your clit with his thumb.

You wanted to cry from how much pleasure you were feeling since it wasn’t long ago since your first orgasm happened. But Jimin kept at it, using his free arm to wrap around your thighs and effectively holding you in place. Yes, he was merciless and needed you to cum on his tongue. He used his big lips to his advantage and made out with your juicy pussy, not even so much stopping as to take a second to breathe.

Your second orgasm was building in your core, this tightening pressure that was ready to burst any minute. You cried out Jimin’s name as you cummed all over his face, but he simply slurped up all your essence, letting you ride out your orgasm for as long as it could.

When he finally let go of you, you could no longer keep your body up. You fell onto your side and he joined you on the bed again, pushing your hair out of your face.

“You’re incredible,” he said, giving you a warm smile. “Are you okay? If you’re done for the night, I’d understand.”

You shook your head, letting the high of your orgasm subside. “No… no… I want you to fuck me. I need you inside me.”

“But [Y/N]... you cummed twice. I think. You did cum, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes! Duh!”

“I had to confirm,” he said innocently, placing a kiss on your forehead. “But just know I… I can be really rough.”

“Rougher than what you’ve already put me through?”

“... Well… it depends. I don’t want to make you too sore.”

You gulped, feeling your lust build up again at that statement. “I would fucking love that though.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your boldness. “Okay. Let me get a condom.”

Reaching his hand over you, he tried to open his nightstand drawer, but an idea popped into your head. You grabbed onto his bicep (to shamelessly feel his muscle but also stop his actions) and his eyes widened, confused.

“Actually… why don’t you give me that creampie?”

His eyes darkened and you saw the way his jaw clenched. “[Y/N]... don’t play with me.”

You started speaking really fast. “I’m not. I’m on the pill and… well, you did say you love creampies. Give me one.”

He thought about it for a second and continued to reach for the drawer. You were admittedly very disappointed, but then you realized he had pulled out a bottle of lube from the drawer instead of a condom.

“I want to make sure we do it right then.” He popped open the cap and squeezed the clear product into his hand before palming himself. You watched him with zero shame and there was no doubt in your mind you could cum from the sight alone. The lube gave his dick a shiny gloss and it looked painfully erect. He must have been suffering from not having cummed yet and you couldn’t wait for him to take out his carnal desires on you.

You grabbed the bottle and set it back on the nightstand before getting on top this time.

“[Y/N]?” He was surprised that the tables had turned.

“I want to try something,” you admitted. “Let me ride you.”

He relaxed and laid back on the pillow, giving you the go-ahead with a simple nod. You finally achieved your dream of kissing his body, making sure to not leave any part of his torso untouched. He was a work of art and you wanted to cherish this time with him.

“You’re too attractive for your own good.” You lightly ran your fingernails over his abdominals and gave one final kiss to his collarbone. “Handsome all around.”

He couldn’t hold back his smile. “Well, you’re beautiful. Underneath and on top of me.”

“Why thanks. How about when I do this?”

You leaned back and sat up straight, using your knees to hold yourself up to properly align his cock to your entrance. First you guided his tip to your folds, shuddering when it brushed against your clit. Jimin bit his lip, watching you sink onto his cock slow and steady. You sighed with content as the thick head stretched you, but his shaft provided you the delicious burn you were after. Your arousal mixed with the lube helped things go smoothly and once he was fully inside you, you both moaned from the satisfaction.

“God~, that feels amazing. Fuck. So tight. So sexy, you have no clue.”

Without warning, you bounced up and down his shaft like a bitch in heat. The complete opposite of Jimin, you had no patience, not that he minded at this point. He held onto your hips and admired your body, loving the way your tits bounced while you threw your head back in bliss. The sound of skin slapping on skin bounced off the walls nonstop.

That’s when that viral tweet popped into your mind and you slowed your bouncing to more of a rolling motion with your hips.

“How does this feel?” You moved your hips in a half circle shape to form a ‘C’, followed by a full rotation for the ‘O’, making sure to take your time. Jimin’s grip on your hips tightened and his face contorted from the pleasure.

“So fucking good, keep going.”

You were pleased it was working and moved back and forth to spell the ‘N’, but found it confusing. If anything, it’d be an ‘I’. But Jimin seemed to enjoy it, so you spelled out the rest of the word (your favorite motion being the ‘O’).

Jimin noticed your rhythm being thrown off a minute later, so he asked if everything was okay. You internally groaned and stopped moving. This was why you told Taehyung that tweet was stupid. Who spells during sex?

“Um… I saw this stupid tweet and was trying it out…”

“What tweet?” Jimin asked casually and you found the whole situation hilarious because he was still balls deep in you.

“There’s this viral tweet that said dick riding tip #1 is to spell the word coconut when you’re on top… I just thought the N was weird. Because wouldn’t it be like this?”

You did a zigzag motion with your hips but nearly fell off his dick. He was trying hard to take you seriously, but even your sloppy technique sent a wave of shocking pleasure when you were clenching this hard.

“At first I did this back and forth motion—” You demonstrated it again. “��But that’s more like an ‘I’, right? I pictured it as an ‘N’. Does that count?”

“I swear to god, you are too cute,” he said, straining to keep his words stable. “Well guess what? Any movement you make feels so good, so please. Just do what makes you comfortable.”

“You don’t think I’m silly?”

“Are you kidding? I want to fucking ruin you. Keep going.”

You placed your hands on his firm chest to hold you steady, resuming back to riding him the way you originally intended—hard, fast, and desperate. Jimin was captivated in the way you rolled your hips, your lewd expression, and how more defined your breasts/cleavage were with your hands in front. He couldn’t help himself and grabbed hold of them as you continued to bounce.

Having you ride him raw was surreal. The lube combined with your arousal made everything feel incredible and your tight, velvet walls were so snug and warm. Watching you enjoy yourself only turned him on more and he wanted to meet you half-way. Your pace was declining in speed as your thighs burned, so he thrusted up at lightning speed, nearly knocking the breath out of you.

As his hips met yours at a fast pace, he had found that sweet spot deep inside. “You like that?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Your cock is so good.” You could no longer hold yourself up and Jimin seized that opportunity to wrap his arm around you, bringing you down to meet him chest to chest as he fucked you silly. His free hand found your ass cheek and he spanked you, whispering filthy words of praise into your ear.

“You take my cock so well, you know that?” The sudden drop in his voice to a lower octave made you clench harder. “So fucking sexy, grip my dick with that greedy pussy. Fuck~, I love an obedient girl.”

He locked you in place, his hold on you as strong as his thrusts. You closed your eyes to focus on that building pressure in your core, but Jimin growled.

“Eyes on me.”

Like the good girl you were, you obeyed. Jimin loved how you glowed in the warm ambience of the lights in his room with that fucked out expression. And he was only getting started. He lifted his head up to kiss you, drowning out your moans as his dick relentlessly penetrated you.

Your eyes rolled back in your head when you thought the pleasure was too much, but then he flipped you over onto your back like you weighed nothing. His cock never left your pussy, so he drilled into you harder as your legs wrapped around his waist. You grabbed his face with both hands and met his lips once again, this time inserting your tongue in his mouth. The action was so lewd and fulfilling at the same time.

But then Jimin’s thrusts slowed to more slow, languid motions. He was taking his time savoring every raw sensation but each time he thrusted back into you was sharp and calculated. You stopped kissing him to moan and he simply watched you, demanding eye contact.

“Do you feel that? My cock going in and out of you. It’s driving you crazy with how slow I’m going right? But then,”—he thrusted extra hard, —“I do this. And you love it, right?”

“Yes, I want more. Please. Give it to me harder,” you said in a breathy plea. He relaxed his body to collapse onto yours fully, placing both his forearms on either side of your head. You released your legs off his body and spread them wide because you knew he was going to go in deep.

He lifted his hips and fully started slamming into your pussy, his arms trapping you on either side while his face was hovering right above your own. Each thrust deliberate, desperate—a result of him being deprived of sex for so long and there was no way he wasn’t going to give you everything he’s got.

Missionary was bound to be intimate, but Jimin holding you this close meant he was unknowingly sinking his hooks deeper into your heart. Everytime your eyes threatened to shut, Jimin’s growl would alert you to think again. Besides, you wouldn’t want to miss the way he brought his lower lip in slightly, biting it tenderly before releasing slowly in between aggressive thrusts.

The skin-to-skin contact forced your bodies on the verge of overheating, but you couldn’t get enough of it. Your broken moans and his drawn-out grunts were synchronized in rhythm and thrust, the two of you too consumed by the overpowering lust from waiting so long to indulge in your true desires.

Jimin ducked his head into the valley of your breasts, providing you with sweet smooches as he slowed the rolling of his hips. You peered down to meet his piercing eyes and he used that opportunity to peck you on the lips.

“I want you to do something for me,” he said, his voice dripping in lust and dominance. He pushed himself up, grimacing at how his perspiration made you both sticky when he peeled off you. It took him almost everything to slide out of you, what with your death grip on his cock.

He leaned back on his knees and you sat up, willing to do anything to get him back inside you.

“What do you want?” you asked, your voice slightly wavering. Not like you could forget how he said he could be rough.

“You. All fours. Now.”

You flipped over onto your stomach eager as ever and got onto all fours. He stared at your sopping cunt and inserted two fingers in, scissoring you as you shook your ass back and forth in faux protest.

“J-Jimin please… put your cock back inside me. I want it.”

“Shh, shh, shh~, you’re so needy.” He spanked you with his free hand and then massaged the cheek, realizing your skin was still sensitive from the last time. “You okay?”

“Y-Yes.”

He took his fingers out of you and laid on top of you, cupping your mounds and giving them a firm squeeze.

“Seeing you like this… is so unbelievably sexy.” He sucked harshly on the side of your neck and you whined, knowing the hickey will last more than a few days. His lips trailed down to your shoulder blade, down the curve of your spine, and then to your ass. Right when you were about to beg him to fuck you, he pushed your head down into the pillow but your ass still remained up.

“You think you can take my cock?” he challenged in his raspy, satoori.

You turned your head to the side, so your voice could travel. “Yes. I know I can.”

“Confident, are we?” He used his other hand to rub his girthy tip against your pussy lips, teasing you until you were squirming and begging with need. Then you felt him push in, his cock invading your walls without warning and giving you that delicious stretch you craved. He still held you down as he snapped his hips into you at a consistent rate that had you screaming into the pillow. “Take it. Take my cock, tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it!” you shouted, clawing at the sheets. “Fucking hell, I love it!”

He responded by gripping your hips with both hands, slamming into you harder than before and reaching your sweet spot. Hearing the squelching of your own pussy plus the sound of skin slapping on skin was a sinful treat to your ears and Jimin surprised you once again when he grabbed your hands and held them behind your back.

Having complete possession of your body, you simply laid there and took every single attack to your pussy. You loved how dominating he was, his raw passion and intensity taking you straight to heaven like no other. He loved how your cheeks jiggled as his cock slid in and out of you, coated in a thick layer of cum.

“Even your backside is gorgeous, fuck. I’m…”—his hips stuttered but he thrusted back into you hard enough to make you drool,— “so lucky. [Y/N]... I might not last much longer.”

“That’s okay,” you said in a soothing voice.

“No. It’s not.”

He released your hands and pulled out of you. Before you could turn your head back to see what he was doing, you felt a slight tickle and something in your pussy before you realized he was eating you out again. Something about him not caring about his dick being in you seconds before but still willing to service you like this made your heart flutter. He wrapped an arm around your thighs, flicking his tongue on your clit and slurping your juices loudly.

“J-Jimin… Jimin please, I—oh god—I…” your stomach was tightening, the pleasure building up exponentially and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. Jimin ceased his actions and the pleasure dissipated until he shoved his cock into you full force, fucking you like an animal in heat.

You screamed his name several times, unable to keep your ass up and he pushed you down until you laid flat, continuing to jackhammer into your tight cunt relentlessly. Wrapping an arm around your neck in a loving embrace, he snapped his hips in you until your pussy spasmed out of nowhere. Your orgasm was spontaneous and lasting far longer than any you’ve experienced in the past.

Jimin wasn’t done yet and kept thrusting madly till the sensitivity was too much. But you loved it, wanting him to prolong that bliss and he assured you he was going to cum soon.

“You’re so good to me, let me cum in that pretty pussy.”

You could barely moan out a yes, but he heard you and with one last brutal thrust, he cummed inside you. You’ve read online that sometimes when the guy comes inside you, you might not feel anything. With Jimin? That was a different story. His load was undoubtedly large, making you feel full. His cock was still in you and he rode out his high by grinding into you, pushing the cum back in deeper.

Jimin simply held you, catching his breath and not saying a word. He wanted to stay inside you for a while longer and embrace the warmth of your body. However, he did remove his arm, so you could rest your head and lay down completely.

“You know…” you said in a breathy voice. “You’re my first creampie.”

His dick twitched inside you at the sound of that. He immediately knew in a few minutes, he’d be ready to fuck your brains out again. “Fuck… what are you doing to me?”

No matter how late it got, you managed to force yourself to go home because there was no way you could stay over. Not on your parent’s watch. As much as you wanted to cuddle with Jimin, you had to respect their wishes; you could stay out late as long as you came home at the time you texted them. Your aching muscles protested with each step you took, your legs as wobbly as jelly, but you trekked on to your car after cleaning up.

Jimin walked you out of course and it was cute to see him beg you for once.

“You sure you can’t stay? It’s really late…”

“I told my parents I’d be home by 1 at the latest.”

“Aren’t they asleep?”

“Yes.”

“So they wouldn’t know. Please~, stay over. I can make you breakfast.”

You threw your arms around his neck and pecked him on the lips. “In bed?”

“Well, I was thinking more like pancakes or waffles. Whichever you prefer but that can also be arranged.” He engulfed you in a tight hug, taking in your scent one more time. “Get home safe. Text me.”

“I will.”

Weeks passed since that marvelous night. It took forever for your love bites to heal, especially when Jimin kept recreating them. He still worked on the weekends, so you saw him maybe once or twice a week. At first, you dreaded seeing him again because you worried he’d treat you differently. You even made the first move in addressing the elephant in the room.

“What we did was fun. One time thing, you know? No hard feelings.”

“Ah, I understand. But I wouldn’t mind if it happened again.”

You’d be a fool to resist him. He and you stayed late nights on purpose, so he could fuck you in the restaurant after hours. Whenever it was your breaktime, you two would do it in his car. One time you had a quickie in the bathroom, which wasn’t the most comfortable but still enjoyable nevertheless.

Wasn’t long until your coworkers picked up on your suspicious behavior with Jimin. They knew there had to have been a reason you had that certain glow and hop to your step. But you brushed them off and were tight-lipped. Jimin loved the secrecy and so did you.

However, the next month was when Jimin stopped showing up to work. You texted him out of concern, but he didn’t reply. Not that you two often texted each other anyway (he said he didn’t like texting and preferred face to face conversations), but you were worried. It wasn’t until during your break Yoongi informed you he was sick.

You debated on whether or not to come over and drop off some food or something but decided against it. Something in you felt it wouldn’t be appropriate despite how intimate things have gotten lately. Fortunately Taehyung was there to keep you occupied and you got to update him on how great things have been going.

Two weeks later was when you saw Jimin again. You were ecstatic to see him scheduled for the morning shift with you. Waking up early was something you dreaded, but you woke up extra early to get to the restaurant and have some extra minutes with him. You greeted him with a bright smile and a wave upon entering, but he kept his focus on the drink station.

“Hey.”

His back was still turned towards you and you dropped your hand, feeling unsettled. Maybe he was still sick. So you put down your stuff, clocked in, and began working on your side jobs for the morning. He did the same.

“Hey Jimin,” you said, sitting across from him at a table after your side jobs were finished. He stopped staring at his phone screen and raised his head to meet your eyes.

“Yes?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s good. I start school again in a few weeks.”

“I see… time flies by fast.”

His voice was lacking enthusiasm, so you got straight to the point. “I know you said you don’t like texting, but I hope we can try to keep up with each other. I’ll be busy, but I’m always down to talk.”

Jimin turned his phone over and placed it down on the table. He straightened his posture and sighed like he was burdened by something.

“We shouldn’t.”

“What?”

No traces of a smile were found. “[Y/N]... I don’t want to lead you on. It was nice spending time together, really. I loved every moment. It was fun. But…”

You were shouting in your mind for him to stop talking. These types of conversations never ended well, especially when there was a but.

He continued, “My ex-girlfriend lives near the new restaurant I’m being transferred to. We’ve been… talking. A lot.”

“... Oh.”

“To be honest, we were on a break of sorts. Seeing other people but I—”

“Used me as a rebound. Got it…”

“No! [Y/N], I’m sorry. But I care about you.”

“Just don’t. It’s whatever. This was a fling anyway, I don’t know why you’re sorry. Not like this was a real relationship.”

You were pretty sure he was able to hear your heart tear in half. There was no need to continue this conversation. You didn’t want to hear anymore of his excuses or attempts at damage control. It made sense how he didn’t let you ever confess. This whole time he’s secretly had someone else in the back of his mind.

Even if you knew it was best not to exchange confessions, you still hoped. You hoped there could be more. Long-distance perhaps? You realized that was impractical and stupid. He was going to get back with his ex. It’s funny because he was never yours, but you thought… well… that you two shared something special. Now it all felt one-sided.

Jimin thought you were going to say more, yell at him even, he would’ve taken whatever insults you were ready to throw. But your silence spooked him more. Your smile nonexistent, your eyes losing their luster.

He said your name again, this time more softly because he was afraid you would fall apart if he was too direct. You got up from your chair and turned away from him because 1) there was a couple about to enter the restaurant and 2) you didn’t want to look at his face anymore.

The bell rang and you mustered up your best “I-love-my-job-and-I’m-not-dying-inside” voice. “Welcome! How many today?”

It was impressive how you kept that act up the entire day. Jimin tried to talk to you during the slow hours, but you avoided him by finding other tasks to do. Whether it was sweeping, wiping down tables, helping your coworker when he was falling behind on orders—anything was better than dealing with him.

Once nightfall came and the last table left, you started on your side jobs with Hoseok. Jimin also helped, but you couldn’t care less what he was doing.

“Hey [Y/N], I emptied the trash so all you have to do is put in new bags.”

“Thanks Hoseok! I’ll do that right now.”

You grabbed two new trash bags from the cabinet and entered the women’s restroom. It took you less than a minute to replace it before going to the men’s restroom to repeat the same task. Then just when you finished, you heard a knock on the door.

“Yes?” you called out. Jimin entered and you panicked, wanting to bolt out faster than the speed of light. “Oh. Jimin. I’m done, did you need to use the restroom? I’ll be leaving.”

He shut the door and stood in front, effectively blocking your only means of escape. “Can we please talk?”

“No. What is there to say? You don’t even want to be friends.”

“I said we shouldn’t text. We can still be friends.”

“I don’t want anything to do with you. Or come between you and your ex,” He reached for your hand, but you hid it behind your back. “I’m putting in my two weeks. Today.”

He stared at you in shock, retracting his hand and placing it back down by his side. “But school doesn’t start for you until later… you’re not going to stay? Just for a while longer?”

“No. It’s best this way.”

“Will you come visit?”

“I… I don’t think so. Please let me go.”

Seeing his lips tremble and heartbroken expression was crumbling the strong demeanor you fronted. You had to leave these small confines or else you might do something you regret like kiss him and have one last rendezvous. Jimin didn’t want to let things end this way, but he stepped aside.

“Alright. I’ll tell Namjoon.”

His voice was frail and sounded on the verge of crying. You exited the restroom without looking back, leaving him by himself to wallow in sadness.

“Hoseok! I’m going to be leaving early. I don’t feel well!” you announced so he’d hear you in the back. “Can you finish my side jobs?”

“Yeah, it’s no problem!” he shouted back, completely clueless as to what was going on.

Your work schedule was shortened drastically. Rather than working two more weeks, you were only working one. And none of the days lined up with Jimin’s. You didn’t know if that was done on purpose or if it was a coincidence, but it was easier this way. Your coworkers, while sad, understood why you had to leave. Namjoon even asked you if you were leaving because you disliked the staff or something, to which you reassured him that wasn't the case.

Your last work day flew by and you pretty much never looked back. In the last few weeks you had left of summer, you chose to relax and focus on other things. Taehyung comforted you with your favorite junk foods and gave you a word of advice.

“Sometimes you have chemistry with someone and it doesn’t mean you have to date. Maybe they’re just a chapter from your story, a pleasant memory. You’ll find sparks with someone else, trust me.”

He even invited you to spend time with him and his roommates, who were all stupidly attractive and you appreciated having some new eye-candy to fawn over. Slowly but surely, you were forgetting all about your manager.

Meanwhile, Jimin was often found staring at his phone. He didn’t want to admit he was waiting for you to text him, but the thought of it made him happy. Just to hear from you one last time. Sure, he should’ve texted you first but after being firm about not liking text, he didn’t want to disturb you or inflict any more pain.

He did, however, send you a friend request on Facebook several months later. You were swamped in coursework and found it amusing to see his name pop up during one of your study sessions.

“Huh. Jimin sent me a friend request,” you said, clicking your tongue afterwards. “Interesting.”

“On what?” Taehyung asked.

“Facebook.”

“Lame.”

“Hmm… do you want to eat at the restaurant? I’m hungry.”

“You actually want to go there? Do you want to see him?”

“I just… have this feeling. You know what, I’ll place a pickup order and bring it back to you.”

The drive to the restaurant was making you anxious. Jimin didn’t pick up the phone when you made the order and whoever took it was clearly someone new and unfamiliar. You parked at the very front, got out, locked your car, and went inside. Memories washed over you as you reminisced about your time there.

There were some new renovations, which gave the restaurant a fresher look. You saw a familiar face at the register and smiled.

“Hoseok! You’re still here?”

“Eyy~, [Y/N]! Yeah, I am,” He gave you a dramatic eye roll at his poor choice and you giggled. “I didn’t know if the name on the ticket was actually you. It’s good to see you. Here’s your food.”

He grabbed the large plastic bag full of food from the back counter and handed it to you.

“Oh!” he shouted suddenly, giving you quite the scare. “I just remembered! Jimin told me to give you something. Wait here!”

He bolted out of the restaurant and you stood there dumbfounded. Three minutes later, he returned with a pretty pink box with a matching envelope on top.

“This is for you from Jimin. He left this morning but told everyone if you were to come in then this would be yours.”

“Oh, uh, thanks. Can I sit at this table and open it?”

“Yeah! Not many customers here anyway,” he said, gesturing to the empty restaurant with a bright laugh. You placed your bag of food on the table and took the box and envelope from him. Once you settled into the booth, you opened the envelope first to find a card with a coconut border with your name on it in gorgeous calligraphy.

Inside the card said:

Dear [Y/N],

I never got to say goodbye to you, so I’m doing it now. If you’re reading this, that means you came back. I’m probably gone by now, but I wanted to say I’m sorry. You were my favorite employee. Not because of what we did together but because of your kindness and optimistic personality. You made work fun for not just me, but for anyone you came in contact with. I will miss you a lot and I know there’s nothing I can say that will change how much I hurt you.

I hope you don’t regret our time together because I sure don’t. Maybe in the future, I’ll see you again in Busan. If not, that’s okay too. I hope you enjoy the gift I got you. It’s a bit silly, but it’s how I’ll remember you. And I hope you’ll remember me too when you see it.

Love,

Park Jimin

You put the letter down, extremely curious as to what was in the pink box. It was then you noticed the small logo on the side that was the name of the pie shop.

“No…” you said under your breath, trying not to laugh. You opened the box to find a mini coconut cream pie and covered your mouth, giggling to yourself. “Oh my god… he’s so silly. Freakin’ coconut.”

You stared at it for a minute and all you could see was Jimin’s sweet face. As much as you tried to deny it, you missed him too. You took the fork provided in the box and took a bite of the dessert. It was the right amount of sweetness and probably the best cream pie you’ve ever had. Well, second best cream pie.

Grabbing your phone from your pocket, you went to Facebook and accepted Jimin’s friend request before finishing your dessert.

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opalesense · 4 years ago

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srry if this message is long af but omg i JUST found your blog and just finished obsessively reading through all of your works.. not only do you seem so sweet but i am also SO in love with your writing already 🥺💕 so i do actually have a small, kinda silly request if you dont mind... i have a massive crush on kaeya, and your take on a dom kaeya (in "you asked for it" and "dinners at diluc's") had me SHOOK - it's so perfect 😫. So my request is, like... how would kaeya react to a sub s/o who turns out to be very into bdsm but has absolutely 0 experience. Like never been kissed but would kill to be tied up kinda thing LOL. Oh and if you'd like you can include other boys too ofc! But yea no worries if this request doesnt vibe with you just wanted to say you are awesome and have a gr8 day 💕

a funny secret

kaeya & gn!reader (NSFW)

899 words • ~5 min. read

summary: after having a little too much to drink, kaeya coerces a secret out of you that he didn’t expect at all.

warnings: bondage mention

notes: AWW don’t worry about the long message because i loved every single word, seriously!! T^T thanks for the request and for dedicating so much time to my fics omg i bet it must’ve taken awhile to get through my entire blog... anyway i wrote this in headcanon-ish style because i don’t feel like writing in so much detail, i hope that’s okay!!

KAEYA KNOWS ALL TOO WELL of your inexperience with intimacy. when you were first starting to get more affectionate with him, he noticed the way you got so easily flustered by the smallest things and how you quivered in nervousness whenever he offered you a hug. he finds it very amusing that someone usually so composed can break under his slight touch.

the most you’ve ever done with him is give him hugs or hold his hand. if you didn’t express that you wanted more, he wouldn’t force you to do more. but sooner or later, that will change – though, not in the way he expected.

when the two of you decide to spend an evening at the tavern, you somehow end up with a few drinks too many. kaeya watches with a smirk as you start to slur your words, curiously wondering what information he could get out of you in this drunken state.

as he recounts a story of a criminal he interrogated the other day, he notices you giggling like a maniac, completely distracted from what he was talking about. even though he found your laughter adorable, it interrupted his flow of the story. “what’s so funny, sweetheart? this guy was a thief!”

“sorry, sorry! i was just thinking... do you... do you wanna know a funny secret?” you grinned at him. oh yes, he liked where this was going.

“enlighten me.”

“i would... maybe i shouldn’t say this,” you giggled and hid your face as you looked down, ashamed of the thought. he chuckled as he tucked your hair behind your ear then held your chin between his fingers, lifting your head up to look at him.

“go on,” he patiently watched as a blush crept onto your face. he was going to get this secret out of you, one way or another. it was the perfect opportunity! you were dizzily drunk in his grasp and completely flustered.

“i would... i would kill to be tied up by you like how you tied up that thief...” you whispered only loud enough so kaeya could barely hear you over the rowdy atmosphere of the tavern.

now kaeya was a bit flustered. he didn’t expect you to say that at all but he wasn’t complaining. he let go of your chin to place a hand on your thigh, gently caressing it and watching your nervous reactions closely. “what would you want me to do to you while you’re tied up, hm?”

“w-we’re in public,” you shyly diverted your gaze to your drink, taking another sip. “i don’t think i should say...”

“then how about we head to my place so you can tell me?” he teased, his hand slowly creeping towards your inner thigh as he leaned forward to kiss your cheek. you internally screamed at how touchy he was being, but that’s exactly how he wanted to make you feel. “you don’t have to kill to make your wishes come true, darling.”

the two of you hurry back, butterflies violently fluttering in your stomach while he held your hand so innocently, as if he wasn’t fantasizing about all the things he could do to you tonight the second you set foot in his home.

his hands immediately find their place on your waist after he locks his front door behind him. he looks down at you with a hungry gaze, his fingers toying with the fabric of your clothes. “what exactly were you thinking about that you couldn’t tell me at the tavern, hm?”

“i’ve always thought about what it’s like to be tied up... by you...” your voice trailed as he slowly lifted your shirt enough to place his gloved hands on your bare skin.

“mmhm,” he began to rub circles onto your skin with his thumbs. the feeling of being touched so intimately by him when the peak of your romantic experience was holding his hand or hugging him made your mind draw blanks. you were malfunctioning under his hands. “what else, darling?”

“i... i...”

“use your words, darling. what would you want me to do after i tie you up?”

“then i want... i want you to do whatever you want to me...”

“ohh,” he teased to make it seem like the dots were finally connecting. “let me get this straight...”

one hand trailed up your back, still trapped under your shirt. he used this leverage to lean closer to you, pulling your body towards his as he slowly muttered in your ear. “so you want me to tie you up, fuck you ‘til you’re senseless, and make you cum over and over again until you scream for me to stop? you want me to leave bruises and marks that will let everyone know you’re not as innocent as you seem?”

you couldn’t do anything but helplessly nod and whimper as he started to kiss your jawline, trailing kisses down to your neck. “you want me to make you my sweet little toy, don’t you? what a funny secret that is, indeed...”

“k-kaeya...” his name was the only thing on your mind right now as he smiled between kisses, loving the way you curled up in his arms so sweetly.

“fortunately for you, i keep some bundles of rope here in case we run out at the headquarters so... how about we give you what you want tonight, hm?”

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gaiuswrites · 4 years ago

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King of Cups || Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Tower

Archive: ao3 | masterlist | two

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Summary: You’re apart of the Refugee Relief Movement, an intergalactic organization providing aid throughout the systems, and you find yourself assisting at a resettlement camp in Lothal when disaster strikes, changing your life forever, intertwining your path with that of a certain Mandalorian bounty hunter.

Word count: 3.7k~

Rated: Mature

Warnings: descriptive violence, blood/injury mentioning, danger, mature language

Notes: Hi y'all, welcome. This fic is going to be set during Season 2 of The Mandalorian, and will be what I like to call ‘canon adjacent’. ALSo, this chapter is very much so Reader focused, setting up the scene and the general pacing of the story, but naturally, Din will be more and more featured as things progress. I’m a sucker for backstory and a slow burn, so ye be warned. Please feel free to reach out to me. :) I’d love to hear from you lovely little beans. Be safe out there, friends.

Lothal was a planet all too familiar with occupation.

You remember seeing a quote somewhere that read ‘Look no further than Lothal if you want to see what happens when the Empire takes control of an entire world’; and although the Imperial chokehold had loosened when the Empire fell, the planet, even all these years later, still found itself gasping for breath.

Off world migration from the Core Worlds had been popularized since the expansion of the Imperial government bureaucracy, which brought booming business opportunities for the fortunate few, but as the rich became richer, the poor grew poorer. The Lothalites were forced out of their homes, off their own lands—refugees on their own planet; forced to resettle and relocate with nothing but the clothes on their back and the possessions they could cram into their pockets. The only heirlooms passed on from generation to generation were that of poverty, tall tales of former splendor, and the greatest of ancestral traumas: disillusionment.

The truly desperate turned to crime, and what couldn’t be solved by back-dealings and blaster fire was managed with fear mongering and the bitter flair of xenophobia. There was always a species to blame, and it was always the one who seemed to be doing better off, no matter how slight the margin.

Greed. Fear. Despair. These are the currencies in which the galaxy trades.

And so it was then, and continued to be, cycle after cycle. History, always finding clever ways to repeat itself.

On bad days, pollution still loomed heavy over the atmosphere—remnants of the fires from the Imperial occupation still clinging on to Lothal’s weary bones. She had been stripped during that time; gutted and strung up by her feet to dangle from the Empire’s meat hook, exsanguinated slowly, drop by drop, until she had nothing left to give. Her resources and minerals and ore and water and seed, robbed. Pillaged.

She’s free from it now, but the scars remain— the planet remembers. Her people do not forget. Like muscle memory, they all ungulate to this synthesized rhythm they can’t seem to shake, day in and day out, wandering. Forever unsettled.

The planet had always had a diverse population and had become something of a safe haven for other abandoned people fleeing their home worlds, determined to find somewhere - anywhere - for them to survive. Lothal provided that for them. It wasn’t rich or bountiful by any stretch, but it was simple and safe—safe in the way hidden things in plain sight are. One could blend into the crowd of many, unique faces, of all races and backgrounds; you could be anonymous, if you wanted. You could be free.

That’s how you’ve found yourself here in Jortho. You had been with the Refugee Relief Movement for the better part of what felt like forever, and they had transferred you to this planet not six weeks ago. You were out on rotation; the RRM sends someone new twice a cycle for the span of a month or two to varying locations to supply rations, aid with the influx of refugees, organize resettlement lodgings, and generally be of assistance when and where you could. However, your tenure on this temperate planet was coming to a close, and soon you’d be flying back to the headquarters on Coruscant before being bounced to another post somewhere out among the stars.

You love your job. You know it’s unpopular to say, but you do. It’s fulfilling and impactful and indescribably special. The individuals you meet, the stories you hear, they’re invaluable— priceless and precious, like handmade trinkets crafted by the fingers of a child; you press them all to your heart, holding them there. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t get to you— the weight of it; the plights of all of these people, all of these lives, burdening your conscience. It isn’t always painless— you aren’t immune to it. Even so, on most nights you manage to sleep easy, tucked away aboard the transport freighter you flew in on with the batch of settlers newly assimilated into town knowing Maker, at least you were doing something— anything— everything you could.

And really, to call Jortho a town would be an insult to all towns everywhere—but ‘town’ has a certain charm to it that ‘refugee camp’ simply did not, and it gave the people hope. Pride, even. That they belonged somewhere.

You suppose that’s all anyone wants. To belong.

A feather soft gust of wind tickles the golden blades of prairie grass as the sun, bleary and tired, starts dipping from the sky. The crickbeets begin their song early, trilling, sensing Lothal’s moons still coyly tucked away, hiding somewhere along the horizon. A smile adorns your face, private and serene, as you bring a bowl of broth up to your lips, humming when the warm liquid meets your tongue. You sigh, contented, taking in the sights before you; how the dusk blurs the aromatic air, making it opaque, the shuttles docked across the way from you casting long purple shadows onto the flat plains, the snowcapped mountains in the distance bordering the cant of the planet’s surface, nestling Jortho in a shallow valley.

You feel calm, at peace, and take another sip.

An easy moment passes, and it’s the last one you get before silence stalks up from behind you.

You don’t notice it at first, like any patient predator, it goes undetected: the white noise, the nothingness— until finally, you do and then suddenly it’s everywhere. On top of you. Smothering you. Goosebumps stipple your skin and you bristle. The insects have stopped chirping. The breeze has stilled. The air hangs dead.

And then—

Chaos.

You’re hit with a blast of crushing heat, the sheer power of it picking you up off your feet and onto your side, sending your body careening into a nearby structure. Your shoulder takes most of the blow, but your neck still snaps backwards unnaturally, the back of your head colliding with the stone wall behind you with a dull thwack. You let out a groaned cry at the impact, the wind knocked out of your lungs as you crumple to the ground.

For an instant, your vision goes white, stars popping and fusing out in front of your pupils, and it’s like you can feel everything and nothing all at once, hollow but overwhelmed, and all you want to do is close your eyes and drift asleep— Maker that would feel like a luxury, just right here on the damn dirt. And you almost do, you almost let yourself slip under and sink— until you hear a piercing scream from somewhere close.

Immediately your eyes shoot open, desperately blinking away the blurriness that threatens to over take them, and you try pushing yourself up by the heels of your scraped hands, failing once - twice - before finding your footing. You’re shaky at first, uncoordinated and dizzy and redownloading bipedalism, before that sweet drug of adrenaline starts to course through your veins and finally, finally, you take in your surroundings.

The ships that once stood across the field are gone, obliterated, and in their place only metal ribcages remain—empty carcasses like dead birds splayed on their backsides, imploded from the inside out, their bits strewn all around you.

Your breathing comes hard and heavy, fighting down panic, and cloudy eyes search through the thick black smoke billowing up in stacks, trying to pin point the source of the scream you’d heard just moments ago. You cough a strained wheeze, sputtering against the charred air, and wade your way through the debris— it’s only then that you realize the magnitude of the explosion. It’s not just the landing bay, it’s half the kriffing village. The buildings that neighbored the airfield had been decimated, burning roofs and crumbling fixtures, homes collapsing onto themselves, scorch marks and shrapnel branding the outsides of the shanties left standing.

It looks like a battlefield. You’ve seen holovids of this—what war can look like, how it can ruin a people… But you’ve never had to stand in the middle of it, head on.

Your heart drums against your chest as you break into a hobbled run, desperately scanning the area for any signs of life, up and down, left and right, straining against the waning daylight. It’s then that you hear your name, urgent and frantic, and you whip your head in it’s direction, knees nearly buckling in relief. You immediately recognize your friend Hareem, brandishing her arms at you, waving you over to her.

“Thank the Maker, you’re alright!” the Balosar cries out, trembling hands finding purchase on your shoulders, bracing you. You don’t know if its for your benefit or her own, but either way you’re grateful for the grounding pressure; for the first time since the initial blast, you feel solid, like you won’t just float away, atomized and weightless. Worried, you look her over. A sliver of fresh scarlet blooms from her scalp, a small line trickling down past her temple, but she otherwise looks relatively unharmed. You grasp onto her wrist, squeezing firmly.

“What the hell happened?” You ask, voice low and pitched, wide fearful eyes drilling into her.

“T-There was a man-” And she shakes her head, mouth clamping shut, deep wrinkles framing her face.

“Hareem,” you reassure, giving her another squeeze. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.

She tries again with a steadying inhale, “I-I saw him. A-a man. He had a device with him, and he set charges, and Maker I don’t know— I don’t know— it went off a-and he ran towards the center of town!” The Balosar is in hysterics, tears spilling down her dirty cheeks, and it takes your brain a moment to catch up, to wrap your mind around the words she’s stuttering out.

A man.

Device.

Charges.

A bomb. This wasn’t an accident; this was an attack—and he’s still kriffing here. You cup her cheeks, thumbs rubbing against the pale skin, smearing away the blood that’s nearly dripped to her chin. Your friend’s gaze is flighty, everywhere and nowhere, and you try giving her a smile, but you’re not quite sure you manage it.

“Hareem? Hareem. Hey, shh, you’re okay. You’re alright…” You peel your eyes off her to glance around hurriedly. “We need to find cover.”

///

You’re holed up in one of the few remaining homes on this side of the encampment, crowded into the small space with three other survivors. All four of you, packed in and silent and petrified. Unsure of any further threat, you stay completely still. Helpless. Laying here, idle, for whatever awaits you behind that feeble, wooden door. You feel like prey for the wicked, just passing the time.

Minutes inch along like this—or maybe its hours; time moves eerily different when you’re attempting to become invisible—and eventually, you almost begin to relax.

Almost.

But a new sound breaks the din, hard to recognize at first, indistinct from all the commotion outside their hut, but you hear it. You all do. The youngest of you, a teenaged Devaronian, grips onto the hem of your shirt, knuckles creasing with anticipation. You tense, spine going rigid. Footsteps. They’re slow, guarded, but they’re getting closer. You bring an arm up, for all the good it’ll do, creating a human shield in front of the boy at your side. Closer. Someone behind you muffles a whimper. Closer. A Bardottan you hadn’t even met until today let’s out the faint whisper of a prayer, lips barely ghosting over the phrases. Closer-

and then, nothing.

They’re here. You can sense him, see his shadow sweep across the gaps in the entryway. You all hold your breath, as if the air is being syphoned out of the space… And the door is flung open, nearly breaking off it’s hinges as it slams into the inside of the house, shuttering the rickety walls with a jarring bang.

You don’t know who looks more astonished: you four, or the Mandalorian before you, dripping head to toe in silver plated armor, pointing a blaster directly at your head.

“Where is he?” He asks, hard edged and modulated, and it’s more of a demand than a question—but he lowers his weapon all the same, holstering it at his side. You gape at him, guppying wordlessly. “Volcur X’elo. The bomber. Where?” He hasn’t moved an inch out of the doorframe but he’s still managing to loom over you, completely filling up the archway, shoulders set and impossibly intimidating.

You gulp, finally finding your voice. “In town, i-in the center of town…” Kriff, you had not idea if that intel was good or not, but it’s all you think to say. Seeming satisfied with your answer he turns on his booted heel, cape whipping behind him, leaving just as soon as he arrived. The dust barely has time to settle as the door teeter’s on its hinge, its rusty squeaks filling the void in the Mandalorian’s wake.

“Fuck,” you hiss, exhaling a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, doubling forward, propping your palms up on your knees.

///

After deliberating it with your group, you all come to the agreement of braving it outside. Better to be out under the open sky than die under a concaving apartment, clambering over each other to get to the exit. After all this, at least your dignity was still partially in tact— normally, you reckon you’d chuckle dryly at that. But you don’t.

Can’t.

You lead the pack through the mazelike streets. The sights that once seemed so familiar after weeks of living here become like strangers to you, and you sleepwalk through Jortho, snaking down paths marred by rubble and fallen wreckage— you haven’t seen any bodies, but maybe that isn’t true. Maybe you’re just too scared to notice them. Maybe they’re there, hovering just outside of your peripherals, haunting the corners of your vision…

You keep your head fixed forward, jaw clenched.

Your feet move on their own like this, only vaguely aware that the red-skinned boy still hadn’t let go of your tunic. You forge on. Have to. You have to. Your only purpose on this kriffing planet was to help these people, to bring them aid, and if that means simply planting one foot in front of the other, then so be it. You take side alleys, double backing here and there, ducking under canopies, looping around yourself, only stopping when you catch a glimpse of beskar, the orange setting sun glinting off the surface of his helmet.

And he’s not alone.

You freeze suddenly, as do the rest, and the Devaronian bumps into you, stumbling under his lanky legs. Some paces in front of you, the bounty hunter has the other man, this Volcur X’elo, by a punishing grip on his shoulders, shoving him forcefully out in front of him; his wrists are bound and he’s fitful without the stabilization of his arms, his feet staccatoed and flailing wildly beneath him as the Mandalorian marches him forward.

The wind shifts, and on it you can hear the bomber rant madly, only catching snippets of the vile nonsense that spews from him.“- like swine, they are a plague to the system! And they must be purged from this planet, and the next, and the next— every last filthy one!” You spare a glance to Hareem, to find her watching the scene in hypnotized horror, but your eyes snap back at the sound of something maniacal, drawing your attention. It’s laughter. The zealot begins to laugh a twisted, mocking cry that makes you want to vomit. “You might have me in binders Mandalorian, but you’re too late. You’re too late. This isn’t over!” He’s practically giggling, gleeful and demented. Disturbed. “You’ve only found one.”

Your blood runs cold.

Only one? Oneoneoneone, one what-

The realization hits you with a punch to your gut. He’s only detonated one of his bombs. Somewhere, nearby, there must be another.

Without another word, the Mandalorian whips the smaller man around, pulling him sharply by his collar to collide with his breastplate, completely dwarfing him with his beskar frame. “Where is it, X’elo?” Nothing. Only laughter. High pitched, terrible roars. He tries again, patience ebbing. “The bomb. Now.” X’elo’s head tilts back and he howls another crowing shriek, keeping private his own sick joke, as if clutching a secret to his chest with slimy hands.

The bounty hunter had heard enough. He clearly wasn’t getting anything more out of him, and with a quick strike, he rears his blaster and pistol whips the terrorist with it. The body drops. Volcur X’elo crumples, unconscious, blood streaming from where he was struck. You hear the Bardottan behind you stifle a cry with her fist.

And with that, Lothal’s sun disappears completely, stealing away the last of it’s light as it furls into itself, shrinking out of sight. The dark ushers a new wave of dread, creeping over Jortho like a miasma, poisoning the very air.

The Mandalorian wheels around, searching for his heading in the labyrinth of the town. Others have gathered now, poking their heads around corners, stealing glimpses through windows. He turns, his head on a swivel. “Where is your power generator?” he demands, addressing the small crowd, but you’re all too stunned to speak. “Anybody. Generator. Now.” There’s something new in his voice, something muddled, and it takes you a moment to interpret it. It’s desperation, you realize, tinny and deep through his vocoder, and with a surge of adrenaline you move forward, furthering yourself from your group. You swallow. “I-Its this way.” Upon hearing your voice, he spins around, his visor latching on to you, and with a nod you both set out.

“Watch him,” the Mandalorian growls past his shoulder, stepping over the bounty’s limp body.

///

You’re still not really sure how he knew where it’d be, you wonder to yourself, gravel crunching under foot as you both trudge on, an eery quiet settling over them. You’d say it was a lucky hunch, but judging by the way the Mandalorian carries himself, you doubt luck had much to do with it.

You had led him to the power generator hub on the other side of the sad excuse for a city, traveling in tense silence, and when you came upon that tall, bulky machine he sprang into action, circling it until he found what he was looking for. The bomb. You stood back, rooted there, and after some grunting and rewiring— or maybe he just hacked at it with a vibroblade, you had no idea; his wide frame engulfed his work and you couldn’t tell what he was up to, all you knew was that his methods proved successful— the man managed to disarm the second device. You had thought you noticed his shoulders release, slumping with relief, after the red flashing lights on the rudimentary interface flickered and then went dark.

And so here you are. The two of you, bathed in the bright light of Lothal’s twin moons, their bellies hanging full in the blue-black night, illuminating the trail of blood staining the dirt beneath your boots as the Mandalorian roughly drags the body by his ankle behind him— through the exploded rubble, through the fragmented lives of the people around you, already displaced and estranged. They’ll all have to move, you think, pack up their lives, or what little is left of them, and relocate. Again. The thought sinks in you like a stone, sobering you.

Even with the weight of a fully grown man to lug, the bounty hunter is still a few long strides in front of you and your eyes are trained on the unconscious form, taking in the way his mouth lolls open like an animal, his hair matted with thick blood, eyes rolled back into his head. You’re talking out loud before you even realize it.

“How sick do you have to be,” you mumble, transfixed. Your voice, it’s not angry; no, shock has effectively robbed you of that— it’s not anger, but bewilderment. Quivering, broken bewilderment.

“H-How hoodwinked and warped you’d have to be, how disturbed... For you to think like that. To do all... all this...”

“Hey,” his gruff voice shakes you from your trance, and you blink up at him, tearing your eyes off the body. “Focus,” he urges, and you can only nod dumbly back at him, suddenly feeling a ripple of nausea slither through you.

The ramp to his ship is lowering as they come upon it and you plant yourself at the base, feet seeming to stop on their own accord, and frankly you’re not really sure why you’ve even followed him this far in the first place— always a step behind him as he hauled his bounty all the way through the vestiges of Jortho, across the arid prairie to where he first touched down. Maybe it’s because you feel untethered, unmoored, and all of his steeled surety is like a lighthouse, a beacon, guiding you away from the rocks.

He heaves X’elo up the ramp and you’re left standing there, staring unseeingly into the durasteel, becoming more and more aware of the ringing in your ears. The longer time passes, the more it’s as if you’re underwater, the background blurring into the foreground, sound gargled and far away. A high pitched buzz pinches your ear drums, and it takes you a moment to realize the Mandalorian is calling out to you, trying to get your attention.

“— Dala.”

Does he sound annoyed? Kriff, you think he might... If you had your wits about you, you might be able to recognize it. But as it stands, you don’t. You’re not here, not all of you. You’re splintered. Suspended.

“Hmm? Sorry, what..?” Your mouth is as dry as Jakku— parched desert tongue darting across your cracked lip, tasting soot and ash and something metallic. Brow furrowed, you touch a shaky finger to the flesh and when you pull it back, crimson red dots your skin.

Oh, you think, numb. Huh.

Your eyes skitter back up to the Mandalorian, towering over you, nearly at the apex of the incline, and his stance is broad and his fists are clenched. You’re almost positive he’s glaring down at you through his visor, and you don’t even know the man, can’t even see his damn face, but you can tell he’s peeved— Maker, just how long had you been ignoring him?

A scratched noise comes through his helmet’s vocoder and his next words are clipped, punctuated. “I said, do you have a way off this skug hole?”

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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Exchanging Gifts | chubby!Bucky Barnes x reader

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KARINA!!! @ballyhoobarnes you’re such a sweet person and so talented and a great friend and ily and also ur hot, which is less relevant but still worth mentioning

summary: chubby!bucky takes you out for your birthday, and even though he’s inexperienced, he knows how to show you a good time if you know what I mean... listen it’s pretty much fluffy pwp idk what to tell you

warnings: smut!!, oral (m receiving), loss of virginity (his, of course lol), some fingering, overstimulation, creampie kink, praise kink, morning sex, bucky being insecure?? FLUFF it’s FLUFFY you guys but somehow it turned out filthy too idk i couldn’t help it.

word count: just under 4k, hot damn how did that happen

Even though you'd insisted he didn't need to do anything special for your birthday, Bucky had shown up with a dozen roses and dinner reservations. "Get dressed up fancy," he instructed you the moment you'd opened the door. "This place has a black tie dress code."

He was a true gentleman the whole night, until he walked you back to your place. The second you were on the other side of your door, you couldn't keep your hands off of each other.

"You're so wonderful," you murmured between breathless kisses as you stumbled back towards the couch.

"This better not be you thinking you owe me anything because I paid for your dinner," he chuckled, "on your birthday."

"Oh it's not that at all," you smiled, running your hands over his chest.

"What is it then?"

You smirked. He always seemed to need a reason, as if 'you're my boyfriend and you're hot' wasn't reason enough. "Can I be honest with you, Bucky?" you asked quietly, licking your lips subconsciously.

"Always!"

"It's times like this that I'm just really in the mood to suck your cock."

He stammered a little, running a hand through his hair nervously.

"Really?"

"Yup."

He laughed for a second, then got serious again, then just looked horrifically nervous. "Oh, well I, uh…"

"We don't have to do anything about that, I just felt like saying it—"

"What if we did do something about it?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Would you want me to?"

"Of course I want you to," he sighed. "I know we've been taking things really slow— and I'm so glad you've been patient with me— I just… god, you're perfect," he laughed.

"That's far from the truth," you dismissed. "But I've been happy to take things slow with you. Even when sometimes it felt like I would die if I couldn't get my hands on you…"

You ran your hands over his chest, feeling how warm and soft he was beneath the shirt he was wearing.

"Ah, I've been there," he replied wistfully.

"Really? You relate to that?"

"I barely made it through dinner," he admitted with a laugh. "All I could think about was… doing this…" he trailed off as he leaned in and began to lick and suck at your neck; his arms wrapped around your waist and you were like putty in them.

"Oh god, Buck," you moaned.

"Say my name like that again," he pleaded.

"Make me," you challenged.

He growled a little as he pulled you back to straddle him on the couch. You couldn't stop yourself from grinding down on him, moaning again when you felt the hard shape of his cock rubbing right against your clit through your dress and panties.

"Mm, take this off," you purred, tugging at his shirt and tie.

"C-can I keep it on?"

You got a little more serious. "Of course you can, if you want to. But I'll admit that I wanna see you."

"And if you don't like what you see?"

"Unlikely, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. I'll take mine off first if you'd like?"

"Obviously I'd like," he chuckled, "but that's easy for you to say. You're, you know, sexy and stuff."

"As if you're not?"

"I'm not," he informed you.

"Bucky, I'm gonna level with you: you are so fucking sexy it's actually gonna be the death of me someday," you laughed. "Don't you realize I think about you all the time?" you asked, getting a little more serious. "Bucky, those times where you came over and we made out, or fooled around? As soon as you left I was getting myself off right here on this couch— even when you'd already made me come while you were over. That's how horny you make me— and when you're not here and all I can do is imagine you, I always call out your name when I—"

"Baby," he groaned, "you'd better stop talking like that or this is gonna end a lot sooner than I want it to."

You chuckled before you started to slip off the straps of your dress, loving the way he watched you do it: enraptured.

You were taken by surprise when, the moment your breasts had spilled from the dress, he leaned forward to suck your nipple between his lips.

With a gasp and a moan, you gripped at his hair and let your head fall back. Either you were really sensitive, or he was really good at this-- probably a little bit of both, but fuck if you weren’t beyond needy and desperate at this point.

"Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"What is it, angel? Anything you want, you can have it," he mumbled as he switched to the other side (symmetry is very important with these sorts of things) and you rubbed your hips against his absent-mindedly.

"Please, please, I need to taste you Bucky, oh my god please let me taste you—"

He nodded and you sighed with relief, beginning to slide down his body as you loosened his tie and opened his shirt. With each button you exposed more of his body, lathing every inch of skin with kisses.

"How's this?" you asked him softly, looking up at him through your lashes. "Is this okay?"

"It's very unfamiliar," he answered, "and much more than okay."

"Has nobody done this to you before?"

"Nobody's ever wanted to."

You smirked a little. "Oh, I doubt that." You palmed his cock through the suit pants, grinning when he jerked a little under your touch. Slowly, you opened the fly and pulled it out.

Of course you'd seen his cock before, but not for very long and not up close like this. It suddenly seemed intimidatingly big; you weren't sure you were going to be able to get much of it in your mouth… but you were excited to try!

You weren't sure you had the heart to tease him very much, but you wanted to give it a try at least. You licked the head first, then down the shaft, then back up slowly. He was quiet at first, too busy watching you to say anything, but you knew he was losing patience when his fingers brushed over the side of your face; you could feel his restraint, you could feel that urge to grab your hair and guide you.

"Go ahead," you encouraged, "tell me what you want."

"Put it in your mouth, please," he whimpered.

When you obeyed by pushing his cock all the way to the back of your throat, he made the most beautiful sound: like a gasp and a moan all at once. His hips bucked up into your throat ever so slightly and the sensation of choking made you grow even wetter.

"Fuck," he sighed, "'s so good…"

You moved up and down, savoring every ridge of him as it slid over your tongue. Each movement grew a little faster as you used your hand to stroke what your lips couldn't reach.

"Baby," he moaned, "oh my god, s-slow down, please— 'm so close, ah fuck yes—"

You stopped for a moment and used only your hand, catching your breath a little as you took a moment to appreciate how good he looked like this.

"Is it okay if I make you come?" you asked.

"Is it okay if it doesn't take you very long at all?" he returned, already sounding positively wrecked.

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” you decided.

“You should,” he confirmed, whimpering again when you took him back into your mouth and let your tongue explore whatever it could reach.

The taste of his pre-cum made you moan, and the vibrations of that moan made him grip your shoulder tightly.

“A-angel, please,” he begged, as if he was worried you would stop for some reason. Your attitude was entirely the opposite, though. All you could think about was how much you wanted to taste his orgasm and swallow it down. Fortunately, that dream came true not too much later when he grabbed the back of your neck and moaned your name loudly— loud enough that you were a little worried the neighbors might hear.

But honestly? You kinda wanted them to.

You kept stroking and sucking until every drop was on your tongue. You smiled up at him and almost spilled some of it but thankfully avoided that fiasco.

“Show me,” he requested softly; it was a relatively mild show of dominance, but it still sent a shiver down your back as you stuck out your tongue and let his seed gather on it. “Fuck,” he whispered, “that was… wow.”

You swallowed before answering, because it seemed like a good order to do things in. The bitter taste as the back of your throat was a small price to pay for him looking at you like that.

“You look drained,” you informed him.

“I am,” he nodded. “Oh, wait, you mean tired? Yeah, that too.”

You laughed a little. “Can we lay down for a minute?”

“It’s 10 p.m., I think it’s acceptable to lay down for more than a minute.”

Deciding to turn in for the night instead (and, of course, have a sleepover), the two of you got ready and changed into pajamas, snuggling up into each other’s arms.

It was an easy sleep after that, and a long one. Bucky woke up first, the very early light of sunrise being less of an influence on his wakefulness compared to you bumping up against him. He didn’t mind, though, he liked to watch you for a minute before you woke up anyways, to appreciate how peaceful you looked.

He heard you hum through your sleep, cuddling up closer to him. It was just cute at first, but then your ass pressed back against crotch and goooood morning…

"Hi there beautiful," he cooed, gently kissing on your temple and down to your neck. You stirred but didn't wake just yet, though you did smile; and he smiled too, loving the way your lips curled— he could remember how those lips looked wrapped around his cock, swollen and slick with spit and come. It was a good memory.

His hand slipped down to your hip, holding you firmly against him: by this point he was so hard he was worried he was going to injure himself somehow.

Finally you woke up, your eyes fluttering open as your sleepy smile turned to a wide, flirtatious grin.

"This might be my favorite way ever to wake up," you informed him.

He chuckled softly, beginning to kiss along your shoulder. "Agreed."

His fingers moved down at a teasingly slow pace; you unabashedly opened your legs, hoping to egg him on. Thankfully, it worked. He started to suck a mark onto the back of your shoulder as he slipped his hand into your panties, instantly discovering how drenched you were and how swollen and sensitive your clit was.

“Oh you poor thing,” he grinned. “When’d you get so wet, angel?”

“It never stops around you,” you explained with a shiver.

It didn’t take much more until you were a begging mess, his fingers working their magic and making your whole body alight with energy.

"Bucky, please—" you whimpered.

"What do you need, angel?" he asked with only a hint of coyness shining through his tone.

"I just— I want more, please…"

"We've tried a lot of new things today," he reminded you. "And it was amazing. And I wondered what you would say if I told you I want to try something else…"

"Oh really?" you purred. "What did you have in mind?"

"This might not be the, uh, most hip language but… I want to make love to you."

Your eyes went a little wide. "Really, Bucky? I mean, you're sure you want me to be—"

"Yes, I'm so sure, I've never been more sure of anything. You've been so amazing and I can't think of a better person to have as my first."

I don't just want you to be my first, I want you to be my only, he added internally, too afraid to say it aloud.

"I wanna be your first, Bucky," you agreed softly, brushing your fingers through his hair. "I'm really— I'm honored you want it to be me. And also I'm very turned on right now."

He laughed and kissed you again, pulling you close. As his body settled between your legs, you revelled in how warm you felt— not hot or sweaty (yet), just warm, and safe, and comforted. He still gave you those butterflies in your stomach, sure, but for once that didn’t seem to just be a cute way of repackaging your anxiety.

With your panties pulled to your ankles and your shirt (which was, of course, actually his shirt that you’d stolen) tossed to the side, he kissed his way down your chest and stomach until his face was buried between your legs.

“Buck, I— fuck I thought you were gonna oh god just like that yes—”

“Wanted to return the favor first,” he explained, his words muffled.

“Didn’t anybody ever tell you it’s rude to talk with your mouth full?” you giggled.

He smiled but kept going, almost gentle at first but quickly finding a few favorite spots and stimulating them mercilessly.

You didn’t mean to pull his hair so hard but he didn’t seem to mind, moaning every time you forced him onto you harder. "Bucky, oh god, don't stop please!” you sobbed.

Of course he didn’t; he wanted you to come, he was a man on a mission and not much could stop him at this point. Just as he began to suck on your clit even harder than before— just hard enough to make the threat of pain tingle up your spine— he pressed two fingers into your opening. One little curl into your g-spot and you were gone, biting down on your lip as your body spasmed uncontrollably.

He moaned as he coaxed you through it; you tried to tap out but he went just a moment longer and for that one moment, you thought your body might just crumble into little pieces from the overwhelming pleasure.

Before you could even catch your breath, he was kissing you again. Your taste on his lips was divinely filthy.

“Need to be inside you,” he explained with a whisper as he started to take off his boxers.

“Please,” you sighed, too weak to even put a full sentence together.

Even with a very thorough warm-up, you couldn’t help but gasp as he pressed into you. Your walls fluttered and flexed as they made way for the intrusion, both of you moaning softly while you arched your back to take him deeper.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he whispered as his face buried into your neck. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders— you loved how broad and strong they were— and he pushed up from behind your knees to spread you open for him, the new angle forcing the head of his cock to press right into your spot.

“Fuck!” you cried out. He sat up slightly and looked a little concerned at first. “No, it’s good,” you reassured him, “it’s so good, Bucky, right there—”

He pulled back only to quickly push forward again, setting a pace that wasn’t quite rushed but was certainly a bit desperate. Even so, you were on the verge of begging for more, you needed him so badly.

“Harder, please,” you moaned. Okay, maybe you were a little past being on the verge.

“Is that how you like it? Rough?” he asked darkly.

“Maybe,” you grinned. “Is that how you like it?”

“I don’t know yet,” he responded, his grip on your legs tightening until you were almost tempted to struggle against him just to see if he was strong enough to hold you down, “but I like you telling me how to make you feel good.”

“Then fuck me,” you demanded through your teeth, moaning louder when he obeyed and began to pound into you. The slapping of skin filled the room, as did the revealing sound of your arousal, and it made your face burn even though you were pretty sure he didn’t mind at all.

You were so sensitive from the last time you came that you were already making quick progress towards the next. Didn’t help that your swollen clit was brushing against his cock every time it speared into you.

“You’re— fuck— you’re squeezin’ me, angel,” he hissed. “You gonna come already?”

You couldn’t even speak anymore, just nodding wildly. He leaned forward to kiss you and you were nearly folded in half as he kept his grip on your legs. You weren’t sure anything had been so deep inside you before; you were sure you had never made a sound like the one you made in that moment.

“Fuck, s’that good, huh?” he teased in reaction to the way you were nearly screaming already.

“God, you are the cockiest virgin ever,” you laughed, hoping you could delay the inevitable just a bit longer for the sake of your dignity. You tried to angle your body so he wouldn’t be so deep, so it would be so much, but he held you firm and fucked into you even harder.

“Ah ah ah,” he corrected with a smirk, “no running away, angel. Gonna make you come on my cock.”

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered, “fuck, Bucky, I’m close…”

“Me too,” he murmured back, kissing you deeply one more time. You hadn’t even imagined how perfect it would feel to come around him with his tongue still in your mouth, your moans blending with his, his fingers digging into your thighs while your nails were sure to leave marks on his back and shoulders. But even if you had tried to imagine how perfect it would feel, you couldn’t have ever come close. The moment you were tumbling over the edge, he was right there with you; you could feel him flexing against your walls as he came, and you were afraid if you let your eyes roll back like you so desperately wanted to, they’d get stuck there or something.

You just barely heard him murmur ‘angel’ as he kissed all down your neck. His body relaxed a little on top of you, though you still felt sensitive and tingly from where your bodies were joined.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” he admitted, looking down at you as his cheeks turned a little pink.

You couldn’t, though, and he sat up with a sigh as you smiled back up at him. He held your legs up as he pulled out, watching with wide eyes as his come leaked from your hole. You gasped when he reached down to push it back in with two fingers; your whole body jerked when he moved those fingers inside you and started to rub your g-spot again.

“Bucky, what are you—?” you asked breathlessly, but you were already subconsciously pushing back to ride his fingers.

"I wanna see you come one more time," he explained. "You just look so perfect when you do it— and it's the best feeling when I'm doing it to you."

“We can definitely agree on that,” you mumbled. He rubbed little circles over your spot, using his free hand to hold your hips down, forcing you to take all the sensation he was giving you. Knowing that his come was the lubricant for all this made your head spin. “F-fuck, right there,” you whimpered.

“I know,” he smiled. “I can tell you’re close again.”

It wasn’t so much that you were close than that you never got a chance to come down from the high of the last one.

“You’re so perfect, my perfect girl,” he purred, watching you squirm from the praise. “You wanna be my good girl, don’t you? You wanna come for me again?”

“Yes,” you groaned, “god, yes, Bucky—”

He pressed against you harder and your moan quickly shifted to a slightly-embarrassing choking noise. His fingers pumped into faster and faster and your sore walls burned but you still wanted more. He didn’t let up until you were tightening around him with another orgasm, this one burning brighter but shorter, taking all the energy from you at once. He watched your face as you came, loving the way you held your breath, the way your eyes fluttered shut, the way you bit down on your lip—

"Bucky— you said one more—" you whined in confusion when you realized his fingers were still moving, if a little slower, and his thumb was reaching up to press into your clit.

"I never said just one more…" he smirked.

"Fuck, I— I dunno if I can take it!" you sobbed, the sensation nearly too much to handle.

"Oh you can," he purred. "You're so strong, you're so good for me— I know you can. I know you can give me one more."

You literally squealed when he pulled out his fingers only to put his cock in you again. You hadn’t even realized he was still hard.

“Oh my god, Bucky!” you cried out, gripping the sheets for dear life.

"You wanna call out my name like you did when I wasn't around? I bet that's not all you did. I bet you begged, and pleaded, screamed for me to let you come. Am I right?"

You nodded feverishly; his laugh in response had just that hint of condescension, that edge of degradation. Even though you knew he wouldn't judge you for it, admitting it felt dirty in a delicious way.

“‘Cause you wanna be my good girl,” he posited.

“I— I am your good girl,” you stammered, feeling a little silly referring to yourself that way.

He laughed a little, still rubbing your clit as he fucked you hard and fast. “Yeah, you are, angel.”

The petname, even though you’d heard it a thousand times, was what sent you over the edge the last time. You nearly kicked him off you as the pleasure finally reached the point that you truly were at your limit, but thankfully he got the hint before that and pulled out, giving you a much needed break.

“Dear god,” you chuckled through your exhaustion, your eyes falling shut, “that was— you are— I can’t—”

“Was it good?” he asked softly as he laid beside you and pulled you into him.

Your eyes shot open again. “Was… was it good?” you repeated incredulously. “Buck, it was incredible. It was life-ruining. I thought your first time was going to be about you.”

“It was! Making you come four times is me spoiling myself,” he explained, kissing your shoulder. “What’s about you is me letting you shower first.”

“You aren’t gonna join me?” you asked coyly.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, angel,” he warned. “I think you need a rest.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you grumbled disappointedly. The last thing you needed was to pass out in the shower from him doing that to you again. “Is it really a whole year until my next birthday?”

“Yeah, sadly that’s how those work,” he smiled.

“What about your birthday?”

“Not ‘til March.”

“...that means your half-birthday is just a week away,” you realized.

“So?”

“I think we should start celebrating those.”

He laughed a little. “You wanna get me a half-present?”

“Yeah,” you decided. “I think I’m gonna pay for half of your dinner. Then I’m gonna fuck you halfway to death.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x y/n #chubby!bucky x reader #chubby!bucky smut #chubby!bucky fluff

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fe-semi-decent-scenarios · 3 years ago

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Could you do 49 for Ashe? Because let face it the bean deserves all the hugs and love 😤💝

{YEYEYE Ashe request lads, it's an a s h e r e q u e s t. Is it unhealthy that almost three years down the line I am still in love with him? Maybe. Do I care? Lol nope. Here's your request doll, sorry that it's late}

#49- Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath

{Please Let Me Pass}-Ashe Ubert x Reader

If Ashe had somehow wronged the professor in any way, this was a punishment far from fitting. He merely asked for some extra tutoring in tactical battle strategies before his class examination. Nothing too extreme since he'd never want to be an inconvenience, but the last thing he expected was to find (Y/N) waiting for him in the Professor's stead.

If they did this on purpose, then Professor Byleth was much more cruel than he'd have ever imagined. It's not that (Y/N) was incapable; no, they were the next best in line to lead the class after Prince Dimitri. It had already been well established that they would make a fine addition to any army and the blue lions were very fortunate to have them. He "admired," them as well.

Perhaps a bit too much, since concentrating on anything other than his erratic heartbeat was impossible.

"Correct again! Just remember that for this formation, you'll likely want to add more security around your cleric aside from one knight. A good bet is to station a long distance faction within reach," they said, and he nodded while jotting their words in his notebook for later. He'd been doing well, albeit so unwillingly. With each question came a new uncertainty and fear of failure. He'd constantly need to skim his book for reassurance.

"I don't know why you’re so worried Ashe. You would do well to go relax your brain for tomorrow, why don't we go grab dinner?" Their praise only worsened his condition, and he felt his eyes sting from trying not to smile. Despite it though he turned the page in his book, ready to do another practice problem.

"Oh no. Compared to everyone else I have much to improve on, it will be a miracle if I ever become a knight at this rate," no sooner than the last syllable left his mouth, he felt his writing quill snatched from his grasp.

"Doubt is something we don't have room for Ubert. No more visual problems, time for a pop quiz," they said motioning for him to give up his notebook. Things were going well, but now he couldn't tell if his heart pounded from their closeness or testing fear.

"What? No, we don't have to-"

"I want to,"

"But it's easier to follow the Professor's plan"

"No, straying is good. Now give me the book," they tapped the table, urging him to slide it over.

"…please?" he tried one last time, but with one quirk of their eyebrow he relented. They tucked it under their arms delicately, and he patiently waited for failure.

"What weapon class is superior to swords?" they asked. Ashe sputtered at the question. They answer was obvious considering the weapon triangle is one of the first things any student learns. He couldn't help but wonder if it was a trick question. Compared to everything else they had studied this was simple, too simple. For the first time he cursed how mute their resting face was, letting no indication of trickery slip through. They simply waited with hands folded, and watched him with a soft gaze.

"Uhm," he hesitated, "that would be lances, yes?"

After a moment of silence their blank expression cracked into a light smile, and he felt himself reaching to fiddle with his sleeves.

"Correct," they said, and he almost relaxed until they began to pack away his notebook unannounced.

"W-wait! I need that for tomorrow," he reached for the bag, only for them to halt him with a stern grip on his wrist. His pulse jumped again at the contact, and if this were a different occasion he may have dreamed up fantasies of interlocking fingers.

"No you don't. I'm keeping this for tonight," they said with no room for argument. He couldn't fight back against them, he's never won and doesn't think he ever will. It's almost as if they knew what set him off-oh, they knew. Well that makes things all the more 'peachy,' now doesn't it. His wrist was soon free, but their next target was his hair. They tussled it affectionately, or at least that is how he perceived it.

"That was such a simple question, and it nearly made you hyperventilate. You're so much more intelligent than you give yourself credit for and tonight you are going to rest before acing that exam tomorrow," they tussled his hair almost affectionately. He couldn't focus enough to tell, with their praise ringing in his head.

"I don't- I can't?" he cast his gaze down with no better argument, "...alright. I'll trust your judgement," he relented once again, just like before. If he couldn't muster the confidence on his own then maybe stealing some of theirs would be enough. He bid them farewell, letting his heart relax and limbs go limp in the empty study hall. He was almost calm until the fast clacking of shoes on tile grew closer.

"(Y/N)? Did you forget something?" He asked as they approached.

"Yeah," hands gripped his own, and he felt warmth squeeze himself into a ball. They tucked their head next to his own comfortably despite how he did not reciprocate immediately. All he could muster was a light pat on their back, nothing in comparison to the way all energy was sucked from his limbs and breath stolen away. So gravitating that it did not last nearly long enough.

"That's for confidence. If you pass then I'll give you another!"

Oh he needed to pass. He will pass.

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glowingbadger · 3 years ago

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Can I ask how you think Dima, Ashe, Sylvain, Felix, Yuri, and Claude would react to a s/o who’s asexual? Ty.

Here's everyone's disclaimer that I am not Ace, and though I've done my best to educate myself, there may be blindspots I'm not aware of! Do feel free to call me out if/when I get something wrong ❤️

FE3H W/ Asexual reader

Dimitri, Ashe, Sylvain, Felix, Yuri, Claude

Dimitri- On a personal level, Dimitri is honestly quite accepting of this. He has some anxiety about sexuality himself, particularly as pertains to his desire to be kind and gentlemanly with you. He is a big cuddler, so if you're open to it, he'll be very invested in non-sexual physical contact as often as possible. His main concern here is the external pressure to produce and heir to the throne. If you're someone who is accepting of sex but merely doesn't feel the pull towards it, you may be able to work out a utilitarian relationship with it for this reason. If sex is wholly and utterly unappealing to you though, he may look to adopt or even to simply train a protégé to take the throne after him.

Ashe- he's an absolute sweety about it, tbh. He mostly sees sex as a way to express his affections for you, so if that's not how you want him to do it, he'll absolutely come up with other ways. Ashe has a wonderful way of making every day things like cooking together or reading together before bed seem intimate and deeply loving, so you'll never have any doubt of his feelings with or without sexual contact. Fortunately, he's received a lot less 'conditioning' about sex and procreating than a lot of his nobler peers, so he's much more comfortable negotiating these things to your comfort level.

Sylvain- This is a tough one not gonna lie- assuming you're not poly, of course. If you are, rad! Sylvain will engage with his sexual side with someone else. If you're not poly- on the one hand, it's an immense relief to Sylvain that you aren't out to use him for his genetics like so many others, and the pressure to have children is one that weighs heavily on him and that he'll be glad to be free of. On the other hand, he does have quite the sexual appetite. He might end up just masturbating frequently, and again, if you're the type who is okay with sexual contact but simply doesn't seek it out, then perhaps a middle ground can be found within your comfort levels.

Felix- A mixed batch here, frankly, though mostly because Felix is awful at communicating his feelings (and we love him for it but still lol). He has a fairly high sex drive, and sex is something that allows him to be affectionate towards you without words- so, the best solution here is to look for opportunities to be intimate, though not necessarily sexual. Things like bathing together, or massaging away his aches after a long training session. These actions allow him to feel close to you and secure in your connection without the need for physical gratification or stating his feelings outright.

Yuri- He's a busy man, and is accustomed to sex being used for bargaining and strategic purposes, so while he's likely surprised that sex holds no allure to you, he's wholly accepting of it. Yuri is a creative and expressive person, so he has plenty of ways to show his fondness of you without needing to pressure you into bed. In a way, he even finds it novel and entertaining that you're not someone who can be easily swayed by desire. He is going to masturbate every so often on his own time though, and he doesn't feel any shame about it whatsoever.

Claude- Similar to Yuri, his initial reaction is surprised, but accepting. Claude is a curious person with an active creative and intellectual side, so he's more than happy to spend his alone time with you on any number of other pursuits- there's always something he wants to try or discuss with you. He's also someone who really wants to understand fully what asexuality is like for you. He'll ask all the right questions and sit patiently while you describe your experiences, and he'll be grateful for a new perspective. Claude is also one of the few guys you'll find here who is completely comfortable verbalizing his affections, so he'll openly reassure you at every opportunity.

#fire emblem x reader #fire emblem imagines #claude von reigen #yuri leclerc #felix hugo fraldarius #sylvain jose gautier #ashe ubert #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #x reader #ace reader

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layniapetrovnaaa · 4 years ago

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“No boys”

Request: @soytrash

Hey beautiful 🤍 how about a cute little moment between reader and Logan with Laura regarding a crush 🥺And Logan is just overprotective, but prior to Laura coming home from school and talking about a crush, Logan is trying to get some from reader 🥵 please and thank you hun let me know if that’s okay or not 🥰 (maybe with the baby from your family series too) sorry if it’s too much I love your writing 🥺🤍

Warnings: Smut, swearing (if you squint).

A/n: Do you guys picture yourself when reading fanfiction? Cause I do and don’t haha. Typically when I read/write for Logan I picture myself as Scarlett Johansson in Match Point and The Island lol. I’d love to hear about you guys, so just let me know!

Reader is written as under 30 y/o, if you are older, just change the number :)

I hope this is good enough (I’m not really that confident in this one). Let me know if you have any constructive criticism.

[The Howlett Family series]

It was a particularly warm day in the Canadian Rockies, warm enough to open a few windows and have the cozy log house smelling of the fresh outdoor air. the window above the sink that you were currently standing at let a breeze into the house that tickled you just enough to have your body bear a small chill.

As you rinsed one of the bowls you had used this morning to prepare breakfast, your hips swayed side to side in a fluid manor that matched the rhythm of the song that lightly boomed out of the speaker which sat by the fruit bowl on the counter. The reason behind the low volume was that Logan was currently trying to put your youngest daughter down for her daily afternoon nap. If the wails and grumbling coming from the baby monitor was any indication, it wasn't going very well.

You dried off your hands and picked up the monitor, holding down on the button that allowed your voice to come through on the other end.

“You need some help?”

“We’re fine. I just cant find her goddamn pacifier.”

“Did you check on the shelf by her changing table?” you spoke again.

Suddenly the crying stops and you smile knowing he found it.

He lets out a quiet “Thanks.”

You set the monitor back down and go back the the half a dozen dishes left in the sink.

“Kid’s quite the screamer hm?” you announce as Logan walks out from the hallway a few minutes later.

“Yeah she is, I think she got it from her mother.” he jokes walking around the island to be closer to you.

You let out a breathy gasp like-laugh.

“Oh really?” you say in an exaggerated tone, humor still consuming it.

“Mhm, and speaking of screaming...” he places his hands on your waist and squeezes a bit.

“We can’t baby, Laura's gunna be home in like ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes is enough time. I can’t help it, you just look so sexy--”

Before he can finish you interrupt.

“Logan, you know damn well ten minutes isn't enough time.”

“I just need something [Y/N].” he says as his hands find your breasts and you let out a small moan, abandoning the dish towel and griping the counter.

He kisses your neck, sucking and nipping at the soft flesh, which brings forth light breathy moans from your mouth.

You turn your head to kiss him and you can feel yourself throb a bit when your lips meet. his hands dip into your top and pull your breast out of their confines, teasing your nipples with his fingers.

He continues to grope and kiss you as his dominant hand makes its way into your pants.

You moan loudly into his mouth as the pad of his middle finger circles your clit a few times.

His lips separate from yours so he can speak.

“Hmm, You like that?” he says in his breathy and gruff voice.

You can’t seem to make out any words, so instead you offer an almost whiny sounding “Mhm.” as his fingers inch lower.

You gasp, throwing your head back onto his shoulder, your right hand coming up to hold the back of his neck, as his middle and ring fingers enter your tight lubricated hole.His fingers curling in the classic “come hither” position, making you squeeze around his digits.

Even after all of the time you had spent with Logan, your body still didn't know how to handle the pleasure, that being evident in the way that your back arched and you sporadically bucked your hips back into his crotch with every jolt of pleasure that you felt.

Your moans were absolutely erotic as he seemed to push further into you, finding that spot that did in fact make you scream.

And the explicit squelching noises were making you even more desperate as he fucks you with his fingers.

As you let out another slew of loud moans, you feel his hand come up to cover your mouth.

“As much as I love hearing those pretty noises you make, baby, you gotta be quiet.”

Your eyes rolled back and fluttered shut at his his words and the vibrations from your moans bouncing against his cupped hand.

His thumb starts to circle your clit in the same rhythm that his fingers were moving in.

God, you were so done for.

He releases his hand from over your mouth before he asks:

“You gunna cum?”

“Mhmm” you let out in high pitched whine.

“Ouh! Don’t stop.” you pleaded as that marvelous feeling started to take over.

“That’s right baby, jus like that.” he speaks, egging you on until your mouth falls open and your eyes squeeze shut, your orgasmic euphoria taking over.

Eventually your body comes back down to earth.

“Look at that, you got three minutes to spare.” he coos in a triumphant tone.

Your breath is heavy and you whimper slightly when he pulls his fingers out of you.

You glance over to the built in clock in the stove before readjusting yourself and catching your breath.

Turning around, you plant your hands on the space where his shoulders and neck connect, and kiss him. Your tongues danced together sensually until you pulled away.

“I wish I could return the favor...” you hum and he kisses you again.

“You will later.” he says as the screeching of the school bus tires alerts you of Laura’s homecoming.

You look up at him and bite your lip, giving him a sensual smile as you nod.

You separate from him as you hear the front door open, going over to greet Laura.

“Hey honey, how was school?”

You could hear Logan in the kitchen, chuckling at your total change in demeanor.

You turn slightly to roll your eyes at him, but the small amused smirk on your face gives you away.

You turn back to your daughter as she answers you while getting her homework and lunchbox out of her backpack.

“It was alright. We got to watch a movie in my english class, so that was nice.”

You follow her to the kitchen where she sits at one of the bar stools at the dark wood island, slapping her purple folder and pencil onto the table.

You noticed something off with the young mutant, like she wasn’t telling you something.

When she looked up to see you and Logan analyzing her, she knew she would have to put on a better performance if she wanted to keep her secret. Fortunately for you, she wasn’t feeling up for a challenge today. And it’s not that she wanted to hide what her friends had told her was called a “crush”, but she knew how her parents would probably react.

“Laura, is there something you need to tell us?” Logan spoke.

“Sweetheart, you know you can tell us anything, right?” you squeeze her shoulder in a loving manor.

She nods, taking in a breath before turning to you and muttering: No puedes decírselo a papá... (You can’t tell daddy...)

Hearing this concerned you. Laura and Logan had a pretty open relationship, despite their constant bickering.

Your eyes quickly flick over to Logan, who was watching you and Laura, his arms crossed while he leans against the kitchen counter.

“Que es Laura?”

Logan was accustom to yours and Laura’s more private conversations you had in spanish. He wasn't really a fan, only because when they would occur, he felt left out. But, he figured this must be important and waited patiently before asking you what she had just said about him.

“Hay un chico en mi clase que está enamorado de mí.” (There is this boy in my class who is in love with me). Her voice is quiet, but her tone sounds exasperated.

Logan's brows furrowed when he heard “un chico”. He didn't know much spanish, but he did know that un chico meant a boy, and he did not like the sound of that.

You snort, your hand quickly flying up to cover your mouth before you speak.

“Aww Laura!”

A shy grin spreads across her face.

“What did she say?” Logan speaks up

You bite your lip, trying to hold in your small bit of laughter. You look over at Laura and can tell that, although she is nervous for what her fathers reaction may be, it would be best to tell him about her dilemma.

“Laura has a not so secret admirer.”

“He wrote me a note.” she says, grabbing a crinkled white paper from her pocket.

You could tell by her humorous tone that she found the situation comical, and didn't seem to reciprocate the feelings.

Logan on the other hand had immediately gone into full protective father mode, snatching the note from her hand, and reading over it to make sure nothing obscene had been written/drawn on it.

After he is finished looking at it he crumples it up and puts it in the garbage.

“No boys until you are 30.”

“Logan don’t be ridiculous.” you say, walking over to fish the note out of the can.

“I am not being ridiculous.” he scoffs, incredulously.

“In fact, I think I’m being a bit lenient. 30 years old is a perfectly reasonable age to start being romantic with someone.” he says, and now it was your turn to scoff as you hand the paper to Laura.

She makes a disgusted face and holds the very corner with her pointer finger and thumb. You couldn't tell if it was because it had been in the trash, or because of it’s contents.

You turn back to face Logan and cross your arms.

“You do realize that we’ve had a baby together and I’m not yet 30, right?”

He retracts slightly, and grumbles:

“That’s different.”

“Uh-huh” you reply sarcastically.

“The feelings are not mutual by the way.” Laura finally speaks up. Deciding to clear the air before an argument started brewing.

“I don’t have a crush on him.”

“That’s my girl.” Logan says, and you chuckle.

“That conversation is not finished by the way.” you say while you walk over to the pantry to get Laura a snack, Logan grimaces, thinking of the conversation that would come later.

“Daddy?”

“Hmm?”

“How did you and Mama end up together?”

“Uhh, well...” he starts, glancing up at you, not sure if it was the right time to share.

Yours and Logan’s story was a bit controversial. The reason being that you were only 19 when you first “got together”, and Logan was your ex-teacher. And it wasn't exactly the most orthodox either. Instead of the typical flowers and a dinner date, it was more like neither of you could sleep one night, and one thing led to another, which led to you waking up in his arms in the morning. You had always had romantic feelings towards The Wolverine. Though they were never truly discussed, you both knew they were there, and you knew they were unbreakable. So, after that night, you two became exclusive.

“We met at Charles’ school, you know that.” you speak, setting the packet of crackers in front of the pre-teen, and walking over to grab an apple to cut up for her.

Laura sighs, knowing that she probably wouldn't get the answer she was looking for if you weren't willing to share it.

She rips open the wrapper, glaring at Logan when he steals a cracker from her.

“Well, how did you know you had a crush on each other?”

You chuckle lightly as the knife cuts into the ripe and scarlet colored fruit.

“We didn’t exactly have a crush on each other, Laura.” Logan starts, but a dry cough finishes the sentence.

You look up at him, asking if he was alright with your eyes.

He gives you a blunt nod as he lets out a deep breath.

You notice your daughters furrowed brow as she munches on the biscuit, and elaborate on Logan’s previous statement.

“Your father and I’s relationship is a bit complicated and unconventional, Laura. What he was saying was that we have and had a connection on a level so much more than a crush.”

She nods and pops another cracker in her mouth.

“But,” the crisp sound of the apple interrupts you slightly.

“usually when you have a crush on someone, you get the feelings of butterflies in your stomach whenever you see or think about that person. You smile when they smile, and laugh when they laugh. You want to be around them all the time, and you try to get their attention. You sometimes get nervous, and jealous of others that are close to them.”

You place the apple slices on a plate and slide it over to her, cleaning up the slight mess you had made and you glance over at her.

Laura sat starring at the plate as she thought of all of her symptoms you had just listed.

“Why were you asking?” Logan asks, his voice stern and suspicious.

She looks up, once again nervous.

You smile, getting an inkling as to where this is going.

“Well, there’s this-”

“No Laura. No boys, remember?” Logan interrupts, his custodial protectiveness resurfacing.

“It’s not a boy.” she mutters.

Logan blinks a few times, looking over to your grinning face.

“It’s a girl?” he asks, making sure that he wasn’t getting mixed up at all.

Laura looks up from the oxidizing apples a second time and nods.

“Well,” he leans back in his seat, breathing out.

“Tell me ‘bout her.”

She grins and you smile back, lovingly.

And then she doesn’t stop talking about the girl with the dark umber skin and curly caramel highlights until you have to remind her to eat her apple slices.

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wallwriterstuff · 4 years ago

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S’Language Lessons || Alec Volturi x Reader ||

This is just a fun little thing based off of this post ----> Reckless <---- by the wonderful @cullens-stuff

Words: 1584

Warnings: None!

Summary: You meet your mate Alec on a dark night where he’s forced to save your life, but the age gap seems to be creating a communication barrier between you.

You really shouldn’t have been on the street that night.

The reports of mysterious deaths in your neighbourhood had skyrocketed recently and the news was full of grim articles about exsanguinated corpses and bodies with missing limbs. There was no pattern, no connection between the people that had died; in short, everybody was a target, and everyone was a suspect. The people in your apartment block now bowed their heads and hurried on by instead of waving or nodding in greeting. People on the street stared holes in your head if you lingered too long on street corners or outside store fronts. You really shouldn’t have been out that night but you didn’t have a choice, not once your electricity went kerplunk. You were right in the middle of a paper, due tomorrow of course, with your laptop ready to die in the next hour and your meter needing a top up you had no choice but to venture out.

Getting dragged into a dark alley hadn’t been the plan, and you knew you were very fortunate that they’d come along when they had. Whoever had you moved too fast to see, their grip on you harsh and cold. You were covered in bruises and a few scrapes by the time you were flung to the ground, screaming bloody murder and seeing two of everything till your vision cleared. Your attacker had turned out to be a red headed male wearing grungy clothing with vibrant red eyes, but he looked far less threatening writhing on the floor in agony. You’d been absolutely frozen, too afraid to move when you saw the bright, crimson eyes pinning him to the floor, a sadistic smile on the little blonde’s face as she asked someone called Felix to take care of ‘that’. Since you assumed ‘that’ was you, a burst of adrenaline got you running. How he’d gotten around you to hem you back into the alleyway you weren’t sure but Felix’s giant frame was very much blocking your exit.

“You aren’t the BFG, are you?” you’d stammered, brain short circuiting. It had made the big guy tilt his head as he prowled closer, and you’d whined softly in terror. “Come on man, truce?” you pleaded. There was a cold touch on your arm, the tickle of soft hair against your temple and something cool and slender skimming your throat.

“Enough. She’s coming with us.” The voice was almost as cool as the breath that brushed your cheek, and everything had gone black pretty quickly after that. Your paper suddenly seemed very…inconsequential. Who cared about tectonic theory when you had discovered vampires existed? Actually…you did. You wanted to finish your degree, so with a bit of begging on your part and some organisational skill from the secretary, you had special circumstances and your course was to be complete online. Come the spring you’d have your degree in hand and be a college graduate, then you’d have absolutely no unfinished business with your professors and tutors, you could vanish without a trace and start living out eternity in Italy with Alec.

Your current research wasn’t going too well though. What you had thought was good information had turned out to be utterly irrelevant - unless you wanted to rewrite a whole chunk of your paper that was - so you scrunched the paper you’d been scribbling your notes on in one hand and lined up your shot with the wastepaper basket. You never kept it near your desk, it was way more fun to keep it across the room to launch your paper into it like the next big NBA start whenever you got the chance. You reared your arm back, eyes narrowed on your target, and when you were sure your shot lined up, you threw it.

“Yeet!” you crowed, eyes wide as you watched your paper ball sail through the air. Alec knocked and entered at exactly the same time, his eyes tracking the scrunched up ball as it smacked the wall and fell into the basket below. Arms lifting, you grinned and span your chair around with a cheer. “And Y/N sinks it like the mvp I am!” you stopped spinning to face Alec smugly, one ankle crossed over your knee and your hands linking behind your head. “Here for an autograph?” you asked with a wink. Alec’s eyes rolled as he crossed to sit on the edge of your desk.

“I see the studying is going well.” He observed, eyes tracking over your pages of notes and the twenty plus open tabs on your laptop. You heaved a sigh.

“It’s…going.” You answered evasively. Alec didn’t comment, his eyes drifting back towards the wastepaper basket target you’d set up for yourself. He was very quiet, the expression on his face contemplative. Your eyebrows rose a bit and you settled back in your seat to watch him. His side profile was glorious, you had to admit. His jawline was a little rounded, soft with his perpetual youth, but his cheek bones were high and his lashes long and dark around those deep burgundy eyes. The light coming in from your bedroom window was shattering against his skin, refracting off of him like he was a human disco ball. He looked absolutely ethereal like this, an inhuman, impossible being on the edge of your desk that for whatever reason, wanted crazy little you.

“Y/N, you recall we discussed my age once, yes?” he asked finally, turning his eyes back to yours. Your heart skittered since he’d caught you so openly staring at him, and the small twitch of his lips made you certain he’d heard it.

“Yeah, I remember you’re an old fogey.” You teased, trying to play it cool. Alec’s nose wrinkled briefly.

“Perhaps it is my age, but I do not understand your language.” He admitted. You pursed your lips, trying hard to fight the smile threatening to break out. You failed epically, a slight giggle escaping you.

“Sorry, I just…you all speak so formally around here, it’s no surprise you don’t know slang.” You said. Alec sighed.

“Humans have become so lazy with language, even the words they do use correctly are rarely fully enunciated,” He retorted wryly, “Though I suppose it is what happens when time passes. Things evolve. Will you teach me?” You blinked in surprise. Alec wanted to learn slang? Oh…oh. He waited patiently for you to answer him while your mind reeled with all the possibilities, a wicked smile spreading across your face.

“Where do you want to start? Slang or text speak?” you questioned. Alec actually squinted.

“Is there a difference?” he asked, sounding more wary now. You all but cackled in delight and sensing the sudden shift in your mood, he held his hands up to placate you. “Perhaps we can start with the words you used earlier. What is yeet?” You pushed to your feet and shook your head vehemently.

“It’s not yeet, it’s yeet!” you threw an added emphasis on the ye part and pretended to throw another ball into the wastepaper basket. Alec frowned.

“Ye-e-et?” he tried. Your head tilted.

“Okay we’ll work on pronunciation later. Definition of the word…erm, well, it’s just something you yell when you throw something like I did earlier, you know? So, here-“ you scrunched up some more paper from your notebook and handed him the ball, “-you can yeet it into the waste basket.” You demonstrated for added effect, and after taking a moment to scrunch up the paper a little more, he reared his arm back.

“Yeet!” he sounded a little vicious, enough to make you shudder, but his expression was expectant when he turned to look at you, like a puppy wanting praise. You had to introduce him to a high five then, and you had no idea what sort of a monster you’d made until you had settled in the common room a little over a week later, snuggled in a blanket so you could curl up against Alec without fear of catching pneumonia anytime soon.

“It’s a classic Felix! Of course we should watch it.” Demetri sounded exasperated, no doubt bored of the argument the pair had been having since early afternoon about what movie to watch tonight on a rare night off. Jane sat primly in her favourite armchair across from them, looking thoroughly bored with their dramatics. Alec sighed, tightening his grip on you.

“Demetri don’t be such an old fogey.” He chipped in. The room fell utterly silent, your own head swivelling to look up at your mate. You were shocked he’d used it so causally, and given the look on his face it had surprised Alec too.

“I beg your pardon? I am a what now?” Demetri questioned, looking confused as to whether or not he should be offended. Alec opened and closed his mouth slightly, looking to you for help getting out of this one. You bit your lip, hand moving up to smother your smile.

“Chillax D, it’s a compliment.” You grinned. Demetri frowned, eyes searching your face suspiciously for a moment before he sat a little straighter, chest puffing slightly.

“Hear that Felix. I’m a fogey. You should listen to me more often.” He chastised. You barely contained your laughter, Alec’s own frame shaking silently. His lips brushed your ear as he leaned down to whisper a single word in your ear.

“Lol.”

You burst out laughing. Maybe teaching Alec slang hadn’t been such a bad idea after all?

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alovesongshewrote · 4 years ago

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Almost A Thousand Years - 1300 | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot: You’ve known Hisirdoux Casperan for almost a thousand years. You’ve hated him for almost a thousand years. And for almost a thousand years, you’ve been cursed to feel each others pain. But somewhere in that time, things changed. [Hisirdoux Casperan x Mostly Gender Neutral but Probably Female Presenting Based on How Historical Men Treat Them!Reader]

Word Count: 2,543

Warnings: THIS ONE IS BIG SAD GUYS, minor character death, plague, fighting, blood, injury, enemies to lovers emphasis on enemies, reader gets called a wench by Douxie :(

A/N: Two in one night because the last chapter was short, lol

Tag List: @furblrwurblr

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Before the plague, a few things happened.

You were in Italy, learning all you could during the renaissance. It was a very exciting time for you, everything you were passionate about was reborn, and it felt like you were starting a new life with them. Maybe, in this life, you wouldn’t have to hide as much. You wouldn’t have to be a spy or a soldier to survive, you could just be as you were. You could walk in the dark without fear. You were full of hope for a brief and shining moment.

And then Hisirdoux Casperan found you.

You’d been in the market, purchasing a few things that you needed, as you do, when you caught a glimpse of a familiar familiar.

So, you ran. Again.

It definitely wasn’t the best plan, seeing as you brought a lot of unwanted attention to yourself. That didn’t matter though, you just had to keep going. You made it all the way out of town before the first spell was cast. Blue magic, from him, hit you in the back, tripping you.

The unforgiving ground scratched up your hands, drawing blood and stinging your palms. Quickly, you got to your feet. Turning to face the apprentice, you saw him glaring at his own hands. You smirked, knowing that whatever he did to you, he’d feel himself. You took his distraction as an opportunity, casting a spell of your own, throwing him into a tree.

Then you winced, feeling the impact, and remembered that you'd feel whatever you did to him.

The wizard stood, raising his hands to attack you again, but a small black mass interrupted him, “Douxie! Stop this!”

“Aww, your cat knows I’ll kill you! How protective, how cute,”

“Shut up, wench!”

“Ooooh, emotional. Love that,”

Hisirdoux looked like he’d attack you again any second, but Archie stopped him again, not even allowing him to speak this time, “You were a spy for the Gumm-Gumm army, (Y/N), why?”

You felt a little bad at that. The familiar actually sounded hurt, which was a bit of a surprise for you. You'd assumed that everyone in Camelot jumped to hating you, you never considered that you'd hurt anyone, “I-I didn’t-”

“It doesn’t matter! The witch betrayed us, she betrayed Merlin!”

“Douxie, please. Whatever you do, remember, you will also feel it,”

The wizard scowled and put down his fists, deciding that you weren't worth the pain. You did the same, glaring at them both.

“You should leave,” you told them, “The people around here aren’t crazy about strangers,”

And with that, you walked away.

You didn’t wait to see if the wizard stuck around. You had to get home, pack up, and leave again. It wasn’t safe here anymore.

A few years later, you were in France. It was a beautiful country, really, full of rolling hills and stunning fields, breath-taking coasts, and awe-inspiring mountains. It was lovely, really.

Unfortunately, it was also the Hundred Years War, so literally everyone was fighting literally all the time, and you, of course, got caught up in it.

You had tried to avoid it, you really did. You'd wandered the countryside, trying your best to mind your own business, picking your way through a war-torn land and trying to admire the beauty in it at the same time

And then one afternoon, miles away from France, Douxie felt a sharp, intense pain in his arm. He stared down at his limbs, concerned that he'd hurt himself somehow, but there was nothing on his skin. He was fine. Which meant you weren’t.

And you were not, in fact, fine. You’d been stabbed. Fortunately, not anywhere too important, but it was still enough to kill you if you didn’t get help.

And you assumed no one would help. If Casperan felt this he was too far away to do anything, and he’d never help you, even if he could. No one else knew you existed, and it wasn't like helping strangers was something everyone did. Even if it were popular, the people around you were too busy fighting. You had to face facts. You were going to die here.

It wasn't pleasant, but the very least this was better than whatever Gunmar had planned for you.

You accepted your fate and stared at the sky, watching clouds float in and out of view. And then they got closer. You were confused for a moment before you realized that someone had picked you up. You tried to see the face of your savior, but all you could see was a metal helmet. The helmet of your savior faded away as you quickly lost consciousness.

You woke in a dim tent, lit only by lanterns and candles. The space smelled of herbs and old blood. In the corner of the tent was an older man, crouched over a wooden table, reading something. You sat up and looked down at your arm. It was well bandaged, sore still, but you would survive this wound.

“Good to see you’re awake,” the man said, not looking up from his book.

“What? Who are you?”

“I am no one of consequence. But you? A youth such as yourself, unarmed in a battle? There is something peculiar about you, no doubt about that,”

You paused for a moment. He was right, you were peculiar, but hopefully, he hadn’t figured out just what was off about you.

“Why did you help me?”

“You’re a person, are you not? You were in trouble, were you not? It is my belief that every person who needs help should receive it,”

You could have laughed at that. This man was himself peculiar in his beliefs. You hadn’t met many humans with that particular mindset.

“How many people agree with that?”

“Enough of them to make the philosophy worth it,”

The man continued to shuffle around the tent, looking at books and messing with herbs. You did your best to stand. He turned to you.

“Good, you can stand,” he handed you a stack of books, which almost dropped immediately after receiving them, “Come! We have injured men to attend to and little time to do it!”

The doctor left the tent, and you followed.

And you kept following.

For the next few years, you apprenticed under the good doctor, not only learning more about medicine but about humans themselves. The more you worked with the doctor, the more people you met and healed, the more your admiration for man-kind grew. You had seen the worst of humanity, but now you saw its other side.

The doctor was an amazing mentor. He was strict, but not unkind, teaching you everything he knew. You still had your secrets. He never knew about your magic, and you never learned his name, but despite that, you made quite the team. The doctor was always there through the frustration of a tough patient, or the grief of losing someone you couldn’t save. He helped you navigate the world, something no one else had ever bothered to teach. The man was quite like a father to you.

And the both of you enjoyed that bond.

One day, after assisting a woman in the birth of her child, the doctor told you something you doubted he’d told anyone else.

“Have I ever told you about my wife young (Y/N)?”

“I don’t believe so, master,”

“She was so beautiful. Fearless and full of life. She was the one who believed in people. For years, I had my doubts about humanity. I healed for coin and profit. But she saw the world for what it really was, and she wanted to make it better. She made me want to make it better,”

“She sounds incredible,”

“She was,”

“If I may, where is your wife now, master?”

“She passed some years ago, child. I continue my practice in her name. One day I hope-” he looked out on the horizon, gazing at the rising sun, “I hope I can see her again,”

You raised a hand to his shoulder, “One day master, but not too soon. This world needs you a while longer,”

He placed a hand over yours, “I know. I hope she does too,”

“I’m sure she’s alright with waiting for you master,”

It inspired you, how their love lasted. How it inspired your mentor to be better. How he hoped to see her in the life after this one, and how she waited for him. You hoped that, maybe, you’d find a love like that for yourself one day.

Then the plague hit.

You and the doctor did everything in your power, but it wasn’t enough. The pandemic would be a pandemic no matter what you did.

You traveled from town to town, trying your best to ease people's pain, but there was no cure. You also had to avoid contracting the plague yourself. Immortal or otherwise, the black death would still hurt, and might actually kill you. You were even more concerned for your mentor, a mortal, who was going on in years, becoming more fragile as the days went on. It didn’t stop him from trying to help the public, for their own benefit and in the name of his wife. You admired that.

And then he became infected.

You held him in your arms as he died, trying to hide your tears from the old man. Instead of crying, you did your best to make small talk with the doctor, a tactic he taught you to keep the patient's mind from the pain. You never thought that he’d be the patient.

“Do you remember that woman, Master? The one without eyes? She had such humor about her. I hope she’s alright,”

He only nodded. But there was a curiosity in his eyes. He had questions, and he wanted them answered before he left this world. He did not want small talk.

“My dear (Y/N),” he’d rasped, “Tell me, how have you stayed so young? It’s been years since I saved you from the battlefield, how do you retain your youth?”

“It’s a story for another day, master,”

He sighed, “You should go, child. You could become infected if you stay here,”

“No, no, I can’t leave you,”

“I don’t want you to go through this,” he coughed, “Please, (Y/N),”

“No, no, no, there has to be something else I can do, I-”

“(Y/N)-”

“No,” the tears came harder as you let go of the man and lifted your hands, “I’m sorry I hid this from you,”

You began to chant softly, something you hadn’t done in years. Magic flew from your fingertips, a soft glow surrounded the doctor. You ignored his wide eyes and kept going, using every healing spell you could think of, praying that it would work.

It didn’t.

Your mentor grabbed your hand, “Thank you, my child. You’ve allowed me the chance to be your guide, your teacher, and now you’ve shown me magic. I will see my wife soon. Maybe someday, we will meet again, and I could introduce you to her”

“I’d love to meet her someday,” you whispered.

And then he was gone.

You buried him in a field of flowers.

And then you let yourself cry.

You wept for days, crying over a burning in your chest that you hadn’t felt since Morgana’s passing all those years ago. This was a loss unlike anything you’d ever known, and it hurt. You would gladly face a thousand more stab wounds, scratches, bruises, beatings, whatever before you felt this pain again.

Across the country, Douxie your pain.

It was odd, because Archie was fine, and apart from that he’d isolated himself. When people were dying left and right, it was better to live without attachments. The wizard suffered through the confusion for a few days before he realized; there was nothing wrong with him, something had happened to you.

Now don’t misunderstand, he didn’t actually care about you, but if you were hurt he would feel it, and he wasn’t in the mood to experience unnecessary pain. Oh god, what if you had the plague? He didn’t care, but if you had the plague, you’d probably die, and if you died you might take him with you. That, or he’d lose one of his few remaining attachments to Camelot. Not that he cared about you or anything, just himself, Archie, and the last of Camelot. Not you. Totally not.

He didn’t care so much, that he tracked you down to make sure you weren’t dead.

But that might have been a bad decision considering the two of you were enemies and you were mourning the loss of your father figure.

When he found you, you were sitting alone in a field of flowers, staring into space, looking out at the horizon. He cleared his throat to get your attention.

“What are you doing here!?” You barked, moving to face the wizard. He took note of the black you wore, of your voice, sharp with anger and rough from crying. Maybe you weren’t physically hurt after all.

“I felt something on your end, I wanted to make sure you hadn't done anything stupid,”

“Well, I’m fine, so why don’t you just leave me alone?”

Hisirdoux turned to leave when he noticed Archie pawing at something at the edge of the field. A doctor's mask.

“(Y/N)?”

“What!?”

“You haven’t been treating plague patients, have you?”

“Why does it matter to you,”

He picked up the mask and spun around to face you, “If you get the plague, I feel it! If you die I feel it! I don’t want to-”

“Oh what, so I’m supposed to stop helping people because you’re afraid of a little pain? You’re a coward Casperan!”

“And you’re a fool! Since when do you care about helping people, anyway? You were happy to betray Camelot!”

“I’ve cared for a long time now, apprentice,” you spat, “And betrayal wasn’t my choice!”

“Wasn’t it?”

You grit your teeth. Glaring at the ground, you wondered what your master would think of Casperan. It didn’t matter. He was gone.

“Get away from me,”

“What?”

“I said GET AWAY!” You screamed, flinging a spell at your opponent.

He hit the ground hard. Both of you cried out in pain.

“This is pointless,” you said, tears falling again. A fight with Casperan was not what you needed right now.

“What aren’t you understanding,” Hisirdoux said, getting to his feet, “If you die from the plague, you could kill us both!”

“I would die gladly if it killed you,”

Those words hurt like nothing else. Douxie didn’t even like you and yet it still stung.

Your vicious words hurt you too. You knew, deep down, you hadn’t really meant that. You were beginning to realize that everything and everyone you loved would fade with time, and at the end of it, Hisirdoux would be the only thing left. You still hated him though.

Behind him, Archie hissed, “Douxie, we should go,”

“Fine,” the wizard said, dropping the mask, “Good luck staying alive,”

You both burned with rage as Casperan left with his familiar, not caring that he hadn’t learned what caused you such pain.

And when they were gone, you cried.

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painkiller ∣ 2 ∣ j.hs

breakups are habitual, ordinary maybe even easy for some other people, and maybe it could be easy for you, too, if you haven’t been dumped by your boyfriend after finding out that you were pregnant. no, it wasn’t easy even a bit. and a stranger who wants to be your side doesn’t make this all easy for you, at all.

pairing; jung hoseok x reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, pregnancy au, strangers to lovers au, single!mom au, slice of life au,,

warnings; angst, and more angst(we will have less angst in time i promise), swearings, mention of sexual harrasment(it’s a light scene)

word count; 7.4k

rating; nc17

a/n; heyo!! i know i’m pretty late, but it took me ages to write, and it was hard for me to gather my thoughts to turn them into writing,, but yes, here i am with the episode 2!! i hope you can enjoy this episode as much as the first one. i’m really happy with the feedbacks i got with the first episode, and i love to write this fic, so thank you for encouraging me more to write about this hoseok and y/n. i still need your feedbacks tho lol,, love you all ♡

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‘Can you please take this to Jin?’ Jimin asked the man who passes by him, causing him to stop, eyes narrowed after he looks at Jimin. ''You know I would, but I have to finish this resource, and he doesn't want to see me before I finish this,'' Jimin begs once again, eyes taking the shape of a puppy. What Jimin said is not a lie, and he is drowning in research for a patient, where Jin asked him a lot while ago, and he is a bit scared to see him before he finishes this.

''Okay, okay. Give me that,'' Jimin coos, wiggling his body before handing the file to the man who saves him, with a big grin on his face. ''I owe you big time!'' he yells, while the other man takes a turn at the big white corridor. His big grin fades after he turns his papers, he has a lot of things to do yet, he finds himself procrastinating, as he always does.

Hoseok folds the file in his hand, sighing to himself, and asks why he always finds himself while agreeing what Jimin says. And not only on work, but he also does this at home, where he feels too lazy to do the dishes or the laundry. Hoseok loves him, loves him like a brother, but he has to learn to say no. Both for his and Jimin's sake, otherwise, he will find himself while beating his ass. Hoseok takes another turn, where Jin's room is, but before he could open the door, someone does it before him.

Hoseok barely holds himself from crashing on you, his eyes wide open due to the sudden move. A little whimper leaves his lips, but you were too busy to hear that or even see him. He goes silent after seeing the tears on your eyes, the pain, and uncertainty on your face. A very familiar face with the familiar emotions on it. Hoseok's mouth takes an 'o' shape, eyes watching you to getting away from him.

While trying to understand what just happened, he enters the room after knocking two times. A line appeared between his brows, familiar yet unknown feeling fills him, he wants to shake his body, head to toe. ''Is she?'' he doubts, eyes finding his friends who have the same confusion on his face. Hoseok couldn't understand why he was feeling this way, and why he was happy to see you again. He lets a deep breath, closing the door before heading to the chair, and sits where you just left. ''Well, it's a small world, huh?'' Jin laughs as he said something funny, but Hoseok crinkles his nose, gives him a blank stare in return.

''Wait... she is pregnant?'' his eyes went round, for some reason he couldn't bring these two things together, even though not knowing you enough to come up with a character analysis. ''Yes, but good news, she wasn't drunk, rather than what we think,'' Jin gave a half-smile, open his arms to emphasize the good news he was giving.

On the contrary to his friend, this news wasn't good for Hoseok. He remembered how you looked down in the dump the day he first saw you, and after seeing you with tears on your eyes, he felt heartbroken. He didn't know you well, but he couldn't help but want to reach you and talk to you about this.

''Hobi, don't tell me that you are thinking about talking to her or something... please,'' Jin grunted after seeing how sadness clouded his friend's features. Jin knew well enough that Hoseok would do something such a thing. He couldn't understand why, but Hoseok always tried to help others, even without knowing them, so Jin was sure that he would that once again.

Just like Jin afraid of Hoseok's whole face lit up, he throws the file he holds in his hand at Jin's desk before leaving his office in hurry. The doctor hit his face with his palm, shaking his head in disbelief. ''He never learns,'' he sighs, grabbing the file for distracting himself from his too friendly friend.

While Jin is already focusing on the work, Hoseok finds himself while eavesdropping the conversation you have with your mother, as he heard you calling the person as 'mom' over the phone. He didn't mean to overhear your phone call or acting like a creep once again, but he couldn't approach you after seeing you on the phone, in a deep conversation. He was just going to wait until you finish your call, as he said to himself, but courage left his body after you get up from the bench. His body betrays himself, and he stands there only to watch you getting away once again.

''Aish... stupid legs,'' he scoffs, leaning the back of his head to the wall, chewing on his bottom lip. He swears himself to come to your side when he sees you again. And his instincts say him that he will see you again.

Fried eggs, boiled eggs, or any kind of eggs, it didn't matter how they made it, or why they made. You hate it. You hate it with all of your presence. While the scent of the very disgusting thing starts to spread, there is no way for you to refrain from jerking your body from your bed, hitting your toes to every possible object in your room, thanks to your sleepy head. This is how you start your beautiful day.

Spasming and ratching above your toilet, nails digging into the napkin you hold one of your hands, as your life was depending on it.

As you barely hold your head up and eyes still tightly shut, you prayed to not dripping your newly cleaned floor. Fortunately, throwing up with closed eyes wasn't your first time, but they were only caused by your drunkness, rather than pregnancy.

And this is your story how you found yourself above on the toilet, pouring everything inside of you. Your nose crinkled at the sight, pushing the flush after throwing the napkin that you wiped your mouth. Morning sickness officially trying to end your life, as it was interrupting your sleep every morning, which a pregnant woman needs sleep. And stealing your food, vitamins, and all the other beneficial objects from your body. Also, the things that a pregnant woman most needed.

After you lift yourself from the ground and splashing cold water to your face, a little drop takes a track from your sleeves, dripping the white cotton rug. When the very hideous smell hits, closer this time, you stop wiping your face to the towel. No... no. He did not do that.

Your eyes find the man's big grin in the mirror, but his grin fades after seeing your petrified glares staring the pan he holds with big confidence. ''Don't you dare to take one step closer,'' you warn the man with red hair, eyes darting over the pan and his rounded eyes. His eyebrows waggled, holding the pan a little higher to your dismay. ''Aigo... I present to you the best breakfast and this is my reward? And I'm waiting here for a big fat thanks. What a shame...''

''Tae, just hold that scum far away from me!''

''Stop being a brat and thank me, you brat!'' he pouts while holding out the pan, but his eyes sparkled with horror after seeing you cover your mouth while letting a loud gag. ''You are just being dramatic here,'' he says, turning his back at you, but he holds himself from making a sound while visibly ratching. If Taehyung had a list of weird habits of him, throwing up after seeing, or hearing someone throwing up would be on the list. He makes a speed walk in your corridor, trying not to hear your sound.

You push the flush once again while listing how to kill someone before getting physically fight in your mind. Poisoning is the first thing to comes across your mind, but you let those thoughts slide from your mind before heading inside. He was too young to die anyway.

The red-haired man lets out a big sigh, the brooding eyes meet with yours. ''I still can't believe that you are pregnant,'' he throws the last cherry tomato to his mouth, chewing it loudly. ''and when are you going to visit Yuri, she is still super surprised,'' he says nonchalantly while making a small sandwich with salami and the fried egg.

''You mean my mom?'' you questioned, voice comes out hoarse as you hold your nose while sending him deadly glares. ''and can you just not eat this today?'' you gestured the salami and the egg, turning your head to another side, trying to hold your gag.

Taehyung scoffs, murmuring how you destroyed the beautiful morning for him, but he can't take the risk of making you vomit all over the kitchen, so he moves them away from you. ''Better?'' he asks after opening the kitchen window, and you nod appreciatively. ''Yuri-... I mean your mother called me after you gave her the news, and told me everything. I hope you won't get back with that bastard because we said pretty good things behind him,'' he plastered a smile on his face, adjusting his hair by brushing it with his hand.

''I'm still upset with you if you haven't realized it. I'm your best friend and you didn't even bother to give me a call. I wait for three days, but nothing.'' he rolled his eyes, arms crossed above his chest.

Well, he did have a point by being upset with you, but you hold yourself from giggling as you remembered his face when he comes to your door yesterday, at two o'clock. Eyes of him seizing you in disbelief, one of his hand resting on his chest, above his heart, shaking his head side to side, slowly. He emerged inside, telling you how angry and upset he was, but as you were pregnant he wasn't going to yell at you and make the baby sad. Rather, he gave you the 'how could you' look for a whole night long. And, for your belief, it was worse than him yelling at you.

He would scold you when he can, between changing every fabric that contains the very memories of your ex, aside with his scent. The scent that tearing your heart, suffocates you to death. He would be cursing and swearing in every two minutes behind your ex, send him the most negative thoughts, mentally. You hardly convince him to send his stuff to charity, and not to burn.

In his defense, burning them would clear the bad aura he left behind. More likely, that may or may not ease the fire and the hate Taehyung feels about him. Probably won't, you guessed.

''This is all new for me Tae... Even I can't believe that I'm pregnant,'' you shared, taking a sip from your tea. The weird taste of it made you scrunch your face, but Taehyung made you this saying it was good for a pregnant woman. ''And before I visit my mom, I have to get used to being like this,'' you peek a glance to your belly. As you said to him, it was too new for you to face your mother with a living creature in your stomach.

Yet, you don't think you will ever get used to this feeling.

''Okay...'' he nods, licks the chocolate from his fork. But soon after, he gets up and tells you that he had enough of this gloomy atmosphere. He cleans the kitchen, and not letting you help him even though you try, he kicks you out from your kitchen. After he finishes, he tries to guess if it's a she or a he, or maybe neither in his defense. Asks you a lot of questions about pregnancy, makes a couple of jokes about how you knocked up and then he starts to look for baby clothes. When he can't decide what to buy, he calls your mother, but the conversation even comes to your highly charismatic doctor, and you show them his picture.

It's not the best side of him as it was in the hospital site, still, it was enough to drop Taehyung's chin to the ground. He threatens you to stay away from him, narrows his eyes to reassure you that he was serious, but you just put a couple of slaps on his shoulder between in your laughs.

''There are people out there, looking like a statue, plus, a brain on their skull. Yet, my naive daughter chooses the stupid one and an ugly stupid,'' your mother sighs, shakes her head, causing Taehyung to burst into laughter. You on the other hand whine and pout the very offensive comment your mother did. Not that she is not right, but how could you possibly know that your three-year relationship would end like that. ''I hope this baby chooses to be like you. At least from the outside,'' another laughter raises from your best friend, your mom won't stop teasing you and ganging up with the redhead.

''I thought you two would be the wind on my back, not to spit on my face,'' the old woman looks at you the same way as the younger adult. Eyes narrowed, lips pressed together. Both of them try to understand what was that supposed to mean, and you giggle, still surprised by the similarity of the old lady and the young male. It's not a wonder how people thought Taehyung as your mother's son, rather than you.

''She is just making up words to get us, don't fool by it, Yuri!'' Taehyung warns, mouth twists in disgust and disbelief. And the called woman agrees, hums, and nods her head. You were being a third-wheel between your biological mother and your very best friend. At least you were feeling, and you start to pout. Arms crossed over your chest, having an attitude without making a big fuss.

Soon after you talk hours and hours, Taehyung and your mom got your sympathy before he gets up to head his home, insists on making you come with him, but you refuse for thousand times. ''You know I'd stay but the couch isn't good for my back,'' you giggle before kissing him goodbye and he leaves after telling you to call him for even the smallest thing.

The ease on your shoulders fades, sorrow gathers on your chest soon after Taehyung left. Once again, you are grateful to have him in your life. From the first time, you two met in the elementary school, said man never left your side, up this day. You two hold the hands of each other when you had your first vaccine, and never stop holding. Somewhere the friendship of the two turned to the friendship of the four when Taehyung befriends with Yoongi and Namjoon.

You love them, adore them for the chaos they bring to your life. That's why you kept your mouth shut about this news, as you knew that they would go crazy, won't leave your side for a moment to be a helping hand. For having and pressing that kind of attention, you should get prepared before. You need to accept the situation, first.

Six-week pregnancy hits you hard. Not just the morning sicknesses, but also sore, swollen breast due to the change of the shape. Yes, they look bigger than ever and you like how they filled your oversized bra, but the light pain made you uncomfortable. You try to massage them on the shower with your shower gel to ease the ache and constantly refused the help of Yoongi. He offered you to help with the massage thing, which you only sighed and shake your head in disbelief.

Side of this, you start to pee for like a thousand times a day. Day or night didn't matter, and you always find yourself sleeping on the toilet, waking up to a new need to pee. It was frustrating, annoying, and blood boiling.

You push the flush once again, adjusting your clothes before heading to the work. Before passing your sneakers to your feet, you take a glance at your long-forgotten heels. Pointy, tight shoes only manage to cause you more burden on these days, so you decide to stay away from them. Who would like to have sore feet while dealing with pregnancy? Not you.

''Give me a break...'' you turn the wheel, heading to another parking lot as some jerk decides to put his car to your spot. There is plenty of parking lot, but this one was the closest to the elevator and you didn't want to park another place to walk all the way down here again. Because of your unstable emotions, you feel too tired lately, worn out, and wanted to cry easily.

Your hold tightened around the wheel, head slowly falls on it after parking your car. You try to breathe, but it's useless. Everything feels too much, eyes tearing up, while defeat sits on your shoulders. Too much failure. Too much loneliness. Too much agony crept towards you, to your chest. All these days, you acted like there was nothing wrong with you. Like you weren't dying inside, like happy to be pregnant. Or, happy to be dumped.

Long story short, you weren't. You were waking up to vomit on your throat, ache on your chest, and the first thing you see was your dirty toilet before heading to work. A cramp grows in your chest, won't letting you breathe that you need desperately. Hiccups fall by your lips one by one, just like the tears on your face. Does it have to feel like this? Does it have to hurt like this, you didn't know.

So many people want to make you happy, who will be your side from the start to end, but somehow this feeling of loneliness won't leave your mind, your heart. You want only one of them on your side, even though you don't accept to be pregnant. But the only person you want on your side, wouldn't be your side.

You reach to your purse, take a napkin to adjust your face. The business won't work itself, as your boss always says. People need games to play. Most likely, rich people.

Elevator doors open with an irritating voice, too old to continue working you think. Before you take a step, you hear your name right beside you, causing you to startle. ''Did you made breakfast? If not, join me.'' the man in nothing but sweatpants and a simple shirt, greats you at the door with a big grin. He wishes you won't find a lame excuse to refuse him.

''Ohh, Damian... you scared me!'' hand placed above your chest, you seized the man. One of his hand in his pocket, mug on the other one. The suiting scent of the coffee fills your nostrils. ''Well, I don't have an appetite for breakfast,'' while you press your lips together, his grin widens on his face, almost covering it completely.

''Coffee then,'' he turns on his shoes, not letting you say anything before heading to the small kitchen in the office. You sigh, but feeling too tired to turn him down and to deal with his insists. ''Actually, I would like to have a tea instead,'' he turns, eyes widened with your sudden request. Both because you really did follow him, and choose tea over coffee. The brown-haired man knew you more than three years now, and he knew you well enough that you would always choose coffee over tea.

''That's also good,'' he doesn't want to waste his chance by asking you too much question, so he just smiles. He refreshes his coffee, while you take a sip from your tea. Smooth peach fills in your breath, warms your stomach, nose wrinkles with the warm feeling. ''Thank you,'' you hold your mug up, bowing your head slightly with a smile.

''Aish... I want to kick his head and his ass. Why he has to be a jerk like this!'' right before the man who stands on the kitchen talks again, his mouth shuts as the voice of long heels, and whinings fill the room. You great the woman with long black hair with your head, while she takes her place on the other side of the table. ''Who thinks he is? I know he is the head of the creative department, but ughhh-- he just annoys me,'' you press your laugh, while the girl covers her face with her freshly manicured hands.

You exchange looks with Damian, he doesn't hide his smile while playing the hair on his neck. ''Don't you think he is annoying? Y/N?'' hand on your wrist disconnects your stare, and you turn to see round pair of eyes, burning with rage. You found this oddly amusing and also too familiar.

''Stop pushing Y/N to talk bad about her friend Nara,'' Damian finishes his drink after scolding Nara with an irony. You let your smile out, feeling better after burying your anger and fears to the back of your mind. In fact, you were too busy to think about your low life at this office. ''Fun fact, he is also my boss,'' you narrow your eyes, pointing your forefinger at his face, ''not just yours,''

He looks at your finger, then behind you and Nara before speaking. ''Speak of the devil,'' he jokes, waving his hand. You both turn your backs to meet the man you gossip about, Nara lets out a loud groan, hands covering her face once again.

''I didn't know that I was paying you to chat all day,'' the man in a cream suit leans on the kitchen bench, raising his brow. ''Well, you don't pay us exactly,'' you raise your brow, imitating him but fail to hide your mischief on your tone.

''If so, don't come at me asking for a raise,'' Nara rolls her eyes after hearing his annoying voice. She really finds his voice annoying. Irritating, and mostly his voice always drives her crazy.

''Joon, you wouldn't do that. Not to your best worker,'' you pout, but both Damian and Nara protest what you said. They find your high confidence ridiculous and presents their objections. But the head of the creative department can't handle the mess and raise his voice to gather the attention on him. ''Okay, okay, okay. There is no raise near soon, so save this fight for another meeting, alright?''

He holds his hand up, regretting to open the topic of the raise. Both you and Damian let a light chuckle, while Nara rolling her eyes at him. Namjoon sends a cringy wink to her before leaving the kitchen, causing Nara to make vomiting sounds.

Bitter liquid finds its way up to your throat, so you choose to run from there, following Namjoon. Avoiding the numbness on your throat for not to humiliate yourself on the work by vomiting and then explaining why you were vomiting all around the floor. Aish... you would never want to experience that.

''Don't you have an appointment with--'' between in your overthinking, you cut his words with a loud whine. You close the door behind you and face him. The so-called boss looks at you with round eyes, mouth parted slightly due to your sudden reproach. ''Did I say something wrong?''

''No... of course not Joonie,'' you give a little break, scratching your neck in embarrassment. Not that he said something wrong, but more likely what he was going to say would only cause more gossiping and a big fuss that you couldn't handle in this exact moment. You take a seat in front of his desk, rubbing your palms on your thighs. ''I just... don't-- not ready for everyone to hear, you know?''

Namjoon's heart aches for a second, seeing you ill at ease and weary makes him upset. He wasn't that oblivious to not recognize how tired you look with the dark bags under your eyes, cursory makeup you do to look more lively, hiding how you feel actually. He just wants to take you from this nightmare you live, but he is too powerless to do so.

''Sorry Y/N... I'll try to be more careful,'' you smile at him, waving your hand like it's not a big deal, but he knows. ''But, you do have an appointment, right?''

''Yes, I have,'' you pause to take a sip from a bottle of water he has on his desk. Out of the blue, you feel dehydrated. ''That's why I barge in here. I need to leave a little bit early today... You know what for,'' Namjoon sized you up with a fond smile on his lips, and you knew that he was up to something, probably going to say something to boil your blood.

''You came here to ask permission, as I'm your boss, huh?'' opposing to his cocky, annoying expression, you could feel your jaw clenching while eyes twitching. Everyone thought having a friend who is your boss would have benefit for you but in reality, it was annoying. He continuously bragging about this, even after your shifts, while having a joyful meal. ''Joon, I swear that I will sue you for sexual harassment,'' you glare at him, but he lets a scoff.

''As they would believe you,'' his finger goes between you and himself, forehead creased. ''I'm sorry but obviously, you are not my type,'' you literally growl after his statement, rubbing your face with your palms. What a frustrating human being...

''I'm leaving,'' you get up between his laughs and attempts to make you stay longer, but you shut the door behind. While sighing and heading to your desk, you feel sorry for Nara. That woman tries not to kill him and tries not to lose her mind because of all his bullshits. You send all of your blessings to her. For hers and Namjoon's sakes.

''Tell Jimin that if he won't hand me the research I assigned him until the end of this week, I swear the god I'll fire his pre-nurse ass--'' when you enter the room after knocking, two pair of rounded eyes lands on you. You eye them with wide eyes, not expecting to hear these words from your Doctor. ''I'm sorry... I knocked on the door but--''

''Y/N! I was waiting for you-- come in,'' despite his red face and visible veins on his neck, his tone comes out sweet like the first appointment you had with him. You give a faint smile in return with a little head bow, closing the door behind you. ''I just need a minute, okay?'' you nod.

Standing under the white light, eyes focused on your shoes. You should have stopped chewing your lips when you feel nervous, but you never manage it. You liked Doctor Kim, but being in this room will always make you nervous and tense. Being here made your nerves go crazy, pain on the chest and the reality of your situation would always hit you hard in here. Realizing the truth, the truth of being in an unwanted pregnancy haunts you every time you find yourself in here. It's only the second appointment you had, and you shouldn't feel this worn out by this, but you know that every time, every appointment will feel like this. Stressed, vulnerable, and trapped.

You were too caught up with your own thoughts that you could only hear someone was calling your name after a couple of minutes. ''--Pardon me for keeping you wait, but I had to deal with these papers. So, how are we feeling?'' Doctor Kim's familiar gentle smile stands on his lips while addressing you, hands clenched each other on his desk. You open your mouth to say something. Mostly lying about how good you were, how everything was so great, but the pair of eyes catch your attention.

Wide eyes staring you in shock and curiosity, lips turn into a pout, slightly parted. Soft brown hair stands on his head, matches with his brown orbs. Very familiar glows he got in his eyes, you think. Very familia--

''Oh let me introduce you to Hoseok,'' Doctor gets up, holding his hand up, pointing the man who confuses your mind. ''This is our greatest nurse, Jung Hoseok--''

''We should stop meeting like this,'' the nurse holds his hand up, waiting for you to do the same, but he surprised you with his absurdity. You would remember if you met a man like him. Men who smile like the sweetest peach. The smile that warms your stomach for no reason and the uncertainty made you uncomfortable. The same irritations you feel when you met with the clingy stranger. The day you learn--oh no... ''You always look the same. With the same dead eyes, I guess,''

''How--why? You?'' you feel the heat crawling on your neck, bottom lip shaking with the need to say something, but you only be able to sigh.

You did watch a lot of movies. Both stupid and semi-stupid. Coincidences, serendipities, and all the unexpected meetings you didn't believe. You watched it all, and you gain mature enough not to fall for those stupid movies. Not letting yourself keeping your hopes high, but if you would do it if you keep your hopes high, you wouldn't want to waste those cute coincidences with these two strangers. But as your eyes go between Doctor Kim and the nurse named Hoseok, you could tell that you waste all of your luck.

Not that you believe though.

Hoseok feels his heart race quicken, even though he tries to hold himself being obvious, he can't control the shake on his hand. To his luck, you are too caught up with your thoughts to realize it. You were too caught up with the thought of turning your back and run to take fresh air, but that would be so extra. Even for you, so you just stay there.

When you finally hold his hand to shake it, he gives a relieved sigh. And you don't know why his hand feels so soft and warm. Hoseok's let out a little 'oh' sounds when you take your hand from his grip, pout stands on his lip with the wide eyes because of your sudden move. But you didn't want him to take his hand from your grip, so that's mean you should take it. There is no way that you will stand in there, holding hands with an odd stranger. No way.

''Did you drink the amount of water I ask, Y/N?'' thanks to your doctor, the most awkward moment you had with the complete stranger eases in time. You nod before he explains why he asked for you to drink water. Things that he explained before, but you were too distracted with pitying yourself and having zero clues about this. ''--we need this in case of any abnormalities on the placenta, checking the cervix for any kind of change...'' you just lost in his words, the unknown words you can't understand babbling in your ears, but your blood run colds when you heard the only familiar word. ''--and the best part, you could hear the heartbeat of the baby. You'd want this, don't you?'' contrary to his smile, you stare him blank.

You stand there bewildered. Heart pumping the blood faster, cold enough to freeze your fingertips, and the weight on your chest send tears to your eyes. You did not come here for this. You did not.

Hoseok's eyes wander between you and his friend. He feels anxious about the way you look. The way you bug-eyed looking Jin, chest moving up and down the way he never sees before, and he thinks it's going to explode. The tight and wobbly voice that comes from you even worries him more. ''I--I didn't... Do--do I have to do... that?''

You don't know how desperate or pathetic you sound, you didn't care. The only thing you know is that you weren't ready for this. Don't want to do this. The doctor sees the tears, but stays and sounds calm. ''Of course, you don't have to. But I believe it would be better to listen, both for you and the baby.'' his modulated voice ease your heart just a little bit, but you can't understand how this affects you better? Or the baby. ''You can think about this while changing your clothes, okay?''

You nod. Too worn out to speak, to find your voice.

While you drowning in the thoughts of whether you should do it or not, having a mini-crisis inside of your mind, with the knock at the door you flinch. A frown takes its place on your face, and you open the door after adjusting the gown you just wear. Brooding chocolates immediately find yours, size you up with the same pout on his lips.

Unintentionally, you look down before closing the door partly. Being partly naked in front of him made you uncomfortable, even though he is a nurse. ''Hey,'' he waves his hand in small, tries to smile but it fades because of your deadpan look. You are not in the mood for unwanted conversations. ''I just wanted to... wanted to check on you and ask if you want me to--'' his voice goes so quiet that you couldn't hear what he says in the end. Seeing how he blushes, you understand that he says something you would refuse.

''You wanted to ask?'' you extend your head, raise a brow to make him repeat.

''--stay with you,''

''What?''

''Would you want me to stay with you while listening to the heartbeats of your baby?'' he said in a small panicky voice, eyes searching your face to get ready to hear your reply.

You stay dumbfounded. It is something stupid, even sounds stupid. You would refuse this. Refuse this immediately. Without thinking about it. Before your heart warms and the hammering on your chest eases. But you open your lips to ask the question you shouldn't ask. ''Is it okay for you to do it?''

''Well, I'm a nurse... and if you want this?'' Hoseok wasn't expecting this. He wasn't expecting you to agree on this, wasn't expecting to see the way your eyes glow. The very professional nurse wasn't expecting his heart to melt with the way your eyes blink before replying to him. But it does.

''Then, I want you to stay. With me,''

You had no idea why you agree with him on this. You had no idea how to feel when you open your legs to Doctor Kim, right before you hear the heartbeats. ''You will feel a little pressure, just stay relax,'' the soothing tone of your doctor returns, and just like he said, you feel the uncomfortable pressure inside. When you clench nailing your palms, squeezing your eyes shut, a hand wraps around yours.

Normally you would flinch with the sudden touch, or feel uneasy. But the way he holds your hand soothes you, the way his light squeezes on your hand makes everything a little bit better. These were unusual things to feel, probably hormones made you feel like this, but you feel grateful to him for staying on your side.

The way you think 'not him again' when you saw him again, now left its place to gratitude for you.

''Okay, I think we are ready to hear the heartbeats, huh?'' when your eyes met with Doctor Kim's, you forget how to breathe. Breath stuck on your lungs, your stare stuck on his, and you stuck on the white stretcher. You feel overwhelmed after hearing the intense mechanical beats. You didn't know what to do, how to act after hearing the heartbeats. Agony crept towards your chest, the ache is physical to feel when you covered your chest with your palm. You feel doomed. Vulnerable. Broken.

Trying to swallow the bitter taste on your lips only made it worse, tears shimmered in your eyes. This was all real. You were pregnant, dumped, and all alone. Everything was happening and you weren't dreaming at all. You never wanted to cry out loud this much, to scream until your throat goes sore and maybe you would faint due to the tiredness. Maybe you would shut your eyes, and never open them again. You wanted to get rid of this ache.

''It's okay. It's going to be okay,'' Hoseok couldn't help himself from patting your arm, trying to ease your mind. Seeing the tears on your face, the way you squeeze his hand when the beats filled in the room, devastated him. Yes, he only saw you three times, but you never looked this bad. This injured.

''Y/N, are you okay? Can you talk?'' even though you want to reply to him with words, it looked impossible to make a sound. You nod, trying to tell your doctor that you were okay, despite its a lie. ''Would you want to stay alone for a moment?''

You didn't know if you nod again, or made a 'hmph', but both of them left the room and leave you alone with your gloomy thoughts. Not that you know what to think, how to feel, or how to act. Why can't someone decides this for you? Why it has to be you? You didn't ask for this. You never wanted this. This... baby. You never felt this alone in your life. Down in the dumps.

Trying to move was hard, due to the heaviness of your body, your mind. Numbness takes over both your mind and your body, as you try to change your clothes. Lifeless movement only occurs as a handicap on your way to the door, plus, you weren't ready to see anyone. But to your dismay, there was only Doctor Kim, sitting on his desk and writing. Probably for you.

''Ah. Are you feeling better?'' he wondered, lifting his head from his computer. Eyes of him examining your actions, your face to catch your true feelings while you gave him a faint smile. You answer him before wiping your forehead. All the stress made you sweaty. ''Oh, I'm. I'm okay, thank you,''

He smiles, points his front, invites you to sit. And you do as he says, taking your place while wondering where Hoseok went from the back of your mind. It was the best not to see him after your little breakdown, but still, it didn't stop you from wondering. ''There is nothing wrong. Baby and you look good, there is nothing to worry about,'' he gave a half-smile before continuing, ''but... Let me ask this Y/N, even though it sounds like I'm crossing the line. Would you think about seeing a psychologist? It's okay to have breakdowns and having troubles as a pregnant woman, and it's not something to abstain about.''

''I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable, but as your doctor, I'm offering you this. This is our second appointment and you had troubles within both of them. It can be helpful for you, and the baby.''

Keeping eye contact was something hard for you to adjust, so you just stare at your fingers, play with them. Although you know he was right and trying to be helpful, you offended. You can't help but feel disparaged. Feel stupid. Being this obvious about your situation was your fault, crying and looking like a wreck. ''I'll think about... it,'' you sniffled, wiping your nose before meeting with his gaze.

''That's great. You don't have to do it, but if you do, that would be great for you Y/N,'' he said with a quiet empathy, smiling fondly to reassure you. And it wasn't all act. The blonde doctor sincerely wanted to be sure of your health. Both physically and mentally.

Then, he gave you a paper filled with what you should do incase of fatigues and constipation, side with the essential tests you should do, and the multivitamins you should take. And you left his room after saying a pale goodbye. Probably he was pitying you, but you can't do anything about that, don't you? Well, there is always a choice where you don't cry like a baby every time you came here, but that already wiped from the list, you sighed.

Exhaustion fills your muscles, your bones after finishing all the tests and check-ups. They were advising you not to go hard on yourself, even though they wear you out with all of these works. Not to be dramatic but you were the last one in this hospital, without counting the doctors and all. With droopy movements of your feet, you head to the exit, imagining your comfy bed, and the midnight snacks you will burry your face. Ahh, you could feel your heart getting warm with the thought of your bed.

One-step, and you are out, leaving this place, and the heartbeats of the baby behind. Before terrifying misery stuck to your chest, you flinch by the touch on your shoulder. ''Oh, shit! It--It's me,'' you watch the man in dark clothes holding his head, grumbling with a pout on his lips.

''Ah.. I'm sorry, but why are sneaking me from behind?'' you try to lean on him to give a good look on his head, but he steps back.

''Did you have to hit me?'' he sighs, rubbing his head while still pouting. ''Gee... you got heavy hands, don't you?'' you try your best not to laugh at the sight, but he was forcing your limits while whining like a crybaby, all pouty and still rubbing his head. ''I'm--... sorry,''

''Aish... and you laughing?'' you pressed your lips together to hold your laughter behind, but you failed after seeing his smile. ''I'm smiling because of my rage, don't dare to think that I forgive you,''

''C'mon, I didn't hit you that hard,'' his eyes went round, scanning you from head to toe, hand on his chest in disbelief. ''and now you making a big deal of it.''

He lets out a gasp as he caught off guard. ''I could have brain damage,'' he mocked, taking his hand from his chest.

You both stare at each other, without saying another word. You didn't know what to say, and he didn't know how to ask the question he wanted to. Hoseok glanced up to the ceiling, swallowing his words with loud gulps while you chewing your lip, and staring your shoes. In three minutes of silence, you couldn't understand the heat that was placed on your cheeks, as well as the quivering in your chest. It just made you uncomfortable, and you start to move on your feet.

''I think I should--''

''Can I ride you home--''

Both of you choke in your words, staring at each other with wide eyes, and two pairs of red cheeks. You should say no, and head to your car and never look back, as this better for you. But part of you just want to accept his offer, and let him drive you home. ''I came here with my car,'' you told, but wishing him to find a decent excuse to drive you home.

''Oh. It's okay then. We will see each other again,'' he cocks his head to the side, ''right?'' Hoseok didn't mind looking desperate if he doesn't look like some pervert, it was okay to look desperate. He wanted to talk to you, know you better, and maybe help you...? He didn't know what would you say, but couldn't help but want to spend more time with you.

''Yes. I mean, I'll come here often, so...'' you won't except but you disappointed when he agrees not to drive you that easily. Even though, this was the sensible thing to do. He waved his hand before turning his back and leave you alone, reminding you to take care while walking away.

You waved back, saying 'goodbye' while forcing a smile. When he disappears, you hit your head for acting like some dumbass. Why did you want him to take you home? Who was he to drive you? Were you always this idiot when it's come to a handsome man?

Handsome?

No. This was all hormones talking and thinking. It couldn't be you. You didn't find him handsome. Or cute. No.

Now you are going to your car, and drive it to your house. To your bed and snacks. The bed where you sleep alone, and eating your depression snacks. Yes, sounds like a good plan.

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