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ficsforeren · 3 years ago

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Sequel to Restrained but can be read separately

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: College AU, Smut, Fluff, Romance

Summary: After you edged him multiple times during sex, Eren was only eager to get his revenge on you. He wants to tie you up and wreck you apart until you cry, begging for your release. So when he takes you out to celebrate his birthday together, things won’t turn out as you expected it would be.

Content Warnings: Rough unprotected sex, having sex while being recorded, bondage, creampie, use of sex toys in public, daddy kink, dirty talking, praise kink, humiliation, degradation, tit-fucking, thigh riding, choking, squirting, face-sitting, exhibitionism, having sex while being high on marijuana, cunnilingus, foot job, blow job, praising, deep-throating, spanking, cum play, heavy swearing, alcohol consumption, smoking weed.

Word Count: 10k

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Poster art by the most talented @rainbuniart (follow her on Twitter)

Eren is an angel who kisses like the devil.

He is power and amazing grace all at once with his lips eagerly parting yours, his tongue darting out to steal every bit of your taste, but he pulls away before you get to savor his. He kisses you with his hand holding you firmly by your neck, fingers curling tight enough for you to remember just how hard he fucked you last time, choking you until his name came out in a broken whimper. He kisses you with his hand sliding back to your nape, moving up to twine his fingers harshly against your perfectly styled hair, keeping you in place when you’re about to repay his passion with the same fervor. He kisses you like fire, burns you with desire, and leaves you like smoke, ending it so abruptly that you feel disoriented, shocked by the sudden loss of his zest.

“Hey, baby,” he says, his voice melodious, a seductive symphony that lights your skin on fire. His face still hovers close enough for his breath to caress your lips, making them tingle—craving for something more than just the aftertaste of his kiss.

You blink your eyes slowly, your soul returning to your body once your realization dawns on your face. That kiss—that strangling, breathtaking kiss—was just a form of greeting. A way for him to say hello, and a promise that your lips will never be able to form the word goodbye, only please, I want more, kiss me again and make me yours.

Eren was knocking on your door just a minute ago, standing in the hallway of your dormitory to pick you up on a date. He’d closed the bridge between your bodies in a sultry kiss before neither of you could utter a word.

Although navy blue is his favorite color, he knows well that you love him harder in black and that’s what he’s giving you. Black suit, black button-down shirt, and matching black Oxford shoes that look just as expensive as the watch he places around his wrist. His attire makes his jade green eyes stand out more radiant than usual, his chestnut hair pulled back neatly into a bun with a few baby hairs falling over to his temple. He’s gone all the way at dressing himself up for the occasion as he’s going to be celebrating his birthday with you again after you both became lovers three years ago—ones that exchanged body heat in the backseat of his car, ones that shared giggles between breathless moans, ones that bid farewells with I love you instead of see you soon.

He wears a different perfume today, you notice, making him seem less sweet and boyish, more mature and intoxicating. His scent evokes the natural freshness and vitality of the ocean, fresh and consuming at the same time, and maybe that’s why you can’t seem to break away from your haze.

He may kiss like the devil, but he smiles like an angel—one that’s never sinned, when in reality, he’s fallen from heaven a long time ago, clipping off his own wings to create sins with you. And once that smile alters into a smirk, the magic shatters.

“I don’t mind being stared at like I’m the only man in the world,” he coos, voice dripping with honey and allure. He has one hand propped against the doorframe, and another one trapping your chin, his thumb gliding over the lip-gloss that coats your lips. “Actually, I am, aren’t I, baby? The only man in your world.”

You’re staring at him, dazed eyes glued to the beautiful shape of his mouth, watching the way his lips move but unable to comprehend a single word. His tongue peeks out to wet his lower lip, the yearning in your eyes makes his desire to ravish you burn even stronger. He draws his lip between his teeth as a way to stop himself from sinking into temptation.

“Keep staring at my lips like that,” he whispers, leaning closer until his words are painted directly on the skin below your ear. His velvety voice turns deep, dark as the night. “And I’ll rip this dress off of you and fuck you right here,” he takes your earlobe between his lips, moaning a little mmm before he continues with his words. His fingers curl around your throat, palm pressing against your pulsating vein. “Right now, where everyone can see.”

The thing with Eren is, you’d think he was joking with his words, but if he was given the chance and the permission to do so, he would absolutely do it. He’s the devil after all. To him, there’s nothing more exhilarating than to have people witness just how much you belong to him, how much you are trapped under his spell, how much control he has over you—body, mind, and soul.

Eren doesn’t belong to you.

You belong to him.

Your lover slides his hand from your thigh to the curve of your waist, pushing up the fabric of your dress to reveal enough skin to anyone who passes by. Lucky for you, no one seems to be around at the time. Your roommate Annie isn’t here either, and it’s so tempting to just pull him close and drag him down to your bed but Eren stops you before you can even start.

“But that can wait,” he says, breaking away. “We shouldn’t miss our reservation.”

He has booked a table in a beautiful rooftop restaurant of a five-star hotel, where you can dine together under the night sky, overlooking the skyline while you uncover the secrets of the stars. You’re not sure how he has all the money to pay for it—but then again, his parents are quite wealthy.

A week ago, he left you a bit baffled when he said that he wanted to celebrate his birthday with you—only with you, and no one else. “What about your parents? Or your friends?” you asked him with a frown as you leaned against his side at the backseat of his car, spending time together before your next lecture started. “Don’t you think they’re gonna be upset? They care about you a lot.”

“Is it so bad…” Eren leaned in close to cup your cheeks with both hands, nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours. “For me to want to spend my special night with the person I love the most?”

Your heart thrashed madly but you kept your face still, only allowing yourself to mirror his sweet, juvenile smile. You were beyond elated but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction to tease you for it. “Oh, so you love me the most?”

“Well, actually, Barbara Palvin holds first place but since she’s not available—“

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

You feel honored, overjoyed to have him as your boyfriend, which is why you try your best to be the best girlfriend in return. You’ve worn your fancy, backless dress, styled your hair to look naturally wavy when it took you a whole hour to make it seem that way. Your make-up is much more sensual than usual, making you look both expensive and bold.

By the look of it, Eren wants you just as much as you want him now. The more you act reserved, the harder he’ll chase after you. You can’t help but feel like you want to push him to the limit, just like what you did to him last week. You can still recall how rough he was in bed after you edged him multiple times. You’d do anything to have him fuck you in that way again.

“Okay,” you reply nonchalantly, snatching your purse from the counter. “Shall we go, then?”

“Sure, after you wear this.” Eren hands you over a black gift box with a red bow wrapped around it.

You take it in your hands with your forehead creasing in confusion. “What is it?”

“Your anniversary gift.” Mischief returns in his eyes. “I know our anniversary is not until two weeks from now, but… I got too excited.”

With knitted brows, you open the box, only to find yourself staring wide-eyed at the present.

“Or should I say,” he corrects with a naughty grin, “My anniversary gift.”

***

Eren is a devil in disguise, one that tastes like sinful desire.

He seduces you like one, with the way he places his hand on your exposed thigh as he drives his Ford. His fingers lay securely on the inner side of your thigh, his thumb stroking back and forth on the supple skin while he maintains his eyes on the road. “I love this dress on you,” he praises in a husky voice, eyes glancing at the red thigh-high slit dress you’re wearing. “You’re gorgeous.”

Sure enough, the color compliments your skin. The silky fabric hugs you perfectly in places he wishes he could let his lips wander. The dress comes with strappy back details, showcasing enough skin on your backside for his eyes to feast on. Eren lets his hand linger a little too close to where you want him the most, causing your breath to hitch in your throat when he slides his fingers to the valley between your legs, two digits skimming up and down your clothed heat. He only does it to tease, removing his hand at once when he notices you stiffen at the touch.

“I hope there’s no traffic ahead,” he says, keeping his smile to himself as he rests his hand on his gear instead. “I’m starving.”

You are too, for something else entirely.

He enjoys having these effects on you. And after what you did to him last time, the way you made him plead for your touch and beg for his release, you know just how much you’re affecting him too. Two can play at this game. You can lean over and pull down his zipper with one hand if you want to. You can have his cock coming alive in your mouth as he tries to concentrate on not driving past the red light. But then what? You’re only going to give him the satisfaction of having his power over you, knowing that you’re the first one to give in to temptation. You’re not going to yield just like that. He can tease you all night but if he wants to have his name slip past your lips in a sultry moan, he’s going to have to ask for it.

So, you keep yourself composed and simply mumble back. “Yeah, me too.”

That’s what you’re planning to do for the rest of the night. However, when you both are seated at your table, a male waiter approaches you with a bottle of champagne in his hands, and you know you’re about to lose your game. Because Eren has one thumb on the remote control, a wicked smile on his lips, and a lustful gleam in his eyes.

And he presses the button.

The underwear he’s given you as your—his—anniversary gift, suddenly starts to vibrate. You have expected it coming when you decided to wear it, knowing full well that your boyfriend would use it in public. But you’ve done that before so you came prepared. You knew how to keep your face straight even when you were drowning in pleasure. But right now, it’s different. This new sex toy he bought you—you didn’t expect the vibration to be this… intense.

You’re not sure whether it’s because of that very reason that you feel your body reacting ten times more sensitive than usual, or if it’s because your boyfriend is using a vibrator on you in the middle of a fancy restaurant, right in front of an innocent young man who’s now lighting up the candle on your table.

The garment of your panties is glued perfectly to your skin, making sure that the tiny, curved clitoral stimulator is sitting snugly against your body. No matter how hard you try to stay reticent, your body still jolts when you feel it shake the first time. Your eyes naturally dart to your boyfriend, a scowl forming quickly on your temple once you witness the triumph on his face.

Stop it right now. You speak through your eyes.

Okay, baby. He answers with a wink, but then you feel him switching the intensity, giving you the same sensation his fingers did a few nights ago. You chew on your bottom lip, your glower turning even more menacing. Eren brings his hand to his face, fingers covering his lips as a laugh nearly escapes him.

“How are you feeling tonight, Mr. Jaeger?” The waiter greets with a polite smile as he pours some wine into Eren’s tall glass.

“Never been better,” he answers, never taking his eyes off you. “How are you feeling tonight, baby? You look like you’re… enjoying yourself.”

Fuck you. You answer with your glare but your smile is saccharine sweet. “Of course, baby. This place is beautiful, I love it.”

Your clutch around the menu tightens until your nails turn white. Every time you lock gazes, Eren returns your ice daggers with a flirtatious look. Once the waiter leaves the table to get you your appetizer, you drop the menu book harshly on the table. “Eren—” You’re ready to complain with a growl but you have to refrain yourself at the last second when your boyfriend calls back the waiter.

“Sorry,” he says to the man with freckles on his face, ignoring the part where you try to kick his shin underneath the table. “Can you tell me the name of this wine?”

“Oh, this is Pol Roger Brut, Sir,” the waiter answers, completely oblivious to the way you’re now gripping tightly at your napkin, your fists clenching above your lap.

“Wait, is this the same champagne brand that they chose for Prince William’s wedding?” Your boyfriend asks, feigning curiosity.

“Why, yes, Sir, indeed. They also chose this one to celebrate Prince Harry’s wedding.”

“Huh, interesting.” Eren smiles, so innocently it’s disgusting. “It tastes a little bit like citrus.”

“Yes, Sir. It’s—“ The waiter’s words are interrupted when your body jerks and you accidentally knock your hand against the table. Eren just changed the setting again, this time messing around with its speed. It's getting more intense, sending immense waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. It’s borderline terrifying from how quickly it gets your thighs shaking in thrill. “Is everything all right, Ma’am?” The waiter immediately asks in concern, watching your face turn pasty. He must have been wondering whether you were feeling unwell, when the truth is, you’re just drowning in shame.

You can’t believe you’re about to cum in a family restaurant.

“She’s all right, Marco,” Eren says, reading the nameplate that’s strapped to the man's uniform with the filthiest grin on his lips. “She’s just… loving the wine just as much as I am.” The devil casually leans back on his seat, almost slouching even, as his thumb hovers once again over the remote. He’s tapping random buttons just to watch your face contorts in both pleasure and horror.

You have your fingers clawing against your thighs. “I’m—I’m fine,” you try to showcase a reassuring smile as you squeeze your legs together. The amount of pleasure that washes over you makes it hard for you to find your words but you manage. “Sorry, Marco, is it? Could you please leave us for a moment? We’ll call you again when we’re ready to—”

“What’s the special for today?” Eren smoothly cuts you off, switching the vibration mode and setting it up to maximum speed before he tosses it back inside his pocket. Without a single look of remorse fleeting across his face, he makes a steeple of his fingers, laying both hands on the table as he pretends to be giving Marco his full attention.

“Oh, umm…” Marco still eyes you worriedly before he spins his head toward your boyfriend. “We have Crevettes Sauce Boursin, Sir. It’s shrimp sautéed with sun-dried tomatoes, corn, and leeks in a garlic herb cream sauce.”

“Perfect,” Eren replies. “I’ll have that one. Honey, would you like it as well?”

Fuck. Your toes are curling, your thighs quivering as you feel your orgasm building up fast. “Y-yes.”

Your stutter echoes like music to his ears. Eren watches you with hungry eyes, biting the corner of his lip to stop himself from snickering at the sight. That look on your face, the way you look so humiliated, and yet, so eager to seek release… It turns him on.

Ah shit, his tongue probes against his cheek as his eyes size you up and down. I want to fuck her so bad.

He wonders if you’re dripping wet, drenching that new lingerie with your juices. You have no idea how much he wants to drag you to the nearest bathroom, shoves you inside one of the stalls, and takes you from behind with his fingers buried deep inside your mouth to stop you from making sounds. God, you look so fucking gorgeous tonight. Your make-up, your loose hair, and that fucking dress. He wants to ruin it. He wants to ruin you. Wants to have your lipstick smeared to your cheek and your eyelashes painted by his cum.

But he needs to be patient. Tonight, it’s all about revenge. He’s going to make you beg just like what you forced him to do last week.

“But baby,” Eren coos, batting his long eyelashes. “Didn’t you say you’re allergic to shrimps?”

Stop talking to me, oh my fucking God. A moan almost breaks free when you feel submerged under the stimulation he’s giving you, but you cover it up quickly with a cough. “Excuse me,” you say with a laugh, trying to stand on wobbly legs. “I, umm… I need to fix my…” You can’t even finish the words. You just snatch your purse and leave your table in such haste, it leaves Marco frowning in confusion.

“Sir, are you sure she’s okay?”

“She’s fine,” Eren confirms with his heavenly smile, watching you from behind and biting back his titter when you almost trip over your feet. “She’s just… a bit excited, I guess. It’s my birthday today.”

“Oh, congratulations! So, you’re celebrating tonight?”

He chuckles, eyes darkening with lust. “Not yet.”

***

The second you step into the women’s restroom, you run and lock yourself inside the nearest cubicle. You have one hand strapped against your mouth, your legs squashed together as you feel your orgasm approaching. Your hand finds the door, stopping yourself from falling as you can feel your strength leaving your body. When it comes—the feeling of ecstasy hitting you at once like the storm—a mewl departs from your lips but thankfully, it’s not loud enough to attract attention.

It’s one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had in your life, and you had it in a bathroom of a restaurant where you should spend your time celebrating with champagne and a fucking plate full of Crevettes Sauce Boursin.

“That bitch,” you mutter under your breath once you’ve come down from your high. Removing your underwear with one hand, a grimace replaces the blissful look on your face when you notice just how soaked it is. This is so humiliating but you can’t find the power to stay angry. You can’t deny the fact that Eren, as always, just gave you the pleasure you didn’t know you could experience. And again, you’re not going to give him the joy of having you dance in his palm. Staying upset would just make you look pathetic. You need to level up your game. Snatching the still vibrating sex toy away from your panties, you wear back your lingerie, fix your hair and clothes, and exit the restroom while sporting a nonchalant look.

When you return to your table, you see your boyfriend still slouching on his seat. His smirk is strapped permanently to his face, one hand buried inside the pocket of his slacks, and another one settled on the table. He has the remote control between his fingers, twirling it as if he’s playing with his car keys. “Took you a while,” he comments, clearly amused. “Did you moan my name when you cummed, baby?”

You toss your hair over your shoulder, putting on a facade as you place back your napkin on your lap. “I didn’t,” you reply, your face unreadable. “Because I didn’t cum.”

He snorts. “Liar.”

“Well, I didn’t.” You drag your eyes down from his face to your menu. “I just threw the toy away and fixed my make-up.”

He squints his eyes suspiciously at you, straightening his back. “I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t care.” You stop a female waiter that passes by. “Hi, sorry.” You toss her a sweet smile, blatantly ignoring your boyfriend whose smirk begins to falter little by little. “I’d like to order.” The waiter takes out her notepad, listening intently as you read. “For my starter, I’ll have some mussels cooked in white wine, and for my main course…” You pretend to contemplate your decisions, but your body speaks a different story. Sliding your right foot away from your pump, you stretch your leg far enough to caress his thigh.

Eren jolts when he feels your foot rubbing against his crotch, your toe grazing against his zipper. You can feel him watching you as if he was trying to burn you alive. His jaw tightens as he sits still, trying to ignore the delicious friction you’re giving him.

“Sorry,” you direct your word to the waiter but you keep your eyes on him, lips twitching into a grin that’s just as devilish as the one he displayed earlier. “What’s the special for today again?”

You continue to rub him underneath the table as you listen to her answer. It doesn’t even take him thirty seconds before you can feel his length starting to take form, straining against the fabric of his pants. Your smile is everlastingly sweet, even when you can feel Eren’s heavy gaze on your face. “Oh yes, that’s right, Crevettes Sauce Boursin,” you repeat her reply, pressing your foot against him a little harder than intended. Eren’s body lurches forward from the sudden pressure, his knees almost bumping against the table.

That hurts, you bitch, his eyes seem to say and you almost laugh. “I think I would like to have Saumon Fumé instead.”

“Excellent choice, Ma’am. Would you like anything else? For dessert, maybe?”

You turn to face him, your lips pursing as you try to hold back your grin. “I don’t know. Would you like anything else, honey?” You mimic the way he called you earlier, even the mockery in his tone.

“No, I’m fine.” His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. His hand finds your ankle, gripping it tightly when you’re applying dangerous strokes against his bulge. “I already have something else planned for dessert.”

“Oh, you do?” Your tongue peeks out to wet your lip before you bite the corner of your lip, knowing how it drives him insane. “And what is that?”

“You’ll just have to wait to find out, honey.” Eren turns to the waiter, the corners of his mouth quirking up. “That will be all, thank you.”

The second the waiter takes her leave, he drops his angelic smile and smacks your foot away. “You almost crushed my balls!” He hisses, eyebrows furrowing in anger but you only cackle in return.

You can play this game all night long.

***

All jokes and teasing aside, feelings are running rampant, sexual tension is thick, and you both are struggling to let go of control. You’ve been stealing glances, your heart runs a little bit faster whenever your gaze meets his. Despite his earlier behavior, the devil has returned to his angelic side once you’ve both finished with your dinner.

Eren, as observant as ever, notices how you shiver slightly from the cold. He rises from his seat, shucks off his suit, and covers your shoulders with it. Subtle things like this don’t happen often. It makes your cheeks warm, your expression seeming a little too bashful when you thank him for it.

“Seems like somebody is getting shy,” he says, rolling up his sleeves to showcase his veiny arms.

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

You chat over a glass of wine, with his eyes occasionally darting down to your lips as you speak, just for a split second before he returns them to yours. Moments fly by so fast that by the time you check on your phone, an hour has passed by just with you exchanging conversations.

There’s live music playing in the background—a soft jazz rendition of Frank Sinatra’s Fly Me to The Moon. Eren grabs you by the hand, brushing his lips against your knuckles before he asks, “Will you dance with me?”

Your mouth tweaks in a coy smile. “I can’t believe you’re playing Prince Charming after what you did to me an hour ago.”

When a peal of his laughter resonates in your ear, you’re reminded of the reason why you fell for him so fast. “Would you rather have me go back to playing the devil?” He intertwines your hands together once you’ve placed his suit on your seat, leading you down to the dance floor. “I mean I can just fuck you right here.”

“Mmm, very tempting.” You land a hand on his shoulder as he settles his on the dip of your waist, your other hand tangled around his. “I think I’ll just settle for a kiss for now.”

“Well, since my queen requested it.” He kisses you softly on the lips, where he can feel your lips forming into a graceful smile just as much as you can feel his. It ends with him placing a playful peck on the tip of your nose before he widens the gap.

Eren sways his body from side to side, matching his steps to the slow beat of the song, and you follow his lead effortlessly. It’s almost magical, the atmosphere you’re in, slow dancing to a classic love song underneath the starry night sky. There’s amber in his viridian eyes, reflecting the lights of lanterns that illuminate the place. He’s ethereal, every part of him is, especially when he gazes at you with affection in his eyes.

“I don’t mind being stared at like I’m the only woman in the world,” you echo his words back to him.

“You are the only woman in my world,” he says, his gaze turning tender. “Thank you for going out with me tonight. I know you’ve been busy these days.”

It’s not a trick. You can witness the sincerity in his words. “Eren, it’s your birthday. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you mirror his smile. “Thank you for taking me here. This place is beautiful. I can’t believe you remember when I said I wanted to go here.”

“Oh, you said that? I didn’t know.”

You share giggles, already accustomed to his sense of humor. Once your laughter has dissipated, Eren leans in, close enough for the baby hairs on his temple to brush against your fringe. “I love you,” he whispers, closing his eyes as he presses your foreheads together. “Thank you for being in my life.”

“I love you too, Ren.” Happiness dances through your thoughts, causing your stomach to somersault in delight. “Happy birthday.” And when he kisses you again, delicate lips meeting softer ones, you wish time could stop for a moment. But even dreams have to stop eventually, and just like waking up from your sleep, you find it hard for your eyes to focus on him when he ends the kiss.

“I have a present for you,” you whisper, keeping your lips close to his as you speak. “It’s custom made and it took me a week to get it done so I’m a little bit late but I think it should be delivered to your apartment by tomorrow morning.”

“Oh?” He kisses you again, slowly, unable to withstand the temptation. “Can you tell me what it is?”

“It’s a surprise.” You pull away from him, widening the space between you. Any longer than that, and you won’t be able to stop kissing him.

“No, you can’t keep me wondering all night,” he whines before he displays his best puppy eyes. “Tell me about it, please? If you tell me yours, I’ll tell you the other surprise I have planned for us.”

“You have another surprise for me?”

“Mm-hmm. So, how is it gonna be?”

You’re tempted to keep him guessing because that naughty smirk on his lips looks so sexy on him. “Fine,” you sigh. “I made you some coupons.”

“Coupons?”

“Yeah.” For some reason, you can feel your cheeks burning up. “They’re, uhh… Use-me-as-you-please coupons.”

“What?”

“Don’t laugh at me but—” Now that you have to explain it out loud, you realize just how stupid this whole idea is. It was dumb of you to trust love advice coming from a stranger on the internet. “Since you can basically buy anything you want, I’m trying to give you something that only I can give you. So I made you some coupons that you can use on me. You can get, like, a free massage or ask me to cook you a special dinner or something. Some of them are blank too so you can fill them out however… you… want.” Your voice dies when you see his eyes glint in mischief, his crooked teeth peeking out behind his lips.

“However I want?” he repeats, his eyes shifting down to your lips again. He traps your chin between his fingers, pulling them down so you have no choice but to part your lips. He bites his lip as he catches sight of your tongue, wondering how it would look with his semen pooling inside your mouth. “You sure about that, Sweetheart?”

You can see the diabolical plans he has running through his mind right now, every bit of it is sexual, you’re sure of it. When he sees you nodding, he grins. “Well, I gotta do some research then.”

“What research?”

“Just, you know…” He slides one hand down your back, casually caressing your behind before he moves it back to your hip. “The things I want to do to you in bed.” He closes in on you, whispering into your ear. “You better start coming up with a safe word, baby, ‘cause I won’t stop no matter what you do. You want Daddy to take control, don’t you, baby girl?”

The fact that he can talk like this while still slow-dancing with you in the ballroom is beyond you. He chuckles, saying, “You’re so cute,” before he backs away. Right before the song ends, Eren gives you a sudden twirl that ends up with you almost losing your balance. He catches you in his arms, beaming at you like a child. “Swept you off your feet, didn’t I?” You slap him playfully on the chest in response, earning you a few deep chuckles from him.

“Now, here’s your surprise.” Releasing your body, he slides his hand inside the pocket of his pants, snatching a card and holding it right before your eyes. It’s a key to your suite, one that he has booked at the same hotel for the night. “Will you spend the night with me?” His smile is a bit too sheepish that it feels almost out of character.

“I’d love to, Ren.”

***

It’s only natural for you to expect your lover to push you against the wall once you enter your room but, to your dismay, he doesn’t lay a hand on you. He doesn’t even seem to be interested in doing so, which ultimately, leaves you perplexed. Eren simply unlocks the door, pushes it open, and waits for you to step inside. Closing the door behind you, he follows after your trail without a word.

“I’m going to take a shower,” you say as you let his suit slide down your shoulders, turning around to show him the knot that ties your dress together behind your back. “Can you untie the strap for me, please?” Of course, you could do it yourself, but you’re trying to give him signs that you want his hands on you.

Unfortunately for you, Eren doesn’t take the bait. He just hums in response, retrieves his suit from your hands, and lets it drape over one arm as he unfastens the strap that sits low on your backside. You can feel his fingers lingering a few seconds too long on the dip of your spine, hoping that he’ll let his hand wander just a little bit lower to cup your behind with his large palms. But Eren only says, “Done,” and walks away.

Damn it, you click your tongue in vexation. You remove your heels, intentionally taking your time to make it more obvious that you’re giving him an invitation to chase after you. Eren doesn’t even bother to look. He only plops himself down on the sofa, resting both legs on the large coffee table before him, and retrieves a plastic bag from his pocket. It’s filled with a few pre-rolled joints, you notice. He snatches one, settling it between his fingers as he rummages around for his lighter.

“I can’t believe you brought those.”

“Jean bought too much so he gave me some,” Eren answers, places the blunt between his lips, and lights it up. He takes a drag, tossing his head back as he paints clouds of smoke in the air. “Ah, fuck, that feels good,” he moans, smiling to himself. “Babe, can you turn off the lights? It’s too bright here.”

Great, now he’s completely distracted. With a defeated sigh, you do as he says. The second you switch off the lights, your chagrin leaves you at once. You’re awe-struck, impressed at the scenery that spreads widely on the other side of your window. Your room is located on the thirtieth floor and the city lays out like a carpet made of diamonds underneath. The windows don't just go from floor to ceiling–they are the walls. Sure, the translucent glass can make some people feel too exposed, but at the moment, you don’t mind. You’re just too captivated by the gorgeous cityscape to care about anything else.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Eren’s voice chimes in, his joint resting idly between his fingers. “My brother, Zeke, got married in this hotel and he rented out the entire floor for our family to stay. So I spent a night here and I was mesmerized by this view.” He brings the ashtray to his lap, tapping the ashes off his spliff as his smile turns bashful. “I, uh… I thought you’d like it too so I brought you here.”

That wasn’t… something you’d expected to hear, not from the devil himself. Eren has been acting sweet and thoughtful all night, his words tugging on your heartstrings. Maybe this is the reason why he’s not touching me just yet, you ponder. He wants to make it… romantic.

On a different occasion, you would’ve shuddered at the thought. Eren Jaeger and the word romantic don’t seem to belong in the same sentence. But right now, contentment warms you from within and you take a few strides toward his spot until you’re looming above him from behind the couch. Eren lifts his face in your presence, gazing at you with his skull resting on the couch.

“Thank you,” you say, lowering your head to close the gap. You can taste the earthy scent of marijuana on his lips as you kiss him upside down, moving your lips languidly against his before you deepen the kiss. Eren breathes heavily through his nose when your tongue slithers inside his mouth, his left hand going up to your face to slip his fingers between your strands. It’s sensual, the way you kiss him, one that will leave him unsatisfied once it ends. He robs a moan from your throat when he parts your lips wider, your mouth clasped against one another perfectly that you wish you could stay like this forever.

You try to get him under your spell but once the kiss ends, it’s you who’s left hypnotized. “Aren’t you going to take a shower?” He asks in a whisper, his fingers skating over your glistening lips.

“Yeah…” You’re so tempted to lean down again, tasting the flavor of his mouth once more. His lips—no, his entire being to you is like a drug, addicting, leaving you delirious when you can’t have him the way you want to. Funny how you’ve slept with him so many times and here you are, wanting him like a forty-year-old virgin dying for a touch. But maybe it’s exactly because you’ve embraced him that you start to want him more. Your body already knows how good he can make you feel, and it’s telling you—begging you—to stop playing hard to get and surrender yourself to him.

“Go then,” Eren says with a faint smirk, faster than you can make up your decision. “I’m still gonna smoke for a little bit. I’ll join you later.”

Never have you ever felt so disappointed in your life. He might as well just say that he’d been cheating on you for three years and it would probably feel the same.

“Okay,” you state out a little too coldly. You walk away from him, shucking off your dress with the biggest scowl on your face. You make your way to the bathroom, throwing your clothes without a care, and drenching yourself under a stream of hot water to calm yourself down. Eren doesn’t follow you with his eyes, but if he had noticed your expression, you know he would’ve laughed. And he is laughing, though you’re no longer in the room to witness it. You think he was trying to be romantic? No. He just wants you to beg. Which is why he isn’t going to join you, despite his promise. But it’s okay. You already know he won’t.

But damn it, you want him. You want him so bad that as soon as you've finished taking a shower, you wrap a bathrobe around your nude body and dry your hair as fast as you can. You redo your makeup, keeping it light but applying the boldest shade of red on your lips to make them look more inviting. Satisfied with your look, you march your way back to the bedroom.

Eren is still lounging on the couch, barefooted as he lights up his second spliff for the night. It’s only been around fifteen minutes since he began to smoke. The drug has entered his bloodstream but it will still take another fifteen minutes more to peak. Even so, his posture is relaxed, his eyes turning half-lidded as he stares vacantly at the city lights. Eren doesn’t get high easily, as he does this often, but you can see a hint of euphoria shimmering in his eyes.

He notices you walking toward him but he doesn’t say a word. It’s only until you’re sitting on his lap, your legs pressed together on one side, that a smile graces his lips. “Hey,” he greets, drawling out his words, “That was fast. I thought you were going to draw yourself a bath—”

“Eren,” you cut him off, turning your body to the side so you can face him properly. He watches the way your eyes fall to his lips, the tip of your nose nearly brushing against his. Kiss me, you want to say the words, but you decide to let your body speak for you instead.

You kiss him with a surprising, sudden force, your mouth opening his, not asking, demanding. You can taste the combination of burnt weed, smoke, and paper in his mouth and Eren blindly places down his cigarette on the ashtray and removes it to the side table so he can use both hands to knead on your skin. For a moment, he allows himself to be swallowed by your passion, your limbs tangled around one another with a sense of urgency. His hand finds your face, cupping your cheek as he forces you to give him your tongue. His other one roams down your body, unfastening the knot around your waist and letting your bathrobe slide off your shoulders.

Eren’s deep chuckles reverberate from his chest. “So impatient,” he mocks against your neck, tongue darting out to taste a hint of the jasmine soap you lathered on your skin ten minutes ago.

Annoyed by his attitude, you press one hand against the front of his throat, pushing him back down until he has his spine plastered against the couch. “You act like you’re not interested,” you taunt him back, one hand holding him by the neck while your other one slides down to cup him over his trousers. You can feel his tent forming underneath your palm. “But you’re honest down here, Mr. Jaeger.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t interested.” Eren tilts up his chin, smirking arrogantly. He exhales heavily with a deep mmm when he feels your fingers choking him a little harder. “You’re threatening me, Sweetheart?”

“No, of course not,” you croon in return, your sinful grin matches his. “I’m just letting you know that we’re both too old to play this game. How about I ride you instead?”

He didn’t expect you to bluntly say the words but it comes as a nice surprise. “You want to ride me?” Without warning, Eren lifts your body with his hands holding you firmly by your waist. He settles you back down on his lap with his right thigh trapped between your legs this time. “Go on, then.”

The mischief in your eyes vanishes without a trace. “I was talking about riding your tiny dick, genius.”

“You’ll get to do it when I allow you to do it.” He pats your cheek, and you swat his hand away with a baleful glare. “I’m sure my thigh is enough for you right now. Think of it like you’re giving me a lap dance. Seduce me, baby. Turn me on. Make me beg for that tight little pussy of yours like last time.”

God, this asshole, you bite back your anger. “Fine, then.” You lean forward to kiss him, your teeth harshly nibbling on his lower lip as your fingers threaten to crush his windpipes. When you release him, his lips are bruised, red but not from your lipstick.

The material of his pants feels silky smooth against your heat, a stark contrast to how harsh his teeth are grinding against the spot that connects your neck to your shoulder. Your instinct takes over you, and you abandon all control. Desperate for friction, you start to roll your hips forward, feeling the graze of his fabric against your bare cunt.

Still keeping your hand on his throat, you grind yourself on his thigh again, reminding him just how good you’re going to ride his cock later on. You use your free hand to reach over to the side, snatching his neglected joint from the ashtray. Bringing the roll up to your lips, you take a long huff before you draw it away. You remove your hand from his neck, trap his chin between your fingers and drag it down, blowing the remaining smoke into his mouth. Eren loves how audacious you’re being, your wetness leaving stains on his fabric, your bathrobe sliding down your body low enough to have your breasts exposed but your stomach concealed.

“Like what you’re seeing?” You ask with a thick layer of seduction misting your enchanting eyes.

“Of course.” He reciprocates with a smirk. “My baby girl is a fucking goddess. Can’t wait to ruin that pretty face later.”

“If you can.” You take another drag before you place the joint back on the ashtray. You face the ceiling, releasing smoke in the air while giving him the sight of your exposed neck. It takes him everything not to latch his mouth against the column of your throat and sketch bruises on your skin.

He tries to distract himself by hooking his fingers around your necklace and tugging you down to slant your lips together. The kiss quickly turns deep, with him sucking on your tongue and you taking a fistful of his hair. You unfasten his hair tie, carding your fingers through his loose strands, wanting to make him growl in pain from how hard you’re tugging on his roots.

Your plan fails miserably, however, because Eren is laughing.

You pull away with a frown. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just…” His laughter is reduced to titters. “What is up with you and my hair? I thought you liked my bun.”

“I do like your bun. But now that it’s longer, I love you better with your hair down.”

“Wrong,” he scoffs. “You should love me just as hard no matter how I look.”

“I love you the most when you keep your mouth shut, how about that?”

He snorts, shaking his head in amusement. His little “Rude,” turns quickly into a gasp when you kiss him ferociously again, successfully making him groan this time from how hard you’re yanking on his hair.

“I do love whatever hairstyle you’re sporting though,” you speak out in a sigh as Eren dives down to suck bruises on your neck. Your hips are moving on their own, riding his thigh like it’s the only thing you know how. “Except if you’re bald then maybe we need to have a long, thorough—ah, yes, right there—discussion.” You place his hand on your breast, guiding him to squeeze you tightly by keeping your palm pressed against his knuckles.

“You know when I love you the most?” He murmurs against your skin, a moment before he clamps his mouth around your hardening nipple. “When you walk into your class with your panties drenched and my cum buried inside you.”

“You and your breeding kink—ah—” You moan at the sensation of him sucking hard on your bud. You tighten your hold around his strands, guiding his face closer to you. “Eren, fuck me,” you breathe out, eyes closed, body melting underneath his hands. “Fuck me before I change my mind.” He was this close to succumbing to your wish, but that last taunt causes his haughty smirk to grow back. He stops doing everything at once, leaving you mewling in protest, your nails almost sinking into his chest. “Why are you stopping? I’m telling you to fuck me.”

Eren leans in to whisper in your ear. “Well, I’m telling you that I’m not some slave you can order around,” he says, his voice sounding perilous. “Get down on your knees.”

It’s not a request, it’s an order and you find yourself yielding to his words. You can fight him back and in other circumstances, you might do it. But you’re so damn tired of playing his game. He’s been teasing you all night and if he wants to pay you back for what you did to him last time by making you his sex doll for the night, making you cum over and over again until you’re sobbing out his name—is that really so bad?

No, it isn’t. It’s not bad at all.

So there you go, on your knees, your bathrobe completely discarded on the floor with his pants and boxer briefs following not long after. You let him keep his shirt on, only unbuttoning completely so you can marvel at the ridges of his abdomens whenever you want to. You curl your fingers around his shaft, stroking him to his full length. Within seconds, he’s hard and heavy in your hand, twitching slightly whenever you run your thumb over his slit. His pre-cum stains your pad and there’s this urge within you to steal a taste, but Eren, grabbing back the spliff from the side table, says, “Don’t use your mouth.” He brings his blunt closer to his lips. “I want to fuck those tits.”

“I can’t even get a taste?” The naughty twinkle in your eyes is so obscene, he wishes he could take a picture of you right here, right now, with his cock pressed against your cheek, your hand stroking his thigh, your eyes misted with lust as you yearn to have his taste in your mouth.

“Don’t worry.” He takes a drag and exhales once before he answers. “I’ll be sure to fuck your mouth later on that by the time I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to speak.”

You hum in content as you grant a kiss on his tip, your crooked teeth showing behind an impish grin. “Promise?”

“Promise.” He leans back on the couch, smiling derisively at you. “So be a good fucking slut that you are and do what Daddy says.”

He’s called you names before in bed, sure, but never with that word. Eren is always more fond of praising instead of degrading you in bed, which is why when it happens, it lights your skin on fire. His submissive side is adorable, but when he’s dominating you and looking at you like you’re a low-life who’s not worth a sliver of his attention?

Fuck, I’m so turned on.

Tucking your damp hair behind your ear, you lean forward and catch his cock between the valley of your breasts. You squeeze your mounds together, moving your body up and down. “Spit on it,” he says, and you let your saliva pool in your mouth before you let it dribble onto his cock. Eren watches the way his throbbing member slides easily against your chest, still with his blunt resting between his fingers, occasionally taking a puff every now and then. His expression doesn’t say much, to the point that you start to worry whether you’re doing this wrong. Desperate to get a reaction out of him, you tuck your chin and wrap your lips around his tip.

“Getting desperate now, aren’t you, baby?” Eren starts to chuckle lightly between his words as the effect of his cannabis begins to kick in. “I thought I told you not to use your mouth.”

You taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, gliding your tongue across your bottom lip. “I just want to see how long you can keep your face like that before I make you cum.”

He snorts but you can see the muscles in his stomach tightening at the stimulation you’re giving him. His hips start to move on their own, rubbing himself against your chest, loving the way you moan around his mushroom head. “Dart out your tongue,” he states and you do as he says. He bucks his hips harder, making sure that his tip rubs against your tongue whenever he thrusts upward.

You giggle. “Getting desperate now, aren’t you, Daddy?” Without his permission, you’re climbing back onto his lap. You stand on your knees, trapping his thighs between your legs before you grab a hold of his cock and rub his tips against your pussy lips. “Why don’t we just cut to the chase and get this pretty dick inside me?”

He smacks his palm against your ass, morphing your giggle into a surprised squeal. “Let me taste that fucking cunt first.”

As he slouches down on his seat, you rise until you have your knees pressed against the backrest, your heat hovering right before his face. Eren grabs both of your ass cheeks, grasping them tight and spreading them wide apart as he guides you closer to him. A satisfied sigh departs from your lips when you feel his mouth clamping hotly against your wetness, tongue circling your clit before it slides up and down your folds. You want more, want to have his slick muscle probing against your entrance so you widen your legs, your fingers moving to his head, pulling him away by his hair. He groans, looking up at you with a scowl.

“Lean your head back, Daddy,” you tell him with lust residing heavily in your eyes. “Want to ride your face this time.”

Eren snorts. “Needy little slut,” he comments, but he angles his face upward, permitting you. He relaxes his jaw, tongue darting out so you can make use of it as you please. You rub yourself harder against his face, body shivering a little when you feel the tip of his nose grazing against your clit. This position makes you feel so exposed but instead of making you feel flustered, you just feel more aroused.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” You tease him, biting the corner of your lip to stop yourself from simpering. “Like the way I taste?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Eren smacks your behind again, growling against your skin as he hungrily laps up your juices. Oh, the thrills of being ravished by him like this—you will never get tired of it. He’s so good with his tongue, so talented at making your clit swell, but it’s not enough. It won’t be enough until you have his cock pulsating inside you. “Ah, Eren, I want you.”

He pulls away, spitting onto your cunt once before he runs his fingers along your folds. “Want me to fuck you?” He pushes your thigh to the side, spreading your legs as wide as he can and slipping two fingers inside at the same time.

You squirm in discomfort, the friction burns. Sometimes you wish he could be a bit gentler, but it seems like you’re both past your limit tonight. “Yes, please.”

He drives away his hand, his fingers coated with your slick all the way down to his knuckles. With a sudden pull, Eren forces you down to sit on his lap again. His hand finds your throat, holding you down like a prisoner while he pushes his fingers against your lips. You part them open, lapping on your taste and running your tongue along his pads.

Eren watches with dark eyes, his voice turns gravelly when he speaks. “Promise you’ll be good this time?”

You nod, sucking on his thumb. “I’ll be whatever you want.”

“Bad girls will get punished.”

“I promise I’ll be good, Daddy.”

“All right. Grab my belt for me.” He nudges his head toward his discarded pants on the floor. Your heart jerks violently at the anticipation. He’s going to… tie me up again?

“What, scared?” Eren sneers, reading your expression. “I won’t hurt you this time, baby. I’ll be gentle.”

You almost laugh. You both know that he’s anything but gentle when it comes to sex, even during your first time. “As if you can.” You jump down off his lap, kneeling on the floor as you snatch his belt out of the loops. “Here.”

Eren returns to his feet, towering tall above you with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He takes the belt away, staring down at you condescendingly. “Hands in the air.”

You comply without a word, raising both hands above your head. “Wish I had worn a tie tonight,” he tells you as he unclasps his belt, “Would’ve wrapped it around your neck so I can pull you around and treat you like a fucking bitch that you are.”

You swallow hard. There’s no mercy in his eyes as he means his every word. He binds your wrists together with his belt, wrapping it tightly so that you can feel its leather digging torturously into your skin. Your face contorts slightly in pain and you know he notices it because he’s smirking in satisfaction, enjoying how pathetic you look. “So much for being gentle,” you mutter.

“What’s pleasure without a little pain?” He asks back with a coquettish smile. “On your feet.”

Releasing a harsh breath, you stand up, facing him with a little glower breaking on your face. “I suppose this is your revenge for last time?”

“Maybe. Turn around.” His tone is always light, playful, and you know that he’s having fun just as much as you were back then.

Your body is now facing the rectangular coffee table that stands just as tall as your knees, its size large enough for your whole body to lie down on it. Each frame is crafted of forged wrought iron with a thick, tempered glass being used as its tabletop. It’s transparent, crystal clear to the point that you can see the fibers of the polypropylene rug that lays underneath it.

“Relax, baby.” You can feel Eren’s hot breath caressing your shoulder when he leans close to gather your strands in one hand. He has snatched back his abandoned hair tie from the couch, tying your hair up in a messy ponytail. “As much as I love seeing you with your hair down, I don’t want it to get in the way.” He throws back the words you said when you did the same thing to him during the time you restrained him in bed. “Besides,” he yanks harshly on your hair, leaving you with no choice but to face the ceiling with your face contorted in pain. His lips move against your ear. “I can hold you like this when I fuck you.”

God. It’s been a while since he goes all-out with his dominant side, and you can feel your body trembling in excitement. You love it when he’s like this. Love it so much that maybe you should stop acting so tough and just indulge him for the rest of the night, letting him do whatever he wants with you.

Yeah, I should do that.

“One foot on the table,” he says and you oblige, maintaining your balance with one foot on the carpeted floor and another one pressed flat against the tabletop. Eren stands behind you, jams two of his fingers into your mouth without warning, and chokes you with them. “Come on, make them wet.” He makes sure they’re coated with your saliva before he drags them away, moving them down to rub the aching spot between your legs.

Your breath catches in your throat. Eren doesn’t waste any time, plunging his fingers deep inside you and stretching you out without waiting for you to adjust. There’s pain at first then pleasure next, and it’s so intense, you’re beginning to worry. If you cum too fast, he’s definitely going to ridicule you about it.

You bite your lip to stifle down a moan, your legs almost closing around his hand from how fast he’s pumping his fingers inside you.

“Now, now,” he purrs right beside your ear. He has his chest pressed flat against your spine, one hand fucking you and another one taking possession of your breast. “Keep those legs open, baby. I want to see you dripping your cum all over the table.”

He sounds so sexy in your ears, sultrier, and more dangerous than ever. The little growl he lets out when you don’t obey him right away, the impatient snarl, and his overall low pitch voice that reeks masculinity—every breath he lets out sends goosebumps breaking all over your skin.

Eren crooks his fingers towards your belly button, easily finding your sweet spot that makes your body jolt in reaction. “So cute,” he laughs lightly. He adds a firm pressure, his fingers swaying in a come hither motion that makes you feel like you’re standing at the edge of the cliff, about to fall fast and hard. “Don’t hold back,” he urges you, planting a wet kiss on the sensitive skin underneath your ear. “Squirt for me, baby. Cum on my fingers and I’ll fuck you real nice with my cock. You can’t wait, can you?”

His scandalous words like honey to your ears, his sensual touches like fire to your soul. He’s applying more force, pumping his fingers faster and your entire existence is suddenly concentrated upon a blissful feeling forming at your center. “Do it,” he urges, moaning lowly with his teeth grinding against your earlobe. “Fucking cum for me, baby.” There’s a burst of pleasure erupting from the bottom of your stomach and you feel something drenching your thighs. With his fingers still thrusting in and out of you mercilessly, fat droplets of your cum stain the glass, and you watch in shame, mortified by the sight.

“Oh, shit,” he laughs mockingly, “Look at you, baby, dripping all over the table. Does it feel good? Hmm? Squirting on my fingers like that?”

He’s playing with your clit now, holding you in place and snickering when you almost lose your balance, too weak to stand from the intensity of your orgasm. “Can’t stand?” He scoffs. “Tsk. What am I going to do with you.”

Eren pushes you down to the table, telling you to lie on your back. “Spread your legs. Let me see it.” With your chest still heaving up and down violently, trying to catch some air back into your lungs, you rest your tied hands on your stomach and hoist up your legs, giving him a clear view of your cunt. He can see your entrance twitching and clenching around nothing, soaked with a little bit of creamy white cum dribbling down to the crease of your ass. “Beautiful,” Eren praises, pushing back your cum into your hole and sliding his fingers in and out of you again, overstimulating you. “The way this tight little hole is sucking on my fingers—Seems like it’s missing my dick, Sweetheart.”

“Ah, wait—” Your body convulses with the aftershocks of your ecstasy. “Eren, I’m still—”

“What, gonna cum again?”

You can’t tell—everything just feels so fucking good, it’s insane. There’s a little spurt coming out of you, barely noticeable but Eren can feel it soaking him down to his wrist. “Fuck, baby, that’s so fucking hot,” he sighs, taking out his fingers and shoving them inside his mouth. “Mmm,” he moans as he savors your taste, his cheeks hollowing around his fingers. You watch him with blood pooling on your face, leaving you dizzy. “Next time,” he pauses, his fingers finding your clit again, but he rubs his pads lazily this time, just teasing you. Even then, your body still shudders, sensitive from your release. “I want you to squirt on my face so I can taste you,” he leans forward, chest meeting chest, his lips an inch away from yours when he growls. “Every bit of you.”

There’s an emptiness in the center of you and you relish the thought of him filling you deep. “Eren,” his name is whispered like a prayer. “I want you in me.”

“Yeah?” He settles himself between your legs, pushing in just the tip to make you mewl. “Like that, baby?” He’s not even using his hands, his cock standing hard enough to slide on its own. He has both palms placed on your thighs, pushing them forward. “You’re so wet I can just easily slide in. Been thinking about this since dinner, haven’t you?” He drives his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. "You're taking my cock like it's made for you. Such a tight little cunt, I want to fucking ruin it." But despite his words, he pulls away completely, leaving you empty.

“Eren!” You throw your head back on the table, frustrated. “Stop fucking around and just—”

He grabs a hold of your jaw, stopping you mid-sentence. “I can do whatever the fuck I want to do to you,” he speaks through gritted teeth. The sudden drop of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. “I’ll fuck you when I want to, and you can cum only when I tell you to. So keep your mouth shut and do as I say.” His striking emerald eyes are peering deep into yours, leaving you immobile. You can only feel like you can breathe again when a sweet smile breaks on his lips. “You can do that, can’t you, baby?”

He’s mirroring your actions, giving you the same experience of what you did to him last week and you realized, oh, so this is how he felt at that time. He inflicts fear and excitement at the same time, making your blood boil from a sensation that you’re not sure how to explain. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good,” he vocalizes amorously. Eren goes down to his knees, his head located right between your legs, his hand caressing your thigh. “You know I only aim to please you, right?” He calms you down with delicate strokes, before suddenly, he slaps his hand against your heat, seizing a surprise gasp out of your mouth. He soothes the pain by spitting onto your clit, lowering his head to suckle on it, his tongue drawing obscene sketches on your nub. He probes his muscle against your hole, tasting you thoroughly. “God, you taste so fucking sweet. Can’t wait to have you ride my tongue again after I fill you up with my cum.” He pulls away, going back to his feet as he lets his shirt fall off to the floor. “Fuck yourself with your fingers for me.”

You’re his marionette for the night and you don’t put up a fight. You bring your fingers to your center, massaging your folds before you slide your fingers between them. Eren circles around, standing on the opposite of the table. He bends down to reward you with his lips brushing sweetly against yours, kissing you upside down with his fingers toying lightly with your nipple.

“Daddy, please,” you plead. “Fuck me. Haven’t I been good?”

That pitiful whine of yours feeds his ego so well. “You want me to fuck you with my cock, baby?” He sweetly asks. “You better warm me up then.” He pulls your body forward until you have your head dangling over the edge of the table. “Open your mouth. Keep your fingers inside that cunt.”

You part your lips and he pushes himself inside, driving himself until your mouth covers everything up to the base. You choke on it, breathing heavily through your nose but Eren doesn’t move, not yet. He lets his cock sit heavily inside your mouth as he snatches the plastic bag and his lighter from the table. He takes another joint, places it between his lips as he lights up the other end. He inhales, taking a deep breath and proceeding to blow out a cloud of smoke. He giggles, lost in a state of euphoria. His hips begin to move, slowly but steadily.

Tucking his blunt between his teeth, he steals his phone back from the table this time. “We should commemorate this,” he says, slurring his words. “It’s my birthday after all.”

With one hand holding his joint and another one holding his phone, Eren aims the camera downward to get a clear shot of your throat constricting around his cock as he thrusts into your mouth. “Too bad I can’t get your pretty face on camera but I can literally see how far my dick goes inside you,” he snickers, pushing himself further inside until both his length and his testicles are blocking your airways. “Watch your teeth.”

“Mmph!” You’re gagging, crying with stinging tears quickly forming in your eyes.

“That’s right.” Eren chuckles again, “Take that fucking dick, baby girl. Been waiting all night for it, haven’t you?” He pulls away just to push himself in, doing it a few more times as he shifts his camera to record the rest of your body. Your bouncing breasts, your strapped up hands, your fingers playing with your clit. “Goddamn,” he murmurs to himself. “This is the sexiest you’ve ever been, baby, you should be proud.”

With the feeling of THC running through his bloodstream and the sensation of your hot mouth shrouding his length, Eren feels like he’s about to lose himself over the edge. “Your mouth feels so good. Such a good girl,” he praises breathlessly, driving his hips forward and emphasizing each word with his thrust. “Such a good. fucking. girl.”

You can’t hold it anymore, it’s too much. When he feels you gagging around him, Eren breaks away. He lets his cock slide out of your mouth with thick ropes of saliva connecting your skin to his, still recording your face as he watches you gasp frantically. You turn around to your stomach, propping yourself on your elbows, coughing with tears lining down your cheeks.

“Look at the camera, baby.” And you do, looking all fucked out with your lipstick smeared to your cheeks, your face ruined with saliva, hazy eyes trying to find his gleaming ones. “The prettiest girl in the world,” he says with a satisfied smirk, a moment before he stops recording. “Wonder what your daddy's gonna think of you if he sees you like this. Does he know his daughter calls me daddy too?”

“You’re crazy,” you tell him, coughing once.

“Only for you, baby.”

He tosses back his phone to the couch, telling you to position yourself on all fours on the table. At this point, none of you cares if it breaks underneath your weight. Eren’s head is in the clouds, and your mind is fogged by the desire of having him inside you.

He positions himself behind you, plunging his length inside you in a slow, lazy manner. He keeps you still, lips curving up in a smug smile when he sees you pushing back your hips, eager to have his cock hitting your deepest spot. “Yeah, bounce on it,” he says, smacking your ass hard enough to leave his handprint on your skin. “Fucking bounce on my cock just like that, baby.”

You keep it going, moving back and forth just to feel him rubbing against your walls. Tugging on your ponytail, Eren takes another drag, inhaling as deep as he can before he leans forward and forces you to turn your head to the side. He blows smoke into your mouth and you suck every bit of it, slightly whimpering when he meshes your lips together. His tongue massages yours, letting you taste a hint of lemongrass that resides in his mouth.

He places the spliff between your lips this time and you inhale around it, coughing lightly when it burns your throat. Eren smiles, kissing your jaw once before he crushes the blunt against the table, putting it out for good. Bringing his hand to your throat, he pulls you up until you’re standing on your knees, your forearms pressed against your chest. His other hand slithers around your waist, filling the dip of your spine with his chest. “High sex is the best sex, right, baby?”

You answer him with a content hum, your inhibition is lowered, your senses heightened. You’re drowning in rapture, dopamine coursing through your veins. At the moment, all you can feel is utter bliss and you take in the feeling of his length inside of you, the sound of his pretty little moans, and the way his fingers choke you slightly as he angles your face to the side and kisses you like he’s never kissed you before. He’s rutting his hips against yours, body moving in rhythm. You’re both taking your time, not picking up the pace just yet, just enjoying the feeling of skin rubbing against skin.

You insert two of your fingers inside your mouth, tongue swirling around them before you remove and plunge them inside his. Eren sucks on your fingers, adding more saliva onto them before you take them out and drag them to your clit. His mouth finds your neck, lazily grinding his teeth against your skin to leave his marks on you.

At this point, it doesn’t matter if he fucks you slow. You're sure you can still reach your climax because everything just feels so fucking good. But then Eren leans close to your ear. “I’m gonna show the whole world you’re mine,” he whispers, “Will you let Daddy do that to you, baby?”

Your brain is too fuzzy to understand his words but you nod. Lifting your body off the table, he forces you back to your feet and pushes you forward until you have your chest pressed against the window. Your nude body, covered only by his purplish love bites, is fully exposed. Your room is too dark for people to see your bodies moving against one another—you’re not even sure if they could even if you were under the spotlight, knowing your room is located on the top floor—but just the thought of having sex like this, with passing cars and the city lights glowing underneath you… It almost feels like a dream.

You’re woken up by a slap, however, when you feel him ramming his cock back inside you with a sudden force. “Baby,” he breathes heavily against your ear, “You better remember that I love you," you can feel his teeth grazing against your earlobe as he growls his next words, "‘cause I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

“Oh—God—” you sob out, your entire body being pushed forward with his merciless thrust.

Eren fucks like the devil, but he brings heaven to you.

He fucks with filthy expletives tumbling off his lips. He fucks without giving you a chance to breathe, and he fucks with his fingers digging excruciatingly into your hip, leaving angry half-moons on your supple skin. His thrust drives you forward until you’re completely pushed up against the window. Your restrained arms raised high in the air, your forehead pressed against your wrists, your breasts plastered against the glass. Eren fucks you roughly from behind, one hand on your hips, one hand tugging harshly on your ponytail. “You’re squeezing me so tight. You like being watched, baby girl?”

He snaps his hips, turning your vocabulary into a blank slate. You give a shaky nod, your teeth sinking into your lip.

“Should’ve chosen a different room,” he says, a bit breathlessly, “As much as I like the scenery, would’ve liked it better if I fuck you where people can see us. Don’t you want it, baby? Don’t you want people looking up and finding your fucking tits pressed against the glass? To see the way they bounce every time I fuck you? Don’t you want them to see that pretty face of yours when I paint it over with my cum? I bet you’d like that.”

His words have you clenching your walls around him and he groans. “Ah, fuck, you’re gonna cum?” He angles his hips upward, hitting your g-spot. “You want to fucking cum, baby?”

“Yes—” Your vocal is strained, your legs losing strength. “Fuck, fuck, Daddy, I’m about to cum—” Your sentence ends up in a shriek when he suddenly lifts you entirely off the ground. Eren, using all the strength in his legs and arms, supports your entire weight by placing his hands under your thighs, keeping your backside pressed flat against his chest, and holding you in place as he thrusts upward. “Shit—Ren—oh my God—” Never in your life had you imagined yourself being fucked in this position. The glass window acts like a mirror where you can see your reflection, your legs open wide, his cock sliding in and out of you, fast and deep. His hands are the only support that keeps your body off the ground, fighting gravity. Every bit of you, the way your breasts bounce with each thrust, your forehead glistening with sweat, your lips are swollen and bruised with saliva coating your chin—you can see it all.

And you wonder if anyone else can see you too.

Your orgasm hits you so hard, your whole body tenses and relaxes at once. You scream out his name, keening in pleasure. As you lose control, you find yourself squirting again, a little bit harder than before where a few droplets of your juices manage to stain the window glass while the rest of it drips right down to the carpeted floor. Eren laughs, both mockingly and impressed, “Goddamn, baby, you’re making such a mess.” He places you down to your feet, hooking one arm around your waist to stop you from sliding down. Knowing that you can’t stand, Eren scoops you up in his arms and moves you back to the couch.

“I haven’t cummed yet,” he reminds you, positioning you on his lap. “Ride me. I want you to make yourself squirt on my cock. Use that dick like you fucking own it.”

You’re tired. Exhausted. Just how long have you been doing this already? He may have the stamina but you can barely keep up.

Laying both hands on the backrest, you ride him as fast as you can. Eren leans his back against the couch, his hand accidentally brushes against his phone. Then he remembers something. “Hey, we haven’t taken pictures together today.” He unlocks his phone and flips the camera until you can see yourself on the screen, your chest hovering at the same height as his face. Eren smirks, taking a picture with his fingers squeezing your breast. “This is all mine.” He takes another shot with his lips clamping around your nipple, sucking it hard until you flinch.

“Eren—”

“Who told you to stop?” he growls, smacking your ass as he draws your nipple between his teeth. “You’re gonna make Daddy cum, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Gonna be my good fucking girl?” Another spank, enough to leave marks on your skin. “Answer me.”

“Ah! Yes, Daddy!”

You pick up the pace, your thighs wobbling underneath your weight but you try to roll your hips in the way that leaves him a moaning mess. Eren keeps playing with your chest. He has his eyes closed but his thumb taps consistently against the screen, taking pictures after pictures before he switches it to video.

The sight of his jaw clenching as he bites your necklace that dangles over his face, the sultry moans you both emit from the back of your throat, the way you frantically bounce up and down his cock—everything is being recorded. Eren watches your body move from the screen, satisfied with how obscene it looks. He switches to the back camera, taking a close-up shot of your face. “Tell me, baby,” Eren husks with a filthy smirk. “Who’s your daddy?”

He propels his hips upward, making you shout your answer louder than intended. “You!”

“That’s right.” Eren casts his phone away, not caring if it’s still recording. “I’m your daddy.”

You drape your arms on his shoulders for support, the belt that binds your wrist together rubs against his nape. Your fingers are buried in his hair as you feel the familiar sensation pooling in your stomach. “Daddy—Daddy, I’m—”

He kisses you hard, swallowing the rest of your words. You stay like that as you grind yourself to completion, whimpering against his mouth, your walls tightening around him. You’re soaked again, only this time, your essence trickles directly onto his cock. “Fuck, baby—” Eren finds his release with a hard final ram of his hips, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he groans loudly. Wrapping both arms around your waist, he holds you in place as he shoots his seeds deep within you. “Not yet,” he growls when he feels you breaking away. “I won’t let you move. You’re gonna take every bit of my cum inside you, baby.”

You have your fingers tangled in his long strands, cradling his head close as you slowly rock your hips, letting him ride his orgasm till the end.

When he’s satisfied, Eren lifts your body high enough to let his length slide out of you. His essence dribbles down your thighs, some falling directly to stain the couch. He runs his fingers around your folds, scooping up whatever’s left, and brings them to your face. “Open your mouth.”

You comply obediently and he smears it all over your tongue before he leans in to kiss you, sucking on your slick muscle so he can feel the flavor of your taste mixed with his cum. The zeal in his kiss doesn’t last long as you both return from your high. Your body is weak, leaning against him with your forehead pressed against one another. Eren pushes you gently just so he can drag his lips to your cheek, moving them up to your nose and ending his journey on your temple.

“You okay?” He asks, pushing a lock of stray hair out of your eyes.

You find yourself tittering, albeit feebly. “It’s so typical of you to ask that question after spending an hour treating me like your sex doll.”

His smile doesn’t seem as conceited anymore. If anything, there’s only affection that blooms on his face. He tucks your hair behind your ear, frames your cheek, and lands a chaste kiss on your lips. “I’m sorry,” he says, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours. “In my defense, you looked like you enjoyed being treated as my sex doll.”

“I did,” you giggle in return. Maybe it’s the drug talking since you’re not usually this honest. “I cummed, like… four times tonight.”

“Four?” He frowns before realization transforms his face. “Oh, so you did cum in the restaurant earlier.”

Honestly? You’re too tired to care. He can make fun of you all he wants. All you want to do right now is clean yourself up and snuggle close to him in bed. Lucky for you, Eren gets the message. He takes you in his arms, carrying you bridal style before he lays you down on the bed.

“I’m gonna draw you a bath,” he says as he kneels right beside the bed, still checking on your face, looking for signs of discomfort. He takes off the belt from your wrists, tenderly brushing his lips against the marks he left you as a form of apology. “We can cuddle together, listen to some music, maybe drink some wine before we hit the bed. What do you think?”

You smile drowsily. “Doesn’t seem so bad.”

Eren laughs at your answer, ruffling your hair before he lets you taste his blissful smile with your lips. “I love you,” he murmurs, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on your cheekbone. “I’m sorry for being too mean to you today. For calling you a slut and everything. I didn’t mean any of that, you know that, right?”

“It’s okay.” You reach up a hand, pushing his hair behind his ear just like he did to you earlier. “Being mean suits you better. You’re the devil after all.”

He leans into your touch, his signature smirk returns as he brushes his lips against your palm. “Will you still love me regardless?”

You twine your fingers around his key-shaped pendant, pulling him down to you. A moment before your lips meet, you answer, “As long as you can bring heaven to me, I will love you in any way you want.” Eren kisses you sweetly, fervently, devotedly, with all his heart and every fiber of his being but when he tangles his fingers around your wrist, you pull back with a frown. “What’s wrong?” You question him, eyes searching his face as he seems nervous.

“There’s… There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” The previous confidence he displayed has vanished without a trace. He takes a moment to seek bravery as the sentence he’s been itching to ask for weeks sits heavily on his tongue. When he’s ready, his gaze slowly return to yours. “After graduation, would you… move in with me?”

You blink, not expecting him to say that at all. “You mean, like, to your apartment?”

“Or we can search for a new place together, whatever you want,” he hurriedly professes, mistaking your reaction as a sign of discomfort when you’re just a bit stunned by the idea. "I don't care where we live. I just want to be with you."

It’s true that you’ve been dating for three years but Eren has been taking it slow. If it wasn’t you who spoke the sacred three words, he would’ve probably taken forever before he could say I love you as easily and as often as he does now. It’s not like he’s afraid of being committed to a relationship, and he never said he was, but his behavior around you made you think that he wanted to keep this casual as long as he could. Moving in together is a big step, isn’t it? You, yourself, had never thought about it until now.

“You…” His posture droops in sadness when you spend a few seconds longer than necessary drowning in silence. “You don’t want to?”

For a man who treated you like a common whore just twenty minutes ago, he truly knows the best way to win your heart, which is by sporting his best kicked puppy look. But there’s real fear in his expression, terrified of you saying no.

“You’re an idiot,” you reply.

“W-what?”

“I would love to move in together with you, silly.” You pinch his nose, hard enough to make him flinch. When he witnesses your smile, both playful sheepish but ultimately filled with content, he exhales in relief, rushing to kiss you again where you can feel the shape of his lips curving up in glee.

“Really?” he breathlessly asks. He wears his heart on his sleeves, buzzing with happiness.

“Really, Ren.”

“Oh, God.” He pulls you into his embrace, his hand gently cradles the back of your skull as you rest your chin on his shoulder. “I’m so happy right now, I feel like I could die.” He backs away, cupping your cheek as he peers into your eyes. “I can’t wait to wake up next to you every morning. To sleep while holding you close. I’ll take care of you, baby,” he promises, holding your hand and kissing the inner side of your wrist. “I promise I’ll take care of you forever.”

Your cheeks warm as your heart almost breaks with joy. “You sound like you’re proposing to me.”

He goes still, eyes largening in surprise before he turns crimson. “I… Well…” He looks down, his voice quavering when he says. “I’ve also been thinking–”

You quickly slap a hand over his mouth, face aflame as he freezes in surprise. “Let’s take a shower,” you say. “We can talk about this later.”

Eren takes your hand away, revealing a grin once he understands your expression. “Are you embarrassed?”

“Shut up.”

“You can’t stop thinking about it now, can you? Me marrying you?”

“Oh my God, shut up.” You jump down the bed, hastily making your way to the bathroom.

Chuckling, he follows after your steps. “Hey babe, what if I use one of your blank coupons and ask you to marry me?”

You’re going to die. You’re definitely going to die.

***

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Handshakes of a Lifetime - Chapter 5

You snag exclusive fan meet tickets, but as you shake hands with your favorite idols, something strange happens…

BTS soulmate AU. OT7 x Reader / Yoongi x Reader focused in this chapter, slight Jungkook x Reader

Here we gooooo. I have a special place in my heart for Yoongs, I think this might be my favorite handshake yet. Enjoy the craziness!

Warnings: death, blood, guns, stabbing, fighting, bondage, drunk sex, rough sex Yoongi and y/n are just two kinky idiots in love, ANGST so much angst why, let me know if I need to add more I know it’s dark.

Word Count: 10.6k

“So you think if I touched her, it would happen to me too? Is that why-” Taehyung turns to a defeated Jin.

“I don’t know.” He can’t stop thinking about you, his body hurts, his chest hurts.

“I want to try, this is so unfair.” Taehyung whines.

Namjoon sighs, “Well…”

You hear a knocking at the door. Your legs felt numb. How long have you been sitting here? You were too lost in your thoughts, reliving moments that weren’t yours.

“Hello? Unlock the door.”

You know that voice. No way.

You’ve listened to his solo songs on repeat so many times, his deep voice and sharp tongue playing in your ears for hours at times.

For lack of better judgment, you decide to stay silent. You slowly unlock the stall door trying not to make a sound as you tiptoe to the door. You rest your ear against the wood hoping to hear something. You consider maybe it was just another delusion. There is just no way.

“We know you’re in there.” You flinch from the door, the idol’s voice is as clear as day.

“I don’t know what happened, but I didn’t mean to do what you think I did..I-I don’t even know what I-I just want to go home. Please...” You put your palm on the door, a superficial gesture you know won’t make a difference, much like a nod to a person over the phone, and rest your head on the door waiting for his response. There is a long silence.

The weary idol stands in front of the bathroom door. He should have let Namjoon handle it, he thinks, why did he volunteer? When security came to tell them you had locked yourself in the bathroom, it brought up old memories he didn’t like thinking about, it made him want to help you. So before anyone else could, he volunteered to get you. But now he felt inadequately prepared, he should have just let Namjoon handle it.

He gestures to the security to give him some space. He rests his head on the door and sighs, instead of reaching for the door handle he rests his hand above it.

“Can I please come in? Open the door, it will just be me, I promise.” The idol switches to Korean, hoping you understand him. “I just want to talk to you. And then you can leave.” Actually, he doesn’t know if it will be that easy, but at this point he would tell you anything to get you to open the door.

He hears the slow scrape of metal as the lock turns. He gives security one last look to stay back before opening the door. You shuffle back quickly as the door opens and in walks Min Yoongi of BTS.

Yoongi shuts the door and locks it again. You try to give him space, but he advances towards you. So you keep giving him space and he puts his hand up in surrender, like someone would when approaching a scared animal.

“Hello.” He greets you in English. This was a bad idea.

“H-Hello.” You both face each other awkwardly.

This was the last thing you’d ever expect to happen, standing alone in a bathroom with BTS’s Suga. You feel like you’re burning up, you wonder how you haven’t managed to pass out as the rapper watches you in silence.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I freaked out. I’ll just go home, I promise I won’t ever talk about what happened. I-I mean, I don’t know what happened, nothing-“

“It will be okay. Breath.” He speaks in English to you again. “Take a deep breath. Count to ten.”

You’re shaking again. He’s being so nice to you, it makes you want to cry even more.

“C’mon, count.”

You start counting in shaky Korean, glancing over at the rapper who tries to hide a smile at the way you recite the words like a school child taking a test, you finish and feel like laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, your own lips curving upward as you begin to relax.

“Do you understand me when I speak Korean?” Yoongi says in Korean. You nod.

“Do you understand me when I speak in English?” The rapper nods back. “Most of it, yes,” he confesses.

You stand there awkwardly too scared to speak, gripping the sink counter to steady yourself, your reflections stare back at you in the bathroom mirror. The rapper looks perfect in his button down and styled hair, you on the other hand-

You laugh, “Oh god, I look horrible.” You turn on the sink and splash cold water on your face to get rid of your dried tears.

“No you don’t.” The rapper leans on the counter looking at you, grabbing a paper towel to hand to you. He is making it very hard for you to pretend he’s not there.

You watch him through the mirror’s reflection, “Thank you.” The words barely come out of your mouth. You turn around and lean on the counter beside him, making sure to keep your distance. ‘This is the weirdest night of my life,’ you can’t help but let out a small laugh.

The two of you stand there next to each other in silence for a painfully long time.

Finally, Yoongi lifts his hand palm side up and gives you a sideways glance. “I owe you, don’t I?”

You stare at his hand, study the silver rings around his fingers.

“...A handshake.”

“What?” You can only gawk at him.

“You paid all this money for handshakes from all members...”

That was not what you expected. “It’s okay. You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

You grip the counter tighter, “I don’t want to, really, it’s okay.”

“I insist.” You can hear the frustration in his voice.

“No...It’s okay. I won't hold it against you.”

Yoongi frowns, slowly lowering his hand, feeling stupid. How is he supposed to get you to touch him?

He chews on his bottom lip and sneaks a glance at you again. Against all his instincts, when he realized he had another chance to see you, he took it with no question. You scared him and yet he felt himself gravitating to you. Everything that transpired had given him so many questions, and you were the only answer. “Please, I want to know-I want to know if it’s true.” Yoongi pauses, “I just want to understand why I feel the way I do being around you.”

You realize just how close the rapper stands next to you, your shoulders almost touching, had he moved closer and you didn’t even realize it? Did you?

You glance over at him, he looks so vulnerable and lost, nothing like the intimidating idol who stood in front of you at the fanmeet. He seemed so untouchable, now he’s asking you to do just that. You want to give in, you think it’s the least you can do for him, and then he’ll realize his mistake and let you go home.

You brace yourself and push away from the counter behind you, turning to face the rapper.

“Okay, but you’ll probably regret it,” you whisper, extending your hand.

Yoongi goes to grab your hand but you move yours just out of reach before he has a chance to, “Don’t say I didn't warn you...” Yoongi nods to you. He grabs your hand.

“Can you let go of me already.” You whisper as Yoongi holds you in a death grip.

“Yeah, let’s just blow our entire cover.” Yoongi hisses. This was not how the mission was supposed to go. Yoongi doesn’t do field missions, his talents are long range. Away from people, especially you.

“And can you stop looking at me like that, you’re supposed to be acting like my wife,” he warns lowly in your ear, you think he’s going to dislocate a finger the way he’s squeezing your hand. Yeah right, like you would ever marry a man like Min Yoongi.

You’re annoyed. Annoyed at the man next to you, annoyed they required you to have a male partner at all, like you needed a babysitter to do your job. On top of it all, it had to be him.

The gala you walk into is being held for top diplomats and politicians from all over the world. You let Yoongi pull you through the crowds as you scan the room for your target, a corrupt delegate who has a swath of information that could be useful to the state. You pull on Yoongi’s arm to get his attention, “Your left, 9 o’clock.”

He pulls you closer before you can advance on the target, grabbing your chin to face him instead, to anyone else it would look like a romantic gesture, for you it’s just another tactic Yoongi uses to keep you leashed to him. “We should make sure there aren’t any threats first.”

You’ve never been a woman to accept the cages men tried to confine you to, you have claws and you know how to use them. You lean into Yoongi, you can feel his body stiffen as you press your chest against his. You place a kiss on his cheek, bringing his arms around you until he gives in and grips your body instead, “That’s your job isn’t it, let me do mine,” you give him your best smile, but your eyes show him your true emotions as you glare at him with hatred. And with that, you were able to slip away from Yoongi’s grasp.

You drop your suitcase onto the only bed in your small hotel room. You know you needed the sharp shooter to complete the mission, but why did you have to share a room with him too? And why do they keep assigning Yoongi to you? You’re a top agent, you could easily complete this mission with an amateur, anyone but the smug sniper who is making his way toward you now.

“We need to be on site at 23:00, so go do something while I sleep.” The agent starts unbuttoning his cuff, paying you little attention.

“So I’m not supposed to get any rest?” You cross your arms and frown at the jaded man in front of you, “What the hell am I supposed to do while you’re getting your beauty sleep?”

“Not my problem.” Yoongi is sleep deprived and more irritable than usual. “You slept on the plane ride here, I know because your snoring kept me up the entire flight.”

You feel your face go hot with anger and embarrassment. “Well, I’m not leaving. This is my room too!”

“Do what you want! I don’t care.” the sniper yells. He needs to sleep so he can keep you safe, he thinks, ‘ungrateful brat.’

He moves past you shoving his shoulder into yours. In your anger, you shove him back. He turns around glaring at you, then decides to shove you again, this time with his hands. Yoongi is stubborn, but you’re more stubborn, you push him again, and now you’re in a shoving match with your own partner.

“Will you stop!” he yells, pushing you so hard your back hits the hotel wall.

“You first!” The next time you push your hand into his shoulder Yoongi grabs your wrist and pulls you hand forward, slamming his chest into you and crushing you between his body and the wall.

He glares down at you, his eyes flicker down to your lips.

Why did he do that? ‘Ugh idiot,’ and now you're thinking about his lips, the thoughts make you glance down. ‘Fuck, why did I do that?’ He catches the movement of your eyes.

You stand trapped against his strong frame, you think about elbowing him away, sweeping his feet and knocking him out for daring to test you like this, but you needed him at the top of his game for tonight. You squirm in his grasp while he stares down at you with an unreadable expression.

Eventually, when you feel like the pounding of your pulse might give you a heart attack Yoongi removes himself from you and goes to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. You hear the shower start. ‘Why does it have to be him,’ you wonder, rubbing your temples with your fingers. You decide to go grab some food. There’s a pit in your stomach, it must be hunger you think.

---

You walk the perimeter of the house, leaving the man you coaxed into bringing you into his home asleep in his bed. The sleep sedatives you laced in his drink made sure he wouldn’t bother you while you search his mansion. You had to work quickly and quietly.

“Two guards, headed your way.” Yoongi’s voice comes through in your earpiece, letting you slip into an empty room undetected.

“Clear?”

“Clear.” Yoongi’s deep voice crackles in your ear.

You make your way down the third floor hallway until you reach a large door.

Yoongi watches you through heat sensor binoculars. “There are five guards behind that door, do not engage.”

“I guess I’m getting warmer then.” You remove the knife around your thigh. “Do you have a clear shot on any of them?”

The sniper sees three windows, two blocked almost entirely by a curtain, the last only slightly covered, the situation was not ideal. “Negative. You’ll have to push them to the far open window so I can get a better shot.”

You look at the large windows of the hall you stand in. “Do you have a clear shot on me?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

You smirk, “You ruin your perfect record? Doubt it.”

You knock on the door, ignoring Yoongi hissing in your ear, “So much for the element of surprise.”

“This is not the bathroom!” You stab the first guard in the neck. As he falls, clutching his throat and spluttering for air, you hug your body to the wall. When the next guard runs out you kick the pistol out of his hand. He fights against your advances, he’s strong and trained, but even then one can only take so many stabs to the body. The rest of the men advance on you, two drop, you see the bullet holes in their skulls.

“Thanks-” the last man lunges at you, putting you in a chokehold. He’s tall, he lifts you up and you lose your footing. You swing your knife, blade piercing his arms, but his hold on you stays. You kick in his grasp, your legs make contact with the wall and you both go down.

“I don’t have eyes on you. Get him in my sight!” You’d like to yell at Yoongi that that’s exactly what you were trying to do, but the guard’s hold on your windpipe makes it impossible. You aim your knife for his sides until his grip on you lessens. You roll off of him and start crawling, hoping he falls into your trap. He grabs your leg, you use the momentum to twist your body and kick him in the chest, before he falls on his back, he’s already dead. You can always count on Yoongi to never miss a headshot.

“Like I was saying, thanks.” Your voice is hoarse. Yoongi scoffs in your ear.

As you work to open the safe you’ve located, you hear Yoongi’s voice again, “Get out of there now! Twelve guards headed your way!”

“Just twelve?” You grab the dead mans’ guns and barricade yourself in the room. You pull every curtain you see down and fall to the floor just in time as gunfire fills the room.

Yoongi watches you take the men down one by one. You move in a chaotic dance around the room, there’s a preciseness to your movements, and also a wildness in your actions. You’re like a feral tiger, eating your targets alive. Yoongi’s impressed. The sniper lines up shot after shot, giving you as much cover as he can offer. He tries to keep your bloodshed to a minimum, you set up the pins, he knocks them down.

He is more than happy to deal the final blow. As he adds another tick to his total body count, he hopes you’ll be okay. Physically, he knows you’ll be fine, but mentally, he worries about you. Memories with you after similar missions still haunt him, the quiet anguish that fills you after every big bloodbath. It’s become a ritual to spend nights together after a mission, neither of you able to sleep soundly, you’d often wonder out loud to Yoongi if the dead men had wives or children, ask if it bothered him, ‘destroying families.’ It didn’t, if he’s being honest, they were horrible men and their families were probably better off without them in his eyes, but he knew it bothered you.

So, he doesn’t mind killing for you, it’s not because he cares about you, no, it’s just easier to get through missions that way. He would rather have everyone think you’re a tiger, Yoongi knows the truth.

Yoongi pulls you back, concealing your bodies from the advancing enemies. You look at him questionly. He places a finger to his mouth to keep you quiet. He signs with his hands, ‘two,’ ‘ahead,’ ‘you wait,’ ‘I’ll go around.’ You nod in agreement. You wait, straining your ears to hear signs of struggle. You hear footsteps running towards your direction. You grab the enemy and knock him out before he can make a sound. Yoongi is pulling you away, handing you a black bag you assume is full of data your agency so desperately wanted. You make a quiet getaway, grateful you can hide in the shadows and follow Yoongi to your escape: a boat that can get you to international waters. You stretch and watch the night sky as Yoongi starts the engine. “I didn’t die.” you hum.

“You say that like you’re disappointed.”

You snort, kicking the bag you and Yoongi risked your lives for. You turn to him, “Thank you, comrade, you saved my life.”

Yoongi shuffles uncomfortably, you’re being pleasant and it’s weird. “You’re welcome.”

“We make a good team, hmm?”

You sit on Yoongi’s workbench. In his space. The two of you work in silence as you put together the pieces of your handgun. He cleans the parts of his sniper rifle. He hands you the last piece of your weapon, it’s easier working here with him, his office is quiet. He doesn’t try to make small talk with you, you hate small talk. Your days are not “good.” You’re sick of using your body to lure in your targets, having to do things more than what you’re comfortable with on multiple occasions to complete the mission. But as a female agent, sometimes you think that’s all you're good for, and they would kill you if you tried to leave now. Escaping and living a quiet life without the man who sits next to you, not being able to protect him, you don’t want that either.

You hop off the table, Yoongi had also gotten up from his chair to grab more rags and you collide into each other. He grabs your waist to steady you. You bodies press against one another. You hold your breath. As his strong hands move you to the side, he mutters a sorry.

Yoongi is livid. He is slamming drawers and yanking open cabinet doors as you slowly make your way to sit onto the medical table. The safehouse is empty except for you and him.

“Are you insane or just stupid?” Your partner advances on you hastily, a medical kit in his hands.

You roll your eyes, “It’s just a scratch, I’m fine.” The blood seeping from your side and over your fingers betrays your words.

Yoongi yanks your hand away and grabs the tattered corners of your blood covered shirt and rips it. You try to stay stoic as you sit in front of him in only a bra while Yoongi works to clean and bandage your wound. His actions are so aggressive your body jerks back and forth from his movements. He pulls a bandage particularly tight and you yell, glaring at him. He glares back at you.

“You could have died.” Yoongi says softly. He keeps his eyes trained on your wound, adding the image to the list of reasons on why he doesn’t get close to people.

“And you would have died.”

His hands drop to the medical table as he cages you in. His dark eyes bore into yours, you hate how it makes you feel: vulnerable. “Don’t risk your life for me.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

---

“Tell me how much you want me.” Your partner’s low voice whispers in your ears. You think you’d rather die.

His fingernails scratch your scalp as he grabs a hold of your hair and yanks back, pulling you against his front. Your hip digs painfully into the dresser in front of you, as he pushes his body closer to yours. Your face feels tight, the pain burns your scalp, a reminder that you still can feel something. Everything in your life makes you feel numb, but Yoongi makes you feel alive. You hate how addicted you’ve become to his touches.

“If you don’t say it, you won’t get anything,” he tuts, tightening his hold on your hair and a moan escapes you. He pulls your head back and places soft kisses on the column of your neck.

Yoongi waits, his lips attached to your neck as he grinds his hard erection into your ass until you lose yourself to pleasure, unable to take his teasing any longer.

“I want you.”

“I can’t hear you.”

You grind your teeth, “You’re pushing it.”

Yoongi grabs your breast, “Tell me, kitty.” His rough hands on your body is exactly what you want, makes you drip with arousal, but you’ll never tell him that. Instead, you move your hands behind you and grab at his hard erection.

“I can’t seem to remember what I was going to say, do you?” You run your hand down his length and squeeze, his hold on your hair loosens ever so slightly as his breathing turns shallow.

He’s used to your stubborn nature by now, but this kind of fight is something you’ll never win. Yoongi grabs your wrist and holds your arm in place, twisting your arm in a lock and bending you over the dresser. You struggle against him, as he opens your legs wider with his own. “You know kitty, you’re not invincible. Always ready to start a fight. If you’re not careful, someone might decide to teach you a lesson.”

You can see him out of the corner of your eye. He normally looks so composed, but the way he stares down at you so hungrily, he looks wild, eyes blown wide by lust.

“And is that you?” you laugh, grunting as he pushes down on you, grabbing your other arm and locking it behind your back. The weight of him against your back increases, stealing air from your lungs. His low voice whispers teasingly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “Do you want it to be me?”

Yoongi stands, watching you struggle against his hold. He knows it would be easy for you to get away from him if you really tried, and the knowledge that you’re submitting to him in your own stubborn way makes his body hot and dick throb. He squeezes your thigh, his thumb rubbing against your center. You’re so wet, your underwear drenched in arousal. He bites back a moan, pressing against your sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing deep circles into you and forcing a whine to escape your lips. He lifts up your skirt, yanking the wet fabric of your underwear down to your thighs. Then his touch becomes slow and teasing. He runs his fingers along your slit, drenching his digits in your essence and bringing them to his mouth. You taste so good, fuck he can’t get enough of you, Yoongi is going to wreck you.

You watch him licking his fingers, the erotic scene making you clench unsatisfyingly around nothing. “Please…” you whisper, the sight of him had broken down your walls.

Yoongi unzips his pants and pulls himself out. He takes no more time, plunging into your heat suddenly. You shudder, it feels so good to have him inside you. He finally lets go of you to grip the flesh of your hips, slamming into you over and over. The force of his thrusts takes your breath away, as your body shifts up and down against the hard surface of his dresser.

With every thrust you feel the tension in your body uncoil, you never want this to end, you’d rather drown in the pleasure he’s giving you then come up for air and deal with the pain of your life. “You feel so good-fuck me harder!” The words leave your lips without thought. You don’t want to feel anything else but his bruising touches, you don’t want to think of anything else but him.

Yoongi grips your shoulder with one hand, moving your body to meet his thrusts as his pace becomes brutal. Your entire body vibrates with pleasure as he manhandles you. You pulse around him as you let go. Yoongi goes faster, using your body to climax, you let yourself moan freely, losing yourself to the pain and pleasure of overstimulation. You can feel him filling you up as he shakes against you.

Your world comes back into focus as you gasp for breath, your body slumped against the desk. “Is that all you’ve got? Hardly a lesson.” Yoongi laughs, wrapping his arms around your middle. He lifts you up and throws you onto the bed. You land with a huff.

---

The silence is deafening as you lay across from your partner. The twin bed in the cheap motel room you share makes it impossible for either of you to have your own space. Neither of you can sleep, and you’re both too tired to complain about the situation, so you stare at each other in the darkness, the neon lights outside your window bathe your faces in soft hues of blue. The cheap sheets scratch your skin, you can feel the hard edges of your gun underneath the old thin hotel pillow, but the soft fabric of Yoongi’s long sleeve shirt feels nice against the back of your hand. You absentmindedly brush your hand against his arm, your fingers play with the baggy material, rolling the fabric between your fingers. Yoongi places his free hand over yours to stop your actions. You’re too tired to question him, nor do you want to break the silence. Yoongi’s features are calm, his hardness is all gone tonight, when he relaxes you think he looks quite soft. Tonight Yoongi doesn’t look like a trained killer at all, his messy hair frames his face and his usual cold eyes radiate warmth. You study each other through half open eyes. Eventually, Yoongi closes his eyes, but doesn’t remove his hand from atop yours. “Go to sleep,” he grunts.

You take a deep breath out. You focus on Yoongi’s steady breathing, trying to keep your heavy eyes open, scared of what you’ll see once you close them, faces of the dead petrified corpses that always reveal themselves against the darkness of your shut eyelids. You study the soft features of your partner instead, able to memorize the details of his face while you’re so close to him. You think of him until sleep takes over.

---

You groan in pain, not ready to open your eyes to the morning light. Your throat is sore and dry, and your entire body aches, especially a certain part of you, the realization snaps you awake. You realize you’re not alone in your bed, you open your blurry eyes to a head of jet black hair. A man sleeps on your naked chest, you can feel his lips against your breast as he quietly snores. You realize his messy locks, the slope of his nose and contours of his muscular arm are all familiar to you, because he’s not a stranger at all. Memories of last night come back to you slowly.

Images of your partner offering you his bourbon, and you gratefully accepting. The pleasant conversation you had together, no arguing or superfluous challenging, just meaningful stories and gentle banter. You remember your partner’s flushed face, the timid smile he tried to hide against his glass, his dark eyes pulling you in. The drunker you became the more you gravitated towards him, until you were pressed up against him, moaning against his lips as his tongue explored your mouth, and you begging him to fuck you. No no no no no.

A wave of mortification and humiliating arousal hits you. You shove your partner off you.

“What the fuck!” Yoongi’s head is pounding, and your punches are not weak. It’s too damn early to be fighting with you already, Yoongi thinks. He pins you down, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He yells, not understanding why you’re here or why you suddenly decided to attack him.

The way his hands pin your wrists brings on another wave of memories that invade your mind and makes your face burn hot with embarrassment. He looks down at you and notices the purple bruises littering your neck and chest, your chest that is absent of a shirt, and your very naked body, against his very naked body. He let’s go of you in his shock. You scoot away from him, pulling the bed sheets up to cover yourself. He stares at you, mouth wide open, trying to place the pieces of last night together. “Oh fuck.”

“This will never happen again.”

His eyes scan your body as his hazy mind replays the events of last night, his face goes red at thoughts of you writhing under him. Yoongi was so desperate to explore your body, make you moan his name. He prays you were too drunk to notice how badly he wanted you. “Never.”

---

You spot three guards in front of the door, ‘a little excessive,’ you think. You grin to yourself as you run through every possible take down you can use against them. They’re big men, and big men always underestimate women.

Yoongi sits patiently, the blindfold doesn’t permit him to see, but he smirks to himself as he hears the sounds of struggle outside.

He hears the door open and close, feet circling him. He struggles against his restraints. Suddenly he feels a weight in his lap. The blindfold is pulled off and he meets your self satisfied face smiling at him.

“Took you long enough.”

You pout. “I should leave you here.”

You press your lips against his. Pulling him close by the hair. He grunts into your mouth. You press yourself down on him, grinding into his hardening length.

Yoongi struggles against his restraints, wanting to pull you closer to him. “Untie me.”

There’s a glint in your eye as you pull away from him. You kiss his neck instead, sucking hard on the sensitive skin behind his ear.

“You’re going to regret not listening to me, kitty.” Yoongi growls.

You laugh against his skin, working to undo his belt. Yoongi groans as you grip his length.

“I thought you were supposed to be rescuing me.”

“I am,” you lick your lips, “but then you had to go and let yourself get tied up.” You hop off his lap and kneel between his legs, Yoongi flexes his arms against the ropes, watching you intently. You bring the head of his shaft to your lips and kiss. The chair shakes as he pulls against his restraints groaning, you give him mercy as you suck him into your mouth, enjoying the way he struggles to keep his composure.

“You’ve had your fun,” he tries to hold in his moans, “you’re going to get yourself captured too because you're such a needy slut for my cock.” He thrusts his hips up, making you choke. It doesn’t deter you, as you press yourself deeper, your nose against his stomach, he shudders and the ropes dig into his wrists as he pulls harder against his restraints.

You pull off of him and look at him with a smirk. “I took care of the guards.” As if you already know Yoongi's next words you say, “I took care of all the guards.” Bringing your mouth around his length again, you suck him hard. You suck him down until you gag, over and over again until you can feel him swell, close to release, and you pull away. If looks could kill, you would have been added to Yoongi’s headcount. You jump to your feet and start cutting away the ropes that bind him.

“I’m untying you only because we are running out of time, not because you asked me to.”

He grunts, thinking of all the ways he’s going to use your body. “Noted.”

When free, Yoongi brings you into a crushing kiss, wrapping his hand around your neck. “Dangerous girl, you deserve to be punished.”

---

You allow yourself to rest against the cold concrete floor, making yourself comfortable in the dirt and grime. Your muscles are sore, and you’re tired. You’re tiredness doesn’t just come from surviving the mission, you’re sick and tired of it all. You were the first to make it to the scheduled rendezvous point, maybe the only one left. You hear footsteps and turn to see your partner jogging towards you, his equipment bag slung over his shoulder, he’s winded, skin covered in dirt from his hasty escape. When he sees you, he runs over to you, his eyes scan over your body but he doesn’t touch you. Your clothes are drenched in blood, but it’s not your own. You look like the walking dead, and you think you deserve to die, you’re a monster.

Yoongi sprawls out next to you, massaging his sore muscles. “If you had let them live your identity would have been compromised.” He knows you had no choice but to kill them. “You did what you had to do to complete the mission.”

“Stop talking, please.” You stare at his dirt covered face, you’re glad he made it out alive, and you wished you hadn’t. Your target had brought his wife and daughter, the agency didn’t warn you, or maybe they knew and didn’t care. You think about the love they must have had, so great he couldn’t be apart from them, and you not only took their lives, but took that love and destroyed it. You knew you were a killer, but you never thought you’d be a villain. You reach for your partner’s hand. He grips you tightly, his fingers are black with dirt, yours are stained with blood. You feel the weight on your chest become even heavier. You wonder if he could ever love you like that, you wonder if you’d just end up destroying that as well.

You lay asleep in Yoongi’s bed. His fingers run along your arm that rests on his chest. During the twilight hours, while you drift off to another world in your slumber, Yoongi allows himself to fully love you. He intertwines his fingers with yours and kisses the soft skin of your wrist, wrapping his arms around your sleeping frame. He let’s himself pretend you’re not in each other's company only for convenience, but because you love him as much as he loves you. He shouldn’t love you, love is too dangerous for people like him, love is a risk too big to take. But until the sun comes up again he gives in to his weaknesses. When you wake, he’ll be strong for you again, he’ll be your shield and protect you from everyone including himself.

---

“So you don’t want to work with me anymore?” You barge into Yoongi’s workspace. He keeps his face emotionless, choosing to ignore you.

So you press on, “I’m with Petrov now, I didn’t request a new partner, so it had to have been you. Why? Answer me!”

Yoongi leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, “You’re overreacting, he’s new, they probably want you to show him how it’s done-”

“Don’t fucking lie to me!”

“There’s a good reason-”

“You’re lying, you’re doing that thing with your hands when you lie!” You yell.

Yoongi shoves his hands in his pockets, his anger getting the better of him, “Fine, maybe I don’t want to be your partner anymore!” You stay silent. “You’re reckless, you never listen to me, you almost died on our last mission. I’m...I’m tired of worrying about you.”

Your chest tightens in pain, his words sting more than any blade or bullet you’ve ever taken. You try to meet his eyes, but he refuses to look at you. ‘Coward,’ you think. You scoff, “Fine...Good...I don’t want to work with you either.” You turn on your heels to leave.

“Wait!” Yoongi stands from his desk and rushes after you. When you refuse to listen, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him. “Please, stop,” he whispers in your ear.

You place your arms over his, let his warmth envelope you. You don’t understand him, he’s holding you like you’re about to break in his arms, but he’d let you go off into a mission without him? How could he do this to you? You thought you were a team, you thought you were...friends. You used to feel safe in his arms, now you just feel betrayal. You bite your lip, your sadness turns into bitterness, your bitterness into anger.

You dig your nails in his arms until he hisses and lets you go. You give your partner one last look before exiting his office, you give him one more chance. If he takes it, you’ll find a way to forgive him, to fix whatever it is that made him angry enough to break the bonds between you. But he stays silent, his silence speaks volumes, “Like you said, you don’t have to worry about me any longer. I'm not your problem anymore.” You slam his door shut.

Yoongi’s body is shaking. He slams his fist against the door. He rests his forehead against the wooden surface and swallows down the growing pressure in his throat, processing everything that just occurred. He made the right choice, this was for your own protection, he wouldn’t allow you to care more about his life than your own, he knows he’s right, so why does he feel so sick?

Your reputation precedes you, the tigresse, a top agent. You pull off impossible missions. Maybe it’s because you just don’t care if you can finish the job or not, you’ll choose the riskiest plays, find yourself in the most dangerous scenarios; you’ll choose the more daring escape route, and because of that people are afraid of you, even in your own agency. No one wants to work with you for too long, and you don’t want them to either, so you finally get what you wanted, to work alone. You’re at the top, all alone, there’s no congratulations in your line of work, no happiness.

Yoongi doesn’t have to worry about anyone anymore, even himself. On missions he used to view his sniper rifle as an extension of himself, now he feels just as cold and hollow as the barrel of his rifle, he’s become an empty killing machine. He can’t sleep at night, he wakes up to nightmares of you dying over and over again. Eventually, when he can’t take it anymore, he convinces his superiors to let him act as your backup without your knowledge, they only allow it because you’ve become too valuable to lose. He still can’t sleep at night, slowly losing his mind in solitude, trapped in a cage of loneliness by his own doing. He becomes a shadow, a ghost, making sure the legacy of their best agent survives.

You search for cover, the bullet holes in your body make every movement slow and painful. The holes in your leg keeps you on the ground. You pull yourself through the sea of dead bodies as bullets fly through the air.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, you start to aim your pistol.

“What are you doing here?” The gunman ignores you as he pulls your bloody body into his arms and runs.

Yoongi watched you from his post get shot, one, two, three times until he couldn’t take it anymore. When he couldn’t protect you from a distance anymore, he left his post, his decision as instantaneous as a traveling bullet.

He hides you and him, holding you close, looking over your wounds. He tries to put pressure on the bullet holes, but there are just so many. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, “I was supposed to protect you.”

You touch his face, you can feel the warmth of his skin against your cold fingers, he’s real. “You’re here.”

Yoongi’s trained ears listen to the gunfire as it becomes louder, a sign he needs to move again. He reloads his assault rifle, heaving you up to your feet. You groan as more blood gushes from your wounds. Yoongi uses his assault rifle to make another path for you and him. Your ex partner drags your body along, hiding again to reload.

“You need to save yourself. I’m not going to make it.” You say as you cough up blood. Yoongi pulls you up again, ignoring your words, refusing to accept he can’t save you. As he runs a stray bullet hits his shoulder and you both go down. Yoongi shoots to where he thinks the bullets came from, but his shoulder makes it difficult for him to aim.

“Stop! You can’t die too!” You aim your pistol at the two men advancing upon you from Yoongi’s blind spot. You manage to shoot one, but your blood loss makes your vision hazy and your aim too wide. The second man’s bullets hit Yoongi’s side. Yoongi adjusts his rifle and takes quick revenge. He doubles over in pain.

You grab his hand, your breathing is too shallow to tell him all the things you want to say. “Save yourself...”

“And leave you again? Never.”

Yoongi holds you until you take your last labored breath, and holds you still, until his own blood loss becomes too much.

---

Yoongi doubles over, crashing into you. You try to hold the rapper up, but you are faring no better, your body shakes in phantom pain. His entire weight is on you, you move against the wall for support as both of you try to catch your breath, his head leans on your shoulder, and he groans in agony. You grip his arms. Should you push him away? But you don’t want to. You want to pull him closer. You grip his arms harder, frozen, your mind and body remembering, remembering everything, and it takes every last bit of your willpower not to react.

Finally, after your breaths have settled, he steadies himself on his feet, still pressed against your frame. He lifts his head, you can feel his breath on the side of your face. He laughs weakly against you, “I don’t regret it.”

“What-“ his eyes pierce through you. You realize he hasn’t moved away from you still, you stare back into the idol’s eyes, it all feels so familiar, too familiar...

His nose brushes against your cheek, you hold your breath at the sensation, it’s so familiar. His lips ghost over yours and when you don’t pull away Yoongi presses his lips firmer onto yours.

You feel electricity in every vein, to the tips of your fingers, to the ends of the hair. Emotions that felt like distant memories scorch through you. Your legs buckle.

Yoongi had only meant to give you a quick kiss, just to see how it would compare to his wild memories, but the feelings that came over him overtook every sense of reason left in him. He deepened the kiss. You pulled him closer to you, it was automatic.

He felt his sanity slipping away with every inhale of your scent, a sprouting desire burst through him, a need everlasting lifetimes, it made him desperate to devour you. He pushes his leg in between yours to hold you steady when he feels you falling against him. You yell against his lips, his touch is too overwhelming and you feel yourself slipping away, you try desperately to stay in the moment, remember who you are to him actually. You push him away to catch your breath. “I shouldn’t have done that. I-“

You both jump at the pounding from the door. “Both of you need to come out now.” His voice is muffled, but you’d recognize the distinctive cadence of the BTS leader anywhere. Yoongi mutters words you don’t understand. You yelp as he grabs your hand, leading you to the door.

Namjoon is greeted by the sight of his bandmate and you looking particularly guilty as you leave the bathroom. The way Yoongi holds your hand does not go unnoticed by the leader.

You walk in between the rappers, security following behind you. You can tell Namjoon is annoyed, the way he glances at the nonexistent space between you and Yoongi and clenches his jaw. What are you supposed to do, not hold Min Yoongi’s hand? The firm hold he has on you is the only thing that’s keeping you from falling apart into an anxious puddle on the floor. So instead you spend the walk mentally screaming at yourself.

Namjoon opens an unmarked door and walks in, Yoongi follows directly behind him, pulling you along. You realize where you are as five more pairs of eyes meet yours.

They are all staring at you. You want to run and hide. You move behind Yoongi instead. He hasn’t let go of your hand, and every man in the room notices it.

Namjoon goes first, “We all need to talk.”

---

“So now do you admit it!” Jimin looks between Yoongi and you with a frown.

“He promised he wouldn’t touch her.” Jungkook whines to Namjoon.

“I didn’t promise. I said I wouldn’t...I changed my mind.”

You listen to the group argue glancing over Yoongi’s shoulder, you make eye contact with Jin. His eyes are still red, like he hasn’t stopped crying. For the first time since he grabbed you, you wanted to let go of Yoongi’s hand. Jin is the first to break away, he turns around, overwhelmed. Your face is still perfectly clear in his mind. Your words replay like whispers in his ear, ‘find me.’

You break away from Yoongi and address everyone.

“Uhh, I don’t know...” you start, “I don’t know how any of this works, or why it’s happening in the first place. But it is happening right? It happened to you too?” You look around at their faces, you look into Jimin’s eyes, “You saw me too, I was with you, you looked different, but deep down, it was you.” Jimin shifts uncomfortably under your eyes, he feels his chest tighten at your words, “and you saw me in her too.” You turn to J-Hope. “Right? Please tell me I’m-” you whisper the last part, “I’m not crazy.”

“You’re not crazy.” Hoseok answers you immediately, looking at you with a guilty expression.

Jungkook is nodding up and down at you rapidly.

“I was with you..” Jin walks over to you, but stops before he gets too close, “It felt so real...I was there with you on the cliff…” his eyes are so sad it makes tears well up in your eyes.

“How is this even possible…” Jimin speaks up, “I just don’t understand.” Jimin looks upset. He doesn’t want to believe any of this, none of it makes sense to him.

You can see the pain in their faces clearly. You feel like you’ve done something horrible. All you wanted to do was meet your idols and thank them for making your life better, but you ended up making their lives worse, and you don’t know how or why.

You rub your eyes before you start crying again, “I’m sorry. I should go home, it’s-" you check your phone screen. “One thirty in the morning?! I should leave!”

You jump as the room fills with protests from the men. They all quickly stop as soon as they start. You all stare at each other.

Namjoon takes charge. “How did you get here? We can have a driver take you home! We have to go to the hotel now, before you go home, we can finish talking there.” There is a finality to his words.

You stand there wide eyed, ‘hotel’?

---

So now you sit alone in the back of a large car with four managers. They have given you forms to fill out. A stack of papers full of NDAs. You felt like you were signing your life away. You wanted to tell them to take you home, but you stayed silent, you didn’t want to cause anymore trouble.

You follow the managers through the hotel into an elevator, to the top floor. They lead you into a massive penthouse and shut the door behind you. Jungkook is already inside waiting for you. He’s still in his fanmeet clothes, the other men were still showering and changing, he couldn’t wait any longer to see you again, for a chance to be with you alone.

You stand in the center of the room, unsure of what to do. Alone with the idol, your nerves skyrocket again.

Jungkook slowly makes his way closer to you. He stands in front of you, mirroring much like the way he stood in front of you at the fanmeet, his arms rock nervously by his sides. He bends down a little bit closer to you, and offers you a lopsided smile. “Hey beautiful.”

You shut your eyes, you can’t bear to look at him, you can’t accept that he just said that to you. His words make you ache inside.

The idol waits and gives you space, feeling shy. You can’t take it, his words throw your thoughts into a whirlwind, you want him back, you want what you had together again. You and the idol are worlds apart, but the Jungkook you had felt when your hands touched, he was your entire world.

“Please.” You beg him, offering your hand to him. You don’t know what you’re asking for, you don’t know what touching him will accomplish. You feel just so alone, exhausted from fighting against everything you’re feeling, Jungkook all but gave you permission to give in.

He smiles at you, places his palm against yours. It feels so good, so warm. He clasps his fingers around yours, reaches for your waist with his other hand and pulls you against him with one fell swoop. You already know why, you wrap your free arm around his neck and hold him to you. You can feel his heart beating wildly against you, you know he must feel yours as well. He rests his forehead on yours. It’s there again, that spark that explodes inside you, threatening to detonate all your sense of reason. Neither of you move, frozen in dance. He begins to hum a tune, a tune that pulls a smile from you-

The door opens and you jump to sit on the edge of the couch, much to Jungkook’s displeasure.

The rest of the group files into the large hotel room, they are all changed into more comfortable clothes. They look clean and refreshed, you realize just how tired and achy your body feels, you want to take a shower too.

Namjoon gives the youngest a hard look, “You didn’t change. You were in here the whole time? After we said we’d speak to her all together. How long were you alone with her? I told you-“

“I arrived only a couple minutes ago, nothing happened.” You interject, feeling the need to defend the youngest member.

Namjoon looks at you surprised. “Your Korean is good.”

You start to feel shy again, “Not really,” you speak in English instead.

“Okay, so let’s figure this out.” Namjoon starts, “Jungkook, do you want to go first?”

“Wait!” Taehyung interjects, “I thought-Joon don’t you want to hold her hand?”

You stiffen. Namjoon goes red, “I-first let’s gather information.”

Taehyung goes to stand. You recoil in your seat. You turn to Namjoon, pleading, “I can’t-I can’t do it again.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Tae-”

“Says you, you already got to touch her-”

“And that’s why I’m telling you not to do it-”

“No one is touching her-”

“Joon, can you please talk some sense into them-”

“Can we please focus-”

“If you get anywhere near her I’m punching you in the face-”

“Can we all just calm down-”

“I’ll punch you in the face-”

“No one is punching anyone!”

“I thought we were supposed to be talking this out, not starting fights-“

“I knew this was a bad idea-”

“How am I supposed to talk it out when I don’t even know what it is-”

They all talk so fast and over each other you can barely understand anything they are saying, but you know it’s not anything good. This is getting nowhere. “I-I’m so tired, I should really go home. I need to shower. Today has been...a long day.”

“You can stay in one of the rooms! We have the whole floor-Ow!” Jimin hits Jungkook in the shoulder.

“I-I need to go to the bathroom.” You feel trapped again. You go to stand and you feel a hand tug on yours, it’s Yoongi. “Take a deep breath. Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. You should at least rest before we take you home.”

You bite your lip, looking around at the men. Jungkook looks at you with hopeful eyes.

“....Okay.”

“I’ll take her!” Jin, Yoongi, and Jungkook speak in unison. They look between one another. Jin, stands up, “I’ll take her.”

You silently follow him out, hearing the boys start conversing again behind you. You stay behind him as he walks down the hall. Your face heats up again as you stare at the idol’s back. Is this really happening to you? You should leave.

Jin takes a keycard out of his pocket and opens the door, holding it open for you. You walk in, it’s smaller than the other room, still larger than any hotel room you’ve ever been in. Jin picks up the suitcase from the middle of the room.

“I’ll find another room to stay in.” You feel your chest tightening again at his words. “Rest now, y/n, and then we can get to the bottom of this in the morning,” he smiles down at you. His eyes linger on you, about to speak again but he decides it’s better to wait.

You tug at his hoodie as he goes to leave. “I…” you want to tell him not to leave you alone, “I don’t have any clothes to change into.”

“Oh, I can give you some of my clothes!” You bite your lip as you watch Jin set his suitcase on the bed and rummage through his clothes. He pulls out a collection of hoodies, shirts and pants, way too many clothes for one sleeping outfit.

“Thank you…” you walk with him to the door. He lingers there with you.

“This...this is a good thing.” You cock your head to the side, Jin pats your head, “I found you after all.” And with that he leaves you to your thoughts.

---

After showering you feel so much better. You stand in your towel, looking around at the room. 'This must be a dream,' you think. Your hands run over the stack of Jin’s clothes. This stack probably costs more than all the clothes you’ve ever bought in your entire life, you think. You sigh and pull on a shirt and sweatpants, and decide to throw on a hoodie too for good measure. You start to laugh as you look at yourself in the hotel room’s mirror. You’re sure you're going to wake up tomorrow and this will all be a wild dream. You’re about to settle into bed when you hear a knock.

Jungkook stands in the hallway. He stares at you with wide eyes before looking at his feet. “I brought you clothes to wear.”

“Oh,” you look at him shocked.

“I see someone already gave you theirs,” he looks crestfallen.

“Yeah, Jin took care of that.” You pull on the strings of the hoodie in embarrassment.

“Oh well for tomorrow morning, you can wear this.”

You don’t have the heart to tell him Jin gave you enough clothes to cover an entire week. “Thank you. I’ll wear it tomorrow.”

“Okay...good.”

You hold your breath. You want to keep talking to him. “Your English is good, you sound like an American now.”

Jungkook smiles, too shy to meet your eyes. “Thank you.”

“You can speak in Korean too, I understand. I am not that good at speaking it, but I guess now is the best time to practice.” You laugh. Jungkook nods at you, his smile growing wider.

“Goodnight, beautiful.” He winks at you. You feel your heart tighten at his words.

“Jungkook!” He turns back around. “Um, sweet dreams.”

Jungkook looks you over. “Can I?”

“Huh?” He steps closer to you, you stay still. He reaches his arms out and wraps them around you in a hug. His head rests on the top of your head as he holds you close to him. It feels like you remember, his embrace feels the same. You grip onto the material of his long sleeve shirt. He holds you closer. All you can smell and feel is Jungkook.

Jungkook holds you close to him. He doesn’t know how to feel. His heart aches in anguish over the thought of losing you again. He doesn’t want to let you go.

In his arms you feel so safe, you relax against him. A wave of sleepiness crashes over you. Jungkook helps you into bed.

“I’ll come get you in the morning.” He runs his hands over your forehead. The intimate gesture doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but you're too tired to react. Your heart is full. Is this what true love feels like?

---

You stretch in your bed. Your muscles ache, you feel good after a night's rest. You snuggle into your pillow, it’s so fluffy and soft, softer than you’re used to, you pull your covers closer to you. You notice the large sleeves of your hoodie, and your sleepiness drains away. It’s not your bed, and that’s not your hoodie. You sit up, looking around the unfamiliar room, you feel like you’ve been doused with cold water. Everything from the night before comes back to you. You pull the covers over your head, so much for a good morning.

You grab your phone. You have a text message: ‘call me when you get home <3’ and two missed calls. You bury your head into the pillows. You're about to call back when there is a knock at the door.

“One minute!” You change into Jungkook’s clothes, a black long sleeve shirt and black sweatpants. Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you decide to change your pants for one of Jin’s joggers.

“Hey!” You expected Jungkook to greet you, this was not who you expected.

"Hello." The deep voiced singer stands in front of you. You stare back at him. He walks into your room and takes a seat on the bed. You close the door behind you and walk over to Taehyung.

“I’m so sorry about last night! I would have never touched you without your permission. I’m sorry I made you feel uncomfortable, I’m so sorry. I just-I just needed to find out. I have to. I know you’re scared, I’m scared too...Jungkook and I talked last night and he told me what happened, he said it was more than just memories, it’s like...an awakening. I mean, that’s so cool. If we had another life together, wouldn’t you want to know? Please y/n, I feel like I’m going crazy not knowing-“

“Speak slower please, I’m still a beginner!” You laugh.

“Sorry! Please y/n, please. Before the others wake up.”

You sigh, sitting next to him. “I think Jungkook is leaving out very important information...”

You continue, “We not only lived, we died.” You shut your eyes and wrap your arms around you, “I’ve lived and I’ve died 5 times now. It’s horrible, it’s heartbreaking, it’s not something you can just forget.”

Taehyung sits quietly. “Do you regret it?”

You bite your lip. Do you regret it? You feel it still, the warmth of their love for you. The way they loved you, the way you loved them. Would you give that memory up? Even the lingering feelings in your body are stronger than anything you’ve ever felt in your lifetime. Could you let it go now that you know what you’re missing?

Taehyung presses, “Jungkook says he's happy it happened.”

You inhale sharply. You have to make him see. “Jungkook died in my arms. He died after we tried so hard to run away together.” Taehyung eyes widen. “He was murdered...” You shudder, Taehyung stays silent. “Is that the kind of ‘awakening’ you want?”

He raises a hand to his mouth, stroking his chin. “He didn’t tell me about that...” And then he says something that makes your heart stop. “And he still said he's happy it happened, that he doesn't want to forget about you y/n.”

“Please, I want to try, I think it would be worth it, you’ll be worth it.”

‘Why did he have to say that,’ you wince, looking over at the idol. He is beautiful, way out of your league, above you in every way, and he’s looking back at you like his whole world hangs in the balance. How could you reject him now. You groan.

You stand up. You place your palm in front of his face, your fingers splayed out, you can see his wide excited eyes in the gaps between them. You look at him expectantly. Taehyung nods, places his palm to yours, interlocking your fingers together.

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Uh-oh the boys don’t want to let you go now! I hope you liked this chapter as much as I liked writing it! It’s kind of cool, all the different worlds. I neverrrr thought I’d write an actiony spy enemies to lovers AU ever, trust. I had to get a lot of help with all the specific terminology, like me - guns - what - totally clueless, I just hope I did the story justice.

Hopefully this tides you over for awhile because we have a problem...I don’t remember anything about Tae’s handshake! Cries. I know what’s supposed to happen, but I also have no idea what happens lol. I know movie, but not movie name, if you get what I’m saying. Please bestow some patience on me for the next chapter. Asks are always open, maybe you can give me some inspiration! <3

#bts soulmate au #bts fantasy au #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts smut #bts angst #bts x reader #ot7 x reader #reader x ot7 #bts enemies to lovers #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #min yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfiction #yoongi angst

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yeah-all-of-it · 3 years ago

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I’ve had this headcanon for awhile now about Ian and Mickey starting a family and since I’m becoming more comfortable with writing, I thought I’d turn it into a fic. Enjoy!

A Life Changing Gift

“Debs, are you sure you understand what you’re offering right now?,” Ian questions, feeling a bit skeptical.

It is Debbie after all. Sometimes she’s perfectly pleasant and reasonable, other times she can be a raging bitch. But, she is his sister and he can’t imagine her offering something this monumental only to renege after they’ve gotten their hopes up. And she’s definitely mellowed out since they didn’t end up selling the house and she didn’t have to find a new place to live.

Ian and Debbie are sitting at the kitchen table in the Gallagher house. She had called him over to look at a cut Franny had gotten playing in the backyard. Wasn’t sure if it needed stitches and thought Ian could use his past medical training to check it out. In reality, it was barely a scratch. Ian should have known at that point Debbie was up to something, especially when she invited him to stay for coffee.

“Ian, I’ve been thinking a long time about this. Came up with the idea months ago but wanted to be completely sure before I said anything,” Debbie explains.

“Yeah, but, Debbie. This is fuckin’ huge. Think about how hard it’ll be on you-“

“I’ve already thought about all that shit, Ian. I’ve been through it before, you know. It’s really not that bad,” Debbie assures him.

Debbie seems sincere. Like she’s really considered every angle, every downside, upside, and in-between. He’s trying to keep his excitement reined in because he still has to convince Mickey that this is a good idea, which could be easier said than done.

“Listen,” Debbie says. “You don’t have to say anything now. Go home, talk it over with Mickey. You can even bring him over here and we can all talk about it if you want. No pressure.”

They both stand from the table and Ian goes to give her a hug.

“Wait, what the fuck are you doing?” Debbie jokes. “Thought you hated me and that we don’t do hugs anymore.” She laughs, and Ian knows she’s remembering how tense things were a year ago when she thought she’d be homeless and alone and she lashed out at all her siblings.

“Would you just fuckin’ come here?” Ian smiles warmly and holds his arms out.

She steps into his embrace and he just holds his little sister. Sometimes he still likes to imagine her as that sweet little girl that was always helping people. Always loving people, sometimes so much she would get hurt. It would kill him to see the tears in her eyes.

Sometimes, he sees glimpses of that caring little girl in the jaded woman she’s become. Like when she pretended to be the bride at his wedding; staying in the kitchen, missing the whole ceremony, just so he and Mickey could get married without any problems from the homophobes at the venue. And now, when she’s offering this selfless and life changing gift to them.

Ian whispers into her hair, hair that’s the same vibrant shade of red as his own, “I don’t even know what to say, Debs. Just… thank you.”

Debbie gives him one more big squeeze before pulling away. “You’re welcome. Now, go home and convince your husband to let me have his baby.”

———

“No fuckin’ way, NO fuckin’ way!” Mickey exclaims. “No way am I bangin’ your little sister.”

Mickey hops up on the counter, takes a long chug of the Old Style in his hand.

“Mick,” Ian sighs, leaning up against the opposite counter. “That’s not how it works. You would basically jerk off in a cup and she’d use a turkey baster, in the privacy of her own room,” he emphasizes,” to… place the sperm where they need to go.”

“Don’t you need like, a doctor or some shit to do that?” Mickey asks incredulously.

“Well, you can use a doctor but it’s expensive. This way is free,” Ian clarifies.

Mickey is clearly churning the idea around in his brain. Finally speaks.

“I thought we were just gonna like, find a fuckin’ kid that didn’t have parents or somethin’.”

“We can do that too, one day. Ya know, if we like the first one enough to do it again,” Ian says lightheartedly, slight grin, trying to calm Mickey.

Ian steps toward Mickey, placing his hips between Mickey’s knees, resting his hands on his thighs, rubbing softly.

Ian continues. “Think about it though, Mick. This baby would be us, you and me. It’s the closest we can get since we don’t exactly have the right stuff to do it on our own. He or she would have your DNA and, through Debbie, a little of mine too.”

Mickey beams at this, wraps his arms around his husband’s shoulders. “It would be kinda fun to have a little version of us runnin’ around,” Mickey admits. “You know a kid that’s part Milkovich and part Gallagher is bound to be a little shit though, right?” Mickey jokes, smiling at the thought.

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Ian quips, leaning in and planting a sweet kiss on his smiling husband’s lips.

Ian pulls back from the kiss and asks seriously, “So. Do you wanna do this?”

“Yeah. Yeah I do. What about you?” Mickey questions.

“Fuck yeah, I do. Let’s call Debs right now.”

———

“I’ve done a lot of research about this. You guys know it might not work on the first try right? Don’t want you to be frustrated or disappointed if it doesn’t work this month. Doesn’t mean it won’t ever work, but it can take a little time,” Debbie explains.

They are sitting in the Gallagher living room the day they are making their first attempt at insemination.

“Yeah, we know, Debs. Don’t worry,” Ian replies. “We’re not in a hurry.”

“Okay, good. Keeping your expectations reasonable is good,” she says. “I’ve also been tracking my basal body temperature and took an ovulation test, so today is my most fertile da-“

Mickey interrupts, “Thanks, Dr. Gallagher, but we don’t need all the gory details. Now where do I jerk off? Hey Ian, you gonna gimme a hand, man?” Mickey clicks his tongue and bounces his eyebrows playfully.

“Ugh, no gory details, right? Let’s just keep all the personal shit to ourselves okay?” Debbie requests.

“Yeah, this is already awkward enough. Don’t need to make it weirder,” Ian agrees and eyes Mickey scoldingly.

Ian and Mickey are forced to go into the bathroom because Lip and Tami live there now and their old bedroom is now Fred and the baby’s room. They’re not home but it would be uncomfortable seeing Fred’s little toddler bed, his stuffed animal collection staring at them while Mickey gets off. So, bathroom it is.

“Listen, Mickey,” Ian explains. “I’ll help, but we are keeping this clinical. Short and sweet. We can fuck at home later for fun; this needs to be done with a purpose, a goal. Debbie’s waiting.”

“Ugh, Jesus, man, why you gotta bring up Debbie? Doesn’t exactly make this process easier to think of her waiting in her room to squir-“

“Okaaayy, focus Mick,” Ian interrupts before that sentence goes any further.

Ian yanks down Mickey’s pants and gets to work. He knows exactly how Mickey likes it to make him come quickly. It works and Mickey finishes into the bulb of the turkey baster in record time.

Ian wipes off the edges and walks it to Debbie’s room, knocking on the door. She opens it just enough to stick her arm out and Ian places the bulb in her hand. Ian hears her say, “Uh, you guys can go home. I’ll text you later,” and shuts the door.

On their way back to the Westside, Ian’s phone dings. He picks it up and reads the text from Debbie out loud. “Transfer is complete.”

“What now?” Mickey asks.

“We wait,” Ian answers.

———

“It should have worked by now, right?” Mickey asks, an edge of concern in his voice. “I mean, it’s been almost 4 months. What if like, my fuckin’ swimmers don’t work or somethin’?”

Ian tries to calm Mickey down, rubbing his arm that’s slung across Ian’s belly. It’s midnight and they really should be asleep but Mickey’s spiraling over the whole surrogacy thing.

“Mick, this is normal. We knew it could take awhile. There’s no need to freak out yet,” Ian assures. “What’s all this about, anyway? All the worry.”

“Just… I know it took a long time for me to even wanna have kids. Then you had to convince me to do this shit, to be okay with Debbie carrying my baby. Fuck, that still sounds creepy as hell. But anyway, I know I wasn’t on board with everything at first, but now? Ian, I’m so fuckin’ excited to have a baby with you. To be a dad with you. It’s just hard to wait, that’s all. And then I think… what if it doesn’t happen? What if this whole plan just fuckin’ fails? Then what?”

“Then, we come up with another plan,” Ian assures. “I wanna raise kids with you too, Mickey, so fuckin’ much. I wanna give them the childhood we never got to have. I wanna take them to the beach with you, I want us to play blocks on the living room floor, and read bedtime stories together. All that shit. It’ll happen, Mickey. One way or another, we’ll make it happen.”

Ian snuggles Mickey closer, kisses him on the top of the head, and they fall asleep in each other’s arms.

They are woken up by Ian’s obnoxious ringtone at 6:00 am, well before they have to be up for work.

“Who the fuck is calling this goddamn early? Better be fuckin’ important,” Mickey grumbles while rubbing his eyes.

It’s Debbie.

“Hey, Debs!” Ian says with fake cheerfulness, still half asleep. “What’s up?”

“There’s two lines!” she screams on the other end of the phone.

“Okay?” Ian replies.

“There’s TWO lines!” she repeats, emphasizing the word two.

“I don’t know what the fuck that means, Debs. Two lines where?” Ian questions.

“On the pregnancy test, dipshit! It’s positive! I’m pregnant!” she yells.

Ian bolts upright in bed. Mickey grumbles “what the fuck” under his breath, eyes still half closed.

“Holy fuck! It’s positive?” Ian exclaims. “It worked?

Mickey’s up now too. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“Debs! Thank you! I love you! I’ll call you back later!” Ian says, unable to hold in his excitement.

He hangs up the phone. Turns and looks at Mickey. “It worked. She’s pregnant,” Ian practically whispers, unable to believe it. Ian sees tears well up in Mickey’s eyes and, for only the second time Ian has ever witnessed, they spill out onto his cheeks.

———

“Damn, you look like a beached whale, Debbie,” Mickey observes.

Debbie gives him a dirty look but chooses to keep her mouth shut.

She’s a week past her due date so they are at the clinic today to make sure everything is good. Debbie is up on the table and Ian and Mickey are sitting in the two available chairs when the doctor comes in.

“Hi, Debbie! Hi, Dads!” she says cheerfully. “So we are going to measure your belly and do a quick ultrasound just to make sure your amniotic fluid looks good.” Mickey grimaces at the term “amniotic fluid”. “I’ll have her back in a jiffy, guys!” the doctor says as she whisks Debbie out of the room.

They spent the last 6 months getting everything they needed for their new baby. Tami even threw them a shower where they got clothes, bottles, a swing, a carseat, and about a billion diapers. They decorated the nursery in light gray bedding with tiny white stars. Gender neutral because they want to be surprised. They have everything ready, all they need is the baby who is taking its sweet time.

Around 20 minutes has passed when the doctor pokes her head in the door.

“Sooo, I have some news. Debbie’s water broke while we were doing her ultrasound and her contractions started coming really fast. From what I’ve been told, her first delivery was pretty quick so we’re transporting her to the hospital just down the road, just to be safe. You are welcome to head over there now. I will be delivering so I’ll see you guys there!” and her head pops out as quickly as it appeared.

Ian and Mickey just look at each other, stunned. Finally Mickey regains his senses and breaks the silence. “Well, let’s fuckin’ go!”

They finally make it to the OB floor after a couple wrong turns inside the hospital. A nurse points them to Debbie’s room and they walk in when she’s in the middle of a pretty intense contraction. Once it subsides, she greets them and informs the epidural is on its way.

Once it’s been administered and Debbie is blissfully pain free, she asks, “Do you guys want to be in the delivery room?”

They both look at each other. “I hadn’t really thought about it,” Ian replies.

“Fuck, no,” Mickey says. “I don’t wanna see that shit.”

“Mick, you don’t have to watch. We can stand up by her head. Hold her hand. Be supportive since she’s bringing our baby into this world.” Ian turns to Debbie. “Are you sure you don’t mind? We understand if you want to keep things private.”

“Ian. I gave birth to Franny on our kitchen table in front of… like, everyone. Kev saw my vagina. V saw my vagina. Fuckin’ Sean saw my vagina. Trust me, I don’t care if you two are in the room.”

Ian looks at Mickey. “Fuck… fine. We can be in there,” Mickey relents.

A nurse comes in to check Debbie and informs her she’s 100% effaced and 10cm dilated. It’s go time. Things move at a quick pace after that. More nurses come in, turning on extra lights, bringing in supplies, wheeling in the heated bassinet.

Ian and Mickey stand side by side to Debbie’s left, Ian holding her hand, while she pushes. It’s fast. She only pushes for ten minutes before they hear cries and the doctor’s holding the baby in her hands, declaring, “it’s a girl!”

The next thing they know, a nurse is throwing a clean blanket over Mickey’s chest, and another nurse walks over and places the baby, his daughter, in his arms, blood, vernix, and all. Ian expects him to be grossed out but Mickey just stares in awe at this beautiful baby. This baby that looks like him in the face, but has a head of red hair.

Ian steps up to Mickey and wraps an arm around his shoulders, placing his other under Mickey’s arms that are holding their daughter. There is not a dry eye in the room. Ian and Mickey are crying, Debbie is crying, even the doctor and nurses are crying.

The next hour or so is spent getting the baby, and Debbie, cleaned up and dressed. They take the baby and run the normal tests and give her a vitamin k shot.

Once Debbie is in a room, the nurse brings the baby in to her dads. Ian sits in the rocking chair snuggling her while she sleeps and Mickey is right next to them.

Debbie just gazes at this new little family from her spot in bed. “So,” she finally says. “What are you naming her?”

Ian and Mickey just smile at each other before Ian responds, “Debbie, meet Margaret Laura Gallagher-Milkovich. Maggie for short.”

Debbie’s eyes tear up. “You guys gave her my middle name?”

Mickey surprisingly fields this question. “We wanted her to be named after the person that’s responsible for her bein’ here. For helping’ create her for us. I know I give you a lotta shit, but I love ya, and I appreciate the fuck outta you, Debbie.”

“Aww, Mickey, I love yo-“ she begins before being interrupted.

“Don’t get fuckin’ used to it. I’m emotional today,” he snaps with feigned grumpiness. Then smiles at her.

They let Debbie snuggle her for a bit before being released by the pediatrician to take her home. Thankfully they had already installed the infant seat in their car so they were prepared.

They walk through the door of their apartment 30 minutes later. Ian sets the carrier down and picks the baby up out of it, snuggling her tiny body to his chest before passing her off to Mickey.

“I’m not sure what you were so worried about, you’re a natural, Mickey,” Ian says as he gazes at his handsome husband tenderly cradling their beautiful baby girl.

They walk over to the sofa and sit down, thinking about the whirlwind of a day. Not knowing when they got up this morning to take Debbie to the clinic that by evening, they’d be holding their daughter in their arms.

Ian wraps Mickey’s shoulders with his arm, places his hand on their swaddled baby and says, “Welcome home, Maggie Gallagher-Milkovich. Your dads love you so much.”

#gallavich fic #ian and mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #debbie gallagher #post season 11

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parkers-gal · 4 years ago

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hi love, could you do something where tom and styles!reader go out for a date night and harry watches their kids?

hi combined this with another request, hope u don’t mind

requests: Can you write something about Tom and y/n sneaking away from their kids to have some “alone time” and then they get questioned when they come back

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“You know they’re not gonna be happy.”

“Love,” Tom groans, spinning around while he adjusts his bowtie. “They’re gonna be fine. Besides, they’re with your brother.”

You nod, slipping on your left shoe. It’s date night, for the first time in almost a year. Scarlet is now two, and Jade has finally started sleeping through the nights. When your doctor said everything was okay, you and Tom took the opportunity to plan a date as soon as possible, calling in Harry to play babysitter for the night.

“Yeah but what if they get fussy or something?”

Tom chuckles, making his way over to you and crouching down in front of you, taking your hands in his. “Just enjoy the night? For me?”

You smile thankfully, knowing he’s right and that you should just let loose a little. Your hand cups his cheek, pulling him in for a sensual kiss. He nearly groans, but the doorbell rings and you’re standing up faster than he can muster. He groans in annoyance and you giggle, making your way to the front door.

“Hey, H.” You smile, bringing him in for a hug. He smiles, returning the hug before waving at Tom who stands near the stairwell. The girls come running towards the front door and suddenly, Harry is on the ground, engulfing them in hugs and picking them up playfully.

You smile at the image, and Tom comes closer to you, hand on the small of your back, kissing your cheek. When Harry finally calms down, you’re grabbing a bag of supplies Harry might need while the girls are out of the house.

“Have fun,” He says. “But not too much” You roll your eyes at your brother, getting ready to say goodbye to the girls.

“Mummy I don’t wanna go.” Scarlet whines, hands tugging on your dress. You pout.

“Only for a few hours, baby, okay?”

She pouts, but nonetheless, gives you a large hug before stumbling over to Tom.

“How’s my best girl?” He tickles her sides, holding her against him. She giggles, her mood lightening, and Tom coos at her again. “Will you be good for uncle Harry?”

She nods furiously, and When Tom offers her his pinkie,she immediately returns the gesture, their pinkies intertwining in a promise. “Good.” He says against the cheek of her skin, kissing it softly, before setting her on the ground. She stands by Harry’s legs, and Harry hands you Jade.

The same thing happens again, until ten minutes are down the drain and they’re driving away in Harry’s Subaru. As you get ready to head to a restaurant downtown, you can only hope you’ll have enough time to do everything you want to do tonight.

You’re back a little later than anticipated, which doesn’t leave much time for you and Tom do get down to real business. He’s kissing you passionately, hands low on your back. Yours are feverishly removing his bowtie, fingers getting lost in his hair. He moans out into your mouth, and eventually your tongue slips in.

Before you can get any further, however, the doorbell is ringing obnoxiously and you’re forced to pull apart. Tom is left to calm down a bit, and you make your way to the front door, adjusting your lipstick as best you can.

Just as you open the door, Scarlet rushes in, almost knocking you off your feet. Harry shrugs apologetically, but you thank him nonetheless for keeping them out an extra hour longer.

“Mummy!” She cheers, making grabby hands for you. You carry her just as Tom walks into the room, adjusting his trousers. “I missed you!” “Missed you too, bubba.” You smile, kissing her cheek. She frowns.

“Why’s daddy’s face all red?”

You turn to look at him, and he has your lipstick smeared all over his face You roll your eyes, licking a finger to wipe it off. He gets the message, adjusting as best he can. Harry eyes the two of you annoyingly.

“He just likes to play with mummy’s makeup sometimes, bub.” You lie to her.

“Where’s daddy’s bowtie?” Tom sucks in a breath, hands reaching for his neck, only to find the shirt bare of any neck accessory. “Uhm… It got… too… tight.” He scrambles out an excuse, and you almost palm your forehead.

“Yeah, mummy had to help him with it.”

Scarlet hums, and Harry takes this as a moment to interject. “I’m gonna go put Jade down to sleep.” He holds the baby girl up a little, indicating she’s already asleep in his arms. You smile with a thankful nod, and Tom kisses Jade’s forehead before Harry takes her upstairs.

Scarlet is still suspicious, but she’s just as giggly and curious as ever. You sit down in the armchair, Tom grabbing a pillow to place over his lap while you talk with your daughter.

“Mummy, why can’t daddy hold me?”

“He has…. A sore lap, baby.”

Her brows furrow. “Pillow?” She motions towards it and you nod.

“It helps him out a little.”

She huffs, unsatisfied, but you pray she drops the subject. When Harry comes downstairs, you feel at least a little bit relieved. He eyes you and then Tom who nervously has a pillow over his lap, and he rolls his eyes.

“C’mon, Scarlet. Let’s go read a bedtime story.” He offers her his hand but she huffs again.

“No! I wanna stay with mummy!”

Tom pouts, even through his boner he feels bad, but luckily Harry is persistent.

“We can cuddle extra good if you come with me.” He tries another offer, smiling as she lights up like a tree, popping off your lap and coming with Harry. You giggle, turning to Tom.

He rolls his eyes, “Care to fix this?”

“Not my fault you’re needy.”

“It is too, your fault!” He huffs. “I haven’t had sexy time with you in forever!” He grumbles, and you laugh again.

“C’mon, you big baby.” You stand up, grabbing his hand. “We still have some time.”

“Not if your daughter grills us again.”

#tom holland x reader #dad!tom holland #husband!tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #tom holland oneshot #tom holland blurb #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x y/n #tom holland angst

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hilichurlrights · 3 years ago

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xinyan is so slept on I'm glad she gets the love she deserves here! also I've been trying to main kaeya for a while but cant quite match the dmg of some of my other dps characters :( if it's not to much trouble could you share ur favorite build if u have one or any tips on building a kaeya team :0?

No problem at all, I love talking about my favorite characters! Xinyan best girl, Kaeya best husband, IMO, since he’s free and pretty easy to build, and, you know, daddy issues, hot, same bestie. I find he can easily out-dps a lot of my other characters, but it can be tricky knowing how best to build him.

Anyone can check my builds on 4* characters at any time by checking my in-game profile, under the name 坟墓 (Graves). My UID is 614130026. Unfortunately my friends list is already full, but feel free to request a visit to my Serenitea Pot or message me here on Tumblr with questions about builds. For reference, I am NOT a whale, but I do purchase the $10 battle pass most months, which comes with a lot of resources and a few extra wishes, enabling me to level a lot of weapons and characters quickly.

Here’s my current build and team:

My Kaeya build is for physical dps. This is not a freeze team. Kaeya cleaves through small enemies in one or two hits, and produces consistent damage over time (DoT) against bosses. His auto-attacks hit between 3-8k, his charged attacks 5-10k, his short plunge attacks 10-15k, his skill 7-8k, and his ult 2-3k/hit repeated over time.

This team requires some initial setup (Zhongli skill, Barbara skill, Albedo skill, dps window), but little switching throughout, with long windows for Kaeya to do continuous damage. This build is weaker against enemies with physical resistance (i.e. the geovishap family), and is not viable on Spiral Abyss floors 9-10, since it takes too much time to break cryo shields.

Here’s some general tips for building Kaeya:

1. He’s best at physical dps, but he can excel in cryo support or even cryo dps with Chongyun’s cryo infusion. His auto-attack scaling is among the highest in the game, and his ult does some of the best DoT. His teleportation is exceptionally useful against interrupting enemies, or to pull him closer to enemies that are spread out.

2. With Summit Shaper, his ideal build is 2p gladiator, 2p physical, with Zhongli on the team. Albedo is good to buff shield strength and produce extra ticking geo damage. This does not work as a freeze team. Ideal 4th character is a damage booster (Mona, Bennett, Rosaria) or a healer, with cryo resonance for extra crit (Diona, Qiqi, Barbara). This team requires Zhongli, but can work (albeit less effectively) with another strong shielder, like Noelle or even Albedo with crystallize.

3. With Aquila Favonia or Primordial Jade Cutter (best weapons for Kaeya), his ideal build is 2p gladiator, 2p physical, and his team should include Lisa or another electro character for superconduct resistance shredding, a damage booster to keep up his DoT (Bennett, Mona, Rosaria), Albedo or Xingqiu for ticking damage, or hydro characters for a freeze team. This build does work for freezing enemies, as long as it does not include Albedo or Zhongli.

4. With Skyward Blade, Kaeya can use 2p gladiator 2p physical for a physical damage build, or 2p blizzard strayer 2p noblesse oblige for a cryo damage build. This build does work for freezing enemies, as long as it does not include Albedo or Zhongli. This build works for both dps and cryo support.

5. Among the 4* weapons, most imitate a 5* weapon and are used the same. Prototype Rancour (forgeable), The Flute (gacha), Sword of Descension (PlayStation only), and Black Sword (bp) stand in for Aquila Favonia or Summit Shaper. Festering Desire, Sacrificial Sword, and Favonius Sword are all good for cryo support builds. His best 4* weapons are Prototype Rancour (physical), The Black Sword, (hybrid), and Festering Desire (cryo).

6. Among 3* weapons, Cool Steel rivals some late-game weapons for cryo infusion/support. Harbinger of Dawn, Skyrider Sword, and Fillet Blade are good for early game, but should be replaced once you have a suitable 4* weapon.

7. Kaeya excels at freeze teams. He can be built for physical damage, but prefers a cryo dps build (4p blizzard strayer) with cryo infusion from Chongyun. Kaeya performs much better than the similar character Rosaria in this capacity. His ideal team is Chongyun, Xingqiu, and a damage booster (Bennett, Mona, or electro for superconduct). This team works with any cryo/hydro combination, but if reliant on Tartaglia, it may work better with Tartaglia hydro dps and cryo support Kaeya.

8. Kaeya does NOT play well with the following characters: dps Ganyu (her ult is good support for him, but he can’t support a long-range play style), Xiao (Kaeya’s ult has a hard time reaching enemies), Ningguang (again, ranged play style), Yanfei (ranged), and Klee (ranged). He can be used with them anyways, and I am a big supporter of do whatever you want, but be aware that other characters have better synergy.

That’s about all I have. Kaeya is complex to build because he has so much potential to do very different things, and with new weapons and characters coming out left and right, all this information is subject to change. Feel free to check back in about how my Kaeya’s doing in future updates, and good luck!

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin asks #genshin builds #genshin impact builds #ask me anything #not anon ask #thanks code!#kaeya #kaeya genshin impact #genshin impact kaeya #genshin kaeya #genshin advice #genshin tips #genshin impact tips #kaeya supremacy #lmao I tried to get Aquila Favonia and the banner said no it’s time for Xinyan to have a 5* weapon #long post #lmao not me rambling for like an entire hour about kaeya

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shesawriter39049 · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

SMUT/LIGHT ANGST

About-Just a casual lunch outing where Tae’s trying to do his job and your trying to get him off under the table with your shoe...nothing new!

OR- Tae and yourself are grabbing lunch at 71 Above, after checking out the last couple of venues for the company's end of the year Holiday party. While at said restaurant, it becomes a humbling reminder that the most important people in your life are essentially a secret...cute!

WC:5k

WARNINGS: Public sex -ish( A foot-job under the table) dirty talk, teasing, light edging, frontage (kinda), overstimulation, Tae comes in his YSL leather pants, mentions of Oral (Male receiving), Tae is somewhat submissive, whilst also being a little shit. “Baby boy/Good boy” Kink

DNA Era Tae meets 2020 Tae

Tae is her baby and also her Executive Assistant

He just wants to hold her hand tbh

NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….

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“So” Musing over your cocktail glass “Thoughts on the last place?”

Eyeing the man sitting across from you intently who’s clearly in the holiday spirit. Dressed in a deep red silk button-down, apparently, he’s taken a page out of Jimin’s book considering it’s barely buttoned, to begin with! Honestly, he’d be better off not even wearing one at all at this rate.

Smoky silver locks messily styled out of his face showcasing those bushy yet sculpted brows of his. One of your favorite past times has become watching Tae become more confident as he grows into himself. No longer finding the need to hide behind his long shaggy bangs, though you can’t; lie, you do kinda miss him looking like the puppy he truly is deep down. However this, version of Tae just hits different, your baby boy looks like a whole ass man and you’ll never get over it!

God the things you endlessly wanna do to him…..even after all these years....

You watch Tae sigh almost miserably over a mouthful of lobster mac which seems completely out of place considering the way the dish in question smells…“Honestly?”

Offering a curt nod, encouraging him to continue as you welcome yourself to his plate! The amount of cheese that’s trickling from your fork is actually disrespectful!

“It was cute, I liked how big the lot is, and more importantly how spaced out the spots are! You know how rich people get about people being too close to the damn cars!” Rolling his eyes as if he in he’s excluded from that category and you can’t help but scoff.

“Tae you technically are one of those people at this point. Just like...yesterday actually, you almost ripped Jackson’s balls off for bumping into your rearview mirror but carry on.” Flicking your fork in his direction, ignoring the sharp glare he sent your way in the process.

This time around I think both of his eyes managed to roll in different directions, again, Jimin’s wearing off on him! “Anyway, yeah, I don’t know, I liked the space, the exposed brick beams in the ceiling was cool. Kinda gave it a homey vibe which is fitting….”

You could hear it hanging off his tongue, he sounds very, “meh” about it, so you opt fil in the blank. “Butttt??”

“Butttt, I -It felt like...like I was forcing myself to like it…” Slouching down into his seat, features a little uneasy, as if him not liking the venue was a direct insult to the owner personally! You on the other hand you let out a bated breath that you weren’t even aware was being held, eyes wide shining with relief.

“Oh thank fuck” Hand slamming down absently along the table, “I thought it was just me, and I felt like such an ass too because-”

“They were so sweet” Came in unison, both of you almost cooing as you said it! Hands placed dramatically over your heart as you reclined against your chair.

“So sweet,” Tae parroted in a light pout,”I mean they were literally wearing matching loafers Y/n. Matching” Idly jading a fork into his side salad in a way that’s borderline concerning actually, a tad bit aggressive over there!

” But it just-I don’t know, I guess will always think like those broke college kids at heart” Flashing you a brief glowing smile that you can’t help but return, humming in agreeance.

“Which isn’t a bad thing, per say, the mentality definitely keeps us humbled! But there’s time and place for that attitude and honestly I just wasn’t feelin it! At least not in comparison to the others we’ve seen, it wasn’t fighting the vibe were going for. Regardless of how good the offer is” Shrugging over another mouth full of food and you there’s not much else for you to say because that was your consensus exactly.

Basically, once the two of you showed up, the cute little husband and wife duo offered you a deal which would essentially consist of them renting you the space for next to nothing. In exchange, they’d want you to post a couple of ads via your company and personal social media accounts as promo. Your initial thought outside of just thinking they were utterly adorable was how much money you’d save...but as Tae said, thankfully that’s not really a concern anymore, if you wanted you can get it!

Easily…discounts and barters aside, just a flick of the wrist and it’s yours!

“True, also can we just take a moment to talk about how aesthetically pleasing the Valentine was though?” Tossing your head back with a dramatic groan “I mean fuck you already know the way I feel about industrial spaces, the high, glass ceiling, all the greenery..” Eyes rolling to the back of your head with a slight moan…as you envision the space. Especially how moody and sexy the overall venue would look with thousands of lights cascading from the glass ceilings.

Clearly the venue was doing ....a lot for you right now!

Brow cocked at the blatant...enthusiasm surrounding the location in question “Mmm, well that’s something...interesting to add to the kink list, just when I thought I’d explored every avenue, but apparently not.” Voice low, teasing, head cocked to the side, a shit eating grin plastered along his lips, as he swirls his tongue along the tip of his straw in a way that’s……

“ I guess we’re adding “industrial spaces” to the list. Noted.” Smirking around his drink like the little shit he is!

Right, you may or may not have crossed your legs at the sudden drawl laced within his delivery but not before, kicking his shin with the tip of your heel, “You little shit” Rolling your eyes at the way he dramatically rubs the side of his leg, hitting you with straight puppy dog eyes as he pouts over at you as if you actually caused serious damage!.

Leaning forward a little so you don't have to try as hard to whisper, the notion has your breast essentially sitting on top of the table. Not that they weren’t already on full display in your dress or anything. Hand slipping beneath the table, landing on his kneecap. “What? Suddenly you don’t like a little pain?” Tone blatantly teasing whilst ghosting your nails agonizingly slow up his inner thigh, and his entire body goes rigid at the sensation. Tae’s always been extremely...

“God, your still so sensetive....” You weren’t intending for that to come out in the form of a moan but considering the one that fell from his lips in return...you ain’t mad about it! 100% dialed in to the way his eyes are fluttering, jaw tight, trying his damndest to play it cool, especially once the waitress makes eye contact silently asking if the two of you need anything. “Takes so little Hmm?”’

Flashing him a quick smile, waving her off for the time being, far too focused on another task to entertain anyone else right now! Only stopping your ministrations once your fingers land right beneath his balls.

“This place is very well lit, I like the hue, it’s casting a good soft-light, especially the way it’s bouncing off your complexion...” Eyes cascading against the ceiling, tone casual, until your eyes drop....

“You’d look so fuckin good, coming for me right now...” The words purr off your tongue, flashing him a cheeky little wink, and poor Taehyung chokes on his martini!

“You know how much you love being watched...I could have you making a mess all over yourself and no one would even know. ” Not even trying to hide the smirk playing on your lips when you can already feel the tension in the room rise. “My own little private show...” Eyes wicked as your fingers wander a little higher, gently pressing your palm down around his dick. Rubbing tauntingly, the touch isn't enough through the thick leather, however it does instantly make his length swell in the confines of his pants! We all know this….underwear is nonexistent in Tae’s world! “Kinda brings me back to our college days...” Teeth sinking into your bottom lip at the mere memory...you getting Tae off whilst in the lecture hall full of 300 plus students.

Regardless of the deer in headlights look flashing across his face his legs still spread apart, hips bucking forward because well as we just said...baby boy loves being watched. This however, prompts you to once again change positions, now digging your nails into the back of his thighs before letting the tips of your fingers tickle free. Coly bringing them back above surface to take another languid sip of your drink, tossing a strand of hair over your shoulder.

Ya know, I can’t say you’re surprised by his reaction, baby boy can dish it but sure can’t take it, neck and chest flushing to rival his shirt! Banging on his sternum in an attempt to reroute the liquor burning his lungs.

“Jesus-fuc-Y/n!” You have the nerve to hum inquisitively, only this time for his sanity he humors you! “Can you like not go from asulting me to-” Looking over his shoulder before dropping his voice down to a whisper “Stroking my dick, and offering to get me off under the table, all in the span of a nanosecond!?” The plea hissed through clenched teeth but the complaint was half hearted at most! Well aware his dicks already throbbing in his pants at the thought alone! “Fuck me” Sucking in a harsh breath, as he raked his fingers through his scalp.

“Well…” Tonguing at your inner cheek, eyes fluttering away as if you were in deep thought… “In my defense you kinda started it, bringing up my kink list like I don’t own a whole ass porn company!” Propping your chin on your palm, gaze locked and loaded “Like I wasn’t thinking about tainting that sweet innocent couple by letting them watch as I dropped to my knees, letting you fuc-”

“Y/n!” He actually attempts to sound almost applauded, like he doesn’t love how absolutely filthy your mouth is. However there’s a silent little “please” playing on his tongue, no matter how threatening he tried to sound.

You giggled, straight up giggled, reclining in your seat, amused, and somewhat satisfied so you let him be, for the time being anyway. Though you may have eaten your angel hair pasta in a very obscene manner, every now and then you’d sinfully suck the noodles through your overly glossed lips! However, if he dared to clock you on it you’d just simply note that it was your way of not messing up your makeup….

The two of you finish your lunch in comfortable silence, making small talk here and there, a mixture of work and bullshit until Tae’s phone goes off with a couple text notifications.

A low hum rattling in the back of his throat as he eyes the message from Hoseok. Subconsciously Tae reaches across the table, intertwining your fingers before bringing your knuckles up to his lips. Grazing them with his lips casually as he scrolls through his phone.

“Alright baby, so, I have a list ready, we have a couple brands that wanna work with us for the party. Seoks already narrowed it down to the ones that are actually worth discussing however-“

Honestly, it took both of you a minute to even realize what was going on, the skinship was second nature at this point. It wasn’t until his thumb grazed over your wedding band that the notion even resonated! Tae and yourself were a good two drinks in, feelin all warm and fuzzy and got caught up in the moment! Temporarily forgetting that you were in the middle of a restaurant in Downtown LA! Forgetting that the Kim currently caressing your knuckles and calling you baby is not the one you're technically married to! It may seem minor in retrospect, but you’ve always tried to stop yourselves from getting comfortable, with being comfortable in certain locations if that makes sense! You slip up one to many times and the next thing you know it happening in the office or on the red carpet!

Taehyung’s eyes grow almost comically wide, straight panic flashes over those big brown orbs of his and your heart sinks as you watch his head whip around, checking to make sure no one caught the interaction. It was almost painful how quickly he disconnected from you as his entire face dropped and no, just no!

“Hey...hey no it’s fine, it’s like 2 in the afternoon on a Tuesday! Not to mention we’re tucked in a booth in the corner ,we’re good, nobody heard or saw you…” Voice calm and quiet, trying to come off comforting, flashing him a weary smile. Reaching across the table to thumb at his palm, and it would be a lie to say you didn't also check over your shoulder before hand as well’

A dry almost bitter chuckle leaves his throat as he flinches away, tossing the fork down on his plate sliding it halfway across the table indicating he is more than done eating. Flicking the bridge of his nose with his index finger, jaw twitching, “Yeah, lucky me huh? I actually got to hold your hand for all of two seconds before we realized I’m techionally not allowed to do that unless were in fuckin I don’t know Alaska!”

He’s agitated, and with every right to be, even if he is being a little dramatic. Thankfully he’s keeping his voice low, but you can feel how tight his throat is, the amount of grit laced within his tenor has your eyes bugging out of there socket.

“Bab- “ It was a reflex, whenever he’s upset it’s just what falls from your lips, and he gives you a look, almost as if to say “How fucking dare you” ! The level of hurt the pet name just rendered within his eyes is-

Eyes sharp, brows furrowed “Noo, nooo, we literally just went through this. That’s not the way it works for us in this kinda setting” Flailing his arms around to reference the restaurant. “Wrong Kim” Well damn. “So it's Tae in public remember!?” Brow quirked accusingly, he’s abating this entire situation, almost like he wants you to snap, a second away from whisper yelling! “ Or maybe I should say Taehyung, hell just use my full government while your at it. Let’s make it real impersonal, Mr. Kim maybe?” Head cocked to the side as if he’s being genuine and not a total smartass right now.

You-he’s ...hurt, and you get that, hell you respect that, but Lunch at 71 Above is not the time or place for this conversation. You’re trying to approach this on a more rational level, however the condescending delivery is making it hard, and your only human. Eyes rolling to the back of your head before you can even catch yourself and that little gesture seems to be what officially set him off!

You can physically see the tension within his face... “I’m gonna go get some air, I might actually call a Uber or somethin,.” The words trailed off his lips low in mumbled but clear enough to be heard because that’s ultimately what he wanted to begin with.

There was something in his eyes you couldn’t read, a combination of anger/hurt mixed another emotion you can’t quite pinpoint! But whatever it is, you fuckin hated it! Throat running painfully dry as watch him slide his chair out and even though realistically you know at max he’s headed home...Still the gesture alone is gut wrenching because you know this runs deeper than just this situation!

“Tae” His name leaves your throat as more of a warning, reaching up to take an almost possessive grip on his wrist. Fingertips landing on the edge of his Cartier bracelet, the one you're both wearing actually, same arm and all!

A deep labored breath shutters from his chest at the contact, thighs feelin like a newborn fawn, gaze hesitantly meeting yours. “Tae, baby” Daring to use the endearment again regardless of your current surroundings “Sit back down so I can order us dessert and we can discuss whatever you want...just-please” The ending whisked off your tongue so faint your almost wondering if he even heard you!

Taehyung narrows his eyes, teeth clenched, tongue nudging his inner cheek! “I’m not really in the mood for cake right now Y/n. To be honest I just wanna leave” You know he’s aiming for dry but instead he lands somewhere around defeated , which makes it even worse. You’re both well aware this is not truly about cake, it’s about his constant need to run away from shit!

Sliding your fingers down his wrist, interlocking your fingers, giving them a firm squeeze. Eyes locked with his “Then you can get whatever you want, but I need you to just be here right now, I really, really need you to sit here, and just breathe through this with me.”

He’s know what your really asking is for him not to run away for once!

A faint little “Whatever” Leaves his lips and then he’s dead silent, silent as he slides his chair out, remaining as such for what feels like hours, and it has your heart beating painfully hard against your ribcage. It’s almost like he’s not even here, eyes fixated on some random painting on the opposite side of the restaurant, chewing at his inner cheek until....

“I’m sorry…” He admits after a baited breath, stroking your palm with his thumb gently, you can see him working over his thought’s in his head before speaking. ”I can’t - fuck I never know when I’m going to get all in my feels with shit like this, sometimes it just sucks harder than others I guess” The curt little shrug that leaves his shoulders let’s you know how uncomfortable he is, Tae’s overall persona suddenly seems mounds smaller in this moment. Anxiously stroking the back of his own neck “But....I shouldn't have come at you like that! That was fucked on my behalf and for that I’m truly am sorry ! This isn't all on you, or Joon we all-”Gazing over his shoulder before continuing “There’s just- there’s a lot, we have families and it’s just, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, ...”

Dropping his voice a little lower “I just fuckin love you” There’s a timid smile playing on his lips “and if the offer still stands I would really fuckin like chocolate cake…”

You actually snort, that’s your first instinct because only Tae, but the plus is it lightens the mood immensely! The sudden outburst triggers that full boxy grin to come into play and god your so damn enamored by this man it’s actually sad. Bringing his knuckles up to your mouth, grazing them past your lips like he did yours moments prior. “I love you too, and chocolate cake sounds fuckin amazing, and liquor, we need new drinks, actually we need an entire bottle! ” You laugh and then so does Tae, suddenly your holding hands and laughing together and everything else just seems so miniscule in the moment.

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So, here’s the thing...being a CEO of one of the top Adult film entertainment companies is not on the same level as like..I don’t know….

Owning a high-end clothing company, or being a reality star or something. Your field is praised just as highly as it is tabooed, so with that being said, it’s not like your the top topic on E-news, or on Business Digest. You still have a strong sense of normality, point blank you’re not that important. It’s not as common for outsiders to know the high rollers within the porn industry the way it is in other fields!

However there's another avenue to factor in where the 7 of you are concerned, and that’s the world of social media, and that’s a completely different world entirely! One that’s heavily intertwined in your state in particular, living playing, and working in LA….I mean let’s get real, shit not normal here, by any means!

You’re a 26-year-old wealthy CEO, that goes to work in a Ferrari, cute little bodycons, Louboutin's, and Chanel bags! Your executive assistant is Tae for fucks sake, he looks like a model his damn self , on the surface your life is an aesthetically pleasing wet dream. An influencer without even trying for the title, if your 2.7 million followers are at all telling! So in the public eye, especially when out in Downtown LA..you try to be discreet.

Just last week Jimin was hanging all over you while walking through Saks and one of your mutual followers stopped to ask for a picture. Again this isn’t a daily occurrence, you’re not comparing yourself to Rhianna, but it’s why you do move with a slight air of caution when in your city! You literally live in a place where people become famous for running into walls, nevertheless owning their own business!

The world knows you’re married to Namjoon, and to be honest there’s numerous reasons the other aspect of your dynamic stays hidden! More than just the obvious….

However there’s been rumors circulating over the years, or at least now that Hollywood’s decided you hold some relevance! Ones pertaining your your sexuality, typically the tabloids assuming it, insulating your swingers, or that Namjoon’s bi. A Lot of these narratives circle back from your college days though, old classmates trying to slip tea to the media. Stories of when you could go to a party and it didn’t matter if you were sandwiched between Namjoon and Yoongi at the same damn time! Not to mention the dark side of social media where nothing ever truly dies, so yeah there are some questionable photos floating around. Luckily nothing recent enough to truly add fuel to the fire but you know deep down it’s only a matter of time!

One could argue it adds allure to the overall dynamic, especially considering your line of work, and maybe it wouldn’t matter if the boys were just casual thirds...but they’re not! They’re so much more than that and that’s what makes this hard, because well in laymen’s terms...people just fucking suck! So as heartbreaking as it is, where your other boys are concerned, in the public eye at least your “relationship” holds a strong air of mystery!

It’s the little things ya know? Like now for example, the fact that he could've easily gotten a foot job under the table but has to walk on eggshells about holding your hand at times! Shit just sucks sometimes, there’s no other way around it!

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The two of you don’t really talk much until the dessert comes, more drinks and a bottle is in fact ordered as well! The silence felt a little more bearable this time around, busying yourselves on your phones. A very minor but significant change, is the fact that you still haven’t let go of his hand, even once the waitress returns. The simple notion has his entire dementor shifting! Fingers still tightly bound together and your chest flutters seeing the way he flushes almost bashfully at such minor PDA! Like the two of you didn’t hook up in the back of a club in London two months ago! Like you literally weren’t palming him under the table! Yet here he is blushing at openly holding your hand!

So fuckin cute!

Eventually two pieces of molten chocolate crepe cake gets brought over and holy fuck! Both moaning in unison as the pastry hits the table...

“Oh my goddd, we have to take a piece home for Jin, the like...convince him to learn how to make it!” You watch Tae’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he laces his lips around the fork! Groaning out in agreeance once the mixtures of pure sin hit his tongue.

“K...now back to , these sponsors...” Prompting over a mouth full of cake, not that you wouldn’t love to sit here and chill all day but you do have a 4pm conference call!

You watch as Tae glances down at your intertwined fingers, and his fork....realizing ones gotta go so he can pick up his phone and you physically coo back at him, melting into your set once he opts to drop the fork instead of your hand. Purposely avoiding your glance once he noticed the look on your face, nose scrunched and all!

“Right, so Uber reached out, more specifically Uber Luxxe, looking to send us 4 cars of our choice in exchange for a couple post. Spread out between IG, Twitter and Snap, I’m personally all for this one. The contract doesn’t seem excessive and I like that the post won’t feel forced! I mean realistically we were going to hire a driving service regardless! However something to also consider is our lack of filter when drinking! I mean...”Flailing his phone between the two of you as if to give an example, obviously referencing the little slip up moments prior. At least he can joke about it a little “So realistically, would we feel more comfortable with a private car service where there’s a contract involved as opposed to just some random?”

Tae just went full EA, out of nowhere and honestly ...

You blinked at him, almost dazed, fork halfway to his mouth because, what?! . “You sound so professional right now, it’s so fuckin hot.”

Tae choked on nothing but straight air before blushing profusely. “Baby-I mean-Y-“

You didn’t even flinch, continuing, unperturbed. “Nah, actually I think I’m in the mood to be baby right now!” Eying him wickedly “Your jaw just gets really tight, and your voice gets all low and raspy! It happens during meetings too, it’s really fuckin sexy! Reminds me of the way you sound when your lips are pressed into the side of my neck when we fuck.” It's just the casualness of it all, you sound like your ordering another appetizer and Tae’s about to choke on his dessert.

The grip he has on your hand is almost painful right now, “But don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here writing out my next script in my head, carry on. What rental service did you have in mind? Or did someone already reach out as well?”

It’s the way you just went from talking about Tae, being balls deep to sponsorships all in the span of a comma! In the words of your best friend you are pure chaos.....

Tae groans head hanging in defeat and your lips curl into a smirk, brow quirked in his direction.

“It’s the way I hate it here sometimes...” Snatching his hand away to jab his fork into the neglected pastry.

“Ah huh” You roll your eyes crossing your arms over your chest before leaning back. “Right, again let’s not act like you didin’t start this, both here and at the venue.” Leaning over the table again licking your lips “Don’t act like you weren’t eye fucking me the entire time, or the way you’d accidentally brush against me as we walked through the building. You’ve been practically begging for it all day.”

Tae just stares back at you, mind momentarily blank, stomach shifting into knots, letting the fork drop from those delicate fingers of his! Mouth opening and closing like a fish straight outta water...

“Did you think about it too? The acoustics in that place were fuckin insane, the way it would just echo through as you made me cum would just- fuck” You continued adding that lethal little purr back into your voice! “Or even better the way you’d sound, you don’t even know how bad I wanted to drop-“

“Y/n”

“Baby.” Phrasing the word borderline as a threat “Would you have liked that baby boy?” Cocking your head to the side, tongue teasing your bottom lip “Me on my knees for you looking up at you all pretty, letting you hold my hair and fuck my throat until you came straight into my mouth?”

Speaking of mouths' your just straight fuckin-mayhem ...and it’s making Taehyung’s brain feel like it’s melting through his ears! But god should we be surprised though?

It’s never taken much with you....

You’ve always been just what he needs and a little bit more than he can take all in one! You haven’t even touched him yet and he feels a moan creeping up his throat! Especially as he watches you swirl the tip of your tongue over the whipped cream on the edge of your fork, sucking it between your overly glossed lips in the most obscene manner.

Eyes locked and loaded, a second away from drooling, “Fuck, yeah,” He stutters breath hitching on his lungs, heat coursing through his skin. Tae’s veins literally feel like they’re on fire, subtly trying to shift in his seat to readjust himself! Glancing subconsciously out of his peripheral, the restaurant still chill and half empty. The waitress on the opposite end of the room attending to another couple!

“You always look so damn good with my cock down your throat, and my cum on your tounge. God, especially when I wrap my hand around your throat and I can feel you swallowing down around my-” Your tongue’s swirling all over this damn fork, and he can feel every flick your tongue against his dick, and it’s just...fuck! Not to mention once you accidently spilled some whipped cream on your lips, which you took your time licking off as well. “Jesus-Fuck, Y/n!!” Taehyung’s voice is dripping with arousal, and you already know he’s leaking all over the place.

“Yeah?” Humming around the form before setting it to the side “ You like the way I look when I’m chocking on your cock?” These questions are all rhetorical, your an ass “Or how about when I get a little messy because I can’t fit it all in my mouth?” Your eyes darken, words coming out over low gasps of air, almost as if your just as aroused as he is and that’s because you are!

“Your always such a good boy for me, so helpful too holding my hair back, guiding my mouth until you hit the back of my throat...holding me in place until I gag. You know how much I love when you get rough with me ..” Tae feels the sole of your red buttons tease up his thigh, shifting between his legs. The transition was so damn smooth it catches him off guard, instinctively wanting to push away but instead...

“You’d be loud for me too wouldn’t you? Show them how good you look falling apart for me, how good you look when you come down my throat....The way your eyes roll-”

“Holy-fuck Baby” Aggressively running his palms over his face until it’s matching his shirt “Please don’t do this to me right, now, if your gonna give it to me then fuckin let me have it but I cant-.”

You can’t help but smile back at him, so fond it almost seems out of place in the moment. “I’ll give you whatever you want Tae...you know this. You just gotta promise you’ll be good for me, we can’t draw-”

“I’m always good” He damn near growled at you, eyes daring you to say otherwise and well, who were you to deny Tae of what he wants!?Gently pressing your foot at the base of his cock, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips upon feeling that your boys already fully hard.

It’s the way the two of you are just casually in one of LA’s boujeiest restaurants and your deadass about to give him a foot job in Louboutin’s! Yup, your life had turned into a porno, you’ve officially made it!

“Kay, so back to that list of sponsors, first off I completely agree, as much as I love our contact at Uber I’d prefer an actual car service for something like that.” Here you go again the queen of the switch up, you’re back to discussing work yet there’s still a slight moan in your tenor. Breathy and light and Tae feels like all the airs being sucked from his lungs.

Tae shifts, spreading his thighs even further, shuddering out a bated breath as you point your toe, dragging it up and down! It’s a peep-toe so that alone allows you a little more flexibility! Pressure intentionally light so it’s just enough to have him on the brink of begging! But instead of doing so, he picks up his phone, hands shaky and all and continue doing his job as requested!

“Right..” Clearing his throat not sure why he currently sounds like he’s going through puberty again but K... “I’ll let Hobi know, maybe we can do something we’re we use them while planning this party or something! Since you vetoed a party planner will have a lot more running around to do! Realistically outside of Joon and Jin we all have coupes anyway...so it’s not like we can carry much!”

Mmm, always the innovator, even when all the blood and airs being rushed to his dick! You feel him try and slide forward, chasing after the stimulation.

“Ohhh, I really like that, and like you said it still feels somewhat organic because realistically our cars aren’t efficient for something like that” You press down harder against his cock almost as a reward “Good boy, what’s next?” Nodding towards his phone and it takes every ounce of self control he had to swallow down the moan laying on his tongue.

Eyes struggling to stay ajar as you continuously rub your foot up and down his length. Now applying more prominent pressure with the ball of your feet! Movement stealth from the waist up so you don’t draw attraction to yourself.

“Tae Tae” The nickname falls from your lips singsong like, and far too innocent for the demon seed you are. “Next?”

He doesn't even know what to really do except follow instructions, so he just nods, scrolling through his phone. “There was also a couple brands wanted to oh fuck-“ Gasping as you pick up your pace, damn near dropping his phone into the plate beneath him.

Face splitting into an amused grin, a hint of something wicked playing on your lips. Eyes gleaming with mischief, you watch those long, delicate fingers flex, clearly struggling this time around to bite back the moan like he needs to! Hands shaking as your continue working him at a merciless pace. Rubbing faster, harder, utilizing the rounded point on the head of your heel to press right against what your assuming is Tae’s tip by the way he shudders. Thighs shaking as he grips the edge of the table for dear life!

“Oh my godddd” Tae manages to just mouth the words as opposed to screaming them the way he desperately wants too. Tugging on his own scalp, trying to just do something to get himself busy!

“You fuckin love this....” It’s not even a question, more of a consensus!

Your eyes haven’t left his once, watching intently as you swirl your tongue around the straw before taking a sip. Moaning around it because well ya know, the drinks just that damn good apparently.

God his skin feels like it’s on fire, every stroke of your foot has him feeling like he’s coming undone!

He’s trying to focus, on his surroundings, this damn list everything but he can’t he just fucking can’t! Thankfully it’s you, and he trust you with everything he has, so his subconscious is somewhat at ease with all of this because he knows you got him!

“Yeah,fuck yeah you already know you can do anything to me” He states plainly, the most stable his voice has sounded in god knows when “Whatever you want” Gaze heavy through hooded lashes, looking straight at you with steady sinful eyes.

“Mmm, and always want it don’t you baby? Always...:”

He bites back a moan nodding, and then his phone rings, of course his phone fucking rings and it’s coming from the office because why the fuck not?!

“Answer” The command was simple, clearly no room for debate and hs eyes go wide,

“Baby” Complaining with a hint of a whine in his voice and when you don’t seem to give a damn....

“Yeah?”Jaw tight, nostrils flared as he picks up the phone. Adrenaline flies through his veins, pressure building in his gut as you relentlessly keep your pace intact! Pressing harder and deeper into all the right places until he’s coughing around Moans to try and cover it up!

Dropping his head slightly, propping it on his elbow as he squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “ Welp, That's where it would be so if you don’t see any were out, email me a list and I’ll make a Amazon-“

Taehyung’s chest heaves painfully tight, breathing becoming more erratic with every stroke and yes clearly there’s a strong voyeurism kink within this man! So as crazy as it may sound , the combination of the restaurant, and this phone call ?!

Yeah, he’s not gonna last!

Slouching down completely against the back of the booth, thighs spreading to full capacity. Fingers tangled in his Smokey locks holding his bangs out of his face. Eyes shut , jaw tight, neck slightly reclined, though to the naked eye he’d just appear to be on a very unpleasant phone call! When in all actually he’s finally just letting himself fall apart beneath your touch!

Eyes fluttering open just enough to glance down at you in a way that had you feeling like you could come right with him. Your gaze is Just as heavy as his, lips darting out to wet your lips though your throats suddenly what’s running dry!

Tae’s lips part slightly, though he’s falling apart he’s giving it right back to you. Hitting you with those sinfully needy fuck me eyes! The same ones you see when your riding and edging him until he’s coming tenfold! His breathing comes stagnate every time your foot moves and Tae finds himself gnawing down on his bottom lip to stifle the moans sliding up his chest! You can tell who's on the other end now, it’s the new secretary Alanna, and she legitimately is still getting her footing! Which is the only reason Tae is even entertaining the call, well one of the reasons!

You notice Tae’s breathing is starting to even out a little almost as if he’s gained some of his self control back and we don’t support that in this household. So you proceed to dig your foot right into the head of his cock and he straight wheezes! Body jerking off the wall and all ...

“No, I’m, fuck-“ There’s a moan that finally falls freely off his tongue that only barley seems acceptable because he in fact just choked! Voice coming out what feels like a octave lower and huskier , poor Alanna! “Yeah i'm good sorry , food just went down the wrong pipe.” He can barely think straight but he knows he needs to close this up “Hey look will be back within the hour and will sort it out then alright?”

I don’t even think he even waited for her to respond before hanging up and literally throwing his phone across the table! Gucci case and all.

“Everything okay? ?” Voice low and teasing, he knows you're technically asking about the office but your timing sucks ass!

“Fuck you” Falls off his lips in a barley audible moan, so consumed as his orgasm builds in the pit of his stomach! Eyes still struggling to stay open mouth, mouth falling slack, if your were in your right mind you’d tell him to pull it together alittle! Now that he’s off the phone, he either looks like he’s getting a foot job, or like he’s high on meth! Neither are appealing to the GP! God, he must look utterly ridiculous right now, thankfully he’s shifted against the booth so he’s facing a wall as opposed to other guest!

“Mm, my pretty baby’s close yeah?” Watching how heavily his throat bobs as he swallows, Tae’s leaking precum all over the damn place, so, close hips gently rocking into your foot as discreetly as possible, growing more desperate by the second. Fuck he needs to come, he needs to!

“Yeah baby please don’t- fuck” God he sounds so good, so needy and pliant and fuck!

“I got you...” At that you actually kick your shoe off, moving back to press down even harder, rubbing and rubbing forcing Tae to attempt to grab his drink in attempts to muzzle himself. However his hands are shaking too hard and he almost knocks it over!

“God baby I’m-“

“Be a good boy for me”

And he is, coming with a shuddering breath, under the steady pressure of your foot as his release tears through his veins. Dropping his to the table as subtly as possible(Hell maybe people will think he’s tipsy or not feeling well), thighs shaking, chest heaving painfully hard. He’s not completely silently but he does a lot better than expected, a low groan manages to slip past his lips.

“Good boy” The praise rolls off your tongue and goes straight to his dick, as if he needed anymore stimulation there. Another faint whimper falls off his lips until he’s drooling all over the table. Not even realizing initially, that his hips were still grinding into you until he’s hissing from oversensitivity! The force of his orgasm has Taehyung drawing straight blanks, hearing nothing but white nose rustling in the background!

Also, I don’t know what that says about Tae as a person but he’s not even remotely humiliated! The only thing that he’s about to regret once his mind's less foggy is how absolutely drenched his YSL leather pants are!

So busy trying to get his breathing back in check as he comes down from his high, he completely missed the way you’d signaled to the server. Calmly asking for her to add 8 more slices of cake to go, and bring the bill over!

His face is flushed, his pants feel gross as hell but above everything else he feels so damn good! Reaching down to still your foot, gently massaging the top as his eyes finally flutter open! Vision still a little hazy as he looks back at you with a dazed smile, and your gazing back at him with so much fondness that the first thing that slurs off his lips in a whisper is....

“I fuckin love you!”

Flashing him a wink in return as you make eye contact with your servers whose letting you know she’ll be over in a moment. Keeping your foot stationary for a moment, enjoying the well deserved foot massage. Occasionally flexing your toes to “accidentally brush against his dick. Giggling around your drink every time he'd hiss and jerk away!

This entire lunch situation was a damn mess, and high key reckless but, the blissed out smile written all over his face is more than worth it. Where just ugh...not gonna tell the boys about this!

“Love you too Tae”

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Everything from that moment on kind of feels like a blur honestly, up until the two of you sliding into your car and before you can even get yourself settled he’s on you! Yanking you out of your seat and into his lap before you can even put your seatbelt on which obviously is not ideal this is a sports car after all but you don’t dare complain! Taehyung’s far from shy with his wants, griping the back of your neck, sliding his fingers through your hair as he presses your lips together! He doesn’t try to ease you into it either It’s hard, hungry, desperate and overtly needy! Forcing both of you to huff out a staggered breath through your nose to even keep up! You breathe him in, and he breathes you out, it’s all open mouthed, and heady, an obscene amount of moans rolling off your tongues. Reclining your jaw, giving him free reign to explore your mouth. Tongue rolling against your slick and languid with years of finesse between the two of you. No matter how hard he’s kissing you it still doesn’t feel rushed, its deep, borderline sensual actually!

Tae pulls back just enough to nip at your bottom lip, dragging his across your jaw and down the side of your neck! Licking sucking and biting, along your skin, moaning at the way you arch and grind your hips into every touch! The two of you carry on like that until there’s suddenly something thumbing in the back of your throat!

“Hey..” There's a slight sternness within your voice that has him instantly trying to snap out of his postcoital haze. Stroking the hinge of his jaw “You know, how much I love you right? And if, we need to all sit down a re-”

Cutting you off with the smooth glide of his lips pulling you into a kiss that’s a slower, less needy, there’s no ulterior motive, Tae just wants to feel you “Nah, I don't wanna change anything sometimes- I just want-”

“I know...” Because you do, pressing your forehead to his, not even kissing just letting your breaths melt as one. Massaging his scalp gently, he already looks like he’s a second away from passing out! Pondering if maybe the two of you should switch places...

“Promise you’ll let me take care of you later” Tae nuzzles against the side of your face like a puppy wanting his ears scratched! Believe it or not he wasn’t always such a selfless lover, not until he found you guys! Now it’s almost like his orgasms feel incomplete if he’s the only one coming once it’s all said and done!

“You can do whatever you want to me Tae, you know this.” Placing a couple lingering kisses on those pouty lips of his before hesitantly shuffling into the passengers seat. Transfixed on the way he slips back into his lane, fixing his hair, pulling out his oversized cat eye frames to rest on the bridge of his nose. One hand on the wheel the other finding there home on your thigh. Noting the slight discomfort as he shifts in his seat, no doubt due to the fact that well, he just came in his pants.

“How about..” Leaning over to place a open mouth kiss right beneath is ear, digging your nails into his thigh until he moans. “ I clean you up a little on the drive, and we pit stop at mine, and we drop you off first so you can shower and chill. Then me and Joon will come back and crawl into bed with you after were done for the day..”

“Am I being given the rest of the day off Mrs. Kim?” You can already hear the smirk in his voice without even looking...

“Yes Mr. Kim that would be correct....” Already working the zipper before he can even respond because you already know how this is about to pan out...

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Hi my babies, first off IDK where this came from, I also wouldn’t consider it my best, but it was the first thing I’ve written in like 6 months which felt good. This was supposed to be up back in December I had a couple holiday prompts for the series that I never got around to completing ! But If you enjoyed show this some love and come talk to me!

Love always,

Rocki

#taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #kim taehung #kim taehyung smut #bts #bts smut #bts x reader #kim taehyung x reader #kpop #kpop smut

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Watch Over Me: Chapter One

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: M

Words: 3.2K

Warnings: none for this chapter: innuendo, language

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Steve Rogers learns about the future from a woman stuck in the past.

A.N This is my jazz club reader fic I’ve been talking about writing. This fic isn’t gonna be long but I like it so I hope yall do too. I’m not using my perm taglist because it’s different than my normal content. reply, message, or inbox to be tagged. Devil Has Lilith will be updated Saturday.

Slang used in this chapter:

Dish: An attractive Woman

Butter and egg man: The money man, the man who comes to town to blow a big wad in nightclubs.

Dip the bill: Have a drink.

Corn: Bourbon

Cake-eater: A ladies’ man

Jalopy: An old car.

Drop a dime: Make a phone call

Chapter 1: There's a somebody I'm longin' to see

“I can’t watch this anymore!” Tony said storming into the compound’s kitchen one night. Steve looked up from his sketchbook in confusion. “I can’t watch you sit in here another friday night. It’s tragic!”

“Ugh, not this again, Tony.” Steve says, sighing. Nat and Bucky begin snickering next to him, knowing where the conversation was going.

“Yes, this again. Cap, I excused it for the first couple of years because you were adjusting to the times but it’s been years! If you’re not on a mission, you don’t go out! Sometimes, when Pep is having trouble sleeping I describe your social life to her, puts her right slee--”

“Alright, I get it!” Steve cuts him off, slapping Bucky, who was in full hysterics at this point, in the arm. “I know my personal life is--”

“Non-existent?” Nat provides.

“Dead?” Tony adds, laughing.

“But it’s my personal life. I’m over 100 years old. If I looked it, you guys wouldn’t be questioning my staying home.”

“Exactly, if you looked it, I wouldn’t. But you are not that old yet.” Tony says. “Come on, let’s just all go out once. If you don’t like it, I’ll never make you go out again. I’ll even get you a coloring book or a model ship, or whatever old people do.”

“Fine.” Steve sighed, as the man next to him cheered. “But nothing like those places you typically go to. They’re too noisy and sweaty and--”

“Yea I got it, old-timer. We’re not going anywhere like that.” Tony provides. “My friend recently opened a restaurant where their back room is a speakeasy, very accurately themed, you need a password and everything to get in. You’ll fit right in.”

“Prohibition ended in the 30s.” Bucky says. “Long before Stevie could even drink.”

“Even still, work with me a little here.” Tony says.

“Fine.” Steve sighs.

“Awesome. Now, you’ve got to come in costume to these things so I’ve already taken the liberty of telling my tailor to make you guys something.”

“What if I had said no?” Steve asks.

“Oh, Cap. You should know by now I don’t take no as an answer.”

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Steve shifted uncomfortably in his uniform. It was almost exactly like the one he would wear out during down times in the war though he knew it wasn’t the real one as that one was in the Smithsonian. Still, Tony’s tailor did a good job with seemingly all the costumes. Tony looked almost identical to how Steve remembered Howard back in the day. Bucky was in a uniform that looked similar to his back in the day, Glove covering his metal hand. Natatsha was in a sleek red gown, white gloves and pearls that was more modest than he’d seen her wear but still made her look drop dead gorgeous.

Tony led them down a dark alley to what seemed to be a back door. Steve looked around confused as they entered the smokey hallway. At the end of the hallway there were two large doors and a lady with pinned up hair and a black shimmery dress, smoking with her feet propped up on the desk she was sitting at.

“Evening gentlemen.” She croons in an english accent. “And lady. Are you lost?”

“We have a meeting with Dr. Volstead.” Tony says, confidently.

The woman tilts her head back giving all of you a once over. “It’s a nice night, isn’t it?” She asks.

“Yes, it is. But I prefer the rain.” Tony says.

With that the woman stands and walks over to the large doors and knocks rhythmically 3 times. The doors open to reveal a large dance hall where couples are in full swing, laughing and drinking. A trio of girls crooned a faced paced song as a jazz band was playing behind them. For a moment, Steve did actually forget he was in the 21st century.

“Enjoy Paradise, my friends.” The woman smiles, before shutting the doors to the outside world.

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You were in the kitchen, taking a much needed headache break from the facade you had been putting up for your tables all night long when your Co-worker, Dalia, came up to you.

“Y/N, Y/N! You have to trade tables with me.”

You looked at her with a suspicious look. “Why?”

“Come on, It’s a 4-top anyway. I’ll even trade you the party table for it.” That made you even more suspicious. “50 bucks for it, come on.”

“Don’t trade, Y/N/N!” Your co-worker and friend/roommate, Jade added. “Tony Stark is in your section. I bet she only wants to give you 50 for it because she knows she’ll make 500.”

“Come on, that’s not even why.” Dalia groans. “Black Widow is also at your table and you know she’s on my ‘Celebrities I have to fuck before I die’ list.”

“God, are the rest of the avengers here?” You ask.

“Not all but you know who is here?” Jade asks. “Steve Rogers.” She says, in a mocking singsong tone, jabbing you. Your crush on Captain America wasn’t really a secret anymore after you confessed it drunk one night. “And he looks almost edible.”

You hum, you didn’t really feel like taking another table but this wasn’t a normal table. You doubt you had a chance but you weren’t passing up on serving Steve Rogers.

“I’ll make you a deal. I still want that 50 bucks and we share the table, I’ll consider splitting the tip.” You say, the idea of making your rent in a night did appease you.

“Deal.”

“Now ladies, I have a song to do.” You say, leaving the girls behind in the kitchen.

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Steve, for the first time in a while it seemed, was having fun. Tony was right, he did feel like he fit right in here. He clapped with the crowd, as the three girls bowed and left the stage. The piano man stood up and took the microphone Steve could tell was only styled to look old but actually wasn’t that old.

“One more time for the Duclaw sisters folks.” The smooth voiced man said into the microphone, inciting another round of applause from the crowd. “Our next performer is actually the last of the night.” That incited a few ‘awws’ of disappointment. “Don’t cry just yet because Old Gary never disappoints, our next performer is my personal favorite. Sings like a Canary and the Cat who caught it.” That induces a laugh from the crowd and a small chuckle from Steve. “And maybe if you’re good she’ll come on for an encore later. Ladies and Gentlemen, The Sultry Sounds of Y/N L/N.” He says, moving from the mic back to the piano as the crowd cheers. Steve watches the stage as arguably the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen seems to glide out from the backstage. She’s wearing a floor length silver gown that seemed to glimmer with every step she took. Her hair came down in long fingerwaves, pinned back so you could see the sculpt of her face. Steve would be lying if he said that wasn’t his favorite part of her facade. She had on simple eyeliner, foundation, and a bold red lip he could probably see from mars. You were beautiful, in a timeless sort of way.

“My, my.” She crooned in an sultry old new york accent that reminded Steve of the women he grew up around. “What would your wife say if she knew I was your favorite, Old Gary?”

“She’d agree!” The man called from the piano, inducing the chuckle from the crowd. And a deep sultry one from you.

“Well as they say, two’s just fine but three’s a party.” She winked at the old man in a way that would make Steve weak if he wasn’t already sitting.

“You ok there, Cap?” Tony said, snapping Steve out of the mystery woman’s trance. “You disappeared for a second.”

“I’m fine.” Steve said, fighting the flush that threatened to spread over his face. He looks out the side of his eye to Bucky, who was smirking at him knowingly. Of course, he knew.

“You know, you saying something about being good got me thinking, Old Gary.” She said, as the man softly played behind her. “A good man is hard to find. Great men are great, bad men are good sometimes too.” She winked to the crowd. “But every girl wants a good man, someone to watch over her.” Old Gary seems to take the cue to start playing her song.

“There's a saying old, says that love is blind. Still we're often told, ‘seek and ye shall find’” She began singing and it made Steve sit up in his seat. She had the kind of voice that was almost beckoning. She was becoming his own personal siren. “So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind”

“She’s a looker, huh?” The server, who introduced herself as Dalia, said as she sat down Bucky’s drink. “Y/N’s the main dish of this place.”

“I think I’m more interested in you, doll.” Bucky flirted, shamelessly.

“And I think I’m more interested in dames, Soldier.” She says, winking to Natasha who smiles coyly at her. Steve hardly pays them any mind as his focus was on you as you finished your song and thanked the crowd and waved while Old Gary helped her off stage.

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You were changing from your stage outfit into your floor outfit when Dalia burst into the locker room.

“Y/N/N, I actually think I might have a chance with Widow. I mean, she’s kinda been ignoring me the whole night but when I mentioned I was into girls she smiled!” Dalia ranted, excitedly as you nodded. You turned your back to her so she’d get the clue to zip you up which she does. “Also, you should’ve seen the way Steve Rogers was watching you sing. He totally wants to hit that.” That makes you perk up a bit.

“I doubt it. I have it under good authority that he hasn’t hit anything in over 70 years. I doubt I’m what he’s been waiting for.” You laugh. “Still, it’s fun to think about.”

Dalia tugs you out of the locker room. “Come on, let's get back out there.”

You sighed before stepping out of the locker room and seemingly out of this century.

You fake laughed with a guest at the bar as you grabbed your tray of drinks and made your way over to the table that had been making you nervous all night. You placed the four whiskey rocks drinks on the tables.

“Courtesy of Dean.” You say, placing the drinks down. Stopping at Tony Stark. “Don’t know why? You seem to be the butter and egg man out tonight.

“Butter and egg?” He asks, looking to Steve and Bucky.

“Means money man, High roller.” Bucky explains, Steve nods.

“Ah, well I am that.” Tony says, laughing. “I must say Miss, what was it? Y/N?” You nod confirming. “I have to say you are quite the performer.”

“Thank you kindly, Mr. Stark. Go ahead, dip your bill.” You say pointing to the drink, Hoping they’d get the hint. They did of course, after seeing Steve and Bucky take a sip. You watch Steve grimace slightly at the taste of the liquor.

“Everything alright, fella?”

You watch Steve flush at the attention being tossed his way. You can’t help the confident smirk that graced your face knowing it was you that had Steve Rogers flustered. “I’m fine, I just don’t enjoy the taste.”

You hum. “Yea, it’s the big cheese’s favorite drink and he’s known for liking it rough.” You wink, somehow making Steve flush more. That made you want to push it more. “I’ve got some corn in the back they call the Y/N because it feels really good when it’s going down.” That makes Steve choke a little and induces a hearty laugh from the group. “Can I get you a glass, Soldier?”

“Y-Yea, I’d like that.” Steve flushes. It was almost fun at this point.

“I’d love to try the real thing.” Bucky says, flirting right back with a smirk you knew has to make every girl in the 40s weak in the knees. You didn’t indulge him though.

“Well, aren’t you a regular cake-eater.” You smirk. “I’ll be back with two glasses.”

“I see the serum didn’t enhance your ability to talk to pretty girls.” Bucky laughs as you want away. Steve can’t help but become a little distracted by the sway of your hips.

The rest of the night seemed to go like that. You bringing them drinks and flirting with the captain anyway you could just to see the pretty flush that spread across his face. But soon the time came for the superheroes to take their leave. As you sat the check in front of Tony, you brushed a hand over the Captain’s shoulder admiring the broadness of them.

“You’ll come back and see me, Sugar?” You say, phrasing it like a question despite it not really being one. Steve nods, dumbfounded by you. You smile and wink at him before walking away.

You’re in the kitchen eating the pizza you had ordered earlier when your manager, Dean comes out of his office for the first time that shift.

“Y/N!” You roll your eyes when you hear him scream your name. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’m eating dinner. Something I could’ve done on my break if I ever got one.”

“You know you’re not supposed to be eating anything that couldn’t be made in the 30s. People pay for the illusion and if they see you gorging yourself on pizza, it ruins it.”

“No one’s looking in the fucking kitchen, Dean.”

“Uh-huh, and another thing. You know what kind of songs you’re supposed to sing.” You roll your eyes harder. You knew this argument was coming. “That song is from the 50s and you knew it.”

“None of those bullshit hipsters know who Ella fucking Fitzgerald is!” You yell. “Much less what years her fucking songs came out. That song killed and that’s all that fucking matters.”

“Change your set or you’re fired.”

That makes you laugh in his face. “Uh-huh, as if you’re going to find a singer who’ll work as cheap as me.” You say, brushing past him. “See you tomorrow.”

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Steve comes back to the bar the following week. He tells himself that it’s just for a quick drink but he knew the real reason was because he could not stop thinking about you. He also knew you were probably just being friendly because it’s your job to. He just needed you to reject him so he could go on with his life.

He found himself in that hallway again approaching the woman he had seen last week.

“Evening, Sir.” She says. “Are you lost?”

“Umm.. I have a meeting with Mr. Volstead?” Steve questions, not really recalling the password fully.

The woman hums. “Nice night, no?” She says.

“I prefer the rain.”

The woman sighs. “I’m sorry. I typically would let you in because I don’t really care but technically I’m not supposed to let anyone who doesn’t know the password in… even if they are kinda famous.” She says. “The password changes every week. I’m sure if you ask Mr. Stark, he can find it for you.”

“Oh, no worries. Sorry for wasting your time.” Steve sighs, turning back out the building.

He’s approaching where he parked his bike when he hears a string of expletives being screamed followed with a car stuttering before not starting. He looks over to see a woman angrily get out of her car and lift the hood to see it smoking. The woman lets out another stream of expletives before kicking the tire and leaning her head on the roof of the car, defeated. For some reason, he feels compelled to go over and see how he could help. As he got closer he couldn’t believe his luck, it was you. He tapped you lightly on the shoulder and you turned with the beginnings of tears in your eyes.

“Oh, Soldier!” You said, quickly turning around to wipe your eyes and putting the facade you typically used with customers back up. “I almost got offended when you didn’t come back to see me. Imagine a broad’s old luck.” You said, smiling flirtatiously. Steve didn’t buy that smile for a second. He could see in your eyes you were still upset.

“Everything okay?” He asks.

“Oh, everything’s swell! This old jalopy has seen better days, gonna drop a dime to a friend hopefully--” You cut yourself off, switching into your normal speaking voice. “Listen, I’m sorry I just can’t keep talking like this off the clock. I’ll drive myself insane. Please, don’t tell my boss. I’m already on thin ice for not ‘maintaining the illusion’.”

Steve laughs, a weight suddenly feeling lifted off his shoulders. Suddenly you weren’t this mysterious woman who seemed to have all the right things to say and how to say them. You were human, just like him. “Your secret’s safe with me.” He says.

“Good.” You say, smiling briefly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’ve gotta call Triple A for a tow.” You say, pulling your cell phone out. Steve had to admit it looked a little weird to see you with a cellphone in your olden days attire.

“How will you get home?” He asks.

“I’ll probably hoof it.” You shrug. “Or take the subway.”

“At night?!” Steve says, incredulously. “No, I can take you if you’d like.”

You look at him, hopefully. “I don’t want to be a burden.” You say.

“You won’t be one.” He smiles. God, that smile made you feel a little weak.

“Okay.” You smile back.

“Are you hungry by chance?” He asks, as the two of you walk back to his ride. “I was going to eat in the bar but I couldn’t remember the password.” He says, sheepishly.

That makes you laugh out loud. “Those passwords are such bullshit, Dean keeps changing them to keep it ‘exclusive’ but they always end up online anyway.” You say. “Every server has their own password, to keep track of regulars coming in. If you tell them you have a rose delivery for Mae, They’ll take you to my table no questions.”

“Mae?” Steve asks.

“For Mae West.” You explain, That makes Steve laugh again, of course you liked Mae West. “I could eat though. There’s actually a diner right down the road from here.”

“Perfect.” He says, straddling onto his bike. He raises an eyebrow at you when you hesitate. “Something wrong?”

“I’ve never ridden on a bike before is all.”

“As long as you hold on to me, you’ll be fine.” He says, smirking when he sees a flush creep over your face as he hands you his helmet. It was about time for you to be flustered by your interactions.

“I have no problems with that.” You say, placing that helmet on your head after you straddle the bike behind him. Your hands are tight around his waist as the two of you ride out of the lot, leaving Paradise behind.

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