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UKIYO ⧠jeon Jungkook
summary: itâs the start of summer and thereâs nothing better than dipping your toes in the sand and falling for a local boy who plays beach volleyball in his free time. heâs charming in a way youâve never seen and you seem to understand each other better than one could imagine. both stuck in an awkward time of self discovery, you try to live in the moment and forget about your worries till they become too hard to ignore.
The Japanese word ukiyo (pronounced "u-key-yo") means "living in the moment" or "detached from the troubles of life".
⧠genre/au: summer romance, local beach boy!jk x city girl!y/n, [she/her, afab]
⧠17.7k words
warnings: smut, fluff, âcoming of ageâ but theyâre in their twenties, jk falls first. oral [f receiving]. unprotected bc theyâre literally on a boat. hair pulling. jk is kinda rich boy. oc seems mean but sheâs got mean vibes but just sassy and jk likes it. jk was previously engaged. law student jk. intimate missionary. jk is a volleyball player. think beach town vibes. his ex is kinda stuck upâall his friends are. jk is kinda lovesick puppy who needs aftercare lol
inspired by, Nicholas Sparksâ âThe Last Songâ
songs: tyrant â coldplay, mind over matter â young the giant, left hands free â alt-j, omg â suki waterhouse, sex drug etc â beach weather
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For a long time, summer was the only thing to look forward to in the year. The days were longer spent outside enjoying time with your friends and letting yourself sleep in until noon. As you grew older with more responsibilities that didnât suddenly disappear when the temperature grew warmer, you began to lose feelings for the season. It made no difference in your life anymore and you longed for the days it would.
Maybe thatâs why it was so easy for you to drop everything and leave your worries behind. A couple months in the sun, no stress, nothing holding you back.
âI still canât believe I managed to convince you,â Your friend said for the third time in the last hour. You couldnât help but roll your eyes, again, âI still canât believe it either, donât make me regret it.â
Hoseok mocked you using a high pitched voice, turning the Jeep Wrangler into the driveway of a modern beach house, âHow could you regret these next few weeks waking up to the waves crashing on the shore?â
âWhat magazine did you read that off of?â Your friend asked from the backseat, laughing to herself at his expense, âI hate when you talk corny.â
âWhatever, you guys are so ungrateful,â Hoseok jokes, pulling the car in âparkâ and powering the engine off, âNext time Iâll invite someone else to come withâsomeone who I won't have to beg!â
âBoohoo,â You pretended to whine, getting out of the car and racing to get to your luggage first, âYou love begging for me.â
âYou wish,â He says with a scoff, âHurry up and find your rooms, I want to get down to the beach as soon as possible.â
The beach was at its peak time of day where the sun sat the highest and almost every foot of sand was covered with peopleâs belongings. Not far from shore were rows of volleyball courts and crowds of people watching and as much as you wanted to avoid that busy side, it was the way to the boardwalk. You had no choice but to follow your friends in that direction. They were steps before you, already arguing about which store to go into first or what food stand youâll go to but you were distracted by the large Ferris wheel in the back.
Maybe your focus should have been on the matches happening all around you but by the time you realized that it was too late. The white ball barely grazed your side when a tall figure headed straight into you with a loud thud.
A low grunt left your lips as you hit the sand with such a force that it physically ached for a moment. Your hands and face were practically covered in sand it was hard to acknowledge whatever gibberish your assailant spat out.
He didnât have time to get a good look at you as he rushed to his feet, taking your arm and pulling you up abruptly, âShit, Iâm so sorry, Iââ
âItâs fine,â your tone came out harsher than expected and it probably had something to do with the guy who loomed over you, and how embarrassed you felt. Up ahead your two friends were barely realizing you werenât behind them and turning to find you, laughing once they did.
The stranger let his gaze trace over you with sudden curiosity, not at all intimidated by your attempt at a scowl. Now that he was looking at you up close, he had to admit he liked what he saw. He couldnât help but grin nervously, âIâm sorry.â
His smile made you glare as you dusted sand off your jeans, âReally? I canât tell.â
âI⊠itâs just, usually when thereâs a ball flying people tend to dodge it,â he was walking backwards now as you tried leaving, he wanted to face you when he talked and it made his cocky smile all the more unbearable. Youâve just met the guy and he hadnât given the best impression yet. Honestly, youâre just tired from the trip and youâre hungry so you blame that on your mood but you just want to escape this embarrassment of falling.
A scoff left your lips, âAre you saying that this is my fault? Maybe if you all played the game on the court, you wouldnât have run after it.â
You were giving him attitude and yet he didnât back down from returning it with a sweet smile.
âJungkook!â Someone called from behind but the guy didnât bother to even look back at the paused game. Instead he kept up with you, âYouâre right, itâs partially my fault too so how can I make this up to you?â
You stopped walking, looking at him. You didnât know him and he didnât know you so there was no need to hold him up from his game any longer, âDonât worry about it.â
âBut I canât go on like this,â The stranger, Jungkook, said, âNot until I know youâre not mad anymore.â
The way you rolled your eyes excited him in a good way. He wasnât amusing enough for you and it was rare for him not to be.
âJungkook! Come on man, the game!â
âY/n!â Hoseok said loudly, âHurry up, Iâm starving.â
Just like that, the two of you walked away from each other and you had to tell yourself not to look back at him. You didnât want to catch him doing the same before he went back to playing.
âAre you okay?â Hyeri asked, still laughing lightly, helping you shake off sand, âI was going to help you but then I saw you talking to that hot guy and I didnât want to intervene.â
âSo considerate,â you mumbled sarcastically, trying to hide your smile as you walked the steps up to the pier and forgot about whatever was happening on the sand.
The stranger really was attractive, and if he hadnât toppled you over like it was nothing you might have stayed a little longer. When you spotted him below you couldnât help but look him over. He wore a pair of blue and white striped swimming trunks and no shirt which gave you a good look at his muscular back and sleeve of tattoos. Compared to the players around him, he looked noticeably different from the rest and you kind of liked that.
âWhat are we eating?â You asked your friends who shrugged, still indecisive.
Hours after the sunset and Jungkookâs adrenaline from winning began to slowly settle down, he walked along the boardwalk with his partner. The two of them are trying to waste time for a while before their night plans come along.
âI know Yeaun is around here somewhere and if sheâs here then that means Chae-hi isnât far,â Jimin said looking around the crowded boardwalk while Jungkook followed behind lazily, âWhich means a fun night for us so letâs find them.â
He could hear what Jimin was saying but he wasnât truly listening. His attention had drifted away from the conversation the second he looked to the side and found a familiar silhouette in the distance. Well, not too familiar but he recognized it from when he crashed into you earlier.
You were with your friends at some jewelry stand looking over all the handmade bracelets and necklaces, such a short distance from him. He could easily make it over to you in no time.
âI donât really want to see Yeaun,â Jungkook said, eyes trained on you. Jimin groaned in response, whipping back to his friend and shaking his head. He followed his line of sight and jumped in front of him.
âNo, look over here, weâve got plans,â Jimin said hoping to pull Jungkookâs attention away from some stranger, âWe told Chae-hi and Yeaun weâd met them tonight.â
âNo, you have plans, I never agreed to anything,â Jungkook said with a laugh, clearly amused. He tried to see if you were still there but when he looked back you were already walking away.
âDonât be that way, think about me. Your best friend, who has been trying to get with Chae-hi for weeks now,â Jimin begged, making Jungkook sigh with defeat. He didnât say anything as he motioned for Jimin to lead the way and went on with his life.
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Thereâs a story about how you found yourself moving into a beach house with your best friends for the summer. The opportunity sort of fell at your feet when Hoseokâs sister had to leave abroad for a couple months because of her job. She lived in a nice house on the beach that would need to be looked after and thatâs when she decided to tell her younger brother about it.
Not long after, he came to you and Hyeri and asked if you wanted to join. It took a long time for him to convince you but when you realized how shitty life currently was back home, there was nothing holding you back.
Your first week has been fun getting to enjoy the warm water and sand between your toes. Youâve gotten into a bit of a routine in the area and youâve begun to familiarize yourself with the roads and places. Thatâs probably why you were doing Hoseok a favor by helping him out today.
Heâs busy taking care of some errands for his sister and asked if you could bring his car into the shop for some maintenance, considering Hyeri liked sleeping past noon, you had no choice but to agree to it all on your own.
âWhat can we do for you?â A guy in a dark gray button up and oil streaks across his hands asked you once you made it to the auto shop.
âJust an oil change.â
Jungkook had nearly forgotten about his encounter on the beach. There wasnât much for him to remember anyway and heâs never been the type to hold onto something so meaningless. He carried on with his usual routine and busied himself away at work.
The shop he worked at was busy all of the time and it was a great distraction from whatever else happened in his life so he truly loved it. He loved getting to work with cars and getting his hands dirty. He worked with people he was friends with and sometimes, if heâs really lucky, someone who catches his attention will stagger in.
When he found you standing in the office with his boss signing papers he was visibly taken back. He had been too busy helping Namjoon take a wheel off a black Sedan, to notice when you came in but he was too late now. You were already finishing up whatever you were doing with Jin and leaving.
âIâll be back,â Jungkook told Namjoon, tossing him the wrench he had been using and heading straight to the front.
You went across the street to the small diner and he had to think about this. Part of him didnât feel the need to see you again, mostly because he was embarrassed by toppling you over and probably how he sounded. Part of him wanted to ask for your name, apologize and try and see if youâll talk to him.
âIâm taking an early lunch,â Jungkook told him without much of a car as he hurried to clock out and leave for the diner.
You sat alone in a booth with your laptop open and scrolling through a website filled with job offers. It was partially out of boredom and a reminder that you needed to find somewhere for when you get back home. You could look for something in the field you used to study in but how far could you get with it?
âExcuse me,â he stood in front of you now, âI donât know if you remember me from a few days ago butââ
âI remember,â you said blandly, looking up at Jungkook with a mixture of boredom and a small hint of possible curiosity. He looked very different with a shirt on, his abs werenât as distracting but he still had an intimidating build. Thatâs why his pretty face surprised you under all that sweat and car grease. He was clearly one of the mechanics and has somehow made his way to you.
âRight, uh,â he swooped in to sit across from you, âI wanted to apologize. I didnât mean to knock you down and sometimes when Iâm playing, I kinda get a little too excited so Iâm sure I was just talking and talking.â
Youâre assuming he meant how he followed after you and smiled so arrogantly when you looked visibly annoyed with him. What you donât get is why heâs apologizing again, you werenât still upset over that.
âItâs fine,â you reminded him with a confused look, trying to read what he was really here for, âYou work across the street?â
âYeah, Iâm Jungkook,â He finally introduced himself, âI saw you earlier and it was time for lunch so I came to talk to you.â
You didnât say anything for a while and the silence wasnât broken until the waitress came and asked what Jungkook would like. He brushed her off with a âWhatever sheâs havingâ and looked at you curiously.
âOkay,â Youâre definitely not from around here because he wouldâve recognized you so just who are you? He cleared his throat awkwardly, âUm, yknow, usually when someone gives you their name you say yours back.â
âY/n,â You said distantly, âCan I ask you something?â
âYes, anything,â Jungkook sat straighter, almost reaching up to fix his hair but stopping himself. He wasnât nervous or anything but youâre not speaking to him with the same flirtatious tone and itâs confusing him.
âWhat are some fun things you can do around here other than the usual tourist stuff?â You asked him suddenly, âYou are a local, I assume.â
âYou assume right,â Jungkook nodded as he bit his lip in thought, âI could always show you better than I can tell you.â
âYouâre a funny guy, yâknow?â You smiled, âBut seriously, what is there to do?â
Heâs pretty sure that was just a rejection so it took him a moment to bounce back from it and tried to catch himself from doing it again.
By the time the car was ready, you were paying for your meal and hurrying to leave while Jungkook ate and enjoyed the last of his break. For the rest of the day he found himself thinking about you.
Heâs lived a very repetitive and predictable life. Since early childhood heâs had the same classmates and friends, and gone to the same places and events. Heâs known the same girls and has hung out with the same people for years. The only time he got any sense of independence is when he was gone for law school but now that heâs done and has returned home for the sake of his family and friends, heâs reminded once again of the repetitiveness.
Maybe thatâs why heâs a little excited to meet someone new. He just had a strong feeling that you were more interesting than you let on and he wanted to know more.
He didnât know that you felt the same and had to ignore these thoughts so you wouldnât start anything with him. Jungkook was attractive and youâve moved on from the fall aside from the slight bruising, and you were just trying to enjoy your time. Did you really need to meet someone?
In all honesty, he didnât seem as arrogant covered in sweat, he looked good and he seemed nice.
But did that mean you wanted to waste your time with him?
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It was a crush, nothing but a small, schoolboy crush that occupied his mind from time to time. In all honesty, it was easy to ignore when he got carried away in his day to day life, itâs only when he sees you or you cross his mind for the shortest of seconds, that he finds himself getting lost. He doesnât care for the girls his best friend likes to hang around, nor does he feel the need to upturn himself out there. Lately, all heâs wanted is to be with someone who makes him forget about himself and maybe he wasnât looking in the right places if he thought you could help.
It was wishful thinking for him to hold so much thought over a stranger who couldnât care less to know his name, but thatâs what he liked. He wondered when he would run into you again, what he might say in hopes of getting a response and what would happen after that. He even wondered if youâd be at the beach tonight while everyone told ghost stories and drank bottles of Soju one after the other.
What does he say when he finally sees you looking at him?
You spotted him first, hating how much you wanted for him to look up and see you too. He was with his friends and you had no intentions to approach him but⊠well, he was cute. You canât act like he isnât and heâs oddly charming which makes him memorable but it was a bad idea. This trip was meant to be fun with your friends and thatâs itâyou werenât going to make time for strangers.
âFor once we donât have to worry about an Uber and can walk our asses home,â Hoseok said standing over a keg, âSo I donât know about you guys, but Iâm blacking out tonight.â
âWhen has anything ever stopped you from accomplishing that?â You asked him, turning your back to the familiar stranger, âYouâre never the one ordering it anyway.â
âNo, heâs usually the one weâre pushing into the backseat,â Hyeri joined in on the teasing.
âShh, why do I always feel judged by you two? Is this what friends are for?â Hoseok pretended to be hurt as he filled your cup with beer.
âSheâs not from around here, is she?â Jungkook asked as he looked across at you. You havenât noticed himâhe doesnât thinkâbut heâs noticed you and for some reason that excited him. Well, for one specific reason and it was simply the fact that he likes you. Does he know enough about you to pinpoint this statement? No, but he knows that he feels strange when youâre around. That has to mean something. The longest relationship heâs ever been in was with Yeaun and he doesnât remember feeling this excited to meet someone.
âHow would I know?â Jimin asked when a scoff, barely bothering to look over at you. He couldnât help but roll his eyes, âYou rather think about her than Yeaun? Youâre insane.â
âAre you sure itâs Chae-hi you like and not Yeaun? You sure do bring her up around me a lot,â Jungkook rolled his eyes.
âIsnât it obvious? I want you to get back together with Yeaun so that Chae-hi will think about me instead of her âheartbrokenâ friend,â Jimin handed him a cup of beer, âTake one for the team.â
âNo, I donât think so,â He chuckled, âWe broke up for a reason so donât push it.â
âNot a good reason,â Jimin mumbled under his breath but Jungkook chose to ignore it.
âThere you are,â the devil herself said as she found him, âWe were wondering where you two ran off, right?â
âRight,â Chae-hi agreed, âHi Jimin.â
âSo, itâs kind of boring here isnât it?â Yeaun asked looking at Jungkook for assurance, âPlus all the low lives are starting to come in and I really donât want to be around any of them. We were wondering if you guys wanted to come back to mine.â
âTo do what?â Jimin asked while Jungkook stood back disinterested and distracted. He couldnât even pretend to be interested when he was focused on someone else entirely.
By pure luck, he looked back to see if you were still standing where you were before and this time you locked eyes with him. Without much care for the conversation he was supposed to be in right now, he walked off while they discussed plans involving a hot tub.
âIâm starting to think youâre following me,â Jungkook first said as you nearly bumped into him in an attempt to get closer to the bonfire. He walked alongside you with ease, âFirst, on the court, then at my job and now here?â
That made you snort in disbelief, shaking your head and trying not to smile, âSomeone seems flattered but I think you have it the wrong way.â
âAs in Iâm the one doing the most to run into you? No, never,â Jungkook spoke dramatically, âThis is all by chance. Thereâs no way I couldâve seen you from over there and decided to come and talk to you instead. That would make me seem desperate, wouldnât it?â
âIt would,â you agreed, slightly amused now as you broke into a small smile, âI didnât take you as the type.â
âWell thatâs because you havenât tried to get to know me, Iâm honestly a catch,â Jungkook joked lightly, following you where you walked off to, âOr are you scared?â
âScared? Of what?â You asked, stopping abruptly and turning to face him with furrowed brows. He couldnât help but smirk, âOh I donât know⊠getting to know someone new. You give me the vibe that you donât like meeting new people.â
âI love meeting new people,â You exaggerated childishly, âWhen they donât fall on top of me.â
âI caught myself, so letâs not lie now,â Jungkook snorted, âBesides, whoâs the one who walked into the middle of a game?â
As he said that, the two of you seemed to have drifted far enough from where the fire had been going, that you found yourself not too far from one of the volleyball nets on the shore. Jungkook looked down at you with clear amusement as you looked up at the net and he walked up to the abandoned volleyball that sat in the sand.
âDo you eat, sleep, and breathe volleyball?â You jokingly asked, finally giving Jungkook some response that implied you were interested in him even slightly.
âOnly on the weekends, sometimes around noon or after work if Iâm free,â Jungkook told you, picking up the ball, âDo you play?â
âNo,â you told him as he began to bounce the ball back and forth between his hands. You looked back at your friends who seemed preoccupied with whatever new friends they made for the night.
âItâs easy,â Jungkook said, âThereâs really only one basic rule, donât let the ball touch the ground.â
âAre you giving me a lesson now?â You asked with slight amusement as he moved to the other side of the net, âIâm warning you, I wonât be any good at it.â
âIâll take it easy on you,â Jungkook tossed the ball your way and although you reached out to hit it, you missed and it landed a few feet behind you. He couldnât help but laugh, âOkay, maybe you try and throw it.â
âBut how do I throw it?â You looked up the tall net wondering how you would make it over. You held it up and tried doing a practice hit while he tried teaching you.
âJust try a simple serve, you can hit it from under or throââ
âOh my god,â you broke out into a nervous laugh as Jungkook covered his face with his hand. The ball sat at his feet, completely oblivious to the fact it had just pummeled straight into his face. You covered your mouth in an attempt to stop laughing but you were embarrassed and couldnât do anything but try and laugh it off, âIâm so sorry.â
âReally? I canât tell?â Jungkook said sarcastically, sounding eerily similar to you when you first met but still playful. In all honesty, the pain wasnât too bad but it was humiliating and the only thing he could think about is how youâre trying not to laugh, âYou think itâs funny?â
âNo! No, I donât, I just um,â you tried to stop, âI justâŠâ
âYou just what?â Jungkook looked at you, slowly making his way to your side and you inadvertently began to step back, worried he might actually be upset, âYou like laughing at causing other people pain?â
âDid it actually hurt?â You asked with surprise, still stepping back the closer he got.
âMy ego, yeah,â he joked, âAnd I feel like we need to get even.â
âWe did, think about it as me getting back at you for the other day!â You tried to say, feeling the edge of the ride begin to touch your feet the farther you walked from him.
âReally? So this was all part of revenge?â Jungkook asked, âI donât think so, I suggest you run.â
âWhat?â You stopped to think, âJungkââ
And it began. He kicked water at you once the tide was close again and without thinking, you jumped back. You werenât wearing a bathing suit or anything appropriate for the water so he canât. Youâre in a simple top and flowy, long skirt, not something you wanted wet, âDonât you dare.â
âWhy? Scared of a little water?â He tried to kick water again but this time you moved back in time and he smirked, âItâs better than getting hit in the face. Will you take care of me if I get a concussion?â
You scoffed, laughing, âDonât you wisâJungkook!â
He ran after you as you took off in a jog and before he knew it, you were splashing water back at him, not caring about how wet you got. The night was young and you were having a good time, there wasnât much to worry about other than making sure you got Jungkook before he could get you.
Not far from where the two of you played in the ocean with the moon reflecting against the waves, a few pairs of eyes watched you unimpressed. Jimin didnât have much to think about the matter, he just couldnât understand it. Why would Jungkook waste his time on someone he didnât even know?
Yeaun was right here desperate to have him back and instead heâs wandered off with some stranger acting childish. It doesnât make sense, and neither does the big grin on Jungkookâs face once he caught you and tackled you into the low tide, both getting drenched in water.
âJungkook!â He ignored the call of his name as he watched you shake sand out of your hair with curiosity. You looked annoyed even if you smiled and he knows you probably are considering he pushed you into the water but youâre not cussing him out yet. Youâre not screaming at him for getting you into the water so maybe it was a good sign.
âAre we even now?â You asked breathlessly as you looked forward to where your friends were and turned away from Jungkook.
âI guess, for now at least,â He teased, walking toward Jimin, âIt depends on if I bruise or not.â
âI didnât hit you that hard,â you scoffed, smiling and shaking your head in disbelief. At some point in your ascend back up the shore, Jungkook got you to finally give him your number. You didnât question when his friend approached him, going on about something you didnât bother listening to and turned in search for someone you knew.
âYou look like you need a towel,â someone said from your right. It took you a second to realize she was talking to you, much less holding out a clean towel for you.
âThanks,â you said, trying to wipe off some of the sand with the beach towel the stranger handed to you. Hyeri was off talking with some guy and you had no clue where Hoseok was so as of now, you were on your own here. The girl was pretty and she seemed nice enough so you didnât mind responding to her approach.
âIâm getting sand all over it,â you tried to make some sort of conversation, âSorry, Iâm Y/n.â
âDonât even worry about it, Iâm Yeaun,â She said with a smile, âYouâre not from around here, are you?â
âIs it that obvious?â You asked, laughing lightly. Yeaun just shrugged as she got closer to you, âNot really, but, well⊠thereâs just some people you should always avoid.â
Your brows began to furrow with confusion, âLike?â
âNo, I donât want to start anything,â she shook her head no, âWe donât know each other and youâll probably think Iâm meddling but⊠okay, Jeon Jungkook.â
You didnât say anything to that as you tried to get a good look at the girl. Yeaun was pretty with sun-kissed skin and golden hair that shone under the moonlight. She seemed soft and glowed with a brightness that felt contagious but you didnât know her. You donât know why she brought up Jungkook or why she even approached you so you had nothing to say back to her.
âI just mean⊠youâre not from around here and you seem smart,â Yeaun said sympathetically, âJungkookâs kind of a known player and I donât want you to fall for his tricks, trust me, heâs not worth it.â
âTrust me, itâs not like that,â you said, suddenly disinterested in conversation with her and more focused on finding your friends, âThanks for looking out for me though.â
Yeaun watched you walk away and not bother to turn back and she had to leave like it didnât bother her to be brushed to the side. She canât tell if you took what she said into consideration or if you couldnât care less and she didnât like that. She didnât like that she didnât know you and she didnât know about your relationship with Jungkook or how you know him.
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His life was utterly perfect to anyone who thought about it. He had the bestest of friends, the closest family, the most money and a promising future. Everything he had ever wanted was handed right to him and in a sense, it made him arrogant. It was a given that he would end up that way and maybe thatâs why heâs always surrounded himself with people of the like. He didnât despise any of his friends, just sometimes, when he listened to the conversations they would have, he wanted to disagree.
âYeaun said youâve been avoiding her,â Jin said as he pulled a golf club out of his bag.
âGreat, now youâre talking about her too?â Jungkook asked, lining his club up with a shiny white golf ball, âI already get enough of it from my parents and Jimin.â
âWell yeah, when you suddenly call off a year long engagement with someone youâve known all your life, people question it,â Jin said, watching Jungkook swing the club back and shoot the ball into the air, âWeâre worried about you.â
âDonât be,â Jungkook mumbled, âBesides, thereâs someone else, I donât know if you know her, her nameâs Y/n.â
âDoesnât ring a bell,â Jin shrugged, moving his visor down to block more of the summer sun out of his eyes. He wore white golfing gloves and a pair of Raybans, making him look straight out of a country club catalog.
Jungkook sighed, growing more restless by the minute. Heâs only seen you on few occasions and heâs yet to leave a good impression on you where he can ask for your number or something, âShe was hanging out with this guy, I know you know him but I canât think of his nameâyou dated his sister.â
âHoseok?â Jin asked, âI remember hearing about how he was in town. How do you know this isnât his girlfriend youâre hitting on?â
âItâs not,â Jungkook said, âI donât think. I donât know.â
âBut what about her?â Jin asked, hopping in the passengerâs side of the golf cart, âYou donât know a thing about the girl but you like her and youâre willing to throw away your future because of it.â
âIâm not throwing anything away,â Jungkook said with a scoff, âBut whatever, you donât get it.â
He spent the evening golfing on a private course not far from the beach where you wandered around with a book in hand.
You enjoyed passing time with your friends but sometimes, you just needed time to yourself and you would find yourself wandering off on your own without much care for anything else. Your friends didnât mind when you went off and you always made sure to tell them where you would go so there was never any problem. Ever since you got here, youâve been doing things on your own.
âI knew I would find you around here.â
You didnât respond at first, still debating if the person was talking to you, but one look up told you he was. Although you wanted to resist the urge to smile, you couldnât help it.
âStalker,â You said with a small sigh, closing your book. He didnât say anything as he took a seat down in the sand next to you. âYouâre on my turf, remember? What are you reading by the way?â
You glanced at the cover of your book, âNothing excitingâhowâd you know I was here?â
âI looked for a dark, brooding figure and assumed it was you,â Jungkook joked, âAnd just an fyi, my face still hurts.â
âIâm sure you've been hit worse,â You said sarcastically, sitting up and watching him get comfortable. He was dressed in a light color linen button up and shorts, the first buttons were undone and a cliche shell necklace sat perfectly against his collarbone. He was attractive and youâve thought so since the beginning but something was holding you back.
Did you really want to waste your time on a stranger you wonât know in a few months?
âWhat are you doing tonight?â He asks suddenly.
âSleeping, hopefully,â you told him, a small smile when you noticed him roll his eyes.
âItâs the summer, the sunâs out, you live on the beachâdonât look at me like that, itâs a small town. Word gets around when a new person shows up,â Jungkook said with a shrug, knowing itâs him who had been asking about you.
âYouâre just solidifying my stalker allegations, should I report you?â You asked, laughing slightly.
âIâll have you know, a lot of people would love to be stalked by me, you should feel flattered,â He nudged your knee with his.
âWhat? Like itâs hard? Word gets around,â You said to him, âIâve already been warned about getting too close to you.â
Jungkook let his brows furrow as he took in what you said but it didnât take long for it to dawn on him. As much as he wanted to act like there was no way his ex girlfriend would approach you, he knew her too well. Who else would talk down on him? Who else would feel threatened when he ignores them? What does she think she gains from telling you to stay away from him? Isnât it his decision who he approaches and does she think youâre just going to fall in line like everyone else does?
This is the sort of thing that pisses him off. Heâs not a bad guy at all, he doesnât sleep around, he focuses on his goals, he has fun with his friends⊠so why?
âBut if it makes you feel any better, Iâm not very good at listening to what Iâm told,â You finally said, standing up with your book in hand and pulling the sand-covered towel, âAnd Iâm starving, so whereâs a good place to eat around here?â
As much as he wanted to act like the cool guy and seem indifferent, he couldnât help but break out into a grin. Without wasting another second, he got up and motioned to carry your things, âThereâs a good food shack on the boardwalk. I guess I could show you around.â
âIf it isnât too much of a hassle,â You said playfully, handing him your things.
âSo, I want to know, whatâs a big city girl like yourself doing all the way over here?â He asked on the way up, âOr do you still want to play at being mysterious?â
You rolled your eyes, âI don't usually play games like that, I think youâve got me confused with someone else. I just donât talk if I have nothing to say.â
âInteresting take, I personally never know when to shut up,â Jungkook smiled, pointing up to the restaurant and walking in behind you, âBut seriously, usually the tourists come to pollute our water and get away.â
âAre you always so observant? You give me the vibe that you like to watch other people,â You told him, sitting down at a high round table across from him.
âAnd you give me the vibe that you hate talking about yourself. Why else would you avoid every question I ask?â He asked, raising a brow making you scoff but you couldnât deny it. When the server brought out your menus, she made sure to greet Jungkook like old friends.
âDo you really care to know?â You asked quietly.
âWhy else would I ask? Iâm not pretending to be interested, if thatâs what you think,â Jungkook said honestly.
You didnât say anything for a moment, looking down at the menu contemplating what to order and what to say, âThings were getting a little too complicated back home and my friend asked if I wanted to pack up my things and follow him down for the summer and I said yes.â
âHow broad,â Jungkook said with a small smile, lifting a brow and waiting to see if you would add to it.
âItâs the truth,â you shrugged.
âWhat was complicated?â Jungkook asked.
He looked amused when you narrowed your eyes in response to his probing. âAdulting.â
âYouâll figure it out,â Jungkook shrugged, waiting for the server to come back to take your orders. He let you order first, watching the server give you a look as she listened and followed after with his own.
âHow wise of you to say. What about you?â You asked him, handing the menus back and sliding your drink closer to you.
Jungkook distracted himself playing with the wrapper of his straw and shrugged, âWhat about me? Weâll get to me when you give me the juicy details.â
You couldnât help but scoff, looking out the window to the view of the waves crashing against the shore, âWhat? I told you everything.â
He chuckled, âBarely.â
Rolling your eyes, âRude.â
âReally?â He asked, biting back a smile.
âNo. Youâre actually pretty nice,â once again, you sighed, as if admitting that was hard for you.
âNice? Thatâs what you tell a guy when youâre going to reject him. I just want to know more about you but thereâs not much I can go with. How long are you staying?â Jungkook finally asked you.
âA couple months, are you already dreading it when I leave?â You asked, sounding sarcastic and amused.
âMaybe, youâve left an impression despite what you might think. Crushing you under my incredible physique was destiny.â He could tell you wanted to laugh but were refusing to do so.
âCorny.â
âFunny.â He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair and making it known that he was going to wait for you however long it took.
âI had this bad roommate situation I couldnât take anymore and my lease doesnât end for another two months so when Hobi asked me to come with I jumped at the chance. I left my job because itâs draining me and I felt useless so I figured itâd be easier to run away to the beach and deal with it all later. Happy? I was honest.â You rushed the words, half-assed the pace.
It was his turn to narrow his eyes suspiciously but gave in, âContent. Youâll figure it out, you donât seem like the type to wait around for things to fix themselves.â
âReally? Because that feels like what Iâm doing right now. Iâm all the way over here where I havenât done anything but run into this strange guy at the beach who I think might be stalking me,â You said, joking at the end.
âNo, right now youâre trying to live in the moment, nothing wrong with that,â he chuckled, ignoring your joke.
You donât remember much of what you said to him but for some reason Jungkook was very easy to talk to. Maybe itâs because you donât really know him or expect anything from him at all but he got you too open up to him like youâve known him for years. In reality you didnât know anything about him or anyone here for that matter.
âOkay, okay, enough about me. Itâs your turn,â you had finally said between mouthfuls of whatever the two of you ordered and Jungkook couldnât avoid it any longer.
âAlright, Iâm⊠also trying to figure things out on my own. Iâm used to being with certain people and doing certain things and I donât know, at one point I kind of got fed up with everything being so predictable. I want to meet people on my own and not because they know who I am or something,â He rushed his words, âIf I could, Iâd move far away from here but right now I donât think thatâs an option so I settle for next best and stick it out. In all honesty, everythingâs kind of been a bore until I met you, youâre different.â
You raised a brow, mirroring his earlier stance and crossing your arms over your chest, unamused, âHow?â
He smirked, âI donât know yet, I can just tell.â
You never believe a guy when he goes on about how different you are from other girls because usually theyâre just full of shit. Youâre not good at picking the right person so it makes you wary to believe anything he says despite how good he looks saying it.
By the time the bill came, the server made sure to sit it without checking if thatâs what either of you wanted but you didnât hesitate to reach for yours. Jungkook snatched the small slip out of your hand and hurried the server back so he could pay for it in full, giving her a tight smile, âJust one check, thanks.â
âSure thing,â she said with a light scoff that had you looking after her with furrowed brows. Something about the way she acted left you feeling confused.
âWhat a good first date.â Jungkook said at the end, walking outside with you.
âThis wasnât a date,â you teased, thanking him for the meal nevertheless, âBut I should probably call it a night, yâknow.â
âOh yeah, me too,â Jungkook shrugged âBut if youâre not doing anything tomorrow night, we should see each other again.â
âHm, Iâll think about it,â You said playfully, âIf Iâm not busy.â
âYou wonât be,â He smirked, bumping your shoulder with his as the walk turned bumpy and more trail-like as he walked you home, âBut why donât you give me your number and we can talk about it more on the phone.â
âHah, smooth guy, arenât you?â You asked, taking his phone and typing your number in. When you got to the soft trail of greenery and sand that led up to the backyard of the beach house.
âHow about we watch the last few minutes of the sun set together,â he reached for your head and stopped you before you could head up the wooden steps.
âHow about you donât kidnap my friend for the whole evening!â Hoseok shouted suddenly, tripping over his own feet as he ran out the sliding glass door that led to the pool deck, âIâve been worried sick about Y/n.â
âNot true, heâs been sleeping!â Hyeri yelled after him, âBut youâre the guy who tackled my best friend on our first day here.â
âMy reputation precedes me,â Jungkook held his hands up in surrender, âIâm Jungkook. I was just asking if you guys wanted to join us and watch the sun set.â
âHow aesthetic, let me grab some bottles of Soju.â
Your attempt to end your time with Jungkook failed and he seemed pleased with himself for that. He was also polite enough to try and get to know your friends too.
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He was having a crisis, he thinks. A real life identity crisis because for the first time in his life he thinks he likes someoneâin a way heâs never liked anyone before. Itâs pathetic and makes him feel so stupid because he barely knows anything about you but itâs the truth. If anything thatâs what makes him like you so much. He likes that he canât tell what youâll say or how youâll react to him, itâs exciting.
He just wants to know if heâs on your mind too.
âWeâre still on for this weekend right?â
âWhat are we doing again?â The road ahead was a scenic path between mountain and sea that led all the way to this private property of his childhood home.
âChae-hiâs birthday trip.ïżœïżœïżœ Jimin spoke from the passengerâs seat of the black pick-up truck his best friend paraded in when he wasnât on his dirtbike.
âOh, yeah Iâm not going. I was thinking of taking Y/n sailing,â Jungkook said with a small smile, looking sideways, unable to miss the way Jimin stiffened and went silent. He looked back to the road, hand tightening around the steering wheel slightly, âWhat?â
âNothing,â Jimin scoffed, looking out the window annoyed now. The drive was silent for a while, nothing but the low sound of music and wind blowing through the topless truck.
âWhatâs up with you lately?â He finally asked, âYou barely know the girl and sheâs all you talk about. Weâve had plans to go with everyone.â
By everyone he meant their mutual friendsânot just his ex and her friendâwhich made things worse. Heâs known them all for years and itâs hard to see them when he wants to move on and do his own thing. Jungkook tried not to let Jiminâs tone ruin his mood and sighed, âSorry, man, but Iâm not going. Are we playing later or what?â
âYou sure youâre not busy with your new friends?â Jimin asked, remembering about the night Jungkook had dinner with you. He tried calling him that night to see if he wanted to go out for drinks just to be rejected because Jungkook was too busy with you and your friends.
Jungkook chuckled, âDonât be jealous, youâll always be first in my heart.â
âOh fuck off,â Jimin rolled his eyes, trying to not sound bitter as he asked, âWhatâs your girl doing anyway?â
âY/nâs not my girlâyet, I donât know. She hasnât texted back,â Jungkook said worriedly, making Jimin stare at him strangely.
Itâs not that he had anything against you personally, he just doesnât get it. Youâre a complete stranger who wonât stick around so why has his best friend chosen to hang out with you so much recently. What did you have over the people heâs known all his life? What do you bring to the table?
What did you gain from being around Jungkook?
You couldnât explain it either. All you really knew was that a cute guy who sort of annoyed you in the beginning was starting to rub off on you. Youâve come to enjoy running into him and forcing yourself to open up because heâll listen. It made you feel weird in a good way. You wanted to think about how fun it was to be around him and ignore all the worries youâve had recently.
Even with your close friends, youâve long since stopped talking about the people you were interested in. It wasnât because you didnât trust them or want their advice but sometimes you didnât feel the need to say anythingâespecially if it was harmless fun. Thatâs why when Hyeri approached you about Jungkook, you werenât sure what to say.
âItâs no fair,â Hyeri picked through a crate of strawberries, dropping them into a basket, âI wanted to find a little beach boyfriend, whyâd you get lucky instead.â
âWhat are you talking about?â You asked dumbly, following her down the aisle of produce at the farmerâs market.
âYou know exactly what Iâm talking about,â Hyeri said accusingly, âJungkook.â
âWeâre just hanging out,â You said with a shrug that made her laugh, pushing her sunglasses into her hairline. You knocked against one end of a green watermelon, hoisting it in your hands and continuing past her.
âRight, is that what you called your date the other night? Just a nice early dinner with a hot guy who asked to watch the sunset with you?â She said playfully, âYou like him, donât you.â
âI donât know him,â You insisted. Yes, youâve talked a lot with Jungkook recently and youâve begun to talk about real things in your lives but did that really mean anything? âBesides, in a month and a half Iâll be in my new place settling back into the old routine. Itâs just fun hanging out with him, nothing more, itâd be too complicated.â
âWhatever you say,â Hyeri sighed.
Youâre lying, obviously youâre lying because you do sort of like him but you didnât want to think about it. You didnât want to think about what you could become, you only want to think about now and how things progress. Whatever happens, happens. Thatâs it. Could you pretend like you have no worries aside from who youâll run into on the beach instead?
When your phone rang, you knew immediately who it couldâve been and although Hyeri walked ahead, acting like she couldnât hear it, she was clearly listening. When you answered Jungkookâs call, he was quick to ask about your plans for the upcoming weekend.
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âYou want to take me sailing?â
Despite the early hours where the sun has yet to shine through, you still couldnât wrap your mind around it. Even walking along the dock following after Jungkook who led the way through the darkness of the starry sky. âOr are you plotting my murder?â
âWhich would you prefer I do?â He asked teasingly, looking back at you with a grin, âBut seriously, itâll be fun.â
Fun wasnât waking up before the sun did, nor was it following a man you barely know out to the sea. If it werenât for Hyeri begging you to take up his offer, you wouldnât be here right now.
The sailing yacht was bigger than you expected with a small cabin area below deck to sleep and wash up in. Youâve never been on a sailboat before but you didnât think they would look this nice and clean.
âThis is yours?â You asked, watching him put in the arm work to undo the rope that tied the boat to the dock.
âUm, yeah,â Jungkook answered blandly, âKinda?â
âKinda?â
âYeah, itâs mine,â he cleared his throat, helping you carry your bag down to the room before bringing you back up to the galley, âI used to be on a sailing team when I was in school and after I graduated I got this for my friends and I.â
âNice,â You looked around, still in shock at the size of the sails. It was a Beneteau Oceanis 48 with such a sleek, clean look you were scared to sit on any part of it. You wanted to ask how much it was but resisted the urge to, scared youâd sound rude.
Still half asleep, you watched Jungkook set sail behind the wheel, his jacket already off and the sleeves of his linen shirt.
âSleep a little, weâve got time,â he said lastly.
It went easy between you two, you felt comfortable and for some reason safe with him enough to letyourself relax around him. You can't remember falling asleep but at some point you had and when you were woken up it was with him dropping anchor in the middle of the open sea.
The waves were calm, breathtaking deep blue and you could see the line of gold separating the ocean from the sky. It was beginning to warm up but you still shivered in your thin sweater, looking up feeling awestruck by the view.
"Look who's finally awake," Jungkook said softly as he secured the wheel and came over to where you sat. He grabbed his jacket â that he had grown too hot for â and placed it over your front. You took in the light scent of his cologne that lingered on the Northface and thanked him, "You said I could sleep."
"I know," he sat across from you, looking at you with a gentle look on his eyes, "I did wake you up pretty early, but look at the view. Do you like it?"
"Yeah, it's nice," You leaned against the edge of the seat, staring down at the dark navy blue water, almost catching your reflection in it. The line of gold was beginning to widen and a circle of light was bouncing off the ocean beautifully. "If you plan on pushing me over the edge, now's the time."
"You're dumb," he laughed, kicking your foot with his playfully. You smiled, trying not to laugh as you looked at him, "Aren't you cold?"
"No, it's hard work getting a sail boat out and I was starting to sweat," Jungkook lifted an arm, flexing it, "But these guns never fail me."
"That's too bad, I was hoping you'd want to keep me warm but I don't want you to overheat," You teased, looking at him invitingly and his eyes shifted to the open space next to you. To set it off, you even winked.
"You know what, now that you mention it, being surrounded by this sea breeze is making me a little chilly," Jungkook pretended to shiver as he got up.
"The sun's rising, I'm sure you'll warm up again really soon," You said as he sat next to you, touching your leg and making you put it on his lap.
"Who knows, I'm suddenly freezing, come closer," he rested his arm on the back of your seat, pulling you onto his lap, "I heard body heat is good to warm up."
"You can always just put your jacket on," You pretended to argue making him roll your eyes, almost sassily.
"But you look so much better in it," He brushed hair out of your face that the wind blew over, finger softly tracing the side of your face.
"I hate to admit this but... you're too good to be true," You said honestly, shifting your gaze away, "Like, too perfect."
"But I'm not," Jungkook argued quietly, "I'm just... I don't know, I'm not acting like myselfâor maybe I am and haven't realized it but I think it's you. I want to impress you."
You didn't know how to respond but he didn't mind. He was more focused on the soft glimmer in your eye as you watched the sky turn a powder blue with orange, hearing the seagulls and light whooshing sound of the sails.
It's bad how affected you're leaving him and you don't even know it.
"Y/n," Jungkook tried getting your attention again, leaned his head against your shoulder. You didn't have to say anything to know what he was asking. The first soft brush of his lips against your jaw had you succumbing to his effect. He tilted your chin with the tip of his fingers, catching your lips with his, finally.
How do you describe it?
How do you explain how soft and tender his lips felt? How his fingers grazing your skin sent a shiver down your spine and how he was surprisingly very loving with his affection?
This man who you barely knew and trusted too much was making you melt in his arms, kissing you and making it feel like you've never been kissed before.
"This is bad," he mumbled against your lips, pulling back to catch his breath, eyes still closed, "I really like you."
You gave him one quick peck of a kiss, sitting up, "Tell me all about it then."
Jungkook couldn't he'll but crack a grin, licking the taste of you off his lips. He wouldn't be able to shut up if he did.
You're beautiful, stunning, truly.
Even with your face in sand or your hair a mess, a scowl or pout, just beautiful to him. It was so stupid for him to be swayed by that but it's obviously what pulled him in first.
You were so meanâhe thought, at leastâbut it never stopped him from approaching you. It's like he knew it wasn't your intention to come off so cold and when you'd joke back with him, he could see the hint of mischief in your eyes. It made him want to push your buttons or say something he knew would get a reaction from you.
You're different and he wishes it didn't sound so stupid like he knew you would think if he ever told you but you are. You're like no one he's metâreally met, beyond surface level interests or habits. You responded differently, looked at him differently, treated him different.
"I won't shut up if I do," he said honestly, "Can't I just show you, instead?"
"How suggestive," you giggled, letting him kiss you again. There was more force to it this time, like he really meant it. The first one was firm and teasing, really testing the waters when his hand disappeared into your hair to keep you from pulling away.
You were spending the golden hour of the late sunrise with Jungkook sailing on a boat in the ocean. The view was amazing and his lips were so soft.
His lip ring is surprisingly warm when it brushes your lips, and his tongue feels slick against yours. He held you closely making you feel secure and safe [?], and at one point you made it onto his lap, practically straddling him.
You pressed closer to him eagerly and the movement makes his hands travel toward your hips for support, his jacket long forgotten on the floor. The seat was hard underneath him but if he mentioned it you might pull away and that's the last thing he wanted in the moment. Jungkook liked kissing you, he liked feeling your lips trail down his jaw and toward his neck where you didn't shy away from leaving open mouth kissed against his Adam's apple or under his ear.
"Y/nâ" his hands circled around you tighter, "Have you gotten a good look at the cabin?"
Your brows furrowed momentarily, looking down the short steps to the cabin door where a big bed was seen through the window, "No, want to show me?"
You began to get up from Jungkook's lap, making his hands slide off down your hip, leading you to the cabin.
Jungkook wasnât as subtle as he hoped to be when he pressed you into his chest, peppering your shoulder with light and teasing kisses taking you further into the room. A small smile played on your lips when you turned to face him, circling your arms around his neck.
He didnât question it when you walked him toward the bed instead, making him sit down as you kissed and straddling him once more. You were a good kissed and Jungkook could attest to that by the way your tongue slid between his lips to seek his out. It was a surprise for you to be so forward with him but he wasnât complaining at all. If anything it made him want to take it further. He wasnât shy with his touches anymore and you could feel his hands circle down to your butt, pressing you firmly into his lap.
It was hard to ignore his arousal from your simple make-out. It was evident in his shorts and it made you want to keep going. You began to rock your hips against him lightly, feeling his growing bulge apply pressure between your legs.
âCan we get this off?â Jungkook asked about your jacket first, feeling you miles away and when you unzipped it, you pulled off your shirt too leaving him breathless, âYouâre bolder than I thought.â
âIs that a bad thing?â You asked, watching his fingers trace down your bare sides, looking at your bra and chest. His finger hooked into the hem of your jeans as if to teasingly ask if they can come off next and you gave him the go ahead, starting to unbutton his shirt for him.
âNever,â he sighed, eyes closing when your hands touched his muscular chest. His hands snuck under her jeans playing with your underwear and grinding your hips against his worn more purpose drawing out a small groan in the process.
When your hips began to move on their own, teasing his aching member, he leaned forward to kiss along your neck, finding your pulse points with ease and reaching behind you for the clasp of your bra to get it off next.
Your arms circled his neck, hugging his head close to feel his lips on your skin and moved your hips with more determined rhythm. Youâd be lying if you said his kisses werenât turning you on and sending shivers down your spine. Jungkook slid your bra off letting it hit the floor while you wrestled his opened shirt off his shoulders and hugged him in a kiss.
âYouâre so sexy,â Jungkook whispered, kissing the soft mound of your breasts, âEven when I had you in the ground covered in sand thatâs all I could think about.â
âAnd here I thought it was my personality that drew you in,â You teased, letting him finally turn you on your back beneath him. He pulled your jeans off leaving you in your small slither of panty.
âTrust me, it did,â Jungkook said, kissing along your thighs, âHurt my feelings that the pretty girl from the beach couldnât care less about me.â
âA real shot to your ego,â you raised your knees
Jungkook leaned forward to catch your lips in a kiss, hovering over your body, âIt really was.â
A small gasp left your lips as you felt his hand trace down the curve of your sides, slipping into your underwear and feeling the soft slope of your nether region. Your thighs parted more, letting his finger tease your clit.
âI wasnât too impressed in the beginning,â You joked, lifting your hips when you felt his finger begin to feel around your folds, surely finding where the slick began to puddle. He used the wetness to coat your clit, raising a light sigh from your lips there he swallowed in a kiss.
âIâm well aware,â Jungkook whispered against your lips. You rose your hips to meet his hand, finding some stimulation that made your body respond with raise bumps in pleasure, âWhat about now?â
As he asked, his coated middle finger finally pressed into your wet cunt, with his palm against your clit and grinding into it as he pushed his finger into the hilt. You dug your nails into his tatted forearm to ground yourself against the sudden feeling and holding back the loud moan that almost slipped. He smiled, clearly amused by your reaction. He maneuvered his hand around so his thumb could find your clit and with it covered in your arousal it made the slide so much easier.
Jungkookâs long finger slide into your pussy with slight restriction, curling when he pushed all the way in and finding that sweet spot that had your breath hitching and probing at it. You were at a loss for words and he loved it, it made him want to kiss you as he brought you pleasure with just his hand. He wasnât even asking for a response anymore, he was just trying to tell you how heâs felt while he makes you feel good on an expensive sail boat in the sea.
The sunrise had long been forgotten and replaced by the thought of how good he made you feel and he was happy about that.
"Oh, fuck." You gasped, gripping his armas he hooks his finger at just the right angle. You didnât even have to tell him that was the spot that made your toes curl, itâs like he just knew it.
"Like it?" He asked, repeating his previous action, kissing along your neck for added stimulation.
He could feel you on edge of orgasm by the way you pinched his arm but he didnât care about the slight sting. He cared more for the glazed look in your eyes, walls tightening around his finger.
Itâs like he knew exactly when the last push would be, and his pace grew more rough, ready to get you there and finally your body gave way to pleasure.
âPretty,â Jungkook said softly, feeling your release around his hand, letting you ride out your high and pulling his hand back when you were ready. Your breathing was shallow and the sight of your breasts falling and rising with each breath was hypnotizing. When he pulled back, he couldnât stand the constriction of his shorts anymore. Without thinking, he licked your release off his hand before yanking his shorts down along with his usual Calvin Kleins.
Jungkook didnât say he was ready to go further, but you could tell just by the way his cock sprung free from its confines. It was pretty and long, not too think nor skinny and fit his physique perfectly. He stroked himself here and there for some friction but didnât hurry you along. Instead, he let you catch your breath as he watched in awe at the fact that he had you in bed with him.
âCome here,â you motioned for him to come closer with your index finger and sat up, fully naked before him and getting him in the bed with you. Jungkook followed in a trance, kissing you thoughtlessly and nearly biting your lip in surprise when your fingers touched the tip of his dick, feeling the pre-cum that leaked from the slit.
You barely had your hand wrapped around his pretty cock, giving him a small jerk up his length when his fingers circled around your waist to stop you, âNot tonight.â
You tried to read the expression in his eyes but he just kissed you lovingly, âI want to feel you, all of you.â
âWhat a giver,â You said playfully, kissing the tip of his nose and laying back with him following after you. He held your legs apart, lining his cock at your entrance, âCan I? Iâll pull out.â
You gave a nod of your head, looking down as his cock pressed forward, aching to feel the tightness of your wet walls hugging him.
Youâre not sure what came over you then, but the feel of his dick pushing past your entrance made you feel bold. Your leg hooked around his waist, pulling him forward and watching how his jaw went slack. Jungkook looked down at how eagerly you took him and his arms nearly gave out, eyes rolling as he processed the sudden pleasure.
You still needed a moment to adjust to his size and he practically fused himself to your body, trapping you beneath his muscular figure, âFuck.â
His movements were slow at first, thrusting gently to find what felt good and what didnât, running gentle hands over your breasts so he could feel the fullness of them. When he thrusted his hard length in, his thumbs were circled your nipples, pulling his cock out and pinching at them. Something about the leg you had around him drove him wild, feeling your territoriality over him even if there was a chance it meant nothing.
âJungkook,â you moaned softly at a particularly harsh thrust, scratching at his back unintentionally, âFeels good.â
Something was happening inside of him that he couldnât explain. He wanted to say things he shouldnât, things that were too soon to admit and he had to bite his tongue to stop himself. The only other way he could stop himself from sounding like a fool was with his mouth on you and the closest thing to him were your perky nipples.
Jungkook never slowed the steady pace he set fucking you but with the added pleasure to your chest, his tongue circling around your nipple and sucking lightly, had you seeing stars. Youâd nearly forgotten where you were till you looked out the windows, seeing the clear sky and the pretty water making this all feel more surreal.
Jungkook hugged you close, hand gripping your thigh and inching it higher around himself as he fucked you rougher, taking pleasure in bringing you close again and this time around he couldnât bother being as gentle. He wanted to, he swears, but heâs so turned on by you that he couldnât be patient at all. You didnât even seem to mind when his hips slammed into yours, turning you to lay on your side, fucking yourself on his cock with more vigor knowing he needed release too, and let him manhandle you however he wanted. His free hand snuck into your hair, pulling slightly when he dragged you into another kiss and groaned against your lips.
Neither of you had to say anything to know you were both close, and it made you impatient. You moaned at the roughness, letting yourself get lost in the feeling unripe you couldnât take it anymore, once again cumming with little control of yourself. He held you so roughly to his body, not letting you go as you struggled to catch your breath and you knew it was taking everything in him to not let go inside you. Thatâs the only thing that had you pushing away from him, trying to sneak a hand down to touch him but the second you did, his cock spilled thick cum into your hand, creamy and white. You wanted a taste badly.
Jungkook moaned your name quietly, feeling pathetic to cum so easily by your hand but he couldnât hold back anymore. It took him longer to bounce back than you, and when he opened his eyes he caught you pressing a finger to your tongue, taking a small taste that left him shuddering.
âDonât do that,â his voice said, raspy and tired tone.
âYou did it to me,â You said, licking your finger clean, âAnd you made a mess.â
âSorry,â he couldnât help but pout, looking surprisingly cute to you even with his hair a sweaty mess and the afterglow of sex on his naked body, âKiss?â
A grin spreads over his face when you lean in to kiss him, happily kissing you back more gently now.
âWould I sound wimpy if I said I needed a nap?â It pained him to even ask but he was suddenly so tired and relaxed in your arms. It made him feel unmanly to even think to ask but he couldnât help it, he could lay in bed all day with you if it was an option, âWe can worry about breakfast laterâperhaps when itâs consider lunch or an afternoon snack.â
You laughed softly, snuggling into him further, âLet me at least clean up a little and then we can sleep for as long as you want.â
Jungkook smiled happily, letting you leave to the bathroom as he hurriedly tugged the bedding off. He wasnât too worried about the boat, knowing he properly set anchor and the water was calm today. If anything the light rocking of the boat could lull him to sleep if you were in his arms.
âAre you sick of me yet?â Jungkook asked, watching you drift in and out of sleep as he drove away from the shipping dock. It was the evening and the hours spent in the open sun was exhausting, even with how sweet it felt. At least he thinks you might feel that way.
If he were being honest, he could still be with you longer. There hadnât been enough hours in the day for him, âOr do you think we could still get dinner?â
âWe can, but I need a shower, Iâm sticky and sweaty,â You said absentmindedly, catching the way he bit his lip with a smirk that had you smacking his arm, âDonât be gross.â
âI didnât say anything,â He laughed, grinning as he thought about the way you said his name when you were naked in his arms, âBut, I want to take you to my family home. My parents are gone for the weekend and itâs closer than my apartment.â
âAre you hiding your apartment from me?â You asked jokingly.
âNo, but I live with Jimin and I want to be selfish and have you to myself longer so your place is out of the question too,â Jungkook admitted.
âAnd what am I supposed to wear? I didnât really pack clothes,â You looked down at his linen shirt you currently wore, only panties underneath thinking youâd be going home after the eventful day.
âSomething mine, you look good in whatâs mine,â Jungkook said with a wink, âIâll make us something niceâmaybe get something orderedâŠâ
âOh I guess.â
You didnât question the drive away from the houses lining the beach in his pick up truck. You stared out the window and watched the view turn more scenic would hillsides and small rocky edges, more nature-esque.
Songs played quietly that Jungkook would sometimes hum along too with a perfect pitch that had looking over at him from time to time. When he would catch you looking, heâd stop immediately and tighten his hands over the steering wheel.
He was nervous.
His family home was empty and he could go to it whenever he pleased but did he really want to bring you along? Open up another side of himself just for a few more moments alone? Did you mean this much to him?
Swallowing his nerves, he turned down a private road with tall trees and white gravel. It stretched on for a mile before ending at private gates. You sat up, slightly more aware of what was going on when he lowered his window to type in some code, hearing someone speak through an intercom, âWelcome home, sir.â
He could feel your eyes on him and he just smiled, âWash up first?â
âPlease,â You said, looking away, staring straight ahead at the colonial house that appeared in view. It was obscenely large with endless windows and greenery surrounding it making it all the more intimidating.
This is his family home, yours couldnât compare.
Still, you tried not to question it.
Jungkook didnât bother driving back to the private garage, he pulled up to the circular driveway by the fountain of a water nymph and got out of his truck, opening the door for you. It shouldâve dawned on him that something was going to happen. The lights were on when no one should be home.
Still, heâs already brought you this far.
âJungkook?â
His hand stopped at the handle of your door, just barely pulling it open but with little room for you to step out. You stopped moving instantly, watching the way he visibly stiffened, face hardening as he looked off to the distance.
âYouâre here, what a surprise.â
âMom,â he turned around immediately, âI thought you guys werenât home.â
âWell, if you would answer the phone, when I call, you would know your fatherâs trip was canceled,â a women in a tweed Chanel suit and a tight smile stepped down from the entrance, âYouâve brought company?â
As if being summoned, Jungkook looked at you, motioning for you to step out and although you didnât want you, you didâundressed and exhausted. The woman was stunning and classy like youâd never seen, somewhat taken back that she was the mother of the beach boy youâve met.
Not to mention, it was too early to meet anyoneâs parents. It made you sick to your stomach even as you smiled politely, âHello.â
âThis is Y/n,â Jungkook reached for your hand, âWe were just stopping by.â
âWhen you thought no one was home?â She asked, making you look at him. He was grown, clearly, but still scolded and questioned like a child.
Jungkook didnât say anything but you could feel him squeeze your hand when her eyes traveled over your barely dressed figure. He at least had on a t-shirt that was in his truck and his shorts.
âWhy donât the two of you clean up, weâre having dinner on the terrace,â She said looking unimpressed, âIâll have a maid find you something more appropriate.â
âOh, we donât want to boââ
âWe have guests so donât make a scene, I already had to make an excuse for why you wouldnât be here, you canât leave now. Even if you do have sudden company.â
That shut Jungkook up quicker than youâd ever seen. It wasnât that you couldnât catch on to what was happening, but more so you could wrap your mind around the reality of it. You moved almost as robotically as he did, sneaking into the house unsure what was going on aside from doing as told. He took you into his bedroom, pulling you in the bathroom with him and washing up. His entire demeanor changed and you didnât know what to do.
âShould I go? I could probably get Hoseok to get me,â You told him honestly. You werenât upset â not yet. As far as you knew, Jungkook might have a complicated relationship with his parents meeting the person heâs sleeping with, especially considering how recent things are with you. Neither of you are ready to meet the family, itâs just fun summer things. Youâd say the biggest shock was that Jungkook seemed to be wealthy and likes to keep that private but does that make you worried?
âNo, I want you here with me,â Jungkook said, swallowing hard and opening the door to his room, finding something folded on the edge of his bed. He handed it to you without much thought as he got dressed.
It was nothing crazy, just a light colored sundress and you had to dry off quickly so you could join him downstairs. Part of you wanted to call your friends but what would it mean if you did?
âWhat a surprise, brother, and I see youâve finally brought someone new along,â an arrogant voice spoke up from the large dinner table on the terrace. It was a candle lit dinner with six guests aside from the two of you and you immediately reconciled a familiar face.
âHello, sorry for keeping everyone waiting,â Jungkook said stiffly, âThis is Y/n.â
âWeâve met,â Yeaun said when the others looked at you confused. Their greetings were bland and uncaring but you tried not to think too hard on it, âOn the beach, right?â
âYes, I remember,â You tried to smile, looking at Jungkook just as confused as everyone.
âYeaun is a family friend,â Jungkook explained to you.
âAn ex-fiancĂ©e,â His mother said coldly, making him freeze.
Why was she saying this?
âDarling,â an older version of Jungkook with salt and pepper hair said to his wife in warning.
âWeâre on good terms though,â Yeaun smiled tightly, âThings have been changing recently, havenât they?â
She asked you like you would knowâlike you were the reason for it but you were too stuck on what she was to care.
Ex-what?
âSo, are you still going with the firm?â A woman sitting next to his brother said to him. That made his brother laugh, âHeâs still playing around Jinâs auto shop.â
âIs everyone already eating? What about us?â Jungkook looked at you suddenly, âShould we get served?â
The firm? What firm? What fiancée? What was going on?
âY/n, what about you? Are you new in town? Who are your parents?â The dad asked, making all heads turn toward you, a member of who you assumed was house staff, began to serve you and Jungkook dinner.
âDad,â Jungkook tried to say but he didnât get very far.
âIâm just here for the summer, Iâm from the city,â You told him with a smile.
âHowâd you meet?â Jungkookâs mother asked.
âOn the beach,â You told her plainly. She didnât say anything in response but you could feel the way her eyes narrowed at you like she was trying to read you. You werenât lying or anything but it felt like she didnât believe you. Under the table, Jungkookâs hand touched your thigh but in all honesty you didnât even want him to touch you. Itâs not anything serious, you were just confused and uncomfortable in this situation. He shouldâve just taken you home or let you call Hoseok.
âA city girl, huh? You must have a big job, right? What do you do?â His brother asked.
âIâm in between work right now,â You said honestly, just as you had told Jungkook who seemed to be open to that idea and understood why. Sometimes, doing the same routine in a career you didnât have passion anymore left you drained and you needed a change of pace. You explained this to him and he made it all feel okay so why were you being looked at strangely?
âSo wasting your time over here is what you want to be doing?â His mom asked.
Jungkook took a deep breath, wanting to speak up but unsure how to do so. He obviously hasnât told you anything but his relationship with his family is complicated. The added guests made it all the worse. Has he always been such a coward?
âThatâs what it seems like,â You said bitterly, looking over at Jungkook with a cold expression.
You donât remember much of the rest of dinner, only that you hated every second of it and how you just wanted to go home. You checked out of all conversations after a while and watched the tension between them with little interest. What youâve learned is that Jungkook is good at keeping things from others even when he begs to know more himself.
The irony, it was annoying. By the end of dinner, you didnât care to know what any of them had to say, much less Yeaun who everyone continued to remind you was his ex that they all loved dearly. They were saying it for a reason, like if you wanted to take her place and be with Jungkook who belonged to a group of people who wonât let outsiders in.
âWell at least sheâs pretty,â you remember being told.
âIâm sorry,â was the first thing Jungkook said after dinner but you didnât bother to acknowledge him. Instead, you led the way to his truck so he could take you home.
The car ride was so eerily silent that it felt deafening. He tried and tried to talk to you but you just ignored him, not caring at all for whatever might come out of his mouth and he canât really blame you.
âYou lied to me,â You said finally, staring holes into his dashboard.
âI didnât mean to,â Jungkook admitted, âEverything Iâve said to you is true.â
You scoffed, rolling your eyes and looking out the dark window, âJust take me home.â
âY/n,â Jungkook reached across the middle console for your hand but you crossed your arms over your chest and shifted away from him even more, âIâm sorry, we shouldâve just gone somewhere elââ
âLook, it was never going to work out anyway so just take me home and we can both go on with our lives because clearly weâre nothing alike at all,â You said bitterly, âI was just dumb enough to believe we are. Itâs been a long day.â
He wanted to argue but for the first time since heâs met you, heâs left silent. Heâs a coward, heâs aware of that now and it felt sickening to realize it finally. Heâs always been the type to do what heâs told, follow the plan his parents have set out for him and this is the first time heâs realizing how much he hates it.
When the truck pulled up to the front of your house, he began to unbuckle his belt, quietly saying, âIâll walk you to the dââ
The car door slammed shut in the middle of his words and although he knew it was better for him to give you space, he just couldnât. He couldnât let you walk off on him without trying to really hear him outâjust let him get his thoughts together. As pathetic as it sounds, Jungkook feels like a kid again. He feels anxious to be ignored or scolded.
Without a care for gentleness, he swung his side door open to the large truck and got down to follow after you, âIâm sorry, okay? I didnât realize they would be home and if I did I wouldnât have invited you over. I just wanted to spend more time with you.â
âThatâs not the problem, Jungkook,â you said back to him, âThe problem is that youâre so secretive about everything and fine, whatever, you donât have to tell me but donât act like you want to know anything about me then if I canât expect the same.â
You released a sigh at his silence, turning away, âGo home.â
Your front door slammed in his face shutting him out and he could see people staring through the window; probably overhearing everything and he wanted to disappear. When had things gotten so complicated for him?
He missed the days when he didnât have anything to worry about but now that heâs starting to see the people around him more clearly, heâs realizing he doesnât like it at all.
â§
It took you days to think about Jungkook again, mostly because you wanted to ignore him and he was making it easy for you. He has only messaged and called a couple times before he got the hint that you donât want to talk to him and gave up.
You canât tell if you preferred that or wished he kept trying but you had to move on. The two of you werenât dating, you hooked up on a boat before realizing his family are pretentious assholes and wanted nothing to do with him now.
You know heâs not his family but at the same time these are people he surrounds himself with and if he was attracted to someone like Yeaun, there was no way he was into you too. You barely know her but you know enough to see that youâre nothing alike.
âWhat are you looking at?â Hoseok asked, looming over your shoulder.
âApartments, I still canât find anything good, I think I need to go home for a few days and do some in-person tours,â You told him with a sigh, scrolling through listings, sitting alone in the beach themed living room that looked fresh out of a cape cod magazine.
âItâs not a quick commute,â He said, âBesides, I already said you can stay with me till we find you a place, thereâs no rush.â
âI know, but thereâs nothing better to do,â You said with a shrug.
âItâs called avoiding,â Hyeri said, sitting on the edge of the couch, âSo Y/nâs probably not gonna come back if she leaves now. Youâre mad at Jungkook.â
âNo, Iâm not,â you rolled your eyes, âThatâs over and I havenât done anything but laze around all day. I need to get my shit together.â
You just want to go home.
âWhatâs up with you? Youâve looked mad all day,â Jimin pointed out as he mindlessly dug his feet into the sand. Heâs dragged Jungkook out after days of not seeing him but his friend couldnât care less about the beach or hanging out with him. He actually didn't want to hang out with anyone.
âIs it the thing from the other night?â Jimin asked like it was so simple, âYeaun was talking about it, so youâve introduced your new girl to the family and it didnât go so well?â
âJimin.â
âYeah?â
âAre you really my friend?â Jungkook asked, sitting at the bottom of one of the net posts, squinting up at the sun.
âAre you kidding? Iâve been around since you were in diapers, youâre like a brother to me,â Jimin said with a laugh, âI just donât agree with some of the decisions you make.â
âLike?â He pressed for more.
âI donât know, I just think you have a lot going for you and lately youâve been acting like you donât,â Jimin said, shrugging, âYou passed the Bar Exam a while ago and instead of going to your dadâs firm youâre wasting time at Jinâs. You donât answer the phone when your family calls and you ignore your friends forâŠâ
âSay it.â
âFor some chick you donât know,â Jimin scoffed, âI donât get it. Itâs always been you and I, Chaehi and Yeaun. Always. Since we were kids and suddenly you break it off with one of the only girls whoâs been here for you and find someone new to entertain yourself with. Itâs weird.â
âAsshole,â Jungkook rolled his eyes, kicking off the ground and leaving his friend behind. He wasnât sure where he was going but he just wanted to be alone.
Were you really just some girl? Is that what everyone thought? Yes, things had been incredibly easy with you but did that mean you werenât anything more than a fling? As dramatic as it sounds, every interaction with you has been probably the best heâs ever had.
Youâre funny, pretty, smart, and so much more than he ever imagined. You pulled him in and pushed him away in the best way possible. Of course itâs been strange getting rejected but you do it in a way that tells him to keep going. You were always there to listen to his obnoxious flirting and when he did decide to tell you anything about himself, you didnât judge.
Heâs so stupid for not doing the same. He wanted you to open up to him because he wanted to get closer to you but he didnât allow himself to do it too. It was unfair so he understands why youâre mad but he canât stand it.
He wants to call you but would you want to listen?
Jungkook found himself walking toward the boardwalk hoping the bustling energy from midday was enough to distract him. He thinks you remind him of something different, being somewhere different where he didnât have to worry so much about what he did or who he was with. Jiminâs right that lately Jungkook hasnât been doing anything to be apart of his familyâs plans for him. Heâs kind of been trying to live in the moment and clearly that wasnât so bad. Thatâs how he met you and besides, itâs not like he hasnât been thinking about his future. He just doesnât see it here in this small town where everyone knows his name. He sees himself somewhere far in the city where he could just blend in with everyone else and do what he wants to do, be with who he wants to. Itâs you, itâs seriously you.
Youâve opened up his eyes a little and he hates that his lack of honesty has pushed you away. He canât even blame it on the uncomfortable dinner because if he wasnât such a coward, he wouldâve done more. He canât deny that thereâs something up with him and he has no doubt in his mind that you have something to do with it. Barely knowing you has done so much more for him than the people heâs known all his life.
Your best friends wanted you to forget about your plans on leaving, knowing you too well to believe you would come back. Youâre not the type to do so. If you set your mind on leaving, even for a short time, you wouldnât come back especially knowing you could run into Jungkook whenever. Maybe you were a coward too because all you ever wanted to do was run away when things get complicated and the last thing you had wanted was for this trip to get that way too.
They dragged you out of the house for a late lunch that you werenât even hungry for and as a way to distract you but it did the complete opposite of that. Instead, you were brought to that restaurant you came to with Jungkook and the same server who youâve seen now talk with a girl Yeaun was always around. They were friends and it shouldâve been the first sign that you would never get him. You were never part of the plan around here, you were a step back to everyone involved with him and it made you bitter.
Howâd you catch the attention of someone so unavailable?
âCome on, I havenât bought a single thing here, Iâve been too busy working on my tan,â Hyeri said, pulling you along behind her to a clothing stand of sundresses, âWeâve got a few more weeks here, I think itâs time I fit the vibe, right?â
âYeah,â You told her, looking through the rack of dresses absentmindedly. You wandered away just a little, to a table filled with jewelry and ran your fingers over certain metals and gems. You werenât thinking much on what was going on around you, too distracted choosing between gold and silver to notice the person standing yards away looking stunned.
For the first time in over a week, Jungkook has found you again, on the beach, looking as breathtaking as usual. After all youâve been avoiding him, he canât help but hesitate. Does he approach you or not?
âY/n?â
You looked up, brows furrowed slightly at who stood in front of you, âYeaun.â
âHey! How good to see you,â She smiled her usual tight smile that never quite reached her eyes. Up close you could see just how perfect she must seem to everyone from her height to her figure and tone of voice. She usually wore gold accessories and bikini tops or dresses. She was your perfect âGirl Next Doorâ but if you paid enough attention to some of the things she said, youâd see how backhanded it all seemed.
âIt was such a surprise to see you the other night. I guess none of us knew you were with Jungkook,â Yeaun said it so casually even if you could tell she was prying, âWhere is he by the way?â
âWhy donât you ask his mother? The two of you seem close,â You tried not to sound bitter but youâre sure your body language gave away that you were. You searched for Hyeri who was looking at dresses on herself in the mirror and Hoseok left to get snow cones so once again, you were alone in her presence.
âYeah, sorry about that, our parents go way back,â Yeaun said with a wave of her hand, âItâs a small town, yâknow. Everyone knew we were high school sweethearts and when we got engaged everyone was so excited. You can imagine their surprise when we broke it offâsorry, you probably donât want to hear about this again. Iâm sure Jungkook has said enough.â
âIt might sound strange but he doesnât bring you up at all,â You told her, failing to say how you havenât talked to him, âI guess he got over it a long time before anyone else did.â
âI guess so,â her stupid smile once again, âI like you, youâre good for him and Iâm sorry if his family seemed closed off. Theyâre kind of exclusive with who they bring around. They donât want just anyone around their sons. Iâm sure you can see why, Jungkook is perfect, right? A lawyer in the making, athletic, kindâŠâ
âSilver or gold?â You asked, holding up two different sets of earrings. She blinked in surprise, choosing one and trying to carry on, âWhat I mean is, heâs the whole package so everyone wants him but he also has a lot of responsibilities. If someone isnât able to stand behind them all and support him⊠maybe theyâre not the right fitâespecially if they wonât stick around.â
You didnât say anything for a moment, setting the earrings back down and smiling, amused by her audacity, âWho broke it off with who?â
âIt was mutual.â
âDoesnât sound like it was,â You said with a smile, beginning to walk away from her, âBut donât worry, I donât usually like competing for someoneâs attention. I guess I didnât realize you did, so good luck.â
âMeaning?â Her eyes narrowed.
âMeaning, youâre wasting your breath talking to me because I donât care what you have to say,â You said sweetly, âBut it was so nice seeing you again, hopefully next time weâll have something new to talk about.â
With that, you left her behind, nearly walking past Hyeri on the way, âWhere you going?â
âMy phoneâs dying, Iâm going the house,â you told her quickly, continuing to leave before anyone else could run into you.
âWhatâd you say to Y/n?â Jungkook asked, pushing his way through the crowds of people, getting to the stand too late and watching you walk away.
âNothing,â Yeaun raised her hands in feigned surrender, âI was just catching up. Why so worried?â
âWhereâs she going?â Jungkook asked Hyeri, ignoring Yeaun who called for him.
âTo the house?â Hyeri said, confused by whatever she missed but she couldnât even ask when Jungkook practically ran after you.
You cut through the beach instead of taking the long route down the street. You walked farther and farther away from him but he never stopped.
âY/n! Can we talk?â He asks, catching you by surprise but you didnât even act like it. You merely threw him a glance before walking faster.
âIâm kind of in a hurry,â You lied, stepping over the grassy parts in the white sand where you could see more residential properties.
âLook, Iâm sorry. I really am, I shouldâve been more up front from the beginning but I swear I didnât keep things from you to hurt you,â Jungkook said, not stopping his pace even when he can see your house in the distance.
âItâs fine, Iâm over it,â You told him, not turning back again as you looked up at the back deck of your house. You still walked closer to down the shore than the trail but you would get there soon.
âBut Iâm not, I⊠canât stand the thought of you being done with me,â Jungkook said honestly, âSince Iâve met you all I can do is think about you and Iâm kicking myself over letting you find things out in a hard way. I donât like the way you were talked to and I shouldâve said more but I didnât and I regret it so much.â
âJungkook, I donât care,â you groaned, whipping around to face him, âI donât care that you kept things from me. I donât care that thereâs something seriously wrong with your family or your ex fiancĂ©e. I donât care if everyone thinks Iâm not good enough for you and do you want to know why? Because itâs the summer and Iâm not from here and it was fun to fool around in the moment but itâs too complicated now. I don't want anything to do with it. Are you getting it now? I want to go home and forget all about this.â
âYou want to leave?â He asked, getting closer and closer, âAnd what happens then? We just never see each other again because I didnât mean anything to you?â
âI guess if thatâs how youâre seeing itââ
âBullshit,â He scoffed, âI donât care how long weâve known each other or not, you want me just as much as I want you but youâre letting everything else get in the way. Iâm sorry, I donât know what else I can say or do to express that.â
âIâm leaving,â You argued, stepping away, âIâm going back to my normal life and you can go back to yours. Stop making this a bigger deal than it was.â
âWhat if I donât want to? What if I think youâre the best thing to happen to me in a while and the thought of you just leaving doesnât sit right with me? What if I say I donât want this to just be a summer thing and I will follow you wherever you go if it means I get to talk to you more?â Jungkook kept going.
âOh my god, Jungkook. Open your eyes! Join the real world, please!â You groaned, too frustrated to bother getting away, âWe still donât know much about each other, clearly. You live in this perfect little bubble with people who care about you and have plans for you. Why canât you see that? Why are you wanting to throw that away for someone you barely know?â
âIâm not mad, I promise,â You tried to say, âOur lives are just too different and Iâm ready to go back to mineââ
Your words were cut off by the rough pull into his arms. Jungkookâs touch was tender yet forceful, dragging your face toward his until your lips clashed messily and you kissed him back. Like a fool, you kissed him too despite everything you were saying.
It made your heart race, practically feeling his want for you and unable to help yourself from succumbing to it.
He canât remember how long the kiss was, but long enough for his chest to grow heavy with a need to breathe that he had to pull away. His forehead rested against yours, âIf you still want to leave⊠okay. I canât make you stay but I really want you to, Y/n.â
You didnât say anything, knowing you did want to leave. At this point it was more for yourself. No matter how harsh they were, they were right. You needed to get your act together and stop avoiding the problems in your life and that meant you needed to go home.
âAnd I promise that Iâm going to see you again whether it be here or somewhere else,â Jungkook said.
FOUR WEEKS LATER
Jungkook was enamored by city life, heâs grown to learn about himself. Something about the tall skyscrapers and bustling traffic excited him like no other while other people hated them. Of course he missed the beach, surfing, volleyball, his friends⊠but this was for himself. He needed to do something on his own even if it meant doing something unimaginable but it was for the better.
He misses working with cars but he knows better. He put all that work into law school just so he could avoid it and do something else and he needed that to stop. Even if he didnât work in his fatherâs firm, that didnât mean he couldnât get his foot in the door somewhere else.
After you left and all his distractions were gone, he was able to focus more on what he wanted to do. He got on his laptop to look at internships at other law firms and one day, in his endless searching, he found a small office to work in. It was in the city and it didnât take him long to pack up his things and go to it. It started problemsâof courseâ but it didnât stop him, especially knowing you were somewhere here too.
Youâve barely talked since you moved back but he still misses you. He missed you and him on the beach or sailing in the sea. He misses making you laugh or roll your eyes and he wonders how youâre doing. He kept in touch with Hoseok and Hyeri after you left and when they followed suit at the end of vacation, he wanted to ask them about you but he knew better. He knows you werenât just a fling but maybe one day youâll come back and give it another shot.
âIced Americano?â
âI didnât order one,â Jungkook said as he sat alone at a table in a nice cafe. He didnât look up until the cup was set down in front of him and when he was ready to tell the barista it wasnât for him, he froze.
âI know, you donât really give me âCoffee Drinkerâ vibes but I figured it was worth a shot,â You sat down across from him.
âAre you stalking me?â He asked, dumbfounded and confused but more excited than anything. He couldnât believe you were here, at the same place as him by chance.
âWell, I was going to ask the same, this is my usual stop before work and Iâve never seen you here before,â You said, continuing the conversation with him like it never ended.
Jungkook couldnât help but smile, âWell, you see, Iâm new to town and trying new places since this is on my way to work.â
âIs it?â You asked, âYou must live around here.â
âAs it turns out I do,â Jungkook cleared his throat, âItâs a recent move but one I donât regret.â
âHow are you?â You asked with a shy smile and flushed cheeks, the autumn air beginning to take over.
âBetter nowâafter this coffee I mean,â he teased, taking a sip and scrunching his face in disgust.
You bit your lip in thought, âActually um, itâs good Iâve run into you. I think thereâs some things we should talk about but I have to get to work soon.â
âWell I still have your number, and we can always catch up over dinner?â
âYeah, Iâd like that,â You smiled nervously, standing up, âTonight?â
That made his heart race, âItâs a date.â
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Marry A Rich Man | J. Ww
Genre: suggestive, angst, fwb au!, smut
Summary: every parent wanted their daughter to marry a rich man, Jeon Wonwoo. However, you are a rich man.
gif from @meowonhao (he's so fine i just physically and mentally can't (/âĄïŒŒ*))
No warn, just read and find it by yourself:)
You rolled your eyes at the mention of Jeon Wonwoo from Jeon Enterprise. His reputation as a notorious womanizer and all-around arrogant businessman was well known, and the thought of meeting him didnât exactly excite you. So when your mother brought up the idea, you could hardly hide your disinterest.
âBut itâs time for you to start thinking about marriage, Y/N. Donât you know your younger sister has already been proposed to by her boyfriend?â she pressed, her tone a mix of encouragement and frustration.
âGood for her,â you mumbled with a shrug, not even bothering to meet her eyes.
âAt least pretend you're interested. Wonwoo is quite the catch these days among the socialites,â your mother added with a resigned sigh, as if she was pleading more for her own sake than yours.
You stood up from the dinner table, glancing at your watch with a practiced smile. "Iâm sorry, but Iâve got to run. Thereâs a business gathering I need to attend," you said, eager to make your exit.
Your father, who had been mostlydj silent, raised an eyebrow. âA business gathering? Will your friend Wonwoo be there? Say hello to him for me.â
You let out an exasperated sigh. "Father, you too?" you asked, feeling cornered.
He shrugged, a faint smile on his lips. âJust say hi. Thatâs all Iâm asking. For me.â
You couldnât help but chuckle lightly, shaking your head. âFine. Iâll say hi.â The words came out reluctantly, but a small part of you wondered just what kind of person this infamous Jeon Wonwoo really was.
And here you were, sitting on a plush couch at a party teeming with young businessmen, most of whom had inherited their wealth rather than earned it. You sat alone at a table near where Jeon Wonwoo and his circle of friends lounged, their laughter loud and effortless. You had been invited by Kim Mingyu, the heir to Kimâs Group and the host of tonightâs extravagant affair. Mingyu and Wonwoo had been best friends since high school, along with familiar names like Seokmin and Junhui, who were part of their elite clique.
Jihoon, the doctor and heir to Seoul University Hospital, sat on a couch nearby with a can of Coke in hand, looking out of place among the champagne glasses and whiskey tumblers. âToo many people. My head hurts,â he muttered to you, rubbing his temple.
You chuckled softly. âThatâs Mingyu for you. His social connections are endless. I wasnât even surprised when I saw popular idols mingling here tonight.â
Jihoon nodded in agreement. âHeâs a social butterfly. Sometimes I regret being friends with him,â he said with a wry smile, earning a genuine laugh from you. Jihoon had been your classmate in senior high school, and his deadpan humor was something youâd always appreciated.
Just then, Jihoon raised his hand, waving at someone behind you. You turned, and there he wasâJeon Wonwoo, making his way over, leaving Mingyu and the others behind at their table. He looked just as you had expectedâsharp and composed, with an air of casual confidence.
âCanât handle Mingyu?â Jihoon asked with a teasing grin as Wonwoo grabbed a glass of whiskey before settling into the couch across from you.
âToo much energy,â Wonwoo sighed, shaking his head, but his eyes quickly found yours.
âNice to see you at a casual event for a change,â he said, his tone smooth, as if he were commenting on something extraordinary. You cursed internally, wishing Mingyu wasnât your cousin and the reason you had to be here.
Jihoon chuckled. âRight? Y/N must be the hardest-working woman in this room. Always too busy building empires.â He leaned back, glancing at you with a teasing glint. âI saw your new building in Singapore last week, by the way. It looked incredible.â
You raised an eyebrow at both of them. âIs that supposed to be a compliment?â you asked, feigning offense, though their words had hit a nerve. Sure, you loved your work, but being painted as some workaholic who never had fun wasnât exactly flattering.
Wonwoo smirked, swirling his whiskey. âIt is. Not many people can pull off what you do. Iâd say thatâs impressive.â
Jihoon nodded, âAgreed. But donât work too hard, Y/N. Some of us still need you to show up to these parties once in a while.â
You let out a soft laugh, but deep down, their remarks lingered. You were here, werenât you? Yet somehow, you still felt worlds apart from them.
Jihoon glanced at his phone before letting out a soft sigh. "I should go. My shift starts in half an hour. It was nice seeing both of you here," he said, standing up and stretching slightly. Before leaving, he made a beeline for Mingyu to bid him goodbye.
As Jihoon walked away, Wonwoo turned to you, noticing your subtle discomfort. "Not a fan of parties?" he asked, his voice casual but his eyes sharp, clearly aware of your unease.
You cocked your head slightly, meeting his gaze. "Are you?"
Wonwoo shrugged with a mischievous grin. "I wouldnât say I am, but Mingyu taught me a lot about how to survive them." He chuckled, the sound deep and warm, leaning a little closer as if sharing a secret.
You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed but amused by his charm. "I see. The student surpasses the master, perhaps?"
He smirked, eyes glinting with playful interest. "Only in certain things," he said, the subtle flirtation unmistakable in his tone. He let the moment linger, his gaze never leaving yours.
You held his stare, calm and unfazed. "Lucky you, then."
Wonwoo chuckled again, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "Why donât we step outside for a bit?" he suggested, leaning in just enough to make it feel intimate. "I know a nice spot nearby. Somewhere quieter."
Intrigued, you glanced at the bustling party around you and nodded. "Lead the way."
He stood up and offered you his arm, which you took with a composed smile. Wonwoo led you out of the party and into the crisp night air. After walking a few blocks through the cityâs lively streets, he guided you to an old, tucked-away bookstore. The warm glow from inside spilled onto the sidewalk, and an elderly man at the counter looked up as you entered, his face lighting up in recognition.
"Wonwoo!" the old man greeted with a smile. "Back again?"
Wonwoo nodded, grinning. "Couldnât stay away for too long, Mr. Han."
The old man gave you a kind look, then returned to his book, leaving you and Wonwoo to browse. "Didnât think you'd be the type to bring someone here," Mr. Han commented lightly.
Wonwoo chuckled, glancing at you. "Sometimes you just meet the right person."
You let out a soft laugh, strolling through the rows of worn books. "A bookstore at this hour? Unexpected," you remarked, impressed but keeping your composure.
Wonwoo shrugged, his voice low and smooth. "I thought you'd appreciate something different."
He wasnât wrong. As you wandered through the cozy aisles, the noise of the outside world faded away, and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the occasional shared glance.
As the clock struck midnight, Mr. Han locked up the bookstore and waved his goodbyes, leaving you and Wonwoo sitting on the bench just outside. The city had quieted down, and the soft glow of streetlights cast a warm, intimate ambiance around you. You had been talking for hours, the conversation flowing effortlessly as Wonwoo, intrigued by the way you thought, kept throwing different topics your way. Each one seemed to reveal a different layer of you, and he couldn't help but be fascinated.
At one point, the topic turned to wealth and power. You leaned back on the bench, crossing your arms. "When you give a rich man a little power, he thinks he rules the world," you stated, your tone casual but sharp. You had just finished explaining how much you despised the typical behavior of wealthy menâplayboys who worked hard only to shower their side chicks with luxury.
Wonwoo paused for a moment, considering your words. Then, with a slight smirk, he responded, "I do feel like I rule the world." His voice was smooth, confident. "But I donât act the way you think."
You chuckled, raising an eyebrow in challenge. "Liar. Youâre quite famous for your playboy reputation, Mr. Jeon. Youâve got a habit of having everythingâincluding any woman you want."
Wonwoo was momentarily caught off guard by the nickname, but he quickly composed himself, flashing a teasing smile. "Playboy agenda? Thatâs news to me."
"But you canât deny you have everything," you pointed out, tilting your head slightly as you studied him.
He didnât even hesitate. "Youâre right. I do have everything." His tone was laced with confidence, almost as if he was testing you, waiting to see how you would respond.
You narrowed your eyes, your lips curving into a small, knowing smile. "See? Thatâs exactly what Iâm talking about. Rich men like you think they own the world, when in reality, they donât."
Wonwoo let out a genuine laugh, leaning in slightly as if to further draw you into the moment. "Alright then, tell me. What donât I own?" His voice had dropped lower, almost daring you to challenge him.
You shrugged nonchalantly, meeting his gaze without flinching. "Me. You donât own me."
The air between you shifted, the playful banter charged with a subtle tension. Wonwoo's eyes lingered on yours, his smirk softening as he took in your words. "Yet," he said, his voice teasing but with an edge of something deeper, something bolder.
*
"You didnât say my hello to Wonwoo," your father remarked casually as you entered his office the next morning.
You paused mid-step, organizing the files in your hands before glancing over at him. "How do you know?"
Your father sat on the main sofa, picking up one of the files you brought for him to review. "I ran into him yesterday. I asked about you, and he mentioned you didn't pass along my greeting." He looked at you with a knowing smile.
You rolled your eyes lightly, pushing the file toward him, trying to keep your expression neutral. "And what else did he say?"
Your father raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your sudden curiosity. "Why? Did something happen between you two?"
You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, but you quickly masked it, waving your hand dismissively. "No, I was just worried he mightâve said something bad. You know meâIâm not exactly known for being polite."
Your father chuckled, seemingly buying your excuse. "True. Youâve always been a bit like a debt collector in businessâfirm and straightforward. But it works for you. That said, Wonwoo did mention heâd like to see you again."
You nodded slowly, muttering under your breath, "I bet."
"What was that?" your father asked, but you waved it off, diverting the conversation back to the files. You werenât going to entertain this topic any further, not now.
Later that day, as you continued working, your phone buzzed with a message from Mingyu.
Mingyu: Wonwoo asked for your personal contact. What did I miss?
You stared at the message for a moment, shaking your head in disbelief. The last thing you wanted was to discuss Wonwoo, especially after everything that had happened the night before.
Still, you went about your day as if nothing had changed. You ignored your fatherâs comments, brushed off Mingyuâs text, and mentally dodged every thought of Jeon Wonwoo. But then, as you drove home, your mother called. Of course, the conversation somehow found its way back to him. Jeon Wonwooâthis man youâd only met at Mingyuâs birthday, yet who seemed to be lingering in everyoneâs thoughts.
You sighed as you politely listened to your mother, her voice bubbling with excitement as if Wonwoo were the best thing that had ever happened. Little did she know you had spent the night with him, and now you were trying to figure out what it all meant.
The next morning, you arrived at your office, only to be greeted by an overwhelming sightâbuckets of flowers surrounding your desk. You stood there, arms crossed, brows furrowed. The overwhelming scent filled the room, making the normally neat and orderly space feel chaotic.
"Someoneâs been sending these non-stop since early this morning," your assistant said, standing beside you. "I donât think theyâll stop unless you tell them to."
You picked up one of the cards attached to a bouquet, reading the note: I donât appreciate the way we parted. Letâs meet again and clear up any misunderstandings.
Your eyes narrowed, already knowing who the sender was. You walked briskly to your computer and began typing an email to the flower senderâJeon Wonwoo himself. You kept the tone professional, telling him to stop flooding your office with flowers and that, perhaps, you could meet again to "clear things up."
You hit send, sitting back in your chair with a sigh. Part of you wondered if youâd regret agreeing to meet him again, but another partâthe curious partâwas already anticipating it.
*
Wonwoo waited in the hotel room, his thoughts racing as he paced around. The same room. The same place where everything had begun on Mingyu's birthday night, when you had opened up to himâat least he thought you had. But the next morning, you were gone, leaving behind only a note and a sting to his pride.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He didn't recognize himself lately. Since meeting you, he'd felt... off. Needy, even. He wasnât used to this. He wasnât used to wanting someone so much that it clouded his mind.
He remembered the note you left: It was nice. Youâre experienced in this area. Along with it, youâd left some cash, as if he were some service you had paid for. That stung his ego more than he cared to admit. He shouldâve been furious, but instead, all he could think about was craving you againâyour skin against his, your presence.
The sound of the door opening snapped him out of his thoughts, and he turned, watching as you casually entered the room. You kicked off your heels without care, tossed your expensive bag onto the couch, and sat down across from him with an air of confidence that was unmistakable.
"Youâre late. Thirty minutes," Wonwoo said, his eyes following your every move.
You didnât even bother with pleasantries. Instead, you massaged your leg, looking at him with a tired yet unfazed expression. "As if you had anything better to do after this," you replied, hitting on the fact that he had canceled all his plans for the evening the moment he received your email this morning.
He didnât deny it. He had dropped everything, cleared his schedule, just to see you. Maybe to talk, maybe more. He wasnât hoping for anything to happen tonight, but if it did... well, he wouldn't be complaining.
"So," you said, leaning back into the couch, confidence radiating from you. "What exactly do you want to clear up between us?"
Wonwoo mirrored your posture, uncrossing his legs as he leaned forward. "I don't appreciate you framing me as some playboy," he said, his voice calm but firm. He wasnât used to being talked about like that, especially not by someone who clearly affected him more than heâd like to admit.
You raised an eyebrow, unbothered by his accusation. "Youâre not?" you asked, your tone teasing, as if daring him to deny it.
"Iâm a very noble person," he replied, almost defensively. "I donât mess around with lots of women, if thatâs what you were implying."
You chuckled, the sound light and dismissive. "And that bothers you?"
The question hung in the air, and for a moment, it silenced Wonwoo. Did it bother him? It shouldnât. But coming from you, it did. He wasnât sure why. Maybe because, deep down, he didnât want you to see him that way.
"It shouldnât," he admitted after a beat, his gaze locking onto yours. "But with you, it does."
Your expression softened, just for a second, before you smirked. "Interesting." You leaned forward slightly, meeting his gaze head-on. "So, what are you going to do about it, Mr. Jeon?"
Wonwoo felt his pulse quicken, but he kept his composure. He didnât know how this conversation would end, but he knew one thing: you had him wrapped around your finger, and you probably knew it too.
Wonwoo didnât respond right away. It did bother him, more than it should. And he wasnât sure why. Normally, he wouldnât care what someone thought of himâespecially not someone who seemed so determined to keep their distance. But with you, it was different. He didnât like the way you saw him, the way you assumed he was just another rich man playing games.
But it wasnât just that. You challenged him in a way that no one else had. You made him feel things he wasnât used to feeling, and as much as he hated it, he couldnât ignore it.
Wonwoo leaned forward, his gaze intense as he closed the distance between you. "I think you like pretending youâre the one in control," he said, his voice low and suggestive. "But I donât think you mind letting me show you otherwise."
He watched you closely, waiting for a reaction. There was a flicker of something in your eyesâcuriosity, maybe even desireâbut you masked it quickly, crossing your legs slowly, as if to test his patience.
"Bold assumption, Mr. Jeon," you said, your tone light but your eyes never leaving his. "But I donât hand over control easily."
Wonwooâs lips curved into a smile, dark and full of intent. "Who said anything about easy?" He let his hand drift to your knee, his touch deliberate and slow, testing the waters. "Iâm just suggesting we explore this... dynamic a little further. See where it takes us."
He moved closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as his breath brushed your ear. "Unless, of course, youâre afraid you might like what you find."
The tension between you thickened, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Wonwoo could feel his pulse quicken, the anticipation coiling inside him like a spring ready to snap. You were playing it cool, but he could tell you were thinking it over. There was something between you that neither of you could deny.
Finally, you leaned back into the couch, crossing your arms with that same infuriating confidence. "You seem so sure of yourself," you mused, your voice teasing. "But I donât think you know what youâre getting into."
Wonwoo let out a soft chuckle, his hand sliding a little higher up your thigh, the touch now more intimate, more daring. "Then show me," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
The tension between you was electric now, the pull irresistible. He had no intention of walking away from this without exploring whatever it was that had ignited between you since that first night.
And from the way your gaze darkened as you leaned in slightly, he knew you felt the same.
*
Wonwooâs arms tightened gently around your waist, his breath warm against the back of your neck as he whispered, "Stay..." You hesitated for a moment, your mind already on the exit, but the pull of his touch made you pause. There was something about his embrace that felt too inviting, too comfortable to resist.
The familiar warmth of his body pressed against yours, and without thinking, you leaned back into him. His fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, a slow and deliberate motion that sent a subtle shiver down your spine. You werenât sure what it was that kept bringing you back hereâto this very same room, to himâbut the connection between the two of you was undeniable. It was never about love, but the chemistry was hard to ignore.
As his lips brushed your shoulder, you could feel the tension in the air, an unspoken invitation in the way his hand lingered on your waist. "I like this," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, as if sharing a secret meant only for the two of you.
As you lay there, the memories of Seungcheol creeped back into your thoughts, despite your best efforts to keep them at bay. Your relationship with him had been all-consuming, something that once filled every corner of your heart and mind. It was hard to think about him without remembering how much he had demanded of youâemotionally, mentally, and even physically.
With Seungcheol, things had started out like a whirlwind. He was intense, driven, and passionate, and for a while, you were swept up in it. You thought that kind of intensity meant love, that his need for you, his constant presence, was a sign of something real and lasting. But slowly, the weight of it all became too much to bear. His passion turned into control, his love into expectations you couldnât meet, and his presence became suffocating.
There were good times too, of courseâmoments where he made you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered to him. But those moments were always fleeting, overshadowed by his demands. He wanted more than you could give, and in the end, you had nothing left to offer him.
The break-up had been brutal. Seungcheol didnât understand why you were pulling away, and you couldnât find the words to explain how drained you felt. He had taken so much from you, and by the time you walked away, you werenât sure if you even knew how to love anymore.
Now, with Wonwoo, he didnât demand anything from you. He didnât ask for your heart, your promises, or your future. There was no pressure to be more than you were capable of being. It was a relief, but at the same time, it left you feeling hollow in a way you hadnât expected.
You glanced over at Wonwoo as he lay beside you, his breathing slow and steady. He was so different from Seungcheolâcalm, relaxed, and never overbearing. Yet, there was something about the way you kept coming back to him, something that felt just a little too easy, as though you were using him to fill a space that Seungcheol had left behind.
Maybe you were both just trying to avoid the emptiness, finding comfort in each other because it was simple. But deep down, you wondered if you were really healing or just hiding from the scars Seungcheol had left on you. The thought lingered as you closed your eyes, choosing once again to stay in the moment, avoiding the pain that lay beneath the surface.
"Are you leaving already?" Wonwooâs voice interrupted your thoughts, his hand resting gently on your arm.
You looked over at him, meeting his eyes. There was a question there, but it wasnât the kind that demanded an answer. He understood that whatever you had together wasnât complicated.
You shook your head slightly. "No, Iâll stay a bit longer."
*
You met Seungcheol again for the first time in five years. He now owned his own advertising label, just like the dream he'd talked about so many years ago. Today, he had come to your fatherâs company, probably without expecting that he'd be working with you. After all, Seungcheol had never fully believed in your competence back then, so he certainly wouldnât have expected to see you sitting across from him as one of the companyâs directors.
You steeled yourself with every ounce of professionalism you could muster, trying to suppress the erratic pulse that betrayed how unsettled you truly were. During the meeting, when your eyes met briefly across the table, memories flooded back. You were reminded of why you loved him so deeply when you were together. He was charismatic, driven, and had a presence that was still undeniably captivating.
But the love that once shone in his eyes was gone. He had moved on, you'd heard. And it was best for himâbest for both of you, perhaps. You forced yourself to focus, nodding to your secretary, silently willing the meeting to end as quickly as possible.
The moment it was over, you gathered your things and hurried out of the meeting room, heading toward your office. Your footsteps quickened with each step, eager to put distance between you and the past. But just as you turned the corner, a familiar hand reached out and caught your arm. It was Seungcheol.
"Hi... How are you? I didnât expect to see you here," he said, his voice softer than you remembered.
You bit your lip, fighting to keep your composure. "Great..." you replied, pulling your arm away from his gentle grip, the contact sending a wave of emotions you'd tried to bury long ago.
Seungcheol seemed to realize what he'd done and quickly took a step back, giving you space. "Iâm sorry," he said, his expression unreadable. "You must be busy. It was... nice to see you again, Y/n."
His words were polite, but there was a weight to them, a shared history that couldnât be erased. You nodded, offering a brief smile before turning away, your heart racing from the brief encounter. The man who had once held all your love was now just another face from your pastâa past that felt closer than it should.
*
Once the climax hit both you and Wonwoo, you collapsed onto his chest, gasping for air as your body trembled above him. His hands remained firmly on your hips, steadying you while the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. For a moment, neither of you moved, the intensity of the moment still lingering in the air. Wonwooâs chest rose and fell beneath you as he caught his breath, his fingers gently tracing patterns along your skin.
"It was the best yet," he finally murmured, a small smirk tugging at his lips, his voice low and satisfied. You could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your cheek as you lay against him, both of you basking in the aftermath of your shared experience.
You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of his words and the undeniable chemistry that always seemed to pull you back to him.
"You should ride me more next time," Wonwoo jested with a playful smirk, but his breath hitched slightly as you pulled away from him, the lingering sensation still sparking through him. He watched as you climbed out of bed without a word, fetching the bathrobe and slipping it over your bare skin.
As you walked to the couch and sat down, your eyes seemed distant, wandering as if lost in thought. There was a tension in the air that hadnât been there before. Wonwoo propped himself up on his elbows, watching you intently. This wasnât like youâthe usual confident, carefree attitude that had defined your time together seemed to falter for the first time.
"Something on your mind?" he asked, a hint of curiosity mixed with concern in his tone. He couldnât help but notice the shift, the way you suddenly seemed disconnected. It was the first time he'd seen you like thisâguarded, almost as if you were somewhere else entirely.
Wonwoo stood up, slipping into his pants before making his way toward you. He sat beside you, gently cupping your cheeks as his thumb brushed against your skin. He could sense something was weighing on you, something that perhaps had fueled the raw emotion in the way you'd been with him earlier.
"You look so beautiful like this," he whispered, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips. His eyes searched yours after the kiss, waiting for you to speak, to tell him what was really going on.
After a pause, you finally mumbled, "I realize... I'm changing so much." Your voice was soft, almost unsure.
Wonwoo didnât say anything, letting the silence stretch as he waited for you to continue. He knew there was more you needed to say.
"I'm so different from who I used to be," you confessed, your words almost a whisper. "I used to be so... pure. So used to being taken care of. I was needy, clingy. I didnât understand things. And now... I don't like how Iâve become, like Iâve had to figure everything out on my own."
Wonwoo let out a sigh, his eyes never leaving yours. "Is it about us? Is that what's bothering you?"
You hesitated before answering, "One of them."
His grip on your face softened, his touch reassuring as he waited for you to unravel more of what was inside you. The rawness in your voice, the vulnerability, was something new between the two of you, and he wanted to understand.
"I've never done this with anyone..." you confessed quietly, your eyes dropping for a moment. "Itâs amazing to be with you, Wonwoo. But I feel so hollow afterward. I feel... really bad. Thatâs why I always leave."
Wonwoo took your hand gently, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin. "Because you donât want to show me this side of you?" he asked softly, his voice calm but full of understanding. You took a deep breath, nodding in response.
"Are you going to let me go, Wonwoo? Like everyone else?" you asked, your voice filled with uncertainty.
Wonwoo shook his head firmly, his gaze steady on yours. "Iâm not going anywhere, even if you ask me to. Iâm stubborn like that, Y/n."
Relief washed over you as you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Thanks," you whispered, feeling a weight lift off your chest.
Wonwoo tossed his keys onto the counter, his thoughts still swirling. He leaned against the kitchen island, trying to shake the feeling that had settled in his chest since youâd opened up to him. The more he thought about it, the more it nagged at him.
He had always been good at keeping things casual, knowing the boundaries of a no-strings relationship. But something about the way you looked at him tonightâthe way you confessed how hollow you feltâstirred something deeper inside him. He didn't like seeing you in pain. He didn't like that you were dealing with it alone.
But what could he do? He wasnât supposed to care this much. You two were just... enjoying each other, right? No commitments, no expectations.
Yet, for the first time, he felt something beyond that, a pull he hadnât anticipated. He wanted to be more than just your distraction, more than just someone to pass the time with. But at the same time, he knew crossing that line could complicate everything.
âDamn it,â Wonwoo muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. He couldnât deny the truth anymore: he wanted to be there for you, to be the person you leaned on. But would you let him? And more importantly, was he even ready to be that person?
Just as his mind raced, his phone buzzed with an incoming call. His mother's name flashed across the screen, and he answered on the second ring, grateful for the distraction.
Their conversation flowed easily, as it always did, catching up on life, work, and updates on the family. But when she shifted to more personal matters, his stomach tightened.
"Every mother wants their daughter to meet you, Wonwoo. I had no idea my son was that popular." Her voice was filled with pride and a hint of amusement.
Wonwoo chuckled, deflecting with a light jest. âYou raised an amazing man, mother.â
Her laugh came through the phone, warm and familiar. âMaybe it's time you meet one of them. A dinner wouldnât hurt, would it?â
He paused, the suggestion hanging in the air. It was simple enough, reallyâmeet someone new, go through the motions. And yet, it felt like a heavier decision than it should have been.
Maybe she was right. Maybe meeting someone else, taking a step back from you, would give him the clarity he needed. Maybe that was what he should doâslowly distance himself from this complicated entanglement.
But as he sat there, phone still pressed to his ear, something inside him hesitated.
*
Your presence was impossible for Wonwoo to ignore. You sat just a few tables away, speaking comfortably with a man whose face he vaguely recognized but couldnât place. In front of him sat Sung Yubin, a girl his mother had been eager for him to meet.
âIs the food to your liking?â Yubin asked, her voice cutting through his thoughts. Wonwoo quickly shifted his gaze from your table back to her, realizing only then that he had stopped chewing his steak, distracted by your presence.
âItâs great. Please, help yourself,â he responded politely, though his attention wandered back to you again. He tensed when he caught you looking back at him, though you quickly resumed your conversation with the man sitting across from you.
âIâm glad we could have dinner,â Yubin continued, unaware of his distraction. âThe school lunch today was weird, so I ended up skipping it.â She was a senior nursing student, and while her conversation topics should have interested him, Wonwoo found himself nodding absently to her remarks. She wasnât exactly his typeâalways rolling her eyes at the waitstaff and focusing more on trivial complaints.
After the meal, Wonwoo excused himself, claiming he had another engagement when Yubin hinted at wanting him to drive her home. Though a flicker of disappointment crossed her face, she seemed satisfied when he hailed a cab for her. As she left, Wonwoo felt a wave of relief wash over him.
Then, just as he was about to leave, he spotted you stepping out of the restaurant with the man from earlier. A third person, a woman, approached, and after a brief handshake, the man walked away with her, leaving you standing alone.
A small smile tugged at Wonwooâs lips as your eyes met his again.
âI thought you were on a date,â Wonwoo teased, stepping closer to you.
âBecause yours was?â you shot back with a smirk, fully aware that you were right.
He chuckled, âWanna grab a beer?â
You hesitated only for a second before nodding, a quiet acknowledgment that whatever was between you two wasnât over just yet.
âWho was that girl?â you asked as soon as you were seated at the bar, curiosity lacing your voice.
âSomeone my mother wanted me to meet,â Wonwoo replied casually, his eyes scanning the menu. He raised his hand to order an expensive bottle of liquor for the both of you.
âI thought we were just going to grab a beer?â you teased, raising an eyebrow at his choice.
Wonwoo shook his head with a small grin. âGotta treat you to something good.â
âOh, trying to show off that youâre rich?â you joked, and he nodded proudly.
âThatâs my favorite thing to do around you,â he bantered back, making you chuckle.
When the drinks arrived, you both clinked glasses in an unspoken toast. Wonwoo took a sip of his drink, his gaze fixed on your reaction. He watched as you took a sip, your face lighting up with satisfaction, and a sense of relief washed over him. Heâd made the right choice.
âSo, that guy you were with earlier... do I know him?â Wonwoo asked, steering the conversation back.
âHeâs Choi Seungcheol,â you said, a name that clicked in Wonwooâs mind.
âFrom Ads Coups, right?â Wonwoo asked, recalling the name from some big industry moves. You nodded.
âBusiness dinner? Or a friend?â he pressed further.
You hesitated, and for a moment, it seemed like you were debating whether to tell him the truth. But then you took a breath and said it.
âBoth.â
Wonwooâs expression didnât change. He sat quietly for a moment, absorbing what you said, before you finally added the last piece.
âAn ex.â
âI seeâŠâ Wonwoo nodded, acknowledging your words with a calmness that surprised even him. He didnât press further, but the air between you suddenly felt a little heavier, a little more complicated than it had just moments before.
âAlmost married him,â you confessed, a hint of irony in your voice. âBut here I am⊠still being pampered by my mom to find someone.â
Wonwoo chuckled softly, leaning back in his seat. âDonât worry, youâre not alone in that.â
âAt least youâre a good son,â you pointed out. âYou actually meet the people your mom suggests. Meanwhile, I reject every single offer mine throws at me.â
He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. âTell me one name. Just one, that your mom wanted you to meet.â
Without missing a beat, you looked at him and said, âYou.â
Wonwoo blinked, caught off guard. âMe?â he asked, incredulous.
You nodded, a smirk playing on your lips. âMy mom, my dad. Theyâre big fans of yours.â
He grinned, clearly amused. âWell, I feel honored,â he said with mock pride.
âSo, whyâd you reject me?â he teased, leaning in slightly. âI mean, why reject the offer?â
You shrugged casually. âSame reason I reject all of them. I donât see the point in meeting people just because my mom wants me to. Even if theyâre rich. Iâm rich too.â
Wonwoo smiled and raised his glass toward you. âHereâs to rich men,â he said, with a playful glint in his eyes, including both of you in the toast.
You laughed, clinking your glass against his. âTo rich men,â you echoed with a grin, the shared joke lightening the mood as you both enjoyed the comfortable banter.
*
Wonwoo looked at you in surprise. You want him to stay?
Just like the other day, the two of you had returned to the same hotel room, indulging in each otherâs company. Wonwoo was about to fetch his pants, thinking youâd want to leave as usual. But this time, you surprised him.
âHm... stay,â you mumbled, eyes closed. Wonwoo didnât hesitate; he slipped back into bed, pulling your bare body close to him.
As you relaxed into his warmth, you murmured, âWanna go on a trip with me?â
Wonwoo glanced down at you, curious. âWhen?â
âEarliest flight today. I want to go to Tokyo.â Your voice was soft, almost sleepy, but the spontaneity in your words caught him off guard. You sounded ridiculous, but he couldnât help but smile. Without a second thought, he grabbed his phone and texted his secretary to book the earliest flight to Tokyo for two.
âLetâs sleep. We still have a few hours,â he whispered, gently lulling you into rest.
The next morning, after landing in Tokyo, Wonwoo asked as you both walked out of the airport, âYouâre okay with taking a sudden day off like this?â
âUsing my my-dad-owns-the-company card for the first time wonât hurt anybody,â you replied with a casual shrug.
Wonwoo chuckled, amused by your carefree attitude. âSo, where do you want to go after this?â
You didnât answer right away. Instead, you leaned into his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist as the cab drove you to the hotel.
âLetâs see,â you finally murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
Wonwoo smiled to himself, feeling your comfortable presence against him. He liked thisâbeing with you like this, without overthinking or complicating things. Just living in the moment.
"Yeah," he thought to himself, "I really like this."
*
Wonwoo watched you, eyebrows furrowed, as you spoke to your mother on the phone. He found the interaction between the two of you amusing, and a small smile tugged at his lips.
"At my office?" you said, trying to keep your tone calm as your mother inquired about your whereabouts.
"Don't lie to me. I'm at your office," your mother shot back, and Wonwoo stifled a laugh as you closed your eyes in frustration.
"I'm in Tokyo for business," you finally admitted with a sigh.
"And you didnât bring Chan with you?" your mother asked, referring to your secretary still at the office.
"I like being by myself," you replied, your tone measured. "Besides, Chan has things to handle for me back home."
"Thatâs why you need to start meeting men. How about Jeon Wonwoo? I mentioned him before," your mother insisted.
Wonwooâs ears perked up at the sound of his name, and he raised an eyebrow, curious.
"Iâll think about it," you said, trying to end the conversation without drawing it out.
As soon as you hung up, Wonwoo, still intrigued, asked, "What was that all about?"
You casually took a sip of your coffee. "Just my mom trying to set me up with you."
A smirk spread across Wonwooâs face. "I wish she knew what weâve already done in bedâ"
"Shut up!" You quickly covered his mouth before he could finish, your eyes wide with embarrassment.
Wonwoo leaned closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "Why? Embarrassed to let anyone know how wild you were in the bedroom?"
Without missing a beat, you grabbed a spoonful of cheesecake and shoved it into his mouth to silence him, and he chuckled as he chewed, eyes twinkling with mischief.
You had spent the entire day together, enjoying the sights and sounds of Tokyo before deciding to fly back to Seoul the next morning. Wonwoo had taken you to all the places youâd been wanting to visitâarcades, restaurants, cafes, and even a clothing shop you had your eye on. By the time you both returned to the hotel, you collapsed on the bed, exhausted but satisfied.
When Wonwoo stepped out of the bathroom, towel around his neck, he chuckled at the sight of you still sprawled out in the same position he left you.
"Go take a shower, you stink," he teased, playfully slapping your leg, making you groan as you slowly got up.
"I'm so happy but so tired. Tired but happy," you said, smiling through the exhaustion as you made your way into the bathroom.
After youâd showered and freshened up, you stepped out to find Wonwoo waiting for you at the table, a spread of food laid out.
"I ordered something," he said, motioning toward the dishes with a proud smile. "Figured youâd need some fuel after today."
Your stomach growled in response, and you sat down with a grateful sigh. "You always know exactly what I need."
Wonwoo chuckled, "Of course. Gotta keep you happy, even when you're tired."
You shared a quiet meal together, the comfortable silence between you speaking volumes as you savored both the food and the company.
"Jeon Wonwoo," you called his name softly, pulling his attention away from his phone.
He shifted his gaze to you, curious. "Whatâs on your mind?"
"Donât you feel like Iâm using you?" you asked, your tone surprisingly serious.
Wonwoo furrowed his brows in confusion. "What do you mean?"
You shrugged, trying to downplay the growing unease in your chest. "Because I only call you when I need you."
Wonwoo's expression softened, and he shook his head. "No, you're not using me. Weâre both busy, me with my work, you with yours. Thatâs just how life is."
You looked down at your plate, not entirely convinced. "But donât you feel like... like I'm taking advantage of you? Your egoâdoesnât it bother you?"
He paused, setting his utensil down carefully as he studied you. "Where's this coming from?" he asked gently.
You sighed. "Iâve just been thinking. Men are always talking about pride and ego. Doesn't it hurt yours?"
Wonwoo leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as he considered your words. "Is that why you've built up your own walls? To feel equal to men?" he asked thoughtfully.
"In business? Absolutely," you admitted. "Itâs a constant power struggle, and I have to keep up."
He nodded, understanding. Then he smiled softly. "You know, my ego did take a hit when you left me cash that day. But today? Nah, I donât feel anything but happy being with you. Iâm not keeping score, Y/N."
You looked up at him, surprised. "Happy?"
"Yeah," he continued, leaning forward a little. "Being with youâit doesnât feel like a game of who has more power. Iâm just enjoying your company. So, no, I donât feel used."
You smiled, finally letting yourself relax. "Thanks, Wonwoo."
He chuckled and raised his glass. "You overthink too much, you know that?"
As you clinked glasses with him, a thought crossed your mind. "What if... I told you I wasnât looking for anything serious right now?"
Wonwoo raised an eyebrow but remained calm. "Iâd say thatâs fine. We donât have to define anything right now. We can just be, you know?"
You nodded, comforted by his nonchalance. "That sounds... nice."
After a brief silence, Wonwoo leaned in again with a playful smirk. "But if you ever decide to make it serious, just knowâIâll still beat you in Mario Kart."
You laughed, the heaviness of the conversation finally lifting. "You wish."
For the rest of the night, the conversation stayed light, the tension between you fading away as easily as it had come.
*
Seungcheol had been everything to you when you first started. As an intern, you admired his dedication, his leadership, and the way he always seemed to know exactly what to do. He wasnât just your manager; he became your mentor, teaching you the ropes in a way no one else had. You were eager to learn, even though you werenât perfectâstumbling over presentations, sometimes missing the markâbut Seungcheol never made you feel small. Not at first.
He didnât know who you really were. To him, you were just another intern, eager to climb the corporate ladder. It felt refreshing, in a way, to be seen for your efforts and not your last name. You soaked up everything he taught you, from strategic planning to how to carry yourself in high-stakes meetings. You admired him not just for his professional skills, but for the way he treated youâgently, yet firm when it came to work.
When he asked you out, it felt like everything was falling into place. You were growing in your career, and you had someone who believed in you by your side. Seungcheol was passionate about his own dreams too, talking endlessly about wanting to start his own advertisement company one day. You supported him, proud to see the ambition that had first drawn you to him. But then, things shifted.
After he resigned to pursue his dreams, something changed. He wanted you to leave the company and join him, to take a risk and build something together. But your responsibilities weighed on you, the expectations from your family were unavoidable. When you declined, Seungcheol didnât take it well. He started subtly belittling your choice, acting as though staying in the company made you less bold, less ambitious.
The truth about your identity eventually came out, and thatâs when the real cracks appeared. When Seungcheol found out you were the company heir, his pride took a hit. Your paychecks started outpacing his, your name held weight he could never match, and that, more than anything, stung him. He stopped seeing you as his equal, and instead, he saw you as a threat. He began making snide comments about your success, about how it wasnât "earned" the way his was, how you had everything handed to you.
Your relationship with Seungcheol had changed you in ways you didnât fully understand until much later. As the dynamic shifted, as his resentment grew, it left scars that ran deeper than youâd realized. You had loved him, truly, and for a while, you believed he loved you too. But the more success you found, the more he became a different person, someone who couldn't bear to see you surpass him.
It was like watching a man fall apart, piece by piece, under the weight of his own pride. Heâd lash out, not always with words, but with the smallest gesturesâa disapproving look, a dismissive comment. He stopped celebrating your wins, and instead, they seemed to remind him of his own perceived failures. The man you admired for his passion became someone who resented you for the very things that once made him proud. He had wanted you to be successful, but only as long as it didnât eclipse him.
And you learned a painful truth from that relationship: that love, or at least the kind youâd experienced, was fragile. Men, as strong as they appeared when they were on top, could crumble when they felt they were losing control. It wasnât just Seungcheolâit was the way he embodied this belief that men were only themselves when they were successful. When they stumbled, when they struggled, their pride and ego became brittle, breaking at the slightest challenge.
That relationship didnât just endâit left you with a sense of distrust, of wariness. Youâd given your heart to someone who couldnât handle it when you started to grow beyond the version of yourself he was comfortable with. And that made you build walls, whether you intended to or not. You found yourself questioning every manâs intentions, wondering if they would also resent you when things didnât go their way.
Seungcheol had stolen your capability to love freely. Heâd left you with the belief that love was conditional, that it came with terms and conditions tied to power and success. Men, in your experience, wanted to be the center, to be the ones in control. And when they werenât, they withered. They became smaller versions of themselves, unable to accept that you could be strong, capable, and successful without it taking anything away from them.
You stopped letting people in the way you once had. Sure, you dated, but it was different. Detached. You kept your guard up, unwilling to allow anyone the power to diminish you again. Every time you met someone, there was that lingering thoughtâwhat happens when they see the full extent of who I am? Will they shrink? Will they pull away like Seungcheol did?
Seungcheol hadnât just hurt youâheâd left you with an image of men that was hard to shake. The ones who thrived when things were easy, but couldnât handle the weight of your success. Men who were all pride and ego, fragile when the world stopped revolving around them. You didnât want to think like that, but it was all you knew now.
*
"Your meeting with Jeon Wonwoo will be on Saturday. Make sure you actually come. And also, get dressed properly this time!" Your motherâs voice rang out as she adjusted her pearl necklace, her tone leaving no room for argument.
You stared at her, incredulous. "I haven't even said yes yet," you shot back, folding your arms defensively.
But your mother merely smiled, clearly pleased with herself. "I met his mother at a gathering yesterday. We talked for quite a while, and she mentioned the last girl he met wasn't his type. I showed her your picture, and she said you might be exactly what heâs looking for."
"But Wonwoo and Y/n are friends," your father interjected, his voice calm but firm from the other end of the dining room.
"I know," your mother replied smoothly, waving her hand as if the detail was inconsequential. "But that doesnât matter. The impression we make on his mother is what's important."
Your brow furrowed, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. "Whatâs wrong with me exactly? Iâm fine. Iâm a great woman," you retorted, trying to keep your cool.
Your mother sighed dramatically, setting down her tea cup with a delicate clink. "I just wish I had raised you to be a more polite and less...brash woman." She shrugged, as though the issue was that simple.
"Polite?" You raised an eyebrow, sarcasm creeping into your voice. "I say please and thank you. What more do you want?"
Your father chuckled softly from behind his newspaper, causing your mother to give him a quick, disapproving glance. He always found humor in your back-and-forths.
Your motherâs words hung in the air, sharp yet laced with a familiar disappointment. You could sense her frustration, but it only made you roll your eyes in response.
âY/N, dear, you are a great woman. But sometimes I wonder if you care about your future at all.â She sighed again, leaning back in her chair. âIâm not asking for muchâjust meet him. Wonwooâs a good man, and you two already know each other. It wouldnât hurt to see if thereâs something more there.â
You crossed your arms, still feeling the weight of her expectations pressing down on you. âWonwoo and I are friends. I donât need you playing matchmaker with someone I already know.â
Your mother gave you a pointed look, as if she had already rehearsed her response to every argument you could throw her way. âWonwooâs mother agrees that itâs worth a shot. Besides, friendships can turn into something more. Youâll never know unless you try.â
Your father cleared his throat. âMaybe we should let Y/N make her own decisions about this. Sheâs capable of knowing whatâs best for her.â
Your mother didnât relent. âI just want the best for you. Wonwoo is successful, respectful, and comes from a good family. Thatâs a strong foundation, isnât it?â
âFine, Iâll go,â you finally said, more out of a desire to end the conversation than genuine interest. âBut Iâm not promising anything.â
Your mother beamed, already envisioning some grand future for you and Wonwoo. âThatâs all I ask.â
As you excused yourself from the table, you couldnât help but think about Wonwoo and how bizarre it would be to approach him under these new terms. Would he know about the setup? Or would this just be another awkward encounter orchestrated by your families? Either way, it was bound to be interesting.
*
Your walls clenched tightly around Wonwoo as he thrust into you with raw passion, each stroke pushing you closer to the edge. Your nails dug into his back, leaving streaks of red as he found just the right spot over and over again. Moans spilled from your lips, growing louder with each movement as his pace quickened.
"What do you think our moms would say if they knew what we're doing right now instead of having that proper dinner?" Wonwoo's voice was a breathless whisper against your ear, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips as his rhythm deepened.
You could hardly think, let alone speak, but somehow you managed to find the breath to reply, "They'd be thrilled... their kids are trying to give them grandkids." You shot back, your voice hitching with every thrust.
Your words clearly hit him harder than you anticipated. Wonwoo's cock twitched inside you, the mere thought of you carrying his child driving him wild in ways he hadnât expected. His eyes darkened with lust, and his pace became even more relentless, the idea of you pregnant with his baby stirring something primal within him.
"Do you want that?" Wonwoo growled, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his hips snapped against yours, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. "Tell me. Do you want it?"
The feeling of his cock hitting that sweet spot over and over again had your mind spinning, your body trembling as the orgasm started to build in your core. You could barely hold yourself together, your breath coming in shallow gasps. "Fuck, Wonwoo... Donât you dare... I'm so close... I'm cumming!" you managed to cry out, your body tightening around him.
Wonwooâs grip on your hips tightened as he groaned against your neck. "I got you, baby," he whispered, and with a few more deep, powerful thrusts, you both tumbled over the edge together, the pleasure washing over you in waves that left you breathless and shaking.
He stayed inside you for a moment longer, riding out the high, his forehead pressed against yours as you both panted heavily. The air between you was thick with the afterglow, the heat of your bodies mingling together in the quiet aftermath.
"My mother said she wants to see me with a woman like you," Wonwoo said softly during aftercare, his gentle hands carefully wiping your body clean with a warm towel.
You leaned against his shoulder, too tired to sit up straight, and replied, "Everyone wants their son to be with a woman like me." Your voice was teasing, lightening the mood in the quiet aftermath.
Wonwoo chuckled, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Sure, you're an amazing womanâwith amazing tits," he added with a playful grin.
You laughed at his words, playfully slapping his arm in mock indignation. He scooped you up effortlessly and carried you from the bathroom to the bed, tucking you under the soft duvet with a tender smile. After quickly cleaning himself, he joined you, sinking into the warmth beside you.
"Have you ever imagined the two of us together? Like officially together?" You asked, your eyes fluttering open to meet his, curiosity shining in your gaze. Your hand instinctively found its way to his arm, linking with him as if seeking reassurance.
"Every time happiness comes to me while I'm with you," Wonwoo replied, his voice low and sincere, "I always think about how wonderful it would be to share that happiness with you forever."
You turned to face him, your surprise evident in your wide eyes. "Okay, that was deeper than I expected."
He pulled you closer, his lips brushing softly against your forehead in a sweet gesture. "I told you I'm a romantic man."
"You are," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as warmth blossomed in your chest.
As you nestled against him, a thought crossed your mind, and you mumbled, âWhat if we made this official? You know, like really official?â
Wonwooâs eyes widened in surprise, and a grin broke across his face, lighting up his features. âAre you serious?â he asked, his excitement palpable. âYouâre not just saying that?â
You felt a rush of warmth at his reaction and nodded, your heart racing. âYeah, I mean⊠why not? We get along so well, and I like being with you. I think we could make a real go of it.â
His smile grew even wider, and he pulled you closer, almost lifting you off the bed with enthusiasm. âThis is amazing! Iâve been hoping youâd say something like that. Iâve never felt this way about anyone before.â
You chuckled softly, caught up in his excitement. âReally? I thought you had a whole parade of girls wanting to date you.â
âMaybe, but none of them are you,â he said, his voice serious now, making your heart flutter. âYouâre special, Y/N. You make me happier than I ever expected.â
You smiled, feeling a mix of shyness and elation. âSo, are we officially together then?â
âAbsolutely!â Wonwoo exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with joy. âI canât believe this is happening. You have no idea how happy this makes me.â He leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, tender kiss, sealing the promise of your new relationship.
As he pulled back, he looked deep into your eyes. âIâm going to make you so happy, I swear. No more casualâitâs all in from here on out.â His excitement was contagious, and you felt a thrill of anticipation for what the future might hold for the two of you.
*
You walked with confidence in a beautiful dress that hugged your figure perfectly. Wonwooâs hand rested comfortably around your waist as he strolled beside you, flashing charming smiles to everyone you both passed. You couldnât help but feel proud of each other, relishing the chance to show off your blossoming relationship.
âLook at this power couple!â your mother exclaimed, her voice brimming with delight. You rolled your eyes playfully at her statement, knowing how thrilled she was about your relationship with Wonwoo after the so-called first meeting she had arranged a year ago. Now, you were here with him as his girlfriend at the companyâs anniversary party.
âGood evening, Mrs. Ji. You look beautiful as always,â Wonwoo greeted your mother, bowing politely to both of your parents.
âWonwoo, how are you? I hope Y/N isnât being a pain in the ass, is she?â your father asked with a teasing tone, treating him differently now that he was your boyfriend.
âIn no way could an amazing woman like me be a pain in the ass,â you mumbled loud enough for them to hear, a smirk on your face. Wonwoo chuckled at the light banter you shared with your parents before excusing himself to meet his friend, Kim Mingyu, who also happened to be your cousin.
âSo, howâs the plan for tonight?â Mingyu asked Wonwoo, raising an eyebrow knowingly as he referred to his friendâs intentions to propose.
âIâm so nervous I could die,â Wonwoo confessed, running a hand through his hair, his expression a mix of excitement and anxiety.
Mingyu laughed, clearly amused by the new layer of vulnerability that Wonwoo was showing. âDonât worry, sheâll appreciate everything you do,â he reassured, clapping Wonwoo on the back.
âI hope so,â Wonwoo replied, glancing over at you with a soft smile. The anticipation was palpable, and you could feel the excitement in the air. With each passing moment, you were both drawing closer to an unforgettable evening that could change everything.
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I can't stop thinking about how Logan would be like "yeah those boys are not enough for you you need a man like me to take care of you" pleeeese do a story based on that <3 Love you guys works btw
note: Logan Howlett is an eater.
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Logan had originally come to y/nâs apartment to drop off dinner. Wade had told him she hadnât been eating proper food because of her study hours, so he cooked and packed it, ready to foul her up.
When he arrived, he heard noises from the young womanâs room. Two voice. Hers and someone elseâs. A manâs. A boy.
He held himself together, understanding that she was young and experimenting. At least she better be. She shouldnât be dating right now. He wonât allow it.
The man went to turn around and leave, maybe come back in an hour, but he heard a moan. Her moan. âFuck no,â the man said, changing his mind about experimenting after he heard her with another man.
âY/n!â The man knocked on the door hard, making the two jump in the bed. âFuck, thatâs Logan â M-My friendâs friend. My friend. J-Just get dressed,â y/n got up quick as well as the boy.
âGoddamnit,â he cussed, angry that he didnât get to finish after touching y/n for the longest to get her wet. âCan you just like shoo him away or somethin? Iâm fucking hard,â the boy said.
âI canât, heâs like family. And he wouldnât leave anyway,â she said, making the boy roll her eyes. âGet him outta here or I ainât cominâ back,â the boy said, making her roll her eyes, but she was also horny now. She needed something.
Y/n cracked the door, hoping to talk with Logan for a quick second before sending him off, but he pushed open the door, causing Y/n to fall back.
âYou ainât cominâ back. Get the fuck out,â Logan snapped at the boy. His attitude was unacceptable. Even his appearance in her room was unacceptable.
âDude, get out of here â We just got-â Before he could say anything, Logan grabbed the boy by his collar and pulled him out of her room. âDonât come back, or youâll regret it,â
Logan shut the door and then turned to look at y/n who was embarrassed. âLogan, I-â she went to say but he cut her off. âYou what? Fuck boys during your study time?â
âWhat!? No, I- I mean â Logan, why are you here?â She asked, trying to switch the conversation which made him chuckle. âTo give you dinner that you never have time to eat. Now I see why,â
Y/n felt bad. Now Logan knew she didnât show up on Friday nights because she was fucking some random boy.
âYou ditch family for a boy that canât respect you? Let alone, properly make you wet!?â The man asked, shocking y/n. âH-He does make me wet,â y/n said, not knowing why she would tell Logan that. She just felt defensive.
âOh, really? You know I can smell ya, Bub. Right?â Logan asked the young lady as he placed her dinner down on a desk before walking towards her. âAnd youâre already all dried up,â
âLogan thatâs- Thatâs very inappropriate,â she said as she backed up, the back of her legs hitting her bed. âIs it? Then I must be a nasty son of a bitch, because I smell for you every time Iâm around you,â
Y/n didnât know how that got her on her bed, spread open for him, but she was, legs spread and cunt leaking as he stuffed his face in between her legs.
âSo fuckinâ tasty. Gotta lick that son of a bitch off of you,â Logan groaned onto her heat as her hands tangled in his hair. âOh god, Logan,â y/n threw her head back as her bud swole.
âSweetest pussy that lives, baby. So fuckinâ good,â Logan couldnât stop eating at her. He lifted a hand up and used two fingers to push at her entrance until he could curl in the right spot.
âF-Fuck,â y/n cried, making him lean back to watch her as he finger fucked her cunt. âYou like that?â Logan asked as she nodded, head still leaned back and eyes closed.
âYeah? Gonna start callinâ me instead of the boys?â He asked her, making her nod quickly. âYeah, these boys arenât enough for you. You need a man like me to take care of you,â
Y/n whined as she grinned at his fingers, chasing her orgasm. She was close, and he had just started. He was definitely better than any boy sheâd been with. He was even better than herself.
âGive it to me, baby â Cum on my face â Need my face drenched,â the man looked into the girl's eyes and began to cross and roll back.
âCâmon, baby, give it to me â Give it to your man,â Logan kitty licked her bud to give her a better sensation that Wii jot sent her over the edge with a loud moan.
Logan latched his lips around her lips as he continued fingering her, humming into her cunt to get this amazing feeling in.
She tried to push the man off and close her legs, but he kept slapping her hands away and speeding her legs further with his free hand.
âG-God, Logan,â y/n cried out, feeling a bit embarrassed, and he felt it. He slightly loved the idea of her being shy from now on. The animal in him loved the look of a deer in headlights.
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Yes Mommy (Irene x M Reader)
Day 22: Mommy Kink
"On the bed, NOW." You get on the bed, following the orders of Mommy Irene. "HANDS, NOW." You offered her your hands, before she harshly pushed it onto the bed post, handcuffing you immediately. "Who said that you could go out at night, until 3 in the morning?" Joohyun asked as she hovered over your body, slowly unbuttoning her jeans.
"Y-Y" Before you could finish the word, she slapped your face. "Answer me." "N-No one, No one mommy." "Exactly, so why did you go out?" Joohyun asked, this time more gently. However, since you're out of words, to explain your night out, she slapped you again, on both cheeks this time. "Talk." "J-Jaehyun invited me out. He said he wants to party with me, Sehun, Seulgi and Sooyoung." She then slapped you again before walking away, leaving you rattling your hands against the handcuffs, trying to breakfree.
It didn't take much longer before she returned. However, the sight in front of you shocked you, as you watch her in black bra with a skirt and no panties, with cherry red lipstick on her lips.
Joohyun then got onto you, removing your boxers and tearing your shirt apart, before she aligns herself with your cock. After a few rounds of teasing your tip on her entrance, she lowers herself on your cock. "Hmmmmhhhh fuck you're so big." She says as she wraps her arms around your neck. It would be a crime to say that it didn't work you up because all you could feel was her tightness and wetness, dripping down your cock.
"You know, if you actually came home last night, I was willing to let you have your way on bed." Joohyun's words peaked your attention, making you huff in regret. "I would've let you pound my mouth, before going down into my pussy, and then into my ass. I'll let you fill it up." She then starts to ride you slowly, letting you feel her juices and her tightness. "F-Fuck, you're so tight."
You were shocked at the sudden slap she gave you. "You're so tight mommy, and I love it." Joohyun smirks before she starts riding you faster. It took her no time before she treats you as your personal cockslave, riding your mercilessly, not giving care on your pleasure whatsoever. "F-Fuck yes mommy, faster please." Joohyun instead slowed down her pace, before she starts grinding your cock with your cock deep inside her pussy. It took her a few moments before she fully stops grinding you and got off your cock.
"Why?" She didn't reply besides getting onto your face, resting her pussy on your lips. You immediately leaned up to lick her pussy, gliding your tongue up her entrance. It took you a few moments before you start sucking her entrance, earning a moan from her. You continue your actions for a few moments before opting to enter your tongue into her pussy. This generated the same reaction from her as her moans got louder.
After a few minutes of you sucking her, you started feeling more of her juices leaking. "Fuck I'm close." "Cum. Just cum mommy." She replied by headlocking you with her thighs, choking you slightly but instead making you suck her faster. This produced an insane wave of orgasm as she came, squirting her juices hard onto your face. 'Holy fuck." Joohyun turned breathless after her orgasm, before she got off you and redressed herself into a black kimono.
"Bad boys don't get to cum."
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The Bolter (part seven)
Steve Rogers x f!reader / Bucky Barnes x f!reader
synopsis : Steve carries out his decision to return to Peggy, aiming to live out the rest of his days with her. But this means he's leaving everything behind - he's leaving you. Did he make the right choice? Will there be anything left with you to come back to?
in this chapter : Steve's visitors in the 1950s force him to accept the truth. The new Captain America drives a wedge in the reader's relationship with Bucky.
themes/warnings : pining, angst, Loki and Mobius featured
word count : 2k
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The 1950s, seven months after Steve's arrival
You're not supposed to be here.
The sound of an old radio drifts lazily through the air, some crooner from a time long forgotten. Loki lingers behind Mobius in the living room, adjusting his coat with a smirk that practically drips with condescension. He's enjoying the storm of emotion on Steve's face.
"What do you mean?" The former Captain America asks.
Mobius and Loki exchange glances before Mobius steps forward, pulling out a small, metallic device that flickers with a strange light.
Mobius gets right into his explanation, gesturing to the TemPad, its holographic images flashing in front of Steve: timelines splitting, branches forming, collapsing under the careful pruning of the TVA.
Steve simply watches as the enormity of it sinks in. His world is crumbling around him yet again.
"What do you think you're doing here, Captain?" Loki drawls, his eyes glinting with an odd mix of amusement and sympathy. "Living the quiet life, are we? Playing house in the 1950s?"
Mobius sighs, ignoring Loki's taunts. "You know why weâre here, Steve. We came to bring you back. You werenât meant to stay."
Steveâs eyes flicker with a brief flash of something â regret? Guilt? Or was that hope? He turns slightly, casting a glance at the quaint home he stands in, and then back at Mobius. "I made my decision."
"Yeah, you did," Loki interrupts, crossing his arms as he sizes up the man in front of him. "And look where thatâs gotten you. Hiding out in a time that doesnât belong to you."
Steveâs jaw clenches, his fists tightening. He can feel the accusation hanging in the air, too familiar, too true. But he keeps his voice steady, his shoulders stiff. "I came back to claim what I deserve."
Mobius steps closer, his voice softer now. "While I understand that, Steve... Right now, youâre living in the past â a time which was never meant to be your present."
Steve says nothing. The truth is a splinter lodged in his chest, one thatâs been festering since he first stepped into this world that wasnât his. Because it wasnât really about Peggy anymore. It was about you.
You. The one he left behind, the one heâs thought about every single day since he made that fateful choice. He had convinced himself he was doing the right thing, that he could live in the past and let go of everything. But the truth gnawed at him. He wasnât living here â he was hiding.
"I had to come back," Steve mutters, almost to himself. "I owed it to Peggy."
Loki lets out a sharp laugh, drawing Steveâs attention. "Oh, please. Owing someone something doesnât mean trapping yourself in a past that doesnât need you. Peggy moved on, Steve. She had a life. But you? You abandoned yours."
He abandoned you. He abandoned Bucky.
Mobius sighs again, hands slipping into his pockets as he tries to cut through Lokiâs sharp edges. "Steve, weâre not here just because of your choices. You staying here, in this time â itâs creating problems. Serious ones."
Steve frowns, straightening. "You prune timelines. Whatâs one more divergence?"
Mobius rubs the back of his neck, glancing at Loki before answering. "You're not just some random variant. You're Captain America. The impact of your absence is like pulling a thread from a tightly woven tapestry. Everything starts to unravel. Even the TVA can't stop the consequences of that for long."
Steveâs face hardens. "I'm just living quietly, out of the way. No one knows I'm here."
Lokiâs voice cuts in, sharp and cold. "And every day you stay, more branches form. The longer you hide from where you're meant to be, the more damage is done."
Mobius steps forward, his voice steady but urgent. "Steve, we can only prune so much before the entire thing collapses. And trust me, when that happens, we donât just erase this reality. We erase you."
"I don't believe â "
"We erase her."
Steveâs breath catches, his mind racing. This wasnât what he thought. Now that harm is directed to you, the situation has drastically changed for him.
"And what if I go back?" Steveâs voice is tight, controlled, but beneath it is a thread of fear, of hope.
Mobius softens, sensing the shift. "If you go back, the timeline stabilizes. The branches collapse. The Steve Rogers your world remembers â the one who fought for the future, not the past â returns. And herâŠ" He pauses, carefully choosing his words. "She's still waiting for you, Steve."
"Is she?" Loki cuts in, his tone mischievous as can be. "Didn't they just â "
Mobius sharply stops him right then and there. "Shut up, Loki."
Steve's heart twists painfully. His choice had been selfish, and he knows that. He'd run from you, from a future he was afraid to face. A life he believed could never offer peace.
"What if it's too late?" His voice breaks, just a little, his heart finally admitting the one thing heâs been too afraid to say.
Mobius smiles gently. "Youâve made tough calls before, Steve. But this isnât about war, or duty, or sacrifice. This is about you. You deserve to live in your timeline â with the people who need you. She needs you. Go back, Steve. Fix what you can still fix."
Steve stands in silence, torn between the life he thought he wanted and the one thatâs still waiting for him. He thought staying here would bring him peace, but all it's brought is doubt, regret, and a gnawing emptiness. He doesn't have his heart here with him.
Steve is about to speak, when Hunter comes bounding in the room, tail wagging wildly as he takes in the intruders. Another thing that Steve will have to leave behind.
But, apparently not.
"The dog can come with you," Mobius offers, shrugging lightly.
"What?" Loki turns to him in amused disbelief.
"Oh c'mon. Hunter is just as much hers, as he is Steve's."
2024, seven months after Steve's departure
For a while, everything had felt right.
Whatever right was in your lives.
Until the TV in your apartment blared the news about John Walker, Captain America 2.0.
Bucky watched it, jaw clenched, as some stranger stood there in Steve's uniform, parading the shield like it had only ever been his.
Bucky saw the flash of pain that crossed your face, which quickly transformed into anger.
He felt it almost immediately. You were pulling back, closing yourself off, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Not when the ghost of Steve is hovering between the two of you.
Was it still about Steve? Or was it about the future you both thought you had a handle on, until some nobody took everything that Steve represents?
Bucky knows you're hurting. He feels it. He's felt it since the moment Steve left â when you were left behind, and so was he.
And it kills him, seeing you like this, maybe even more than the pain he feels from being left behind.
Steve's shadow is keeping you from fully being here, with him, and it's a fresh kind of hurt.
You shut the TV off and irately toss the remote somewhere in the room.
Bucky clenches his fists and finally speaks, his voice rougher than usual. "We should go see Sam."
"Okay," you respond, your voice calm yet empty.
He's not going to lose you. He can't.
"Doll?"
Your response is a barely audible hum.
Bucky reaches for your hand, his anchor. "We're gonna be okay."
You nod, and offer a weak smile.
It's enough, for now.
When you arrive at Sam's, the tension doesn't ease. Sam takes one look at the two of you, and immediately detects that something is off.
Obviously, there's the matter of Walker. But he sees that there's something different too.
Just what the hell did you and Bucky get yourselves into?
Bucky and Sam exchange a look â one loaded with frustration â before Bucky breaks the silence. "We can't let Walker carry that shield, Sam. Before Steve left, he â "
Sam sighs, shaking his head. "He hinted at wanting to pass the mantle on to you or me â "
Bucky intervenes, "It should be you."
" â but... it's out of our hands, Buck. The government's already made their decision."
The words hit Bucky like a punch. You stay quiet, your mind whirring. You're thinking about Steve again â Bucky can see it.
Something settles in the pit of his stomach. It's nasty and unwelcome, and it makes him want to reach for you and shake Steve out of your thoughts.
He wants to tell you that he's here, and Steve isn't.
He's jealous.
Great, Bucky groans internally, I'm jealous of a damn ghost.
Sam watches the two of you for a moment, sensing the tension. "We'll figure something out. But for now, we have to let this play out. I've got other things on my plate right now."
"What is it?" you finally speak up, concern evident in your tone. "Anything we can do to help?"
"I've been hearing talk about this group. They call themselves the Flag Smashers. I can show you guys the briefing. They're out there right now, and they're not gonna wait for us to get our act together."
"We're coming with you," Bucky says, his voice steady and unflinching.
"Non-negotiable," you confirm, smirking, stepping closer to Bucky as a show of unity.
Sam hesitates, arms crossed as if weighing his options, then his gaze lingers on Bucky's neck. Then slowly â too slowly â he glances at you.
That's when he finally catches on.
The look on his face is almost comical, his eyes widening as he clocks the similar, telltale mark at the crook of your neck.
"Oh, man. Really?"
You feel your cheeks heat instantly as Sam's smirk grows wider.
"What? It's not â " you try to speak, but Sam's having none of it.
"No, no, no. This explains a lot. Like, a lot." He's grinning now, shaking his head like he's finally in on the joke. "I mean, all this weird energy... I thought y'all we're just mad about Walker, but now I get it. Shoulda known. It makes a lot of sense, the two of you."
You glance at Bucky, who looks like he'd rather be anywhere but in that room.
"It's not like that," you mutter defensively, even though it's pointless with Sam.
"Sure, sure," Sam says, failing to suppress a chuckle. "You two just happened to get the same exact bruise in the same exact spot. Must have been a hell of a battle, huh?"
Bucky just scowls, though his ears are tinged pink. "So are you going to brief us or what?"
"Nah, man, you're good. So, what's the plan? You gonna take on the Flag Smashers like it's some couples' retreat?"
You sigh. "We're helping. That's it. This conversation is over."
"Okay, okay," Sam raises both hands in surrender, but he doesn't miss the chance to land another jab. "You're in. But maybe leave the hickeys for after the mission, yeah?"
"Shut up, Wilson," Bucky grumbles. Then he mutters under his breath, as Sam walks away to retrieve the files â "No promises."
You shoot him a look that lets him know you heard him, and he meets your gaze coolly. He wanted you to hear.
You feel a bit lighter â it's the effect he has on you.
Even though chaos has set back in your reality, and even though you're not quite sure where things stand between you and Bucky, there's one thing you know for sure â you're going into this together.
Non-negotiable.
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Judging by the results of this poll, yous are heavily pro-Bucky. Can't blame ya. But is he endgame?
What do you think will happen when they're all back together in the next part? đ
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âź Aemond Targaryen NSFW alphabet âź
My modern Aemondâs parents are Rhaenyra and Alicent <3
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
At first heâs not really sure what to do. Heâs a bit awkward when it comes to dealing with the aftermath of these things. But he is nothing if not eager to learn.
Once he understands what you need he will be more than happy to provide it whether it be checking in on you verbally or just holding you after itâs over.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Heâs a big fan of his hands now. He didnât really think about them much before, but when you pointed out how much you liked them he began to appreciate them more. He likes how large and strong they are and how quickly he can make you cum with them.
Heâs a tits man all the way. Big or small he doesnât really care he just likes looking at them, sucking on them, and squeezing them.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)
Heâs got a not so secret breeding kink. He doesnât actually want kids right now but if you let him cum inside of you itâs game over.
âYou want me to fill you up donât you? Want all my cum inside you so everyone will know you belong with me, hm?â
D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
Heâs got a real bad librarian fetish.
Heâs embarrassed of how cliche it is. Heâs not exactly sure why it happened, but he remembers one day accidentally stumbling upon Aegonâs porn mag collection and coming across a spread of a woman in a library wearing small framed glasses, her hair just pulled out of an up-do, wearing no shirt with her tight pencil skirt hiked up to pussy without any knickers on.
He ripped the spread out of the magazine knowing that if Aegon told their mums about it he would be in just as much trouble for owning a magazine like that. He doesnât know how many times he wanked off to that picture, but he had to stop once the picture became too crumpled to even make out the shape of the woman anymore.
Maybe one day heâll get the courage to ask you to do a little librarian role play with him.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Aemond didnât go through the classic teenage boy slag phase like all his other brotherâs did. He didnât lose his virginity till he was 19 but that doesnât mean heâs a dud â on the contrary heâs probably the most educated about sex out of all his siblings.
His love of knowledge didnât stop outside of school hours. He spent everyday after class making sure that when the time was right and he found the right person it would be just as good for them as it would be for him.
Did this lead him down some rabbit holes of knowledge about things a teenager boy shouldnât know? Yes absolutely.
Did he regret it? Definitely not.
F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying, may include a visual)
Cowgirl. He loves watching you bounce on top of him, biting your lower lip to keep quiet for the neighbours.
He also enjoys the fact that itâs a position where either of you can be in control. Thereâs been many time where you have started out in control until he grips onto your hips slapping the skin of your ass against the front of his thighs.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)
Definitely more serious. There isnât anything Aemond doesnât take 100% seriously most of the time and sex isnât any different. When itâs happening heâs a man on a mission.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes?)
Completely shaven bare, not that there was much hair to shave in the first place.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspectâŠ)
Heâs surprisingly romantic in the moment. He knows what being used feels like and he never wants you to feel that way. Even when he gets rough he always reassures you itâs all for your pleasure.
J = Jack Off (how often do they do it? how do they feel about it?)
Almost never. He would much rather have you touch him than have to do it himself. Heâs patient enough to wait if he must.
And when he knows he wonât see you for a while wether that be because one of you is going out of town, or just busy with work, heâll request you send him some scandalous photos so he wonât miss you as much. That or phone sex.
K = Kink (what are they into?)
Heâs a secret fem dom enjoyer, not necessarily in the traditional whips and chains way but he just likes it when you take control. Bossing him around, praising him, maybe a few smack here and there.
Heâs also all about giving what he gets. Being called sir whenever heâs in charge while he simultaneously praises and degrades you. Itâs a balancing act he throughly enjoys.
And some good old fashioned exhibitionism on the side.
L = Location (favourite places to have sex)
He really likes having sex on your couch because thereâs a few positions that are way more comfortable there than on your bed. If heâs feeling adventurous heâll definitely be up for bathroom sex (clean bathroom sex that is, heâs not an animal).
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)
He likes a challenge. Whenever you tease by telling him youâre not wearing any underwear, or playing footsies with him under the table, he is instantly growing a tent in his slacks.
He makes it his goal to get you back every time and get you back he does.
Heâs also just a sucker for you dressing up for him. Lingerie or skimpy dress, if youâre wearing it, he is ripping it off.
N = Nope (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
He canât deal with anything unsanitary or unsafe. Choking you a little? Sure of course. Choking up with a belt? Not happening. He knows how fragile the human windpipe is.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He feels guilty about it but he definitely prefers receiving. Itâs not like he hates giving â trust he can eat pussy like nobodyâs business, but the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his cock is something nothing else could compare to in his mind. If you offer to let him fuck your throat he will take that opportunity so fast you wonât even be able to comprehend whatâs happening before youâre kneeling on the floor.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
He can go either way but more often than not itâs pretty rough. You have spent many nights at his place and woken up the next morning with a limp and a sore ass.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often?)
Heâs alright with them. Theyâre not his favourite because he doesnât like to feel rushed when heâs fucking you â he takes his time, but if itâs the only option he needs his fix of you more than he needs to wait for the next time he has enough time to take it slow.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)
Heâs not really experimental but if you tell him something youâre interested in trying heâs down to try it at least once (unless itâs one of his hard nos of course).
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)
Heâs a pretty physically active guy and that shows with his stamina. He usually only taps out once heâs dehydrated.
T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Aemond doesnât own any himself but he likes using the ones you own on you, especially the vibrator. He thinks itâs incredibly dumb when guys view sex toys as competition rather than tools that can be used to make sex better.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?)
Worldâs biggest tease. Itâs part of the fun of the game you two play together. Sitting across from each other at dinner with his family is pure torture for both of you. Sucking way too long on your dessert spoon while he wipes the corner of his mouth with his finger so he can suck it clean.
If heâs in a teasing mood he makes it everyone elseâs problem. His poor mothers just wanted a nice innocent family dinner.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make?)
Not too loud when it comes to sounds besides grunts but a dirty little mouth on him. Runs in his family.
âYouâre my dirty whore, you know that right?â âThatâs it, cum all over my cock for meâ
W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)
He has a throughly put together sex playlist. Itâs a bunch of different genres and artists and he spent months working on it before he had sex for the first time.
X = X-Ray (whatâs goinâ on under those clothes?)
Two words. Big balls.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they lastâŠ)
Again heâs a pretty active guy, itâs like heâs in a competitive sport where the only competition is himself and the only goal is to fuck you until he physically cannot move anymore.
Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He can get pretty worn out after itâs done but he has a rule never to pass out before you. Heâs a romantic in that way.
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Big Mama Pt. 3
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC
Wordcount: +4.7K
Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, no smut (alluding to sexual situations), heavily dialogue-centered, use of Daddy, Mama, and other pet names (lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), fluff, angst, SA (touching, grabbing), mentions of dv & abuse, anxiety, trauma, physical fighting
A/N: I literally haven't written in years. I'm open to critiques. I am a little đ€đœ sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.đ„ș Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.
Big Mama Pt. 1 => đŠ
Big Mama Pt. 2 => đŠ
âGirl, what the fuck do you mean you haven't called this man back?â my best friend Monica snapped at me. âI just needed to let one off. I was horny and tired of going on pointless ass dates,â I said groaning back at her.
We were walking into a party her on-again-off-again boyfriend, Jordan, was hosting. There were cars everywhere, and people littered the front lawn of the small house. The music was blasting from the backyard, and the noise consumed the quaint neighborhood.
A cloud of smoke spilled from the rear of the house and engulfed the porch and lawn like a dense fog. The combined thickness of the smoke from the barbecue grill and the heat from the ocean of bodies added to the intensity of the sweltering Southern heat. I was beginning to regret my decision to wear all black.
âYou need yoâ ass beat. How the fuck do you let a man dick you down like that and let him get away?â Monica asked cutting across the lawn to enter through the side gate. âI just didn't want anything else,â I said shrugging my shoulders and following her closely. She opened the gate so that we could both walk in. âLook, Monnie. Iâm not ready to even entertain a man and his bullshit,â I continued as I closed the gate behind us. âYou could have at least kept him as a fuck buddy, âVana, like seriously. Come on. Here we are living in a world where women die never even coming close to experiencing what you did, and you just let him disappear. Are you fuckin' crazy, girl?â she turned to grab my hand.
Monica was trying her hardest to pull us through the swarm of people. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind me. âWhere are we going?â I asked. âOver by the gate. Jordan's waitinâ with his friends,â she said. I used one of my hands to hold her body flush with mine while the other gently pushed people out of the way.
Once we made it to the other side of the backyard, Monnie spotted Jordan. She pulled herself from my grasp and went to talk to him. He looked down at her and smirked. He was crossfaded. I knew what this meant for me. I would have to hear them go at it like animals all night or get a hotel room. Now, I will NEVER be jealous of my girl getting hers. Don't get me wrong. It's just that Monnie sounds like a âpalm-coloredđđ»â pornstar when she moans, and I only watch Ebony for a reason.
âAh, shit,â I said palming my face. âWhat?â Monnie asked with her eyes still locked on Jordan. âI know what that face means. Jordan finna turn you every which way but loose!â I laughed out loud. Monnie looked at me and burst into laughter. Jordan pulled his cup to his lips and peeked over the rim at me. âAs long as Monnie baby knows,â he said peering back at her. âOouu, shit. Don't start with me, J!â Monnie said pulling him by his collar. They were chest to chest now.
âJust go in the damn house already!â I said laughing at the two of them. They were like two feral dogs in heat. They couldn't look at each other without lust taking over. This is an everyday thing for them. âFuck it. Bye. See yaâ!â Monnie said grabbing Jordan and pulling him towards the house.
âNasty dogs,â I said laughing to myself. I stood with my back to the fence and began scanning the party. I couldn't find anyone I knew. I saw a guy who looked slightly familiar, and I assumed he was one of Jordan's friends. I looked him over trying to see if that was the connection. He was standing in a smaller crowd of men.
His head turned slowly, and his eyes caught mine. They were deep-set and a warm dark brown. He turned his body to face me. He was tall and dark-skinned. This man's skin was ebony in every facet of the word â smooth and shiny. He bit his lip and winked at me while running his hands across his low-cut Caesar.
I smiled back at him and waved shyly. He nodded back towards me. He leaned in closer to the group of men saying something that caused them to turn around. I instantly became a little uncomfortable and self-conscious. I hated male attention when they were in groups. It made me feel objectified.
He began to walk towards me with a slow and deliberate gait. His stride was graceful yet steady. His large frame cast a large imposing shadow across the ground. His lean upper body was struggling to hide beneath the thin fabric of his white T-shirt. He appears to be at least 6 feet tall. I've never had a type, but this man was doing something to me.
I pushed my back from the tall wooden fence. âHow you doinâ?â he said leaning over me. His hands were in his pockets. He pulled his hands out slowly and grabbed mine. âFine, and you?â I asked looking up at him. âBetter,â he said licking his lips. They were plump and pink. My eyes followed the movement of his tongue across his lips. âThat's cute, love. I kinda feel like I know you from somewhere,â I said looking away from him. âNah, I'd remember you faâ sure,â he said smiling.
He leaned in closer to my ear. His breath was warm against my skin. âYou right about that,â I said cocking my head to the side. He leaned up to look me directly in the eyes. âYou a cocky sumthinâ, ain't you?â he said laughing. âI like that shit,â he continued while smiling at me. âCocky? Me?! Never, baby. I'm just a professional shit-talker. That's all,â I said laughing into his chest. âA professional shit talker? So, you enjoy talking shit, huh? What comes with that?â he asked shifting his weight to gently push me back against the fence.
I paused for a second. I pulled my bottom lip in, biting it lightly. âFuck around and find out,â I said barely above a whisper. I made sure I was looking him directly in his eyes before I spoke. âOouu, you⊠Lord, woman!â he laughed out loud. âSee. I already got you calling for the Lord, and I ain't even touched you yet,â I giggled into my hand. He used his hand to play with the frizzy hair at the nape of my neck. I chose to wear my hair in a wash-and-go, but it was being destroyed by the humidity.
âSo, what would happen if you touched me?â he asked tracing small circles on my scalp. âIt depends. You wanna hear God, or do you wanna see him? I can do both if I like you,â I said placing my hand on his bicep. âDamn! That's how you cominâ?â he asked grunting. âAnd I thought I was doing sumthin' with the stars and the moon,â he said placing his hand on my hip. âMaybe you just need a little encouragement,â I said rubbing up and down his arm. âHmm, encouragement?â he questioned while raising a single eyebrow. âYou know⊠just a little talking to get you through it,â I said resting my hand on his shoulder.
âTalk me through it then,â he replied as he gestured for me to continue. His hands were now on both sides of my hips. âWe're in public. You sure you can handle that,â he said tilting his head again. I leaned in as close as I could. âBefore I continue, do you like Big Daddy or Good Boy? I need to know for my pleasure,â I asked snaking my hand to the side of his neck. I used my thumb to stroke his jawline. âWhat's the difference?â he asked. âWell, if I'm taking care of business, you're a good boy. However, if you're taking care of business, it's Big Daddy. Understand?â I asked gripping the side of his neck firmly. âMmmm⊠shit. I think I do,â he grumbled dropping his head. âNo, baby. It's either you do, or you don't. I don't like indecisiveness,â I said angling his head back up so that his eyes met mine.
âWhat's your name, mama?â he asked. âHavana, but you can call me âBig Mamaâ,â I said snickering into my hand. âIâm Xavier, so you're Big Mama, huh?â he asked sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. His eyes were narrowing in on my lips. âThat's only if you're nasty,â I laughed again. âHmm⊠How nasty we talking?â he asked snaking his hands around my hips. âHow nasty can you get, love?â I asked locking in.
He looked up at me like he was stunned by that question. âOk. I don't usually repeat myself, butâŠâ I said while moving gently from his grasp. âI'll be as nasty as you need me to be. How nasty can you get?â he asked. âWell, love. It depends on your performance. Energy is matched around here,â I said watching his eyes linger on me again.
*15 minutes later
Xavier and I had been talking the entire time. He seemed like a decent guy, but I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. I honestly feel like with Terry it was a âright place, right timeâ situation. That's never been my forte. I was usually much more careful and selective when it came to choosing sexual partners. We both share our STD status and the current number of active sexual partners. Moreover, the condom situation was even more of a fuck up for me. I normally supply them myself, so that men can't say shit about not having one. So, when I dropped the ball as badly as I did with Terry, it shook me a little. How could I have been that fucking careless?
âUh oh, don't let her get you in trouble,â Jordan said while approaching. âNigga, I'm not worried about that. My shit straight. What that got to do with anything?â Xavier said turning to dap up Jordan. âWhere's Monnie?â I asked Jordan. âInside. Sheâll be out in a minute,â he said giggling and shrugging his shoulders. âOk,â I said looking back at Xavier because his response to J sounded like a red flag. What was he not worried about? What shit was âstraightâ? Then, why did Jordan shrug like he was saying âwhateverâ? Was this man hiding something?
I pulled out my phone and texted Monnie. I asked her if she knew anything about Xavier. She asked why immediately. I texted her and told her we had been outside talking this whole time. The text she sent said it all.
Monnie: RUN BITCH! GET IN THE HOUSE NOW!
I immediately thought of a lie I could quickly tell Xavier. I needed to get to Monnie now! âShit, Monnie needs me!â I said placing my phone back into my purse. âYou good?â he asked leaning in and grabbing my chin so that I could face him. âYeah, baby. Mama's fine. Be safe alright?!â I said loudly as I walked away. âWhat about your number?â he called out after me. âIf we see each other again, I say it was meant to be,â I said winking at him.
I quickly pushed my way towards the rear entrance of the house. The sliding glass door was slightly ajar so that people could go in and out. I entered the door and was met with a cloud of weed smoke. Fuck, I hated that smell. I walked through the house and searched for Monnie. I sent her a text asking where she was.
Monnie: upstairs bedroom
I walked through the crowded living room and crossed the space to get the stairs. I was at the bottom when I felt hands grab my waist from behind. âWhere you going, fine ass?â said a man's voice from behind me. âPlease, don't do that,â I said removing his hands. I continued up the stairs without looking back. âFat bitch!â he yelled at me from below. I turned around to see who was speaking. All I could say was, âUgh!â
I turned back around to continue up the stairs. I located the door to the room where Monnie should be. I lightly knocked on the door before entering. âFuck are you knocking for? Bring yoâ ass in here!â Monnie yelled through the door. âFirst of all, fuck you. Now, spill it. Tea time, hoe!â I said laughing as I entered the room.
Monnie was sitting on the bed waiting. I closed the door and locked it. I sat on the bed beside her. I turned my body so that I was facing her. âGirl, he ain't shit. Please, tell me you didn't give him your number?â she asked shaking her head. âFuck no! Why?â I asked removing my crossbody and placing it on the bed beside me. âWell, for starters, this nigga has a basketball team of kids. He has 4 baby mamas, and there may be a fifth!â Monnie said chuckling. âDamn, 4 baby mamas, and how many kids?â I asked leaning over to rest my head on my palms under my chin. âI think 8. We don't know a for sure number,â she said casually. âThe fuck do you mean by that. Do y'all not know a for sure number, or does he not know a for sure number?â I asked eagerly. âHe doesn't know himself. He be fuckin' anything that let him. That's why his ass was burninâ last month,â Monnie said laughing and slapping my shoulder.
That's when it hit me. If I had met Xavier last month instead of Terry, I would be burnin', too. âBurnin' from what?â I asked Monnie. I was serious now. âI think Chlamydia and Gonorrhea. He apparently got it from one of his baby mamas. The only reason we found out is because he gave it to his âsituationâ, and she came to his house while we were there and cussed his ass out. Girl! She let him have it,â Monnie said hollering at this point. âThat's so foul, bro. We were literally outside talking hot shit and getting spicyâ,â I said. âOh, he hot shit alright?â she laughed.
*2 hours later
I had left the party around midnight. As I was driving home, I remembered I needed eggs and almond milk for tomorrow. I knew there was only one store still open this late at night. I honestly didn't feel like getting out again, so I decided against it.
As I was driving, I started to see construction signs. They all read different thingsâ âdetour aheadâ, âroad work aheadâ, and âroad closed to thru trafficâ. The detour sign pointed to the right. That would throw off my entire drive because that meant I couldn't use the nearest entrance to get on the highway with the next one being miles out.
I grew annoyed but turned anyway. What choice did I have? The road was dark and empty. It was way too late at night to be forced to take detours. I was growing uncomfortable with the fact that there were no streetlights, and the road narrowed towards the end before a sharp blind curve. People weren't as careful coming around. Most hugged the middle taking up both lanes in the process.
As I approached, I slowed down almost to a stop. I slowly rolled through the corner hugging my side of the bend. Once I could see straight ahead, I noticed a truck on the side of the road. The hazards were on, but I didn't see anyone inside. As I got closer, my headlights beamed against the outline of a figure at the side of the truck near the rear tire. I could tell it was a man by the way his physique looked leaning against the truck's bed.
Getting closer, I began to watch him out of curiosity. His body leaned up, and he seemed to be turning around to look in my direction. He used his hand to shield his eyes from the glare of my headlights. That's when I saw it. The tattoo on the forearm looked likeââ Terry's.
No, it couldn't be. There's no way a random detour put us in the same place at the same time again. The first time we met I wasnât supposed to be at the store that day. I accidentally dropped all of the eggs I had and cracked them. I had a cake order to make, so I didn't have a choice but to go get more. Now, this.
I rolled down the passenger side window a little as I got closer. I cleared my throat while laughing to myself. I slowed to a stop as I got to the rear of the truck. He walked towards the car, but he didn't approach fully. âNeed a ride, handsome. Don't want you out here stranded,â I said in the most country accent I could. The voice I used gave off backwoods barbie. âNah, I'm good. Go on home,â he said trying to look through the crack of the window.
I could tell that the absence of streetlights and dark tints were working against him. He squinted a little more. âOh, come on. I can't leave you out here with all these critters and weirdos. Might take advantage of yaâ, hun,â I said trying not to laugh. âYour olâ man let you pick up strangers this late at night?â he asked. I could sense he was becoming inquisitive. He was searching for any possible signs of this being a setup.
I rolled down the window all the way while hollering with laughter. âWho said we're strangers?â I asked him. His face displayed annoyance and relief. I saw his shoulders drop and his stance loosen. He approached the car fully leaning into the window. âReal funny,â he said smirking. âYou looked scared for a second. I'm sorry. I realized it was you as I was coming up,â I replied with a smile.
âWhat you doinâ out so late, Mama?â he asked tilting his head. I scoffed and waited. He looked at me with a cold stare. He was waiting for an answer. I shrugged my shoulders casually. âParty with some friends,â I said hoping that he would stop staring at me so intensely. âParty, huh? I thought you didn't like parties,â he muttered under his breath. âI heard you, asshole. Yeah, a party. That's what I said, ain't it?â I said gripping the steering wheel tighter. âWatch that mouth,â he grunted lowly. His voice vibrated across the small space of the car. âOr what?â I asked looking over at him.
He stood up and pushed away from the car. He crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his body weight to one side. âI would say I'd put somethinâ in it, but me and you both know you'd like that, âVana. Wouldn't you?â he shot back.
Touché, Terry. Touché.
âComing or not?â I asked and gestured towards the passenger seat. He shook his head yes and walked towards the driver's side of his truck. He opened the door and grabbed his keys and a backpack. He walked back to my car to get into the passenger side. He opened the backseat first to place his backpack in. I could see the confidence in his step.
My eyes started to wander a bit. He was dressed in a gray T-shirt and dark-wash blue jeans. Slightly wet from sweat, his shirt clung to the muscles underneath. Every detail is etched into my memory. The deep cut of his abs. The veins in his biceps that popped out when he made even the slightest movements. The slight jiggle in his pecs.
Not this again. Get it together, Havana.
I turned to look away as he entered the car. Closing the door, he sank into the seat and sighed. âIâve been out there for a while. Was about to walk back towards Miller to get closer to my place,â he said. I could feel his eyes on me. âWhere were you going?â I asked eyes locked forward. âRandall's,â he said leaning over so that his arm was overtaking the center console. âReally?!â I asked loudly. âYou'll live. Where you want me to put my hands? In my lap?â he asked his voice surging through the small space. âOr would you rather I put them in yours?â he chuckled. âWhatever!â I said pushing his chest and rolling my eyes. I put the car into gear and began to drive.
âDo you mind if I stop at Dixie? I needed to pick up some stuff for tomorrow,â I asked looking at him. âNah. I mean it is where we first met,â he said smiling back at me. I rolled my eyes and continued to drive.
*15 minutes later
We walked through the store side-by-side. He was right on my ass. This man had no regard for personal space. âDo you have to be so close?â I asked pushing him away. âOh, now you got a problem with it?!â he laughed throwing his head back. âFuck you, Terry,â I said in a whisper low enough for only him to hear. âYou sure you want that? You sure you can take it this time?â he questioned while getting closer to me. âYou got jokes, huh? Remember this, sir. You may beat me when I'm on my back, but I can make you cry when I'm on my knees,â I said turning away from him. I heard him grunt and scoff. I peeked over my shoulder to see him smiling at me.
He walked away in the opposite direction. That was fine with me. I needed a small breather. Everything about Terry had me on edge, and the flashbacks from that night weren't helping.
I walked to the rear of the store where the dairy and produce were. I walked towards the coolers that contained the eggs. I picked up an 18-count for now and checked the crate for broken eggs. Finding none, I placed the eggs securely under my arm. I moved to the fridges right beside them to look for almond milkâ unsweetened and vanilla. They were out. I moved to the next fridge and spotted regular unsweetened almond milk. Fine, that would have to do.
I opened the door to the fridge. A cold, crisp air whipped across my face. The milk rested on the bottom shelf. I leaned over to get it. As soon as I reached for the milk, I felt hands on my hips. âHands off, Terry,â I said through gritted teeth. âWho's Terry?â asked a familiar voice. âXavier!â I yelled almost dropping the eggs.
I whipped around and removed his hands from my hips. âHere we are again. You remember what you said? I think you owe me somethinâ,â he said moving closer to me. âThat was before I knew you lied to me,â I said pushing him back gently. I wanted to be assertive but not piss him off. As he got closer again, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. It was much stronger than it was before.
âThe fuck did Monnie stupid ass tell you?â he yelled smacking his lips. âLook. She didn't say anything, love. JustâŠ,â I said trying to push him away from me. His hands came up to my hips again. He gripped the tighter than the first time. âHey, let me go!â I yelled. âOh, come on. You one teasinâ ass bitch,â he yelled again slapping the eggs from under my arms. They hit the ground with a thud. The crate cracked open and egg yolks shot up all over the bottom of my skirt and all over my feet.
I tried to move again and sidestep away from his grasp but to no avail. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me back towards him. My body collided with his. He grabbed my arms and slammed me up against the cold glass of the fridge. My body bounced off from the impact.
His hand reached up as if he were going to hit me. I flinched in fear and closed my eyes. It's as if I stopped breathing while waiting for the hit to land. It never did. I opened my eyes to see Terry grabbing Xavier by his collar. They were close in height but Xavier appeared slightly bigger.
Terry pushed Xavier away from me. Terry threw the first punch immediately after. His hand collided precisely with Xavier's jaw. Xâs head snapped sideways and his body flew backward. Terry watched him as he stumbled. âDon't you ever touch her again!â Terry growled closing in on Xavier as if he was going to hit him again. Xavier cowered and retreated without a word.
Terry turns back to look at me. His scowl sent shivers down my spine. âI didn'tâŠ,â I said struggling to breathe. âHey, you okay? Mama, look at me!â Terry said grabbing the sides of my face. He angled my head so that I was looking up at him. I was trying not to cry, but I couldn't hold back the tears. âI'm sorry I froze,â I said gasping for air. âAy, câmere. Don't do that? Havana, breathe!â he said pulling me into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me hugging me tightly. I wasn't aware of anything around me at the moment.
My thoughts were all over the place. My mind was racing, and I couldn't form a complete thought. âLetâs go,â Terry said holding my hand. He placed the other on my lower back and guided me out of the store. âKeys,â he said into my ear while leaning over me from behind. âHuh?â I said being pulled from my daze. âI need your keys, baby girl,â he said placing his hands on my shoulder.
I reached into my purse and handed Terry my keys. âI know it's late, but I don't want you driving home like this. Do you feel comfortable going with me until you feel better?â Terry said walking around me so that he was now looking down at me. He placed his hands gently on the side of my face again. ââVana, baby. Listen. You gotta answer me, mama. I need somethin' here,â he asked stroking my cheeks. I nodded as I began to cry again.
He placed his hand on my lower back and guided me to the passenger side door. He opened the door for me to get in. I slid past Terry and sat down in the seat.
The memories I had tried to forget came flooding back â my ex. I spaced out for a second. Terry opened the door and climbed in. He adjusted the seat to fit more comfortably to his height. He leaned over one final time and kissed my forehead. âJust promise me that you're okay?â he asked softly. âYeah, I'm⊠I'm okay,â I said sniffling.
*20 minutes later
I stood in Terry's bathroom waiting for the shower to warm up. I was leaned back against the sink while fighting to remain consciously present. I hated it when things triggered me and brought me back to that place. I had worked so hard to never deal with this again. All those years of therapy, and for what? How could what this man did still take such a toll on me? Tonight, I felt like I regressed tremendously.
I stood up and walked to the glass shower door. I slid it open and reached in to feel the water. It was more than ready. I just wanted to get in and wash away all of tonightâall of the egg yolks, all of the fear, all of the anxiety, all of it.
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âLena, youâre coming with us.â
She looked up sharply as Alex stormed into her office, followed by a dozen DEO goons and a flustered, apologetic Jess as she flipped rapidly between apologizing to Lena for permitting the intrusion and shouting at Alex to get out, only to be ignored.
âJess, itâs fine,â Lena said, calmly, though her heart was racing. âIâll hear what they have to say.â
âCover the entrances,â Alex told her men.
Even when balaclavas over their faces and goggles, Lena could sense their unease. The one who was unmasked -Lena vaguely remembered she was named Vazquez- gave Alex a plaintive, pained look before stepping out. The doors hissed shut behind them, and Alex was alone with her.
âWe donât have time for you to be argumentative.â
âWhat horrific crime did I commit this time?
âIâm not accusing you of anything. Iâm taking you into protective custody.â
Lena put down her phone.
âWhat?â
Alex produced a tablet from the bag on her thigh and stormed over, hitting play on a video.
It was Lex. Lenaâs stomach dropped.
âHello, Director Danvers,â said Lex. âI hope this message finds you well, because none of you are going to be well much longer.â
A thought hit Lena like a freight train: If Iâm in danger, whereâs Kara? Even now Kara would drop everything, risk everything, to keep her from harm.
Lex opened a velvet box and drew out a small device. Lena recognized it and felt her gorge rising. It was another disperser, but something was wrong. The crystal within glowed a deep, scintillating red, like a hot coal drawn from a fire.
âRemember this?â said Lex. âYou and the rest of this world are about to learn what happens when you trust an alien.â
âWhat the fuck?â Lena blurted. âHe canât be alive.â
Alex shook her head.
Lex slammed his fist down, and Alex turned it off.
âWell worry about your brother later. He spread red kryptonite into the atmosphere. We canât find Kara and sheâs not responding to our hails. We have to take anyone she might come after into secure custody where she canât sense you and we have to go now.â
âButâŠâ
âThis shit drives her insane,â Alex snapped, seizing Lenaâs shoulders. âThe last time she was exposed she threw Cat Grant off a building. She almost killed me. ME, Lena.â
A cold flush ran down her limbs, as if sheâd been thrown into the cold sea, and panic surged from deep down inside. The last time Lena had seen Kara it had been through Kryptonite-frosted crystal before she abandoned her in the fortress of solitude.
âPart of me wants to leave you here and let you get what you deserve,â Alex said, coldly, âbut we are going to fix her and when we do sheâd never forgive me for letting you get hurt. Even now she wonât let go of her feelings for you. She keeps talking about saving you.â
Lena swallowed hard. âHer what?â
âLena, get up. For once in your life just cooperate and do what youâre fucking told beforeâŠâ
Boot heels thudded on the balcony and dread could tight in Lenaâs gut. It was a futile gesture but she stood anyway as Alex stepped between them.
The door was locked, but Kara didnât care. She threw the door open, sending the lock mechanism flying across the room and cracking the bomb-proof glass on the process. Alex pulled her alien pistol and aimed it at Karaâs head.
âDonât make me hurt you, Kara. I wonât let you do something you regret.â
Kara stared at her with bloodshot eyes, the ocean blue irises turned a bruise purple as red flashes danced across the whites, like the setting sun chasing across frosted snow. She moved with a languid, inhuman grace, at once casual and as menacing as a predator stalking prey that had no means of escape.
âHello, Lena.â
âKara,â Alex warned. âI know youâre in there. Come back with me.â
Kara ignored her, sweeping her aside with an outstretched arm. Alex went flying, crashing into the doors with a grunt, rolling to the ground unmoving.
âKara,â Lena said calmly, backing away. âYou hurt Alex.â
âI know.â
âWhy are you doing this?â
Kara smiled at her, but there was none of her usual joy, her usual mirth, only a cold, vicious baring of teeth. Lena thumped against her bookcase and a model of the HMS victory that Lex gave her after he finished it toppled from the self.
Kara caught it and returned it to its place. She thrust her hands out, bracketing Lena as she leaned in, trapping her. Lenaâs heart was pounding.
âYouâre scared,â Kara said, âI can taste it in your pheromones. Did you know I can do that? I can sense your skinâs electrical impedance and see the heat bloom in your flesh and hear your heartbeat. If I focus very very hard I can hear brainwaves.â
âI didnât know that,â Lena said, shocked at the smooth calm in her own voice.
âI knew it was a lie the whole time. I knew it was a lie from the night at the Pullitzer gala, when you really started loathing me.â
âThen why did you-â
âI didnât want it to be a lie!â Kara snapped, jolting Lena as she pressed into the bookcase. âI wanted it to be real. I wanted finally be free of the pain of hiding myself from you.â
Behind them, Alex groaned as she sat up, staring at them with a thin trickle of blood running from her nose.
âKara,â Lena said, very softly. âI can see that youâre sick . Let me help you. I can purge the red Kryptonite from your system in my lab.â
âWhy would I want to purge it?â
âYou hurt Alex. You love Alex.â
âDo I?â
âYes,â said Lena. âYouâre good, Kara. Youâre so good. Youâre the kindest, most merciful-â
âIâm tired of being kind!â Kara shouted, stinging her ears. âIâm tired of being nice. Iâm tired of taking bullets for people! Just because they donât inure me doesnât mean they donât hurt!â
âI didnât know that either,â Lena whispered. âI thoughtâŠâ
âYou thought nothing hurts me,â Kara said, leaning in close, so close her breath tickled Lenaâs lips. âBut you hurt me. You hurt more than anything. More than your brother, more than Reign, more than the clone. Dying donât hurt as much as you hurt me.â
Lena spared Alex a glance. She was lying against the doors, holding her belly. She met Lenaâs gaze levelly and Lena knew in an instant the danger she was in and the terrible truth.
She was the only one who could stop Kara.
âI know,â said Lena. âI know I did and it felt good when I was doing it.â
âLena!â Alex gasped, âare you fucking crazy?â
âIt felt good,â Lena said, trying to force the trembling out of her voice and failing. âIt felt so good to lash out. I wanted to hurt someone. I want to hurt everyone. I wanted everyone to feel what Iâm feeling. Especially you. I bet it felt a lot like what youâre feeling now.â
Karaâs eyes were wild with fury, moments from kindling the red-sun fire that would wipe Lena from existence.
âI never stopped believing in you,â said Kara. âIâm the only reason youâre not in a cell beneath a secret desert compound. All this time Iâve defended you and believed in you and protected you.â
âAll this time?â Lena snapped back, fury kindling behind the terror, chasing it back as a fireâs light chases the dark.
She was Lena Luthor. She wasnât going to die afraid.
âYou mean all this time when you accused me of conspiring against you? When you suddenly turned cold to me after telling me how you believed in me? When you made my boyfriend spy on me and destroyed my relationship?â
Lenaâs hands released the shelves sheâd been strangling in twin death grips.
âI⊠IâŠâ
âHow was I supposed to react to learning that you were both people? After what you did? You should punish me, Kara. Iâm a murderer.â
Alex gasped, eyes darting from Kara to Lena.
âI killed my brother for you,â Lena said, very softly. âI killed him because I had to. Because you never would. Iâm not a hero like you. Iâd do it again. Iâd do it all again for you. Now I find out heâs still alive. I may have to. I will. Iâll make sure heâs dead this time!â
Kara blinked, her eyes steaming from the heat inside her as tears ran down her cheeks.
âIt hurts,â Kara whispered. âIt hurts seeing the truth. It hurts to know what I did.â
âI know how much it hurts,â Lean said, bringing her hands to cup Karaâs face lightly. She was shaking, feverish, her skin almost uncomfortably hot. Lena felt a touch of rising panic and forced it down.
âIt hurts knowing that I broke up you and James on purpose. It hurts knowing why. It hurts that even now I canât say it, Iâm too scared.â
âIâm supposed to want you and not him,â Lena said.
Kara jerked back slightly, her eyes going wide. It was an admission without words, a confession to a crime sheâd already admitted. She pressed her eyes shut and the tears flowed anyway.
âIâm sorry.â
âI know,â said Lena. âIt hurts, doesnât it? The anger.â
âYes,â said Kara. âIt burns. Itâs burning me up. I can feel it in my chest, like itâs turning my ribs to cinders.â
Lena nodded. âI came back for you.â
âWhat?â
âI came back for you. I went back to the Fortress. I was as going to let you out, accept the consequences of what Iâd done, but Alex must have already found you.â
âShe did.â
âShe always takes care of you, doesnât she?â
Kara blinked. âYes.â
âIt hurt the most then,â said Lena, âknowing that Iâd made my choice and I couldnât take it back. I planned it all for months. I lost myself in how good it would feel to make you suffer like Iâm suffering. Then when I did it there was nothing. No joy. No catharsis. I just felt hollow.â
Lena sighed. âI fucked up. I ruined my life.â
She flinched as Karaâs too-warm hand brushed her cheek, her thumb grazing lightly over her chin.
âI would forgive you any trespass. I would never hurt you,â she said, even as she trembled with rage.
âI know,â said Lena.
âPart of me wants to.â
âI know. Kara, let me help you. Please. Youâre sick.â
Kara looked at her and Lena wondered what was going through her head. Did she think it was all a manipulation, a ploy? Would she lose it and snap Lenaâs neck, or whip her head with a burst of heat vision and burn them all?
âOkay,â Kara breathed.
Lena reached over and pulled the book on her shelf that opened with direct elevator to her private lab. It was a touch melodramatic, but hell, it was he office.
She gave Alex a glance, waiting for the nod before she stepped inside with Lena.
They rode down in silence. Kara fell back on Lenaâs exam table and closed her eyes as Lena placed the device on Karaâs chest. The House of El rune on the machine glowed as it recalibrated itself and began purging the radiation from her system.
Lena knew it was working when Kara began to weep, her face twisting in a grimace of towering grief. When it was done, Lena carefully removed the device and brushed loose strands of hair from Karaâs eyes and gently wrapped her arms around her. Kara buried her face in Lenaâs neck and sobbed, shaking the table with the fury of her sorrow.
âI didnât mean it,â she whimpered.
âI know,â Lena whispered, smoothing a hand over her head. âI know.â
âIs AlexâŠâ
âSheâll be fine, her people have already taken her to the L-Corp infirmary. Sheâs fine.â
Karaâs voice was almost childlike. âDid I hurt you?â
Lena closed her eyes. âYeah. You hurt me. Itâs okay, darling. Itâs going to be okay.â
Karaâs arms looped around her, tentatively. When Lena didnât push her back, Kara relaxed into the hug.
âIâm sorry, Lena. Iâm so fucking sorry.â
âShhh, I know. I know. Iâm sorry too. I forgive you.â
âYou canât,â Kara whimpered. âYou canât just do that.â
âYes I can. Iâm so rich I can do whatever I want. Here.â
Without letting Kara go, she reached over and took Myriad, placing it in Karaâs hands.
âItâs going to be okay,â Lena whispered, as Kara hugged her tighter.
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mark doesn't know | n.jm
âbut sheâs under me and iâm not stoppingâ
đżnow playing: scotty doesnât know by lustra
⯠summary: You donât even remember how it started, but Jaemin does. Heâs wanted to get his hands on you the minute he met you â and heâd be damned if he let something as silly as his friend get in the way of the thing he really wants. So alas, youâve been fucking your boyfriendâs friend for the last two months.
⯠pairings: jaemin x fem!reader (brief mark x reader)
⯠genre: boyfriendâs friend! jaemin, smut, light angst, college!au.
⯠words: 3.1k
⯠tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, cheating (boo), unprotected sex (donât do this!), dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, light chocking, hair pulling, begging, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader cheats on mark with jaemin.
You donât even remember the first time it happened; or more so, how it happened.Â
"J-Jaem we really shouldn't be doing this,â you huff out as your boyfriendâs good friend sucks on the skin against your neck, right below your ear.Â
His breath is hot, and his touch feels melting.Â
"You say that every time, and yet, look where you are. Back with me again.â
Your next words are cut off by the feeling of Jaeminâs lips pressing against yours. You want to give in, but something's on your mind this time â guilt.Â
Pushing him back, you try to move from the wall, but he keeps you there. "We can't, not again. Markâs on his way-"
He covers your mouth with his hand. He fucking hates when you bring him up. He fucking hates that his friend is the one that gets to have you on his arm. And he certainly fucking hates the fact that he had been the one to introduce the two of you in the first place.Â
You were Jaeminâs lab partner before you even knew of Markâs name. One night when you were over at Jaeminâs house for an assignment, Mark just so happened to turn up. If Jaemin had it his own way, he would have never even planned to introduce you to his older friend â but he was the one who told you to answer the door that night.Â
And God did he fucking regret it.Â
The memory of you answering the door with an immediate blush and flutter of your eyelashes at Markâs presence played on his mind every time he saw the two of you together.Â
You never looked at him like that â well at least not back then anyway.Â
In Jaeminâs mind, he had made it very clear that he had a thing for you. Heâd made it obvious, hadnât he?Â
Well, thatâs what he thought. So, when news hit that you were fucking the older boy and going on dates with him; it was safe to say that Jaemin was beyond pissed.Â
And when you were the one to kiss Jaemin one late night of studying â he seized the opportunity because heâd be damned before he lost his shot with you again. And thus, the two of you fucked every Thursday nightâs study session.Â
"Don't. Don't say his name,â he growls, low and nasally enough to have your stomach fluttering. âNow, nod your head if you're gonna stop worrying and listen to me.âÂ
You nod your head almost instantly with wide eyes. You couldnât help the way your pussy grows even more slick, threatening to pool in your underwear, at his dominant demands.
"Good girl,â he says when you obey him, finally removing his hand from your mouth.
He sinks to his knees in front of you, pushing the few dishevelled stands of his hair out of his face to look up at you.
âIâm gonna give you something else to think about." He spreads your legs apart, snaking his hand delicately around your thighs to reach under your dress and tease the waistline of your panties.Â
You wordlessly look down at him. And although you're not saying no itâs not enough for him.
"Tell me gorgeous, can I have you for tonight, again?" His voice seems deeper and his tone thicker, eyes searching yours for confirmation.
You close your eyes as he starts to drag the lace down your thighs, "I need words, Y/N. Can I have a taste?"Â
"Yes." You sigh out.
"Yes, who?"
"Yes Jaemin.âÂ
He has you lift up your feet, one at a time, so that he can remove your panties completley. Your eyes shoot open just in time to see him stuff them in his back pocket. Your body starts to throb at the sight â the sight of him being so smitten for you.Â
He grabs one of your legs, hoisting it up so that it's over his shoulder, exposing your bare core to him. Jaemin wasnât a man of withstanding, so he wastes no time working his tongue the only way he knows best â the way you like it.
He starts by licking a long stripe up your wet cunt, groaning at the taste. The sound sends ripples against your clit, making your body jolt forward further on his tongue.Â
"Can't believe you wanted to deny me of this,â he mumbles, shaking his head.
He suctions his mouth on your clit, making your breath hitch in your throat. You're biting down on your lip, hard enough to draw blood, as he starts sucking and pulling on the bud. You're certain your legs would have given out immediately had he not offered his shoulder as support.
"Sorry, m'sorry.", you moan, hands coming to grip his hair but he stops you.Â
"I didn't say you could touch me yet,â he smirks up at you.Â
He continues licking your clit until he reaches his hand down to your cunt to join his tongue. He watches your eyes shut in pleasure; the way your hands are clenching into fists, resisting the urge to touch him, wanting to try your best to follow his orders.
The pads of his fingers go to your swollen nerves, starting to apply pressure with slow torturous circles and your head slumps back against the wall, mouth hung open as a deep moan floats out of you. He lets two of his fingers dip down to your hole, teasing you a bit before sinking them in with no resistance.Â
You know youâre not going to last, and youâre too out of your mind to even feel slightly embarrassed about it. You could get down on both knees right now and praise god for those fingers of his.
"I've missed how you feel against my fingers baby, couldn't forget it, soaking wet for me just like last time,â he says, looking up at you with thick lashes.Â
It has your skin tingling, and your heart thumping against your chest; so hard that it's rippling down to the throb between your legs that only worsens as he continues pushing.Â
"Can feel you clenching on my fingers,â he further teases, voice like gravel as he continues to watch you in amazement. "But I bet you wish it wasn't just my fingers, hm?"Â
You bite your lip to stop a moan, but then Jaemin stops the movement of his fingers, pulling a whine from you.Â
"Answer me baby. You want my cock in this tight little cunt, don't you?"Â
You can practically feel him smile when he nuzzles his face into your thigh, watching you struggle to respond.Â
"Jaemin please just-", you choke on your words when he begins to finger you again.Â
"Just what? Use your words, Y/N."
"Want you to fuck me, please, stop teasing me,â you whine frustratedly.Â
"Y'know I just love to hear you beg. Gonna fuck you, promise, but I want you to cum on my fingers first,â his fingers begin to pick up pace, curling to hit the spongy spot inside to which you cry out.Â
Your teeth clamp down on your lip again as you circle your hips against his hand mindlessly, earning hiss after hiss from him.Â
"Yeah? Gonna make a mess of my fingers? Be my good girl?"Â
You can only moan in response, your mouth dropping open with small pants coming out. You start clinging to his shoulders, trying to stay upright. The sensation of your muscles contracting, with each thrust of his fingers and the heel of his palm rubbing against your aching spot, has your legs trembling.
"So close, Jaem, Iâm so close. Let me cum."Â
Jaemin looks up, nodding against you in a silent confirmation that you can â and you swear you see stars. You can feel your walls deep inside cracking as he starts sending shockwaves through your body. Jaemin even has to hold you up as your leg almost collapses and your hold on his shoulder tightens.
He continues to soothe and flick over your clit even after you come down from your high, and you're too weak to push him away.
"Jaem- baby I'm sensitive,â you tell him and he finally draws back, grinning up at you with a sly smile.Â
He sets your leg down, getting up from his knees to stand right in front of you, his hands cradling your face as he kisses you.Â
Itâs sloppy and harsh, like he needs this or heâll die, like he doesnât want you escaping him, ever. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you groan into the kiss, your hands fisting the bottom of his shirt.
"More- I need more,â you mumble against his lips before kissing him again.Â
Jaemin brings his hands from your face, to the back of your neck, using all the power he has to âsomewhatâ forcefully pull you away from him.Â
"You know how this works. You gotta tell me more than that," his voice is just above a whisper, a sadistic smirk on his face as he watches your eyes struggle to leave his lips.
"What do you want more of, hm? More of my mouth?" You shake your head no, and Jaemin pretends to sigh. He tightens his grip on your neck, making you look him in the eye. "If you can't use your words, I can't help you."Â
Jaemin knows exactly what you want and how you want it. But he canât help but love seeing you get all needy and frustrated. Itâs his own personal reminder of how much you need him â or better yet â how much Mark isnât satisfying you. Knowing he gives you something Mark canât, never fails to make his cock ache.Â
"I want you to fuck me,â you finally say, voice barely audible.Â
"I couldn't hear you. Repeat that for me?â He taunts and it makes you want to stomp your foot in frustration.Â
"Stop teasing me, please. I need you to fuck me.âÂ
Jaemin grins at this, wasting no time in releasing your neck so that he can pick you up and carry you to your bed â Markâs bed.
You let out a small squeal, swatting at him to put you down. You hated the way he was always picking you up, but for him, having you wrap around his waist was his way of being as close as possible to you. He tosses you down on the bed, making you look up at him with a glare.
"Be careful dumbass."Â
He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up into that stupid smirk once again. "You've got quite the mouth all of a sudden."
Jaemin kneels down on the bed in front of you, parting your legs so that he can be in between them.Â
"Just a few minutes ago it was âoh Jaem Iâm gonna cum, don't stop please,â he mocks with a small laugh, causing you to bring your hands up to hide yourself.Â
Jaemin stops you though, pinning your hands down beside your head. "Oh none of that. Where'd my bratty girl go, huh?"
The way that he barely has to use any of his strength to pin you down, plus his large and muscular frame boxing you in, has you practically drooling.Â
He inches his face closer to yours, tricking you into thinking he's going to kiss you, but just as your lips graze his he turns to the side, making you kiss his cheek instead.Â
"Jaemin," you whine.Â
"Sorry sorry, you just looked so desperate for it, I couldn't resist,â Jaemin knows the effect his words have on you because your hips are bucking up into the air as the throbbing returns to your core.
"Want a proper kiss?" he asks, and you nod, staring up at him with pleading eyes. "Yeah? Beg."Â
It's a simple command that usually would have had you scoffing, telling Jaemin to get over himself and stop teasing, but you're so needy for his touch that you give in.Â
"Jaemin", you whine again â and oh does he love the way you say his name. "Baby please, kiss me, I- I need it."Â
He knows that you can beg better than that, he's heard you do it plenty of times, but he takes mercy on you, partially because his own need is screaming just as loud as yours is. He lets his lips connect with yours and wastes no time ravishing your mouth.Â
He growls into the kiss, bringing one of his hands to curl around your throat, adding a little pressure as his tongue explores your mouth like he's never kissed it before.
You two are a desperate mess now, as you start to work with each other until youâre both fully undressed. Breathy pants and soft moans fill the silence in the room.Â
Jaeminâs towering over you, his knees poking in between your legs to probe them wider for him. You donât resist, you donât want to. One of his hands reaches down to fist the throbbing cock between his own legs as he rubs himself teasingly between your seeping folds.Â
"Condom?" You ask, trying to think as clearly as possible.
Jaemin looks almost offended that you've asked, scoffing as he positions his tip at your entrance.Â
"Since when have we ever used condoms?"Â
"We havenât. I just thought you might want to-"
You're cut off by a gasp as he begins to push into you, the familiar delicious stretch and slight burn settling in. You hear Jaemin swear under his breath, as his hips flush right against yours.Â
"You just thought what?" he asks as his head dips down, nosing along your jawline before peppering wet kisses along your neck.
"I- uh,â you stutter, losing your train of thought from the feeling of him inside you; so deep and hard and rough.
You bite down on your lip. You only ever have Jaemin like this; and you can't explain the overwhelming feeling you get whenever you get to have him with no barriers, getting to be as close to him as possible â even if you didnât deserve it.Â
"It's because of him right? You're worried that he'll have to feel my cum deep in this pretty pussy of yours, aren't you?"Â
And although his tone is somewhat playful, there's a bite to it. You know how Jaemin feels about having to sneak around; knew all about how he wishes you were his and his only.Â
He doesn't allow you to respond though, knowing that's a conversation you'll have to have at a different time. Instead, his hips slowly begin to rut against yours, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan.Â
"Fuck fuck fuck,â Jaemin groans against your ear.
Your hands are clawing at his back as his thrusts pick up pace. And as much as he loves you doing that, marking him as yours in your own special way, he redirects your hands to his hair. You immediately begin to tug at his locks, loving the way it feels between your fingers.Â
He speeds up his pace. The sharp sting radiating through you, mixed with the sensation of his centre grinding against your own. His movements cause a crippling to all of your senses and creates an unbearable, but familiar, throb in the pit of your belly.
Jaemin is a mess of pants and grunts on top of you, mixed with the low moans that rumble inside of him when he circles his hips harder against you.
"I'd drag this out all night if I could, but my cock is aching for you," he grits through his teeth, snapping his hips against you one last time before pulling away.
He wets his lips, darting his eyes to yours before snapping his mouth from your neck to lean down and press an affectionate kiss against you. Both of you are inhaling sharply into the kiss when you feel him hit his cock in the deepest places, collecting the arousal there.
Your parted lips hover against each other, shallow breaths mixing together as he pulls out of you, and you whine. He starts slowly circling around your entrance like he's teasing himself as well as you.Â
You gasp, when he inches forward again, going at a tortuously slow place. He had you so slick with excitement as always there's no resistance at all. Â
His eyes squeeze closed as his jaw goes slack, letting out the most erotic moans. You can feel your muscles stretching out to accommodate him and it feels euphoric.
You wrap your legs around him tighter, needing to be closer, as he continues to draw his hips back and forth in fast powerful strokes, switching between kissing you harshly and whispering dirty nothings into the air between you.
You grip your fingers tighter on his hair, moving your lips to go to his neck, kissing and sucking on the skin, feeling his pulse thump harder as you do.
He hisses, clenching his teeth as his hand takes hold of your hip, digging his fingers in while his hips jolt forward, "Shit, if you keep doing that I'm not going to last.â
How needy and desperate he sounds spurs a fire in you, moaning against his skin as you push your hips back against him.
âThen don't last, I won't either, I just need you.â
You nip and suck at the heated skin on his neck, swirling your hips against him to spur him on, and he lets out a frustrated growl before he angles your hips up and draws back, snapping forward roughly. It makes your head roll back as you arch into him when he repeats the action again.
"Is this what you needed baby?" he grits, his jaw tenses as he thrusts into you abruptly. "Wanted me to fuck into you harder? Wanted someone to fuck you properly? Wanted me to show you just how much better you feel clenched around me?"
You can't answer, only managing to gasp out short, strained moans in rhythm with his thrusts as he drives into you in sharp, deliberate motions, filling and hitting all of the places inside you that only he can.
The noises leaving Jaemin are borderline animalistic, the guttural and hoarse sound, vibrating through your whole body as he starts to fuck into you at a relentless pace.
You can feel yourself tightening and clenching around him, muscles pulling him in with each thrust as he knocks against all the right places that were already aching for him, urging you further into your orgasm.
"Shit- Jaemin, I think I'm gonna co-"
You're cut off once again, but not by Jaemin, by the sound of your front door opening.Â
"Babe, are you home?"
#jaemin smut#nct smut#nct dream smut#nct x reader#jaemin x reader#nct dream x reader#nct hard hours#kpop smut#jaemin scenarios#nct scenarios
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stalker. pt.2.
masterlist.
charles leclerc x reader. / ? x reader.
fc: lalisa manoban.
note: thanks you guys for 1k!!! i love seeing everyoneâs reactions to my aus it really warms my heart <3 i love youuuuuuu <333
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y/n: thanks again @.apmmonaco for inviting me again! raising money for charity is something really important for me, and iâll continue to do it till the end. you can donate too right here: www.donateforcharity.com
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fan1: a fucking goddess
fan2: charles fumbled HARD
fan3: men really canât handle bad bitches
isahernaez: stunning!
fan4: the fact that they were ALL there lmao
fan5: apparently they were sitting near each otherâŠ
fan6: where is deuxmoi when you need them.
fan7: how to be a fly in that room tbh
fan8: can we STOP talking about musty charles and appreciate y/nâs beauty and work for charity??
fan9: y/n can do better than him anyway, her family literally owns half of monaco
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y/n: enjoying some sun with friends :)
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fan1: "friends" hm? then why is your fucking bestie still in monaco, y/n???
fan2: and who tf is that?
fan3: GUYS CHILL let the girl catch some dicks omg
fan4: i hope charles is crying rn
fan5: nah but charles must be regretting all his life choices
fan6: i wonder who that friend is
fan7: she looks so good tho
fan8: letâs stop talking about HER love life sheâs a grown ass adult
fan9: my girl is thriving we love to see it <3
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you did your best to ignore the look in peopleâs eyes when they saw you in the paddock. after all, what was a driverâs ex girlfriend doing here? to be fair, you didnât even know yourself, but he asked you to come and for a reason that is still foreign to you, you said yes. because who could say no to him?
it felt weird tho, coming here alone and supporting someone else, it was weird to you. especially because your ex boyfriend was here with the girl he cheated on you with. no wonder everyone was looking at you. but you didnât care, you knew why you were here, and charles wasnât going to ruin this moment.
"y/n!" a familiar voice made you sigh in relief, it was your friend, lily. she greeted you with her signature smile and hugged you tightly. "i havenât seen you in such a long time." she took a step back and you smiled at her. you loved this tiny woman so much, she was a huge support for you during the breakup and even now. "i missed you too! where is alex?" you asked, your friendâs boyfriend not in sight which was weird because these two were tied at the hip. "doing interviews with logan. but letâs not talk about boys, how are you?" you two linked arms and walked through the paddock. "iâm fine actually, itâs weird but i think iâm moving on." you smiled and looked at the sky, knowing exactly why you were moving on so quickly. "iâm happy then." she smiled back but it dropped away from her face quickly, when she saw something in your way. when you followed her gaze you chest tightened when you saw charles and his girlfriend. when she saw you she immediately jumped in charlesâs arms to kiss him, which caught him off guard and annoyed him.
an arm on your shoulder finally snapped you out of it, when you looked on your right to see who suddenly appeared next to you, you saw him. and all your sorrow immediately disappeared like rain when the sun is shining.
"hi, beautiful." he said, and you couldnât help but smile.
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warnings: smut, spitting, choking, squirting, throat fucking, dumbification, dirty talk, degradation, slight daddy kink, facial(ish)
pairing: dadâs best friend harry x reader
summary: in which yn keeps eyeing harryâs arms and he puts them to good use
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ynâs bottom lip is tucked between her teeth as she sits on the couch next to harry, trying to keep her dirty thoughts at bay. but itâs so hard when heâs sat beside her, shirtless at that, as he types away on his computer, sending angry emails to his employees. yes itâs his day off, but it just seems that there is always something that comes up when he finally relaxes.
itâs not the emails that are turning her on, not at all. itâs the fact that with each message he types with annoyed grunts and mumbles falling from his lips, she can see his biceps just flexing with each movement. she canât even focus on her phone thatâs playing some sort of video on its screen because her eyes just keep flitting over to where he sits.
her thighs are practically sewn together as her mind races, from thoughts of those biceps next to her head as he pounds deep into her in missionary, to them wrapped around her neck.
oh.
that second thought is something she shouldâve thought of a long time ago. she shouldâve thought of him bending her over the kitchen table with his arm wrapped around her neck, her feet barely touching the floor as he wrecks her. that thought forces a moan from her lips before she can stop it, causing harry to stop in his tracks and turn to look at her.
his first thought is that sheâs hurt somehow sitting next to him, and so he takes a moment to let his eyes trail over her body. one clean sweep and then heâs meeting her eyes with raised eyebrows as he recognizes that body language. the glued thighs, the blown pupils, and not to mention the swollen lips from all the chewing. sheâs been caught.
closing his laptop, he places it on the coffee table before angling his body to be able to maintain eye contact comfortably. the silence is deafening, and she wants to crawl into a hole. âare you going to tell me what that was about or do i need to force it out of you?â heâs playing no games. she just stares at him in silence as she debates whether or not she should tell him. âand tell the truth. i donât have room in my day for lies and wasted time,â he makes sure to tell her.
she chooses her words carefully. âyour arms,â she murmurs, avoiding eye contact with him and looking down to her lap. he huffs in annoyance before forcefully grabbing her jaw and making her look at him.
âwhat about them? donât be stupid, i donât have the time for the games,â he warns her before heâs letting her go and awaiting her answer.
âi was thinking about themâŠ,â she pauses, forcing herself to say the words. âi was thinking about them wrapped around my neck when weâre in bed,â she finally finishes. the term âin bedâ wouldâve been innocent in any other context, but he knows exactly what she means. she means she wants his arms around her neck while he fucks her.
she hears harryâs breath hitch before the room falls into silence, the lack of sound making her regret her decision to be honest with him. she could just about cry when he stands up from the couch, looking down at her lap. a few seconds later, she hears the sound of fabric hitting the floor, and from her peripheral vision she can see the shorts harry was wearing there. trailing her eyes up his legs, her eyes nearly bulge out of her head when she sees harry just stood there with his cock in his hand, hard and already leaking.
âget on your fucking knees,â his words are firm and leave no room for argument and sheâs immediately scrambling off the couch and onto her knees in front of him. resting her weight on her heels, she sits there and looks up at him as she patiently awaits further instruction.
âopen your mouth,â he demands, and she instantly does so, her mouth already practically salivating at the thought of him. harry just stroked himself a couple times before grabbing the back of her head and forcing her open mouth onto his cock. he immediately sets a brutal pace and begins fucking her throat with no care of the mess sheâs making of them with her saliva. he continues for a minute or so, keeping a close eye on her to make sure sheâs okay. with each passing second, he sees her move further and further away, until her eyes start to roll back into her head.
âfuck. thatâs it, i see. all it took was my cock down your throat and now you canât even focus. dumb little baby canât even hold her head up, poor thing,â he firmly slaps her cheek to get her to keep her eyes on him and it works, but only for a moment, before her head is lulling right back onto his thick thigh. over the sounds of her choking on him, harry just sighs in irritation before quickly pulling his cock from her mouth and ignoring her whine of protest.
heâs then quickly grabbing her by her arms and pulling her up before pulling her sleep shorts down and off her body before pushing her onto the couch, pressing her face into the cushions. climbing up onto the couch behind her, he takes a moment to admire her and how wet she already is, her folds glistening with her arousal. he wants a closer look, though, taking his hands and spreading her ass cheeks even wider and looking at her already throbbing hole.
he canât resist leaning down to swipe his tongue through her sodden folds, suckling on her clit for a moment before pulling away when she starts to grind against his face. she whines in frustration as he just watches her throb a bit, and then heâs letting her ass go before straightening up and taking his cock in his fist once more. crawling forward just a bit, he lines himself up with her and runs his leaking tip through her folds just to tease her a bit more before gathering some spit in his mouth and letting it land on her pussy, trailing down.
when heâs satisfied with the sight, he begins pressing himself into her hole as slowly as possible, listening to her mewls of pleasure as he stretches her tight hole. as soon as heâs deeply seated within her, he lets her adjust for a few seconds before pulling out until his tip is resting at her entrance and pushing back in just as deep as before. âis this what you wanted? for me to stop my work and fuck you like a whore? do you like daddyâs arm around your neck?â he grunts, letting her wails of pleasure as well as the sounds of their skin slapping spur him on.
she can only yell out a chorus of broken agreements, her nails clawing at the leather couch cushions and tears beginning to fall from her eyes at the pleasure. heâs fucking her at what seems like an unfathomable speed to her, each drag of his thick cock along her walls pushing her closer and closer to the edge. she canât even give him a warning due to her wordless babbles, but he understands.
he doesnât only understand, he decides to make it even better. stopping for just a moment, he ignores the sound of annoyance that comes from her and sits up to rest on his heels before pulling her up as well. wrapping his arm back around her throat, he begins to fuck into her from below before reaching around her body with his free hand and honing in on her clit.
she hadnât thought it could get any better, but as soon as he started fucking her so deeply in tandem with the tight circles around her clit, she felt like she could explode. and that she did. after no more than ten seconds more of the intense pleasure sheâs experiencing, her body tenses and a yell of relief falls from her lips as her orgasm takes over. as it wracks her body, though, harry switches from just a few fingers on her clit to his whole hand, rubbing the sensitive bud quickly. that sends her into a whole other realm, and she feels her body relax before she can register whatâs going on and then they both hear and feel her orgasm drench the leather cushions below them.
this whole time, harry has not stopped fucking her, and soon her head is lulling to the side as she lets him take her even more. âfuck, iâm close,â he chokes, still feeling the aftermath of her orgasm as she flutters around him, milking him for all heâs worth. âwhere do you want it?â he manages to ask, staving off his orgasm just long enough for her answer. his question basically brings her back to life and sheâs pushing her self up on her hands as she answers.
âplease, want it in my mouth,â she whines, and heâs immediately pulling his throbbing cock from her and standing up beside the couch before forcing her onto her knees.
âopen,â he breathes, chest heaving as he looks down at her. she immediately obliges, sticking her tongue out of her mouth and tipping her head back just slightly, and then harry is quickly jerking his cock in front of her face. âdonât you dare fucking move, fucking shit!â he gasps as his orgasm finally takes over, nearly knocking the wind out of his chest from the intensity. warm spurts shoot from his tip and onto her awaiting tongue and heâs just groaning above her as he empties himself for her.
she takes everything he has to offer, watching his biceps and abs contract as he keeps stroking himself a over her. by the time heâs finished, heâd tongue is coated and some of his cum is even dribbling down her chin. reaching forward, he grabs her neck and keeps her still before gathering some of his saliva and spitting right into her open mouth, humming in satisfaction when she keeps it there without him having to tell her. he lets go and just watches her for a moment, loving to see her struggle to keep her tongue out. âswallow,â he commands and sheâs instantly closing her mouth and letting the mixture of cum and spit go down her throat.
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MOMMY KNOWS BEST
CHAPTER 2
Sunlight splashed into the bedroom and Rebecca started to stir awake. As she opened her eyes, she realized that Brian was still in the same position he was in when they fell asleep. He was still asleep and to her delight he was still suckling on his pacifier. She managed to wriggle herself free and made for the kitchen to make her coffee. The previous evening was coming into focus and she realized that she had a lot of work to do. Her home wasnât equipped for a baby yet. She had much to prepare, so many things to get. First thing first was to make plans for a nursery. She started to daydream about all of her plans when footsteps crept up behind her. âGood morning Rebecca,â Brian said sheepishly. She whipped around, âRebecca? Have you have forgotten last night already?â Her voice was steady and firm, but also lovingly maternal, âCan you tell me what you are wearing?â Brian turned his eyes to floor and fidgeted. So embarrassed, he could barely find his voice. âBrian, I asked you a question. What are you wearing sweetheart?â This time he managed to allow words to escape, âIm, Im wearing aâŠâŠdiaper.â The last word exited as a faint whisper. âWhat was that? I couldnât hear that last word.â He nervously glanced up to see her face, but he couldnât find the strength to look her in the eyes and once again focused on the floor. âI said a diaper.â âThatâs so good sweetheart. Iâm so proud of my baby. Now tell me whose diaper is it.â He closed his eyes, wishing he could be anywhere but here. âItâs myâŠmy diaper.â âYou are doing so great sweetie. Now can you tell me what you were suckling on when you woke up?â
 Why wonât she just let me go. Overcome with his embarrassment, he snapped. âForget this whole thing, Rebecca. Can we just pretend like last night happened? I shouldnât be doing this. I just need to grow up and forget this stupid fantasy.â He stormed back into the bedroom. Rebecca took it all in stride. She knew her husband too well. She knew he would refuse to let go. He would fight it, even though he wanted this so badly. He was never going to give himself permission to just let go. It was going to be up to her to regress him. She entered the bedroom, just as Brian was about to un-tape his diaper. âDo not touch that diaper, young man!â âYou canât tell me what to do, Rebecca.â The look in her eyes made him realize his mistake. She marched over and pushed him down onto the bed. She smacked the back of his thigh as hard as he could. He let out a cry much to his surprise. âGet over my lap. And if you disobey me, you will absolutely regret it.â The sheepish feeling swept over him again and he complied. She pulled down his diaper. She laid smack after smack over his cheeks. At first he tried to grit his teeth through the pain, but after a few minutes tears streamed down his face. Tears turned to sobs as snot ran down his face. What a sight. Here was a grown man in a diaper over his wifeâs knee getting a full spanking. Rebecca let up and with that same forceful maternal tone spoke up once again, âLetâs try again. Now what were you suckling on earlier?â Brian heaved his chest to catch his breath after the uncontrollable tears. âA pacifier.â âThatâs right honey. So you have your diaper and your pacifier. Who uses those?â âBaâŠbabies.â âGreat job. So if babies wear diapers and suck on pacifiers, what does that make you?â He tried to wipe the snot from his nose. There was no way to pretend that he didnât look like a baby in this moment. âIâm a baby.â The sobs started up again, âIâm just a baby. Iâm so sorry mommy.â Rebecca wrapped her arms around him and brought his face to her chest. âThatâs right sweetheart. You are mommyâs baby. Mommy wants you to be her baby. I know you feel embarrassed Brian, but there is no reason to feel that way. I want this too. But you need to trust mommy and listen to me. Mommy knows best. Let me take control and I will make everything all better. Will you do that for me? He looked up and just nodded. She reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his pacifier. She gently placed it between his lips. âOnce you have calmed down, I want to you to get dressed for me. Mommy has a lot of work to do. So today, you will get to be an adult. I want you to spend the day as a big boy. Go have some fun. But I want you back here this evening and we can discuss your return to babyhood.â
To be continuedâŠ
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Pairing: Boyfriend!Rafe Kook!Girlfriend
Summary: Rafe has been in a relationship with his best friend, Topper's, younger sister for four years. When Rafe reluctantly decides to agree to letting his girlfriend go to a party with Topper, without Rafe, he makes Topper swear to not let her out of her sight. When Topper doesn't follow through with the promise, Rafe receives a call that he never wanted to receive.
Warnings: mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of almost rape, slight mention of violence. I think that's about it. Reader is female, but no mention of Y/N or readers name just the pet names Rafe calls her.
A/N: This is not proofread, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. I wrote this in like 15 minutes, after it randomly came to me... Like half my writing đ there's no smut in this. FYI, for this little piece, Rafe is 21 and reader is 18.
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Rafe angrily slammed open the door and came barging in, veins popping out and huffing. Topper opened his mouth to say something but was quickly cut off by Rafe putting his hand up.
"Don't." Rafe seethed, shaking his finger in Topper's face. His jaw clenched and his usual piercing blue eyes were full of rage. "Just tell me where the fuck my girlfriend is!"
"In her bedroom with Sarah. Look man, I fucked up and I'm sorry. I let her out of my sight for like 20 maybe 30 minutes." Topper began, his words only adding fire to Rafe's already burning rage. His mind kept playing back to the phone conversation he'd had earlier with his girlfriend. A call that will forever haunt his mind.
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~Hours Earlier~
Rafe was relaxing on the couch, watching some movie that his girlfriend had been going on about for weeks. Of course, Rafe being Rafe, he just rolled his eyes saying how you couldn't pay him to watch another fucking chick flick. Yet, here he was, home alone, snuggling with his girlfriend's favorite soft and fuzzy black blanket that had little cherries printed on it, loving how it smelled just like his girlfriend.
He'd never admit it, but he was really into the movie, finding himself getting invested in the relationships and friendships and all the drama. The sound of his phone vibrating beside him made Rafe side eye the phone, his brows furrowed together when he saw his girlfriend's face on the screen and her nickname 'Bunnyâ€ïžâđ„'. It's not that he wasn't happy to see her calling because he was.
The problem was, his girlfriend was supposed to be out having fun with her older brother, Topper, who also happened to be Rafe's best friend. Rafe had business to take care of and wouldn't have been able to make it to the party until late, which is why Topper swore he'd keep an eye on her. Rafe told his girlfriend to call him if there was any trouble, and made Topper to promise to bring her back to Tannyhill after the party. Seeing her name on his phone instantly had Rafe regretting to ever agree to let his girlfriend go to a party without him.
"Is everything okay, bunny?" Rafe asked, trying to hide the concern in his voice. His knuckles were already turning white from gripping the side of the couch.
"R-Rafey.." His girlfriend slurred her words on the other end of the phone, sounding completely out of it. "I don't feel good... Make it stop spinning.. c-can't find you.. Rafey..."
"Baby? What did you take and where the hell is Topper!?" Rafe flew up off the couch, pacing back and forth as he ran his hand over his buzz cut out of habit. He was already seeing red, his girl was in trouble and he wasn't there to protect her. Damnit, why the fuck did he agree to letting her go without him!? This is why he doesn't let her go to parties without him. People are fucking irresponsible enough and when you add drugs and alcohol, they become fucking idiots.
"Topper... Dunno... h-he went upstairs with Sarah.. so sleepy, Rafey... J-just gonna take a nap." His girlfriend's words were even more slurred, causing Rafe to panic.
He was out the door in a flash, running to his truck. After jerking the door open and hopping inside, he fumbled trying to get the key in the ignition. "Fuck!" He yelled, hitting the steering wheel before trying again. The engine roared to life and Rafe took off like a bat out of hell, connecting his phone to the Bluetooth.
"Listen to me, baby. I need you to stay awake, yeah. I'm coming for you, just focus on my voice, okay, bunny? I ne-"
Rafe was cut off by the sound of a male's voice and he knew damn well it wasn't Topper's.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Damn, you are really fucked up ain't ya, darlin'. Don't worry I'mma take real good care of you, baby." The male said, making Rafe's blood run cold and then begin to boil. He yelled his girlfriend's name over and over, but got no response. All he heard were her weak calls and begging the guy to get his hands off of her, before the call ended.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Rafe screamed, pounding his fists against the steering wheel.
He had to get to his girlfriend immediately. Shit, he forgot where Topper said the party was at. This could not be happening. Not his girlfriend, anyone but his bunny.
Just as Rafe was about to call Topper, his best friends name popped up on the screen in the middle console of Rafe's truck. Rafe immediately answered it, yelling at Topper.
"You fucking swore you wouldn't let her out of your fucking sight, Top! What the fuck is wrong with you!? Where the fuck are you guys!? I just received the worst fucking call of my life! My girlfriend, your fucking sister, Topper is completely out of it and who the fuck knows what someone slipped her! Wanna hear the worst fucking part!? Some asshole thinks he can take advantage of MY girlfriend! I swear I'm going to fucking kill him!"
"Rafe, look I know, I fucked up and I feel awful. Trust me, man. I've got her, she's with me and Sarah and I'm taking her home. I walked in just in time, that asshole didn't touch her. I-I can't believe I let my baby sister almost get..." Topper couldn't even finish his sentence, feeling the bile threaten to come up.
"I'll deal with you tomorrow. Right now, I need to make sure my girl is okay. I'm on my way to your place." Rafe ended the call, driving as fast as he could towards the Thornton residence.
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Rafe took one big step, putting his face in Topper's. "I don't want to hear your fucking excuses! The one fucking time I trust you to keep her safe when I'm not there, and this shit happens! You're lucky I don't fucking kill you, Top. Like I said, I'll deal with you tomorrow. My girl needs me, not you or my fucking sister."
Rafe pushed past Topper, purposely slamming into his shoulder as he ran up the stairs. Opening his girlfriend's bedroom door, he immediately glared at Sarah, clenching his jaw and balling up his fist. "Out." Was all he said, earning a few sorry's from his sister, which made him scoff.
As soon as Sarah left, Rafe locked the bedroom door behind her. His heart wrenched at the sight of his beautiful angel, seeing her smeared mascara from crying. He immediately walked over to the bed and climbed in beside her, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend and pulling her against his chest.
"I'm so sorry that I wasn't there to protect you, bunny. I promise, this shit will never happen again. Tonight was the first and last time you go to a party without me. I've never been as scared as I was tonight. The thought of you being hurt, and another man putting his grimy hands and shit on you... Fuck, I'm never going to forgive myself. I'm sorry, baby. I love you, you know that right?"
She shifted in his arms, turning to face Rafe. Taking one of her small hands, she placed it on the side of his face, her bloodshot eyes staring into Rafe's ocean blue eyes. A soft smile formed on her perfect plump lips. "Hey, look at me." She spoke softly and Rafe looked into her eyes, leaning into her soft and warm touch. "Don't you dare blame yourself. None of this is your fault. Someone must have slipped something into my drink, but Topper found me in time and forced me to throw up. Rafe, I would never blame you. I know that you love me, and I love you. Don't worry, I never want to go anywhere without you again."
Rafe chuckled, feeling a bit more relieved. He placed a kiss on her forehead, then both her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and finally her lips. It was crazy, how his whole world fit perfectly in his arms. Sure, he had everything and lived in a mansion, but if you asked Rafe Cameron where home was to him, he'd answer with the same answer he'd given the last four years... his girlfriend. All the money, the power, everything that Rafe had, none of it meant anything, not if he didn't have her by his side. She was without a doubt, the calm to his storm, a true angel. She was his, and he would always protect her at all costs.
It goes without saying that as soon as Rafe found out who the guy was that tried to take advantage of his girlfriend, went 'missing' two weeks later. Nobody messes with his girl and gets away with it.
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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)
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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.9 K Warnings: none Prompt: Let's see how Vixen and the boys will fare after the preparations of the prank... This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by lovely @aremuslupinsimp
Chapter 61: Mr. Blue Sky
âShhhh,â Sirius whispered as Remus opened the door. He was holding your sleepy frame by the waist. Remus had been the one to carry you from the tower back to the common room, but he had accidentally stepped on a wobbly step on the stairs and almost face planted along with you a couple of minutes ago.
Thankfully, Sirius had been quick to sit right in front of the two, breaking most of your fall. The fact that Remus had stretched one of his hands to keep himself up had been of huge help, but it had also made them end up in a rather awkward position. Sirius leaning back against the stairs, you on his chest, sandwiched right in between him and Remus, whose hands were one on the steps, and the other around your waist, respectively.
âThey ought to fix that fucking step,â Remus murmured after he cleared his throat.Â
Sirius just smiled. âI donât know, I rather like what itâs done to us,â he retorted. Remus would have probably smacked him if it werenât for the fact that both of his hands were busy maintaining the structure and stability of the position theyâd ended up in. Sirius leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on his temple before he helped him stand back up.Â
He was moving you over to him when Remus held his hand up. âWait, wait,â he whispered. Tentatively leaning on his foot, âshit, noââ he finished while shaking his head. âCan you take her the rest of the way?âÂ
âYou okay?â Sirius asked with a small frown. Your head was leaning on his shoulder and your breath was almost ticklish against his neck, but he was worried about Remus nonetheless.Â
âYeah, just. Probably a sprain or something,â Moony said as he attempted to lean on his foot again and winced. âHurts though.âÂ
âWant me to help you up?âÂ
âPads, youâre strong. But thereâs no way in hell you carry Vixen and a 90-pound werewolf at the same time.âÂ
âBut I have magic,â Sirius said as he pulled his wand out and raised his eyebrows. Remus gave him a look, something between amused and scared and then shook his head.Â
âJust bring her up, itâs not that bad.âÂ
âIf you say so,â Sirius retorted with a shrug, that he later regretted because you groaned in your sleep.Â
âIf you wake her up, Iâll hit you.âÂ
âThatâs domestic abuse!â Sirius complained.Â
âIf anything itâd be animal abuse,â retorted Remus and took a few steps ahead, trying to hide his wince as he stepped on his bad foot. âShe probably slept like shit these past few days.âÂ
Sirius sighed, trying not to think of you alone in that inn, sleeping inside Remâs jumper near the fire because you missed them both terribly so, but had resulted in staying far, for their sake. âI know,â he sighed and pulled you up bridal style as he walked behind Moony, keeping his eye on the boyâs foot to ensure it wouldnât give in under his weight.
Once they got to the door, Remus opened it with a spell as Sirius shushed him since you were still stirring in your sleep. Sirius thought it was kind of a miracle that you hadnât awoken by then since you had rather light sleep, but it was true, youâd had quite a rough day, and he just assumed that was the reason.
Remus pushed on the door and looked inside. âTheyâre not here yet,â he whispered. âYou think they got stuck somewhere? Caught?âÂ
Sirius shook his head. âTheyâre probably hiding because of the ghost looking for them. They wonât be back soon, I think.âÂ
Remus hummed in return, and opened the door fully, allowing Sirius and you to get in. Sirius walked straight towards Remusâ bed and gently dropped you in the middle.Â
âI guess we can just share your bed,â Remus said as he took off his jumper and jeans, to change into his pyjamas. Â
âLike shit,â Sirius said. âWeâre all gonna sleep together.âÂ
âSheâs asleep, we canât just snuggle up to her!âÂ
âLike we havenât done it before?â Sirius asked with narrowed eyes as he stared at Moony.
âThat was different,â Remus said. âYou were a dog, she was a fox. Iâve never cuddled her, only Vix.â
âBecause she turns into Vixen before invading your bed every single timeâŠâ Sirius retorted sarcastically.
Remus sighed, itâs not that he didnât want to cuddle you, heck he had dreamed of sleeping next to you and Sirius for the longest time, but it was as if he wanted you to want it too. He wanted you to ask him to cuddle you, rather than just impose the cuddles while you were asleep.
âWhat if she gets upset over it in the morning, huh?âÂ
âWould you be upset if the two of us jumped into your bed and cuddled you all night?âÂ
âOf course not! But itâs different, sheâs a girl!âÂ
Sirius tried not to laugh, and he had to cover his mouth to stop the snigger from spreading through the entire room. âAre you for real?â
âAnd youâve been dating for longer, I just got here andââÂ
âHey!â Sirius when he noticed Moony was overthinking, leaning closer and placing a hand on his bicep, squeezing gently to get his attention. Moony took a second to focus on the boyâs eyes and Sirius was patient, only speaking again when he was sure Remus was paying attention to him. âWe want you with us,â he reassured. âThe two of usâ -he assented slowly- âweâve wanted you for a while, we just hadnât realised it.âÂ
âSure she wonât mind?â Remus pressed. Sirius smirked, and kneeled on the floor next to the bed, levelling his head to your sleeping frame. âWaitââ Remus said once he realised what he was about to do. âSirius waitââÂ
But it was too late, Sirius had already placed his hand on your face and pulled some of your hair behind your ear âin a rather similar way to the one he had used when you had been in his arms after that dreadful nightâ Remus realised. Remembering just how eager you had been to stay on the bed, with him, not as Vixen, but as yourself. Perhaps you really had cuddled before. He was about to stop Sirius with his newfound reasoning, but the boy was already whispering something to you.Â
âHey Starshine,â he said softly, there was a warm smile spreading across his face. âĂtoile,â he insisted after not getting a response.Â
You open your eyes, sleepily, looking at him and then closing them again. âYeah?â you mumbled.
âDo you mind if Moony and I cuddle up to you?âÂ
âBut we need to get to the room,â you said, voice sleepy, some words dragging closer to the other.Â
Sirius laughed. âWeâre already here, we had to carry you,â he said softly. âYou fell asleep in the middle of the prank.âÂ
âNo, I didnât,â you retorted in a mumble. âYou were taking too long placing the bombs in the tower.âÂ
Remus suppressed a laugh when he noticed the small frown that was etched on the boyâs features. âThatââ Sirius was about to argue but stopped himself. âNever mind⊠so, itâs okay if Rem and I cuddle you?âÂ
You didnât respond, instead, you extended your hand trying to find him and started pulling him towards you. Sirius smiled and pulled Remus, who had already changed towards himself and changed places with him quickly. Thatâs when you managed to get a good hold of his arm and pulled him as strongly as your sleepy self managed to. Remus smiled and helped you by pulling the covers and joining you on the bed. Sirius was smiling as he looked at the two and pulled his jacket off. You looked so cute getting all comfortable with each other that he almost didnât want to go to the bathroom in case he missed anything.
Eventually, Remus had settled on the bed, and you had gotten yourself comfortable on him. Yes, on him. You had half of your body on top of his, much like Vixen did when she cuddled with Remus. âYouâre not Sirius,â you mumbled as you dug your head into the crook of his neck, feeling the comforting smell of chocolate and books. Â
Remus was taken aback by that, all of a sudden he felt like an intruder, and he started squirming under you. âSorry,â he rushed out. âSorry, Iâll call him, waitââ he tried to push you off him.
âNo!â you mumbled and pulled him closer again. âI like that itâs you,â you added, your smile tickling the skin of his neck. âYouâre really good with cuddles.âÂ
Remus sighed, a relieved smile curving the tip of his lips upwards. âYeah?âÂ
âMhm,â you confirmed and accommodated yourself further. âDid I ever tell you that you have really nice hands?â you slurred.Â
âMy hands?â Remus asked as he looked at his palm. âYou hadnât.âÂ
âShould have,â you said and hummed when you felt one gently running through your back.Â
âThought you said you didnât want to take advantage of her while she was sleeping,â Sirius said as he stepped out of the bathroom. Remus had to do a double take when he realised Sirius had walked out completely shirtless, and Sirius upon noticing, smirked and pulled his eyebrows up teasingly. âLike what you see?â Â
âYouâre not sleeping like that,â Remus said as he threw one of his shirts in Siriusâ face.Â
âSuch a wet blanket,â the boy retorted as he put on Remâs shirt. It smelled as great as Remus did, but he wasnât going to let him know that he thought that. In a second he was on the bed as well, opting to lay by your side âtechnically it was the only available bitâ and cuddling up to you, making you end up even closer to Remus than you had been beforeâ if that was even possible.Â
âWait,â Remus said, moving upwards a little and causing you to groan and push him back down.Â
âReeem,â you whined, dragging out the âeâ on his name childishly since you were still asleep. Sirius leaned on his elbows just to look at the sort of face his lover had made, he bit his lips, holding back a smirk when he noticed the slight blush creeping up Remusâ neck. If you saying his name made Remus feel anything close to what it made him feel, then dear Moony, might have just gotten himself in a lot of trouble. But the good kind of trouble.Â
âSorry, Luv,â he said as he leaned his head a little closer to yours. âI mean,â he whispered, now trying to look over you and at Sirius, âwhat if Peter comes? And sees us? Sees me with the two of youâŠâ Â
âWeâll just say itâs a dog thing,â Sirius said with a diverted shrug. And then looked towards the boyâs crotch that same smirk now spreading across his lips. âIf itâs because of a different kind of problem thenââÂ
âOh please,â Remus scoffed.
âJust saying,â Sirius shrugged and allowed himself to lay back on the bed, the smirk on his lips not wavering as he pulled his hands behind his head. âIf she were to move that leg just a little to the rightââÂ
âSirius.âÂ
The boy laughed, he had such a beautiful laugh, it was hard for Remus not to want to laugh along with him. âJust saying, I wouldnât blame you. In fact, I think I could even help you.âÂ
âHelp me? How on earth would you evenââ The words died out in his mouth as he realised what Sirius had meant, his blush becoming even more evident now, not that Sirius was looking at it anymore, he had closed his eyes and had a rather satisfied smile on his face.Â
âI mean, Iâm not sure how it works with boys, but you know I can be very creative,â he added suggestively. âJust the other day, back when you busted in on us, I was doing just that andââ Â
âStop flirting, Iâm tired!â You reprimanded, as you pulled one of your hands, searching for Siriusâ mouth and placing it on top of it.Â
Sirius mumbled something inaudible and it was Remusâ turn to smirk, âYeah Sirius, stop trying to get in my pants, Vixenâs trying to sleep.âÂ
Sirius would have scoffed if your hand hadnât been on top of his mouth. Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to it and killed the lights with a small wave of his wand. You smiled satisfied at his actions and finally took your hand from his mouth, just sliding it down and allowing it to rest below his jaw, your fingers gently playing with the curly strands from the nape of his neck.Â
Sirius smiled and leaned a little closer so your hand had better access to his hair. He wanted to get cuddles from Remus too, but perhaps it was too soon. There was a huge difference between joking about getting on his pants and actually doing it. Especially when he âunlike Remusâ had no experience in that realm. He had never held a cock that wasnât his own. Well, that and Jamesâ but that had been an accident and both of them promised never to talk about it afterwards.Â
Remus really, had not been thinking of that last night. In fact, he was so tired after the day heâd had that he had fallen asleep almost instantly. Unlike Sirius who spent way too much time thinking about how things would go around in a boy x boy relationship. He ended up concluding that heâd have to ask someone about it. Luckily, he knew exactly the right person to ask. And no, he had not gone for the logical answer âRemusâ but instead heâd gone for the second most logical answer, the only other gay person he knew, Tom Harrow. Heâd figured your relationship out already, why not contribute a little further? Besides, Sirius did not want to admit it but he really didnât want to be the inexperienced one in the relationship. He had never been the inexperienced one and he was not about to start now.Â
Regardless of how long it had taken Sirius to fall asleep, he had woken up without an issue, in fact, it was Remus the one that was trying to hide his issue, as you stirred, your leg actually close now.Â
âLittle Witch,â he muttered as he tried to move you a little to the side. Everyone else was asleep. He could hear Siriusâ soft breaths and Peterâs light snoring from the bed opposite. Least they didnât get caught, he thought as he remembered Sir Pendragon chasing after them both with all his might.
Now though, he was the one that might get caught, and while you would have probably been understanding, he was certain he wouldnât live it down if Sirius noticed. Not because he wasnât understanding, but rather because he definitely wouldnât miss the opportunity to tease him. Thankfully, he was kind of asleep. Unfortunately, you werenât all that much.Â
âMorning,â you mumbled with a soft smile as you propped your chin over your hand and looked up at him. You had a clear view of his sharp jawline and the very light stubble growing across his neck. You had never realised before that he had one, he probably shaved every day.Â
He swallowed and adjusted himself to keep your legs as far from his crotch as it was possible ânot that much was possible, not with Sirius still pushing you against him, even as he slept. Heck, heâd swore another Godric-damned person fitted on the space Sirius wasnât occupying. âMorning,â he retorted, the raspy and slightly deeper undertone he had in the morning was as adorable as you remembered.
You yawned, âDid you really carry me all the way from the tower?â You asked.Â
âMhm,â he responded. You turned your head, it was still pretty dark outside, which meant it was either still the middle of the night, or ridiculously early.Â
âItâs 4,â Remus said when he noticed you eyeing the window. You groaned and buried your head on his chest, you grumbled something there too, but it was muffled by his shirt. âYou can stay here all you want,â he offered, getting the gist of the complaining mumbles.Â
âNo, I cannot,â you said as you turned your head. âIâm going to have to fly with Prongs and Puppy.âÂ
âI doubt either of them will want to wake up.âÂ
âBut we have to,â you insisted. âItâll be suspicious if we didnât. Theyâll think we might be behind the prank,â you added as you accommodated yourself. You didnât miss the almost hiss coming from Rem. âSorryâŠâ you said while you turned to him again. âWant me to get off? Iâm not sure what came over me yesterday.âÂ
âNo, donât worry about it,â he said with a smile, still his voice sounded a little strained. âYou were sleepy.âÂ
âYeah butâ Iâve never been sleepy like that. Only that time with the potion you borrowed, Iâd even say it felt like Iâd taken something similar,â you said thoughtfully. âBy Melin! Thatâs it! It must have been the Mooncalf milk!âÂ
âWhat?â He asked with a confused frown. Heâd had dinner with you and he didnât remember any Mooncalf milk in the Great Hall. In fact, he hadnât even seen you drink milk.Â
âYou know how me and the girls had Oreos last night?â you said as you started to draw simple circles over his chest. âWell Lily and Mary were convinced we had to have milk with them, but it was pretty late and I was not about to suggest we sneak out to get some from the kitchen to the sweetest little prefect we haveââÂ
âThought that was me,â Remus teased with an eyebrow raised as he turned his gaze back on you.Â
You smiled, leaned up to him and pressed a quick kiss to his jaw, âIâm sorry, this is Lily Evans weâre talking about.âÂ
âShould I be jealous? I mean sheâs a redheadâŠâÂ
âNah, sheâs taken already,â you replied equally teasingly. He scoffed playfully at that, and after a moment of silence, you knew it was time to continue your tale. âAnyway, I remembered I had a spell for transfiguring water into milk.âÂ
âOh, no! You know how hard it is to transfigure food!âÂ
âItâs not like we were trying to make wine,â you retorted, âjust milk.... The first time it was terrible, it was too sour to even drink, so we tried againââÂ
âAnd?â
âWell, it was good! Lilyâs brilliant at transfig.â Â
âButâŠâÂ
âWell, both Marlene and I agreed that it tasted an awful lot like Mooncalf milk, so maybe there was something off with the spell, I donât know⊠Now that I think about it though, Mary and Marlene were soundly sleeping way faster than they would have on a normal basis,â you yawned, your eyes closing down again. âHow come every time Iâm intoxicated with a potion I end up with you, or thinking about you.âÂ
âWhat do you mean every time? Itâs only been twice. My painkillers and todayâŠâÂ
You shook your head as you yawned, perhaps the sleepiness hadnât worn off entirely. âNo, it was three, you missed the horny potion at the Slug Party.âÂ
âI beg your pardon?â he said, turning to you again. âYouâre telling me you stopped James from drinking a horny potion through those snacks?âÂ
âIâve saved his ass more times than he can count.â You nodded. âI mean imagine if he had gotten a boner in the middle of the party, Lily would have been outraged, it would have been so inappropriate!âÂ
Like the one Remus was trying to hide right then? Would you also consider that one inappropriate?
Remus cleared his throat, âYeah, totally.âÂ
Which is why it was rather unfortunate for him that you caught the nervous tone in which he had answered almost in an instant. You turned to him. âOh, donât tell me youâve gotten one in the middle of a party.âÂ
âI wonât,â he said resolutely.Â
You huffed. âThat kind of just makes me think you have,â you said with a small frown and he chuckled, the rumbling of his chest beneath you making you feel quite at ease.Â
He could have gone on and told you it was kind of hard to control sometimes âlike for example right at that momentâ but you looked way too sleepy for a male anatomy lesson. So instead he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on the crown of your hair. The familiar smell he had yearned for, doing one too many things for him. âShouldnât you start getting up?âÂ
âNo,â you said and clung to him a little more.Â
âWhat about flying?âÂ
You groaned childishly at that, you knew he was right, you knew you had to get up, but it didnât make you want to do it any more than you previously did. Remus was warm and big and comforting, you didnât want to switch it for the bitter cold youâd feel once you were outside flying. Even with warming spells, his cuddles were better.Â
âIâm gonna start thinking you want to get rid of me,â you joked with a pout.
âYouâre the one that mentioned flying in the first place, not me,â he retorted. âFor all I care we stay here and become suspects number one of the prank. I mean, if we all end up in detention together, I win more time with you.âÂ
âUgh, thatâs so mushy!âÂ
âNot my fault you fell in love with the mushy werewolf.âÂ
âIt is,â Sirius mumbled, half awake now. âHappens to you because youâre so handsome.âÂ
You smiled when you noticed Remusâ heart pace increase, even if it was just slightly. And then you heard Peter stir on his bed, remembering he didnât know yet. âDid you guys put a silencing spell around us?â
âNo,â Sirius said with a frown. Rem shook his head.Â
You sighed, âAnd here I thought the werewolf and his best friend would be a lot better at keeping their secrets,â you joked and finally pushed yourself off Remus, the covers sliding almost completely off him as you did, and he was quick as hell when he pulled them back over his mid-drift. But Sirius noticed, to Remusâ later dismay.Â
You were now lying right in between the two, Sirius had been forced to scoot over just a bit as you wiggled for some more space. Your wand was somewhere with your coat, so you grabbed Sirius from the table and cast a silencing spell. You yawned and stretched before you sat up on the bed and rubbed your eyes awake. The window was still pretty dark, and it wasnât helping you become any more resolute to get up, not when your two boyfriends were lying on either side of you, both stupidly cuddleable and warm.Â
âWho cares if we get caught,â Sirius mumbled as he tried to pull you towards him by the waist.Â
âWell I donât want to be cleaning the boysâ bathrooms ever again,â you said as you took hold of his hand, pulling it from your waist, but keeping it wrapped in yours. âThe smell⊠sometimes I have nightmares of that,â you added in an overly exaggerated dramatic tone.
âYeah, sure,â Sirius said as he pulled you by your hand with a lot more strength, causing you to collapse between them again. He leaned to you with a small smile on his face, âNot even if you get all the cuddles in exchange?âÂ
âNot even then,â you retorted with a smile and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. âCome on, at least letâs go there for a few minutes, make sure someone sees us being obnoxious in the air, and then we come back to sleep.âÂ
âYouâre so not going to want to come back after flying,â he said with a pout. He knew you well enough, after practice adrenaline was all over your body, you had never once fallen asleep after, except for that one time you had been drugged.
âCome on,â you said as you leaned over yourself and pressed another short kiss to his lips. âHelp me out.âÂ
Sirius huffed but helped you cross over him to get out of bed. He noticed as you walked to the bathroom, Moonyâs lingering stare and his shifting his hips again.Â
âYou alright there, little Moony?â he asked with a smirk, looking at the bathroom door before turning to Remus.
Remus cleared his throat, âMhm.âÂ
âOh, I wasnât talking to you,â Sirius smirked and nodded towards his loverâs crotch. âSomeone woke first, and it was neither you, nor me.âÂ
Remusâ eyes opened widely when he realised Sirius had figured him out, a sharp, but almost silent intake of breath along with it. Sirius just wiggled his eyebrows, the smile never leaving his face. Remus shut his eyes in a wince and then brought his hands up to cover it. âPlease donât mention it.âÂ
âMention what? Your boner?â Sirius said nonchalantly.
âSirius!â Remus grumbled, his voice muffled by his hands.Â
âIf it makes you feel better, I think she didnât notice,â he added.Â
Remus just kept shaking his head, drowning in his own embarrassment. Why wouldnât it just⊠subdue?Â
âAnd we are going to leave too, so you can take care of it while weâre gone,â Sirius added, the devilish smile on his lips being slapped off by the pillow Remus had thrown at his face. âYouâre very aggressive,â he complained. And Remus huffed in return. When you walked out of the bathroom you already had your flying clothes on. Sirius smiled when he noticed you, until he noticed you were walking towards Jamesâ bed, and not towards him.Â
âOi, Prongs, wake up!â you said as you nudged him with your wand. âThis time Iâll make it rain instead of snow.âÂ
 James groaned about you being a terrible friend and threw you a rather disgruntled look when he opened his eyes. âDo you even know what time we got here?â he asked.Â
âAfter us but before now,â you said with a shrug. âYou can tell me all about it while weâre doing laps.â James shook his head. âProngs, it was especially hard to get out of my bed, it was really fucking warm and comfortableââÂ
âBet,â he retorted with a smirk and teasing eyebrow wiggle. He might have been sleepy, but he was always ready to tease.Â
You rolled your eyes and scoffed, âIâm not gonna beg, Prongs. You either get out of bed and we go flying, or I go flying, and you become suspect number one. You know I can already imagine Maggie asking me where you were in the morning and me having to feign ignorance by telling her you and Pups stood me up.âÂ
âJust him,â Sirius said as he stood from the bed. âIâm ready to go.âÂ
James groaned one more time before he shook the covers off, âI get the feeling this is revenge for the times Iâve woken you early.âÂ
Sirius stood just behind you with a little smirk. âAnd sheâs got all the right to do so,â he said as he thought of all the times James had hauled him out of bed for practice. Especially in year two when he was determined to make it into the quidditch team and forced Sirius to go flying every single day (including weekends).
James threw him an intimidating look, slightly similar to the one you had done back when you had been polyjuiced into him, and it was almost as terrifying as yours. You were certain it would have made anyone backtrack at least a few centimetres, anyone except for the marauders, at leastâŠ
Sirius obviously wasnât fazed. He just retorted the look with a small pout and then pulled out his tongue. James got up in an instant, thinking perhaps that could intimidate him, but neither you nor him moved an inch. On the other hand, you looked down and pointed towards his boxers, âNice undies,â you said with a sneaky smile.Â
James turned his head downward and realised heâd been wearing the ironic, but ridiculously comfortable snitched-patterned boxers Monty had gotten him for Christmas.Â
âBet Lily would love them,â you added just to tease him further and he turned to you with a mortified expression.Â
âIâll go change,â he said and disappeared into the bathroom.
âYou forgot your clothes, loser,â Sirius shouted and picked up some clothes from Jamesâ trunk and threw them his way when he opened the door of the bedroom.Â
âThanks, Padfoot!â he said before he closed the door again.Â
Sirius sighed and walked over to his own trunk, pulling some clothes and shamelessly stripping in the middle of the room. Itâs not that any of the people in there had never seen him only in his underwear âor without itâ but Remus seemed to be rather done with Sirius when he threw his shirt towards his face. You turned to look at Peterâs bed, just to make sure he was still sleeping before you sighed and shook your head. We have to tell him soon, you thought. Your boyfriends were kind of terrible at being discreet.
James was out of the bathroom in a few minutes and the three of you left the room shortly after, you with the cloak, in case anyone saw you walking out of the boyâs common room. Thankfully, as it was with most mornings at 4:30 AM, the Gryffindor Tower Hallways were empty.Â
Once you were in the common room you took off the cloak and placed it and folded neatly before placing it in Steveâs closet. Now that most students knew what awaited them inside, it had become the best place to hide things that you didnât want people to take. Not that you didnât add a small locking charm on the drawer you placed it in for good measure.Â
The three of you walked outside of the common room not without greeting Lady McDougal as if you hadnât seen her since last night.Â
âMorning!â you said with a smile. âHow did you sleep?âÂ
She narrowed her eyes on you. âThere were people coming in and out of the common room with invisibility spells,â she responded in a rather accusatory tone.Â
âOh, what a terrible thing,â you replied with a pout. âAnd the Prefects?âÂ
She scoffed, âOh the Prefects. One of those Slytherin prefects was here slandering all the portraits last night, even Nigellus Black was mad at him, and you know how he is with people from his house!â She said, her tone changing from an accusatory to a higher pitched, gossipy one in almost an instant.
âYeah?â you asked with a smile, leaning closer as if to hear her better. Sirius side-eyed you while James looked genuinely interested âhe hadnât been there.Â
âMhm,â she said with a nod. âHe was calling us old, and loud, and all sorts of nasty things. It was that long-haired boy with the disagreeable face, nothing like our beautiful Sirius.âÂ
Sirius positively beamed at being called beautiful, especially since he had been a âtroublemakerâ just a couple of hours ago.Â
âSnape,â James sneered. He had disliked the boy for a long time, but ever since that time at the Slug Party where he had called Lily a slur (for the second time) his dislike had grown into outright hatred. Not that any of you blamed him for it, Snape really was an asshole most of the time. Even Evan and Barty had something to say for them âand you never in your life, thought youâd be saying something like that.Â
âOh yes, that must be him,â Lady McDougal added. âTerrible I say, he woke every single portrait in the Grand Staircase, some are still trying to regain some of their lost sleep,â she said as she nodded towards an old sailor who was nodding off with a smoke pipe in his mouth.
You shook your head as you stared as if you completely disproved what Snape had done âthe hypocrisy of you being the cause had Sirius biting his tongue not to laugh. âDonât worry Lady McDougal, Iâm sure heâll pay for his transgressions.âÂ
âWell, I believe Nigellus already went to talk to Professor Slughorn about it, heâs definitely going to get detention for it.âÂ
âAs he should,â James said resolutely, and now it was you the one biting your tongue not to laugh.
Afterwards, the three of you bid your goodbyes to her and walked towards the storage unit at the pitch to get some balls for practice. Your hand was still slightly sore from a couple of days ago so James spared you from doing any of your normal keeper training and instead had you speed flying since you had always been so good at it.Â
You had been right, the cold was bitter and it was not nearly as comfortable as cuddling your boyfriends on the bed but it was as exhilarating as it had always been. The sharp wind hitting your face as you cut through the air was like getting recharged. The sleepiness from before dissolving into the very air you were surging through.Â
You did a few laps around the Ravenclaw tower, partly because it was the thickest and partly because you knew the Ravenclaws woke up rather early, so there would be more than one witness that the three of you had been out there doing your daily morning flights. James and Sirius were beating a bludger back and forth and even got shouted at by an older Ravenclaw who seemed rather done with their obnoxiousness.Â
âSorry mate,â James said as he shot the bludger away from their tower, Sirius flew towards it and managed to throw it back towards James that had now moved towards the owlery instead. You smiled and decided to fly that way as well. You had some treats for Reese in your pockets and thought it would be a good idea to surprise him in the morning. James turned to you with a confused gaze as you landed on the sill and climbed over the railing.Â
âVixen?â He asked turning to look at you for a second before turning back to look at the bludger that was rather fast, walking towards his face and beating it away.
âJust gonna feed Reese!â you shouted back, now you were behind the railing, and walking inside the small tower.Â
You already knew Reeseâ spot, so you walked straight towards it and pulled out some treats from your pocket. You had to pull your wand out first, and thatâs when you heard a loud shriek. A large white owl, opened its wings and plummeted towards you. Luckily you were quick enough to get out of the way. The owl crashed onto the ground and spun until he managed to get up. Reeseâs food had ended up on the floor and a few other owls had now flown to pick it up, but the white owl seemed angry, he was looking at you as he continued to cry, now opening his wings in a rather threatening manner, although he wasnât flying towards you.Â
âHey,â you said with a conciliating tone. You werenât particularly good with animals, but you had never been bad either. You remembered Solacis (who was really interested in owls) had once mentioned a bad fall could badly hurt them, and you were scared that your getting out of the way âeven if it was to protect yourselfâ would end up hurting the owl. âHey,â you repeated, âItâs okay. Do you want some food? Is that it?â you asked as you pulled some food from your pockets.Â
The owl leaned closer, and you thought he was a lot calmer until he bit your finger in the most vicious bite you had ever gotten from an owl. âOi!â you complained as you tried to shake him off, but he seemed relentless. âPlease! I mean no harm,â you repeated. Your hand was trembling as you tried to pry him off with the other, but he was using his feet to try and claw at you. Thankfully your protection equipment was thick enough.Â
Thatâs when you noticed whose owl it was. You faltered, as you stared at it. He bit deeper and you allowed him without complaining anymore. âIâm sorry,â you said then, knowing why he had gotten so viciously mad at you. You probably would have too. You closed your eyes and tried to place some images into the small owl head with some inverted legilimency. The same you had used on Arkalis Rosier.Â
The owl looked at you confused, his bite finally softening.Â
âDesmaius!â James said a bolt of light left his wand.Â
âNo wait!â you said, but the spell had already hit the owl, and she had fallen, knocked out on the floor. The rest of the owls seemed to be genuinely offended at Jamesâ actions and were now all altered and flying straight towards him. Some were pulling at his hair, making it even messier than normal while others were straight-up clawing at him. He was batting his arms all around himself as he tried to pry them off. The only owls not getting involved were Reese and the Potterâs owl. Even Lilyâs owl seemed to be angry at James, but he was just screeching from his spot.Â
You sighed, picked up the white owl in your hands and ran towards James as a small owl clawed at his eyebrow. You grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him out, the owls following the two of you. âWe need to get out!â you shouted as you handed him his broom and crossed over the railing, white owl still in your hands.Â
The owls were just behind, still screeching and following James. âQuick, on your broom, Prongs!â you shouted, and he did as told. You mounted yours right after him and held tight with one hand as you tried to steady the other owl on the other.Â
âWhy are you bringing that beast with you?â he asked. Your finger was still bleeding from its bite. The blood made the injury seem a lot worse than it actually was. Especially since you had wiped some of it on your hand. Â
âBecause heâs not bad!â you retorted as the two of you started to fly away, the owls seemed rather insistent on following the two of you.Â
Sirius, who was soaring just behind a tower, smiled when he spotted you, âHey guys, why are youââ he started, and then he noticed the angry flock of birds flying behind the two with determination. He gasped and quickly caught up.Â
âWhat the hell did you do to the owls?â He shouted as he managed to catch up with you.Â
âHe stunned one of them,â you replied.Â
âWhat the fuck, Prongs?âÂ
âHe was biting her!â He retorted in defence, the three of you picking up the pace as the owls shrieked behind you. The same Ravenclaw dude opened his window to tell you off but shut it immediately when he noticed the angry owls chasing behind you.Â
âI had it under control,â you retorted. âFollow me,â you added before Sirius could complain and then took a sharp turn, straight towards the forest, you thought perhaps you could lose them there. The two boys did as told. You shut your eyes and tried to concentrate on those half-transfigurations as you entered the forest. A few owls left before even flying inside the forest, and you managed to lose the rest of them after a few minutes. When you were sure they werenât following, you slowed down the pace and landed.Â
The three of you were panting, Siriusâ hair was a mess of unruly curls, Jamesâ face was badly gashed and your hand was still bleeding.Â
âYou should have left that beast there!â he said with a frown, which caused him to wince shortly after.Â
âSheâs hurt!âÂ
âIs that the one that bit her?â Sirius asked as he noticed his red-stained beak.Â
âYES!â James added, exasperated.
âHe had a good reason,â you retorted. Both boys looked at you like you were insane. âIââ you breathed, âI have her masterâs wand,â you finished.Â
âNinaâs owl,â James said, almost in a whisper.Â
You nodded. âShe hasnât seen Nina in days, sheâs probably scared and lost, and then she saw me wielding her wand, she must have thought Iââ you sighed, âShe must have thought I took it from her, by force.â
Sirius gave you an apprehensive look. Â
âHer name is Nieve,â you added. âNina got her as a birthday present last year, she asked me how to say Snow in different languages, and picked the Spanish one. Besides, I think she hurt herself when she tried to attack me and clashed on the floor. It must be her wing.âÂ
Sirius wished he was surprised that you took the owl even after it bit you, but it was something you would do. âYouâll bring her back to your room?â James asked.
âI think so,â you retorted, thinking if you could get help for it. Taking Nieve to Kettleburn didnât seem like the best idea, but bothering Pomfrey with an owl didnât seem too wise either. Not when she would care more about your bitten finger and Jamesâ cheek. âSirius, could I have your handkerchief?â you asked.Â
He handed it over and you quickly wrapped it around your finger. You walked out of the forest and towards the Gryffindor tower. Some of the portraits âthe ones that werenât asleepâ threw you some judging looks. And by the time you were in front of Lady McDougal, they were already whispering amongst themselves. And it was probably because the three of you looked like an absolute mess.Â
âMy goodness, did you three fight with Pixies while you were out flying?âÂ
âJust owls,â you said as you motioned towards Nieve, still knocked out in your hands.Â
She pouted at you, âPassword?â
James answered this time around and the three of you were allowed inside the common room. Lily was already awake, and working on some homework with Remus when she spotted you.Â
âWhat the hell?â She asked, approaching you, looking at Siriusâ blood-stained handkerchief and then at James. âJamie,â she said reproachingly and placed both hands around his face. James leaned down a little bit, clearly basking on her attention. Remus was up and next to the two of you in seconds, only lagging by a small limp that you barely noticed. Â
âWhat the hell happened to you?âÂ
âWe got chased by owls,â you explained with a shrug. Remus stared at the white owl still in your hands. âWeâre fine though.âÂ
âThat does not look fine,â Rem said. You opened your mouth to speak. âIf you dare say âIâve had worseâ I will pour Firewhiskey down your gash,â He threatened.Â
Sirius smiled at that, took the owl from your hands and created a small pillow nest for him in the middle of the table.Â
While he was busy with that, Lily had already sat James down on the sofa and was standing between his legs. She cleaned her wound with some water and cotton, that you had no idea where sheâd gotten. All the while Remus was carefully unwrapping Siriusâ handkerchief from your finger. The blood had dried a little and now it was kind of stuck and dry.Â
He hissed when he actually saw your wound. âBloody hell he might as well have bitten your finger off!âÂ
âShe,â you corrected.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âIt was Nieve,â you added as you nodded to the owl. Sirius had already gotten a small bowl with ice-cold water and handed it over for Remus to dip your finger inside of it.Â
Remus scoffed, and after your hand was cleaned, he pulled his wand out and pointed at the gush. âThis might hurt a little,â he warned and then whispered something. You winced but didnât make a sound. Your finger was like new in a matter of seconds, not even a scar. âYouâll explain to me why you brought the owl that bit you while we have breakfast,â he said matter of factly.Â
âSo bossy,â you complained as you curled your finger.Â
âHey, Vix!â James called as he turned his face to yours, you stopped looking at your finger and turned to him. âLily wants to cure me, but donât you think Iâd look cool with a scar?âÂ
âYouâd look ridiculous,â Lily retorted, almost exasperated.Â
âI wouldnât! Vix thinks Moonyâs scars are cool!âÂ
You smirked. âOh, they are,â you said reassuringly. âBut not everyoneâs as handsome as Moony, Iâm afraid you canât pull off the scar look.âÂ
âOi!â he complained. âThis one looks cool, though!â He added as he pointed at his face.
âYouâre absolutely ridiculous, I canât believe weâre dating,â Lily said exasperatedly and pointed her wand at Jamesâ face. âReady?âÂ
âYeah,â James said with a bit of a pout and got cured by Evans who decided to leave just the faintest of it uncured so he could get an almost invisible scar since she knew James would probably be proud and boastful about it anyway. âThank you, my heroine,â he said and pursed his lips to get a kiss.Â
âWhatâs this, kiss the nurse?â she asked, diverted.Â
âMhm, to make me feel better. Didnât you say muggles did that?âÂ
You smiled, âYeah, I remember she did.âÂ
âDonât you want me to feel better, huh?â James asked with another pout, earning an eye roll, and then a short kiss from Lily. Sirius cheered while Remus whistled.Â
âYouâre ridiculously childish,â she huffed, looking at the three, including at you who stared at her while you wiggled your eyebrows.
âBut you love that about me,â Prongs retorted with a satisfied smile.Â
âCome on, letâs get you something to eat,â she said as she pulled him off his seat, and the two of them walked towards the exit.Â
âIâll be expecting that get well soon kiss as well,â you said with a teasing smile as you picked Nieve in your hands, you werenât sure how you were going to help her, but you were not going to leave her all alone in the common room where she could panic and bite someone else.Â
Sirius looked at the empty common room and then at Remus with a knowing look, Remus seemed to understand what he meant perfectly. A second later they were both leaning towards you and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek at the same time. But rather than pulling apart, they both lingered near your neck.
âHow is that for a get well soon kiss?â Sirius whispered.
You bit your cheeks in order to keep a smile from spreading. âI donât know Iââ Â
Remus had pressed another kiss, but this time just behind your ear, and it was not an innocent peck, he was almost sucking, it made your knees weak.
âYou were saying,â Sirius smiled as he kissed the middle of your neck, the spot he already knew made you moan. You felt your knees wanting to buckle underneath you.Â
âYou coming or what?â James asked as he popped his head back inside. âOh,â he said when he spotted both Remus and Siriusâ heads buried in your neck, âI guess you might be.â Your eyes shot open as you gasped in disbelief, James snickered. âJust donât do it in front of the kids,â he added as he nodded towards Nieve.Â
Sirius pointed his wand at James and his head disappeared before sparks flew his way.
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YOU NEED TO MAKE MORE DAD!SUKUNAđ Itâs just soo good!!!, Iâm literally obsessed with Dad!sukunađ«¶đ»
lol hereâs a little snippet to start the day, in other words I had a domestic dream đ„șđ€
Jujutsu Teacher Sukuna AU
Somewhere in another time line Sukuna became a not so dedicated teacher at Jujutsu high school still after having turned himself into a curse, even 1000 years he landed a spot on the higher upâs board it hilarious when they try to execute someone and he completely disagrees.
They learned quickly is Sukuna disapproves of their actions agree with arrimen Sukuna. Donât go behind his back and try to do it either. Heâs not afraid to kill everyone and replace the entire board of Higher Ups
Then one year he met you, you came in from the sister school to be teacher. Usually he tried not to mess with staff they only last so long anyways. But maybe it was that time he saw you banging your head in the drink machine because you used your last bills to buy a drink and it got stuck. Or maybe it was that time Gojo and Toji surprisingly decided to team up against you and you managed to hold your own.
It was when YOU started to pursUE HIM he became really intrigued. At first he became annoyed because not to far behind the corner he could hear the snickering and âOh sheâs really doing it!â âSheâs a brave woman to try and flirt with himâŠâ âWhat are you idiots do- oh, this could be interesting.â âshhh, I canât hear what heâs saying!â
You didnât notice when he flicked his wrist, but you did hear your coworkers panic and the rushed steps. Looking back confused you were more confused when you looked back at Sukuna and he was leaning forward getting face to face with you before squishing your face in one of his hands. âYou do understand you proud Jujutsu Sorcerers donât live very long, so give me one good reason you want my attention.â
You wanted to badly to look away from those demanding red eyes, to pull away and breath the God given air, instead here you were getting dazed off his musk and cologne. Feeling his warm hand squish your face, nails lightly pressing against your skin. Smash- swallowing you had one chance to do this right. Donât stutter, donât fear, breath, donât rush, donât show him WEAKNESS.
âI J- ahemâ ah.. I messed up already, âWait let me restart- Okay Iâm ready, Iâm not gonna stand here and promise happiness smiles and endless love, praise and worship. Iâm not gonna lie to your face and tell you everything you want to hear and pretend itâs all sunshine and rainbows. When I go on a mission Iâm not gonna say I promise to always come back that would be a fools move. But at least in my last moments Iâd have to privilege to remember you and all those wise words you used to tell me like. âDumbass thatâs why you keep more than two dollars in your wallet.â Or âLiving to please others and dying with regrets if no helping everyone is vain, Live to please yourself at least in your final moments youâll have some sense of fulfillment.â So like it or not Iâm here to please myself if you say No and tell me to fuck off and send me on my way. I wonât regret having asking. If you say yes, well I wonât lie I wouldnât really know what to do or say I came in expected to be rejected and humbled.â Finally your eyes left his, you were oblivious to stare he had. He wasnât completely amused but he wasnât bored of your words either. âLook at me.â You did, âyou didnât bore me entirely with your little ⊠speech so Iâll give you one opportunity. Sunday, I have an early mission, meet me here at 4 in the morning and Iâll tell you with me. After I finish you can have the rest of my day or until I get bored.â
He didnât get bored⊠it turned out you amused him so much more when you werenât surrounded be suits.
And thatâs how you ended up here.
âYuji donât say something stupid love canât protect anyone.â Nobara rolled her eyes, âYuh huh, your words canât hurt me because my mom and dadâs love protects me.â He puffed his chest out crossing his arms and smiling with closed eyes, missing the book Nobara was throwing at him. A solid sound was made, Yuji was wide eyed, the all to familiar wrist holding the heavy book just in front of his face, âCareful Miss.Kugisaki itâd be a shame if you caught extra missions for disabling another student from completing his own.â Yuji smiled proudly, âSee, protected.â
Sukuna rolled his eyes, âGet to class Fushiguro was on your ass last time for being late to class.â He nodded his head at Yuji who just smiled sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, âAlright.â Of course the Trio ran past you greeting you with âHi Mrs.Sukuna!â Good morning Mom!â âMorning Y/n Senpai.â You watched them all keep running until your husband stood next to you offering you the Coffee Cup he had been drinking. You were distracted by one thing âWhy do you have our photo album?â Sukuna felt his eye twitch, âDamn brat.â Was all he mumbled tucking it under his shoulder, âYour son believes your love protects him.â
You laughed, âOUR son believes OUR love for him protects him. Considering your holding that book Im assuming Kugisaki tried to throw it at him or you were reminiscing on that time you had to save them from a Special Grade ambush and when you had to carry them all out Yuji was sniffling how he knew he could count on you to be there for him.â
He looked away, âHigher ups are lucky I only wiped out half of them.â You rested your head on his shoulder pulling the album from him. âAaww this is Yujiâs baby albumâ you cooed seeing the picture of Sukuna holding Yuji next to a bouquet of âItâs a Boy!â Balloons. In the background you could see the blur of Geto smacking Gojo on the back of the head.
Sukuna is secure as a man and father đ„č
So itâs not a surprise to you when you come home late from the school and find true form Sukuna threatening to break the sofa under his weight coddling 15yo Yuji đ„č
As much of a brute people have him to be, Yuji might be his only son, and he might call him brat and roll his eyes a lot. But heâd be damned if he were truly a bad dad. In a whispered conversation he told you about everything that happened on Yujiâs mission. How the mission was purposely miss graded and they basically walked into a special grade curses domain. Sukuna had no doubt in his mind that if wouldnât have been the one over seeing their mission the first years wouldnât have walked back out alive.
Yuji was alright the entire ride but when he got home he broke down crying, speechless gasping for air. Thatâs when Sukuna pick him up carrying him over the sofa, coddling Yuji wasnât as easy now that they were almost the same height, so he turned to his true form. And let Yuji cry, scream and hold onto him. Rubbing his back, holding his head against his shoulder, just talking to him to comfort him. âDo you remember that time we went to the park, and you wondered off to far chasing a duck.â Yuji nodded still sniffling, âYour mom was scared shitless when she couldnât find you.â He laughed and Yuji laughed lightly, ây.. yeah I remember I jumped into the pond and then you and mom started screaming and then jumped inâŠâ sukuna laughed louder, âY/n was so mad but she couldnât stay mad when she saw you with that little duck.â He patted Yujiâs back resting his chin on his head. Soon Yuji fell asleep.
It led you to find him this state. You asked him to go lay him in his bed, he did. He came to help you make some comfort food, it was hilarious when you asked if he could use dismantle on vegetables and it turned out he could. Now over the table in the wall is a sign that says âMalevolent Kitchen.â
The house that night was filled with the soft sounds of cooking, you and your husband talking about whatever came to mind. The Golden pot boiling with whatever broth you made. Sukuna was fighting the rice cooker while you tempura fried some shrimp and rolled some noodles to cook
It was well past 9 when you heard Yuji coming, both of you turning to see him walking yawning and rubbing his eyes. Bare feet padding along the kitchen floor. âCome sit down Yu you gotta be hungry.â you fixed him a large bowl of noodles with Tempura shrimp. On the side were the massive Onigiri Sukuna had made, he even tried to use the nori stamp to put little faces on them. More often than not they have 4 little crooked eyes that looked mad but it squeezed your heart how he laughed to himself saying âYujiâs going to love these.â
He did, you watched as he bit into it rice sticking to his face. âThese are good dad what did you fill them with?â âNitamago we forgot to pack em for lunch so.. improvise I guess.â You both sat down with Yuji talking and eating. Just enjoying the free time you had together before Sukuna would go commit another crime against the higher ups đ€đ€
Yeah đ„č
Im here 10-1 in the morning đ€ It took all day to type this out đđ
Also a lot of my co workers walked out today đ„č it was rough
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