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seawitch62 · 2 years ago

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Warning:- Story contains suggestive smut, smut? Mastrubation mentioned as well as cyber sex.

Word count 1058.

18+

◇Stress Relief◇

☆I wanna touch on you

You see me in my room

Wish you were here right now

All of the things I'd do

I wanna get freaky on camera

I love when we get freaky on camera☆ (Doja Cat).

Another day, another dollar. Funny how things change. The job interview for instance, the awkwardness, fumbling through, hoping the impression left was good if not adequate. The phone call, "the job is yours", never believing the good fortune as being the chosen one. The first weeks learning and adapting to all that the job entails. Meeting 'the boss' he seemed presentable and polite if not cool and aloof, well I'm there to work not start romantic entanglements. Sure he is a handsome guy, sexy even, but he knows it. Demanding and obnoxious one moment staring at you the next as if this is your first meeting. You never know which Lee Junho you will encounter.

The condescending looks can cut, stubborn! Stubborn as a mule! It's a job! The pay is good as are the benefits, so dealing with the boss, that's just part and parcel. Some days though…the knock off time can not come faster enough.

Yes, well yes, there were fantasies in the beginning, well he is an attractive man, and in her own defense this was before she knew him.

Stress relief she calls it otherwise known as mastrubation. Reminiscing about those thoughts, they were creative and imaginative, and fulfilling. That had to stop! That Tuesday? No Monday? No, it was a Tuesday! When he caught her staring at him, her thoughts were x-rated, the quizzical and detached look he returned, hit like a wave. Can he read minds?

No of course not! With his self absorption she figured he would soon lose whatever interest he had in her at the moment.

"Is something wrong?" Junho asked at her desk, "what? Hmm no!" "You were staring! Thought I spilt something on myself I could not see!" "No you are fine"

Grinning "thank you".

Ego much! Damn man!

So after that encounter no more fantasies about the boss!.

♤

Emotional involvements! Who needs them! They always lead to disaster. Thinking about past encounters they were either too clingy or had a roving eye she muses. Deciding to take herself out of the game, it's a lonely existence. Adult websites? Maybe?

Adultfriendfinder, was a blessing, suited the needs and requirements of the moment. Yes the site is filled with creeps and perverts, but hell that goes with the territory. Recalling the night she first had communique from 'Iwillmakeuscream'. Disappointment first reaction another chauvinistic perv! His message was not what she expected, it was interesting, she was intrigued, so she replied.

That was the beginning of a mutually satisfying friendship, well of sorts.

They both wanted the same thing, fun! Without the chains of a partners strangulation hold.

Privacy was paramount, they agreed to keep their identities hidden, adding to the excitement.

Never knowing who you are sharing all these delicious moments with that in itself is an aphrodisiac. Eventually they moved passed the site to the app.

He is kinky enough to be adventurous without being creepy. His words seductive, and let's face it with cyber sex or some call it internet sex communication is and imagination are the upmost important factors. This guy..

Well he has them in spades.

Many, many, many nights nestled in bed with thoughts of him.

Photos, well dick photos are not amongst my prized possessions she giggles, but I do have an extensive collection of 'Iwillmakeuscream' body parts, and what nice body parts they are! Taking the photos and sharing, a turn on. Intimacy without intimacy. His scenarios and suggestions exotic and kinky and fun, most of all stress relieving.

■

Great! The boss is on one today!

"Do you think this is what I asked?" "Go back to your desk and redo it" blah blah blah.

That man is either hot or cold.

He has been surprisingly pleasant lately, "now we have to work late" he states.

Great! There goes tonight's stress relief. "Will this day ever end".

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Days and nights roll by, Junho ever the demanding boss requiring perfection or very close to it. The illusion of once believing I was the chosen one, faded now the others who interviewed and did not place, now they are the lucky ones.

Looking at him, remembering the fantasies, what the hell was I thinking?

Cold, aloof, ice in his veins, the man is an ice cube.

"Yes I'm paying attention" , replying sweetly.

"Good I'm not going to repeat myself!".

Grouch, he would make an excellent Grinch laughing to herself at her own thoughts.

"Repeat what I just said"

Looking at him whilst repeating him word for word.

The only reward that is given is cool stern stare.

On the other hand nights spent tapping away on the keyboard chatting with 'Iwillmakeuscream' rewarding, relaxing, inhibitions be damned. The unknown is intoxicating.

Tonight though he hinted we should meetup.

Meetup! What happened to privacy? Keeping it simple? Free of emotional pitfalls?

Meeting up in a hotel, no doubt it would be orgasmatic.

Blindfolds his kink. Not sure about us both stumbling around a hotel room blindfolded.

Can't deny the intrigue is consuming finally seeing the face of so much stress relief is fascinating to say the least.

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Standing outside the Hilton hotel, building the gumption to walk through the revolving doors.

How did I get here? What am I doing here?

Cravings of the body weaken the will.

I mean it's not like we are in a relationship just two adults looking for adult fun, no strings attached.

It will be awkward at first seeing someone who knows so much about you, someone who has seen parts of you that normally are hidden from view, someone who has never seen your face nor heard your voice or even knows your name.

A thrilling sexual game.

Time to meet my stress relief cohort face to face.

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Room 242, this is it. Final check, straighten clothes, apply lipstick, run fingers through hair and then one final flick of the mane.

Knock knock knock.

The door opens the man smiling, slowly his smile fades away as recognition hits.

"You!"

Standing in the doorway, Lee Junho, also known as the boss.

"You, OMG".

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itstheoneshot · 3 years ago

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Unlucky Thirteen

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Summary: Your anniversary is supposed to be special, celebrating many years of love shared, memories made, but this year is proving to be a little more difficult.

Word Count: 2.8k

Pairing: Lee Junho x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Restraints, Choking, Unprotected Sex.

Thirteen years. Thirteen years to this very day, since you met the man you eventually married three years later. Thirteen years since you met and fell head over heels with your now husband, Lee Junho.

You had spent the day packing, organising the last pieces that needed to be, for your trip away to celebrate this milestone. Junho, of course, had not. As usual, he was holed up in his home-studio, working on new music, wanting to get, in his words, just one song done, before your joint week abroad.

You weren’t mad…

Okay, maybe you were a little mad.

Or a lot.

Yeah, okay… you were very mad.

Junho had woken up before you, and he had locked the office door shut, not coming out for the entire day. At this point, you had all but decided that he had completely forgotten about your anniversary, or that he had remembered, and simply didn’t care.

It is hard to rationalise with yourself, you know that you are not flying out until tomorrow, but you had hoped that Junho would have wanted to spend the day with you still. You have the suitcases lined up by the front door, ready to wheel out to the taxi when it arrives tomorrow morning. The house is clean, a house-sitter has been organised to come stay tomorrow and look after the cats, and you are ready to relax now.

———

“Yeobo,” You sigh, resting your head against the studio door as you knock gently, “Are you almost done?”

It has come and passed dinner time, you had managed to find some leftover noodles in the refrigerator for yourself to eat, though Junho still had not left the studio. You can hear him, although the room is soundproof, the muffled noise escaping through the gap between the floor and the door.

You hear nothing in response, though a moment later you jump back as the door that you were leaning on opens. Your husband stands in front of you, looking both frustrated and dishevelled, his shirt unbuttoned halfway, his hair a little messy, and your head spins as you try to remember what you were waiting for.

“Baby,” He sighs, “I’m so busy.”

Try as you might, you can’t help the pitiful whine that leaves your lips, tilting your head back to try and compose yourself. You know that he hates your whinging, but you truly have not got the energy to hold it in anymore.

“You’ve been in there all day,” You mumble, “Is it really that important?”

Junho grits his teeth, and you question whether your tone was a little brattier than you had meant it to be. He takes a second to reply to you, raising his brow as he looks at you with narrowed eyes.

“You know not to interrupt me,” He murmurs, “And you know that my work is important.”

Your heart drops, the tone of his voice is dark, frustrated, you have only heard it like this a handful of times before. You try your hardest, always, to be on your best behaviour, only acting out when you are extra needy, and clearly that is exactly where you are at right now.

“I’m sorry, oppa,” You reply in your sweetest aegyo, knowing full well how much Junho hates when you try to get out of trouble by being cute, “But aren’t I important too?”

Junho steps forward, and you instinctively step back, trying to get away. Your back hits the wall behind you, and you watch fearfully as your husband takes another step towards you. You realise quickly, that you should not have pushed it, that you should have taken him seriously, and as his gaze darkens, he makes you feel so small in front of him.

“Of course you are,” He replies, “But I promised Chan I’d have this song done today.”

You are silent now, as you stare up at him in front of you, too nervous to say another word. You know him well enough though, to know that you have to reply, so you muster up all of your courage to speak.

“I’m sorry,” You apologise again, “You can go back and finish if you need, I don’t mind.”

It is a lie. You do mind, you don’t want to spend the rest of the evening waiting for him to leave the office, only to come to bed and fall asleep straight away, like you know that he would.

“I won’t be doing that,” He shakes his head, “You’ve distracted me, baby, I can’t work anymore.”

Guilt washes over you, and you worry about the outcome of this. Junho is a perfectionist, more than any man you know, and a delay in his work is never a good thing for him. You are in trouble, and there is no way you are getting out of this now.

“What do you need me to do?” You stutter, flinching as he lifts his arm up, placing his hand flat against the wall next to your head, “I’ll do anything, yeobo, you know I will.”

He smirks at you, and you know that you are done for. Though you are not shy to admit to yourself that you wanted him like this, you love it when he gets mad at you, when he is pent up, frustrated, and you are his source of release.

“Oh, I know,” He smiles at you, “You’ll be good to me tonight, you always are.”

Straight to the point as usual, you are more than ready for what Junho has in store for you. He never disappoints, especially if you have infuriated him beforehand. You try to maintain eye contact, but you look down momentarily, to see his hand on his belt buckle, and you gulp as you lift your gaze again, to see that his eyes are darker than they were before.

His movements are quick, too fast for your brain to comprehend as with one hand he grabs your wrists and holds them together, and the other unhooks and rips out his belt from the loops. You can’t say no, or protest, you only watch on as he easily wraps the leather around your wrists, pulling it back through the buckle to tie it together.

“Yeobo,” You whimper, “Please…”

Junho laughs, shaking his head at you, before tugging you closer to him, and away from the wall. You have to be quick on your feet to keep up with his much larger strides, and you have no choice but to obey him, as he leads you up the stairs towards your bedroom.

“It’s too late for that, sweetheart,” He murmurs, opening the bedroom door, “You don’t get to try and pretend that you don’t want this.”

You stifle a scream as he pushes you backwards onto the mattress. With your hands tied in front of you, you are unable to support your fall, landing flat on your back, you are reminded again that you are at his complete mercy. Though he is right of course, you want this, you love being his target, having his full attention, no matter what that means for you.

Transfixed, you watch as he effortlessly unbuttons his shirt, allowing the material to fall off his shoulders, and down his arms to the floor. You admire his body, desperately trying to use your core strength to sit yourself up, reaching out to touch him. Junho laughs at you again, though he takes your wrists, unbuckling the belt to free you.

You try to pull him closer, but with a stern look from your husband, you stop yourself, and remain still as he pulls your sweater up over your head, leaving your top half exposed. Of course, you should have known that he would not free you for long, as he guides you further up the bed, only to pin your wrists together against the metal bedhead, looping the belt through once more to secure you.

Junho leans down to kiss you softly, chuckling as you whine, tugging on your restraints as you try to free yourself. The way that his bare skin feels on yours is electric, your head is spinning and he has not even really touched you yet.

“Are you gonna tell me what you want, baby?” He asks you, his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, but he moves back before you can react at all.

You don’t hide the confused look on your face, but the pieces come together for you in your head, and you realise that you had not made a request, you had not told Junho why you had interrupted him from his music.

The brat in you is insatiable, unable to stop yourself, you close your eyes, smiling as you shake your head. He is going to have to force the words out of you, as you would never willingly admit that all you wanted was his attention, not a chance.

Once again, you can only watch, as he trails his fingers down your neck, your chest, your stomach to the elastic waistband of the leggings you are wearing. You writhe under his touch as he kisses where his fingers have been, paying close attention to your breasts, massaging one while his mouth works the other, teasing your nipple between his teeth before swapping to give the other the same treatment.

You hate that you can’t touch him, desperately wrapping your legs around his, pulling him as close to you as he will allow. Your wrists hurt from pulling on the belt, but you don’t stop trying, earning whines and pleas for freedom as Junho further undresses you. You can see that he is hard, too, and he is not afraid to show it, the button of his slacks undone from the pressure, as he works to tug your leggings down and off you.

“Baby,” He murmurs, fingers gently pressed to your core, though your panties are in the way, “You need to tell me… I can’t help you unless you tell me.”

You want to resist some more, but his touch, his closeness, it is too much, it is always too much. You are not strong enough, you can’t help yourself anymore, you will give in, any second now, you are going to give in.

“Daddy, please,” You whine, watching his eyes light up as he stares at you, “I need you. I need you to fuck me, it hurts…”

Junho smiles at you, as his fingers hook into the elastic waistband of your panties, you allow him to tear them from you, only slightly ashamed as you see your arousal stringing from the fabric when he throws it away.

“Oh, sweet baby,” He coos, his tone so condescending, as he moves to pull his own pants down, “You need Daddy’s help, huh?”

You hate the way that his words make you even needier, it is pathetic, the way that you nod enthusiastically, your legs kicking impatiently as you wait for him to join you again. You admire the man that you married, his perfect body, defined abs, and that fucking v-line that leads directly to the… part that you want the most.

“Daddy’s so hard,” You observe, your words a little slurred as you stare at him, mentally preparing for what you know he will give you, “Please fuck me, I promise I’ll be good.”

Junho positions himself between your legs, as you willingly oblige him, spreading yourself further in hopes that he will not resist for long. Though he does not do as you hoped, leaning back as he wraps one hand around his cock, the other moving to touch you, dripping wet and throbbing already.

He enters you slowly, with only his middle finger, your back arching for more instantly. Your wrists ache from the way that you pull on them, watching your husband touch himself as he touches you is pure torture. One finger moves to two without warning, and your eyes flutter shut at the feeling.

“More, more, please,” You beg, “I need you. Daddy, come on… don’t tease me...”

You swear that you could cry, although he makes you feel good, you want more, you need the stretch that his cock gives you when he fills you up. Junho exaggerates his moans, guttural and deep as he strokes himself, as his thumb presses to your clit and his fingers curl inside you, it is bliss, but it is not enough.

Junho mimics you, closing his eyes and smiling sweetly as he shakes his head, his fingers work a little harder, faster, it leaves you breathless. Your words are caught in your throat, you want to beg, but all sense is gone, you are defeated, broken, and you know that it is nowhere near over.

You know that you are close, and you are sure that Junho feels it too, as he loosens his grip on his cock, to focus solely on you. He leans forward, close enough for you to feel his breath on your lips, but just too far for you to be able to reach him. You can’t help the tears that form in your eyes, as pleasure overwhelms you, and your orgasm rips through your body.

“Fuck!” You cry, as Junho continues at the same speed and rhythm, despite the overstimulation he is causing, “Enough, Daddy, I wanna touch you, please!”

Your desperation is met with his own, as he pulls his fingers out, and moves to thrust straight into you instead. You were not ready, although you are dripping wet, the stretch still stings as Junho gives you no reprieve. His moans are low and breathy, the intensity is so high, as he takes from you like you deserve.

You open your eyes again, as Junho presses his forehead to yours, and you cannot stop him as he wraps his pretty hand around your neck. The gentle press of his fingertips into the sides has you swimming, vision blurry as you only watch on.

It is in moments like this that you are reminded that in the bedroom you are nothing but a toy for him, to use and play with however he desires. It is always rough, sometimes more than others, but you like it best that way. You like feeling his fingernails as they dig into your skin. You love feeling your cervix bruise with every thrust harder into you. It drives you fucking crazy, being everything that he wants, as he fills every one of your desires too.

You lose track of time, cock-drunk as your husband fucks you, though you know that you are close, and you are certain that Junho can feel it too. The way that your body clenches has Junho moaning louder, leaning in to kiss you as he gains in on his peak. You can’t control yourself anymore, but your husband doesn’t deny you either, helping you over the edge with eager thrusts.

Your words are surely incomprehensible, barely able to make out his name as you moan into his mouth, arms aching as you still try desperately to free yourself. Though Junho finally does exactly that, releasing his grip around your throat to instead reach up and unhook the belt buckle, the leather falling down behind the bed as your arms collapse on the mattress.

You are exhausted, as Junho finally releases, your body aches, but the feeling of him inside you makes it all so worth it. His praises, the way that he stares down at you as his movements slow, make it all so worth it.

“I love you,” Junho murmurs, “Happy anniversary, baby.”

It takes a moment for your head to clear enough to process, and when it does, your jaw drops. The expression must have been obvious, as Junho bursts into laughter, earning yet another stare from you.

“You didn’t think I had forgotten, really?” He asks, “Ya! I would never forget the best day of my life… or our vacation planned.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, leaning up to kiss Junho sweetly, before he pulls away only to reach over your head to take your hands in his. Your wrists are red, raw, and painful, and you laugh as you think about what you can wear to cover them as they heal.

Junho massages your wrists softly, making sure that the pain is not too bad for you, and that you are fine, which you reassure him of. You forget completely that you were even upset at him in the first place, as once more you are reminded that you are the centre of his universe, just as he is of yours.

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writeformesinpie · 3 years ago

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Steel Rain

Junho x Fem!Reader

Word Count -

Genre - Smut, Mafia AU

Summary -

It’s 3am and someone’s in your garage. Armed with a baseball bat, you find yourself in a situation you weren’t expecting.

Warnings -

18+, swearing, sexy roleplay ;)

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The tapping is faint but it’s enough to wake you from your sleep. It continues for a few moments before the deafening silence of early morning returns. The clock shines bright. Despair oozes from its numbers and makes you want to throw the smooth white alarm clock across the room. 3:37am.

Turning over, your back faces the nasty numbers that tick down to the sludge of yet another grueling day. Cradling your body pillow, you close your eyes and try to fall back asleep. The silence throbs inside your brain until you slam your fist against the bed. Sleep has escaped you now, you’re wide awake.

It was probably just one of the cats and even though you know this, something gnaws at the back of your mind, the emptiness of the Sferra cotton sheets beside you producing uncertainty that floods your thoughts.

Sighing, you roll out of bed and head to the kitchen in search of painkillers and a large glass of water but before you can get there, you notice a flickering light coming from the back of the house where it connects to the garage. Biting your lip you open the cupboard in the hall and pull out the bat stashed there for emergencies. Junho always says you worry too much but the world can be a bad place… which is why you have conveniently placed weapons in every room that you can get to in a pinch.

Creeping up on your tiptoes, bat raised and ready to strike, you sneak up to the door and look in through the small square window. It’s dark aside from what you assume is a flashlight skimming the room. The light points towards the window and you jump back, your body stiff against the wall as you pray whoever’s in there didn’t see you.

Waiting to see if someone jumps out from behind the door, your heart pulsating through your eardrums, your fingernails dig into the wooden bat in your hands. When two minutes go by, your hunched shoulders relax back down.

They didn’t see you. Edging forward, this time you duck under the window and swing around to the other side of the door, taking a quick look through the glass. Inside you see a figure looming over Junho’s sleek sports car. They are staring at the car so, grasping the opportunity while their attention is elsewhere, you inch the doorknob open, careful not to make a sound. Once you hear the quiet tick of the door's lock being released, you slam the door open and run inside screaming as you swing the bat towards the intruder.

As you bring the bat down, something catches your eye. The car. Is that blood on the fender? The intruder ducks and steps out to the side, grabbing the bat in one hand. He uses the other to twist your arm painfully behind your back and push you firm against the wall, the rough feeling of the blue concrete scraping across your skin.

“Don’t move or I’ll break every bone in your body.” The familiar voice is husky and brittle, his words tickling the space between the back of your ear and neck.

“What the hell Junho? It’s me!”

“Aren’t we playing?” He chuckles as he loosens his grip, still pinning you up against the wall, his cold clothes starting to dampen your own. “I thought I was the robber about to take advantage of the helpless housewife.”

“I thought you were actually breaking in!” You push against him with full force but he doesn't move. Instead he holds you in place, his hands now snaking over your short pajamas, the sheer material leaving little up to the imagination.

“Let’s pretend I was,” he says, his lips brushing up against your neck as his hands pull at the gauze-like fabric. The slick feeling of his damp suit and his naughty hands exploring your body causes a shudder to spiral up your spine.

“Why are you wet?”

“I was washing the car.”

“At three in the morning?”

“It has to be done some time.” He pulls up your shirt while his other hand digs down into your pants, his fingers find your clit with great haste, eliciting a surprised yelp from you. Cold concrete and wet clothes. Shivering against him, his wet shirt clinging to his forearms, you realize something.

“Why are you washing the car in your suit?”

“I’m dressing for the job I want,” he whispers in your ear, his fingers making circles against your clit. “Not the job I have.”

“What are you even saying?” The breathy words vibrate off your ribcage as you lean back into him, heat starting to stave off the cold. His teeth dance along your neck, edging towards your collar bone. Heat builds both across your face and from your pussy as he massages your glossy cunt. The feeling of his body snug against yours overpowers the nagging feeling that you are being distracted. The feeling that he doesn’t want you to know what he’s up to all but dissipates as his fingers make tight circles against your clit.

The rhythm of his strokes picks up, the pressure deepening as he nibbles on your earlobe. Your breaths turn into pants and you reach back, grabbing his hair to pull him forward. He tuts, pulling himself back all while pushing you tighter against the wall, his cock pressing hard against your ass and you want him bad. You want him now and you don’t care what the hell he was doing as long as he does you first.

“Inside,” you murmur against the wall, your eyes half closed. “Take me Junho. Fuck me raw.”

“Does your husband know what a freak you are?” For a moment you are confused until the fog of pleasure shifts aside enough for you to remember. The robber. He’s playing one of his games. No, one of your games. “Does he know what his slutty wife is getting up to under his own roof?”

“If he was here he’d probably fuck you too.” The words are gritty and coarse as you pull your pants down, your face still pinned against the wall so you can’t see him. No doubt to make it more real. He is an intruder, after all. “Or kill you so you better fuck me quick before he wakes up.”

“Oh, I plan to Mrs. Lee. I plan to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

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kcake555 · 18 days ago

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Lee Junho cake 🍰

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jaesincorrectquotes · 2 years ago

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𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙟𝙖 𝙫𝙪?

|| GIF by: @viktorhargreeves

|| Parings: Ben Hargreeves x Reader

|| Version: Sparrow

|| Setting: Set during the time they fight the guardian

|| Series, Oneshot, Blurb, Incorrect

|| Author's Note: I just rewatched THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY. And I am falling for Ben Hargreeves once more.

|| Announcement: I will be doing a Q&A! So, just slip into my ask box and ask me stuff!

|| Next Post: lee junho x attorney!reader

|| Story below the cut

|| Warnings: None

|| Type: Idk if it could be counted as angst, mostly fluffy

|| Story below the cut

"Do you get deja vu?" You look to your side to see Ben. "What?" He rolls his eyes as he repeats "Do you get deja vu when I'm with you?" You just look at him and ask "Why are you asking that?" He looked away "Tsk. Never mind." You rolled your eyes at him "Babe. Honestly." He just sighed saying "Fine. Its just that, in your timeline you were also with your Ben. And in this timeline your with me. And as far as some people say, we look alike. And-" You cut him off and said "No. I dont get deja vu. You may look like him, sound like him, smile like him. But you are different from him. Sure your arrogant, annoying, and a major dickhead but thats what I love about you." He just smiled and said "Thats good. I'm better than him anyways."

|| Author's Note: Thats was so effing short. But I hope you guys enjoyed this. Please do not reblog without my permission. If any of you readers notice a fic that is written like this please tell me. Please follow and like. And give your honest criticism in the comments or dm me. Thank you very much! - Jae

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k-imagine-s · 4 years ago

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You bit your fingernails in mindlessness and anticipation. Junho was doing a photoshoot with another model today and, needless to say, you were made a little uncomfortable by it. Not the most shy but also not the most confident, you worried needlessly about the subtle touches that would occur, the gazes for camera’s sake, and the closeness of the two. It made you antsy.

Finding you curled up on the couch nearly asleep when he returned late to your shared apartment, Junho sighed lovingly as he watched your face light up upon seeing him. “Hi,” he said simply, setting his things down before falling on top of you in a hug, “I missed you.”

Breathing in the familiar smell of his clothes, you exhaled with your eyes closed against his shoulder. The two of you fell back on the couch and giggled a little. “You’re heavy,” you teased as he yawned in your ear.

“That’s not very nice,” he chided sleepily, wrapping his arms around your waist. Seemingly about to fall asleep, Junho mumbled a goodnight before snuggling in further to your side.

Trying to prevent yourself from asking the question that was eating at your mind, you began biting your fingernails again. The incessant picking at them made Junho open his eyes in concern.

“OK, what’s up?” he inquired, sitting up enough to loom over you. He pulled your hand away from your mouth, telling you to ‘stop that’.

Your hand fell into your lap as you resigned yourself to him. “Was the other model-”

Junho’s large hand clamped over your mouth to hush you. Nose brushing yours, he stared into your eyes in such an adoring way that you felt a blush heating up your cheeks. “It doesn’t matter how many times you doubt yourself,” he said, “because I’m not looking at anyone else. I’m looking at you.”

Relaxing into the kiss he gave you, the tense in your shoulders ceased as his arms strengthened around you. He was warm and safe and made you feel special, like you deserved to be. The two of you ended up being too exhausted to get up, falling asleep tangled up as usual.

(Requested by anon)

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rose-likesto-write · 2 years ago

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Autumn Leaves...

Pairing: Lee Junho x Fem reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, maybe suggestive?

AU!: Rival to lovers trope; Supritendent of police, forensic psychologist

Warning (s): swears, mentions of murder, serial killer, victims

Rating: T

Word Count: 976

A/N: Hey, everyone.. I am back after a long break, things didnt go my way and we're tough but now it's better because of God's grace. ase, it's a small request to kindly give your feedback. It means alot ❤️

Sorry for grammatical mistakes and dramatic ending.. 😭

Summary:

"Now, I realised that as much as most of us call fairy tales as overrated and exaggerated versions but somewhere and somehow even we wish to have for own selves, for us to remember and for us to tell.. It happened with me as well but by the time I started hoping for one, I didn't realise that it might not be the type of ending I wished but I still didn't wanna give up"

"Wow, Mr Lee that's an amazing write up and I can't wait for the book to be published and read it but please, excuse my curiosity but there is more to it right? As in it feels this is actually from your own perspective like from your life experience or something?"

"Ofcourse, it is dear Lia but wait for the right time though."

Chapter-2 HE IS HERE..

‘CHAOS!’ ‘FRETFUL’ ‘STRESS!’ and numerous words like these fail to describe the current situation that was prevalent not only in the country but in the departments that joined hands to understand and solve the crime. It was as if the serial killer knew each and every move and is three steps forward,

“What the fuck is going on?” Junho said in frustration as he threw the set papers in his hand towards the wall. “Junho, you can’t just throw papers like this! I know you are frustrated and so we are.” Taecyeon said with a sympathetic look.

“You aren’t understanding the gravity of the situation! The victims are rising and so is the cruelty. I am worried what if the next victims are—

“Junho! I mean Mr Lee and Mr Ok, here is the report.” You rushed to his side with the thick folders and gave it to him before leaving. “How many times have I told you not to run with these thick folders?” Junho said with a stern look before taking the said folders and started going through it.

Taecyeon scoffed and texted Jennie.

Me: How long will they take?

Jen: Guess?

Me: I don’t know? Days, weeks, months, years, centuries or even millennials

Jen: Or they won't ever confess. Don’t worry

Me: Yeah, take care

Jen: You too :)

He closed his phone and saw him making notes. “Found something valuable? “ He said and sat next to him. “The reports have given great detail about the gruesome killings.” Junho said and turned his attention to Taecyeon.

“You remember, the initial conversation we had with the Chief? We spoke about backgrounds, abandoned areas?” Taecyeon nodded. “Well from the recent documents and evidence that were found, most of the victims are directly related to the killer in some way. Though, this sounds crazy especially how evidence has been gathered or possibly if the killer is deliberately leaving his evidence to find him, but why?”

“Because we are next on his target list.” Dr Kim said as he came with the Chief in their room. “Sir!” They stood up and saluted the Chief and greeted the doctor.

“Dr Kim is right” the chief sighed before continuing, “The two victims through which we thought we were able to get a hold of that monster, what happened? Another victim was killed horrifically and was not related to all others. So, that your attention could be diverted and from the rough sketches that were drawn and witnesses were called, most of them said that the accused knew the victim somehow the other way. It's not just a gruesome and gory play but it has some connection with the accused as well."

Later that night:

You and Jennie were going back after a hard and tiring day. “This case is too gory and scary.” Jennie said as she took a sip from juice. “Can’t agree more. It is literally so scary that I have become paranoid at this point.” You too walked closely keeping an eye out even though the general public was there but who would take a risk.

There were times when you felt someone’s presence but when you turned around, no one was there.

Rushing through your apartment’s door and closing it, a sigh of relief came out from both of your mouths.

“Lets get changed fast, then we can watch some shows while having some fried rice and the side dishes.” Jennie said to which you nodded

Everything was going well and you were about to fall asleep when the lights went off. “Why now?” You whined. “Don’t worry it will come in a minute or so” Jennie said but sadly, that minute turned into 15 minutes.

“Yes, thank you” Jennie sighed as she ended the call. “What happened?” You asked

“They are checking for the issue and the generator will start in a m-

A loud sound was heard as if someone broke the glass, making you both scream. “Jen-sh-” and another glass breaking sound was heard followed by bangings on the main door.

Tears were flowing down both of your faces. “D-do you think, its him?”

You frantically called the first number.

“P-please p-p-pick up!”

“Hello?”

“H-he is here. I think. P-

Before you could say anything the call ended and within a few seconds police sirens were heard and the bangings stopped and some rustling was heard outside.

“Y/N!!!” Junho screamed as he broke your apartment’s door followed by Taecyeon and other police officers and the lights came back.

“B-baby” He kneeled down as he took you in his arms, rubbing your back softly. “D-don’t worry baby, I am here” He whispered softly. After sometime, when you calmed down a bit, you snuggled your face in his chest and your grip on his shirt tightened.

“P-please don’t l-leave m- “Never, angel”

“Sir, we found this paper crumbled and this pin” San said he brought the evidence.

Both you and Jennie looked at the pin before you both turned pale. “Y/N, this is the p-pin that you lost!!” Jennie lost her balance and Taecyeon helped her.

“What does that paper say?” Junho growled. San’s hand shivered when he read it

“I was planning to meet you, my princess Y/N and your friend. You are too beautiful and i hope you remember this article. See ya next time”

“You are coming with me” Junho said as he stood up with you in his arms.

“I-I won’t go with you” You said as you tried to go from his arms.

“ARE YOU CRAZY?”

“He is after me and I don’t wanna go with you all. I can’t risk your saf-

“Risk safety? Are you insane??’

“I am insane enough because I love you Lee Junho. Please, I can’t risk losing you or any of you. I can’t lose more people.” You fell on the floor crying. “Its all over!!”

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moonvyx · 3 years ago

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years ago

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Yours Again

Pairing: Junho x Reader

Warning: Cheating, Smut, Some Angst?

Word Count: 2.5k

@biaswreckingfics I hope you enjoyyyyy

Junho barely notices the constant vibration of his ringing phone that's laying beside him. He was distracted by the scent radiating beneath his nose. His arm was tightly wrapped tightly around his new girlfriend, Joy. The smile on his face as they cuddle and watch a movie could not be erased. There's nothing that could happen in this moment, maybe in this life to ruin how he feels, the overwhelming feeling of being utterly and truly happy. There was nothing, absolutely nothing that could turn off what he felt.

"What time is it?" Joy asks, turning her head to look at him.

"Um." He pauses, picking up his phone, clicking the home button to turn the screen on. "11:47pm." He responds, noticing a missed call from a number he didn't recognize. He unlocks his phone and clicks on the voicemail notification, before putting in his password.

With the phone to his ear, all he can hear is the sound of breathing with the sound of pouring rain in the background, before a soft voice that he hadn't heard in the longest time whispered through the speaker.

"Junho, it's me. It's Y/N." You say. His heart drops. His mouth is dry as a lump forms in his throat. "I need you. I need to see you. I miss you." You say before ending the call.

Junho's hand is sweating, he can't control the shaking as the automated voice on his phone speaks.

Press One to save this message

Press Two to delete this message.

Junho looks at the dial pad, anger and confusion now flowing through his body. His thumb hovers over the number he's going to press, without a second to waste he presses it, listening to the automated voice again.

This message has been erased.

"Everything okay?" Joy asks, looking back up at Junho, her smile bright. It makes Junho feel at ease, his worries disappear when she looks at him.

"Never better." He smiles. He puts his hand back on her, wrapping around her shoulders before placing a small kiss on her head. He sits there with this wonderful woman, a woman that's made him the happiest he's been in a while, so why does he feel as though he's made the wrong decision deleting that message?

A few days later Junho is waiting in line at his favorite coffee shop, the place he goes whenever he's early for work and has the time to get his morning energy boost before heading to his office.

"Next customer." The woman behind the counter calls, prompting Junho to go forward and order. He places his order and pays, moving to the side to stand off to wait for his drink. Pulling out his phone he scrolls through his Facebook, hoping something interesting would pop up.

As he's lost in the world of Facebook, he feels a tap on his shoulder. Putting his phone away, he spins around and he sees you. His eyes widen as he tries to process the fact that you are here, you are standing there in front of him and he feels like he can't breathe.

You look amazing, your smile, your body, you're glowing, everything about you is radiating and for a minute he forgets he's supposed to have forgotten about you. He forgets that he was supposed to not love you, he's supposed to be mad at you. For a minute, for just a second he forgets about Joy, and the life he has now where he's so unbelievably happy

"Hey stranger." You smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I called you."

"I know." Junho says, shrugging his shoulders. "I deleted it." He tries to remain calm but his voice shakes as he tries to take a subtle deep breath.

"I thought we were or could maybe try to be friends." You say, with a small laugh. "I know it's been a while. But like I said. I miss you." You awkwardly laugh.

He could tell through your eyes that his words hurt you, but you hurt him more when you couldn't choose him.

He laughs. "Maybe we could have been friends, had you tried to explain yourself or something. Anything, Y/N. But you didn't. I was told you cheated on me, I confronted you and you said nothing." He finishes, avoiding eye contact.

"Coffee for Y/N." A woman calls out. You smile widely at Junho before grabbing your coffee.

"You left me, Junho, remember that. But call me sometime. We can meet up and talk. You never gave me a chance to explain things to you." You say. You can see Junho's hard exterior towards you begin to soften, which led you to do what you did next. You stretched up on your tiptoes and placed a small kiss too close to his lips to be an accident. You give him one more smile before walking out the door, while Junho's heart beats almost out of his chest.

You stuck in his mind as he stood there waiting for his name to be called. How dare you? Who did you think you were? Why now? Why would you do this when he was actually happy. He spent so many nights agonizing about you, wondering about you. He hated to admit it, but he was curious about why you were trying to come back into his life now.

He tried to get you out of his brain on the entire walk to work.

He sat at his desk at work and thought about you all day. His mind really should have been on Joy, or atleast work but he couldn't help but wonder about what you were up to, and why now? That was the one he wanted answered the most. Why now?

Almost two years later, you decide to come back into his life? He hated that you were doing this, but he couldn't deny how deeply and madly in love with you he still was.

You had thought he would move on, in fact you knew he would but there was a part of you that hoped he wouldn't have moved on, that he would have waited for you. You knew it was selfish, you absolutely knew that it was. But Junho was who you wanted, he was who you were meant to be with. It might have taken you a little longer to figure it out, but now that you had, you wanted him.

That night you laid in your bed, your finger hovering over the send button as you read your text over for the thousandth time. With a knot in your stomach and a deep breath, you press send.

[11:36pm] Do you have a girlfriend?

You toss your phone to the side, squeezing your eyes closed tight as your heart beats out of your chest. You were never this nervous around him before but now, he gave you butterflies.

You woke up in the morning barely remembering the text you had sent the night before. You rolled over, shoving your head in your pillow as you prepared yourself for his response - if there even was one. If he didn't reply, you understood why, but you wouldn't lie, it would hurt you a little.

With your head still in your pillow, you reached your hand over to the side of your bed, blinding feeling around for your phone. Your fingers feel it, your stomach tightens as you slide it over to you, rolling onto your back while keeping your eyes shut. You open one eye, peaking as you turn the screen on.. and there's nothing. You have notifications from every other app on your phone but text notifications? Nothing. Your stomach drops, you knew he got it, it said he read it but no reply. Maybe he really didn't want you in his life, maybe you really did ruin your one chance at love when you let him leave you.

And that was something you had to live with.

The next day you sat at your desk, typing up a report on your computer when you heard the loud vibration from your cell phone which was placed on your desk. You quietly apologize at all your coworkers who are now staring at you, before opening your messages.

Your heart beats faster. It's from Junho.

[1:45 pm] Junho: Yes, I do.

You smile. You're happy for him.

Sorta.

[1:47pm] You: I'm happy for you.

[1:49pm] Junho: are you?

[1:51pm] You: of course I am. I want you to have everything you've ever wanted. Can we please meet? I need to talk to you.

[1:57pm] Junho: Meet me at the bar at 8pm.You know the one.

And with that, your heart fluttered, this was a step in the right direction.

That night you sat at the bar, your short dress on as you waited for Junho to show up. You were sipping on your cocktail, your eyes darting to the door everytime you hear the bell Ding. You hope it's him but it hasn't been. You look at your phone reading 8:08pm and your heart sinks. He was never usually late, maybe this meant he wasn't coming. You wanted to plead your side to him, the fact that you never cheated but two years ago you were in a weird place in your life and honestly thought he deserved more than what you were giving him, so you didn't deny it. In your head it was the easiest way out for the both of you.

But damn have you ever regretted it everyday since. Junho was one of the good ones and you wanted him back, desperately.

The bell dings again, you look over and see Junho walking your way, wearing all black, his button up shirt tightly clinging to him with a few buttons popped open. His hair was messy but looked so good.

"Hey." You smile as he walks up to you.

"Hey." He smiles back. "Let's get a table in the back. More privacy." He suggests.

You stand up, walking in front of him to the back of the bar, slightly swaying your ass because you just know he's going to watch you walk away from him. You can hear a small groan from behind you, immediately spreading a smile on your face as you get to the table and sit down. You both order a drink and sit in silence for a few minutes as you wait, neither of you wanting to talk first.

"So.." he starts off.

"I never cheated on you. I can't believe you even questioned me on that, especially when Jun. K was the one to say that. Do you not realize how fucked up he was at that time? You shouldn't have believed anything he said."

"Why didn't you deny it? Why did you let me believe that you did that to me?" He asks.

"Because.. I didn't feel like I was good enough for you. I was insecure, I felt needy and I felt like you deserved better. So I didn't say anything, I thought it was an easier way out, I guess." You admit.

"But that wasn't just your choice to make, Y/N. We were a team. You should have talked to me and we could have worked things out. But you just let me believe that." He sighs.

"I know and I've regretted it ever since. I took time to work on myself, I've got a great job and friends and family. But I haven't been able to find anyone quite like you. I miss you Junho." You whisper.

"Y/N.." He pauses as you reach your hand over and place it on top of his.

"I miss your smile, your smell, your hugs, kisses, touches, I miss the way you fucked me so good." You groan, your pussy beginning to throb. "We were so good together.."

"We were." He whispers. "I just.." he sighs.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom." You say. You look at him as you stand up, your eyes meeting. You give him a wink before you nod your head in the direction of the bathroom before walking off. You wondered if he would get the hint.

As you slowly walk back down the hallway from the bathroom, disappointment washes over you. Just before you reach the opening of the bar, a hand wraps around your wrist, and yanks you around, crashing your back into the wall.

"Why are you doing this to me?" He growls, his breath is hot on your ear, his hands moving up and down your body as his face rests in the crook of your neck. "I fucking miss you." He groans. "Do you even know how fucking hard you still make me?" He moans. He hikes your dress up before turning you against the wall. He unbuckles his belt, pulling down his pants just enough to let his cock spring free, pushing it between your legs, rubbing your lips and making you moan.

"Ugh." He groans, his hands pressed against the wall.

He pulls away from you, guiding you quickly to the bathroom, where he pushes you against the door, forcing your legs open. He sucks two fingers before sliding them inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out.

You let out a muffled moan, causing him to pull his fingers from inside you. He lines himself up, shoving his cock inside you, stretching you out. You missed this, you missed him and feeling his slide against your walls as he hits the perfect spot every time.

His hand slides across your mouth, making sure you're quiet. He pushes his weight against you more, as he thrusts himself inside of you, grunting as you squeeze your pussy around him.

"I've missed your pussy." He shudders, as he pounds himself into you. "Rub your clit." He demands. You move your hand between you and the door, just barely being able to slide it down between your legs. You shiver the moment your fingertips touch the sensitive bud, pleasure coursing through your body. You knew it wasn't going to take you long to orgasm, you've never had anyone like him since the two of you split.

"You better cum." He grunts as someone begins knocking on the door. That just amplifies everything, your orgasm coming quicker as Junho violently thrusts into you, yearning for his own release.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He grunts, letting his load release inside of you, just as your orgasm washes over you, making your knees buckle as you try to keep it together. Junho pulls out of you, panting from behind you as he buckles his belt up while you adjust your dress.

"So what now?" You ask, turning around to face him.

"Now I go home and have a very uncomfortable conversation. I'm sorry Y/N.. for putting you in the middle of this. I need to talk to Joy and confess and end things. I should have done that first." Junho sighs.

"Call me when you're ready." You smile, planting a small kiss on his lips.

You pull the door open and walk out of there, feeling satisfied but guilty as well. You knew he should have ended things first but you couldn't help it. You missed him, you wanted him, and you couldn't wait until he was yours again.

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writeformesinpie · 3 years ago

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Almost

Junho x Fem!Reader

Word Count - 1.9k

Genre - Angst w/ Happy Ending

Summary -

It’s been years since you’ve seen Junho. The last time was the night he abandoned you, a night so horrible he had to move to a different country just to escape you. This was the last place you expected to see him. Why is he back now and why is he smiling at you like that?

Warnings -

Swearing, suggestive content, a breakup but maybe a makeup too

A/N -

This is for the 500 follower event from this request.

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This can’t be happening. How is he here of all places? Not only is he meant to be in another country but a baby shower is the last place you would expect to see Junho. He's not the expecting daddy. Not that that mattered, not anymore - you had burned his memory from your skin, that one night together forgotten.

But, why was he here? At one of your best friends' baby shower? He had to know you would be here. Also why hadn’t she warned you? Her husband had been good friends with him back in college but hadn’t Junho abandoned all his friends, just like how he had abandoned you?

No, you refuse to think about that now. It’s your friend's day and you refuse to ruin it for her with old drama. You can do this - you can get through the next hour or so without making a scene.

Most of the guests are here now, bringing gifts and smiles for the expectant couple. While you don’t mind being on present duty (accepting and rearranging the gifts so they all fit isn’t a difficult job in itself), you are forced to greet every person that comes in, including Junho, your one-time lover. Or, you guess, almost lover.

You never did go all the way before he disappeared… maybe things would have been different if you had. Days later you found out that he had left the country, flying out to only God knows where to study abroad like some big shot. Screw him.

It’s not a difficult job to sit and smile and make notes of who got what so the hopeful parents can send nice thank you cards that will be thrown out or lost in a weeks time, but that look of joy on his face as he walks up to the gift area holding a large box in his hands is enough to give you hope and hope is not what you need right now.

His arms are empty of another person but that doesn't mean he’s single and why do you care? He hurt you. He left right when you put your feelings out on the table and he crushed what little trust you had in men completely. He destroyed your future possibilities. He left you heartbroken and yet here he is, a huge grin on his face as if no time has passed.

“It’s been a long time.” He slinks up to the table, holding up the yellow and blue gift-wrapped box with a quirk of his brow. “Where should I put this?”

“In the trash and why don’t you join it?”

“What?” His eyes furrow as he eases back and forth from one foot to the other.

“I’ll take it, just go inside.”

“Did I do something to upset you?”

“Nothing so important to remember I guess.” The gull of this guy. As he starts to open his mouth you hold up a hand. “Let’s not. This is neither the time nor the place. “

“Of course,” he says, a curt smile on his lips as he hands you the present before walking further into the house. It’s for the best. It’s over and you shouldn’t dwell on the past. You already wasted too many hours on 'what if’s' and 'why me’s'. You refuse to do it again. Holding your chin up, you smile at the couple walking in.

The presents have all been opened and accounted for (even Junho’s extravagant, glittery baby mobile with mystical tunes) and the cake is being served, many people gobbling it down and making their excuses to leave. The air is starting to circulate again, the space widening as more guests start to head out one by one.

Not him though. He’s still here, watching from the other side of the room and digging into the cake, the blue frosting icing his lips before his tongue scoops it up, swallowing it alongside the rest. His plate never seems to empty even though you know for a fact that he hasn’t gone back for more. Why won’t he leave?

“You should go home. You have been on your feet for hours,” you friend says, rubbing her belly.

“I don’t want to leave the mess for you to clean up.”

“Don’t worry. There are still plenty of people here to help. Go, go. Be free and enjoy the rest of your night.” She winks and you’re about to say something else when you overhear her husband telling Junho to leave and you know it’s best to make a fast escape.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

She nods and waves and you scurry to the closet to grab your purse. Clutching at the soft material, you turn and run straight into Junho. His arms stretch out against the opposite sides of the door frame, cornering you within. You take a step back but there isn’t much room and you stumble over the cluster of shoes scattered across the floor. Dropping to the ground, your bag glides across the wood. This is just terrific.

He bends over, extending a hand, and although your first reaction is to slap it away, you take it and he pulls you up. His fingers entwine with yours for a moment before he pulls you into his embrace. Fire pools in your gut as your hips rub up against his, poised close enough to feel his breath against your lips.

“What do you want?”

“Wait for me outside.”

“I’m good, thanks.”

“I’m asking nicely. We could always have the conversation here if you like,” he says, the edge of his mouth twitching up at the corner. “I thought you might prefer not to ruin such an important day-”

“Whatever. Fine. Just move and I’ll wait for you outside.” You push against him but a trail of warmth twists upwards from your hand, the heat almost unbearable as he grabs your arm.

“Don’t run off again.”

You blink a few times and push against his chest hard enough that he shifts one of his feet, stepping behind the other to keep his balance before you hiss, “Me?”

“Not here.” He winks and backs up, giving you room to leave before hesitating for a moment, his eyes furrowed, his lips pulling down into a frown before he walks back towards the living room. What is he playing at now?

Shaking your head, you grab your bag and head out the door. Strolling down the driveway on your way to the street. Your car is a few houses down. Kicking the unfortunate pebble in your path, your fists clench tight while you decide if you should just hop in your car and drive away. Is it wrong to ignore his request? If you leave now you’ll never see him again but isn’t that a good thing?

Still pondering the question, you crush the button three times, the beeping of the car doors unlocking echoing six times before you decide you don’t care what he has to say. Hesitating for a moment, you think of that look on his face before opening the door and sliding behind the steering wheel, ignoring the tight feeling in your chest as you turn the key in the ignition and put it into drive. Fuck him. Let him suffer.

Right as you start to pull from the curb, a figure jumps out in front of your car, forcing you to slam your foot onto the brakes. Your heart beat thumps against your chest, vibrating in your eardrums. His arms are spread out across the hood, his shoulders raising and lowering rapidly; he ran here from the house to stop you. His eyes capture yours - his hooded expression, the hurt in them, catches you off guard. Your body is unable to react in time as he swings around the car, opens the door and jumps into the passenger side seat.

“What the hell?” He leans over, turning off the engine and pocketing the key. “You couldn’t even wait five minutes? I understand not waiting five years, but not even five minutes?”

“What are you going on about?”

“You know, I thought about you a lot while I was away.”

“I seriously doubt that,” you mutter and roll your eyes.

“I did. I missed you.”

“Then you shouldn’t have left,” you say folding your arms over your chest.

“Are you serious?” His laugh is as bitter as the leftover coffee you drank this morning in your rush to get over here. “You told me leave.”

“I told you to leave?”

“You don’t remember?” He frowns, his hand jutting out to circle your head, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” you say, wobbling your head back and forth with each word, your chin up in defiance. “I believe you were the one who disappeared without a word's notice. It was quite insulting waking up the morning after what I thought had been a magical night to find you gone. Then to find out that you had left the goddamn country, well, that was a mighty blow to the ego. Just another man who couldn’t get what he wanted from a girl and went on to find an easier catch.”

“Wow.” His scrunched up face thins out into a smile before his head flops back and a hardy laugh escapes his lips. “Babe, babe. You mean to tell me that I left you without a word?”

“Yes asshole, and don’t call me that.”

“You know, I felt that connection too. That night meant a lot to me. I never regretted it. I mean sure, I wanted to fuck your brains out, I still do. But I never regretted that night.”

“Then why did you leave?"

“You told me to.”

“I swear to God-”

“Me too. I swear. You said that you couldn’t wait for me, that you wouldn’t wait while I was overseas with school. I even suggested that we try it long distance but you wouldn’t budge. You told me to leave before it became too painful, before we really got hurt. You pushed me away.”

“I didn’t.” Although now that he said it, it did sound like something you would have said.

“We had a few drinks but I didn’t realize you were that drunk or I wouldn’t have listened. I should have tried harder. I shouldn’t have used any excuse to run but if I’m being completely honest right now, I might have been a little scared of how I was feeling. I wasn’t ready and I took the easy way out. I fucked up.” He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his lips close to yours. “But I never stopped thinking about you. Giving up on you is the only regret I have.”

“But I-”

The words suspend midair as his lips close the distance, soft lingering kisses that quickly turn deep and hungry as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. Was it all a misunderstanding?

“Forgive me.” He pulls you close, ignoring the arm rest dividing you, his hands as hungry as his tongue that litters kisses across your neck and throat. “Give me another chance.”

And you think you will.

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