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natsaffection · 9 months ago

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heyyy so i have this idea and i think no one can write it like you so yeah.

forced marriage between Natasha and reader in the present time. they both don't like each other because of this situation yk but with time they come around each other.

i know this is a really classic one but I've been thinking about this for a long time and sending a request to you seemed like a good idea considering your beautiful writing. but of course it's okay if you don't want to write it! hope you're having a good day!!! (or night idk😭😭) 💗

I see you. | N.R

Warnings: Forced Marriage for a Mission, a lot of arguments, Drinking, mentioned of sex while beeing drunk (both)

Word count: 6,7k

A/n: I hope it makes sense. I thought for a long time about how best to implement this scenario and found this solution to be the most plausible..(The beginning takes place before the invasion of Loki)

Natasha sat stiffly, her gaze sharp and unforgiving, fixed on the man sitting across from her. Nick leaned back in his chair, his one good eye studying her with an intensity that matched her own. “So, what’s this about, Fury?” Natasha’s voice was as cold as the steel walls surrounding them in the underground briefing room of the Avengers headquarters. She had been urgently summoned, pulled out of a mission briefing that had been weeks in the making, and the weight of this interruption hung heavy in the air.

Fury exhaled slowly, his fingers drumming on the edge of the sleek metal table. The silence stretched just long enough that Natasha’s patience nearly snapped. “It’s about alliances.” he finally said, his tone measured, as if he was still deciding how much to reveal. Natasha’s eyes narrowed. “I thought we had our alliances sorted out. Stark has the tech, Banner is working on the gamma projects, and I’m ready to handle the intel with Rogers. What’s missing?”

Fury’s lips pressed into a thin line, and he leaned forward, his hands tightly clasped together as if preparing for what he was about to say. “What’s missing is political stability. The kind that can’t be bought with technology or power. We need trust, and that’s in short supply these days.”

“Trust?” Natasha scoffed. “From whom? What aren’t you telling me?” He met her gaze, unwavering. “There’s a situation with Y/n.”

Natasha’s brow furrowed slightly. The name struck a nerve. You were no stranger in her world. Known for your diplomatic skills and sharp intellect, you were a key figure in international negotiations, often brokering deals that kept the world from chaos. You weren’t just a diplomat, you were a force, wielding influence in ways even Natasha respected. But that didn’t explain why you were the subject of this mysterious meeting.

“And what does that have to do with us?” Natasha asked, her voice low and laced with suspicion. Fury’s next words fell like a hammer. “You’re going to marry her.” For a moment, the words didn’t register. Natasha stared at Fury, waiting for the punchline to a joke that never came. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me right, Romanoff." Fury replied, his tone unyielding. “This marriage is the only way to secure the alliance we need. Your influence can grant us access to certain..resources and information that we desperately need. This goes beyond SHIELD, it’s about global security.”

Natasha leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “And you think a forced marriage is magically going to solve all these problems?”

“I’m not saying it’ll be easy.” Fury admitted. “But this isn’t about love or personal happiness. It’s about necessity. We need a visible, undeniable alliance, something that other nations and organizations can see and recognize as a commitment. A marriage between you and Y/L/N would achieve that.”

Natasha’s jaw tightened. She was a soldier, a spy, a warrior..she had never allowed anyone to dictate the terms of her life, let alone something as personal as marriage. The very idea was repugnant to her, and yet..Fury’s expression told her this wasn’t just an idea, it was an order. The stakes were high, as they always were in her line of work, but this felt different. This felt personal in a way she hadn’t expected.

“And what makes you think she’ll agree to this?” Natasha asked, struggling to keep her voice steady. She wasn’t ready to show more emotion than necessary. “She’s already agreed.” Fury said, and Natasha felt the ground shift beneath her feet. “She understands how important this alliance is. She’s as reluctant as you are, but she knows what’s at stake.”

Natasha let that sink in for a moment. She didn’t know you well, but she knew of you, respected you even. You were someone who didn’t back down easily, who saw through lies and acted on your convictions. If you had agreed, then the situation was worse than Natasha had thought.

“And if I refuse?” she asked, though she knew the answer, but she needed to hear it. Fury’s expression hardened. “You won’t refuse. You’re too smart for that, Natasha. You know what’s at stake. You’ve always done what was necessary.”

Natasha exhaled slowly, her mind racing. She didn’t want this, she didn’t want to be tied down by something as archaic as marriage, especially not to someone she barely knew. But Fury was right. She had always done what was necessary, no matter the cost. And this, it seemed, was just another mission, one that would require all her skills to navigate.

“Fine..” she said finally, her voice clipped. “I’ll do it. But don’t expect me to play the happy housewife.” Fury almost smiled, but it was a cold, thin smile. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Natasha’s mind raced as she left the cold, sterile briefing room. Fury’s words echoed in her ears, a reminder that her life was no longer entirely her own. As she walked through the corridors of the SHIELD headquarters, her footsteps echoed ominously, each step bringing her closer to a fate she hadn’t chosen.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was a message from Fury again:

Meeting with Y/N in conference room in five minutes. Be there.

No time to think, no time to prepare. Typical. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before heading to the designated room. Natasha arrived at the conference room a few minutes early. The room was empty, the lights dimmed, casting long shadows across the table. It felt oddly impersonal, a stark contrast to the gravity of what was about to be discussed. She stood by the window, staring out at the headquarters’ grounds, trying to gather her thoughts.

The door opened behind her, and Natasha turned as you entered the room. You were dressed in a tailored suit, exuding the same sovereign confidence that had made you a respected figure in the diplomatic world. But there was something else in your eyes. A hint of irritation, maybe even anger. Clearly, you weren’t any happier about this situation than she was.

“Natasha.” you greeted her with a curt nod, your voice cool and distant. “Y/n.” Natasha replied just as coolly. She crossed her arms and leaned against the windowsill, her eyes narrowing as she studied the person in front of her. “So, I guess we’re getting married.”

You let out a short, humorless laugh. “Looks that way. Not that either of us had a choice.” Natasha raised an eyebrow. “And whose fault is that? If you and your people hadn’t been so secretive, we might not be in this mess.” Your face hardened, a flicker of anger crossing your features. “Oh, please. Don’t act like SHIELD is any better. You’re all about secrets and manipulation. This marriage is just another one of your little games.”

Natasha’s eyes narrowed further. “You think I want this? To be tied to someone I barely know, just to fulfill a political agenda? Don’t kid yourself.”

“Kid myself?” You scoffed and took a step closer, your voice rising. “Do you think it’s any easier for me? Being forced to marry the Black Widow, of all people? I know your reputation, Natasha. You’re a manipulator, a killer. This is the last thing I wanted.” Natasha’s jaw clenched, her anger boiling up. “And what about you? You’re no saint either, Y/n. You’ve played your games, made your deals behind closed doors, pulled strings to get what you want. Don’t pretend you’re any better.”

Anger flashed in your eyes. “At least I don’t hide behind a mask of false righteousness. I do what needs to be done for the greater good, just like you. But don’t mistake necessity for desire. I have no interest in playing house with someone who doesn’t even know what trust means.”

Natasha felt a sharp sting of anger mixed with something else, something she didn’t want to name. “Trust? That’s rich, coming from you. You’ve built your career on deception. And now you expect me to believe you’re the victim here?” You stepped closer, your voice low and sharp. “I don’t care what you believe. We’re both victims of this situation, but if you think I’m just going to roll over for you, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Natasha’s anger flared again, her voice turning icy. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Let’s get one thing straight, I’m not here to make you happy. This is a business arrangement, nothing more. We’ll play the part when necessary, but other than that, stay out of my way.”

For a moment, they stood facing each other, only inches apart, the tension crackling between them like a live wire. Finally, Natasha turned away, breaking the tense silence. She moved to the table and sat down, forcing herself to focus. “Let’s talk logistics. The sooner we get this sorted, the sooner we can get it over with.”

You took a deep breath, regaining your composure, and sat down across from her. “Agreed. But don’t expect me to make it easy for you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Natasha shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I have an apartment in Brooklyn. It’s secure, and there’s enough space for both of us without stepping on each other’s toes. We can start moving your things tomorrow.” Your eyes narrowed. “Brooklyn? How convenient for you. Always need to have the home-field advantage, don’t you?”

Natasha offered a crooked smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m practical. It’s close to headquarters, and it’s safe. Unless you have a better suggestion?” Your lips pressed into a thin line, clearly dissatisfied but unwilling to argue further. “Fine. But don’t expect me to play the obedient spouse. I need my space, my own office, my own schedule.”

“Fine.” Natasha responded sharply. “I don’t want you around me all the time anyway. We’ll do what’s necessary to make this look real, public appearances, a few shared events, then back to our own lives.” You leaned back in your chair, arms crossed. “And what about the media? They’re going to follow us everywhere, looking for any crack in the facade.”

Natasha waved a hand dismissively. “We’ll handle it. Stick to the script, and we won’t have any problems. There’s no need to make this more complicated than it needs to be.” You remained unconvinced. “You’re acting like this is so simple. But we both know there’s nothing simple about this.”

Natasha’s eyes hardened. “We don’t have a choice, Y/n. We do this because we have to, not because we want to.” Your jaw clenched, your voice turning icy. “Believe me, Natasha, the last thing I want is for this to work. But I’ll do what needs to be done. Just don’t expect anything more from me.” The two of you sat in silence for a moment, the weight of your mutual dislike hanging heavy in the air. This was going to be a nightmare..

In this silent moment, an agent came in with a pile of paper stuff. He sensed the tension immediately and just put it on the table and quickly left the room.

Thebtable was now filled with details on how your upcoming marriage would be presented to the world. It was an intricately crafted plan, covering everything from the official story of how you met to the timeline of your relationship and your behavior in public. Every detail had been meticulously planned by SHIELD’s PR team to ensure that the marriage appeared genuine.

You flipped through the pages with a grim expression, your fingers gripping the edges of the paper as if you wanted to tear them apart. “This is ridiculous..” you muttered, not bothering to hide your frustration. “They expect us to memorize a script? Like we’re actors playing a part?”

Natasha, sitting across from you, “That’s exactly what we are.” she said coolly. “This isn’t a real marriage, remember? We’re playing a role for the public.”

You shot her a sharp look. “I’m well aware. But this..” you gestured contemptuously at the file “is insulting. ‘Shared interest in global politics and mutual respect for each other’s abilities’? Really?” You read the lines aloud, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “They’re acting like we’re two diplomats who fell in love over a discussion on trade agreements.” Natasha’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Would you prefer they invent a fairy tale romance? At least this version is believable. It’s not like we have a real story to fall back on.”

You slammed the file shut with a loud bang that echoed in the small room. “We wouldn’t need to make anything up if we weren’t being forced into this situation.” Natasha’s jaw tightened. “No one’s forcing you to stay. If you have a better solution, by all means, let me know.”

You sighed in frustration, rubbing your temples. “You know as well as I do that there isn’t one! Fury made sure of that.” Natasha watched you silently for a moment, her expression unreadable. “Then we make the best of it. We memorize the script, play the show, and get it over with.”

You looked up at her, your eyes flashing with anger. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re used to lying, aren’t you? Playing different roles, lying to people’s faces. But this..this isn’t just another mission, Natasha. This is our lives.”

Natasha's eyes hardened at the accusation. "You think I don't know that? You think I enjoy being paraded around like a puppet? I've spent my entire life fighting for control over my own decisions, and now I'm being told who I have to marry. So don't act like you're the only one angry about this." Your lips pressed into a thin line, your anger momentarily softened by a flicker of understanding. "Then why are you so calm? Why aren't you angrier?"

Natasha exhaled slowly, working to keep her emotions in check. "Because anger won't change anything. We're stuck in this, whether we like it or not. The sooner we accept that, the sooner we can figure out how to deal with it." You stared at her for a long moment, your expression softening just a little. "So we learn the script, smile for the cameras, and pretend we don’t hate each other?"

Natasha leaned forward slightly, her voice low and controlled. "Yes, we pretend we don't hate each other. But we have to make it believable. People will be watching us closely, if they sense something is off, the whole show falls apart. That means we need to know each other, at least enough to sell the act."

You raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident on your face. "And how do you suggest we do that? Some getting-to-know-you games? Maybe ‘Two Truths and a Lie’?" Natasha gave a humorless smile. "We start with the basics. We go through the script and fill in the gaps with real information. What's your favorite food? What do you do in your spare time? What’s your biggest pet peeve? Things that couples know about each other."

You leaned back in your chair, arms crossed, clearly not thrilled with the idea. "Fine. But don't expect me to share my deepest secrets."

"I wouldn't dream of it." She opened the file again and flipped to a page titled *Personal Details*. "It says here that you enjoy hiking and reading. Is that accurate, or did they make it up?" You rolled your eyes. "It's true. I like hiking when I have the time, and I read a lot, mostly history and politics, but they don't need to know that in detail."

Natasha nodded, making a mental note. "Good. We can work with that. Mine says I'm into physical fitness and strategy games." She paused and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "Is there anything else we should add?" You looked at her thoughtfully before replying. "You like ballet, right? I read that somewhere." Natasha blinked, surprised by this observation. "Yes, that's true. Not many people know that."

"Well, it’s part of who you are.." you said, your tone less confrontational now. "We could use that." Natasha nodded, slightly impressed by this small concession. "Good. We'll add it to the list." You continued to go through the script, exchanging brief, factual information about yourselves, preferences, dislikes and childhood memories that could be used to support your fake story. But every answer was tinged with tension, each of you holding something back, building walls around yourselves.

After nearly an hour of discussion, you closed the file with a sigh and rubbed the back of your neck. "This is going to be a disaster." Natasha leaned back and crossed her arms. "Not if we're careful. We stick to the plan, stay on script, and give them no reason to doubt us."

You met her gaze, your expression weary but determined. "I just don't know how long we can keep this up. People will expect us to act like we actually care."

"We don't have to care." Natasha said, her voice cold and distant. "We just have to pretend we do." You shook your head, frustration evident in your voice. "And what happens if we slip up? If one of us says something off-script? We can't be perfect all the time."

"We won't slip up." Natasha said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We're both professionals. We've been in situations far more stressful than this. We'll manage." You stared at her for a moment, searching her face for a crack in her ironclad facade. "You really believe that, don't you? That we can just fake our way through this lie without any consequences?"

Natasha's gaze remained unchanged, unyielding. "I believe we don't have a choice." The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of your situation pressing down on both of you. This wasn't just about memorizing lines or putting on a good show, it was about maintaining a facade that could crumble at any moment, exposing you both to public scrutiny and potential danger. Finally, you stood up, your movements stiff with unresolved tension. "I guess we'll see, won't we?" Natasha stood as well, her posture mirroring yours. "Yes. We will."

The days passed in a blurred whirl of public appearances, each one a carefully staged performance that only deepened the rift between you and Natasha. Every event, every gesture, every word was meticulously planned, yet the underlying tension between you was impossible to ignore. The first major event you attended as a married couple was a high-profile gala, the kind of glittering affair where the rich and powerful gathered under chandeliers to sip champagne and discuss global affairs. Natasha had attended similar events countless times before, but never under these circumstances.

You wore an elegant black evening gown that accentuated your every movement, while Natasha was dressed in a sharp suit. As you walked into the ballroom, her hand rested lightly on your back, a gesture meant to appear familiar, but to you, it felt like a shackle. "Ready to charm the masses?" she murmured with a sarcastic edge as you entered the room.

The night was a marathon of forced smiles and carefully calculated interactions. You moved through the crowd like seasoned professionals, your hand never leaving Natasha's back as you met with diplomats and high society, maintaining the facade of a loving couple. But beneath the surface, Natasha could feel your simmering anger, mirroring her own. At one point in the evening, as you were cornered by a particularly nosy journalist, Natasha's patience was put to the test. The journalist smiled broadly and inquisitively as she fired off questions about your supposed whirlwind romance.

"How did you two meet?" the journalist asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Natasha suppressed an eye roll, but her voice remained smooth and warm as she responded. "We met at a diplomatic conference. We were both there on separate missions, but we kept running into each other. Things developed from there."

You seamlessly picked up the conversation, though your smile was a bit too stiff. "It didn’t take long for us to realize how much we had in common. After that, everything just fell into place naturally." The journalist seemed satisfied with the answer but continued to probe. "And when did you know it was love?"

You hesitated, your smile faltering for a split second before you recovered. "It wasn't just one moment. It was a lot of little things that made us realize we couldn’t imagine our lives without each other." Natasha forced herself to smile at you, her fingers lightly brushing your arm in a gesture meant to appear affectionate. "Yes, it was all those little moments that made it clear."

As the journalist moved on, Natasha could feel the tension in your posture, your hand pressing a little more firmly against her back, as if you were reminding her of your shared discomfort. "That was close.." you muttered as you both retreated to a quieter corner of the room. "We handled it." Natasha replied curtly, her voice barely above a whisper. "That’s what we do."

The rest of the night proceeded in much the same way, the two of you moving through the room, presenting the perfect image of a loving couple. But every touch, every smile, every word was carefully calculated, and by the time you finally left the gala, Natasha felt as if she were about to snap from the strain.

The ride back to your shared apartment was suffocatingly silent. The driver, a SHIELD agent, wisely kept his eyes on the road, leaving you both to your thoughts. When you arrived 'home', you immediately went to the kitchen to pour yourself a stiff drink. Natasha followed you, already on edge, her patience worn thin by the constant charade.

You turned to her, your expression hard. "You're really good at this, you know that? At pretending. It’s almost like it’s second nature to you." Natasha tensed as she heard the accusation in your words. "I had to be good at it. It's my job."

You let out a humorless laugh. "Your job. Right. I guess that's what happens when you're trained to be a spy from childhood. You learn to play whatever role is required." The words hit a sore spot, and Natasha's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Careful, Y/n. You don't know what you're talking about."

You took a step closer, your voice dropping to a near growl. "Don't I? You’ve spent your whole life being prepared for this, haven’t you? To lie, to manipulate, to make people believe whatever you want them to. This whole marriage..this whole act..probably means nothing to you."

Natasha felt her anger flare, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "You think this is easy for me? You think I enjoy lying about every aspect of my life, pretending to be someone I’m not?" You didn’t back down, your eyes burning with frustration. "But you're damn good at it, aren’t you? Must be all those years in that room. They made you the perfect little actress."

That was the breaking point for Natasha. Her eyes flashed with anger as she stepped forward and closed the distance between you. "You have no idea what the Red Room did to me. What it took from me. So don’t you dare try to twist that into some kind of compliment!" You stood your ground, your own anger flaring in response. "I’m not giving you a compliment, Natasha. I’m saying it’s terrifying how easily you slip into these roles. How convincing you are at pretending to care."

Natasha's breathing quickened, her pulse pounding in her ears. "You think I want to be convincing, huh? You think I want to be good at this? I’ve spent my entire life fighting to break free of what the Red Room made me, and now I’m stuck in another damn role..and it’s with you."

Your jaw tightened, your anger now tinged with something that looked like guilt. "Maybe it’s not just a role for you. Maybe you don’t even know who you are when you’re not on a mission." The words cut deep, and for a moment, Natasha didn’t know how to respond. But the anger was too strong, too raw to let go. "You don’t know anything about me. Nothing about what I’ve been through, what I’ve had to do to survive."

You both stood there, staring each other down, the air between you crackling with fury and unspoken pain. Natasha's chest heaved with the force of her emotions, her mind a whirlwind of anger and hurt that she could barely keep in check. You set your glass down with a sharp clink, your face tight with suppressed frustration. "You know what? Maybe you’re right. Maybe I don’t know you. But it sure as hell feels like you’re more comfortable in this lie than I am."

Natasha turned away, her hands trembling with the effort to contain her rage. "Go to bed, Y/n." You didn’t respond, simply turning on your heel and leaving the room, your footsteps echoing through the apartment. Natasha waited until she heard the door to your shared bedroom close before she finally let out a shaky breath. She was too good at pretending, far too good. And that was the problem. Because despite all her skills, all the years of training and missions, this felt different. It felt personal in a way she hadn’t anticipated, and your words had struck a nerve deep within her.

As Natasha stood alone in the kitchen, she couldn’t shake the feeling that you had seen through her facade in a way no one else ever had. The truth was, this marriage, this charade, was wearing her down in ways she hadn’t expected. And the more time she spent around you, the harder it became to maintain the mask she had worn for so long. She wanted to dismiss your words as just another argument, another clash of wills between two people who were forced into a situation neither wanted. But the truth was, you had hit on something she didn’t want to admit, even to herself. With a heavy sigh, she finally turned off the lights and headed to bed, her mind still racing. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep this up, but she knew one thing for certain. Whatever this was between the two of you, it was far from over.

The days that followed were intense, with both Natasha and you deeply immersed in your respective missions. Despite the tension between you, you had found a certain rhythm, maintaining your cover as a married couple while focusing on the tasks at hand. Your partnership was more functional than personal, efficient, strategic, and devoid of unnecessary emotional entanglements.

But that all changed when Loki appeared.

When chaos erupted in New York, the two of you were thrown right into the conflict, working side by side with the newly formed Avengers. The stakes were higher than ever, and there was no room for mistakes. You fought shoulder to shoulder, defeating Chitauri soldiers and securing key positions as you tried to save the city from destruction.

It was during one of those intense moments, after Natasha's confrontation with Loki, that everything changed. Loki had made it a point to bring up Natasha's past, the "red" in her ledger, the sins she had committed, the people she had hurt. He taunted her with names and events that Natasha had long tried to forget, using her guilt as a weapon to break her. The words were meant to destroy her, to make her doubt her worth, and they hit harder than any physical blow. But Natasha, the eternal professional, pressed on, using her pain as fuel to outmaneuver Loki and secure the information they needed. But the damage was done. The conversation with Loki had revealed more about Natasha’s past than she ever wanted anyone, especially you, to know.

After the battle, when the Avengers had won and the immediate threat had passed, Natasha returned to the SHIELD Helicarrier. The city was still in chaos, but the focus had shifted to recovery and rebuilding. Natasha was exhausted, both physically and mentally, the weight of Loki's words hanging over her like a dark cloud.

You had always had a keen sense for people, always quick to pick up on the smallest changes in mood or behavior. It was one of the reasons you were so good at your job. But now that sharp intuition was focused on Natasha, and it made her feel exposed in a way she wasn’t prepared for.

After debriefing with Fury, Natasha retreated to the quiet of your shared apartment, hoping to find a moment of peace. She had barely sat down on the edge of the bed when she heard the door open behind her.

“Natasha?” Your voice was soft, cautious, as you entered the room. Natasha didn’t turn around, but she could feel your probing gaze on her.

“What is it, Y/n?” Natasha’s tone was curt. She was too tired for this conversation, too drained to face another confrontation. You hesitated, the silence between you stretched out. “I..wanted to talk to you.” Natasha closed her eyes, bracing herself for another argument. “About what?”

“About Loki.” you said, your voice carefully measured. "We need to talk about what he said." Natasha’s muscles tensed, her back straightening as she tried to suppress the rising wave of fear in her chest. “I’m fine, Y/n. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“That’s the point, Natasha.” you continued, taking a few steps closer. “I am worried. I know I’ve pushed you before, teased you about your past, but I didn’t..I didn’t realize it was something so serious.” Natasha’s jaw tightened, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She didn’t want to have this conversation, not now, not ever. “I’ve already told you, my past is none of your concern.”

“But it is, Natasha!” Your voice was firmer now, the frustration evident. “We’re supposed to be partners, and I feel like I don’t know you at all.” Natasha finally turned to face you, her eyes narrowing as she stood. “You don’t know me, Y/n. And that’s how it’s supposed to be. I didn’t ask for your sympathy, and I don’t need your pity.”

Your expression hardened, but there was a flicker of pain in your eyes. “This isn’t about pity, and you know it. I’m just trying to understand.”

“Understand what?” Natasha snapped, her voice rising. “That I’ve done things I’m not proud of? That my past is full of blood and darkness you can’t even imagine?” You flinched at the sharpness in her voice, but you didn’t back down. “You’re right. I don’t know everything, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. I’m trying to apologize, Natasha. For pushing you, for not realizing.”

Natasha stared at you, her anger battling with something deeper, something she didn’t want to name. “Why? So you can feel better? So you can feel like you’ve done the right thing?” Your eyes flashed with frustration. “No, damn it! I’m doing this because I care about you. Because, despite everything, I don’t want to keep fighting against you! Its draining..”

For a moment, you stood facing each other, the air between you charged with tension. Natasha felt her defenses beginning to crumble, the walls she had built around herself starting to give way under the weight of your words. Finally, she let out a shaky breath, her shoulders sagging as the fight drained out of her. “You want to know the truth?"

Natasha sat down on the edge of the bed, her hands resting on her knees as if she needed to hold herself together. “The Red Room..it destroyed me. It took everything I was and made something else out of it. Something that had no choice, no control.” You sat down beside her, but you kept your distance, respecting the space she needed. “You didn’t have a choice, Natasha. You were a child.”

“That doesn’t change what I did ” Natasha said quietly, her voice trembling slightly. “I killed people. Innocent people. And I..I enjoyed it, Y/n. Back then, I enjoyed it because that’s what they made me.” You reached out, placing your hand gently over hers, but you said nothing. You knew this was a moment where words couldn’t do much.

Her voice was soft and laced with pain. “The things I’ve done..the people I’ve hurt..you can’t just brush that aside. The Red Room wasn’t just training, it was torture, it was conditioning, it was turning little girls into weapons. I did terrible things because I was programmed to. Because I didn’t know any better.” She paused, as the memories came flooding back with painful clarity. “And even after I got out, even after I tried to make up for it, the past still haunts me. Loki knew exactly where to strike, exactly how to remind me of the monster I once was.”

You listened in silence, your heart aching at the pain in Natasha’s voice. “You’re not a monster, Natasha.” She shook her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “That’s easy for you to say. But you didn’t see what I did. You didn’t live it.”

“No, I didn’t. But I’ve seen who you are now. I’ve seen how hard you fight to do the right thing, how much you sacrifice. That’s not the work of a monster. That’s someone trying to make things right.” Natasha turned to you, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “But what if it’s not enough? What if it doesn’t matter what I do, and I can never atone for what I’ve done?”

You took her hands in yours. “You don’t have to do it alone, Natasha. You don’t have to carry this burden by yourself. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” Natasha looked down at your hands, the warmth of your touch grounding her in a way she hadn’t expected. For so long, she had believed that her past was something she had to face alone, that no one could understand the shadow that had shaped her. But in this moment, with you by her side, she realized that maybe, just maybe she didn’t have to be alone anymore.

“I’m sorry.” Natasha whispered, her voice breaking. “For pushing you away.” You squeezed her hands gently. “I’m sorry too. For not seeing how much you were hurting.” You sat there for a long moment in silence, the weight of the past finally beginning to lift, replaced by something new..something fragile, but real. It wasn’t love, not yet, but it was trust, and for now, that was enough.

The days after your late-night conversation were different, marked by an unspoken understanding that hadn’t been there before. Natasha and you continued with your missions, and the world was still recovering from the chaos of Loki’s attack, but something between you had shifted. Where there had once been tension and unspoken resentment, there was now a cautious, growing trust.

You moved around each other more easily, your conversations were less strained, your silences less heavy. The sharp edges of your interactions had softened, replaced by a tentative camaraderie that surprised you both. You weren’t friends yet, and certainly not lovers, but you were no longer just colleagues forced into a marriage of convenience. You were partners..genuine partners.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting mission, you returned to the Helicarrier and noticed the weariness weighing on Natasha. Her shoulders were slumped, and her usually sharp eyes were dulled with fatigue. But there was also something else, a lightness that hadn’t been there before, as if the burden she carried was now a little less heavy. “You look like you could use a break.” you said, your voice light but laced with concern. Natasha glanced at you, a small, tired smile playing on her lips. “You’re not wrong. This week has been hell.”

“More than usual.” you agreed. “How about we grab a drink? No talk about missions, just..a chance to unwind.” Natasha hesitated for a moment, her instinct to decline warring with the realization that maybe, just this once, she didn’t have to handle everything on her own. “Yeah, okay. That sounds good.”

You headed to one of the quieter lounges on the Helicarrier, a small, dimly lit room where off-duty agents could relax. It wasn’t exactly cozy, but it was private enough to talk without the weight of your roles hanging over you. You ordered a couple of drinks, and the two of you sat down at a small table near the window, through which the vast, dark night could be seen. For a while, you drank in silence, the easy silence between you a far cry from the tense moments of the past.

“You know..” you began after a while, swirling your drink in your glass, “I’ve been thinking about what you said. About carrying this burden alone.” Natasha looked at you, her gaze steady but curious. “Yeah?”

“I’ve just..been thinking about how we’re supposed to be partners in this, but we’ve been so focused on keeping our walls up that we forgot what that really means." you said thoughtfully. “It’s not just about watching each other’s backs in a fight. It’s about being there for each other when things get tough, when the past tries to drag you down.”

Natasha nodded slowly, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. “I’m not used to that, you know. Letting someone in.”

“I figured..” you said with a small smile. “But you let me in, at least a little. And I want you to know that it meant something. It made me realize that maybe I haven’t been as fair to you as I could have been.” Natasha’s expression softened, a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability in her eyes. “You don’t need to apologize, Y/n. We were both just doing our jobs.”

“I know.” you replied. “But still, I’m sorry. For pushing you, for not seeing how much you’ve been through. I was so caught up in the mission and the cover that I didn’t take the time to really see you.” Natasha took a sip of her drink, letting the warmth of the alcohol ease the tension in her shoulders. “You see me now.” she said quietly. “And that’s more than I’ve let anyone do in a long time.”

You sat in companionable silence for a few more minutes, the atmosphere between you relaxed and open. Natasha realized that it was a relief not to have to be constantly on guard, not to have to keep everyone at a distance. “You know.." you said after a while, your tone lighter, “I’ve been thinking that when all this mess is over, we should take a break. Do something normal. I hear married couples go on vacations.” Natasha chuckled, the sound low and genuine. “I’m not sure we pass as a normal married couple.”

“Who said anything about normal?” you grinned. “We could do something out of the ordinary. Like..I don’t know, skydiving or rock climbing. Something that gets the adrenaline pumping without the life-and-death stakes.” Natasha raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. “So you want us to jump out of a plane..for fun?”

You shrugged, a mischievous smile on your lips. “Why not? After everything we’ve been through, it might be nice to do something that gets the heart racing without our lives depending on it.” Natasha considered it for a moment, then smiled, a real smile, not the practiced one she used in public. “You know what? That actually doesn’t sound so bad.”

You clinked your glasses together, and as the evening wore on, you talked about everything and nothing. Trivial things like favorite foods and music, and deeper topics like your dreams and fears. The walls between you continued to crumble, and by the time you finally returned to your apartment, there was a new understanding between you. “Thank you, Y/n. For tonight.” You smiled back, your voice warm. “Anytime, Natasha. We’re in this together.”

“Yeah.” Natasha replied, the words feeling truer than ever before. “We are.” As you parted ways for the night, Natasha felt a lightness in her chest that she hadn’t felt in a long time. It wasn’t just the drink or the fact that she had survived another day, it was the knowledge that she wasn’t alone anymore. That for the first time in years, she had someone she could trust.

The following weeks were different. Natasha and you continued to work together, your partnership now stronger as the initial tension had eased. You were still far from being a typical married couple, but the foundation of trust you had begun to build made all the difference. One day, after a particularly successful mission, Fury called you both into his office. His expression was as unreadable as ever, but there was a hint of something, perhaps approval in his gaze.

“You two have done good work.” Fury said, his voice even. “The mission was a success, and your cover held under pressure. I have to admit, I wasn’t sure how this partnership would work, but you’ve exceeded expectations.”

Natasha glanced at you briefly, and you shared a small, knowing smile. “Thank you, sir.” Natasha replied. Fury nodded, then leaned back in his chair, his gaze sharpening. “That said, I’m not sure how much longer we can maintain the appearance of this marriage.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” Fury sighed, a rare sign of weariness passing over his face. “The situation has stabilized for now, but I have a feeling more trouble is on the horizon. You two have done your job well, but I’m giving you the option to dissolve the marriage if you think it’s the right move.”

Natasha felt a pang of something she couldn’t quite identify, regret? Uncertainty? She looked at you, searching your face for a clue as to what you were thinking. You met her gaze, your expression thoughtful. “I think..we should talk about it. See where we both stand.”

Natasha nodded slowly, a strange mix of emotions swirling in her chest. “Yeah. We’ll figure it out.” Fury watched you both for a moment, then gave a curt nod. “Take your time." With that, he dismissed you, and you left the office in silence, the weight of the decision heavy on your minds.

As you walked through the corridors, Natasha felt a sense of unease rising in her stomach. She hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected to feel anything at the thought of ending the marriage. But now, the idea left a strange emptiness inside her. “So..” you said quietly as you reached your quarters, “what do you want to do?”

Natasha took a deep breath, turning to face you. “I don’t know." she admitted. “This started as a mission, as a cover. But now..I don’t know.” You nodded, your expression understanding. “I get it. It’s complicated.”

Natasha hesitated, then reached out and took your hand in hers. “But I know one thing. Whatever happens, I don’t want to lose what we’ve built. I don’t want to lose this..partnership.”

You stood there for a long moment, holding each other’s gaze, the air between you charged with unspoken possibilities. Finally, you smiled, a genuine, warm smile that made Natasha’s heart skip a beat. "I have a good Idea where we can talk further.."

The lounge was quiet, with only the occasional murmur of conversations on the other side of the room. Natasha and you had had a few drinks again, the alcohol warming your bodies and loosening your tongues. You had been talking for hours, the conversation flowing easily between you in a way it hadn’t before. The heaviness of your earlier tensions had lifted, replaced by a comfortable, almost intimate atmosphere.

Natasha took another sip of her drink, enjoying the burn as it slid down her throat. She looked at you, watching as you swirled the last bit of your whiskey in your glass, your eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol. Your words slightly slurred, “I never thought we’d end up here. Not like this.”

Natasha laughed, her own voice tinged with the effects of the alcohol. “Yeah, me neither. This whole thing… was unexpected.” You leaned back in your chair, your gaze fixed on Natasha. “But..I’m glad we’re here. I’m glad we’re talking like this.” Natasha felt a warmth spread through her, one that had nothing to do with the alcohol. “Me too.” she admitted, her voice softening. “It’s nice…not feeling alone.”

You smiled, a crooked, slightly drunken smile that made Natasha’s heart skip a beat as she felt a surge of emotions she wasn’t entirely ready to name. “You’re not alone, Natasha. Not anymore.” There was a charged moment between you, the air thick with unspoken words and the weight of your shared experiences. The alcohol had lowered your defenses, leaving you both more vulnerable and open than you had been in a long time.

Natasha set her glass down, her fingers lightly brushing against yours on the table. The touch was electric, sending a shiver of awareness through her. She looked up and met your gaze, and in your eyes, she saw the same spark of attraction that she felt. For a moment, neither of you moved, the tension between you growing more intense with each passing second. Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, you leaned across the table, and your lips met Natasha’s in a gentle, hesitant kiss.

Natasha’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding as she responded to the kiss, her lips moving against yours in a way that felt both familiar and completely new. The kiss was tentative at first, an exploration of boundaries, but it quickly deepened as the need for each other became overwhelming.

Without breaking the kiss, you stood and pulled Natasha up with you. Your hands found each other’s bodies, exploring, touching, as you made your way out of the lounge and down the corridor to a quarter. Your kisses grew hotter, more desperate, as you neared the room. You fumbled with the keycard, finally managing to open the door, and the two of you tumbled inside, your bodies pressed tightly together. As you finally made it to the bed, the rest of the world seemed to disappear. There was only the two of you, entwined with one another, your kisses hungry, your touches urgent. The alcohol had stripped away your inhibitions, leaving only the raw desire for each other.

The night passed in a blur of passionate moments and whispered names, your bodies intertwined as you lost yourselves completely in each other. The connection between you deepened with every touch, every kiss, until there was no distance left between you, no more walls to keep you apart. When you finally fell asleep, your bodies were still entwined, your breaths mingling as you drifted into a deep, contented sleep. The alcohol had done its job, lowering your defenses and bringing you together in a way neither of you had expected.

The first thing Natasha felt as she slowly woke up was the dull pounding in her head. She groaned softly, turning over and pulling the blanket tighter around herself, trying to block out the morning light seeping through the curtains. But as she moved, she realized something was off, something warm and solid was lying beside her. She froze, her senses suddenly sharp despite the hangover. Slowly, she opened one eye and was immediately met with the sight of you lying next to her, your face turned toward her, still fast asleep.

Natasha’s breath hitched as the events of the previous night came rushing back to her. The drinks, the laughter, the conversation that had unexpectedly turned personal..and then how you had ended up here, wrapped in each other’s arms. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to piece everything together. You had both been drunk, very drunk but that didn’t explain everything. How had you gone from reluctant partners in a forced marriage to this point? What had driven you to cross a line she hadn’t even realized you were approaching?

“shit." Natasha muttered quietly, careful not to disturb you as she tried to extricate herself from the sheets. But as she moved, you stirred beside her, your eyes slowly fluttering open. For a moment, you both simply stared at each other, your expressions mirroring the shock and confusion that Natasha was feeling. “Morning.” you finally said, your voice rough and uncertain.

“Morning.” Natasha echoed, her voice just as hesitant. There was a long, awkward silence as you both tried to process the situation. Natasha could see the same questions in your eyes that were running through her own mind: How had this happened? What did it mean? And where do you go from here?

“I..uh..did we…?” you began, clearly struggling to find the right words. Natasha’s cheeks flushed slightly as she nodded. “Yeah. I think we did.”

You rubbed your hand over your face, slowly sitting up as you tried to shake off the remnants of sleep and alcohol. “Okay, so…how did we end up here?” Natasha bit her lip, trying to recall the details. “We were talking..had a lot to drink. And then..I don’t know. One thing led to another, I guess.” She managed a small, ironic smile. “But at least we don’t have to invent any lies if someone asks us about our sex life now.”

You chuckled at her comment, and the tension in the room eased slightly. “True. It’s almost like we’ve fully embraced our roles now. Now that she's finished.” Natasha rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “I guess we’re just overachievers.”

The laughter died down, and once again, the reality of your situation set in. Things had gotten personal in a way neither of you had anticipated. “So…what do we do now?” you asked, your tone more serious this time.

Natasha sighed, sitting up and wrapping the sheet around herself. “I don’t know. We could just pretend nothing happened, but… that feels like we’d be lying to ourselves.”

“Yeah, and we’ve done enough pretending to last a lifetime.” you agreed, your expression thoughtful. “But we also can’t ignore the fact that this all started as a mission. A mission where we were supposed to pretend to be in love, even though we didn’t really like each other.” Natasha nodded, the weight of that truth pressing down on her. “Right. And now we’ve crossed a line, and I don’t think we can just go back.”

You frowned, deep in thought. “But do we need to go back? I mean, we’ve been through a lot together, and… I don’t know. Maybe this was just..inevitable?” Natasha looked at you, searching your face for any hint of what you were really feeling. “Maybe. But now it’s complicated. We can’t just act like everything is the same as before.”

Your smile, “Hey, at least we’re dedicated to the mission, right?” Natasha laughed, the sound easing some of the tension. “Right. We’ve more than fulfilled our duties.”

You both laughed, the tension between you beginning to dissipate. The humor was a relief, a way to ease the confusion and discomfort that came with waking up in each other’s bed after what was supposed to be just another night of playing your roles. But as the laughter faded, the reality of your situation remained. You couldn’t just laugh your way out of this, you had to figure out what it meant for you.

“So…what do we do now?” you asked again, your tone more serious this time. Natasha sighed, running a hand through her hair as she tried to organize her thoughts. “We figure it out. No more lies, no more excuses. We take it one step at a time.” You nodded, your expression softening. “I can do that. One step at a time.”

Natasha felt a strange sense of relief at your words. This was new territory for both of you, but at least you didn’t have to navigate it alone. You had each other, and while it was still a complicated mess, it was something you could rely on. As you both got out of bed and began to dress, the weight of your new reality settled over you. This wasn’t going to be easy, but you were in it together, and for now, that was enough.

“Hey, Natasha?” you said as you pulled your shirt over your head. “Yeah?”

You paused for a moment, your expression thoughtful. “I know this isn’t what either of us expected, but..I’m glad we’re here." Natasha smiled, a warm feeling spreading through her chest. “Me too, Y/n. Me too.”

As you left the room and stepped back into the world, you did so with a new understanding of each other. You had started as reluctant partners, forced together by a mission, but now…now there was something more. Something worth exploring, even if it was still messy and confusing. The mission had brought you together, but it was your shared experiences and growing bond that would keep you together. And as you walked side by side, ready to face whatever came next, you both knew that this was only the beginning of something new.

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starlit-sanguine · 5 months ago

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Random assorted Obey me headcanons..✦

Lucifer:

Literally smells so good all the time, as in he could not shower for a week and he'd still smell like Cinnamon and Petrichor, Everyone questions this yet they don't have an answer. The only person who seems to have a clue is Satan, Who believes its an enchantment or a 'charm' as he called it that makes him presentable to people all the time.

As mentioned before, He smells like Cinnamon and Petrichor, but he also picks up the scent of Coffee after a couple hours because I think he drinks it to a point where it makes him agitated. He's always working if he's not shouting at his brothers for small trivial things and he needs to stay awake, Coffee is his go to and the smell is so strong people swear they get buzzed just by walking past him.

Heels. He wears a small heel on his shoes, why? to appear taller than his brothers therefore making him seem more powerful (even though Beel still has a solid 7 inches on him because he's like 6'9 in my head)

Can play the; Cello, Violin and Piano though he favours the Piano since he can always sit and lift up the fall board and start to play. He finds it comforting when he does so, mostly because it keeps him occupied and drowns out the noise of his brothers' antics.

Has his ears pierced and exclusively wears peacock feather earrings with gold hooks, makes him feel more regal and important.

Also he wears glasses more than he does in the games... Thats it. Thats the headcanon.

Mammon:

Is really skilled at maths, Very very quick with addition and multiplication, Even Satan asks him for help sometimes with work due to him being quickfire with solving. He had this skill before the gambling but that's where he utilizes it the most.

After meeting Mc: every time he sees rings in a jewelry shop he thinks of them, not necessarily in a marriage context but more so "I wonder if mc would like this?" or "I bet mc would like this,". He's very considerate of others despite his theiving habits, He could see expensive perfume and buy it for Asmo whilst he settles for the cheap stuff, or he could buy Satan the expensive books whilst he buys the cheap ones with barely any plot.

Takes long strides as he walks, hands in pockets, You can always hear him approaching because of the amount of jewelry and keychains he has strewn about himself always make noise when he walks. I also believe he fidgets with necklaces when he has them on, especially when he's flustered or he's thinking about something.

Stretches a lot, Cracking his knuckles or stretching before leaning back on the chair he's sitting on, I could make a joke about him doing the fake yawn thing so he can put an arm around you but I think he does it shamelessly, Mammon may get flustered easily but I don't think he has any shame in wanting to have an arm around you, I also think he does this to his brothers a lot because they're usually looking at stuff on their D.D.D's and he needs to look over at what they're showing him.

White eyelashes, theyre long and pretty and Asmodeus is definetly jealous of them, I also think he has a piercing on his face somewhere but I constantly falter between him having a lip piercing or an eyebrow piercing.

Leviathan:

His hair is shaggy and grown out, and littered with little orange streaks that contrast with the pale purple. It covers his eyes, which I think he likes because it means he can't see too many people at once (a little bit like Kenma from Haikyuu). I also think it comes down his neck, a little bit like a Mullet.

Hands are fidgety and shaky, always holding his D.D.D or his Console, if not those some kind of fidget toy. His hands are always in his pockets if theyre not actively doing something, I think he also picks at his nail polish which Asmo gives him an earful about because he worked hard on picking the perfect colour for him.

Has gauged his piercings to at least a 10mm because he thought it was cool (and it is) but he whined like crazy because it hurt as he was doing so. His ears are sensitive because theyre not really ears theyre more like fins that help with swimming when he's in his demon form.

Blushes like CRAZY like his whole body turns bright red, he'll most likely do the hand over his mouth thing but sometimes he gets so bad he has to pull his hood up over his face so no one can see him freaking out. Gets so defensive if someone brings it up though, has lead to him getting into a fist fight with mammon multiple times.

Also has long eyelashes but theyre lilac like his hair, His eyes glow in the dark, it scares everyone par Satan because his do the same. Leviathan also has sharp teeth like a sharks but he doesn't like people.pointing it out because it makes him insecure and he'll worry about it for the rest of the day.

Satan:

Hands on his face a lot, whether it be pinching the bridge of his nose when he's annoyed, hand on his chin when he's thinking or resting his cheek on his palm when he's reading or uninterested. He also has this habit of running his hands through his hair when he's trying to calm down.

Has fangs. very long fangs, they're noticeable when he's biting his lip in anticipation or shouting at someone, also a habit of when he's getting annoyed he'll clench his jaw or bite the inside of his cheek trying not to burst but if he's getting sadistically angry he'll run his tounge across his top teeth threateningly....(COUGHS)

His pupils dialate significantly when he's happy, He also purrs which makes cats like him because the cats know that he likes them. He didn't notice it for awhile until Belphie commented on it after resting on his shoulder one day, now it's actually apart of himself he enjoys. He tends to purr when you're around also just because he enjoys your presence that much. And as aforementioned his eyes glow in the dark and reflect in certain light.

Paces when he's thinking or taps his foot when he's getting impatient, he just can't sit still sometimes and those are his two ways of letting that agitation out, Mammon also takes him out on walks sometimes, through trials in nature or will take him for a car ride so he can just get out of the house and vent out his frustrations.

Wears a lot of rings, mostly gold ones with green gemstones but there's this one ring he got from Asmo, its definetly his favourite, Its a gold ring and in the center there's a fluorite gemstone in the shape of a cats head. It was a birthday gift and he smiles whenever he puts it on because of how thoughtful it was. His hands are also littered with scars, mostly because he punches stuff when he's angry but also because he gets a lot of paper cuts.

Asmodeus:

Collarbone Piercings, They make him look elegant get also sensual and he loves them so much, thinks theyre so pretty. Theyre silver bars with Rhodochrosite gemstones implaced onto the ends, they match his eyes!

Two Beauty marks, one under his eye and one under his mouth on the left side, they make him look dignified and like the work of a sculptor...(in his words). He actually used to cover them up until he forgot to one day and his followers thought he was so pretty with them, he hasn't covered them up since.

Affectionate but not always in the touchy sense, He listens a lot, though he's extroverted he stays quiet sometimes when his brothers are talking amongst themselves. He'll listen to them talk about what they like and pick it up for them and say "oh its nothing!" But he knows deep down how happy his brothers are about it.

Enjoys his weekly nail painting sessions with his brothers, loves catching up with his brothers since he's always out partying or in different classes. The most supportive person ever and will always back up them on their opinions, Asmo will always ask them their opinions about celebrity drama or their classes, or he'll stay silent when Belphie is sleeping as he does it. Asmo cares for his brothers deeply.

Sensitive cheeks, kiss him on the cheek and he'll turn red and starts giggling.

Beelzebub:

Really tall, Tallest out of all of them standing at an impressive 6'9. Belphie is significantly shorter at 6'1 but that doesn't matter. Beel is big, tall and built, he eats a lot and works out a lot, causing him to be really well built.

A really good cook actually, The HOL get excited whenever he cooks because his pallate is insane, he can just eyeball ingridients and it'd be perfect. Mammon especially enjoys it because he loves supporting his baby brother in the kitchen, he's on stirring duty and Is usually the one fetching utensils for Beel so he doesn't have to move from the stove.

Hates wearing jackets, Is usually just in a tank top because he likes having the cool air on his arms and back, it stops him from getting annoyed or agitated easily, but despite hating heat his favourite season is summer.

I don't think He has any piercings but if he did they'd be snakebites or double eyebrow piercings, he wears eyeliner rarely because Belphie does and he's curious. He doesn't really think about his physical appearance that much because he believes it isn't relevant, his hair is long and he has small amounts of stubble on his face.

Hates wearing rings because theyre usually too tight for him.

Belphegor:

Wears Eyeliner, literal edgelord, Piercings, Gauges, rings, edgy band shirts, that's him, he's the edgy one. He also enjoys wearing fingerless gloves like the literal 2000's goth he is.

Loves claw machines, they keep him on the edge and they actually require thought and then at the end of it all he gets a soft toy and pillow out of it! Its like a double win for him, gets excited when he sees them, not quite so visibly but his eyes light up and you can see the pep in his step.

He prefers the cold to the hot, he enjoys being warm but there's something about a cold room that really makes him drowsy, especially if its like a rainy day, cold room and he's perfectly warm.. and if you're beside him.. He rubs his eyes a lot after he wakes up though, it causes his eyeliner to smudge and he looks really hot..

really enjoys boba, all he has to do is walk up to Levi and grab his arm asking to get some, and despite Levi being anti social he agrees because Belphegor is one of his favourite little brothers and he likes speaking to him. Belphie definetly likes Ube the most because its purple... and he likes purple.. though he also enjoys strawberry flavors, he finds them refreshing.

Not very fidgety but does toss and turn without you by his side.

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hayanwulf · 5 months ago

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“How much do you love Pepper?”

The question came out of nowhere. Tony pulled himself out from where he was neck-deep in machinery, and looked up at the Wizard who sat occupying one of his several workshop chairs, his eyes still fixed on the book in his lap.

“More than the world,” Tony replied honestly. “It’s scary, honestly.”

It truly was scary, the lengths he knew he could go to for the people he loved.

Stephen did look up from his book, then.

“Let’s just say, hypothetically—” Tony raised an eyebrow at that, “—that Pepper was in love with someone else. And they loved her. And they were very happy as they were.”

Tony could sense there was something deeper going on here than simply hypotheticals. What, exactly, he wasn’t sure. Yet.

“And let’s say,” Stephen continued, “that you had the power to change that. You had the power to keep her all to yourself, to make her forget all about that person, and that person all about her. Literally. And no one would ever know what you had done, or that things had ever been any different than the reality you fabricated. She would love you, would never know what she has lost, and you’d never give her a reason to feel any less happier. And before you ask, no, it will not create any unfortunate side-effects for anyone or anything.”

Tony’s brows progressively creased at the very dubious description of this hypothetical.

“If you had the power to do all that,” Stephen concluded, “Would you?”

Tony opened his mouth to give the obvious answer that no, I wouldn’t do that, because that’s wrong.

But then he paused, jaw snapping shut, as he realized something after rerunning Stephen’s words through his head.

Stephen was talking about a scenario where consequences stopped mattering. Where, perhaps, morals stopped mattering. Because no one would ever know that Pepper’s life had been manipulated — not even Pepper herself — not only that, but Tony knew he would treat Pepper the way she deserved, would give her all his love, his soul, heck, the world if she asked for it.

He knew that he would keep her happy, and that she would do the same for him. Because that was how it was, in present, in the reality.

So, with all that in mind, even if it was morally wrong to play with someone’s memories, to fabricate a reality that hadn’t always been the truth, did it really matter that those things had been done? Because at the end of the day, there would be no consequences, no repercussions, nothing negative that would come out of it.

Suddenly the question felt a lot more terrifying. It almost felt like a test, of sorts, of a person’s integrity. And Tony did not have a lot of integrity to spare. No, he was more than willing to bend the rules sometimes if it meant that it would help him achieve what’s best for this world.

(Except, he wasn’t very good at telling what qualified as ‘best for this world’ either, now, was he?)

So.. if he were to be tempted into it.. wouldn’t he give in? Wouldn’t he want to have Pepper? He wanted to say no, that he wouldn’t let himself fall into that pit, because there was no getting up from it ever again. But..

But power corrupts.

It would corrupt him, too.

Tony bit his lip and focused back on Stephen.

It was then that he realized that Stephen had his eyes keenly fixed on Tony throughout the silence of contemplation. There was something in his eyes.. akin to anticipation? Except, it was way more intense.

Something clicked in Tony’s mind. Or perhaps it was several pieces clicking together, solving a puzzle that had been right in front of his eyes all along but he had somehow missed for so long.

The question wasn’t hypothetical. It wasn’t hypothetical, because Stephen had that kind of power. Didn’t he? Tony would think so, after he’d watched the man take down a Titan with 4 infinity stones, prevent their planet from being eaten by a planet-eating cosmic entity, and defeat a witch who could warp reality and create kids out of nothing.

Stephen was in love. Stephen was in love with someone who he couldn’t be with.

The thought made something constrict painfully tight in Tony’s chest. But there would be more time, later, to think on that.

Right now.. right now Stephen was on the verge of falling apart. He loved this person so much that he was willing to go to any lengths, if it meant he could be with them. (The vice around Tony’s heart tightened even more, but really, this was no time to process that.) Even if it could be considered extremely immoral. And..

And he was, in a way, asking Tony’s permission for it. Perhaps to assuage himself that it was fine to do it. Perhaps to convince himself that it wasn’t wrong, that anyone would want to do the same.

Tony swallowed. The workshop’s air, that had been cool and pleasant just a minute ago, now hung with a damp sort of heaviness.

This was extremely hypocritical of Tony, given that moments ago he had admitted to himself that he.. that he wouldn’t be entirely opposed to using that kind of power to have Pepper to himself.

But Stephen.. he couldn’t let Stephen break. He couldn’t. Not like this. Not for this. Losing morality was a slippery slope. You couldn’t stop once you’d started.

He couldn’t let that happen to Stephen. He couldn’t.

(And if a small, insignificant voice in his mind screamed, you’re doing it only out of selfishness, he shut it out.)

“No,” Tony said. “Because.. even if no one would know the truth, I would know.”

“Because it would haunt your conscience forever?” Stephen asked.

Oh, Tony had no doubt that it would. He also had no doubt that his own conscience would slowly convince him that ‘it’s fine’ that he ‘did the right thing’. It would feed him lies, and he would make them his life’s truths.

That was, in essence, how the slippery slope of amorality started. Always.

Tony shook his head. “No. Because the Pepper that lives in here?” He tapped at his chest, right where his heart rested, “She’d hate me for it.”

Stephen’s eyes traced down to that little hand gesture, and stayed there even after Tony’s hand fell away. For a second that seemed to stretch for hours, Stephen simply stared at the spot where Tony had tapped his finger, and Tony grew just a hint distressed, that perhaps it hadn’t worked. Perhaps he didn’t manage to convince Stephen. That he would lose Stephen into this spiral of wrongdoings and never be able to recover him—

Stephen’s eyes flickered up to Tony’s, and something flashed in his expression, gone as quickly as it had come. Tony still caught what it was, though.

Self-disgust.

Before Tony could speak again, Stephen interrupted him, getting up as he shut his book with a slam. “Apologies, there’s an emergency at the Sanctum.”

And before Tony could do anything else, Stephen was already disappearing through a portal.

“Stephen!” He called out as he stood up, but it was no use, the portal already closed, the last of orange sparks showering down on his floor.

Stephen was gone. Stephen was gone, and Tony knew that no immoral reality-bending, mind-altering magics were going to be performed today. But Stephen was gone, reeking of shame and disgust for himself, gone to lament in whichever secluded place he always disappeared to, not to be found by any force of the universe unless he wanted to be found.

That hadn’t been Tony’s intention. That hadn’t been Tony’s intention.

But he could do nothing but watch at where the sparkly portal had stood, wishing that it had been him who Stephen loved with such intensity.

#ironstrange #pepperony #polyamorous tony #stephen strange #tony stark #overpowered stephen #fic #mcu fanfiction #hayans tumblr shorts

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ilovehugslikealotalot · 10 months ago

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This is Her Trying

sum: she sold out every value she holds dear, even a person. That happens to be you. So, one night after Voit’s little game, she speeds to your apartment in hopes you’ll still want her.

(is there a lot of music references? Yes.)

WARNING: BIG ANGSTY, smoking, some fluff?

Emily saw this coming, with the way everything was happening. The BAU hadn’t taken up a case they couldn’t solve, it just seems that now they’ve met their match. Emily didn’t want it to be true, no, she just couldn’t accept that. She was too prideful to give up.

That also meant doing everything in her power to solve this case, even if it meant pushing the boundaries of the law. She hated that she even considered doing it, so why do it at all? That was a question she asked herself often. Sometimes she sat in her chair wondering if Hotch would be disappointed in her. Or if he would tell her that she ‘needn’t worry’ even though she should.

In the midst of all this ‘Gold Star’ business happening, she was also pushing you away. Not noticing the hurt facial expression you made at her clearly not wanting your presence. She pushed you away so much that she had forgotten how much peace you’d bring her. Even Rossi had warned her to go home but she never did listen, she did what she thought was best. But sometimes she couldn’t think for herself.

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“Shouldn’t you head home to see the Mrs?” Rossi asked, driving them back after Emily had gotten arrested. The truth was, she wanted to go home, she was just too scared that you too would be disappointed in her, and she’d rather not have the person she loved the most think ill of her. “She knows I’m out, it’s fine..” The silver-haired woman grumbled, picking at her thumb nail again. Someday she’d get over the whole thumb thing but now was not the time. All that she was focused on was Brian Garrity being on the top of her list to be killed off if she ever did spiral into madness; which she was already on the brink of.

Dave looked at her with this face, it was his ‘I know you better than you think, please don’t lie to me right now’ face. Emily huffed, groaning as she flopped her head into her hands. “It’s been almost a week and a half, Emily. A hello or hug would suffice” He tutted, even after all these years he still had to teach her fatherly advice.

“She’ll survive, Dave, she’s not going anywhere” Emily seethed, her emotions slightly breaking loose, the Italian took note of her behavior. As he pulled back into the parking lot, he stopped the engine, turning to look at her with a soft expression.

“If I’ve learned anything from my marriages is, never make them wait for you. Because the hardest feeling is choosing whether to wait or give up” He says, exiting the car first to let Emily think.

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The Unit Chief sat on the rooftop again, the cigarette she was smoking, balanced between her fingers. She only smoked when she was really stressed, that seemed to be almost every day now. You had told her to stop smoking but, old habits die hard.

Ever since that call she had about being on restricted duty she felt like she was completely under the water, she couldn’t breathe. The feeling on being dragged down over and over again was starting to get to her. This definitely wasn’t her first rodeo but it was starting to feel like her last. She kept telling herself to keep pushing and they’d solve this but maybe, for once, they’ve gotten a case they won’t figure out.

The BAU was crumbling around them, the public was already trampling on the name. But if they didn’t figure this out, what was the point of anything? What was the point of all this work if she couldn’t even save herself?

How could she protect her team when her choices were the ones hurting them? She’d been dying inside since Bailey’s death. She couldn’t give up now, she had to figure this out so he didn’t die in vain. But she wanted to give up, it was so much easier to lay down and die.

This isn’t how she imagined she’d end up. A broken marriage, at least she thought so, a broken team, a broken case, everything was tumbling down and she didn’t have the energy to build them back up anymore. She always wondered how some people could die with so much happiness accepting that they didn’t do everything they wanted to. That was one of the qualities that made you fall for her.

She didn’t stop till she got what she wanted. That’s how you agreed to go on one date with her. She was insistent that she was the one for you. At first you didn’t want to, not wanting to be with someone so ambitious since it could end badly, later she showed you that you were the only one she wanted.

Letting out a shaking breath, Emily looked below, the who-ing of the owls seemed to be her only company that night. The stars were shining above her, she was jealous of them. How could they live so peacefully without worry. They were taunting her with their beauty.

Almost like the first time you and her met. She smiled at the memory, her time of youth escaped her but she never seemed to forget it.

You were one of Garcia‘s friends, she met you during one of her baking lessons, and got to know you during one of her cooking lessons. You were skilled in both, your nimble fingers kneading the dough, your hands holding the sharp knife as you made precise cuts on the vegetables.

Emily could’ve never been prepared for the day you’d given Penelope a visit at work. She practically choked on her coffee the moment you walked in. You were stunning, your eyes soft like the morning rain, your face free from blemishes and impurities, even your hands looked extremely agile. Your presence alone cast an ethereal radiance around the room. “Hi, I’m Y/n Y/l/n, it’s nice to meet you…?”

Your brow arched, signaling her to introduce herself, Emily quickly stumbled to her feet with a goofy smile. She was enchanted by your shining grin. Internally, she was panicking so bad she couldn’t even think about what comes out of her mouth next, she was too busy staring at your tits.

“Prentits, Emily” she said a little too confidently, she slapped a hand over her mouth as Morgan barrel rolled on the floor in laughter. Rossi, JJ, and Penelope were snickering in the background. Hotch and Reid stood with shocked expressions, for once, Aaron had cracked a smile.

”I’m sorry! I meant Emily Prentiss, it’s nice to meet you as well” her voice got more silent with each word, the red hue over taking her face. You laughed, “it’s okay, Emily,” you leaned into her ear, “but next time just ask to look at them.”

Emily snorted to herself, still looking into the dark nothingness below her. A soft chuckle escaped her, even the darkness seemed more peaceful than whatever she had going on. In those few minutes that she had stared into the oblivion, she realized, it wasn’t too late to fix things. At least with you anyway, she just hoped that you’d still want her after everything she had put you through.

The guilt of leaving you alone for so long clawed at her. As she now hurried down the halls, she thought of you. That smile that could make her melt, the laugh that could infect anybody, and those arms that held her close when no one understood her.

Even in the car, the first thing that played was your favorite song. She slammed her fist against the console, the pain was agonizing but that was the least of her problems. Her fingers gripped around the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white and cramped. As she speeded home, she realized that she dearly missed your lips. Your soft, delicate, and loving lips. Even the first time the both of you had said you loved each other, she knew that you were gonna kiss her in a way that was gonna screw her up forever.

At the door of your shared house, she felt a sinking feeling in her chest, her hands turned clammy. It was like she was sent back to when she was ask you out on a date again. Except this time she was asking for your forgiveness.

She brought out her house keys, unlocked the door, and stepped in. The inside was still dimly lit so she knew you were awake, probably staying up late again. “Baby? I’m home!” Emily called out, shutting the door behind her, making sure to lock it before venturing deeper into the home. She heard shuffling from upstairs, it stopped for a moment before the sound of your footsteps made their way down. She was nervous, the smell of smoke on her clothes. It stood out from the scent of the rest of the house.

It smelt of you and your soft smelling vanilla perfume. You smiled seeing her, though the emotions in you remained conflicted. “Em, you’re home, I thought you were gonna be working late again” You chuckled lightly, nothing was funny. She messed up and you knew it, she knew it. So, why couldn’t you just go ahead and scream your feelings out. That’s what you wanted to do days ago, but not now that you see her face…you don’t feel so angry anymore.

“No, I needed to come home. I needed to see you, I’m-” Emily abruptly stopped her sentence to swallow the sound of her breaking voice, she never minded being emotional in front of you. Now, she couldn’t bear to cry in front of you. She felt she didn’t deserve to, you’re the victim here, after all. It was selfish to take that away from you. She was selfish. That’s all she had been for weeks now.

“I’m going insane, y/n. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, I’m not alright.” She admitted it, she was scared and confused. She felt like some little kid in the corner after doing something bad and not knowing it was. She didn’t know how to cope with any of this. It was too big to do alone. She couldn’t ask you to help her, not when she’s already taken so much from you.

As Emily’s eyes began to sting, the tears pooling. Yet, she didn’t let them fall. She couldn’t, it wasn’t right. “You smell like smoke again, what happened this time?” You asked, brushing past her and walking into the kitchen. You fixed Emily a glass of cold water, “I messed up some case, I’m on restricted duty. The BAU is Dave’s now. I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” She said through a shaky sigh, leaning on the kitchen island, the marble cold to the touch. You were slightly shocked that she would actually tell you, most of the time she wouldn’t tell you anything. You understood that even knowing a little bit could endanger you both so you never pressed. “Have you eaten?”

Emily crossed her arms, sniffling and looking at her with a blank expression. You knew that look, she was trying to profile you. “Emily, if you’re trying to profile me, it’s not gonna work.” You said sternly, getting the ingredients out for beef and broccoli, one of her favorites.

“Okay, I’m sorry…” she replied, biting her lip. “No, I haven’t” she added after a moment of silence. You smiled to yourself, “Good, I haven’t had dinner yet”

The silence was oddly comfortable, it gave Emily a sense of false comfort. She watched you cook as she idly played with her fingers. You could’ve called it a night ages ago and gone to bed not talking to her at all. Instead, you chose to stay and make food. You always stayed silent when you were mad, you came from a home with screaming being the norm. You hated yelling at someone out of anger, you hated it with your heart and soul. Even now if someone yells at you in anger, the tears will pool and won’t stop streaming down your face. Your breathing turns shallow and the tightness in your chest the least of your concerns.

As you finished cooking the food, the steam drifted into the air, eventually filling up the whole kitchen. Both of you quickly ate the food, silently glancing at each ofher when the other ‘wasn’t’ looking. Emily didn’t know what to say, and you didn’t want to say anything.

The older woman went upstairs to change, and hopefully get a shower. It had been a few days since she’s had a good shower. One where she felt relaxed and fresh. You washed the dishes, humming to yourself as you thought about the situiation you were in. You wanted so badly to be angry with her but, there was something that kept you from feeling anything about what was happening. Your face would contort into an expression of anger but you didn’t feel it.

You completed the rest of the cleaning and headed upstairs, maybe you’d be able to get a good sleep tonight. You always slept best with Emily in bed with you, she just gave you a sense of comfort that no one else could give you.

Already in some pjs, you brushed your teeth and washed your face. With a heavy sigh, you pulled your body up to sit on the counter. You had grabbed your phone, scrolling on social media as you flossed with a floss pick. You heard the shower stop but you didn’t look up, too interested in a News article you read. It was an article about ‘Gold Star’. A case Emily was on, he was clearly dangerous and had already killed the spouse of one of his latest victims who was also a cop. That must’ve been why she’s been down at the office, at least, that’s what you heard from Pen.

“Damn it…” Emily muttered, pulling a silk robe over her thin pjs. Her hair was soaking wet, and her face free of makeup, she was looking for something. “Have you seen my towel?” She asked, looking at the rack then back inside the shower. You looked down and saw you were sitting on it, lifting a thigh, you grabbed it and handed it to her.

She smiled at you, drying her silver locks with the towel. Walking over to the sink, she began doing her skincare routine. You stared at her, a blank expression on your face, she looked so focused.

You felt the urge to reach out and touch her face when she finished, she looked like a supermodel in this light. I’m any light actually, she was a timeless beauty you couldn’t get enough of. That was when you felt it, the subtle shake of your hands, the sting of your eyes, the flips of your stomach, the drowning feeling, and the way you bit the inside of your cheek.

Emily looked at herself in the mirror before looking over at you with concern, your eyes filled with hurt. She hummed softly, placing a hand on yours, squeezing it as a way to ground you. “I love you, Emily Prentiss…so much that you piss me off,” You said with a hushed tone, as if you’d be scolded for speaking normally.

“I love you more, my precious girl” Emily kissed each of your knuckles, kissing up your arm as she moved to slip herself in between your legs. She eventually got up to kiss your lips, it was quick, a big dose of comfort, for Emily at least.

“Don’t say things that aren’t true…” You insisted, placing your hands on her shoulders, the robe damp from her wet hair. “You left me, for almost a whole week and a half with minimal to no contact, you didn’t even check in with me so I knew you were alive and breathing.”

Emily looked down in shame, she wished to take it all back. “I had to hold on to the hope that you were okay, and I had to get updates from the team, who you never seem to interact with anyway.” You sniffled, toying with her hair. “I know about this whole ‘Gold Star’ thing. The information went public, most of it anyway. So, please tell me what’s bothering you. Please…” You admitted, holding her face so she would look at you.

“Baby, Gold Star…he’s a dangerous man, after what happened with Don Bertoli” she paused, wiping her tears away, refusing to let them fall. She’s been doing that often now, you noticed since she was always comfortable crying around you. “I couldn’t handle you living in fear, I couldn’t handle us living in fear. A part of it was because I was so focused on this case, I hardly thought about anything else other than the case, and you. I know that sounds weird but, every decision I made was made because I thought I could protect you.” She kissed your palm, looking at you with the same adoration and love she had been for years, “If Don, this big muscular man, can’t stop him from killing his wife. How can I stop him?” She sobbed, hugging you close.

“Ever since this case even started, I changed so much. I hate it. I let a serial killer out of his cage to work among profilers like he meant something. I kept a secret from JJ that I shouldn’t have, I ruled over my team like a tyrant instead of working with them. I’m…turning into my mother, just like I thought I would. But the only question I have is…why haven’t you left me yet?” Emily sniffled, tears stains on your sleep attire. You pulled away from the hug and held her head, wiping away the tears with your thumbs.

She looked so fragile, like could crack of you touched her. You rarely saw her break, Emily was always the strong one even in the relationship. She took pride in opening jars, carrying bags, doing any sort of lifting. She also compartmentalized like her life depended on it because it kind of did.

”You are not going to be like your mother, you are my wonderful, amazing, ambitious, smart, hilarious, stunning, annoying wife. You’re my everything in one and I love you for it. I haven’t left you because I made a very important promise to be yours forever. I intend to keep that promise, no matter what. Also, last time I checked, you have the most awesome team. So, if you fess up and take responsibility, they’ll accept you. Remember that you have to earn that trust back but, I know you care.” Emily let out a choked sob, she loved you more than anything. What did she do to deserve you?

“When you were gone that long, I didn’t mind that much. Until you stopped texting me back, I didn’t hear from you for days. I panicked, thinking you were mad and I spiraled, every possible out come in my head played out beside for this” You said, tucking a piece of damp hair behind her ear.

“What I mean is, I’m not going to tell you that this was okay, what I am gonna tell you is that I love you despite what happened.” You pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, she was hurting, you could tell from her face and mannerisms. You felt like you had spent a whole lifetime memorizing everything about her. Sometimes, it scared you. You knew things about her that even her team didn’t know, for you knew they’d never know.

With that, Emily burst into tears, hugging you tightly, pulling you as close to her as she could.

You’ve missed her dearly, nothing in existence or nonexistent could keep you from loving her. You feel every emotion at once yet none could rival the pure love you felt for the woman. She’s gone through hell & earth to have you. Now, you were ready to do the same for her.

She’s saved you from a maniac serial killer once, the least you could do was be here when you needed her. You knew she’d return the favor, you preferred to have her be alright before returning anything. After all, you taught middle schoolers for a living, you had your moments but thankfully there was never anything much.

“I’m sorry, so, so sorry” She sobbed, her head buried in between the crevice between your neck and shoulder. Her body slotted so perfectly with yours that you were convinced she was made for you. “I forgive you, always”

You felt her arms tighten around you, she sniffled looking up into your eyes. Pressing a kiss to your lips, she played with your hair, twirling it between her fingers.

She didn’t know what was waiting for her in the future, she was unsure of a lot of things. One thing was certain, that you were hers, and she was yours. She’d find a way to cross realities if it meant being with you.

As the night went on, both felt as though they could stay their forever. Intertwined. Sewn together. Forevermore.

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UHM. THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR A WHILE.

This is a nice appetizer for all the fics I’m about to serve to you guysssss. I hope you enjoyed restricted duty Emily :)

#open requests #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #criminal minds #cm #david rossi #penelope garcia #derek morgan #i love her

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ancha-aus · 9 months ago

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Ghosts & Medium AU Drabble - First Encounter

Because we all know. I have no self control :D

I don't know if this will become a serie like RealAgeAU.

This drabble is more of a thank you to all the lovely people who interacted with me over this idea and added their own little ideas and headcanons <3 So this is for all of you <3 (also i named Ghost Papyrus Ash because I like the name combination of Dust and Ash. Dust to dust and ashes to ashes kinda deal/joke)

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Dust taps the steering wheel as he drives through the town. Many people shoot his van worried and suspicious looks but he really doens't care that much.

Ash does not agree.

"If they know what is good for them they will stop this idiotic behaviour!" Ash huffs and grumbles as he floats around the top of the van, only his skull and hands available to him in this phantom form. "They are already lucky we are willing to give them our presence!!"

Dust hums as he follows the road "It isn't big of a deal."

Dust stops their van at the end of the road and grabs his laptop. a beat up old model but it works for what he wants. He only uses it for work stuff anyway. he opens his email and checks the address "We are here." he looks up and spots the house the email describes.

Ash huffs but floats near his shoulder "stupid white family who moved into an obviously haunted house again?"

Dust snorts and shrugs "Maybe. The man didn't specify. still." he grins at his brother "wanne bet?"

Ash looks unamused "I don't bet with you anymore."

Dust shrugs "your lose. Either way. I bet that this is the same old story. a white family moved to this very cheap mansion because the father was convinced this change of environment would solve all their issues, which are mostly that he cheated on his wife with his twenty year younger assistant."

Ash huffs unimpressed and just points pointedly at the house "Do your job. What can we expect here?"

Dust sighs but focusses on the house in the distance as he slowly opens his aura and soul for influence. Doing this near a lot of spirits leaves him at the risk of being possessed. which is why he does this only from a large distance and when he doens't sense other spirits nearby.

Dust hums as he focusses "okay... I think this may be a poltergeist? Though a very powerful one." he shoots Ash a look "best you dont go on a recon mission." he turns his driver's chair around and gets up to look through his shelve.

Ash grumbles behind him but doesn't fly off to investigate on his own. Ash as phantom is very stealthily and able to get anywhere he wants. But it leaves him weak to other spirit types.

Dust first grabs the pendant to strenghten Ash, which he tugs away in his scarf. Next he grabs a notebook and pen. An ouija board. a ghost radio.

He considers his tools before also grabbing the EMF meter and a handheld thermometer.

Ash laughs "You don't need those. if you are right and it is a poltergeist you just need to follow the floating and throwing objects to find it."

Dust shrugs "They may not be active. and stop calling your fellow spirits 'it's. it is rude." he gets out of his van and locks it before walking the last bit of the distance towards the house. Ash grumbles unhappily but follows him.

They get to the mansion together and find the family out in the garden. camping. huh. Honestly good idea on their part. just camping just outside the house.

The man had been holding a sniffing girl before catching sight of him.

The man looks excited as he hands the girl to the grown woman. the wife then it seems.

The husband rushes over "You are here! please help us!"

Dust tilts his skull and studies the scene before looking back at husband "hello. How long have you been having this spirit in your lives?"

The man sighs and moves to speak but the wife gets to his side "please love. lets first let our guest sit and we can all tell him what we saw."

Dust tilts his skull at her "Normally people don't believe in what i do."

the wife laughs but looks tired "I didn't believe in ghosts before until my house suddenly got haunted out of nowhere. And the priests we hired started to lose their minds. You get more openminded after that experience."

They end up sitting together in the grass as they explain that this was a house they bought about ten years ago. and that they never had these problems before until a month or so ago. that knives started flying and attacking them and how they couldn't feel safe anymore. How many had tried to demand the ghost to leave or tried to make it leave but nothing worked.

Dust looks at the small list he made and nods "i will need to find out why they dont leave." normally something keeps a spirit anchored to this realm and reality. it is strange that this spirit moved in without having a reason.

or at least it seems like that.

Dust asks if there seems to be a room where the spirit is most active and the family tells him it seems to be the living room though they have also been haunting the master bedroom a lot.

Dust nods and walks towards the front door. Already noticing the presence of the spirit as he gets near. He opens the front door and waits for a moment.

silence. No movement. an unnatural darkness.

Is the spirit taking energy from the environment to get this powerful? Normally they tend to feed on fear or memories. taking it from the environment is rare but not unheard of.

Dust makes sure to keep his voice calm and even "Hello. I am coming in okay?" he waits for a moment before nodding and stepping inside.

The door slams shut behind him and Dust nods "fair enough. can't have a draft form." he glances around. He needs to make a choice. living room or bed room.

He goes towards the living room. That one is generally more socially acceptable to visit on a first visit.

He gets to the room and looks around. It is a mess of furniture thrown over and broken things. The TV is static and everything is lit up with that greyish light.

Dust takes a moment to get comfortable at the coffee table as he sits with his legs crossed on the ground "Hello. I would like to ask you some questions if that is okay."

More silence but no hostile auras around him.

Dust nods and takes out the ways to help the spirit communicate "Do you have a prefered way to speak?" he points at the notebook, the radio and the ouija board.

A laugh in the air and Dust searches for the source. The longer he is near spirits the easier for him it becomes to hear and see them. He can see the outline of the spirit and watches them.

The laughted stops and the spirit floats closer to the offered items. they seem to nudge some of them before huffing.

Dust nods "no preference? we can try to just communicate as is then?"

The other stops and turns to face him. More details are becoming clear to Dust as the spirit remains near. They seem to have been a skeleton before, or they just prefer that form now.

The spirit chuckles and leans on their fist as they lay on their front in the air "sure. sounds fun."

their voice is still a little hard to understand but Dust can manage. He will have a headache after this however. That always happens when he communicates like this with new spirits.

Dust nods before putting the offered tools away before grabbing his own notebook for his personal notes "Hello, do you have a name that i can refer to you with? and do you have a preference in pronounce or gender to be referred with?" and he waits.

The spirit, becoming more and more clear to him, stares at him before speaking with that crackling and static voice "Killer. I am a guy."

Dust nods and notes it down "Killer. Hello. I am Dust. I was hoping you could answer some of my questions." more of a statement but an important one to make.

Killer nods and shrugs as answer. Okay that is good. no obvious hostile air just yet. Killer is also becoming more and more visible the longer he is not hostile. Dust can make out the skeleton with a bright red target in front of his sternum. the sweater and pants he is wearing. most telling however? the dark and empty sockets adn the black tears.

spirit forms usually say a lot about how a spirit died. The best way to make a spirit leave is to help them move on which is about 9 out of 10 times connected to their death.

So... no eye lights... hopeless situation? black tears. very traumatic? that is all he has so far and that is just speculations.

Dust asks his first question "How long have you been a spirit?"

Killer blinks before shooting him a grin "Checking if i am legal? Don't worry! I am well beyond the legal age." and he winks.

Dust blinks as Ash is silent by his side. okay. not the kind of answer he had been expecting. but better than being hostile...

Dust gives a slow nod as he makes a note "so you have been a spirit for a while. how long have you been at this place specifically?"

Killer shrugs as he thinks "little while. a month ish? so i am open to running away wiht you." and he grins at him again.

Ash grumbles angerly behind him "I think a murderous spirit is better than whatever is going on here."

Dust decides to not pay much attention to the flirsts and stay on track "Where were you before you moved here?"

Killer grins "In some other house with other people."

dust nods and continues "Why did you leave that place?"

Killer grins as he leans on his fist. staring at him "They moved and no one new moved in."

Dust frowns and asks "isnt that your aim? By haunting them? To make them leave? To have your own place for just yourself?"

Killer freezes for a moment and seems to grow a bit more static. Then he grins wider and leans closer to him "I mean. I would love to have my own house! Especially as that is seen as hot right? Having your own place." Killer winks at him again "Make sure no one interrupts our alone time?"

Ash makes gagging sounds behind him as Dust notes down 'doesnt want to be alone.'

Dust thinks for a moment before speaking again "You seem very focussed on being near others. does that mean you regret being alone?" just get more information.

Killer grins "The only thing i regret is not meeting you earlier."

Dust hums as he thinks. He doesn't seem to have any regrets. So his death and lingering isn't regret related.

It goes on like this for hours. Dust asking Killer questions and Killer replying with somekind of pickup line or other flirt with tiny bits of informations within those answers.

By the time it is evening Dust has a small list of things that seem to be trauma related but not any closer to actually getting the spirit to move on.

Dust says his goodbye as he moves towards the door only for the door of the living room to slam shut. Dust looks at it before turning back to Killer "Yes? Was there something?"

Killer looks downright panicked "Where are you going? Don't leave!"

yeah that is very obviously trauma related to being alone. maybe left behind? abandoned by someone Killer cared a lot about? Maybe that explains the flirting?

Dust speaks "I was going to go eat and sleep. I need to it to live." and he waits.

Killer frowns as he rubs his arms and eyes the door "And you will be back?"

Dust nods "I was planning on it. If i am welcome."

Killer thinks but nods. the door behind him unlocks and opens and Dust hears a second door do the same in the distance.

Dust nods and leaves the house. he gives the family a quick update that it may take a while longer as he tries to figure this out. then he goes to get his van and park it closer.

This may be a bit of a tricky case after all.

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and then in the end dust never managed to get killer to move on and killer ended up stalkign him instead <3

A drabble for this silly au!! I love seeing everyones ideas and headcanons and i hope this helps you guys to also keep interacting with me about this :D <3

part 2 - New Haunting

#utmv #ghosts & medium AU #Dust sans #killer sans #ghost papyrus #Kist #kinda feels like i am trying to bribe you all #Like 'here... have a drabble. just keep talking with me about this :3'#I mean... if it works ....#Also yes Killer fell in love in the first conversation and promoted himself to Love Interest #They will make it work. Or at least Killer will make it work!

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radiation · 7 months ago

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Ok here are my brief thoughts on Mouthwashing. SPOILERS WARNING And mostly negative sorry. Lots of things i liked but i think most ppl have said that stuff already so i wont repeat it

Loved the art direction, really loved the dialogue, I enjoyed the game a lot in the first half. Unfortunately towards the halfway point where it began leaning further into the horror game shit it really started losing me. The gameplay segments where you get chased around by something or other were seriously just horrendously, horrendously badly designed and a lot of the puzzles felt repetitive or inscrutable (Altho keep in mind I'm terrible at solving puzzles/finding shit in video games. When people talk about "yellow paint" I'm 100% who that shit is for)

It wasnt just the gameplay though, I also just wasn't a huge fan of the metaphorical / scary visuals / out-of-body experience stuff. I felt it slowed down the pace of events and put a barrier between me and the reality of the story being told. It rarely communicated new plot points and ideas and mostly restated information I'd already received verbally in an abstract way. Yes they were visually stunning, very technically impressive, and a few felt genuinely novel and well-placed (the reveal of the mouthwash ad on the TV fucking ruled), but I feel like for the most part those moments were almost obligatorily following modern indie horror game trends. I understand the point of that kind of stuff and it definitely can be effective, but idk i see it so much Im just personally very tired of it unless it really justifies its own existence, and in this case i unfortunately felt it didnt

I also didnt find the sort of "twist" with the main character very compelling and the more extreme his actions became the more I became disappointed. Like once you start getting a guy feeding another dude his own leg at a table with a bunch of dead ppl set on chairs with party hats on (even if its intended to be metaphorical) you have killed my suspension of disbelief. Especially since the character work at the beginning of the game felt a lot more grounded it was just like really. I get its horror but thats trite as fuck sorry.

A lot of this comes down to personal preference but if it were me Id have pared down the gameplay so its more towards the visual novel direction and made the scenario and character behaviors toward the end more grounded/real world so the horror comes more from the Real Fucked Up And Horrible Shit That Is Actually Happening, not the abstraction of it. I really found the character dialogue so much more compelling, original, and better at communicating ideas than the metaphorical visuals, so just own that instead. Like i personally wouldnt have had much of this stuff or any at all but again, definitely personal preference, so if it we're going middle ground -- horror visuals can still exist in some form, but i think would be better as a backdrop that fades in and out rather than being something that, in order to experience, you have to totally disengage with the story at hand for long stretches

Another thing I felt and like, sorry this is pretty mean, but as much as people praise the story it really isn't doing much of anything new or different. It's largely well-executed, but as far as sci-fi and horror goes, it's really quite generic. A well-put together combination of a handful of movies and games and whatnot, but rarely much more than the sum of its parts. The moments where it went beyond that were in the very real-life themes and the character work, which again got lost little by little due to its increasing insistence on being an indie horror game. The point for me isn't that everything has to be totally original and not at all contrived, like familiar ideas being well executed can be really really powerful, its more that with all the issues there were i didnt feel the story was strong enough to completely redeem it

Also slowly dawned on me that Anya is pretty much just shelley duvall and it started bothering me like i couldnt stop seeing it

+ I found the writing kind of misogynist. Anya isnt a bad character but if you look at all the individual points of her character its like wow you had to have the singular woman in the cast have literally all of those traits and all of those things happen to her? Its very like 1980s male auteur movie director type shit. And if the shelley duvall thing wasnt a total coincidence that like, especially does not put a good taste in my mouth

Also Swansea fucking rules best character eva

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cairavende · 2 years ago

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Worm Arc 11 thoughts (pre-interludes):

Taylor's dad sees his daughter for the first time since she ran away. Since the fucking Endbringer attack! And literally says the line "“I need to go handle this" about a fucking work thing. No Danny. You do not NEED TO HANDLE THIS. God damn. It is fucking hard to be a co-parent for Taylor when I'm the only one doing any parenting!

Speaking of parenting - Taylor, you really should get some therapy. That was a pretty detailed level of fucked up nightmare you had. I love you and just want you to take care of yourself.

Skitter just like "all right, for day 1 I'm going to gain complete fucking control over my territory and establish myself as an unkillable bug goddess". And then she worries if she is doing enough!

Seriously though, letting that guy stab her and counting on her costume to block the knife? Fucking baller move. Also stupidly risky. So pretty much on point for my wonderful but stress inducing bug daughter.

And then she just sits in her chair drinking tea while she destroys two groups of Merchants? Doesn't just beat them, but absolutely terrorizes them. Lights one of them on fire with their own matches! WITH BUGS! I love her so much.

She also gained two minions as a side bonus to controlling her territory. And ensured their loyalty and dedication to her.

For real. Sierra would take a bullet. She'd die for Taylor. But Charlotte? Charlotte would kill for Taylor.

The speech Taylor gave Charlotte when giving her the options "leave town" or "work for me" was so well done! Came across as incredibly fair so Charlotte couldn't complain, but also just tied her in a little bundle all nice and neat. Set her up to want to work for you. Very nicely done. Taylor clearly has been learning from Lisa.

We're just pretty much giving up on that whole secret identity thing huh? It just started cascading out of control quite quickly. I don't expect Taylor and Skitter to be different people for much longer.

Lisa and Taylor went to a party together! A shitty villain party that was dangerous and almost killed them. But villain prom is villain prom. GAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Just a number of good Chatterbug (Smugbug) moments here.

Lisa has a MURDER WALL! AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I love her so fucking much and I will just sit in there with her working on the murder wall for hours. (She isn't trying to solve a murder so I know it isn't technically a murder wall, but it's a murder wall cause that's the best name.)

Fucking Bryce. Sure went through a lot of trouble for that asshole.

Skidmark just doing a thunderdome up in here. Some people use their powers for cool things and others build a fence.

Also really not seeming to do great for loyalty. Like ya you get a cape or two out of it but it left everyone in your gang not trusting anyone else.

I love everyone in Faultline's crew. Newter was my favorite but Shamrock may have beaten him out. I always loved Domino and Shamrock gives the same vibe.

Newter got a few good Nightcrawler like moments here too which was fun (grabbing things with his tail, talking to people from weird perches).

God DAMN Labyrinth is powerful. Like I knew she was but getting to see it. Holy shit. That was so fucking cool. Literal goddess of reality right here.

I'm really excited to learn more about Cauldron and the superhero in a can stuff. Very Weapon X with the memory wiping and such. (I'm just really on an X-men comparison thought process right now I guess)

Taylor "I'm not a skilled combatant" Hebert over here as she dual wields knives and successfully fights off multiple people, most bigger than her, while specifically using non-lethal attacks on them. Taylor that isn't what "not skilled" means!

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CHILD, STOP GETTING HIT IN THE HEAD! I WORRY!

Seeing the trigger event thing was really cool. I don't think the fact that any cape near a trigger event appears to almost pass out has been mentioned before. Obviously in universe know one would know anything beyond them appearing to stumble, but still. And we got to see more of the higher dimension beings. We in Flatland now.

Oh god there is so much more I think I'm missing huge amounts. AHHH!!!

Oh, this is important. While describing Mush Taylor says "He bore a resemblance to a particular pink skinned, scrawny goblin of a creature from those fantasy movies." That open endedness of that context made me decide she must be talking about The Goblin King in Labyrinth. David Bowie. But to keep things simple, since it might seem like she is talking about Gollum, I decided that on Earth Bet David Bowie played Gollum in the Lord of the Rings movies. This is canon as far as I am concerned.

That does also mean Mush looks at least a little bit like David Bowie.

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #Chatterbug #Smugbug #Taylor Hebert #MURDERWALL!!!#Lisa Wilbourn #My daughter is so terrifying and she absolutely does not realize how much #The feelings Taylor had when she realized how terrifyingly powerful Labyrinth was is the same feeling everyone else has around Taylor #She literally is one step away from turning any moment into a horror movie. I love her so much.

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cherryeol04 · 2 years ago

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In Darkness (M)

➻ Pairings: Minsung x Jisung

➻ Genre: paranormal au, horror au, psychic bond au

➻ Additional: humor, lust at first sight

➻ Word Count: 3.7K

➻ Warnings: N/A

➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!

"This is going to be so easy." Jisung grinned as he reread the email for what felt like the millionth time. It was a simple request from a corner shop owner needing Jisung's help to figure out why “unexplainable” things were happening. Jisung was sure it was probably just another prankster ghost that didn't want to move on for one reason or another and a simple talking from Minho would get them to move towards the light. They had done it a dozen times.

Or maybe this time it would be a hoax - a rare situation but one that Jisung thoroughly enjoyed exploiting. It was fun watching the hoaxers trying to keep up with the lie when Jisung had an actual ghost with him that could cause so much more chaos than any human.

Speaking of Minho...

"What do you think?" he asked as he turned around, eyes meeting nothing. Yet the air around him crackled with electrical static that assured him Minho was there. Or at least listening. "Minho?"

"I think fame is getting to your head. No case should be easy, Sungie."

The words echoed through his ears as if spoken aloud, but Jisung had long since realized that Minho was only speaking in his mind. A neat "ghostie power" that Jisung loved, though it had brought up concerns that Minho could read his mind.

He couldn't, thankfully.

"What do you mean? All our cases have been easy. A poltergeist that needed to be cleansed. A weeping mother reunited with her dead child. A young woman's bones finally found and laid to rest. Cut and dry cases, my man." The earring dangling from his left ear twirled and swung at Minho's obvious displeasure.

"I am not "your man"."

"You're right. You're my kitten." The static around him faded and Jisung could just picture Minho standing there flustered beyond belief, his ears a pale shade of red. Jisung never would have guessed that ghosts could blush, but ever since discovering Minho, he was learning a lot about the paranormal that he never knew before. "Your silence says it all, my cute little kitten." He cooed.

"Jisung!" Jisung winced at the sudden hiss, recoiling violently because fuck if that wasn't right in his ear brain. "Shut up and we're not doing this case. We need to stop."

"Why?" Jisung asked, confused. "I just said he was going to be an easy case. We go in, you do your ghostie thing, I tell the person the deed is done and we're out of there."

"Mmm." Jisung didn't like that noise. It never bolded well for him. "Yes, that's how it'll go. I'll do all the hard work and you'll take all the credit."

"Well duh, it's not like I can just say 'hey my ghost friend is gonna speak to the other ghost and get rid of it'. They would lock me up so fast." Jisung frowned as a thought ran through his mind. "I'm not crazy anymore," he muttered.

"You could be a little more appreciative of what I do, instead of jumping onto the next case."

"I tell you "good job" all the time!"

The air around him suddenly turned stale and Jisung realized that perhaps that wasn't the right thing to say. Sighing softly, he turned back in his chair and leaned back into it. "Min, come on. I'm sorry." He quickly apologized, swallowing thickly at how dry his mouth felt. "Babe, please? Let's just do this one more case."

"Do it yourself."

The finality in the tone that rang in his ears was chest clenching. Jisung hadn't meant to piss off Minho, but surely the other knew how much Jisung appreciated him. He really couldn't do this ghost-solving all on his own.

Or could he?

It shouldn't be that hard. Sure he wouldn't have an actual spirit to tell him what was going on, but Jisung had done enough cases to know the basics of it. It shouldn't be that hard then. Grinning, Jisung sat forward and hit reply on the email, typing a quick message agreeing to come out to the shop and do an initial consultation and walkthrough.

He's got this.

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Jisung winced as more fireworks went off above him. He completely forgot that Saturday was the Cherry Blossom Festival. If he had remembered, he certainly wouldn't have scheduled the walkthrough that night. At least the roads and sidewalks were practically empty, the majority of the city folk were at the national park to celebrate. The walk from his apartment to his destination was made in silence, his earring dangling lifelessly. Minho had been giving him the cold shoulder for a few days now and Jisung was really starting to miss the spirit. It was like a part of his soul was missing, even if they were still connected through the earring.

"I can do this. I'll show him. I'll solve this case all on my own." It was a useless pep talk, but somehow seemed to encourage Jisung regardless. Checking the map on his phone, Jisung stopped in his tracks and looked to his right. There stood a moderately sized building with a neon sign reading "Red Lights Toy Shop." The windows were tinted, so Jisung couldn't see what was inside, but just from the outer context clues, he was pretty positive that this wasn't a kid's toy store. With a deep breath, Jisung walked up to the door and opened it. He was greeted with bright lights and shelves of vibrant adult toys.

"Just my luck," he muttered as he stepped inside and looked around. Right off the bat, he could see rows of dildos and vibrators, a few shelves of lube, and a couple of glass cases that held some sort of weird medical devices, or so he assumed. Jisung wasn't too versed in all the types of sex toys in the world. He was only familiar with the basics and the sizes they can range in.

"Hello?" Jisung's voice seemed to echo in a way that wasn't possible, but perhaps that was just his own mind playing tricks on him, making him believe the place was just as empty as how his head and heart felt without Minho being around. Or maybe that was just philosophical bullshit and the acoustics in the shop were just shit. "Anyone here?" Jisung trekked deeper into the store carefully, eyes drawn to the multitude of pretty colors on display, one in particular catching his eye. It was a ghastly pale dildo, unnatural in both length and girth. The name on the box read "Ghost Rider" and just under it was a small sticker exclaiming that the toy glowed in the dark.

There was an obvious reason Jisung was drawn to it, mind wandering right back to his ghostly partner. Reaching up, he touched his earring gently, a small crackling sizzle sounding as an electric current coursed through his fingers causing them to tingle. It was a small sign from Minho that he was there and the weight that Jisung didn't even know he was carrying was lifted. Relaxing slightly, Jisung grabbed the box off the shelf and turned it over, reading over the item description and functions.

"That's one of our most popular items."

Jisung let out a terrified and high-pitched scream, dropping the box in his hands as he whipped around quickly, eyes landing on the man standing behind him. A tall, blond and handsome man that hadn't been there fifteen seconds ago.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" He sounded concerned, but the bemused smirk gracing his plump lips said otherwise.

"F-Fine." Jisung squeaked out, heart hammering in his chest. He took a deep breath and swallowed, trying to will his fear away. "Warn a guy next time."

"Sorry, thought you heard me." Mr. Handsome shrugged. If it wasn't illegal for someone to be so breathtakingly gorgeous, it should be. And Jisung just may start that petition. But at a different time, he needed to focus on the job at hand.

"It's fine." He cleared his throat and dusted off the front of his white shirt. "I'm looking for Mr. Hwang."

"That would be me." Mr. Handsome Hwang flashed a charming smile.

'Don't swoon. Do not swoon.' Jisung chanted over and over. "Nice to meet you, I'm Jisung."

"Ah!" Recognition flickered across Mr. Handsome Hwang's face. "Mr. Han! Thank you so much for coming. Please, call me Hyunjin." Hyunjin grabbed Jisung's hand and shook it enthusiastically to the point that the rest of Jisung's body was shaking with it.

"Pleasure's all mine." Jisung carefully extracted his hand from the other's grip, shaking some feeling back into it before letting it fall. "So, would you like to give me a little bit more backstory?" he asked.

“Of course, of course.” Hyunjin ran his fingers through his hair, simultaneously looking so innocent and hot. The man should honestly be a model. Why was he running an adult shop anyway? “Let’s go to the back room.” The shiver Jisung experienced was completely involuntary, or at least that’s what he told himself as he nodded and followed Hyunjin to the back room.

The moment he entered the room, another shiver ran through Jisung, and not a good one. It was so cold, unnaturally so. Though Hyunjin just waltzed in seemingly unaffected. Maybe this was the normal temperature of the room? “Have a seat.” Hyunjin motioned to the empty computer chair. Jisung hesitated for a moment before walking over to it and taking a seat. “So, where should I start?”

“From the beginning.” Jisung grinned. “When did you first notice things happening?”

Hyunjin hummed as he moved to lean against the edge of the desk, facing Jisung. “About six months ago.” His expression was pensive. “I bought this place second hand and at first everything was fine. I had it remodeled for a better layout for the toys and I’ve seen enough ghost shows to know that activity starts when remodeling happens.” He snorted. “So imagine my surprise when remodeling finished and it took another three months before anything even happened!” The longer he talked the more animated Hyunjin became, arms flailing and Jisung was a little scared he would get hit.

He did want to interrupt him, however, letting him know that not all activity starts when the resting place of a spirit is disturbed. It could take any amount of time. But Jisung felt like if he did interrupt Hyunjin, he would somehow be on the receiving end of an accidental blow from excitement. So he thought it better to just stay quiet for now.

“But once it got started, it really took off.”

“What exactly has been happening?”

Hyunjin paused, staring long and hard at Jisung, unnerving him. It almost felt like Hyunjin had just ‘shut down’ in a way. Like he was a robot. After a few long, suffering moments of silence, Hyunjin blinked and nodded his head slowly. “So at first it was just items being moved to different locations. Like instead of a bottle of lube being on its shelf, it was actually at the checkout counter.” he explained. Jisung reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, opening his note app and jotting down the activity.

“I just thought maybe I forgot where I put something.” Hyunjin shrugged. “Then it increased to the alarms going off at night. The motion sensors would be triggered and I would get calls from the alarm company and police and after reviewing the security cameras, there was nothing suggesting someone tried to break in.”

“No blind spots?” Jisung instantly asked, brow arching though he never looked away from his phone.

“None.”

“How often did the alarm go off?”

“At first it was only once every few weeks, but recently it became a daily occurrence to where I had to get rid of the alarm system altogether.” Hyunjin sighed heavily, shifting his position to lean the majority of his weight on the arm propped up on the desk.

“That sucks.” Jisung frowned and looked up at Hyunjin. “Anything else?” It really seemed like a simple case of a trickster ghost. One that just enjoyed playing pranks on the mortals and probably would easily move on if cleansed. Of course, cleansing was something that Jisung hated the most because it was difficult for him to get the ritual right. It was always easier to just have Minho convince the ghost to move on, but Jisung didn’t have Minho for this case.

“Well, yes.” Hyunjin whispered and the hesitation in his voice had Jisung perking up with curiosity. “More recently the activity has grown…physical.”

“Physical.” Jisung repeated, swallowing the lump that suddenly formed in his throat. “H-how so?”

“Employees would get pushed or scratched. It’s cliche I know.” Hyunjin shook his head. “And at first I thought they were just joking. It’s a running joke at the store that it’s haunted. But then one day I came in early to help with a shipment we just received and in the middle of taking inventory, I watched as my employee was shoved to the ground.”

“Shoved? Like, shoved?” Jisung asked stupidly, demonstrating with his hands a pushing motion.

“Yes. They were standing there and I could see their shoulders suddenly lurch forward and down they went.” Jisung nodded, making more notes. “They said they were pushed and their back was on fire. I was worried they had hurt themselves when they landed, so I went to look and there were four large scratches running from the top of their right shoulder, all the way down to the left side of their waist.”

That was just great. Scratches. That was more than just a ghost. Not that a ghost couldn’t be mean and physical. It wasn’t uncommon for intelligent hauntings to have some sort of physical activity but the scratches felt so malicious. But Jisung didn’t want to just jump to the conclusion so fast that it was a demon or something. If it was, then that meant this wasn’t an easy case and couldn’t be solved. Jisung had no experience with demons and had no religious affiliation.

Taking a few calming breaths, Jisung locked his phone and stood from the chair. “That’s quite a long list of activities and since it’s physical it’s really important that I start now to figure out what is really going on here and how to cease the activity.”

“Do you really think you can do that?” Hyunjin asked, eyes shining with skepticism that Jisung didn’t take kindly to. The other was the one who reached out to him in the first place. Why would he be skeptical that Jisung could help?

“Of course! I’m sure you’ve read on my website, the extensive experience I have and the many people I’ve helped. I’m confident I can help you too.” Hyunjin smiled and Jisung’s heart fluttered. God he really was a beautiful man, and so tempting. So so tempting.

“Alright, if you think so, then I’ll believe it too.”

“Great, so then if you don’t mind, I think I’ll just wander around a bit and get a reading of the store.”

“Sure, just be careful though. I’ll be back here if you need me.” Hyunjin moved and took a seat at the computer chair, waving to Jisung as the younger man left the room and headed back into the store front.

For a split second, the air sizzled and moved before dying down. Jisung looked around carefully, searching, but saw nothing. Reaching up, he touched his earring, but unlike earlier, he was greeted with stillness. He had hoped that the sudden current had meant Minho manifested and was ready to work with him. He was wrong. Minho was still avoiding him.

“Fine, I’ll do this myself.” he muttered lowly, flicking the earring in spite. It was stupid to fight about this, and Jisung knew it. But his pride wouldn’t let him apologize properly to Minho. The other really was just trying to look out for him, for them. Jisung wasn’t a greedy person, really he wasn’t. He hardly charged enough for the trouble they went through when confronting ghosts to get rid of. It wasn’t about the money. It was about helping others rid themselves of their paranormal nuisance.

No. That wasn’t right.

It was about helping the dead finally move on. To break their earthly ties so they could finally find peace. It’s what they all deserved.

It’s what Minho deserved.

Walking back into the store front, Jisung scanned the open area. It was the typical boxy layout, shelves lining the walls with a few free-standing cases in the middle of the room. There wasn’t a lot of product, but it was certainly enough variety to keep people coming back for years (or days depending on how quickly they went through toys). Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and while the place had a ‘creepy’ vibe, there was nothing that screamed “ghost!” Jisung sighed, shaking his head. This was usually the point in the investigation where Minho would walk around and tell him what entities were residing in the place, what their motives were and the best way of getting rid of them. This was definitely going to be harder than he thought.

“Okay, so if you were Minho…” Jisung trailed off as he wandered to one of the shelves in the middle of the room, taking in the various types of lube displayed. Flavored, silicon based, water based, even anal specific. It still amazed Jisung of the variety that exsisted. He always thought there was just one type of lube, but that’s what he got for shopping for lube at the local grocery store. As he was staring at the product, a chill ran down his spine - so freezing cold that his teeth chattered.

Turning quickly, he had expected to see Minho hovering behind him, but there was no one. From the corner of his eye, Jisung thought he saw something move, however, when he looked over, there was nothing there. Another chill ran through him, though it was less cold this time and more paralyzing. As if he were a deer caught in headlights, pinned down under an unseen stare. No matter what he tried to do, Jisung just couldn’t get his body to move, eyes locked on the corner of the room where he had thought he had seen movement.

Fear gripped his heart as he watched shadows crawl up the wall. A swirling mass of inky blackness that coiled and morphed into a figure. At first glance it looked like a solid mass, but the longer Jisung stood there, the more he could see that it wasn’t solid. The shadows were still swirling, twirling about in a mesmerizing rhythm. He felt like he was falling into a trance, the fear that once gripped him slowly melting away. Jisung knew this was bad, and that he shouldn’t be giving in. He should be fighting, but the shadows were calling to him, beckoning him to join them.

He took a step forward and the shadow creature growled, low and guttreal. The hairs on the back of Jisung’s neck stood on end at the sound. Another step and another growl followed, this time even deeper than the last - something Jisung didn’t think was possible. He could feel the rumble of it in his chest. A third step and Jisung knew this was it. Silence suddenly fell over him and not just the typical silence any person could find themselves in - this silence was devoid of any white noise. The absence of sound unnerved Jisung. He felt like he was in a void and maybe he was. This creature - entity - had sucked all the life out of the surrounding area, leaving him in an empty abyss. While he could still see the store, it was like he wasn’t physically there.

The entity growled again and against his own will his body took a fourth step. That was his undoing. The entity lurched forward and in a split second it closed the distance between them. A searing pain knocked the wind right out of him and Jisung was all too aware of the large fist now embedded in his chest- right over his heart - the pain radiating from it. Weakly, Jisung reached out and wrapped his fingers around the shadowy wrist. To his surprise, they didn’t phase through.

“F-fuck off.” he struggled to get out and while there were no noticeable facial features, Jisung could feel the anger radiating from the entity. The hand tightened and Jisung cried out in pain - his heart stuttering and struggling to continue pumping. His vision blurred, the edges growing black. The only thought running through his mind was that this was the end, this was how he was going to die. He really should have listened to Minho. God, he was such a fool!

“Jisung!”

As the world faded to black, Jisung felt the pain in his chest disappear.

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Jisung groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, pleasantly surprised to find himself in a dark room. Yet the cold water of reality washed over him as the previous events came rushing back. Jolting up, he looked around frantically, searching for the entity that had tried to kill him. He realized, probably a little too late, that he was laying in his bed, in his room. How he got there, he had no idea, but at least he was safe.

“Fuck.” he whispered, reaching up to rub his chest lightly. It was still sore, a faint ache throbbing as a reminder of how close to death he had been. The thought frightened him, but what terrified him the most was that Minho had been right. They shouldn’t have taken the job and it wasn’t as easy as Minho made it seem. Jisung had been so stupid to think he could do it on his own, and he nearly paid the price for it.

…

But he didn’t? He wasn’t dead. Why wasn’t he? The entity had literally been squeezing the life out of him, but he had somehow survived? It wasn’t adding up. Closing his eyes, Jisung thought back, shuffling through the fury of memories and emotions in hopes of figuring out what happened.

“Jisung!”

The scream echoed in his mind, Jisung’s eyes shooting open. “Minho.” he whispered.

“Finally awake?” Jisung screamed at the sudden voice sounding next to him. His head whipped around, eyes narrowing as they landed on Minho’s face, mirth dancing in his eyes.

“Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!” He gasped out, wincing as he clutched at his chest, a sharp pain shooting through it before dulling.

“Jisung.” Minho whispered, the bed dipping around Jisung’s body as the other climbed on. Minho reached out and swatted Jisung’s hand away, replacing it with his own. Warmth spread gathered under the touch, slowly spreading outwards, Minho’s hand glowing in the process. It eased what dull ache was left and Jisung had to wonder if this was just a ghostly power or if Minho had been a healer in his past life. Silence fell over them, the light slowly dying, the warmth waning. “I’m sorry.” he whispered softly.

The apology caught Jisung by surprise. Mainly because he thought he should be the one apologizing. He was the one that had been stupid and got himself nearly killed. Reaching up, Jisung rested his hand over Minho’s for a moment before pulling it away so he could lace their fingers together. “Don’t be sorry.” he whispered, lifting his gaze to meet Minho’s. “I’m the one that’s sorry. I-I should have listened to you. I was stupid and thought I could do everything-” The snort Minho let out had him pausing.

“Yeah, you were stupid.” Minho scoffed before sighing. He moved himself into Jisung’s lap, sitting down carefully on him. “But I’m still sorry. I should have-” he stopped and Jisung could see him struggling with the words he wanted to say next and Jisung was pretty certain he could see some wetness welling up around the rim of his eyes.

“I should have stopped you the moment you walked into that place. Should have told you to just leave.” Minho lowered his head, brows furrowed. The temperature in the room started dropping and Jisung flashed back to that entity. But unlike that creature, this temperature drop was all Minho’s doing and that was the only reason Jisung freak out. He watched as ice and frost slowly began creeping along the walls. “But I didn’t because I was still mad and you nearly di-” Minho’s voice cracked, and with it the ice on the walls as well. “I should have done something sooner!” Minho forced out as he tried to swallow his sobs. Jisung wrapped his arms around Minho’s shoulders and pulled the other against him. Minho latched on easily, burying his face in Jisung’s neck.

Jisung’s chest ached for a different reason this time around. It wasn’t often he saw Minho upset and emotional. The ghost was usually very calm and collected or spent most of his time invisible to Jisung, the only giveaway of his presence being the static emitted from the earring Jisung wore. In the time he had been with Minho, Jisung couldn’t recall a single time the other had cried. This was a whole new territory for them, but Jisung wanted nothing more than to comfort the other. “It’s okay Min.” he muttered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his head. “I’m fine.”

“Only because I intervened.” Minho sobbed, fingers curling into the material of Jisung’s shirt. “If I hadn’t … If I had been one second too late,” Jisung hugged Minho tighter as his sobs grew in intensity. He didn’t need the other to finish the sentence to know where he was heading. Jisung was thankful Minho intervened when he did, grateful to be alive and able to hold the other like this. “I’m so sorry.”

“Min.” Jisung frowned and tried to pull the other away from him. Minho fought, struggling to stay cuddled against Jisung’s chest, but he gave up after a few seconds. “Baby,” Jisung started as he slid his fingers under Minho’s chin and lifted his head. Minho’s cheeks were ruddy and tear stained, eyes red and swollen, and yet he still looked absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about. I’m the one that’s sorry. I shouldn’t have upset you and I shouldn’t have let our argument carry on for so long. It’s my fault.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Yes it is.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes it is.”

“Don’t argue with me, Han Jisung.” Minho snapped. Jisung stilled, staring at Minho cautiously. “I’m the one in the wrong.” The finality in his voice gave Jisung the urge to disobey, but he held back - this time.

“Okay fine.” Leaning in, Jisung brushed their lips together in a ghost of a kiss. “Thank you for saving me.”

Minho snorted and rolled his eyes, looking away. “It’s not like I was just going to let you die,” he muttered. No, Minho wouldn’t let him die. There were various reasons for that, Jisung was sure, but the main reason was that Minho loved him, at least he hoped it was. Because Jisung was absolutely head over heels for the ghost. It hadn’t been something he wanted to happen, it just did.

“Thank you, Minho.” he whispered. Leaning in, Jisung kissed him softly, a hand cupping Minho’s face gently. He could feel Minho melting into him, body leaning heavily against him. On any other occasion, Jisung would be able to support the added weight, but given the circumstances it came as no surprise that he fell backwards on the bed, Minho following. His hands rested on Minho’s waist as the older male settled over him.

Pulling back from the kiss, Minho sighed, resting his forehead against Jisung’s. Jisung took the time to look him over, the way his brows were still creased together. He could tell that Minho was still blaming himself, even though Jisung never thought it was his fault. He wasn’t entirely sure how to get that through Minho’s head though. He did notice that the temperature in the room was slowly rising once more, an indication that Minho was calming down. That was good. Jisung didn’t want a repeat of the last time Minho was angry and he broke every mirror in the house.

“Ji-” Jisung cut Minho off with another kiss, not really wanting to hear what the other had to say. If he had to guess, it was going to be another apology and those were just getting boring now. He had already forgiven Minho, even though there wasn’t anything to forgive. But they were both stubborn and getting Minho to understand it wasn’t his fault was like talking to a brick wall. Breaking the kiss, Minho huffed, sitting up fully as he stared down at Jisung, eyes lidded with an almost unreadable expression. “I love you.”

The words echoed in Jisung’s mind, sending a shockwave through his system. Not because Minho confessed his love, but because he had never heard Minho speak in his head while staring directly at him. Another ghostly ability that Jisung hadn’t been aware of. Everyday he discovered something new about his lover. “I love you too.” He replied easily, smiling at him. Minho gasped softly, face softening, allowing himself the tiniest of smiles that would have easily been missed if Jisung didn’t know what he was looking for. His hands left their perch on Minho’s hips, slipping under his shirt and dragging slowly up his sides, pulling his shirt up in the process until it suddenly disappeared, along with the rest of their clothes.

Sometimes Jisung wondered if there were any limitations with being a ghost, because it just seemed like Minho was able to do magic. But there was a limitation to all the ghostly powers. Minho could only do things for so long before he needed ‘recharge’, which usually meant he returned to the astral plane and communication could only be made through his grounded object - talking in Jisung’s mind. It wasn’t a horrible trade off, considering Minho made it hassle free to have sex.

“Min, you know we don’t have to do this. I kinda almost died earlier and-”

“I need to.” Minho whispered, his voice cracking once more. “Need to know you’re still here.” He swallowed thickly, voice shaking. “Need to know you’re still alive. Please?” Jisung honestly couldn’t say no to him. Not when he sounded like that - not after everything they’ve been through. And truth be told, Jisung really wanted it too. He just wasn’t sure he had the stamina to please Minho at the moment.

He nodded. “Of course, baby.”

Minho grinned, rocking back against Jisung, pulling a strangled moan from him. “Just lay back and let me handle everything.” Jisung was more than okay with that. He could handle Minho taking control and doing everything right now. Minho rocked his hips again, Jisung’s cock nestled snugly between his cheeks. Occasionally the head of his cock would catch on Minho’s rim, pulling shuddering breaths from both of them. “Fuck.”

“Please Min.” Jisung whimpered, hips lifting slightly. Minho’s eyes narrowed and he raised up onto his knees. The sudden lack of warmth against his cock had Jisung whining, a pitiful pout on his lips, though Minho didn’t appear to be swayed by it. Jisung jerked at the cold touch to his legs, eyes widening as he looked down but saw nothing. It slowly climbed up his thighs, to his hips with a great force, pinned them back down on the mattress. “Babe.” he gasped out, trying to lift his hips, but they wouldn’t budge.

“I told you to let me handle everything.” Minho replied sweetly, running his fingers through Jisung’s hair a few times. “Are you going to be good and listen?” The sickening sweet condensing tone in his voice had Jisung shuddering, head nodding rapidly, eager to please the other. “Words.”

“Yes.” Jisung exhaled.

“That’s my good boy.” Cooing, Minho slowly lowered himself back down, hips rocking against Jisung’s achingly hard cock. And despite just promising to be good, Jisung tried to gain more friction only to find his hips still pinned down by the ghostly force.

“Aw baby.” Minho tsked, shaking his head. “You promised you would be good for me.” The disappointment was evident and Jisung wanted so much to make back his actions. But he couldn’t help it, Minho just felt so good against him and he wanted so desperately to be buried inside the other. “I guess you don’t really want this.”

“I do!” Jisung shouted, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as Minho raised a brow. “I’m sorry for being bad. But it just felt so good. Please, I need you Minho.” Jisung wasn’t above begging, that was for sure. But he doubted he needed to do any real begging to get Minho to actually move this along. Minho hummed in thought, and for a split second Jisung thought he might actually deny him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” It wasn’t an outright no, which Jisung was thankful for. He watched with bated breath as Minho lifted himself just enough to grip Jisung’s cock and position it at his hole, a wanton moan falling from the other’s lips at the touch. It still amazed him at how much and how quickly Minho could turn him on - leaving him a leaking and aching mess. Minho waited for what felt like an eternity, and when Jisung finally looked up at him, he smirked - sinking down down on him, his hole stretching easily around the other and engulfing him in one go.

“Oh fuck.” Jisung gasped out in pleasure. Minho seated himself fully on Jisung, Jisung’s hands shooting out to greedily grab and palm over any bare flesh within his reach. His fingers sunk into the soft, supple flesh of Minho’s ass, squeezing a few times. “You feel so good baby. So perfect around me.” he babbled. Minho groaned softly, swirling his hips slowly and pulling another moan from the male beneath him. “Please baby, please.” Jisung whispered, biting his bottom lip in an effort to keep himself still. He wanted so much to just start thrusting into Minho. But he promised to be good and besides, his hips were still being pinned. “Don’t tease me.”

Grinning down at Jisung, Minho lifted himself before sinking back down - a shuddering breath escaping him. The drag of his cock against Minho’s walls felt incredible, his length twitching and pulsing almost uncontrollably. Jisung knew he was probably leaking copious amounts of precum, not that Minho needed the extra glide. Minho repeated his actions again, going incredibly slow and driving Jisung slowly crazy. His hands squeezed Minho’s ass again, following Minho’s movements. He thought about guiding the other to make him go faster, but Jisung was afraid it would have the opposite effect and Minho would stop completely and now that they started, Jisung wasn’t sure he would be able to survive if Minho suddenly stopped moving.

Leaning down, Minho brushed their lips together in a tease of a kiss, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Jisung’s face. His eyes were so dark and intense and Jisung found himself suffocating from the stare. Minho was gorgeous, but up close like this he was breathtaking. “You’re doing so good.” Minho cooed, grinning as Jisung preened at the praise. Sitting back up, Minho braced himself on Jisung’s chest, hands careful to not press directly over his heart. “Remember, don’t move.”

The reminder fell on deaf ears, Jisung barely able to process the command before Minho was impaling himself on his cock, over and over again at such a rapid pace it left Jisung dizzy. His lips parted, desperate cries leaving him - body pulled taught as he fought to keep himself still. It was a difficult challenge with the way Minho was riding him like his life depended on it; or more appropriately, his afterlife. “So good Ji.” Minho moaned out. “Filling me so good.”

“Ah, fuck!” Jisung gasped out, his hands shifting from Minho’s ass to his hips, gripping it tightly - nails biting into skin. He tried, he really really tried but Jisung just couldn’t keep still any longer as more beautifully filthy words fell from Minho’s lips. Arms flexing, Jisung helped to lift Minho up before guiding him back down, dropping him harder than the other had before. He felt himself slip further inside, something he didn’t think was possible and Minho tightened around him - a startled cry echoing in the room. Jisung expected Minho to stop and scold him, but it never happened. In fact, it seemed like Minho gave up all control, letting Jisung guide him over his cock. There was a gentle pressure against his hips before it disappeared, warmth flooding the area once more. Jisung gave a small buck, hips free to move.

Staring up at Minho, he grinned at him before reaching up and pulling him down into a deep kiss. Minho barely caught himself in time to keep their heads from colliding, arms shakily holding himself up. Jisung carded his fingers through Minho’s hair, gripping the brown locks at the base of his neck to keep him locked in the kiss. Lifting his legs, Jisung planted his feet on the mattress and gave a quick thrust up. He swallowed the choked moan from Minho, arms wrapping around him when Minho’s own arms gave up and he collapsed against Jisung, subsequently breaking the kiss.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jisung groaned deeply, burying his face in Minho’s neck as the other chanted in his ear. He was getting lost in the pleasure of fucking Minho, driving his cock hard and fast in the other. He was so close to the edge already, he knew he wasn’t going to last but he didn’t want to cum before Minho. Reaching between their pressed bodies, Jisung managed to wrap his fingers against Minho’s cock. It was hot and heavy and pulsing and with one stroke Minho was crying out into his shoulder as he came. The rhythmic clenching of Minho’s hole sent Jisung into his own orgasm, burying his cock deep inside the other and filling him with his cum.

With the last twitch of his cock, Jisung went lax on the bed, panting heavily. His hand tiredly ran up and down Minho’s back, the other relaxing against him as well. Jisung was content to just lay there with the other, despite the mess coating their stomachs and his hand. Turning his head, he pressed a gentle kiss to Minho’s temple, the other grumbling and hiding his face further into his shoulder. “Fuck that was so good.”

Minho hummed in response, but still refused to lift his head. That was fine with Jisung. “We should shower.” Minho mumbled and Jisung shook his head.

“Don’t wanna move.”

“You’re going to hate yourself later.”

Jisung shrugged and sighed. “That’s a future Jisung problem. Current Jisung wants to cuddle with his boyfriend.” Minho snorted and finally lifted his head just enough so Jisung could see him roll his eyes affectionately.

“Fine, whatever.” Pleased to get his way, Jisung planted a wet kiss into Minho’s cheek, snuggling closer to him. “Silly brat.”

“But I’m your brat.” Jisung snickered. “Love you Min.” Minho only hummed in acknowledgement, curling up further on Jisung. “Say it back.” he whined.

“Love you too.” Minho paused before sighing. “I guess.” Jisung couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the comment. It was so Minho to have such a sarcastic response, but Jisung surely wouldn’t have him any other way.

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llycaons · 2 years ago

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At the end of the second book of the English translation of Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, Wei Wuxian tells us that his injury is "just hole in his body." He's wrong. This is what it would take to save him.

this fic is pretty fun actually. like genuinely a really good time

a blood pressure somewhere around 60 over zero is really too low for effective standing.

to put it mildly

The only hitch was that the guy didn’t seem to understand how to sign the permit. He looked at the offered pen as though he’d never seen one before. Dr. House merely ordered another dose of morphine, after which they couldn’t get the guy to do anything but moan. “Problem solved,” Dr. House said, “He’s unable to sign and this is an emergency.” At least he was interested now.

yeah. in-character. I fully believe that wwx could figure out what a pen was if he wasn't like, dying of sepsis though

they are putting him in restraints just because the think he'll try to leave after surgery :( that's such a depressing image

he was wearing Lan blue, so Wei Wuxian said, “No running in Cloud Recesses.” But there was no way Cloud Recesses had a room this ugly.

“Do you remember me? I’m Travis, short for Travesty.”

WHAT

“Don’t distract me. Was it a knife fight?” The man—Mr. Wei, assuming he wasn’t lying--stopped smiling. “It was a sword. I will not tell you who wielded it.” “Fair. I don’t actually care.”

yeah wwx would not rat out jin ling

Though Lan Wangji had no desire to change, it was a relief to get away from the confusing crowd. They offered him tea there, too, which he drank gratefully, even though it was terrible. The chairs were uncomfortable, so he sat on the floor and meditated.

yep

she found [wwx] smiling and flirting, too effectively, with the floor nurses. He kept calling Dr. House “the great and powerful Oz,” and within a few hours most of the staff was telling stories about “Dr. Oz” and giggling.

yeah he's so charming and funny...he would

The ride to the hospital with Mitch was one of the most horrifying events of Lan Wangji’s life so far...His mind could not organize the images that flashed by. Everything was too big and too strange and too noisy. He gripped Bichen tightly. It took all his control not to draw the sword every time another “car” came near.

hang in there, lwj!

The hospital was an enormous brown building with no grace to it whatsoever.

judgy!

[House] radiated a dissatisfaction that seemed dangerously close to erupting into violence.

astute

After a while, he remembered the rice. It came with a spoon, so he ate the rice with a spoon like a child.

never thought about it like that

Dr. House turned a furious gaze on Mr. Wei, who shrank away from him. Gloria knew he would never harm a patient, but Mr. Wei would not know that. The musician, still unmoving, said, “It is a real sword.” The tone was mild, a mere statement of fact, but the threat was unmistakable.

house definitely harms patients. anyway I love the mental image of lwj stabbing house

I really want to give WangXian a little house in Princeton, New Jersey, with a white picket fence, a lotus pond in the backyard, and bunnies all over everything. But, sadly, between the two of them, they do not have a single marketable skill.

yes to them not having skills they can sell in 21st century america, no to new jersey. you want to set them up in NEW JERSEY??? honestly they deal with a lot of shit in their canon universe but I still feel like it's better than dealing with late-stage capitalism in the usa. this place? yeah no

#may get added to this list. we'll see #ficblogging

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umlewis · 2 years ago

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lewis hamilton is interviewed ahead of the miami grand prix [part 2] - may 3, 2023 (transcription under the cut)

Interviewer: "Yeah, sounds cool. Back to what you were saying earlier about getting in an F1 car; there's nothing quite like it. You have done some pretty cool things. You've been in a fighter chair. Has anything ever come close to that feeling of being in a car? Can anything come close to it?" Lewis: "I'm sure there will be... I think you can always... It's all about mindset, right? I mean, when I'm skydiving, you can get close to the excitement run that you get, but, for me, because it's what I do, racing a car, there's something I'm able to do in the car that I've not been able to tap in, in anything else. I'm not as good at anything else as I am at the connection I have with the wheels and the engine, and so no, I don't think there's anything that matches that. But all these other little things I do fill in the gaps. We're not racing every day, right, so in the winter break, when I'm surfing, yeah, it's perfect. It's just enough. It's not too hardcore for me, unless I get on the crazy big waves. Skydiving... Yeah. I like trying everything." Interviewer: "This is a stupid question, but can you explain why you're so good in a car? You've tried all these other things. You're good at it, but you're not exceptional at it. You're not, like, the number one in the world. Can you explain what it is about you and four wheels, steering wheel, two pedals, that just clicks so well?" Lewis: "It's hard for, I think, anybody that's good at something to explain... There's the innate ability, naturally, that I was definitely born with the ability. I think it's how you perceive things, and your depth perception. It's how your mind's able to compute... Like, I'm not great in a classroom. I can't sit in a meeting and come up with... I'm not great at maths. I can't solve the greatest equations. I can't draw amazing art. But when I'm in the car, that's like my paintbrush, and it just flows out of me, I think. It's always meant to be. That's what I was supposed to do. And there's something, when you're at the edge, when you're close to a hundred percent, just over a hundred percent capacity within the car, the way the brain's function... Everything quiets down and you're in a realm that... I mean, you feel like you're on your own in that realm, but it feels like it transcends you to some other part of the universe for a second, you know? It's a really, really strange experience, but pretty powerful." Interviewer: "Sounds a little bit like what Ayrton Senna used to say about that out-of-body experience: all of a sudden, a lap around Monaco, he's seeing it from almost a different perspective than..." Lewis: "Yeah, well, a quote that I really love is that we're not humans having a spiritual experience. We're spirits having a human experience. And so yeah, just thinking how big the universe is and just... We're all shining stars and I think, for me, I'm just trying to be the best I can be with what I have. This is what I was meant to do, this is what I was born to do, and it won't last forever. There's gonna be lots of young, up-and-coming bright stars. I love seeing these kids here 'cause I'm so excited about their future, about what they could do. And I love that [unintelligible] is giving them an opportunity to get into STEM, which they may have not known that that was important for them, and what that could lead to in 15, 20 years' time, what they'll next be doing. They'll be the next leaders, hopefully, whether it's government, game changers. Maybe they'll be working at an event like this, which is even more diverse, and encouraging an even bigger audience of young kids to have a better education." Interviewer: "Yeah, I hope so. One last question on Miami: I remember, I think it was around 2017, first race of the season, Liberty had just taken over the sport, and you were asked where would you like to race anywhere in the world. You said Miami, Daniel Ricciardo said Las Vegas, and here we are. How cool is that?" Lewis: "Yeah. I mean, I've been shouting about having a race in Miami, and the next one I've been talking about is South Africa, and that's what I'm pushing for in the background, so hpoefully you'll see that come to light soon, as well. And that's a real big dream for me. To have raced in South Africa, and in Africa, during my career is a huge, huge dream for me. So I know we have a big following out there-or I have a big following out there-and I know a lot of people are into Formula 1 out there, so... And that would be amazing, because when we go... The work we're doing here with IWC and [unintelligible] dreams, just imagine what we could be doing when we're in South Africa, and the work that needs to be done there, and also just highlighting just how beautiful that continent is, so I'll be pushing for that." Interviewer: "Is that something you're talking with Stefano and trying to help out?" Lewis: "I'm pushing as hard as I can in the background. I've gone high up to make sure we have that race happen." Interviewer: "I quite hope it happens. Alright, well, thank you very much, Lewis. Good talk." Lewis: "Thank you." Interviewer: "Cheers." Lewis: "Cheers."

#lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #miami gp 2023 #fic ref #fic ref 2023 #miami #miami 2023 #miami 2023 wednesday #not a race #2023 not a race #between baku and miami 2023

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workofheart · 4 years ago

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extra help | gojo satoru

what’s a teacher to do when his student is building up so much cursed energy? help her get it under control, of course.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

wc: 4.7k

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), teacher/student relations (reader is of age), fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, sir kink, unprotected sex (do not do this), lowkey corruption, squirting, exhibitionism (?), creampie, gojo refers to himself as “teacher” because i said so

note: barely edited, something to ease the brainrot. gojo satoru hollow me challenge.

“Can you maybe, I don’t know, shut the fuck up?”

The jab spews out of your mouth before you can stop it. Your filter is long gone, the thoughts that pop into your head forming into verbal words without the chance to even process them. Once you hear it, you mentally slap yourself. Now you just look like an asshole.

“Jeez, no need to be a bitch about it,” mutters Nobara. She rests on the concrete steps on her elbows, appearing utterly disinterested with her head tossed back and eyes closed, soaking in the fresh air.

“I’m not being a bitch.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not!”

“You kind of are,” Megumi says quietly, shrugging slightly when your incredulous expression finds his to be stoic and unmoving. He leans down to scratch behind one of his dog’s ears. His nonchalance boils your blood even further, effectively working you up past your melting point. A bitter laugh leaves your mouth.

“...You motherfucker-”

“Good morning, everybody!”

You sigh, lips hanging open with the rest of your insult frozen where it was interrupted. From over the small hill behind you, Gojo Satoru greets everyone with a bright energy you aren’t capable of returning this early in the day.

You try your best to shake it off. The other students wave back happily as you sulk, aimlessly stretching your arms over your head in an attempt to push out the thousand things running through your mind, not one of which you’re capable of dealing with.

And maybe it is a good morning - the sun is out, the air is cool, there’s not a breeze passing by to mess up your hair. It’s a lovely day to be training. Megumi has been walking his dogs around the field, Yuuji has been racing himself from one end to the other, meanwhile the others take turns sparring. The springtime weather is rewarding, which is why it’s such a shame you can’t enjoy it.

Gojo reaches up a hand to lift one side of his blindfold. Though he’s standing all the way over on the steps, you can see his eyes clearly, crystalline blue and staring with scrutiny. The man leans forward into his gaze, and the way he’s inspecting you soon irritates you further.

“What’s with all the cursed energy?” he asks, letting his blindfold fall over his eye again.

Yuuji perks up at the comment from where he’s been sitting after his run, pulling out blades of grass between his fingertips. “So it’s not just me?” he pipes up, pushing himself up to his feet. He seems relieved, turning his attention to you. “I thought maybe you just had a bad day but it seems like it’s seeping off you all the time now.”

Your lips press into a thin line as your eyelids droop in annoyance, trying to think up a reasonable answer quick. Unfortunately, you don’t get the time to do so.

“I don’t need to see it to feel it,” Maki adds. She finishes tying up her laces, objectivity unmoving with the deadpan spreading across your features. Your jaw tenses. “Didn’t want to say anything in case it would make you angrier.”

“Too late!” you snap, huffing as you place your arms over your chest. The number of eyes on you has your cheeks burning, and paired with your current vexation, makes you feel even worse.

“Well, what are you angry about?” Yuuji asks.

“I’m not angry about anything.”

“That sounds a little defensive,” Gojo comments.

“You seem frustrated, that’s all.” Yuuji looks at you with a genuine curiosity that makes it hard to be mad at him. His doe eyes couldn’t possibly imagine what the real issue at hand is.

“Yeah, she’s frustrated all right,” Nobara juts in. Her tone is whiney and annoyed, and you hope the glare you send her will shut her up, but she acts as if she doesn’t see it, only looking down at her nails in distaste. Then comes the zinger. “It’s because she hasn’t gotten laid in months.”

“That is not true!” you yell, but the obvious rage bubbling out of you gives it away.

“Cursed energy can build from that?”

“It would explain a lot.”

“That sounds definitely defensive.”

“Shut up!” you shout, throwing your hands over your face to hide your cheeks burning in embarrassment. Then you’re sitting back on the field, hanging your head low over your knees. Quietly, you mutter, “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.”

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“You wanted to see me, sir?”

The walk here had been nerve wracking enough. Your heart had been stuck in your throat since the track this morning, if not from the sheer embarrassment of Nobara telling everyone you were sexually frustrated, then surely from the way Gojo had asked you to meet with him later in an old classroom rather seriously before walking off.

It scared you half to death upon hearing it, and just thinking about it scared the other half, so you’re hanging on by the thinnest of threads. The others comments hadn’t helped either, teasing about the frightening methods he’d use to dispel the energy, or how he’d berate you for being so stupid, or whatever else the maniac of a man had to offer.

Gojo leans back lazily in his chair, long legs thrown over the desk for his comfort and leisure. He stretches, letting out a satisfied groan with his arms straightened behind his head as you close the door behind you.

“About time you got here. Been waiting forever.”

The lights are off, but evening sun pours in through the wall of windows that look out over the courtyard to brighten the room. He tosses a small apple plush above him with a smooth flick of his wrist, catching it on its down arc with ease. It looks like a marble with how it sits in his massive palms.

“Well, this wing is on the other side of campus,” you swallow, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly. That reminds you...“Why are we this far, anyway?”

He sighs, placing the toy back down at the top of his desk and resting his chin on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you through his blindfold. “To solve your problem, of course.”

“My… my problem? No, I don’t have any problems,” you say with a shake of your head as genuine as you can muster, a nervous smile flashing across your expression as he stands. His hand trails along the desk as he moves around it. When you get the feeling he doesn’t believe you, you start again, “If it’s about what Nobara said, it’s really no big deal-”

“While you’re a talented sorcerer, you’re not a very good liar.” He comes to a stop in front of you, towering over your small frame. His head is turned down toward you but you refrain from making eye contact. Trying to maintain your composure, you look straight into his chest and then avert your eyes to the sid, looking anywhere else in the room but him - the chalkboard, the windows, the posters on the wall - that is, until he takes your chin in his hand and tugs your face up to look at him directly.

He’s taken off his blindfold, the black cloth crumpled in his palm and already tossed to the floor.

The way you’re staring at him, that desire that lies just below the fear, has his dick tenting in his pants. When he focuses, he can see the cursed energy radiating from your body, dark and cloudy as it surrounds you. “Yuuji’s right, it’s practically seeping from you,” he coos, eyebrows drawn together in concern.

He drinks in your apprehension with a sadistic sort of delight, and you don’t miss the feel of his eyes as they trace down your body. “My student is struggling,” he says tenderly, tapping his index finger along your cheek lightly. “What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t help?”

He eats up the way you look at him, swept away and hazy, your brain turning to mush at the sound of his voice. Heat pools in your panties, and the subtle manner in which your thighs shift against each other is not lost on him.

The tension in the air is electrifying. Leaning down to your ear, he says what’s been on his mind for weeks. “Don’t think I can’t hear you at night, touching yourself, trying so hard to make it go away on your own.”

His words leave your throat dry and stomach churning. Your face burns, thinking of him listening to your pitiful attempts to get off. Clearly, the sleepless nights of trying to cum, letting slip the small whimpers you couldn’t care to hold back, hands buried in your panties and writhing in your bed sheets, were no secret to anyone but you.

You’re almost mortified. You would be, if it wasn’t for your hot teacher standing in front of you, smiling as he remembers how pretty you sounded, offering to fuck the shit out of you to sate your frustration.

And god, just how pretty you sound. He’d never admit it sober, but the times he’s taken “random” late night walks around the buildings that have ended up at the outside of your bedroom door are far too many to count. Palming himself through his trousers, panting as he pictures you just through the slab of wood exactly how he plans on having you now.

“I...I don’t know if we should be doing this,” you mumble in a moment of clarity, gaze flickering to the window in the door that lets you see into the empty hallway just outside. Swallowing hard, scenarios of your classmates walking by, peering through, clouds your head. “What if someone…”

“They’re on the other side of campus, remember?” he teases. His fingers slide back along your jaw, brushing your hair from your forehead before settling to cup the side of your face. “You can make all the noise you want out here.”

Heat spreads through your core and inner thighs accompanied by a visible shiver, a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The proximity alone is making you wet. His presence is overwhelming with the unimaginable power he holds over you.

His neck tilts down to reach you, hovering with his lips not a breath away from yours. Gojo waits. Tentative, you press your mouth to his and your eyes flutter shut, feeling him smile as his hands make contact with your hips. He’s gentle and slow, his lips pillowy and soft against yours, moving carefully as if not to scare you away.

He muffles a timid whimper with his mouth and takes the lead, kissing you harder and pulling you into a firm lip lock before spinning you around and walking you backwards toward the desk. Hesitant hands reach up to his shoulders, something Gojo senses immediately, shy hands working up the confidence to splay over his broad shoulders. He knows you so well by now - there’s a reason you’re his favorite student.

“Let me help, princess,” he insists, breaking away to quell your uncertainty. “You know I’m the only one who can.” Gojo’s voice is hypnotizing, his promises filling your head with a desiring haze.

Your tiny, timid fingers hanging around his neck, crawling up his nape as if searching for safety, have him reeling. He might just devour you, so cute and innocent and willing in front of him.

You’re melting into his touch as his hands squeeze your hips, rubbing up your sides until they lay a firm grasp on your hips, sitting you fully on the desk. His touch is teasing and featherlight as he drags it up your calves, hiking up your skirt to get where he wants to be, situated right between your thighs.

“None of the other guys fuck you the way you need to be fucked, right?”

He may be cocky, but it’s for good reason.

Gojo Satoru is older, he’s experienced, he knows what he’s doing. He knows you, in fact, more than you think. Don’t be fooled - he sees you sneaking off campus, sees the texts you send to the boys in the nearest town, overhears how you talk to them over the phone when you think no one is listening. He also sees how disappointed you look every time you return from one of your escapades.

You’re mature for your age, but no one is willing to fuck you like it. Except him, of course.

A large hand cradles the back of your head to keep kissing you. His mouth is ravishing, absolutely eating up the feeble mewls that escape you. Deft fingers unbutton your uniform with ease and slip it down your shoulders to reveal your chest as if he’s done it a thousand times.

He moves to unclasp your bra, but is surprised to meet your bare skin. He pulls back from your mouth to meet your eyes, and you already know what he’s thinking with the way he looks down at you, head tilted back with a dark mirth.

“No bra?” he inquires, rolling your perky buds between his fingers, and your lack of verbal response, that guilt in the slight raise of your eyebrows, tells him everything he needs to know. “Naughty girl. Makes me think you were expecting this.” He makes you purr like a kitten, free hand kneading at your chest, coaxing out sweet little noises that make his dick throb in his pants.

You inhale sharply at a particular tweak of your nipple that has your body tingling, arching into him. “Sir, I-”

His mouth is on your neck, sucking on that sensitive spot below your ear, just next to your jaw. The feel of his teeth gently scraping down sends chills through your shoulders and down your back, subconsciously tilting your head to the side and exposing more to him, inviting him to your body even further.

“It’s okay, you can tell me how bad you need my cock,” he says against your skin.

Your body flushes hot beneath him. A hand cups your clothed core. The friction has your hips lifting in desperate motions for more, pushing against his fingers for some kind of relief.

“Poor thing, too horny for your own good,” he says, peering down at you. He tugs at the tiny, delicate bow sewn into the lace band of your panties, a smug expression passing over his features. “But don’t worry, teacher’s here to make you feel better.”

He hooks his pointer finger underneath the center of your panties and pulls it up, forcing the fabric taught against your slit between your folds, urging a cry to fall from your lips. You’re absolutely aching for more, pussy desperate for contact as your hips buck. His opposite thumb goes straight to your swollen clit where it bulges through the thin cotton, reducing you to whines as he applies light pressure.

“So sensitive,” he says with a teasing lilt in his tone, caught between looking at your pussy and your dazed expression. “You want my fingers?”

He knows he’s supposed to be helping you, but he can’t stop himself with how cute you look like this. He’s already thinking of just how far he can push you, just what he can get you to admit to him.

“Yes, please,” you’re begging, pulling your lips under your teeth, and how can he say no? He has no other choice but to indulge you.

He pulls your panties to the side and finally, his long, thick fingers sink inside you without warning, pushing a lewd moan from your throat.

He groans at the way you pulse around his digits. Your walls suck him right in. “Fuck, look at your pretty little cunt. Feels good, huh?”

Your mouth falls open as you nod, staring at him through half-mast, glassy eyes. Light amusement covers his face as he works your walls diligently, curling up and massaging that spongy spot he knows you like from the sounds you’re making.

“Yeah, I know it does. Need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, ah, need it so much,” you whine. At this point, you’d follow his every command, answer his every question, if it means he’ll keep doing what he’s doing. He connects his lips to yours again, swallowing up the noises that leave your throat, before moving down. He trails his mouth over your sensitive, flushed skin, burning to the touch as he leaves harsh, bruising marks behind. He’s kneeling down and throwing your legs over his shoulders without hesitation.

He has you desperate and shameless with how he’s making you feel. It doesn’t matter that he’s your teacher, it doesn’t matter that you’ll have to face him in class after the fact, all that matters is how hot and aching your core is, how bad you need him there to fix it. “More, sir, p-please.”

He groans at the name you’ve given him, that you’re addressing him by so earnestly. He never even asked you to, so when it spills out of your mouth so submissively, he can’t help the way it goes straight to his cock. “So polite, aren’t you? Let me hear you, be specific.”

His fingers leave you clenching around nothing as he pulls them out of you, watching the string of slick stretch until it breaks. He slips them right into his mouth, licking your arousal off of his fingers, humming in delight.

You’re fixated on his glossy, wet lips, entranced by the slight smile to his words. “Please, your mouth,” you plead breathlessly through a gulp.

He presses a chaste kiss to the plush of your thigh, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His lips ghost over the tops of your knee socks and nip at the slight pudge that squeezes out.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs. Then, he’s diving in, latching his warm, wet mouth onto your pussy. You feel yourself gush under his lips as his tongue laves harsh strokes against your entrance. He has you quivering, your hips moving on their own accord over his face.

You squirm under his relentless tongue, swiping through your slick and spreading it all over your inner thighs. He laps at your fluttering hole before suckling your clit into his mouth, hot tongue flicking over it before releasing with a playful pop.

He thrives off of the whimpers leaving your mouth. A loud moan tears from you as his fingers plunge into you again, hands shooting to his snowy locks to ground yourself. You’re throwing your head back, keening in the firm grip he has pushing back your leg, his tongue swiping at you expertly while the pads of his fingers curl up into the spot you need him at, keeping his head pressed tight to your drooling cunt.

Pointed flicks of his tongue target your clit, puffy and sensitive, and you can’t help the way your hips buck up for more, babbling nonsense. His firm muscle prods at your hole before flattening and licking wide and short strokes up your folds.

“Aw, you wanna cum, don’t you? Gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

You only have the strength to nod, eyes squeezing shut and your lips parted in choked breaths.

“Look at me,” he commands sternly, and your lids are prying open immediately, struggling to keep your gaze on him with the pleasure he’s relentlessly forcing on your body. His plump lips are lustrous with your arousal. “Go ahead. Cum.”

His eyes bore into you as your face contorts, body tensing all over as you tip over the edge. That coil in your stomach which Gojo has so masterfully built snaps like a rubber band, shattering your mind as pleasure ripples through your body. You’re still as your release surges through you, making him moan against your pussy.

“That’s it, there you go,” he says with a growl as you take your first breath after the inhibiting pleasure fades, eyes darkening as he watches you, keeping pressure on your nub with his thumb, smooth strokes working you through your high.

He carefully helps you drop to your feet, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, planting kisses to your temples before spinning you around to face the desk. You’re wobbly, but it’s nothing he can’t compensate for with his natural strength.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he mumbles, large hands exploring the expanse of your back. He pushes you down, gentle fingers trailing up your spine until they find their hold on your hips like they were meant to be, loving how pliant you are beneath him.

The anticipation has you dripping, heart pounding as he flips up your skirt again, pussy aching to be filled. You hear the tugging of his trousers down to the floor, and a hefty exhale as he gives himself a few strokes in his palm.

His cock, hot and heavy and hard, presses into you slowly. You feel his girth immediately, cunt stretching deliciously to accommodate his size. It’s instant relief, finally the pleasure you’ve been desperate for, a drug you have to be careful of or you might just get addicted.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly, “So fuckin’ tight for me.”

You’re stuffed to the brim, focusing on how full you are, his fingers massaging the flesh of your ass as he gives you a moment to adjust. He feels his self-restraint thinning as you squeeze him. He’s gonna make you drool for him, make his cute innocent student into his little whore, make sure teacher’s the only one who touches you like this.

At first, his pace is slow and steady, sensual pumps that expertly drag against your gummy walls. You can feel his tip spreading you open, every burning curve and vein and ridge of his head as your pussy molds to him. But once your legs start shifting back for more, he speeds up the rocking of his hips, fucking you brainless on his cock.

“How we feeling, princess?” he pants. He’s the only thing you can think about, mind scrambled from the white hot feel of being fucked so well.

He doesn’t have to ask to know - the string of heedless whimpers that you make are evidence enough, on top of the obscene squelches that echo every time he pounds into your sopping cunt. He pulls your wrists back from where they cling to the desk, white knuckled, to your sides. A strong arm snakes around your front, pinning your arms and waist close to his chest, caging you in while the other seeks purchase on your breast.

“F-Fuck, I- ah - so good, sir,” you sob, feeling your brain blank with the way his grip moves up to your neck, expertly pushing into the sides to cut off your blood flow. It’s dizzying, your pussy tightening around him for more.

And then he stops.

You’re about to whine, your walls fluttering around him, begging him to move, when his hand reaches to cover your mouth. He shushes you gently, snapping quietly towards the door.

Someone is calling your name outside. “Hellooo? Hey Y/N, you over here?” It’s Yuuji, pacing the upper floor, walking straight down the hall and soon to pass the very door.

Your heart jolts in panic - why would he come looking for you? Why would anyone? The whole point of being out here was so that no one would come, right?

“Sorry to go back on my word, princess,” Gojo whispers. A wave of his hand creates a small masking barrier in front of the window, but it does nothing to hide the sound. “Gonna have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that?”

You nod your head, wiggling back against his hips pressed hard and unmoving to your ass. He pulls out slow and thrusts back, mindful of the noise of contact. It takes all your focus to bite back your moans.

“Don’t want your classmates seeing how slutty you are for a good fuck, do you? What if they walked in, saw you like this on your teacher’s cock?”

The thought has your hole constricting his length. You can already envision Yuuji’s shocked expression as he stares you down, his respected senior, nothing more than a babbling mess as Gojo Satoru fucks you raw in an empty classroom. The man behind you holds back a laugh.

The footsteps pass without the hint of something much filthier than extra help transpiring beyond the thin walls. You think you might have even seen a tuft of pink hair whizz by in the corner of your vision - whatever the matter, he’s gone, and you can finally catch your breath.

“Dirty girl,” Gojo rasps from behind you, slamming into you roughly, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his lips while his fingers force themselves into your mouth, “you - hah - you fucking love it.”

That spring in the base of your tummy starts to coil taut, rising faster than ever. “Love it,” you choke, stimulated tears forming at your lash line, “love it so much!”

His pace is relentless, your slick gushing all around him. He’s building you up just to break you down, the only one who can help you take the edge off.

“Tell me what you want,” he says through gritted teeth, “I’ll give it to you.”

Holding you tight to his chest with locked arms, he completely covers your body with his tall stature, inescapable and confining.

“Fuck, wanna - wanna cum so bad, so bad, sir.”

His large hand trails its way over your waist, soft fingers moving down, down, until they slip right over that little sensitive bundle at your front, cool and wet, that has your breath catching audibly in your throat.

Gojo places his mouth just behind your ear, tone soft and sultry. The pad of his index finger rubs firm circles over your swollen, aching clit. It elicits a filthy sound from you that makes his cock twitch inside you. “Right there, huh?” He feels you clench as your legs tremble beneath him.

Your climax crashes over you in hot, unforgiving waves, tightening your walls and creaming all over every inch of his length. “Come on, give it all to teacher,” he encourages through heavy pants, making your skin prickle, and it’s just what you need. A chorus of loud, high pitched, breathless moans tumbles from your mouth as you ride it out.

You’re drenching his fingers, making a mess as your squirt drips down and coats his cock, making him growl into your hair. He coaches you through it, stringing out his praises, “Just like that, mhm, good girl.”

His eyes fall shut as your cunt suffocates his cock, feeling his hips stutter as you suck him in. With a guttural, hungry groan, he’s burying his load in your waiting hole. He snaps against you once, twice more, hard and quick as he starts to come down.

A moment passes to catch your breaths, heartbeats beginning to slow in tandem. Gojo nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and sighs before placing an affectionate kiss there.

Your legs are jelly beneath you so he’s careful when he releases his grasp, slowly turning you around to face him and sit back on the desk.

“You alright?” he asks, wiping away the wetness under your eyes.

It’s safe to say that you’re relieved, in more ways than one. Your shoulders feel lighter and as does your chest, like everything you’ve been shackled to has been lifted off with a good fuck.

“Yeah, much better.” There’s a tired grin to your words.

He wipes away the sheen of sweat that has collected on his hairline and reaches over you to grab a few tissues off the desk. He’s gentle as he cleans you up, dabbing up sweat and cum from where it drips down your thighs.

“You should get some rest. I’ll get you out of class tomorrow morning if you need it. Make up an excuse or something.” He pulls up his own trousers and helps you button up your top again, then lowering you back to the floor so you can be on your way.

“Let me know if you ever need any more assistance,” he winks, patting the top of your head. He smooths down a few stray hairs, putting you back together in at least a somewhat presentable way. “My help is always available to students that need it.”

Because while all that cursed energy may be under control, your relations are far from over.

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the-slasher-madame · 3 years ago

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So I’m sneaking my phone out rn because dear lord my dysphoria is so bad. I was wonder if you could do the Sinclair brother, Thomas and RZ Michael helping a ftm s/o dealing with dysphoria? Thank you so much

I am so so sorry :(

I'm genderfluid, but I don't feel a whole lot of dysphoria, but what I have felt was horrible. And most of my friends experience it and it hurts watching them hurt. I'm sorry dear heart, I'll do my best to have a present for you <33333

TW/Notes: gender dysphoria, trans masc/trans man reader, mentions of violence (it's slashers, what do y'all expect?), cursing (but I think y'all are used to that by now lol), probably OOC but again, that's just how I roll here, let me know if I missed anything!!

Bo Sinclair:

Poor thing will take a while to understand

While I am 10000% in the camp that headcannon him as bi or pan, and I think Vinny is some shade of not-cis, Bo is still new here. And a little outdated

HOWEVER, he will defend your honor like a rabid dog. He'll hear someone misgender you and will kill them, brutally, slowly, and will not allow them to be waxified. He gets so pissed at himself when he messes up on your pronouns

Along with all that, I think he would be a little confused and not understand dysphoria. He's like "you said yer a boy, whyoncha feel like it?"

If that's the final straw and you start crying, his entire thought process is 'shit shit shit shitshitshIT'

He hates when you cry and he wants to put himself in the Wax Chair when he makes you cry

I love the idea of this man comforting me while I cry and shushing me

ANYWAYS

Once you explain that your brain is a little bitch as well as the fact that your body just feels wrong sometimes, he understands a bit better; he understands very well what it's like to feel that your body is wrong

He tries so hard to help you on days that it gets unbearable. He makes sure that if you bind, it's safely and whatever you bind with is clean. He steals every piece of masc clothing from the victims (even if it's definitely not the right size). He helps you keep your hair styled how you want (bringing in Vincent to help).

Bo would also help with when you needed to shower but didn't want to look at yourself. A couple of candles and himself, of course, to try to solve the issues

He's also there for all the hardest times, when you just wanted to cry. He always had reassurances ready for you, and never failed to remind you that you were his man

Vincent Sinclair:

I think he understands the most

I am firmly of the belief he goes by he/they, and I won't take criticism

Or is a gender non-conforming man, or non-binary, or demiboy

I think y’all get what I’m saying, he’s a masculine entity but they aren’t a man

He’s the best for helping you feel comfortable

He is the King of soft, god I fucking love them

anyways

He might mess up once or twice, but he’s like really good at getting your pronouns right. Sometimes it feels like they’re more accurate than you

If you don’t want to see feminine clothing? He will actually burn any feminine clothing in the house

While I absolutely agree that they’re co-dependent on Bo, Vincent will not hesitate to lose they’re shit on either brother for misgendering you or being rude. This man would eat straight wax for you ngl

ALWAYS READY TO LISTEN!! If he smells the most tiny bit of sadness or bad feelings, he has a cup of tea (or your favorite drink) prepped and a spot in his lap that hey, wouldn’t ya know, is you sized

They will do anything in his power to learn to make you binders. And he will not let you wear it for too long. Like exactly 8 hours later they materialize at your shoulder and politely ask you to take it off

They could and will spend days showering you in affirmations and validations. You are his man, their handsome boyfriend, and he loves telling you as much

His art of you is always perfect, always shows how you feel, and he tries so hard to show you how he feels and how he sees you in his art. However, they’re also understanding if it’s not helpful when you feel super dysphoric

Another one that’s more than happy to shut off the lights and shower you. They won’t let you lift a finger, pampering your body with all possible bath products in the house

I think they’d both sew you clothing and let you pick out anything you want from the victims. Would also threaten his brothers to buy you things in town

Did I mention they get exceptionally brutal with people who misgender you?? Like I love the idea he get’s very brutal and cruel in his art, but dear sweet jesus on a breadstick anyone who hurts you, physically or emotionally, will be kept alive for weeks and will die horrifically

Loves styling your hair <3, cause he definitely has to cut and shape the hair of finished tourists

Lester Sinclair:

I love this himbo, like I don’t care what anyone says he’s sweeter than sugar

Also like the idea of him having a dark side

Ok moving on to the, you know, request

Y’all remember how in Steven Universe, Blue said “she prefers to be called Steven”? That’s the vibe I get from him. He’s confused, but he’s got the spirit

ofc he makes mistakes, but he tries so so hard and feels so so bad when he messes up

It hurts him seeing you have to feel this way, definitely the boyfriend who cries when you cry

Firmly believes in the healing power of cuddles. Somehow cuddles you extra hard when you feel really dysphoric

I think I might’ve seen this somewhere else, but he when you’re with him and he’s picking up tourists, he will stop the car if someone misgenders you. Full stop, brake petal to the floor, full body turn towards whoever just spoke, and pulls out the Southern Politeness. The politeness that us southerners use when we want to kill someone

“Well, ma’am, if you’d like to keep ridin in my truck you best apologize to the young man who accompanies me.” He’s used to people being bitchy to him, but will not tolerate it directed towards you. I fully believe he has put people out of the truck, driven to Bo, and told him there were some target practice out about a mile or two away. Will refuse to let the twins waxify the rude tourists

Listens to you and tries his best to validate you, even if he doesn’t completely understand. Will do anything to make you feel better

Always always always buys you masculine clothing, even splurging on you (even if you insist he needs some clothes, he’ll just say, “naw, darlin’, I’m jus fine.”

NO HE’D LOVE TO SHARE CLOTHES WITH YOU IF HE COULD!!!!

I’m a slut for close intimacy that isn’t necessarily sexual, so he’d be more than happy to shower with you in the dark or make you the BIGGEST bubble bath possible

NOOO HE’D SIT JONESY DOWN AND EXPLAIN THAT “Y/N’s a boy, alright Jonesy? He’s one of the boys and we gotta treat him as such”

Does worry about when you bind, he’s read up on it and he worries about you getting hurt, but either way he will send you friendly reminders when it’s been 8 hours and very carefully washes what you bind with

Thomas Hewitt:

The Hewitt family is one of the few Christian families that live in Texas I would love to be around (I’m sorry, I have a thing against Texas and I’m suspicious of most Christians concerning my status as a queer person with a uterus in America)

Ok yea, it takes the whole family a little while to get used to everything, but Thomas and Luda are accepting and try to understand. They will also criminally assault Hoyt if he is dick

If Hoyt misgenders you, and if he does it on purpose, he better pray. Thomas will turn on his Extra Scary Mode and Luda will pull out a cast iron skillet she has set aside specifically for dealing with Hoyt

Thomas might make mistakes, but at the same time he doesn’t talk so I think that would affect how often he accidentally uses the wrong pronouns

Also, how much interaction does he have with gender and social norms?? I could see him not understanding why people think it’s a bad thing

Someone is a transphobic wad of dick cheese? Won’t eat that person, straight up won’t. Hell, he might not leave enough to eat

He keeps an eye on you and your binding, but I don’t think he’d be like Vincent and come forth from the shadows to remind you it’s been eight hours (at first at least). But he would try to find patterns to make you binders and makes sure they’re washed properly

He is a master seamster. Sews you clothes that are masculine and that fit and flatter you perfectly. You swear he uses magic when sewing you clothes because how can they possibly be this fitting and help you look so much more masculine??

Will do anything you need to feel better, from cuddles to clothes to tea. Would try to find advice from Luda on how to help you, and she’d tell him what kind of stuff usually helps people feel better, but she doesn’t know exactly what to do either

Would treat you in baths and showers, doing his best to distract you from how you feel with your body

He may not understand completely, but whew boy does he know what it’s like to have body issues. He understands that much, at least, and he aches that you feel similarly to the way he has his whole life

He doesn’t speak often, or like at all, but he’d give you a few words of validation and reassurance that he knows you’re a man, and that he sees you as a masculine individual, and that he loves you no matter what

Feels comfortable enough now to explore his gender

RZ! Michael Myers:

While this man is by no means a child, I don’t think he has a full grasp of gender (at least the way other people think he should)

Like come on y’all, he was locked up as a six year old child and didn’t get the whole experience of ya know,,, being raised (I will forever quote the person who said that Loomis’ degree was written in crayon, cause they were right)

So anyways I don’t think he really understands gender as like the rigid structure so many people think of it as. Like I know for me gender is just kinda weird. Like some sea animal with no shape, or mystery meat that shivers when you poke it

And thus he doesn’t understand transphobia at all. Like bro how does a person telling you their gender affect your life that much??

And along those lines, he may not fully understand dysphoria. His thinking is “you know you are boy, you have told me (the most important person in your life) that you are boy, so therefore you are boy”

THAT BEING SAID MY RZ MIKEY IS SOMFT AND TRYING HIS GODDAMNED BEST ALRIGHT?!!!?!??! He uses his lil 6th sense for gauging emotions to keep an eye on you and is by your side the second he detects a change

Bless his heart he’s a cat. Stares at you, will try bringing you things, and just shows up when you cry. He could be on the other side of the city, but he knows when you cry and will hightail it home

You have to warm him up to cuddles, but once you do his is always always ready

He kind of assumes you know how best to handle binding, but he will still keep an eye out and start to nudge you if you’ve had it on too long

This man doesn’t clean, he’s no help cleaning your binder, BUT he will bring you masculine clothing from a victims house...you just may need to use some lemon juice or hydrogen peroxide on it because I don’t think it was originally that shade of red

I think he’s more a bath person, and would love to try and return the kindness you show him by giving you a bath when you feel dysphoric. Might add too many bubbles, but he figures the more bubbles = the easier to hide under

Back to transphobia: he either kills them especially brutally, or really quickly because they don’t deserve the time of day. It depends on how badly they pissed him off. If someone misgenders you on purpose, you will see their face on the news the same day Mikey comes back with his coveralls soaked and pieces of flesh spattered onto his figure

He’s the kind of guy that you have to show him what to do at first to be helpful and validating, but after that he’s good to go. Give him a break he was never properly socialized as a child :(

Also understands the body issues (very few slashers don’t if I’m being honest) and will try to show you what helps him: making masks. He can be persuaded to extend that to making art

Another one that’s a masculine entity but not entirely a man in the traditional sense. He too thinks gender is a shivering mystery meat ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Alright that’s what I’ve got!!! Again I’m so sorry Ziggy :((( I hope you feel better, and if it helps any you’re definitely one of my slasher tumblr crushes <333333

I will also brutally murder anyone who misgenders you, just hit me up and I’ll grab my bat

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obeymycok · 3 years ago

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Demon bros vs Karen

I work at a trampoline park and unfortunately there's no shortage of crazy people who take their kids there. Last 2 weeks have been especially rough due to being understaffed and reaching max capacity all the time so this is a very self indulgent fic/headcanons. The bros come to see MC at work and someone is just absolutely going off on their precious human. MC is literally almost in tears but the Karen doesn't let up. What would the most powerful Rulers of Hell do to stand up for their MC?

I started this in the beginning of August and it took a more comforting turn at the end.

Taglist: @trashlord-007 @asmos-slut @q-ueue @simpinginthecorner @thatoneweebdammit

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"If you all aren't ready to go through this portal in 3 seconds I'm leaving you behind!" Lucifer yelled at his disorganized, bickering brothers.

"He started it!" Levi whined as he smacked Mammon one more time for good measure.

"I don't care who started it, I'll finish it!" Lucifer yelled before letting out a very tired sigh. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to take all 7 of them to the human world to visit MC. Mammon and Beel were excited to jump around and go wild. Satan and Belphie wanted to see what you do at work and catch up a bit. Asmo wanted to see all the cute kids but was worried about getting sweaty and dirty. Levi wasn't really down for all the people but you promised he could chill in the break room on the employee wifi if it ever got too much. And Lucifer just wanted to check up on you and make sure you were doing fine they all simp so bad it's embarrassing lmfao.

They finally get to the parking lot and see that the place is PACKED. Levi immediately gets nervous, while the other mostly just get annoyed. They walk in anyway towards the front desk where they see a long line.

"Looks like only one register is working." Satan stated as he realized no one else was at the other monitors.

"UHHH of course we had to pick a busy day..." Levi grumbled to himself as he slipped his headphones on.

Lucifer was about to scold the lot when they heard a shout from the front.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing? This is taking forever! Besides I'm already paying this much money for the wristbands alone and now you want me to PURCHASE special SOCKS too!? Fuck you!"

“I feel bad for whoever’s up front right now...” Beel said with a small frown.

“I-I’m sorry Ma’am, those are the rules of the park."

Wait a second...

Their collective 4 brain cells all came together and realized just who was facing off with the true demon.

“I think you’re just a dipshit who doesn’t know how to do their job! Lazy kids these days....I wanna speak to your MANAGER!”

Thankfully, just as the brothers were all about to collectively lose their shit, the manager stepped in and had the police called. They all quickly followed MC to the break room, Lucifer explaining to the manager that they were family and going to comfort MC.

“OI MC”

“Oh are you okay my darling?”

“This is why I hate normies...”

“Guys, come on. Give them a little space.” Beel said as he pushed through Mammon, Asmo and Levi.

He sat down next to MC on the small couch and gently put his hand on their back, slowly rubbing small circles. MC just latched onto Beel and started sobbing. Everyone else took that as their queue to gather as well, some just standing, others pulling up chairs, and the lucky few who also fit on the couch. The sobs soon turned to hiccups and sniffles as they started wiping their face.

“Here honey, use this.” Asmo said softly, pulling out some tissues as Satan also handed them a water bottle.

“Thanks guys...sorry about all that...” MC started but was quickly cut off by Mammon.

“Hey, don’t you start apologizing. That lady was a real bitch and that was really shitty what she said to you. It was also bullshit since...y’know...you’re always helping us when we need it. And obviously, if the Seven Avatars of the Devildom couldn’t solve their problems, no lazy idiot could.” He finished with a blush as he fought to maintain eye contact.

“Or they’re all idiots too.” MC said jokingly with a little chuckle.

Mammon took that as his cue to joke back, being all fake offended. Everyone else was giggling at the scene soon enough as Lucifer spoke up.

“That, we are, but that doesn’t make you any less of such an amazing person.”

“You should just come back with us MC. I’m sure you’re tired. We can take a nap together.” Belphie said with a cute lil smile.

“Sorry guys...I still have another hour left on my shift an-”

“No need to worry, MC. When I was talking with your manager, she’d told me to tell you to leave early. Only one person can run the front desk anyway and she was more than willing to make adjustments for you.” Lucifer added before they could finish their sentence.

MC sighed with relief and closed their eyes for a second. Looking back up and being greeted with those seven smiling faces was ironically heaven.

“Let’s go home.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mc #obey me brothers #obey me comfort #very self indulgent #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon

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chateautae · 4 years ago

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maybe i do | kth. VI

➵ summary : maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳ part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre : arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 25k

➵ warnings : swearing, angst, alcohol consumption, mentions of confrontative violence (w/ another character), mentions of a wound, some blood, heavy making out, sexual content, dom + sub dynamics, dom!tae, brief top!reader, straddling, marking, teasing, s e x u a l tension, loads of dirty talk, punishing, rough fingering (w/ a surprise), praising, slight humiliation, use of a mirror, choking, oral (m. receiving), massive c0ck tae cause hello?, deep-throating, cum swallowing (tae’s kinda soft with her here 🥺)

➵ a/n : okay so THIS chapter is worse than a roller coaster ride, i’m serious this chapter should scare you ASHGJFSLJ, all the love to my wonderful baby @hantaev for beta-reading and being so supportive, as always, feedback and comments mean a lot to me ! <3

chapter six : “my heart is pounding tonight”

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4 hours.

4 hours, and Taehyung hasn’t heard a single word from you.

4 hours, he’s spent sprawled on his couch, laid sleepless on his bed, and now sits brooding in his study.

4 hours, his chest has been filled with the same agony he felt the minute he let you go.

He couldn’t think straight, he couldn’t relax, and barely managed to get food in his system. The house felt too boring, too quiet, too cold.

Too empty.

Taehyung has never felt like this before, where it feels like his chest is heavy, he can’t stop fidgeting, bouncing his leg and persistently overthinking.

Is this anxiety? Taehyung thought. I never get anxious.

It was near laughable how little Taehyung grew fretful over anything, and yet here he was; restless as he remained seated silently in his chair without a single thought that isn’t you.

He just didn’t understand what happened, didn’t know your whereabouts, if everything was okay, if everything’s been solved. All Taehyung had left to pass the troubling time was reading the unanswered text messages he’d sent you.

[8:27 pm] Y/N, did you arrive at your office yet?

[8:58 pm] do you need me to come get you?

[9:15 pm] i can drive you home, get back to me when you can

[10:33 pm] are you okay? where are you?

[11:25 pm] i’m getting worried, princess, please answer me

[11:46 pm] come home to me, Y/N

It was midnight soon, and he’d already attempted calling your phone 4 times, yet you remained MIA. Taehyung felt like his heart was beating too fast, physically felt his mind spiraling the more he considered what could’ve happened to you.

The human mind is a frightening place, Taehyung discovered, because all he could do was jump to dreadful conclusions that had his stomach churning. Did you really drive there safe? Was everything okay when you walked on the streets by yourself? Did you even make it to your office?

He had no telling clue when this happened, but he now realized he feels genuine fear when considering worrying realities about your wellbeing.

And for fuck’s sake, he doesn’t know what he’ll do if something really did happen to you.

When the fuck did I even get like this?, he questioned himself repeatedly.

Taehyung would usually assert he doesn’t understand why he’s worrying so much, even better, try to deny his pesky emotions; push them away into the crevices of his subconscious so he didn’t have to brood over their significance. He would say that he rarely worries because he’s the cool and collected one, so his current feelings are simply a momentary, fleeting lapse.

But to admit that would make Taehyung a lying man, because he was not the same man anymore.

All he wanted was a text, a simple call so he could hear your soft voice, assure him you’re alright. He even considered simply arriving at your workplace unannounced, but it didn’t sit right with Taehyung thinking he’d be impeding on your work, compromising the trust you and him had established before he let you go.

But as the clock ticked by, and his phone remained desolate of your contact name, near suffocating stress began mounting onto his shoulders. The kind that was heavier and more agonizing than any work stress, and Taehyung had called his friend Namjoon for any sort of clear mind.

“Dude, it’s only been 4 hours, you can’t file a missing persons report that quickly.”

“And why the hell not?”

“Because she may not be missing, Taehyung. She just hasn’t gotten back to you yet.” Namjoon reasoned.

Taehyung’s tone grew snippy. “And how do you know that’s the case? What if something actually happened?”

“Look, from what you told me it’s a stressful situation, and Y/N’s handling it, you should trust her.”

“Hyung, she wasn’t even in a state to drive, I don’t even know if she made it to her office or not.”

“I know it’s worrying, but you also have to consider that she’s in a situation where you’re the least of her worries, Taehyung. She’s dealing with work, she’ll be away from her phone.” Namjoon offered sensibly.

“I understand that, Namjoon, but how am I supposed to just trust the worst hasn’t happened?” Taehyung became unsettled, his mind drifting towards fearful scenarios again. “What if I made a huge mistake.. letting her go alone?”

“Taehyung-ah, don’t think like that.” Namjoon encouraged supportively. “Look, you know I get worried when my wife’s out late too, but she always comes home. Y/N will be fine, you just need to wait for her.”

“But I want her to be fine in front of me.” Taehyung stressed. “How do I know she’s safe? How can you tell me everything’s fine when it may not be? I can’t just eat and sleep normally when she may need my help and I’m not there to protect her.”

“Woah, Tae..” His friend was taken aback on the other end. “This sounds nothing like you. Are you really not okay?”

Taehyung sighed heavily. “Fucking no, Hyung. I don’t think I am.” He felt a growing headache as he massaged his heavy eyes, plopping down onto a sofa in his study. “I don’t understand why I feel like this, I don’t fucking get any of this.” Taehyung breathed frustrated, far more emotional than he usually is.

“Taehyung-ah, it’s normal. She’s your wife. Fake marriage or not, it’s always scary knowing a woman is out late at night and hasn’t contacted you, but you should just remember Y/N is smart.”

“Namjoon, it’s not just about her being my wife anymore, it’s her.” Taehyung licked his lips uneasily, shaking his head. “I know she’s extremely capable, but she takes on the world all by herself as if she won’t get hurt, and I don’t want her to be alone anymore.” Taehyung practically beseeched, puffing out troubled air as he leaned back on the sofa. “I just want her to come home, I want to know she’s safe.”

“Taehyung...” His friend paused, considering his friend’s confession. “You’re never like this, man. I’ve never heard this from you.”

Taehyung remained quiet, an arm thrown over his eyes not exactly knowing what to say, only felt his mind raging with an abysmal storm inside.

“Taehyung-ah... be honest with me.” Namjoon suddenly perked up, seeming wishy-washy about what he’ll say next.

“About what?”

Namjoon paused, hesitating on the other end. “This.. doesn’t really seem fake anymore. Are you.. do you perhaps, feel something more for her?”

Taehyung automatically stiffened, utterly frozen. He felt like an error 404 not found code, malfunctioning as he attempted to digest what his older friend just asked him.

His lips perpetually remained in a state of starting a sentence, struggling for something even close to an answer. He was still blinking when he was interrupted by another incoming call, and caught sight of a name he didn’t even know could bring him such consolation upon reading it.

Y/N ♡

“Hyung, I have to go.” He abruptly ended the call with his friend, answering yours in mere seconds. “Y/N? Hello?”

“Dad..” You whined into the phone, complaining loudly as the sound of bar-goers drowned you out, not to mention the slight buzz in your own veins.

You knew at first dragging yourself to a bar after an already stressful 3 hours at the office was not a good idea, but after working so hard for so little, with no way out or a solution dawning on your team, alcohol seemed like the most optimal way of blowing off steam.

And especially complaining to your father while near trashed. “Please, you need to do something about Motherrr.”

“Y/N-ie, I would but you know I’m not in Korea right now.”

“I frickin’ know!” You shouted comically loud, whiskey and coke’s effervescent taste still on your tongue. “But I can’t do this anymore, dad. Why-why is she always like this? Why is it-does it always have to be me?”

“I don’t know, Y/N, I don’t know what’s going on with her.” Your dad answered honestly, his last word interrupted by the sound of your co-workers clinking shots of Vodka, you knocking back the burning liquid like a champ.

“I can’t speak on her behalf, but I can speak for myself and your brother. You have us, Y/N, and I can only ever hope that’s enough.” You downed another shot just for the fuck of it, chasing the hard liquor with some grapefruit juice while your father spoke earnestly. “We love you very much, you know that? And I hope everyday that makes up for what your mother puts you through.”

“I already know dat-that, dad, and I’m grateful.” You could feel the tingling effects of those two shots bubbling inside you now, suddenly eliciting an emotional response you otherwise would’ve kept hidden. “But.. why doesn’t she love me, dad? Why does she hate me so fucking much?”

You father sighed on the other end, hurt by the vulnerability in your voice. “That’s not true, Y/N. She loves you by wanting the best for you, she just does it in a very different way.”

“You know that’s not true, dad. It’s.. okay.” Raw emotion caught the back of your throat saying this, tears pricking your eyes as the alcohol made your feelings transparent. “I know she hates me, you can just admit it, it doesn’t hurt me anymore.”

“Y/N-ie, don’t do that to yourself.” Your father chastised you softly. “You don’t need to act like something doesn’t affect you, okay? If something hurts, it simply hurts, and you’re allowed to not be okay.” Your father said pacifyingly as if he’s reiterated this multiple times, in such a supportive tone it was easy to feel your throat clog up, tears brim your lash line threateningly.

But you instead swiped a shot from Yeji’s hand, downing it without a care in the world for your reckless alcohol consumption.

You just wanted everything to go away.

“Whatever, I don’t want to talk about her anymore.” You fixed yourself, waving off Yeji’s drunken protests about her shot. “Just help me, dad. I know I won’t-don’t ask for your help ofen-often, but please, please help me with this. This project.. I got it fair and square and I know she colluded with Yun & Ryu, please do something.” You hiccupped to your father like a child.

You could hear your father agreeing on the other end, or so you thought. The alcohol was hitting you hard, leaking into your bloodstream like everyone’s favourite worry-removal poison. “I’m sorry your mother did that. Don’t worry, okay? I’ll be back in Korea in a few days, and I’ll for sure sort something out for you, I promise.”

“Thank you, Dad.” You expressed your gratitude whole-heartedly, feeling a sudden wave of depression straight Vodka usually spelled for you. “I’m... I’m sorry I bother you so much. I’m sorry I’m an ungrateful daughter who makes everything worse for you.”

Your father grew soft. “Why is my wonderful, hard-working and resilient daughter apologizing? She has nothing to apologize for.”

“Because..” You felt your mind spinning with emotion, with overbearing thoughts alcohol only seemed to magnify. “I’m... not a won-wonderful daughter, Dad.” You sniffled.

“Y/N-ie, don’t say that, alright? You and your brother Yoongi are my greatest prides, never think you are worth any less.” Your father reassured, making a small, intoxicated smile grace your face.

“I love.. you, Dad.” You hiccupped, cheeks beyond flushed.

“I love you too, Y/N. Your dad’s always here.” You were still smiling like a sad idiot, circling your emptied shot glass mindlessly until your dad suddenly perked up. “And Y/N, I know you’re drinking right now.”

You blinked, eyes bugging out like a deer caught in headlights. “W-what? I’m.. I wouldn’t drink, dad. You’re hearing things.”

“I may be old, but I’m not stupid. Just remember to slow down, please? And get home safely, I don’t want you out this late at night.”

“Pft, what? I’m fine, dad.” You hiccupped again. “How-why do I nweed someone to kick-pick me up? I’m not drinking.” Your words bled together in ways a sober person’s wouldn’t, your father unconvinced.

“Y/N-ie, I know you have a low tolerance for alcohol. Where’s your husband right now? Is Taehyung not with you?”

And that’s when your eyes went wide, mouth falling agape near comically realizing you’re incredibly stupid.

“Oh my God, Taehyung!” You smacked your forehead, and honestly quite hard. “I never called him back! I’m so sorry dad, I have to go, I’ll call you later.” You quickly pressed the end call button that really seemed to be splitting into two as this point.

With a spinning mind, you blinked incessantly sifting through your contacts until you located Taehyung’s name, not even comprehending how you so easily forgot to call him when his cologne from his gigantic clothes constantly comforted you all day.

You clicked his contact multiple times, your co-worker Yeji complaining next to you when you tapped the call button. “Y/N, who are you calling now?”

“My Taehyung, I mean-husband.” You lightly hiccupped.

“Pft, imagine having a husband to call, Mary.” Yeji intoxicatingly nudged your project leader, who was scarfing down another shot.

“I have a husband, guiness-genius.” Mary corrected. “But definitely not one that’s the Kim Taehyung.”

Your team all reveled at the mention of his name once again, having already hooted, hollered and teased you for the dark hickeys on your neck, mussed hair and near drowning in clear men’s clothes. They were all whistling again through intoxicated laughter and comments, oddly observing Alex among everyone didn’t join their noise.

Weird.

Anyway, you became all giggly under everyone’s suggestive scrutiny, really thinking about having a husband like Taehyung, and then the realization hit you like you were a giddy high-schooler.

The Kim Taehyung, one of the most prestigious, wealthiest CEO’s in Seoul, was your husband.

Right then and there, you heard his deep voice pulling you out your reverie through your phone. “Y/N, hello? Are you listening to me?”

“Taehyung!” You lit up excitedly, Yeji winking as she slid over another shot to you, slamming the glass back down on the counter after a triumphant swig.

“It’s my Taehyung, everyone! My husband Kim-Tae-hyung.” You reiterated his name by each syllable, comically loosening up. “Such a fucking cool name, isn’t it? He’s the most powerful CEO ins-in Seoul..” You slurred addressing everyone. “He was one of Korea’s most elibigle-eligible bachelors too, but not anymore! He’s on Forbes Youngest and most.. handsome? No, wait, successful-?”

“Yes, it’s me, Princess. Where have you been? Are you not at your office?” His voice sounded worried, making you pout at what you considered his overreaction. “Why didn’t you text me back?”

“I was busy, okay! N-Nary-I mean, Mary, she was.. she had this idea..” Your speech lost cohesion, snickering with your co-workers at the way you said Mary’s name wrong. “Uh.. what-what I was saying again?”

“Y/N.. are you drunk?”

“Why does everybody keep saying that? I’m fine!” You slammed your palm against the counter like a child, tone high-pitched.

“Oh, really, you’re sober? Why do I hear sounds of a bar on your end, then? Didn’t I tell you to be safe?” He had a disappointed lilt to his tone, clear shuffling on his end of the call.

“I... um, I wasn’t, our company has a bar, g-genius” You tried offering straight-forwardly, but it clearly didn’t work.

Taehyung sighed heavily on the other end. “Princess, where are you? Do you know the name of the bar?”

“Yeah, pft, of course I do. Just hold your handsome face up, Casanova.” You drawled into the phone, turning to mindlessly yell at the entire bar much, much louder than you anticipated. “Does ANYBODY know the name of this bar? I am asking for SCIENTIFIC purposes.”

You swore you heard Taehyung smack his forehead over the phone, your lips falling into a little ‘o’ forgetting to cover your phone’s receiver. Your face instantly heated up listening to the guffaws from the bar, shrinking into the smallest thing possible in your chair.

“We’re at McGill’s, Y/N.” Alex answered kindly, flashing a comical thumbs up to him for his help.

“Was that Alex just now? He’s there too?”

“Yessir, is that a problem, Prince Charming?” You teased, giggling at the end of your remark.

You could practically feel Taehyung rolling his eyes, moving around on his end. “Fuck this, I’m coming to you. Please stay at the bar, I’ll be there right away.” You then heard the telling sound of keys clinking, soon the door of your home being opened.

“Noo, I’ll just take an uber homee.” You whined, feeling guilty for disturbing him. “You don’t have to leave the house for me, you should.. be resting.” You hiccupped, hand just barely holding your phone to your ear anymore.

“I can’t rest until you’re home, Princess. Just wait for me, I’m coming for you.” You heard his Merc roar to life, his voice far more sweet and soothing than it should’ve been.

And you acquiesced.

“Okay.” You replied with a visible pout, ending the call as your nimble fingers clambered for another shot.

Taehyung shoved the doors to the bustling bar open, eyes frantically searching over the hoard of people mingling and drinking. He tried to discern the jacket he gave you in the midst of people, swatting some stray snow off himself.

He then finally spotted the familiar brown of his coat, swaddling a tiny person propped on a chair, leaned over lazily against the bar’s counter. You were laughing as Taehyung found your pretty face, your familiar eyes glistening under the bar’s lights, cute cheeks entirely flushed.

He took a long, relieved breath, thanking God you were completely safe.

He weaved through inebriated people and ignored them if they recognized him, rushing over to you as his large palm landed on your small shoulder. “Y/N.”

You whirled around with your big eyes, cheering adorably. “Taehyung! You’re here!” Your sweater paws flailed drunkenly hugging his torso, shoving your face into his coat.

A warm smile inched onto Taehyung’s lips, endeared by the action. “Yeah, I’m here.” His arms found purchase around you, satisfied he was holding you again.

He then rubbed your back, lightly instructing you. “C’mon now, let’s go home.” He heard you protest in a low whine, though your jelly-like body made it easy for Taehyung to bend down and get your arm draped over his shoulder. He then glanced at your half a dozen co-workers simply in awe of him, politely nodding. “I’ll be leaving with Y/N now, thank you.”

But as Taehyung tugged you off your seat, your weight drastically pulled him down, your feet completely giving away. “Oh, shit.” Taehyung swore as he caught you, arm secured around your waist as intoxicated giggles spilled from your mouth. Taehyung’s eyes flickered to your co-workers, eyebrows furrowed with worry. “Um.. can someone please tell me how much she drank tonight?”

“Woah, hold up, you’re actually Kim Taehyung?”

“Holy shit, we literally work with Kim Taehyung’s wife.”

“Y-you’re a thousand times more handsome in real life.” Mary confessed drunkenly as she soaked Taehyung in, making him purse his lips as he curtly asked again.

“Thanks, but not my concern. How much did you all let her drink?”

Your co-workers equally began scratching their heads, pretty lost on how much you specifically drank. Taehyung sighed disappointingly as he held your intoxicated body next to him, ticked off until he had even more reason to be.

“She just had mixed Whiskey and some shots of Vodka, it’s not that bad.” Alex suddenly offered nonchalantly a few seats down, Taehyung’s eyes flashing to him with dislike, replying coldly. “It’s a lot for her, she doesn’t handle alcohol well.”

“Taee, I just had some shots.. I-I’m as responsible as they.. come.” You hiccupped and lost strength in your legs again, nearly giving way until Taehyung clutched you to closer to him. He took a worried breath as he snatched your purse off the bar counter, eyes falling to some sort of portfolio case hooked onto your chair.

“Princess, is this yours?” Taehyung asked gently, senselessly nodding to him with your face smooshed in his coat. He nabbed the bag and slung your belongings over his shoulder, fixing you flush against his side until you whined all of a sudden. “Taehyungg, why can’t we stay here?”

He could see the pout on your lips, growing soft. “Because we have to get you home and out of my clothes, baby. Let’s call it a night, yeah?” He encouraged gently, his arms encircling your shoulders as Taehyung looked at your co-workers. “Nice to meet you all, but I’m taking my pretty wife home.” His eyes flitted over everyone with a light grin until he found Alex’s for a purposeful second, licking his lips with a dead stare.

“Let’s go, Princess.” He declared and broke eye contact, cradling your head to him as he led you both outside, cold air hitting with a sudden rush and falling snowflakes. You exclaimed in seconds, cowering into Taehyung’s figure. “Taehyung! It’s so cold!”

He stopped the pair of you just outside the bar, speaking gingerly as he set you in front of him. “I know, that’s why I gave you my coat, remember?” Taehyung watched as the snow began to delicately collect in your hair, taken by the sight.

It made you appear too pretty for your own good, a smile finding Taehyung as he leaned down slightly to fasten his coat’s lapels around you, buttoning it for you.

Your mind was woozy, eyes practically half-lidded with alcohol-flushed cheeks watching Taehyung silently work the coat. Even in your inebriated state, the tinge of cold rosiness to his face made him appear breath-taking, snowflakes gracing his long eyelashes as he looked down.

You stared at him, unable to filter any of your thoughts.

“How are you so handswome?” You gazed at him with a small slur, lips hiding behind the collar Taehyung fixed around you. His coffee eyes flashed to yours, chuckling.

“My parents. They’re better looking than me, though.” His smile was heart-warming, multiplying your admiration by tenfold. “No..” You denied softly, Taehyung’s sight meeting yours as a sweater paw came up to his cheek, your dainty hand poking out to touch his cold skin. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

Taehyung stopped, eyes completely round as he met your gaze, fairly used to being appreciated for his looks though it oddly felt different coming from you.

The meaning felt different.

“T-thank you.” He stuttered out, swallowing. Your hand remained on his cheek while Taehyung held onto your collar, admiring your snuggled up self until both your hands suddenly cupped his cheeks, bringing his face closer to yours.

“You’re like a bear.”

Taehyung’s lips curved as he snickered, letting you hold him. “A bear?”

You nodded like a child. “You’re so fluffy.. and your chweeks.” Your voice was muffled as you squished his face, Taehyung growing endeared.

He was simply enjoying the moment until you swayed suddenly, falling into him abruptly and Taehyung caught you. “Woah, okay there. You won’t be able to walk like this.” He grew concerned, rounding your shoulders as his other arm hooked underneath your knees, lifting you up bridal-style.

You immediately scrambled, completely shocked. “Wait! I’m-I’m heavy, Taehyung, you don’t, put me down!” You rambled at him alarmed, hooking onto the nape of his neck in a flash.

Taehyung waved you off. “Shut up, remember I said I could probably throw you? You feel like nothing.” He assured, beginning his steps towards his car he had to unfortunately park down the street. “It’s okay.”

You acquiesced and grew small in his hold, your head far too heavy as it fell against his chest. Your eyes gradually drew shut as he walked steadily, soaking in his body heat and comforting cologne.

It felt safe in his arms, like he was the only world you knew in that moment as your temple rested against his beating heart. “Thank you” You murmured, fingers soothing the back of his neck.

“Hm?” He hummed, drawing closer to hear you better.

“Thank you.” You repeated. “For coming for me.”

You’re not sure what expression was on Taehyung’s face, though you did feel his arms coil around you tighter, pulling you close until your forehead met his neck. He continued walking, his steps calm as you both remained in some sort of quiet bliss, the snow falling nearly meditative.

“We’re almost there, Princess.” His dulcet voice spoke gently, the vibration through his chest causing your heart to flutter, and temporarily lull you to sleep.

Taehyung shut the door behind himself using your feet, setting you down on the small steps of the front foyer and leaning you against the wall. He removed his shoes and knelt down onto a knee before you, undoing the laces of your boots as you came to consciousness.

You started lightly giggling at him, causing Taehyung to quirk his eyebrows and playfully scrutinize you. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re-you’re on your knees for me.” You snickered, recalling your conversation with Hana. You hid your face behind your hands, embarrassed as you loosely remembered the scandalous things she said.

Taehyung couldn’t help but find you the most adorable thing on Earth, thinking maybe it’s not such a bad thing when you’re drunk.

He simply smiled and slipped off your shoes, shredding off his coat thereafter and tucking it away on a hook. He lifted you up, letting you incline your inebriated figure on him as he removed your (his) coat from you.

You were mumbling senseless things with half-lidded eyes, Taehyung thinking you very much need to lay down after a glass of water and maybe some food. “Hey, did you eat anything?”

You didn’t respond, rather wobbled to maintain your balance and Taehyung caught you for the hundredth time, deciding to simply take you to your shared bedroom first. He swept you up in his arms again, nabbing your belongings and ascending the stairs, your body coming to a settled state of near sleep again.

“Jagiya, don’t sleep just yet. We need to change your clothes first.” Taehyung whispered to the crown of your head, sauntering down the hallway until you roared to life.

“Noo, I wanna stay in this.” You complained with a whine.

“You were out like this all day, we’ll get you something comfier before you sleep.”

“No, I don’t wanna sleep.” You protested, swinging your legs and scrambling in his arms.

“Hey, stop acting like a child. You already went against my word today and did something dangerous.” Taehyung chastised you, adjusting his hold to maintain your whining figure.

“No I didn’t, I was safe.” You bit back grumpily, crossing your arms. Taehyung toed your bedroom door open and angled your feet to switch the lights on, walking inside with you.

“You didn’t even text me back, how was I supposed to know you were safe?” He continued, setting you down on your feet and tossing your bags onto the bed.

He returned with his eyes finding your little body drowning in his shirt, rubbing your eyes. It was cute until he spotted your marked up neck, dark hickeys blossomed across your skin, and when he considered you’re wearing nothing underneath his own clothes, he found it hot as hell.

“I just for-forgot.” You slurred out suddenly, holding up a hand to fight him back.

“Why’d you even go to a bar? You’re a lightweight.” He started reaching to undo your shirt until you sluggishly pushed his hands away.

“You know what, Mr. Kim? Why do you..” You prodded his chest accusingly, speaking whatever came to your mind. “Have to be so sexy?”

Taehyung blinked. “Huh?”

“You heard me, it’s not fair.” You nearly staggered until Taehyung’s hands instinctively steadied you, shoving away his hands harshly. “That too. Who asked you to be nice? Why can’t you just be an asshole? It’s not fair, you’re not fair.” You babbled out.

“What-”

“It’s not fair..” Your hands came up to his broad chest. “that you’re so fucking fine.” You shoved him back at your words, Taehyung faltering in accordance as assertions mindlessly spilled from you.

“It’s not fair that you have a deep, sexy voice.” You pushed him again, Taehyung’s palms wrapping around your wrists confused. “Y/N, what are you-”

“That your hands are so fucking big.” Another shove, his hold faltering when you pushed again. “That you’re such an unbothered, intelligent, hot CEO.”

“Princess-

“That you’re so tall. That you’re built so fucking perfectly it makes me want to jump you.” You then forced Taehyung back hard enough he plopped onto the bed, his eyes round as you stood in between his long legs, hands on his broad shoulders.

“And it’s not fair..” You then grappled your legs onto his strong thighs, straddling him, hands looping around his neck letting the alcohol boost your confidence.

“It’s not fair.. that you’re right in front of me, but I can’t have you.” And just when Taehyung registered what you said, you crashed your lips onto his in a single breath.

Your movements were fast and rough, fingers tangling into his hair with your mouth swallowing him like you were starved. You just wanted to taste him, tongue slithering inside to consume him, clothed core grinding against his crotch as you moved.

Taehyung hesitantly mouthed in returned, arms encasing you securely until he tasted the Vodka on your tongue, disconnecting his lips. “Hey, Princess, you’re drunk, okay? You need to sleep, not kiss me.”

“No, I want to kiss you.” You demanded before suddenly lunging forward, sending Taehyung backwards onto the bed as you landed on top, kissing him messily again.

Your horny body moved against him in pleasurable tandem, arousal spiking through your core as you groaned into his mouth. Taehyung was utterly taken by the sheer power of your kiss, reveling at the new sensation of you on top of him and he steadily became lost in you.

The alcohol suddenly tasted heavenly on your tongue, making out with you in full force as his arms began to wrap around your torso, but your newly acquired confidence spelled other plans.

You boldly grabbed Taehyung’s hands and forced them back against the sheets, not allowing him to touch you as your fingers interlaced and restricted him. It was funny how much smaller your hands were in comparison to his, yet you were the one pinning him down, feeling him try to resist you though you only forced him back harder.

Your mouths were completely sealed together, kissing sloppily and fervently until you propped off his mouth to breathe, instead trailing kisses down his chiseled jaw. Taehyung took a breath of air, having been so completely lost in your act of dominance he was getting too turned on.

He then remembered the reality of the moment, tasting the remnants of alcohol in his own mouth and he quickly scrambled to direct your attention elsewhere. “Princess, you’re still drunk. Why don’t we do something else?” Taehyung’s eyes flittered around the room for something to distract you, aroused at your lips descending to his neck

He spotted your art portfolio on the bed, eyes lighting up immediately. He nearly went for it until your mouth latched onto his pulse point for the first time, Taehyung groaning at the sweet sensation of your mouth sucking his skin. It was thrilling to feel you pinning him down too, not used to the loss of dominance at all it caused blood to spike to his dick.

He almost gave into the euphoric feeling until he detangled a hand from yours, reaching for the portfolio desperately. He managed to unclip and tug it open, grabbing at any random sheets trying to forget your pretty lips on his neck.

He sprawled some papers on the sheets, trying to get your attention. “Hey, hey, Y/N, tell me about these. Let’s look at these.. designs...” Taehyung trailed, finding himself suddenly focused on your striking artwork.

His eyes naturally fell to the multitude of designs and buildings you drew, amazed at not only the variety in your creativity, but how detail-oriented and carefully each design was sketched. He was far more than impressed, knowing you were talented just based on the small snippets he caught glimpses of before, but witnessing your skill in all its glory, he couldn’t help but marvel at you.

Your talent is way too good to be working humbly at some small company, you deserved to be part of something much bigger. No wonder Yun & Ryu, an infamous law firm initially chose you; your designs were innovative and captivating.

Taehyung was brought back to reality when you started kissing down his throat and tugging harshly, desparately at his shirt for him to take it off. Taehyung knew better and immediately reprimanded you.

“Princess, stop it, you’re drunk. We’re not taking off clothes.” He lightly scolded, your whiney self coming off his neck to pout with sad eyes. “But why not?”

Taehyung physically felt his heart leap, sincerely a weak man when it came to your eyes and lips; a lethal combination that could easily have him offering you the world on a silver platter. “You’re not sober, Y/N. Let’s go to sleep, alright?”

You still had his one hand held hostage, comfortably laying on top of him as your free hand found his jaw, not wanting to sleep yet. “Can I still kiss you here?” You pressed a single peck to his lips and drew away, cheeks warm as your eyes regarded him innocently.

Taehyung licked his lips and cracked a smile before you spoke again. “Can I kiss here?” You then kissed the apple of his cheek, insides all giddy.

“You know, this is called an angel kiss.” You told him, lips delicately meeting his eyelid for another peck. Taehyung’s eyes naturally fluttered close, letting your soft lips kiss his one mono-lid, something so easily tangible beating in his heart that he was just on the cusp of understanding it.

Though remained oblivious for his own good.

“I love forehead kisses.” You giggled, bringing yourself to plant a kiss to his forehead until finally catching sight of the adorable mole Taehyung has on the tip of his nose, drawing close to him once more.

“I’ve always.. wanted to kiss your mole, right here.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you placed a delicate against the tip of Taehyung’s nose, creating space between you two to look into his glistening eyes.

Taehyung couldn’t help but look at you as if you’d hung the moon, entirely endeared as he spoke his thoughts with a soft chuckle. “You’re seriously too cute right now, I’m recording this.” Taehyung shuffled to grasp his phone from his pocket, accessing the camera and quickly pressing record. He positioned it so that it caught a side profile view of you two; your small figure perched on his chest as he laid against the bed comfortably, his other arm encasing you on top.

“Y/N, say hi to your future self watching this, tell her what you’re doing.” Taehyung teased, talking for the camera knowing this is perfect blackmail for later.

“Noo, oh my God.” You became shy, hiding your face into Taehyung’s neck as you laughed incessantly.

“Oh, c’mon. Who’s the one who gave me this hickey right here? And here?” Taehyung started displaying his neck, adorned with fresh hickeys you’d sucked onto him.

“Taehyung, stop! You’re the one who gave me these.” You gestured towards your own marks, knowledgeable of how dark and purple they were “Why don’t you give me all those kisses again as punishment, then?” Taehyung playfully urged you, and your inebriated self decided to play along.

“Which one, this one?” You kissed his cheek, all shy and childlike.

“Mmm, give me the one you called an angel kiss.” He suggested, biting back a stupid grin as you pressed a kiss to his double-lid eye.

He then purposefully batted his long eyelashes to tickle you, laughing together. Taehyung smiled whole heartedly, making one last request.

“Can I get my favourite one? On my lips?” He puckered them slightly awaiting your kiss, and you easily complied by pecking his pillowy lips, grinning as your arms hooked around his neck, gazing at him.

“Mm, that’s my princess.” He praised with a glowing smile. You grew sheepish at his words and found the junction of his neck, his warm palm rubbing your back as you did so.

You laid there, absorbing the vibration his baritone voice sent. You basked in his masculine scent, finding yourself far more comfortable than you’ve ever felt. Your loose snuggle transformed into a hug, Taehyung stopping the video and tossing his phone to the side, returning your embrace as he let you rest on him.

You felt the steady rise and fall of his chest, heard the pounding of his pulse point. You felt so euphorically sound, so tranquil it allowed your mind previously clouded with alcohol to clear up. You began to think back on how you even got yourself into this mess, why you’d become drunk and somehow ended up in Taehyung’s arms, laid on top of him as he stroked your back.

You remembered your petty mother, her idea of ‘discipline’ meaning destroying your dream, far worse than any punishment a parent could give a child.

It all made your gated emotions rush out far easier than you liked, as if the high you chased with alcohol was now coming down, bringing along daunting thoughts you’d always kept hidden. Your mother’s hatred you’ve felt for years, all the vile words she spat at you returning as harmful weapons, not even remembering the last time you actually felt loved by her.

The last time she’d call you by your name without an insult, had her genuinely compliment you, provide you with something a mother is meant to.

You felt years worth of sorrow resurfacing, arriving in a wave you didn’t know was okay to let loose. You teetered on swallowing it all down, habitually bury it deep inside you like you always have, maintain that strong farce you’ve always kept.

That was, until your father’s words suddenly rang in your ears, loud and clear as you felt yourself unraveling, just seconds away from giving in.

If something hurts, it simply hurts. You’re allowed to not be okay.

And that’s when raw, deeply-rooted emotion caught the back of your throat, your eyes naturally watering within seconds as your heart constricted. It was subdued pain, the same agony you’ve felt for numerous years whenever it came to your mother.

Your chest tightened, ached terribly, throat closing up carrying the weight of years feeling unloved, undeserving of any care, not worthy of being cherished as a human being. It was hard, extremely hard to watch other children be loved by their mothers, rather encourage their dreams instead of cutting their wings.

And just when you felt like your world collapsing, you felt the comforting touch of Taehyung’s hand, aimlessly smoothing your back, his warmth radiant.

It then suddenly felt easy for tears to automatically well up in your eyes, your arms detangling from around Taehyung’s neck to hide your face in your palms.

Taehyung was only focused on soothing your back, enjoying the moment until he felt something wet fall onto his collarbone. He then felt you retract your hands, hearing the littlest of sniffles from you and it caught his attention.

“Hey, are you okay?” Taehyung asked, trying to peer at you though you only hid your face further into his neck. Your breaths became shaky, trying to conceal your whimpering. “Y/N, are you crying?”

Then came your small sobs, body breathing erratically as cries escaped you, tears spilling onto Taehyung’s shirt freely. “Wait, Princess. Don’t cry, please don’t cry.” Taehyung pleaded, never having thought the sound of you crying could be so devastating.

“Why does she hate me?” Your voice broke, asking with a quiver. “Why does she hate me so much? What did I do so wrong?”

Taehyung’s hand came up to cradle the back of your head, holding you tighter as his own emotions grew weak listening to you. “Why can’t I have a mother that loves me, Taehyung? Just once, just once I want to know the love of a mother.”

Your voice was gut-wrenching, so agonized it broke Taehyung into pieces. He couldn’t stand it, not when you were crying on him and all he could do was hug you, hug you until you felt better, hug you until your tears stopped spilling.

Taehyung could just never stand this entire situation with your mother in the first place, having always been devastated about it. His own parents have never once intruded on his life or work, never attempted to stifle his success as some sort of punishment. Yet, you had to experience this for some reason, someone who only humbly and innocently desires to achieve something on their own. Someone who’s risked so much to travel down their own path, yet is having the way obstructed by some controlling, bitter parent.

He disdained the universe even more to think you’ve seldom felt a mother’s love, something every child deserves in this world. He just despised that it had to be you, felt tears prick at his eyes thinking how unfair it is you’re forced to be hurt like this.

“I just deserve it, don’t I? I deserve to be treated horribly. I don’t deserve her love, or anyone else’s.” Your voice grew miserable, reflecting daunting thoughts you’ve had for years. “I’m just a stubborn brat who makes everyone’s lives so much harder. I don’t deserve anything good at all.”

“No, don’t say that. Please, don’t say that.” Taehyung was frightened at how easily he was hurt. He hated the way your voice broke, despised that you believed the words you said. He wanted to disprove every syllable of them. “That’s not true at all.”

“But it is true. I even make your life so much harder, I don’t deserve you either. I don’t deserve your kindness, your warmth or your help. I’m such a hassle, I act stubborn and don’t do anything for you. I just deserve to be alone.” Your words trembled, crying despairingly on Taehyung as it did something to his heart he never thought possible.

“Y/N, don’t say that to me, you don’t make the call on what you do and don’t deserve from me, okay?” Taehyung felt tears brimming his eyes, stroking the tresses of your hair to comfort you. “I make that call. I chose you, remember? I choose to be kind, I choose to care, I choose to help you.” Taehyung didn’t know he could so desperately want to take away someone else’s suffering, how easily he wanted to be the one suffering just so you didn’t have to feel this way.

“You don’t make my life hard at all. You make my life warm, you know that? You do a lot for me, more than you know. So please, Y/N, please stop crying.” Taehyung begged, wanting to see your doe-eyes instead, the curve of your little lips, maybe hear your laugh.

“But it hurts, Taehyung. It hurts. After so long it just hurts.” You cried harder, years worth of keeping yourself shut now being released, and Taehyung’s sincere words only added to your emotion, only made you open up more.

“I know, I know it hurts, you’ve been alone for so long, haven’t you?” Taehyung felt his throat closing up, able to relate to your feelings of loneliness because not long ago, you were once the one holding onto him, insisting he wasn’t alone, that he had you here.

Taehyung remembered that solace, now channeling his gratitude for that moment towards consoling you, to never letting you go. “But it hurts me too, Princess, to hear you cry, to hear you say things like this. So please, don’t say them. I’m here when it hurts, I’m here when you’re not okay.”

And just when you thought his words were already the most genuine, heart melting things you’ve ever been told, Taehyung said the one thing you’ve always wanted to hear your entire life.

“I’m here, so you’re not alone anymore.”

Your cries automatically transformed into gratified tears, letting your walls come down. You didn’t need them anymore, not when Taehyung is right here, when he’s so close and comforting.

Your arms coiled around him tightly, hugging him like he was the only safe space you knew, allowing yourself to give in, allowing yourself to be vulnerable, and the sensation felt liberating.

Taehyung felt his heart beating with something ardent, his own realization dawning on him as he held your sad, crying figure. He never wants to hear such agonizing words from you, never wants to see you in such pain, only desires to give you everything you were never given, because otherwise it leaves his heart unexpectedly broken.

And Taehyung minutely had Namjoon’s question from earlier today pop into his mind, thinking this was possibly his road to an answer.

Though he decided to not dwell on the thought.

Your eyes fluttered open to find yourself in Taehyung’s clothes again, not the same ones you’d left the house in a hurry in, but a new set.

You felt groggy, head heavy as the alcohol from last night weighed you down. Your arm instinctively reached over to Taehyung’s side of the bed, finding it empty. You nearly got worried until you heard the sound of running water in his bathroom, easing you.

You spotted painkillers and a glass of water on the bedside table next to you, thinking it was probably Taehyung’s work as you downed the tablets. You decided to start fresh this morning and take a shower in your own bathroom, shredding off your clothes. It was eye-opening to look at yourself in the mirror, the effects of last night having not done you well, especially spotting Taehyung’s hickeys littered across your neck and chest.

A shot of arousal hit you instantly, remembering the ghost of his lips on your skin, thinking he had a serious kink for marking and it was nothing short of hot.

Quite frankly, Taehyung seemed wildly kinky in general, and it ignited every nerve in your body to explore that side of him someday.

Then came the memories of yesterday, how the hickeys even ended up there, your escapade in the kitchen that was interrupted by your witch of a mother. You shivered, embarrassed at how easily he had you moaning his name against a counter.

You snapped yourself out of it quickly, wrapping a bathrobe around yourself and searching for your usual scrunchie to tie your hair for the day. You swore it was on your wrist last night, especially when you’d left the house in such a hurry to the office.

All you really remembered from that part of the night was the bar, calling your father drunk, Taehyung coming for you, somehow ending on top of him and crying like a child into his neck.

You felt extremely embarrassed remembering that part specifically, choosing to instead wipe your brain clean. It was better to act like you’d forgotten, certain your drunk self must’ve done something very bold to even end up on top of Taehyung, only recalling the way you restricted his hands while kissing his neck. You smirked at the memory, deciding maybe your scrunchy was in your purse, sauntering over to your room to scour your bag.

You came up short, believing Taehyung maybe knew of its whereabouts considering last night. You rapped at his bathroom door in accordance, calling his name. “Taehyung!”

Said man then opened the door, peering at you with a toothbrush in his mouth, bare body and hair soaking wet with only a towel hung around his hips, indicative of just having taken a shower.

Your eyes greedily soaked him in; his taut, broad frame, catching the beads of water that dripped down his lean muscle, the column of his throat, the messy, tousled arrangement of his soaked locks.

He looked like a Greek God.

You were only interrupted by his sudden questioning, eyeing you with a cocked brow. “Do you need something, or are you gonna keep staring at me?”

You physically shook your head, clearing your throat to save your pride. “I-uh, do you know where my scrunchy is? The one I wear on my wrist?”

Taehyung smirked to himself before spitting into the sink, running water to rinse his mouth. “Not sure, maybe check one of my drawers.”

You ventured inside, beginning to access his drawers silently. “Why are you asking me, anyway?”

“You picked me up last night, I was thinking you had it.” You answered absent-mindedly, only finding Taehyung’s belongings in his drawers, your lips drawing into a natural pout as you searched.

You heard Taehyung hum in understanding, splashing water on his face. “How are you feeling today?” He stole a glance at you, discerning you didn’t appear as hungover as he predicted.

And you were doing that thing with your lips again.

“I’m alright, I know it takes less for me to get drunk so I don’t get bad hangovers.” You replied honestly, scouring his drawers until another thought came to you. “Though not so good considering I know you changed my clothes last night, you weirdo.”

Taehyung was automatically offended. “Pardon?”

“I was drunk and you changed my clothes, that can be considered pervy behaviour, Kim.”

“What?” He knitted his brows together. “No it can’t, I’m your husband.”

“That doesn’t make it okay, genius.”

Taehyung had to stop you. “Okay, hold up, I was just doing you a favour.”

“You could’ve just put me in my own clothes, loser, why yours?” You retorted, standing with crossed arms.

“Your clothes are small and tight, my clothes are more comfortable.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head disapprovingly. “It’s cause I’m small, Taehyung, they fit me. How do I even know you didn’t peak?” You narrowed your eyes at him, watching him close the tap as water dripped from his beautiful bare face.

Taehyung scoffed, cocking an eyebrow with his palms resting on the counter. “I’ve already seen everything underneath your clothes, Princess.” He eyed you knowingly with a coy grin, purposefully scanning over your body like he remembered every detail of it.

And that’s when you remembered Taehyung eating you out like a starved man in your kitchen, and you felt your core temporarily spark recalling the feeling of his skilled tongue licking your pussy.

You shivered, scrambling to counter him with a displeasured look. “I don’t remember anything, Mr. Kim, especially from yesterday.” You crossed your arms tighter and feigned innocence, refusing to look at him.

“Oh, really? Want a reminder?” You ignored Taehyung while he grabbed his phone along with a face towel from his counter, slinging it around his neck as he fiddled with the device.

You then watched him hold out the phone in your direction as he dabbed his face unbothered, displaying a recorded video of you laying on top of him. You then watched him ask you questions about hickeys and kissing, yourself giggling like a high schooler and then proceeding to kiss his entire face without a single sliver of shame.

Your cheeks immediately heated up.

“T-that’s.. I was- I was drunk! That’s not fair, delete it.” You complained, hands snatching for his phone but he immediately retracted his hand.

“I’d rather sell my kidney than delete this.” He laughed, smiling mischievously. “You’re cute when you’re drunk, you know that?” Taehyung was smug, smirking as he stopped the video and casted his phone aside, drying his skin.

You hated the upper-hand he’d required, rolling your tongue on the inside of your cheek as you remembered a very important detail from the video. You grew mischievous, watching him mind his own business as he focused on his skin care routine, yourself tempted by his wet skin and nearly naked body.

You sauntered over to him, suddenly wrapping your arms around his torso from behind, hugging him as your hands greedily felt up his toned stomach. You watched him perk up, impressed. “Princess trying to start something?”

“You know what else is cute?” Your voice was sultry, your teasing fingers traversing down his body inch by inch until you reached his towel, meeting his confused eyes through your reflection.

“When you’re a bottom, Kim.” You then grabbed his length through the thin towel, watching him hiss in pleasure. “Takes so little to get you underneath me, huh? Didn’t you talk a big game about dominance? Where’s that attitude now, sailor?” You began palming at him, having already been impressed by the size of Taehyung’s dick just yesterday, but now with only a measly towel as a barrier, his large size was much more apparent, and much more thrilling.

“Princess, don’t play-”

“But I think I want to, Taehyung.” Your voice was dripping with lust, smoothing over his tip and feeling him grow harder, his reactions priceless as groans left his mouth. “What are you gonna do, Mr. Kim, punish me?” You goaded him, though it was your biggest mistake.

Your cocky scoff was enough to completely tick Taehyung off, sending him into a dark mode where he lost control. Taehyung somehow switched your positions in a single movement and abruptly pushed you up against the bathroom counter.

You gasped, seeing his tall body tower over you carnally through the mirror. He looked evil holding your stomach with a single arm, the other situated on the counter as he pressed his hips into your ass. He brought his lips to the shell of your ear, eyeing you darkly through the mirror as he spoke. “You really think I didn’t just let you stay on top of me?”

Arousal spiked through you, thrilled by the dangerous tone in his low voice. The very little clothes between your bodies was lighting you on fire, ready to test his patience. “You sure about that? I remember pinning you down, cuddler boy.”

Taehyung puffed air through his nose, his dark, wet locks draping his forehead far too sexy. “I was letting you have some fun, you don’t know the game you’re playing, Princess.” His large palm smoothed over your abdomen, speaking in a gruff tone. “Let’s see if you can pin me down when you’re like this.”

Taehyung suddenly pulled your hips backwards and bent you over the counter, free hand smoothing over your backside. You gasped at the lewd position, the outline of Taehyung’s length nearly stuffed between your cheeks and you shuddered.

“T-Tae, what are you-” Taehyung then came up to slide your robe down a shoulder, leaning over to kiss your exposed skin, eyes sinful through the mirror. “You wanna play a game, don’t you?”

You laughed nervously, composing yourself as arousal alighted your core. “I-I was just..” He then removed your hair from your neck and began kissing at your sensitive skin. “Just what? Questioning my dominance again?”

You relished in the feeling of his lips until Taehyung canvased down your abdomen to your core, sneaking past your robe and pressing into your bare folds. You keened, gasping out a moan as the action caused you to bend over more, your ass flush against Taehyung’s clothed cock.

He watched your every reaction as the pads of his fingers applied pressure to your clit, collecting your wet slick and spreading you all over your folds. You shuddered, the feeling of his fingers on your pussy lips downright intoxicating.

“Tae..” you whimpered, craving to feel him inside you.

“Think you had me pinned down, huh?” Taehyung questioned by your ear. “Think you could stop me from touching you?” He circled your clit harder, his every word dripping with lust. “Think you can be dominant?”

You clutched the counter hard, gushing on cue. “Fuck, Taehyung..”

He then slipped your dumb robe off both shoulders, leaving your breasts and perched nipples bare. Taehyung ripped his hand away from your center, speaking deeply by your ear as he suddenly brought both his hands together in front of you, encircling your small frame as he adjusted his wedding band.

“What’s this?” He asked your reflection in the mirror, meeting his obsidian eyes and answering him. “Your-your wedding band.”

“Good girl.” He praised, watching Taehyung switch the band from his left ring finger to his to right index finger, allowing the life-binding accessory to settle above knuckle. You grew scandalized, core lighting up at his insinuation. “Fuck you, you wouldn’t-”

Taehyung flipped up your robe to reveal your bare ass, smoothing over a cheek as he brought his newly-adorned index finger to your pulsing core, teasing your entrance with the metal. “Let’s see who’s a bottom when I do this, huh?”

You whined, the prospect of him finger-fucking you with his wedding band utterly sinful just in nature, and it was pathetic how badly you craved it. You glanced at him through the mirror, his devilish eyes meeting yours as he rolled his tongue inside his cheek .

“You’re so.. you would never-”

“You wanted to play a game, didn’t you?” Taehyung’s voice dropped an octave, lining his fingers up just before your entrance, free hand hooking onto your shoulder as he gazed at you with dangerous eyes.

“In this game, Princess, you’re the sub.”

Taehyung then shoved both his fingers into your aching pussy, the cool, metallic sensation of his wedding band more euphoric than anything you’ve felt, gasping out in sheer pleasure. Your walls soaked him in greedily, feeling the drag of his fingers as he began pumping you from behind. Satisfied groans spilled from your mouth as you breathed, pushing your ass further back against Taehyung the harsher he fingered you.

“Taehyung.. fuck.” You grasped the counter to ground yourself, taking the rough thrusts of his long digits.

Taehyung leaned over you again, his bare chest to your exposed back, baritone voice reverberating in your ear. “Wanna challenge my dominance now? When I have you bent over like this?”

Taehyung pressed down on your back to arch you, propping your ass higher for him to angle his fingers, fucking you faster with every moan that escaped your mouth. You shuddered with the change, sighing out in utter pleasure. “Taehyung..”

“You think I can’t ruin you? Think I won’t punish you?” He plunged his fingers as deep as he could, their length so blissful paired with his wedding band you groaned out in ecstasy. You felt stuffed by his slender hands, whimpering at the sensation and it entertained Taehyung. “You love my big hands, don’t you?”

“T-Taehyung..”

“Hm, Princess?” He teased, biting back a smirk as his fingers began working your pussy again with speed, precision, the constant feeling of his ring fucking into you so sinfully pleasurable.

“H-harder.” You croaked out, Taehyung cocking an eyebrow needing to hear that again. “What’d you say, Princess?”

You didn’t respond, you couldn’t, not when Taehyung was pumping into you so roughly, walls feeling his every drag, so good your mind was spinning, insides pathetically raking with an orgasm already. Taehyung suddenly trailed his free hand down to your clit, pressing against your throbbing bud and you whimpered out weakly.

“Use your words, Princess. What did you say?” Taehyung’s voice was authoritative, sending white hot arousal straight to your core as you practically whined, body repeatedly taking his sharp pumps.

“I-I said harder, Taehyung, please.” You hated how easily you gave in, but when Taehyung was finger-fucking you with the very ring that symbolized your marriage, your seal as husband and wife while rubbing your wet, swollen clit, it was too fucking easy to submit to him, let him work your body like he knew its every pleasure.

Taehyung bit his bottom lip to contain himself as blood rushed to his semi-hard cock, the sound of your soft voice moaning his name and begging like music to his ears. The warm feeling of your velvet walls clenching around his fingers aroused him heavily, considering he could just fuck you up against this counter right now.

But he knew you were still too tight, too small, and in dire need of a punishment.

“I could fuck you from behind just like this, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Taehyung coaxed you, increasing the roughness of his finger-fucking.

You nodded incessantly, lungs losing air at how much you could feel your insides coiling, something ready to snap. “Yes, Taehyung.. please, please just fuck me.”

“No, you’re not a good girl, and this is your punishment.” Taehyung then harshly drove a third finger into you, nearly crying out at the stretch while he simultaneously propelled you forward onto the counter. Your hard nipples met the cool surface as he thrusted, sending pleasure coursing through your veins.

You groaned out hard, orgasm raking your insides so badly you hung your head low losing strength, until Taehyung’s hand suddenly snaked up your neck and encased your throat, bringing you to look up at your reflection with him.

“Look at yourself, look at the way I dominate you.” He demanded darkly by your ear, fingers gently squeezing your throat as he forced you to watch the erotic image.

“Taehyung, fuck-!” You whimpered, him never letting up his sinful movements.

“Look at the way I have you bent over for me, such a bottom taking my fingers like a good girl.” A shiver ran down your spine, Taehyung shoving his fingers into your soaked pussy so harshly he was constantly sending you forward, your breasts repeatedly hitting the counter adding to your spiking arousal.

His beautiful hand choking you was like ecstasy, watching his carnal expression utterly enjoy making a mess out of you, leaned over and nibbling at your ear. “How’s it feel having your husband finger-fuck you with his wedding band, huh?” You gasped as he went so deep it was easy to feel your orgasm approaching, the onslaught stretching out your pussy. “Tell me, Princess.”

“So-so good, Taehyung, fuck, I-I’m so close.” You cried out, his hand choking you edging you to salvation, meeting Taehyung’s blown out eyes burning with lust in your reflection.

Taehyung then angled his three fingers to start hitting your g-spot, the rub of his ring doing absolute wonders you were clutching the counter with your entire life. Your moans were echoing in the bathroom, soaking him in greedily as you chased your high, his name on the end of your tongue with every sound you made.

“Taehyung!”

“Look at you, so pretty when I have you like this, screaming my name.” Taehyung praised, watching you take the merciless onslaught of his fingers. “But I know you’re prettier when you come, cum all over my fingers, Princess, now.”

And just when Taehyung shoved his fingers so deep, so roughly inside, your walls clenched hard, trapped his hand inside as you came violently. Taehyung softly pumped you through your climax, pussy still pulsing at the battering it just took.

Your shallow breaths were indicative of your completely fucked out state, body near shaking under your euphoric release. Taehyung freed your neck and let you rest your head, trying to regain your breath as he held you up.

He then slipped his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and aching. You were trying to collect yourself, leaned over and sucking in bouts of air as Taehyung came down to press some rewarding kisses to your shoulder, speaking softly. “I have a surprise for you downstairs, come quick, Mrs. Kim.”

He then stood to his full height behind you, popping his stained fingers into his mouth as you remained exhausted against the counter, catching sight of his hard length. You watched his shirtless body grasp the handle of the door unbothered, however, utterly taxed peering at Taehyung send you a smug wink.

And once he left you alone, all you knew was that surviving Kim Taehyung would be the hardest, hottest thing you’ll ever do.

You nearly stomped down to the first floor, needing to take an entire 20 minute breather just to fix yourself up from Taehyung’s rude onslaught. You plopped down on your seat by the island, wincing slightly at the contact to your newly stretched out pussy, finding the culprit nowhere to be seen.

“Taehyung, I’m downstairs! Where the fuck are you?” You called out grumpily, still able feel the drag of his long fingers and ring inside you. You then heard the telling sounds of his footsteps echo in the open space behind you, addressing him absentmindedly. “What’s the surprise you were talking about? I’ll kill you if it’s something stupid.” You weren’t looking at him, instead stuffing some fruits into your mouth angrily.

“Very far from stupid, Princess, it’s actually-” He was then interrupted by a small, odd yip, your eyebrows furrowing.

“Am I hearing things?” You then heard it again, another yelp that sounded nothing like Taehyung, and you were certain you’d lost your sanity. “Oh my God, what was that, am I going insane?”

“Maybe if you turned around.” You whirled your chair with quirked eyebrows until you landed on the cutest, most adorable little Pomeranian sitting snug in Taehyung’s arms, barking once again when you met the animal’s eager eyes.

“Oh my god, you have a dog?!” Your face instantly lit up, completely taken by how adorable the teacup dog was. You propped off your chair and ambled over to Taehyung, pouting at the endearing animal.

“I do.”

“Please, please tell me a name.” You begged, palm coming up to pet its beautiful fur, wagging its tail.

“His name’s Yeontan, I call him Tannie.” Taehyung presented him like a proud parent, adoring your charming grin regarding the puppy.

He liked seeing this smile on your face.

“Tannie! That’s so cute, aren’t you just the cutest thing?” You made kissy faces at Yeontan, thinking his small tongue poking out was nothing short of lovable. “Where were you hiding him?”

“He usually stays with my parents since I’m not home that often. I had him come by just this morning.” Taehyung’s lips curved happily watching you pet his dog. “Do you want to hold him?”

You pouted in an instant, pleading him like a child. “Can I? Please?” Taehyung laughed, transferring the puppy into your small arms and you immediately doted on the charming Pomeranian.

You instantly fell in love, unable to get over how sweet his little yips were. “Why are you so cute? Did you know you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen?” You rubbed your nose with Yeontan and he suddenly came up to lick your face delightedly.

You giggled, completely swept up by the dog as Taehyung perked up. “He likes you.”

You teased Taehyung without missing a beat. “Awh, I’ve only known him a minute and he already likes me better than you.” You chimed sarcastically, playing with the energetic animal. “Isn’t that true, Tannie?”

Taehyung made a disagreeing look, scoffing. “I’m his dad, he’ll never like anyone more than me.”

“Isn’t your daddy so mean, Tannie? Don’t you like me better?” Yeontan barked in what seemed like agreeance, nuzzling himself closer to you and you took it as having the upper-hand, cocking an eyebrow. “See.”

Taehyung near lost it at you referring to him as daddy, huffing out. “He’s just doing that because he’s meeting his mom for the first time, and he’s spoiled.” He rolled his eyes and strided over to the island.

“Wait, I am?”

“Who else would you be?” Taehyung deadpanned.

“Oh my God, I’ve always wanted to be a mom!” You cheered enthusiastically, showering Yeontan with kisses as he yipped happily. “You like mommy better, don’t you, Tannie?”

Taehyung would’ve been mad, but he couldn’t help but adore the image of you showering his precious pet with endless love, momentarily considering what it would be like if you ever did become a mother to his children.

A smile crept up onto his face, biting it back before he switched the topic.

“That’s not the only surprise, Princess.” Taehyung found a seat, settling in as he eyed this morning’s breakfast. “I have to tell you something else.”

“What’s up?” You replied mindlessly, happily absorbed in entertaining Yeontan as you plopped down from across Taehyung.

“There’s an event we have to attend next Saturday.” Taehyung took a sip of strawberry juice, enjoying the sight of you playing with Yeontan.

“Really? What event?”

“Namjoon and Seokjin are holding a charity event.”

“Ugh, another suffocating, snobby event.” You made a disapproving look considering your last event together, making senseless noises to the Pomeranian as he wiggled around in your arms. “Do we really have to go?”

“This one’s different, it’s a themed event, more ambient and laid back.”

“Themed?” You quirked an eyebrow, regarding Taehyung perplexed. “What’s the theme?”

“Cosplay.”

You nearly choked on your own spit. “What the fuck? Cosplay?” You found the concept strange, though Taehyung was quick to make you understand the premise.

“Look, it’s an infamous event they hold annually, by cosplay they just mean come dressed in accordance with a famous show or movie, nothing weird.” Taehyung explained, spreading jam on his toast. “Besides, you’ll want to come to this event.”

“And why do you say that?”

Taehyung paused, almost suspiciously so. “... It’s um, important. Jin-hyung puts a lot of work into it.”

You cocked an eyebrow at his barely there save, but decided to ignore it. “That’s.. kinda cool, actually. Are we going as anything?” You inquired quite intrigued, thinking the idea was genuinely unique, not like your usual masquerade ball or boring snooze fest.

“I have an idea.” Taehyung mused, realizing you can’t really take a bite of anything with Yeontan yipping in your arms, so his hand absentmindedly jut out to fork at a kiwi, offering it to you.

You took a bite, chewing as you covered your mouth. “What do you have in mind?”

“I was thinking of Mr. & Mrs. Smith.” He picked at a strawberry of his and fed it to you. “I’ve never attended with a couple’s cosplay, I wanna try it.”

You contorted your lips impressed, swallowing the fruit. You were lying if you said the idea wasn’t interesting, because scratch that, it was insanely hot. To think Taehyung thought of you two attending as John and Jane Smith was exhilarating, wondering what even crossed his mind to think of the idea.

Was it that one sexy black dress Jane Smith wore?

“I’d love that.” You agreed, glancing up at Taehyung to find him already eyeing you, deliberately licking his lips as your gazes meet. You narrowed your eyes teasingly. “Are you buying me a dress again, Mr. Kim?”

“Only if you choose my suit.” Taehyung leaned back in his chair and draped an arm over the back, flashing you a smug look.

You puckered your lips amused, lightly nodding to yourself as you returned your attention to Yeontan, cooing at the puppy. “A decent proposal, deal.”

Taehyung smiled proudly until his expression dropped, elbows finding the counter. “So um.. I actually have bad news.” He started, gauging your reaction.

Your eyes met his immediately, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just.. I’m gonna be MIA until that event. I have to fix all those messes at work from a couple days ago, I’ll be at the office really late.” Taehyung informed regretfully, hand finding the back of his neck.

Your expression fell a little. “Really?”

“Yeah, that’s why I brought Yeontan to keep you company.” He rested his chin in his palm, watching Yeontan happily wag his tail in your arms. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, there’s nothing you have to apologize for.” You assured Taehyung, fixating your attention onto Yeontan as you cheered with an airy tone. “We’re just gonna have fun while daddy’s away, aren’t we Tannie?” You kissed the barking Pomeranian, lifting him up as you made cute faces at him.

Taehyung laughed with adoration, admiring the scene. “Don’t steal him from me, I love him too much.”

You chuckled, setting Yeontan down in your lap. “Don’t worry, I won’t.” You mused, petting his soft fur gently. “But just remember to rest, please? Or I’ll bother you until you do, and don’t put too much stress on your shoulder, I never got to massage it-oh!” You were interrupted by Yeontan licking your face and barking for your attention, laughing at the puppy.

Taehyung couldn’t help but look on endearingly with a wide grin, your innate care for him paired with the way you were doting on Yeontan making his heart leap. “Anything you say, Princess.”

Taehyung wasn’t kidding when he first informed you of his missing in action status, because you quite literally never saw him for a week and a half. He had to momentarily halt dropping you off to work and your lunches, arrived home far too late and even if he managed to return at a decent time, he was either cooped up in his study or awfully exhausted.

And it felt.. disheartening, lonely.

You missed him.

You really did miss his familiar presence; his little reassuring smile and boxy-grinned laugh, his touch against your skin, waking up to his warm body in bed every morning.

It dawned on you suddenly how essential he became to your life, used to seeing or being with him so often it was now strange to be without him, his absence leaving the house so empty, so vacant.

You chose not to call or text him, certain it would only be a distraction and so you instead spent all your time with his adorable puppy, your only constant reminder of him.

It’s what made Yeontan often flock to you now, currently in your arms once Saturday had arrived and you both finally earned the chance to see Taehyung at home. You were in awe as you leaned against the doorframe, watching him currently dress himself in the suit you chose in your walk-in closet.

Your eyes never left the gorgeous man, a man you had the wonderful privilege of calling your husband, speaking to Yeontan softly.

“Doesn’t daddy look so handsome?” You asked him rhetorically, Taehyung adjusting the cuffs of his dress shirt as a small smile framed his lips, glancing at you two through the mirror.

“You know why he looks handsome?” You waited for Yeontan to bark, having developed a very close bond with the Pomeranian over the last week and a half. “Because he’s wearing a suit I chose, that’s the only reason why.” You took a playful jab at Taehyung, snickering to Yeontan as he yipped.

Taehyung scoffed, grasping the coat of his suit. “I make the suit look good, Princess, not the other way around.” He narrowed his eyes at you through the mirror, but all your attention was fixated on Yeontan.

Taehyung frowned a little, not knowing when he liked having your attention so much.

You perked up again, conversing with Yeontan as if he were a person. “Daddy was so mean leaving us for so long. That’s why we’re teasing him, aren’t we?” Yeontan barked in agreeance, giggling as you petted him lovingly.

“Yah, you know I was working.” Taehyung had a hurt lilt to his tone, catching your attention and you just had to laugh, his lips pursed endearingly.

You set Yeontan on the floor and instructed him to venture off downstairs, knowing Mrs. Choi or Seo must’ve set out his food for him. He happily complied and ran some circles around you before rushing out of your room, leaving you and Taehyung alone.

Your eyes fell to him pulling the lapels of his suit jacket, setting it on himself to fit just right. You were already dolled up, wearing a nearly identical dress to the black evening one Jane Smith wore. Taehyung had written you a note explaining he had the slit cut just above your knee instead of at your thigh since he’d ‘rather have people looking at your pretty face’.

It made your heart glow with sunlight.

You caught him struggling with his tie slightly, not really adjusting to the correct length and you stepped towards him for assistance. “I’ll do it.”

You clutched his hands to let go of the tie, standing before him as you began creating the knot. His cologne hit you hard, masculine and soothing like it’s always been, eliciting a small smile from you, glad to have him so near again.

Taehyung’s mellow voice then suddenly perked up, as if reading your mind.

“I missed you.”

You looked up at him with round eyes, your pupils glistening under the lights of the closet and Taehyung didn’t know he could miss something to this degree. Your lips eventually curved into a content grin, pushing up his tie gently and echoing him, saying the statement from within. “I missed you, too.”

A beat of silence passed, not an awkward one, more so comfortable. His warm palms naturally encircled your waist, smoothing your sides as you finished working the tie. You leaned out of the way slightly, peeking at the suit you chose for him in full through the mirror.

It was a tailored Ralph Lauren suit, customized to hug Taehyung’s perfect body the way it should, and you couldn’t help but find him absolutely nothing short of art.

He was handsome in every right; from his lightly parted hair revealing some forehead but curled at his brows, all the way down to the bracelets adoring his wrist, his strong brows, sharp, yet kind eyes, the flawless shape of his pink lips.

You rounded him and looked at your entangled bodies in the mirror, arms encasing his torso from behind. “Yeontan was right, you look handsome.”

He chuckled, his hands finding your dainty ones clasped together. “You look..” He had to pause, soaking in the beautiful jewelry decorating you, black dress hugging your body just right, but also in a way Taehyung wanted to rip off. “Gorgeous.”

You could barely contain your smile, nibbling on your lip as your cheeks collected with heat, shy under his praise. “How was work?”

“Stressful, but manageable.” Taehyung shrugged, thumbs soothing the back of your hands.

“Did you rest properly? You came home so late sometimes.. I got worried.” You were just about pouting, Taehyung having missed the plush of your lips.

“I did. You don’t have to worry about me, Princess. It’s my job”

You sighed. “I know, you just work so hard, I always worry. Everything is probably so demanding and tiring.” You mused, aimlessly stroking his torso.

“It is, but I can handle it.” Taehyung then chuckled lightly. “And honestly, I worry about you more.” Your insides melt into a puddle of fluff, smiling whole-heartedly as you rounded him, standing in front and bringing your delicate hands to his perfectly-structured jaw.

“You deserve a reward, c’mere.” You lightly tippy-toed to draw your lips to Taehyung’s, his hands naturally encasing your hips as your mouths connected.

It’d been a while since you two locked lips, allowing yourselves to enjoy the feeling of each other’s mouths kissing slow and intimately. He smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer to him, chests flush against each other as your arms draped around his neck.

The kiss remained innocent, sensual until your hands glided down his broad chest with something in mind, canvassing his taut core until your fingers hooked onto Taehyung’s belt, pulling as its loop. Taehyung came off your lips, quirking an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“Something you deserve.” You declared as you found his mouth again, tongue licking at his bottom lip as you unbuckled his belt, tugging it loose and accessing the waistband of his dress pants.

Taehyung’s fingers dug into your hips, large palms holding you tight as he grew pleasurably turned on, kissing you hard. Your hands slithered past the barrier of his clothes and inside his boxers, grasping his large, bare cock for the first time and Taehyung hissed harshly, blood spiking to his dick in light speed.

Your lips traveled to the column of his throat, enjoying the arousing feeling of his cock in your hand while he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing and it was enough to arouse your core. You began pumping him generously, thumbing the slit of his tip as he began to grow wet. Taehyung’s arousal was evident from his groans, fingers gripping your hips hard to ground himself.

“Princess, we have to go soon.. we’ll be late.” Taehyung’s voice was breathy, utterly thrilled by you touching his cock.

You whispered lowly against his throat, relishing in his beautiful sounds. “Let’s be late, then.” You then subsequently dropped to your knees before him, settling down as your hands went for his slacks and boxers, until Taehyung caught your wrists.

“Are you for real?” He eyed you surprised.

You nodded up at him innocently, Taehyung weak at the image before him. He’d always wanted to see your doe-eyes from his angle, and now he didn’t know how to act.

“But you’re all dolled up already, I don’t want to ruin your pretty face.” Taehyung regarded you softly, palm coming up to cup your face with his fingers swept up in your hair.

You frowned, eyes nearly begging him. “But I want you to ruin my pretty face.” You didn’t care what convincing he needed, Taehyung has given you so damn much in terms of your physical needs, and now it was his rightful turn. “I wanna feel you in my mouth, Taehyung.”

He sucked in air immediately, still genuinely lost on how you could look so innocent yet watch your body and words do the contrary, it was so easy to give in.

“Okay.” He agreed gingerly, thumb stroking your soft cheek. You then eagerly pulled his bottoms down, freeing his cock from its restrictive confines and watched it spring to life. Your eyes went wide, thinking Taehyung was just being egotistical about his dick size until you saw it right before your eyes.

He was huge.

You heard him chuckle, “Told you I was big, can you really take it, Princess?”

“Only if it’s you, Mr. Kim.” You teased purposefully batting your eyelashes, Taehyung growing instantly hard hearing his formal title in this context. You wrapped your palm around him and seriously marveled, genuinely taken by how pretty his cock was.

You were always convinced his dick would be as attractive as him, and you were absolutely correct; its large length, pretty veins and glistening tip. It was practically beckoning you, biting your lips to contain the arousal slicking in between your thighs.

Even the angle you could of see of him while on your knees was too sexy.

You drew your mouth to him after a few pumps, thumb lining his slit again and he shivered under your touch. You came forth to wrap your mouth around him until Taehyung suddenly halted you, making you glance up at him.

“Tap me if it’s too much, I don’t want to hurt you.” Taehyung stated seriously, gripping your shoulder and cheek with care. You gave him a small smile and nodded, not really used to receiving so much consideration in a situation like this.

And it only made you want to give Taehyung the best suck of his life.

Your tongue poked out to lick a slow, thick stripe along Taehyung’s slit, tasting the evidence of his arousal and the throaty groan that left his mouth was nothing short of heavenly. His hold on your face tightened as you provided more kitten licks, mouth wrapping around his engorged tip as a hand held his lengthy shaft.

Taehyung groaned satisfyingly when you began suckling at his tip, tongue swirling around him with your free hand against his thigh.

“Fuck, you’re such a tease.” Taehyung swore, your tiny mouth only on his tip enough to send him into overdrive, having thought about this moment enough times that now it was happening, he was practically on cloud nine.

You grew confident off his remark, giving him one last lick until you began sinking down on his cock, taking him inch by inch as drawn out curses escaped Taehyung’s mouth.

“Fuckk...” His hand snaked into your hair, gripping the tresses as you relaxed your jaw and took more of him, tongue against the underside of his shaft as you managed about two thirds trouble-free. You dragged your mouth back slowly to give him a taste of the motion, feeling him shudder above you and you’ve never felt anything more thrilling.

You sank down again, breathing through your nose as you pushed him into your mouth greedily. There was just about an inch left until he was hitting the back of your throat already, triggering your gag reflex and tears automatically pricked your eyes, but you breathed and relaxed your throat.

You managed to drive all of him in and swallowed harshly around his cock, his moan so deep and pretty it was music to your ears. You watched him throw his head back in pleasure, the scene utterly hot and arousing. Your throat then reflexively acted up, your hand scrambling for his free one as support. Taehyung was already ensnared by your sinful mouth, voice breathy when he addressed you.

“Princess.. you okay?” He breathed shallowly, nodding lightly as he squeezed your hand in return. You then drew your mouth back, beginning a bobbing motion while sucking his cock, attempting to take his length to the back enough to grow accustomed to it. His large hand gripped your hair to ground himself, groans spilling from his mouth along with your name as you let Taehyung set a steady pace.

“Holy shit, I could blow just like this.” Taehyung breathed out, your mouth all the right kinds of heaven he’s ever wanted. He began guiding you up and down his length, maneuvering you to fit his pleasure until you noticed something off.

You pulled your mouth off his cock, some saliva present as you caught your breath, looking up at him as you inhaled for air. “Why are you holding back on me?”

“What?” Taehyung tried leveling his breathing.

“You’re holding back, why?” You could feel how slow Taehyung was going on you, something apprehensive about his movements and it ticked you off. You didn’t favour him going easy at all, you knew you could take him and you wanted him to chase his own pleasure.

Taehyung didn’t feel like admitting it, but the minute you’d gotten on your knees for him, there was one sentence you uttered to him over a week ago that persistently bugged him.

‘I was usually the one giving than receiving.’

He wasn’t jealous about it, no, he was extremely pissed. Taehyung has always been able to read people, figure out the tiniest, most important details off the simplest of things, so it didn’t take him much to piece together your past relationship with that fucker Kiseok, and the rough way you were treated.

It bothered him a lot, more than it should’ve. He just despised knowing a girl like you was practically used for the benefit of some jackass’ needs, often having thought about the nights you must’ve experienced with him only seeking his own pleasure.

Taehyung hated it all, so when you’d finally latched onto his length, he couldn’t help but think he’ll never in a million years treat you the same way. He knew he genuinely was on the bigger side of the scale and wanted to be careful, needed to ensure you didn’t flash back to any daunting experiences with that son of a bitch. “I’m just being gentle, baby.”

“Did I ask you to be gentle?” You argued, expression upset as you sat pretty on your knees.

“No.. I just don’t want to hurt you.” You could tell by the concern swirling in his eyes there was something else on his mind. You knew Taehyung was sharp, he was most likely considering your past experiences in a way that was hindering his actions. You sighed a bit, thinking he’s cute for being considerate, but that’s not what you wanted.

You wanted Taehyung to rail your throat.

“Taehyung, I’m fine.” You gripped his hand reassuringly, squeezing for good measure. Your eyes regarded him pleadingly, meaningful as you spoke. “Don’t hold back, baby, I want you to use my mouth, I want you to fuck my face.”

Taehyung sucked in a breath, your words so sincere yet dirty at the same time it made him somehow harder. He didn’t quite understand the feeling that overwhelmed his chest, but watching you declare that with such resolution, he forgot that you’re an extremely capable fucking woman that can power through anything, so he shouldn’t always treat you as if you’re breakable glass.

He smiled down at you, your pretty eyes evident of your burning desire for him. You returned his grin, feeling his fingers fasten onto your hair again, drawing you back to his length as you opened up.

You took his cock greedily into your mouth once again, letting him lead you down all the way until you deep-throated him. This time it felt right, so much more pleasurable as Taehyung moaned out curses and began softly fucking into your throat.

You swallowed nearly every time he hit the back, wanting to hear the way a man like Taehyung unravels, and so you didn’t care for the tears that escaped your lash line, the tinge of pain in your throat. He started thrusting faster, Taehyung bringing you down on his cock as he desired while groaning out euphorically.

“Fuck, princess, you’re taking me so well.” Taehyung praised, looking down to see your round eyes watching him, and he was completely taken by you.

His movements began losing precision the rougher he began fucking, driving his length into you faster as he chased the feeling of his tip against the back of your throat, near his much needed release.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last long, baby.” Taehyung moaned out from the back of his throat, deciding this was the moment you would get revenge for the way he ruined you in his bathroom last time, craving to ruin him all the same.

You suddenly gripped the back of his thighs and rammed all of Taehyung into you in one-go, disregarding the way it knocked wind out of your lungs. His strangled moan was utterly beautiful, rubbing your thighs together as you grew wet under his praise. “Holy fuck, baby.. your mouth.. so fucking good.”

You began swirling your tongue around his rock hard cock, swallowing around him and near choking on his dick with every deep thrust. All you saw was the hot image of Taehyung’s throat bobbing, swallowing with his head thrown back and constantly groaning with his deep, sexy voice,

You watched him lose himself as you fucked him into your mouth, drawing back only to shove his cock all the way, tasting his leaking pre-cum and wondering how heavenly it would be when he came in your mouth.

Tears were leaving your eyes incessantly, the air in your lungs dwindling the more you tried breathing through your nose to accommodate for his large length. You were repeatedly sinking back down on him as sloppy sounds escaped your own throat, reveling in the way he cursed and moaned your name, grip hard on your hair.

“God, fuck, Y/N. I’ll fucking fall in love with you if you keep doing that.” His confession surprised you, allowing it to boost your ego and deep-throat him as hard as you could, not a single care for how much it was destroying your throat.

You choked on his dick as he rightfully deserved, relishing in his strained groans and iron lock hold on your hair as he fucked your tight mouth, swallowing around him eagerly.

It was all fun and games until Taehyung was clearly seconds from his climax, driving his cock into the back of your throat so harshly you were beginning to lose air, tears streaming down your face as he chased his high.

You weren’t going to back out now, though, not when he was so close to his deserved climax you pushed yourself to keep going. You felt light-headed with so little air, throat in pain until Taehyung strangled out a gorgeous, throaty groan and came near violently into your mouth.

His cum hit the back of your throat hard, leaking into you with full force you choked instantly, devoid of so much oxygen your body fell near limp until Taehyung noticed, instantly panicking as he lightly pushed you off him.

“Fuck, Y/N!”

You landed on the floor, swallowing his cum as you heaved and coughed wildly, throat sparse and battered struggling for air. Taehyung scrambled to you, grabbing your face with utter worry. “Princess, why’d you do that?! I told you I didn’t want to hurt you.” His eyes were frantic, thumbs feeling at your tear-stained cheeks and you laughed through your nose, thinking he was too caring.

“You deserve it, Taehyung.” You rasped out, voice hoarse as you coughed for more oxygen, clearly in pain every time you swallowed.

Taehyung was so overwhelmed with gratitude he couldn’t even explain the feeling in his chest. All he could do was cup your cheeks and gaze at you with utter adoration in his eyes, speaking seriously. “You’re so precious, you know that? So fucking precious.”

He pressed his lips to yours a few times before showering you with sweet kisses all over your face, pressing his last one to the tip of your nose as you giggled, his affection easing you.

“Let’s get you water, okay?” He tucked himself away and helped you to your feet. You brought your hand to your throat when you swallowed, wincing at the pain but it thrilled you either way knowing you could have Taehyung moaning your name and so weak at your touch.

He noticed the action and immediately returned to squishing your cheeks, murmuring unabashedly to you. “You’re my baby, you know that?” He pressed more kisses to your cheeks, forehead, eyelids, anywhere his lips could find. “Let’s fix your makeup, come.” He offered softly as he grasped your hand, the other wiping at your tears.

He led you into the bathroom, rushing to get you a glass of water from downstairs as he helped with whatever knowledge he had of makeup to revive your look, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable he was.

“Taehyung, get your hands off me.” You swatted as his palms encasing your waist from behind, having constantly been clung to you the second you both arrived at the event in his Merc.

He insisted you both not have a driver tonight, wanting to personally drive his pretty lady to the event in order to boost some of his testosterone, large hand snug on your thigh the entire drive.

Men.

You weren’t going to complain, it felt heavenly having Taehyung shower you with affection ever since you both left home, but it was slightly embarrassing watching people eye you both like you were insane. “People are looking, Taehyung, let go!” You hissed in a whisper, smiling politely at others while they flashed looks at you both.

“I don’t give a fuck, I’m never letting you go.” Taehyung declared, chin resting on your shoulder as he smiled widely, feeling the most content he has in his life.

“For the love of God, I should’ve choked on your dick ages ago if you were gonna act like this, let go of me or I’ll elbow you, Kim.” You threatened, thinking he was cute but also trying to appear some sort of classy.

The event itself was ravishing, didn’t have the same elegance or baroque-styled charm your engagement party and Jimin’s gala had. It was rather a smaller space, just enough to fit a good 100 exclusive people with darker, ambient lighting and a snazzy feel to the place.

It nearly felt similar to the Great Gatsby but with toned down colours, spotting couples and people dressed in the cosplay theme of the event. You caught sight of common movie and show characters; Bonnie and Clyde, James Bond and one of his escapades, even spotting Gossip Girl’s Chuck and Blair.

The venue provided a large bar on the right when you entered, a dance floor designed in front of it with seating arrangements around. Off to the left of was a large enough common area with a stage, impressively decorated to fit the theme. It was honestly breath-taking, thinking you were going to whole-heartedly commend Seokjin and Namjoon.

You quite liked the smaller, more exclusive and less over-the-top scene than the last events you’ve attended, already in favour of tonight.

You forgot about Taehyung until you felt him finally release you, huffing a retort. “You admitted to liking it, Princess, watch when we get home.” He narrowed his eyes at you, returning his hard stare with your very own as you adjusted your purse on your shoulder.

He then suddenly attacked you like a predator does its prey, snatching you up from behind again as his lips playfully kissed at your neck, stuffing his face into your hair as you protested through struggling laughs. “Taehyung! Why are you being like this?” You giggled, “Are you trying to do something for potential press?”

Taehyung minutely deflated, thinking you were wrong. “No, I just want to hug my wife, is that so bad?” He remarked honestly with a cute laugh, continuing his shenanigans. You were no match for him at all, only left to endure his affectionate onslaught as two very familiar voices caught both your attention.

“Well would you look at that, arranging my son’s marriage was the best thing I ever did.”

“Our baby bear’s all grown up, what are we going to do, Jae-in?” You and Taehyung automatically let each other go, Taehyung clearing his throat as you fixed your hair, addressing his parents. “Mom, I’ve um.. I’ve been grown up for a while now.”

“Of course you have, but you have a beautiful wife now!” Taehyung’s mother cheered delightedly, always having been such a warm person, convinced her son took after her.

“Good evening, Y/N, how’ve you been, is your family well?” Taehyung’s father asked, you addressing him politely. “We’re all well, thank you for asking.”

You were just about to echo the question when Taehyung’s mother approached you, excitedly clasping your hands as she spoke. “How are you, Y/N? Is my son treating you well?” You giggled ready to give an answer, though upon further inspection of you she beat you to the punch. “Why do you look a little paler, Y/N? Are you now eating properly? Is your health alright?” She bombarded you with worried questions, softening at how naturally sweet she is.

“Ma, don’t be so invasive.”

“It’s okay, Taehyung.” You assured him, returning to his charming mom. “I’m doing well, Mrs. Kim. Taehyung treats me more than well.” You spoke with a wide smile, her immediately growing scandalized.

“Ah, my dear, you don’t need to call me Mrs. Kim at all. Call me Sa-ha!” She informed you with a gorgeous smile, thinking Taehyung was right when he said his parents are very good-looking. “That’s a beautiful name, just like you.” You complimented genuinely, taken by her beauty.

“Oh no, my love, you’re so much more gorgeous.” She praised you, her delicate hands coming up to cradle your face, speaking earnestly. “You’re such a pretty girl, look at your eyes and lips! Your hair is just the softest too, now isn’t it..” She trailed, her hands maneuvering to lightly smooth over your hair, and you couldn’t help but think she felt.. like a mom.

A mom you never had.

Your eyes wouldn’t leave her, overwhelmed by a sense of gratitude you could never begin to express. “Thank you, Mrs. Kim.”

“There she goes again, you know what? If it’s comfortable with you.. you could always call me Mom.” She peered gingerly into your eyes, gauging your reaction with her hands holding your hair, and you felt yourself instantly choke up at the notion. Your eyes watered, fighting back the urge to cry as you simply smiled at her, nodding lightly.

“Of course.. Mom.” Your throat clogged up, mere seconds from giving away until you felt Taehyung’s palm find the small of your back, stepping closer as he rubbed reassuringly. You snapped your vision to him, finding him instead looking towards his father. “Father, shouldn’t the best thing you’ve ever done been taking over the company? That wasn’t very Kim-like of you.” He joked, drawing attention away from you.

“Yah, you’re my pride and joy, anytime you’re happy is the best thing that happens to me.” Taehyung’s father kisses his teeth playfully, folding his arms as he shook his head.

You all chuckled at him, endeared by the words. “Ah, if only I grow up to be a father like that.” Taehyung commended him for the sole purpose of it, though Taehyung’s mother immediately beamed. “Oh! Speaking of you being a father, when am I going to see my beautiful grandchildren?”

You and Taehyung simultaneously choked.

He coughed out nervously next to you, hand still resting at your back while you swallowed thickly. “Mother.. I believe we’re um, quite young for that.” He got out, you nodding along.

“Y-yes, mom, we still have time as a couple, you know?” You offered.

“I suppose so.” Taehyung’s mother acquiesced. “Though you’re both very good-looking, your children would be gorgeous!” She mused, wholly endeared as she regarded you two and you didn’t know whether to choke on your spit again or like the idea of having babies with Taehyung.

Your mind then flashed to Taehyung as a father, finding the scene too adorable for your own good so you threw the idea away, refocusing on the group. Just when you were going to return to the conversation, you felt your phone buzz in your purse, exclaiming upon realization

“Oh, I’m so sorry, but I’m getting a call.” You informed politely, Taehyung’s parents waving you off that it’s okay “Ah, go for it, Y/N, we’ll be around.” His father assured you and you all split off.

Taehyung followed after you fishing for your device, displaying the screen only to be completely caught off guard. “What?” You pressed the green call button of an unknown number, voice inquisitive as you answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, baby sister.”

You froze, all hell practically freezing over because you had to be insane hearing your brother’s voice of all people.

“What the fuck? Yoongi? Why are you calling me from a random number?” You were entirely shocked, eyebrows furrowed beyond belief as to why he’s suddenly calling you.

“I can’t use my U.S number here, loser.” He drawled on the other end, only adding to your confusion.

“Here? What do you mean here?”

“Turn around, shortstack.” Your eyebrows shot up, feeling like a deer caught in headlights as you swiveled around hesitantly. Your eyes then feel to none other than your glass-skinned, gummy-smiled brother across the dance floor from you, your mouth falling completely agape.

“No way, no fucking way.” You brought a disbelieving hand to your mouth, in complete shock as you heard Yoongi laugh on the other end, able to see his cat-like eyes creasing while he regarded you, holding his phone to his ear.

You turned back around and looked at Taehyung in pure wonderment, pointing towards Yoongi. “He’s real, right? You see him too?”

Taehyung bit back a knowing smile, breaking out into a chuckle. “Yes, you genius, go to him.”

You abruptly ended the call and rushed over to Yoongi in a hurry, heels clacking as you swung your arms excitedly around his neck, feeling him wrap around you and slightly lift you off the floor.

“Yoongi! Holy shit, it’s you, it’s actually you!” You cheered, Yoongi mirroring your happiness in his own hold.

“And you’re surprisingly not a hologram.” He joked, setting you down on the ground as you felt Taehyung’s presence settle behind you. “But I missed you like hell, baby sister.”

“Shut up, I missed you way more.” Your smile would not leave your face, uberly glad to see your brother again. “What the hell are you doing back in Korea? And at an event like this?”

“Actually, that’s another-”

“Surprise!” Your then eyes lit up at suddenly seeing your father turn around and reveal himself, mirroring the same stupid grins you and Yoongi also had.

“Oh my God, dad!” You beamed, finding him for an embrace as he returned it tenfold.

You were utterly blown away, a million questions racing through your mind. “What are you- how did you both-what are you guys doing here?”

Your father and Yoongi laughed sheepishly at your priceless reaction. “We planned it after you called me, Y/N-ie.” Your father informed, his hand then resting on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“I contacted your brother and we worked it out, though the man who pulled it all together would actually be the one right here.” Your father then extended his other hand towards none other than Taehyung, throwing another surprise your way you had absolutely no clue about.

Your eyes blew out watching Taehyung smile shyly, shaking your father’s hand like an old companion as he neared him. “The pleasure was all mine, Mr. Min.”

“Aish, you’re my son-in-law, call me Father, will you?” Your father laughed heartily, making Taehyung laugh as well and you momentarily adored the way his cheeks reminded you of bread.

“So I’m finally meeting the man who lives with my kid sister, nice knowing you through more than just Google and some phone calls.” Yoongi playfully scrutinized Taehyung with an extended hand, Taehyung meeting him in the middle with a firm handshake.

“And I’m finally meeting the Min Yoongi who has the entire New York architecture scene gravelling at his feet. Nice knowing I get to call a genius with the Midas touch my brother-in-law.” Taehyung flattered your brother suavely, just about to roll your eyes until you watched Yoongi’s usually mellow self crack an amiable chuckle.

“I like you, Kid.”

You were only left to watch the entire wholesome scene unfold before you, still clouded with a million unanswered questions. “All of you, hold on a second. The three of you goddamn planned this together?”

They all simply snickered together like friends, you practically gawking at your father, older brother and husband’s audacity to hide this from you.

“After your call, Y/N-ie.” Your father began. “I felt.. terrible about what your mother did. I didn’t want to only visit you when I got back to Korea, so it felt like a miracle when Taehyung got in touch with me thinking we could get your brother back home, have us all together.”

“But-but Yoongi, how’d you even get him here?” You were still trying to process when, how and why in God’s name Taehyung contacted your father, but you needed immediate answers to explain your brother’s usually absent presence.

Said man then perked up next to your father. “Dad made arrangements to give me a few days off, Taehyung easily got me an exclusive invite from his friends Namjoon and Seokjin, even made it so that I had some business with him to visit back home.” You couldn’t even fathom Taehyung somehow did this all behind the scenes, wholly taken by the sentiment. Not only that, but it was great to see your older brother you’ve always admired so much in a perpetual state of smiling, having missed him for the last few years.

“I can’t believe this, I haven’t seen you in 4 years, Yoonie.” You felt tears well up in your eyes, realizing through all this good energy alone how much you missed your family.

Yoongi immediately exclaimed. “Yah, don’t do that to me. Don’t you dare cry.” Yoongi pulled you into a supportive side-hug, speaking earnestly. “Of course I’d come for you, what mom did..” He paused, sighing out heavily.

“She wasn’t right for that. I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry I’m not here for you like old times, but I’m here now, and..” Yoongi struggled to get this sentence out, knowing how seldom he openly expressed his love for the people closest to him, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“C’mon, dear older brother, spit it out or else I’ll start crying.” You nudged him playfully, and he whined through a laugh.

“Ah, I love you, okay? Jheez, making me embarrass myself in front of your damn husband.” Yoongi drawled, his attention then directed towards both you and Taehyung. “Sorry about not attending the wedding, by the way. I tried to make it but a lot came up, and jet lag would’ve killed me.” Yoongi apologized to the pair of you, catching Taehyung off guard.

“Oh, don’t sweat it at all. Jet lag’s a bitch, I would’ve skipped my own wedding.” Taehyung made you all laugh wholesomely, bringing a smile to your face. Your brother let you go and you fit into Taehyung’s side like a puzzle piece, the crown of your head leaned against his chest.

The moment was pure and blissful until somebody’s familiar brawny frame hooked onto Taehyung’s shoulder from behind, exclaiming almost humourously. “Tae, is it finally our cue? I can’t drink this stupid Cosmo anymore.” Jungkook appeared from behind him, holding out his pretty drink with a disapproving look. “I don’t know why Jimin gave me this, Vodka isn’t my thing.”

“That’s cause you asked to taste it, Jungkook.” Jimin’s soft figure wasn’t too far behind him, shortly joined by Namjoon and Seokjin just after.

“Oh thank God, you guys finally made it.” Seokjin sighed relieved. “I was thinking you were ditching our event.”

Namjoon laughed next to him. “I actually took them for the fashionably late type, so I bet on it.”

You and Taehyung grew mutually scandalized, mirroring each other’s question. “You bet on us?”

Namjoon pulled his lips back guiltily, trying to save himself. “It was Hobi’s idea, not mine.” You were then interrupted by Seokjin suddenly calling out for him by the bar. “Hob-ah, come here!”

It wasn’t long before the dazzling Jung Hoseok came waltzing in, drink in hand as his eyes set on the both of you, his face automatically falling. “Ah man, I gotta give Joon his damn 50 now.” Hoseok shook his head disapprovingly, Taehyung’s offended remark following just after.

“Hyung..”

Hoseok only waved him off. “Good thing you guys made it, Jin-hyung was close to popping a vein if you two didn’t show.”

“This event is highly exclusive, okay? It would suck if our own best friends weren’t here.” Seokjin defended, your heart melting a little at him referring to you as a best friend.

“Ah, here’s the rag-tag group of brilliant CEO’s running the future of our economies.” You father mused proudly, regarding all the men as highly as possible.

“Seriously an honour to meet you again, Mr. Min. We’d be pretty lost without your brilliant work.” Jimin extended his hand towards your father, commending him along with the other guys joining in like they knew him, and you grew confused. “Wait, you all know my dad?”

“Jagiya, your father’s designed buildings for all of our companies.” Taehyung explained softly, his palm snug on your waist.

“No way, you all have connections?” You were caught by surprise.

“Indeed we do, not to mention your famous brother. Pleasure to meet you after years, Mr. Min.” Jungkook put forth his hand for our brother, greeting him humbly as the others similarly mused, causing Yoongi to wave everyone off.

“Ah, all of you are equally successful, call me Yoongi and don’t flatter me.” Yoongi grew slightly flustered, smiling shyly.

“But you let Taehyung flatter you?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Eh, the kid isn’t so bad.” He shrugged, and the group snickered good-naturedly. His attention then fixated on you and Taehyung entangled together. “Though speaking of Taehyung, I’m highly intrigued to hear you call my baby sister Jagiya right before my eyes, Kim.” He playfully scrutinized him, clicking his tongue. “Testing the waters so soon when we have yet to have our talk about the way you should treat my sister, a brave man.”

“Aish, Yoongi, don’t pester the kid. He takes good care of your sister, you wouldn’t be here if he didn’t call me about it.” Your father defended Taehyung, causing him to freeze up like a deer in headlights next to you, laughter spilling from the group.

And just when you thought that was the end of all surprises, you suddenly felt someone sling their arm over your shoulder, met by a gleeful voice you knew all too well. “And me! Seriously, I was looking for the perfect timing and stood behind you like an idiot, but surprise!” Hana cheered next to you, you instantly wrapping her up in a hug. “You’re kidding me, you’re here too, Hana?”

“The one and only, I remember the good ol’ Kim brothers from your wedding. Still have our secret on lock, right, boys?” She pointed at her eyes then theirs, eyeing them all knowingly, and chuckling upon remembering why she exactly knows them.

“Wait, you guys already know each other?” Taehyung grew acutely confused, and you all snickered hilariously at him not knowing a single thing.

“Business world, Captain hard stare, smaller than you think. Thanks for the call, by the way.” Hana saluted Taehyung as her attention then fixed onto your father. “Mr. Min! I haven’t seen you since the wedding, did you finally use those green tea masks I told you about? Your skin looks great.”

“Ah, I can only count on my dear Hana to notice such a detail.” You dad mused with a good-natured smile, meeting your best friend for a snug side hug. “Bring your parents around sometime, will you? I feel old among all you kids.”

“Oh please, you know my parents adore Greece in the winter, Mr. Min. And you don’t look a day over 40, don’t sweat a thing with us kids.” Hana’s bright energy along with your father’s naturally sent the group into fits of chatting, you instead watching her eyes attentively fix onto Yoongi. “Hey, Yoongs.”

“Hey, Hana.” Yoongi smiled in that one impish way, gently hugging her to him.

They detached from another after a lingering second and stood shyly, watching them venture off into mindless chatter as your brother scratched the back of his neck and Hana did that dumb thing where she tucked her hair behind her ear.

You rolled your eyes, waiting for the God given day they stop being the classic ‘will-they-or-won’t-they’ couple and just get married already.

“Mr. Min-I mean, Father, my parents actually attended as well, they’re around here somewhere if you’d like to meet them.” Taehyung offered up for him.

“Ah, yes, I believe I saw them arrive here. I’ll find them and we’ll probably call it a night after the auction, us old people just aren’t young enough anymore.” Your father joked, causing you and Taehyung to giggle with him.

You couldn’t help the stupid smile that was gracing your face, in utter awe of how much love you could feel in this group. You were completely taken thinking your father and brother planned this somehow, wanting to mutually remedy the damage your mother had done, and you felt grateful that despite her treatment of you, you had a wonderful family.

And the most crucial addition to that family was the very man holding you, having somehow been the mastermind behind it all.

You looked up at Taehyung, your hand against his chest like usual, watching him animatedly talk with his friends trying to convince them you were, in fact, still Jane Smith even if your fake thigh holster was hidden underneath your lowered leg slit.

Taehyung was distracted, so he couldn’t see the stars in your eyes as you regarded him, your arms fitting around him tighter as you nestled closer, his soothing, masculine scent hitting you the same as it always has.

And you felt his comforting arms find purchase around you like they always have.

The event progressed as smoothly as it could’ve, having passed the speeches Namjoon and Seokjin quite comically delivered, entertaining all the guests with their whole heart.

You laughed along with them, watching the wonderful entertainment and transitioning into an auction period where the money collected would be donated towards non-profit organizations or good causes. It was genuinely an amusing time, seated with Taehyung and the people closest to you all throughout as he kept a warm palm on your thigh and remained affectionate, endearing you.

Your father along with Taehyung’s parents had turned in after the auction like he’d informed, bidding them both farewell as your father solemnly promised he had the Yun & Ryu situation under control, and he’d officially pull away from the project.

The event was moving into a more late, socialized hour, dinner having been served and the music picking up speed and atmosphere. You were distracted by talking up a storm with your older brother, catching up on the millions of things you’d both been robbed of. You listened to Yoongi detail his adventures in America, smacking his arm for ever thinking “Americano’s” would somehow have a different name in America. You were also quick to tease him about picking up the guitar, never having thought your brother would revisit his old knack for music.

Taehyung watched you as you smiled brightly with your brother, a perpetual smile gracing his face as he caught you genuinely laughing and talking, glad he achieved the goal he aimed for tonigh. He was completely absorbed in gazing at you until a heavy smack to his back pulled him out of his reverie, stood by the bar with his best friends across the dance floor.

“Dude, you ever gonna stop staring at her?” Hoseok asks, catching Taehyung’s attention.

“I mean, have you seen Y/N? I totally get him.” Jungkook agreed, causing Taehyung to roll his eyes and nearly hit the man.

“Yeah, but the way Tae looks at her now is completely different, guys, get with the program.” Jimin perked up, immediately on the receiving end of Taehyung’s confusion. “What do you mean? Nothing’s different, I’ve always looked at her like this.”

“Yeah, like you’re in love or some shit. Just admit how you feel about her already, will you?” Seokjin offered, discerning telltale signs from his younger friend he’d much rather have admitted.

Namjoon then added. “Don’t think I forgot our conversation, Taehyung. I think you already know your answer, you just don’t want to admit it.”

Taehyung was only left to scratch the back of his neck, replying hesitantly. “I-I don’t have any kind of answer.”

“What conversation?” Jungkook suddenly asked, “Are you hiding stuff from us? Cause I’ll definitely rock your shit if that’s the case, I didn’t partake in this friendship for 8 years to be-”

“Yah, okay, cut the shit.” Taehyung stopped everyone. “Like I’ve always said, it’s just a forced marriage, doesn’t really matter how I feel anyway.”

Hoseok immediately chimed in. “Tae, that shit doesn’t matter. I thought you said you chose her.”

“Yeah, Taehyung, it shouldn’t change how you feel. If you feel something, you just do. I told you that.” Jimin offered, but Taehyung could tell they were leaving out a very essential detail of this.

“Guys..” Taehyung paused, leaving their eyes to instead look at you, watching from a distance as his eyes reflected something reminiscent of longing. “Even if I chose her, even if there’s ever something there..” His words were fading, watching you suddenly turn around in a haze and settle on him, eyes creasing as you smiled warmly from across the room, waving your dainty little hand.

And Taehyung waved back, speaking despondently as his heart dropped.

“She never chose me.”

The statement hit everyone hard, especially Taehyung, who felt something an ache in his chest he’s never really felt before, watching you nearly dazzle under the soft lighting.

It’s always been a daunting thought of his, thinking you never asked for this marriage. You never once actively agreed to marry Taehyung because of him, you’ve always explicitly expressed you only agreed because you wanted to make your father happy, to repay him.

At first, it didn’t bother Taehyung. He knew this marriage would be nothing but for convenience, for an image he needed to upkeep, to hash out this work-life balance his father preached. But upon meeting you and spending his fateful days with you, his life has drastically changed, and there was always something different from the moment you two first met.

It all started with that bandage.

He knew right then, saying yes was something he did because of you. You intrigued him, left him speechless on more occasions than he could count and gradually began to understand the reason why his father opted for you; it was how you both are so different yet similar, peculiarly complemented each other in a way that made sense.

It always crossed Taehyung’s mind, however, what if you’re meant for another man? What if your red string of fate connects elsewhere, and he’s merely an obstacle standing in the middle of that connection? What if you two won’t always make sense in the future?

His mind raced as his eyes remained on you, swirling with an emotion he had no concept of. Nothing was said in the group in the meantime, only interrupted when the song in the venue changed into something slow and intimate.

He watched you abandon Yoongi and scramble for Hana, nearly smacking and shoving at her to approach your older brother. Taehyung watched Hana complain, just about ready to sprint out of the venue until you seemed to threaten her with something, Taehyung cracking up at the comical exchange.

You then came venturing towards him, still distracted with gesturing Hana to meet Yoongi, who stood clueless speaking with another person. Your eyes then landed on the group, quipping as you approached.

“Well if it isn’t the most prestigious CEO’s in Seoul, may I offer a pompous bow to ruffle your coat tails?” They all snickered together, Jungkook speaking up.

“That’s flattering of you, Y/N, though I would like to offer you a ruffle of your-ow!” Taehyung pinched one of Jungkook’s pecks hard, reprimanding him. “Finish that sentence and I kill you.”

You chortled, hiding your laugh with a hand. “I was actually wondering if I could steal my husband from you folks, Mr. Jeon.” You purposefully spoke politely, reaching for one of Taehyung’s folded arms as he made a face at you addressing Jungkook formally.

He only liked when you did that to him.

“Man, I was actually gonna ask Taehyung to dance.” Jungkook feigned disappointment as Jimin smacked his arm, rebutting him.

“Dude, get in line. Don’t you see the rest of us waiting our turn?” Jimin gestured towards the rest of the group, Seokjin speaking up next. “You kidding me? I’m finding my wife before she runs me over.”

Namjoon was quick to chime in. “Yeah, same. We’ll be off, good people.” He saluted the group and ventured off with his brother.

“Alright, fellas, looks like we’re making this a threesome.” Hoseok slung his arms over Jimin and Jungkook, listening to them complain as he led them away from you and Taehyung.

You two were left alone, interlacing your fingers together as you smiled at him. “Dance with me?”

He cracked a grin, licking his lips. “Of course.” He agreed, letting you lead him to the dance floor.

It was easy to settle somewhere, draping your arms around Taehyung’s neck as his hands naturally encased your waist, feeling the warmth of his palms through the fabric of your dress. You began stepping together in a slow, rhythmic motion, finding the pair of you doing that thing you’ve often come to do; look at each other for the sole purpose of looking.

Something washed over your heart, taking in a deep breath as you admired his every feature; his coffee eyes under the strobe lights, the way his cheeks slightly rose whenever he smiled, his pretty lips that add to the beautiful symmetry of his face. He was simply gorgeous, and you couldn’t help but admire him for something else today.

“Thank you.” You voiced softly, pads of your fingers soothing the nape of his neck.

“What for?”

“I had no clue..” You trailed, hands shifting to hold the sides of his sculpted neck. “You talked to Yoongi or my dad. You were so busy with work, how did you have time? You didn’t have to do that at all.” You grew soft by the sentiment, feeling your heart leap the more time you spent time simply with Taehyung, simply in his presence.

“It wasn’t much.” Taehyung brushed off. “I think.. I’m getting the hang of balancing my work and my life, anyway.” He offered, internally proud he was beginning to find the compromise his father wanted.

“Are you calling me your life, Mr. Kim? Because that’s quite the statement for you to make.” You clearly joked with a light laugh, though your heart glowed at his little confession, swaying side-to-side with Taehyung.

“I don’t exactly mind making it.” He shrugged. “Pretty sure I’m your life too, Mrs. Kim. Especially after the, what, 32 times I’ve nursed you?”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, bringing your hand to hit chest as he laughed, letting your hand rest over his beating heart. “But I really mean it, thank you. You didn’t.. have to do any of that for me.”

“I told you, I do things for you simply because I want to.” Taehyung mused, his palms smoothing your sides comfortingly, sadly flashing back to you crying on him. “Besides, I don’t.. think I like seeing you upset.” He offered hesitantly like he did at your first event together, though eventually nodded his head with a confirmative grin. “Yeah, I don’t like it.”

You could only giggle, not really caring if he could see the stars in your eyes anymore, feeling something for him you didn’t think you ever could. Your heart was pounding in your chest, mind filled with thoughts of only him, adoring his very existence and thankful you were able to meet a person like this.

A person like Taehyung.

He suddenly leaned down for you, bringing his lips to yours and he kissed you with something different, something much stronger than you two have previously shared. It was sweet, sealing your mouths together passionately and you never knew you could so easily fall for the way Taehyung’s lips feel against yours.

And just when you disconnected from him, resting your foreheads together with small smiles, the music suddenly changed into a much more club-like sound, dance music infiltrating your ears.

You and Taehyung snickered to each other, watching the dance floor suddenly fill with eager bodies looking to bust a few moves, even watching Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook roar to life.

Taehyung looked at you and cocked an eyebrow, “Wanna light the dance floor on fire with me, Mrs. Kim?”

“Anything you say, Mr. Kim.” You agreed happily, kissing him one last time before Taehyung spun you around by your hand and suddenly tugged your back to his chest, eager hands wrapping around your hips.

He started feeling up your stomach, catching the receiving end of your reprimanding. “Woah there, sailor, you’ve been handsy lately.”

Taehyung puffed air through his nose, pressing his temple against yours. “I have a wife like you, you really think I can keep my hands off?”

You scoffed, your hands finding his around you. “Bold of you to do in a room with my older brother.”

“What can I say, you make me a bold man.”

“You really wanna pretend like this isn’t because I sucked you off before coming here?” You cocked an eyebrow.

Taehyung grimaced at the statement, thinking you were wrong again. “..It’s not just that.” He affirmed simply, deciding to instead crack a joke. “But do you know how long I’ve wanted to shut you up by choking on my dick? You run your pretty mouth too much, Princess.” Taehyung suddenly breathed by the shell of your ear, eliciting goosebumps all over your skin.

“Mm, know how long I’ve wanted to ruin a smug jerk like you? You sound a lot better moaning my name, Kim.” You heard Taehyung scoff by your ear, licking his lips slowly. “I could fuck your lungs out of you, Princess, we’ll see then who’s moaning who’s name.”

Arousal ran through your core, retorting him. “Why don’t you fuck me right now, then? Or are you still only talk?” Taehyung bored his fingers into your body, gripping you tight and close as he spoke darkly into your ear.

“Not here, I’m not fucking my princess in some bathroom. We’re fucking at home.” Taehyung’s words lit your core on fire, his slow, teasing movements on your waist igniting you. “Mm, the place matters to you?”

“Of course, so I can fuck you like you deserve.” Taehyung’s voice was lust-filled and deep, his every word laced with pure desire.

“And how would you do that, Mr. Kim?” Your hand came up to travel into his hair, Taehyung’s lips canvassing past your ear to the sensitive skin of your neck, puffing air through his nose before he growled.

“I’ll fuck you so good you won’t walk for days, show you you’re my little sub I’ll play with until you’re begging me to come.” Taehyung nibbled at your earlobe, purposefully dropping his tone so low you were shivering.

“And just when you think we’re done, when your legs are shaking and your pussy’s still throbbing, I’ll fuck you slow and deep. So deep you’ll feel me in your stomach, feel every drag and inch of my cock inside you until you’re scratching my back and screaming my name.” Your core clenched, clenched under his words, the heat of his presence so intoxicating you were utterly restless, his hands growing greedy on your body.

“Why don’t take me home right now, then?” Your voice sounded more desperate than you planned, but with the picture Taehyung painted in your head now, there was no way you wanted anything else that wasn’t him.

Taehyung sucked in a breath of air, calming himself down. “Not now, I want you to stay here as long as possible, spend all the time you can with Yoongi before he has to go back.” His tone turned softer, lifting his head to press his cheek to the crown of your head. All you could do was bite your lip, thinking Taehyung’s duality was utterly dangerous.

“I see,” You mused with a little disappointment, relaxing yourself. “Could I at least have a drink, though, please?” You asked sweetly, innocently after being scolded about alcohol by a disappointed Taehyung after the last time.

He sighed, pursing his lips. “As long as it’s one, okay?” He then turned you around in his hold, inquiring “What would you like?”

“Daiquiri, Hemingway please.”

“Sure, I’ll be right back.” Taehyung pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before sauntering towards the direction of the bar. You watched him disappear in the crowds of people, on your lonesome as you lightly danced to the music. You then caught sight of Jungkook and Seokjin across the dance floor having some sort of battle, cracking a smile and venturing towards their near comically raging bodies.

You’d taken a step until a cold hand suddenly grappled onto your arm, temporarily shocked contemplating when Taehyung’s hands got so cold.

But you knew his hands were always warm.

You immediately turned around and found a face you always froze up seeing, anxiety automatically flooding your chest as your eyes widened. “Kiseok?”

“Hey, Y/N, been too long, hasn’t it?” You began malfunctioning, thinking it’s insane he’s even here in the first place. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You tried resisting his iron lock grip, but he was holding you far too tightly. “You weren’t invited, why are you here?”

“Just wanted to see my favourite girl, though I didn’t think I’d see you nearly fuck Kim Taehyung right before my eyes. Have you no goddamn shame?”

“Have you no shame? What’s it to you what I do with my husband? Let go of me, you asshole,” you spat. “And fucking leave my friends’ party.” You tried ripping your arm away, though he only yanked you towards him, laughing smugly.

“There you go again, using husband as if you’re actually married.” He spat, continuing his angered spiel. “I could tell from the minute I saw you two together that shit wasn’t real. I know you, Y/N. You think after years of our relationship I can’t read you like an open book?”

“What relationship? We never had one.” You bit back. “I guess you can’t read me at all, because you’re not catching that I fucking despise you. Let me go.”

He scoffed disdainfully. “Please, you’ve been in love with me for as long as I can remember, and I know you don’t love him.”

You could only furrow your eyebrows in irritation, so fed up with this conversation already. “What the fuck do you want from me? Get it out before I start screaming.”

“I’m giving you a chance, Y/N, a chance to be with me so you don’t have to stay married to that conceited prick.”

“Don’t talk about him like that.” You harshly tugged your arm. “You need to fucking let me go or else Taehyung will kill you.” You stressed as urgently as possible, but Kiseok wasn’t buying it as he grew invasive, too rough.

“Kill me, really? You think that scares me?” He was too close, his hold too arbitrary and it made your heart speed up with suffocating anxiety, your system bubbling with fear as you flashed back to your ugly memories with him.

“It should, Kiseok, I’m serious, he’ll kill you.” You began panicking, considering the way Taehyung grows angry and burns with jealousy. If he found you two like this it’d only cause a hideous scene in front of everyone

And you’d rather die than let anyone ruin Taehyung’s image.

“I don’t give a fuck about him, I’m getting you back.” Kiseok grew resolute, resisting every protest you made as you tried freeing your arm.

You started going into overdrive, body alarmed as you grew more and more fearful, near erratic as you became unsettled. “He won’t hesitate to kill you, Kiseok, you need to let me go.”

“I’m not letting you go, not until you agree, I can’t fucking stand seeing you with him.”

“I said let go!” You yelled, desperate to get away from him, so uncomfortable and afraid you just wanted to cower into a hole for eternity. “My brother’s here too, why are you doing this? Please, please just let me go.” Tears were pooling your lash line, throat clogging up with unbearable emotion.

“I just want to talk to you, why are you trying to run away from me?”

“Because I hate you, don’t you get it? You never once loved me and only used me for your advantage, I never want to see you again, you’re the fucking saddest excuse of a man I know.” You spat with pure disdain, yanking your arm from him but he only grew angrier, his hold tighter.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“Let me go before Taehyung sees you!” You screamed. “Don’t you fucking get it? It’s never going to be you, it’ll always be him.” Your eyes were frantic as you shouted from your heart, tears so close to spilling over your voice broke.

“He won’t spare you, Kiseok, and I’m not letting him get murder on his fucking hands because of you!”

“Does he really fucking mean that much to you, huh? Do you actually feel something for that arrogant ass?” Kiseok’s question made you irate at first though suddenly register the weight of it, teetering on an answer until you came to a crystal clear conclusion.

Maybe I do, you thought.

Yeah, I fucking do.

“So what if I do? That’s none of your fucking concern, let me go!”

“You are my concern.”

“No I’m not! Cut the shit and get your hands off me!”

“Who do you think you are, huh? You were the same girl coming back to me a year ago!”

“And I’m not the same anymore! Let me fucking go-”

“Get the fuck off her.”

You watched Kiseok falter at the hands of Taehyung’s violent shove, his tone formidable and enraged. It broke Kiseok’s hold from you, your shaking figure automatically latching onto Taehyung’s jacket as he shielded you from the asshole with his body.

“What the fuck-”

“Can’t you take no for a fucking answer, you jackass? Why the fuck are you touching her like that?” Taehyung spat, clearly raging on the inside but kept his fists tightened beside him, not allowing his anger to get the better of him feeling your fearful, small hold on his jacket. “Do it again and I’ll end your life.”

Kiseok scoffed. “And there’s the narcissistic ass Kim Taehyung, selling his goody-two-shoes image as if he isn’t a pompous asshole.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you think about me. Stay away from my wife or I’ll break your jaw.”

“You’re fucking laughable using that title, you do know I used to fuck your wife, right?” Taehyung’s head ticked as his system flooded with anger, his blood boiling threateningly as he moved forward, though you gripped him back with caution.

“Taehyung, please. Don’t listen to him.” Your voice was vulnerable and broke, apprehensive knowing this entire ordeal was causing a scene in front of some of the wealthiest people in Seoul, and lord knows how fast word could get out.

Taehyung just barely softened at the sound of your voice, controlling his rage. “I’m giving you five seconds to get out of my face, or I’m breaking every bone in your body.”

“Seems I’ve hit a nerve. She ever tell you how many times she screamed and begged me for more?”

“Kiseok, fuck off!” You screamed as Taehyung visibly winced, gripping him back as he grew angrier.

“How I’d bend her over and fuck her from behind?”

“If you don’t fucking stop..” Taehyung locked his jaw hard, the heat of his body so frightening, seething as you clutched him back desperately, but Kiseok carried on with arrogance. “How easily I’d get her on her knees for me and take me in her mouth-”

Taehyung fiercely snapped then, losing all vision as he lunged forward with a threatening fist. You suddenly rushed in front and hooked onto his torso urgently, stopping him once he sensed your form. “Taehyung, stop! Not here, not in front of all these people, it’s not worth it!”

“Princess, get off me, now.” Taehyung’s voice was frightening, speaking in a demanding manner that made you want to cower.

But you wouldn’t for the world.

“No, Taehyung, please. There’s too many people here, please don’t.” You pleaded with him, but he was too far gone, his eyes clouded by sheer rage.

“Y/N, I said get off me-”

“No!” You screamed. “Taehyung, just listen to me, please. This’ll be a mistake!”

“No it won’t. After everything he did to you I’m not fucking letting him go, get off me right now.” Taehyung couldn’t control his anger, not when he’s been wanting to end this asshole since the second he knew of him, and your words weren’t reaching him.

“Taehyung, please, please! Just walk away, please walk away from this.. for me.” You started crying, begging Taehyung with all your heart to not risk his name for you, hugging him so hard you could feel his hammering heartbeat, the heat radiating off him in angry waves.

Taehyung was blinded by rage, so taken by the sheer anger boiling under his hot skin until the sound of you crying reached his ears. He felt pain at the sound, and used every ounce of strength to relax his fist, feeling your little body trying so desperately to hold him back. He just barely settled, chest rising and falling as his eyes flashed to the scene he’d created. He loosened his palms, bringing them down instead to rest on your crying figure to comfort you, glaring eyes finding Kiseok.

“Come near her again, and I’ll really fucking kill you.” Taehyung gritted with utter derision, lacing his hand with yours hand and guiding you away from the scene.

Until Kiseok spoke up.

“Oh, so the great Kim Taehyung’s his wife’s bitch now?” Taehyung let out the driest of scoffs before he grew so furious he released your hand, drawing his fist back for a brutal hit until he stops when you obstruct him, swinging a hard right hook across Kiseok’s face.

He faltered instantly, holding his face in pure shock as your hand immediately stung, felt near broken as you stood there seething. Taehyung’s alarmed voice sounded out somewhere near you in a matter of seconds. “Y/N!”

You felt the world around you disappear, hand buzzing with a numbness adrenaline was helping you conceal. Taehyung’s hands found your upper arms from behind, gripping you worriedly as you watched Kiseok touch the deep cut you produced on his cheek, all by Taehyung’s wedding ring adorning your hand.

And it was fucking poetic.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Kiseok’s eyes were burning, your every nerve alight at his audacity to even ask that.

“Say whatever you want about me, I don’t care. But don’t you dare say a single about him.” You gritted through your teeth, hand pointing accusingly at him. “Come near us again and I’ll tell both our fathers every shitty thing you ever did to me, and don’t even fucking think I’ll hesitate to do it.” Tears filled your eyes, but it didn’t take away from the absolute resolution in your voice, unable to be hindered by any force right now.

You could feel something wet trickling down your hand, still buzzing with the brunt force it took until Taehyung’s friends and your brother suddenly came rushing into the scene, completely frenzied.

“Y/N, what the fuck happened?” Jungkook’s worried voice called out, your older brother pushing past everyone abruptly until he caught sight of your injured hand, and Kiseok across from you.

He filled with fury in a matter of seconds, rushing towards Kiseok as he aggressively grabbed his collar, seething through his teeth. “What the fuck did you do to my sister?”

You clambered towards Yoongi with worry, “Yoongi, wait, it’s not-ah!” Your hand ached the second you tried to reach out for him, faltering in pain as Taehyung caught you into his arms protectively.

“Kid, get my baby sister out of here, now.” Yoongi instructed authoritatively, clutching Kiseok’s collar hard as you went into panic mode, calling for your brother. “But Yoongi, don’t-”

“I said now, she can’t fucking be here.”

You were telling Taehyung to wait until Jimin reached out to you, voice sweet and pacifying. “Hey, Y/N, it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna handle it from here, alright?” Namjoon’s voice then sounded out urgently from behind him. “You guys seriously need to leave, there’re too many eyes, get out of here.”

“Don’t even think about going to emergency, you’ll only attract unnecessary press, go!” Seokjin called out, watching Jungkook and Hoseok try and calm Yoongi down as Namjoon started dissipating the scene of scandalized people.

You nodded along with Taehyung giving up on the situation, your hand incessantly throbbing as you held it pathetically. You and Taehyung began scurrying off until Jimin called the pair of you back.

“Tae! Don’t you dare drive like this, take my driver with the Porsche. I’ll drive your Merc back.” He instructed his friend as he tossed his phone to Taehyung, who caught it deftly with a single hand. “That’s his contact, just take my phone and hurry, be careful!”

Taehyung nodded frantically as he clutched you to him and instantly called the contact. He rapidly snatched a table napkin from an empty seat and swaddled your hand with it, rushing you both out the venue while speaking distractedly into the phone.

All you could feel was the terrible sting in your hand, thinking you may have damn near broken it. You couldn’t move it at all, grimacing in constant pain as Taehyung worriedly nabbed your coat without a care for his own, hurriedly draping it on your shoulders as he led you out into the cold winter night.

A Porsche arrived by the curb in seconds, Taehyung walking you with him carefully as he held the table napkin to your bleeding hand. He settled you in the back of the car, quickly climbing in himself as he informed the driver to step on the gas all the way home.

Taehyung hugged you to him for dear life, squeezing the napkin over your injured hand as his other cradled the back of your head, breathing worriedly as he kissed your hair multiple times. Tears brimmed his eyes, so utterly terrified of the condition of your hand all he could do was clutch you to him with urgency, his heart beating out of his chest.

“Fuck, Taehyung, it hurts, it really hurts.” You complained with tears, trying to swallow the pain down though it was more powerful than you presumed.

“I know, baby, I know. We’re almost there, we’re almost home.” Taehyung stroked the tresses of your hair desperately, restless as he hugged you tighter, and all that ran through his mind was his pathetic inability to protect you.

Taehyung situated you carefully on a couch in the main area, having immediately nabbed the first aid kit as he knelt down on the floor before you.

He peeled back the blood-soaked napkin gently, wincing acutely as he did so. He casted it onto the coffee table behind him as you caught your first visible look at your hand, and it was far worse than you expected.

Your dainty hand was severely bruised, purple marks adorning some of your knuckles as the abrupt impact caused your wedding ring to brutally slice into your skin, eliciting the terrible bleeding. Your hand was swollen, throbbing awfully as you struggled to maintain the pain.

You exclaimed once attempting to move it, Taehyung’s flat voice stopping you. “Don’t.”

His tone was scarily leveled, expression completely schooled with his eyes utterly empty, never taking a look at you. You swallowed nervously, not knowing what to say to him, his demeanour having completely changed the minute you both stepped inside your home.

He delicately took your injured hand in his, holding it as the pads of his fingers secured around your wedding ring. You readied yourself with a wince before he silently removed the ring from your finger, exclaiming in acute pain as it revealed a deep cut that bled near endlessly.

Taehyung placed the ring on the napkin and reached next for the rubbing alcohol, using his teeth to rip open a packet and nab a cloth, holding it before your bloody wound.

“This is gonna hurt a lot, don’t move.” He warned stoically as you nodded, Taehyung taking a deep breath himself before he pressed the cloth to your hand.

You cried out in sharp pain, squealing frantically as the alcohol seeped into your burning cut, your other hand clutching onto Taehyung’s shoulder tightly as you exclaimed. “Taehyung!”

He grimaced as if he were in pain himself, though kept the cloth there nonetheless. He cleaned the wound up and moved onto a tube of Polysporin for remedying the cut, gently dabbing some on.

The sensation it sent made you feel better, your grasp on his shoulder loosening as you merely held him, watched Taehyung work in utter silence before you, face completely unreadable.

He then grabbed some gauze bandage and wrapped it around your ring finger, ensuring he covered the entirety of the wound. He applied an adhesive to secure the bandage.

“Too tight?”

“No..”

He then proceeded to apply a pain relief cream on the bruised and swollen parts of your hand, the cream’s cooling sensation relieving to your throbbing hand. He grabbed a tensor bandage and encased your hand with it, ensuring he left enough room around your necessary joints.

He held your newly wrapped hand in his large palm, instructing you with an empty tone. “Try moving it.”

You were able to extend your fingers to an okay degree, wincing when you tried to open your hand entirely.

“Okay.. not bad.”

“It’s not broken?”

“No, you can move it.” You then both fell into a stifling silence, Taehyung merely holding your hand as his eyes never met yours. You swallowed nervously again, eyes watching him sadly when his bleak voice suddenly sounded out.

“Why did you do that?”

Your mouth fell into a little pout hearing him, becoming smaller under the scrutiny of his daunting tone. “I.. just.. I got pissed.”

“You told me to walk away when I got pissed, why didn’t you follow your own advice?” He sounded angry, his eyes still as they remained down casted.

“I didn’t like what he said to you.” You admitted honestly.

Taehyung scoffed under his breath, finally meeting your eyes. “You think I like what he said about you? I got angry too, and rightfully so, yet you stopped me and didn’t stop yourself, why?”

“He had no right to speak to you like that.”

“Who the fuck cares what he said to me?” Taehyung argued. “My only concern was him scaring you, why couldn’t you let me handle him?”

“Because I got angry with what he said to you.”

“Then why didn’t you let me hit him?!”

“Because it would’ve looked bad on you!” You yelled, eyes watery as you grew emotional. You took a shaky, tried breath, sighing harshly.

“He was my problem, and I already have a bad reputation, Taehyung.” You began, your sad eyes finding his swirling ones. “So I don’t care, what people say about me, what publicity surrounds me, how many people hate me. But you..” Your throat practically closed up, tears threatening to spill. “I can’t let anything ruin your reputation, especially if they’re my problems. There’s so much on the line for you, it means more than just you and me. Your company, your parents, your family business and name.”

Taehyung grew entirely soft, taken by your confession.

“It doesn’t matter what people say about me, Taehyung.. they just—” You sniffled, containing your choked up tears. “They can’t say anything about you.”

All Taehyung could feel was utter devastation, licking his lips as his eyes watered, his palms cradling your injured hand. He brought his lips to the bandages, closing his eyes shut as he simply held you. He stayed like that for a while, almost in pain as his eyes fluttered open and for the first time ever, you saw a sight you never thought you’d see.

Taehyung was crying.

“Why would you do that for me? Why did you hurt yourself for me?” A few delicate tears escaped his eyes as he gazed at you with sheer regret, you growing alarmed.

“T-Taehyung, it’s okay, don’t cry. I’m fine, don’t worry at all, I’m fine.” You tried reassuring him, hand finding his cheek as the sight of him crying broke your heart into a million pieces.

“You’re not fine, Y/N. You could’ve broken your hand.” He wouldn’t let go of you, extremely troubled as he regarded your hand wrapped up in bandages. “I should’ve protected you, and I couldn’t fucking do that. This should’ve been my hand, not yours.”

Intense emotion caught the back of your throat, thinking how wrong his sentence was. “Hey, don’t say that to me. You were there when I needed you, Taehyung. You always are.”

You watched him deny you, growing emotional. “I just..” His voice broke as he bit his lip, letting go of your hand to come forward and engulf you in his arms instead, a hand snug around your back as the other held the back of your head.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It should’ve been my hand, it should’ve fucking been me.” He hugged you tightly, desperately, your non-injured hand coming up to rub his back soothingly as he shed some tears into your neck.

You couldn’t stand the fact that he was crying for you, your heart aching terribly, and all you could do was try to soothe him, reassure him. “Shh, it’s okay, Taehyung.” You spoke gingerly by his ear. “If it’s for you, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

Taehyung was overwhelmed by gut-wrenching emotion, so sorrowful that the woman who always takes on the world so boldly could take such a bullet for him too, do something so selfless.

No one has ever done such a thing for him.

He loosened his embrace, hands finding your face to press the deepest of kisses to your forehead, rest his own against you as he spoke, eyes closed shut soaking in the feeling. “Thank you.. I can’t thank you enough.”

He then opened them and drew back to look into your eyes meaningfully, mumbling to you. “You’re my precious Princess, you know that?” He regarded you softly, holding your face intimately as you peered back at him, heart leaping at his endearing words. “My Princess I’ll always protect, always.” He mused, kissing your lips.

You could only smile, hand wiping his tear-stained cheek, locked in a gaze of emotions and feelings both of you could so easily discern, yet wouldn’t speak on for the world.

He drew his lips to yours again, kissing you gratifyingly, passionately as his entire being flooded with gratitude for you; your care for others, your golden heart, your existence he was so attached to now.

And when Taehyung brought you to your shared bedroom that night, helped you change out of your clothes and into his comfy ones, removed your make up and jewelry carefully. Iced your hand until your pain dissipated, insisting you take some painkillers before going to sleep, your heart couldn’t help but soar at his every action brimming with care and consideration, kindness and gentleness.

And when you laid together in bed, Taehyung wasn’t afraid to hold you so near, cuddling you like you would disappear somehow, like you were a fleeting dream and if he didn’t hold onto you tightly, you may as well have been a figment of his imagination.

Taehyung’s fingers tangled into your soft hair as you fell asleep, your face nuzzled in his bare chest as he suddenly thought back to what his friend Namjoon asked him a while ago, revisiting the complex question.

‘Do you feel something more for her?’

And the more his mind fell into thought, listening to your slow breaths, his large palm cradling your injured hand as your scent of peonies lulled him to sleep, the answer came to him as clearly as anything ever has.

Maybe I do, Taehyung thought.

I think I do.

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