#Saint is the youngest here and somehow they are the most mature

[ask-the-colony-tree-siblings]

Hey Riv what pronouns do u use

Riv: I use them all! I’m genderfluid!

Riv: Get it Inv? Genderfluid? 

Riv: Like water? 

Riv: Like a… rivulet?

Inv: Oh definitely! You could even say I found your joke riveting!

Inv: Do you get it Saint? It’s funny ‘cause the word riveting sounds like-

Saint: Just kill me.

[mintyoongiskookie]

Just Work Stuff

Member: Jeon Jungkook

Genre: Fluff (OMG NOT ANGST FOR ONCE), humor, Fashion Worker!Jungkook

AU: “You’re older than me and a lot more professional and mature but you can’t help but laugh at my terribly childish jokes.”

Word Count: 2,529 sorry for any mistakes this is unedited 

A/N: BRUHHHH NO ANGST IT’S A MIRACLE!!! I was gonna do a secretary/business man one, but nope, I did this instead. Hope y’all like it!

      Another day, another five coffees, another smug co-worker, and more stupid immature jokes. Besides the fact that someday you’ll probably die from too much caffeine intake, you kinda looked forward to work. Well... More of a certain someone at the office.

      Your shoulders were hunched as you walked into the enormous building, clutching onto your black coffee for warmth. Your heeled boots clicked on the marble as you made your way to the gates, swiping your company card to get through. With your face buried in your knit scarf, you entered the elevator and pressed your floor. You cherished these quiet rides, having to  do nothing for a single minute. The rest of the day you were rushing around, fishing out outfits for the models, going to bougie shops to pick up orders, reading and re-reading and re-re-reading through important emails for the boss. But the second those double doors dinged and opened, you were met with pure chaos. There was an important fashion show happening at the end of the week, which meant everything had to be absolutely perfect or else quite a few people would be getting fired. People were already scurrying in front of you, trying desperately to hold onto the mounds of files, dressed, shoes, and coffee cups in their hands without dropping anything. Walking to your desk, you were accompanied by one of your best friends in the office - Jung Hoseok. He was probably the heartthrob of the company, and everyone loved him. To be honest, what wasn’t to like about him? He was perfect. He even substituted for models more times tan you could count, but he insisted to stay cooped up in his desk so he wouldn’t have to miss the office rush.

      “How many do you think will be gone this week? Five? Ten?” He took a sip of his coffee and ran a hand through his perfectly styled messy hair, his usual smile on his face.

      “Hopefully, none. We’ll be okay if we do everything right.” Hoseok was much older than you, him being in his late twenties while you were only twenty-three. You were an intelligent intellectual, getting into prestigious colleges early on, and graduating as the youngest in the class. people were shocked when you walked in one day, seeing your age on your resume, and your name being the topic in any whispers. The boss loved you, hired you, and had you working the next day. It was strange at first, having to get used to the age gap. But you were considered a comedian, your college humor cracking everyone up.

      He chuckled, helping you out of your long black coat. “If. That’s the catch.” He hung it up on the coat rack next to your desk, sitting himself on the top. “So what’s today’s plans?” Hoseok was your equal, both of you being the dynamic duo of the office. You two would work on everything together, from helping the models at shows to just getting paperwork done. Both of your desks were sat on either side of the entrance to the boss’s office, so you two were - thankfully - together for the whole day.

      Wrapping your yellow scarf around your chair, you checked your notepad. “Outfit help now, confirmation with the boss after, getting a new shipment from Versace, Gucci and Yves Saint Laurent at the meeting place. After that we have a giant dinner meeting with some other companies. Can you go to that, though? I thought you said something about going out with your family?” Hoseok had two kids and a beautiful wife, and they were quite possibly the most adorable family you had ever seen.

      His eyes widened. “Holy fuck, I do. God, shit, ugh, do I have to cancel on them?” You knew how much he loved his family, and the thought of having to cancel on them hurt both of your hearts.

      You smiled and laughed, hitting his shoulder. “I’ll take notes, go be a dad. Now c’mon, we all know how sad Tae gets if we aren’t there to help him pick out his Gucci.” We both laughed as we sped through the building, making our was to the exquisite storage room paced with the newest lines.

      “(Y/N)!!!!!! HOBI!!!” The deep baritone voice of Kim Taehyung caught your attention, his tall figure slithering his way over to you. “I thought you two were gonna leave me.” He playfully pouted as he crushed both of you into a hug. Taehyung was a world renown model, envied by all. You knew how privileged you were to even be in his presence at this moment, but to you, he was just another close friend. “Now, hurry hurry hurry I need your opinions!” He grabbed both of your hands and pulled you over to his... Expansive... Collection of clothing. You noticed some of the representatives from other companies here with their respective models, but you couldn’t help but stare at one in particular. He should’ve been a model too. But before you could get too deeply into fantasizing about him, Taehyung pulled you from your thoughts. “(Y/N)’s got a crushhhhh~”

      You learned a lot in college, and one thing was being able to hide your emotions. “I have a crush on a painting? I thought that was you, Mr. ‘I’m going to drag (Y/N) to a museum just to look at Van Gogh’s paintings’. Because I’m staring at that.” You jabbed your thumb in the direction of the painting next to the man you were staring at.

      He chuckled and turned back to Hobi, teasing you in a sing song voice. “Say what you want, but I saw you were staring at him~. His name is Jungkook. You’ll be seeing him at your meeting tonight.” How does he know all this? I never told him anything? You rolled your eyes, scanning over the huge rack of clothes to take the man off your mind, uttering a quiet ‘whatever’. You could feel eyes on you. You could just sense it. And your whole being was just praying that Jungkook didn’t catch you. You sat down on a chair, dragging it over to your two friends. Your coffee was finished, and Taehyung had left to change into his rehearsal outfit. 

      By the time  the run through was over, you could still feel someone’s eyes on you. Your boss, Mr. Kim Seokjin had sat with you during the pre show, so you and Hobi now had time to talk with the other models and reps. As if on cue, Taehyung came over with Jungkook and his model. You acted as if you didn’t notice, continuing to read through the notes Mr. Kim had you write down. At the sound of Taehyung’s forced cough, your eyes shot up, forcing a smile onto your lips.

      “(Y/N), This is Jeon Jungkook, and his model Park Jimin.” Both of the men were insanely handsome, and you graciously accepted their hands.

      “(Y/N) (L/N).” You shook their hands, noticing how long Jungkook’s dark eyes lingered on you.

      Tae must’ve noticed as well, so he cut through the silence and took matters into his own hands. “Jungkook here is the heir to his family’s throne. He’s known Jimin his whole life, and their company is very successful.” A buzzer rang over the speakers ahead, indicating that it was time to pack up everyone’s shit as fast as possible so they could continue preparing. Tae was called over somewhere else, as well as Jimin.

      In all of the rushing bodies, Jungkook’s gaze was still locked on yours. “I’ll be seeing you tonight at the dinner then?”

      Your words faltered the slightest, but you quickly regained yourself. “U-um, yes sir.”

      He chuckled, sliding a card into your palm as you both shook hands again. “You make me sound old, please, just call me Jungkook.”

      You smiled, knowing he was still much older than you, but you complied nonetheless. “Of course, Jungkook. I’ll see you tonight.” 

      You parted ways, trying to ignore how your pulse was throbbing in your ears.

      You and Hobi had returned from picking up the shipment, and the boss had let you both off early. He bid you farewell with a wave of his hand as he stepped into a taxi. “Have fun with your family!” You could hear his laugh from inside the taxi as he waved again. You made your way down the streets smiling, walking to your apartment. Your mind was drifting back to the Jungkook guy, your thoughts tangling with the state of reality. You could see him on everyone’s faces, reflecting in every shop window, and you couldn’t seem to understand why. Sure, he was attractive, almost everyone in your industry is. But there was something about him that caught your attention, and you had no idea why it was him in particular. You shook the feelings off, unlocking your front door. You smiled and greeted your dogs, pouring them some food, and heading straight to your bedroom to get dressed.

      After quiet some time, you were ready, and you made your way back down to the streets. You were cursing your lack of decision making skills for making you late, as you skipped on the whole taxi option. You composed yourself as you walked through the restaurant doors, nodding to the waitress at the front. You found the designated table at the large table near the westward window, finding only a few people gathered. Huh. So I’m not late. You were waved over by Seokjin, sitting next to him with your notebook in your lap. You greeted the others at the table, shaking hands with everyone. You felt those same eyes stabbing needles into you, the buzzing voices from all around you seemingly louder all of a sudden. Your eyes locked, his pupils blowing wider, a glint of mischief swimming around in them, a smirk growing over his lips. He was sitting next to you, feeling like you were enclosed in his grasp. And he was only shaking your hand. CALM. DOWN. YOU SOMEHOW GOT YOUR LIFE TOGETHER, DON’T LET SOMEONE WALK IN AND DESTROY IT BY SHAKING HANDS WITH YOU. 

      You retracted your hand hand away, sliding it down to pick up your pen. The point moved freely over the back page of your notebook, drawing comics of how you presumed the meeting would go. Little did you know, the man next to you was biting his cheek to keep from laughing. Guess he wasn’t just a flirt after all.

      By the time the other reps had arrived, you and Jungkook were having a full blown comic conversation. You had personalized your characters, doodling the company food fight, pulling down screens and pointing at graphs with a breadstick. You had both been unnoticed throughout the entire thing, everyone else’s eyes and ears being trained on their food and paperwork being moved around. You had no idea why you wee here, Jin was fully capable of doing this himself - and he was doing just that. Maybe he brought you for fun? Or food? Or accompaniment?

      Jungkook had been grinning ear to ear, trying to keep himself from bursting out laughing at your doodle of the fat man across the table eating your breadstick pointing stick. He was so much older; so much more mature, so professional, and he was laughing at your college humor doodles. It made you feel tremendously better.

      You two were invisible to the rest of the table, but at the thought of someone looking at you two, your heads shot up and toyed with your plate of food. By the time the “meeting” was over, you both had eight pages full of doodles and notes of the runways show in the margins. Hopefully neither of you would get fired.

      Hopefully.

      You shot up from your seats and walked out with each other, stopping at the door once you saw the pouring rain.

      “Shit.” Your voices rang in unison, laughs bubbling from your throats. You sighed and turned on your heel, walking out into the rain.

      “(Y/N)! Where are you going?”

      “Where do you think? My house.” You laughed and walked further out into the rain, stopping when his hand gripped your shoulder.

      “Bullshit. Not without me you aren’t.” He slips off his suit jacket - his crazy expensive suit jacket - and hands it to you as a replacement for an umbrella for the meantime. He was quickly getting soaked as he slung an arm around your shoulder and dragged you to the nearest Seven Eleven for an umbrella. You both stumbled into the small convenience store, leaning against the wall as you tried to catch your breaths from the sprints you did. You both looked at each other and laughed, your eyes trying not to wander down to the white dress shirt that was now almost transparent, showing his insanely toned torso. He pushed himself off the wall and grabbed two umbrellas and some packs of hot cocoa. He came back to you and handed an umbrella to you as he grabbed your hand in preparation for running back through the streets.

      You felt the tingles running up your arm, throughout your body - the sight of him dripping wet in a see through shirt not helping any. You stopped for a bit, looking up at him. “Why are you doing all of this? You could make it to your fancy penthouse with the snap of your fingers, but you’re walking me back to my apartment in a downpour?” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand that wasn’t encasing yours.

      “You’re different from everyone I’ve met. You’re funny. I mean, hell, you’re younger than everyone, but it’s nice to see a change. And I don’t want to fuck up our doodling bond.” You laughed, ignoring the flutter of your heart as he spoke. No, stop. You two just met today, there’s nothing going on between you two. Just comics during boring meetings. That’s. All. He’s too rational to be with someone like me, he’s older and smarter and so... Fucking... Hot... NO STOP (Y/N) JUST FOCUS-

      “Good enough for me. Now let’s go!”

      He laughed, and oh, what a beautiful sound. He tugged you out the doors and ran down the streets with you, following your directions that were interrupted with both of your laughs.

      You made it to your apartment, inviting him inside. You both drew out dozens of comics with each other over hot cocoa and soup. It happened more and more often, both of you staying over at the others’ house multiple times a week, whether for drawings, or dinner, or... Getting tangled in each others’ sheets, the rooms being lit by the moon, your names rolling off of tongues, cries of pleasure bounding off the walls. He made everything better, and neither of you cared about anything other than each other. But, as time passed, you both cared about two other things - your two children.

[villainskingdom]

#33 (Kenny Omega)

Okay... I delayed more than I imagined but here it is, the Kenny Omega imagine requested by an anon and based on this prompt list right here.

#33 - “Bite me.”, “If you insist.”

Words: 3024 (It’s longer than I imagined it would be lol. I’d really appreciatte a feedback and, please, tell me if I should continue the story ‘cus the “end” gave me this kinda feeling of “must continue”)

Warnings: only a slight smut

Credit goes to the gif owner. Please forgive me for any mistake, english is not my birth language.

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{...}

"Bite me."

He was good at provoking me. Great, actually. He always knew what to do to get me in his hands and he intentionally toyed with it. I was not a saint either, forcing him to beg for a touch sometimes. My body. My will. We were perfect sinners to each other. The curls of his hair, slumped over the eyes, disheveled as always, together with the malicious smile that came over me. He brought hell and heaven, while I was the embodiment of an angel. Every time I heard him say how much my face was too angelic to hide such sordid thoughts. "Never judge a book by its cover," this phrase is the greatest of truths. Age never meant maturity, much less experience. I proved it. The difference of 13 years never bothered me and I assumed it didn’t bother him either, otherwise we would have stopped meeting. Incidentally, nobody knew about such meetings. Obviously. After all, secrecy is the guarantee of replay. He had a contradictory way that drew me close. When I first saw him, I was lost in thought, and suddenly I noticed myself exchanging glances with that complete stranger. Later, on the same day, the unknown would leave its mark by kissing my lips; with a right to a bite. Enough to not forget it. Certain friendships in common helped our approach. The days in his company always ended well, somehow. I never regretted it, maybe it was living proof of the saying "Live without regrets." He too, but in front of the others we were just simple acquaintances. We talked little. Words aren’t necessary when actions speak louder. He preferred that. Ignoring everything and everyone, we were going very well ... Until we discussed the question of age. "That's wrong," he told me the last time we met. I argued, he was resolute; we fought. Each one to its side but without forgetting the other. I missed his touch and he certainly could not take the past from his mind to see me conserve with his friends. Of something, I was sure. He would come back to me at one point or another.

{...}

“(Y/N)! Wake up!” I blinked my eyes, regaining the science of where I was. Nick and Matt were frowning at me, not understanding at all. “Sleeping up again?!”

“Me?! Of course not!” I nodded Nick, gesturing as if his assumption were the most impossible.

"Oh, of course!" Nick was ironic, rolling his eyes. “You were just dreaming!”

"Be careful not to drool next time"; Matt said, mocking me. Only then I realized that my gaze was on a young man, customer of the same coffe shop of the hotel where we were. He was cute, but not good enough to catch my attention.

"I was not staring at him!" I defended myself, before the two of them began with their complacent looks. It didn’t help much, soon a "HUUUUUM" in unison made itself present.

I rolled my eyes, lowering my head as if I could hide from their games. “Don’t sleep ‘cus soon we have an interview!” Matt complaining. That was the result of my attitude.

“And?” I grunted, not lifting my face.

"You're going to take the pictures!" Nick exclaimed, probably faking indignation.

"I don’t care"; I grumbled, making charm and turning my face as if I really wanted to sleep.

Unfortunately, I soon felt someone shake my arms, forcing me to stand up and face them both, with a clear gunshot look. Matt had a laugh outlined on his lips, not making a point of hiding, while Nick disguised himself as he fingered the cell phone.

“Idiots.” I grumbled again, running my hand through my hair. “Stop it.”

“What? We just wanna make sure you won’t sleep and lose the interview time!”

I arched an eyebrow. "The conference is two hours from now. There’s enough time...”

"Even though"; they both shrugged.

I wanted to roll my eyes one more time, but I was already doing it too much for just one day. So I just stared at them in a perfect "Seriously?" look. They must be kidding! They were never any examples of punctuality, so why were they playing responsible ones?

"Just explain, why such a rush? You said that more people were going to participate in the interview and so far I haven’t seen anyone give the air of grace!”

"He's coming"; he? I kept an arched eyebrow. Their manner was very strange; especially Matt, who kept looking sideways at the apparent search for someone. "What were you daydreaming about, by the way?"

I swallowed hard. “Nothing.” I answered quickly, trying not to show anything out of the ordinary. I was absorbed in the memories of my moments with Kenny, and the two of us knew our recent involvement had never been an option. Sometimes I even suspected Nick and Matt knew something, but I preferred to keep it a secret. I was worried what they would think of me if they found out.

I knew how to hide well. During the time we had been in this somewhat wrong relationship, I acted like he was only an acquaintance. The great Kenny Omega. While I was just an amateur photographer, trying to gain recognition with my work in coverage of events and conferences. No one would suspect. Anyway, nothing else mattered. We were finished.

It had never been serious. I swear. My worst annoyance was still missing him. I'd be lying if I said Kenny Omega was dead to me. And, well, speaking of the Devil ..

Kenny made his noticed presence easily, with the sound of the small bell attached to the door. I never understood why it was needed , but I thanked it mentally for announcing his arrival. I didn’t want surprises, especially one like that. But as soon as he came in, our eyes met.

The contact sustained itself long enough to notice her surprise at seeing me. I was no different, though the strange way the Bucks had alerted me to something. He would also participate in the interview, it was the basics to know and enough to make him wear a social outfit.

I knew how much he hated it. He had always liked simplicity, not sloppiness. His clothes often resembled a shorts or sweatpants and a t-shirt. But this time, Omega was forced to wear white social shirts and black linen pants. Uncomfortable and, unfortunately, more attractive than I imagined.

“Finally, Kenny! What a delay... "; Matt was the first to greet him, rising to give him a place in the stew. My suspicions that these brethren knew something only increased when I saw the Cleaner lodge right in front of me.

"You took so long that (Y/N) was already anxious ..."; I almost spit the little coffee I had just taken when I heard him. "What gave you both?!?!" I asked mentally, trying to shoot the youngest of the Bucks with the deepest rage. "I mean ... Impatient!"; "That's better" I thought, softening my gaze.

“Sorry, everyone. The way here has taken longer than I imagined..."; I could hear his voice without looking at him. I preferred to distract myself by stirring the spoon restlessly over the cup of coffee. He still made me want him, I didn’t need to look at him again to know that.

"No problem ... So, Kenny, remember (Y/N)?" Nick spoke again, forcing me to look up in time to see Omega nod shortly and return to the contact earlier.

Disguising myself, I gave a short, complimenting smile and turned my attention back to the coffee. That would follow the next two hours: Kenny, Matt and Nick talking, and I distracting myself with anything within my reach. In fact, that was the best option. I wouldn’t have to look directly at Kenny Omega, see how he continued the same and how his smile still invited me to sin, next to his badly buttoned shirt that left part of his abdomen on display.

I wasn’t in love, it was only desire, but such a desire prevented me from forgetting. After all, I knew that, deep down, he had the urge to take me back into his arms. He repressed it as if it were wrong... Honestly, who cares?

“Let's go soon.” Matt's voice ceased my reverie, making me look up as he stood up from the stew.

Unlike his brother, Nick looked as if he had no idea why he was suddenly leaving. That's how I saw the two of them exchanging suspicious looks. “.. Yeah... We have lots to do.” And suddenly the youngest had agreed.

"What gave these two?"; I asked myself mentally, making mention of getting up. Something that was soon blocked by Nick. “No! You stay.”

I arched an eyebrow, suspecting more and more. “Why?”

“Why?! The answer is so simple!” I kept staring at them, without a trace of belief. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Kenny wasn’t unlike me either. "You and Kenny barely know each other, you gotta talk more”

“Exactly! One of the most important keys to success is knowing the professional you work with.” Nick completed, resting his hands on Kenny's shoulders as if to advise him.

I wanted to ask where he'd gotten such bullshit, but when I found it, they'd already moved away toward the hotel hall. And from what I could see, they were laughing at us. "Idiots"; I thought, breathing deep into the air in my lungs, then releasing it, snorting with annoyance. I imagined that silence would linger between me and Kenny, tense as ever, but his voice echoed in my ears without warning. “What did you tell them?”

I blinked my eyes in surprise, forcing myself to look at him as he frowned. “... What?”

“What did you tell them?” He repeated the question impatiently.

It was enough for me to be indignant. Frowning, I stared at him as if he was an imbecile. He was, though his blue-green eyes attracted me even with a mixture of impatience and doubt emblazoned on them. "What makes you think I told them something?"

He shrugged. "I didn’t tell them anything"; his reply was short, his eyes straying from mine. He looked exhausted. "Look, (Y/N), if you-"

"No, Kenny, no.” I interrupted him. My tone made him look at me. There was more than impatience and doubt in his orbs, I just couldn’t define what. "Just because you didn’t, that doesn’t mean it's my fault. They may have figured it out somehow.”

“How?” He arched an eyebrow.

“I don’t know!” I exasperated. Our conversation had barely begun and I was tired of it, my patience had worn out in the first second. I lowered my head, pushing the coffee cup away so I could rest it on the table, and stay for as long as I needed. It was my way of ignoring the world, and especially Kenny Omega.

My attitude seemed to alert him. He knew part of my ways, enough to know what to do. Soon I felt his hand lift my face, making me look at him. “I never wanted anyone to know ... That's why ...”

"Don’t tell me that's why it's over." I interrupted him, seeing the glow in his orbs cease. He was hiding something from me. "I know when you're telling the truth, Kenny, and you're not.”

He seemed muted for a few moments to utter a word. “It was...”

“Wrong?” I asked, completing it. He nodded in agreement, running his hand over his face and then through his hair. I forced a humorless laugh, denying it. “We never did anything right.”

“That’s what made it good.” I finally allowed myself a sincere laugh, seeing the smile on his lips and the glint in his eyes as he watched me with a certain tenderness. I had never seen him like this before, I was accustomed to his complete glance of desire, but suddenly I liked more this new experience. Too bad the joy didn’t last long. “... I miss you.”

My smile faded, being drawn back to reality. "Then why did you end it all?" I was harsh, cutting off her joy in a moment.

“... Because it was the best ...”

“Best for who, Kenny?! For who?!” I exasperated, rising from the upholstery with the palms of my hands on the table. Anger and another unknown sensation corroded me, making my blood boil. Such a reaction had probably caught everyone's attention but I didn’t care. “Only if it's for you because it wasn’t for me!”

"(Y/N), I ..." He looked exhausted, massaging his temple, but I had lost my temper long ago.

"No, you listen to me now!" I shut him up. "That's your problem; Everything is always about you! Kenny Omega that, Kenny Omega that ... You're so caught up in your ego about being the Cleaner that you don’t even notice the world around you.”

My words ended as harshly as they began, leaving him dumbfounded. Without waiting for anything, I grabbed my cell phone, which had been on the table all the time, and headed toward the hotel hall. Strong steps, anger dictating decisions; I did not give myself a chance to look back until I felt someone grab my wrist. I already knew who. "(Y/N), please ... Wait."

I rolled my eyes at the sound of his voice, avoiding any contact with his orbs because I knew that in one way or another they could change my mind. “What you want?”

“Where are you going?” He didn’t answer me.

"To my room! I can’t go to the conference looking like this”" I snorted, showing off my own clothes: a white sweatshirt, little shorts, and some sneakers. I wasn’t presentable for sure.

I tried to pull away from his grip, but he held on, as if willing to change my mind. “... Wait for me, please.” His voice broke, something I had never seen. Who would say; the great Kenny Omega, The Cleaner, acting this way... And apparently for me. The discomfort was visible in his eyes. I blame him, because of that, I went back on my decision.

“... Okay.” I sighed, giving up. Even so, in the moment I got released from his grip, I followed to the elevators; without giving him the slightest glance.

The hotel where me and the Bucks stayed had its facilities. In addition to being the same where the conference would take place, there’s a small coffee shop connected to the main entrance. For me, that was the best thing; I spent most of my time there.

My intention was to go to my room, change my clothes, and then go to work. Already in the elevator, I pressed the buttons of the floor where it was and of the twentieth one, in which would occur the last interview before the next G1 Special. After all, Kenny would probably go there.

Speaking of the Cleaner, I hadn’t even asked whether he followed me or not. I entered the elevator without looking back, and was finishing to press the last button... When I felt myself being pulled by the waist and placed against the wall; One of my wrists lifted and trapped above my head.

"Kenny..." I whispered low, not understanding, seeing how the desire had blackened his eyes again. It didn’t take long for him to join our lips in a kiss; needy, savage, and which I soon permitted, giving way to his tongue.

I had no idea why, so suddenly, but I liked it. His free hand had already landed on my waist and descended to my ass, sticking more of our bodies. My fingers, in automatic response, were already strumming to unbutton his shirt. Deep down, I was now sure that he wanted me as much as before.

When the air was necessary, I pulled away enough to see the gleam in his eyes contrast with the gales of his chest. “... Why?” I asked, still breathing with some difficulty. He didn’t answer, just lifted me into his lap and led me out of the elevator, noticing that it had stopped on the floor of my room. I laughed with his attitude, entwining my legs around him, and only then I saw how my laughter seemed to sound like music to his ears.

The room was almost in front of the elevator, I warned him with a quick mention and in moments I felt my back against the wood of the door. "I told you I missed you..." I heard him whisper, next to my ear, as his mouth trailed kisses along my neck.

"You also said it was wrong..." I stammered, biting my lips to contain the sighs from his breath on the back of my neck.

He seemed to ignore my words, more motivated than ever to lower his left hand down my butt while giving him certain grips, with which I had to control myself very much not to pant. "For the last time..."; one more whisper, this time in my right ear as he fingered the strands of hair that fell on it. “Please, (Y/N)...”

Only I knew how this way of calling me, dragging the phonemes of my name in a muffled voice, made me shiver; especially when it came from him. I had already bristled enough to feel my body heat up, begging for more when his left hand chose to approach my intimacy and the kisses became light bites. "Bite me." I grunted, not holding up for so long.

Time didn’t seem to pass in the moment he stopped, watching me again. The dark eyes of desire and the face emblazoned by the most malicious smile; while I heard the sound of the door been unlocked. “If you insist...”