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absurdthirst · 2 years ago

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Landlord From Hell {Dark!Frankie Morales x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 21.2k

Warnings: Stalkerish behavior, voyeurism, spying, masturbation, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, manipulation, abusive relationships, gaslighting, murder, trophies

Comments: You've found the perfect apartment to rent. Even better, the landlord is also the hot handyman. Frankie Morales seems to know you better than you know yourself, because he's watching you.

🚨🚨DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT - This story contains dark themes of obsession, stalking, murder🚨🚨

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It’s perfect. You look around the apartment in the older, yet very well maintained building with a giddy eye. Trying to be critical of any glaring flaws but immediately falling in love with the very lovingly preserved crown molding and the charming original door knobs with the hole for a skeleton key on the interior doors. It was obviously a single family home at one point in time, but it has very thoughtfully been turned into two good sized apartments while still keeping the overall feeling of the place. The price is right and fits comfortably within your budget, although the included utilities wouldn’t hurt at all.

It is surprising that the space hadn’t been snatched up, but it might be because the landlord - and the downstairs neighbor - might be choosy about who lives above him. Your shoes squeak slightly against the original hardwood floors and you grin as you make up your mind. Turning around and facing the ruggedly handsome man who had introduced himself as Frankie. “I’ll take it.” You tell him before you give a small shrug of one shoulder and give him a sweet smile. “If you’ll rent it to me, of course.”

Frankie offers you a smile back, nodding his head. “Absolutely. It’s yours if you want it. You can move in whenever you want. I just need the first, last and security up front then we are squared away.” He can have the lease ready ASAP. You smile at him again and his heart flutters in his chest. It’s been a while since he’s felt like this. Giddy. Yet he can’t let himself get carried away. You’re going to be his tenant…even if you are gorgeous.

You grin, nearly wanting to throw yourself at him for a hug. It would be inappropriate, even if warranted. The housing market is insane and this place is going to be perfect. “Yes! Absolutely. I can- do you - will you take a check?” You ask, eager to secure the apartment. “It’s good, I can show you my bank balance if you need, or would you prefer me to just send you the money another way?” You don’t know how he expects your rent each month, but you don’t mind locking down this gorgeous apartment, already arranging your furniture in the space in your mind.

“Check will work and I can take a check every month if that works for you.” Frankie offers and you nod, “absolutely. I can do that.” He smiles and watches you open your purse to pull your check book out. His eyes dip down to your ass, appreciating the view and he knows it won’t be an issue to have you living above him. You seem sensible and you seem to be friendly. Unlike his previous tenant who left before the end of the lease.

“I can’t wait.” You gush, happy that you’ve found a place that seems so perfect. “Is it okay if I start bringing things over tomorrow?” You ask as you fill out the check. “I have to be out of my old place soon and I want plenty of time to make sure it’s clean so they don’t try to keep my deposit.” You roll your eyes, knowing they will try, even though you’ve barely been there a year.

“Of course. I just have some repairs I want to finish off later this afternoon so you’ll be fine to move in tomorrow. I’ll give you the key now so you can get situated before your place is cleaned up.” Frankie offers, a friendly smile on his face as he lists the things he needs to do to make sure the apartment is ready for you. He is excited to have someone living in the place above, both income wise and just to not feel so lonely. Ever since the boys found their own lives, he feels left behind and alone.

You give a grateful smile when the keys are in your hands. It’s nice to have a landlord who is interested in making repairs and keeping the property in shape. “Thank you, Mr. Morales.” You hum, making him wince and shake his head.

“Call me Frankie.” He offers, giving you a grin. “Mr. Morales makes me think you’re talking to an old man.”

You giggle slightly and nod. “Okay Frankie.” You beam happily, excited to get moved in and your stomach flips at the way that his smile makes you take notice of the way his eyes crinkle slightly. He’s handsome, and that's not a bad thing.

He loves the way you say his name. It makes his stomach twist and he hasn’t felt this way in such a long time. He grins back at you, excited by your excitement. “I’ll see you tomorrow once I’ve finished getting the place ready. Just need to do some paint touch ups.” He tells you, tucking the check into his pants while you grab your purse.

“See you tomorrow.” You agree, letting him walk you down the stairs and you look up at the house again, charmed by the gorgeous exterior. It’s going to be amazing living her, you just know it. “Thank you again.” You tell him, walking down the steps to your car. More amazing than the apartment is that there is actually parking right in front of the house in the form of a driveway that you will not have to fight people for. “I’ll bring breakfast!” You call out happily before you get into your car to hurry back to your old apartment and start packing.

Frankie watches you leave, waving as you drive down the street, and he already wishes you were moved in. Perhaps he could invite you over for dinner, or a drink. Get to know you better. The possibilities make him smile to himself as he goes back into his unit, making a mental list of what he is going to need to make your apartment more...secure. He wants you to be safe and sound and happy. He can help you achieve that.

****

“Good morning!” You call out, hopping out of the moving truck and grinning at him. “Don’t worry, I have Steven stopping by soon to help out.”

Frankie frowns, wanting to ask who Steven is, and he does despite knowing he shouldn’t ask such personal questions so soon. “Is Steven - is he your boyfriend?” He asks, trying to remain as nonchalant as possible.

“Steven?” You laugh and shake your head. “No, we are just good friends.” You tell Frankie, opening the back of the moving truck with your furniture in it. You had moved some of your small things already, but this is the boxes and big items. You huff in amusement since it’s been awhile since you’ve dated.“Don’t worry, I won’t be having people parade in and out of the apartment.”

Frankie is pleased you don’t sleep around but this Steven guy already had him on edge. He’s worried that this guy is more than a friend and you’re just making it seem like nothing. Still, he has a glimmer of hope that Steven is just a fleeting inconvenience. “Me neither. I don’t - I’m a relationship kind of guy.” Frankie reveals.

You snort and roll your eyes. “Those types of men still exist?” You ask jokingly as you pull a box from the truck. You hand it to Frankie and a black Toyota comes creeping up the road as if they are reading house numbers until the driver obviously spots the truck and zooms up to part on the road. “Oh perfect. There’s Steven.”

Frankie braces himself and when Steven appears, slightly geeky and awkward but endearing, he relaxes a little. Seems like the kind of guy you’d friendzone. You rush up to greet Steven as he gets out of the truck and Frankie huffs when he sees that Steven is practically in love with you when he hugs you. “Steven. This is my landlord slash neighbor Frankie.” You intro is the men and Frankie offers Steven a smile, gripping his hand perhaps a little too tight after saying hello.

“Nice to meet you.” Steven offers, flexing his hand before he turns to you. “Sorry I was late. I rushed over as soon as I could.” You wave it away and motion to the truck. “We just opened it and Frankie has also offered to help so hopefully this will go pretty quickly!” You smile at both men. “And then we’ll get that pizza and beer!”

Frankie feels the vibe between you shatter with Steven here but he pushes through, knowing it’s gonna take more than moving some boxes to get you to like him. He wants you to like him…perhaps as more than just your landlord. He might show off a little, carrying more boxes than Steven and making you giggle when he pretends like he’s gonna add another one. Steven carries one box at a time, carefully setting it down where you tell him to while he makes eyes at you, making Frankie want to roll his own. “Just friends.” He scoffs under his breath.

Once the small couch and bed is moved in and situated, you flop down on the couch with a grin, happy to have everything in your place. “Wow.” You look over at where Steven is slumped down at your little kitchenette table and Frankie is leaning against the counter. “I’m moved in.” You tell them happily. “Food should be here soon.”

Frankie wants to hint for Steven to leave but the guy won’t be leaving, he’s too in love with you. It’s obvious. “You didn’t need to get food.” Frankie tuts, shaking his head at you and watching as you start to unpack your plates.

“And you didn’t have to help me move my stuff in.” You counter, opening up the fridge to pull out a six pack of beer so you can offer him one. “Do you want one, Steve?”

“Oh, uh, sure.” Steven says, almost pulled out of his thoughts and you hand him a beer. When you hand Frankie’s beer to him, his fingers brush yours, making his heart flutter and butterflies explode in his stomach.

There’s an almost awkward silence but you decide that it’s just because Frankie and Steven don’t know each other. “So Frankie, Steven has helped me move what? Three times now?” You ask as you open your own beer and take a sip. “But this time has been the fastest and it’s all thanks to your extra muscle.”

Frankie smiles, pleased that you recognize the effort he put in to get you moved in faster than Steven and he is a little concerned that you have known Steven long enough to move 3 times. However, that shows that Steven has no chance of being with you. You've obviously friend-zoned the poor bastard. "Happy to help." Frankie tips his beer towards you.

You smile at him, unable to deny that he is handsome, even sweaty right now. His hair curls from underneath his hair and his shirt is rolled up in an incredibly sexy working man kind of way. “So….” Steven breaks in, making you look away from your landlord. “Do you want me to help you unpack?” He offers, looking desperate to please.

You shake your head and tilt your head to the side in confusion. “I thought you had plans with someone this afternoon? I don’t want to take up all your day.”

Frankie smirks at that, hiding it behind the beer bottle when Steven flusters. “No. I, uh, I can cancel if you need me here to help you.” He stammers.

“I’m sure we will be fine to finish up. Right?” Frankie says to you, trying to act nonchalant.

“Yeah!” You light up, not wanting your friend to miss out on spending time with someone, you want him to find a girlfriend and be happy. He had mentioned plenty of times being lonely and wanting someone to develop a relationship with. “I mean, who better to help hang the curtains than the landlord?” You joke, laughing at your own comment. “He can’t get mad about the hooks if he decides where they go!”

Frankie chuckles, nodding in agreement, and Steven looks annoyed but resigned as he stands up to brush off his jeans. “I, uh, I guess I will head out.” Steven announces, making his way towards you. “I’ll see you soon.” He says, hugging you, and Frankie clenches his fist, trying to not react too much.

“See you soon.” You promise, rubbing his back. Frankie watches you say goodbye and he crosses his arms after setting down his beer.

“Well that means more pizza for you and me.” You tell Frankie as you look around the boxes and sigh, trying to decide where to start. “Getting the curtains up and my bed made is top priority.” You decide. “Don’t want to give the neighbors a free show tonight when I shower.” You joke with a groan. You have a few hours before you have to return the moving truck, so you might as well use the help while he is here.

Frankie swallows harshly at the thought of you in the shower, his cock twitching but he ignores it and offers you a chuckle. Steven bids you goodbye and leaves reluctantly, glancing back at Frankie before he goes. “Right. You mentioned pizza?” Frankie rubs his hands together, excited to just spend some time with you.

“Yes! It should be here soon.” You frown at your phone, noticing that there are no bars inside. There had been plenty of signal before and you wonder if something is going on with the cell towers. “That’s odd.” You huff and shove your phone back in your pocket. “My phone says I have no signal.”

Frankie frowns, “that’s weird. I have full signal. Maybe it’s just a fluke.” He guesses, trying to act like it’s unusual. When you shrug, he knows you think it’s weird but don’t question it. The doorbell rings thank God and he makes his way to the door while you find your bedsheets, and he pays for the pizza. Knowing you’ll be mad but you can consider it a housewarming present.

Huffing at the fact that you were supposed to treat him with pizza, you offer him a plate. “Thank you.” You murmur softly. “I can give you some cash.” You will feel horrible if you didn’t at least offer to pay him for the pizza. Even if you have the feeling that he will wave it off.

“Don’t be silly. Consider it a house warming present.” He shakes his head at you and opens the box. You go to protest but he offers you a look that makes you close your mouth and grab your own slice of pizza. “You can make it up to me another time.” He winks, hoping you don’t find him creepy and know he means coffee or just your company.

You moan softly when you take a bite of your pizza. It was a local place you haven’t tried before. It had just been the closest that had popped up when you looked for pizza places. “Oh my god, I’m going to love living here.” You groan as you savor the cheesy, saucy flavors bursting on your tongue.

Frankie’s cock twitches again at your groan and he picks up his own slice of pizza. He knows the place you order from and it’s his favorite so he groans when he takes a bite. “Fuck. Always so good.” He grunts, closing his eyes for a moment before he reaches for his beer. “So…you from here or move here from another state?” He asks.

You swallow the bite and give a small shrug. “I’ve lived here since college but I liked it so I decided to stay.” You offer with a curious look at him. “What about you?”

Frankie smiles, “I moved here a few years ago. I, uh, had a rough time when I got out of the service and finally decided I needed a new start so I bought this place. It was a shithole when I got it and I’ve built it up into what it is now and I’m proud of it. Decided to rent out the top floor to give me some income and nowadays I just fly when I want to.”

You frown, “fly?”

Frankie nods, “yeah I fly helicopters. Used to when I was in Delta.”

“Wow.” You’re impressed and immediately comforted by the fact that he was in the service. You wouldn’t have to worry about weirdos or someone messing with the house. “That’s amazing. I bet you looked great in uniform.” You bite your lip and look away when you realize you had said that. “I mean- uh, guys in uniform are always attractive, right?”

He smirks, pleased that you said that. “My friend Benny was the one the girls went mad for. My best friend Pope was the one who flirted up a storm. I’ve always been in the shadows. Never really found the right girl, ya know?” He says with a shrug, taking another bite.

“I see.” You are surprised that someone hasn’t snatched him up but think that maybe he’s picky. “Well I guess that’s lucky for me right?” You ask, grinning at him. “I can’t see a wife wanting to split up this gorgeous house into apartments and I love my place.”

“Lucky you.” Frankie grabs his beer and tilts it towards you. You are perfect. Everything he’s been looking for and he’s not gonna fuck this up. After you finish eating, you clean up and he makes quick work of putting your curtains up while you make your bed. He’s reluctant to go but he has to. It’s too soon to overstay his welcome. “I’ll let you settle in then. Uh, if you need anything just let me know.” He offers, wiping his hands on his jeans.

“Thank you so much, Frankie.” If you knew him better, you would give him a hug. Instead you offer him a smile. “I’m going to return the truck and then probably shower and get some sleep.” You tell him. “So I shouldn’t be banging around unpacking tonight.”

“It’s okay. I don’t sleep that well anyway.” He admits, his fingers twitching as he resists the urge to hug you. He wants to touch you but he doesn’t, knowing it will make things awkward. He has to be patient. “If you need anything, just call or text me. Have a good night. Welcome home.” He offers you a soft smile and makes his way towards the door.

When Frankie leaves, you close the door behind him and sigh softly as you lean against it. Looking around the apartment for a moment, you are eager to get settled in and set up a routine in your new space. It’s been a long time since you’ve been this excited about starting over and yet, you are smiling to yourself. You just know that it’s going to be perfect living here. ****

“Shit! Shit!” You shriek, jumping out of the shower in shock as the warm water suddenly turns ice cold. Nearly slipping on the tile floor, you fumble for the towel to wrap around your body and start to twist the knobs, and huff a curse when you don’t feel any change in the temperature of the water. “Damnit.” You huff, turning off the water and reaching for your phone. It’s been a week since you moved in and you finally finished unpacking two days ago. Frowning when you see the ‘no signal’ on your phone again, you are annoyed. It seems like cell service comes and goes and you’ve called the service provider with nothing coming of it. You will just have to go down to Frankie’s to talk to him about the hot water not working.

Frankie hears the knock on his door, he already knows it’s you. When he opens the door and sees you in nothing but a towel, his cock twitches. “Everything okay?” He frowns and you shake your head.

“No. The water isn’t working. It’s freezing cold.”

Frankie frowns, “oh God. Shit, I’m so sorry. I will fix it today. Do you want to use my shower? Finish up?” He offers.

You nod, grateful to finish up and not be covered in soap and shampoo. “I would appreciate it.” You gush as he opens the door wider and lets you into his apartment. It’s clean, a little sparse, but he is a bachelor. You hum in slight embarrassment as he leads you through to the bathroom. “Go right on in and finish up.” He tells you.

“Thank you so much, I’m sorry to already be bothering you.” You huff, embarrassed that your landlord and neighbor is already seeing you in your towel.

Frankie watches you go, his eyes trailing down your body for a moment, until he seeks out his toolbox. He sets it on the counter and waits until you come back out. “You can borrow one of my shirts if you want to go back to your place. I will check the water as soon as possible. Do you- are you going out this afternoon? I can go in then so I don’t disturb you.”

“Yeah I have some errands to run.” You smile at him gratefully. “I appreciate it. I’ll get dressed and get out of your hair. Hopefully it won’t be too hard to fix.” It’s a relief to have a landlord who doesn’t drag his feet or try to stall to fix things. At your old place you might not have had water for a week while waiting on a call.

Frankie grabs one of his shirts for you to wear, handing it to you before you step into his bathroom. He’s excited to see you in his shirt, his cock twitching again, and he is excited to enter your place. He wants to learn everything about you. All the little details.

You appreciate his thoughtfulness and are quickly back out, wearing his shirt and thankful that what he had chosen was obviously longer than most and covers you. It’s skimpier than what you would ever wear around your landlord or maintenance man, but it was better than just a towel. “Thank you so much. I’ll go get dressed really quickly and pop out so you can work in peace.”

Frankie is half hard seeing you in his shirt and he nods, unable to really speak as you make your way back to your place. He gathers what he needs and puts it in his toolbox, carrying it upstairs just as you are about to leave. “I’ll keep you posted on when it’s all good to go.” He offers, admiring your perfume when you come closer.

“Thanks again.” You smile at him, taking your keys out of your purse and deciding that you are going to get him something while you are out. Maybe a cupcake or some cookies to show your appreciation. Maybe just the supplies so you can bake him some. People always seemed to love homemade cookies and for the price of fixing your hot water, it was worth it. “I’ll see you later then.” You call as you make your way down the stairs and out the door.

Frankie enters the apartment, shutting the door behind him, and he opens his toolbox after setting it on the counter. He grabs what he needs and goes to the bathroom. The water is working, he doesn’t have to do anything to fix it except turn the knob so the hot water is flowing into your apartment. No, he’s not here to fix the hot water. He carefully undoes the shower head, grabbing the miniature camera from his pocket and he starts to secure it in place. After it’s secure, he grabs his phone, checking to see if the video is working. He smiles when he sees it working and quickly replaces everything.

He makes quick work of it all but once he’s done, he can’t stop himself from going into your bedroom. It’s basic but neat and he opens the closet, grabbing your shirts to sniff them. They smell like your perfume. He opens the dresser and groans when he sees the panties. He can’t resist. Picking up a pair of pink silk ones and he brings them to his face, smelling them and savoring the material. He shoves them in his pocket, closing the drawer and making his way back into the kitchen to get his things together. He’s done what he needed to do. He leaves after a quick glance around and turns the hot water on as he goes, satisfied that today was a success. A step closer to making you his.

Hours later, you pull back up to the house. You had received a text from Frankie telling you that he’s fixed the water and you are impressed with how handy he is. Pulling bags out from your trunk, you quickly go inside and upstairs to start making him a thank you gift. You have a feeling that he will like the chocolate chunk peanut butter cookies. Giggling happily when you check the hot water in the kitchen and find it perfect before you start setting out the ingredients and pulling your mixer out.

Frankie can hear you’re home. Light footsteps upstairs that don’t bother him. In fact, he likes it because he knows you’re there. He has your panties in his hand, his cock is hard, and he can’t hold back anymore. Taking his length out of his pants, he wraps the silk around his wrist before he grips his cock, starting a slow movement of his wrist. He imagines you touching him like this, cooing his name and looking at him like he has hung the moon. Your pretty face so close to where he needs you. Fuck, you’d look so dirty taking his cock down your throat, tears in your eyes.

You hum to yourself as you cream butter and sugar together. Smiling to yourself as you work and you turn on music from your phone. Another call to your service provider was in order and you were starting to think that there are just dead spots. Maybe an older home has something in the walls to block cellular service. Maybe you would have to get a landline, as archaic as it seems. That way you could have some reliable service.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Frankie hisses, jerking himself a little faster. The silk rubs his cock just right and he imagines you telling him you love him as you sink down onto his cock. He wants you, fuck he wants you. For more than sex. You’d be the perfect partner. Sweet and kind. Funny and smart. Beautiful. Everything he’s been looking for.

“Whoooooahhhhh we’re halfway therrrrree! Whoooahhhh! Living on a prayeeeerrrr.” You sing along with the song playing and dance around in your kitchen as you start to spoon the dough up onto the baking sheets. The first batch of cookies are already in the oven and you feel like this is going to become a regular thing for you. It’s homey and fun. “Take my hand, we’ll make it I sweeaarrrr.” You bite your lip as you giggle to yourself, wondering what your neighbor thinks about you dancing and singing upstairs. Probably thinks you're crazy, but you love music that makes you feel good.

Frankie hears the music and you singing, fuelling his fantasy of having a life with you, and he jerks his cock harder. “Fuck. Oh fuck.” He growls, hips thrusting up to meet his hand. The silk is damp with his pre-cum and he imagines you begging him to cum. “Shittt.” He yells when he cums, spurts hitting his chest and dripping onto his hand.

You stop singing, thinking that you heard Frankie yelling at you to turn it down and you lower the volume of the music for a moment but you don’t hear anything else. Dismissing it as just hearing things, you finish loading the baking tray with cookies just as the timer goes off for the ones in the oven. Humming happily as you rush to pull out the cookies to cool and then add the new tray, you groan to yourself at the smell. He’s going to love these.

Frankie pants, head tilted back towards the ceiling as his eyes remain closed. God, he hasn't cum that hard in a while. Your panties are ruined and he uses them to clean himself up, admiring the silk, and he knows he's gonna have to steal another pair for next time he jerks off. He just needs to find a way back into your apartment.

Plate of cookies in hand, you skitter down the stairs easily and jauntily knock on Frankie’s door. They are cool enough to plate up but still warm enough to enjoy, the ones on top are just ten minutes off the cooling rack and you are proud of how they turned out. Wanting to show him that you appreciated the quickness of his repairs. Frankie opens the door and you smile at him, watching his face turn from frowning in question to lighting up at seeing you. “Hey- I made you some cookies.” you offer, holding out the plate. “To say thank you for fixing the water problem.”

Frankie is surprised but swears you just made him fall even harder for you. "Thank you. I, uh, you didn't have to do that." He blushes slightly, thinking about your panties wrapped around his fist and he wonders what you'd think. Would you be turned on? Or disgusted? He hopes the former. "I am the landlord and I gotta make sure the place is good enough to live in."

“Can all landlords be like you?” You joke, shaking your head. “It would be a lot cooler if they were.” You shrug and give him a grin. “I can now soak in a bath tonight.” You don’t want to keep him long but you have to ask him a question. “I do have a favor to ask though.”

Frankie nods, taking the cookies from your hands. “Go on. I’m a pretty accommodating landlord depending on what you need.” He winks, deciding to be cheeky for a moment.

You give him a little giggle, enjoying the casual flirtation with the handsome man. “Very good distinction.” You tell him loftily. “Otherwise, you might find yourself tied to some renter’s bed.” You are completely joking but it is an interesting idea, seeing what he is like in bed.

Frankie wouldn't mind being tied up while you have your wicked way with him. The thought makes him shift from one foot to the other as his cock twitches. "The favor?" He asks after clearing his throat.

"Yeah. Would you mind meeting the cable company tomorrow and let them in so they can put my landline in? They will be here between 10 and 2 and I am out tomorrow all day." You tell him.

Frankie internally cheers at the opportunity to spend another moment in your place. "Of course. I can do that."

“Thank you.” You breathe out a sigh of relief. It had been the only day that you could schedule until you wanted to wait two weeks, and you didn’t want to do that. “I will make sure that they know that you will be there. I just don’t get why my phone doesn’t want to work, but having a landline will at least allow me to order pizza again.” You give him a bright smile. “Just let yourself in and there are drinks in the fridge if you get thirsty.”

Frankie nods, "thanks." He could almost punch the air at his luck. Being able to be there when the landline is installed. He looks down at the cookies, "You wanna come in and have one of these with me? I just got some milk yesterday." He offers, not wanting you to leave just yet.

“Sure!” You quickly agree, wanting to spend a little more time with Frankie, he’s nice and it is very easy to talk to him. Frankie opens the door wider and steps back to allow you to come in. “So what was the problem with the water?” You ask, not really knowing anything about it, but wanting to hear about his handyman skills.

“Oh. Just the connection was loose. Must’ve been the older pipes. I might get the house replumbed soon.” He says, gesturing for you to sit down at the counter while he gets the glasses and milk.

“Oh, yeah, I can imagine they are older.” You hadn’t really thought about all the upgrades and repairs an older house might need. “The things you’ve done with this place are great. Did you turn it into apartments yourself?”

“Yeah.” He flushes, rubbing the back of his neck after he pours you a glass of milk. “After the service, I had a lot of free time so I bought this place for cheap and decided to - well, it was supposed to be for a family but that never happened for me so I decided to convert it into two places and rent one out for income.”

“That’s impressive!” You praise. “Especially because you kept the charm of the house. Most people just strip it of all character in favor of modern updates.” You shake your head. “But you managed to give modern amenities and make me wish that the old oil lamps were in use.”

He chuckles, “I fell for this place because of the charm. I didn’t want to destroy that. I just didn’t get around to updating everything. Like the locks. I want to add technology and update the plumbing and electrical. I will once I have some savings.”

“I fell in love with the door knobs.” You confess. “Obviously the front door needs the more secure locks, but the keyholes and having skeleton keys?” You grin and take one of the cookies to dunk it in the milk. “I just want to put on a hoop skirt and carry a large key ring around.”

Frankie grins, “we will have to see about getting that for you.” He grabs a cookie, dipping it in the milk before he takes a bite. A loud groan escapes his lips as he tastes the sweet treat you made for him. “Fuck, that’s good.” He moans, looking at the cookie on his hand.

“I’m glad you like them.” You look away, shy at the way he had groaned. It was really sexy. “I love to bake.”

“I bet. Fuck, you bake and yet you’re somehow single? Something is wrong with the world.” He shakes his head, sipping his milk after taking a bite. “If you were mine, I’d never let you go.” He jokes, hoping you see it as banter.

You snort and throw him a grin. “So you’re one of those ‘win ‘em over with their stomach’ kind of guys?” You ask, slightly flustered at his comment. It’s been awhile since someone complimented you like this, beyond Steve, but he was just a friend.

Frankie blushes a little. “I guess so. I just - when I was in Bagram, the food was so shit I just - I missed my home comforts, ya know? I wanted to just indulge a bit. I’m not as fit as I used to be but I try to go running every day or so to keep myself in shape…kind of.” He jokes, rubbing his lower stomach.

“Please.” You huff and roll your eyes. “You look great.” You nudge the cookie plate towards him. “Believe me, there’s nothing wrong with you the way you are right now.” You understand wanting to eat well and approve of it. “Good food, good alcohol and good sex is the dream, right?”

Looking back on it, Frankie is certain this is the moment he falls in love with you. You are everything he’s been waiting for. “I don’t know about the good sex part. It’s been a while.” He snorts, leaning against the counter as he tries to play it cool but fails, leaning closer to you.

You don’t believe that for a second. “Oh okay, play modest.” You joke, rolling your eyes at him. “I’m sure you are turning down offers. I don’t believe for a second you aren’t getting eyed up like a snack.” You know that you’ve done your fair share of looking since moving in. Two days ago you had damn near licked the window when he was mowing the yard.

Frankie stares at you, “I don’t - I haven’t been on a date for like, a year or two. I’ve lost track. I don’t - no one has caught my eye.” He wants to add “until now” but doesn’t, not wanting to scare you off too soon. “Besides, why are you single?” He snorts, “surely you got guys tripping over themselves to be with you.”

You bark out a small, sarcastic laugh. “Yeah right.” You huff. “It’s more like they want to have a quick or easy roll in the sack and then decide to ghost.” You had shit luck in the dating world and decided to take a break. “I fucking hate dating aps and that seems like what everyone wants to do.”

“Me too. I fucking hate using my phone for anything other than calls. Social media is a no for me. Dating apps? That’s a fuck no. Benny tried to set me up on one and I went on a date and the woman didn’t look anything like her photo.” He shakes his head.

“Ugh, that’s the worst.” You commiserate. “I just - I decided I wasn’t going to bother. I would either meet someone in a grocery store or whatever or I would become the spinster with twenty cats.” You joke with a laugh.

“Cats aren’t in your lease.” Frankie jokes, liking this easy back and forth between you and he knows you are perfect. You are looking for someone too and he hopes he can prove he’s the man for you. He can’t rush this though. “Do you maybe, uh, wanna watch a movie with me tonight? I can - I can order take out. It’s just - I haven’t had company for a while and I like talking to you.”

You bite your lip, feeling a little flustered at the idea that he would want to spend more time with you. “That sounds good.” You agree with a quick nod. “I’ll- do you mind if I run upstairs and throw on some comfy clothes?” You ask with a grin. “It’s always better when you’re comfy.”

“Of course.” Frankie nods, “what kind of take out do you want?” He asks before you go. He wants to please you, wants you to stay here. He wants you to love him. “I’m pretty open to anything.” He tells you, “I’ll eat whatever I can get.”

You smirk and decide that you are going to test him. “How do you feel about Indian food?” You ask, thinking about butter chicken and rice with some garlicky naan. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had some and it sounds amazing.”

“Oh yes. I love Indian food. My friend Will made me try it a few years ago and I love it. What do you want, sweetheart?” He asks, the nickname slipping from his lips before he can stop it.

Surprised by his answer, you smile. “I was thinking some butter chicken and naan, ohhhh and some samosas?” You ask, nearly drooling at the idea. “What do you normally eat?”

Frankie smiles, “I like the same thing. I’ll order it. There’s a place near here that does the best butter chicken you’ll ever eat.” He tells you, grabbing his phone. “Go change and I’ll get everything ready.” He orders, swearing that you are his soulmate. The woman he’s been waiting for.

You jump up from the chair and nod. “I’ll be right back.” You promise and rush upstairs to change. Excited and slightly nervous about it. It kind of feels like a date and you get butterflies. “Should I wear some sexy lingerie underneath comfy clothes?” You ask yourself as you look in your drawers, frowning when you don’t find your pink panties. You love those.

Frankie hears you walking around upstairs after he orders the food and he opens the new app on his phone. Smiling when he sees you walking around your bedroom. When you walk into a different area to change, you disappear off of the camera which makes Frankie huff. He won’t be able to see you undress and he so desperately wants to know if you’re as sexy as you seem. He knows you are but he wants to see you, maybe screenshot so he has something to jerk off to later. “I gotta get back in there.” He mutters, closing the app.

You change clothes and come back downstairs, deciding to bring the rest of the beer you had bought when you had moved. “Knock, knock.” You call out, not opening the door. Even though you’ve been invited to stay, you don’t know if he’s changing or something.

“Come in.” Frankie calls out, the TV already turned on and he has his blankets and the plates are out ready for the takeout. He is excited you’re here but he’s a little peeved still about the camera. He narrows his eyes a little when he looks at you when you enter before he smiles. “Uh, nice shirt.” He points at your worn out “Army” shirt that looks way too big for you.

“Thanks.” You brush the shirt down and give him a small smirk. “It was my last ‘real’ boyfriend’s. I stole it from him because it was comfortable.”

To say Frankie is jealous is an understatement. He knows you’ve had relationships but to see you wearing another man’s shirt…it ignites a rage inside of him. He tries to smother it, humming and offering you a smile, but his jaw is clenched. “I ordered the food.” He declares, trying to control himself from just ripping that fucking shirt off of you.

Wondering if you’ve said something wrong, you try to brush it off and sit down on the couch. “Thanks, although one time you should let me pay.” You hadn’t forgotten that he paid for the pizza when you moved in. Frankie scoffs but doesn’t argue and you try to get back to that easy flow you had before. “Have you picked out a movie?”

“No. Your choice, sweetheart.” He tells you, handing you the remote and he leans back against the sofa, unclenching his fists. He is already thinking of how he can get rid of that t-shirt. He smirks when he imagines tossing it on the floor and taking your tits in his hands.

You search through the movies that are available and decide on one that looks like it might appeal to a man who was in the military. “Oh this looks promising.” You look over at him to see what he thinks. “What do you think?” You don’t want him to be bored.

Frankie would honestly watch anything if it means getting to spend more time with you. He nods, “looks good,” and settles back into the sofa. He hopes you want to cuddle but he won’t push anything just in case you aren’t ready for that yet. The movie starts and Frankie watches you from the corner of his eyes, admiring you even in your comfy clothes…that fucking shirt.

You start out leaning against a pillow on the opposite side of the couch, then moving it between the two of you so you can lean the other way. Damn if your back isn’t being ridiculous and you edge a little closer to Frankie as you try to spread out slightly. “Sorry.” You huff, knowing he has to notice. “My back has been kind of weird since moving and I can’t get comfortable.” You admit.

“You’re fine. Sit however you want, sweetheart.” Frankie tells you, his entire body vibrating with the need to have you touching him, even if it’s just you leaning against him. “Lean against me if you want.” He adds, his fingers twitching against the sofa.

You try not to, at least for a few minutes and then you give up. He had offered, so as the movie plays, you crawl closer to him and turn so you are leaning against his side, sighing in relief when the pressure relaxes.

Frankie feels like this entire body is on fire and he can’t resist wrapping his arm around you. “This okay?” He asks. You nod and he smiles, rubbing your arm before you both relax into the sofa. He loves it, how you feel against him. It’s like you are meant to be here.

The movie isn’t great but Frankie makes you laugh by pointing out all the military inaccuracies. You’re slightly disappointed when the doorbell rings and the food is delivered, having to move away from him and soon the two of you are eating side by side on the couch.

“Damn this is good.” You moan, pointing your fork towards the plate. Frankie nods, tearing off a piece of naan. “Right? It’s really good.” He hums, happy you like the place he picked. He could do so much for you if he only got the chance.

“You will have to show me all the best places to eat and drink.” You shove another savory bite of the chicken in your mouth and moan happily, reaching for your drink to wash it down with. “I don’t really go out a lot, but I don’t want to bother with shitty bars if I can help it.”

Frankie nods, “we can make a list and go through it together. I don’t really go out much myself. It’s…sometimes it’s too crowded and I don’t like it.” He admits, setting his fork down. “I don’t do well in crowds.”

“Oh.” You immediately shake your head. “No, we don’t- I’m sorry I didn’t even think about something like that.” You give a small laugh. “I’m an idiot. Never really knew a lot of people in the military.” You explain.

Frankie shakes his head, “it's okay. You didn’t - it’s not something I talk about a lot.” He admits, picking his fork up again. “I’d like to hang out though. I know a few cool bars that serve these local beers.” He tells you.

“Wherever you feel comfortable.” You assure him. It’s not like you have a lot of experience with the bars in the area so it’s not a big deal. Having someone who most likely has some issues from their life be comfortable is more important. Besides, you would like to spend time with him outside the house.

Frankie reaches for your hand, giving it a squeeze. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He smiles, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it. He can’t help himself and he hopes you think this is a friendly gesture and you’re not creeped out by him.

You fluster slightly, unused to having a man show those kinds of manners. “I- you’re welcome.” You manage after clearing your throat and for a moment, you think that Frankie wants to lean in and kiss you. Which is ridiculous, so you turn back to the movie. “So, do you keep in touch with your military buddies?” You ask.

Frankie chuckles, “I can’t get rid of them. No matter how hard I try. My captain, Tom, he’s a few blocks away. Will and Benny are across town and Santi, my best friend, just moved back from Australia. So yeah, we are all still close.” He smiles, reluctantly letting go of your hand so he can continue eating.

You two quickly finish up dinner and lean back against the couch again. This time it wasn’t as awkward as before and you found your head laying on his shoulder as the movie hit the climax. Yawning, you try not to close your eyes, but the combination of a full stomach and relaxed atmosphere has you slipping off to sleep against your landlord.

Frankie’s heart is going a mile a minute when you lean against him. He swears he could die there and then and he’s happy. You trust him enough to fall asleep against him and he daren’t move in case he wakes you up. “You’re gonna be mine, you know? I'm gonna make you so happy and you are going to love me and want me. I’ll make sure it happens.”

You don’t know how long you sleep but you wake up and realize that the tv is on something else and you are still laying against Frankie. “Oh my god.” You sit up and cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

Frankie shakes his head, “it’s okay. Don’t even worry about it. It’s okay.” He promises, missing the warmth of your body against him. He wants to pull you back in and hold you but he doesn’t.

“Talk about being comfortable.” You joke, shaking your head at yourself and standing up so you can stretch and help him clean up.

“Don’t worry about that.” Frankie insists but you just tut.

“You fed me dinner, and let me sleep on you.” You huff. “The least I can do is help clean up. Please?”

“Don’t be silly. Go to bed. I can handle it.” He insists, guiding you towards the front door after he stands up. He places his hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the door. “Go to bed, sweetheart.”

“Okay.” You give him a small pout, but you are too tired to throw up too much of an argument. “G’night, Frankie.” You murmur before he opens the door and lets you out. “Thanks for being there for the cable guy tomorrow.”

****

When the cable guy leaves, Frankie grabs the toolbox he hid under the sink. Making quick work of installing the jammer on the line so he can control it. He also installs the additional cameras he needs. When he sees the army shirt from your ex in your laundry basket, he grabs it. Shoving it into his toolbox so he can shred it later. He won’t allow you to have clothes from another man. Finally, he can’t help himself. He opens your underwear drawer, grabbing a pair of lace black panties. Imagining you wearing them already has his cock hardening and he can’t wait to get back downstairs so he can jerk off. Grabbing his tool box, he locks your door and goes home to get off with your underwear.

You pull back up to the house and sigh. It’s been a long day and you can’t wait to soak in a bath and relax. You think about knocking on Frankie’s door, but decide against it, trudging upstairs and letting yourself into the apartment.

Frankie groans, his wrist twisting as he jerks his cock, the lace is rough but he fucking loves it. He imagines you wearing those panties, rubbing yourself on him and begging him to fuck you. He hears your car pull in and he imagines you just walking in, kneeling down and taking his cock into your mouth.

You groan after you drop your keys into a bowl near the door and kick off your shoes. The phone is plugged in and you smile when you pick it up to press talk to hear the dial tone. Your wifi should be working too so at least you can play on your phone. You hum to yourself as you walk into the bathroom and start the water. You want to soak in a bath and maybe masturbate.

“Fuck. Oh fuckkkkk.” Frankie groans, cum spurting on him as his mind goes blank to everything but you. Imagining you swallowing every fucking drop and loving it. His eyes are closed as he revels in the climax, your panties ruined but he loves it.

You take your time and pour yourself a glass of wine before you start stripping down. Throwing some bath salts in to dissolve and you stick your toe in to test it, groaning when the water is the perfect temperature. “God that is going to be so nice.”

Frankie cleans himself up, throwing away the ruined panties and he slumps down on the sofa. He wants you, he wants to go and see you but he can’t. He pulls out his phone, opening the app and he groans when he sees you in the bath. “Fuck sweetheart. You’re so pretty.” He coos, holding the phone to watch you.

You sigh to yourself, closing your eyes and leaning back in the tub. The wine is at your fingertips and you let your muscles soak. Relaxing in the moment and wishing there was someone to give you a massage. Instead of worrying about your lack of partner, you sit up slightly and reach for your phone, wanting to turn on some porn so you can get in the mood.

Frankie is glad he installed audio, listening to the moans start as you clearly put porn on your phone. “Fuck. You dirty girl.” He mutters to himself with a smirk, spent cock twitching at the idea of you touching yourself.

Something feels wrong, just for a split second you feel as if someone is watching you. Making you glance over the edge of the tub, looking around the bathroom and leaning forward to look out the door into the living room. Shrugging it off and leaning back as you watch the man start eating the woman’s pussy like he was starving. “Fuck, I need that to happen to me.” You moan as one hand slips beneath the water to start rubbing your clit.

Frankie wishes you didn’t have any bubbles in the bath so he can see everything going on but your breathy moans are enough for him to get hard again. His grip on the phone tightening slightly and he wishes you’d let him lick your pussy. “Fuck. I bet it’s so pretty.” He murmurs to himself.

You watch the screen of your phone for a moment, wishing that it was you that was getting licked and sucked on. “Fuck.” You feel your cunt bottom out when you rub your clit just right. “I need to get laid.” You moan to yourself. “Just have someone fuck me stupid.”

Your words make Frankie pull his cock out of his pants, hard once more and he groans when he wraps his fingers around his cock. He hisses and forces himself to watch you, forcing himself to not just go upstairs and rub your clit for you.

You reach up to cup your tit, pinching your nipple until you moan and the water sloshes as your hips jerk. “Oh fuck.” It’s wrong, but you imagine your landlord. Imagine Frankie fucking you. Sucking on your tits and licking your pussy until you cum. He looks like a man who doesn’t mind going down on a woman.

You’re so fucking beautiful and sexy. Your moans make his cock twitch and he slowly jerks himself off, wanting to watch you cum first. “Fuck. I want you.” He groans, twisting his wrist as he watches you.

Your breathing picks up as you masturbate, closing your eyes and not even paying attention to the porn anymore. Too busy imagining what would have happened if Frankie had spread you out on the couch last night and fucked you instead of watching a movie. Your back arches and your head tilts back with a cry as you cum, panting and shuddering your way through your orgasm.

Frankie groans as he cums for the second time that night. Fuck, you’re gorgeous and perfect. He loves everything about you. “Fuck baby. Fuck. Oh shittt.” He hisses through his teeth, unable to believe how gorgeous you are as you cum and it sends him over the edge. Hot cum hitting his chest and stomach while he groans your name.

You slump back down into the tub after you ride out your orgasm, sighing to yourself and pulling your hand out of the water so you can take another sip of your wine. Your orgasm was good, but it could have been so much better if it was from someone else.

****

Frankie sees you pull into the driveway and he waves. It's been a month since you moved in and he has fallen for you. Watching you in your apartment has become his full time job and he has added more cameras during the "odd jobs" you asked him to take care of. He can see every inch of your place and he fucking loves watching you. You are everything he's been waiting for and he wants you. He's gonna make a move soon.

You give Frankie a friendly wave, smiling as you grab your bag from the car and walk about the car to the steps. Frankie is outside working on the lawn mower and it’s kind of sexy to see a man fixing something. You’ve had some moments of weirdness in your apartment and for some damn reason, your underwear keeps disappearing, but you love living here. “Hey Frankie.” You walk up and watch what he’s doing. “Whatcha doin’ tonight?”

Frankie wipes his brow after taking his cap off. It's hot outside and he has his shirt off while he mows the lawn. "Nothing. What's up?" He asks. Fuck, you look beautiful. He likes the way you've done your hair today.

You hitch your bag higher on your shoulder and try not to stare. Frankie claims that he’s not in shape, but you love the look of him. He’s not sporting more than a small little pouch that shows his love of good food and you think it’s sexy. Never caring for those guys who spend half their life in a gym. “I was thinking that since it’s Friday…” you are a little nervous about asking. “How about you show me that bar you were telling me about? With the local beers?”

Frankie grins, wiping his brow once again. You want to go out with him. This is progress. “Sounds good sweetheart. I gotta finish this up but you wanna meet here at 8? We can get some food at the bar. They have good sliders.” He tells you, trying to act a little cool instead of freaking out that you want to go out with him.

“That sounds good.” You grin back at him and nod. “Yeah, eight.” You repeat and turn around to dash into the house so you can go up to your apartment to get ready. You want to go out and have a good time tonight and you had turned down Steven’s offer of going out to some club. Instead you wanted to try out the bar your handsome landlord mentioned and you only wanted to go with him. Your crush was starting to be painful and you were afraid you were reading things wrong, but you thought he might like you too.

Frankie is nervous, his hands a little sweaty, but he showers and puts a little effort into his outfit. He has a button down shirt on and his nicest jeans but he can’t leave his hat at home. At eight sharp, he heads outside to wait for you. When you come down the stairs, Frankie’s eyes widen. Fuck, you look gorgeous.

"Do I look okay? For that bar you want to go to?" You ask, wondering if you should change.

Frankie shakes his head, “you look beautiful. Trust me, I’ll be the one bringing my bat to beat them off tonight baby.” He winks at you, hoping you don’t see the look in his eye that he properly means that.

You fluster slightly and look away, before you clear your throat. “So do you want to take my car or do you want to drive?” You ask, wondering if he’s the type that likes to drive. You feel like he is. That need for control.

“I’ll drive.” He insists, pulling out his keys for his truck. He walks over to the truck and opens the passenger door, holding his hand out to help you up into the vehicle. You take his hand and his heart sings, loving how you feel and he wishes this was a proper date. He helps you up into the car, your jeans are tight and he loves your ass, admiring it before you sit down and he shuts the door once you’re settled. Rounding the truck, he gets in and starts the engine, backing out of the driveway to make his way to the bar.

“Yeah. I haven’t been out for a while. I’ve been working a lot and I just want to watch tv. It’s nicer when you have someone to watch tv with though.” He sighs, turning onto another street a few blocks from the bar.

“It is.” You can agree with that. “You’ll have to come up and watch House of the Dragon with me.” You offer with a grin. “It’s that new GOT spin-off.”

“Any good? The way Game of Thrones ended scarred me.” He chuckles, turning into the bar parking lot. He kills the engine when he’s parked and he gets out, opening the door for you and holding his hand out to help you out.

“It is good.” You take his hand and your stomach flips at how warm and strong his light hold on you is. “Thank you.” It’s starting to feel like a date even though you had proposed just something casual. Not that you mind at all. “So this is it, huh?” You smile as you look at the very unassuming facade.

Frankie shuts the door and locks his truck. “It’s nicer inside.” He promises, deciding to be bold and take your hand once again, guiding you inside, and the place is busy but not packed, a nice atmosphere. “What ya think?” He asks, biting his lip.

The music isn’t so loud that you can’t hear yourself think and everyone seems to be having a great time. Servers are rushing around with drinks and baskets of food, and conversations are at a low din. “It looks great, I can see why you like the place.” You grin. “You want to sit at a table or the bar?”

"A table would be good." Frankie guides you over to a table that is close but not too close to the crowd. He glances around, finding the exits and mentally remembering them and he sits you down before positioning himself so he has eyes on every corner of the bar. "What do you want to drink sweetheart?" He asks, handing you the menu.

Looking over the menu, you hum at all the local selections. “Oh that looks good.” You point to a fruit ale and then look up at him. “And you can’t come to a bar without bar food, right?”

Frankie chuckles, "the sliders are really good." He nods, looking over the menu despite knowing what he wants to get. The waitress comes over and Frankie orders his beer, a local IPA, and you order the fruit ale. "I'll get those and come back for your food order." She says and walks off. Frankie doesn't watch her ass as she walks away, too focused on you. You look gorgeous tonight.

God, he’s a gentleman. You notice that he’s not looking around at other women and it’s nice to have a man who has manners with you. You aren’t even on a date so he isn’t obligated, but it still makes your cheeks heat up slightly. “So are you a fries or onion rings kind of guy?” You ask, leaning in across the table. You want to learn about him and have a fun night too.

“Depends on the day.” He answers honestly, “fries probably though.” He wants to take your hand, his fingers tapping near yours but he doesn’t, not wanting to scare you off. “Cookies or brownies?” He asks, remembering the dessert options.

You moan quietly. “Both.” You flash a naughty grin. “Have you ever had a brookie?” You ask. “Combination of brownie and cookie, literally an orgasm in your mouth.”

Frankie groans at that, “oh fuck. That sounds amazing. I want one of those.” He nods, “definitely want one of those. They do an amazing brownie sundae here.” He tells you, biting the bullet and taking your hand in his.

You nearly giggle with butterflies and you shift slightly to let your fingers thread between his. “So, are you glad you came out tonight or would you rather be watching tv?”

“Definitely glad I came out.” He smiles, cheeks flushing slightly. It’s been a while since he’s gone on a date and he wants you. God, he wants you. He squeezes your hand, not letting go when the waitress sets the drinks down and he barely manages to look away from you to order. “I, uh, I don’t want - I’m your landlord but I’m - I really like you.” He admits, flustered after the waitress walks away again.

You bite your lip and sigh as you reach over to cover his hand with your other. “I like you too Frankie.” Your heart is pounding and you feel like your cheeks are on fire. “Really like you.” You think back to your bath and then later on when you had used your vibrator thinking about him. “I guess we could call this our first date? If you wanted to?”

Frankie smiles, “I’d like that.” He picks up his drink after gently taking his hand from yours, holding the drink towards you. “To our first date.” He toasts. When you clink your glass against his, he grins and takes a sip.

You’re laughing at a joke that Frankie tells you as the waitress brings your food. Learning that his sense of humor is wicked and slightly dirty delights you. “Oh my god.” You wave your hand in your face to try to keep from crying, you are laughing so hard. “That’s horrible.”

Frankie chuckles, "Benny got smacked by his mom for that, he deserved it. He was being a brat." Frankie snorts and leans back so the waitress can set the food down. "Thank you ma'am." He tells her, reluctantly letting go of your hand. "You're welcome. You two make a cute couple by the way." She smiles and walks off.

You give a small giggle and look at Frankie. “I guess it’s a good thing we decided this was a date.” You joke and look down at the food. “This looks and smells amazing.” You groan and smirk at him before you pick up a fry out of your basket and offer it to him.

He takes the fry, unable to wipe the smile off of his face. He swears he hasn't been this happy in...in forever. While he chews, he watches you pick up the slider and he enjoys watching you take a bite and fucking loves the moan that escapes your lips after. "Goddamn." He murmurs, reaching down to adjust himself.

“God,” you swallow the bite and roll your eyes over at him, practically mooning over the slider. “This is exactly what I needed.” You gush. “Good food, beer and a hot guy.” You love tonight so much more since you had plans for another bath if he turned you down.

He blushes at being called hot. He is glad you are attracted to him because he wants you. He needs you. God, he needs you. “Glad you like the food.” He winks playfully, wanting this night to end with a kiss. Maybe more but he wouldn’t push. You have to want him too.

“Oh come on.” You huff and snatch a fry up to point at him. “You know you’re hot. Doing yard work without your shirt on is peak male hotness.”

Frankie snorts, “it’s fucking hot outside and the damn grass goes everywhere so it’s easier to not wear a shirt. I got this from too many beers.” He reaches down to slap his lower stomach. “I’m glad you think I’m hot though because you are - you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”

You scoff, even though you are loving the compliment. “Then you haven’t known many women.” You joke. “I had an ex tell me I was sex with the lights off.” That had stung but he was a prick so you try not to let it get to you too bad most days.

Frankie’s jaw clenches and he is glad he doesn’t know who that guy is because he would kill him. “That guy was clearly blind. What an asshole. I’d beat him up for you.” Frankie says seriously.

Your eyes widen slightly but you don’t take him seriously. “Thanks, but he’s not worth it.” You give a small shrug. “He’s an asshole who wasn’t worth my time.” You repeat your mantra. “So….when was your last relationship?”

Frankie sighs, “it was a while ago. She, uh, she got pregnant and then told me it wasn’t mine. She cheated on me and I was deployed so it couldn’t have been mine. Obviously we broke up but I- it did a number on me for sure.” He admits.

“Shit.” You hiss, hating that you brought up an obvious bad memory for him. “I’m so sorry. What a bitch.” You shake your head, wondering why someone would cheat and then try to pass the baby off as someone else’s. You reach out and take his hand again. “I’ll kick her ass for you.” Playfully offering the same kind of treatment he had offered you.

Frankie chuckles, shaking his head. “I appreciate the offer but honestly? She did me a favor. I didn’t realize that I was unhappy and when I was alone, I felt like a weight had been lifted off of me. It - it was for the best.” He shrugs, wanting to change the subject.

You take another bite of your slider and consider another question to ask, enjoying learning about him. “What’s your dream vacation?”

Frankie grins, “I’ve been to the desert too many times to count. I want to go to the mountains. And a beach. I want to go to Hawaii.” He smiles, “just relax and chill out.”

“Hmmm laying on the beach drinking frozen alcoholic beverages and snorkeling sounds perfect.” You sigh, completely agreeing. “I went on a cruise about five years ago and it was really nice.”

“Yeah? Maybe one day we can go.” Frankie offers, wanting you to know that this is more than one date to him. He wants to be with you and he wants to have you. Wants you to be his. You fluster and he adores it, picking up his drink to take a gulp.

“That would be fun!” You finally manage, grinning at the idea of him Frankie in a Hawaiian shirt. You pick up the beer and take a sip of your own, humming happily at the fruity tartness of it.

Frankie insists upon paying for the bill after you share a brownie sundae. “It’s our first date. I’m paying.” He orders, playfully slapping your hand away from the folding booklet.

You huff, grinning and watch as he pays. “Well, I guess that means I owe you a kiss.” You murmur playfully, knowing he won’t expect that of you. You want to kiss him.

“Now that I can agree to.” He grins, standing up and taking your hand to guide you through the bar. He wants to take you home and when you’re out in the parking lot, he guides you to his truck. He gently pushes you back against his truck. “I want that kiss now.” He smiles and leans down, cupping your cheek to kiss you softly.

You sigh and don’t hesitate to wrap your hands around his back and pull him closer. Opening up and moaning slightly when your tongue meets his as he deepens the kiss and presses into you more. You don’t think about anything but Frankie, completely unaware of everything but him.

He is going crazy. He’s addicted already. The way you taste and the way you feel against him has his heart thumping and he’s certain that this is where he was always meant to be. He kisses you a few moments more before he kisses your neck, catching his breath. “Fuck baby. You’re so perfect.”

Panting, you give a small giggle. “I don’t normally do this, but do you want to come back to my place?” You ask, smiling at the idea of your landlord being in your apartment for reasons other than fixing things. “I think you need to check my smoke alarm…. in the morning.”

Frankie is so pleased and he nods, offering you a smirk. “Yes baby. Come on, let’s go.” He pulls you aside so he can open the door, helping you inside and he smacks your ass.

You yelp and giggle as he shoots you a grin. Watching him round the hood of the truck and climb in beside you. “Someone’s eager to go home.” You tease, throwing him a wink. “I wonder why that is.”

He chuckles when he gets in, “baby I’ve wanted you since you moved in.” He confesses, starting the engine before he backs out of the parking space. “Plus I think you’re eager too.”

“Fuck yes I am.” You admit shamelessly. “You look like a man who knows how to make a woman cum.” Your thighs squeeze together in anticipation and you can feel yourself starting to get wet.

He chuckles, “I’ll make sure you cum. I promise you you will scream my name.” He assures you, driving back towards the house with a little more speed than before. “Tell me what you want? What have you imagined when you’ve rubbed that pretty little clit?”

Your brow ticks for a split second, the question of how he knows what your clit looks like fluttering through your mind before you dismiss it. He is just talking sexy - not implying that he’s seen you. “Fuck, I’ve imagined a lot.” You bite your lip and rub your hands on your thighs. “Wondering what your beard would feel like on my thighs and how my legs would look around your shoulders.”

“We can make it all happen.” He promises, his cock throbbing in his pants, and he is eager to get back and get you naked. A bonus if he fucks you in your place is he can access the footage. Have his own personal porno. He groans at the thought, glancing over at you. “Fuck baby. Let me - I want you to take your jeans off. Let me see you.”

Your eyes widen in surprise but you grin at how dirty he is. “Mr. Morales, right here in the truck?” You ask, sounding scandalized even if you are already unbuckling your seat belt and lifting your hips as you unbutton and unzip your jeans to peel them off.

“Right here.” He nods, grinning and he groans at your bare thighs before you push your panties down. You kick the material aside and he loves seeing your cunt up close. “So goddamn pretty.” He murmurs, glad he’s at a stop light and he reaches out to swipe his fingers through your folds.

“Fuck!” You cry out when he touches you, catching the attention of the car next to his truck but you don’t care. “Frankie.” You whimper, spreading your legs wider and letting him touch you however he wants. The fact that he’s doing this here adds thrill to it, making it even more naughty.

If he thought your pussy looked gorgeous, that was before he touched it. Like pure fucking silk. Jesus, the amount of times he’s imagined doing this. He rubs your clit, gathering up your slick before he pushes a finger into you, loving the way you moan his name.

You gasp, your walls clenching down around his fingers. “Frankie.” You moan, your head leaning back against the headrest and a car honks their horn behind you, making you jump. “Oh shit, the light’s green.”

He huffs, wishing you were already home but he continues driving, maybe a little faster than he should while he has a finger inside of you. He pushes another finger into you, loving how tight you feel. You’re so fucking perfect for him. He loves it. He loves you. “Yes baby. Want you to cum in my truck.”

You whimper, closing your eyes as he pumps his fingers into you. “Good- good thing you have a- a automatic truck.” You pant out, giggling breathlessly. “Fuck Frankie, your fingers, Jesus they’re so good.” You moan, rolling your hips down to push him deeper.

Frankie is so proud and so fucking happy that you are enjoying his fingers. He wants you to enjoy everything he does to you tonight. It’s one way he gets to keep you…to satisfy you. “Fuck baby. You are so tight around my fingers. Want you to cum on them.” He presses his thumb against your clit.

Your moan is loud, nearly a sob when he presses against your clit. “Oh fuck!” Your body lurches forward slightly as your cunt clamps down on his fingers and you soak them.

“Fuck.” Frankie groans when you cum, clamping down on his digits, and he hisses when you soak them. Yes you are everything he’s ever wanted. “Jesus. So tight.” He groans, continuing to work his fingers inside of you.

You can’t wait to get back to the house and get him into your bed. “God, it’s so much better than my own fingers.” You praise, riding out your orgasm with achingly slow aftershocks making your thighs clench. Only when you are completely wrung out and slumping back against the seat does he pull his fingers out of you, holding them up to see how wet they are.

Frankie wastes no time in shoving his fingers into his mouth, groaning because you taste so good and he can’t wait to get you back so he can bury his face into your cunt. He wants to make you cum with his tongue. He speeds a little faster and thankfully pulls onto the driveway, immediately killing the engine and reaching out to pull you close so you can taste yourself on his tongue.

Loving how eager he is, you kiss him back. He had barely parked the truck before he pulled you to him and kissed you. Moaning quietly, you let your mouths meld for a long minute before you pull away. “We should go in.” You pant. “I- I need to put my pants back on.”

He knows you’re right, you don’t need the neighbors seeing anything and he doesn’t want the neighbors to see anything so he lets you go so you can pull your jeans back on. “Hurry up baby. Wanna get you inside.” He says, getting out of the truck and walking around to help you out.

You jump out of the truck and let Frankie hustle you to the outside door. Giggling to yourself at the fact that he drops his keys and curses as he picks them up and tries to get the door open. “Get the door open, baby.” You coo, reaching out and cupping his ass playfully.

Frankie struggles to open the door but manages, guiding you upstairs to your apartment and he uses his master key to open up, pushing you inside and shoving you up against the door so he can slide his tongue back into your mouth.

You moan into his mouth, reaching up and tangling your fingers into his hair. Tugging on the strands while you kiss him back, desperate to make him feel half as eager for you as you are for him. “Frankie.” You whimper when he starts kissing down your jaw. “Bedroom.”

He is grateful he knows the layout as he grabs your waist and guides you backwards towards your bedroom while his lips kiss you back. His tongue sliding into your mouth and his hands sliding down to squeeze your ass.

The two of you stumble into your bedroom and you're grateful that you keep your apartment clean as you reach for the buttons on his shirt. The room is clean and you have every intention of throwing his clothes on the floor so you can touch him. “Fuck.” You hiss, feeling his hard cock grinding against you.

“You’re so perfect.” He groans, letting you shove his shirt off of his shoulders and he reaches for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head to expose the pretty lace bra that matches the panties. He might have to take that as a momento. “Love this.” He murmurs, reaching behind you to unclasp it. When he tosses it aside moments later, he leans down to take your nipple into his mouth.

Gasping his name, your fingers fumble with his belt. Eager to open it and touch him, feel the weight of his cock in your hands. Eyes half closed as he bites down on your nipple hard enough to make you moan. “Fuck.” Your hand finally can fit and you don’t waste a second, shoving it into his pants to wrap around his hot and throbbing cock.

“Fuckkkk.” Frankie hisses around your nipple, unable to believe how good just your hand feels on his cock and he prays you like what you find. He wants you to be happy and he wants you to enjoy this. It’s important that you enjoy this since you’re going to spend the rest of your life with him.

Moaning, your fingers encircle him, rolling down the foreskin and swiping a thumb over the sensitive tip. Chuckling breathlessly when his hips buck forward and your nipple pops out of his mouth. “Take your fucking pants off, Frank.” You demand roughly, giving him a good squeeze.

He loves how commanding you are, stepping back to push his pants down along with his boxers after kicking off his shoes and he stumbles while taking off his socks. His eyes meet yours and he hopes you like what you see.

“Shit.” He’s got a cock that is just begging to be sucked. Your fingers eagerly push down your jeans, happy you hadn’t bothered buttoning them up to get into the house, and you kick them off. He’s a combination of strength and softness and you fucking love it. You step closer and wrap your hand around his cock, sinking down to your knees so you can kiss the tip.

“You don’t have to - oh fuck.” Frankie groans when you wrap your lips around the head. “Baby. You don’t - let’s get on the bed. Want you to sit on my face. You can - shit - suck my cock while you do it.” He promises, gently pushing you off of his length.

Pouting slightly, you had wanted to see his face when you took him down your throat. Eager to see the faces he makes when he’s enjoying himself. “Fine.” You push yourself to your feet and press your breasts against his chest as you kiss him. “Get on your back.”

He’s eager, shifting to lay down on your bed, and when you straddle him, he grabs your hips to pull you back to hover over his face. Pulling you down immediately so he can slide his tongue through your dripping folds. Moaning into the flesh while his tongue flicks over your clit.

Giving a small cry, you lurch forward, eyes closed. Feeling Frankie pull your hips back and make you smother him with your cunt. Reaching out, you pant out moans while you start stroking him, eager to make him feel just as good as you wrap your lips around his cock again.

“Shit.” He hisses into your folds and he sucks your clit into his mouth. His hands squeeze your ass and he can’t stop his hips from jerking up towards your mouth when you take him deeper. He’s longed for you to suck him off since you moved in and he is loving it.

Moaning around him, you lap up the salty burst of precum and grind your hips back. His fingers dig into your skin and make you ache pleasantly, knowing they will form into bruises under your skin that you can press as a reminder that this happened. Stroking the base with your hand, you work him deep, loving how he moans into your cunt when he feels that you have him halfway down your throat before you swallow.

Frankie pulls back from your pussy to moan your name, panting when you swallow around him, and it’s been his dream to have you suck his cock. To find out how good you are…it’s unbelievable. It makes him eager to push you over the edge so he can get inside of you. He sucks on your clit, shifting one hand so he can push two thick digits into you.

You squeal around him, the sound muffled and your mouth drops open and his cock falls out while you let out another loud moan. “Oh fuck, oh fuck Fra-nkie.” Your hips roll back and you shudder.

He loves it. The way you soak his face has him nearly cumming too and he laps up every drop of your cum, slurping as he works you through it. When you shake, he stops and smacks your ass playfully.

“Oh shit.” You pant, shifting and moving off of him even when your hand is still around his cock. “That was- holy shit,” you giggle. “You are better than I even imagined.”

Frankie is pleased, so happy that you liked it. “Baby. I need - tell me I can fuck you.” He pleads, cock twitching in your hand and he is desperate for you but you have to want him. He will go home now if you want.

You whine and nod. “I- I’m on the pill and it’s been awhile.” You fluster and bite your lip. “But I have condoms in the nightstand.” You motion over to the table and look back at him to see if he wants one.

"It's been a while for me too. I want - can I cum inside of you?" He asks, caressing your side as you shift to lay down beside him. When you nod, he groans and shifts to kneel between your thighs, gripping his cock and pumping himself a few times as he shifts closer to swipe the head of his cock through your folds.

God, he looks so good as he starts to fill you up. His mouth goes slack, brows pinching together and the sexiest fucking groan you’ve ever heard rumbles out of his chest. It’s hard to watch because your own feelings of relief, of pleasure at being stretched out is starting to make your eyelids flutter. “Oh God.” Hands gripping his shoulder tight, hanging on while he keeps pushing deeper.

“Good girl. Such a good girl.” He groans, pushing until he is fully inside of you and he leans down to press his lips to yours. The kiss is possessive, taking ownership of you as his as he starts to move his hips. It’s not soft and slow, it’s rough and a little rugged as he lets himself give over to his emotions, the need he has had for you since you moved in.

All you can do is hold on. Gasping and keening every time he pushes deep and his hips snap just a little harder into you. He grabs your thigh, hitching it up onto his waist so he can hit deeper, making you sob and your eyes roll back. “Fuck!”

He watches how much you are loving this. Fucking hungry for his cock, aren’t you? You’re gonna beg him to cum. He clenches his jaw, fingers digging into your flesh again and he hisses when you clench around him. “You like this?” He growls. “You like me being inside of you?”

“Yes, fuck yes!” You cry out, trying to lift up to meet his harsher thrusts but he is pushing you down into the bed with every drilling punch of his cock. “So good, I’m gonna cum.” You promise, feeling the knot in your belly coil tighter every time he moves. “Fuck!”

“Tell me you belong to me. Tell me you’re mine. Then I’ll let you cum.” He growls between gritted teeth, desperate for you to say it. His hips slamming against yours with every word he says, his hand coming up to gently grip your throat.

The possessive tone mixed with slightest pressure makes you nearly squeal the next time his cock bottoms out. “I’m y-yours!” You practically scream it, nails digging into his back as you hold on. “Yours, yours, yours!”

Your words send him over the edge. Burying his cock deep inside of you, he rubs your clit, frantic for you to fall over the edge with him. He can’t hold back anymore, burying his cock deep before he paints your walls with his hot seed. Your name escapes his lips while his hand goes slack on your clit.

Stars burst behind your closed lids and every nerve ending is lit on fire while you shake under him. The heat of his cum floods your core and makes you whimper, feeling the shallow pumps of his hips, the creamy liquid being pushed out from around his cock. “Oh fuck.” You manage after he’s gone still, head tucked into your neck. “That was…..amazing.” You giggle.

Frankie pants, trying to pull himself together and he kisses along your neck after letting go of it. You’re so goddamn perfect. He can’t lose you now. He can’t. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. “So good. You’re so - God, so damn good.” He pants against your neck.

“You did all the work.” You remind him, slowly stroking his back and feeling more relaxed than you’ve been in forever. “Definitely better than masturbating.” You hum playfully.

He chuckles, “yeah I agree. Not enough panties for me to do that.” He pants, not thinking clearly about his words since he’s still riding his high.

Wondering what he means, the words stick to the back of your mind, making you frown. Maybe he had a panty fetish, who are you to judge? “I think I lost some during the move.” You complain, thinking about your favorite pair. “Pissed me off. They were my favorite ones.”

"I'll buy you some new ones." He promises, kissing your jaw before pressing his lips to yours, trying to make you forget what he just said. "So fucking good. God, can't believe we waited so long to do that. Wanted to do that the moment I met you." He confesses, a blush on his cheeks.

“Oh really?” You smirk, a little smug about that and your walls clench down around his cock playfully to make him groan. “Waiting a month is a long time, huh?”

“It is when you have the sexiest woman in town, hell, the state, living above you.” He answers, a cheeky smile on his lips as he looks down at you. “I want to date it and I know - I know I’m your landlord but I don’t want - you aren’t obligated to do anything but I want you to know I want you.”

It’s sweet that he’s literally still inside you and he’s still worried about making sure that you are comfortable. “I said I was yours, didn’t I?” You murmur with a smile on your face, reaching up and caressing his cheek. “I want to date you. Obviously.” You cheekily give him a wink and drag him down for a kiss.

Frankie kisses you, now sweet and slow, and his heart is going a mile a minute. “I’m so - I have wanted this for so long.” He murmurs, caressing your cheek. “I’m going to take you to dinner. A proper dinner.”

You make a noise of protest, even if you are smiling. “Hey now.” You huff. “I loved our dinner tonight.” You lean up and kiss him again. “Dessert was even better.” You tease.

Frankie kisses you, groaning as he pulls out of you and he wastes no time in shuffling off of the bed so he can grab a washcloth to clean you up. "Here you go sweetheart." He murmurs, gently cleaning you before he cleans himself up. He will keep this rag. A memento of tonight.

You stand up and reach for your robe, unsure of what to do now. “I’ll go grab us some water.” You offer, walking out of the room and into the kitchen.

Frankie pulls on his boxers, shoving the rag into his pants that are still on the floor and he makes his way into the living room, following you to the kitchen, and he kisses along your neck, wrapping his arms around you. “Am I crazy if I say I think I’m falling in love with you?” He murmurs.

You give a small laugh, tilting your head so you can let him kiss you. “I think that’s just the sex talking.” You tease him. “Might be a little early for I love yous and proposals.”

Frankie knows what he feels but he doesn’t push you. Humming in agreement and kissing your neck again. His hands slide down to your stomach, imagining you full of his baby. A life with you. Being married and having a family. It’s all he’s ever wanted. “Soon.” He promises, stepping back and taking the water to down half of it. He’s excited to get back to his place and see the footage from your first time.

You shake your head at his thirst and drink your own water. “Well, I should go.” You are surprised, but you don’t want him to feel like he has to go or stay even. “If you want to.” You lean in and kiss him again. “I think I might run into you sooner than you expect.” You grin and kiss his lips again.

Frankie smiles, kissing you one last time. He doesn’t bother changing, just stepping back to grab his clothes, making sure the rag doesn’t fall onto the floor. “I’ll see you around sweetheart.” He winks, not wanting you to feel too pressured just yet. He will have you, you just have to want him more.

Letting Frankie out, you close your door and hum happily to yourself. You had a great time and so what if he might be a little too eager. It was better than douchebags who string you along or decide to ghost you. Things will be fine.

****

“Hey baby.” Frankie greets you when you open the door. It’s been a few weeks since you had your first date and Frankie is ready to ask you to be his girlfriend. He has take out and champagne in his hands. “I got the food.” He holds up the bag.

“Hey.” You plaster on a smile and open the door wider, slightly irritated because you had told Frankie that tonight had been stressful and you were just going to take a bath and go to bed early. You huff, telling yourself that you’re being a bitch and he’s taking care of you. “Thanks. I didn’t expect that.”

“I wanted to cheer you up. I know it’s been a long day and I wanted to make it better.” He says, wondering if he was a good idea but you step aside to let him in and he holds up the bottle of champagne.

“Fancy.” You take the bottle and examine the label. “What are we celebrating tonight?” You bite your lip and turn towards the kitchen, knowing he will follow you. The glasses are in there but you don’t know where your bottle opener is. You’ve seemed to misplace it again

Frankie watches you take out the glasses and he opens the bottle of champagne, chuckling when the cork flies across the room, and he pours two glasses, holding one up towards you. “I wanted to ask you something.” He clears his throat and you frown, wondering what he is going to ask. “I wanted to ask…will you be my girlfriend?”

There are times when he’s so sweet you don’t know why someone didn’t snap him up already. “I kind of thought I already was.” Grinning over the rim of your glass. “I mean, we are together practically every night.”

“Yeah but I wanted to ask you officially.” He blushes, fingers flexing around the small flute in his hand. “I wanted to officially make you my girlfriend and - fuck, it’s a little high school but I want to do this right. It went so wrong in my last relationship and I just - I want everything to go right with you.”

You lean in and smile, pressing your lips to his to soothe away the frazzled nerves. “Yes Frankie, I’ll be your girlfriend.” You declare softly before you take a sip of the champagne. “Ohhh Steven’s gonna be so disappointed we aren’t both single this weekend.” You snicker, although you don’t mind at all. Not really.

Frankie tries to not let it show how much that fucks him off. Hearing about Steven now and then has him on edge. The dude is in love with you and Frankie refuses to let anyone come between you both. “Are you, uh, you’re going out with Steven this weekend?” He asks, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Yeah, I didn’t tell you?” You ask, surprised that you hadn’t mentioned it. “We are going to a concert.” You hadn’t invited him because you knew that he would hate crowds.

The news makes Frankie’s blood boil but he tries to calm down, knowing there’s nothing he can do about it. He nods, “that’s gonna be fun. I, uh, it would’ve been nice if you’d told me, I booked a restaurant for us to go to.” He rubs his jaw, trying to act indifferent but he is upset that you didn’t communicate with him.

“Oh.” You bite your lip, not wanting to point out that he had done the same thing by making plans without communicating. “I’m sorry.” You frown with a small pout. “I would cancel, but I’ve already paid for my ticket.”

Frankie is peeved but tries to not let it show. He nods, "I can change the booking. You go have fun with Steven." He offers, trying to compromise and not scare you off. His mind is already whirling with ideas but he will keep those to himself. "Sorry baby. Seriously, you go have fun." He coos, reaching to touch your waist.

“Okay. I know I’ve been neglecting my friends.” You reach out and stroke his chest. “You should get together with your friends. Have a boys night and complain about your girlfriend.” You grin at the title, wrinkling your body happily. “We can text and complain about how we wish we were on your couch with takeout.”

Frankie chuckles, not necessarily thinking it’s a bad idea to catch up with the guys. He just hates the idea of spending a night without you. Of you with that prick Steven who will probably try and turn you against Frankie. He’s heard the calls on the landline. Steven giving his opinion on Frankie being a little too intense. What the fuck does he know? “Sounds like a plan baby.” He kisses your hair, staring at the camera he put in your coffee machine across the kitchen.

“Okay.” You breathe a small sigh of relief, really not wanting to fight with him. “So what did you bring for dinner?” You ask before you take another sip of the champagne. It’s really sweet that he brought you dinner and you appreciate it. You are hungry and it seems like Frankie knows exactly how to take care of you. It’s like he knows you inside and out.

Frankie knows everything you like and dislike. He has watched your every move for weeks and he feels like he knows you inside and out. “I got us pasta from that place in town that you like.” He tells you, wanting you to know how much he knows you without making you suspicious.

“Ohhh god.” You moan quietly and roll your eyes. “You know I love pasta. You’re the best.” You reach out with grabby hands playfully.

He chuckles, glad you like it and he is pleased you are happy. All he wants is to make you happy. After you eat, Frankie and you cuddle on the sofa. He loves just sitting here and watching a movie, safe from the world and no one to take you away from him. “Are you sure you wanna go to the concert?” He asks casually while you rest on his chest.

“Yeah? Why?” You frown, sitting up to look at him.

“I just - it’s not very safe. The crowds. I’m worried about you.”

“I’ll be okay.” He looks doubtful, but you shoot him a serious look. “Seriously, it’s not going to be a rowdy concert. I’m just going to have a beer or two.” You promise, wanting him to trust you.

Frankie wants to put his foot down and tell you you aren't going but he can't be that heavy handed. "I know baby but...Steven won't be able to look after you if something happens. I just - I want you to be safe. I want you to enjoy yourself but I am worried. Steven can't keep you safe."

You sigh softly and shake your head. You don’t want to get into an argument. “I won’t drink, okay?” You compromise, even if you think it’s ridiculous. You have your pepper spray and you’ve never had any major issues. “Will that make you worry less? Maybe you can give me some self defense lessons if it’ll make you feel better.”

"Baby please. I just - it makes me uncomfortable because of my past to let you go to a big crowd like that. I'm scared to lose you." He reveals, his voice small and almost weak as he tries to convince you not to go.

You sigh. “I’ll sell the tickets and we’ll just watch a movie or something.” You are annoyed that he’s talked you out of something that you’ve been looking forward to for a month.

Frankie bites his lip to smother his victorious smirk. and he nods, leaning forward to kiss your hair. "Thank you baby. I promise that I will make this up to you. I just want you to be safe."

You nod, feeling slightly put out but you try to kick the feeling. “I’ll be safe but you need to be safe with your boys too.”

"Sweetheart. We were in Delta...it's who we bump into who needs to be worried." He snorts, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer so he can kiss your cheek before he focuses on the movie you are watching. Hopefully that is the end of the issue and he is satisfied to keep you away from Steven.

****

“You should just go.” Steven frowns at you. “What is he going to do? He’s not even here and he shouldn’t be dictating what you are doing.” You fluster slightly, not wanting to fight with Steven but you had given Frankie your word before he left. “Why don’t we just stay here and watch a movie.”

Frankie’s phone went off when Steven pulled onto the driveway and he opens the camera app to listen to the conversation. When he hears Steven trying to convince you to go, he rolls his eyes. “You - you are different since you’ve been with Frankie. He squashes you. You do everything he wants. You’ve lost yourself because of him.” Steven shakes his head.

“That’s not true.” Protesting that, you roll your eyes. “I’m in a relationship and there does need to be compromise.” You tell him. “We went out just the other night because I wanted to and Frankie really wanted to stay home.” Shaking your head, you frown at Steven. “Look, I know I’m not spending as much time with you and the others as I normally do, but I feel like everyone pulls away from social groups when they are getting a relationship started. It’s new and honestly? You guys don’t want to see us kissing or having sex.”

Steven shakes his head. “It’s not that. It’s that - there’s something about him. He gets this weird possessive look in his eyes whenever he’s around you and you’ve changed. You do whatever he wants and that’s not like you. You’re so strong and he has just - he’s controlling you and you can’t see it. Please, listen to me. I care about you. A lot.”

Like the stubborn idiot that you are, you shake off your own doubts that have popped up and sigh. “I know you like me Steven, but badmouthing Frankie isn’t going to make me break up with him and want to be with you.” You hiss. “Now we can hang out or you can go home. Your choice.” You’re pissed because he won’t stop complaining about you being happy and it’s starting to get on your nerves. “You are just pissed that I have a boyfriend who loves me and it’s not you.”

Steven rears back like you slapped him, a hurt look in his eyes as his mouth opens and closes, trying to find the words to argue that but failing. “Don’t do this sweetheart. He’s gonna - there’s something off about him and it’s gonna - you’re gonna get hurt. Do I love you? Yes. I do. I’m in love with you and that’s why I don’t want to see you get hurt. I am acting above my emotions here. I just want you to be safe. There’s something off about Frankie.”

You immediately feel bad, but you sigh softly. The joy of hanging out with your friend is now ruined and all you want to do is curl up on your couch and drink the half bottle of wine that Frankie had brought you the other day. Ironic that he went out with his friends and your night has turned into a shit show. “Listen…” You give a small shrug. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this right now. Obviously we’re both upset and I just-“ you reach out and cup his cheek. “I care about you, I do. But I am fine and maybe- maybe we just need a few days to cool off, okay?”

Frankie listens in on the camera, clenching his jaw at how you cup Steven’s cheek. He’s not out with the boys, he’s just in his truck, watching what is happening. Steven says okay and tells you to be careful, stay safe, before he says his goodbyes. Making Frankie roll his eyes before he sets his phone down, driving towards your place, parking up and waiting until Steven pulls away from the curb. Frankie follows, knowing he can’t allow this asshole to put thoughts in your head. Frankie can’t lose you, not now, and he is going to make sure he never does. Especially because of Steven.

****

You frown as you stare down at your phone. The messages opened and you can clearly tell that they are being delivered. You wonder if Steven has turned off the Read option for you on his phone. Or if he’s just decided that he’s not going to talk to you again. To Steven: “Listen, I know that I said that we needed a few days, but it’s been a week and I really want to talk to you. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. Text me back and tell me to fuck off at least?” Your front door opens and Frankie walks in, making you look up and close your phone out with a smile. “Hey babe, that didn’t take long.” You look at the bags in his hands and grin. “Couldn’t decide what to make for dinner?”

Frankie leans down to kiss you when you walk over to take a few bags. "No. I just- I figured we could spend a few days just hanging around the house. I am tired after work and now that I have some days off...I just want to spend every minute with you." He coos, setting the bags down on your counter. He knows you've been trying to contact Steven, the worried look on your face, even though Steven's phone is now in the middle of the Everglades. "You okay?" He asks you, pulling you into his arms after you set the bags down.

“Yeah….” You hadn’t told Frankie about your argument with Steven, because it was over him and you were worried that he was going to use it as an excuse to tell you that you needed to step back from Steven as a friend. You could tell that he didn’t care for the other man, but you had brushed it off as the two men engaging in a silent pissing competition for dominance. Archaic, but they’re men. “Just friend stuff.”

Frankie hums, trying to not say that he knows what happened but then you’d question it and he doesn’t need you asking questions. He kisses your hair, “well hopefully it gets better. I got your favorite snacks so go pick a movie and we can relax, okay?” He offers, trying to cheer you up.

“You know…” You sigh and shake your head, stepping out of his arms. “I think that I just want to go to bed early tonight.” You admit quietly. “Alone. I just- I think that I just need a night to wallow.” You look into his eyes and try to ignore the hurt because you need to just be miserable and you will be shit company anyway.

Frankie frowns, not liking this sudden change. He knows it’s about Steven and he supposes he should let you wallow for the night so this silly behavior ends sooner rather than later. He nods, “of course. I’ll, uh, leave you to it.” He offers, backing away from you and trying to not show how hurt he is.

“I appreciate it.” You do, wondering why Steven doesn’t see that Frankie lets you have space when you need it and caters to your needs. “I’m sorry, I know you are disappointed.” You murmur softly. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“It’s okay baby. I’ll talk to you later.” He promises, kissing you softly before he backs away from you. Disappointed but even he knows when to push. He steps back, making his way to the door. “See you later, baby.” He smiles, shutting the door behind him and makes his way downstairs. Hopefully this passes. Steven is gone and you need to get over it.

****

You hum as you make your way to the shared laundry space in the house. The apartments didn’t have separate hookups, but Frankie had kept the original laundry space and made it free for both units to use. Your night had been restless and at the end of it, you had been pissed. Never hearing from Steven, despite calling him several times, you had sent him one last text telling him that you had decided that it was best if the two of you just stopped talking and you had deleted his number and blocked him. If he couldn’t be an adult and talk to you, you didn’t want to deal with him. Frankie is gone, truck out of his parking space in the driveway before you had woken up, so you had decided to do some laundry. When you get down there, you shake your head with a grin. Frankie hates laundry and there is a load in the dryer and one in the washing machine. You pull out the single outfit from the dryer with an amused expression, the jeans look like they had seen better days and had bleach spots all over them. You wonder if he had an accident with the bleach and decided they would be good yard work jeans. After folding them and transferring his clothes over to start your own load, you decide that you will put them up in his closet so he doesn’t throw them over a chair like he normally does. Wanting to do something nice for him to make up for last night.

You open his closet, preparing to put his shirts away when you accidentally walk backwards, knocking the dresser. You gasp, spinning around when you see the face of the dresser has come off. Confusion follows the shock and you inspect the dresser, wondering why there’s a façade of drawers when it’s just a large chest. You carefully remove the large piece of wood, frowning when you see dozens of shoe boxes and you wonder why he keeps his shoes like this.

It seems weird and there is a moment where you hesitate as you reach for one of the boxes. You’ve seen two sets of shoes on Frankie, his boots and a beat up pair of tennis shoes. So the dozens of shoe boxes has you wondering. Maybe it’s memorabilia. Pulling out a box, you flip the lid open, eyes widening when you stare down at the contents with a gasp.

Frankie whistles as he gets out of his truck, looking forward to spending another evening with you. He is so in love with you. It’s never been like this before. He opens the door, ready to go and see you upstairs after he changes but he frowns when he hears movement. He approaches the bedroom, ready to fight but instead he finds you in his closet. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” He growls.

Screaming, you drop the box that you are holding, scattering the contents on the floor next to the other boxes of horror that you have opened. Your eyes blow wide and frantic at being caught, the mottled red fury on his face making your entire body quiver in a panicked flight or fight response. You step back, trying to press deeper into the closet and brush back against his clothes. “I- I was p-putting you-your clothes up.” You stammer, eyes darting back down to the boxes and then back up to him.

“Doesn’t fucking look like it, sweetheart. What are you - did you open these?” He demands to know, pointing at the boxes scattered on the floor. He steps closer, “did you fucking open these?”

“N-n-no.” You shake your head quickly, as if denying it would make it true. Or maybe it was that you just wanted him to desperately believe you. “I didn’t.” You start edging toward the door trying to move past him. “I- I’ll go get something to clean up.” you offer, needing to get out of this closet and away from him. What you had seen had chilled you to your very soul.

You get up and Frankie reaches out to grab you by the upper arm, stopping you from moving. “Why did you do that?” He asks, voice calm and even now that he knows you’ve seen the boxes.

“You’re…hurting my arm.” You whimper quietly, trying to pull your arm away from Frankie, but he doesn’t let go. “Frankie, let go!” You hiss, yanking sharply and crying out when his grip tightens even more.

Frankie keeps a tight grip on you. “Why did you do that? Tell me. What did you see? Did you open those boxes? Fucking tell me.” He roars, leaning closer to you. He’s furious and terrified. So scared he’s gonna lose you now.

“You’re HURTING ME!” You shout, reaching up and shoving the heel of your hand into his nose as hard as you can. You know you don’t break his nose, but he does spit a curse, his hand dropping away from your arm and you scramble to get around him, needing to get away from him as quickly as possible. There was a box with your things in them. Steven’s keys. His wallet, the one you had given him for his birthday two years ago. Frankie had killed him, you just know it. That’s why he hasn’t answered you. You stumble out of the closet and start running for the door.

Frankie rubs his nose, pain still searing but he knows how to fight against it. "Baby, come backkkk." He calls, stalking out of the bedroom and he crowds you at the door, grateful he always has a habit of locking it with a key from the inside. "Where are you going, sweetheart?" He coos, the anger passing and he doesn't want you to go. He can't lose you.

“Oh god.” You whimper, fumbling with the lock in your desperate attempt to get it open. “Get away- you- you killed Steven!” You sob, tears sliding down your cheeks in your panic.

Frankie chuckles, knowing that there's no point in hiding it. You know now and he has to either deal with you or convince you to accept him. "Baby. He had to go. You were getting upset by him and he wanted to take you away from me so he had to go.”

Sobbing at his confession, you lurch away from the door and try to rush past him. Frankie is too quick and strong, grabbing you and dragging you closer to him. “It’s okay, calm down.” He croons. “I love you baby, I did it for you.” You shriek and start to struggle against him, desperate to get away.

He pulls you even closer when you struggle, making him huff. "I did it for you! I love you! I can't lose you. I can't - not again. I can't - it can't happen again." He cries, almost smothering you into his chest.

You push and shove at him, trying desperately to get away. Knowing that you have to or you will end up like those women in those boxes. Shrugging against his hold and stomping on his foot as hard as you can.

"For fuck's sake baby. Why are you doing this? Don't you love me? I did all of this for you. All of it was for you. I just wanted to make you happy and you act like this? Baby please, listen to me. I did this for you. Because I love you."

You cry, knowing that you have been so fucking blind. There were pictures in your box. He had been watching you. Inside your apartment. “Let me go!”

"Baby please. This is meant to be. I want you to be mine. I have done everything for you. I killed for you." He confesses plainly. "I - I learned everything about you. What you like...what you don't like. You are perfect for me." He chokes, wishing this nightmare wasn't happening.

Your entire body goes still, knowing you won’t get away from him if you keep struggling. Frankie is a fucking ex-Delta soldier, he can subdue you easily and he’s not done more than hold you. You remember the gun in his closet. “F-for me?” You manage, trying to calm down. You needed to be smart, believable if you were going to survive it. “H-how?” You gesture back to the bedroom and the closet of horrors. “S-show me, show me how this was for me.”

Frankie relaxes a little, feeling like you are calming down, and he guides you towards the closet. “These boxes…they are all of women who have rented here but you - you are different. You are more important. You are the love of my life baby and I had to kill Steven because he was trying to take you away from me. I couldn’t allow him to do that. I couldn’t allow that so he had to go. Baby, I love you. Can’t you see that I did this for you?”

“You love me.” Frankie had told you that over and over again. It had made you feel special at the time, even if it was a little early. “The- the other women…..” You bite your lip and look at all the boxes. So many of them. “Did you- what happened to them?”

He can’t look at you when he says it. “They didn’t want me and they - they didn’t - they had to go. I didn’t want to but if I couldn’t have them, no one could. They had to go.” He chokes, looking at how many boxes have accumulated and he hopes you won’t have to be added.

You shudder at the implication, but his eyes aren’t on you and the gun that he keeps on the shelf is right there. Lunging for it, your hands are shaking when you point it at him. “Get away from me!” You scream, pressing the gun closer and fumbling with the safety on the side.

Frankie’s eyes widen as you grab his gun and he reaches for you but he’s too late and you hit him in the shoulder. He winces but doesn’t react, reaching for you but you manage to evade him. You get underneath his arm as he reaches for you and the gun but you rush out of the closet and through the apartment. Frankie growls, trying to rush after you.

This time you manage to get the door open, fleeing his apartment and then through the door of the house as you start screaming at the top of your lungs. You want someone to hear you, anyone. Desperate to get away from Frankie as you rush towards your car.

Frankie groans, ignoring the pain in his shoulder as he makes his way outside, watching you as you try to pull your car out of the driveway. He slams his hand on the car, stopping you from driving away and he desperately wants you to stay.

You don’t even hesitate. Knowing it’s wrong but in this instance, it’s life or death. If Frankie gets ahold of you, you will disappear just like those other women. You throw the car in drive and stomp on the gas, running the car into Frankie and making him fly back into a crumpled heap on the ground.

Frankie curls around himself, his body in pain from being run over and he watches you drive off. “Come back.” He chokes, lifting his hand and he loses consciousness as he watches your car speed down the street.

It takes you nearly an hour to convince the police to listen to you. That you weren’t crazy. Especially since you had rushed into the station holding the gun that you had shot Frankie with. For a moment, you had five officers pointing their own weapons at you until you had dropped the gun, nearly hysterical. Now you are in the back of a cruiser, headed back to the house of horrors so you can see Frankie be arrested.

When you arrive at the house, the police tell you to stay back, their weapons drawn as they approach the house and when they call out for Frankie, no one answers. They edge closer, kicking the door open and they frown when they see his apartment is empty.

“Madam.” You look up as an officer knocks on the back window. “We need you to come inside.” You are shaking as you get out, scared to confront him. To see him again. Taking a deep breath, you exhale harshly when you see his apartment doesn’t have everything it had in it before. Hastily emptied of a lot of things, mainly the shoe boxes in the closet. “I- I don’t understand. He was here!”

“The apartment is empty.” The police officer declares, frowning at you as he puts his gun away. “We checked the records and no one called Francisco Morales has lived here or owned this property.” He reveals, looking at you with sympathy.

“No, he- he did!” You look around and shake your head. “Francisco Morales, he- he is ex Army. He- he’s delta. He lived in this apartment.” You tremble, trying to figure out what is going on. He had told you so much about himself but none of it was useful right now.

“I’m sorry honey. He wasn’t here. It’s just you. Do you - do you want us to call someone?” He offers, reaching out to touch your shoulder. “Do you want to - we can assist you inside of your apartment.”

You nod and the police officer escorts you to your apartment. Again, you find things hastily moved. Vent covers removed and fixtures pulled out. “Oh god.” You whimper, remembering the cameras. He had been watching you for god only knows how long. “I- I just need to get some things.” You start to cry. “I can’t stay here. He- he has a key.”

The police officers offer to stay with you while you collect your things. It’s obvious you are upset so they wait until you have gathered everything. “I’m sorry ma’am. If we hear of anything, we will notify you.” The police officer tells you and you choke, nodding in response as you get into your car. Your relationship with Frankie was a lie. Everything was a lie and you are just lucky to not be another box in his closet. You are the lucky one. As you drive onto the street, you realize that the rental was too good to be true. Frankie was too good to be true.

****

“- so what do you say?” You cringe inside, but try to hold it together while the man smiles at you. He was friendly, a nice co-worker, but you were not going for it. “We can have a few drinks after work, have a good time.” You shake your head and give him an apologetic smile. “Sorry.” You murmur. “I just- I got out of a bad relationship recently.” You don’t even remember this guy’s name right now but you push the door to the office open where he had stopped you. “Thanks though.” You call over your shoulder as you walk out.

You had moved cities, changed your cell phone number. Rented a house under another name, needing the safety of anonymity and even then you didn’t trust it. Obsessively going through your house every day and checking for cameras or microphones. Scared that Frankie would find you. Your keys in your hand, you hurry to the car and quickly get inside and lock the doors before you start the engine.

Frankie watches you as you start the engine to your car. He’s been watching you for months, even moving to another city for you. You’re the one who got away and he can’t allow that. He starts his engine, deciding that tonight, he’s gonna make things right. You are his and only he can have you.

He follows you to your house, parking a few blocks away before he gets out. He walks up the driveway and rings your doorbell. “Coming!” You call out, hands shaking as you open the door, not really thinking about checking the peephole. It’s probably your neighbor asking for some more toilet paper. When you open the door, your blood goes cold and Frankie offers you a wide grin.

“Hello, sweetheart. Miss me?”

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magicalbats · 6 months ago

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Wuwa got me down bad rn. Played through all the story, it's...okay? Acts 5 & 6 were definitely better but felt rushed as hell. My man Jiyan is the MVP though, his companion quest was REALLY good and I lucked out and got him R3 + sig in 140 pulls. I love the way the world looks and combat feels good. Aalto is also 10/10, I love Calchero's design but haven't played much with him yet, and I'm still miffed that I haven't managed to pull Taoqi yet. The bug fixes have been rolling in steadily so I'm hopeful that the experience will be a lot smoother in the near future. As long as they can continue an upwards trend in the writing I think I'll be hooked.

All that in only 140 pulls? ✋😭 I’m green with envy tbh lmao I’ve had some so-so luck in the past when it comes to gacha’s but never quite like this, it’s actually insane. I just keep pulling the same two characters — Yangyang and Danjin who are both now R4 at this point ndkdkckdd NO Aalto. NO Mortefi. NO Baizhi. NO Yuanwu and I don’t even really want him but at this point I’d be happy just to see a different face pop up �� I only got Taoqi once early on and never again so even pulling her would be fine in my book, haha. Shes kinda’ thicc tho isn’t she 👀

And I’m largely in agreement with you about the story. I’ve heard whispers over on Twitter that some pretty big changes were made between the last closed beta and launch because people complained about the characters not being very nice to us at first? And that’s why the early bits feel kind of off … but tbh I’m of the opinion that it probably still would’ve felt a bit rushed regardless. Whereas Genshin kind of eased us into the complex lore and expansive world building at a reasonable enough pace, I feel like WuWa threw an awful lot at us all at once. : /

That being said, the noticeable improvement in acts 5 & 6 left me very hopeful for the future of the storyline. I see a lot of potential here and I SO hope they manage to find their groove and keep the momentum going.

I’m also very, very much looking forward to seeing Scar again … if you know what I mean.

And I played Jiyan’s SQ last night, it was definitely solid. He’s a good man. 😭 Not to mention crazy gorgeous, haha. I also love that we got a memento picture with him out of it. Idk if anyone agrees with me on this or not but right now the vibe kind of feels like they’re not shying away from the characters openly showing interest in us and that definitely makes me hopeful for where they might take this as well. I don’t remember the name of their organization but both Scar and that Camelyn(?) girl clearly had the hots for us so. 🤣 Hopefully no one complains about that because I’ll be mad as hell if they switch up on us after already taking away Scar’s onigiri pussy lol

Anyway yeah I’m tentatively locked in for the moment. I’ll at least stick around to see how the next patch looks. Here’s my UID if anyone wants to add me btw 501269494 ❤️

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chateautae · 4 years ago

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maybe i do | kth. II

➵ 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 : 10k

➵ warnings : none really, swearing, mainly fluffy and funny interactions, some angst! :o

➵ a/n: and i’m back with chapter two! i really wanted to say thank you for the love and support i received on the first part of maybe i do, it was astounding!! i’m so grateful so many people loved the story and asked to be tagged (all at the bottom <3), it made me feel so motivated to write. if you would also like to be tagged please message me. your feedback is always appreciated!

chapter two : “on my pillow, can’t get me tired”

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Taehyung didn’t remember sleeping anywhere near you last night.

He remembered that even though you willingly agreed to share the same bed, he still opted for caution and slept with the most space between you two as possible.

Though when his eyes fluttered open the next morning, eyeballs burning from the light that bled into the suite, the first thing he realized was that he was not on his side of the bed from last night.

No, he had somehow gravitated towards the center, and as if almost on cue, your slight movement and the sound of your breathing alerted him of your nearby presence.

Peering down at you, Taehyung caught sight of your sleepy head turned towards him and lying on his arm, his other thrown over your torso with you unsuspectingly nuzzled into his side.

Taehyung’s eyes shot open, acknowledging he had succumbed to his habit of hugging something to sleep during the course of the night and he internally panicked. He began retracting his arms slowly, just about drawing himself from you until alarms rang in his head at the sight of you stirring in your sleep.

Taehyung took the golden opportunity to sit up in a flash, having to physically shake his head to rid the image of your tranquil, sleeping face from his brain, crushing the thought that it was kind of cute.

He found himself chanting the same denial from last night, he couldn’t be thinking of such complicated things concerning you when he knew the second he’d step foot inside his home, there’d be a mountain of paperwork ready for him; even more on his work desk.

He had to be thinking about his job, not you.

Even if Taehyung was married now, it wouldn’t lessen the amount of work that plagued his life nor make it any less demanding. If anything, his life would be harder now considering the fact that he had another priority to add to his list, another aspect of his life he had to split his attention between.

He didn’t necessarily hate the idea, just found himself needing to work harder than he already was.

Taehyung sighed heavily at the thought and swung his legs off the bed, rubbing his tired eyes. He took a moment to look back at you, thinking if he observed you a second time he’d be able to piece together how the hell you two ended up in that position, that close.

By evidence of the forgotten blanket half-thrown off you, he could see you were the tossing-and-turning type, maybe the only explanation for your proximity considering he was the same.

He also noticed you slept all curled up, like you were cold and the only warmth you knew was snuggling yourself.

Cute.

There it was again, cute.

Why does that word even exist?

Taehyung discarded the notion altogether and stood to his feet, stretching out his stiff muscles. He made for the bathroom eagerly to begin his day, though not without fixing at least some of the blanket back onto you.

“You don’t have a driver?”

“Not for everywhere I go. I have two hands, I can drive myself.” Taehyung made it a statement to jazz hands at you, showcasing the perfectly capable limbs he was gifted with.

“That’s.. nice, actually. I always see asshole CEO’s getting other people to drive them around.” You relayed as you trailed behind Taehyung, letting him lead you towards the front of the hotel where dozens of expensive cars lined the curb side.

You had no clue which luxury vehicle belonged to Taehyung because quite frankly, he could probably afford every car your eyes caught sight of. It wasn’t until he approached a certain one and retrieved his keys from the valet that your jaw completely dropped, floored.

“This is your car?” You gawked, the sleek design, crispness of its shape and nearly sparkling gloss completely sweeping you off your feet.

“Yeah, think someone like me can’t get a car like this?” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow, gesturing towards himself.

“It’s just-wow. Mercedes CLS?” You inquired without really looking at him, inspecting the car instead as you admired its every curve. Safe to say, you were beyond in love with it. Even if you were always more of a minimalist and preferred the average product, there was just something gorgeous about luxury cars that appealed to you.

“Yeah, actually it is.” Taehyung looked at you impressed, momentarily reminded of just how different you were compared to any other woman he’s chanced upon.

How many of them knew car models?

Taehyung was intrigued by the fact before speaking with one of the hotel workers, confirming if they had loaded his car with both your luggage and some wedding sentiments your parents insisted you keep.

Once receiving affirmation Taehyung made towards your side of the car and pulled the door open. He flashed you a tight-lipped smile as he gestured for you to hop in, drawing you out of your stupor. You thanked him warmly before sliding into your seat.

He let you scramble in comfortably before shutting the door and walking to his side, positioning himself in and clicking on his seatbelt. He watched as your expression lit up once occupying the car, face beaming with excitement as you touched and drank in at the high-end features the vehicle had to offer. Taehyung found himself smiling before he licked his lips and straightened his face, igniting the engine and beginning the smooth drive.

It was easy to settle the debate on where you both would be living. Taehyung was an enormously rich CEO who lived in an expensive, massive home while you lived in a measly apartment. You knew it was useless to live separately, even more useless to have him live with you. And so you agreed without protest to pack your things and relocate, begin your move into the house you’d share with him for a lifetime.

The car ride remained quite silent, you mindlessly bopping your head to whatever mainstream song played on the radio, while Taehyung tapped his fingers against the steering wheel or his lap.

You found your eyes wandering to his slender fingers wrapped around the wheel every so often, sometimes venturing to the other one he placed against his thigh. You began reprimanding yourself once you realized with all the staring, observing and ogling, you most certainly had a thing for his hands already.

Fuck.

They were just so big, bigger than what you’ve seen of the average man and it didn’t help that they looked crafted to perfection.

There was just something about the veins that decorated them, his palm large in size as his fingers seemed deft turning and working the steering wheel. His little accessories like a ring or two, bracelets and his watch did absolutely nothing to deter your interest either.

It only increased once you realized he looked good driving, really good. You knew men had this common attractiveness to them when they drove, watching them all focused and effortlessly working the car somehow sexy; but watching Taehyung drive was another experience entirely.

He looked insanely hot, and you felt like throwing yourself out your window for even thinking such a thing. It was another case of you ogling him without realizing until his deep voice suddenly fished you out of your thoughts, questioning. “Did you like the wedding?”

“Huh?”

“The wedding, did you like it?” Taehyung repeated, glancing at you.

“Does it really matter if I did?” You asked, this one phrase seeming to perfectly sum up the misfortune of your life, provoking an ironic laugh even.

“I think it does. A bride should always enjoy her wedding.”

“Well, I didn’t.” You deadpanned, your expression turning frustrated having to remember that one of, if not the most special night of your life had just been robbed of you, thrown to the wolves while you were only left to accept the sad fact.

“C’mon, you didn’t enjoy a single thing?” Taehyung didn’t mean to flash back to the kiss you two shared, though found himself doing exactly so.

You didn’t enjoy that? he questioned in his head.

“Not really, I just imagined having more choice in the wedding.” You answered honestly, trying not to sulk so much. “It’s not you, I just... thought I’d be able to decide things at my own wedding. I’m grateful your parents did so much, but I didn’t really get to choose anything.” You grew more solemn as your gaze fixated on nothing, watching the world pass you by through the car window.

“My favourite flowers weren’t even there.” You said only despondently to yourself, shoulders drooping, though Taehyung didn’t miss it.

“You don’t like roses?”

Your eyes flashed towards him with furrowed eyebrows, surprised he heard your comment. You straightened up before shrugging back a response. “I like peonies.”

Taehyung looked at your side profile as you turned away, finding the conversation turning more sorrowful than he liked. He allowed some silence to linger as you leaned your chin against your palm, boringly watching the bustling streets.

He decided to change the subject.

“So you don’t think I’m an asshole, huh?”

“What?”

“You said you always see ‘asshole CEO’s’ getting people to drive them around. But I don’t, so I’m not an asshole to you?” Taehyung halved his attention between you and the road, glancing in your direction with one hand working the steering wheel.

You thought the question over, “No, you’re not an asshole.” You said simply, distracted by the thoughts that previously occupied your mind.

“I see.” Taehyung pursed his lips. Another beat of silence passed through the downcast air before Taehyung perked up again.

“Is it just the driving? Or do you have other criteria?” Taehyung asked inquisitively, leaning back into his seat as he observed you.

You could detect from the corner of your eyes the way his stance drew attention to his legs, thighs broad as he sat. “I guess there is.”

“Like what?”

You didn’t really know why Taehyung was so curious. You thought it was common knowledge what the stereotypical asshole CEO was like; they were nearly all jerks with horrible one-percenter mentalities and treated people like gravel.

You scoffed a bit. “They’re usually so full of themselves. They act like they own the place all the time, which makes sense at their own companies but not everywhere else. It’s like the position gets to their heads. Even the way they talk is condescending, belittling, or straight up rude to anyone not on their level. It wouldn’t kill to be nice.” You revealed almost too eagerly, avoiding eye contact with Taehyung as you viewed the traffic on the road ahead, remembering he was a CEO himself.

Long story short, you’ve had your fair share of experiences meeting them as you grew up during the beginnings of your father’s company. They were quick to skew your opinion ever since you watched the way they treated your father all due to having a start-up, for simply being small in name or reputation. They acted like he was less than, some even daring to behave as though his company would simply never make it.

It always boiled your blood, left an extremely distasteful image of CEOs and the business world in your head.

And you were certain it all sucked after that.

“Understandable.” Taehyung nodded agreeably. “But you think I don’t fit any of that?” He rested a hand against his thigh, sitting laxed as he spread his legs apart further. This time it was definitely hard to miss the way they appeared, all laid out and long as your eyes drank him in, following up his thighs all the way to his-

“You don’t. I thought maybe since you’re super successful you’d be full of yourself. But you’re not, really.” You snapped yourself out of whatever the hell you were doing, trying to refocus on the conversation.

“Ah, seems like a stepping stone.”

“Stepping stone? Towards what?”

“Towards you not hating me.” His voice came out with a more solemn timbre than you expected, his jaw tightening for a mere second.

Taehyung only thought such a thing because even if he decided you didn’t harbour negative feelings towards him, there was no way of him determining whether that was true or not without your real input.

“I don’t hate you, Taehyung. I don’t.. think I can.” You claimed with poignancy, his statement causing you to reflect on your own feelings about him.

You don’t hate Taehyung, you couldn’t because he did absolutely nothing wrong in this situation. He was dragged in just like you were. You only despised the unfairness of the arrangement, not him.

There wasn’t much to hate about him.

“So you’re saying you like me then, aren’t you?” Taehyung suddenly teased light-heartedly, all smug as his amused eyes flickered to you.

“Shut up, I never said that.” You turned away, scandalized by his remark.

“I’m kidding. But, why do you think you can’t hate me? I pretty much.. ruined your life.” Taehyung internally felt his chest tighten at the words, remembering the exact thoughts from where he stood no less than 24 hours ago, seconds from lawfully marrying you.

“And I didn’t ruin yours?” This time you turned your gaze towards Taehyung, meaningfully. Your eyes instinctively communicated your emotions as they locked with his for a moment, Taehyung all attentive.

“I took away from you just as much you took away from me. We both ruined each other’s lives, there’s no use in blaming each other. That’s why I can’t hate you.” You finalized, crossing your arms and opting to watch the passing buildings through your window again.

Taehyung absorbed your sudden confession with reason, realizing that in a sense, you two were partners in this unfortunate case. Even if your matrimony constituted a forced partnership neither of you liked, there seemed to be a natural comradery in having to deal with the aftermath of that forced partnership.

Trying to accept it.

“I don’t think I can hate you, either.” Taehyung admitted, ending the more miserable part of the conversation as you fell silent. You thought he was done until he decided to bother you again.

“I think you’re still saying you like me, though.”

You turned to him half-appalled before pointing towards the road, eyes narrowed. “Just drive us home, will you?”

Taehyung laughed at the moment and pressed down on the accelerator, internally grinning at the fact you never said no to his statement.

“This is your house?” You found yourself gawking again at something that belonged to Taehyung, stepping inside a luxury home you’ve only ever dreamed of living in. Sure, you lived with your parents until you were 18, though your father was still starting out with his company for most of those years, not exactly owning anything too luxurious until after you permanently moved out.

So as you stood trying to prop your heels off yourself, your jaw dropped at the sheer elegance and high-status look to the interior of Taehyung’s home. You had already done enough gawking at the exterior, but being inside and processing the fact that you were now to inhabit this home for the rest of your life sent another wave of shock.

You immediately observed Taehyung was the type who decorated his home with only the finest, his taste easily identifiable. Aesthetic, lavish, charming. He seemed like a man of utter simplicity though his home said otherwise, showcasing an artistic, exquisite feel you never really expected from him.

“When will you stop saying that?” He titled his head and smiled through a laugh, removing his shoes and slipping into his indoor slippers.

“Right, sorry.” You were still struggling for normalcy, somehow forgetting almost every hour Taehyung’s wealth and only registering it once you saw something that indicated it.

Taehyung sauntered inside and took a deep breath, enjoying the feel of his abode. He enjoyed nothing more than being home, in the comfort of his own space. Especially for someone who worked so busily, he found pleasure in doing the bare minimum at home. Relishing in the feeling right now, he pressed his lips together in a smile before glancing back at your struggling figure, catching sight of your size.

His eyebrows shot up to the sky. “Woah, you’re short.”

“Huh?”

“I think I’ve only ever seen you in heels.” Taehyung informed. “Now that you’re not wearing them you’re a lot shorter than I thought. You’re tiny.” He pointed out as he eyed you from head to toe, processing the amount of height you lost simply from removing your shoes.

“I mean, that’s kind of what heels do, you know, they add height.” You deadpanned, stating the obvious for him.

“Sorry, it’s just..” Kind of cute, he thought, though fought for another response. “I could probably throw you.”

Nice save.

“Excuse me? It’s not my fault you’re so tall.” You scowled at him. “Besides, you’re all height and no muscle, you probably can’t even carry me.”

“Wanna see me try?” Taehyung was already coming towards you with his arms held out and you sputtered immediately, “No, no, no.” you held your hands up defensively. “Let’s just start the house tour, yeah?” you offered a smile for compromise.

“That’s what I thought.” Taehyung narrowed his eyes coyly and turned on his heel, signaling you to follow him.

What you realized strolling through the home as Taehyung discussed its details was that it emphatically represented him like an open book. Even if Taehyung was predominantly unreadable and seemed to always hide a mystery behind his eyes, you could see nearly all of him reflected in his home.

You often found valuable trinkets or sentiments scattered around the house. It seemed like he cherished a lot of things in his life, namely memories or people. It would also be hard to miss the exquisite selection of paintings and embellishments he draped the walls with, all harbouring their own charm and adding to the overall artistic feel of his home.

There were famous works consisting of Vincent Van Gogh all the way to local Korean artists you’ve never heard of, though admired their work.

It seemed as though he selected the paintings himself.

Another large aspect you couldn’t miss were the many photos he kept, calling to question whether they were of his own work.

“Did you take these?” You approached a shelf in one of his grand hallways on the second floor, hand brushing the wooden frame of a captured photo; six men including Taehyung himself posing comfortably, like they were extremely close, backdrop reflecting what seemed to be a trip.

“I took all of them.” He stated casually, hands tucked into his pockets as he eyed the shelf along with you.

“All?”

He simply nodded and didn’t elaborate further as he watched you admire the photos, yourself impressed by his adeptness for photography.

“You’re really good.” You complimented absentmindedly, enjoying the other photos of not only people but scenery, empty streets, candid shots from what looked to be his own little adventures.

“Thanks.” Was all Taehyung could manage, trying to mask the sheer gratitude he felt hearing the first ever person to admire his work; something that wasn’t related to being a CEO or a businessman.

He also felt slightly embarrassed you’d seen a small part of him he usually hid.

Taehyung continued walking down the hallway until he reached the end, revealing what you could tell was the largest room in the house. You were thrown off by just how unnecessarily large it was. It seriously reminded you of an extravagant hotel suite, more like the grandest one among them.

“This is our room.” Taehyung introduced, gesturing towards its interior.

“Our?”

Taehyung nodded “I should’ve told you earlier but I wanted us to sleep in the same room. If we slept apart our marriage wouldn’t look convincing to my two housekeepers. I trust them but I don’t want any information about us getting out to the public, not over my dead body.” Taehyung stated in earnest as he relayed the information, wandering further into the room.

“You really care that much about publicity?” you genuinely questioned.

Taehyung scoffed. “Not me, I couldn’t care less about what people think.” He denied instantly, almost laughably. “It’s my father. He hates bad press, especially concerning our family or the company.”

“I thought bad press is still press, so it’s good.” You suggested as you followed him further into the room, admiring that though large, his room held a sense of comfort to it. Quite frankly, all of his home felt rather welcoming and cozy, surprising of a CEO who ran such a monstrously successful company.

“My father doesn’t think so. Kim Enterprises has always been generational, each of our CEO positions strictly kept within the family. Our name is our brand and pride, it alone accounts for at least half of our success. We’re extremely well-known for our high status, it’s just plain fact in the upper social circles of Korea. We can’t afford to taint our name with petty things like bad press or corruption, our reputation is too valuable.” Taehyung stated this all nonchalantly as he adjusted his suit jacket in his mirror, like it was something he’s grown accustomed to and has known all his life.

You found your opinion impeding his words.

“So you can never just, escape this life? As long as you’re a Kim you’re bound to this company?” You found the concept wildly restrictive, clearly shackling down any person that would run the business and you felt a disagreeing shiver shoot through your spine.

“Of course, why would you want anything else?” Taehyung tiled his head to the side, eyeing you in genuine questioning and your entire being was trying to bite back the desire to correct him, tell him there’s so much more to life than just some company your family owns. Though you opted for changing the subject instead, unwilling to step on his toes and dictate his life when you knew next to nothing about it.

It wasn’t your place.

“Woah, you have a balcony?!” You exclaimed with a simper, eyes flickering towards the curtains that revealed two ajar French doors leading to an open space.

You made towards it excitedly and stopped just in the middle of the platform, enjoying the breeze of the fresh air.

“It’s my favourite part of the house.” You didn’t even realize Taehyung followed you until his towering figure stood directly behind you, feeling his proximity permeate through your body.

You swallowed.

“Why don’t you look at the view?” Taehyung cocked his head towards the railing of the balcony, though you didn’t move a step.

You weren’t about to tell Taehyung you’re terribly afraid of heights.

“I-I can see from here. Wow, looks beautiful.” You perked up superficially, trying to throw him off and changing the subject again. “By the way, what’s our closet situation gonna look like?”

“Ah, let me show you.” Taehyung strided back into the room towards the sliding double doors you spotted earlier. He almost theatrically glided both dark wooden panels open and your jaw dropped for the 47th time today.

You were welcomed by a ridiculously large walk-in closet, enough to be renovated into its own bedroom. You simply couldn’t normalize its size, especially after registering every suit, tie, watch or accessory Taehyung stored in the gracious space.

You couldn’t even begin to imagine how much money lied in here.

“Oh my God.” Was all you could manage, meandering in sparingly as you viewed each and every expensive piece he owned in the room, no doubt of the highest quality designers, finest of men’s fashion.

“You don’t have to worry about unpacking and moving in here, the housekeepers will do that for you.” Taehyung watched as you looked upon in awe, finding the way your eyes sparkled with emotion very similar to that of Bambi’s.

“How will I fit-”

“I specifically made space for you, there’s enough.” Taehyung stated, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. He’d resolved a while ago he really would try to take this marriage seriously, victoriously achieve the work-life balance his father kept preaching.

He saw giving up his closet space as the first step.

It was indeed so because Taehyung thoroughly enjoyed fashion. He genuinely adored every suit, accessory and outfit in his collection, though if he wanted to reach this new goal of balance, successfully add you to his list of priorities, then he had to be willing to cut down.

Even if that meant reallocating a third of his exorbitant wardrobe just for you, he’d try not to mind.

“Are you sure? I could just use another room’s-”

“I want to.” Taehyung finalized as his eyes turned unreadable from across the room, locking his gaze with yours and you were only left to look back impressed, his generosity unforeseen.

“Thank you.” You voiced a little weak, still shy by the suffocating nature of his stare.

“Don’t mention it.” He offered plainly, propping himself off the wall. He looked off to the side eyeing the empty pockets of space he left for you, until your voice called out to him.

“Taehyung.”

“Hm?” He snapped his vision back to you.

You wanted to ask him something, more so a favour and you were unsure how to word the request. “Um.. I didn’t want to ask so openly, but..” You found yourself beating around the bush, timid of what his response would be.

“Go on.”

“Um, so it seemed like there were a lot of empty rooms in this house, and I was just wondering if I could maybe.. transform one of them into an art studio for myself?” You winced at your own request.

“I’m sorry, it’s just I had one at my old place and it really grew on me. I would get most of my work done in that room and gained a lot of inspiration from it. I have a lot of art supplies and designed often in that studio, so I need a home for all my supplies and it would suck getting rid of it all. I’m sorry it means I would have to steal one of your rooms in the house, if you don’t want me to then-”

Taehyung couldn’t help but break out into a small grin as he watched you ramble on, shyly fidget with your fingers, so apprehensive of asking him for something and it reminded him why he was so eager to provide you with anything you wanted.

You spent too long trying to do everything on your own, achieve everything on your own, relying solely on yourself. Taehyung could see this all as plain as day, quite enjoying of how he’s never really met someone like you, and wanted you to know you didn’t always have to be so independent.

Especially with him.

“Y/N.” He called out to you with the same honey-coloured tone from last night, stopping you. Your eyes flickered to his, awaiting his next sentence and Taehyung already found himself having a thing for your doe-eyes.

Fuck.

“Of course you can have a room. You can have anything in this house. It’s yours.” Taehyung stated with a degree of assurance, his eyes locking with yours in earnest.

You both shared a look as your lips curved into a gracious smile, biting your lip to contain it. His stare wasn’t so much intimidating as it was merely.. calm. Gazing at you for the sole purpose of gazing, and you found some heat rushing to your face under his scrutiny.

Taehyung seemed to realize he was staring and immediately cleared his throat, turning a little nervous as he began another conversation. “So um, I’m sorry to say this,” he began with unease, almost apprehensive and you didn’t know what he was so sorry about. “But I have work today.”

You blinked. “What?”

Taehyung internally winced at your reaction, hands finding his pockets. “I took some time off for the wedding, so now I have twice the amount of work left behind. I need to complete it.” He informed straightforwardly.

“Our wedding was just yesterday, though, aren’t you tired?” You were only taken aback because you were slightly concerned for his wellbeing, wasn’t he tired from yesterday? You recalled him knocking out almost immediately upon hitting the pillow of your hotel bed last night, snoozing away.

“Maybe, but I can’t afford to rest. I’ll only have more to complete if I do, so I won’t be spending anymore time with you today.” Taehyung relayed the information, readying himself for the even greater disappointing news he’d be passing on.

“Actually, we won’t be able to go on our honeymoon, either.” Taehyung thought it was best to slip in all the bad news, growing more and more unrelaxed as he was unsure of how you’d react.

Though what you said next had him nearly floored.

“Honeymoon? Taehyung, that’s the least of my concerns, you should at least rest a day before getting back to work. That’s not really healthy.” You chastised him as lightly as possible, still afraid to be stepping on his toes when you didn’t know his life.

Taehyung was certain you’d hate having been stripped of a beautiful vacation where you could’ve relaxed in the sun and tropics of Cancun. Your father had mentioned to him you’ve always longed to visit the breath-taking city in Mexico, its clear waters and tropical air as a means to truly get away from your stifling life.

So when he found you disregarding the trip altogether and instead focusing on him, more precisely his health, he was left damn well speechless.

There you were again paying attention to the littlest things about him he didn’t care much for; he still had that bandage you offered him a month ago tucked into one of his pockets, not wanting to use the adhesive just yet.

“I’ll be fine. I’m just sorry we can’t go on the vacation because of me, it would’ve been nice, you know?” Taehyung apologized, feeling genuinely guilty for having ruined the honeymoon. Even if you two weren’t going to travel as some lovey-dovey couple, you both simply could’ve enjoyed the time off.

“It’s okay, just, at least work from home today. Heading to the office would be too much.” You suggested for the sake of the fatigue you could discern on him.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m gonna be home for the next few days since everyone thinks we’ll be on our honeymoon.”

“Oh. That’s.. good.” You nodded faintly, half at the idea you two were even faking your honeymoon and half at the blasphemous energy he had to work after yesterday.

The sleep from last night was nearly not enough to recharge from the antics of the wedding, having drained your batteries for the next few days. You were certain his were drained too; he was half the damn couple.

“I should get going. I’ll send Mrs. Choi and Seo up with your things. They’re probably finished with lunch too, you should eat.” Taehyung advised as he stepped out of the walk-in closet, running a hand through his gorgeous hair and you couldn’t help but ogle at the sexy way his strands fell back on him.

“Okay.” You voiced as you followed him out, watching him near the room’s door and just about to vacate the premise before you spoke up. “Taehyung.”

He stopped in his tracks, peering back at you. “Yes?”

“You should eat something, too.”

Taehyung half-smiled at you with a nod “Sure”, before stepping out of the room, leaving you alone.

And you couldn’t help but kind of like the way he smiles.

It was well into the evening now, bordering dinner time as you helped the last of your clothes into Taehyung’s closet, refusing to let the older housekeepers do all the work by themselves considering it was your own luggage.

You also tried to occupy Taehyung’s room as scarcely as you could with your belongings, feeling odd about suddenly moving in with all your might and changing things around. It just didn’t feel appropriate, like you were invading his space and so you opted for scattering only your necessary items.

“That should be the last of it, Mrs. Choi.” You retrieved your last piece of clothing from the rather soft-spoken housekeeper, tucking the blazer away among the rest. You were satisfied to see not only your wardrobe neatly organized now, but fit just about right with Taehyung’s things.

He was right about space, there was enough.

“Mrs. Kim, please rest. You didn't have to move a muscle at all for us.” Mrs. Choi remarked, genuinely concerned for you.

“Yes, please, Mrs. Kim. We can finish up with the little things. I’ve just finished preparing dinner downstairs, you should eat.” Mrs. Seo chimed in as she entered the walk-in closet, gesturing towards the door.

“Are you sure? I can-”

“Mrs. Kim, you’re very kind for offering your help, we’re very grateful you’ve done so. Though we are Mr. Kim’s housekeepers, we are meant to care for his home and his lovely wife. You need not worry about helping us.” Mrs. Choi stated with an earnest tone, speaking respectfully as she addressed you.

You were going to protest again before you considered her words, registering that if you indeed helped them, it would technically negate the entire purpose of their work.

You bit back your reply as a result, crafting a new one.

“I see, I’m sorry, Mrs. Seo, Mrs. Choi. I’m just.. very used to doing things on my own,” you looked towards the ground. “I apologize.” You almost dipped for a bow until Mrs. Choi rapidly cautioned you, scrambling towards your figure.

“Oh dear, Mrs. Kim! You do not need to bow to us, you’re Mr. Kim’s wife, you are the one who is bowed to.”

“Yes, you do not need to apologize either, we appreciate your help, it was very sweet of you.” Mrs. Seo added with a warm smile, bowing to you instead. “Please go for dinner downstairs, I’ve also informed Mr. Kim for dinner, though I’m unsure if he has made his way down yet.” She added on, urging you towards the room's exit and you recognized it was probably better to listen to her.

Even if all this high-class, status stuff had yet to sink in or make sense to you after being away for so long, you understood there was an eventual tolerance you had to build for it. Just as Mrs. Choi said, you’re Kim Taehyung’s wife now, and that came with a hell lot of status you hadn’t even scratched the surface of yet.

You could already tell it was going to be a pain in the ass.

“I suppose I should. I’ll get going, then.” You smiled graciously at both women, appreciative of their kindness and began vacating the closet. You just about pulled the room door open before Mrs. Seo suddenly came to you.

“Oh! Mrs. Kim,” she halted you. “I was informed by Mr. Kim to provide this to you. He would have done so himself though he’s quite busy at the moment.” Mrs. Seo extended her hand and presented a pristine looking card, black and incredibly sleek in design. Your eyebrows furrowed until you noticed the telltale symbols, almost ominously minimal branding indicating a rare card only those with some of the highest networths in Korea could own.

Your eyes widened in horror.

The Black Card.

“P-pardon?” You needed her to reiterate, there was no way Kim Taehyung was giving you a black card, the same card that was limitless on credit and only exclusively owned by the affluent one-percenters of society.

“He’s informed me this belongs to you now, and that you’re to keep it in your possession.” Mrs. Seo elaborated, smiling through the mental whiplash you were currently experiencing.

“Belongs to.. me? This is mine?” You were still having trouble processing, why would Taehyung be gifting you this? Who’s account was it even attached to? Was it yours and he’s decided to graciously pay all the expensive fees, or worse, was it joined with his own account?

Don’t tell me it’s joined with his account.

“Yes, Mrs. Kim. It’s yours.” Mrs. Seo held it out more outwardly, nudging it in your direction.

Your mouth fell agape for another second before you mentally collected yourself, quickly grabbing the card and thanking her as you made your exit, marching through the house for Taehyung’s unbelievable ass.

Taehyung could not be providing you with this card. It was irrational, simply had to have been a decision he made with at least two bottles of soju in him, right? You didn’t care what his reasoning would be, you were denying and returning this. There was no way in hell you’d accept this card, especially if he linked his own personal account to it.

You tried loosely recalling where Taehyung mentioned his study, logically assuming he was working there. You inspected majority of the second floor, working your way through the halls until you finally caught sight of the familiar wooden doors with glass panels, slightly ajar, light bleeding through.

You made for the room quickly and stormed in without a care, attempting to steady your breathing from all the rushing around. You caught Taehyung completely off guard, having shredded his suit jacket to instead sport the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt, adorning black-rimmed, designer glasses.

He looked 100x hotter than he should’ve.

Taehyung suddenly propped up from the leaned-back position he’d assumed on his chair, expression caught by surprise. “Y/N?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowing.

You held up the card and addressed him immediately. “Taehyung, what’s this? Why are you giving this to me?” You huffed, looking at him incredulously.

“The card? For you to use..?” Taehyung responded cooperatively, confused as to why you seemed so frazzled.

“But why, Taehyung? This is a black card, the annual fees on this are insane and I can’t pay-”

“You’re not paying for them, I am.” Taehyung cut in, shutting the binder he was holding and placing it on his desk.

“What? No, no way. If it’s my account then I should be the one-”

“It’s not your account, either, it’s mine.” Taehyung brought his elbows to his desk, hands clasped together in front of his lips. It was now he gave you that same intimidating stare he did back when you first met him, calculative and devoid of expression.

It seemed he did this when he got serious.

“Your account? But-Taehyung, this is your money, I can’t just have it. Please, take this back.” You stepped towards his desk to return the card eagerly, but Taehyung’s firm tone stopped you.

“No, it’s yours. I gave it to you to keep.” His words held this underlying sense of authority, scratch that, dominance when he spoke seriously, resolute. You could instantly tell he possessed a natural sense of alpha male characteristics, enough that even though he wasn’t being harsh or looming, his words and the tone he coated them with held more power than you could manifest.

You almost cowered, but remained adamant on returning the card. It was worse with the card attached to his account, you couldn’t just keep Taehyung’s money like it was your own, it simply wasn’t. Your money sat ordinarily in a separate account on a separate card, which you were happy enough to use. You weren’t going to mooch off of him, it went against every principle that made up your very being.

“This is your money, Taehyung. I have no right to use it.”

“You’re my wife. You have every right in the world to use it.” Taehyung countered with no emotion, or at least any you could discern, uncertain what was running through his mind with only his eyes as a guide towards the answer.

And you knew his eyes didn’t tell.

“Taehyung, this doesn’t feel right to me. This isn’t my money and I can’t use it.” You emphasized more strongly, drawing closer to his desk though halting your actions once he spoke again.

“My money is your money, you can always use it.” You knew he was relaxed, appearing practically unbothered as he leaned onto his desk and eyed you. Though with the intense look in his eyes, his aura screaming for anyone within the vicinity to submit to him, he could easily seem frustrated with the situation, namely you.

And it made you want to crawl into a hole.

“No, it isn’t. I’ve already intruded your home, taken your closet, your room and even an extra one just for myself. I will not take your money either. Please, take this back.” You held out the card more prominently, desperate to have him understand you.

Taehyung wasn’t necessarily frustrated by you, no, he was slightly pissed you kept referring to everything as just his and not yours, that he was the only one considering you two as a married couple now while you still viewed each other separately.

Did you not see him as your husband yet?

He also disliked the fact that you seemed scared of him, or unable to trust him like last night. He could see you fighting back the urge to cower away, genuinely upsetting him you still held a degree of fear and unsureness in your eyes.

Why are you so afraid of me?

“Y/N, everything isn’t just mine anymore, it’s yours, too. We’re a married couple, husband and wife. What’s mine is yours.” Taehyung tried to reason, loosening himself up more to seem less intimidating, more approachable.

“But money, Taehyung-it’s different. I didn’t even want to take my own father’s money, there’s no way I’ll take yours, please.” Pleading leaked into your tone as you lips started doing that thing where they just about pout, emphasizing their plushiness and Taehyung couldn’t help but notice it again.

He started growing frustrated as he removed his glasses, placing them on his desk and pinching the bridge of his nose. It seemed like he was digesting the situation, searching for the best approach.

“Y/N, look. I know the kind of situation you had with your father, but I’m not him. Didn’t you hear what Mrs. Choi and Seo addressed you as?”

You thought it over, unknowing of where he was taking this. “They.. called me Mrs. Kim.”

“Exactly. Even my last name is yours, everything I have is yours. I’m your husband, I’m always going to provide you with things from now on. That card is just one of many.” Taehyung offered his best explanation, making sure his tone wasn’t as serious to sidetrack any fear you still had.

“I understand. But this is a black card, Taehyung, and it’s your hard-earned money, not mine. It feels wrong even just having it.” You couldn’t fight your inner turmoil, you genuinely believed this to be wrong. After spending almost a decade trying to work for yourself, pay for yourself, seldom seeking the help of another, this just left a disagreeing feeling to churn in your stomach.

Taehyung sighed heavily before pushing his chair back, rising from his seat. He made his way over to you where you grew unintentionally defensive, retracting from him slightly as he neared you. He noticed it and pursed his lips, reaching out for your upper arms and taking them warmly, tenderly, waiting for your eyes to meet his before he spoke to you.

“Y/N, do you remember what I said before I kissed you yesterday?”

Your eyes widened having been reminded of the intimate moment, nodding at him innocently. Taehyung witnessed you trying to avoid eye contact and found himself softening.

“I didn’t say that without reason. I meant it when I said I would take care of you. Your father is a different story, if you don’t want to use his money, I respect that. But I’m your husband, and I want to be a good one. I want to give you things.. do things for you simply because I want to.” Taehyung reasoned, gripping you lightly. “I want you to use my money, you’re allowed to use it.” He tried voicing with sincerity, earnestly, hoping he could change your mind.

He saw you still hesitating to accept the offer, however, deciding on a compromise.

“Look, you don’t have to use it all the time. You can still use your own card, but you can use mine here and there. Seriously, Y/N, using it won’t even make a dent on me. I’m the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, use it at your discretion.” Taehyung could practically see your gears shifting, searching for your eyes as he wished you’d understand him.

He saw this as a second step towards work-life balance, only feeling the responsibility and genuine desire to be the good husband in spite of the unfortunate nature of your marriage. He didn’t want any doubt concerning his ability to be a good husband, either.

After all, when Taehyung did something, he always did the best he possibly could.

“Okay, I guess you’re right. But I do have my own money, and I’ll be using that 100x more often than yours.” You relaxed and oddly let him hold you, looking down at the black card that rested in your hand and clutching it to your palm.

Taehyung realized he was still holding you and let go, retiring to fluff his hair instead. You caught a glimpse of his bicep underneath his rolled up sleeve as he did so, and you truly hated you chose a time like this to find him stunningly attractive.

“You should come downstairs, Mrs. Seo prepared dinner.” You ignored your thoughts.

“You go first, I’ll be down in a second.”

You nodded agreeably and turned away, leaving his study. You took a second look at the card in your hand, then glanced around the house as you strolled through it, trying to embed what Taehyung said into the crevices of your resistant thinking.

Everything I have is yours, you reiterated, registering that Taehyung had in fact grown accustomed to the idea of you two as a couple already. He’s accepted it, embraced it, even enforced it now with his earlier declarations and this black card. You automatically felt behind, like you were the tortoise in the race and needed to pick up your pace.

If Taehyung had already come to terms with your marriage, it was only a matter of time before you did as well. Marriage is a two-way street, and if you wanted to make this easier on both yourself and Taehyung, you would compromise with him, accept the true sense of partnership that entailed your status as husband and wife.

Thus was the exact mantra that played in your head as you fiddled with the card, remembering the way his big hands held you.

Warm.

It was night.

You could say it was like any other ordinary night, though that would be a gargantuan lie.

This night was the first time Taehyung and yourself were going to sleep in the same bed.

In your own home.

The hotel suite left you both with your own space and privacy since it was a random, public room with no personality or attachment to it whatsoever, making it easier and comfortable to sleep with him.

So when you emerged from your walk-in closet in a thin camisole, loose pajama shorts and without a bra, you were cursing yourself. God damn you for needing to sleep in minimal clothing for comfort. You’d slept in a loose t-shirt and bottoms at the suite last night since it was a public room, and long story short, it left you tossing and turning more than you liked.

You had no clue prior to arriving here that you’d be sharing a room with Taehyung. You’d expected to sleep in a different one, in the privacy of your own room where you could prance around as you wished and as a result packed your usual sleepwear.

But now that you were left having to slumber with Taehyung, clothes on the more revealing side, there was no turning back.

And what there was truly no turning back from, was when you opened the closet door and your eyes landed on Taehyung’s shirtless, wet self drying his hair after a shower.

You immediately malfunctioned.

Your eyes fell to his bare back, ruffling his wet hair as his plaid pajama pants hung loosely at his hips. You immediately exclaimed and clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to shut yourself up.

You did not expect at all for Taehyung to have such honey-coloured skin. It was like it naturally glowed, a healthy tone that made him appear all the more delectable. It certainly didn’t help that his shoulders were broader than you first observed, sincerely an other-worldly experience when he wasn’t wearing clothes.

You also got an all-access view of his trap muscles, adding to the width of his shoulders overall and when Taehyung turned around to the sound of the closet door opening, gaze locking with yours, you could confirm his neck, chest and collarbones were indeed crafted to perfection.

Taehyung’s eyes widened momentarily drinking you in, not expecting your light sleepwear when just last night he witnessed you in a full pajama set. Not to mention, and he hated that he could tell, but you weren't wearing a bra.

And the camisole did nothing to hide that.

Taehyung straightened himself up realizing you two were practically gawking at each other, resting the towel around his neck as he cleared his throat. “That’s what you sleep in?”

“That’s what you sleep in?” You retorted, arms over your chest.

“Guys usually sleep shirtless, this is normal.” Taehyung gestured towards his own body and you had half a mind to floor yourself. It’s like Taehyung knew but also didn’t know he was hot, knew the effect he had on people though never grew cocky or proud enough to purposefully parade it around.

And it frustrated you even more; he was fairly humble about being a sexy Greek God.

“Girls sleep like this too, this is normal.” You copied him, looking off to the side.

“I was kidding, I only sleep shirtless sometimes. Just get in bed.” Taehyung narrowed his eyes as he gestured towards the sheets, returning to his palace of a bathroom to toss his towel in the hamper and pull a t-shirt over his head.

You wanted to move, feet just about ready to carry you but you never abandoned your spot. Instead, you pressed your lips into a thin line contemplating that sharing a bed with Taehyung, in clothes like this and in such proximity, all held a degree of intimacy you didn’t know you two shared yet.

It’s only been a day.

So when Taehyung returned to your unmoving figure, arms holding your chest and avoiding eye contact with him, he was quick to get the message.

“Um.. if you really don’t want to sleep here, I can give you another room.” Taehyung offered, figuring himself this may be too soon.

“No, it’s okay, that’d be kind of a hassle.” You waved him off. “Besides, your bed looks comfy.”

You were honestly trying to live up to your acceptance that Taehyung was the man you’d spend your life with now, so you’d better start getting use to him. You’d sleep next to him for numerous nights, spend endless days together and share a multitude of things; this would simply just be a first of many first times.

So you paddled over to the bed and removed the covers to snuggle yourself in, the bed’s coolness sending a shiver through you before you hugged the blanket to yourself. Taehyung stood with a smile before crawling in himself, adjusting the covers to his liking.

He felt at peace in a matter of seconds, the feeling of his own bed lulling him into a state of slumber already. He reached his arm out to shut off the lamp on his bedside table, leaving the room pitch dark and only his digital clock and balcony as a light source.

You began to cower a bit in the darkness, thankful for the sheer curtains that allowed the moonlight to spill into the room.

You felt another shiver run through your body when you shifted, realizing you were cold even under the sheets. You tried warming up on your own by shimmying the blanket around more comfortably, but it didn't do much.

You were left lying on the bed trying to think warm thoughts, unintentionally breathing in the constant scent of Taehyung from his bed; his cologne, his aftershave, his body wash all filling your nostrils.

It was intoxicating, absolutely distracting and sleep began to slip your mind. It didn’t help that you were still cold too, moving around and turning onto your side where you now faced Taehyung.

He seemed to have already dozed off, face tranquil as he slept soundlessly on his back. You couldn't help but admire his side-profile, the sparse moonlight illuminating his features. It was hard to not stretch your hand out and nearly run a touch along his cheek, like he was a rare work of art that naturally called for admiration.

You realized turning towards him that he radiated a wave of warmth from his body, remembering boys were pretty much furnaces while girls usually froze.

How wonderful it is to be a woman.

You desired some of that heat and shuffled just a little closer to Taehyung, nearing the center of the bed. You discerned he was indeed warm and maneuvered slightly closer, just about stopping at the center of the bed. You fought back the urge to shimmy any closer, leaving a mindful gap between you two.

You were seconds from catching a peace of mind until Taehyung unexpectedly spoke in the silence of the night, startling you.

“You can come closer, I don’t bite.” The smirk in his voice was obvious, making you scrunch your nose and snap back at him.

“Shut up, I’m not getting closer to you.”

“You should, I’m really warm, and I can tell you’re cold.” There he was again teasing, his tone coy as he kept his eyes shut, unbothered.

“Over my dead body.” You mocked him from earlier, turning away from him abruptly and pulling the covers over your head.

Coffee was probably your favourite thing life had to offer. One of the couple things you’d fight someone over; coffee and your independence, if you wanted to be specific.

So it made you genuinely happy Taehyung had such a wide selection of coffee to choose from, ranging from all kinds of beans to instant coffee, cappuccinos, lattes, mochas, you name it. It took no time for you to craft a cup to your liking, shuffle into a seat on the island and begin picking at the breakfast the housekeepers had whipped up earlier this morning.

You’d woken up early today keeping in mind the day you had planned. You decided this to be another move-in day as part of your studio setup project you’ve entertained for the last week. The granted time off due to your odd honeymoon farce with Taehyung proved to actually come in handy, thankfully.

It had been another peaceful morning for you, having woken up with sunlight gracing the walls, certain you could hear birds chirping as if you were in a Disney film and little mice would come out to start sewing the gown you’d wear as a princess.

It had been a peaceful morning indeed, but when you stretched out to loosen your stiff muscles, the chaos that met you was anything but peaceful. Even if it’s occurred at least 5 times now, you kept forgetting that you shared a bed with someone else now, and that said someone had somehow always founds a way to gravitate towards you during the night, even daringly cast an arm over you sometimes.

It left you in a state of panic registering that Taehyung’s, dare you say warm and cozy body would be just behind you, his chest mere centimeters from your back. You would stay still for some time, calculating the optimal way to remove yourself from his hold until he eventually stirred enough to loosen his grip, darting right out of bed.

Other times, he’d wake earlier than you and you wondered what would cross his mind once he registered your oddly proximal bodies.

Did it ever bother him?

Nonetheless, it brought a mischievous smile to your face thinking about the fact that Taehyung had such a perfectly human habit like cuddling. He was always so serious, so put together and a near machine at everything he did, seeming as though he wouldn’t give anything romantic the time of day.

But it was hard to forget the fluffy feeling that blossomed in your chest when you would sense his proximity, maybe inviting a liking to it. You had always slept alone, only yourself and the darkness to keep you company in your lonely bed, in your lonely home.

So sleeping next to someone, namely Kim Taehyung left an impression on you you couldn’t quite shake. It was difficult to erase the image of his calm, sleeping face after the handful of times witnessing it. Long eyelashes delicately pressed to the skin under his eyes, lips plush as he seemed to naturally pout in his sleep. The sunlight only accentuated his honey-coloured skin, adding a glow to his features that made him appear prettier than he already was.

It was nice to think you’d wake up to that every morning.

You found your mind still playing around with the idea until you snapped yourself out of it, questioning why the hell you always ventured off whenever you thought about him.

Weird.

You were scolding yourself until your eyes caught Taehyung strolling into the kitchen with his phone in is hand. He’d foregone a jacket today, black shirt sleeves folded to mid-forearm paired with black slacks.

You were normal until you almost spat your coffee seeing he wasn’t wearing a tie but instead had the first few buttons of his shirt open, revealing a generous view of his neck and the beginnings of his chest.

Fucking hell.

You were staring stupidly until Taehyung peeked up at you, smiling “Morning.”

“M-morning.” you stuttered.

He seemed unsuspecting as he returned his attention to his phone, proceeding to the kitchen counter and retrieving a cup to fix himself a drink. He appeared to be reading something conscientiously on his device, never taking his eyes off and you quickly became bored, ready to use the weapon you’d acquired.

“So.. you’re a cuddler, huh?”

Taehyung nearly dropped his cup.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You’re a cuddler when you sleep. Cute.” You rested your chin in your palm, playful smile on your face.

“I think you’re mistaken, I am not a cuddler. And I’m not cute.” Taehyung denied as he only focused on the cup, his back to you. You then watched him reach for his selection of tea and purposefully evade the coffee, your eyes lighting up with mischief.

“Wait, you’re a cuddler and you drink tea instead of coffee? Very cute.” You pulled on his leg, chuckling as you brought your mug to your lips

This was going to be fun.

“Shut up, I don’t like the taste and tea is healthier.” Taehyung practically sneered back, harshly ripping the packet of his tea bag.

“Doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re a cuddler.” You sipped on your coffee, unbothered as you swung your legs back and fourth.

“Doesn’t take away from the fact that you like it.”

You nearly spat your drink.

“What?”

“I remember a certain someone that shuffles closer to me for warmth, no?” Taehyung snapped back as he returned to his phone and popped his tea into the microwave, his shoulders high to the sky. You could imagine his smug face proud of his remark while searching for your own, realizing that Taehyung was damn good at arguing and you’d really have to upgrade your comeback game to counter him.

He was unfortunately your match.

“Even if I were one, which I’m not, It’s not like I’m committing a crime.” Taehyung suddenly finalized with a snippy tone, and you realized you may have hurt his ego.

Men.

“I never said it was a bad thing.” You commented under your breath and looked away, popping a raspberry into your mouth.

Taehyung bit back a smirk as he retrieved his cup of tea, taking a sip as he returned to his phone and took a seat across from you. He began compiling his plate of breakfast as he worked his device, typing away with one hand as if he was drafting the Magna Carta.

You became bored again.

“Why do you have so much coffee if you don’t like it?” You genuinely felt like inquiring, if he didn’t like the taste why would he have so much?

“For my housekeepers, they drink it.” He took a sip of his tea, all attention on his phone.

You nodded understandingly. “Why do you have two housekeepers, by the way? Isn’t one enough?”

“So they can keep each other company.” He answered absentmindedly, eyes still glued to his phone as he bit a piece of his toast. You really hated that he wasn’t actively interacting with you because it only left room to stare at him, and that was never any good.

He looked illegally attractive with the unbuttoned part of his shirt, your mind profusely bugging out over the exposed bit of his chest. You were reminded of the full view from last night, and began pondering how long you’d survive having to see that for the rest of your life.

“O-oh, that’s nice.” You stuttered back a reply, squashing your previous thought.

You were actually quite impressed by the kindness Taehyung showed behind that decision, noticing he had these small moments where he was caring, considerate, all hidden behind his unreadable face and seriousness when it came to business.

It was quite interesting.

You were mindlessly eating until Taehyung spoke up, eyes flickering towards you. “What are you going to do today?”

You swallowed your fruit. “I was planning on moving more stuff in again, start finishing my studio setup. Thank you again for the room, by the way.” You expressed your gratitude once more, forking some eggs into your mouth.

“Don’t mention it.”

“What are you doing today?” you echoed his question, taking another swig of coffee.

“I’m working again. If you need anything I’ll be in my study.” Taehyung sent you a half-smile before snatching up his plate, bringing his phone to his ear as he stepped out of the kitchen.

You sighed heavily only being left to think about your day, which would be majorly spent unpacking and arranging things. You had a plethora of art supplies, design tools and canvases to set up in your studio, leaving you constantly thinking of how to even begin.

It would be a mission alone to sort through everything you had left, knowing you didn’t exactly label out of sheer laziness and would have to individually unbox and organize everything .

It was this exact task that took up most of your day, time having slipped by in the blink of an eye. It wasn’t easy when you had to be rummaging through your belongings and situating them where you thought appropriate, also trying to envision a new look for your studio.

You hadn’t realized 3 hours had passed until the ring of the front doorbell caused you to check your phone, curious as to who would be visiting your home in the middle of the day. You assumed it be one of the housekeepers and abandoned your work, cascading down the staircase and striding towards the grand entrance.

You drew towards the monitor Taehyung had showed you just yesterday, explaining it to be your home security system. Taehyung detailed it had a camera for your front porch that detected movement and the doorbell alike, so you peered at the monitor to see the stranger outside your home.

Your eyebrows furrowed registering a woman, her back turned towards the door as she fidgeted nervously with her purse in her hand.

Sheer curiosity took you over and you paddled towards the door, unlocking it. You wore a smile on your face as you swung the door open, though it was immediately wiped off taking in the last person on earth you ever wanted to see.

“Mother?”

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Demigod MC Series: Demeter

Have I been using this series to vicariously punish Belphie for the events of Season 1? I cannot confirm nor deny that statement.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter

Lucifer

Didn't think too much of the "human" when they popped out of the portal. Sure they had a straw hat and a huge basket full of produce but it wasn’t like they were… Wait… No… Were they…?

Oh no. Oh nonononono, this is not good…!!

Demeter is notoriously doting and protective of her children (see her freakout and breakdown after Hades abducted of Persephone as proof) and they've pretty much done the EXACT. SAME. THING. here!!

It was a mad scramble by him and Diavolo to contact and appease their godly Mother Bear before she came roaring down to Devildom herself to turn them all into barley. Thankfully, Zeus must have intervened at some point because though she was indeed PISSED, she didn't threaten to barge in… yet.

She made one thing very clear. Bend so much as a single hair on her precious child's head and there would be WAR…

The MC received a 24 hour security detail after that. Just Mammon wasn't going to cut it, he needed NO chances. It was a full rotation of Mammon, him and Beel for the entirety of their stay (Asmo and Levi both threw hissy fits at the prospect of babysitting, Satan couldn’t be trusted not to kill them just to irritate him, and Belphie was out for… obvious reasons).

In some ways, it wasn’t so bad. The MC was a very mild sort of person, rather even tempered. He’d dare say they were pleasant, mostly content to just tend to their gardens and be out in the moonlight…

But the problem was, he just could not convince them to stay OUT of nature. Including the forests, which were full of hellish beasts fully intent on gnawing their flesh from their bones… and their specialty was plants, not animals, sooo…

Their habit of sneaking out to wander the woods got so bad that he very nearly considered pulling a Belphie 2 and locking them in the basement for their own good. But Devil knows what damage their mother would do if she found out…

At least they make for pleasant company… And Diavolo seems to like them quite a bit himself so the mortal gets a pass from him. Now if they’d only consider their own safety for a change…

Mammon

They make him a KILLING.

Like, no seriously. Their produce is insane!! He’s never tasted food so good, especially stuff that’s come fresh from the ground! It only took a few berries for Mammon to throw on a straw hat himself and start harvesting! He’s a farmer now, baby!!

Weeellll not quite. He’s still absolutely only in it for the money, but anything he brings to a farmer’s market goes so fast that he can hardly care about the labor! He’s never made this much Grimm in his life!! And it’s totally legit for a change!

He bought himself another car, paid off half of his debt, and even got Levi back that 2 or 3 grand he leant him centuries ago. Really, Mammon’s living his best life and it’s all thanks to MC!

It’s a good thing his blatant grifting doesn’t hurt his relationship with them at all, in fact they seem to enjoy having his help regardless. They bring him drinks on hot days or invite him on picnics and stuff, it’s… it’s really sweet. They’re very nice to him and he appreciates it…

But… COULD YA JUST STAY PUT ALREADY???

It drives him INSANE that they won’t stay out of dangerous places!! After he started caring about them for more than just a meal ticket it only got even worse!!

He’s not usually one for monitoring someone’s every move (that kind of control freak behavior is more a Lucifer thing) but he eventually had to set up familiars around the House just to keep them from sneaking out at night...

What was so interesting out there anyway?? There wasn’t any kind of plant that he could bring them himself! They didn’t have any need to be out there!!

They’d keep telling him they’d be fine but it’s not like he’s going to actually buy that. They were too… nice to be dangerous or anything so why would he believe them?

No more running off, MC! Please, he’s beggin’ ya!!

Leviathan

Wait, gardening? Like, being outdoors and stuff? Ew. No thanks, he’ll pass.

That was more or less his first reaction when they showed up and it never really got much better than that…

He admits that they’re friendly and it’s not like he dislikes them or anything, but their thing so far from his thing that they just don’t have a lot in common… you know?

For starters, they get So. Antsy. when they’re inside for too long! He tried to invite them to a marathon once, but they could hardly keep still and kept looking around like they were searching for a window… He said, “to jump out of.” They insisted just for some fresh air, but he didn’t buy it...

They’re nice enough to listen to his rants, but they’re barely ever inside for him to do so and like HELL is he going to leave his room and stand around out there for that long. Ranting is at least a one to two hour engagement! What if he gets hot out there? And have you SEEN Devildom bees?? Hell no!!

He has, however, asked them on multiple occasions to reproduce flowers he’s seen in different anime, especially ones that have a very unique look and they’ve done some real wonders with that!

He can now claim to be the only person to ever own a Ruby-Jade Vine plant, straight from the pages of TSL when it was used to brew tea for the Lord of Lechery during his brief illness and-is anyone even still listening anymore?

The point is, it’s a flower so rare it was imaginary but now HE has it!... or had it for about a week until his utter incompetence of all things plant killed it…

He begged the MC for another but they were out of the plants they needed to make it and would have to go back to the human world to find more… He’s still mourning his loss… Poor Henry 4.0…

Satan

Well… He’s called this MC “salt of the Earth” and he does truly mean it. Take of that what you will.

He doesn’t get much in the way of intellectual conversation out of this mortal UNLESS he’s talking about plants, farming, or botany… Interesting topics and complex in their own right to be sure, but that’s pretty much their wheelhouse and they like it there.

That being said, the feats that they can perform are genuinely mind-blowing! They are the ONLY person he has ever met who can cultivate the Devildom’s own ultra-rare Phantom Orchid, a plant only blooms when it reaches a perfect state of undeath (i.e. both taken care of and neglected just enough so that it's only barely alive. The balance is so tricky to master that one hasn’t bloomed down there for centuries!)

There’s also something just genuinely relaxing about watching them work or helping them in the gardens… More so than he’d ever expected from such a simple activity.

He admits that he’s taken quite a few strolls through the flower-filled courtyard of the Demon Lord’s Castle just to admire its beauty... But anything that they can grow just blows all of that out of the water!

They even taught him several magic botanical techniques so now he can grow some pretty mad plants himself. Lucifer never expected to find that giant Venus Flytrap in his closet, but one was there regardless. 😏

Just… out of curiosity one day, he asked the MC if they could make him a new kind of catnip. Not for any nefarious reason! You know… just for research purposes…

The nip they made was so effective that the House grounds were FILLED with nipped-up cats for a whole month! He was in Heaven!! (and Lucifer practically wiped those plants from existence so he couldn’t get any more… asshole...)

That must have inspired them because they apparently made a demons-only version that they told him about WELL after the fact. Had he known, he probably would have burned the stuff on principle... Do you know how dangerous demon-nip could be to them? Experiment responsibly, MC!

Asmodeus

Ehhhh, gardening SOUNDS like one of those things that should be super Devilgram-able, but then you realize how sweaty and dirty you get in the process and it’s a huge turn off… Sorry MC.

When they first came down to the Devildom, he thought two things: 1) Such a sweet little flower child, as adorable as they were, would never survive; and 2) even if they could, he would never ever see eye-to-eye with them on the “wonders” of getting all up in the dirt.

Well, he was right about 2, but certainly not 1. Personally, he thinks his brothers worry about them too much, they ARE still a demigod.

At one point he saw a pack of hellhounds almost trample one of their vegetable gardens and they lost it. Word to the wise, never try to take on a child of Demeter in their own garden. Those hounds were wrapped up in rose vines before they could even yelp...

Yeah, the MC would be fine.

That being said, while everybody else clamors over their produce, he thinks that their flowers are really where it’s at!

Taking just five minutes in one of their gardens is something else... He’s never seen blossoms as healthy and immaculate in all the Devildom before! Their beauty could (almost) rivals his own! What they do isn’t just a hobby, it’s an art.

He’s taken multiple pictures with their blossoms and they go viral every time. It’s so rare to actually see gorgeous, petal-filled flowers in the Devildom, most of the native plants are of the man-eating variety.

His only complaint about this MC is that they seem to feel much more at home in work clothes and dirt than they do in any sort of party-look he tries to give them… Cute as they are, they can afford to gussy up sometimes can’t they? Mud and grass stains don’t make for a good look, sorry.

Beelzebub

Beel gardens and the MC gardens as well. Add on that they seem to be able to grow all manner of fruits and veggies and he likes this one. A lot.

They had just finished apple-picking when the portal nabbed them so they had a massive basket of apples at the time. Naturally, Beel more or less stole the thing on sight, but the apples inside were so juicy and good that he almost shook them down for more on the spot!

Imagine his surprise when they, half pleadingly, explained to him that if he got them some seeds they could just grow more… and it wouldn’t even take that long.

To be clear, the formula he saw was this: Get seeds > bring seeds to mortal > mortal grows seeds > mortal makes endless supply of food….

Congratulations MC, you’ve now earned the sixthborn’s eternal loyalty after a grand total of… two minutes. He didn’t even know their name, but he was willing to take a bullet for them (provided he got more of those apples).

The next several months were spent with Beel attached to them to the hip in some way, but honestly? It was just so wholesome anyway…

If he’s helping in the garden, he never complains. He does most of the heavy lifting and actually likes being out there with them (unlike others...)

Many afternoons were spent sitting under fruit trees and talking. Sometimes, they go to the trouble of preparing a picnic or something but it would always inevitably end with Beel plucking the whole tree clean of whatever ripe (or unripe) fruit he can get his hands on with a smile.

The MC never minded though. That’s just another excuse to grow more, right?

His only problem was when the MC would sneak out to the forest… especially when they get too antsy and just go alone.

He HATES it when they do that! How is he supposed to keep them safe if they just wander off?? He knows that they have a special connection to nature and all, but it isn’t safe…

He’s flown in and scooped them back up to the House on numerous occasions and his “talking tos” get sterner after every rescue... Please stay put, MC! He’d have so many reasons to be sad if you were eaten… 😔

Belphegor

Okay, he was looking for a capable, if not gullible, human. Not a shoeless flower hippy!

He honestly wasn't expecting much out of this one... Damn their little heart because they did genuinely believed his lies, it’s just that they weren't… well… They were really good at gardening.

… And it grew kind of hard to keep hating them whenever they'd show up just to give him fresh berries or a bouquet to see him smile… He may claim that his heart is made of nightmares and orphan tears, but who doesn’t enjoy being given a batch of flowers?

Damn their sweetness too… Right to here.

When it came time to kill them he had a heavier heart than he thought he would, but kind of saw it like putting down the sacrificial lamb. Gotta be done to reach better goals... Stiff upper lip and all that.

Unfortunately for him, they had taken to carrying packets of demon-nip with them as a self-defense measure…

He wasn’t exactly sure what he expected when they shouted “Get nipped!” at him mid-attack, but it wasn’t a face full of some smelly herb! Like, really smelly…! Actually, that smelt kind of good… Hold on.

Turns out murderous rage really doesn’t last long after you get what is effectively ultra-strong catnip thrown in your face. They ended up having to go and tell Lucifer what happened themselves because Belphie was way too blissed out on the floor to do anything... They were legitimately worried they might have fried his brain...

He’s told the effects of the demon-nip lasted three days. He doesn’t know, because he hardly remembers any of it... They described him as like he was high on “weed” and “ecstasy” at the same time but he doesn’t know what either of those are either so it wasn’t helpful…

Truthfully, they were so nice to him while he was recovering that he couldn’t even be mad afterwards so all's well that ends well? Either way, he’s sleeping under their orchard trees from now on. It’s peaceful out there...

They burnt all that nip though. It’s some strong stuff...

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quillsanddaydreams · 4 years ago

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what great men say

james potter x reader

—author’s note: I was extremely soft about James and just how goofy he is around his friends and I just had to write it down. So what does being friends with James and eventually falling for him include? Enjoy!

—warning(s): mentions of food, she/her pronouns!reader

—wordcount: 3,196

You sighed looking at the time. He would be here any minute— he never came late. Tapping your foot, you turned your attention to the book open in front of you. Transfiguration. The subject that you struggled with the most. James excelled at it.

The turtle he transformed the teacup into that day was stunning. Popping its head inside the green-gold shell as everyone looked on. James smiled teasingly wide when McGonagall had commended him. No one noticed when he shifted aside to talk to the turtle in a baby voice. It made you smile. You blinked. Words swirled on the page you’d opened. Shaking your head, you turned to concentrate on them.

“There you are!” James shouted as the librarian shot him a glare. He was huffing— apparently from running to the library. He made an apologetic face and slowly came and plopped down beside you.

“Do you always have to be loud?” you said as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“Well, a great man once said loudness is the way of life,” he huffed, breathing deeply as you raised an eyebrow.

“And is this great man you?”

“Are you saying anything to the contrary?”

You let a small smile play on your lips which etched his grin further.

“I wouldn’t dare,” you said as he adjusted his collar, looking smug.

“I mean, even great men tell the turtle they made from a teacup that it is a good boy,” you said nonchalantly, opening a notebook. James flustered.

“I didn’t tell Jake he was a good boy,” he murmured.

“Jake, huh?”

“Shut it.”

The two of you spend the next hour working on the transfiguration assignment. James was patient as he helped you through spells and theory. You laughed, studied and talked. It was just like that between you two. You were good friends, you teased each other, pulled a few pranks and had fun. There was something about him that made you open up more than anyone else. And you loved him. It was stupid really.

James was utterly and completely in love with Lily Evans. Everyone knew that. You tried and you tried to push it back but you couldn’t help it. It crept up upon you- he had always been so kind to you, so adorably cute that you just fell for him. As torturous as it was, you didn’t dare to even hint him about it. Listening to him gush about the perfect head-girl, you never let your smile fade even if it never reached your eyes.

James poked your side as you packed your books.

“Hmm?”

“Lily and I talked a lot last night,” he said excitedly as your chest contracted. You zipped up your bag, hanging it by your side.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, plastering on a smile. The two of you started moving out of the library.

“It was amazing,” He said, punctuating each word, a dreamy look on his face. “She told me about her muggle life- records, music tapes- that sort of stuff. She was surprised when I talked to her about Queen and Beatles, impressed even.”

He scratched the back of his head, narrowly avoiding a first year who ran past the two of you.

“Couldn’t tell her you introduced it to us and it’s what Sirius blasts in the room all day long.”

You giggled.

“Did he listen to all of them already?” you asked, desperate to change topics. The two of you turned around the corner. James scoffed.

“Pretty sure he heard each of them at least a hundred times.”

“It’s good music James,” you sighed. “Ask him whether he’s free next Hogsmeade weekend, I’ll show him a place he’s going to adore.”

“Ah, I have some head-boy duties with Lily, Remus is helping Slughorn for extra credit and Peter is practicing astronomy,” James said as you furrowed your eyebrows.

“So Sirius is free?”

“Yes, but we aren’t,” James shrugged as you laughed.

“Okay,” you dragged on, not sure where the conversation was going. “Ask him if he’d like to go with me?”

James turned to you, confused.

“You’ll go with Sirius, alone?” he asked as you hummed in response, shrugging. He scowled.

You turned back at James standing at the door to the common room.

“Tomorrow, same time?” you asked with a smile. He nodded giving you a half-hearted grin and moving towards his room. Did you say something wrong? Shaking your head, you retreated to your dorm.

-♡♡♡-

A loud knock shook you. You looked towards the window and… James?

“James what the hell are you doing there?” you asked, jolting towards the sill and unlocking it. The idiot was standing a broom nearly forty feet above ground.

“I was wondering whether you’d join us all for a trip to the kitchens?” he breathed, a small smile playing on his lips. You heard snorts making you look down at the ground. Sirius, Remus and Peter were rolling out in laughter, but you couldn’t think much about that.

“Are you insane? Bloody sit down on your broom or come in,” you said eyes wide.

“Fine, I’m coming.” James grinned, jumping inside. He grabbed your arms almost falling over you. A strong perfume attacked your senses. His face was so close to yours, you could count the faint freckles on his face. Messy strands of hair fell over his forehead making you want to run your hands over them. You blinked, steading yourself before taking a step back. James coughed.

“Um, I was sneaking out for some hot chocolate,” he said placing his hands in his jeans’ pocket, thumbs out. “I remember you complaining we never took you.”

“Oh,” you said, feeling awkward all of a sudden. “Let me just get my jacket, it’s kinda cold.”

Grabbing the nearest jacket, you put it on as James stared around your room. You had decorated it beautifully. Post cards, quotes and some letters were put up on a wall on the far end. His eyes fell on you as you turned to him smiling, ready to leave. He gulped.

“How are we leaving?” you asked and James gestured to his broom floating outside your window.

After much bickering, you found yourself sitting behind James, holding onto him for your dear life. That wasn’t to say you didn’t enjoy it. It felt good being so close to him, having your hands around his waist. You almost felt sad when you reached down. Sirius smirked at you as you climbed off the broom. He knew more than he probably should.

“What took you so long?” Peter complained. You saw Sirius open his mouth to say something but closed it on seeing your glare. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“Well now that she’s here, shall we?” he said leading you ahead of the group.

James frowned at the two of you. Sirius whispered something in your ear making you roll your eyes playfully.

“What’s made you so off now?” Peter asked. Remus patted his shoulder.

“Jealousy is always a bad colour on people my dear wormtail,” Remus said dramatically. James raised it eyebrows.

“I’m not jealous,” James said pointedly and then shrugged. “What would I be jealous of?”

Remus rolled his eyes.

“Sureeee.”

You took in the warm room while the boys asked for hot chocolates for all of you. Sweet smell of banana bread and muffins eloped the kitchen. Remus called for you, handing you a steaming mug of cocoa. You sat down beside James tuning in to their conversation. He gave you a small smile as Remus and Peter quarrelled about their divination predictions. You laughed and you talked, feeling the week’s tension slowly slip off your shoulders. When it was time to leave, you felt oddly content. Making them promise to make this a monthly thing, you finally turned to leave. James held you back.

“I was wondering, if you’d like to have a bit more fun?” James asked, biting his lip. “Just us two.”

You looked at him curiously and licked your lip.

“And what will this fun, entail?”

“There’s this small place near the edge of forbidden forest,” he said and you raised an eyebrow. “I swear it’s not that dangerous. It’s honestly beautiful.”

James didn’t know why he was so bent over to spend some more time with you. All he knew was that he didn’t want the evening to end. He didn’t want to leave you just yet. So when you nodded slowly, he couldn’t stop the grin that spread on his face.

The two of you tip-toed through the castle, James’s invisibility cloak with him just in case. Checking the map, he turned towards you. Taking your hand in his; he whispered, “Run.”

Your eyes widened. James sprinted forward, taking you with him. There was no time to think. Trying to keep up with him— you made your way through the grounds, the air icy against your face. You were huffing by the time you reached the lip of the forest.

“What exactly were we running from?” you asked, taking in gulps of air.

“No one— we were taking too much time,” he said shrugging. “And adrenaline always feels good.”

He didn’t notice you glaring at him. You slapped his arm playfully.

“Hey—” he groaned, rubbing at the spot.

“Now that you’ve wounded me, shall we?”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. Placing his palms on your shoulder James turned you, leading you towards a small clearing. Your arms erupted in goosebumps, feeling him right behind you. His breath tickled your neck. Did he really not know the effect he had on you? Reaching there, James gestured around dramatically. Fireflies buzzed around the area and the ground bloomed with wild flowers.

“Wow,” you gasped. James watched you, his face lighting up. Running your hands through the shrubs you looked up. Night sky was always clear at Hogwarts. But somehow it seemed even more beautiful then. You glanced towards James catching him staring.

“See something you like?”

“You look beautiful,” James uttered before he could stop himself. Your cheeks heated up.

You did. You looked gorgeous every single day. James swallowed, a distinct blush covering his cheeks. He felt your gaze on him, waiting for him to say something. He heard you sigh after a little while.

“You know, when I was small, I used to collect fireflies in a jar,” you said, sitting down slowly. James joined you. “Pretty little things they were. I would stare at them for hours. Mum hated them. Dad didn’t seem to mind. They would zoom around in the jar and I would take it in hand running through the house saying they were my army. Danger shall befall those who cross me— I used to say”

James let out a laugh, sighing as you both watched the stars. Sneaking a glance at him, you caught him doing the same. Light from flies lighted up his face, his brown eyes sparkling. You didn’t know who leaned in. His lips were soft against yours as you let your hands tangle in his hair. His arms went to your waist, tugging you towards him. The kiss seemed to light you up. Pulling back breathless you stared at him, seeing something that made your stomach. Guilt. You dug your nails into your palm, waiting for the excuses to come. And it came. He called out your name.

“Don’t.” You snapped.

Scrambling to your feet, you started moving back towards the castle. James followed you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think. I don’t know what happened and I—”

You twisted towards him.

“I’m not angry at you James,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. James frowned. “I— I just like you, okay? I’ve liked you for quite some time.”

James’ eyes widened a little. You let out a laugh, looking away.

“I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at myself. Do you realise how pathetic it is, to love someone knowing they’ll never love you back? Every day I’ll tell myself; it doesn’t matter. That it’s a crush and it’ll go away. And every day I fall a little more in love with you knowing you’ll never feel the same.”

Silence fell around you and you wrapped your arms around yourself. You felt cold. James watched you, desperate to reach out. He wanted to stop you but he didn’t know how. All he could do was listen.

“I think, I think it’ll be better for me to stay away from you for a while,” you breathed, trying your best not to let the tears in your eyes fall.

You walked back to the castle leaving James alone. A tear fell down his face and he furiously wiped it off.

-♡♡♡-

The next few days seemed never-ending. Classes, homework and head-boy duties kept James busy. He practiced harder and longer on the field. But his mind wasn’t in it. It was full with the thoughts of you. He tried. He really tried to reach out to you somehow. To catch your eye during classes, give you a small smile, but you hardly even glanced at him. It hurt. More than he could ever care to admit. He had quite forgotten what it was like not to spend time together every single day. To not listen to you complain about your day, hear your laugh. He felt alone.

Bacon and eggs were laid out in front of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to eat. He toyed it around with his fork.

“Ahhh James! Just the person I was looking for,” Lily said with a bright smile as James looked towards her. “I was thinking maybe you could join me after lunch? We can review the prefect rounds’ details.”

James furrowed his eyebrows.

“Didn’t we do that last week?”

Lily’s expression fell, but she covered it up quickly.

“Yes we did, but I thought maybe we could go over them again?” she said expectantly.

“Uh- sure.” He said, moving his attention back to his plate. He pushed it away.

Sirius, Peter and Remus raised their eyebrows at him. James looked at them questioningly.

“Are you dead?” Remus asked.

“No?”

“Yeah I think he’s dead.” Sirius pipped in. James opened his mouth to retort but Sirius bet him to it.

“Look, I know finding out your friend is in love with you while you think you’re in love with someone else isn’t easy—”

“Especially when you’re actually in love with the said friend," Peter said, taking a bite of his toast. James opened his mouth.

“Especially then —but you gotta make up your mind. Go date Lily and find out how worthless it is and then go back to friend or go now and talk to her and tell her what you really feel about her.”

James blinked.

“I’m not in love with her,” he said slowly as they collectively groaned. He ignored them. “And how did you know that she told me she likes me?”

“It was obvious?” Sirius said as Remus rolled his eyes.

“You know what? Let him continue his idiocy for more. I want to see how long this can actually go on,” Remus said as others hummed in response, shrugging.

“What? You’re not even going to listen to me now?” James stated as his friends paid no attention.

“Not when you’re being a dumbass, no.”

James banged his head on the table. Remus continued to read his book while Sirius and Peter concentrated on their breakfast.

“What if, what if I said,” James began slowly. “That maybe I do love her. I do love her and I was the biggest fool in the world and screwed this up beyond repair?”

Remus stared at James, a small smile overcoming his features.

“You tell her exactly that.”

-♡♡♡-

You sighed turning the page. The story was captivating at first, but now— not so much. There was a knock at the window and you turned to see… James? Your heart thumped against your chest. He stood there, probably on his broomstick waiting for you to let him in. Pushing the covers aside, you got up and opened the small lock as James hopped in. Your chest clenched seeing him for the first time in weeks. You had missed him. His hair was disheveled and he fidgeted awkwardly, staring at you.

“James why are you here?” you asked softly. You wanted nothing more than to hug him. But you held back. You couldn’t do that to yourself, not anymore.

“I— um— I wanted to tell you something,” he said as you gestured at him to go on. There was silence.

“Well?”

James flushed, looking down.

“I— I had this whole speech prepared and now I forgot what I was supposed to say,” he said and you looked at him curiously. “I know it starts with me saying I might be the biggest dumbass at Hogwarts.”

“That I can agree on,” you pointed out, a small grin evident on your face. James cracked a smile hearing you tease him after weeks. Somehow, he never minded it when it was you. There was silence again, but this time it felt calmer.

“You see? I had a fascination with this red-headed girl,” he whispered. Your throat bobbed. He was here to talk about Lily? “This fiery girl who rejected me every time I asked her out. And my fascination just grew. So much that I couldn’t even notice myself falling for someone else. Someone who’d been an amazing friend.”

Your eyes snapped towards him and he gave you a light smile.

“I don’t love Lily. I don’t. And I hate myself for not realizing it. But even more than that I hate myself for turning you away. I’m sorry,” he said as you sniffed, letting his words soak in. He loved you, not Lily. You knew you must be looking like an idiot then, giddiness blooming through your body.

“Are you sure this isn’t the speech you prepared?” you said as James chuckled. He shook his head.

“My prepared speech was written by a great man and it did not end with an apology.”

“Oh? What did that great man end the speech with?” you said, joy evident on James’ face. He was enjoying this.

“Asking you out,” he said cheekily and you let out a snort.

“Well, that’s a let down,” you said, putting on a disappointed expression, noticing James furrowing his brows. “I was hoping the speech would end in some kisses; after all, don—"

You couldn’t finish the sentence as James pulled you closer by your waist and pressed his lips against yours. You sighed, tugging him closer by his neck. Pulling back, you rested your forehead against his taking deep breaths.

“I fucking love you,” James said, cradling your face and starting to press kisses all over. You giggled.

“I love you too. Tell that great man I’d like to go out with him this Hogsmeade weekend, will you?” you said as James let out a laugh.

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years ago

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Tell Me A Story

Loki x f(magic reader)

Summary: Stuck in an Asgardian cell for your crimes, you meet an intriguing fellow prisoner who you can’t help but start to feel something for.

Warning: angst, fluff (you’re not leaving sad on my watch)

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The ground feels hard. And your head feels incredibly fuzzy, like waking up from a deep slumber by some rude acquaintance who can’t mind their own damn business. Not to mention the throbbing sensation emitting from the left side of your cheek like two annoying disturbances. Were you smacked twice?

What in the bloody shitsticks?

The light in this place is so bright too, you have to squint when opening your irises for the first time to really get a good look at your surroundings. With the light in this awful place too much to bear, you cover your eyes with your fingers to lessen the harshness from above. Soon your gaze trails up witnessed a clean ceiling of pure marble white.

Wait. Are you dead?

Adjusting to the brightness, you slowly bring yourself into a seated position on the equally as shiny clean floor. To your left is a bed and a small nightstand while your right is a see through golden tinged barrier showing the other cells and a single guard walking down the hallway. Cells? Cells!

A prison? You’re in a fucking prison. Shit.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, head in your hands, you suddenly hear a knock on the white section of the confinement hold that turns into loud pounding. Thud! Thud! Thud! And a second later the white disappears, in place shows the same see through golden tinge. A guard on the other side.

“You’re awake.” He says, voice casual as an old friend.

You give him a puzzled look before feeling your face, “I think so.”

He takes a step into your prison where a sword is held in your face, maybe not so much an old friend after all, “As protocol, I must ask you three questions.” Delves the guard, stance never changing.

“Go for it tough guy.”

He remains unfazed, “Do you know your name?” Easy.

“Y/N.”

“Do you know why you’re here?” Uh.

“Well it wasn’t for stealing a child’s favorite toy.” You muse before quickly changing your façade, “But yes.”

He scoffs unamused, “Do you know where you are?”

Now this question you don’t have an answer for so instead do you give him your sweetest most innocent face possible, “uh, maybe you could enlighten me?”

The armored man rolls his dark eyes, “You’re in the royal dungeons of Asgard, placed here by King Odin for crimes against our realm. For that. You will remain until otherwise noted by the King.” Barks the guard, you stare up at him with wide eyes. Shocked and bewildered that you’re stuck in Asgard of all places.

“I didn’t even have a fare trial!” You protest.

“You didn’t deserve one, filth.” He counters before sheathing his sword back into its scabbard and off he goes into the golden tinged door. Out of sight in an instant. Rude.

Leaving yourself very puzzled and irritated at the whole ordeal, you never even got a trial to speak your side of the story. Nothing. Now you’re stuck in this dumb shit of a cell with literally nothing to do and no one around to bother, oh wait who’s that across the room?

Jumping to your feet, you swiftly walk over to the glass; there stands a man in green and black attire, leather bound book in hand as his slender face focuses onto the pages. He’s rather handsome in all honesty, with that dark shoulder length hair of his and the thoughtful expression across his face. You’re now fully intrigued.

Then your mind swirls with a thought, you’re in Asgard. So, this must be prince Loki, the one who failed to conquer Midgard. Soon a devilish smirk crosses your features, “What are you doing down here? I thought princes were the ones to put delinquents behind bars?”

Loki’s face shifts from surprise to amusement as he keeps his eyes onto the pages, “Kings.” Corrects the Asgardian prince.

You smile, “Well this king can eat shit!”

He lets out a breathy snort before finally drawing his gaze up to you, his expression quickly diminishes from amusement into star struck fascination when those beautiful blues land upon your beaming mischievous face. Loki has never seen someone so magnificently enticing in his whole entire life. But here you are, whoever you happen to be.

The raven haired man sets the book onto his nightstand before sauntering over to the glass wall, “And who do I presume you are? My new source of entertainment.”

Waving him off like a blushing maiden, you pretend to get all hot and bothered by his sly comment, “Oh wouldn’t you like to know.”

Loki smirks, “I would indeed.”

You curl a piece of hair around your finger, gifting him a shy smile as you avoid his steely gaze. “Sorry.” You mutter, “I only tell men who can take over whole planets in under three days.”

He immediately loses his humored aurora, replacing it with a slightly taken aback yet somewhat pissed off one. “Ouch. But I can’t image you’re any clever if you happen to be stuck down here with me.”

You point up a finger, “On the contraire, my faults are less hefty then your own. So who really lost here?”

“From the looks of it. Both of us.”

You nod, “That is a truthful observation, but what has gifted us a sentence in exile are two entirely different sides to the relatively same coin.”

“Mine being, failure to conquer and rule Midgard. And yours being?”

“Fine. I’ll satiate your appetite.” He raises a brow as you trail your hand down the buzzing glass, “I may have tried to steal some pretty gems downstairs. Blah blah and I got caught by some lady named Frigga who’s a lot more skilled with magic then I had first realized and now I’m here. Granted I don’t remember getting to said “here” but alas my body remains.”

Loki smirks, “My deer mother got the best of you. How is she up in the real world these days?”

“Oh you know, told me she loves reading, doing the usual witchy stuff, and she hates you so go burn in hell for eternity you shit head little boy.”

Loki could have choked on his own spit, “Pardon me?”

“You heard me, she said she loves you. Is that not what you heard? I really thought I was being pretty clear.”

The Asgardian prince shakes his head, “Forget I asked.” Turning around once again to find his way onto the comfortable looking mattress, new book in hand.

You pout at the lack of attention, what did you say to annoy him? Was it the little shit head boy? Maybe he’s just having a bad day.

——

There he is. That incredibly attractive Asgardian prince of Mischief, just standing there. Reading yet another book in his beautiful greens and blacks and golds as he chooses to ignore you. The insanely gorgeous but deeply irritating woman across the cell from him.

You’ve been in here for about four weeks now and Loki has not cracked once. You’re really trying too! All he’s done is gift you with some telling facial expressions or the wonderful side comment to address your theatrics or harmless shenanigans.

All you want to do is get to know him better. And maybe along the way get the fuck out of here with a little help, and then preferably take the prince along for the ride. If it was only that easy.

Levitating in your cell just because you’re tired of standing all the time, you keep your usual unabashed stare-down with the prince when a random guard marches by. He looks from right to left and forward again before doing a double take over to you.

“Hey! Stop that!” He shouts, lance raised at your smirking face while you continue to float, “You can’t do that here!”

You simply roll your eyes, “Who has made this new rule law?”

The guard pauses for a moment, clearly indicating that he just doesn’t want you floating because he’s a party pooper. He swallows, “By king Odin.”

“By king Odin? Doesn’t his son fly?”

“Huh?” He glances over to Loki who’s not paying attention to you two in the slightest.

“Not that one.”

The guard makes a frustrated grunt before removing his lance away from your face, no matter the safety of the glass, “You can remain afloat but only under my authority.” And with that does he stomp off down the corridor.

Idiot.

You beam a victorious grin as he leaves your sight when a sudden slow clapping can be heard from across the hallway. Immediately do you snap your attention up to the prince who’s already sharing one of his infamous smirks, “Congratulations. You’ll now have an enemy down here. And it only took you a few weeks.”

You scoff, moving yourself to float casually on your back, “It’s about time too. Things were starting to get unbearably dull around here.”

Loki hums, “Ever try reading?”

You snort, “No, no I haven’t. Hmm, but I’d love it if you could read to me, since I don’t happen to have any books within reach. It’s only fair.”

Loki raises a brow, “Only fair?”

“Yes. I have the guards annoyed with me, so, they won’t care much about you. And. You get to read, but also to me as well.”

“That’s a possibly compelling suggestion.” Says the prince, mulling over your words.

“I thought so.”

You close your eyes as a couple moments pass before he speaks again, “But I must decline.”

“What!” You shout in bewilderment as he lowly chuckles, “I might just about die of boredom, you want me on your conscience when I pass into oblivion from lack of entertainment!”

Loki smiles at your adorable face, “Make your own fun.” He teases, though you don’t realize this.

Moving yourself into a standing position, yet still without touching the ground, you press your hands against the golden tinged glass, “Loki! You are a beautifully great annoyance and if I wasn’t stuck in here I would throw all your books about! And then….then I’d knock down your nightstand!”

He smirks, “Charming.”

You pout while your fists clench in irritation, “Fine! I didn’t want to listen to your loathsome voice anyways!” He gifts you with a proud half grin as you turn from him to magically throw your wooden nightstand across the room.

You land, reaching a hand out to launch the nightstand back across the room once more before repeating this action again and again until the whole flimsy thing combusts when it crashes violently into the closest wall.

Breathing heavily, you slowly turn to face the irritation watching you do all of this, “Feel better Y/N.”

Pursing your lips together, you release your tight fists, “Yes.”

He nods, “What would you like me to read?”

“Something joyful…….please.”

Loki shares a handsome grin before giving you a respectfully small bow, “As the lady wishes.” Loki shares a small glance with your curious face before turning to search for a book. He kneels down and soon picks out a book colored in a deep blue, something foreign written in golden cursive on the front.

You slowly return to the ground, this time seated criss crossed as you lean half of yourself upon the glass as you try and get as close to Loki as physically possible. Which is difficult considering the hallway’s short distance keeping your cells apart, but you try anyways. He opens up the book and quickly looks up to catch your gaze before smiling and looking down at the first page.

Loki reveals the smallest blush before clearing his throat, “The Fox and the Raven.” You smirk at his adorable face, how focused and deep in thoughtful concentration he becomes as the words flow off of his sly tongue like molten gold. You could listen to him all day.

“Once there were two beings, equal in skill and game. Best friends since childhood even, but there was one thing that drove a wedge in their long relationship. Another. This beautiful being was beyond compare to that of any god or goddess alike. And the two friends where undoubtedly in love with them.

It began one windy day by the river, the beauty stood, washing their hair by the waters edge with not a mind to mess with anyone in their head. The two friends saw them and smiled. “I shall win their affections.” Claimed the dark haired admirer, Tala. “Not you silly fox, I shall be the one to draw their heart to mine.” Spoke Essek with great confidence, his bestfriend in the whole entire realm.

They looked to each other with clear frustration sculpted into their faces, so, the friends came to an agreement. Whoever failed to win over the water nymphs heart, that friend must stay in their animal form forever while the victorious one could live on as they always have. Maybe it was cruel. Maybe not at first.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months as the two friends would speak with the water nymph as often as they could. Tala in raven form and Essek as a dashing fox. All was going well as they played their little game of love until the water nymph began to grow quit fond of the raven for his talents in the sky and witty personality.

So much so that on the next full moon, the raven revealed himself to his true form before making love to the joyful water nymph on the rivers edge. And so the very next day when the fox arrived to speak with the nymph, he was surprised to find Tala laying underneath a weeping willow with the nymph in his strong arms.

The fox recoiled with jealousy before his heart shattered in two, Tala smiled a triumphant grin as the fox turned away in disappointment before rushing off into the woodland. Never to be seen again.

So that is why you can never trust anyone who is truly dear to you, for love is a fleeting thing and can turn friends into beasts for something as silly and pathetic as a beacon of affection.” Finishes Loki in an almost sour tone as you sit there on the cell floor, feeling a bit off and out of place from that abrupt turn of events.

You frown, “I thought you were going to read me a happy story?”

Loki closes the book, “I did.” Blue eyes on you in an instant.

“No. You really didn’t.”

Loki gives you an almost dumbfounded look, “The raven got to keep his original form and make love to the water nymph what else is there to want?” He questions like it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. Not.

“The fox is depressed now. That’s not very happy.”

“It was happy for those two, was it not?”

You roll your eyes, “It was. But a happy story should have a happy ending for everyone involved. That’s the point of a happy tale being told.” You counter as he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Not everyone gets what they want in the end, Y/N. That’s just life, some are fine and persist while others turn and run with nothing of any significance still clinging to them.”

You sit there a moment in bewilderment, soon rising to float threateningly by the glass, “That’s ridiculous! A happy story should be fucking happy! Love is supposed to be kind and beautiful, not this wedge that turns people against one another and supports a game that shifts into jealousy and disdain for one.”

Loki hums, “Well it is just a story after all. Love does that because it isn’t truthful ever, it’s a fleeting thing without any weight that only causes pain and disappointment.”

Your brows soon furrow at these dark words, “Oh and what do you understand about love?” You hotly challenge, voice accusatory and fierce.

“That it isn’t real.” Mutters the prince with a casual shrug, though his face flashes with uncertainty.

You scoff, “Is it now? You think love is a simple lie? A trick from the universe to keep races existing until their worlds collapse?”

“Yes.” Nods the Asgardian, “That’s what I believe.”

You take a breath, feet slowly touching the cool tiled floor as you speak, “You have no idea what it feels like then. So how can you claim it to be false?”

Loki crosses his arms, “True love isn’t real because that just cannot be realistic in any sense Y/N. Same thing as feeling happy or when you sneeze….the feeling is a feeling like butterflies in your stomach when you get excited. But like every emotion given, it leaves and the feelings are dulled or just dissipate altogether.”

“You’re wrong.” You bitterly mutter, voice low and filled with a somber hurt.

“And how would I be wrong then?” He wonders, truly curious to see how on earth you are able to counter this. He doesn’t wholeheartedly believe in love, though his growing affections for you seem to have him conflicted. He still wants to know.

“It is like magic, to be in love.” You reply, a faint smile ghosting your lips as you press your hands against the glass, “It is bright and brilliant and beautiful. It does not come and go like a fleeting spark from a dying flame. Love, like magic, forms from within when let into someone’s vessel. It is a power that always remains no matter where the person travels, or how old they become. Love, in the end and always through existence will remain. No matter what.”

Loki could have shed a tear at your beautiful explanation, yet his stubbornness persists, “A fairytale. Nothing more.”

“A fairytale? A fucking fairytale!?” You shout, voice rising in fury, “You don’t know anything but the lies you tell yourself you heartless bastard! All I wanted was a happy story that made me smile before I’m executed! And you couldn’t even give me that you selfish prick of a man!”

Loki’s heart grows cold as a winters morning, he blinks, forgetting how to properly breath at your heated declarations. He steps closer to the thin glass, brows furrowed in puzzled apprehension, “You’re being executed?” He asks, tone low and thoughtful.

Face falling into a deep frown, you lower your head in shame, “I have been condemned to die for my crimes above. Guess they’re not so simple as I had first claimed.”

“What do you mean?”

You let out a telling sigh, “I didn’t try and take the queens jewels, I tried to murder her..”

“You what?!” Whispers the Asgardian prince, eyes wide in shock, “What do you mean?”

Your gaze keeps trained onto the floor, “I am…well, I was….an assassin. Who, ultimately could not force myself to murder your mother Frigga, so I let myself be caught and taken. It’s the least I deserve for the life I’ve led. This is just how it goes, and I’m ready.”

Loki’s mind races, he never even suspected such a thing coming from you. Sure you’re indeed a beautiful mystery of a person who enjoys levitating in her cell for the hell of it. But your appearance and pose never revealed someone capable of homicide as their profession, least of all you.

And now, his father is condemning you to death rightly so, but Loki can’t help but think you don’t truly deserve this fate. Maybe, just possibly, he’d feel like he was losing a close friend. Someone who he never had any intentions of developing these strange new feelings for.

“I won’t let him end your life.” Suddenly speaks the prince, “You didn’t kill her, you actively chose not to, so I believe he could sway his final decision.”

You let out a breathy laugh, “Wishful thinking.” Just as three guards dressed in their true Asgardian golds walk to the front of your cell. Loki swallows, they dissipate the golden tinged force field, leaving you with nothing but air to keep you from their clutches.

“Y/N.” Softly calls the dark haired prince, voice small and desperate, he didn’t think they would take you so soon but what does he truly know anymore? Your sad eyes lock onto his as one guard snaps metal cuffs against your wrists, and another around your throat before he ushers you out.

Loki can’t tear his eyes from yours the whole time, and even after you’ve been dragged down the hallway and out of sight. He thinks, maybe you’ll return and it was all a big misunderstanding, a simple nightmare and he’ll wake any second now. But he knows this is foolish thinking, you’re never coming back. And he’s beside himself.

Loki bows his head in silent anguish, fists clenched tight as his heartbeat begins to race when suddenly he releases his grip and a small blast of green magic emits in the aftermath. Just enough power to knock some books onto the floor in protest. He doesn’t pick them up.

In the following days, Loki would pace around his cell like a nervous lion. Reading book after book to help pass the time though he couldn’t stop his racing mind from thinking about you. Where were you now? What had they done to you? Did it hurt?

He didn’t know and what’s worse is the guards only seemed to mock him about it, claiming your life was worth more dead then anything else. It stung like a heated iron spear left too long in the hot coals, he missed you beyond compare. How did you make him feel this way? When did that happen?

He missed your mischievous smile, your alluring eyes of curiosity and concealed chaos. The way you spoke to him like a person and not just a prisoner, or even a prince who’s disappointed his whole kingdom. You didn’t care, sure you lived to tease and pester him relentlessly, but you didn’t truly care about his current status.

You drew the attention out of him without even needing to try, brought a smile upon his face weather he was aware of it or not, and made him feel genuinely excited about waking up the next day. You became everything to him and more, and Loki hadn’t even realized this until it was too late.

But now you’re gone. And he will never see another Y/N for as long as he is to live.

Loki sits with his back against the wall, hair undoubtedly a wild mess closely matching that of the room about him. Books, clothing, furniture, and other personal belongings lay around his cell like the aftermath of a furious hurricane. He didn’t mean for this to happen, but when he got word that his mother was injured in the attack by the dark elves and freed prisoners. He new it was his fault, he led them to freedom after all.

With his mother healing from her non fatal wounds, and the loss of his dear Y/N to the axe. Loki has been doing less then tremendous these past few weeks, clearly. The prince now closes his weary eyes, breathing steadily as a new presence makes itself known across the golden tinged glass. He doesn’t care to look.

“Well don’t you look sad.” Teases a familiar voice, not condescending but just enough to make him laugh if he felt like it.

He opens his eyes to find your smirking face, body safe and sound wrapped in a cloak of white and intricately laced gold. How absolutely beautiful you are. His brows furrow as he mutters, “You’re just an illusion.” Voice horse and filled with doubt.

You raise a brow, “So is this?” You ask in reference to the clean cut illusion Loki is controlling, “I think not. I can see right through it.”

He forgot about the illusion he’s been creating since his breakdown, of course you’d see right through it, “You died. And my mother is hurt.”

“So you lost control within yourself and chose self deprecation? And apparently…chaos.” The trickster god rolls his tired eyes which causes you to chuckle, “I see my passing onto greater things has weakened your ego.”

He scoffs, “Your ghost form does not amuse me.”

Taking a glance down the vacant hallway, you step right through the golden tinged force field like it’s nothing more then air. “Loki Laufeyson, I am not a phantom or a dreary pigment of your imagination you foolish prick. I am Y/N, Goddess of Chaos and Magic. And someone who has missed you deeply.”

Loki frowns, blue eyes focused up at your truthful face as he sighs, “I….I don’t think I understand what is happening.”

You approach his side before kneeling down to reach his level, you two have never been this close before, “My tale was true as the forming of this realm itself. But your mother saw me for who I am, not what I have been enchanted to do with my life. So she gave me another chance to live, and so I did. To protect her and guard her until she deems otherwise, that’s why I’m still alive and that’s why your mother still has a beating heart.”

Loki reaches out for your hand that you gladly let him take, “Those prisoners..”

“I killed them. Every last one of those fuckers and the damn dark elves who attempted to crash their ship into the great hall. Let’s just say, it didn’t go according to their plans.” You explain, pausing for a moment to share a longing look with the Asgardian prince.

The corners of his lips rise into a soft smile, a deeply relieved one while you look down at your laced fingers, “Loki.” You whisper before drawing your head up to properly look at him.

“Yes.”

“I’m still counting on a better story.” You muse as he lets out a breathy laugh.

“Unfortunately none of these books happen to provide a decent tale, my dear.”

You gently squeeze his hand, “In that case I’ll bring you all the books stuffed in that giant library. There’s bound to be a good one, something happy.”

“I’d like that.” Nods the prince.

You smile, “But I have to ask you one thing.”

“Of course.”

“Did you miss me?”

Loki squeezes your hand right back, “More then I’d ever missed anyone.” Reveals the dark haired prince as he reaches up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, though his fingers linger on your cheek a moment longer before he slowly pulls them away and into his lap.

You can’t help but snicker which causes his face to scrunch up in puzzled embarrassment. Immediately do you reach up to cup his cheek, “I felt the same way. And I think I might feel a bit more too, quit possibly a lot more. No. Yes definitely a lot more then I first led on from a few weeks ago in fact and all I must admit to you now Loki Laufeyson or Odinson..prince of Asgard I think I’d like to kiss you now if that’s okay with you.”

Loki blinks, did he hear you right? “oh.” He mumbles, clearly unsure of himself or whatever wonderful thing you just said.

You immediately remove your hand from his cheek, “Too soon. Sorry I just thought I read you right maybe I was wrong I can just leav….” You don’t even have a moment to finish your sentence when his lips press pleasantly against yours.

His hands hold your face while your own hands gently grip onto his forearms for support in your awkward positioning, with him sitting and you still crouched. But it matters not when his lips move in time with yours, he feels so lovely, like a hundred roses pressing against your skin.

Giving you that soft velvety feel, you could kiss him all day if he’d let you. Though soon enough the two of you must break for some air, and with that do you pull him to his feet while you float just inches off of the messy ground. Loki never once taking his hand away from yours.

“How can you….how can you do that?” Wonders the prince as he glances from the ground to your face.

You shrug, “How can you move things with your mind?”

He smiles, “I guess, I just can. A terribly lackluster explanation I know, but perhaps I’m not truly certain how either.”

“Well let’s not dwell on the unknown for too long, this moment right now is too sacred for anything else. And though I have to leave, I will return to you…..and next time with more books. Then you will have no choice then to read them all to me.”

Loki hums, “I don’t see a problem there.” Before whispering in your ear, “Maybe bring some wine, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend an evening.”

You share a bright grin, “As the spoiled prince asks, but it will cost you.”

Loki raises an intrigued brow, “Cost what?”

“A kiss. Before and after I do your bidding. Can you settle for those terms?”

Loki’s lips pull into an adorable smile, cheeks almost dusting pink at your new flash of boldness. He’s never met anyone quit like you in all his years alive. “I believe those terms are acceptable.”

You give him a wink, “Good. See you then.” And with that do you crash your lips against his for on more heated embrace before leaving one final kiss to his slender cheek and floating out of the cell you go. Stopping behind the glass to give your new lover one last fleeting look, “Miss me you prick.”

Loki smirks, “Always.”

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ETHICS l QIAN KUN

genre: smut, daddy!

warning: Dilf!Kun, profressor!Kun, Student!Reader, semi-public, semi-cheating, cursing, alcohol

word count: 5,6k

Your new ethics professor may not be as good as the subject he is teaching.

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It was a chilly evening and your parents were hosting a couple of friends from work for dinner. Your mother, a professor at your university, was always ready to break in a new lecturer especially if it meant it would benefit you in any way.

The professor who was invited was soon to be your new ethics lecturer for the second semester, all you knew of him was that he too had a kid at the university and your mother was hoping you’d get along with them.

“Did you find out who’s Mr Qian’s kid yet?” Your mother sipped her tea as she hovered over your desk, scrunching her nose at your Facebook page.

“No mom, you know people my age don’t use Facebook” you groaned and clicked the university page to find the tagged alumni. After a few clicks you noticed the new lecturer had been added and with another click you were on his Facebook page.

“God he is handsome isn’t he ?” Your mom marveled and you shook your head, “you have a husband you know” Your mom let out a laugh and playfully slapped you on your shoulder, “I’m not like that, plus the man teaches ethics he’d be horrified if I was trying anything.”

You shrugged and scanned the professors page until you noticed a post with a familiar looking boy. The two of them stood next to a brand new car and the caption read ‘congrats on the new wheels son.’

“This is.....Minghao, he’s a year below me” you pressed your lips together and looked up at your mother, “he’s pretty chilled I’m sure it will go fine.”

Your mother let out a sigh of relief and patted your back, “okay good so you’ll be able to keep him company tonight then, Hey maybe Mr Qian will give you special treatment after tonight.”

You wished your mom knew how accurate her guess was in the weeks to come.

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You slipped into a comfortable long floral dress and did a light make up look before creeping out of your bedroom to greet your mother’s guests.

“Ah there’s my princess” your dad bellowed to the guests who looked up at you as you made your way downstairs, already wishing you could hide away from your dad’s embarrassing words.

“Hi I’m y/n” you greeted, shaking everyone’s hands. There was a woman in her late 40s and Minghao the boy you had seen around your department from time to time.

“My dads just getting the wine from our cab” Minghao scratched the back of his head nervously as he took a seat across from his mother at the dinner table.

You slipped into the seat next to him, your mother mouthing a thank you for your bare minimum efforts and placed the last cooked dish on the table in front of you.

“I almost thought you were drinking all of that on your own” your dad chuckled as a man shimmied through the door holding two bottles of wine. You felt your heartbeat race when he came into full view, possibly the most handsome man you had ever laid your eyes on. Mr Qian had a wide friendly smile spread across his face as he sat the wine down on the kitchen counter and removed his coat, revealing his extremely toned arms stretching the fabric of his white buttoned shirt.

“Oh you must be y/n” he ran his fingers through his hair and took a seat at the head of the table, in between you and his wife.

“Eh yeah it’s nice to meet you Mr Qian” you smiled politely, trying to keep your eyes off his pouty lips.

You couldn’t believe you were checking out your lecturer right now, in the presence of his wife and son for fucksakes. But he was so unbelievably gorgeous, the way his ash blonde hair was styled framed his face perfectly, and his soft eyes bore into yours as he spoke.

“Please call me Kun” he chuckled sweetly, “unless I’m teaching you then we can switch back to the formalities.”

You nodded and he shot you another friendly smile before your dad began pouring everyone a glass of wine.

You and Minghao zoned out as your mother began talking about the university and let Kun know the basics, from campus etiquette to where he can buy the best coffee.

“Well I’m looking forward to everything” Kun raised his glass to your mother and downed the last bit of it.

“Y/n darling sort the dishes out will you ? We’re going to head to the patio for more drinks” your mother called. All you wanted to do was return to your room, but after letting out a groan you did as you were told.

You scrubbed the dishes as you noticed Minghao was entertaining himself with a game on his phone in the living room. He wasn’t much of a talker and you were grateful for that, you really weren’t in the mood to be sociable with a stranger.

“Sorry to disturb but where is the wine opener ?”

You jumped at the sudden voice and the next thing you knew the leftover suds from your gloves were on Kun’s shirt.

“Shit- I mean sorry I’m sorry” you tore off your gloves and grabbed a paper towel ready to clean up your mess.

“It’s okay y/n” he chuckled and took hold of your wrist as you looked up at him, “it’s just a little water.”

Kun smiled down at you sweetly but you noticed a hint of curiosity in his eyes as you stood still under his touch, not bothered to move under the sudden contact.

“A-are you sure it’s okay?” You asked in a small voice still looking up at him and unconsciously bit down on your lip as your eyes drifted to his plump ones for the 4th time that night.

Kun cocked his head to the side, slowly let go of your wrist, and wet his bottom lip with his tongue before taking a step back,

“Can I have that wine opener y/n ?” He asked in a low tone.

“Oh right” you pulled open a drawer and retrieved the item, handing it to Kun who grazed his fingers against yours as he received it.

“Thank you.”

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You were in your bedroom reliving that moment over and over again. You were not delusional right ? There definitely was a little tension between you and Mr Qian and you had no idea why.

Did he sense that you were attracted to him ? He probably thought you were awful for even making it known to him since he was married. He taught ethics for heaven's sake, he probably thought you were a horrible person.

Sighing, you turned on your stomach and listened to the voices coming from the patio downstairs. You heard your dad pretty clearly, he was loud but when drunk even louder.

“Y/n is a good student but her mind wanders a lot”

“It’s true, she’s just like her dad”

“Hey!”

You groaned at the sound of your parents yapping and hearing Kun and his wife laugh along only made things worse. How the hell were you going to get through a whole semester of ethics with Mr Qian when he’s already met your insane family ?

A few minutes had passed and you heard a knock on your door. Before you could respond your mother flung open your door and you noticed Mr Qian was lingering right behind her.

Great.

“Sweetheart do you mind giving Kun your notes and essays from last semester” she hiccuped as Kun chuckled softly at her antics.

“Mom I -“

“It’s okay” Kun raised his hands, “you can bring it to me on Monday”

“Nonsense you’re here right now” you mom silenced him, “oh I’ll also fetch the old schedule just so you have an idea of what it all looks like.”

Your mom disappeared down the hall to her study and you expected Mr Qian to follow her but instead he leaned against your doorframe and watched you.

“I didn’t save much...so”

“I thought you were a good student y/n” Kun teased, his dimple showing as he grinned.

You rummaged through your drawers, “I am a good student” you pulled out your old ethics file and got to your feet,

“Not all the time though.”

Kun raised his eyebrow at your words and received the file from you before checking the hallway for your tipsy mother.

“Oh I’ve noticed” he said lowly, his eyes looked around your bedroom then met your stare, “I just hope you will pay attention in my class Miss y/l/n”

“I’ll try my best sir” you responded, chewing on your bottom lip before your mother reappeared and dragged Kun back downstairs.

Kun turned back to get one last look at you. He was taken back that you were still staring at him, those barely innocent eyes enticed him and the way your lips were caught between your teeth made him-

“My daughter is ecstatic for the new semester. Please look after her,” your mother said, handing the last of her notes to Kun.

Kun nodded and thanked her before collecting his family and headed to their cab outside. He pondered on her words and looked over at his wife, “sweet family aren’t they ?”

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It was another chilly winter morning and you were making your way over to your 8am ethics lecture with your best friend Xiaojun. “Dami said the new ethics lecturer is hot as hell” Xiaojun sipped his coffee as you two turned into the corridor, avoiding the lingering students,

“He came to my house over the weekend, he's pretty handsome yeah” you said, feeling butterflies in your stomach just talking about him. Xiaojun was about to speak until the two of you heard a low voice from behind you,

“Good morning you two” Mr Qian greeted with a cheeky smile and slipped into the classroom with his briefcase and coffee.

“Shit do you think he heard me ? shit shit shit” you cursed under your breath as Xiaojun pulled you into the front row of seats. The classroom began filling up and almost every person who walked in did a double take at Kun, it could've been his newness or the fact that he was now the best looking professor in this department.

“Why are we sitting upfront ? this feels weird” you whispered to Xiaojun.

“I want him to think that we pay attention” Xiaojun nudged you as the two of you watched Mr Qian remove his blazer and fold up his dress shirt sleeves. Your breathing hitched as you monitored his veiny arms while he navigated his laptop, thinking back to when he had his hand around your wrist and looked down at you with his almond eyes.

“Hello everyone, I'm Professor Qian, you can refer to me as Mr Qian or...sir” his eyes dropped to you on the last word as if it were reserved just for you.

You couldn't concentrate at all on the lecture and it wasn't due to Xiaojun talking his head off. Every movement Kun made had you adjusting your seating position and every glance had you adjusting your hair or wetting your lips. Every damn second you had to remind yourself that he was married and you were his student, an ethics student. But you couldn't help but wonder if what you were feeling was being reciprocated. You concluded that he was either oblivious and naturally charming or he was toying with you. Either way you looked at it, you knew you were like putty in his hands.

“I hope everyone has a good day and don't forget tomorrow I’ll be doing a short quiz in order to check your process” Mr Qian smiled sweetly and took a seat at his desk, waving off the first student's to leave his room.

You gathered your books and began making your way out when Mr Qian cleared his throat, “y/n can I see you for a bit?” Xiaojun nudged you and winked which only made your face redder than it already was. Spinning on your heels you pressed your lips together and made your way over to his desk.

“Y-yes Mr Qian ?”

“Please take a seat” He smiled and waited until the last person exited the room and shut the door. You returned to your original seat and a nervous feeling overcame you when you realized you were now alone with him.

“I just wanted to return some of the notes you gave me” He began pacing in front of you with his hands stuffed into his pocket, “and I just wanted to check if you were paying attention today”

“I did, I mean I usually go over the slides again later” you bit down on your lip. The chirpy tone of your voice made you cringe, why did you want him to think so highly of you ? that you were a good girl, not slacking off.

Kun nodded and pressed his lips together before retrieving your notes from his desk and handed it to you. You swallowed hard when he leaned over you, his large hands pressing into the desk and a strand of his blonde hair fell out of place and curled over his eyebrow.

“It’s not because you think i'm handsome that you're so distracted now are you?”

A shiver went down your spine at the sound of his silky voice matching his daring eyes as if he was waiting for you to act on it. You looked up at him, he could see his reflection in your doe-like eyes and it made him unconsciously lick his lips.

“I uhm….I'm sorry” you battered your eyelashes at him, hoping he would keep this information to himself and not out your words to your mother.

“Im sorry...who?” his voice was stern. Something dark had overcome him and it excited you.

“Im sorry...sir”

You watched his eyes light up by your words and it was enough indication that you weren't being delusional about him. Kun took a step back and returned to his desk signaling the end of your conversation. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and grabbed your notes heading straight for the door.

What the hell were you getting yourself into?

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Most of the next three weeks Kun was pretty normal. He treated you just like every other student in the room and it made you feel a tad jealous. You waited for his glances or him asking you to stay after class but he completely ignored you. Maybe he came to his senses and felt guilty flirting with a student when he was married. That was until Friday came around and you were sitting in your mom’s office.

“One sign of pleasant weather actually got you wearing a skirt ?” Your mother teased as she bit into her salad.

“I've never worn it before and I think it looks cute” you pouted looking down at your beige and chocolate brown checkered mini skirt.

“You do look cute sweetheart and you'd look even cuter organizing my store room”

You groaned at your mothers request but jumped to your feet knowing you didn't have anything else to do. It sucked that the weather was actually perfect for an outfit to tease Mr Qian in but his lecture had been cancelled for the day. You opened the store room only to be greeted by dust and darkness, not surprised that the state of the shelves were a mess in a few short weeks since you last cleaned them.

Grabbing a flashlight you got started on the lower shelves when you heard a knock on your mom’s door and Kun walked in holding a box of folders.

“You're done already ?” Your mom said, mouth filled with her chicken wrap as Kun placed the box on her desk,

“Yes I scanned them onto my usb, It’s easier catching up that way” he replied politely,

“Okay well I’ll tell y/n to put these away, I'm still trying to finish these reports and my lunch”

Kun tutted at your mother’s words and began unpacking the box, carrying the folders over to the storeroom, “I'm not doing anything right now and we cant let y/n do everything on her own now can we?”

Your eyes widened as he joined you in the dark storeroom, his figure completely hidden from your mother as she continued snacking on her wrap and eyes engrossed in her computer,

“Kun you're too kind, okay you two have fun.”

You held your breath as you felt his arm brush against your back as he worked on the shelf behind you. His perfume was sweet, the scent tickled your nose while he moved around the compact room.

“Where’s section R 20-30 ?” Kun asked you softly, squinting as the flashlight you held caught his eye.

“Oh sorry uhm it's down here you can give it to me-”

“It's okay I got it” Kun mused and crouched down next to your bare legs trying to find the placement of the file in hand. You kept your focus on the shelf in front you, freezing when you felt the tips of his hair brush against your knee. Kun slid the file in its place and allowed his fingers to dance along your legs as he stood up, scanning your face for a reaction. When you gathered yourself you turned back to placing files in their respectful spots earning a scoff from Kun. He cocked his head to the side, amused by your composure. He touched you a few feet away from your mother and you didn't budge, he was impressed.

You thought his teasing was over until Kun stood beside you, shielded in the dark and you felt his warm breath against your neck. You froze when you felt his fingers on your inner thigh, slowly moving up until he pinched and you squealed, bumping into the shelf.

“Darling are you okay ?” Your mom called from her desk.

“Answer her y/n” Kun whispered before placing an open mouth kiss on your neck.

You cleared your throat and prayed your voice wouldn't crack, “Im okay just tripped over something, the usual” You heard your mother chuckle, thanking the heavens that she was so oblivious to what was going on in her store room right now.

You felt Kun smile against your neck and his fingers returned to your inner thigh, moving up until he grazed against your lace panties. Kun hummed when he felt how wet you were for him, you couldn't believe how wet you were for your professor at this moment. Kun skillfully moved your underwear to the side and felt your wetness before bringing his finger up to your mouth.

His lips curled into a smile waiting to see how dirty you were. All of this seemed like a test to you, as if he wanted to see how much you could endure before he had his way with you. The way he looked at you made you want him right then and there. Guys your age couldn't handle a girl like this as much as they tried to convince themselves. Your sex life was boring, all of them were the same but this, this was exhilarating.

Kun’s mouth parted as he watched your pouted lips meet his finger and lick his finger clean. The way he looked at you made you feel proud, he made you feel like you aced your assignment.

“Dammit I have a last minute meeting, sorry sweety I can't drive you home today should I call a cab ?” your mother sighed as you and Kun innocently stepped out of the store room.

“I don't mind giving her a ride home,” Kun offered, his attention fully on your mother despite feeling your glance on him.

“Kun you are a lifesaver seriously, how do I repay you ?” Your mom grabbed her satchel from her desk and made her way to the door.

“How about dinner? Jia and I really enjoyed your hosting” Kun offered, helping your mom lock up. You felt weird when he mentioned his wife’s name, hating that you were jealous of the woman who actually got to call him hers. It also made you feel as if you were just a play thing for him, and that none of this would affect him but rather you.

You were lost in your own thoughts until you realized your mother had already agreed to his offer and you were now standing alone in the corridor with Kun.

“Shall we ?” Kun gestured for you to lead the way and the two of you walked in silence until you got to his car.

The first ten minutes were silent, all that could be heard was the faint voices on the radio and the tyres of the vehicle moving against the gravel road. Kun smiled to himself as he watched you pull out your phone to distract yourself from the uncomfortable silence.

“y/n do you have a boyfriend ?” He asked a little too casually for your liking.

“No I don't”

“Why is that?” His question made you look up at him, confused as to why he would ask you a question like this after he had already explored most of you just a couple minutes ago.

“Not interested in what this campus has to offer” you shrugged and looked out of the window, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Does your wife know you have a professor student kink?”

Kun clenched his jaw at your words and suddenly pulled into a vacant parking lot of a fast food joint. Before you could say another word Kun wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you in for a rough kiss. It was absolutely tantalizing, the way he tasted, the way his tongue fought with yours but it ended abruptly.

“You're a brat you know that ?” he chuckled dryly, “Jia and I are soon to be divorced, we only do work social activities because It makes a good impression.”

You felt a sense of relief and excitement. Even though it was a pretty fucked up arrangement going on currently, it lifts a burden off your shoulder knowing they will no longer be married.

“Why...me?” you bit down on your lip and looked up at him. Kun softened up and slumped into his seat, running his fingers through his ash blonde hair, “I don't know, the shallow answer is that I find you incredibly attractive”

“What's the other answer ?”

“Look,” Kun turned to face you, “We hardly know each other but I feel an instant connection to you, I tested your morality, which is fucked up, to see if you were like me, someone like me preaching ethics yet borderline fucked up?”

You could tell there was more to it, a personal war with himself especially since he was about to get divorced. Of Course you wished there was more to it but he was probably not ready to get involved with someone especially after years of marriage to then hook up with one of his students at that.

“Mr Qian everyone is fucked up I mean that's why we have to study ethics isn't it ?” you reached out to console him, rubbing his shoulder as he chuckled at your words. Kun leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on your lips,

“How did I come across someone like you y/n..”

“All im saying is I’ll be happy to be your rebound, your play thing whatever you need….Sir”

Kun shifted in his seat as he watched you lift his hand, making him palm your face as you took his thumb into your mouth and sucked on him gently. You heard his muffled curses as he adjusted his pants, trying his best to keep a tent from forming as he felt your tongue swirl around his thumb.

Kun quickly snapped out of the trance you had him in and restarted the car, getting back on the route to your house. You snickered to yourself as you noticed how red his ears were from the ordeal, it was nice being the dominant one for once.

He pulled up to your house and unlocked the car door for you, “I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow, wear a dress for me okay sweetheart ?”

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It was saturday evening and being an obedient student you wore one of your most...accessible dresses. You made it look classy despite the length barely sitting above your knee and topped it off with a glossy makeup finish. Your mom had told you that Minghao wasn't attending tonight and you might get bored from their conversations, little did she know that this might be one thrilling night.

You helped your mom set up the table while your dad organized the drinks and played soft music in the background to set the ambience. Just as you finished the last utensil arrangement you heard the doorbell ring and the butterflies in your stomach had returned.

“Kun good to have you back man” your dad went in for a handshake as Kun and his wife stepped in. Kun was good at playing the innocent professor. The way he greeted you with such poise as if his hand wasn't up your skirt 24 hours ago.

“Let's not get too drunk now shall we, we're driving home this time” Jia tutted as she handed your mom a bottle of wine.

Suddenly the room was filled with a bright light followed by thunder, making you and your mom jump at the loud noise. “Seems like you're not driving home at all buddy” your dad said peering outside as the harsh rain began pouring down, already starting to flood the driveway.

“He’s right, you guys can stay in our spare bedroom for tonight,” your mom added. You and Kun both shared a quick glance before your dad pulled him into another conversation.

“Honey can you make sure the room is set up ?” your mother turned to you and you nodded, smiling politely as Jia thanked you.

By the time you were done with the bedroom you were welcomed by everyone already seated at the dinner table waiting for you. Unsure if it was planned by Kun but your seat was placed right next to him, with Jia at the head of the table conversing with your mom on her opposite end.

Kun poured you a glass of wine and you silently thanked him as your dad continued his intense conversation about whatever he watched on the news network this week. You sighed poking at your potatoes, being bored as your mom predicted you would be until you felt a hand on your thigh.

Keeping your eye focused on your dinner you scooted a little closer to Kun until his hand was able to fully grope your thigh without anyone at the table noticing a thing. You felt the icy cold sensation from his ring as he caressed your skin, not doing anything too drastic since everyone was in close proximity. You inwardly groaned when he eventually pulled his hand away, completely engrossed in the conversation happening between your mom and Jia. As Kun added his piece to the conversation you used the opportunity to do a bit of your own exploring and let your hand slip into his lap.

Kun pressed his lips together as he tried to focus on the chat instead of the hand that was now palming him under the table. You took a sip of your wine as you continued rubbing him through his black trousers, already feeling him get extremely hard under your touch. Until it was getting too much for him to handle, Kun pushed your hand away and excused himself from the table,

“I'm gonna use the bathroom, please excuse me”

“y/n why don't you show Mr Qian where the bathroom is” Your mom said, still chatting along with Jia and your dad.

You sighed and played the good daughter, leading Kun upstairs until the two of you were out of sight. With one swift movement Kun had you against the wall in the hallway, his hand wrapped around your throat and his erection pressed against your abdomen.

“Are you fucking insane ? you want me to fuck you in front of your parents is that it ?” he growled,

“Oh so you can have fun but I can't ?” you rolled your eyes only causing Kun to press into you harder.

“God you're so bratty, I can't wait to teach you a lesson” Kun bit into your neck, sucking until he was satisfied with its purple colour, “I'm going to go downstairs and telling your parents that you went to your bedroom, keep that dress on until I visit your room later tonight understand ?”

“Yes sir.”

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You waited in your room, doing as you were told and even heard your parents, Kun and Jia head upstairs and say their drunken goodnights. The sound of Kun’s voice just outside your door made you squirm in bed, wanting, waiting for him to just show up and have his way with you.

It was around 2am, your eyes were heavy and you sighed as you looked at the time on your desk clock. What were you thinking ? There was no way Kun could pull this off without his wife suspecting him or even your parents hearing someone sneaking around the house. But then again everyone was so damn drunk a criminal could break in and they'd have no idea.

Suddenly your door creaked open and in the darkness you saw a figure creep in, locking the door behind them. You sat up in bed and Kun quickly rushed over, placing a hand over your mouth and brought his lips to your ear,

“You have to be real quiet baby, even with all this rain and thunder, we have to be careful”

You nodded at his words and Kun placed a kiss on your forehead before pulling the covers off your body and switched on your bedside lamp in order to look at your body. He traced his fingers along your legs, over your abdomen and between your breasts until his thumb grazed your lips, parting them slightly.

Taking the hint you sat up and positioned yourself in front of Kun as he began unbuckling his trousers and let them pool around his ankles. You looked up at him as you palmed him through his boxers, watching him throw his head back sighing from the sensation. You pulled down his boxers and licked your lips once getting a full view of his erection, wasting no time in taking him fully into your mouth until he touched the back of your throat.

“Fuck” Kun mumbled softly as you began sucking him off, slowly in order to lessen the noise and to keep him fairly quiet.

Kun tugged on your hair and bit down on his lip watching your saliva drop from your mouth as he pulled out of you. You looked absolutely delicious, all he wanted to do was ruin you.

You stood up facing him until he began kissing you softly, unzipping your dress revealing your white lacy set and giving him his first taste of your naked figure. “You're beautiful” he cooed as he left soft pecks across your neck, especially on the spot where he had marked you earlier on.

Kun removed his shirt and unhooked your bra before pressing your back into your bed and his hips began grinding into yours, slowly, making you feel every part of him as the two of you returned to each other's lips.

“You're such a bad girl you know that” Kun groaned as he slipped his hand into your underwear and rubbed circles with his thumb, making you squirm underneath him.

“Teach me a lesson daddy” you sighed and the nickname made Kun growl into your ear. Kun pulled off your underwear and turned you until you were on all fours. He positioned himself behind you and as he pushed in he clasped down on your mouth and bit down on your shoulder, preventing both of you from moaning too loudly.

Kun’s hips slammed into yours erratically, switching from fast to slow strokes in order to drown out any suspecting sounds.

“I want to ride you daddy” you managed to whisper through his fingers and again Kun caved to the nickname and pulled out, falling onto his back as he awaited your offer. You slowly straddled him and took in his length once more, as Kun sat up, meeting your thrusts and held onto your ass and throat as you rode him as best as you could. Kun felt you tighten around him as you neared your climax and flipped you around until you were underneath him and he was now in control of both of your orgasms.

“Im so close..” you whined as Kun hit your sweet spot repeatedly.

“Me too baby, lets keep it quiet okay I promise I’ll make it up to you soon”

Kun brought you to your climax and he followed quickly after, his sweaty body falling on top of you as he tried to catch his breath. You reached for the covers and Kun turned onto his back and allowed you to cuddle into his chest. You smiled as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and stroked your head,

“Thank you, God I want more, I can't wait for more” he whispered as you giggled,

“I’ll be here, and besides you're going to help me pass ethics right ? “ you pouted. Kun chuckled softly and massaged his temples, “okay how about you study hard and i’ll reward you with whatever you want sweetheart,”

“Deal” you gleamed, “Thank you sir.”

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