#a n d got hooked on works of this certain genre that i never thought i’d have an interest in…

[deus-ex-mona]

preparing to say good bye to 2k23 like

[tteokdoroki]

had it | k.bakugou.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 4.5K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff, comfort.

♡ summary: your pro hero husband is a show off, always has and always will be... but when his big ego gets in the way of you doing your job, you give him little piece of your mind..

♡ warning(s): please read ! mentions of violence, i gave reader a quirk?? bakugou with a daughter ok literally nothing. oh and angst if you squint.

♡ author’s note(s):  hi besties!! happy birthday to meee!! today i’m dropping a fic that’s been a long time coming, its a short and fluffy little piece with domestic baku bc i love him with babies n kids ok ok!! i hope you all have a lovely day <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

some say that working for a pro hero is an honour, no matter what the position is. some may work behind the scenes— creating gear and suits that support the pros protecting their cities or livelihoods. others are in charge of things like reports, PR and even physical health. everyone plays an important role in a hero's career. there’s never a dull moment working in a team supporting the pros, especially if that pro was dynamight.

the offices for katsuki bakugou’s hero agency were always buzzing; usually because the clean up team were rushing through with stacks upon stacks of receipts and paperwork from the damage done during bakugou’s patrols— other times it would be his secretaries gossiping about how good he looks in his winter costume because damn did that tight black shirt do his arms justice but usually it was just because of the PR team contacting media outlets with excuses for bakugou’s potty mouth.

working for the hot headed blonde was more laid back than it seemed however, the man himself was rarely ever in the office as the number two hero but out on missions instead, the pay was pretty decent and no one ever really faced his angry wrath nor his sailor like mouth unless they had royally fucked up on their job. katsuki bakugou was someone to admire, he never gave a damn about what people had to say about him— he only cared about getting the job done and maybe that’s why most people enjoyed their time under the dynamight agency.

particularly this time, right around noon.

the doors to the floor of the secretary offices fly open, crashing loudly against the walls and drawing the staff from their daily work. this office space is around ten floors up and somehow you’ve made it in record time today. “where is he?” your voice crawls through the entrance of the room, settling over the workers like a thick fog— commanding, menacing and soft all at the same time. newbies cower in their boots, confused at what’s going on and it’s safe to presume those who have been working here for years have yet to give them the run down. “don’t make me ask again.” you add, eyes darkening as you cast your gaze across the room.

an intern approaches you, visibly shaking with fear which makes you loosen your stance and raise an eyebrow toward them. “he-uh... he just went for his lunch break—“ the stutter, gulping under the stare of another highly ranked pro hero. “in his...office— ma’am!” they stumble through their words, hiding behind the ungodly amount of paperwork that's been dumped into their hands. you make a mental note to chew bakugou out on the load his interns have been getting as well as your prior reasons for coming to his agency.

nonetheless you shake your head and drop the frown, a sweet smile quickly replacing the look that could put anyone six feet under if you really tried. with a tap to the side of your head, the visor to your hero costume rises above your eyes— allowing you to give the poor little intern a cheeky wink as thanks. “‘ppreciate it darling, have a good one!” you thank them properly with a ruffle to their hair, resuming your previous stance as you march the rest of the way through the office and kick open the door at the end of the room.

the intern sags, a whimper of relief passing from tired lips while they wipe at the sweat forming on their brow. they’d not even encountered their boss yet and they’d already come face to face with a top pro hero. “w-what’s her deal?”

a chuckle to the left of the poor kid startles them out of their mind; but they relax upon realising it’s just another one of dynamight’s secretaries— haruto, who’d apparently been working at the agency since it started up. “that’s nightsky, her quirk is lullaby, which allows her to control certain people if she hits the right note. she can also put them to sleep, if she really wants to,” the intern now perks up, remembering you from countless interviews on tv. you ranked pretty highly too, managing to the reach the top five this year along with others like shoto and deku. “she owns the hero agency across the street, herself and dynamight have been going at it ever since. it’s like they’re elderly lovers or somethin‘.”

“d-do you think they are? lovers like you say?” the intern asks a little too excitedly, touching at their messy hair from where you’d ruffled it. a crimson blush warms their cheeks, the idea of two pros playing enemies to the public eye but being lovers in secret seemed like something right out of a romance novel. how romantic.

haruto only chuckles at the newbie, standing to ruffle their hair as well before heading over to the coffee stand to fix himself a cup. “beats me,” he mumbles cheerily as he walks away, arms crossed behind his head. “but with the way yn bursts in here at the same time everyday to scold bakugou, and leaves with a huge smile on her face— i wouldn’t put it past them. they probably have a whole life together.” he taps his nose once as if he’s given away too much information, turning away without a word.

the intern hums, seemingly happy with their superior’s answer and easily heads back to work from there.

katsuki bakugou was bored out of his mind.

being a successful pro hero was all he’d ever wanted— being the number two pro hero just came with that. bakugou wanted to get to the top and show everyone he was the best of the best and with him being blessed with a powerful quirk there was no way he couldn’t be where he was today. yet, now that he’d finally achieved his dream all he wanted was a fucking break. the blonde stares down at his microwaveable bowl of home cooked stew, a frown cutting deep into his cheeks. it was his lunch break for crying out loud, but instead of scarfing down the delicious meal before him, the hero was forced to watch it cool as some dumb fuck reporter asked him questions over the phone.

the telephone interview ( or a waste of his fucking time, as katsuki had called it ) , had been set up by his PR team right after he’d taken down a couple low level villains downtown earlier this morning. katsuki had called it nothing but apparently the whole world and their mother had been on his ass, watching as he took the criminals down with ease and raving about how glorious dynamight was during that fight. the reporter drones on about said event, asking the same old questions and it takes everything within the hot headed pro not to blow a casket— he’d been promised a few extra days off from his manager if he could finish the interview without blowing something up and only god knew how much katsuki needed a break from dumb paps and some overly obsessive fans.

‘so, final question, how does it feel to be the number two?’

bakugou grunts, buying himself time to formulate an answer. what he really wants to do is kindly tell the reporter to fuck off and ask more original questions; but with the prize of a longer weekend hanging in the balance he bites his tongue for the sake of freedom. “well i—“

“katsuki bakugou.” your voice cuts through his sentence before he can finish, vermillion eyes land on your hero costume clad form as you burst into his office. a lazy smirk now decorates the hero’s lips, brow quirked with piqued interest. “i have a bone to pick with you, you motherfucker.”

the reporter on the other end falls silent as katsuki watches you, leaning back in his plush leather chair. you look slightly disheveled, costume torn in a few places, scrapes littering your skin as you pant heavily from exertion— chest rising and falling with every breath, it seems ragged and bakugou makes a mental note to remind you to get your ribs checked out later. “you’re late, shitty woman.” the number two sits up a little straighter as you enter the room, leaning up to look at you while you slam your hands down on the smooth marble desk— the force rattling the items he has neatly placed on it.

‘uh-? mister...dynamight-? sir?’

your eyes sweep the room while the pro before you deals with the reporter, mentioning to her that they’ll have to continue their call later. in the meantime, you note that katsuki’s office is meticulously clean, not a single book, folder or pen out of place— it’s high up with a perfect view of the city and the large windows allow golden beams of the sun to light up the room. the sound of a phone being placed back on its hook brings you from your thoughts; annoyance settling deep in your veins as you turn to face bakugou again.

“i had it,” you growl lowly, jumping the gun before he can even register what you’ve said. “i’m a grown woman, katsuki, i can handle a couple of criminals myself, you know.”

the blasting hero does nothing but smirk even wider at the irked tone that litters your voice, standing up as well to tower over you. bakugou still wears his own hero costume, considerably in less damage than yours— not a single tear had formed in his suit, mind the small scratches on his face no doubt from his stupid explosions creating some debris. leaning over the desk between you, bakugou uses a forefinger and thumb to tilt your head up, bringing you even closer than before. “clearly y’didn’t sweetheart, or otherwise that icyhot bastard wouldn’t have needed to back you up ‘fore i got there...” his timbre voice sends sparks of electricity through the air in the room, it’s low and gravelly which is enough to send shivers down your spine but you’re not about to let katsuki bakugou know that he makes you flustered— it’d go straight to his head, the cocky bastard.

nonetheless; you roll your eyes at the mention of your old classmate and fellow pro hero— shoto todoroki. yourself and shoto got along fairly well, even back in high school, so it was normal for you to work together from time to time; you both made a great team and your skill set complimented each other’s well. katsuki was just jealous. he never really got along with todoroki like that. “he didn’t back me up, we were working together,” you snap back at the blonde, shaking yourself from bakugou’s grasp and flicking him right between those alluring vermillion eyes. “something you might not be familiar with, mister number two.” bakugou backs away from you completely ( only wincing slightly ), making you smirk in victory. you’ve struck a nerve. deciding to leave the conversation at that, you turn to make your exit as he collapses back into his seat with a deathly scowl and a quiet ‘tch’. “like i said, i had it, dynamight. next time, don’t jump in uninvited.”

happy that you got the last laugh, you open the door to leave his office but pause when a wave of heat hits your back. you should have known, katsuki bakugou was never one to back down from a challenge and you certainly weren’t an exception. well shit. when you turn around to face the blonde, small explosions spark from his right hand and he has some what of a look of a feral pomeranian, blood red eyes full of rage.

you visibly gulp and katsuki growls out his next words with the upmost venom, designed to hurt and cut at your feelings. “well maybe y’sudda let the actual pros handle shit like this,” bakugou begins, voice rising in volume with every syllable that passes his lips. “we both know you’re no good at short distance attacks with your quirk, shitty woman, you couldn’t have taken those villains down without me.” the blonde finishes with a short ‘tsk’, settling the explosions that spark in his palms. now it’s your turn to be pissed. you could handle katsuki’s jealousy, his petty reasoning for joining you on your patrol and taking the credit but bashing you and your quirk? no way in hell would he get away with that.

“bakugou?”

“what? the fuck y’still here for?”

you roll your shoulders, gracing the blonde with a devilish smile as your eyes light up mischievously. “why are you hitting yourself, bakugou?” you sing, hitting just the right notes that will have him under your spell, the tone in your voice as smooth as chocolate. katsuki’s eyes widen in horror and before he can stop himself, his free hand comes up to slap him across the face. that was your quirk, lullaby. you had the ability to sing your way out of any situation— adjusting the tune of your song to control the actions of certain individuals or groups of people. it was near impossible to resist but the more people you used your quirk on, the weaker your control over them was. that doesn’t mean you weren’t going to use it on bakugou from time to time. the blonde tries to fight it, he really does, but he’s no use up against your ability— losing all control of his own body. he grunts on impact, looking bewildered for a moment as he moves to grab his own wrist to stop any impending blows. “not so cocky now, are we dynamight?”

“h-hey!” he stammers, refusing to accept defeat against you. “shitty woman, no fuckin’ fair. you know i can’t use my quirk against you in here.” he was right, while your quirk was poor against short distance attacks ( meaning you had to result to hand to hand combat ), bakugou couldn’t use his own in enclosed spaces without hurting anyone he didn’t want to. especially you, he would never hurt you intentionally unless you were sparring.

“shoulda thought about that before you decided to taunt me, you know better than to piss off your wife, katsu.” you chide, still smiling just as brightly as you were earlier, before taking a seat on his desk and folding one leg over the other. it was quite amusing to watch your husband of four years fight against himself— everyone knew katsuki had an unbelievable amount of strength even without his quirk so he was definitely beating himself up ( literally and figuratively ).

bakugou looks up at you through gritted teeth while he struggles to keep the wrist you have control of down and you almost feel bad for the guy. “turn it off, dammit!” he curses at you, said hand rising above his free one to tug at his own sun kissed locks.

feigning interest in the objects on your lover's desk, you ignore his pleas for you to release him from the holds of your quirk and hum “apologise.”

“f-fuck... fuck y-you.”

you sigh knowingly, picking up a hand crafted paperweight, covered in glitter and sequin stars,  inspecting it carefully. bakugou could hardly ever say the word ‘sorry’, it was just in his nature and he’d been that way since you were young. part of you knows it’s because of how he was treated as a child where people praised him for his quirk. that meant he became prideful yes, thought highly of himself too and struggled to admit when others were right...but he had his own way of apologising— through actions instead of words.

like when you first moved in together and he had broken your favourite mug, instead of saying he was sorry, he spent all night super glueing it back together for you to use in the morning. to him, actions were louder than words but you right now; you were being mean and just wanted to hear him say it.

“fuck fuck, fine. alright. ‘m sorry.” bakugou lets out a strained growl as the hand you control gives a particularly hard yank to his hair. “i’m sorry for lying about your quirk. it’s not shitty…’n ‘m sorry for... barging in on your patrol. again.” you grin, satisfied with his answer and grab the hand he keeps down with his wrist. you press a simple kiss to the skin, making your husband blush as you release your hold over the limb. katsuki shyly yanks it from your grip, rubbing over the area that you’d kissed, shooting his gaze to the side in the process. “jesus shitty woman, if i don’t die from being a hero or of old fucking age, i know for a fact you’ll be the one to kill me first.” he mutters harshly under his breath, but you know he’s only kidding from the way his hands now fall to your thighs and his fingers rub small circles into the exposed skin.

“pro hero nightsky murders number two pro hero dynamight in cold blood!” you joke as if you’re reading a headline in a news article, katsuki only glares up at you— making no effort to curse you out because of your shitty joke, which causes you to frown while leaning  forward to brush some of his hair away from his face. “you know i’m only kidding right? is something wrong? did i come at a bad time?”

it’s only now that you notice the exhausted expression that paints your lover’s face. he’s always up to playing this game with you, at the same time every day— you come to bother him about some trivial matter, tease him a bit and leave with a kiss. but today, you can tell he’s trying to hide something from you. something that bothers him.

bakugou shakes his head, leaning into your touch as you play with his hair— a habit he’d picked up from even before you started dating back in high school, although he’d never admit that to you if you’d asked. “nothin’, just this stupid fuckin’ interview the PR team want me to do about the fight today. the one i took from you,” your husband smirks slightly at the thought and you roll your eyes for what seems like the nine hundredth time that afternoon. “didn’t get to finish my fuckin’ lunch but they promised me a couple days off if i got the interview done.”

“better the number two than me, eh? but don’t worry, i’ll order us some take out tonight,” your suggest, voice coming out as soft and mingling with your slight giggle— a quiet melody to katsuki’s ears. your only reply from him is a grunt, so you stop your fingers in his hair and watch as he scowls up at you. you quickly press a kiss to the explosive hero’s lips, pulling away to reveal his blushing face. you smile, knowing that you’re the only one who can make him flush red like that. “there’s something else bothering you, isn’t there?”

if there’s one thing katsuki bakugou hates, it’s how you read him like an open book. one look at him and it’s like you know exactly how he’s feeling. he can never hide anything from you— sometimes that both pisses him off and reminds him of how much he is loved by you. he hesitates with his words at first but decides to confide in you anyway, knowing that you’ll get it out of him in one way or another. “‘m worried about you, dumbass.” he mumbles, nudging your hand with his head as if to ask you to continue your earlier actions. “i know you had it, yer fuckin’ powerful but you looked so tired in that fight today ‘n i thought something bad was gonna happen to you, y’fuckin’ shitty woman.”

he toys with the tears in your costume now, smoothing over scars from your bumps and scratches as a result of combat. “oh lovebug,” you mumble, cupping his cheeks to make him look up at you. “you know i can handle my own, they just took a lot out of me today. i promise i’ll—“

“that’s not it, fuck,” katsuki cuts you off, brows furrowing deeply as he grabs your wrists— pulling your from his desk and into his lap. he holds you close, burying his nose into your neck as if you’re going to disappear. you sit still, a little shocked by his actions and his quick change of mood, but wrap your arms around him anyway and slowly fall silent. “it's just that...we’re both pros now and at the top of our ranks ‘n we both have a lot to lose.” you instinctively cling tighter to katsuki, mind flickering to the homemade paperweight you’d spotted on his desk earlier... causing your heart clench.

your daughter had made that for him during her time at preschool for fathers day; something your husband cherished with his whole heart, even if the thing was still sticky with glue when he’d gotten it.

katsuki loved taiga more than anything in the world and if something had happened to her because of your line of work, you don’t know what either of you would do. “what if something were to happen to you? or to me? or shit...both of us? who would look after taiga? you know what happens to kids who end up in the fucking system.” bakugou pauses, the same tired expression from earlier now sitting heavily on his face. “i just want you to be careful, stop pushing yourself so much, y’fuckin’ dumbasss. we have a family take care of. it’s not just you and i anymore.”

you nod, grasping onto your lover’s clothes tightly. the air is flooded with a comfortable silence, the pair of you holding one another right the way through it. you treasure moments like this, where the world stops and katsuki shows you another, more vulnerable side to him.

he would never admit or show this to anyone; but he cares , more than he lets on... especially for you and especially for your daughter. he was attentive, paid attention to you and your weaknesses and helped you overcome them. it was something you couldn’t stop loving about him. “i promise to be more careful, for you and for taiga,” you say quietly after he’s done scolding you, brushing your lips against the side of his head in a soft peck. “that must’ve been why jumped in earlier, you were worried about me?”

“somethin’ like that, you crazy woman,,” bakugou whispers, there’s a tinge of fondness to his ruby eyes as you pull away to look at him, his hands settling on your hips while he moves up to press a soft kiss to your awaiting lips. “didn’t want you getting yourself killed.”

you stay with katsuki in the office for a little longer than usual, laying on his chest as he prattles away about everything and anything even though he should be working. you make sure he eats his lunch, despite how cold it is and promise him a boat load of take out when he comes home later— your sweet cuddling session only being cut short by a call from your assistant to tell you that your daughter is ready to be picked up from school. “better finish that interview katsu, taiga’ll be happy to know her daddy’s getting some time off to spend with her soon,” you remind him as you gather yourself together, your husband pouting ( he swears on his life he wasn’t ) from the loss of your warmth in his lap. “she has a lot to tell you.”

the blonde quirks a brow, watching you as you head for the door. “yeah? like what?” a hand comes up to cover your mouth as you giggle at his curious face. sometimes, when you look at katsuki, you could see how much your daughter resembles him, right down to his mannerisms. she had somehow inherited the shape of your nose and the brightness of your smile ( the only reason barely anyone realised bakugou had a kid, he never fucking smiled. ) but the bakugou genes were incredibly strong so there was no way she’d miss out on those crimson eyes and uncontrollable, untameable messy blonde hair.

she even acted like him. a very brazen little girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it, so she had her daddy wrapped around her stubby little fingers.

you grin, eyes sparkling with the same mischief as before. “oh y’know, just her little crush on midoriya’s boy.”

“yer fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”

“i would never joke about such a thing,  just make sure you’re home in time for dinner, number two!” you squeal, dashing out of the office before your husband has time to demand more answers from you. slamming the door shut, you chuckle at the melody of curses that leave your husbands mouth before heading off to pick up your daughter.

on your way, you admit to yourself , that maybe you didn’t have this fight in the bag. but what you did have; was a loving husband, a beautiful daughter and the best life you could have ever imagined.

extended ending:

“so, taiga... daddy hears you have a little... crush on someone.”

you’re in the kitchen, washing the dishes from tonight’s dinner as bakugou wipes tentatively at your little girl’s messy face— she was a poor eater but it’s something you didn’t mind, not when your husband was so soft with cleaning her up. you can see them from where you stand, watching katsuki knowingly.

taiga looks up from the colouring you’d set out for her when she finished up her meal, crimson eyes shining brightly as she fixes her gaze on her father. “mhm mhm!! he’s mister deku’s son! and i’m gonna marry him!”

“no yer not.” bakugou answers simply, looking close to popping a vein.

“why not?”

your husband scoffs, throwing away the tissue he’d used to clean his little girl up before joining her in her colouring. “‘cause daddy says so ‘n boys are gross, especially ones who’s dad’s look like broccoli.” the older ash blonde seems satisfied with his answer, grinning to himself as you dry the dishes with an amused smile.

but taiga isn’t finished, swapping her green crayon for a red one to finish up her drawing. “but you’re a boy...and mommy still married you!”

bakugou pauses, lost for words as taiga continues to colour— humming the theme song from a commercial for some of deku’s merch. you can tell it’s taking everything katsuki’s got not to combust right there on the spot, but he can’t stay mad at taiga for too long, not when she’s describing her wedding and how her daddy is going to walk her down the isle.

setting the dishes to dry and towelling your hands; you smile to yourself as you admire your family. some would say you had it all, and looking at the pair of bakugou’s now, who were you to deny the truth.

[ericsangyeon]

addicted - l.sy

‘He was like fire, she was his igniter. Together they were each other's addictions.”

pairing: sangyeon x female! reader

word count: 7.0k

genre: angst, fluff, suggestive

theme: gang au sorta??

warnings: SMUT!!, profanity, drinking, guns, blood, kidnapping, bang chan and skz are villians

a/n: hey guys! i wanted to try writing a fic bc why not! this is my first tme ever writing smut so be nice. also this was edited many times but there could be mistakes so just bare with me. enjoy it! i worked really hard hehe -t :D

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“Kevin oh my god. I'm not going to that criminal ball.” I roll my eyes at my best friend.

“Pretty please? You can finally meet Jacob! And I'm pretty sure a certain someone wants you there too,” Kevin smirks from the other side of the work area. I stop cleaning the countertops and stare up at him with wide eyes.

Kevin, and his boyfriend Jacob, are members of the underground mafia group TBZ, which never gets brought up when I'm with Kevin because he knows it makes me uncomfortable. That was until Lee Sangyeon came into the picture. Sangyeon is the leader and “big boss” (as Kevin calls him) of TBZ, and has somehow found interest in me. Ever since Kevin brought him into the cafe a month ago during one of my shifts, I kept bumping into him everywhere. From work, to campus, to even near my apartment. He tries to make small talk with me, which I always ignore and keep distance from him. I see him all the time despite wanting to, and I want nothing to do with him…. even though he literally looks and talks like an angel sent from heaven. I'm positive there is some sort of an attraction between the two of us. But don't tell anyone I said that. Lee Sangyeon is hopelessly attractive and I couldn't help myself to have developed a crush on him. If it wasn't for his shady career choice, I would have hooked up with him in an instant.

“How many times do I have to tell you Kevin? I want nothing to do with him,” I cry while Kevin snickers.

“He's not even that bad, he only hurts people who have wronged him” Kevin explains.”But never mind about him, Jacob really wants to meet you and you said you’re free Friday so please, please pl-”

“Fine oh my god.” I huff while Kevin claps, pleased with himself. “One problem, I have nothing to wear.”

“Not to worry about that sweetheart, I got that covered. Just text me your measurements.” Kevin says. I was going to try to argue with him but I knew he would win no matter what, so I just shot him a thumbs up.

“Anyways babes I gotta go to class now. See ya y/n!” Kevin grins, blew me an air kiss which I caught with a small smile, and walked out of the cafe.

I sigh and put the cleaning supplies away. As I went to greet a customer, all I could think was - it's just a ball, with your best friend and his boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

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On Thursday night, as I was getting ready to make dinner, there was a knock on my apartment door. I went to answer it, but found no one there when I opened it. Instead, a white box with a small bag on top, both had my name on it. “Oh yes.” I thought to myself. “The criminal ball.”

I grabbed both items and brought them to my room to open them. I unsecure the first box to be greeted to white tissue paper and a note on top, which I pick up and read the writing.

“This colour will look ravishing on you. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

Or at least that's what I thought it said. It was written in a script that I had never seen before, and it certainly wasn't Kevin’s handwriting. Maybe Jacob’s? I put the note aside and unwrap the tissue paper to take out the dress and my jaw drops. I pull out a ball gown that was wine red and had a lace strapless top with a semi-poofy skirt attached. Below it were gold open toed high heels. I laid everything down on my bed and reached for the small bag that was on top. Without checking first, I pull out what was in that bag and gasp. In my hands is a beautiful gold mask with black silk fabric to wrap around my eyes. Fuck. Kevin never mentioned it being a masquerade ball? Now I have a higher chance of running into Lee Sangyeon since I probably won’t be able to tell who's who.

I send Kevin a quick text saying thank you for the dress, cursing him out for not telling me that piece of info. To finish my day, I made my dinner and went to bed early.

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Friday night at 6:45pm, found me applying my last coat of lipstick as I stood up from my vanity chair. Staring back at me in the mirror was a completely different person. I loosely curled my long straight hair so it was falling down my back in waves. My makeup was not too heavy, yet not too light. My eyeshadow was a nude colour to contrast with my mask, as well as my lipstick was wine red to match my gown. The dress and shoes fit me perfectly (thanks Kevin), as well as the finishing touch, the gold mask.

My phone beeps and I looked down to see a text that the car Kevin sent for me was here, so I grabbed my phone and clutch and locked up my apartment. “Goodbye bed, I’ll see you later tonight.” I thought to myself, smirking.

The car waiting for me downstairs was gorgeous and sleek, and when I entered the back seat, the driver tipped his hat at me and we were on our way.

After driving 20 mins out of the city, the driver turns onto a single sided road where in the distance, I could see a huge house with bright lights shining.

“Oh my god.” I whispered to myself as the driver pulled up to a mansion - no - castle with a staircase leading to the entrance. The car stops and I could feel myself start to get nauseous. The driver came to open my door, lending me a hand so I could get out of the car safely.

“Have a great evening, Miss y/n.”

“Thank you, I do hope so.” I smile softly as I turned to walk up the staircase on this warm June evening.

As I was walking in the big hallway that led to what I'm guessing is the ballroom, I went over my rules for tonight. 1) Don't trip 2) stay with Kevin 3) avoid Sangyeon at all costs.

But of course, when the guards opened the big double doors for me to enter, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I walked further into the room. I see someone come forward from the crowd of people and my eyes go wide because I know it is not Kevin or Jacob.

Lee Sangyeon is walking towards me like he had been waiting for this moment, and there was nothing I could do about it.

He looks amazing of course, like a walking marble statue that came to life. His light brown hair was pushed back to reveal his amazing eyebrows and smirking lips and he was dressed in a black velvet suit that was so low cut that I could see a glimpse of his defined pecs. He wore a black velvet mask over his brown eyes. Sangyeon had me very much weak at the knees right now so thank god everyone went back to minding their own business.

“Y/n! I'm so glad you could make it.” He smiles at me. That goddamn smile. “You look exquisite.” Sangyeon said to me as he reached down, grabs my hand and softly kisses it while staring at me.

My breath hitches. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” I softly smile at him. “Now excuse me,” I whisper, attempting to create some distance. But his hand on mine got tighter.  “May I have this dance?” Sangyeon asks. I nod my head, not sure what took over me. He softly smiles at me and leads me toward the dance floor, where other couples are dancing already. As we were nearing the dance floor, I felt myself trip over my gown. Before I could faceplant with the floor, rough hands were on my waist pulling me up.

“Be careful y/n.” Sangyeon chuckles and I thought I would throw up on his designer shoes.

He puts my hands on his neck and grabs my waist to pull me close to him. Sangyeon starts to sway me back and forth, eyes never leaving mine. As we danced for a few minutes, I felt his thumb lightly brush against my hip bone and I saw him slightly leaning his face towards mine. I finally jumped out of the trance he put me in and unwrapped my arms from his neck.

“I can’t do this. Excuse me.” I told Sangyeon as I brushed past him, leaving him on the dancefloor alone.

I speed walk over to the bar and spot a familiar black head of curls standing with a brunette boy wearing a similar tux.

“Where have you been, asshole?” I yell behind Kevin, making him jump and then smile at me.

“Hey y/n you made it! Meet Jacob, my boyfriend.” He gestures towards the man next to him wearing the same mask.

“Nice to meet you, Jacob. Kev, I'm getting a drink and then calling a cab to leave. I can’t be here.” I say while looking around.

Before Kevin could say anything back, I turned my back to him and ordered red wine from the nearest bartender. I sigh and drink my wine and look over at the guy who is standing next to me.

“Rough night?’ He smiles at me.

“You could say that.” I smile back as I drank more of my wine.

He chuckles and extends his hand to me.”I’m Bang Chan.”

“Y/n.” I shake his hand back.

His smile faded once I said my name.”You’re Lee’s girl?”

I stare wide eyed at him. “I'm who's girl??”

Before he could answer me, a body was standing between us. Sangyeon.

“Piss off Bang, she's mine.” Sangyeon growls at him.

“Excuse me?” I said but no one seems to hear me.

“Chill out Lee, I was just getting to know her, but I’ll leave.” Bang Chan waves bye to me behind Sangyeon’s back and walks away.

Sangyeon turned around and looked at me, his defined jaw clenching tightly.

“Y/n, we are leaving.” He states.

“I am not going anywhere with you!” I yell back while a muscle in his jaw twitches as he clenches  his hands into a fist.

“Y/n. I suggest you go with him before he tries to shoot someone, because he will.” Kevin appears and says behind me, squeezing my shoulder. I just nod my head at Sangyeon. Kevin would never put me in danger. Right?

Before I could even say bye, Sangyeon grabs my hand and is leading me out the ballroom door, out of the castle and towards his car.

He opens the passenger seat car door for me. “Get in.” He says to me. I glare at him as I get in slowly.

Sangyeon shuts the door and walks over to the driver side, gets in, takes his mask off, and starts the car without even saying anything. And we are off to god knows where.

The entire drive was silent. Sangyeon is gripping the wheel tightly, rough fingers scattered with rings turning white. I'm too scared to move, only moving my hands to remove my mask and my heels that were starting to hurt my feet.

20 minutes later, we are back in the city and Sangyeon is pulling into a parking garage surrounded by guards. He pulls into a parking spot, and leaves the car after stopping it. I open the car door to follow him, barefoot and all.

In the elevator I kept trying to glance over at Sangyeon, but he’s looking straight ahead, defined jaw still clenched. The elevator door opens and I gasp. I walk out behind Sangyeon to see a beautiful penthouse common area surrounded by glass windows overlooking the city night sky.

Before I could even admire the place and the city lights that surrounded the room, my back is being pushed against a hard wall to face a livid Sangyeon. He grabs  my wrists and leans in.

“How dare you talk to other men, especially him.” Sangyeon growls in my ear. “You’re mine.”

I stare at him in disbelief as he faces me again. “I-I will never be yours. You can't tell me what to do.”

A smirk slowly appears on his face. “Oh yeah? We will see about that, princess.”

Before I could even think of a witty response back, Sangyeon grabbed my face and his lips were on mine, and I felt my tough interior crumble as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him even closer, bodies touching.

He kisses me again. And again. Like he is possessing me. And it was working as I kissed him back hard. “You are mine” Sangyeon whispers against my lips. “No one else’s.” Sangyeon starts kissing down my neck, lightly sucking on certain parts, while I’m biting my lip trying to hold back my moans. It felt so goddamn good, but I'm stubborn and didn't want him to have the upper hand. Sangyeon sucks hard on the crook of my neck, making me release my lips and moan as I feel him smirk against my neck. He won, I lost and now I am melting into his touch.

Sangyeon kisses my shoulders and exposed collarbones, stops and chuckles into the crook of my neck.

“You know I picked this dress for you. Not Kevin.” he says while unzipping my gown.

“What?” I whisper, shocked.

“You heard me.” Then my dress is on the ground, leaving me in just my black strapless bra and panties.  Sangyeon is staring at my body with lust covered eyes as I just stare back at him, both of us breathing heavily, a boner starting to appear in his velvet suit pants.

“Wow, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He says quickly before kissing me again hard on the lips, shoving each other's tongues deep inside our mouths.

“Jump” He mumbles against my mouth and I obey, wrapping my legs around him as he carries me to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss.

When we enter his room, he lays me down softly on the huge mattress and proceeds to take my bra off, leaving me topless.

“God, these tits.” I hear him growl as I hiss at the cold air hitting my bare breasts, but the hissing quickly turns into moans as Sangyeon takes my right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it while playing with the other one using his hand.

“Fuck.” I moan loudly, mouth parting.

After rotating, sucking and playing with my breasts, Sangyeon removes his mouth from my nipple and starts to kiss down my stomach, inching towards my panties.

“You're such a good girl for me.” He coos on my stomach as I moan and squirm. Sangyeon brushes his fingers lightly against the fabric of my panties and looks up at me and mouths “you sure?” I nod my head back. He smiles before removing my panties with his teeth. I am now bare naked in front of a fully clothed Lee Sangyeon.

Sangyeon positions himself right in front of my pussy and spreads my legs open as I gasp and watch him lean down. He kisses and sucks on both my thighs, guaranteeing hickeys in those spots later on.

“You’re so fucking ethereal, Y/n.” Sangyeon mumbles and kisses the tops of my thighs softly, and before I could even think, his mouth was on my clit and I scream.

“FUCK Sangyeon oh my god!” I arch my back and moan loud as he licks into my clit.

“So wet me for me already.” He murmurs against my pussy.

He starts to suck and kiss my clit and I can’t breathe. I could feel his tongue exploring my entire pussy, eating it up as if it was his favorite food. My hands found his soft light brown hair and as I ran my hands through it, he sucked on my clit even harder. After for what seemed like seconds, Sangyeon comes up for air and proceeds to put a finger slowly in my hole, pumping in and out.

“You tasted so good, I can’t wait to see how you take my fingers and then my cock.” Sangyeon rasps out as he adds another finger as I'm a moaning mess below him.

“FUCK! Im gonna-” “Cum for me babygirl.” He says while pumping his fingers faster. I arch my back and scream his name while I cum onto his rough digits. He removes them from my pussy and sucks on the juices that got on them.

“Tastes so sweet.” He says while licking his fingers clean and staring directly at my hooded eyes and parted mouth.

Before I can even catch my breath, his lips are on mine quickly, stands up from the bed and unbuttons his blazer, revealing his amazing toned upper body and taking off his pants and boxers, cock slapping against his abs. He was huge, I gulp knowing that that's going to be inside me soon.

“I'm on the pill!” I hear myself blurt out. Sangyeon chuckles at that.

“Good to know y/n.” He says with a smile while running a hand through his hair before positioning himself over my body, hands on each side of me and aligning his cock with my hole.

“This is gonna hurt.” I thought to myself, since the last time I had sex was high school and it was awful to say the least.

Sangyeon starts to slide his dick in slowly and I can’t breathe again.

“Fuck. You're such a tight baby girl.” He rasps out as I let out a string of curses.

Sangyon thrusts into me slowly at first, but when he realizes i'm no longer screaming and just moaning, he removes his cock and slams it back into me hard and fast, which makes me lose my mind. He swears under his breath a few times before he speeds up the movements. I wrap my arms and legs around him, leaving scratches on his back as he leans closer to me and touches his forehead with mine.

“You're so beautiful sprawled out like this under me princess.” he growls into my ear as he thrusts even harder into my pussy, making both of us swear and moan each other's names as I move my hands from his back to his hair and he moves his to play with my nipples.

Between Sangyeon pinching my nipples and his cock tearing me open, the pleasure flowing through right now is something I have never felt before.

“Shit y/n!” Sangyeon grunts and thrusts hard once more into my pussy and pulls his dick out and uses his right hand to pump out his orgasm all over my stomach. His other hand reaches down to rub my clit in circles while kissing my neck and leaving more hickeys to help ride out my second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck Sangyeon!” I scream as I release all over his fingers once again. He licks it up again and mumbles “so sweet princess.” while looking at my dilated pupils.

He gets off me and rolls over so that he's beside my overstimulated body but head is tilted towards my direction.

“Are you okay?” Sangyeon asks me, concerned eyes looking over my shaking body that's struggling to even look at where he is.

“I'm amazing.” I respond back softly, him sighing in relief as he strokes my cheek with his knuckle.

“I've wanted to do this for so long.” He whispers and smiles softly at me.

“Me too.” I whisper back smiling as he kisses my lips softly and jumps out of bed, and runs into the connected bathroom fully naked leaving me alone in his huge bed, body paralyzed.

Sangyeon returns with a washcloth and a bowl of warm water and moves my shaking body so I'm lying on his leg while he dips the cloth in the water and starts to clean me up.

“You did so well for me. You were so beautiful when you came. So beautiful for me.” He murmurs to me fondly, rubbing the cloth over my body tenderly as I'm falling in and out of slumber. As I fall asleep, Sangyeon gets into bed next to me and tucks us both in. He kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around my waist and I rest my head on his chest.

“What a night.” I think to myself before dozing off in Sangyeons strong arms, moonlight shining through the huge windows.

Tomorrow is a new day, where we decide what happens next. But one thing's for sure.

I am addicted to Lee Sangyeon.

~

Light shines through the windows as I open my eyes to an unfamiliar surrounding, and then it hits me. I had mindblowing sex with Lee Sangyeon and now I am lying naked, tangled in his bedsheets. I feel an arm loosely draped around my bare waist. As I sigh and glance over next to me, I find Sangyeon lying on his side, staring at me with fond eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He whispers to me in his deep morning voice. Swoon.

“Good morning, handsome.” I whisper back to him with a smile on my face.

I untangle myself from his arm, and attach my lips softly to his. Sangyeon does not react at first, but proceeds to kiss me back softly and full of tenderness as he cups my face into his hands. I break the kiss and lay my head on his bare chest.

“Last night was amazing.” Sangyeon murmurs into my hair and kisses my temple as I nod back.

Oh fuck, I just remembered. I sat up and faced the man with wide eyes.

“What's wrong baby?” Sangyeon asks, genuinely concerned.

“Fuck, what do I tell Kevin?” I gape at him.

Sangyeon chuckles loudly, eyes crinkling as he grabs my waist and pulls me down towards him. He tickles me, making me laugh.

After lying in bed for what seemed like hours and just talking, Sangyeon reaches over to the night table next to him. He grabs his phone and starts to furiously type as I just stare at his fingers flying across the screen.

“I told Jacob he is in charge over at the house this weekend, which means I get to spend it all with you.” He says as he puts his phone back down. Apparently, now I was spending the weekend at Sangyeon’s luxury penthouse. Good thing I didn’t have work this weekend.

After taking a shower in Sangyeon’s massive ensuite bathroom (and looking at myself in the mirror, in shock at the sight of my hickeys across my body), I changed into the clothes he left me, which seems to be his boxers and a blue and pink pullover sweater. I walk out of the bedroom towards the kitchen to find a very shirtless Sangyeon putting waffles on the island counter. He briefly explained to me earlier that he sent all his staff home, including his cooks, so it could just be us in the penthouse.

“Wow, waffles? You really know the way to a girl's heart.” I say amused as I take a seat on one of the island chairs.

He laughs loud and leans over the island, arms resting on the counter. “It's one of the only things I know how to make, so expect take out the rest of the weekend.” Sangyeon says with a smile on his beautiful face as I wolfed down the waffles in front of me.

“One day I’ll teach you how to cook.” I wink at him.

Sangyeon grabs my hand softly and rubs his thumb over my knuckles and kisses them softly. “I would love that, y/n.” He says with a smile on his face.

The rest of the day is spent just relaxing. Sangyeon shows me around his penthouse, from his impressive indoor gym to his walk in closet in which he implies that will once be mine as well. I ignore his comment. Afterwards, he shows me the tv room where a massive flat screen was attached to the wall and asks me to pick a movie, which I pick The Notebook.

“Really y/n?” Sangyeon rolls his eyes as he sets the movie up.

“Yes Sangyeon really. Now come sit here and enjoy.” I respond as I pat the spot on the leather couch next to me.

After the movie, and laughing at an almost crying Sangyeon, I go to retrieve my phone from my clutch to find 15 missed calls from Kevin.

“Oh good! He didn't kill you!” Kevin cries in my ear after picking up after the first ring.

“Yes Kev, I'm totally fine.” I respond quietly.

“Did you guys fuck?” Kevin asks and when I don’t respond, he screams into the phone, which makes me cringe and move the device away from my ear.

“OMG I KNEW IT YOU HAVE TO TELL ME EVERYTHING! WAS HIS DICK AS BIG AS JACOB AND I THOUGHT?” He yells into the phone as I softly chuckle and proceeds to tell everything to a panicking Kevin.

“Holy shit. I owe Eric $50.” Kevin sighs into the phone after I explained everything to him.

“You were betting on me? Anyways I don't even wanna know.” I say annoyed.

“Are you guys like a thing now?” He asks me.

“I'm not entirely sure.” I reply unsure.

“Well no matter what, I support you sweetcheeks.” Kevin assures.

I snort. “Thanks Kev, right back at you. Gotta go now eat dinner, I'll update you later.”

Kevin laughs. “Enjoy Sangyeons big d-” I hung up on him.

That night found Sangyeon and I, fully clothed, cuddled in bed and holding each other, just listening to each other's heartbeat and making small talk.

“Sangyeon, how did you become the leader of TBZ?” I asked, looking up at him from where my head was on his chest.

He sighs and looks straight ahead. “For generations, a Lee has always led the gang, no matter what. It was between my cousins and myself, but my elders picked me, as my dad was the former leader before he passed and I've always been a leader, even since I was a young boy,” Sangyeon replies.

“I’m so sorry.” I say to him. He smiles softly and kisses my cheek.

“Don’t worry about me princess. Tell me, what are you studying?” He asks me.

“I'm studying childhood studies and english lit  so after I graduate I can enroll in a teachers college. I wanna be an elementary school teacher.” I answer him proudly.

Sangyeon smiles at me fondly. “You will be an amazing teacher.” He says while stroking my face with his hands. He kisses me softly as I melt into his touch.

After not being so sure about Sangyeon, I have come to realize how amazing he is. I can feel myself starting to like him more and more each day.

I am his and he is mine and in the end, it's him and I.

~

Months pass, and Sangyeon and I can’t get enough of each other. Everyday when I finish my shift at work, he picks me up and we either go to his place or mine to have dinner. Last week I even taught him how to boil pasta! But, sometimes we don’t even make it to dinner because I end up riding him in the back of his luxury car. Whoops.

One day while we were lying in bed after having sex, I sat up.

“Wait Sangyeon, what are we?” I asked him, facing where he was lying on his back.

Sangyeon sat up next to me.  “Well y/n, I'm extremely fond of you and think you are the most intelligent and beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on, and I wish to give you nothing but happiness and satisfaction. I would love nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend,” He says to me, a glimmer in his eyes.

I stare at him, shocked because no one has ever said anything like this to me, and then I felt myself smile at him as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“Yes Lee Sangyeon, I will be your girlfriend. I will be yours.”

He smiles wide back at me. “Then you are all mine.” He whispers back as he connects his lips with mine for a passionate kiss.

Kevin thinks it’s hilarious that I wear more turtlenecks more often, which always makes me turn beet red. Because when Sangyeon and I have sex, he doesn’t just bite, he chews on my body like a fucking dog (“Doesnt it feel so good though?” “Kevin I swear to god.”) I have also gotten to meet Sangyeon’s entire gang, made up of 11 men including himself, and watching Sangyeon speak to them so confidently and leader-like makes my heart flutter. Yeah, I definitely think I’ve fallen in love with Lee Sangyeon.

A rainy Thursday afternoon found me finishing up my shift at work, getting ready to close the cafe as the only employee left. Sangyeon had texted me earlier saying he couldn't pick me up today due to an important meeting, so I was stuck walking home alone. Which was fine with me since my apartment was only a ten minute walk from the cafe.

As I was locking up the cafe doors, I heard a car engine behind me. I turned around smiling, expecting to see Sangyeon, but my smile faded, when the window opened and Bang Chan was in the passenger seat, pointing a gun at me.

“Y/n. Get in the car right now so no one gets hurt.” He commands me in a monotone voice.

“Never.” I sneer back at him and start to back away from the car.

“Fine. Guess we are doing this the hard way.” He replies.

Before I could sprint away, someone appeared behind me, put a cloth to my mouth and grabbed my waist. As the world around me went black, all I could think was, “Lee Sangyeon is going to murder you for stealing his girl.”

Blood. Blood is dripping from a gash in my forehead when I regain consciousness. I look around frantically to find myself in what looked like an abandoned warehouse with my hands and legs tied together with heavy rope.

“Help!” I scream loudly, but that did not do anything for my situation. Instead, Bang Chan enters with another man holding a rifle and I feel another scream forming in my throat. The rope tied around my hands and legs were digging into my flesh and I could feel blood emerging from them.

“Ah y/n! Lee’s playtoy! Glad to see you awake!” Bang Chan claps and smiles at me wickedly while I just glare back.

“TBZ knows you're with us sweetheart.” He says. “We told them it's either you or the money.”

My mouth opens and then closes. “What money? I swear I don't know anything, he never tells me about his work,” I cry to him.

“LIES!” Bang Chan screams. “Han. Go get her.” The other man - Han - walks over to me, ignites the rifle and puts it against my head hard. I start to cry even harder and squirm in my spot even though I feel the rope burning getting worse.

“We are going to try this again y/n. Where is the money?” Bang Chan yells into my face. I spat at him and Han forced the gun to my already bleeding forehead harder.

“I'm done. Shoot her.” Bang Chan shouts.

“No, please don't shoot!” I cry, knowing nothing will make a difference.

As I felt Han press down on the trigger, I stop thrashing and sat still. At this point, there was nothing I could do to stop this myself.

Lee Sangyeon, don't forget about me.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!” A familiar voice yells behind Bang Chan.

I wail loud with my last bit of strength I had.  “Help m-” BOOM!

Around me, I see the building collapse, rubble hitting my head as it knocks me over. Gunshots were loud and clear although my ears were ringing loud.

The last thing I remember before blacking out again were strong arms pulling me out of rubble.

Beeping. White ceiling. That is what I see and hear when I finally regain consciousness again. Looking around the plain room, I can see that I’m in a hospital bed. There is a bandage on my head and I can feel both my wrists and feet bandaged tightly, as well as an IV in my right arm. I move my head to the right slowly to the hallway window and see guards are positioned outside the hospital room. “Anything for Lee Sangyeon’s girl.” I think to myself and chuckle.

Wait. Sangyeon. Where is he? Is he alive?

“Hey sweet cheeks.” I hear a voice from the other side of the room. I slowly turn my head to see Kevin standing up from the couch that is in front of my bed and smiling at me.

“I'm glad you're okay. You woke up earlier than the doctors thought. You don’t have to worry about the Stray Kids gang anymore. They all died in the explosion.” He explains to me.

I nod my head slowly.

“Sangyeon. Where is Sangyeon?” I rasp out to Kevin.

Kevin softly smirks and shakes his head at the ground. “He's okay, he was here a few minutes ago, he hasn’t left your side in days. I’ll go get him, he's just getting his bandages touched up. He got injured in the explosion while pulling you out of the rubble.” Kevin tells me as I feel tears in my eyes. He would’ve sacrificed himself to save my life.

After patting my head softly, Kevin left the room to get Sangyeon, leaving me alone crying softly.

“Y/n.” I gasp and sit up and look towards the door, where the love of my life, Lee Sangyeon is standing with white bandages on his left arm and tears streaming down his scratched up, but beautiful face. Seeing him standing in front of me, makes me cry even harder. Without saying anything, I rip the IV out of my arm, slide out of the bed and jump into Sangyeons arms, and engulf him in a hug, which he gladly returns.

“I thought I lost you.” I cry into his shoulder as he sits down on the bed with me on his lap. I move my head to stare into his beautiful eyes, that still have his usual shimmer, even after all that has happened. “You'll never lose me.” He whispers fondly as he cups my face in his hands and wipes away my tears softly with his right thumb.

Sangyeon held me like I was a broken doll, fragile but sweet. He whispered sorry to me over and over again, which I quickly shushed and ran a bandaged hand through his soft brown hair.

“I love you so much.” I say to him, grabbing his neck softly and pulling him towards me.

“I love you more princess.” He says while smiling wide at me, which made me smile back at him as we connected foreheads.

~

“God Sangyeon. Go take a shower you stink.” I say to him as we enter his penthouse after being in the hospital for days, which ended with the doctor clearing both of us. I got the bandages on my head, hands, and feet, and he got his bandages removed.

“And you don’t smell y/n?” He smirks at me as I scoff. “Shower with me.” He says, eyes darkening as my breath hitches.

“Okay.” I nod, and we are on our way to his huge ensuite bathroom.

We both strip out of our dirty clothes and get into the massive glass shower, me going in first with Sangyeon following.

I watch him pump the liquid from the shampoo bottle into his hands, and lather the shampoo into my hair as he stands behind me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/n” Sangyeon tells me as I lean my back into his chest. His hands lightly trace my body, lingering on my lower stomach and my breasts. I could feel his erection growing, and being the little greedy bitch I am, I grind down on it slowly. All of a sudden, he turns me around and attaches his lips to mine hard, and we are both caught in a rough make out session. He breaks the kiss and stares at me with lust clouded eyes.

“Are you gonna take care of this princess?” Sangyeon asks me while his eyes are motioning to his cock.

“Yes Sir.” I reply, not sure where that came from, as he pushes my shoulders down lightly and I feel myself fall to my knees.

Without thinking, I grab his hard cock with my hands and pump it a few times.I licked the slit tasting the precum that had come out, before sinking my mouth down his shaft softly, making him swear under his breath.

“Fuck you’re such a good girl. You suck my cock so well.” He hisses while grabbing my hair and guiding my head back and forth while I lap up his precum. He guides my head so that I swallow his cock and I gag on it a bit, which makes him growl loudly. My watering eyes glanced up at Sangyeon to see his head tilted back, mouth open partially.

“Fuck y/n I’m gonna cum. Gonna dirty up that hot mouth of yours.” Sangyeon rasps out as I feel his hot cum go down my throat as he rides out his orgasm. I release myself from his dripping cock and swallow the cum that had landed in my mouth.

“Fuck y/n. Princess. You're so good at that.” He cooes at me while helping me stand up and kisses me quickly and firmly on the mouth.

“Do I get something for being good, Sir?” I ask him while batting my eyes together, trying to pout as much as I could.

“That depends, what do you want? You want me to fuck you in this shower until you can't walk” He asks me loudly.

“God yes!” I answer him. Sangyeon picks me up like I weigh nothing as I wrap my legs and arms around his broad body.

“FUCK!” I scream as Sangyeon slams his cock into my pussy without any warning.

“You’re so fucking tight, shit.” Sangyeon curses under his breath.

I moan like crazy as Sangyeon fucks me hard, every thrust hitting my g-spot.

“You feel so good y/n. Your tight pussy feels amazing around my cock.” He rasps out before sucking on my jaw, making me arch my back and moan. I could feel my orgasm coming already. Sangyeon is a sex god and he knew how to have me cumming within seconds.

“I'm gonna cum in you, y/n, ok? I want you to feel my hot cum inside of you.” He growls in my ear as I loudly moan. I couldn't even answer him, I just nodded my head while leaving scratches on his back.

“FUCK!” We both scream and cum at the same time, I shudder feeling Sangyeons hot load entering my pussy. He drops his head onto my shoulder, whispering praise in my ear as I'm shaking in his arms. Both of us panting and sweating, even underneath the water. When he pulls his cock out, his cum and my cum is dripping fast out of my pussy. Sangyeon puts me down but I start to fall over, so he catches me and starts to snicker.

“Well I guess we have to take a real shower now and clean ourselves up.” He says amusingly as I roll my eyes and smack his chest as he laughs.

~

June 2021, I finally graduate college! As my name is being called, shouts and cheers come from the audience as I look and see the entire TBZ gang jumping up and down. My smile grows even bigger when I'm shaking the headmaster's hand and see Sangyeon, my boyfriend of one year, in the audience holding a bouquet of red roses with a huge proud smile on his face. After enrolling in teacher’s college and officially moving in with Sangyeon, Kevin announces to everyone over a gang family dinner that he and Jacob are getting married, and that I'm his best person, which makes the whole gang erupt in chaos. Sangyeon has to calm everyone down, and congratulates the happy couple fondly, knowing that everyone will be as supportive when he finally asks his best girl to marry him.

Two months later I found myself at the MoonBae wedding. During the reception, Kevin calls all the non-married men and women to the dance floor so he can throw the bouquet. What shocks everyone the most is when I catch it, making Kevin and Jacob both scream and tackle me in a hug. Sangyeon chokes on his glass of scotch and turns purple watching the whole event unfold.

Sangyeon proposes to me one quiet night four months after Kevin and Jacob’s wedding as we are both drinking wine and watching the sunset on his penthouse balcony.

“Y/n, You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.” He says to me with tears in eyes as he gets down on one knee. “Will you marry me?” Sangyeon asks.

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you. ” I answer him crying.

Sangyeon smiles wide at me and picks me up and spins me around before kissing me passionately.

“I love you so much y/n l/n.”

“I love you more Lee Sangyeon.”

“You’re mine forever.”

“And I'm yours.”

well i hope you enjoyed! sorry if it was bad or rushed again it was my first time hehe

stream breaking dawn and support tbz on kingdom :D

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road to your heart; l.jn

anon requested;  could i request a jeno fluff blurb?🥺 it could be about anything you want!

↬ pairing; lee jeno x reader

↬ genre; fluff, a whole lotta fluff

↬ word count; 1.7k+

↬ summary; jeno is supposed to bring you lunch, but he’s a bit lost.

↬ a/n; this is my 500th post :) also the way i placed heart bothers me but I already did it and editing took so long (more like me just staring at jeno’s face for half the day before deciding that I couldn’t edit him in),, just like don’t look at it (perhaps one day I’ll fix it). anyways, happy reading <3

“Hello, this is-”

“I’m lost.” 

You were silent for a moment. “But you can use google maps?” 

“That’s not helpful.”

You made a face, “What-”

“Trust me, I tried,” he defended. 

You stared at the stack of papers on your desk and the unfinished excel sheet on your computer. ‘It’s due by the end of the day’ your boss had warned, giving you a thick file. ‘Hey, you don’t mind doing this for me, right?’ your coworker shrugged, sliding more papers onto your desk. ‘I was wondering if you were finished with the sheet yet,’ the intern sheepishly asked. So many things to do and your husband with the worst sense of direction just had to get lost now?

“Where are you?” you murmured.

“I’m near the gym.”

“That’s very helpful,” you deadpanned.

“The one where we first met.”

You wanted some frozen yogurt. Was it the best idea? Maybe not. You sped up the treadmill, turning your gaze away from the empty cafe calling your name.

“Ignore the urge,” you told yourself, adding even more speed to the treadmill. However, you looked back at the blinking open sign, unaware of the way a certain pink haired boy who stared in your direction.

“Are they looking?” Jeno asked, swinging another right hook at the punching bag.

Jaemin, who held the bag, followed your line of sight. He didn’t think you were looking at Jeno. “uhm, yeah, they are,” Jaemin lied.

Jeno stopped and looked at you, “Really?” His eyes widened when he saw you walking towards him. He felt his heart speed up, nervousness crawling up his throat. “What do I say?” he panicked.

“Hey-” You didn’t pay him any mind, walking right past him as your hands tapped into your pocket for your rewards card. 

Jaemin bursted out laughing as Jeno stood there in confusion and embarrassment. He then hit his friend on the shoulder, “You told me they were looking!”

“Yeah, they were looking,” Jaemin whined, rubbing the sore spot, “they were looking at the frozen yogurt sign.”

Jeno stared disdainfully at the pink haired boy. “You knew what I meant!”

Jaemin rolled his eyes, “Just go offer to buy them yogurt stupid!”

“Nana was quite a wingman,” you mused, remembering how the pink haired boy approached you, pulling a shy, sweaty Jeno from behind him.

“I guess I’m thankful for him,” your husband muttered.

You chuckled, “Make sure to turn right when you see that green building with those chandeliers that shine through the tinted windows.”

“Wait, didn’t we have our first date there?”

He pulled the seat out for you.

The two of you sat in silence. He didn’t know what to say and he wasn’t sure if he was flabbergasted from the prices of a single dish or just how stunning you looked in your outfit. He decided on the latter and let the compliment slip from his lips. You smiled appreciatively at him muttering a quiet, ‘thank you’ before hiding behind the menu. 

You tried not to cry out about the prices displayed to your eyes. You would’ve been just fine going down to the cafe down the street. Your friend worked there and could surely give you a discount.

At the same time, the two of you placed down your menus.

“I was-”

“Do you-”

The both of you chuckled and said at the same time, “You go first.”

He gestured towards you, “Please, I insist.”

You shook your head, “I don’t mind.”

For a moment the two of you stared at each other, gazes locked and waiting for the other to break. 

“Are you ready to order?” the waiter interrupted, standing by the table with a courteous smile.

“A few more minutes, please,” Jeno politely told him. With a nod, the waiter left. Once the guy was out of sight Jeno sighed, “I heard the cafe down the street is pretty good. What do you say we leave this place?”

“What was his name, Mark?” Jeno hummed, “his latte was pretty cool, and he gave it for free. Didn’t he also give us that cake half off?”

“Yeah, I’m sure our total was the price of one dish at that other place,” you snorted, voice getting a little louder.

“You make fun of that place, but I proposed to you there,” Jeno reminded.

You beamed at the ring on your finger, “I know. Everyone got a free meal that day because you fooled them into thinking that they mixed up the ring in the wrong plate of food.”

Jeno laughed, “I genuinely thought they did. Just turns out I never gave it to them.”

“You’re an idiot,” you smiled, rolling your eyes at the memory of the fretful faces of the restaurant staff.

“Your idiot, yes,” he cheekily grinned.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, although he couldn’t see you, “two miles down, you’ll make a left and you’ll pass by the furniture store.”

“I am suggesting things to buy but you keep shutting them down!” you pointed out, arms crossed over your chest.

“That’s because the things you want are not what we need!” Jeno retorted, posture mirroring yours.

“Everything that I have showed you was apart of the list we made-” you heaved out a heavy sigh, “you know what, whatever, we’ll just split this list in half and you get what you think is best and I’ll get what I think is best.”

You tore the sheet in half. “Deal,” he frowned, taking a piece from you, “meet back here in thirty minutes.”

You stomped away, analyzing all the items on your list. You angrily passed by the black nightstand that Jeno deemed would look good in your shared bedroom. You scoffed at the ugly cat vase that he disagreed was cute. You rolled your eyes at the silly sky painting he wanted to hang in the living room. 

Somehow, thirty minutes later, you found yourself putting back all the items you thought were better than the ones that Jeno wanted. Each item was set back down in their respective places and you took the black nightstand, thinking that you could admire the way Jeno’s arms flexed as he builds the piece of furniture. You took the ugly cat vase and remembered that this would have to do until the two of you were ready to get your own cat. You took the sky painting, keeping in mind that if you were to allow him to get this, then he would have to agree on getting the pretty lake painting in aisle five. 

You sat on the couch in your meeting spot, rehearsing how you’d apologize for disregarding everything he wanted simply because you had your own things in mind. 

“You’re cuter, you know,” he softly smiled sitting next to you, “I can live without that cat vase.”

Your smile matched his, “The grey led mirror isn’t all that, I don’t mind using the bathroom.”

Jeno placed his hand on your knee, thumb rubbing soothing circles, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” you sighed, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, “we can get the sky painting as long as we also get the lake painting.”

Jeno dangled it in front of you, “You got yourself a deal.”

“Our first argument in public,” he recalled. 

“I can’t believe I fought with you because I didn’t like that cat vase.”

“Petty things, but that’s what makes us human, right?”

You leaned back in your chair, “I love you.” 

“Thank you.”

You glared at the framed photo lying on your desk, his lips pressed against your cheek, arm secured around your waist. “I’m going to hang up.”

“That’s fine.”

You gawked, not bothering to make a sound before you ended the call. Not a second later did you remember that you didn’t give him the last set of instructions to your work. With a grumble, you reached back for your phone, stomach growling. You deserved an ‘I love you’ back and some food. 

“Huh,” a voice muttered from behind you, “you really did hang up.”

You swiveled around, phone dropping from your hand. Jeno stood with a bag of food in one hand and his phone held up by the other. His eyes curved with his mouth as he stared at your shocked face. 

He walked towards you, placing the food on your desk, “I called you when I was already in the parking lot.”

You squinted your eyes, “You mean to tell me that I could’ve started eating my lunch earlier?”

He rubbed the top of your head, “Yep.” 

You slapped away his hand and opened up the bag. He pulled up a chair next to you and watched in amusement as you excitedly opened up the bag. Once again, his hand was slapped away when it tried to reach in and take some of your food. “No,” you frowned, turning your chair so the back was facing him “you don’t get any because you didn’t say I love you too.”

He chuckled at your childish actions and turned the chair to face him again. Jeno pulled your wheeled chair closer to him. You clutched onto the bag of food in your lap, hating how your heart still skipped a beat whenever he looked at you.

“I love you too,” he softly said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You felt your stomach flip. God, you’ll never get tired of hearing that. You lightly pushed his chest, “Whatever.” Jeno wanted to coo at how you failed to keep down your shy smile, but he bit his tongue, keeping silent as you turned back to your desk and unpacked the food.

“If you knew where to go, why did you call?” you asked, taking the fries out of the bag. 

“I told you I was lost,” he shrugged, happily opening is mouth in hopes you’d feed him.

“Lost in my eyes?” you guessed. You offered a fry toward’s Jeno’s open mouth before quickly snatching it back when he moved forward to take a bite. With a wide smile, you ate it instead.

“Something like that,” he pouted.

You smiled cheekily and offered him another fry. “And google maps wouldn’t have helped?”

Jeno gratefully accepted the fry, chomping happily, “No, it would not.”

“And why is that?” you asked, placing a fry into your mouth.

Your husband took a napkin and wiped the corner of your mouth, “Because it doesn’t know the road to your heart.”

[monaownsmyass]

Girl Friends

Requested fic by anon. (If you have any fic ideas or requests you'd like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: Open Heart 2, (after) Chapter 15

Pairing: Jackie Varma x f!MC (Casey Valentine)

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG13

Word Count: 3,145

A/N: Jackie has something special planned for MC. Okay ngl, I STRUGGLED with this one. Idk why but I did so I’m sorry if it’s not the best but dw, there’ll be more hopefully better Jackie x MC fics in the future! Also @playchoices make MC and their LI official challenge.

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"Do you know what's up with Jackie?" I asked Sienna and Elijah while we had brunch together at the dining table. Aurora and Jackie were at work but we were off today. "She's been a little jumpy lately."

They looked at each other then back at me.

"I mean I know she had that whole thing with Panacea Labs but I don't know... this feels... different," I explained further. "She won't even tell me what's wrong!"

Elijah let out a cough while Sienna just ate her cereal quietly, suddenly very interested in the little loops floating in milk.

I squinted at them. "You both know something."

Elijah looked away, not wanting to face me but Sienna's head shot up and her eyes widened.

"What? Of course not!" she exclaimed defensively. "Why would we? Right, Elijah?"

She chuckled nervously and I heard her murmur, 'oh god' under her breath. Elijah glared at Sienna and whispered to her 'shhh!'.

"I'm right here!" I threw my arms up in disbelief. "If you guys know something, you better spill! And don't even try lying to me."

"Okay, yeah we know something," Elijah admitted and Sienna gazed at him worriedly. "But we can't tell you, I'm sorry."

"Why not?" I questioned, feeling myself get annoyed. "I'm worried for her, I've never seen Jackie so on edge and it's stressing me out!"

"She's planning to take you out tonight!" Sienna blurted then immediately covered her mouth with her hands.

"Sienna!" Elijah shouted.

"What?" Sienna screamed back. "She was gonna find out eventually! Jackie's gonna call her anytime now!"

And just like magic, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Casey," I heard Jackie say nonchalantly. "What's up?"

"Just having brunch with Sienna and Elijah." I shot them a glare and saw them shrink a little in their seats. "Did you need anything?"

"Uh, yeah, actually," she replied awkwardly. "How do you feel about dinner?"

"I have strong feelings about it," I joked. "I don't have it every day but it is pretty important."

I heard her scoff on the other side and I could almost see her eye roll and smile. "I meant with me, doofus."

"Dr. Jackie Varma," I said dramatically. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"God, I'm regretting it already."

She wasn't.

"That wasn't an answer," I teased.

"Hypothetically, if I were to ask you to put on something nice and get ready by 7 for me to fetch you to take you out for dinner, would you?" she avoided the question and I couldn't help the grin forming on my face.

"Hypothetically, of course!"

"So I'll see you at 7?"

"I thought you said it was hypothetical?" I messed with her.

"Oh my god," she groaned. "You're such a dork, I'll see you later."

I laughed at her frustration. "Alright, alright, bye, have a good day at work."

We hung up and I turned to find Sienna and Elijah looking at me cautiously.

"That's what's been bothering her?"

"Uh, yeah," Elijah sputtered out. "Yup, that's it."

"But I don't get why she's been jumpy, we've been out for dinner together before," I stated, confused.

The only response I got was Elijah shrugging while Sienna covered her mouth.

I narrowed my eyes at them. "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"No! Of course not!" Sienna squealed in a voice that was higher than usual.

Obviously, I didn't believe them but I decided to let them off the hook.

"Fine, I'll figure it out myself. But at least just tell me Jackie is alright. Tell me nothing bad happened."

"Nothing like that!" Sienna said immediately.

"She's fine, don't worry about it." That was Elijah.

"Okay. Okay, that's all I need to know."

They were visibly relieved that I dropped the subject but I couldn't help but wonder, what the hell was going on?

~*~*~

It was just before 7p.m. and I was touching up my make up. I leaned back and looked at myself in the mirror to make sure I was presentable.

I was wearing a black body-con mini dress with a plunging neckline that was covered in sequins, making it glitter. My makeup was done to perfection and so was my hair.

I turned to admire my reflection and you know what? Screw presentable.

I looked amazing!

I heard the doorbell ring and I grabbed my purse, rushing out to answer it.

I saw Elijah and Sienna sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV. I remembered him saying something to Sienna about showing her this action series he's been into during brunch but my mind was still too busy on Jackie to be focusing.

"Oh my gosh!" Sienna shouted when she saw me. "You look great!"

"You planning to make Jackie pass out?" Elijah joked.

"Thanks, guys," I laughed and grinned, moving to answer the door.

I opened it and there she stood, the woman I came to care for, who's always had my back and been there for me through thick and thin. The woman I adored and was the most important person to me in the world, staring at me as if she's be struck by lightning.

And I was sure I was looking at her the same way.

She was wearing a dazzling dark blue halter neck dress that ended mid-thighs, showing off her body. The collar was covered in rhinestones and she wore a bracelet to match.

Her hair was in her usual chignon style while her makeup highlighted her already strikingly beautiful features.

Jackie looked gorgeous!

"Damn," she whispered. Her wide eyes started to smoulder and her slightly agape mouth turned into a grin. She bit her lip.

She sauntered up to me and slid her hands to my waist, eyes running up and down my figure and finally landing on my chest. I shivered under her touch and gaze.

"You cleaned up good."

"Are you talking to me or my boobs?" I laughed and she dragged her eyes up to mine, offering me a mischievous smile.

Her hand grabbed onto the back of my neck and she pulled me into a kiss. Our lips met in passionate haste. Her other hand roamed my back as mine rested against her hips. I felt the familiar butterflies start to flutter in the pit of my stomach when she kissed me.

We pulled away when we heard Sienna shout, "Not again! Please!"

We burst out laughing against each other's lips and decided to stop traumatising the poor girl.

"Hey, Sienna, Elijah," Jackie greeted them, peering into our apartment.

They greeted her back and before we could walk away to head to her car, Sienna shouted, "Have fun! Good luck!"

Jackie shut the door in a hurry and placed a hand on the small of my back, leading me away from our apartment.

"Good luck?" I looked at Jackie questioningly. "What for?"

Jackie shrugged her shoulders. "Who knows with that girl."

My brows creased skeptically but once again, brush it off. Maybe she was right.

When we made it to her car, she stopped me.

"Wait, I got something for you." She opened the back door of her car and pulled out a bouquet of sunflowers. She presented them to me, avoiding eye contact and said, "Here."

"Aww, Jackie! This is so sweet!" My heart melted at the sight.

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome," she murmured.

I accepted them and stepped closer to her. "Aw, you're embarrassed too!"

"I'm not!" she huffed and I giggled, placing a hand on her cheek to direct her gaze to meet mine.

Her skin burned under my touch. Yup, she was definitely blushing.

"You're so cute," I said and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Not exactly my brand," she said with a sly grin. "But I'll take it."

She opened the passenger's seat door for me and I ushered me in, me still holding the bouquet.

She closed the door behind me and got into the driver's side. She started the engine and pulled out of the car park.

Throughout the entire car ride, Jackie was jittery. I noticed her fingers drumming against the steering wheel which I've come to learn meant that she was nervous even if her face was stoic.

"You okay?" I asked her worriedly.

"Oh, yeah," she said mindlessly and turned the corner.

"If you say so," I said quietly and the rest of the ride was silent until we reached our destination.

Jackie parked a few blocks away so we had to walk to the restaurant. Once again, she opened the door for me and this time, offered me her arm hesitantly.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. It was definitely a pleasant surprise but this was way out of Jackie's character, I wasn't even sure if this was the same woman.

Wordlessly, I looped my arm around hers as we made our way to dinner, trying to neutralise my surprised expression.

We stopped in front of a grand restaurant which definitely looked like a meal here cost more than our rent.

"Jackie!" I turned to her. "We're having dinner here?"

"Yeah, is it too much?" she asked hurriedly. "If it is, we can just go somewhere simpler."

"No! No, it's just that, can we afford this?"

Jackie's face fell into relief. "Oh, don't worry about it, I've been saving up for a while now." She bit her lip and she lead me into the building. "Also the parents of one of my patients owns the place and they said they'd give me a discount but that's not important," she said jokingly with a smile.

I let out a laugh as Jackie checked our reservations with the maître d'. A waiter lead us to our table and we took our seats.

We opened the menus and after a while, Jackie said, "Okay, I have no idea what any of these are."

"Me neither," I giggled, trying to make out some of the words. "I think this one is... duck?"

"How sure are you?"

"Not at all."

We laughed and Jackie spoke.

"Alright, alright, why don't I randomly pick something for you, just tell me when to stop."

She ran her finger up and down the menu.

"Stop!" Jackie stopped her finger and squinted at the menu item her finger landed on. "What is it?"

"As if I know," she replied laughing. "You'll find out later."

I did the same for her and after we ordered when the waiter returned, I asked, "So was this outfit what you were sneaking out in that garment bag this morning?"

"You saw that?" She gave me a surprised look.

"'Cuz I definitely couldn't see it behind your back when you came into my room this morning to kiss me goodbye," I grinned as I watched her soul leave her body.

"You were awake?!"

I nodded, trying to hold back my laughter. "I always am when you do."

"Oh god," she groaned and hid her face behind her hand. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was waiting for the perfect moment to reveal it so I can tease you and revel in your embarrassment. Which so happens to be now!" I stated proudly.

"That's it, I'm never giving you a forehead kiss ever again." She crossed her arms and slumped in her seat.

"Aw, come on," I reached out to take her hand in mine. "Pleaseeeee?"

She rolled her eyes but fought the grin appearing on her lips. "I'll think about it."

Just then, our food was placed in front of us and we just stared at our respective orders for a good minute.

"What is this?" Jackie asked.

"I wish I knew."

We looked at each other's plates and burst out laughing.

"After you," I said.

"No way, we're doing this together!" She smirked at me. "Unless the great Dr. Valentine is scared of a little..." she trailed off, trying to figure out what was served in front of us. "Whatever that is."

I grinned. "Of course you'd make a competition out of this."

"Hey, less talking, more eating."

We both cut out a small chunk of our food and lifted it to mouths.

"Okay," she said. "Three, two, one..."

Jackie and I bite into the forkful and braced ourselves for the worst. But it wasn't the worst... nor was it the best either?

"I can't tell if I like it or not.. or what this even is," I admitted.

"Me neither."

We looked at each other and started laughing again.

"Let's just stick to sushi next time."

"Agreed," I said, still giggling.

We talked as we ate but I could still sense that Jackie was tense.

"Am I missing something?"

"Hm?"

"The sudden dinner date, the flowers, the opening doors for me," I explained. "Don't get me wrong, I love it, and it's really sweet of you... but you, well, normally you don't do stuff like this. Is there a special occasion today? Did I forget something?"

She glanced at me then back at her food.

"I just wanted to do something nice for you," she said quietly.

I grinned at her, "Well, I definitely won't complain about that, so thank you, but is that it?"

Jackie started playing with her food, obviously trying to avoid the question.

"What's wrong?" I took her hand in mine from across the table. She let me intertwine our fingers together and I squeezed.

"Nothing, nothing, just a little tired from work."

"Jackie..."

She looked me in the eyes and her gaze softened from seeing my worried expression.

"Can we get out of here?" she asked.

"Are you done eating?"

"We can grab a hotdog or something if you want," she grinned and stood up. "Not like you were actually enjoying it, right?"

I chuckled and let Jackie guide me out of the restaurant.

When we got out, she turned to the opposite direction from where she parked her car.

"Er, where are you going?"

"To go get you a hotdog," she motioned me to follow her. "There's a stand nearby. Also, I need to talk with you."

Uhhh, that didn't sound good.

"Talk to me?" I puzzled, worried. "About what?"

"Nothing bad, don't worry, I'll explain after I get you some food."

She bought me a hot dog but didn't get one for herself.

"You don't want one?"

"Nah," she shook her head. "And I, uh, I'm not gonna lie, a little too nervous to think about food right now."

"Why...?"

She took a deep breath as we strolled down the empty street. "Promise me you won't say anything until I'm done? I just... I have to get it all out."

"Is that why you got me a hotdog?" I tried to lighten the mood even though I could feel my heart sink to my stomach. "To shut me up while you talk?"

She snorted. "Even if I did, would you complain?"

"About getting free food? Never."

"Exactly," she let out a soft laugh.

I glanced at her and I knew she was trying to gather her thoughts. I let her, finishing my hot dog in the meantime. Finally, after a few minutes, she spoke up.

"Okay," she began. "I think it's pretty obvious, I'm not one for romance. I'm not the most romantic and I'm no good at it. But it didn't matter, because I thought it was a waste of time, that relationships were a waste of time. I was used to hookups and one-night-stands. And when I first saw you, I thought it would be the same." She paused for a moment and glanced at me. "Except it wasn't."

My heartbeat picked up at her confession and my eyes never left her face even though she wasn't looking at me. A million emotions raced in me.

"I told you during our intern year that I was avoiding you because you were a distraction. Which was true, but I was also avoiding you because I couldn't remember the last time I felt this way about someone. Or if I ever have. I don't do the whole relationship thing, hell, the last was probably in high school. And I thought I'd never get into another one again... but then you came along. I pushed you away but you were still there for me."

She stopped walking and I followed. She looked me in the eyes, gaze never wavering and I stared back into hers. You didn't have to, but you did and suddenly, I could picture me doing all of this... with you. The romance, the commitment, everything. I've never cared about anyone more than I do you. You're the most important thing in my life, Casey. And I don't want to lose you."

She inhaled deeply and slowly let it out, steeling herself to say the next words. "So what I'm asking is... what I'm trying to say... ugh!" she slid her hand over her face and blurted out, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

She composed herself and cautiously took both my hands in hers, adding on softly, “And can I be yours?”

I looked at her, stunned. “Really?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jackie let go of hands rubbed the back of her neck. “Unless, you don’t want to,” she quickly said. “The forget I even asked-“

I cut her off by pulling her into me by the waist, smashing my lips against hers. Hers arms instinctively made their way around my neck to bring me closer. I could feel her racing heart drumming against my own as our lips moved in sync, passion crashing between us.

I broke off the kiss, feeling breathless, arms still around each other. "Yes!"

Jackie laughed blissfully into the night, "Yeah, I think you made it pretty clear."

“That’s why you’ve been skittish all week?”

Jackie scoffed. “I have not been skittish.”

“You so have been!” I argued. “That explains the flowers and everything!”

“That’s Bryce’s idea,” she muttered. “Blame the Scalpel Jockey for most of it.”

“More like thank him,” I laughed. “I can definitely see Bryce written all over this evening.”

“Ugh, I can’t believe I went to him for advice,” she smiled. “I must have been pretty desperate.”

I giggled. “And I’m guessing Bryce told Sienna and Elijah?”

“And Raf and Kyra. And Sienna told Aurora,” she went on. “They were more excited than me.”

“’Cuz you were peeing your pants?” I teased.

She rolled her eyes but let out a small grin. “I plead the fifth.”

“Whatever you say, girlfriend.”

Jackie beamed and pulled me back into her. “Shut up,” she whispered against my lips as she kissed me.

And so there we stood, under the streetlight with no one else in sight, trapped in each other’s arms as our lips locked in an embrace, with me finally getting to call this amazing woman my girlfriend.

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[jalapeno-princess]

Better Together

Tutor Mark X Reader

Genre: Fluff with a hint of angst

Word count: 5.3k

Summary: You’ve been fooling around with your marine biology tutor for a few months. The two of you have more than friendly feelings for one another but you both are too afraid to confess your love in fear of things not working out. However, when one of Mark’s friends take an interest in you, that’s when the truth comes out.

“You know, for someone who claims to miss me, it’s pretty hard to get a hold of you nowadays.” The fake hurt tone in your best friend’s voice made you giggle, but he was right. It’s been over two weeks since you last saw BamBam and he’s been trying to plan something for the two of you to do for the last week but you’ve always been so busy. It wasn’t like you were avoiding him, you just had so much on your plate from both work and school that you didn’t really have time to be social as of right now. 

“Hey, I said I was sorry about that but you know how I get whenever it comes to my grades. I need at least a 3.8 to get in to the national honor society. Once we go on spring break, I’m all yours.” The two of you were currently drinking coffee at one of your favorite cafes in between class. When you found out your first class had been cancelled, you were quick with reaching out to the older boy and see what he was doing. A smile was quick to rise on your cheeks when he said he was willing to ditch class in order to spend time with you and although you were against skipping a class, you missed your best friend. 

“So, how’s your marine biology class by the way? The last time we talked about it, you had a borderline D. I know you took my advice and went to tutoring for it last semester, I still can’t believe you’re taking another marine biology class this semester after barely passing last semester. It’s like you love putting yourself through stress—or it’s because a certain marine science major just so happens to be tutoring you—don’t look at me like that. I know exactly why you retook that stupid class, it’s because Mark Tuan is the TA. I’m not stupid, there’s no way you went from a D to an A in less than two months by studying alone. You’re probably sucking his dick—Ow! What was that for? I’m totally supportive of you fucking your tutor. Not only do you get good grades, but you get your back blown out too—that’s it. I’m going back to class.” 

When he stood up and began to playfully gather his things, you reached over and took his notebook from his hand while motioning for him to sit back down. “Will you keep it down? The entire coffee shop doesn’t need to know of my business and besides—I’m not sleeping with anybody—well—it’s not what you think. I’m not hooking up with him just to get good grades.” 

BamBam looked at you in curiosity before leaning forward and placing his chin on top of his hands. One thing you both loved and hated about BamBam, was how nosy he could be. He was one of the biggest blabber mouths on campus. If there was a rumor going around campus, you could bet that he was one of the first people to hear about it and to spread it throughout school. Although you enjoyed being in the know with the juiciest drama there was going on at your university, you never wanted to be the next hot topic. Which is why you were afraid of the fact that he was completely aware of your little affair with Mark Tuan. 

“So what exactly are you doing with him then? Are the two of you dating? I feel insulted! We tell each other everything. As your best friend, I would have expected you to tell me that you got in to a relationship and with Mark out of all people. I can’t believe you’ve been blowing me off to waste your time with your boyfriend—“

“He’s not my boyfriend, we’re not dating. Okay? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but there’s nothing to tell. He’s been tutoring me since last semester, that part is true. But I didn’t sign up for marine 462 just so he could help me out again. I wouldn’t suffer through another science class just to have him tutor me again. I’m taking five classes this semester, remember? On top of working full-time so I’m sorry for being so MIA but I promise when my schedule clears up, we’ll do something.” 

A frustrated sigh fell from your lips before you took a sip of your caramel macchiato. You hated lying to your best friend, especially because like he said; the two of you told each other everything. BamBam informed you on every single thing that went on in his life and for the most part, you did the same. However, your love life was nobody’s business but you and the person you were involved with. As much as you wanted to update BamBam on your relationship status, you didn’t even know what to classify exactly what was going on between you and Mark anyway. 

You were more than just friends, but less than lovers and you couldn’t really consider yourselves friends with benefits either. Sure, the two of you casually hooked up in your free time, but it was more than just sex for you both. Mark was a very shy and soft spoken person to people he wasn’t all too familiar with, but you were one of the few lucky people to know what he was really like. Mark Tuan in more or less words was a very outgoing, patient, kind-hearted, hardworking and surprisingly hilarious individual. 

You loved being around him and you loved the effect he had on you. The older boy never failed to make you laugh and smile with his corny science pick up lines and when the two of you were alone, it seemed as if he always needed to be touching you. However, you had no problem with that. Intimacy was something you really enjoyed. You just didn’t know what to make of the lingering stares and the passionate kisses that happened even when the two of you weren’t having sex. 

There were a few occasions where you had caught Mark staring at you with so much adoration in his eyes; so you knew he had to have some sort of feelings for you. You had a hard time understanding why he had yet to act on it. Both you and the older boy have been at this for almost four months, if he wanted to be with you wouldn’t he have made things official by now? The vibration that came from your phone broke you out of your thoughts and you didn’t even try to stop the grin that grew on your face when you noticed who was trying to get in touch with you.

MT: Hey, are you busy right now? I really want to see you—and maybe kiss a little—okay maybe more than just a little. 3:15 p.m.

You: Never too busy for you. Wanna meet me at my place in fifteen? 3:16 p.m.

You: Just kissing? 3:16 p.m.

MT: Oh no, more. Definitely more. Sounds like a plan. See you soon. 3:17 p.m.

Since you were so deep in your excitement, you failed to witness that BamBam was analyzing your newly delighted expression and a smirk rose on his face when he came to realization of why your cheeks were pink. He was sure that if he were to reach over and place his palm against your face that it would be warm. Even if you told him that there was nothing on between you and Mark, he knew you like the back of his hand. You and BamBam have been friends long enough for him to know that you were interested in someone. 

“Let me guess, lover boy is texting you. He’s asking you to ditch me so that he can rearrange your guts. It’s fine, you can go. Honestly I’d do the same.” 

Your eyes widened at his words and you ripped off a piece of your scone and threw it at his chest. “Asshole. It’s nobody—really. I’m serious. But I do have to leave, I have class in twenty—“

“You and I both know you’re done for the day. There’s no point in lying to me y/n, I know your schedule by heart. Go get some dick, and tell Mark I said hi.” No matter how much of a pain in the ass BamBam could be sometimes, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t your favorite person. Well, other than the boy who owned your heart. It took you two months to accept it, but you were in love with Mark. 

It wasn’t surprising, most of your time was spent with your charming science tutor. When he wasn’t teaching you or buried balls deep inside of you, the two of you would be doing a lot of domestic things together. You’d find yourself doing things with Mark that most couples would do; watching movies together, baking different desserts that you saw on the food network, allowing him to sit in between your legs as he played video games and there were a couple times he even went grocery shopping with you. He also had a habit of complementing you almost every single day on your looks, your personality, your outfit, your choice in music and your cooking. 

There were times you found yourself contemplating on telling him how you felt, but you were afraid of ruining things one the L word was thrown in there. You made a beeline towards your apartment with the intent of changing your clothes and making yourself a bit more presentable for Mark before he arrived. Although he made it aware that he didn’t really care what you wore only because it would end up on the floor anyway, you couldn’t help but want to look good for him. 

Once you made it inside, you placed your bag on top of the kitchen counter and headed in to your room. As you began looking through your closet, you heard a knock on the door and silently cursed yourself at the thought of Mark already being there. “Just a minute, I’ll be right there.” You threw a pair of shorts and one of Mark’s shirts that he left at your place the last time he slept over. That was another thing that confused you. You and Mark weren’t strangers to sleeping over at each other’s places. Sure, if the two of you hooked up, you’d end up staying the night and vice versa. But there were days he’d ask to hang out and he’d end up staying the night. 

He had quite a few of his things scattered throughout your apartment and from an outsider’s point of view, it would look as if you had a boyfriend. If only that was the case. You took a quick look through the peephole before opening the door and when you saw him, your heart rate increased. As soon as you opened the door, he gave you no time to prepare yourself before he practically threw his arms around you and pulled you in for a kiss. His hands cupped your cheeks gently as he licked and sucked on your bottom lip and playfully brought it in between his teeth. He maneuvered the two of you forward so that he could close the door, and quickly deepened the kiss. 

After a few moments of your tongues battling for dominance while his hands roamed around your body, you pulled away to catch your breath and tiptoed so that you could place your forward against his. 

“Hi.” 

He let out a soft giggle and stole a quick kiss from the corner of your mouth. “Hey. I missed you.” You rolled your eyes in disbelief. 

“You saw me last night.” Mark was the only person you have been seeing these days. You were grateful that he was tutoring you and that the two of you had an excuse to meet each other, even if most “tutoring sessions” ended up in sex. The older boy was like a breath of fresh air; your own little hideaway from adulting. Even if he was about to turn twenty-seven years old, he never failed to act like a little kid. 

“Yeah, but that was last night. As much as I really want to take this to the bedroom and find my way in between these pretty thighs of yours, you have a midterm coming up and there’s no way I’m letting you fail.” You released a frustrated sigh and gave him an adorable pout. Mark had the biggest soft spot for you and you knew just how much your cuteness had an effect on him. He would do anything you asked him to, unless it interfered with your education. That was the only time he put anything before getting to love on your body.

“But Mark—you said kissing.” He cupped your cheek and began to caress his thumb right above your Cupid’s bow. “Don’t worry, there will be plenty of kissing. Trust me, I’ve been thinking about these pretty lips all day today. However, you’ll only get a kiss whenever you get a question right.” 

Right as the complaint was about to fall from your lips, Mark smashed his mouth against yours and gave you a rough, sloppy kiss. “I know you’ll do just fine on this test y/n—“

“Then why do we have to study right now? I have a week until the midterm Mark. Making out for a couple of minutes won’t hurt my grade.” His laughter filled the room at your persistence and as much as you were upset with the idea of science, you found yourself laughing along with him. Mark had one of the most contagious, high pitched laughs and it had to be one of your favorite sounds. You did whatever you could to be the reason behind the beautiful noise. 

“I could’ve sworn I was the horny one between us. When did you get so sexually aroused? Not that I’m complaining, I am all for it, it’s extremely sexy—ow! I don’t understand why you’re not rough like this in bed—you’re going to have to study for the exam on your own if you keep this up my little sea urchin.” 

The older boy had a tendency to call you marine animals instead of an actual pet name and you couldn’t help but think that there was a reason behind it. Although there were times he called you baby, whether it was during sex or if it just happened to fall from his lips, he never really used the term with you. You felt that if he were to call you a term of endearment, then your relationship would only get more complicated. 

“Fine! Whatever. But we won’t study for long, I’ve already had a rough day. The last thing I need is to drive myself insane trying to instill information about sea-level rise and coral bleaching in to my brain. And you better be generous with these kisses. None of those pecks from last time.” He beamed at you before getting himself settled down at your dining table and taking out some flash cards he prepared for you. 

“A swell is pure energy. True or false?” You took a few seconds to think hard about the question before responding. 

“True.”

“Nope. It’s false. Come on y/n, that was so easy. I’ll give you a kiss for effort though.” He leaned over and gave you a quick peck before flipping over the next card. “What is the cause of erosion?”

“Soil compaction, low organic matter, loss of soil structure, poor internal drainage, salinisation and soil acidity problems.” He hummed softly before reaching over once against to place another kiss on your lips; a few seconds longer this time. 

“Good job, let’s keep going.” Throughout the entire study session, Mark rewarded you with quite a few kisses, whether or not you even got the answer right. There wasn’t much either of you had to worry about though. You got thirty out of thirty-three questions correct. As much as you hated science, marine biology to be exact, you were very grateful to have had sign up for the class in the first place since it was what led you to meeting the devastatingly handsome man sitting in front of you. 

Once Mark felt like you had enough studying for the day, the two of you moved over to the couch and turned on the television. He pulled you on to his lap before you could take a seat next to him and wrapped his arms protectively around your waist. Being in this position with Mark wasn’t unfamiliar to you. Mark loved cuddling. You were quick to learn of that just a few days after the first time you stumbled in to bed together. It felt as if it was just yesterday that you went to ask Mark for help after your professor returned your quiz about paleo climate and he was happy to help. You didn’t think that less than a month after he began tutoring you that you’d find yourself writhing underneath him, begging for him to do anything to soothe the burning sensation between your legs. You smiled softly to yourself at the memory and snuggled up closer to his chest while he left a soft kiss against your temple. 

When he began to scroll through Netflix, it was then that you remembered the question you were asked just a few hours ago in your literature class by one of your fellow classmates. 

“Hey Mark?” He hummed in curiosity against your neck and you couldn’t help but snicker at how ticklish it felt. “Are you free Saturday night? Jinyoung asked me to go watch Planet of The Apes with him and I remember you saying something about wanting to see it.” 

When you felt Mark tense up against your back, you couldn’t help but feel as if something was wrong. Jinyoung was a close friend of Mark’s, you actually met him a few times through the older boy and he was nothing short of a gentleman to you. It also so happened that you had him in your first period and the two of you never really talked to each-other other than asking each other how your days were going. Today was the first time he actually asked you something other than what you had for breakfast and you felt as if he was inviting you with the idea of going with the rest of their group of friends. 

“Jinyoung asked you to go see a movie with him? When was this? Why? You guys aren’t even friends.” You were quick to pick up on how his whole demeanor changed when you brought Jinyoung up but you didn’t understand why. 

“He asked me in AP today if I wanted to go watch Planet of the Apes with him—why do you look so upset?” Seeing his brows furrow and his jaw clench made you even more confused but you couldn’t help to think that there was a chance that Mark was jealous. But why would he be jealous of Jinyoung inviting you to see a movie with him. For all you knew, he asked you because he didn’t have anyone else to go with; but why wouldn’t he have asked Mark? You were sure the two of them probably talked about things like this. 

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. So what did you tell him?” You shrugged before tracing your fingers along his brows. 

“I told him I’d ask you first and then I’d let him know.” The sarcastic chuckle that came from the back of Mark’s throat sent chills down your spine. You hardly ever seen Mark mad. The only time you’ve seen him pissed off was when one of the students reported him to your professor for giving him a D on the final. Being a TA, sometimes the professor would allow Mark to correct essays and tests. That student wasn’t all too happy with the way Mark graded his paper and you remembered how furious Mark was when the professor called him in to his office and told him of the news. 

How could you forget? Mark took all his anger out on you in bed that night and you couldn’t walk for the rest of the week once he was finished with you. Luckily the professor went over the student’s exam himself and actually gave the student an F for it instead. Although it was hot seeing Mark getting all riled up, you hated the idea of something getting under his skin and bothering him for the rest of the day. You decided you were going to use this information to try and pry his feelings for you out of him. However, you were afraid of the outcome not being that of your favor but you didn’t care at this point anymore. 

“Good. You’re going to watch that movie with me—not stupid Park Jinyoung.” The last part came out as a murmur but you heard it nonetheless and butterflies began growing in your tummy when you came to terms with the idea of Mark being jealous. It was cute, he was cute and you were madly in love with him. 

“What’s wrong with Jinyoung? He’s a nice guy and I thought you guys were friends. I don’t see anything wrong with going to watch a movie with him—“

“You’re mine! Park Jinyoung knows exactly what you mean to me and just how much I love you yet here he is trying to ask my girl on a date—oh shit. Shit, shit, shit—y/n—“ it was too late. His angry rant turned in to a love confession and you couldn’t help but smile like an idiot at the entire thing. Mark finally admitted his love for you and he even referred to you as his girl. Was all of this really happening right now? It felt too good to be true. There was no way he was in love with you even if deep down something told you that the older boy had some kind of feelings for you but love? He couldn’t be in love with you? If he loved you, the two of you would’ve been together a long time ago but he had yet to make things official. 

He was quick to try and lift you off of his lap and you were sure he was going to make a run for it to prevent him from making an even bigger fool out of himself and to prevent you from asking him anymore questions. However, the warm feeling of your lips against his caught his attention and he found himself smiling against your mouth. God, did he love you. He would kiss you for the rest of his life if he could. 

“Y/n—“

“I love you too. I’m in love with you too. I have been for a while now. I just never thought there was a chance that you’d ever reciprocate my feelings so I kept them to myself. No matter how badly I wanted to be yours. I was content with being whatever it is that we are, but I couldn’t help but desire more. I wanted you. All of you. I wanted to make things official between us but you seemed okay to continue fooling around with me so I didn’t say anything—“

“For someone who has a 3.7 g.p.a right now, you’re not all that bright. You know words were never my forte baby—real quick, can I just say how much I love calling you that? Baby. MY baby. You’re MY baby! Understand that? My baby, not Jinyoung’s! Or anybody else’s! I can’t believe he had the audacity to ask you out to a movie knowing that you and I have something. Well, since the cat is out of the bag, I guess I’ll probably explain it all.” 

He brought his hand up to the crown of your head and began running his fingers through your hair. Your heart fluttered with the way he was looking at you; as if you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. You could get used to this. 

“When you came to me that day, with your hair thrown in to a messy bun wearing nothing but that three sizes too big of a clothing item you call a hoodie when really it was like a tent for you and asked me to help you out, I was over the moon. I’ve seen you walk in and out of class so many times and I found myself developing a little crush on you at the time. You—you don’t understand how beautiful you are do you? You are otherworldly y/n—such a beautiful being. My pretty girl. I can’t take my eyes off of you, it’s physically impossible. But it goes beyond your beauty; although I mean this when I say you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on and I’m sure your golden-hearted personality adds to it. You’re such a selfless and caring person. I’ve seen you help others while you yourself was struggling and I admire that about you. You’re also very hardworking and dedicated in all that you do. There were so many times I found myself wanting to confess my love for you, but just like you I was afraid of you not reciprocating my same feelings. But babe, even if I didn’t outright tell you how I feel, you should’ve known by my actions that I’m crazy for you.” 

He grabbed your hand and began playing with your fingers; a habit you noticed he did every now and then if he had a lot on his mind and needed a distraction. “I don’t let just anyone meet my family let’s just put that out there. Especially someone who I considered a casual fuck.” 

You playfully shoved his shoulder at the memory of meeting the Tuan family. Over two months ago, Mark had asked you if you wanted to go with him to a party and without hesitation, you agreed. You loved going anywhere Mark went; no matter where it was. That’s how you found yourself in arcades and pc rooms every now and then but it didn’t bother you. 

A part of you regretted not asking him about the type of party it was going to be and since you are both in college, you assumed it was going to be a college party. However, when you walked in to a house with Moana decorations scattered throughout the living room and the backyard, you knew you were in deep shit. But the Tuan family were very kind and friendly; his mom wouldn’t stop complementing you and his dad told you a few embarrassing stories from Mark’s childhood that made your insides hurt from all the laughing you did. His nieces also grew very fond of you and continuously asked you about your relationship with their favorite uncle Mark. All in all it was a great day and you couldn’t help but giggle every time one of Mark’s family members asked who you were. 

“I told them you were my girlfriend when you weren’t around. My parents really liked you. In fact my mom won’t stop asking me to bring you over. Oh and to continue the very long list of things that I do for you that I would never do for anyone else, I let you choose the movies; even if I don’t necessarily agree with some of your choices. Like, who in their right minds would sit through three hours watching a nun babysit a bunch of kids and sing songs every five minutes—“ you crossed your arms in disappointment and gave Mark an adorable frown. 

“Hey! I thought you said you like the sound of music—“

“Yeah, yeah it grew on me. Probably because we’ve watched it so many damn times, but that’s besides the point. Anyways, I share my food with you; I wouldn’t even share popcorn with my brother let alone half of a pizza with you. I would never miss out on any class unless I wasn’t feeling well enough to attend but I’ve found myself ditching a couple of my classes in order to spend time with you. I even let you sit in my video game chair y/n. That right there should’ve been proof on it’s own. You know how protective I am over my video games. They’re my babies, well—other than you now. But yeah. I’d do anything for you. I love seeing that breathtaking smile of yours and I love being the reason behind it.” 

You were sure your heart was about to combust the longer he went in to detail about the love he had for you. Although you knew Mark was never a man of words but of actions, it was nice hearing him explain his feelings for you that you weren’t able to pick up on. You couldn’t wait to finally tell BamBam about your newly found relationship with Mark. You knew your best friend would never let you live it down especially after he confronted you about it only for you to shut him down. 

“Were you always this cheesy?” He giggled at your question and shook his head in disagreement. 

“No. Definitely not. You make me soft—well I mean you make me very hard most of the time but yeah, I get all sappy when it comes to you. I think when I noticed myself caring about your happiness and well-being, that’s when I realized we were more than just your typical friends with benefits. I wanted to love you and make love to you. I wanted to fuck you then take you on a romantic picnic at the beach or some shit. You’re really special you know that? You make this pathetic heart of mine really happy. I love you y/n. More than I can fathom in to words.” 

You beamed up at him before placing a gentle kiss on his nose. “I love you too. So, so much. Thank you for all that you’ve done for me and continue to do for me Mark. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” After a few minutes of relinquishing in your love for each other, Mark wrapped his arms around your thighs and stood up, abruptly taking you with him while heading towards your room. “What are you doing Mark—“

“Well the plan is to do you, for the rest of the day. I’d like to celebrate our relationship and eat your pretty little pussy out as a reward for finally telling you how I feel. Now, either you stop talking since you’re ruining the sensual atmosphere, or I’ll give you a reason not to talk with my cock down your throat—yup face fucking it is. On your knees baby, it’s going to be a long day.”

[floraisann]

ateez reaction: you’re addicted to animal crossing: new horizons

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➣ genre: fluff, humor

➣ masterlist

sorry that some of these are kinda dry 😔 i am try

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❥ kim hongjoong:

lets you do your thing tbh

you’ll probably just be vibing in the living room with the switch hooked up to the tv and everything’s great when hongjoong just,,,, moves his work over without saying anything

you’re just ???? and he’s just :)))) the “just another tuesday” grin, you know?

after long enough if you ask him why he moved, he just says he “likes the soundtrack” like bro we do be bopping to the animal crossing ost out here in this quarantine joint

watches you play, only making comments when a villager says something REALLY cursed

really likes marshal— he’s funny

not the type to hate villagers either except chops, fuck chops

once yunho shows him how the custom qr code outfit designs work you’re about to have the most stylish lil mayor that ever roamed the earth

probably also borrows your switch to make your town jingle

overall is just confused by the game dynamic, but likes the music and how happy it’s making you :)

you’re gonna have to put the switch down on your own honey, he’s too caught up in bopping to the music while doing his own work to realize you’ve been playing for eight hours

❥ park seonghwa

has the game too, probably bought it for you so you could build “couple islands” and be THAT cute gamer couple

still probably nags you for gaming too hard if too many hours pass and you’re ignoring basic needs to like,,,, get lolly on your island or something of the sort

but lolly’s cute give him 5 mins to fall in love w god cat

sends you cute in-game love letters when you’re headass six feet away from each other in real time

but it’s ok they’re cute and he likes making you blush

brings his pretty flowers to your island he also steals yours but that’s okay

dumbfounded by your blatant aggression towards certain villagers

offers to “trade” villagers with you to make you happy and marshal scares him please take marshal from him

yes he’ll bring you cute snacks as if you were studying

overall happy that you found something you enjoy together, but will make you take frequent breaks so you don’t put off whatever you actually have to do too much

❥ jeong yunho

didn’t get the hype at first. bought the game since he thought it had to be super fun if you were ignoring him for hours at a time to go bug catching LMFAO

yet when he downloads it there’s a catch

mr epic gamer, unlike you, has the luck of a god and generates an actual island paradise and probably gets a ton of shooting star fragments too 😔✊🏻

you’re the one stealing from his island, but it’s okay he loves you 💕

and he doesn’t quite understand the game yet

gives you star fragments because you can’t get any and he doesn’t want you all sad because you can’t make a wand!!

has all the cute villagers, but if any try to move will give them to you

pays off your tom nook debt because with his luck it probably takes him less than an hour to get filthy rich in game

also figures out the qr code outfits early on. yes he’ll try to make you one, yes he’ll make himself match

overall, he gets the game because of you but does it better because it’s yunho why wouldn’t he xoxo

still makes sure you’re doing what you need to before you go off to work on your island for six hours; the type to offer game rewards he magically obtains as a prize for you after you finish your daily work

oh to be jeong yunho

❥ kang yeosang

the president of the epic gamer club

probably persuaded you to buy it with him so he could rob your island of all your goods

makes you both reset the game until your islands both have good items but are different

so he can steal your fruit :D

“y/n, you— no, restart. you can’t have peach trees, i already have peach trees!”

“dates” where you guys lie on his bed with your consoles, literally just exploring each other’s islands

y’all practically end up sharing two islands. that’s how much you play together

invites you to go raid the other members’ islands

cursed humor carries into the game; like he’ll send you crackhead mail when you least expect it and the content WILL be something that’s only funny because it’s Yeosang

“you make me so incredibly happy, y/n. almost as happy as when tom nook first handed me my nookphone. almost”

celebrates with you when you’re both rid of the ugly villagers

overall impartial to your obsession, rather he’s glad he has someone to steal from share with

still will make you take breaks with him. he loves that you’ve got a pretty island but you need to take care of yourself sweetie

if you don’t listen he will randomly come on your island to beat you up with a shovel xoxo yeosang luvs u 😘

❥ choi san

would not mind the game at all if it weren’t making you IGNORE HIS NEED FOR CUDDLES >:(

tbh san would probably whine about being attention starved for an eternity 15 mins until he realizes his whining isn’t working, and he has no choice but to cuddle up to you while letting you do your thing

by that i mean he’s backseat gamer all the way, no i do not accept criticism

he’d probably just plop down next to you and cuddle into your side or lay on top of you— just positioning himself in some way that he can see your gameplay

the type to cling to you while you play while bothering you until you accept his game opinions as fact

can and will make you kick out the villagers he thinks are ugly

“i just want you to kick that smelly limberg out, is that really too much to ask?”

probably spent 10 minutes absolutely losing his shit over the animal crossing language

“WHY ARE THEY TALKING IN KEYBOARD SMASH?”

takes the next half hour to learn how to speak it

so next time you play too long and ignore him, will shut off your switch then lay down on you and scream acnh villager language gibberish in your EAR

"you didn’t have a problem with that voice three hours ago when you were talking to that cat rosie!!” :(

if you really ignore him and never stop playing NOTHING is stopping him from being dramatic and saying smth like “y/n, i can’t take this anymore! choose, me or him!”

“him” is tom nook

why the fuck would you pick tom nook

❥ song mingi

knows the game is popular but wasn’t bothered to try playing

so when he sees you, curled up on the couch in the same position he saw you two hours ago just with one less family sized bag of chips, he quietly sighs to himself and sits next to you

“is the game really that interesting?”

when you nod, he ends up like san and kind of chills with you, backseat gaming mode

except he isn’t yelling at you to kick out the ugly villagers, he can already see you trying on your own

gets shocked when the first tarantula appears and you get bitten

occasionally gives input on what he thinks you can do to have a better island

makes you go on an island tour so he can see what you headass just spent the last week making

actually is impressed by how much work you put into your virtual island

congrats! you’ve unlocked an achievement! : gaming livestream date for song mingi

will decide for himself who the cutest villager is then act cute and ask if he looks like them. it’s probably gonna be kid cat. tell him he does. please, Tell Him he looks like kid cat

basically i don’t think he’d be that put off by you getting addicted to the game because!!! acnl is the most relaxing game ever he likes to watch you while he unwinds after a long day

if you play too long though he won’t really say much, just sit by you pouting like :(((( “lov me”

pls love him, the big babie 🥺

❥ jeong wooyoung

another member that probably has the game, but isn’t as obsessed as you

will beg you for shooting star fragments if you get any though. please get this man a wand

does not get WHY you’re trying so hard on your island layout. literally only wants one villager, his island can go to shit so long as he has that one villager

that one villager is probably gonna be molly or something

another member who learns how to imitate animal crossing speak, except his voice is already in the correct pitch

makes fun of you complaining about a villager you hate but it all comes back to bite him in the ass once moose shows up on his island and he gets it

you guys are having a competition to see who can get sprinkle on your island first

spoiler alert: he wins, he stole her from seonghwa

(he steals a lot from seonghwa)

overall happy with the fact that you guys have a game to play together

but if you grind too hard on your own and ignore him for hours at a time can and will invade your island to steal your fruit and trample your flowers. AND send you spam mail

sorry

❥ choi jongho

doesn’t care for the game, and he’s mostly chill too so he’ll probably just vibe in the other room while you play, waiting for you to finish so he can do something with you

comes out a few hours later when you’re (still) lying on the couch, angrily button mashing while muttering curses to yourself

he’s really confused tbh, he’s seen yeosang play, he knows you don’t gotta go that hard to be a successful mayor, so he HAS to ask what the fuck you’re so mad about

“i’m TRYING to catch a blittering at the moment, but i keep getting these stupid carps!!! i have a debt to pay off, god!!”

becomes infinitely more amused with the game after that point

he thinks its so funny how someone could get heated while playing through probably the most relaxing game ever

watches you fish; he enjoys the puns and seeing you get frustrated when you keep catching those goddamn carps

probably takes the switch from you at one point to try his hand at it and catches a koi fish in his first five minutes

“i guess you just suck at fishing, y/n”

overall pretty unbothered by your love for the game until you start ignoring him

then he will threaten your in-game apples, saying he’s .2s away from stealing one of his members’ switches just to brawl with your trees

and we all know who’s gonna win between jongho and apples

[saintedfury]

A Saintly Muse | IC Drabble

Summary: Devin comes to the rescue.

a/n: @ashandnovels posted a request for smut to her inbox, so I decided to try and deliver.

A Saintly Muse

Devin, any chance you’d be free to do me a massive favor?

Furia tapped the message into her phone and waited. She wasn’t the only one trying to solve the issue, but she might be the most certain that someone would respond affirmatively.

[SMS] Always.

The reply, as well as the speed with which he sent it, made her grin.

You’re a saint.

[SMS] You just figuring that out?

She texted him the address. “I’ve got someone on their way,” she announced to the room full of artists. A sigh of relief rolled through the open airy space. She realized that perhaps she should have mentioned the what of the favor she was asking.

No. But it’s definitely more than just the purple.

I hope you’re good with having a lot of people staring at you.

[SMS] And what did I just volunteer for?

I found a figure drawing class. We need a model. Ours had an emergency come up.

[SMS] Sounds relatively painless.

Sí. Though you might catch a chill. Furia grinned at her phone. But I swear I’ll warm you up after if that happens.

[SMS] You never mentioned compensation.

You know me. I take care of my friends.

[SMS] Be there in ten.

She slipped her phone in her pocket. “I’ll be back in about ten minutes. Going to wait for him downstairs.” Her announcement received a few affirmative nods and relieved looks. Several phones were put away and people went back to unpacking their supplies. Others went to setting up the dais in the center of the room.

Once outside, she pulled the collar of her coat up a bit, to help fight off a bit of the chill in the icy weather. Slush was everywhere, and every car that neared announced it presence with a mushy, wet sound. It just made her feel the cold even more. Fat, wet flakes fell and stuck to everything. Furia could even feel a few of them melting in her hair, turning to cold drops that slipped down to her scalp until she couldn’t feel them anymore. Letting her head tip back, she watched the dark swirling clouds move over head. They looked far more ominous than the chunky flurries that fluttered about the downtown street on a crisp breeze.

“Getting your fill of snow?” an amused voice called out.

Furia turned and smiled at Devin. “Something like that.” She pulled herself away from the wall and greeted him into a hug. Stretching up on her toes, she kissed him softly. “Thank you for doing this.”

“It could be interesting.”

She grinned at him, but didn’t let him go quite yet. “I’m sure I can talk them in to letting you leave the sunglasses on, too.” Her laughter widened her smile.

Devin went straight for the ribs, earning a squeak, but also freeing himself from her embrace.

“Troublemaker,” she scolded. Her hand found his. “Come on. The studio’s upstairs.”

Whatever it was about elevators, they were still a thing for her, because once the door closed, she inched back into Devin’s personal space. He didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, his arms draped around her, encouraging her to move even closer. The kisses that followed began playfully enough, but swiftly deepened. When the car chimed the arrival at their floor, they were both a little flushed and perhaps eager to shed their coats.

Furia let him enter the studio first, then grabbed onto the collar of his jacket from behind to help him out of it. She hung his coat over hers near the door.

Nearly twenty heads turned with their arrival, all of them zeroing in on Devin with measured and inspecting glances. There were some nods, a few raised eyebrows, and more than a few blushing smiles from the men and women gathered for the session.

“Devin, everybody. Everybody, this is Devin. He volunteered to fill in for Bartholomew.”

A chorus of welcomes, thanks, and other assorted sentiments followed.

“I’ll show you where you can change,” Furia offered, slipping her hand around his elbow and giving it a little tug.

“This is a bigger class than I expected,” he said over her shoulder.

“The classes are free. So, they end up drawing a bigger crowd.” She kept her voice low, as if they had suddenly stepped into a library, though she couldn’t determine why.

They could only walk single-file down the hallway, it was dark and barely wide enough to accommodate Devin’s broad shoulders. The changing room wasn’t originally meant for that purpose, as he would probably be able to tell by the fact the closet was lined with cleaning supplies on the far wall. There was a hanging rack and a cushioned chair, but the room definitely was not designed as stripping room.

Furia led him into the room, because it was the only way she’d be able to get back out without having to shimmy herself across the width of his body. Since he was nice enough to come by and sit for them, she didn’t want to make it embarrassing for him by sending him out there all hot and bothered. Though as soon as the idea popped into her head, she kind of really wanted to do just that.

She bit her bottom lip and let him enter. “There’s a robe right here,” she said, pulling the door part way closed to show him the hook on the back of the door. “Hopefully, it will be long enough.” Her gaze moved from the pale purple robe to Devin and back a few times, before stopping on him finally.

“I’ll make due,” he assured her.

A part of her wanted to offer to help him out of his clothes, but self-control got the better of her. Though she did not leave without stealing another quick kiss. It deepened more than she’d intended, when he caught her face in his hands before she could pull away. If he wanted more, she’d acquiesce contentedly.

When it did break, she patted him on the chest. “Don’t take too long. Artists get testy when they are kept waiting,” she teased, giving him a wink.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Furia wandered back down the hall, thinking that perhaps calling someone she knew might not have been the best choice, at least not for the two of them. More than likely she was going to spend the next hour thinking about everything but her lines while ogling him. She even considered moving her spot, so that she’d be behind him. Of course, that wouldn’t help either. Then she’d just spend the entire time thinking about how she’d want to nip her way down his spine.

Get a hold of yourself. The scolding voice in the back of her head, really wasn’t all that convincing. You’re an adult. Furia chuckled at herself. She knew damn well that age wasn’t a factor in whether or not she could keep her mind focused on the art while staring at a man she knew biblically. Having been there, ridden that did not preclude her from wanting to find herself in his arms again. Hell, whenever she’d drawn anyone she slept with, having them sit for her in the buff always ended the same.

This time around it was almost completely guaranteed, since she’d set it on the table with the invitation. She hadn’t cleared up the argument in her head by the time Devin peeked around the threshold of the door.

Furia held out a hand and gestured to the dais draped in warm looking blankets and pillows in a muted gray. “Make yourself comfortable,” she said with a playful smirk. When he neared his pedestal for the afternoon, she tugged at the collar of her dress to remind him he needed to leave the robe behind.

“Of course,” he replied in a delicately amused way that suggested he might not be wholly comfortable with the idea. Even so, Devin made a show of it; one that enraptured Furia and several others. His hand moved slow as he tugged the tie loose. When his robe shifted open, her tongue peeked out over her bottom lip.

It wasn’t her that gasped when he flicked the fabric over his shoulders and let it slide down his arms and to the ground with a flutter, but she understood the sentiment. Devin was a beautiful man, dressed and not. He was definitely a subject apt to be captured from every angle in a mix of mediums, which he would be today. She bit her bottom lip, appreciating the way he draped his long frame across the little stage set out for him.

All she could think of was that line from that movie: draw me like one of your French girls.

“Comfy?” she asked once he seemed to have found a spot that worked for him. “You’re going to have to be still for a while, so find a position that works for you.”

He nodded and shifted around until he was hunkered down against the pillows that seemed to be bearing him aloft like a cloud. His smile, though, was anything but angelic. “This work for everybody?”

He received a myriad of hummed and more coherent positive responses.

“Just remember to be still,” a gruff voice from the back of the room called.

“Got it,” Devin replied.

“Do you have any ear buds for music or something?” Furia asked as if she’d only just remembered how boring sitting could be. She couldn’t listen to music when she did it; she always moved with the beat no matter how hard she tried. “I’ve also got audio books,” she added.

“Let’s go with that.”

Furia set her sketch pad aside and dug through the bag at her feet. The headphones would automatically sync with her phone when she took them out of the case and handed them over. “Any particular genre?”

“Surprise me.”

Devin might regret that choice. A cheeky smile spread across her lips and she bit her bottom lip. She couldn’t resist toying with him just a little. Shaundi had found the hottest read recently and Furia thought this would be the perfect time to share it with Devin.

Once he nestled the little devices in his ears, she started the book for him on the first chapter, skipping the title or the introductory information. It would begin calm enough with delicious, rich language teasing and stretching his mind into a thoughtful location before veering it toward something more lush and surprising.

Furia sat back again and resettled herself. Pulling the book back onto her lap, she tapped the end of a charcoal pencil against her bottom teeth as her thorough study of him bordered on freely ogling. Her hazel eyes moved from the tips of his toes to the sunglasses perched atop his head; she took in every inch of him in a new way. While she’d made lengthy appreciations of his body before, she’d never noticed that bulging curve of muscle at the top of his knee or the way the accent of his abs curved toward at the bottom of his ribs like a tiny little smile-shaped dimple. His gaze was direct, focused on her she realized when her eyes met his. She couldn’t help the smile that shifted across her lips, there might have also been a trace of a blush on her cheeks at him having caught her studying him—even though that was the entire reason he was there.

He flashed her a quick wink. Furia couldn’t help but wonder if the way he had his hips shifted might just prove uncomfortable and leave him with a cramp. His attention proved as focused as everyone else in the room, though Devin stared at her and they all stared at him.

The pink on her cheeks probably deepened a few shades, if the warmth of her face was any indication. She bit her bottom lip as she finally set the tip of charcoal pencil to her paper lightly. It was intense, yet somewhat unnerving to find him looking at her every time she glanced up.

Swallowing at a nervous lump in her throat, she straightened her long legs out in front of her. Gravity played along, letting the fabric drag down toward the floor, baring them to the high mid thigh due to the extreme slit in the loose skirt.

Noticing the shift in his gaze, she decided that two could definitely play this game. There was nothing innocent or accidental in the way she shifted her legs against one another, how she crossed and uncrossed them, or the trail that the end of her pencil drew over her decolletage as she studied him time and again. All the while, he just laid there like the undeterred specimen of loveliness that he was, allowing himself to be captured in every inch of his glory by a dozen and a half strangers.

The hours flew by with minimal progress on her sketch. Furia usually didn’t have this problem, of course, it wasn’t every studio sitting that she had the subject staring at her like he’d seen her naked, or might be remembering her that way.

As the time moved toward a close, some artists packed up and left. Others lingered after gathering their materials to finish up. When the time was called by the studio manager, Devin was allowed to finally move. When he sat up, Devin discovered why Furia had offered the exchange she had. Clearly, by the way his motions slowed, his muscles were likely screaming. Furia knew the sensation; she’d sat once or twice herself and it had been murder each time.

“Doing all right, Osito?” she asked. Furia was in no rush to pack up. “A little stiff?”

“You didn’t warn me about that,” he countered.

She grinned at him. “Sorry about that. I was more worried you’d balk at lounging about in your birthday suit in front of a room full of strangers. Didn’t even think about the downside of being completely still for a few hours.”

By the time, he got to his feet and pulled his robe on they were almost alone. A few artists lingered, as did the studio manager, who was leaning in the doorway.

“I can lock up for you, Ray,” Furia offered, closing her book and setting it on the low chair she’d claimed before the plans of the day included another boss.

“Appreciate that.” He turned almost instantly and headed for the door.  

“The running joke is that Ray has a second life that he runs off to after every studio,” she told Devin, explaining the reason the man so easily abandoned them there. “Some of them are convinced he’s a hit man or some kind of crime boss.” Clearly the idea amused her, if her smile were any judge.

“And here I was thinking you were just trying to get me alone in order to take advantage of me,” Devin said with a hint of a pout.

“Oops, you found me out,” she purred, strolling toward him with her hands clasped innocently behind her back.

“Did I?” His hands found her waist and pulled her close. She hummed against his lips when he kissed her. “Is there another class any time soon?” Apparently, he was good with the prospect.

Furia shook her head. “Nope. Not until tomorrow at 9 in the morning.”

He just hummed in reply as she ran her hands up his bare arms.

“So, I could keep you here all night long as my own private muse.”

“Oh, well if that’s what the art requires, how could I stand in the way?” He was so close, she could feel the shift of every word against her lips, but he just held the scantest bit of distance.

“You are so damn adorable,” she chuckled, pulling gently at the back of his neck to get his lips on hers.

His arms pulled tight around her as her fingers buried in the hair at the back of his head. Furia melted into his embrace, her body molding against the warmth of his. She could lose herself in this, his touch, his kiss, but maybe not until she locked the door. At least she realized it before someone just wandered into the studio.

Breaking the kiss, she relaxed her hold on him. “If we’re staying, I should probably lock up. Sitting for a crowd is one thing.”

A little grumble hung in his throat. He’d been lying naked thinking about having her legs wrapped around him for hours. What would another minute hurt? “Hurry back.”

She stretched up and pecked him before slipping out of his arms. “You know it.”

“Can I peek?” he called over his shoulder, noticing her sketchbook.

She stopped and spun in place. “Um. Maybe later,” she said, not sure there would be a later. She felt a bit weird denying his curiosity, but she was trying something new, something she wasn’t quite confident in. Besides, she hadn’t finished him yet, which is surely what he wanted to see. Confident he wouldn’t sneak a peek, she turned back to handle the door. At a jog, she rushed back into the studio to find that Devin had laid himself out on the dais again like an angel resting on stormy cloud.

With a grin, she admired him, then opted to even the playing field. Gathering her dress up in her hands, she pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor near the robe he’d worn into that room. Her eyes didn’t leave his, except to place soft kisses near his ankle, then another on his shin. She nipped at the inside of his knee as she crawled toward him with a slow, measured pace dripping with intent. Devin sat up and took her face in his hands, bringing her lips back to his again for a kiss.

Furia moved to his insistence, letting him lead. She pressed against him when he pulled her down with him. Held him close when he rolled them over. His lips trailed down her neck, then traced a line that could have followed the neckline of her dress if she’d still been wearing it. It felt like the same path she’d traced multiple times that evening already, only softer and interspersed with sharp nips that left her cooing.

“Thought about doing that for the last hour. You and that damnable pencil,” he scolded. His fingers teased behind her back, making quick work of the clasp. He leaned over her and slid the straps of her bra over her arms. His fingertips grazed her skin with a hint of reverence, an artist in his own right appreciating his subject. His eyes moved over her hotly and all she could think of was feeling his mouth on her body again.

“Devin,” she sighed. There was a trace of wanton need in her tone, which she didn’t even try to disguise. Her fingers threaded through the hair just above his ears.

Perhaps because he heard the plea in her voice, or just because he couldn’t resist the allure of her bare skin, Devin blazed his own new trail along the curvy swell of her breast. His hand skimmed her ribs, cupping and squeezing her breast as he wrapped his mouth around her nipple. The pressure of that gentle suck, the flicker of his tongue, then the graze of his teeth just intensified the wantonness she’d been tending the entire session while he’d been laying there in front of her on display.

She buried her hands in his hair, more in encouragement and a desire to anchor herself in that sensation. “I’ve been thinking about getting my hands on since you walked out here,” she admitted

“That explains why you kept inching your skirt higher and higher,” he countered. The flat of his tongue pressed over her flesh.

“I was hoping you’d notice.”

He straightened against her, the heat of his body searing against her skin. His kiss demanded her full attention. “How could I not?” He brushed her hair away from her face, cradling her head and teasing his tongue into her mouth.

Furia had no answer to that question, save to keep kissing him. Her leg slipped over his hip and she shifted against him. He’d managed his self control for the last hour, and now with the studio emptied and the door locked, Devin had abandoned every single shred of it. He grabbed her ass and pressed hard against her, wrenching a low moan from her. She moved in tandem with him, until he broke the kiss.

With a bit of a rush, his mouth teased down her body. Anticipation coursed through her with every spot he kissed or tugged at with his teeth. He knelt between her legs, his hands tugging at the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips, then raised her legs to help him strip away that final barrier between them. He caught one of her legs, and rested it against his chest. Soft wet kisses pressed against her ankle, along the length of her calf. He concentrated on her knee longer than she thought absolutely necessary, but his attentions were enticing.

She leaned back and allowed him the chance to tease her. As he crept along the length of her thigh, she let a hand sweep over her own skin. In its own way, it was another taunt targeted at him. Teasing her nipple to a taut peak earned her a sharp bite to the inner thigh, which prompted a vocal keen. It was the most delightful kind of oneupmanship. When he reached the apex of her thighs, her nails skimmed over her ribs, leaving pink trails in their wake.

Soft kisses quickened her breath and she couldn’t take her eyes off of him as he hovered there, teasing her with every breath and the promise of his proximity. A smile played across his lips, then he planted a gentle kiss right over her clit. She couldn’t help but shudder. That first gentle touch opened a flood gate of sensation. He touched her softly, languid licks and little pecks. The more vocally she responded, the more adamant and pressing his attentions became. She came with his fingers curled inside her and his lips wrapped around that engorged bundle of nerves that exploded in a flood of sensation; her hips moved of their own accord riding out a wave of pleasure against his tongue as he worked her over her peak.

A growling satisfied chuckle crept along her belly, paired with kisses. His hand did not abandon her body until she pulled his mouth back to hers wordlessly.

He settled himself between her legs, and despite the lingering softness in her limbs, she draped one leg over him and pressed her body against the length of his hard cock. Sated, yes. Desperate for more, also, yes.

“You know,” she laughed, when his lips were on her neck again. “I thought I’d at least get you home first.”

“Your mistake.” He leaned over her. “Over estimating my ability to resist you.”

Furia shook her head, she didn’t believe the claim, or maybe she just couldn’t. When she moved beneath him, he moved with her. “And it had nothing to do with the fact that almost everyone in this room was gawking at you.” He let her get him onto his back and she settled herself on his hips. With a slow shift, her body teased his arousal and with a little circle, she pressed her clit against the head of his cock. “I’m pretty sure your fan base might have grown this evening.”

“That’s not the only thing,” his hips rose playfully.

“I’m aware.” She abandoned him for a scant moment, stretching to the edge of the dais for her bag. Her own capacity for teasing, shortened considerably when he looked at her with that dark frenzy. “Guess we should address that,  sí?” Sitting atop him again, she pressed more of her body against his.

For now, the condom stayed in her hand. She leaned over and kissed him hard. Her body hitched against his with a sense of desperation. She wanted him, wanted to feel him inside her, but she continued to deny them both.

His hand tightened in the hair at the base of her neck and he pulled her mouth away from his. His breathing was fast and deep when he pressed her forehead to his. “Fuck, Furia,” he growled, finding her gaze beneath the curtain of her dark waves.

“We’re getting there,” she teased with a laugh.

“I want you.”

She rolled her hips in a very deliberate motion. “I know.”

“Fuck me.”

Her lips found his again, and she gave in. Shifting enough to get her hands between them, she worked quickly to roll the condom down the length of him. She never broke the kiss, working blind. Lining him up, Furia sank down on him. The snap of his hips broke her slow, teasing motion and stole her breath. Clearly, he could only handle so much taunting, but she could not complain—Devin felt divine.

When his hips shifted downward, she moved in tandem, rising to make the inevitable meeting of their bodies all the more dramatic for both of them. Once she sat upward to show off her body for him, Devin’s hands held her thighs so tight she knew there’d be sweet bruises there in the morning to remind her of the pleasure they stole together that night. They’d be a tempting reminder of him, of how he made her feel, and what they’d shared.

She pressed her hands to his chest, which gave her the leverage to dramatically curve her body into every upward thrust of his hips. “Dios, Devin,” she growled. The way they moved pushed her closer, her hips pressing and grinding against his, chasing a fleeting tenuous sensation that would explode into uncontrollable convulsions of pleasure. Inching closer and closer, he seemed to sense it, or maybe he could just feel the tightening in her body. His hands moved over her skin in soft touches, sharp scratches, biting pinches. Then finally one hand clasped over her breast, massaging. When he teased at her aching nipples, the spark shattered with a silent scream brought the near constant wail of her moans.

The sporadic movement of her hips, the twitching of the muscles in her thighs, all belied the orgasm that shook through her. Furia collapsed against his chest, his arms encircling her immediately. His mouth found hers, and he fucked her though the irregular motions of her aftershocks. All the while, she moaned and whimpered against his lips, kissing him with frenzied abandon. Once a relaxed sense of control returned to her body, Devin rolled them over again.

Leaving a trail of kisses down her neck as he put a bit of distance between them once more. The angle he found, threatened to pull her apart again. Greedily, one of her hands scratched down his torso and found its way to her clit. Devin smirked at her, pulling one leg over his shoulder, which only made his stroke that much more pointed and seemed to direct every stroke against that searing spot inside her that throbbed. She knew she’d come again, maybe even before him.

Her eyes never broke his gaze. All flushed with a sheen of sweat glistening in the kind, soft light of the studio, he was as beautiful as ever. He felt even better. His lips pressed to her ankle, then nipped at the bony protrusion there.

“Oh, damn,” he growled when he felt it. The quiver that started around his cock, then spread through the rest of her like a Furia-sized earthquake. Their moans mingled in that open space, reverberating back to them. Her leg slipped down his arm as he leaned over her, thrusting harder and deeper with his own release, as if he could somehow fuck her right through the dais with enough determination. She clutched at his shoulders, keening incoherently.

He slowed, eventually stilling inside her. His body relaxed against hers, as their lips met again. This time the kisses were languid, decadent. She savored every lick, every taste of his mouth. Her fingers threaded through his hair as they laid there, still joined, at least for the moment. The heft of his cock inside her shifted as he softened.

There was a hint of reluctance, when his hand slipped between them and their bodies peeled apart. Both of them whimpered at the sudden, regrettable distance. Furia didn’t move at first, she just watched him sit up, then walk across the room and back. When he reached the dais again, she stood on the step, which almost evened out their height difference, and kissed him long and deep. He held her gently in his arms, touching her naked body lazily. She knew it wouldn’t take much for him to stir her up again, but she thought it might be best if that not happen here.

“Are you hungry?” she whispered against his lips.

He broke the kiss moments later to reply. “I could eat.”

The way he said it made her giggle. “Bet you could.”

His tongue flicked against her lips.

“How about I feed you, then you can have another helping of dessert?”

His arms tightened around her waist, and he lifted her off her feet. Moving her away from the dais, he set her on the ground not far from where some of her underwear had ended up. “Sounds like a plan. Your place, then?”

“Yeah. You can drive,” she said, wearing a telling smirk.

“No, not this time,” Devin chuckled. “Tonight we’ll have to see how you drive with my hand knuckles-deep.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she taunted, slipping out of his grip to dress.

He pinched her on the rear, earning chirrup and a little hop away.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” she warned.

“Never,” Devin promised.

[joon-bugs]

Taste

~Today marks two very important things: The first post of a Jimin smut, and my birthday! This is a gift for both you and me. Enjoy!~ 

Synopsis: You decide to wear Jimin's shirt on a lazy afternoon. He takes notice of this and comes to the conclusion that you look like a good substitution for breakfast  

word count: 2,331 

pairing: Jimin/Reader 

genre: smut 

warnings: fingering, swearing, oral (f receiving), teasing, begging, praising, kitchen christening ;)

 It was late afternoon by the time you managed to wake up. You groaned, turning to bury your face deeper into the soft bed covers. The thick blankets had been warmed overnight by your body heat and provided a cocoon of comfort, leaving you floating in a haze of bliss.  You partially blamed the excess of sleep on the closed curtains which darkened the space considerably, but also on the late night of...fun you had with your boyfriend the evening before. You blushed recalling the memories of tangled limbs, your bodies moving in sweaty unison.

     A shuffling movement beside you brought your attention to so-called boyfriend, as he adjusted himself, still asleep. His ribs were presented to you then, showing off an inked word. You brought your hand up quietly to lightly brush the letters, tracing the jagged beginning of an ‘n’, before ending at the rounded swoop of a ‘d’. The painted ‘nevermind’ was Jimin's reminder to be more forgiving of himself and to not let his mistakes suffocate him. It was his only tattoo, but that made it all the more special in your opinion. You were content to repeat your movements again when Jimin let out a low moan.

      The heat that flared in your belly suddenly made you dizzy, igniting an intense want inside of you. However, the idea of rolling over to douse the growing flame of lust within was immediately put on hold due to the sharp pain of hunger that made itself known. You sighed quietly, before deciding it was time to get up and start the day, or what was left of it.

      You sat up slowly and rubbed your eyes, before pulling on a pair of discarded boy shorts and after a thought, threw on a long-sleeved striped shirt. You inhaled deeply, reveling in the sweet yet musky scent of Jimin. You smiled in contentment as your feet made contact with the padding of the plush carpet, the cool temperature somewhat soothing the ache of arousal. You stretched languidly, your movements resembling that of a cat. You groaned lowly at the feeling of your bones cracking and tension melting away from your tired muscles. The rumbling of an empty stomach reminded you of your reasoning for venturing out of bed.

      “Fine. Fine.” You mumbled, shuffling into the adjacent room, shivering at the cold tile of the kitchen floor.  You wanted to cook something for your slumbering boyfriend and didn't want him awake and distracting you.

  That's how we stayed up so late last night. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at how overeager Jimin could be. You loved him dearly that's for sure but sometimes you wanted a moment of peace to yourself.

   You crept to the small kitchen in your shared apartment and stooped down to give the small white kitten, fondly named Lily, a quick pat. She purred immediately, loving the attention.

   “Don't  go making too much noise, Papa is asleep.” You instructed the animal, reaching into a cabinet to get down a cooking pan. Rose tilted her head curiously and rubbed against your leg, wanting more attention.

  “Later baby.” You promised, rubbing her body once more to appease her. After placing the pan on the counter, you got out the other necessary tools and ingredients for omelets and turned on some mellow tunes before getting to work.

   The soothing vocals of soft RnB filled the kitchen, your hips swaying to the beat. You did a full turn and almost dropped the eggs when you noticed a sleepy form gazing at you.

   “Jimin!” You chastised, clutching your chest. You took in the sight of his wild bed head and bare chest and immediately forgave him. He was just too adorable.

Jimin rubbed his eye and looked you up and down.

   “Is that my shirt?” He chuckled, his morning voice deep and soft. You blushed but placed a hand on your hip sassily.

    “And if it is?” You asked, giving him a grin. Jimin smirked and took a step towards you, making you swallow. He bent down to your ear and his warm breath caused goosebumps to rise on your skin.

    “It looks good on you..although it would look a lot better on the floor.” He whispered, his muscled arm caging you in against the counter. He ran a finger up your bare thigh, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Oh no. I know what that look means. You thought, thinking of an escape plan. Jimin pressed his body against yours, his head lowering.

   “Jimin! Im making food you-.” You began but was cut off by Jimin taking your earlobe between his teeth. You swooned, your legs feeling weak suddenly. However, Jimin caught the back of your knees and lifted you onto the counter.

You gasped, your hands automatically going to his shoulders.

   “C'mon baby..let's play for a little bit.” He whispered, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your exposed neck.

You began to pant, one hand moving to grip his black locks. You arched your back, pressing your body close to his. You really couldn't resist him if you were being honest. And you didn't mind in the slightest.

As Jimin reached the bottom of the shirt he got down on his knees and looked up at you with heated eyes. You swallowed loudly, breathing in heavily. If there was one thing in life you were certain about: there was nothing hotter than Park Jimin between your thighs. You rubbed your legs together, hoping to relieve the building arousal. Jimin seemed to take notice of this movement and smirked, before putting both of his hands on your knees. He spread them apart from each other never taking his eyes off of you.

    You whined in irritation, distraught at the loss of friction.

    “Somebody's excited.” Jimin chuckled, tilting his head to the side innocently, his fingers digging into your skin. You huffed loudly, clenching the back of Jimin’s neck, indicating to him that you weren’t fooled by his attempt to be coy. Jimin chuckled as his hands ventured upward, the rough pads of his fingers sending tingles up your spine.

    You gripped the short hairs at the base of his neck, using them as an anchor. God this man will be the death of me. You thought, your eyes taking in the darkened gaze and thick lips of your boyfriend.

    “Kiss me.” You commanded, biting your lip. Jimin raised a brow at this, tilting his face up.

           “Oh, I plan to.” He gave you a wide smile, his eyes disappearing. You closed your eyes, lips pursed expectantly. However, you weren't ready for the feeling of a nose pressing against your clit.

             “Ah-h!” You flailed, almost kicking Jimin in the process. This didn't slow him down in the slightest though. Taking the moment in stride he gripped the cheeks of your backside, tilting your hips closer to him. You moved to grip the edge of the counter, both thrilled and afraid.

           “Jimin wha-,” you began but was quickly silenced as he buried his face into your crotch, inhaling deeply. The warmth of his breath caused you to pant, your underwear growing damper.  

           “You smell so good, baby..” Jimin accentuated this statement with a long lick up your middle, wetting the shorts you were wearing. You blushed, feeling a bit odd at this action but nonetheless turned on.

"And I know you taste good too..” Jimin wet his lips before rising up to his full height, the new angle causing you to fall back on the hard surface of the counter. You winced as your head connected with the laminate material, and you gave your smiling boyfriend a glare. He gave an apologetic kiss to your knee before hooking the v of your legs over his shoulders, his arms bulging. You scrambled for purchase on the slick countertop, but finding none, settled for grasping the top of Jimin’s waistband.

“J-Jimin.” You stuttered, looking up at him, sweat sticking your hair to your face. In your months together you two had done a lot of sexual things. But the kitchen was an area you had always been hesitant about exploring. The idea of food near bodily fluids really didn’t appeal to you. But something about the spontaneity of this moment was getting to you, and you found yourself not caring about how much cleaning you would have to do.

The new position of your pelvis seemed to aid Jimin in his ministrations, for he appeared pleased by how much more control he possessed. His hands wrapped around your knees, clutching them tightly in place.

“How nice of you to make breakfast for me.” He glided his mouth on the inside of your right leg, pausing every so often to suck bright red marks in his wake.

“Besides, you always know what I want to eat.”

The fabric of your shorts and underwear soon became a hindrance as Jimin ate you out feverishly. You begged him to take them off but he only sucked and nipped at the cloth, making them tighter and more uncomfortable for you. You threw your head back, digging your nails into Jimin's lower back, breathing in short gasps. You wanted his lips to meet your flesh, for you knew it would feel fantastic.

Your hands flew down to slap the counter beneath you after one particularly hard bite.

"Fuck!” You yelled, tears of frustration forming in the corners of your eyes. Why did Jimin always feel the need to be a tease? You jerked your hips, trying to get as much out of what he was giving you as possible. Jimin growled as your fingers began to scratch down his abs, and his hand ventured under your shirt in response. It tickled your skin, but before you could even think about laughing, you found your chest exposed to the cold air as your shirt was yanked up.

Your nipples hardened immediately and you gasped at the contrast in sensations.

"Jimin, ah-”

"Touch yourself for me.” He commanded, his voice husky. He lowered himself back down, his hands still holding your legs. His body heaved with the force of his heavy breathing, and you could see the outline of his arousal through his sweatpants.

“What?” You had heard him but were too distracted by the sight before you to obey him. He freed one of his hands and brought one up to flick a nipple and you saw white, scrambling to follow Jimin's wishes.

“Start playing with these or I won't make you come.” He threatened, soothing the abused bud with his thumb.

You started to caress and fondle your breasts, moaning at the feeling. You glanced down at Jimin to gauge his reaction and was pleased to see his full bottom lip pulled between his teeth aggressively.

“You’re such a good girl for me Y/N..I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

At this statement your soaked shorts were ever so slowly pulled down and off your hips, hitting the floor with an audible plop. You quickly tried closing your legs as the air assaulted your exposed genitalia, but your boyfriend was still between them, effectively stopping your attempt.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy now?” Jimin asked, giving you a once over. You were sure you looked quite the sight.

“Just-ngh! Touch me. Please. Touch me.”  It really should have been embarrassing how much you were begging, but with Jimin you threw all caution to the wind, carefulness be damned.

He smiled then, all teeth. Predatory. He leaned away from your crotch, never breaking eye contact.

“I love it when you beg. It's so fucking cute.”

You let out a huff of air, irritated that you were being ignored when something thick and cold was shoved inside of you. Your back arched, your mouth opens in a silent scream. The ‘something’ became two and they scissored into your cavern, wet squelching noises following their motions. The fast pace had you thrashing violently so Jimin pressed his free arm across your stomach, holding you in place. Your legs were trembling, toes curling.

        “Ohhh you're taking me in so well baby.” Jimin crooned lips on display in a pout.

Your hands had abandoned their attention on your chest, instead choosing to claw at the arm restraining you. Jimin winced, digging your nails out of him and moving your hand to his head.

“Hold on to this baby. It doesn't hurt.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. You gripped the base of his neck as if your life depended on it, clinging to the dark strands of hair. His fingers resumed their brutal pace bringing you closer and closer to that rapturous edge. You bucked against him, riding his digits.  He grunted, the exertion pushing beads of sweat down his forehead, sticking his hair in his eyes.

“J-im-min! I think, I think-”

“I know, I can tell you're close. Fuck, you look so good like this.” He growled, curving his fingers upward. You clenched your eyes tight, your body quaking. You were preparing to climax, as you scratched light cuts down Jimin’s shoulders.

That was when the awful stench of burning eggs hit your nose, ruining your euphoric high.

      “Oh my god, our breakfast!” You yelled, shoving at Jimin until he got the hint to move. You jumper off of the counter, ignoring the wet feeling in your nether regions, and hurriedly took the now blackened pan off the stove.

      “Dammit!” You cursed, moving your ruined meal to the trash. You pouted and sighed deeply, letting out a long groan. So much for yummy food. You thought sourly, barely noticing when your boyfriend came up and wrapped his hands around your midsection.

      “Baby..forget it. We can eat out. My treat. But after I finish some business.” Jimin said, pulling you back to the bedroom.

   “Business huh?” You asked, with a quirked brow.

Jimin only gave you a huge smile, his eyes twinkling playfully.  

Written by Rose

[midnightghostwriter]

me you

↬ summary: a bad breakup sends you reeling - both into despair and the arms of your best friend

↬ genre: fluff / friends to lovers

↬ pairing: jay park x reader

↬ word count: 9.7k

a/n: this was a request sent to me by the darling @kxxkiemonsterx ! i had such a good time writing this that it, uh, turned out pretty long i’m sorry haha. but thank you for the request dear & i hope it’s everything you wanted ;D

the title comes from san e’s song “me you” which you should totally listen to if you somehow haven’t yet~

For most people, 9:30 on a Friday night meant being out partying, most likely in the company of friends, or using the opportunity to look for a different kind company. It meant being out at some club and slamming drinks until the flashing lights and thrumming bass made your head spin faster than the disco ball over head. For others still, it was date night.

Unless your name was Jay Park.

If that was the case, most Friday nights (that weren’t spent at various events and parties attended in a mostly professional capacity) were spent in one of a myriad of studios mixing, recording, or reviewing new tracks and remixes. When you were the CEO of two different music companies with at least ten people each, your docket for Fridays tended to fill up fairly quickly.

This particular Friday, Jay was holed up in a studio at AOMG, most of the others having cleared out some time ago in the name of sleep or drinks to make up for a long, grueling week of work. Chase had insisted that he tag along, take a much needed break from the tracks they’d been working on for the better part of the last five plus days, but Jay insisted right back that the sooner this was done the sooner they could spend more than just one night celebrating. There hadn’t really been an argument for that, so Chase had left him to it, and taken Loco and the others along for good measure, since the younger guys had a tendency to goof off. Sometimes their enthusiasm made Jay remember what it was like to be their age (not that he was old enough to really be thinking like that), but tonight he’d allow for no distractions.

A mantra like that should’ve meant headphones on, phone on silent, doors locked until he decided everything was perfect. Or that when his phone rang the first time he sent it to voicemail and then put it on do not disturb like he should’ve the first time. And that when it rang for a third time, per the “emergency call” settings he’d put in place, he only spent a few seconds at best on the call to determine whether or not it really was a life threatening situation. But Jay had always had a soft spot where you were concerned, and the moment he heard your voice over the line – rough, tired, and distressed, all things not typical of you – he knew he’d be saving his work and dropping it for the rest of the night.

“Hey Jay. Sorry I’m sure you’re busy, but – “

“Don’t sweat it, I always have time for you.” He didn’t let himself think about how stupid that sounded, instead swiveling away from the computer screen with a frown. “What’s up? You sound awful.”

“Jay I’m sorry, I-I,” you hiccupped and it was then he realized you weren’t sick or anything, but that your voice was scraped raw and tight from crying, “I didn’t know what else to-to do, I’m sorry…”

“Stop apologizing and tell me what’s going on,” he prodded. Silence and he wondered for a second if the line had gone dead, but then, in a voice so small he almost didn’t hear you, you answered,

“It’s… It’s Euntaek. He broke up with me.”

“Wait, what? Didn’t you guys like just celebrate your thousand day anniversary last week? He bought you that fancy Swarovski piece and everything.” You hummed your assent but there was no heart behind it, which only drove home to him how shitty you must be feeling, though you were clearly trying not to show it.

“We did but… I don’t wanna talk about it all right now. But he was supposed to take me home, and now he’s gone, so I’m stranded in Hongdae, and I… really need your help.” You paused again. “If you’re busy I can ask one of the other guys, though. I wouldn’t want to take up too much of your work time. I just panicked after he left and called you first and…”

“Don’t bother, they’re probably all smashed. Stay somewhere safe and I’ll come get you,” Jay ordered, beginning to move around the studio to grab his stuff. Keys, keys, where were his keys…?

“Are you sure?” He finally found them hiding in a jacket that wasn’t the one he’d put on, and shoved the door open.

“Already on my way.”

  Before you could offer any more objections, Jay had hung up. Well, it seemed you’d be getting your rescue after all. Now that your moment of panic had settled somewhat, the reality of the situation descended on you. It was all you could do to wrap your jacket tighter around yourself and lean against the wall outside the club instead of collapsing to the ground like your legs wanted so badly to do.

You had always prided yourself on being fairly strong, emotionally and physically. Things that had your friends worked up or in tears didn’t usually affect you the same way – you had always been a reliable rock in that regard, able to control yourself and not let things get to you so you could keep your cool. But this… this was far outside your usual realm of expertise. Never had you expected to have to deal with a situation like this one, and you were shaken, to say the least.

Eyes squeezing shut, your fingers wrapped tighter around the phone in your hand as you shook your head. No, no, you wouldn’t think about all that right now. It was too much too fast, and you feared that if you dwelled on it too long your head and heart might be so overwhelmed they’d shut down altogether. You just had to wait a bit and Jay would be here and everything would be okay.

It was almost stupid, you thought, that you should get so much comfort from that thought alone. Sure you and Jay had been friends for a while now, and he had always been your source of stability when things went to shit, but… it was a feeling you’d never really had with Euntaek. He’d made you happy once upon a time, made you smile, but nothing about it felt the same as the easy, free-flowing camaraderie you had with Jay. You’d always chalked it up to his own ability to befriend almost anyone, and not given it much contemplation, but now…

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car door at the end of the small side street, and after squinting a bit in the dark you realized it was Jay himself. There was a strange look on his face, like he was trying to decide between being angry and being worried, but it had more or less settled into the latter by the time he reached you. The sight of him made all your earlier anxiety and sadness wash over you again, and within seconds you were struggling to keep your tears from ruining even more of your makeup than they already had. Before your breakdown could draw the attention of the few club patrons gathered outside, he’d looped an arm around your shoulders and was guiding you back down the street.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

He continued muttering assurances as you clung to him, trying not to trip in your heels with your blurred vision. God, you probably looked like such a mess, but you were too tired and distraught to be embarrassed about it with him of all people. Once he was certain you were safely buckled into the passenger seat, he closed the door and moved into the driver’s side. Slumping into the warmth of the seat, you kicked off your shoes so you could hug your knees to your chest. You felt more than saw when Jay reached over and put his hand on your shoulder, and you glanced blearily at him. Though you were wrapped up in your own tumult of emotions, your heart still squeezed a little at the genuine concern written on his face. What did you do to deserve a best friend like him? It was silent for a moment, like he was deciding what to say, but instead he only shifted slightly and brushed some hair out of your face that had been in danger of sticking to your ruined makeup, and tucked it behind your ear.

Why did that simple act make your heart feel so warm and fuzzy all of a sudden? You marked it up as some weird, misplaced idea that the touch was filling some void for affection that Euntaek’s departure had left in you, and didn’t say anything about it. A second later Jay pulled back, taking the car out of park and maneuvering back onto the main road.

“Let’s get you home,” he muttered, and you hummed gratefully.

  You were cognizant enough to get yourself out of the car, and for that Jay was grateful. But apparently not enough so to remember you’d removed your shoes when you got in in the first place, a fact he was very abruptly reminded of when you attempted to stand and a strangled sound escaped you when your feet touched the rain-soaked pavement. He tried not to laugh at the pout on your face as you huddled by the door.

“Why don’t you put your shoes back on, princess? We’re almost there.” You gaze slid to the stilettos on the floor by your seat and you grimaced, which he shouldn’t have found adorable, but did.

“But my feet hurt,” you grumbled, and he marveled at your ability to switch gears from panicked mess to pouty child during the short drive. “I don’t wanna wear them up all those stairs.”

“It’s two flights - two very very short flights - and then you can take them off forever if you want to,” he insisted and you huffed, making it clear just what you thought of the idea. After contemplating for a moment or two if it was worth fighting you on, he decided against it – you’d already been through enough tonight he could tell, even without the full story. He sighed.

“Fine. Pick them up for me at least, okay? Otherwise we’ll both forget about them, and you won’t remember they’re in here until next week.” When you’d hooked the straps around your fingers and adjusted your jacket against the chill, he locked the car. “Alright, gimme your keys.” You gave him a questioning stare. “C’mon, hurry up. It’s cold.” You acquiesced, and then squealed in surprise as he lifted you off the ground.

“J-Jay! What are you- “ He gave you a withering look.

“Be quiet or you’ll wake up everyone, alright? I’m not letting you walk up to your apartment barefoot.” Apparently there was no more to say about it, as he’d already started across the small parking lot to your building, leaving you to wrap your arms around his neck and tuck yourself closer to him so you didn’t go tumbling to the ground. Not that Jay would’ve let that happen, you knew, but you didn’t trust your own luck enough to risk it.

When the two of you reached the door, he shifted slightly so he could unlock it without dropping you on your ass, and stepped quickly inside. Warm air wrapped around you both, chasing away the chill from the night and drawing a happy sigh from you. After securing the lock behind him, Jay helped lower you so your feet could touch the floor, but your exhaustion had already seeped into your bones and gotten the better of you, and you ended up leaning on him more than standing upright on your own. An apology poised itself to exit in a mumble past your lips but he only put an arm around your waist to better support you once he had put his own shoes by the door. There was a question dredged up by the action, one that would ask what exactly his intentions were, but you couldn’t be bothered stringing the words together to voice it, and remained content instead to let him lead you down the hall toward the bathroom.

Cold tile met your feet before your eyes could actually pierce the darkness and see it, and you did your best to ignore the discomforting chill that ran up your body from the sensation. It only lasted a few seconds anyway, chased away by the firm squeeze of your eyes shutting against sudden fluorescence when Jay hit the switch. He mumbled an apology as your tired gaze did its best to adjust, nudging you in the direction of the stretch of counter by the sink.

“Sit here. Where do you keep your makeup stuff?” The question finally opened your mind to the vague notion of guilt that had been pressing itself upon you, and instead of answering your lips twisted in a frown at his back as he looked over the bottles and pots of various beauty products on your shelves.

“Jay, it’s okay. I only asked for a ride, you’ve done your due diligence or whatever. I’ll be okay.” The look he gave you was almost comically skeptical, and not unlike others you had seen from him before. A childish urge to reach out and poke at the crease between his brows reared its head but you squashed it in favor of raising yours right back.

“Will you though? Somehow I think that’s a load of bullshit bravado.” His expression eased, made gentler by a wave of concern that washed over it. You were beginning to feel something like remorse for the amount of times the emotion had appeared on his face tonight because of you. But there was no chance to voice it or argue before he continued. “Just let me help you, aight? Your night has been total shit, and you asked for my help. So just chill. Now, you’ve got makeup wipes right? Where are they? Your face is a total mess.”

The light, teasing edge to the words erased some of your own negative emotions enough to provoke a small smile as you directed him to the shelf in question where a packet of wipes hid behind your normal bottles of remover and face wash. You mostly used them at times when you were far too not-sober to be bothered with a full routine, but you were going to make an exception in favor of not letting him even attempt anything else. Boy might be grace and technique on stage, but he was one of the clumsiest idiots you’d met anywhere else, and you wanted to keep your vision.

You followed directions well enough, closing your eyes when he told you to, doing your best not to fidget as he slowly and carefully cleared away the signs of your meltdown not so long ago. When he had to venture near your eyes, he placed a hand on your hips to keep you steady, and you did your best to ignore the heat of his skin against yours through your dress, or the way your stomach flip-flopped at his closeness whenever your eyes were open. God, just how desperate were you right now? Clearly the alcohol hadn’t fully run its course yet. Or so you’d think, except you hadn’t had a single drink all night.

Breathing was done shallowly and sparsely until he backed away and nodded approvingly, depositing the filthy wipe into your small rubbish bin. He hovered for a second as you made to hop off the counter and you rolled your eyes, waving him away. You were much more lucid now, having somehow regained some of your calm and composure while sitting there, and fully capable of getting down by yourself. At least that was what you told him, and not that you weren’t sure you wanted to find out how your mostly-rational brain would react to that physical contact.

“I’ll just go change really quick,” you told him, and hurried out of the room. Jay watched you go until he heard the bedroom door shut, and figured you’d made it without collapsing into a messy pile in the hall. He believed you, mostly, that you were fine now, but he couldn’t help worrying all the same. He’d never really seen you as shaken up as you had been tonight, and something told him that you weren’t as “okay” as you wanted him to believe, that things weren’t quite settled just yet.

There was no sense in him standing around here while you futzed about your bedroom though, so he wandered his way toward your kitchen, reacquainting himself with the place as he went. It had been a while since the two of you had hung out somewhere that wasn’t a club he was already at, the studio he was holed up in, or in a corner booth some place between the two of you. Life kept you both too busy for things like movie nights or take-out hangouts that normal people did with their friends. Even so, it struck Jay just how lived-in your place looked - decorated with all kinds of touches that just screamed your taste, your likes, your interests. Various papers with notes to yourself, your laptop with a stack of documents that must be from work resting on the dining table, an unfolded blanket thrown haphazardly over the back of the couch to look at least kind of cleaned up. Even your kitchen had a few dishes (already rinsed, he noticed) in the sink, and containers of varying ingredients or miscellaneous items in varying stages of emptiness lined up on the counters and top of the fridge.

It looked like a home, more than just a place to sleep that had your legal name on it like his own. Sure yours lacked the animal inhabitants that made his slightly less spartan (you frequently argued that you couldn’t really spare the time or money for pet maintenance right now), but he could almost see how much time you spent in the place. Somehow, it made him wish he had more time than just an unknown number of minutes to spend here.

Wow, what an incredibly and grossly domestic thought to have.

He shook it off in favor of raiding your cabinets, humming appreciatively when he found a half-bottle of Jack in one and shot glasses in another. He could apologize or buy you more later, he reasoned, as he filled the glasses, downing one on his own and leaving the other waiting patiently on the counter. Feeling restless now, and less like he could also lay siege to your fridge without repercussions, he had the sudden realization that it was taking you an awful long time to change. Even he had his ego enough in check to know it wasn’t because you were agonizing over what might impress him (the two of you had seen each other in sloppy loungewear on multiple occasions by now), so the idea that you had taken more than ten minutes to do anything set off an alarm in the back of his mind that had him assuming the worst and praying for the best.

Shot glass forgotten, he wandered back toward the hallway that led to your still closed bedroom door. Fingers crossed you’d forgive him for being kind of a creep, he took a few steps until he could make out any sort of noise from beyond the faux wood, and what he heard sent his mild concern into anxious overdrive. The sounds you were making resembled something close to choked hiccups mixed with subdued caterwauling, and it set him on edge. Notions about decency and invasion of privacy went out the window as he put his fist to the door in a hurried series of knocks. The sounds cut off with a hiccupping breath and then dissolved into faint sniffling.

“Hey… everything okay in there?” He called when you offered no other reaction to his intrusion. Another bout of sniffles, then your wobbling voice responded,

“Y-yeah, just fine. S-sorry, I’ll be out in a m-minute, okay?”

“You don’t sound fine,” he pointed out rather obviously and a strangled sound - an attempted laugh perhaps? - was your response.

“Seriously, it’s fine. J-just give me a sec…” You trailed off and Jay resolved himself that he would make this up to you tenfold later as he put his hand to the door handle and shoved it open despite your request. He was only mildly surprised when you didn’t react in outrage or irritation, and instead veritably ignored his entrance entirely.

He had been right to guess you hadn’t bothered with more than simple loungewear that should’ve taken you all of three minutes to throw on, and that something else had kept you in here making sounds like a dying cat. You were huddled on your bed, hair in a messy bun and oversized sweatshirt nearly covering up your sleep shorts, surrounded by a mess of other clothes that were distinctly not yours. Or at least he assumed not, given they all looked to be articles meant for someone more of Sunghwa or Kiseok’s build than yours. His grim assumptions were confirmed when he found that you were staring at a photo frame, and though he could only see the pins on the back, he had a feeling it wouldn’t be hard to guess what it held behind the glass front.

The features he’d so delicately helped clear of makeup earlier were stained again, this time with tear tracks and blotchy red, eyes puffy not from rubbing off your eyeliner but from the saltwater that still lingered on their rims and threatened to spill over at any given second. He wasn’t quite sure what had happened, but the damning evidence made it pretty easy to piece together. When you didn’t attempt to throw him out, he crossed the room and sat down next to you.

His guess as to what currently held your attention had been correct: clutched between your bone-white fingers and splashed with your tears was a picture of you and the boy - Jay refused to use the word “man” with someone like him - who had caused this whole mess tonight. You were glued to his side, smiling wide like the cameraperson had just told a hilarious joke, clearly having the time of your life. He vaguely recalled seeing a photo like this on your feeds not that long ago, when you had gone sauntering off on a much-needed vacation while Jay was busy with stuff for the new label. He remembered it crossing his sight after a few drinks one night and being irrationally jealous that you looked so damn happy without him - and had immediately downed more drinks to forget the feeling because who the fuck did he think he was to be having thoughts like that?

“I can’t believe how naive I was,” you whispered after a few moments of silence. “I was so busy being starry-eyed at him I didn’t even see the signs. Or maybe I did and I didn’t want to believe it.” The picture hit the duvet with a dull thwumpf and you wrapped your arms this time around your knees, curling in on yourself as you stared without seeing at the floral patterns beneath the two of you.

“Do you…” The words stumbled haltingly out of Jay’s mouth, hesitant to push you but he could see just how painful holding everything in was becoming. “Do you wanna tell me what happened?” A shaky breath rattled your frame next to him, but you nodded after a moment’s consideration. It was better to get it out, wasn’t it? And he deserved to know just why you were freaking out over this so much more than any of the other breakups you’d gone through.

“Apparently,” you started, voice small, “apparently Euntaek has had another girlfriend. For about three months now.” You studied your feet to avoid seeing the flurry of emotions that twisted Jay’s features, or the way his eyes widened and his hands clenched the blanket to avoid breaking any of your valuables.

“That long?” He finally asked when all other words had failed to come to mind or be anything but expletives. There was a pause after you nodded, and another shaky breath, while he waited for you to continue.

“Tonight was supposed to be his friend’s birthday, and they wanted to go to this club. I had to work a little later so I said I’d meet him there and he said okay. But when… when I showed up…” Your bottom lip slid between your teeth, a desperate attempt to hold it together, to prevent more tears from falling and drowning out your words. “When I got there, he was with this girl I’d seen a few times, but he’d always insisted she was just a friend from work, and she was never around me long enough for me to question it. And she was all over him, with her tongue down his fucking throat…” You were shaking now, a nauseating mixture of rage and sorrow swirling through your insides. It took a few seconds for your tumult to subside enough to register that Jay had started a comforting path across your back with the hand that wasn’t holding for dear life to your blankets.

“I couldn’t even say anything at first, I was too shocked. It wasn’t until he saw me that… We started screaming at each other, right there in the club like some kind of animals - it was mortifying, but I couldn’t think past how upset I was. He tried to say something like he’d meant to break up with me before our anniversary… Then she stepped in and said some shit about how I was being a child and I should leave, but he said no, they’d leave instead. And then he just… told me not to talk to him ever again and left.” Before you could say anything else, something to lighten the mood, to make such a monumental disaster seem a little less destructive, the fresh tears your story had brought to your eyes were falling, and any further words were lost as you broke down again. You didn’t have the presence of mind to object when Jay pulled you from the ball you’d curled into and pressed your face into his shoulder, holding you there as you shook and sobbed, accompanied by the occasional murmur of his voice in your ear.

You couldn’t say how long it took for your newest outburst to dissolve into sniffles and gasps for air, just that when it was over you felt drained, scraped raw. Jay was still tracing circles on your back and shoulders, not saying anything as you finally started to get yourself together. You didn’t realize you’d been clinging to him for dear life until you tried to move your hands and realized the joints were stiff from clutching his shirt. A forced chuckle rasped out of your mouth, followed by a sweep of heat across your face signaling your utter disgust with yourself at the situation.

“I guess I owe you a new shirt,” you tried to joke, but it felt flat even to your ears.

“It’s fine,” he assured, not making any move to push you away as your breathing finally began to even out. “Feel better?” You nodded mutely, taking another shaky deep breath.

“Y-yeah. Thanks. Sorry.” It was all you could manage in the moment to encompass the things you felt about the patience and caring he’d demonstrated ever since you called him a few hours ago. Jeez, had you really been a pathetic mess that long? You sighed and pushed a few stray hairs out of your face. “You, uh… You can let go of me now. I think I’m okay.” Like you’d pressed some sort of release switch, Jay’s hands jerked away from you, his entire being springing away from you at once, leaving you to nearly tumble to the bed in their absence. You stared at him in surprise as his own face tinged the faintest shade of red.

“Sorry!” His eyes were wide, a kid caught with their hands in the cookie jar or browsing a site they shouldn’t be, though you couldn’t fathom why. You’d only meant for him to let you go so you could stretch out your stiff limbs with a walk to the kitchen - you were severely dehydrated and in need of something to help ease your tender heart. You didn’t bother with saying so out loud, instead offering a shake of your head before you were padding out of the room, trying to hide the hint of a smile lingering around your lips.

  It hadn’t taken you long to find the shot of whiskey Jay had left on the counter before he’d found you, and even less time for you to throw it back, refill it, and down another. You weren’t all that eager to get drunk by any means, but you had decided you needed something a little stronger than tea or hot cocoa to take the edge off the prickling emotions in you.

But shots of Jack had turned into three sips of tea and then breaking open a bottle of some red you’d been saving for… something else but decided fuck it, this was more important. In the fashion of a true gentleman, Jay had catered to your request to talk about literally anything please God I need a distraction splendidly until your second glass of wine had you wound down enough to actually join in.

After your fourth, you had reverted to simply listening, humming at the right times and offering infrequent comments, as he told you about the things you’d missed the last few months - the trips between the States and Korea, the overcomplicated insanity of helping manage so many schedules, the long sessions spent in studios making the magic he hoped would help his people succeed. Head against his shoulder and warmth buzzing through your dulled nerves, you found yourself finally approaching a state that might have been peace and comfort.

If Jay was ever bothered by your shift in attention, he said nothing about it. Truth was it didn’t bother him at all. Sure it would’ve been nice to hear about your shitty coworkers (was that one guy still cranky, had your boss said anything about the raise you’d asked for, was the workload still bordering on too much?) or if you were still marathoning your way through seventy plus episodes of that ridiculous Taiwanese drama you’d told him about a while back, but he was content with doing the talking if that was what you wanted. People had told him often enough that he was good at not shutting up.

He’d just finished some story about the A6OVE pop-up store promotion that you had missed when he finally took notice of your slowed breathing and the way your lashes had met your cheeks. He wasn’t sure if you were actually asleep, but you were certainly on your way out if the dangerous tip of your glass toward the floor told him anything. Knowing you would be less than thrilled by a new scarlet stain on your carpet, he removed the glass from between your fingers and set it on the table with a quiet sigh.

The whole time the two of you had been sitting here, he had been doing his best to ignore a crazy stupid notion that he could really get used to this. If he was being honest with himself, he’d imagined doing simple shit like this with you more often than he cared to admit. Even when he was home by himself, he’d thought about sharing his scarce meals with you or the way you’d probably read or something equally mundane while he watched some sporting event you didn’t care about but watched with him anyway. It was something he tried not to think about, tried to push away in an effort to not ruin the friendship you already had, but it had haunted him for most of your relationship.

But then you had started dating Euntaek. And though he could see how happy you were (at first), and boy did he want that for you more than just about anything, he couldn’t help the ugly seeds of jealousy that planted themselves in his heart. Maybe he had been seeing what he wanted, but he hadn’t been all that surprised to hear that Euntaek was cheating on you with some harlot, had thought that just maybe he had seen the signs, but had the awareness to know that saying it without evidence would only hurt you, and that was unacceptable. Even so, he’d had a feeling, one that grew stronger as your one hundred day anniversary turned into your one year and then more, this guy wasn’t good enough for you. You deserved someone who paid attention when you spoke, who didn’t take you places just to distract you from problems between the two of you but because he wanted to share that exotic world with you, someone who actively cared about you, someone just… better.

You deserved him.

The second the thought crossed his mind, he shook it off and drained the rest of his own cup before setting it next to yours, a weary sigh gusting out of him. Here he was, sitting on your couch at past two in the morning, with you asleep or nearly so on his shoulder, and letting a nasty little part of his heart be happy that you had finally ditched Euntaek. It was sick, twisted, and made guilt turn his contentment sour. The irrational fear that you might know what he was thinking ran through him when you shifted, but you settled a moment later when you had situated yourself more comfortably against him. God, what a mess the pair of you were tonight.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, even though there was no way you would offer a reply or any words to assuage his guilt. “You’re hurting and I should just be sorry for that. But I’m sorry for not telling you what an asshole I thought he was. And I’m sorry you had to waste time crying when he’s probably off fucking that hoe - I hope they both get the clap or some shit by the way. But mostly…” He hesitated, reaching out to push some of your hair out of your face. What the fuck was he doing? “Mostly, I’m sorry that I’m so grossly into you that I’m happy you’ve finally left him so I might have a chance to make you happier.” Another sigh and he let his head hit the back of the couch and the hand that had been resting on your head move to the safely friendly zone of your arm. He was maybe a little drunk and definitely rambling a lot, but the words kept coming, like some sort of dam for all the things he wouldn’t normally say had broken.

“You’re gonna wake up in the morning with a pounding headache, and piss out all this alcohol that won’t have helped a damn thing except you’ll maybe be a little less sad for a few weeks. And you won’t even know I said any of this, so what the fuck is the point after all, but I’m sorry and I love you, I guess.”

Silence met his words and Jay groaned, this time launching the back of his skull into the couch with enough force to make himself wince. He really needed to stop letting Hyukwoo convince him to watch sappy dramas - clearly that shit was getting to him. When he couldn’t sit still anymore (and his arm had started to go numb from you leaning against it) he stood as carefully as he could, picked you up for the second time that night, and decided it was time to put some distance between you until the morning, so his heart could catch a damn break.

The morning dawned bleak and gray but with enough dull sunlight to pierce through your blinds and rouse you about as willingly as a rock. Your mouth was cotton thick with the dehydration of too much alcohol consumed the night before, and a dull, pulsing ache behind your eyes reminded you of the same. Sluggish thoughts struggled to place why, exactly, you’d even been drinking when you had left the club before touching a single sip of anything. But recalling the club brought up the exact events that had transpired, the panicked call you’d made, and everything that had happened after. Right, you had Jay to blame for the drinking, then.

Wait. Jay.

Considering your last memories were the two of you on the couch (and a second, more fuzzy memory you were refusing to acknowledge of something he may or may not have said) you were more than a little surprised to realize you were in fact sitting in your bed and not on the aforementioned couch. That had to mean he’d carried you to bed when you’d fallen asleep… But where was he? Not like you’d expected to find him laying next to you or something that would be weird, definitely weird and not something you were the least bit disappointed about for any reason whatsoever. No, it was simply disconcerting to fall asleep next to him and then to find him absent now.

Gathering your fractured consciousness, you slid out of bed and pulled your sweatshirt back on (you could only assume Jay had probably helped you out of it so you wouldn’t overheat while you slept), and shoved your feet into slippers to guard against any morning chill lingering in the house. The place was dead quiet, no signs of any life except yourself present to provide any hints as to where your friend would be. So you went with your last memory, and wandered down the hall toward the lounge.

Sure enough, aside from two glasses holding dark red reminders of your attempts to cope sitting comfortably on the coffee table, you found Jay sprawled somewhat awkwardly on your couch (even for someone whose height wasn’t far off from your own it was barely long enough to fit him), a blanket drawn haphazardly across himself. Though it had to be far from comfortable, the relative peace settled across his features made you loathe to wake him. You couldn’t imagine the poor guy had gotten much sleep lately, especially not with the way you’d taken up his time the night before. So instead of shaking him awake, you rearranged the blanket more securely around his person, patted his cheek, and gathered the glasses to take with you to the kitchen.

You hadn’t had much time to go grocery shopping lately, so your breakfast options were limited, but there was plenty of coffee and its peripherals to get a steaming pot going while you scrounged up some eggs, toast, and fruit. A minimal meal to be sure, but still delicious - you hoped. It was hard to mess up such simple dishes, after all, but when it came to guessing at seasonings and all that you weren’t the best judge and could only hope that it would taste decent.

Doing your best to be quiet while you shuffled about, you hummed to yourself, some song by Jay’s friend-ployee Hoody that you’d heard on the radio the other day. The coffee maker ceased its bubbling chatter to simply keeping the pot warm while you let the eggs finish cooking, and buttered the bread when it popped out of the toaster. You were so preoccupied with your tasks you missed the shuffling sounds from the direction of the couch, or the footsteps preceding the arrival of your houseguest before he was rummaging in your cupboards and startling you bad enough you nearly dropped the knife you’d been using to chop a myriad of fruits onto your feet. He cast a raised eyebrow in your direction but the effect was lost with the way sleep still claimed his features in the form of bleary eyes and unkempt hair. Your heart did that odd twisting thing again, entirely unrelated to the fact he had just scared the daylights out of you.

“Sorry, I just - I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you yammered and he shrugged before extracting two mugs from the cupboard and moving carefully around you to the waiting coffee.

“I think it was less your clattering around in here and more an internal clock thing, but it’s chill.” With practiced hands he divided the coffee between your mugs, then stopped to look at you again. “Cream or sugar?”

“Uh, creamer’s in the fridge, but I’m good on sugar, thanks.” He nodded and went back to fixing up the cups of coffee, while you tried desperately to get your head and heart back on track. You couldn’t say why it was that the incredibly mundane sight of him making coffee for the two of you sent your heart into a sickly sweet overdrive, but it was freaking you out. Maybe it was just weird because you’d never really been in this situation with him before? But that was a weak excuse and you knew it - there was hardly a thing the two of you could do together that would be awkward.

Maybe it was because you were finally… properly paying attention to him? Without the lens of i’m happily not single? It wasn’t like you’d never noticed things about him before - you knew he was attractive but it hadn’t fazed you; you’d seen firsthand that he was thoughtful, caring about other people almost to a fault; his goofiness and sense of humor had rarely failed to make you and your friends smile or laugh outright. You’d seen all those things before when he was just “your best friend Jay Park,” but now…

Now you noticed other things. Like the exact way all the ink he’d filled his skin with - pictures and words he’d insisted held sentimental or powerful meaning to him - followed the lines of his body. Or how careful he was in mixing the creamer into your coffee, like it was the most important thing he’d ever done. You watched as some of his hair, mussed from sleep and lack of a shower, fell into his face and the way he pushed it out of his vision in a move that had been so normal before but now made your cheeks warm. And you had to pretend extra hard not to notice when he turned and caught you staring and, instead of calling you out, smiled at you like this whole situation was the most normal thing.

I’m sorry and I love you, I guess.

Your heart thumped uncomfortably in your chest at the echoed words of what may or may not have been a drunken dream, and suddenly the room seemed way too warm and way too small.

Oh fucking fuckity fuck fuck - were you attracted your best friend?

“You just about done there?” You followed his gaze to the pan of eggs and plate of toast, jumping at the chance to move and do something rather than stand there and stare at him like an idiot.

“Y-yup! Wanna grab plates while I take this to the table?” Without waiting for an actual answer, you grabbed the dishes and darted off, wishing you’d bothered brushing out your hair instead of just fixing your bun so you could hide your burning cheeks.

When you’d left the kitchen, Jay let out a sigh and ran his hands through his hair. He had been expecting that things might be weird this morning, but had assumed it would be because of him. The foggy memory of his delirious confession the night before sat on the edge of his consciousness, but he attempted to squash it before he died of embarrassment on the spot. That would be even more suspect than his over-the-top attempts at helping you in the kitchen. Speaking of… he’d probably been spending way too much time panicking over how he should be acting around you. Grateful for the distraction, he rifled in one of your other cupboards to grab plates, piling silverware on top and then carefully grasping the handles of both mugs in his free hand.

At the table, you were very studiously staring at your phone and chewing on one of your sweatshirt strings, the perfect picture of a lazy Saturday morning. The only recognition he got for his appearance at the table was you peeking around your screen at the sound of the china being placed on the table in front of you. When your eyes met, red swept through your features again, and you went back to pretending to be busy. Though he assumed it was nothing personal, Jay couldn’t help being a little bit hurt at your persistent attempts to pretend he wasn’t there.

But clearly you weren’t in the mood to talk about whatever was bothering you, so he let it go for now. Eggs and toast made their way onto his plate, assorted fruit adding a disjointedly cheerful splash of color, and he was content to alternate between bites of food and sips of coffee as he flipped between social media and emails and other inane shit that normally wouldn’t get more than a cursory glance. He’d never been good at handling silence, and several times he considered breaking it with some sort of innocuous, safe topic, but nothing felt right, so he kept his mouth shut.

He was going through his mentions on Twitter when he heard your silverware hit your plate, and an awkward clearing of your throat sounded. Well, the silence was clearly broken now. A glance up from his own screen revealed you had set yours down, but still studied your hands where they rested on the edge of the table rather than looking at him. Rather than push you to speak, he waited as patiently as he could (which wasn’t very) for you to do it yourself, and after a few agonizing moments he was rewarded.

“So,” you began lamely and grimaced, “we need to talk about last night.” If this were a football game, Jay imagined, your words might as well have just tackled him to the ground like a full-sprint defensive lineman with all the force with which air left his lungs. But he could not, absolutely could not, let on that anything was amiss so he cleared his own throat and did his best to look nonchalant. He had no idea if you would be fooled but it was the best he could do on the spot.

“Do we? I already told you I didn’t mind helping you out. Didn’t think we had anything else to talk about.” Instead of reassuring or discouraging you like he’d intended, it seemed you grew even more awkward at his words, beginning to fidget in a way he recognized as a tic for when you couldn’t figure out how to say what was on your mind. He also knew it rarely ended up some kind of easy, breezy conversation.

“It’s… not that. Um- “ Your lip slipped between your teeth again, and if the situation weren’t so tense Jay might have made an offhand, teasing remark about how cute you looked. As it was, he reined himself in long enough to give you a questioning look you barely glanced at.

“Then what is it?” He prodded when silence had threatened to overtake you two again. You sighed heavily.

“When I woke up this morning… I had this memory, only I wasn’t sure if it was a dream or if it actually happened, and it’s been really bothering me so I just, I really really need to know if…” A quiet deep breath, and it was like he could literally see you steeling your nerves against whatever was about to come. “Did… did you…” Oh no. “Did you say you were in love with me?”

I’m sorry and I love you, I guess.

The dead silence that followed was so complete you could hear the slick sound of Jay swallowing nervously, and you focused on the rise and fall of his adam’s apple rather than on his face because you weren’t sure you could take what you would see there.

If you were wrong, and it really had been just a dream, he’d most likely give you that “you’re crazy” look and then everything would become irrevocably more awkward than before. And then what would it say about you, that you had dreamed up something like that? You weren’t sure you could face the possibility that lay at the end of that path either.

If you were right… Well, no, you still didn’t have a solution for that. Would you say something to affirm his feelings? Would you kick him firmly into the friend zone and risk losing him that way? The latter would be the kind thing to do, right, when you weren’t even sure how you yourself felt? After all, you’d just gotten out of a two plus year relationship you’d been fairly certain about until it crumbled beneath your fingers. Could you risk heading down the same path with Jay? But that all begged another, bigger question that made your insides curl in on themselves and your heart knot up in confusion:

Were you properly in love with Jay, or did you just care about him because you needed him as a friend?

It felt like eons before anything happened after your question settled in the air over the remains of breakfast. Eggs and toast alike had gone cold, fruit soggy, coffee all but untouched as you waited for him to say something, anything, that would put this whole thing to bed. Any answer would be better than none, you reasoned, because at least then you’d have some closure and you could think of a plan. You moved your gaze from his neck to his hands, tense and clenched into fists against the dark wood. You’d seen him do it before, when he was nervous or unsure about something, and the sight only made your own anxiety worsen. Then, at long last, he coughed and you almost missed the quiet words that slid from his mouth.

“What?” You inquired with all the intelligence of a goldfish, and he groaned. Curious eyes followed his hands as they moved up to his face, dragging across his features in a gesture of frustration.

“I said,” he muttered into them, “that you’re right. What you think you heard… is what I said.” The seconds your brain needed to process his words, really let them sink in, gave him time to slowly tilt his head back down and lower his hands until they were pressed together in front of him, rather than obscuring his face. When he spoke again, his words were as sure and determined as the look in his eyes that made a swarm of butterflies erupt in your stomach, disturbing your breakfast. “I told you I love you, and I thought you wouldn’t hear it, but that don’t make it any less true.”

“Jay,” you started, then stopped as words struggled to form sentences in your head that would properly convey what you wanted to say, “I… I don’t…” Unfortunately, though he was your best friend he was not a mind reader, and there was really only one way for him to interpret your stuttering. Just like that, the fire in his eyes dimmed out, all the life leaving his features in a heavy sigh. You watched the weight of his resignation at your apparent rejection press into his shoulders, and again as it reached with toxic fingers to pull his lips into a self-deprecating smile.

“Don’t worry. It was just a slip because I was a little drunk, okay? Not worth getting torn up over. Probably just came out weird.” You wanted to believe him, to think it was that easy - that you two could just forget he’d ever said anything at all of any consequence and pretend things were normal again. Yet you knew you couldn’t. Not when his attempt at writing the whole thing off made you so irrationally upset. Or when that led to the question of why the fuck were you even against the idea in the first place, which in turn had you slamming headfirst into the realization that wow, okay, you really were actually, properly and entirely in love with Park Jaebeom. Or, at least, you thought you could be. And you certainly weren’t about to let him pretend like he had never said he might feel that way about you. So you smacked your hands onto the table to get his attention, glad when the action made him twitch and brought his wide eyes to yours.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Nuh uh, you are not just gonna try and sweep this under the rug so we can go on with life like we’re just two best buds again,” you snapped, and his eyebrows shot up into his hairline at the venom in your tone and the way you flopped back into your seat, arms crossed tight about your body.

“What are you saying, then?” He demanded, throwing his hands up in frustration. “That you love me too or that you just don’t think we can be friends because I fucked up a little?” You faltered.

“I- I don’t know! Not about that last part, I’m not shallow enough to ditch you just because of something you said that may or may not alter our friendship as we know it. But I’m… not sure how I feel right now. You’re my best friend, Jay, and you don’t get to just walk away from me whenever you feel like it.” He almost smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“That’s the thing. Accepting that I said that means accepting that I don’t just want to be your friend. I don’t want to stand by and watch you fall in and out of love with ten other guys who treat you like shit, or to be your crash pad every time they let you down. It means knowing I want a chance at you just like them, and that if I get it I’ll take it and run. Are you really okay with that?” Silence stretched between you two for a few beats, and then you sighed and put your cheek on your hand to stare at him for almost the first time all morning - really, actually stare at him. You took a few moments to consider him, everything you knew about him, as objectively as possible, without your “friendship goggles” on so to speak. Knowing what you did, and the way your mind and body reacted to him, could you keep being just friends with him? Is that what you wanted? Or could you allow yourself to feel more strongly, to even attempt to let him in the same way you had Euntaek?

You almost shouldn’t have been surprised the answer was every form of fuck yes you could think of.

“I am. Okay with all that, I mean. In fact…” You hesitated, then reached over to lay your hand on top of his. He seemed surprised but didn’t pull away. “I’d like to offer you that chance, if you want to take it. Because the truth is… I love you, I guess.” He didn’t respond right away to the way you’d echoed his words, instead flipping his hand over under yours so he could run his thumb across your knuckles. The sensation sent a pleasant shiver up your arm and throughout your nerves, and you thought that if that was what touching him would always feel like, you could get used to it.

“You’re not trying to fuck with me, or say some shit to be nice and avoid saying something hard, are you?” The genuine emotion in his voice (and dare you say fear?) made your heart squeeze, and you manifested it in doing the same to where his fingers held yours. He was just as worried as you, you realized, that you might reject him, or, even worse, lead him on. Before you could think too much about it, you shook your head vigorously.

“No fuckery. I… I’m pretty sure I mean it.” The dubious look he gave you made you quick to elaborate. “I just broke up with a guy I’d practically sold my heart to for over two years. Everything is kind of a mess right now, me especially, but… But if you’re willing to wait a bit and stick around, I think it might work out in your favor.” Heart in your throat, you watched him turn over your words. Then with a quickness that surprised you not because he possessed it but because he used it for this purpose, he grasped your other hand and squeezed, leaning toward you over the table.

“Fo’real?” You nodded, pink beginning to trickle into your face at what you had said and the implications of this entire situation, and especially at the way his expression radiated a kind of hope that warmed your heart to melting.

“Fo’real,” you echoed. And then he was grinning like the happiest kid on Earth, and swooping down to press a sweet kiss to the back of both your hands, making your heart flutter in a way that was entirely alien to you.

“I promise you won’t regret it,” he insisted, like he had to make the idea of being with him some kind of sales pitch. You giggled, the sound born out of amusement and adoration for his enthusiasm as opposed to any sort of mirth at his expense. He didn’t need to sell you on anything - you were already fairly certain that it would be one of the best choices of your life to entrust your fragile heart to Jay Park. All you really needed was the time to begin to pick up your broken pieces and start fitting them to his.

And if the way your heart felt a little more full as he pulled you from your chair to press you as close to him as possible was any indicator, you were already off to a great start.

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But, usually, you as the author will require to establish a meaningful script for, at least, the pilot episode of your show. TV Production business are rarely interested in an "idea", as everybody has ideas. If you are able to swing into action and put your concept into a developed, thoughtful script, ideally a number of episodes, you are much more likely to catch the eye of a production company. These people want to see that you have actually thought out your concept and have sufficient material to turn it into a possibly lasting television show. You are then going to wish to connect with a manufacturer or agent that best matches the direction you see your show heading in. You need to do extensive research to determine which production companies and studios would be a good fit, who specifically you ought to get in touch with, how they like to be queried (e-mail, fax, mail, etc.) and what exactly they are trying to find in regards to material (comedy, drama, sci-fi, etc.) The absolute finest case situation is to pitch in individual, if you can handle to find a connection to a producer or somehow handle to set up a personally meeting-- it is the simplest method to passionately pitch your show, and you will exist to be certain nothing is misconstrued and the agent/producer is clear on your concepts and visions. There are a variety of questions you need to absolutely have the ability to respond to about your show before heading into a pitch. These include: How are your main characters and your characters' world distinct? How are these terrific, complicated, conflicted, multi-layered, possibly flawed characters ones that the audience is able to end up being mentally bought? Why do we care and why do we need to inform this story? What's the tone of the show? Be able to compare to a new netflix series or motion picture if possible. Season one primary character arcs. An overview of the very first season plot. How is this series sustainable over 100 episodes? (this is the golden mark to reach, due to the fact that it's where prod co's can syndicate out the series; if you can't show a minimum of a shred of intend to make 100 eps, it's hardly worth thinking about doing). How is this show various than shows of the exact same genre that are on the air now? Specificity is key. Who are your dream writers/directors/cast? (nearly each and every single tv show on the air has numerous writers/directors-- so select a couple of who are dealing with shows today and believe they 'd succeed composing your show). Now, if you've got an agent/producer, preferably one who has ties with Netflix currently, you are on track to getting your show on to Netflix's radar. Your form of representation will help in readying your job to be pitched to the network. If this is successful, you will be able to sell your show to Netflix for a gone over amount of loan, along with work out a contract for an order variety of episodes and compensation based on the regards to the arrangement. From there, it can take any amount of time to get your new netflix show up onto the TV screen, if it even makes it to that point. The TV industry is extremely unpredictable, with shows being gotten, produced and fully made only to be cancelled at the final moment.

How To Pitch A Show To Netflix?

Step 1: Think Up the Show. "Residue" began life as a concept in Harrison's head. ... Step 2: Finance the Show. The actual story covered by the first 3 episodes of "Residue" is really various from Harrison's initial strategy. ... Step 3: Make the Show. ... Step 4: Get the Show to Netflix. ... Step 5: Make More of the Show(?). There are no set steps to producing a show and successfully getting it into the most popular streaming service. Hundreds of developers have taken different routes, as a great deal of it depends on connections/chance encounters, and what works for some individuals will not work for the other. It is very important to commit whatever you have to creating your show if this is something you really want to do, and following your gut and intuition in terms of picking a next step is incredibly important. But, hopefully by following these actions you will offer yourself the best possible chance to make your tv-show deserving idea a reality. While the spring of 2015 has been dominated by Netflix releasing high profile series after high profile series, "House of Cards," "Family" and "Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt" aren't the only new shows available now for streaming. " Residue," developed by John Harrison, premiered the other day on Netflix with 3 45 minute-long episodes. The genre series, starring "Game of Thrones" notables Natalie Tena and Iwan Rheon, tracks the after-effects of a terrible explosion on the city of London and the federal government conspiracy that might be hiding the truth. (Netflix users may anticipate to see it as an advised pick if they have actually watched a lot of "The X-Files" or other category programs.).

Via both phone and email, Indiewire got a detailed breakdown of how "Residue's" first season arrived on the streaming giant, and what may take place next with the series. Action 1: Think Up the Show " Residue" began life as an idea in Harrison's head. He then brought it to producer Charlotte Walls after a positive experience dealing with her on the scary movie, "Clive Barker's Book of Blood." " When [' Schedule of Blood'] was finished and released, I returned to [Walls] and stated, 'Look, I have another idea that I actually want to do and I'm bringing it to you first due to the fact that I would like to work with you people,'" he stated. And Harrison had a substantial quantity of material for the concept. "The important things I had imagined was rather a long story. The movie that I was pitching them was basically the beginning of the mythology, and with success we would have the chance to do more, so television sounded actually exciting to me, offered how it has progressed over the past a number of years-- the novelization of television. Likewise, many of the networks are actually getting artistically engaged with category material, which was not constantly real in the early 2000s and going back." Action 2: Finance the Show The actual story covered by the first three episodes of "Residue" is extremely different from Harrison's preliminary plan. After optioning and developing the product, manufacturer Charlotte Walls came to Harrison with the concept-- and more importantly, the cash-- for a task that would work, in Harrison's words, as "a proof-of-concept pilot." " Whenever somebody states they have cash for production, you need to take it!" he said. According to Walls, "Residue" discovered its financing via International Pictures Four, Screen Yorkshire and Green Screen Studios. Since some of the money came from the UK, Harrison didn't direct-- they had to ensure a certain portion of the team was British. "We worked with a really young gifted British director [Alex Garcia Lopez], who I had a terrific collaborative relationship with," he stated. " [Lopez] is so key to the job, which brings his signature design. He was the hook for Iwan Rheon, who he worked with on 'Misfits,'" Walls stated. " If we get to the next group and I'm able to compose them all and get them written prior to we get to production," Harrison said, "Then it would be easier for me to drop back into the director's chair." Step 3: Make the Show sizzle

How do you employ known gamers like Tena and Rheon? Harrison associated that to the script, along with its non-traditional nature. "I think the mix of the product and the innovative group brought in all the skill. I believe everybody knew that we had terrific ambitions for this also, so they wished to get on board." Those aspirations consisted of a non-traditional method to the production, which led to a the task ending up being both a new netflix series and a film. "When we got it into post-production our distributor, Material Media, had a look at it and said, 'Let's ... go straight to television,'" Harrison stated. "So I wrote some extra scenes so we could pull, into these very first three episodes, some of the bigger conspiracy themes. We shot those and re-edited them into the three hours that are now airing on Netflix."

"' Residue' is quite pioneering because it is really multi-format," Walls said. "We scripted, shot and cut the job as a film, which was launched theatrically in the UK on March 20, 2015 on a restricted release. Whilst we remained in post-production, we examined the product and decided to develop the three-parter as well, which was then offered to Netflix in this format specifically." Step 4: Get the Show to Netflix How did that happen? Well, when "Residue" was completed in its newfound form as a television show, supplier Content Media brought the show to the October 2014 MIPCON, a trade convention kept in Cannes that works as a marketplace for worldwide television. They also ensured that Netflix got a possibility to see it beforehand. " That actually started the sales pitch," Harrison said. "We had a number of entities who had an interest in it, however Netflix wished to take it off the table." The show is now available for streaming in English-language territories; a worldwide launch will roll out over the course of the year. In the meantime ... Step 5: Make More of the Show(?). It's truly just the beginning of the story, according to Walls. "' Residue' Season 1 is actually an extended pilot and ought to be considered that way," she said. "Netflix don't necessarily do the Amazon-style pilot season. However 'Residue' is actually more in that design where these very first 3 chapters are live prior to the existence of a full season.".

How do I send something to Netflix?

Step 1-- Refine Your Pitch For Netflix. Since almost every filmmaker imagine getting a Netflix deal, there is an abundant supply of content. ... Step 2-- Find An Aggregator or Distributor. ... Step 3-- Get An Action. Hence the strategy is to work towards a 10-episode 2nd season, and Netflix already has the unique option on it. Walls did clarify that since 10 episodes is a larger dedication, there would have to be modifications. "Any complete season would constantly be more conventional in its funding as the overall budget plan would be a lot higher," Walls stated. "Netflix would be at the center of that finance plan from the first day, for this reason the choice.".

However independent financing has some advantages, and Harrison was happy with the experience: "It's an excellent thing for someone like me, since artistically I'm solutioning to my partners as opposed having to handle a regular network structure. We made this without any interference from studios or networks. We were with the studio! That, to me, was actually terrific."

Four months after it was revealed that Netflix would be investing CDN$ 500 million in original productions in Canada over a 5-year period, Netflix's now previous VP of Content, Elizabeth Bradley, took the stage at Prime-time show in Ottawa to talk about how producers can get their shows on the platform. It's been 5 years given that the commissioning of the very first Netflix Original series, Home of Cards, which had a budget of $100 million for 26 episodes. With its reliance on data that led to the show's creation and promo, House of Cards marked a turning point in the method programming was made. Prior to the Canadian Netflix deal being revealed, a variety of Canadian manufacturers had currently had successful partnerships with Netflix. Some took the type of additional windows for productions initially produced broadcasters while others were complete collaborations on Netflix Originals. To the latter category belong Travelers, Frontier, Alias Grace and the Anne of Green Gablesadaptation known simply as Anne (when relayed on CBC) or Anne with an E on Netflix. What is Netflix searching for?

When asked what Netflix is searching for in terms of genre, Elizabeth Bradley responded "Everything.". Whether it's sci-fi, a thriller, drama or funny and even a remake of Anne of Green Gables, she said the essential concerns authors and producers need to ask themselves are these: Why is it exciting? Why is it different? Bradley noted that once Netflix believes in the manufacturer's vision, the other pieces are secondary. "The package of directors and actors isn't crucial to us.". " We can resolve the cast and the director. What we can't fix is amazing writing and storytelling.". A story that resonates internationally. Bradley continued: "When Moira [Walley-Beckett] and Miranda [de Pencier] came to me with a script for Anne," and it is necessary to come with a script, she stressed, "they had a genuine and grounded analysis that we knew would resonate globally.". And it wasn't just the same old 1908 Anne of Green Gables. Vancouver-born Walley-Beckett came to the project with Emmy wins for her writing on the extremely 21st century Breaking Bad, so including some edge to the Anne character and story was all part of the strategy. "We knew it would work all over the world," stated Bradley. That inkling ended up being precise. Anne with an E was among Netflix's the majority of binge-watched shows around the world in 2017, with Prince Edward Island's most popular red-headed daughter winning over audiences as far away as South Korea, India and South Africa. So what does it take for a new netflix series to have an international appeal? Some believe that shooting in several locations worldwide resolves the problem, but Bradley cautioned that it's not quite that simple. " If you're sitting with a good friend in Japan, and you both simply get it ... if you've got that sort of relatable story worldwide, that's what we seek.". In addition to stories that work across cultural and geographical borders, there are logistical issues to bear in mind when thinking of making a pitch to Netflix. For these factors, Bradley recommends dealing with an agent, a manager or a lawyer. The value of partnering with a Canadian broadcaster or supplier.

The length of time should a TV show pitch be?

Your pitch should be no more than 12-15 minutes long. Focus on the hook of your show and why it would be an excellent suitable for their network. Your pitch must be as prepared as your treatment and your script, so practice it multiple times! In a January 2018 interview with the CMPA's Indiescreen publication, Corie Wright, Netflix's Director of Global Public law, shared a couple of more insights about working with the company that Canadian manufacturers are most likely to discover handy. " Lots of people don't understand that Netflix can't make certified CanCon without partnering with a Canadian broadcaster or independent Canadian supplier. That's why all of our CanCon originals are co-productions with Canadian broadcasters. Other Netflix originals like the Trailer Park Boys reboot and Canadian director Tony Elliott's film ARQ feature a lot of Canadian creativity and talent, and score high on CanCon criteria, but they aren't licensed as CanCon due to the fact that we can't do CanCon on our own.". Reiterating the platform's central interest in making the highest quality programming offered to a varied and dispersed audience, Wright stated this: "We attempt not to get too caught up in the labels and instead focus on making great movies and new netflix series.". SUGGESTION: Netflix and Hulu DO NOT desire your "concept." They desire your FINISHED product. And even then, they only desire it if it makes good sense for them. It's like a book, people, I can not pitch them an unsolicited "concept," because a million other individuals most likely have the same concept, and the last thing they desire is for you to think they "took" yours, when it wasn't even distinct to begin with. If you want to see your "idea" on Netflix and Hulu, develop a pilot, or produce a few episodes, or movie the movie. Again, it's like a book, the publisher wants to see a finished manuscript, or a minimum of some strong chapters ...