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hardtobcmysxlf · 5 months ago
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I'm so bored and high on wèèd and stuff, feeling kinda rambly so I would love to slowly make my way back to tumblr by answering some anons!!! 😁
https://www.tumblr.com/inbox
OR if you're feeling brave, you'll take it further and ask me stuff on my Tellonym 👀
https://tellonym.me/CJGirl22
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oncamelliastreet · 3 months ago
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i’ve become overcome with the urge to get a girlfriend and become a man eating women’s rights politician for the rest of my life while wearing boss ass pink pantsuits, i encourage you all to do the same
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swagging-back-to · 2 months ago
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my freaky monster fucking moots, please know i have a knottable strap on. do with this information as you please.
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wom3nlover · 1 year ago
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It's such a pity that i am not grinding on a pretty masc leg rn, whimpering her name while she has a tight grip around my throat and making me hold eye contact while I come.
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killiaia · 4 months ago
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Last fic of 2024.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Rosé x male reader.
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"Thanks, man."
You thank the cashier and exit the store. You take out your phone and notice again that you have zero messages. You've been back from your mission for several weeks but you still have zero replies from Rosé.
But when you open your social networks, you see her everywhere. You see her and Bruno Mars. Literally, they're everywhere. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Tiktok. Any application, they're there.
And it hurts. It hurts to see your girlfriend with someone else. It hurts to have no messages. It hurts not to hear from her, you don't even know if you're in the same country.
And tonight, you decided to clear your head. You got on your motorcycle and set off. Where? You don't know, you don't care. You just needed to get away.
Here you are, in a gas station deep in the Korean countryside. It's now 3:43 a.m. and you're drinking a can of Coke.
You're about to leave when you feel your phone vibrate.
Jennie is calling. You pick up and find yourself face to face with her.
"Hey.." says a sleepy Jennie.
"Hi, gorgeous. You're not asleep? "
"No, I'm not. You weren't answering messages, we were worried with the girls. "
"Oh. I'm sure Lisa, Jisoo and you did. Rosé, not sure. "
"Sweetie.." goes Jennie.
"I don't even know if we're on the same continent. I know I'm in no position to say this with my profession but... it hurts. "
"I know it does. But sweetie, where are you right now? "
"I don't know." You answer honestly.
You look around for a sign. After a few seconds of searching, you find one.
"I'm not far from Gimhae."
"Sweetie! "Jennie says in shock. "You're not far from Busan! "
"Oh." You reply in turn. "I guess I needed to clear my head. "
"I'll call Rosé. You need her. "
"I need all of you. I need her, you, Lisa and Jisoo. "You answer sincerely. "I don't know, I'm lost, I guess. "
"I'm calling Rosé. Don't move, sweetie
"
You want to tell her no but you don't have time Jennie has already left.
You sigh and finish your can, which you throw away. You wait several minutes and decide to get back on your bike.
You're about to turn on the ignition but once again your phone vibrates. You click on accept and Rosé's face appears.
It's daylight where she is. She looks beautiful and happy. You want to say something, but Bruno Mars' voice cuts you off.
"Come on, Rosé! We're having so much fun, you'll see your boyfriend later! "
It's the final straw for you. You notice Rosé's panicked look on the camera just before you cut the call.
You put your phone away and get back on your bike. You turn on the ignition and take off. You have no direction in mind. You just know you have to go.
With each vibration of your phone, you accelerate. You zigzag between cars, you run a red light, you overtake another car, you run a stop sign and you haven't seen the car.
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"Everything's going to be okay. "Rosé's mother says softly.
Rosé cries in her mother's arms. His father strokes his hair, but Rosé is devastated.
Ever since your accident, Rosé has been a shadow of her former self.
Following your accident, Rose cancelled all promotions with Bruno Mars.
When you hung up, Rosé tried to call you several times, but when you didn't answer, she called Jennie. Jennie tried to call you but you didn't answer - it was only several hours later that Jennie received a call telling you of your accident.
Jennie called Rosé in tears and booked a private jet to Busan. You were taken to a Busan hospital, the best one because Jennie paid for it.
"If he dies, I'll never forgive you. "Jennie told Rosé.
Rosé enters your hospital room and collapses. Seeing you so vulnerable makes her legs buckle. Your right leg is in plaster and so is your right arm. Your head is covered in bandages, as is your torso.
"He's asleep. "says a voice from behind Rosé and her parents.
They all turn around and come face to face with your father. Rosé runs to him and takes him in her arms.
"I'm so sorry.
"It's not your fault, Chaeyoung. He made his own choices and these are his consequences... "Your father replies softly.
Rosé's parents come forward.
"Hello. I'm sorry we have to meet like this..."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N's father. "
Your father and Rosé's parents leave the room. Rosé walks over to your bed and gently grabs your hand. Your hand is cold and Rosé tries to warm it.
Gently, Rosé places a kiss on your forehead. You let out a groan of pain and Rose apologizes.
"I'm sorry, my love." Rose panics.
She grabs a chair and sits down beside you.
"Ah. There you are. "says a voice from behind Rosé.
Rosé turns and looks at Jennie. She didn't hear her come in. Rosé watches Jennie settle in across from her. Jennie takes her hand and Rosé gives her a questioning look.
"What?" asks Jennie. "You've got nothing to say. "
"Really? Are we really going to have this discussion now? "
"You don't deserve him. He loves you." Jennie lets go.
"I love him more than anything! " says Rosé.
"You respond to the one you love. You don't leave him unanswered for weeks." says Jennie.
"Come to the point, Jennie. "
"I don't think this relationship is right for either of you. You two should break up. "
"Are you serious? We break up and just like that, you get him back, right? "
"He'd be better off with me. "
"Go fuck yourself. Don't even go near him. " threatens Rosé.
"What are you going to do about it? You're never around. You shoot clips with other guys talking about your exes."
"What's going on here?" says a voice behind them.
Lisa enters the room. Rosé and Jennie look at each other, ignoring the Thai woman.
"Get out, both of you. "Lisa says.
Jennie's words stick in Rosé's head. Rosé waits for Jennie to leave and leaves the room. The Australian joins your father.
"Is something going on with Jennie? "
"She's in love with Y/N. "
"Oh." says your father.
"I love your son. I love him more than anything. Believe me, if I weren't an idol, I'd already have your last name. "
"I'd love to have you in the family. ", replies your father.
"I know with everything going on, my music, Bruno Mars.... But I swear I love your son. It's business, nothing ever happened. "
"Chaeyoung. I trust you 100%. My son didn't give you time to explain and he's going to have to face the consequences, but I know you'll support him. "
"I'll take care of Jennie. ", Rosé replies. "Lisa's talking to her. "
"If someone had told me my son would have two idols fighting over him. "Laughs your father.
Rosé laughs.
"I've contacted his team. He won't be able to accept assignments for a while. "
"Good. I don't know if he told you, but a few months ago he came back injured. "Rosé confesses it to your father.
Your father sighs. 'You've never talked much about your work with your father. You know he supports you, but you don't want to worry him.
"I guess he doesn't want me to worry. But not hearing from him worries me. "
Rosé rests her head against your father's shoulder.
"We're going to help him. "
Your father places a kiss on the top of Rosé's head.
"I'm so happy to have you in the family. "
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* A few months later. *
"You're fit to go on another mission. "
You thank the medical officer and feel Rosé's grip tighten. With your thumb, you caress her hand in a gesture of comfort. You leave the military hospital. Rosé hasn't said a word.
"I'm not leaving just yet baby. "You say to Rosé.
"Not now, but who knows. In a few days, you could be called up. "
"Rosé..." you sigh. "I'm still you and Blackpink's bodyguard. "
"Stay away from Jennie. " Rosé says seriously.
"You're going to have to fix the problem you have with Jennie. I'm serious, baby. I'm not going to leave you for her. "
You get into Rosé's car and notice that Rosé is upset.
"I'm not going to be able to avoid her. You're in the same group, I'm going to do my job and that's it. "
"I swear, if she tries anything. " warns Rosé.
"She already has. "You say nonchalantly.
Rosé slams on the brake and thank goodness you're strapped in. You'd have ended up in the windshield.
"WHAT?"
"She was drunk. It was at one of your galas. You were already asleep. I went downstairs to get Jennie and Lisa. Jennie was completely drunk, Lisa could hardly contain her and you know Jennie. When she's drunk she's extremely horny. "
"What did she do? "asks Rosé.
You notice Rosé's red skin, a sign that she's upset.
"Fact, nothing. It was more in her words. She was in "Oh, I'm sure I suck better than Rosé" mode.
"That bitch. "Said Rosé, slapping her steering wheel.
"I defended you. " You reply.
"What did you say? "
"I told her that the way you sucked my cock was the best thing in the world and that I couldn't stop cumming in your mouth. "
Rosé is shocked by your answer. You notice her clenching her thighs.
"But she went on. She said her pussy was tighter than yours. Of course I defended you, said your pussy was made for my cock. "
Rosé lets out a little "Oh".
"Continue. "says Rosé in a small voice.
"And of course Jennie talked about anal. But my answer shut her up. "
"And what was your answer. "
"I told her that while she was doing her solo during your concert in Australia, you were bent over with my cock in your ass and Lisa was watching you get your ass taken."
"Fuck.." mutters Rosé.
"I had to defend my girlfriend. " You reply nonchalantly. "So you don't have to worry my love. I much prefer your pussy and your ass."
"Baby.." whines Rosé.
"And speaking of which, drive us to your place. I want to fuck you. "
Rosé nods slowly and turns on the ignition. You laugh softly.
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"Fuuuck Rosé. "
You're just a toy to her. You're completely at Rosé's mercy. The Australian engulfs your cock in her mouth and you're forced to moan.
"I love your fucking mouth so much. "
As Rosé responds, she sucks you faster. You help her with your hand. You grab her ponytail and force her to take your whole cock in your mouth.
Ever since you told her the story about Jennie, Rosé hasn't missed a chance to suck or fuck you.
And here you are, sitting on your sofa with this goddess kneeling between your legs.
"You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. I should take a picture of you. "
"Do it." replies Rosé seriously. "That way when Jennie asks you you can show her the picture. "
You don't waste any time. You pick up your phone and plant it in front of Rosé.
Rosé takes your cock out of her mouth and starts licking it. She stops and poses, sticking her tongue to your cock. You press the button and there you are with a beautiful photo of Rosé with your cock.
"Film. We're going to film. "Rosé replies seriously.
Although surprised, you accept her request. You switch to video mode and concentrate on Rose like a porn director.
"Look at that pretty girl with my dick in her mouth. You suck me so well. "
"That's because I'm your good girl. "
"You are. " You reply, shoving your cock into her mouth.
"Take a look. She sucks me so good. Are you addicted to my cock? "
Rosé nods. She's far too busy sucking your dick to answer.
"I'm still thinking about where I'm going to cum. In your mouth or on your face? "
"My mouth. "Rosé replies seriously. "Good girls don't waste. "
"You're right. You're going to drink all my cum. "
Rosé nods and continues her oral assault on your cock. With her hands, she jerks you off and accentuates with tongue strokes on your tip.
You continue filming.
"Would you like us to show Jennie how well you take care of my cock? "
"Hey Jennie. "Makes Rosé look at the phone lens. "Watch how well I take care of my boyfriend's dick. I suck it so well, look. "
To accentuate her words, Rosé engulfs your cock again and bops her head, causing you to moan.
"Fuck, you're so good with your mouth Rose. Jennie look how good she is. Look how good my good girl is at sucking my cock."
Excited by your words. Rosé starts to slide her hand under her skirt and thong.
"Oh but actually she's a bad girl. Look, she's starting to touch herself, this naughty girl. “
Rosé takes off her thong and starts touching her pussy. By the sound alone, you can hear how wet she is. Rosé continues to suck you.
"I'm going to cum soon, Rosé. "You tell her.
"Into my mouth. "
Rosé steps back and you stand up. You start stroking your cock.
"Paint me. Cum in my mouth, I'll show her how much I love your cum. "
You speed up the movement around your cock and feel yourself coming quickly. You position your cock over Rosé's wide-open mouth.
After several quick strokes back and forth, you cum. You empty yourself into Rosé's mouth. Several jets of cum land in the singer's mouth. Mouth wide open and full of cum, you approach the camera.
"Swallow. "You order Rosé.
Rosé listens and swallows in one gulp. She opens her mouth again and shows you that she's swallowed it all.
"What a good girl to listen to Daddy. "You say to Rosé and the camera. "Lie down on the sofa and spread your legs, I'm going to eat your pussy."
Rosé listens and complies. The singer removes her skirt and spreads her legs, presenting you with her pussy.
You get down on your knees and put the phone in front of her pussy. With your free hand, you spread the folds of her pussy.
"Look at that beautiful pussy. Just for me. "
You pass the camera to Rosé as you begin to lick her.
"Oh my God. "says Rosé, pointing her head at the camera. "Daddy licks me so good. "
Rosé presses the screen and films you eating her pussy.
"Fuuuck. Look at him eating my pussy. Do you like eating my pussy?" Rosé asks you
"I love it so much. Your pussy tastes divine. It's almost intoxicating. "
To accentuate your words, you catch her clit between your lips and suck it, drawing her into your mouth.
"Daddy, finger me. "
You listen to Rose, still concentrating on her clit, you tuck a finger into her pussy. The double pressure drives Rosé crazy.
"You show Jennie how I eat your pussy?"
"Fuuuck yes. I might even show Lisa and Jisoo. "
"In that case, I need to concentrate. "
With your gaze fixed on the lens, you suck Rosé's clit again and insert a second finger into her pussy, causing Rosé to howl with pleasure.
Rosé tries to film anyway, despite the pleasure she's feeling.
"You...will...have...to...send...me...the...video..." articulates Rosé between each moan.
You nod, still concentrating on giving her pleasure. You lick her pussy, start by licking her hole and work your way up to her clit.
"The girls are going to be jealous to see how you're eating my pussy."
You put a finger back in her pussy and suck on her clit again and Rose starts undulating her pelvis against your mouth.
"That's it. You're going to sit on my face. "
You stand up and Rose looks at you. You help her up. You take the opportunity to kiss her and Rosé continues filming.
"A little kiss for the camera? "asks Rosé.
You grab her and kiss her full on the lips. You take the opportunity to finger her pussy and Rosé moans into your mouth.
"Her pussy is so wet. Listen to her. "
You insert a second finger and finger Rosé. The sound her pussy makes is so beautiful. It's so wet. You continue your assault on her little pussy and Rosé almost falls over as she moans so loudly.
You cut short the pleasure and bring your juicy fingers from Rosé's pussy to the singer's mouth. Rosé hastens to lick your soaked fingers.
"What a good girl. She sucks my juicy fingers. Does your pussy taste good? " You ask Rosé and the camera.
Rosé nods, continuing to lick your fingers. Her gaze is so sexy, so provocative.
You tap her on the ass and Rosé flinches with excitement. You give Rosé your phone back and lie down on the sofa. Rosé climbs on. Her pussy over your face, you grab her ass and let Rosé fall on your face. The shock is almost violent, but it's not serious.
For your part, you lick the young woman greedily. Her pussy is an aphrodisiac today, you can't do without it. Rosé grabs your hair and starts straddling your face. Phone still in hand, Rosé films herself straddling you.
"Watch how he eats my pussy."
Rosé lovingly strokes your hair.
"You see, Jennie, Oppa's too busy licking my pussy."
You could almost laugh at Rosé's jealousy. Playfully, you grab her ass and press her pussy against your mouth.
"Fucking look, I love it so much. "
With your tongue, you lick everything possible. Her lips, her hole, her clit.
"I love it so much when you eat my pussy. I'm going to cum so hard in your mouth. "
With your hands you spread her buttocks and titillate her asshole.
"Oh fuck. Take care of my holes. "
You put pressure on her holes and Rose is nothing but a mess. Still filming you, the young woman straddles your face. She picks up the pace and you can feel that Rosé is not far from cumming. You decide to go faster with your tongue and without warning, you feel Rosé's pussy contract against your tongue. You receive her full juices in your mouth.
Rosé lets out an almost bestial sound and the young woman nearly smothers you with her thighs.
Realizing this, Rosé pushes herself off your face and lies on your chest. And of course, as a global star, Rosé doesn't forget the camera.
"I came so hard with Oppa's mouth. "
You laugh and stroke her hair. Rosé turns her face to you and smiles.
"Ready? " you ask.
"Always ready. " Rosé replies.
"In that case, give me the phone and get down on all fours. "
Rosé listens, hands you the phone and moves into position. You get up and stand behind the singer. Like a porn director, you zoom in on her buttocks and pussy.
You slap her ass and Rose moans. She glances over her shoulder at you and you fuck her pussy. With your hand, you spread her ass.
"Look at that beautiful pussy."
You zoom in with the camera and Rosé waddles her ass. You stand up and position your cock in front of her entrance. Rosé's pussy is so wet that you enter easily. The movement elicits a groan from both of you.
"I'm sliding so fucking good in your pussy. You're so wet I didn't even have to strain. "
With the phone you film the movements of your cock in her vagina.
It's worthy of the greatest porn movies. You never thought you'd do it, but here you are. Filming yourself taking one of kpop's biggest stars doggy-style at her request.
"Fuck. I could never do without your pussy. It was made for me. "
Rosé moans. The young woman literally fucks herself on your cock, head against the couch, mouth open, Rosé just a toy at this point.
"Look, she loves it when I do this. "
With your free hand you slap her ass. Rosé screams with pleasure.
"I told you. She loves it when I slap her ass."
You slap her ass again.
"It helps her come. " You say to the camera.
Rosé says nothing, the young woman continues to move her pelvis. You can hear the sound of flesh against flesh. You're lucky you don't have neighbors.
"She's about to come. I feel the walls of her pussy tighten around my cock. "
Rosé nods and increases the pace. You decide to do the same. You pick up the pace and with your free hand you grab one of her buttocks. Your balls hit her ass and your loins propel Rosé limitlessly against the wall behind the sofa.
"Harder! Make me come and come inside me. "
Who are you not to listen to this goddess. You grab her hip with your good hand and place the camera next to her on the table. The angle is perfect. With both hands, you grab her hips and start plundering Rosé's pussy.
"Yes...YES!"
Almost animalistically, you climb onto the sofa, giving yourself a new angle of penetration. With this new angle, you accentuate the pleasure of both of you.
In this position, you totally dominate Rosé. Rosé can do nothing but receive your cock strokes.
But that's what the singer wants, so you speed up your movements.
It's beastly. You're just trying to make her come. And after several strokes, you come together.
The combination of your orgasms is powerful. You feel your legs buckle and you quickly catch yourself before you fall. You've come so much that you feel your cock being expelled from her pussy.
You catch your breath and see Rosé breathless, lying back on the sofa. You also see your cum coming out of her pussy. 
You stand up, grab the phone and point to Rosé's cunt filled with your cum.
"And that's the end. "You say to the camera. "
Rosé is so full that it's spilling out of her pussy. 
With your hand you spread the folds of her pussy and watch your cum fall onto the sofa. 
You put the camera up to Rosé's face and ask. 
"Any last words Rosie? "
Rosé looks at the camera and says to Jennie.
"You'll never have him and his cock belongs to me. "
You laugh and pat her on the ass.
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prettygirl-gabi · 1 month ago
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Title: Dawg Mentality
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Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader
Word Count: ~2.5k
POV: First-Person
Tags: Fluff, Angst, Basketball, Protective Paige, Established Relationship, UConn Women’s Basketball, Tournament Game, Trash Talk, Revenge Arc, Soft Moments, Humor
Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball
Summary: don’t mess with what’s Paige’s… or you’ll get hurt…
🏷️: @yailtsv , @elalfywhore , @azziswrld , @paige05bby
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Flashback – March 2024
I stared at my phone screen, rereading the email for the tenth time.
“Dear [Y/N],
We are pleased to inform you that your transfer application has been accepted. You are officially enrolled as a sophomore student-athlete at the University of Connecticut for the upcoming academic year.”_
My breath hitched.
This was real. I was officially out.
The toxic cycle, the whispered apologies that meant nothing, the empty promises that “it would get better”—I was leaving all of it behind.
I was leaving her behind.
A weight lifted from my shoulders, and for the first time in months, I felt like I could breathe.
I went to her dorm the following week to break things off.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
My voice wavered slightly, but I kept my chin high as I stood in the dimly lit dorm room, arms crossed over my chest. My (now ex) girlfriend sat on the edge of her bed, jaw clenched, eyes burning with something between disbelief and irritation.
“The fuck are you talking about, bro?” she scoffed, shaking her head as if I had just told her the sky wasn’t blue.
I exhaled, already feeling the familiar exhaustion that came with every argument. The manipulation, the guilt-tripping, the way she always found a way to make me feel like I was the problem—it was a cycle I was finally breaking.
“You,” I said, my voice firmer now. “I’m talking about you. The way you treat me. The way you act like I owe you my patience when you don’t even try to meet me halfway. I’m done.”
She laughed, the kind that wasn’t really amused. “You’re really about to throw this away over some dumb shit?”
I shook my head. “This wasn’t love. This was you using me as a crutch and tearing me down when I didn’t bend to your will.”
“You deadass just gonna leave?” she asked, voice laced with irritation.
I exhaled sharply. “Yeah.”
“You think UConn’s gonna make you happy?” She scoffed, stepping closer. “What, you think Paige Bueckers gon’ save you or something?”
I rolled my eyes. “This has nothing to do with Paige.”
She leaned in, tone dropping to something more condescending. “You’ll be back.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “No, I won’t.”
I turned on my heel and walked out.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt free.
Big East Tournament, Semifinals – March 2025
The energy in the arena was electric, the crowd buzzing as we battled for a spot in the Big East Championship game. I had worked my ass off since transferring to UConn, determined to prove myself, and this moment felt surreal.
My ex scoffed. “You still soft as hell, huh? Thought running to UConn would make you somebody.”
I had already ran back to defense so I heard nothing even though it was directed to me.
Paige, however she heard it clear as day. Now with just over five minutes left in the quarter, my ex sagged off Paige, daring her to shoot.
Bad idea.
Paige took one dribble, stepped back, and let it fly. The ball swished through the net so cleanly it barely touched the rim. The crowd exploded.
And then it happened.
That’s when she turned, eyes locked on my ex, and let it rip:
“Fuck is you talkin ’bout?”
The TV broadcast caught it too, her expression sharp, unimpressed—borderline disrespectful.
Paige didn’t care though. She was already back on defense, jaw tight, locked in. The clip however was already trending before the quarter even ended.
And the crowd’s reaction to her 3 pointer was instant. The bench was on their feet. Even the commentators took a second to process what they had just witnessed.
Even thought they couldn’t hear it they knew, that it was to someone on the opposing team.
Paige wasn’t the type to get into it with opponents. Unless we’re talking about Hopkins Paige; or Paige who constantly at the refs for a “genuine conversation”, but this March Madness Paige. She was calm, calculated, a silent assassin.
But when my ex had the nerve to call me out my name, Paige flipped a switch.
And now? Now she was playing even more like she had something to prove, the she already was.
By halftime, we were up by 10. Paige had 21 points. She was playing angry. Not sloppy, not reckless—but with a different kind of edge. One that sent a message.
And the message was clear: Don’t fuck with mine.
I had been on the bench the third quarter enjoying Paige be a menace, but came the fourth quarter i was my time to shine again, at least what was left of it.
The fourth quarter had been nothing short of chaotic, but in the best way possible. The team was buzzing, and the energy in the gym had only amplified as the game came to a close. With the game already in our hands, Coach let me take the court for the final 2 minutes, alongside Caroline, KK, Jana, and Allie. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as I jogged out onto the floor, ready to contribute in any way I could.
Caroline had just drained a three-pointer with 1:22 left, and the crowd erupted into cheers as our lead grew even more solid. There was a certain magic in the air. I could feel it, the weight of the moment. But as the final seconds ticked down, I was more focused on something deeper. Something personal.
My ex, every time I glanced at her, I felt a sense of resolve settle in my chest. She’d never thought I’d be here, playing on this stage, with a leading and trusting team. She thought I was weak, but now? Now I was stronger than I ever was with her.
The clock wound down. The energy in the gym was buzzing, everyone anticipating the final moments of the game. KK had the ball, and it was clear we were running down the clock. But instead of taking the last possession herself, she did something unexpected—she handed me the ball.
“All you, girl,” KK said, her eyes flicking over to me with a smirk. “Finish it out.”
I nodded, my fingers curling around the ball as I took control. The play was simple: run out the clock. But as I started to dribble, something else took over. My gaze locked with my ex’s across the court. The moment felt like it was frozen in time. She was looking at me, trying to project that same sense of power she once had over me, but I wasn’t the same girl who had left her a year ago. Not anymore.
I dribbled slowly, letting the seconds tick away. But I wasn’t just running out the clock; I was making a statement. My ex could keep trying to undermine me, but I wasn’t going to let her affect me anymore. I wasn’t some girl she could push around. I was here, at UConn, playing in a championship-caliber game. I was thriving, and she had nothing to do with that.
The crowd started to chant, the cheers growing louder with each second that passed. My eyes stayed locked on hers, unwavering. I could see the frustration building in her expression as she realized that she couldn’t touch me anymore, couldn’t control me.
With 22.6 seconds left, I kept dribbling. I stared her down. And just as the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game, I let the ball bounce a little more before gently passing it to the referee.
And just like that, the game was over.
We’d won, but more than that, I’d won. The girl who once doubted me, who tried to tear me down—she was nothing now. Because the only person who mattered was me.
And Paige. The girl who had been beside me every step of the way. The girl who made sure I knew that I was worth so much more than what my ex had ever made me believe.
As I turned to the bench, I saw Paige waiting for me with that look—soft and knowing. She’d seen it all. And without saying a word, she pulled me into a quick hug, her smile saying everything. We did this.
The energy on the bus was high. Azzi and KK were clowning Paige for her outburst, Ice was scrolling through Twitter looking at all the reactions, and CD… well, CD was trying really hard to pretend she hadn’t heard it.
“Why you lookin’ at me like that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
I smirked. “Because you’re insane.”
She shrugged, a small grin tugging at her lips. “She started it.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t fight the warmth blooming in my chest. “Still. That was so unnecessary.”
Paige turned in her seat, eyes locking onto mine. “Nah,” she said seriously. “Nobody talks to you like that. Not on my watch.”
My stomach flipped, and before I could overthink it, I leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. Paige grinned, her hand immediately finding mine and lacing our fingers together.
“You love me,” she teased.
I scoffed. “I tolerate you.”
She gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. “Wow. After I just risked getting fined for unsportsmanlike conduct? This is crazy.”
I bit back a laugh, shaking my head. “You were wild for that.”
“Worth it.”
Before I could respond, CD’s voice cut through the chatter on the bus.
“Paige.”
I winced as Paige turned in her seat, facing CD, who was now standing right in front of us.
“You know I should be chewing you out for that little… exchange back there.” CD’s expression was stern, but there was something almost amused in her eyes.
Paige, to her credit, looked somewhat remorseful. “Yeah… my bad.”
CD let out a long-suffering sigh pinching the bridge of her nose, before shaking her head. “Just don’t make it a habit.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“No promises, though.” Paige muttered under her breath as CD had made it back to her seat. She nudged me. “She let me slide.”
I laughed, squeezing her hand. “She knew why you did it.”
Paige smirked. “Dawg mentality.”
I snorted, nudging her. “You wild for that, you know.”
Paige turned to me, expression softer now. “She shouldn’t have said that shit to you.”
I shook my head. “You didn’t have to—”
“Yes, I did,” Paige interrupted. Her voice was firm but gentle. “You don’t deserve that. And if she thought she was gonna talk crazy and get away with it? Nah. Not happenin. Especially not bout my girl.”
I smiled, leaning into her. “My hero.”
Paige smirked. “Always.”
I rested my head on her shoulder, exhaling as the adrenaline from the game finally started to wear off.
She kissed the top of my head, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I got you, ma.”
“I know, baby.” I say left my eyes flutter shut as we go back to the hotel.
The hotel room felt like a calm oasis after the chaos of the game, and I was grateful for it. The only sounds filling the space were the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the soft clicks of our shoes against the floor as we moved through the room.
Paige and I had just finished our game day recovery routine. She was lying back on the bed with a towel draped around her neck, still a little sweaty but relaxed now that the intensity of the game had worn off. I, on the other hand, was sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully pouring myself a glass of Cheribundi Tart cherry juice. It was part of my usual recovery routine — carefully concentrated with melatonin and magnesium, the perfect way to help my body unwind after such a grueling game.
Paige, curious as always, watched me pour the juice with an eyebrow raised.
“What’s that stuff?” she asked, scrunching her nose in curiosity.
I took a sip of my drink before looking at her. “It’s Cheribundi. Tart cherry juice. Helps with recovery and sleep. It’s part of my routine.”
“Let me try some,” she said, sitting up and leaning toward the glass.
I handed it over, and she took a hesitant sip, her face morphing into one of exaggerated disgust. “Whoa. That’s… strong.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “I told you, it’s tart.”
She took another sip, this time cringing a little less. “Okay, I mean, I can get behind it, but only if there’s like… a bunch of sugar in it.”
“I wouldn’t recommend that,” I teased, taking another sip of my own drink.
She shook her head. “I’ll stick to my smoothies.”
I smiled and leaned back, feeling the warmth of the moment wash over me. For the first time in a long while, I realized just how healthy the love I had with Paige was. No drama. No chaos. Just simple, genuine affection and understanding. She supported me through everything, and I felt the same for her. I never knew it could feel this safe, this right.
After finishing our recovery routine, we both collapsed onto the bed, too tired to do much else. The lights were off, but we kept the TV on in the background.
Paige was flipping through the channels when she landed on SpongeBob SquarePants, a childhood favorite of both of ours. We exchanged a look, and I could tell Paige was about to make some smart remark about it, but instead, she just let out a little laugh.
“I can’t believe we’re watching SpongeBob,” she muttered, settling into the bed beside me.
“It’s a classic,” I said, chuckling. “Plus, we deserve a chill night.”
“Fair point,” she said, shifting so she was closer to me. “You’re right. This is what we need.”
As the TV played softly in the background, I grabbed my phone and opened Instagram. I took a quick photo of the screen—Paige and I both slumped in bed, half-watching, half-listening. I posted it to my spam story with a caption: Post-game recovery with my girl 💕 #tiredbuthappy and tagged Paige in it.
Paige grinned at me when she saw the post. “I can’t believe you just put that on your story.”
I smirked. “Hey, I’m documenting this beautiful moment of us bonding over SpongeBob. You should be honored.”
Paige rolled her eyes but didn’t seem bothered. She scooted even closer to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “I’m honored, I guess.”
I smiled and rested my head on her shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. There was no place I’d rather be than right here, with her.
We spent the rest of the night laughing at the absurdity of SpongeBob’s antics, until my eyelids started to feel heavy. It was the kind of peace I hadn’t known before.
“Goodnight, ma,” Paige murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
“Night, babe,” I whispered back, feeling my body relax completely.
The screen flickered, the quiet hum of the show still in the background, but I was already starting to drift off to sleep, my body and mind finally at rest.
And as I fell asleep with Paige beside me, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.
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doggiewoggiez · 6 months ago
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hey . sorry to do this again. my girlfriend and i need help. our job applications got accepted two weeks ago but we don't start until november. we're penniless going into the new month while our lease is up for renewal. so it comes down to this: either we can make the bills this friday or we're on the street. we're already late on our car payment, insurance, and more. we've been unemployed and scraping by since the beginning of the year. we're running out of food and im a week off my HRT because i can't afford it. we've been trying this whole time to find jobs and nothing has worked but now we're so, so close to the finish line. i literally start work in a week.
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i hate doing this every month. i hate it. its a nightmare. living hell. but please, please, please, if you can give anything you could save our lives.
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melanchoire · 3 months ago
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ME AND MY HUSBAND ──── pham hanni.
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── ( 🍸 ) stuck in your brother's shadow, you've always craved the love your parents freely give him, until his girlfriend arrives, and suddenly, it's her warmth that makes you feel seen for the first time.
pairing. soft dom!brother's fianceé!pham hanni x sub!fem reader
warning(s). sensitive topics (cheating, daddy & mommy issues, dysfunctional family, no one is mentally healthy here.) smut (cunnilingus, fingering, making out, nipple play, pet names, praise.)
word count. 4.6k
request. anon only requested hanni stuff and wasn't specific about preferences or anything in particular so i had to use one of the ideas from my twisted brain 🫶🏻
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the weight of expectation had always felt like a physical pressure, a constant hum beneath your skin. your older brother, the golden child, had carved a path that your parents seemed determined you should follow, each step meticulously measured against his achievements. kindergarten, elementary school, high school — milestones he’d breezed through, each one a testament in their eyes to his inherent superiority. even as you navigated the same terrain, it felt like you were walking a path already paved, the only acceptable outcome being a perfect replica of his journey.
your brother, of course, thrived on this. you saw it in the glint in his eyes, the smug curve of his lips whenever your parents lauded his accomplishments. he seemed to revel in the way you’d bite your tongue, suppressing your own frustration, unwilling to start an argument you knew you couldn't win. his “achievements”, you’d often privately fume, were nothing more than the bare minimum, inflated by your parents' unwavering adoration. he was the teacher's pet, the goody two-shoes, the one who always did what was expected. and you? you were always just… you, never quite good enough by their standards.
university applications loomed, and the familiar chorus began. “your brother aced his entrance exams, you know.” “he had multiple offers, it was so difficult to choose.” you’d nod, biting back the retort that tasted like ash in your mouth. yes, you knew. you knew every detail of his accomplishments, every carefully phrased praise from your parents. it felt like his life was a highlight reel, constantly being replayed before your eyes, a stark reminder of your perceived inadequacy.
and his relationships? it was like a cruel joke. every new girlfriend was another opportunity for your parents to ask about your lack of romantic endeavors. “hen are you going to bring someone home?” they’d ask, their tone tinged with a mix of impatience and disappointment, as if you were actively choosing to fail in this specific area. your brother would watch, a smirk playing on his lips, clearly relishing in your discomfort. ue was the star, and you were the ever-present shadow, perpetually in his periphery, constantly being reminded of the light he cast and the darkness you supposedly inhabited.
then, hanni came into the picture, and everything shifted, not in the way you expected, but in a way that sparked something within you. pham hanni, your brother’s girlfriend, was a breath of fresh air, a radiant burst of sunshine in the dimly lit landscape of your family dinners. a law student with a smile that could disarm any bitterness, she possessed a charisma that was impossible to ignore. you couldn’t, and you didn’t try. you found yourself watching her when you thought no one noticed, observing how her brow furrowed slightly when she was concentrating on a conversation, the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed.
she possessed an undeniable radiance, a magnetic charm that seemed to draw everyone in. your parents, of course, adored her. they praised her intelligence, her ambition, the way she effortlessly fit into their carefully curated image of the perfect daughter-in-law.
she was a distraction, a welcome one. during those strained family meals, when your parents would inevitably turn their attention to your lack of romantic prospects, hanni would interject, her voice a gentle melody in the cacophony. “how are your studies going?” she’d ask, her eyes warm and genuinely interested, making a noticeable contrast to your parents’ perfunctory inquiries. she’d actually listen, unlike your parents, nodding attentively as you explained your latest project, offering compliments that felt sincere, not forced like the ones from your family. “that's fascinating!” she'd say, her tone making you feel like your thoughts and words held value. you were used to being invisible in your own home, and she saw past that. you were not invisible to her.
your brother and parents would be engaged in their usual self-congratulatory routines, the air thick with unspoken comparisons. but then, hanni would reach out, a question about your day or a gentle comment about something she’d noticed. it was like a brief escape, a stolen moment of warmth in the chill of the constant scrutiny. you started paying attention, noticing the small details. the way she would laugh at your jokes, her hand briefly touching your arm during a gesture, a small brush of her fingers as she handed you a dish, or the lingering gaze she would offer you across the table. she seemed to see you, not just as your brother’s sister, but as an individual with thoughts, feelings, and dreams of her own.
it was… different. it was the kind of attention you craved, the kind you hadn’t realized you were missing. and it was coming from the one person you shouldn’t be fixated upon, your brother’s girlfriend. was it possible to develop real feelings for her? the thought was a dangerous whisper in the back of your mind. she was everything you admired; intelligent, beautiful, kind. she was the antithesis of everything you had ever been made to feel, and you fell for it hard.
the feelings that stirred within you confused you. was it just gratitude for the kindness she offered? or was it something more? was it possible to develop genuine feelings for your brother’s girlfriend? it felt like a transgression, a betrayal of some unspoken code. and yet, when she laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners, or when she’d ask about your latest writing project, your heart would flutter, a sensation both exciting and terrifying.
beyond the pleasantries, there were these fleeting moments of intense connection. the way her soft tone, when addressing you, seemed to carry a different weight than her interactions with your parents or even your brother.
you started analyzing her every interaction. ehen she spoke to your parents, her voice held a polite formality, a careful curation of tone. but with you, there was a different warmth, a hint of something deeper. her gaze, too, held a different quality when directed at you. it lingered, an unspoken question hanging in the air. during a particularly drawn-out dinner, as your brother regaled your parents with his latest legal victory, you felt a soft pressure on your hand. you looked down to see hanni’s fingers lightly resting on your own. her eyes were on you, a small, almost conspiratorial smile playing on her lips. you pulled your hand away, a jolt running through you, and focused on your plate, your cheeks flushed.
once, while your brother was rambling about his work, she’d slid a small, intricately folded napkin across the table towards you, and as you discreetly opened it, you found a simple doodle of a smiling flower and a short note, “hope you’re having a good evening! <3” it said, her handwriting neat and elegant.
another time, as you were helping your mother clear the dinner table, you felt a gentle touch on your back. it was hanni. “let me help.” she’d said, her voice soft and low, her breath tickling your ear. your skin prickled where her fingers had been, and you felt a wave of heat wash over you.
these moments were like fragments of a dream, confusing and alluring. was it your imagination, desperate for connection? or was she subtly hinting at something, a shared undercurrent of feeling that she also seemed to be aware of? the lines were blurred, and you found yourself caught in a whirlwind of uncertainty and longing.
then came the engagement announcement. your brother and hanni were getting married. the news was delivered with the celebratory fanfare you’d come to expect from your parents, as if your brother’s engagement was an achievement they could also claim. the questions, of course, intensified. “when will you bring someone home?” your mother asked, her brow furrowed with concern. you wanted to scream. to point out the hypocrisy, the absurdity of constantly reminding you of your perceived failures while you grappled with feelings you barely understood.
and still, despite the engagement, despite the impending wedding, hanni continued to look at you, continued to touch your hand, to whisper your name in a tone that sent a tremor through you. it was as if the engagement hadn't changed anything between you. you were caught in a whirlwind of confusion, desperately trying to decipher her signals, her glances, and her unexpected gestures. was it possible that she felt something too? or was it your own wishful thinking, your desire for her attention coloring your perception of reality? it was torture, this constant push and pull, this sense that you were on the precipice of something you couldn’t fully understand, something that felt both thrilling and terrifying. you couldn’t tell if you were confusing things or if she was actually hinting at things. it was hard to tell if a girl was flirting with you, being a girl too. maybe that’s why you felt like you were drowning in a sea of indecision.
you were caught in a loop, constantly questioning your perceptions. was she playing some kind of game? was she just being kind? or was there something more to her actions? being a girl, you weren't used to the subtleties of flirting between women. the signals felt blurry, coded in a language you were only just beginning to decipher. you longed to understand the truth, to know if the feelings simmering within you were just a fantasy, or a shared flame waiting to be ignited. and you were terrified by the prospect of either possibility.
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the clatter of plates against each other was a familiar soundtrack to your evenings. you meticulously wiped each dish, the ceramic cool beneath your fingertips, while your mother rinsed. your father, a creature of habit, methodically cleared the remaining debris from the table, a newspaper tucked under his arm, ready for his post-dinner read. and your brother? he’d already sunk into the couch, a possessive arm draped around hanni, his focus entirely consumed by her smile. typical. you sighed, a puff of air that ruffled a stray strand of hair.
you turned from the sink, the kitchen light casting long shadows down the hallway. you were halfway up the stairs, the familiar squeak of the third step a comforting sound, when a hand clamped onto your forearm. you turned, annoyed. your brother stood there, his usual smirk slightly sheepish.
“hey…!” he began, his gaze shifting nervously. “so, uhm…can hanni sleep in your room tonight?”
your eyebrows shot up. “what? why?” you couldn't quite keep the exasperation from your voice. hanni always slept in his room, nestled amidst his chaotic collection of video game paraphernalia and discarded energy drink cans. why the sudden change?
he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “well…” he started, his tone laced with reluctance, “tomorrow is our anniversary. and…i have her gift. it's on my desk, in my room. i don't want her to see it before then.”
you crossed your arms, a mixture of amusement and disbelief bubbling inside you. “so you brought her here and now you can’t even spend the night in the same room together because you can’t hide a gift?” you asked, a pinch of irritation in your tone. “why even bring her here at all if we aren’t going to spend time together?”
he winced at your words. “it’s just—… please? just for tonight?” there was a desperate edge to his voice that you couldn’t entirely ignore. he’d never really ask for anything, and that was probably the reason for your next response.
you rolled your eyes. “fine.” you conceded, though the word felt heavy as it left your mouth. “but this is ridiculous.”
upstairs, your room felt suddenly inadequate. you carefully pulled a padded cloud-like mattress from the storage closet, laying it neatly on the floor beside your bed. you covered it with soft sheets and a fluffy quilt, adding a couple of pillows for good measure, trying to make a somewhat comfortable space. you were barely finished when a gentle knock sounded at the door.
your stomach did a strange flip as you opened it. hanni stood there, a soft smile playing on her lips. her dark hair was pulled back from her face, highlighting the delicate curve of her jaw. she looked almost ethereal in the dim hallway light.
you stepped back, ushering her inside. but in that moment, you felt a strange wave of self-consciousness wash over you. your eyes scanned the room, mentally cataloging the chaos. piles of clothes formed a precarious mountain on your desk chair, your old stuffed animals lined the shelves, their button eyes staring blankly ahead, and a random assortment of art supplies lay scattered across your desk. you felt your cheeks flush, hoping hanni wouldn’t notice the disarray.
you braced yourself for a judgmental smirk, but it never came. instead, her smile widened.
she did notice, of course. her gaze swept over the room but instead of the judgement you expected, her face softened into a smile. “it’s cute.” she said, her voice warm and genuine. “it feels very… you.”
you blinked, surprised. most people just saw the clutter. you gestured vaguely to the mattress on the floor. “so… make yourself comfortable, i guess.” you muttered, feeling a sudden awkwardness settle over you.
you settled into your bed, the silence in the room feeling thick and uncomfortable. you tried to focus on a book, but the words blurred before your eyes. you couldn’t shake the awareness of her presence, so close yet so far. the small sounds of her breathing, the faint rustle of fabric as she shifted on the mattress, all seemed amplified in the quiet of your room.
hours seemed to pass like molasses. you shifted, trying to find a comfortable position, but sleep seemed to elude you. suddenly, her voice broke the silence, low and gentle.
”you seem... restless.” hanni's voice was soft, breaking the silence. you turned on your side and faced her.
“i can’t sleep,” you admitted, feeling foolish. “it’s… new, having someone in here.”
she giggled, a soft, musical sound that made your insides flutter. “well, i have something to distract you.” she reached out, her finger gently brushing against your arm. “i wanted to ask you something important.”
you sat up, your back against the headboard. "okay?"
her eyes sparkled in the dimmed light. “i want you to be one of my bridesmaids, at the wedding, of course. but, specifically, i want you to be my maid of honor.”
your jaw dropped. this was… unexpected. you weren’t even friends, not really. bridesmaids were reserved for the closest friends, the people who had been there through every step of the way. “what?”.
she sat up, her eyes sparkling in the faint light that filtered in from the window. “When i get married, i want you to be one of my bridesmaids.”
“but… i'm not…we’re not even friends," you stammered, the words tumbling out of your mouth. “bridesmaids are supposed to be people close to you.”
she smiled, a small knowing curve of her lips. “i want you close.” she said, and her tone made you feel like she didn’t mean it in just the literal sense. “the most important one, the special one.”
you were speechless. you barely knew her, had barely exchanged more than a few words with her. she was your brother’s girlfriend, that was the only connection between you two. why would she want you?
but her words resonated within you, a strange mix of confusion and something else, something that felt a little like hope, but you quickly pushed it down. “but why me? i—" you ask.
“shhh.” he whispered, her voice low and husky. “i’ve been watching you. and i know."
“know what?” you try to ask, but a wave of nervousness washes through you at how close she is.
before you could even form another question, you felt the presence next to the mattress shift. the edge of your bed dipped, the springs groaning beneath the sudden weight. you looked to the side, your eyes struggling to adjust in the darkness. hanni was there, a shadow against the dim light, yet you could still recognize the curve of her lips and the intensity in her gaze.
she didn’t answer with words, instead, she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours. it was a tentative touch, a gentle exploration, and yet, it sent sparks flying through your veins. you tried to pull away, but she held you there, her fingers tangling in your hair.
“hanni…” you whispered, your voice a mix of shock and bewilderment. “what are you doing? go back to your mattress. your anniversary... the wedding, what would your fiancé say?”
she reached out, her hand cupping your cheek, her thumb caressing your skin. “he can wait.” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. “i’ve been watching you for a long time, you know? i know the way you look at me. i know what your family is like with you.”
tour breath hitched. how could she know? how could she possibly understand?
“but—...” you began, trying to regain some semblance of control, “you can’t just—”
she silenced you, her fingers moving to trace the line of your jaw, her touch sending shivers down your spine. “i want to make you feel loved,” she whispered, her lips brushing against yours, a feather-light touch that sent your senses reeling.
the kiss was soft, tentative at first, a gentle exploration of your lips. but after a few seconds later, the kiss deepened, her lips parting yours, her tongue tracing a path along your lower lip, tasting you. your protests melted away as a desire you didn’t know you possessed surged within you. the kiss became more demanding, more urgent, and your body responded instinctively, arching towards her touch.
she pulled back slightly, her breath warm against your skin, and continued kissing you, your jaw, your neck. each touch sending shivers down your spine. her hands moved to your shoulders, gently pulling you closer, deepening the kiss, her lips claiming your skin, exploring each curve and hollow. there was a hunger in her touch, a possessiveness that both frightened and thrilled you. you were being consumed by the feeling, your mind swirling, and for the first time tonight, you didn’t want the night to end. you were hers, completely.
her hands were everywhere, exploring the contours of your body, pulling you closer and closer until you were practically melded against her. the kisses were coming faster now, more insistent, more demanding, as she slowly took control of the situation, leaving you breathless and overwhelmed. you wanted to resist, to tell her to stop, but the words were lost in the intensity of her touch.
hanni leaned down and captured your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. her lips moved against yours with a tender passion, her tongue teasing the seam of your mouth. one hand caressed your cheek, while the other trailed down the side of your neck, over your collarbone, and down to the neckline of your nightgown.
“can i undress you, sweetheart?” she breathed against your lips, her fingers already working on the hem of your nightgown. “i want to see all of you... taste all of you.”
hanni’s touch was gentle and reverent, her intentions clear. she wanted to make love to you, to bring you pleasure and satisfaction. the room was filled with the soft sounds of your breathing and the gentle rustling of fabric, an intimate and sensual atmosphere.
the weight of reality falls on you in that instant. you’ve never had anything so intimate with someone before, not even a relationship. but... with her this felt different, it felt right. so, you don't see the need to refuse or back down. “... yes.”
hanni smiled softly at your breathless consent, her eyes darkening with desire as she slowly took off your nightgown. she peeled the fabric away from your skin, revealing the lacy bra and panties you wore underneath. her gaze traced over the curves of your breasts, the dip of your waist, and the flare of your hips, taking in every inch of your exposed skin.
“you’re so beautiful…” she murmured, her voice low and filled with wonder. She leaned down and placed a tender kiss on your collarbone, her lips lingering on your skin. “i want to touch you everywhere, taste you everywhere.”
hanni’s hands slid up your sides, her fingers splaying across your ribcage. she unhooked your bra with a deft flick of her wrists, freeing your breasts from their confines. she took a moment to admire the sight of your hardened nipples, before leaning down to capture one in her mouth.
she swirled her tongue around the sensitive peak, suckling gently as her hand cupped and kneaded the soft flesh of your breast. her other hand slid down your stomach, her fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your panties. she could feel the heat emanating from your core, the dampness that had already soaked through the delicate lace.
hanni’s touch was slow and sensual, focused on building your pleasure and desire. she wanted to take her time with you, to explore every inch of your body and bring you to the heights of ecstasy. she knew she had all night to make you hers.
hanni’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your panties, brushing against your slick folds. she groaned softly against your breast, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through your body. she could feel how ready you were for her, how much your body ached for her touch.
slowly, teasingly, hanni peeled your panties down your legs, tossing them aside onto the floor. she settled herself between your thighs, her breath hot against your most intimate place. she looked up at you, her eyes dark and filled with lust, seeking permission.
“can i taste you, baby?” she murmured, her fingers brushing against your clit, spreading your folds open for her.
but you couldn't keep up the lie for long. “... i've never done this before.”
hanni’s heart melted at your shy admission, a soft smile spreading across her face. she leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to your stomach, her hands caressing your thighs soothingly.
“shhh, it's okay baby. i'll take care of you.” she murmured, her voice low and reassuring. “i promise i'll make this amazing for you. just relax and let me love on you, sweetheart.”
hanni settled back between your legs, her fingers gently parting your folds. she leaned in and placed a soft, closed-mouth kiss on your clit, before dragging her tongue along your slit, tasting your essence.
she groaned at the flavor of you, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. she delved deeper, her tongue exploring your folds, before focusing on your clit. she circled the sensitive bud with the tip of her tongue, before suckling gently, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.
hanni’s hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for her as she feasted on you. she could feel your hips starting to rock against her face, your body seeking more of her touch. she obliged, two fingers delving deep inside you, curling against that special spot that made your toes curl.
hanni’s fingers pumped slowly in and out of you, her tongue never stopping its sensual assault on your clit. she could feel your inner walls fluttering around the invading digits, your body instinctively trying to draw them deeper.
she looked up at you, her eyes dark and filled with lust, watching your every reaction. she could see the pleasure playing out across your face, the way your brows furrowed and your lips parted in soft gasps and moans. it spurred her on, making her double her efforts to bring you to your peak.
hanni’s free hand slid up your body, cupping your breast, rolling and kneading the soft flesh. she pinched your nipple gently, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to your core. she could feel your hips starting to jerk and writhe against her face, your body tensing as your climax approached.
she pulled back for a moment, her fingers slipping out of you. she gazed at you with a wicked grin, before diving back in, sucking your clit hard as she plunged three fingers deep inside you. she curled them just right, rubbing that special spot that made stars explode behind your eyelids.
“that's it, baby.” she urged, her voice muffled against your sex. “come for me, baby. i want to taste your cum on my tongue. let go, sweetheart.”
hanni’s fingers pumped faster, her tongue working overtime, determined to push you over the edge and into ecstasy.
hanni could feel your body tensing, your inner muscles clenching around her fingers as your climax approached. she doubled her efforts, sucking hard on your clit as she pumped her fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace. her other hand slid down to your ass, gripping the soft flesh and pulling you harder against her face, desperate to taste your release.
“come on, baby.” she urged, her voice strained with desire. “give it to me. i want to feel you cum all over my face.”
with a final, hard suck on your clit and a curl of her fingers, she sent you hurtling over the edge. your body convulsed, back arching off the bed as a scream of pure pleasure tore from your throat. hanni moaned against you as your essence flooded her mouth, lapping it up greedily, relishing the taste of your climax.
she gentled her touch as your body trembled and shook, riding out the waves of your orgasm. she placed soft kisses on your sensitive flesh as your breathing slowly returned to normal. finally, she pulled back, a satisfied smirk on her face as she gazed up at you with adoring eyes.
“that's my good girl.” she purred, crawling up your body to capture your lips in a searing kiss. She let you taste yourself on her tongue, moaning softly as she savored the flavor. “you did so well, baby. i'm so proud of you.”
hanni cuddled you close as you both caught your breath, her arms wrapped around your trembling body. she stroked your hair, your back, your arms, anywhere she could reach, trying to soothe you down from your intense high. her touch was gentle and tender, full of a quiet adoration she rarely showed.
“you okay, sweetheart?” she asked softly, tilting your chin up to look at her.
“yes, yes i am, don't worry. it's just—it was very intense.” you murmur breathlessly, running a hand through your hair, pushing away the loose strands that stuck to your forehead and face due to the fine layer of sweat covering your skin.
her thumb brushed over your cheek, wiping away the tears of pleasure that had slipped down your face. “you were amazing. so responsive and sexy. i loved every second of making you cum like that.”
ahe leaned in and kissed you again, slow and deep, pouring all her desire and affection into the embrace. her tongue danced with yours, letting you taste the lingering essence of your climax on her lips.
breaking the kiss, hanni nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your scent, a mix of arousal and satisfaction. she nipped and suckled at your pulse point, marking you as hers in a way that would leave a visible reminder of your intimate encounter.
“i'm not done with you yet though…” she murmured, her voice low and full of promise. “i want to make you cum over and over again tonight. i want to worship this beautiful body of yours until you're completely spent and satisfied.”
to emphasize her point, one of hanni’s hands slid down your stomach, her fingers toying with the slick folds of your sex. she could feel the renewed heat emanating from your core, the dampness that signaled your body's willingness for more.
and well, this would definitely give you enough closeness to her to be able to be one of her bridesmaids.
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queenie-the-court-jester · 1 year ago
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take a hint fuckboy.
Yandere playboy x gn!reader
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♥️Kameron usagi was the most popular guy in your school. He had money, good looks, fantastic grades, even his own car and well paying job, which was any sophomores dream. What was not to love? Well..just one itsy bitsy detail.
���️ he was a major fuckboy. Hitting beds just like he's hitting bases on the fields. He's slept with nearly every girl on campus, you wouldn't be surprised if he slept in a couple guy's too. Still, he actually expected you to overlook his "past" of sleeping around? You probably would, if you hadn't spent the last four years in the same class with him
♥️wooing girls (and guys), going on a few dates, bed them, dump them, and repeat. It ended up with more broken hearts than you could count. But no one has the balls to actually speak up about it. Why? Because kameron could easily wreck their social life. make them be hated by the entire school, even potentially fucking up their future if they really ticked him off
♥️but with you? Oh he's complete putty in your hands. Sadly you seemed to hate his guts. You aren't seriously mad about him sleeping with all your friends-? Oh.. you are. Well, this complicates things huh!
♥️kameron is incredibly delusional the longer his persistence goes on. Believing this is all some game and deep down you love him back. You're just shy and nervous! Dont worry! He can wait (no he can't.)
♥️he sends his cronies to stalk you. Making them collect whatever they can to add to his shrine of you in his bedroom. He Photoshops pictures of you both, posting them on social media so everyone can see! His pressuring you into a relationship isn't very subtle. You know what he's doing. But what can you do? He practically rules the school since his parents are grand contributers to the funding
♥️by the time sophomore year is ending, you're worn out and too tired to fight back. Simply giving in to his obsessive love and silently praying that one of the college's you sent applications to will accept. When you nod your head as he holds a large rose bouquet and a box of chocolates, he's jumping for joy. Taking you into his arms and kissing you deeply. Swooping you into his Camaro.
♥️ atleast now you're technically the queen of the school. You're popular and people gush about your relationship with incredible fondness. The downside is now that everyone knows, it'll be harder to break up with him because how could you ruin such a picture perfect relationship? Shame on you y/n. (Ignore the fanclub of ex girlfriends frothing at the mouth thinking up ways to ruin your life)
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thewinter-eden · 5 days ago
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That Your Man? pt. II
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pairing: Lee Minho x fem!reader rating: mature, dark themes summary: mugger!Minho patrols his usual haunts, one of which being the parking lot where you first met. One night, mid-mugging, he sees you through the window of the coffee shop where he first bought you cake--but you're there with the man he thought you were going to break up with. He decides stealing girlfriends (or, rather, you) is now included in his job description.
warnings: Mugging, Minho still has a gun, asshole bf (still), evidence of past successful muggings, cats, fake boyfriend, angst, Ateez (one member), more crack/slice of life than horror.
Author's Note: I don't even know what to say about this. It just kind of happened and then it kept going. Oh well. Here we are.
Word Count: 15k
series info PART 2 INFO
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You’re newly single, newly apartment-broke, newly jobless. Happy birthday to you. Your alarm wakes you at 5am even on Sundays, your phone battery refuses to last longer than two hours unplugged, and your printer is sick of spitting out wads of mangled cardstock for your resumes.
Three weeks after that fateful birthday night in the parking lot, when Jake gave you the last bit of persuasion you needed to stop putting up with his cool detachment from your relationship, and you’re already struggling to make ends meet. You hadn’t quit your job, nor would you ever have dreamed of it. You’d worked and schooled infinite hours to get it, at last landing the vet tech job of your dreams in a private boutique clinic, only to lose it with one phone call.
You’d never realized how very small Jake was until he coped with your breaking up with him by informing your place of work that you were implicated in an armed robbery.
It’s not true; the police never even looked you up after Minho called them and reported that some nondescript, unidentified woman had been robbed; your name wasn’t in any reports or investigations, but Jake had decided since it was his company card that had been stolen and maxed out on gift cards, you must have given it to the mugger (and, technically, true enough).
But the phone call was more than enough reason to your vet clinic, and they let you go without even a week’s warning.
You’re halfway through a stale, microwaved breakfast burrito, sitting in the dark at your kitchen table with only the painful light of your laptop screen beaming stubbornly through the tinted lenses of your blue light glasses when an email pops up in your inbox. The subject line reads INTRODUCTORY INTERVIEW - WAYWARD STREET CAT HOTEL.
You’ve never clicked into an email so fast.
A quick scan tells you they liked your resume, they want you to come in for an interview tomorrow afternoon, and their address is only four blocks away from your apartment—a major plus when you don’t have a car and you’d rather avoid public transportation if at all possible.
Typing back a hurried—and quadruple spelling checked—response accepting the invitation, you immediately add the appointment to your calendar. It fits snugly between two other interviews, one with a coffee stand that just barely promises to pay minimum wage, and the other for a receptionist position at the biggest commercial vet clinic in town, that made sure to inform you in their very first email that there were over a hundred other applicants being considered.
You don’t want to be a drive-through barista, and you don’t want to diminish your college degree to a receptionist job (although a foot in the door is a foot in the door), so your heart is fully set on Wayward Street Cat Hotel. There’s so much bubbling hope in your chest that you have to close your computer and eat the rest of your burrito in the dark, praying with all your might that the hope doesn’t pop.
Trudging through your full day of first interviews (and one second interview that definitely doesn’t seem like it’s going to lead to a third), you finally make it back home and crash into bed, barely managing to change out of your day clothes and brush your teeth before sinking into disappointed slumber.
Night turns to day, and after another chalky burrito and another cup of cheap coffee, another fruitless morning of refreshing your email inbox, you step into a fresh set of professional interview attire and try to face the day with renewal. It’s not like you try to anticipate another booked schedule of unsuccessful interviews, but after so many days of getting punched by one rejection after another, it’s difficult to approach each appointment with an open mind.
After a pleasant but uninspiring meeting with the manager of the drive-through coffee stand, you leave the interview with basically the promise of the job if you want it, but you don’t see yourself jumping at that opportunity until you absolutely have to. After the two remaining interviews of the day, you may reassess, but you withheld your commitment until you could actually be sure that it was your only chance.
The Wayward Street Cat Hotel is a charming little house-like structure on the corner with a picturesque coffee shop and a small business ice cream shop on one side and a positively blooming little florist on the other side.
As you approach the door, there’s a number of cat-related signs on the window. “No dogs allowed,” “This property is protected by attack cats,” “Free range cats at work, please knock before opening.” The soft and quaint feel of the warm green door and front step of the facility draws you in immediately, thinking of those hand-drawn greeting cards or water color canvases that portray little cottages surrounded by flowers. You knock on the door.
Not even a full minute later, a young man’s face pops into view, dimples cratering his cheeks as he tosses you a wave and then gestures for you to wait. You smile back awkwardly, watching as he bends down and scoops up a small white cat into his arms, cradling it to his chest and hurrying to close it into a room in the back. Moments later, the man comes jogging back, unlocking the door, and letting you inside.
“Hi there,” He greets cheerfully. “You’re the interview?”
You nod, pressing your hand into his palm to shake, and tell him your name.
He gestures for you to come in and sit with him at the tiny desk in the back, picking up a clipboard and brushing cat hair off of his black shirt. “I’m San. I’ll be heading our conversation today, is that okay?”
You’re confused. “Um. Yes?”
“It’s just that I’m only an employee, and that the owner won’t be in until tomorrow. But I promise I’ll be thorough in my notes.” He grins at you, encouraged by the polite laughter you give him as you wave off his concerns.
“That’s completely fine, no worries.” You spend the next few minutes discussing your education, your work history, and your personal experience with animals. He’s polite, charming, and pleasantly engaging as he runs you through a list of scripted questions, pausing between each one to pen down your answers and offer kind little comments as you bounce back responses.
“Okay!” He sets the clipboard down at last and fixes you with another dimpled grin. “Well, I feel good about this. You seem great, and I love your background for this. Why don’t you accompany me on my rounds this morning and we’ll see what you think of the actual work?”
This suggestion thrills you. No polite, tight smiles and tense handshakes and empty “We’ll be in touch” promises. Even if he decides that you can’t be trusted to work in cat boarding, at least you get to meet some kitties before you go home and cry into a vat of ice cream. You get up, leaving your bag on the chair you were just sitting in, and quickly follow him back towards the door.
The facility is a single large room, one half wall dividing the front from the back, with the desk you just had your interview at set on the back side of said wall. At the front of the room, there’s a sink, a set of cabinets, and a supply closet on the same wall as the door you entered through. To either side of you, the walls are lined with doors, all the way to the back of the room.
Each door is solid on the bottom and grated at the top so you can look in and see the kitty guests lounging in their own private rooms, blinking lazily at you as you pass by the windows. It’s not what you would have thought—all of the cat boarding facilities you’ve seen online look like sterile vet environments, with boxes in the wall that have barely enough room for a cat bed and a portable litter box.
This is small and cozy, but genuinely akin to a hotel for cats.
“So we have two shifts per day—but the boss said maybe we’d add a third since we’re looking for another worker. Every morning I come in around six am and check on everybody.” San begins, peeking into all of the rooms. It’s almost noon, so you figure he must have done all of this already, but that doesn’t stop him from chatting blithely about his entire morning routine.
When he’s finished his spiel, he guides you to a room about halfway down the row. “This is how far I got before your appointment. This is Bbam.” He steps aside so you can peer in and find the big gray tabby lounging comfortably on a plush bed. “He’s either an animatronic cat or a changeling.”
You give a shocked laugh at his playful words, but as you look at Bbam, you realize exactly what he’s talking about. The gray tabby has perfectly round eyes, about half the size of golf balls, which he pins to you the moment you appear in his line of sight. He meows at you, and when he does, his mouth hinges down at the jaw like a robot kitty. He does look like an animatronic cat. “Oh my god, he’s kind of freaking me out.” The moment you speak, Bbam’s eyes flick to the side, then down to the floor, then back at you—like he’s actually understanding your words.
San laughs at the sudden look of discomfort on your face. “Yeah, he appears in my nightmares sometimes. I frequently ask him not to answer me, if he has the ability to do so. Just in case. But he’s a huge sweetheart. Step back.” San turns the knob and swings the door open, and Bbam immediately jumps down from the bed and winds himself around your feet. “He’s a total love, once you get past the horrible expression on his face. So, he’s here for three more days—his owners went to Costa Rica.” He tells you every detail about the cat as he shakes out the blankets and the bed, sweeps the floor, cleans the litter box, changes the water, and then fills the food dish. “He gets totally nutty about meal times so he gets a Prozac at dinner.”
“Aw, poor Bbam.” You’ve spent the entire demonstration crouched in the doorway, letting the kitty bonk his head against your knees and curl himself around your hand and purr deep guttural grumbles at you. “He’s just a hungry little guy.”
“Bbam weighs thirty-one pounds.”
“He’s a hungry big guy.” You’re totally in love. Bbam the freaky animatronic changeling cat is the sweetest thing you’ve ever put your hands on, and every little mew he gives you digs right into your heart.
San notices the dumbstruck puppy love look on your face. “You haven’t even met the kittens yet. Come on.” He takes you all through the facility, introducing you to each of the cats and talking to them sweetly in a low, soothing tone. Some of them jump out and practically maul you for affection, while others tuck themselves safely under the stools that are set up specifically for the purpose of hiding. Every time one of them hides from you, San seems to know exactly why.
“She just got here this morning,” He’ll say. “That’s Bobae, she’s still nervous. She probably won’t eat her food tonight but I put just enough in to cover the bottom of the bowl, so I can see if she’s comfortable enough to try.”
Or— “That’s Kyong, he’s a little nervous. He hisses but as soon as we open the door he’ll run over here and start demanding affection, hissing all the while, see?—yep, there he goes. He won’t hurt you, just wants to make sure you know he’s a big scary cat.”
You follow along, soon jumping in to hand him things or going ahead to read the charts and starting on the food prep, even taking a few litter boxes from him to clean so he can focus on tidying up the rooms. By the time you’ve helped him finish his shift, your head and heart are chock full of cat information and your interview clothes are positively covered in kitty hair.
“Yeah, so that’s the morning shift. Evening shift starts at 4, and we do pretty much exactly the same thing, and then in between washing dishes and doing laundry we take care of emails and phone calls. It’s really simple, really rewarding if you like cats—you just have to hope the clients are nice. Most of the owners are little old ladies, and it’s kind of hit or miss with their temperaments.” San beams at you, standing back after letting you wash your hands and borrow one of the many lint rollers. “So? What do you think?”
“I think you must be the most peaceful person on the planet, if this is your day job.” You respond, somewhat in disbelief at the calm atmosphere and the instant gratification of seeing all of your efforts be either appreciated or at the very least quietly tolerated by all of these cats. “But I was wondering how our schedules would work? Like would we swap mornings and evenings, or do you do full days?”
He passes you a towel to dry your hands. “Since right now it’s just me and the boss, we’ve been trading days. I do the first half of the week, we both work Wednesdays, he does the second half of the week, and we alternate so that we can have weekends off. If he likes you and hires you on, then we’ll have more flexibility, which I’m excited for.”
You can’t think of a single better place to work right now, where your still emotionally-reeling brain can take a break and get 6-8 hours of kitty love as your day job. “That sounds great. So, um…” You clasp your hands. “I guess you’ll call me, or?”
He flinches a little, like he totally forgot that you weren’t a done deal yet. “Oh, gosh, yes. Hold on.” He runs back to the desk and returns to you with your bag, passing it to you as he scribbles a note on his clipboard. “The boss told me if I like you for the interview and the rounds both to go ahead and invite you for the morning shift tomorrow. I get here at 5:30, drink my coffee, look at emails and the schedule for the day. You’re welcome any time between then and 6am. Just knock on the door and I’ll let you in. If he signs off on you by the end of the day, I’ll get you your own door code. This is my personal cell number in case you need to reach me, and the internal email address for employees.” He gives you the piece of paper.
You hold it like treasure, your hands shaking as you tuck it carefully into your bag and then double check that it’s safely inside one of the pockets.
“I say employees,” He laughs at himself. “Right now it’s just me and the boss. But we both check it every day, so don’t hesitate to email for any reason. I’m kind of a stickler for punctuality, so please shoot an email or a text if you’re going to be late for traffic or something. Sound good?” He sticks out his hand, and this time you’re greeted with a warm and friendly handshake rather than the tight ones that reek of hand sanitizer from all of the other places you’ve been to this week.
“It sounds great. Thank you so much for having me in, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” You’re practically vibrating with excitement. He sees you out the door and waves through the window as you head for the sidewalk, and as you all but bounce your way home, you couldn’t pry the toothy grin off your face with a crow bar.
You don’t go to your next interview.
Instead, you finally take the time to cook yourself dinner. The first real meal you’ve had since the night you got robbed at gunpoint by a strangely considerate criminal who bought you cake on your birthday. You actually use pans and cutting boards and the oven fan and an egg timer and by the time it’s done, your stomach is growling so loudly that it’s automatically the best food you’ve ever eaten.
You take the time to shower, and wash your hair and shave your legs and then moisturize your skin until you’re glowing and pink in the dingy light of your cramped bathroom. You’re five seconds away from tumbling into bed in a set of matching cotton pajamas and a microfiber towel turban and the book you’ve been dying to read but haven’t had the energy to even look at when your phone dings.
Your heart slams like a jackhammer.
What if it’s San? Or the owner of the cat hotel?
What if they changed their mind?
You can just see the text—’sorry, we’ve selected another applicant. Don’t bother coming in tomorrow.’
You snatch the phone off the nightstand, thumbing past the password and blinking hazily down at the dim screen. It’s not San, or anyone who works at Wayward Street Cat Hotel.
It’s Jake.
‘911—need to talk to you. It’s urgent.’
Your eyes reflexively well with tears, the raw edges of your heart still bleeding from the difficult emotions of breaking off your lengthy relationship, and you feel a clenching in your chest. Despite knowing that nothing Jake has ever thought of as urgent has ever been actually urgent, you glumly type back a response and get an address in return.
You blink at it in disbelief.
It’s that coffee shop.
The one in the parking lot that you got robbed in. The one in the parking lot that Jake left you in, with an armed robber. The one across from the McDonald’s where Jake tried to make you eat (and pay for) your birthday dinner. The one across from the movie theater where he made you feel like a child for crying through a sad movie on your birthday.
The one that Minho took you to and begged you to eat from after your heart broke into a million little pieces.
It doesn’t matter. Jake says it’s urgent, so you have to go. You toss back your covers, dig through your drawers for something to wear—and you’re far too committed to the comfort you’re currently wrapped in to go for any of the jeans, so you pull out your coziest sweats and swap one cotton set for another.
Shaking out your hair, scrubbing your fingers through the stringy wet tendrils, you fold it into the fastest, sloppiest braid you’ve ever embarrassed yourself with, grab your purse, and head out the door. Cool air wraps around your damp throat, digging fingers into your dripping scalp, laying it’s icy palm against your back where your hoodie is catching all of the water from your hair.
One hasty Uber and about twenty minutes of anxious hand wringing and mentally chanting reassurances to yourself, you arrive at the coffee shop with almost rock-solid certainty that you’re going to be able to face Jake without completely falling apart.
Yeah, you’re the one who broke up with him.
Yeah, he definitely had it coming, and you definitely deserve better.
But you’ve been with him for so long that sometimes you still feel like he’s missing from you, and to see him again after three weeks might just be the straw that breaks you. Running your hands over the awkward fly-aways that float around your hairline, already feeling the knobby lumps of your terrible braid but not wanting to prolong the inevitable by stopping to fix it, you make your way up the sidewalk, adjusting your jacket collar under the hood of your sweater.
In the darkening light of evening, the coffee shop glows a warm golden light out onto the sidewalk, and you take a deep breath to brace yourself. You can see him just inside, in a thin t-shirt and a pair of jeans that you’ve seen a million times before—clothes that he barely manages to drag on before going out in public without a care.
You feel just a little miffed. This meeting had better be an actual emergency if he pulled you out of bed to spend money on an Uber and didn’t even bother to dress appropriately for the high-dollar coffee shop.
A bell rings softly when you push the door open and step inside, instantly enveloped in a rush of warmth. The air smells like hot sugar and cinnamon and rich coffee, and your eyes automatically slide to the display case full of aesthetic cakes.
Even after your hard earned dinner, your stomach grumbles at the thought of that cake.
You make your way to the small table where your ex is seated, going around to stand across from him, one hand gripping the straps of your purse in a fist. “What is it? What’s wrong?” You didn’t realize your voice was going to come out with such a hard edge, but it’s too late to soften your approach now.
Jake looks up from his phone, brow furrowing at your words. “Can we talk?”
Frustration fills your entire chest cavity. “You said it was urgent. What’s wrong?”
He pushes his phone away and drops his hands into his lap, staring at you pitifully. “I just want to understand. I don’t get it. Why would you throw everything we had away like that? How could you do that? I thought we loved each other.”
You want to scream with disbelief and anger and the heartbreak that is rapidly evaporating to be replaced by incredulous resentment at the utter gall of this man. “What am I doing here, Jake? What do you want?”
He gestures for you to sit, and you stare at his hand blankly. “I need closure, babe. Please. I want to understand. I think we could give this another chance if we just talk about it.”
You slam yourself down in the seat and have to stop your body from lunging across the table and strangling the living daylights out of him. “You texted me 911 so that you could get closure? I was in bed, Jake. I have work in the morning—and don’t call me babe.”
His lips twist in confusion. “What work? I thought you got fired.”
You’re about two seconds away from having a psychotic episode in the middle of a coffee shop. “Yes. I got fired. Because you lied to my boss. And you expect me to come here and hold your hand?”
“I called your boss after you broke up with me. That’s not why you ended things. I want to know why. Was it the mugging? You know I called you all night long. I was worried sick about you, babe, I just wanted to make sure you were okay, and you ignored me.”
All you can do is breathe.
Just keep breathing.
“I just think you could have at least talked to me before you ended it. I took you out for your birthday. I gave you a scarf, do you know how much that cost?”
“Yeah, about a buck fifty.”
He blasts right past the revelation that you somehow knew he thrifted it out of the clearance bin. “I was up the whole night just hoping you were okay, and the next thing I hear from you is a full 48 hours later, breaking up with me. How can you think that’s fair? How can you say I deserve that after everything we’ve been through?”
A waitress swoops by the table then, smiling sweetly at you. “Can I get you guys anything? Our cakes are incredible, or we have savory options as well.”
“Just a coffee for her, but I’ll take a slice of the chocolate cake, please.” Jake says softly, giving the waitress his most pitiful smile, and then fixes you with the same look. “Babe, please. Please, I just want to work this out.”
Your mind is so completely blown by everything that’s just happen that you can’t even pull a facial expression to reflect the shock consuming you. “What did you do?”
He blinks. “What do you mean?”
“For the 48 hours. What did you do?”
Stammering, surprised by the question, he lifts one hand in a pointless gesture. “I…I waited around. I mean, I had to go to work, of course. And then I caught up with a friend for dinner, because they were going out of town the next day, but you understand that I had to go. But I waited around for you the whole time, just hoping. I couldn’t even sleep, baby, I was so worried.”
“You left me. You left me there.”
“The guy had a gun! Everybody makes mistakes. Not everybody responds well under pressure. I was stupid, and I regret it, and—oh my god I’m just so glad you’re okay.”
His gushing words fill you with revolted disgust. “Please stop.” Nausea floods your senses. “Seriously, just knock it off. We’re done, Jake. There’s no talking about this, there’s no fixing anything. I will never consider it okay, or just a mistake, that you left me with an armed robber in a dark parking lot. You left me there.”
You don’t say anything about the fact that you ended up feeling safer with the armed robber than you had felt with Jake in a long time, because that’s entirely beside the point.
He doesn’t need to know that.
“I would never do that again. I could never dream of leaving you. Please, baby, please, I swear—”
“So this is the jackass, huh?” Somebody slips into the booth next to you, and you’re startled to find a warm arm looping around your back, fingers tickling you where they brush softly at your sides. “He looks like an accountant.”
Both you and Jake turn to the newcomer, wide-eyed, but you recover first.
Minho is sitting next to you.
Minho, the armed robber who held you up on your birthday. Minho, who took pity on you when you cried your eyes out in the cold. Minho, who took you to this very coffee shop and bought you warm food and a warm drink (with your boyfriend’s card) and told you that you were worth more than he made you think.
For a second, your gaze snaps to Jake, terrified that your cover is blown and that he’ll only be further convinced that you and your mugger were in cahoots against him—when you remember. Minho had taken his mask off only after Jake had burned rubber out of the parking lot.
You recognize him.
Jake does not.
Your ex straightens, instantly offended by the cool smirk and downward gaze of the criminal who currently has his fingertips playing with the hem of your sweater. “Who is this?” Jake snaps at you, scooting his chair back. “You moved on from me already? You were cheating on me, weren’t you? Who are you—what the fuck are you doing with my girlfriend?” He’s practically combusting with derision.
Minho just blinks lazily up at him, reminding you of the way the cats from the boarding facility earlier calmly stared at you as you walked with San. “I’m the one who knows everything about you, and, may I say, this charming display is entirely consistent with what I’ve heard.”
You gawk at him, only managing to close your mouth and swallow your surprise when he gives your side a little pinch. Clamping your jaw, you let him tug you into his side and smile smugly at your ex as the other man sputters angrily.
“This is why you broke up with me? You had some fucker on the side?” He snaps at you, and you really wish you had an answer for him, but you’re just as surprised as he is.
“I never cheated on you, Jake, this isn’t—”
“I think you should leave.” Minho says simply, interrupting you. “You’re disturbing the customers here, and your voice irritates me.”
“You expect me to stand here and believe that this guy with his arm around your waist isn’t some secret boy toy that you’ve been screwing while I’ve been taking care of you? Do you know how hard I worked to provide for you? I was going to give you safety and security and—”
“And McDonalds every year for her birthday? That she pays for and you bill your company for?” Minho finishes lightly. His hand slides up your side to smooth over your shoulder and then drag back down to your hip. Every inch of his touch is possessive and unthreatened by Jake’s presence. “I think she can do better. Can’t you, jagi?”
Your stunned expression meets his cool smile, and he blinks at you in a way that somehow very clearly and very subtly tells you to stop your gaping and pretend that you’re comfortable in his arms. Strangling the part of you that wants to ask just as many questions as Jake is asking, you force your eyelids to lower to a normal degree and finally turn to face Jake again. “We’re done, Jake. You should leave.”
Jake bursts out of his chair with frenzied outrage. “I asked you here to give you another chance, but that’s over.” He snaps, jabbing a pointed finger at you.
Pressed against you, you feel the solid muscles along Minho’s side tense as he closes his hand firmly around your hip and narrows his eyes at your ex.
“Don’t call me. Don’t text me. Don’t even fucking try to explain.” He yanks his jacket off the back of his seat and then slams the chair up so hard that the edge of the table thumps harshly against your ribs at the impact.
“Then stop throwing a fit and get on with it.” Minho says harshly. “And calm down before I make you.”
From anyone else it would sound like your average amount of masculine posturing, designed to make the other man uncomfortable and test the boundaries of respect, but from Minho—the man who spends his nights holding people at gunpoint—it strikes you as a sobering promise.
Jake shoots you one last petulant glower and then storms out of the coffee shop, slamming the door behind him.
The moment he’s gone, you twist yourself to face Minho, seeing the cool smile drop from his face as his arm slides away from your back. “What are you doing here?” You hiss. “What was that? Last time I saw you, you were robbing me. And now you’re pretending to be my boyfriend or some shit? Are you bipolar?”
His eyes are hooded, and he picks up the coffee that the waitress left for you and sips at it quietly. “So you do remember that night,” He says. “And do you happen to remember the part where we discussed getting rid of assface?”
Your mouth falls open. “Excuse me? The part I remember is you pointing a gun in my face.”
He rolls his eyes, leans forward, hooks his finger on the lip of the plate with Jake’s untouched cake, and drags it towards you. “Eat. I saw you eyeing the cakes when you came in here.”
You push the plate away. “Minho.” The name is hissed through gritted teeth.
He pops an eyebrow at you. “And you remember my name. I’m flattered, jagi, you’ll make me blush.” The smirk drops once again and he scoots the plate back towards you. “It’s nine o’clock at night and you look like you got your hair caught in the door of a car. Eat the cake and go home.”
“I don’t want to eat the cake. I want you to tell me what the hell you’re doing here—and how long have you been watching? What do you mean you saw me eyeing the cakes?”
“I’ll tell you if you eat it.”
“I don’t want to eat it. I don’t eat in public, remember?”
“You do with me.” He’s watching you, expressionless, firing back responses as quickly as you can scrounge up an argument.
“I was under the unique pressure of being held at gunpoint.” You snap under your breath.
“I wasn’t holding you at gunpoint when we had birthday cake together. Eat it while I’m still trying to persuade you unarmed.”
You grab the fork on impulse, a jolt of fear striking you before you realize he’s kidding. His eyes are tracing your face, reading the reflexive terror as it rises and then fades slowly, and he settles on a small smile when you breathe again. “I don’t feel like eating this here.” You tell him quietly. “I still have the—” You break off, filled with frustration. “Look, I’m already thrown off by you being here, sitting here, I don’t really want to feel even more vulnerable by eating in front of you, too.”
“I want you to. See? I can be vulnerable too.”
“Why are you being so damn pushy? Who cares about the cake? Why won’t you just tell me what the hell you’re doing here?”
“Because you’re shaking. And you’re uneasy, and eating the cake will distract you. And you deserve it after that prick didn’t let you order one for yourself.”
God, how long had he been watching?
“That’s because it’s embarrassing.”
“It’s cute. Your face scrunches like a baby’s, like you’re afraid of what you’re eating but you want it anyway. It’s cute. Eat it, jagiya, I’ll answer your questions.”
You scoop a bit of the cake onto the fork and stare at him, heart pounding. “Are you sure?” Like you’re giving him an out. This fucking criminal who has inserted himself into your personal space and considered it a personal favor that he’s not pointing a gun at you while he’s doing it. There’s no reason for you to be offering him the chance to not be seen in public with you, twitching every time you take a bite.
“I’m sure, babyface, just eat it.”
You scowl. “Don’t call me that.”
“Then eat it.”
You do. Finally, after practically wearing yourself out arguing over your biggest, deepest insecurity, you begin to eat the cake, and do your best to ignore the warmth you feel when Minho’s arm settles against your back again.
“I was outside with…some friends, when I saw you show up. I recognized you, I got curious, and imagine my surprise when I see you meeting good ol’ assface for coffee, like we hadn’t already promised each other we were gonna break up with him.”
“We?” You mumble around the tiniest bite of chocolate cake. “I don’t remember us being in that relationship.”
“Tell me you haven’t been dating him all this time.” Minho leans back with a sigh, watching you pick daintily at the cake, his fingertips walking up your spine to tug at the lumpy, damp braid that’s still soaking through your sweater.
“I haven’t. He said he needed to talk to me. Said it was urgent.”
“It’s always urgent.” Minho mumbles, and you feel him picking at the end of your braid. Suddenly the elastic is gone, your hair stiffly unwinding against your shoulders. “Tell me you didn’t go back home to him that night.”
“I didn’t.” You twist your neck around to see what he’s doing, but he puts one finger to your temple and turns your head back to face your cake, and then continues unraveling your hair. “I went home. To my apartment. I didn’t talk to him for two days and when I did, I broke up with him. I didn’t even get my iPad back from his house.”
“Good girl.” He twists your hair into a firm knot at the base of your skull and fastens it with the elastic. “There. Try not to contract pneumonia next time you get played by your ex.” He pats your back firmly, and it’s jarringly platonic after the tenderness of his hands threading through your hair. He pushes himself to his feet and holds his hand out, palm up. “Come on. Bed time.”
“Bed time?” You repeat, absolutely stunned.
Whatever he’s expecting from you right now is nowhere near what you’re prepared to give to the man who has at one point pulled a gun on you.
He turns his hand and flicks your arm softly. “Stop your blushing. I know you took an Uber here. I’m taking you home. You said you have work tomorrow, so let’s go.”
You just blink at him. “I’m not riding home with you. You have a car?”
“Of course I have a car, I’m not destitute.”
“You rob people.”
“It’s really more of a hobby.”
“Yeah, I’m definitely not going home with you.”
“Again,” He flicks your arm once more. “I’m not taking you home with me, I’m taking you home. Your home. Finish your cake and get up.”
Moments later, you are making the second inexplicably foolish decision of your life to follow Minho across the parking lot to the small gray car in the shadows. He opens the door for you, waits for you to get inside, and then closes you in to spend the next few seconds wondering if you’re going to survive the rest of the night.
Because there is stuff everywhere.
Purses. Backpacks. Wallets. A gun in the floorboard. A small document safe, busted open on the back seat. A crowbar. Numerous disposable masks. Multiple boxes of latex gloves.
The instant that Minho crosses around to the driver’s side and gets in, your fingers are grasping for the handle, seconds away from leaping out into the night. He frowns at you as he puts the keys in the ignition. “What? Where are you going?” As you gawk at him, terrified, his eyes skate the condition of his car. “Oh. Shit. Right, sorry.” He leans into your space, scraping up a handful of purses and wallets and tossing them in the back seat. He ducks back down one more time, grabs up the gun, tucks it in the glove compartment. “You can put your feet anywhere, it’s fine.”
You gape at him. “Minho, this is—”
He rolls his eyes. “Don’t be such a prude. I robbed you, too, and look at us now. I’m a nice guy, I swear.”
“Have you ever killed anybody?”
“Would you believe me if I said no?”
“I…don’t know.”
“Well, let me know when you figure it out, and I’ll give you my answer.”
He wheels the car smoothly out of the driveway, and when he asks for your address, it takes an infinity for you to decide to give it to him. You live in a nice apartment building, with good security, and watchful neighbors. Even if he’s been nice to you so far, possibly scoping you out and getting you to trust him, it should be difficult for him to actually gain access to your apartment later.
“Block his number.” He tells you quietly, one elbow propped up on the window sill. “Don’t go chasing after his 911 texts anymore.”
“Why do you care?”
Silence.
Streetlights and traffic signals shine into the space between you, flashing over his face and illuminating the quiet consideration that he wears in place of the smug expression he had only moments ago. “I care.”
“Why?”
“God knows.”
He drops you off at your apartment, peers at you quietly through the window as you back away from his car, your eyes dubiously fixed on him as you scoot backwards into the building, and then he’s gone, racing off into the night, and taking all the evidence of his transgressions with him.
By some stroke of cosmic grace you get yourself to bed and convince your brain to abandon all thoughts of Minho and get a bare minimum amount of sleep. By the time your alarm sings its obnoxiously cheerful jingle at you, it feels like you only just closed your eyes. But it’s 4am and you have a day of kitties ahead of you, so you put your feet on the floor and trudge to your bathroom to get yourself awake.
Two pieces of toast, the last of your Folgers instant coffee, and one glass of water, off-brand orange juice later, you’re bundled up in your favorite winter jacket, watching your breath appear in the dark of morning as you walk to the Wayward Street Cat Hotel.
By the time you knock on the warm green door and watch San’s head pop around the corner of the half wall, your nose is pink and your fingers are cold but it’s only served to get your heart pumping and your brain wide awake.
San approaches the door with a sauntering gait and a dimpled smile that is far too kind for 5:30 in the morning, but he unlocks the door and ushers you into the golden warmth of the facility. “Good morning!” He greets, standing back as you unzip your jacket. “You are prompt, right on time.” He holds out a hand and takes the garment, showing you to the storage closet where he hangs it next to his own jacket.
“I hoped you might be punctual, so I brought you a coffee. Cream and sugar on the side, you can fix it how you like. Is that okay?”
You’re warm all over. “That sounds amazing, thank you.”
He leads you back to the desk and pulls up your chair for you. “So right now I’m just going through emails—oh, here.” He passes you a blue paper to go cup and a handful of cream and sugar packets. “If all goes well today, give me your usual coffee order. The boss pays for coffees on Wednesdays to warm me up for when he comes in and extends the shift by two hours.”
“By two hours?” You repeat, popping the lid off and dumping four of the creamers into the dark liquid that smells about a thousand better than your Folgers instant. You’re halfway through wondering if you should be reassessing your excitement for this job, adjusting your hope for success today and a contract by evening, mentally filing through labor laws, when San waves your worries away with one hand.
“Accidentally. He doesn’t make me stay, but I usually stick around and do emails or laundry and it gives me two more hours on my time sheet, so who cares? If you work here, he’ll let you go home at your normal time, don’t worry.”
“How does he make it so much longer? Is he a slow cleaner or something?”
“No, no, not at all. He’s the one who taught me how to be as efficient as I am, and he can still clean a room about two minutes faster than I do. No, he runs an Instagram page so owners can see their kitties while they’re gone. So when he comes in on Wednesday, he takes all kinds of photos and videos—plus he’s a total lush for cats so he spends like ten minutes with each one, just hanging out with them.” He sips from his coffee and lets out a slow hiss as the heat hits his tongue.
“Oh.” You blink, pressing the lid back onto your cup. “That’s sweet.”
“Yeah, he’s really great. I think you’ll enjoy working with him, if you’re good with rolling with a wry, dry sense of humor. He’s super chill and easy going and even though he looks at you sometimes like he can’t remember your name, he’ll listen to anything—even if you’ve forgotten for the fifth time how to print out the daily schedule.”
“Is this…experience speaking?”
San chuckles, ducking his head and sighing at his keyboard. “Ahhhh, yes, unfortunately. I was so nervous my first day. I thought he hated me until I asked him my hundredth inane question of the day and he noticed how bad I felt about it and he just took the time to kindly walk me through it again.”
You’re a little nervous now, both about the complexity that the shifts must be if San was so psyched out about it, and about the apparently closed off demeanor of your potential boss. “So, he’s nice about it, though?”
“Oh yeah.” San clicked through a couple of emails and then leaned back in his chair, spinning it lightly back and forth. “No he will full on stare at you like you’re speaking another language and then just when you think you’re going to cry for being the dumbest person on the planet, he starts talking to you in this very sweet, like, don’t-spook-the-kittens voice and answers whatever you’re unsure about and then tells you that you aren’t completely hopeless.”
“Aw,” You’re laughing at the utter embarrassment on San’s face.
“I had such a hard first day. I was so nervous. So please, whatever you feel about today, barring a medical emergency, it can never be worse than mine.”
You’re at ease almost immediately after that, relaxing in your chair and sipping at your coffee as he chatters about the process of checking emails and showing you where the form letters for rote responses are, and showing you how to use the database to check the schedule and make bookings and check kitty records.
By the time 6am rolls around and San pushes himself back from the desk, he’s finished his coffee. He shrugs out of his hoodie and gets up, instructing you to start on one of the rooms while he gets started on the other. For the next hour, you clean kitty rooms, check the database for feeding and medicating instructions, refresh water bowls, and clean litter boxes, all the while getting positively coated in kitty affection.
San keeps up a regular dialogue, occasionally breaking off to laugh as you react to whichever cat you’re interacting with at the moment, from a couple of calico kittens who jump on your shoulders while you clean their litter box, to Kyong hissing at you whilst demanding affection, to a little old lady cat who meows at you like she’s been smoking for fifty years.
“Why don’t you go do the last room and I’ll start washing the dishes.” San suggests at some point around 7, gesturing for you to go get started on a little black cat named Jia, who has been not so patiently waiting for her turn to be fed since you started. He begins pulling on dishwashing gloves and setting to cleaning the previous night’s dinner dishes while you hurry to comply.
“Hi Jia.” The moment you open the door, the older cat scoots out into the hallway, winding around your legs, whisper-meowing up at you constantly. She follows you back into the room, pawing and headbutting you as you shake out her blankets and sweep the floor. It takes you a few minutes to clean little splatters of her drool off the floor and sift out the litter box, but finally you scoop her up in your arms and begin the less pleasant task of giving her her daily medications.
“This is gonna be so fast, baby.” You whisper, letting her lean her head back against your chest. “Just a couple of nasty pills and then it’s canned food galore, I promise.” She squirms and cries at you as you push the pills into her mouth, and in a matter of seconds she’s swallowed both of them. “See? You did so good, and now it’s all over. What a good girl,” You lean over and pick up her bowl of wet food before she can get too upset about swallowing the tablets. “See? There you go, pretty girl.”
You lean back on your heels and stroke her as she abruptly forgets all about the terrible medication and chirps her way through her breakfast.
“Look who the cat dragged in.”
Before you can shoot San an unimpressed look for his very unoriginal one-liner, you realize that that wasn’t San’s voice. And the not-San voice sounded very, very familiar.
You twist around, nearly falling on your ass in the middle of Jia’s room, to see fucking Minho staring down at you through the window in the door, that smug smirk on his face. His eyes glance to Jia, then around the room, then to you. “She’s sweet, isn’t she?”
Jumping to your feet, thoroughly appalled by his sudden appearance, you glare through the grate. “What are you doing here?”
He blinks at you. “I’m the owner.”
Your eyes fall back down to Jia. “Oh. Yes, she’s very sweet. She took her medicine very well and her appetite is fantastic this morning. Are you checking her out?” You don’t remember San saying that Jia was going home this morning.
Minho’s smirk widens. “Isn’t it cute the way she whispers?”
Your patience is thinning. “Yes, Minho. She’s very cute. Can you just take your cat and go?” You’re praying, hoping beyond hope that San or the boss doesn’t show up and watch you snarl at a client, but you cannot cope with running into your robber for the third time.
This is it.
You’re going to lose another job before you even get the chance to have it, all because of the same night that lost you the first job.
You hate him.
You hate Jake.
You hate Minho.
You hate everybody right now except for Jia, and the knowing look on Minho’s face is not helping matters.
It is too early in the morning to be playing mind games with a criminal.
“Why are you still here?” You hiss. “Why are you even here at all? If you want your cat, take your damn cat.” You see San approaching from behind Minho, tossing a dish towel over his shoulder.
“Maybe I just can’t stay away from you.” Minho raises an eyebrow at you, eyes trailing down your body to examine the long sleeve button-up and soft, stretchy slacks that you’re wearing whilst crawling around on your knees in cat rooms. “You’re just so damn enchanting.”
“Do not bullshit me right now—” Your hiss is broken off and transformed into a sweet smile as San sidles up next to Minho and smiles that cratered smile at you.
“Looks like you’ve met the boss, huh? She’s pretty great, right, hyung?”
Your entire body stops functioning. Minho’s lips are spreading into a cheshire grin, watching your face go through all the stages of grief, looking one hundred percent pleased with your sudden inability to form words.
“Like I said, I’m the owner.” Minho tells you. “Of Wayward Street, not Jia. Though she’s quite the little sweetheart. I could just take her home with me.” The significance of his words settles on you with horrible weight, and your mouth falls open.
“Right, right, yes, this is Minho, he’s the boss. Hyung, this is our new prospective worker. She’s already done half of the rooms by herself, and I gotta be honest, she just took the routine and ran with it. She’s got it down.” That means a lot coming from him, especially now that you know his first day had been an utter disaster.
“Is that so?” Minho’s humored eyes haven’t left yours. “Does she maybe want to let Jia eat her breakfast and come back to the main room now?”
You scramble to grab up your cleaning supplies, leaving the kitty with one final scratch between the ears, and follow the men back to the desk. Minho sits before the computer, glancing at the empty email inbox, and sets his own coffee down next to your cup. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come in at 6 this morning, San, I had a task to do. Looks like the rooms are already done?”
San nods proudly. “All done. I just finished dishes and I was about to fold the clean laundry. Other than the floors, we’re pretty much good to go.”
Minho glances to the schedule. “Any appointments this morning?”
“Dakho and Hei are going home at eight, Ppang goes home at ten, and we get Mihi into room 4 at nine thirty.” San rehearses easily. “I’ve got Dakho and Hei ready to go, and I just need to prep Mihi’s room.”
Minho glances between you and San, San who is eager to get through the rest of his tasks, and you who is both too mortified and too frustrated to meet his eyes. “Alright, teach the newbie how to get Ppang ready to go, and show her how to reset room 4 for the new one. Then have her greet clients with you.” His eyes settle on you. “You can stand there and listen, just let him do it and pay attention.”
You nod quietly. “Will do.”
“Alright. You two get to work and let me know if you need anything. I’ll be reaching out to upcoming reservations so just give me a yell.” Minho meets San’s gaze, ensures that he’s been heard, and then shoots you another sideways glance. That same wicked smirk plays at the edges of his lips as you turn to follow San to Ppang’s room, your shoulders hunched almost painfully.
So much for your fresh beginning.
So much for your new start.
So much for Minho being an isolated incident—or even two isolated incidents.
You spend the rest of the morning shift doing exactly as you’re told, expertly finagling Ppang into his kitty carrier—a skill you acquired at the vet’s office and impressed San with when you completed the task with a few soft words and firm hands and got away without a single even attempted scratch. He chit chats companionably as you clean the room and start a load of laundry with the old blankets and beds that Ppang had used, washing the dishes and sanitizing the entire room from floor to ceiling.
Minho’s eyes can be felt on you as you move back and forth from the sink and the supply closet to Ppang’s room, hurrying to do San’s bidding, careful not to disturb any of the other cats with any clanging noises or anxious energy. The two of you handle both of the kitty pick-up appointments and Mihi’s intake, settling her into a freshly prepared room and leaving her to hide under her blankets until she feels comfortable enough to come out on her own.
When the shift is finally over, Minho dismisses San for the day and then turns to you with a levelling stare. “While I admit that we have a rather unconventional relationship that we just can’t seem to get away from, I want you to know that your performance is being fairly assessed.”
He’s giving you the courtesy of professionalism (sort of), so you relax into the role of prospective employee and fold your hands in front of you. Even so, you’re not entirely sure that you’re hoping you get the job anymore. While the work is simple and the cats are thoroughly enjoyable to be around, you can’t see yourself reporting to a known criminal every day.
That’s not ethical, right?
Shouldn’t you report him?
“Wayward Street is very important to me.” Minho says solemnly, eyes hooded as he speaks to you in a lazy drawl. “I won’t have some stranger come in and automatically be given trust over my cats without consideration for her existing or non existing ability to properly care for them.” His eyes scan you again. “No matter how intriguing I may find her to be.”
Heat rises in your cheeks and you look away. It bothers you that he’s speaking so frankly, but you’re not decided about your plans for the job yet, so you don’t say a word.
“I’ve arranged for San to take the evening shift off so that I can watch you work more closely. Come back at 3:30 and be prepared to take the reins. I’ll be available for any questions you might have. It’s not a trap, the work is just as straight forward as you’ve seen so far. I want my cats and my people and my company to be cared for. Do you understand?”
You nod soberly. “I understand.”
“If your work tonight satisfies me, I will be happy to offer you the job.” He leans forward in his desk chair, the cunning gleam finally disappearing from his eyes. “I also want you to understand that you can choose not to take it. It will not be offered with some kind of implicit agreement that you are expected to keep silent about my extracurricular activities. If you choose to go to the police, then so be it.”
You’re surprised by the sudden claim of accountability. Perhaps it’s some form of manipulation, that he’s wanting you to shirk away from accusing him while he’s being so kind to you, or that he thinks you’ll take pity on his boarding business and save it from going under if he were to go to jail. Either way, you’re now watching him with guarded interest.
“Additionally, if you choose to take the job and work here, with me, you can consider our previous interactions a wash.” He observes the slight confusion on your face and taps his fingers on the desk. “My behavior towards you to this point, extracurricular activities notwithstanding, would be inappropriate for an employer to express towards a subordinate. I will not be pursuing any kind of dynamic which might make you uncomfortable. Do you understand?”
You feel strangely calmed by this. “I understand.”
He leans back in his chair and slides his eyes back to the computer. “Come back at 3:30. Dress for comfort and utility. This business casual get up you’re wearing now is fine but it’s unnecessary. San prefers to work in a t-shirt and joggers, as the job requires us to be down on the floor quite a lot. You’ll see me in jeans most days. Please represent my company appropriately and choose attire that reflects self-respect, and that will suffice. Do you have any questions?”
He’s not looking at you, not smirking at you, not even treating you like he’s witnessed you bawling your eyes out and being humiliated by your ex boyfriend. “I don’t.”
“You can go, then. I’ll see you this evening.”
You check your watch. It’s only 10am. With hours of 6am to 10am and 4pm to 7pm, you have a good majority of your afternoon to do with as you please. You collect your things from the closet and head out into the bright, sunshiney morning.
When you return for evening shift, you’ve changed your clothes. Minho lets you into the facility with a quick glance at your cotton sweatshirt and breathable pants and gives an approving nod. “Did San show you how to answer emails?”
You nod.
He gestures to the desk. “Go ahead and start there. Ask me if you have any questions.”
You sit at the desk and spend half an hour shooting back emails, updating bookings, making reservations, and filing vaccination records. He watches in silence, occasionally spending time on his phone to give you space. When you finish, he follows you as you begin the rounds. He lingers quietly, doing little tasks like refreshing water and handing you supplies, but he lets you take the lead.
When clients arrive for pick-up and drop-off appointments, he chats with them pleasantly but lets you discuss care instructions and payment info on your own.
At seven o’clock, you’re standing in front of him, hands clasped once again in front of you, surprised to find yourself hoping that he’s pleased with your work. He sits at his desk and pulls a few pages off the printer. “I think the first thing we should talk about is whether or not you want this job.” He says quietly. “I think we’ve assessed each other fairly well today, don’t you?”
He’s right. His constant presence today has been one of steadiness and stability, not at all someone that you were worried to turn your back to or feel nervous questioning. He had been polite, unassuming, helpful, and temperate all day—excluding your brief fiasco with Jia.
“That depends.” You hear yourself say softly.
“On what?” His eyes are gentle, wondering, searching.
“Have you ever killed anyone?”
A light smile plays at his lips. “You’ll trust my answer?”
You will. He can see that on your face.
“I’ve never hurt anyone. I swear on my cats.” The words are delivered with a playful smirk.
You take a deep breath. “I don’t appreciate your extracurricular activities.” He watches your eyes dart around the desk, watches your mouth form the words. “But I do love your business here. I think I demonstrated a fair command of the work today, and if you’re willing to take me on, I would be grateful for the opportunity to be employed here.”
Minho grins at you. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He slides the pages from the printer towards you. All of a sudden you’re signing your contract, setting up your banking information, receiving a door code. He discusses a schedule with you, and the next time you meet his eyes, you have a job.
“Thank you, Minho.” You tell him quietly.
“I’m glad you want the job.” He responds. “I liked the way you handled Jia this morning.”
Your face scrunches in confusion. “The way I handled Jia?” Trying to think back to the moments before he made his presence known and made you assume he was here to take the little black cat home, you struggle to come up with whatever he’s referring to.
“She gets nervous when she knows the pills are coming. You were sweet with her, and she recovered with no hurt feelings. You’re good with them. You’re kind. I want someone like that taking care of my guests.” He leans back in his chair and places his palms flat on the table. “Now, if you’ll walk me out to my car, I’ll let you get home and we can start over again in the morning.”
You balk immediately. Follow him out to his car? What happened to him not trying to make you uncomfortable?
He sees the apprehension in your eyes and he gets to his feet, a chiding expression on his face. “Don’t look so scandalized. You’re safe with me. I just have something of yours in my car.” He scoops up his keys and tosses his jacket over his arm, gesturing for you to follow. “Keep your distance if you must, but it’s really no big deal.”
Resentfully, you follow him to his car.
He digs around in the passenger seat for a minute and then turns back to you, producing a familiar purple case. It’s your iPad. The one you had left at Jake’s house and never gone back to get. You gawk at him, snatching the device from his fingers. “Where did you get this?”
“You don’t want to know.” He’s smirking again.
“You robbed him? Again?”
“Shhh.” His eyebrows lower, glancing around the dark sidewalk. “I’d rather not announce it in front of my place of business.”
“Oh my god.” You can’t help the grin that tugs at your cheeks at the thought of him breaking into your ex’s house and robbing him without a care. “Thank you, Minho.” You shouldn’t be thanking him. You really, really shouldn’t be thanking him. But god, does it feel good to be holding your iPad and knowing that it’s only back in your possession because a smarter man than Jake got it back for you.
Minho struggles to control his own smile, forcing an aloof shrug. “Couldn’t have you coming up with any more excuses to see the assface again.” He shuts the passenger side door and moves away from you, around to the driver’s seat. “Go home. I’ll see you in the morning.”
You walk home with the iPad clutched to your chest, shocked and a little disappointed in yourself that you’re actually excited about how the day turned out, despite everything that’s happened to try to persuade you otherwise.
The next few weeks are spent accompanying San and Minho on their shifts, working under their supervision while they finish training you and getting a solid feel for your ability to manage the dynamic workspace and client concerns. San grows fond of your presence rather quickly, and soon enough you’re often getting lunch together after your morning shift.
Minho maintains a strict air of professionalism with you. He’s gentle, available, and cautious about your space, and it doesn’t take long for you to all but forget about the strange way in which you first met him.
Finally, at long last, you’re given your first independent schedule away from both San and Minho. It’s your first weekend by yourself, and the facility is yours to run and enjoy in solitude. Everything goes peacefully and beautifully well, until Sunday morning, when you step into your last room of the shift, and little Jia doesn’t wake up.
Your heart shatters.
You call San first, weeping over the phone in garbled words that he barely understands, until suddenly he gets the gist. “Calm down, it’s alright. I’ll call hyung, and I’ll be over there in two minutes. It’s alright. It’s not your fault, alright? I’ll deal with it. I’ll come deal with it. Sit down at the desk and wait for me.”
Less than a minute later, the phone rings, and it’s Minho. You answer in a storm of tears and apologies, your heart breaking into a million pieces over the phone. “I’m going to call the client,” He tells you. “I’ll handle it. I’m a little farther away than San is, so wait for him to get there. Just sit tight and wait, okay?”
You can’t stop crying. You can’t stop apologizing.
“Just wait for San. I’ll call the clients.” He hangs up the phone.
San arrives shortly after and finds you slumped over the desk, pouring out your tears into the keyboard, fighting the memory of discovery. He immediately shrugs off his jacket and pulls you into his embrace, letting you fling your arms around him and cry. “She was an old cat. She was old, it’s not your fault.” He holds you tightly, rubbing your back, letting the moments pass slowly. “You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?”
It doesn’t help.
You know you didn’t do anything wrong, but it doesn’t help.
The little bell chimes and quiet footsteps approach the desk, and then San is easing away from you. You lean your weight on the counter and try not to listen to him telling Minho that he’s going to go back there and take care of Jia so you don’t have to. The next thing you know, Minho is kneeling in front of you, tapping your hand lightly with a finger. “Hey. I talked to them.”
You turn your eyes to his and find him tense with anger, and your heart sinks. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Minho, I don’t know what happened.” The clenching of his jaw and the tightening of his fists fills you with guilt. “I’m so sorry.”
“You did nothing wrong. You hear me?” He covers your hand with his. “The client told me that Jia’s been sick. She got a new diagnosis about two months ago, and they chose not to take her in for the treatments. They said they didn’t expect her to last until they got back.”
His words feel like a punch. “They knew she was going to die?”
“They left her to die with us.” He confirms. The outrage on his face makes more sense now, that it’s not directed at you, but rather at the negligent owners who preferred to send their cat away to live the rest of her weeks with strangers and keep their vacation plans. “You did nothing wrong, okay?”
Your head droops, tears rolling down your cheeks, and he tilts your chin up with a finger. “You hear me, jagi?” The words are barely a whisper.
He doesn’t have a chance to apologize or take back the endearment that he promised he wouldn’t use anymore, because you’re blinking at him tearfully. “Can I not be your employee?” You ask brokenly.
He blinks, disappointment flooding his expression.
“Just for a second?” The rest of your sentence breathes past your lips.
Now more confused than anything, Minho’s brow furrows in consternation. “Okay.”
In the next second your arms are around his neck, your face buried in his shoulder, clinging to the comfort of the person who chose to comfort you when he was supposed to be robbing you; searching desperately for the man who protected you from your ex instead of just leaving you where you stood.
Minho returns your embrace without hesitation.
He holds you so tightly that he pulls you out of your chair, falling to your knees on the floor in front of him, trying desperately to close your ears to the sound of San taking care of Jia. “It’s alright.” Minho murmurs. “It’s okay.” But he’s fuming. He’s on fire with rage, mind racing through a dozen plans to access client records and track down their address and make them regret ever doing such a cruel and calloused thing, and leaving you to deal with it.
It takes a few minutes for you to pull yourself together, awkwardly shuffling out of the half-in-his-lap position that you’d fallen into and seating yourself back at the desk. He kneels on the floor and remains quiet as you wipe at your face, sniffling pathetically into your sleeve. “I’m sorry.” You say again. “I’m so very sorry, I know that this weekend was my first time in the hotel by myself, and I know it was supposed to be an exercise of trust and faith and everything went wrong—”
“Jagi.” Minho lifts himself on his knees so that he can better look you in the eye. “Everything didn’t go wrong. Something happened that was out of our hands before you ever got a job here. Don’t put this on yourself.”
Your eyes close painfully. “Minho, you trusted me with your cats and one of them died. Tell me you don’t have even a second of doubt about trusting me.”
“Not a second.” He says immediately. He takes your hand again. “Not even a second.”
“You don’t know me.”
Minho’s gaze traces every inch of your face, slides down the shaking length of your arms, watches your fingers clench into fists on the surface of the desk. “I do now.”
“Here you go, girlie.” San puts your usual coffee order down on the desk in front of you, pulling up a chair to peer at the computer with you. It’s been just over a week since the incident with Jia, and you’ve finally managed to come to work without feeling heart-shattering panic every time you approach any of the kitty rooms. You smile at him, accepting the hot beverage with grateful hands.
“Thanks San, I’ve been jonesing.”
“I can tell, your foot is doing that twitchy thing.” He rubs your shoulder and props one elbow on the desk. “We busy this morning?”
“Looks like five appointments, most of them pick-ups. We’ll have a lot of rooms to clean.”
“I’ll help.” The voice is succeeded by Minho’s sudden appearance around the corner of the half wall, carrying a pink donut box. “We’ll get it knocked out in no time.” There’s a second of shuffling papers and office supplies around so he has a place to set the donut box, and then he comes around behind your chair to peek at the screen.
You fight a shiver as his breath hits the back of your neck.
“Oh, Ara goes home today.” He murmurs, a touch of wistfulness in his voice. “I’m gonna miss her.”
You’ll all miss the tiny Russian Blue who stares at you patiently as you clean her room, and then makes her request with a single, kitten-pitched chirp so that you’ll pick her up and let her snuggle her little head into your throat and purr all your troubles away.
“Have a donut, girlie, he got your favorite.” San picks up an old fashioned cake donut wrapped in a napkin and passes it over to you.
You accept the pastry in silence, feeling Minho’s eyes on the side of your face as you pick crumbs off of it and try to nibble as minutely as you can manage. “Looks like we also have a cat named Bong coming in at eight.”
“Bong’s a sweetheart, he sits on my lap while I do emails.” San says, glancing at you right as you take a small bite and feel your cheek twitch involuntarily. He gives a soft snicker, mouth opening immediately to comment on it, but he never gets the chance.
“Do me a favor and go get started on food prep, would you, San?” Minho requests abruptly.
Glancing at his watch in surprise, San lifts his eyebrows and stands slowly. “Sure thing. Don’t eat all the donuts.” He grabs his coffee and disappears to the front of the facility, leaving you with Minho at the computer.
The boss comes around to sit in the seat that San had vacated. “Can you print the client info for Ara?”
“Of course.” You click around the screen to do as instructed. It’s easy now, navigating the database and booking system, and San regularly complains about how much faster you picked it up than he did. “He wasn’t laughing at me.”
“Sorry?” Minho’s voice is a light hum, but he knows what you’re referring to.
“San. He wasn’t laughing at my face. He knows about the twitch. You’re not the only person I’ve ever eaten in front of.”
“You really know how to make a guy feel special, don’t you?”
You meet his eyes, surprised. “You are special. In an armed mugger kind of way.”
He nudges his knee against yours, jabbing a finger into your ribs at the risk of your voice carrying to San at the front of the room. “Would you shut up?”
“So sorry, boss, I thought you wanted to feel special.”
He frowns, rolling his eyes at you and focusing on the printout you’ve given him. The displeased silence is rolling off of him in waves of tension, striking you with sudden realization.
“Oh my god.” You utter, gaping at him. “You want to feel special.”
He scowls, closing off his expression entirely. “I want to feel like you’re about to get up and do your job.”
The interaction sticks with you for the rest of the shift, tumbling through your thoughts at every turn. No part of it is a surprise or revolutionary in anyway, not after he called you jagiya five minutes after meeting you, or after he basically took you on a sorry-your-boyfriend’s-a-douchebag-but-I-can-do-better date on the night of your birthday, and then he strongly suggested and fully intended for your ex boyfriend to believe that he was your new boyfriend.
No, his attentiveness and interest and softness towards you, while inexplicable, is not a surprise.
What is a surprise, however, is the girlish fluttering happening in your chest at the realization that this man, dubious morals or not, just became flustered in the place of business that he owns because you teased him.
An entire world of possibilities opens up to you.
Possibilities that will come with a very firm, very condition-heavy conversation, but exciting possibilities nonetheless.
Your entire demeanor shifts by the time evening shift rolls around. Punching in your door code, already knowing that San won’t be here since most of the appointments are already done, you shuck your coat and bag into the supply closet. Minho is already here, you can tell by the scent of his laundry detergent and subtle cologne, and for a minute you wonder if he ever left after the morning shift.
He’s in the back with two white kittens named Choco and Nabi, sitting cross-legged in the floor and letting them scamper all over him with frenzied energy.
“Look how cute.” You ease yourself down to the floor next to him, wiggling your finger at Nabi and smiling as she immediately engages in a series of pounces.
“Good evening,” Minho greets flatly, once again maintaining his detached mannerisms.
Your shoulder brushes his as you lean forward to play with the kittens, and you feel him immediately move away from you.
“You can go ahead and get started on rooms whenever you’re ready.” He says, and moves to get up.
“Oh, sure, but, Minho?”
When he turns around, he finds you looking up at him, hand extended for him to help you to your feet as well.
“What?”
“Help me up?” You smile at him, eyes wide and innocent.
He frowns at you, begrudgingly stabbing his hand out to hoist you upright. “Let’s get our work done quickly, I have some things to do tonight.”
“More people to rob?” You chirp cheerfully, like you’re asking him if he’s going to run to the grocery store.
Minho’s expression flattens into severely unimpressed. “Are you never going to let that go?”
“Are you never going to stop mugging people as a hobby?” You grab the broom, dustpan, and trash can, and move into the first room to begin cleaning.
“My personal hobbies are none of your business.”
“They became my business when you held me up on my birthday.”
“I didn’t know it was your birthday.” He steps into the room, leaving a bowl of food for Eun, a big brown tomcat who immediately bumbles over to bury his face in the dish. “And I didn’t mug you.”
“You did, too.” You fire back, sifting the litter box.
“I stole the assface’s company credit card, bought gift cards, and used them to buy kitty litter and latex gloves and cat food. Fucking sue me.” Minho takes the water dish and dumps it, filling it fresh from the tap.
“No, you robbed me, too.” You flash him a sweet smile as you move from Eun’s room to the next one, saying hi to Bobae as she stretches and comes out from her covered bed.
Minho’s face appears in the door window, frowning with confusion. “I’ve never taken anything from you.”
You fake a gasp, pressing one hand to your chest like you’ve been emotionally injured. “You stole the very thoughtful and expensive gift that my loving boyfriend gave me for my birthday.”
There’s a second of recollection before Minho rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Fine, you can have it back.”
You immediately hold out your hand expectantly.
He just gestures to the supply closet. “It’s in there. We use it to clean the litter boxes.”
Your mouth falls open, shocked laughter bursting from your lips. “Oh my god, you’re so bitter.” You turn back to Bobae, kneeling down to run your hands over her white coat. “He’s so bitter, Bobae, baby.” She blinks one blue eye and one green eye up at you. “I think he’s jealous of the assface.” Bobae purrs loudly, bumping your hand with her freckled nose.
“I am not jealous of the assface.” Minho’s voice comes from the front of the room, and then he’s grumpily bringing a bowl of Churu for Bobae. “Here you go, sweetheart, don’t listen to the bad lady.” He scratches her between the ears, shoots you a surly look, and leaves with the water bowl.
“I think he is jealous.” You continue, shaking out the blankets. “Big bad Minho couldn’t even point a gun at me without feeling bad about it, Bobo.”
“Stop lying to my guests.”
Your voice lowers into a sweet croon. “He bought me cake and coffee, and called me cute names, and he told me I deserved better than the sucky boyfriend who forgot I existed.” You pause in sweeping to scratch Bobae’s back. “I think he’s secretly a softie, Bobo.”
“Are you done being delusional?”
“And right when I thought I was never going to see this insane psychopath again, Bobo, you’ll never guess what happened. Guess what happened? That’s right, he found me in trouble again, and jumped in to rescue me again. Does that sound like a big bad man to you, Bobo? I don’t think so.” You get on your hands and knees to run a sterile wipe over the floor, keeping Bobae up on her shelf while it dries.
“Do you mind not feeding your lies to my innocent cats?” Minho glares at you as you exit Bobae’s room and step into Kyong’s. Past the lowered brows and clenched jaw, you can see a flush of heat tingeing his ears a delightful pink.
The big orange cat immediately jumps off his shelf to greet you, no longer hissing his empty threats as he winds around your legs and demands affection. “You would probably understand him better than anyone, wouldn’t you Kyong? Why would a big bad mugger have mercy on me and choose to keep helping?”
“Maybe because he’s used to pathetic charity cases and can’t help himself.”
You start the cleaning process on Kyong’s room. “Why do you think he insisted so strongly that I get rid of my ex boyfriend? Huh, Kyongie? Do you think he likes me? Do you think maybe the big bad mugger Minho likes me just a little, teensy, weensy bit?”
He’s had enough of your ribbing, all delivered in a condescending baby voice for the sake of your adoring kitty guests. Minho opens Kyong’s door, drops off a bowl of food, and stands there, glaring at you. “Are you done making a spectacle of your boss, or are you going to keep talking your way out of a paycheck?” His ears are bright, flaming red.
You turn your back on him, shrugging innocently. “I’m just wondering when my big bad boss is going to go back to being the guy with his arm around my waist who called me jagi like he couldn’t remember my name.”
Utter silence follows in the wake of the bravest thing you’ve ever said to another human being—who carries a gun.
You’re too scared to let the silence fester. “What do you think, Kyongie, do you think he doesn’t like me anymore? Did I put my big fat foot in my big fat mouth? Wasn’t that silly of me? Yeah, I think it was—woah!” You’re halfway through bending down to scoop Kyong up off the floor and set him on his shelf when a pair of hot hands land on your hips, yanking you backwards away from the big orange cat.
The hands slide to your waist, spinning you around, and then you’re pressed into the chest of your boss, who is both entirely fed up with your patronizing crooning and just barely containing his evident excitement at the words that you’re saying to the cat instead of him. “Say that again.” It’s almost a whisper, breath tickling over your cheekbones, arms circling your waist like he doesn’t actually need you to say whatever you’re supposed to be repeating.
“Say what?” You can’t speak, you can’t breathe, you can’t feel anything but the hard lines of his body pressed against the soft ones of yours, and the frantic slamming of your heart.
“The part you didn’t say. The part you implied. The part that makes me think that this is exactly what you wanted to happen.” His eyes are darting back and forth between yours, hooded and piercing as they search for the words you haven’t had the guts to say directly.
“I think you like me, Minho.” Somehow you manage to peel off your latex gloves without ruining the moment, resting your clean, bare hands against his chest and breathing in the scent of him, feeling the hammering of his heart against your chest. “I think you like me, and I wish you would stop trying to make me comfortable and just say it.”
His arms tighten around your waist. “And if I say it?”
“You can’t mug people anymore.”
“What about really, really bad people?”
“You can’t be mugging anyone.”
“What if the person is the assface and he definitely deserves it?”
“Maybe I make an exception for the assface.”
“And if I stop mugging people?”
“I’m serious, Minho, I’m not going to jail for aiding and abetting or harboring or whatever crime I automatically commit by doing this.”
“Tell me what you’re doing.” His hips are pressed into yours, his face so close to yours that you’re breathing the same air, and you’ve only got a few more seconds of strangled focus before he completely breaks.
“I’m really, really hoping that the guy I like won’t make me kiss an active criminal.”
You can feel when his heart starts thudding infinitely faster. “No more mugging.” He breathes.
“Just like that?”
“Nothing bad will ever happen to you because of me, jagi. Just like that.”
This is nothing like how you thought this would turn out. You thought you would test the waters, see if your assumptions were correct, spend a little time teasing him and see if you could get a reaction. You never thought you’d lay him bare to a bunch of cats and wait for him to shut you up. You never thought you’d be crushed to his chest, breathing him in, watching his molten eyes burn into yours.
“Are you going to keep distracting me from Kyong or are you gonna do something?”
He kisses you. Hard and feverish, tugging you impossibly closer, his hands gripping your waist like you’re about to slip right through his fingers. Your hips feel like they’re going to give, your knees pressing together to keep you up. This is everything you never thought it could be.
Your hands go around his neck, letting him drag you up against his chest. His mouth presses and sucks and moves against yours, closing around your bottom lip, pushing at your top lip, and when he pauses to see just how badly you regret teasing him, you chase him.
He’s walking back, hitting the wall, fingers kneading at your hips, uttering a low groan as your teeth scrape his lower lip.
“I hope you don’t treat all of your employees like this,” You gasp when you break for air, your body leaned against his and his hands holding you securely by the waist.
He smirks that cunning, catlike smirk at you. “San doesn’t usually pressure me to kiss him this much.”
You scoff, smacking a hand against his chest, only to bite your tongue as he ducks in for another kiss, stealing your breath away. “Just let me do one more job.” He whispers against your mouth.
Your brain physically blinks. “No, Minho.”
His nose pushes at your cheek, lips littering kisses across your jaw. “Please. I promise they’re really sucky people.”
“No, Minho.”
“I’ll bring you back something pretty.” His lips latch to your throat, tongue tickling your skin as you beat lightly at his chest in protest.
“No, Minho!”
“What if they’re really, really sucky people?” He’s making his way down your throat, back up your throat, across your jaw. “What if it’s something really, really pretty?” His lips seal over yours again. You melt into his touch, wishing it didn’t absolutely reduce your brain to mush to be kissed and held by this relentless deviant, but you are completely enchanted by the heat of his touch.
“No more mugging.”
“God,” He kisses you again. “Fine. No more mugging.”
“Are you going to let me finish Kyong’s room?”
“Kyong can wait five more minutes. I’m not done with you yet.”
< part 1
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fgumi · 4 months ago
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⋆。𖦹° ⚽ ⋆。𖦹° 1-800-room(m)ate
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⋆。𖦹° ⚽ synopsis:  after your friend left you for study abroad, you find yourself scrambling for a new roommate. jake, a premier league prospect, needs a new place asap after finding his girlfriend cheating on him in their bed. what happens when jake comments on your tweet and causes it to become a hit tweet? do you accept his application?
⋆。𖦹° ⚽ pairing: jake sim x f!reader ⋆。𖦹° ⚽ genre(s): smau, slice of life, romance ⋆。𖦹° ⚽ status: conceptualizing ⋆。𖦹° ⚽ a/n: writing this for my girl who has left me for a man... except i don't think she knows this is for her. i am still in the planning phase and have no idea when this will begin, but feel free to anticipate! let me know if you don't want to be tagged! ⋆。𖦹° ⚽ taglist: open! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა comment or fill out this form to be added! ⋆。𖦹° ⚽ current tags (45/50): @en-dream @heeheesang @httpenhoon @r1kification @seungheartyou @bamguetismee @jnysaln ⋆。𖦹° ⚽. to check if you've been added to the taglist, click here and scroll down!
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〘 chapters tba 〙
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disclaimer: this, in no way, reflects the idols. this is purely fiction. ✧ comments and reblogs are appreciated! ✧ give my other works a read too
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trinlovessoobin · 4 months ago
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{wonwoo x fem! y/n}
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quick description: friends to lovers. you and wonwoo both get accepted into the same collage. you both have been friends for a long time and decide to room together for collage after wonwoo gets a girlfriend he starts ignoring you, but why?
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[warning of content] smut, jerking off, self pleasure, drinking, oral sex, unprotected sex, pet names (baby, princess) profanity, creampie.
College dorms were a topic you didn’t want to talk about. You hated the idea of them having to share a room with a stranger?? When you got accepted into your dream college there was no way you could afford to rent a place without facing the same problem….strangers, that was until your best friend Wonwoo got accepted too. You and him have been friends since middle school he was the quiet lid and you were a nerd but you saw his Pokémon backpack and immediately knew you needed to be his friend. You both decided to take a gap year before going to college, you didn’t have financial help from your parents so you worked hard.
After jumping up and down with excitement when he told you he had been accepted too the idea sparked that maybe you won’t have to live with a stranger he wasn’t too sure about the idea since he was unemployed but that could change! And you knew his social anxiety was bad, almost worse than yours.
“A one-bedroom apartment would be the cheapest, one of us could take the bedroom and we can turn the living room into a bedroom and if we both get jobs within walking distance of the university we could take the bus to school and walk to work I believe that this is a perfectly thought out plan that would work in both of our favors. Wonwoo please please please”
Wonwoo was very smart like smart so he did the math on if this would work and we wouldn’t drown in debt lucky for you it would be cutting it close with groceries and extra spending money but it can work. You held in your pure excitement and whipped out your laptop to look at apartments.
“hey y/n. This one looks like what you were looking for except better it has a loft and a bedroom so we would still have a living room the loft goes above the kitchen, and the kitchen looks pretty nice too, not that you would be cooking since you’re terrible at it”
You punch him in the arm and take the laptop to look at the price.
“Hey, this is lower than our max price too!! Did you look at the surrounding shops or any place that would hire college students?”
Wonwoo takes back the laptop and adjusts his glasses while looking on Google Maps at the surrounding buildings.
“There are a few restaurants a tea shop and what looks like a coffee and bake shop”
“Bro they’re gonna so want me with my espresso experience, maybe they’ll hire you too! but I don’t know if I want to live and work with you that might be too much for me I might O.D from too much Wonwoo y-know?”
He gives you a side eye that sends a chill down your spine
“or we could work together because I could never get enough of you”
You give him a sarcastic smile.
“anyways… we should start saving now you have the money from your parents and I’ve been saving from work lets send an application for the apartment”
You both send in a few more applications for other places as well a month goes by you receive emails for the confirmation of tours Wonwoo goes to half while you go to the others in the end you both fall in love with the first apartment you look at the one with the loft and a bedroom it was so cheap and perfect up in the loft there was a whole wall of outlets so Wonwoo takes the loft for his gaming set up (thank god because you wanted your full privacy the loft was cute but the open walls made it feel too out in the open)
Time flew by and just like that you both were moving in together, you were a little nervous since you hear horror stories about friendships being ruined while moving in together where the two end up hating each other from seeing them so much but you had a feeling that wouldn’t happen Wonwoo and you both liked your alone time with the two separate rooms and getting jobs at separate places things seemed to be looking perfect you worked at the cafe and Wonwoo is working as a waiter for a nicer restaurant he has to take the bus but it pays well so it’s worth the journey.
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“Wonwoo please can we host a housewarming party it doesn’t even have to be a lot of people just my close friends and your close friends more of a get-together than a party. I KNOW that Jeonghan has been dying to see this place since we moved in and since we’re all unpacked and-“
Wonwoo cuts you off.
“forget it y/n you know how I hate social gatherings. Jeonghan can come over eventually, we don’t need a bunch of people in our apartment to trash the place and make our neighbors hate us right away”
You cross your arms and pout, but after seeing that stern look on your arms pull your victim card.
“I was going to invite my girls anyway because I miss them. I was offering the party so you would have your friends too. I was just trying to be nice so you wouldn’t feel awkward I know you don’t talk to them. But when they come over we can just be in my room and not disturb you it’s okay”
Wonwoo huffs and pinches his nose bridge.
“fine”
You start jittering with excitement.
“thank you thank you thank you. I’m gonna text the girls.”
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The morning of the party you and Wonwoo went to the store you get alcohol he turned 21 a few months ago and you were turning 21 soon but you weren’t there yet so he had to go in alone but you gave him a list.
1. 2x bottles of pink Whitney
2. 3x packs of mikes hard lemonade
3. 1x bottle of Smirnoff vodka (raspberry)
While he was getting the alcohol you went to the grocery store for snacks and cups.
When everyone was there you and Wonwoo gave them a very professional tour it was very short since the apartment is very small. But made things easier for you two. You all start playing drinking games when you hear a knock on the door, you open it to see DK one of Wonwoo’s friends he is late but he is also holding two bags full of Chinese take-out.
“dk you are an angel sent from heaven”
“sorry for being late, thought I’d bring some food”
He said with a big smile while walking in.
After lots of eating and lots of drinking DK and Jeonghan went home, Mingyu stayed over, they played video games up in his loft and you and your friends all went to your room. Soyeon and Yuqi get comfortable on the floor while you and Yeji decide to share your bed it was a queen so there was more than enough room.
“hey y/n”
You hear Yuqi say from the floor.
“what’s up?”
“don’t you think it’s a little weird moving in with a boy? I mean I know you guys are just friends but at the end of the day you are a straight single woman and he’s a straight single man who knows when animal instincts kick in” They all start giggling at her comment.
“oh my god I can’t even think about doing something like that with him, I've known him for so long his this gamer nerd and I'm positive he sees me as a geek”
You turn over so your back faces them giving off the ‘im done with this conversation’ energy but Yeji had a comment.
“yeah except you’re both hot now”
“Yeji oh my god you did not just call Wonwoo hot”
“he is though!? Girl are you blind???”
“I’m going to bed goodnight, no more of this stupid talk”
The next morning all the girls went home super early you slept in a little but woke up to the smell of food, your nose followed you to the kitchen and found two tall tan beefy shirtless men in your kitchen cooking.
“what the fuck?”
They turn around and it’s Mingyu and Wonwoo, you knew Mingyu was buff because he’s constantly showing it off with his muscle tee’s and tank tops but you swear Wonwoo lives in hoodies and crewnecks it’s like they’re attached to him.
“oh good morning y/n”
Mingyu says with a smile. Wonwoo looks a little shocked to see you like he knows you’ve never seen him like this, like he’s been hiding he even gets a little flustered looking away and back to the food, Mingyu walks over to you.
“sleep well? We’re making breakfast do you want some?”
“oh um yeah I slept good and breakfast sounds great, thank you”
Mingyu was standing very close to you but you never felt intimidated by him his eyes are just so soft and it’s like there’s an imaginary tail wagging behind him at all times.
You went and sat on the couch and saw Wonwoo walk up to his loft and come back down fully clothed he was embarrassed you couldn’t help but wonder why he would be though like if you have a body like that show it off!! When Mingyu brought you over breakfast you paused him from leaving.
“hey wait, do you and Wonwoo go to the gym together or something? Because how come I had no idea he was built? I did notice that when I punch his arm when he's pissing me off it does hurt my fist but I didn’t think anything of it”
“oh yeah! We go all the time. He didn’t tell you?”
“no…. he didn’t. This whole time I thought he was a bit chubby. Like not in a bad way in a cute way but not in a cute way like like him yk but kind of endearing I guess?? That’s not the point he’s always wearing those oversized hoodies and sweats how was I supposed to know?? He was a chubby kid too”
Mingyu suppresses his laughter and walks back to the kitchen.
You can’t help but still stare at Wonwoo, for so long you had no idea he had been going to the gym, his back was so perfectly sculpted and when he turned around his abs were so defined, it was just so shocking.
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When school started you and Wonwoo barely saw each other, you’re classes started early and he went late and on the weekends you both worked, sometimes you would see each other in passing but it was always just a small “hey” or “how are you” never an actual conversation. You were just about to leave for work when Wonwoo came down from his loft, you didn’t even know he was home.
“hey Wonwoo, we should go get dinner i haven’t been able to talk to you in so long, like I live with you, I go to school with you, but I never see you. I miss you”
“oh. yeah, I can look at my schedule probably not till next week I have a date for my one day off this week”
“a date? You have a date!!?”
“is it that surprising y/n?”
“n-no of course not I mean-, I’m just hurt you didn’t tell me sooner”
“well I’m telling you now”
“I guess, just text me when you have a day we’ll figure it out”
It makes sense that Wonwoo has a date he’s sweet, respectful, and surprisingly built. I don’t know why I'm upset about this date that he has. You dated a guy in high school for a while maybe it’s because he’s never dated anyone or maybe he has and just didn���t tell you would have even told me if it wasn’t for today?? “fuck why am I so upset.”
You and Wonwoo never ended up having that dinner, your schedules never aligned and he ended up going on more dates with that girl he even asked you to spend the night at a friend's so he could bring her home!? if you weren’t pissed about this before you’re pissed now. When you came home she was still over.
“oh sorry, I thought you’d be gone by now, I’m y/n”
She was pretty. You take your time examining her, she is shorter than you, slimmer too.
“oh my god, Wonwoo told me about you! You’re so pretty and tall. I would hug you but sorry I'm a little sweaty right now”
You stare at her in shock, why is she sweaty!? Wonwoo walks in wearing a muscle tee and sweats.
“oh hey y/n we just got back from the gym”
Oh, thank god. Wait they’re close enough to be going to the gym together? You and Wonwoo never go to the gym together.
Another month went by without seeing Wonwoo he was completely occupied with her. until he out of nowhere Wonwoo started staying home doing nothing but eat sleep and games, your winter break was coming up and you hadn’t talked about going home in fact you still haven’t talked at all even though he’s home all the time now.
It was a Saturday night both of you were off work it was fairly late and you were pacing your room “I’m tired of his silent treatment I'm gonna go talk to him” You storm out of your room and climb up to the loft, there he was in his gaming chair like always.
“Wonwoo”
He doesn’t answer.
“Wonwoo!!”
Still, no answer so you walk over to him and tap him on the shoulder he jumps a little under your touch, so he doesn’t hear you…he takes off his headphones and pauses his game.
“what’s up y/n?”
He looks up at you completely blank-minded.
“Are you serious right now”
“huh?”
“Wonwoo what is wrong with you, we live together, we go to school together, but I haven’t seen you in months did something happen and where did your girlfriend go i mean you were with her all the time so that was a good excuse for not seeing me but now there’s no excuse you’re just avoiding me”
You feel like you are about to cry his emotionless face while you’re expressing your feelings to him and all he does is just look at you.
“well say something Wonwoo don’t just stare at me”
He stands up out of his chair and moves over to his bed and takes a deep breath,
“I’m sorry y/n”
The apology was unexpected.
“the girl I was seeing…… she uh cheated on me so that’s why she’s not around anymore”
He puts his head down like he cannot look you in the eyes while saying this, you cannot believe she cheated on him.
“Wonwoo-“
He cuts you off.
“Please don’t feel bad, please. That’s why I didn’t say anything, I feel like it was my fault like I didn’t give her enough I didn’t satisfy her”
You crouch done onto your knees in front of him so you can look him in the eyes.
“Wonwoo don’t say that you’re so much better than any man I’ve ever met you’re kind, respectful, loyal, and fuck you are hot okay. So don’t you ever doubt yourself because any girl you’re with is lucky to have you she just doesn’t see that”
He looks at you his, eyes glossy. You place your hand on his cheek
“you’re wrong,” he says a tear streaming down his cheek.
“What?”
“you’re wrong, I wasn’t giving her my all when my mind was on another girl”
You take your hands off of his face taken back.
“oh” is all you manage to say.
“fuck, y/n I can explain”
“it’s fine you don’t need to you have your feelings I mean she still cheated on you that’s her fault, she could have talked to you about her emotions instead of going out and fucking some guy… so um who’s the girl who owns your heart.”
Wonwoo holds his breath you can tell he’s thinking hard and thinking for a while.
“I- it’s unimportant”
“Wonwoo you need to talk to me more you keep pushing me away. We’ve been friends forever i know you’re not the most comfortable all the time with me but you’ve always been able to tell me if something’s wrong, that’s why I’m here”
Wonwoo stands up off the bed.
“I can’t tell you this”
He tries to walk away but you grab ahold of his leg and wrap your arms and legs around his leg to hold him in place
“NO!!”
“y/n what are you doing”
“I’m not going to let you ignore me anymore i can’t we haven’t talked in months i won’t let you get away from me I won't let you shut me out again”
“This isn’t about that I'm not shutting you out i just can’t tell you this”
Wonwoo tries to get away from you grunting and struggling and dragging you while you still latched onto his leg. he try’s to take your hands off of his leg but he trips and falls over you, you lay beneath him his hands on opposite sides of you, you notice how flustered he gets and heavy his breath is you look at him in the eyes looking back and forth between each eye you two are so close you’ve never been this close to him you can see each line on his skin. You wrap your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist clinging to him like a monkey.
“you’re insane what are you doing?”
“I’m not letting go till you tell me.
“fuck.”
“why is it so hard for you to open up” your voice is muffled since your face is pushed into his arm from clinging to him.
“I’ll tell you if you let go I can’t think the way you latched onto me”
“promise you won’t run away”
“Promise”
You let go and you’re beneath him again so you move out from under him and lean against the bed and he sits on the floor cris-crossed.
“so who is she? Is it someone I know? Is that why it’s so hard I promise I won't tell”
“y/n you’re so stupid”
“well that’s rude”
He bites his bottom lip and just stares at you.
“y/n… I like you, now please don’t say anything that you don’t mean because I’m only telling you since you’re relentless for an answer I couldn’t lie, I know you don’t feel the same way and our friendship means so much to me truly”
You were shocked, this was the last thing you thought he was gonna say, but you were confused you’d never thought about him like that but every time he was with that girl you were jealous and it made you think. He is an amazing person and he is everything you look for in a man… so why not him?
“okay but at least say something because now I’m nervous”
“I don’t know what to say Wonwoo. I love you I do, I've just never thought about being anything more than friends, it’s so cliché girls and guys can’t be friends i was always so focused on beating the stereotypes. But when you were with her I admit I was jealous. She got to see you in ways I’ve never seen you, she was taking you from me. But again that could be only platonic for me. I’m a little confused right now I need to think okay?”
You stand up and he stands up too, you give him a small hug then walk away. You go to your room to think. You stay up super late just thinking and thinking and thinking. And think some more you try and picture yourself with him what would it be like? Going on dates, holding hands, kissing… your face gets flushed just thinking about him in that way. You think about doing more things with him what it would feel like to have your bodies together warm and sweaty in dark rooms, how he would touch you how his large frame would tower over you. Turns you on just thinking about him like that. You lock your door and crawl into bed pulling down your pj shorts and underwear circling your clit, you were so wet just thinking about him you place two of your fingers into yourself imagining him hey we’re Wonwoos imagining his large dominant hands you let out a moan without even realizing. If just thinking about him got you off this much you were sure you liked him more than just a friend. You needed him.
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It was the last week of school before winter break and so you were both cramming for exams you didn’t see each other till Friday night. He was in the kitchen making ramen when you got home he noticed you and smiled.
“want some?”
“yeah that would be great I’m starving”
You both eat in silence the only noise being the clinking of the chopsticks against the bowels. Till you clear your throat when you are finished.
“so, how were your finals?”
Wonwoo says breaking the silence.
“stressful but I think I did well”
“that’s good i think I did okay, so um we never talked about the break do we want to go home?”
“I was going to go down the 23rd wait a bit, what were you thinking?”
It was strange being able to talk to him so normally after your last talk together you wanted to tell him so bad how you felt but you were scared what if the relationship doesn’t last will you be able to go back to how it used to be? You’re more than just friends now you live together. A breakup could ruin everything.
“y/n. you look lost in thought you didn’t answer my question”
“oh! Right, I was planning on going down the 21st, are you finished with your bowl?”
“yeah I'm done”
You take your bowl and his and walk over to the sink to wash them the room grows awkward the sense of waiting is present you can tell he is waiting for your answer. You finished washing the bowls and put them to the side, let out a small sign and turned around to face him.
“Wonwoo.”
“hmm?”
“I didn’t have to think too hard about my feelings for you, they were clear that I like you, you’re everything I’ve ever looked for in a man and more you’ve always been by my side but my only worry is this, how close we are right now. You’re my best friend, we’ve gone through so much together and I would never want to ruin what we have. We live together for fuck sake.”
All he does is grin and walk over to you.
“you like me?”
“didn’t you hear the rest of what I said this is something we need to seriously think about”
He walks closer to you and puts his hands on your waist.
“I’ve thought about it. Many times, all the time”
He slowly walks you to the back of the counter hands still on your waist. You’re heart is pounding his eyes are stern not his usual soft doe eyes they’re cat-like and focused you’ve never seen him like this, it was so hot.
“Wonwoo,” you say in a soft voice you don’t even know why you said his name maybe you weren’t sure if this was real or not.
“yeah?”
You don’t respond you can feel him getting close to you trapping your body beneath him one of his hands move from your waist onto the counter him peering down at you was so intimidating yet you felt safe.
“I want you to say it again but with more meaning, tell me how you feel”
Wonwoo was so close you could feel his breath as he spoke.
“I- Wonwoo I like you a lot”
“yeah?” he says with a smile then leaning in and kissing you softly and pulling away leaving you wanting more.
“you know, the night after our talk I heard this noise it was a little loud I wasn’t sure what it was though so I climbed down my loft and saw you were in your room when I heard the noise again”
His hand moves to the side of your neck grazing your chin with his thumb.
“do you want to tell me what you were doing or who you were thinking about while doing it?”
You bite your lip and look up at him and look away flushed feeling embarrassed.
“aw don’t be embarrassed baby I’m just sad I couldn’t help you. All you could do was think about me when I was just outside your room”
He leans in and whispers.
“your moans are so pretty, I bet they’re prettier when I’m fucking you for real though”
His voice was so deep and smooth it’s never like this it sounded like it was just melting. All you could do was stare at him and listen to him.
“cat caught your tongue?”
He goes into another kiss this time more passionate and possessive his hand still on your waist and the other on your neck his tongue meets your lips asking for permission to enter, and you give it to him. Your tongues intertwining with each other both getting desperate he pulls away and you whine at the sudden stop of contact. he only stops to take off his glasses and put them on the counter beside you then lifts you onto the counter grabbing ahold of your thigh and squeezing while going back into the kiss. You place your hand beneath his shirt and a groan from the back of his throat reacts to your touch. He moves your legs to either side of him so now he’s fully pressed up against you. You tug on his shirt wanting him to take it off, he pulls away again and takes off his shirt. When going back into the kiss he goes to your neck this time leaving soft wet kisses down your neck then takes off your sleep shirt, since it was your sleep shirt you didn’t have a bra on underneath. Wonwoo places his hand on your breast and softly brushes his thumb over your hard sensitive nipple, you moan quietly from his touch.
“so sensitive and we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet”
Both his hands are now on your thighs he strokes them up and down while what looks like he’s thinking.
“my bed? Or your bed?”
You’re still a little out of breath and you think for a moment.
“my bed is closer”
Wonwoo smiles picks you up off the counter and throws you over his shoulder as if you weigh nothing and walks into your bedroom gets onto your bed them places you down. You start to take off your shorts when he stops you.
“patience”
Is all he says before leaning down on top of you and kissing you again, your fingers slide into his hair slightly pulling each time he pinches your nipple. he leaves a kiss trail down your neck onto your stomach and the waistband of your shorts. he pulls them off and spreads your legs you suddenly feel very bare. He kisses your folds then slides his index and middle finger into you, a gasp leaves your lips while he slowly pumping them in and out.
“is this what I was doing when you were touching yourself thinking about me?”
“it’s better-“ is all you managed to get out before he picks up his pace fucking you with his fingers.
You notice the bulge in his pants while it slightly rubs against your leg while he continues to do wonders with his fingers, he slightly curls them hitting your G spot and causing you to moan orgasm
“Wonwoo, take off your pants. I want to feel your dick inside me”
He pauses and grins taking his fingers out of you linking them clean and taking off his sweats along with his briefs, it was big and had girth, a drip of pre-cum on his tip, it’s not like you were a virgin you had a boyfriend your last two years of high school but this was different you’ve never wanted it this bad.
He pulls your legs closer to him and teases you, circling his tip around your hole.
“so wet for me princess”
He fully inserts himself into you as before he starts slow, one hand ahold of your leg while the other beside you keeping him up while he towers over you.
“fuck, you feel so good”
He picks up his pace leaning over you burying his face into your neck breathing heavily groaning and curing under his breath every time you pull his hair. he goes even faster thrusting into you, and the sound of moaning, clapping, and bed squeaks filling the room, wonwoo was so desperate for you your body’s were so close they were practically molding together.
“Wonu,” you say in between breaths “I’m close”
“me too princess, where do you want me to cum”
“in me….. I want you to cum in me”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m on the pill, I need you to fill me”
He smiles into your neck and bites down leaving a hickey, thrusting even faster than before a loud moan leaves your mouth as your walls clench around him cumming down his cock, he quickly cums right after you riding out his high fucking the cum right back into you. After pulling out he moves to the side of you, the room is hot and you are both sticky. You both lay on your bed panting.
“you can shower first,” Wonwoo says already standing.
You get up and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before walking out of your bedroom still fully naked and into the bathroom. You could feel his eyes on you until you were completely out of his sight.
The bathroom quickly steams up from the hot water and you hop in and start rinsing off your body, your eyes were closed you didn’t even notice the presence behind you until you felt soapy hands down your back. You jump at first and quickly turn around to face him.
“oh my god Wonwoo you scared me”
After the fear leaves you realize that Wonwoo is in the shower with you Wonwoo is in the shower with you…
“I didn’t mean to scare you, but I wasn’t quite done with you yet. I’ve waited so long for this I’m not waisting a second”
He grabs your chin and pulls you into a kiss this was rougher and more intense he was hungry for you, humming into the kiss, your bodies pressed together and you feel his cock harden and pull away for a moment. Licking your lips you kiss his neck, putting your hands on his hips and walking him to the wall of the shower, you slick your hair back with the water before getting onto your knees in front of him. Kitten licking his tip before pulling your mouth over it you only take a third of him in sucking on his tip and stroking the rest with your hands.
“fuck y/n, you’re so hot”
His comment made you want to please him even more so you take in more of him a little over half bobbing your head slightly sucking, causing him to groan and tilt his head back. So you take even more taking in all of him his tip hits the back of your throat causing you to gag, which causes him to groan even louder and grab your hair.
“Jesus fucking Christ y/n if you keep up with that I’m already gonna cum”
And so you do. Taking his full length down your throat, wonwoo holds the back of your hair slightly for support, his head is now fully tilted back against the shower wall you can tell he’s close so you pick up your pace a little bobbing up and down his cock.
“I’m gonna cum” Wonwoo says basically out of breath.
You go back to the third of it being in your mouth and jerk off his high with your hands while his seed spills into your mouth and down your throat. After taking his cock out of your mouth you stick out your tongue to show him that you swallowed, then you stand up keeping eye contact while licking your lips and the corners of your mouth making sure not to miss a single drop of him. You give him a small smile and go back to washing your body and hair while he’s still slightly leaning against the wall panting. He watches you finish showering and step out blowing him a kiss before leaving the bathroom, Wonwoo then finishes up his shower.
Once he finishes up and is all dressed he finds you lying on your stomach in bed on your phone. He jumps in and lays beside you.
“You changed the sheets”
“I had to…”
Wonwoo leans in and kisses you on the cheek.
“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” Wonwoo says wrapping his arms around you.
“If you turn off the lights I'm too lazy”
Wonwoo quickly jumps up, turns off the lights and snuggles under the covers.
“We should go down the 23rd,” you say getting beneath the covers.
“I fully one hundred percent agree,” Wonwoo says hugging you tightly.
“Goodnight Wonwoo.”
“Goodnight y/n”
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Thank you so much for reading! I really enjoyed writing this and out a lot of time into it so I hope you enjoy 💟
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two for the price of one | joel & tommy miller
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Summary | Tommy has always been the loyal and doting boyfriend, the literal man of your dreams. Ready to take things to the next step, you soon find that Tommy is unable to have children. A family is all you've ever wanted, and neither of you are going to let this get in your way. Enter Joel, dark and mysterious and willing to do anything for his little brother, including fucking his girlfriend to get her pregnant. That's what brothers are for, right?
Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader & Tommy Miller x F!Reader
Warnings | Like, I literally don't even know anymore. Tommy is a cuck in this one, Joel is a dirty talking menace. Pre/No Outbreak AU. Talk of infertility, mention of consuming alcohol, Breeding kink, girlfriend sharing, masterbation (M), oral (F receiving), unprotected PiV sex, creampie, plenty of dirty talk, praise kink.
Word Count | 4.2k
Authors Note | I just want to shoutout the anon who left this request in my inbox. It rotted my brain and now we're here. Special shoutout to the JFC - specifically @sinsofsummers for telling me I could do this and @dinsdjrn and @cavillscurls for their help with some of the dialogue here. This is just filth. Pure unadulterated filth. Enjoy.
That damn piece of paper was haunting you, even from its place deep in the drawer where Tommy had stuffed it when he’d opened it and showed you. Its words telling you what you’d both anticipated but had wanted to prove wrong. Tommy. Infertile. Dashing those hopes of your beautiful babies with thick curls and big, beautiful eyes. He’d taken it hard, like it was an abject failure of his own manhood – the one thing he should be able to do beyond anything else, give you the child you so desperately yearned for, he couldn’t. 
There was a week of tension, where you treaded on eggshells, trying not to bring it up, despite desperately wanting to discuss other options. Then came his acceptance of his emotions, late at night, curled up behind you in bed. It started with a light sniffle, then you could feel his tears drip onto the skin of your shoulders, then the whole-body sobs as he held you, told you he was sorry. You’d turned in his arms, wrapped your arms around his neck and held him, whispering softly that it was okay, that it didn’t matter, that you had options. You could still have a family, just perhaps not in the traditional sense. 
Then came the weeks of appointments. You’d met with an adoption agency first. They’d talked you through the application process, what they expected of you, talked about the type of family you want, but Tommy had been adamantly against it for your first child. He wanted something borne of your blood, of your flesh, even if it wasn’t his that joined it. 
Then there were the medical appointments talk of special drugs Tommy could take, or the possibility of IVF, even a sperm donor. It had started to look like these could be an option until the cost was placed in front of you. There was no way either of you could afford it, not even together, not even if you sold the house for something smaller. You’d reached the end of the line with no answers and the thought that you’d have to resign yourself to being childless. 
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad? You could take all the love you’d wrapped up for a baby and put it somewhere else. You could love your niece Sarah harder, give some of it to the children you worked with each day at the school – you didn’t need to be a mother to feel complete. The longer you sat with it though, the more you felt something missing. The end of the line was frustrating and lonely. That was, until Tommy came up with an alternative. 
It's late on a Thursday evening. You’ve just cleaned up from dinner and you’re lounging on the couch with Tommy’s arms wrapped around you, your head resting on one of his shoulders. 
“Can I ask you somethin’?” He muses above, settling his lips on the crown of your head. 
“Always.” You squeeze the hand you’re resting on his thigh. 
“What if we ask Joel?” 
“To fix the back steps?” You ask, referencing the rotting steps that had needed sorting since winter cleared, “Can’t you just do it yourself?” 
“No sugar,” He clears his throat, “Y’know what, forget I said anythin’.” 
“Tommy,” You grumble, pushing yourself off his shoulder, you rest an arm across the back of the couch where he’s sitting, “You can’t just say that and not elaborate.” 
He’s nervous. You can see the bouncing of his knee, something you’d clocked was a nervous habit on your first date. He’s also running a hand along the back of his neck, exactly what he always does when he’s got to say something difficult. You can also see the start of prickles of sweat on his brow. He’s not just nervous, he’s uncomfortable. You rest a hand on his shoulder, the way he’d taught you to do it when you’d first met, when he was still grappling with the anxiety and PTSD of being a veteran. 
“I’m worried I’m gonna scare you, sugar.” 
You run a hand through his thick head of curls, “Tommy, I’m not going anywhere.” 
“Promise to just hear me out before freaking out, okay?” 
You stick your pinky up, motioning for him to join his own with yours, “Pinky swear, Tommy Miller.” 
 “What if we ask Joel, you know….” He trails off, mouth opening and closing like a fish as he searches for the words he needs, “Fuck, I don’t even know how to say it.” 
“Just take a deep breath and say it all at once.” 
He takes a deep breath in like you instructed, blowing it out through his mouth, “What if we ask Joel to help with gettin’ you pregnant?” 
It takes a minute for what he’s said to properly sink it. Your first train of thought, stupidly, is that Joel is a carpenter, not a doctor, so there’s no possible way he’s qualified to help with this. Then it washes over you all at once. Heat prickling at your cheeks, breath hitching in your throat, you think you might be sick. 
“You want me to sleep with your brother?” You ask, tone coming out far more accusatory than intended, you soften your expression and squeeze his shoulder when you notice how hurt he looks. 
“Well, it certainly ain’t my first option, or the second and third for that matter,” He sighs, “Look, it was stupid, forget I asked.” 
He moves to get up from the couch, but you’re dragging him back down, fingers gripped around his wrist, “It’s not stupid Tommy, but you gotta help me understand how this is an option.” 
He’s looking at you now, big brown eyes with a hint of sadness staring into your own. He cups your cheek in one of his palms, “I know how bad you want this sugar, how much you want a family,” He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “And I’m sorry I can’t give that to you, sorry we can’t afford the fancy drugs that would make this easier,” He sighs deeply, “The only option we have is to do somethin’ like this, and if I’m gonna let another man touch you, I want it to be someone I trust, and he’s the only person I would ever trust with this,” He rubs a hand over his face, “Least I know it might have a chance of lookin’ somethin’ like me too, instead of goddamn Steven from Ohio or whoever they’d use.” 
You feel your gut twist when he speaks. This absolutely batshit crazy idea is actually coming from an incredible place of care. He knows you want a child; lord knows you were trying your hardest together to make it happen before that damn piece of paper had to go and ruin it all. 
“You wouldn’t find it weird, knowing I’d had sex with your brother?” 
“Well, it doesn’t mean anythin’, does it baby?” 
“No, I suppose it doesn’t,” You shrug, it was just a means to an end, “You think he’ll agree?” 
“I don’t know baby,” He answers honestly, wrapping you back into his arms, “I’ll take him out this weekend, ask him and see what he thinks.” 
There’s still something here that doesn’t sit right with you. Sure, it makes sense, and of all the people who you could choose for yourself you’d probably have settled on Joel too. Stoic and sensible Joel, brooding and grumpy Joel. He’d always been kind, had welcomed you into the family with open arms, praised you multiple times for finally keeping his brother on the straight and narrow. He was a good man, loved his little girl with all his heart, would never hurt a hair on your head, but you were still uncomfortable. 
“If he does agree,” You shift nervously on the couch, “I want you to be there.” 
“You don’t trust him?” 
“No, of course I trust him Tommy,” You sigh, “I’d just feel more comfortable if you were there.” 
“Anythin’ for you, sugar.” 
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It’s early on Sunday morning when Tommy rolls into bed, 3am to be exact, smelling of whiskey to tell you he’s finally asked Joel to help you. He slinks onto bed and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing over your neck and down your shoulder to wake you. When you finally grumble and admit you’re very muchawake now, with his hand gripping your hip, he’s speaking in a hushed whisper. 
“He said yes.” 
“He take much convincing?” You ask, shuffling around in his arms so you’re facing him, his face gripped in your palms. 
“He was wary, thought I’d lost my mind for a good few minutes,” Tommy leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips, “Told him it was my idea and you’d thought the same, but he came around, think he knows how much we both want this.” 
A part of you had thought he’d say no. That there was no way that stoic, sensible Joel would ever consider sleeping with his brother’s girlfriend in order to knock her up, but he’d proved himself a man of many surprises before. As Tommy presses kisses to your lips and settles you both to sleep, there’s the bubbling of nerves in your belly, of doubt. Are you really doing the right thing? Is this going to make the dynamic between the three of you awkward as hell? Sure, you’re all grown adults and this is just a means to an end, but there’s still the unknown of what comes after.  
Tommy goes out that morning and brings back a bag, filled with ovulation tests and, perhaps a little prematurely, pregnancy tests. You do one of the ovulation tests that morning and as expected, the screen shows a sad face, gratefully showing you that you still have time to prepare for what you’re going to do. Three days later when you do the test again, there’s a grinning happy face, almost taunting you that it’s time to face the music. You show the test to Tommy, who places a palm on the back of your head, bringing your forehead to his lips. He murmurs that he’ll tell Joel, and that’s how not even twenty-four hours later, it really is time to bite the bullet. 
It's late, Joel having insisted that he needed to make sure Sarah was settled and asleep before he came over. You’re sitting at the foot of the bed, legs dangling aimlessly whilst you wait. You really had no idea how this was going to play out, so you’d dressed yourself in a simple cotton nightdress, silk robe tied around your middle for extra coverage. There was an empty whiskey tumbler on the nightstand. You’d had three, maybe four? Enough to take the edge off, but not too much that you weren’t aware of what was happening. 
You hear the doorbell chime and then Tommy’s heavy footsteps downstairs as he opens the door. You can hear his voice and Joel’s mingling together, but you can’t decipher what either are saying. You probably don’t want too either. What could two brothers’ possibly have to say to each other when one is getting ready to sleep with the others girlfriend? You listen to them talk for a bit before you can hear two sets of feet ascending the stairs. You stand from the bed, wrapping your arms around yourself for another layer of comfort when there’s a knock at the door. 
“Come in!” You call, bouncing nervously from foot to foot. 
The door swings open and Joel is stood there, dressed in his usual attire, dark wash jeans and a black t-shirt, work boots obviously discarded downstairs, Tommy knew you hated people tracking dirt into the house. He takes a moment to take the sight of you in and you think you must look ridiculous, silk robe making way to bare legs – it had seemed like such a good idea at the time, he could just push the material up, do what he needed to do and be gone, but now you wonder if it looks like you’re trying to seduce him. 
“Hey sweetheart,” Joel’s voice is soft and when you look into his eyes, they are too, and it does put you at some ease, “C’mere.” He’s motioning for you to step closer, opening his arms so he can pull you into a hug. 
You’ve hugged Joel hundreds of times before this, in much the same way. One of his arms wrapped around your shoulders, the other squeezing into the middle of your back. It’s usually friendly, meaningless really, but when you take in the press of his broad frame, you can’t help but realise you’re going to know him far more intimately than you’d ever imagined by the end of the night. 
He releases you and you’re semi-aware that Tommy has slunk into the room behind his brother, he’s leaning against the wall as he watches Joel take hold of your hand, guiding you back to sit on the bed where you had been before. God, you think, he’s not wasting his time, he wants this to be over just as much as I do. You look up at his broad frame towering over you, if this was anyone else, you’d be intimidated, but he’s still got that soft look to his brown eyes. He shocks you next, cupping your jaw in his hand and running his calloused thumb over your bottom lip. 
He turns his head to Tommy, “You wanna tell me what she likes?” 
Oh. Oh. You’d expected something much more clinical than this. You’d never imagined he’d work to make sure you enjoyed it. You also turn your head in Tommy’s direction. He’s still leant against the wall, one ankle crossed over the other with his arms crossed. 
“She likes getting her pussy eaten, don’t you baby?” 
Joel is gently coaxing your face back to look at him, staring directly into your eyes, “That right, darlin’?” You look up at him as you nod, mouth open a little in shock, “Wanna make sure you enjoy this,” He’s saying, “Gonna take real good care of you.” 
Then, he’s dropping to his knees at the front of the bed, shifting so your legs are draped over his wide shoulders. Whilst Joel is focused on kissing trails from your knee, slowly up the expanse of your thigh, you look to Tommy, who has moved from the wall to sit in the small chair in the corner of the room that you would usually use to read in. He gives you a nod and a small smile, silently telling you to enjoy yourself. Your turn your attention back to Joel between your legs, who has slowly hitched up the cotton of your nightdress to pool at your hips, exposing your pussy to him. 
You can feel his hot breath skittering across your skin and there’s an anticipation building that you hadn’t expected. You’re moving your hips, almost subconsciously, to chase the relief you know his mouth was about to bring. Joel has his big palms on your hips then, holding you steady before he’s licking up the length of your pussy, tongue dipping ever so gently between your folds to find your clit. You let out a shaky breath that you hadn’t noticed you were even holding in, then Joel is moving again, tongue dipping into the entrance of your pussy, licking all the way up again before he’s laser focused on your clit. 
Your hands instinctively rake through his hair, gripping the strands between your fingers to keep him in place as he uses the tip of his tongue to run tight, wet circles to your bundle of nerves. You’re propping yourself up with a hand on the mattress behind you whilst the other keeps its place locking in Joel’s hair. Then, you’re actually grinding your pussy into his mouth, desperate for more but scared to ask for it. 
“It’s okay baby,” You hear Tommy speak from his place on the chair, “We want you to feel good, don’t be shy about askin’.” 
You look down between your thighs and see Joel looking up at you, mouth still latched to your aching pussy, “Joel,” You groan, “Fingers, please.” 
“So polite, darlin’.” He murmurs against your skin before he’s doing as you asked. 
He’s still showering your clit with attention, the sounds of his literal slurping doing nothing to stop the flush of arousal you’re feeling right now, as he pushes two of his thick fingers inside your slick cunt. You don’t know what you’d expected of Joel in this kind of scenario, perpetually single Joel, who never really seemed interested in anyone. You knew now, as he was curling those fingers inside of you, pressing into the spot that had you crying out and gripping his hair tighter than ever, that it wasn’t because of his abilities that he was single. 
“Fuck, holy shit Joel, I think….” 
“You gonna come for him baby?” You hear Tommy ask from the corner of the room. 
“I think…” You let out a sharp cry, “Don’t stop.” 
And he doesn’t. He keeps thrusting his fingers into your pussy, tongue still running those tight circles over your bud, but now he latches his lips around it and sucks, actually sucks at your clit. You’re lost. Your elbow buckles and you collapse on your back onto the bed, crying out a string of expletives as Joel works you through your high. Pleasure has burst across your skin, finding every single possible nerve ending and setting you on fire, your thighs are gripping his face as you ride out the last of the shuddering aftershocks on his fingers, pussy walls fluttering around them as you try and catch your breath. 
You can feel Joel recoiling from between your thighs. You can hear the sound of him undoing his belt and then it clattering to the floor. You use your weak arms to push yourself up the length of the bed, head settling in the pile of pillows at the top. You turn your face to Tommy and gasp, hunger igniting in your belly at what you see. Somewhere in the middle of Joel shattering your world between your thighs, Tommy has shucked his jeans and underwear down just enough to free his cock. He’s using his fist to work himself in slow strokes at the sight of you. 
You can feel Joel’s body clambering onto the mattress with you, settling between your thighs with his wide hips spreading your legs an obscene amount to accommodate him. He’s taking hold of your jaw in his hand, dragging your attention back to his face, “You’re fuckin’ me tonight pretty girl,” He growls, “Eyes on me.” 
It isn’t a torturous job by any means. Joel is weathered, his skin holding the early sign of wrinkles at his eyes, beard starting to grey, but you can’t deny that he’s handsome. Especially when he’s looking at you with eyes that are begging to devour you. He sits back on his knees, taking hold of the belt that is keeping your robe shut across your body to undo the loose knot you’d tied in it. He’s dragging you up by a wrist just far enough to shuck the material from your shoulders, laying you back down to play with the straps of your nightdress. 
“Can I undress you properly, darlin’?” He asks. 
You gulp. Finally noticing that he’s stripped to just his boxers, outline of his incredibly hard cock visible when you let your eyes drag down that far. 
“Go on baby,” Tommy encourages from across the room, “Let him see how beautiful you are.” 
Your eyes are back to holding court with Joel’s own and you nod. He’s pulling you up by the wrist again, sitting you up so he can drag that final bit of material off your body. You lie back down and watch as his eyes drag over every single inch of your skin. 
“Pretty as a fuckin’ picture.” 
He’s got those wide palms dragging down the curves of your sides, holding you in place to just watch you for a second before he’s hooking his thumbs into his underwear and dragging them down his thighs, freeing his cock. He’s fisting himself a few times before he hooks your knees over his arms and slides himself into your waiting cunt. 
It’s all you can do to let out a high-pitched moan at the intrusion, but fuck he feels good. You look up at his face, eyes closed and breathing deeply as he stills inside you once he’d buried in you to the hilt. 
“So fucking tight, darlin’,” He groans as he pulls himself almost all the way out before starting the long, torturous thrust back inside you, “So fuckin’ perfect, ain’t ya?” 
“Fuck Joel,” You throw your head back into the pillow, “Feel so good inside me.” 
He’s picking up the pace now, thrusting into you in earnest now. The angle he’s got you folded into means his cock in brushing that fucking spot inside you that is driving you crazy, raising goosebumps and setting you on fire, drawing high-pitched whines from your throat whenever he finds it. 
“Touch yourself baby,” You hear Tommy’s throaty request, you don’t dare look at him for fear of the sight of him finishing you off, “Joel’s gonna want you to come on his cock, so show him what a good girl you can be.” 
Joel is already circling your wrist with his hand, dragging your fingers to your pussy as he watches where his cock disappears inside you. Your own movements are sloppy but the slick that Joel’s mouth has dragged from you make the movement of circles on your own engorged and sensitive clit easy. It doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit you, clenching your pussy around Joel’s hard cock which hasn’t let up for a single second since he started pounding into you. 
“She’s so fuckin’ pretty, Tommy,” Joel’s voice is low and husky above you, almost desperately so, “So fuckin’ pretty when she comes like that.” 
“Don’t I know it, brother.” You hear his strangled reply. 
Joel is all of a sudden flipping you on the bed, your legs straddling his hips, palms planted on his chest to steady yourself. 
“Take what you want darlin’,” He’s groaning, “Ride my cock and knock yourself up.” 
You do just that, grinding your hips backwards and forwards on his cock with your fingers digging halfmoon shapes into the meat of his chest as you lean forward, bouncing on his cock in earnest. 
His palms are gripping the globes of your ass, knees coming up to rest on your bare skin as he starts fucking up into you, meeting your thrusts halfway. The sounds of your skin slapping together is obscene but oh so delicious. 
“You like when my brother fucks you like that?” Tommy’s deep voice draws your attention to him, he’s still got his cock in his hand but he’s thrusting up into it and you can tell just by the look on his face that he’s close. 
You look him dead in the eyes, breathy moan falling from your lips when you say, “I fucking love it, Tommy.” 
It all happens at once. Tommy is moaning and you can see him start to spill across his hand. Then Joel is gripping your hips, stilling your movements as you feel him start to come inside you, filling you up with his cum, your name falling from his mouth with a tangle of expletives built in for good measure. 
“Fuckin’ take it, pretty girl.” Joel is growling from beneath you, pushing his cock impossibly deep inside you like he’s begging your pussy to soak it all up, to get it to take. 
The room is silent save for the sounds of the three of you trying to catch your breath. You collapse, somewhat unceremoniously off Joel’s body and onto the mattress, placing an arm over your eyes to try and calm yourself down. Why the fuck was that so hot? Is all you can think. You’re only semi-aware of him shifting and gathering his things, only semi-aware of Tommy cleaning his hand off on his jeans to re-dress himself. You’re almost asleep when you feel the press of a kiss to your cheek, opening your eyes to find it was in fact Joel who did it, thumb running soothing circles across the skin of your hip. 
“Thank you.” You say meekly, reaching up to cup his face in your palm. 
“My pleasure, darlin’,” He smiles down at you, “I hope it helps.” 
Then he’s gone, following Tommy out of the bedroom and back down the stairs. You can, once again hear their muted voices, but this time, instead of setting you on edge, it lulls you to sleep. By the time Tommy comes back, climbs into bed and spoons you from behind, you’re almost asleep. 
“Did so fuckin’ good for me baby,” He murmurs into your ear, “So fuckin’ proud of you.”
Through the haze of sleep taking over you, you manage to mumble out, “Hope it works.” 
He chuckles, his body shaking your own where he has you wrapped in his embrace, “Me too baby, me too.” 
Within minutes you’re asleep. So asleep that you don’t feel his hand resting above your womb, silently praying that sooner, rather than later, he’s going to start feeling you swell there. Silently thanking the good lord for giving him such an understanding brother and a girl willing to do anything for him. 
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vicocaaisha · 1 year ago
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Love Triangle
Seong Suji x Reader x Baek Harin
Synopsis: Two girls fighting for your love. Whom will you choose?
Warning: idk, just overrall fluff! This will have two parts! I hope you guys could wait:).
Requested & inspired by this!
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“W-what?” You asked Harin. You might have misheard or misunderstood what she said, but in reality, you were just denying the truth, and your tears are about to fall.
“I said I don’t want you anymore.” Harin said, emotionless.
Were you just a toy to her?
I mean, who wouldn't want you? You were practically the school’s muse. Everyone either wants to be you or wants to be with you.
That’s why Harin felt she needed to have you as her girlfriend. For her to feel powerful that she can get anything easily, even the school’s muse would be wrapped around her fingers.
When you were hers already, she got bored fast. You were that easy to fool, there’s no point in controlling you when you were whipped for her; will do anything just to please her. Harin felt like there’s no challenge being with you, minus the suitors that you have so many. But is that even applicable when you rejected everyone because you were head over heels for Harin?
There’s nothing you can do, but to accept that she doesn’t want you anymore.
You walked out of her smoking spot, crying. You swore in your life that you would never love someone again.
And yet, here we are, again, someone has caught your eyes.
It has only been a month since you and Harin broke up. During that time someone transferred to your class, Seong Suji, the one who caught your eyes.
She’s pretty and simple, you like her. That’s why when she was getting bullied you’re always trying to protect her in a not obvious way because you knew Harin would be pissed.
You haven’t totally moved on from Harin. You truly loved her. Is it bad to have a crush on someone? They could be a distraction.
But you aren’t really that ready to date again because you felt betrayed by Harin.
So when Suji confessed her feelings, you just laughed at her… Awkwardly.
You told her that you’re not ready to be with someone again. Suji was fine with it and she said that she’ll wait until you’re ready again.
You were amused at first, almost everyone had told you that already. Suji though, she definitely did stay.
You don’t even know how she liked you to begin with. Suji’s not the person who typically would focus on love, but here she is, bothering you with her affections everyday.
Suji won’t leave your side, unless she’s doing something else. She kept meeting up with that Jaeun girl, and sometimes it makes you feel jealous. Suji reassured you that she only likes you so you just trusted her.
Right now, you were sitting under a tree with Suji. Suji has been acting weird lately though. When you asked her about it, she kept brushing it off.
“Y/N, you look so irresistible,” Suji said in a low voice.
You blushed. Lately, you have been falling for Suji too because she really is caring for you and she’s not afraid to show you that.
Suji unexpectedly held your face and turned it towards her, so now you are face to face with her. Then… She suddenly leaned it for a kiss.
You didn’t even protest, you just let her kiss you. She got too bold though, her hands were trailing down from your face to your chest, so you ended the kiss by backing out.
“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked her, teasingly. You then proceeded to strike her head with the notebook you have. You only intended to hurt her as a joke.
“Ouch, Y/N! You’re acting as if you didn’t like that.” Suji replied with a laugh that made you flustered. Maybe you did like it.
You and Suji were having too much fun. Harin thought to herself as she was staring at the both of you from the building’s window. Harin felt something… You didn’t even kiss throughout the relationship with her, and then you kissed Suji? How pathetic.
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Suji excused herself again because she had to meet Jaeun. You tried not to mind it but deep inside you felt jealous. As you were walking down the hallway to your classroom, you unexpectedly bumped into your ex-girlfriend, Harin.
You were going to ignore her when she suddenly greeted you, “You’ve been looking good lately.” Harin smiled at you.
It has been a long time since you’ve talked to her. Well, particularly, your last conversation with her was when she told you she doesn’t want you anymore.
She smiled, the smile that captivated you. You can’t deny that you still love her because there’s something about her that you just can’t resist.
“Oh, thank you.” you answered timidly. You were going to continue walking but she asked you a question that you thought you'd never hear from her again.
“Do you want to go out with me later? Just the two of us.” she asked you seriously.
“Um… I don’t know.” you responded and quickly ran away from her. You heart was beating so fast. Deep inside you still love Harin even if she betrayed you, but Suji showed you what genuine love is like. You just don’t want to think about it, maybe Harin’s being friendly to make amends? You just want to focus on Suji since she’s in your present now.
You met Suji in front of your room’s door, she was confused as to why you were running.
“What were you running from?” Suji asked you and she got her small napkin from her pocket to wipe your sweat on your forehead.
“Nothing. Let’s go inside.” you said as if you were in a hurry, Suji noticed this.
When she looked at the hallway from where you came from, she saw Harin, her arms crossed walking towards the both of you. So that’s where you were running from.
Suji didn’t budged when you held her hand to go inside your classroom, so you left her and immediately seated on your seat.
You saw Suji walking towards the way where you came from. You face palmed and hoped she didn’t see Harin.
Well, guess what? You saw them enter the room at the same time, with noticeable tension between them. You just ignored it, don’t want to think about what happened today.
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Lately, strange things have been happening. Suji is getting more clingy and clingier, you’re not complaining but seeing that your classmates were always eyeing the two of you as if they were judging your soul was very uncomfortable for you. Maybe it was too much PDA?
About Harin, she had been tailing you too. Every chance she gets to be alone with you, she’ll take it, and you know what will happen next. Suji will interrupt your conversation with your ex-girlfriend. At first, you appreciated it because you were scared of Harin. You were contemplating about it lately that Harin would like to reconnect your friendship with her or you’re just still inlove with her. That's why you think Harin wants to make amends with you.
Whatever, though. It’s getting more annoying now. Luckily, Harin stopped seeing you when you were on your own. Maybe she got tired of Suji? But when you stopped seeing Harin, you started to receive expensive gifts from her. Which Suji got jealous of and told you to reject the gifts you were receiving.
You get Suji that she likes you, but you two were not even together? How can she be angry over you receiving gifts when she’s not even officially your girlfriend?
“I don’t want you to accept gifts from Harin anymore.” Suji said as she was going to throw the gift that you received from Wooyi. Wooyi said it’s from Harin.
“No, wait. That’s mine and I want to open it.” You protested.
“No, Y/N.” Suji ignored your argument and continued to dump the gift into the garbage can.
“What’s your problem, Suji? Last time I checked we’re not even together.” You snapped at her.
“Don’t tell me you still like Harin.” Suji said as she looked you into your eyes, crossing her arms. Damn, you didn't like Harin. You still love her.
You facepalmed from the thought of it, “Maybe, I do! I don’t know. Maybe we should take a break from each other.”
You felt as if you were getting pressured over your two admirers’ affection. You fell for Suji and you still love Harin. You can’t pick and you can’t make up your mind.
Suji is the best thing you could ever ask for. She’s kind and sweet, heck, she’s not even scared to show the world that she loves you.
Harin is something else… You can’t describe it, but you sure know that you love her. Plus, she’s trying her best to win back your heart. You’ve been reading her letters…
But you can’t pick because you’re scared to trust again. You think that they’ll break your heart either way.
All you wanted to do is to be alone for a while. No Suji. No Harin.
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They definitely got the memo that you wanted to be alone. They stopped bothering you, which gave you peace and the opportunity to think who do you really want? Or what does your heart wants?
Being alone made you feel so peaceful, but you kinda miss Suji’s presence and reading Harin’s love letters. You sighed, this is better at least you’re not getting pressured into picking someone… Not until…
It was late at night, you parents are on a business trip. So that means you’re alone for the rest of the week. You’re not complaining because it means more freedom!
Dingdong!
You heard your doorbell ring. That’s unusual, it’s already past 8 p.m. Who could that be? You looked at your doorbell cam through your phone.
It was Harin, holding a cake?
You felt butterflies in your stomach. You had been feeling that Harin’s actions towards you are sincere because she has never put so much effort before. Maybe you’ll hear what her say to you.
You opened the door,
“Hey, Harin. What are you doing here? It’s late already.” you asked her.
“Oh, um… Just wanted to give you this, cause you know… I’ve been missing you.” Harin said, avoiding your gaze.
You felt your phone buzz; Harin noticed it but you just turned your phone off. It must be your parents.
“Sorry, that must be my parents. Thank you for the gift, I appreciate it so much but you don’t really have to give me gifts always.” You smiled at her genuinely.
“Y/N, I want to tell you something.” Harin looked at your eyes, her stare felt so genuine. You feel like you want to trust her again.
“Yes?” You answered.
“I want to apologi–” Harin was suddenly cut off when someone shouted your name.
“Y/N!” When you looked where the sound came from, it was Suji. She’s out of breath, she must have been running. You looked at your phone to see what time it was, but you only saw that Suji had missed calling you three times.
Feeling annoyed by the situation, you only crossed your arms. “What now?”
“Don’t listen to her. She’s with you oying you again!” Suji said while breathing hard.
“Oh yeah? How about we tell her that you’re just using Y/N to get back at me.” Harin said, her cold demeanour is back now. The one that you were so scared of.
“What?! Stop lying!” Suji said, in front of the two of you now.
“No, you stop lying.” Harin said with her soulless gaze on Suji.
Getting fed up from the situation you decided to end their nonsense bickering, “I’m tired of this!” you suddenly shouted, which caused the two girls arguing in front of you to be shocked.
“You know what? Let’s end this, I don’t want to be with any of you anymore. Let’s just stop!” You said, trying to massage your forehead with your fingers because of the stress you were feeling.
“No, no, no.”, “I’m sorry” you heard them say, but you just want to end this so bad.
“Go home, guys. I’m going to sleep. I don’t want to hear you fight outside of my home.” You said, slamming the door in front of them, leaving Harin and Suji stunned.
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Months have passed, Suji and Harin did stop bothering you. Although, sometimes, you can feel their stares at you. You couldn’t care less, they’re just causing you stress. But lately, you have been feeling that they have tension between them. Like bad tension.
Anyway, a school field trip is coming up. You decided to stick with Wooyi. Ever since her grade knocked down into C, Harin started to treat her as if she she doesn’t know Wooyi. So here you are with Wooyi.
“I hope we get to be in the same room.” Wooyi said as she snuggled to your arm.
“I hope so, you’re my only close friend.” You replied. Your class is currently on a double decker bus. On the way to your field trip’s location.
When the bus arrived, the school let you roam around the place. You were with Wooyi the whole time. You can visibly see that she’s upset and jealous because Harin had replaced her with Eunbyol. You didn’t like that girl, she’s so clingy with Harin.
It makes you wonder sometimes if Harin’s fine with someone invading their personal space. Because you know Harin. When you were with her, she didn’t like physical affection. That's why you felt like being with her was restricted, you can’t cuddle or hug her.
To make things worse, you felt like Suji had already moved on from you. She’s always with Jaeun. You see them sometimes act like a couple. One time, you saw Suji feeding Jaeun with her ramen.
Well, it’s your fault anyway. You asked them to stop courting you and you basically told them to move on. Whatever.
You were walking down the aisle of the hotel, you were literally missing. The place is huge. Trying to find your way back to Wooyi, you saw Harin and Suji standing in front of each other.
You heard them talking but you can’t make out what they’re saying so you walked nearer to them, hiding behind a wall.
“She chose me.” You heard Suji say.
“Did she?” Harin retorted.
You felt like if a needle was dropped, you could hear it because of the tension they have. You tried to leave quietly so they won’t know that you overheard them.
After exploring the venue, your teacher had asked you to meet up at the garden field of the hotel. Maybe they are assigning rooms. You were hoping you’re not going to be roommates with the two people you were thinking about earlier.
You arrived there with Wooyi.
“Okay, let’s get this over with. Group yourselves into five so that you can now go to your rooms.” Your homeroom teacher said. Nobody moved.
“Go now, don’t let me group you!” Your teacher yelled, getting impatient.
Your classmates started to move. You didn’t know who to group with, if you started a group with Wooyi nobody will join the two of you because some of the group friends in your classroom are big enough.
They already formed into four groups. You were standing with Wooyi awkwardly. She doesn’t know where to go either.
When you were going to pick a group, you saw Harin’s group with four members and Suji’s group with four members also. They must have saved you a spot, you were thinking to yourself. When you look into their eyes, you can feel them pleading to join their group.
You have to pick between them now…
Go with Harin?
Go with Suji?
Don't go with either of them?
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Hey guys! Who do you want to end up with? Also, for the next part do you want NSFW scene or just fluff?
Enjoyy!
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apute11as · 1 year ago
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I hate it when she makes you laugh ~ Leah Williamson x CEO!reader
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Summary: You get a new assistant and let’s just say Leah isn’t very good at hiding her jealousy.
Warnings:⚠️ None i’m pretty sure :)
word count: 2032
Author note: Based on THIS request (so sorry it took so long) Also, Leah never did her ACL, Covid never happened.
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You had inherited an investment firm from your late grandfather 3 years ago when you were just 21. You had turned the the small town business into a multi billion dollar company, earning you a lot of attention from magazines, social media and other people in the investment industry.
Your mother had passed away when you were 15 and it was her father that owned the company so when he died, it transferred directly to you.
Being in the position you were, meant that you met with and attended many events with A-list celebrities, some of them being athletes. That was how you’d first met Leah, the two of you bonded over your shared distaste for the food menu, both agreeing you’d much prefer some toast over the variety of fish on offer. You’d laughed, drank and danced together throughout the night before she invited you back to her apartment, an invite that you gladly accepted.
You woke up the next morning with a fluttery feeling in your chest and a familiar ache between your legs, that told you enough about your night. The two of you had met up constantly after that, although you both had busy schedules. You’d ended up meeting her teammates and parents after a month of dating and safe to say they loved you.
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Now, 2 years later you were 24 and she was 26 and you’d been officially dating for almost two years now. Life was blissful, Arsenal had just recently come second in the WSL (something you’d decided was a good result, much to your girlfriend’s disagreement) and all was well.
As for your company, the recent incline of growth, your advisors had insisted you get an assistant. You’d assured them that it wasn’t necessary and would just be a waste of time but after some convincing you reluctantly agreed. The interviewing process to find one was tough. You’d gone through several applicants before finding the right
one (you were particular in your choices of company). After a gruelling process that took more several hours, you finally decided on an assistant. Ava was 21, fresh out of Uni and had little experience. Despite this, you saw some of your younger self in her, admired her ambition and also she could hold a somewhat interesting conversation. Many of the applicants lacked personality and motivation, they were robotic and boring.
With that being said, you hired her. She fit in well into your life, as you were very precise in your task doing and a control freak at heart, something she seemed to understand all to well, considering she’d prepared your weekly schedule perfectly on her first day. You came home that day a little earlier than normal due to Ava’s organisational habits, surprising your girlfriend with the rarity of a home cooked meal on a weekday. The two of you discussed your new assistant over the warm lasagne you’d prepared for dinner. Although you saw Leah’s reaction as one of support and warmth towards your new employee, in reality she could feel the pangs of jealousy in her upper stomach as she listened to you ramble about how great Ava was and how much easier she’d made your week.
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It was December, usually a quiet period of business as many people chose to save for Christmas and there weren’t many properties being sold. However, this year it was unusually busy, meaning you were staying out later and later in the office.
Leah didn’t mind this of course, she was more than understanding, knowing the pressure and stress your job brought. She waited up for you every night with a warm meal (takeaway or microwave as she was a horrendous cook). So when you came home at quarter to midnight after a long day, she was waiting for you.
The sight you saw upon entering your shared penthouse was one of Leah asleep on the sofa. Her blonde bangs stuck out in all directions as she was out cold, an episode of greys anatomy playing softly in the background.
“Oh my girl” you spoke softly, caressing her cheek.
Her eyes fluttered open as she took in her surroundings.
“Hi baby” she husked in a sleepy voice. “Have you eaten? There’s leftover pasta in the fridge I somehow managed not to burn it” she smiled to herself
“Thank you my love but me and Ava ordered food in a couple of hours ago” you replied returning her smile, hand drifting onto her shoulder.
“Oh right okay” she grumbled, shifting her body weight so your hand dropped down.
“I’m going to get changed into something comfy okay? Then we can cuddle” you left, oblivious to your girlfriend’s growing jealousy.
“Mmm” she hummed, eyes fixed on the television screen.
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When you returned, you expected her to be asleep on the sofa but, as you’d went into the bathroom to freshen up, she’d crawled into your shared bed and was sat up on her phone.
You put down your toothbrush and shimmied your way into bed next to her, attempting to cuddle up to her but you were surprised when she shoved you away.
“You don’t smell like you” she complained. “Your perfume is vanilla, you smell like flowers it’s like a 16 year old” she scoffed
“Oh that’s odd, probably Ava’s perfume, she asked me to try and see what I thought. You don’t like it baby?” you questioned frowning at her body position, as she’d now turned away from you.
“No I don’t like it” she snapped, turning out the light and going to sleep
You were unsure what caused this sudden outburst but you knew Leah and knew not to push at it when she was in a mood so you let yourself drift slowly into sleep, making a mental note to bring it up tomorrow.
Her alarm went off bright and early at 7am as she had morning training. You decided to get up with her, despite not having to be in the office until 11am for a meeting. You went through the usual steps of your morning which involved showering (Leah opted against as it was easier to wait until after training), breakfast, dressing and prepping yourself for the day.
Leah was behaving seemingly normal this morning, whatever her issue was yesterday had appeared to have subsided. She hugged you from behind, adorned in her training gear, as you prepared breakfast tortillas for the two of you, wearing a black pantsuit yourself.
“Morning beautiful” she husked into you neck
“Morning my love, do you want ham or just cheese?” You questioned her preference as she was indecisive.
“what no peppers?”
“Do you like peppers Leah?”
“No” she mumbled into your back
“Then no peppers” you titled your head to crack a smile at the blonde
“Weird you’re not trying to sneak vegetables in me today” she laughed
Just as you were about to respond, you were interrupted by your phone blaring from its place on the counter.
“You get it babe, I’ll watch the food” she assured
You silently agreed, shifting to the counter to grab your phone, not bothering to look at the caller id before picking up and not bothering to realise you had speaker on.
“Morning Miss Y/L/N, I’m so sorry to bother you on your morning off” sounded Ava’s voice on the other side of the phone
“Sorry one second Ava I put you on speaker by mistake” you laughed shuffling into the bedroom and shutting the door, completely missing Leah’s expression shift to one of anger and her knuckles turn white from how hard she was gripping the frying pan.
Leah could hear the two of you conversing loudly in the other room. Although you’d turned Ava off speaker, she could still hear your responses. The conversation sounded awfully friendly for one between boss and employee, especially considering you’d been complaining to her this morning about how stressful today was supposed to be as you’d had a meeting with an important investor.
You snapped her out of her thoughts as you giggled like a school girl, laughter Leah interpreted as flirtatious. She was furious now, she trusted you whole heartedly but she didn’t for one second trust Ava. Also, although she’d never admit it, her insecurities in herself and your feelings toward her, played a big part in her jealousy.
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You wandered out of the room a few minutes later, smiling at your phone as you’d realised that the meeting you’d been trying to get for weeks with a new client, had been arranged.
“You two were laughing an awful lot in there, what was so funny?” questioned Leah in a harsh tone.
“Oh haha nothing Ava just messed up something small with names and was calling to correct it” you laughed
“Hmm usually correcting something small doesn’t take a 10 minute phone call” Leah bit back.
“Noo but she did also tell me that the meeting with UOC inc. went through, we have some of their top board members coming in next week!” You beamed, proud of the accomplishments of your company.
“That’s amazing baby I’m so proud of you!” Leah smiled, pushing down her jealousy to be happy for you.
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It was on Friday when her jealousy of your assistant finally came to your attention. You and Leah had somewhat of a Friday tradition between yourselves, where she’d meet you at your office at 7pm with food (usually a salad or sushi as she was on a strict diet plan). This happened every week without fail, no matter what the other had going on, even if that meant pushing it forwards or back a few hours, it still happened.
She’d stopped off at dominoes today as an extra treat to show how proud she was of you, after you texted her to say that UOC inc. were open to a deal that would see the company progress even further. She parked her car in your private parking, greeting Roman (a member of your security) on her way in. Excitement filled her body, she couldn’t wait to kiss you, to tell you how thrilled she was and how much she loved you. However the sight she was met when she opened your office door caught her off guard.
You were sat in your desk chair, Ava sat in the corner on your arm chair as the two of you laughed at a TikTok on her phone, a sure sign that you were definitely not just working late.
“Leah hey! Oh my god I didn’t even realise the time” you chuckled, checking the expensive watch she’d bough you last Christmas.
“Sure you didn’t, what’s she still doing here?” She snapped, gesturing harshly at Ava who had paled under the defender’s cold glare.
“She was just showing me something Leah, don’t be rude!” you cautioned, taking a tone of your own.
“Seems like she’s been showing you an awful lot lately doesn’t it and now she’s here, now, on a Friday?” She explained.
It finally hit you, her hands were balled into fists, eyebrows furrowed in displeasure, Leah was jealous of Ava. You could’ve laughed at the irony but that would only provoke her more.
“I’m so sorry, I’ve eaten into your time y/n! Especially considering you’d planned to share it with your girlfriend. My boyfriend will be here in just a minute, thank you for the chat, I’ll see you Monday!” She blurted, shuffling awkwardly past Leah and practically bolting down the corridor.
“Boyfriend?” Leah huffed out.
“Yes Lee, boyfriend. I can’t believe you were jealous of my straight employee, who’s basically a teenager” you laughed openly at her.
“Ugh you’re so annoying” she sulked
“You’re so cute when you’re jealous baby” you cooed, pinching her cheek
“Oi get off” she slapped your hand away, rolling her eyes
“Is that for me” you beamed, gesturing to the bag of food in her hands.
“Not anymore” she sassed
“Oh yeah right” you scoffed, making a beeline for the bag, wrestling her to the floor.
“Hey you idiot” she giggled, a smile replacing her previous frown as you sat on top of her, making grabby hands at the food.
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