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01âDark If âAlfons Sylvaticaâ
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â cw: implied alcohol consumption, implied dub-con ("consented" while intoxicated; fade to black)
Victor: Miss Kate, may you reach the happiest end with your hands.
V: ââNow, off you go to the twisted fairytale world.
When I awoke, I was on top of the bed within a beautiful castle.
(...This place...)
When I looked around, I realized it was all around silent, as if my surroundings were being blanketed by a curtain of night.
Blond-haired, blue-eyed man: ...Are you awake?
(...Such a pretty person. In fact, Iâve never seen anyone more so than him.)
Blond-haired, blue-eyed man: Good morning, Snow White.
(Wait, Iâm Snow White!? So that must mean I was sent to the world of Snow White.)
Kate: ...Um, I apologize for my rudeness seeing as weâve only just met, but may I ask who you are?
Queen Elbert: ...Elbert. Or as Iâm called, âthe Greedy Queen.â
(This person is the queen?)
In the fairy tale Snow White, the queen was a character who envied the beauty of Snow White, and so she tried to use a poisoned apple to kill her.
(So this person might be the perpetrator of this worldâs flaws?)
Kate: ...And why am I in this castle?
Queen Elbert: Thatâs because the hunter, Roger...
ââ Flashback ââ
Roger the Hunter: Hey, you there? This lil lady here fainted in the forest.
Queen Elbert: ...I am here.
ââ End flashback ââ
Kate: The nerve he has to treat people like objects! ...But, thank you for saving me.
This world was slightly different from the events of its fairy tale.
(...It must be because of that âmissing thing.â)
Queen Elbert: ...Snow White.
Kate: Y-yes...
His [1] rather intense staring rendered me stiff as the beautiful queen tilted his head.
Queen Elbert: Are you hungry?
He took me to the dining room table, where a plethora of dishes were lined up.
(Whoa...thereâs fluffy bread, corn potage, and even dessert!)
(Wait, wait, but what if thereâs poison in them...)
Queen Elbert: ...Is there something you are unable to eat?
Kate: Ah, um... no.
He pulled back the seat, urging me to sit, before he sat one chairâs length away.
It was as though he was being considerate of how cautious I was.
Kate: Why go this far for me? This is the first time weâve met, after all.
Queen Elbert: ...Why, you ask... I am looking for the most beautiful thing in the world.
Queen Elbert: And perhaps you may be that very thing.
The smile in his blue eyes was laced with madness and beautifully frightening,
but that faded the next moment like a summer mirage.
Queen Elbert: ...That, and I did not want you to be alone.
Kate: Alone?
Queen Elbert: ...I was thinking being alone the first thing you wake up would be quite lonely.
Madness and kindness... I felt both were a part of his true feelings, and I felt the caution slowly melt away.
Kate: I, too, am looking for a âmissing thing.â
Queen Elbert: Oh, then... maybe asking Al would do you good.
Kate: Al?
Queen Elbert pointed to a single portrait,
where he and the profile of another person was painted.
Queen Elbert: He is my attendant, Alfons Sylvatica. And he is my mirror.
Kate: A mirror...
Queen Elbert: He will tell me whether something is beautiful... along with many other things.
(Um, so basically I should go and see this Alfons the Mirror person?)
Kate: And where might he be?
Queen Elbert: ??...? (O_O)
Queen Elbert: ...I wonder.
(What.)
After getting permission from Queen Elbert, I searched within the castle, but...
(Heâs not here.)
(Or here.)
(Heâs nowhere to be found! Which means heâs not in the castle then?)
???: You seem to be in quite a pinch, Snow White. If youâre looking for Alfons the Mirror, heâs at the pub.
(Whâjust now, someoneâs voice...)
There on the windowsill was a small bird, the color of night.
Kate: A talking bird...?
Little bird: Talking I do. Here is the twisted fairytale world. So things here might go beyond what you know as common sense.
(I guess thatâs true...)
Kate: So heâs at the pub? Thank you for telling me.
Little bird: Oh, and be careful so the back of your neck doesnât get touched. For he possesses the ability to temporarily overwrite your perceptions.
Little bird: Well then, Iâll be going now!
And so, I left the castle and stepped into the pub, where a salacious fragrance wafted.
(That jet-black haired man from that portrait...)
Alfons the Mirror: For the Snow White who has awakened from her slumber. Would you care for an apple, by any chance?
Alfons the Mirror: ...Ahh, such lines do seem to reflect Elbie well, Iâd say.
There he was, the person from the portrait.
Kate: Are you Alfons?
Alfons the Mirror: Indeed, I am that âAlfonsâ in the flesh. And what brings you waltzing into a place like this so nonchalantly?
Alfons the Mirror: And here I was thinking you would rather be spoiled rotten by that collecting-crazed queen.
(If Iâm to get any information, I need to speak openly about the situation Iâve been put into.)
Kate: Actually...
ââ Time skip ââ
Alfons the Mirror: So you wish to find this âmissing thingâ to return to reality, I see. And why is it so important that you find it?
Kate: Huh?
Alfons the Mirror: I would imagine there is a mountain of ways you can return back? What need is there to get so bent on finding this missing thing?
Kate: And what other methods are you talking about?
Alfons the Mirror: Oh, you know, hitting your head somewhere, drowning in some river, or dropping dead then and there, all that jazz.
(...Some âmethodsâ those are...)
From the few minutes weâve been talking, it was more or less pretty clear to me that this person was quite villainous.
Kate: It may be as you say. But... I canât think that Iâm the only one that needs saving.
K: If I find the root of this missing thing, this world wonât be twisted any longer. That is my happy end.
Alfons: Ahha! You foolishly earnest soul, you.
A: Compared to protecting yourself, the fact that this world is twisted and the matters of others is such trivial matters, you know.
Kate: You didnât need to call me foolish... but anyway, is there a missing thing in this world then?
Alfons the Mirror: Maybe? Or maybe not.
Kate: Then do your best to remember.
Alfons the Mirror: Hmm... it does seem to be on the tip of my tongue...
With an ostentatious air about him, Alfons handed me a cocktail, yellow in color.
Alfons the Mirror: Then, until I remember, may I ask you to join me for a cup?
Kate: ...But, Iâm in the middle of searching...
Alfons the Mirror: But that thing wonât be found in a day or two, no? If you donât take a breather once in a while, itâs going to bite you back, you know.
The voice in my ear and the cocktail he swirled before me caused my rationale to waver a bit.
(...He may have a point. It is true Iâve always been feeling a bit tense.)
Kate: Then... Iâll have a little.
Alfons the Mirror: By all means, go on and down it all. Master, one for me as well.
ââ Time skip ââ
In a small room at the back of the pub, two shadows swayed.
Alfons the Mirror: Hehe, come now... walk a bit more steady, why donât you.
Kate: mmm...hic, I ganât dring...any more...
Alfons the Mirror: Aha, youâre drunk through and through, I see.
When Alfons tried to lay Kate down on the bed, she grabbed tightly around his neck.
Alfons the Mirror: Oh dear...
Such a gesture stemmed from innocence, as if she was a child who lost her way back.
Alfons the Mirror: You shouldnât embrace men with such a lonely look.
Alfonsâ fingers slipped to the back of Kateâs neck as he murmured in her ear.
Alfons the Mirror: I am your very precious lover. Now then, surrender your body and heart to me...
Kate: ...Al...fons?
Alfons the Mirror: How about we forget about aaall the troublesome stuff...
to be continuedâŠ
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NOTES:
[1] I'm unsure about exactly what pronouns to use here; it was unclear (due to the way pronouns and subjects can be dropped or implied in Japanese). In Elbert's dark if story, for the majority he is referred to with feminine pronouns, and he's referred to as a queen here. I just decided to use masculine pronouns here, but just note it could very much be feminine too.
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Goddamn I really have so much sewing to catch up on
#for work AND at home#at work I need to put finishing details on my internâs costume for her first official go on Tuesday#I need to remake a bodice out of an over skirt and then remake the over skirt#using scraps of the original with a new accent fabric#I have 2 corsets that need to be made but Iâm out of boning#I have to add tapestry hooks to the curtains for the library#and I think the one curtain from the dining room?#but our curator hasnât given me that curtain only the library curtain#and then at HOME#Iâm a dimbass and thought I could take on a commission project#I got the pattern cut out to make a mockup for the client#but I havenât gotten as far as actually cutting or assembling the mockup#and I have a couple costume pieces I want to make for MYSELF#including a new corset#but there are literally not enough hours in a day#museum musings
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Camp Seventeen: Chapter 2
Pairing - Afab!reader x ot13 (Soonyoung x reader x Minghao)
Word count - 13K
Genre - Greek Demigod AU! Weâve got crack, smut, fluff , angst, hurt, comfort, all of it in this series, buckle up!
Previous chapter
Chapter summary - As you delve deeper into the world of the demigods, a party throws you spiraling down a road less taken. While it seems there's one member who may be able to help you with it, there's another you want to lend a hand to. And more.
A/n - I do have a taglist so comment on this post to be added! And if you enjoyed reading, please don't forget to leave feedback in the comments or tags - we've got lots of chapters to go and hearing thoughts really helps <3
Smut warnings - I'm trying this thing where I won't be adding any detailed warnings as of now now, I will be including them after 1 week instead! I'm trying to keep the suspense for those who are interested but I understand there might be some of you who are wary of reading certain things - I will be adding warnings for your sake in a week's time! (There are no trigger warnings for this fic though!)
(edited) - Sexual tension phew, fingering (f.receiving), male masturbation, oral (m.receiving), threesome, sub-ish Soonyoung, dom Minghao, slight mlm? (feeding her cum), couple of spanks, unprotected sex (plis refrain), they're kinda rough - she's struggling to breathe, Minghao is mean and a bit of a sadist, deepthroating, edging, marking, hickies, sloppy seconds, they both finish inside her, I think that's about it?
Today you slept with both the windows and the curtains closed.Â
Not just Seungcheol's eagle, even the late morning sun couldn't wake you up, leading to you casually strolling into the dining hall, late in the day. As you walked in, still dressed in your pajamas, twelve heads turned towards you, following your every step.Â
Seokmin turned towards Seungcheol who's gaze was fixed on his food, like it was adamant not to meet yours. Hesitating, the former cleared his throat, taking one for the team, questioning you instead.
âYou uhâŠ.didn't come to train today.â
âYes, I didnât.âÂ
Walking in, you grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl and sat as far away from Seungcheol as possible. If anyone noticed the hostility between the two of you, they didn't say anything. Seokmin looked at you like he was expecting to hear more - then he realised that was all you had for an answer.Â
âWhy didn't youâŠ...âÂ
âI got wet in the rain last night.â You munched on your fruit. âFelt sick in the morning.âÂ
A part of you expected at least one of them to have the decency to ask you how you were doing now but all the boys simply exchanged looks. As you frowned at them confused, Joshua finally looked at you. âDemigods don't fall sick Y/n.âÂ
You blinked. âWhat?âÂ
âWe're half gods, so uhâŠ. stuff like bacteria and viruses don't really have an effect against us.âÂ
Suddenly, at that point, the last 25 years of your life made a little more sense - you realised you hadn't ever fallen sick. You also realised that last weekend when you offered to watch a movie with Seungcheol because the two of you were alone in the house, he had declined, stating he had a cold and didn't want to pass it on.Â
Of course he lied. All that man did was lie.Â
Scoffing, you shook your head. âOf course we don't.â
âIs there a problem?â Minghao narrowed his eyes at you conspicuously. âAny particular reason you couldn't or didn't want to come?âÂ
Sighing, you shook your head. âIt's just been hard getting used to things, I'm trying but-âÂ
âThere's no room for but Y/n.â Seungcheol finally spoke, looking up. âQuest season is approaching and we cannot have a weak link on the team.âÂ
âCheol.â Jeonghan cautioned, looking at him just a little sternly. âEnough.âÂ
Seungcheol stared back at Jeonghan like he wanted to retort but when the latter shook his head at him, he got up, throwing his plate into the sink a lot louder than anyone had expected.Â
If Chan hadnât muttered that the cab was ready to leave, you would have exploded - how dare he? He was the one who hinted at something more last night and he was the one who had left you in the middle of the storm so why was he behaving like this was your fault?? But before you could say anything, Seungcheol and the members going for morning shifts grabbed their things and set out for the day, unusually quietly. As Mingyu began to follow the crowd, you held him by his wrist,Â
âWhere are you going? You donât have work today?âÂ
âAre you keeping tabs on me, newbie?â Mingyu bent down, smirking at you. âCan I consider you interested?âÂ
âYour schedules are on the white board genius.â You rolled your eyes, letting him go and pointing at it. âWe need to talk.âÂ
Mingyu frowned, both confused and curious.Â
âThe house Gyu, my house. I have a final plan for it.âÂ
âOh! Okay sure letâs go-âÂ
âWait.â Joshua stood up shaking his head. âI don't know what's going on with you Y/n, but unlike Cheol, I cannot walk away from what I am responsible for in this camp. You're going to put that fruit down-â He pointed at the plum you just reached for. â-go shower, have a full breakfast and then you can sit with Mingyu and finalise whatever you have to.âÂ
âBut Shua-âÂ
âNo.â He said in a tone that you knew meant that this was not open for any more discussion as he turned towards the man who was stuffing his face with cereal. âAnd Kwon Soonyoung, why are your sheets still in the dryer?âÂ
Oh fuck.Â
Soonyoung looked at you confused - you had completely forgotten about that.
âI uh couldn't carry them back in the rain last night.â He muttered, drinking the last of his milk straight from the bowl, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. âI'll take them now.âÂ
âWhy did you need to wash your sheets in the middle of the night?â Hansol frowned at the man beside him sceptical and Soonyoung glanced at you but you were suddenly deeply interested in some random crack on the table surface.Â
âI was bored and jerked off.â Soonyoung washed up his bowl, shaking the water off his hands. âIt was a good one.â
Hansol groaned disgusted and you looked at Soonyoung scandalised as he shot you a cheeky wink before disappearing out of the hall. A part of you was kind of relieved - you were worried after last night, especially considering what he said as you were leaving. Perhaps you heard it wrong because Soonyoung seemed just as relaxed as ever, like nothing had changed.Â
You were thankful for that - now things could go back to like they were before.Â
Or could they? Because Jihoon was yet again looking at you like he knew everything
âThis is your final plan?âÂ
âYes.â
âIsn't this the first plan you had made?â
âYes.â
âY/n,â Mingyu groaned. âIf you wanted to do this we could have finalised it days ago.âÂ
âI told you, I was confused about the whole bathroom situation.â You muttered, tracing mindless patterns over the floor plan. âLet's just make the residence alone. I'll adjust with the common showers.â
âWe can still arrange to build a bathroom for you.â Joshua glanced at the papers. âSince we have to divert water pipes, it'll just take a little longer-âÂ
âNo.â You gripped the pencil tight. âI don't want anything that takes a little longer. I want this house made as soon as possible so I can shift to my own space.âÂ
Your adamance was definitely new but neither boys commented on it. Instead Mingyu pulled out his phone and scrolled through clumsily.
âI need to place an order for the brick and cement and sure Chan has got a decently sized cab but it's going to take a couple of trips to bring the whole load.â He sighed, not looking up. âIt's going to take a couple of weeks to get the house ready-â
âNo, no no.â You shook your head. This couldn't be happening. âI need my own house as soon as possible, MingyuâŠ.â You looked away rambling as both men frowned. âI'm in my final year, I've uh got projects and submissions to work on. The library isn't well lit enough to study all night and Seungcheol's house is too far from the charging station in the Great Hall, I can't keep making such long trips just to charge my laptop? What if it rains like last night again? What if all my stuff gets wet and-â
âOkay, okay, I get it.â Mingyu set his phone down and tried to calm you down. âThough if those are your concerns, you can move into my house. I live close to the Great hall and I have a loft - you wonât have any issues there.â
Oh no. No no. You weren't about to fall from the frying pan into the fire.Â
âNo Mingyu, what I need is my own space, like every other member of the camp.â You sighed. âAnd I know it's a lot to ask but I hope we can be done with it fast.âÂ
âI really wish I could help Y/n.â He looked at you pitifully. âYouâre an architect, you know the kind of time it takes to build a house. Maybe if you had opted for something simpler, like a wooden cabin-âÂ
âCan you build that faster?âÂ
âI mean we do live in the middle of a forest and I do have automations to cut trees-âÂ
âHow long will a wooden cabin take?â
âA few days.â Mingyu rubbed his chin in thought. âProvided it doesn't rain or-âÂ
âDo it.â
Both men looked surprised.Â
âYou're sure?â Joshua spoke up this time. âWooden homes tend to feel colder, it would also be harder to-â
âI'm sure.â You nodded, gathering the sheets. âI'll have to make a few amendments to the layout then you can start. Meanwhile, why don't you go ahead now with theâŠ.. wood gathering?â
Mingyu nodded, stuffing his phone into his pocket, resting his face on his interlocked hands.Â
âWhat're you waiting for Mingyu?âÂ
âNow as in right now??â
âYes right now.â You looked at him like it was obvious. âPlease.âÂ
Joshua nodded, signalling Mingyu to leave and grumbling, the bigger man left, much to your relief. Just a few more days. You could handle a few more days with Seungcheol, right?Â
âYou cannot.â Joshua turned to you. âYou cannot survive with a group of people if you don't communicate Y/n. Do you want to tell me what's going on?â
You let out a deep breath considering it for a minute but then shook your head. âIt's not worth discussing. I'll deal with it on my own.â
âWell you better do it fast because,â Joshua pulled out a sheet from his bag and slid it across the table to you. âThings are about to get a lot more hectic.â
You were too scared to extend your hand and reach for that paper. Good god, what else was in store for you.Â
âSeokmin and Minghao are already covering physical training for you but being a demigod is so much more than just combat - you need to learn about this world, about its people, about the laws that govern it.â He looked at you apologetically. âI've drafted a schedule where the members will cover these different areas with you. Of course you will have time for your own obligations but you will also have to strictly adhere to the restâŠ..âÂ
Joshua's words trailed off as your eyes landed on the timetable and the names scribbled on them.
You counted 12 names, all the members were scheduled to help you except-Â
âWonwoo.â You breathed out. âHis name isn'tâŠ.here?âÂ
âYeahâŠâ Joshua scratched the back of his head. âWonwoo isn't really available for stuff like this, he's got other things to doâŠ.âÂ
Of course he did. He was a top secret government official, he did guard duty at night, he was working on your case too, you could understand that he was busy.Â
But what you didn't understand was why he always ignored you. Even earlier when you popped into the showers forgetting that Wonwoo usually washed himself much after everyone, you had in fact, caught him butt naked.Â
Any normal person would've covered himself up or at least responded to your small scream, quick turn and innumerable apologies but Wonwoo? He simply grabbed a towel, wrapped himself and walked straight past you into the locker rooms like you didn't even exist, the trademark scent of his perfume the only thing lingering behind.Â
âY/n where are you lost?âÂ
You shook your head. âI was just thinking about how the bath house would've been more efficient if the showers were attached to the locker room so we didn't have to walk so far in a towel to change.âÂ
Joshua looked at you like he didn't understand a word you were saying. Or why you were saying it.Â
âIt's justâŠ. I'm just being an architect, don't bother.â You shook your head then the paper. âThank you for this.â
âNo worries.â He smiled sweetly, getting up, leaving you to your breakfast. âI see your first lesson is History of the Gods. Unfortunately I think Chan is busy with some delivery in the evening so, it'll be just you and Jihoon. I hope you'll attend the lesson earnestly.â
You nodded, giving him a hard smile.Â
How were you supposed to last 2 hours with a man who read you like an open book?Â
The darkness behind your closed eyelids was supposed to be comforting. That's why you were lounging in your chair, half asleep while waiting for Jihoon to show up. But somehow, it felt like you were being watched and sure enough when you opened your eyes, the face of your instructor of the day was inches away from you.
âJesus Christ JihoonâŠâ You sat up scrambling, pulling yourself away from him. âWhy didnât you say something?â
âYou're tired.â He tucked his hands in his pockets walking back. âI was wondering if I should let you rest-âÂ
âI'm fine.âÂ
â-but it's strange considering you skipped training and slept all morning, yet you're incredibly sleep deprived.â Leaning back against the table he looked at you amused. âWhat might have happened last night that exhausted you so?âÂ
Words refused to leave your mouth considering you didn't know if he was teasing you or actually concerned. Given the last few days you assumed it was the former and ignored him as you began closing all the books you had strewn on the table before you.Â
âI see you're doing pre reading.â
âChan gave these to me before he left for work. He said I should read to understand better.âÂ
âDid you?âÂ
Of course you didn't. You were almost snoring away and Jihoon saw that, yet he asked the question like he wanted you to feel embarrassed about the answer.Â
âI thought you were supposed to teach me.â You shut the last book and glared at him. âIf you just expect me to just read off a book, I donât see why youâre required here.âÂ
âAre you suggesting I leave my own class?â He raised his eyebrow amused. âIâm going to have to disappoint you but unlike some, I take what Iâm told at camp seriously.âÂ
You glared at him like you were contemplating throwing the book straight at him and you almost did when he walked around the table, sat down on the chair and cocked his head at you.Â
âFor someone who is the daughter of Hestia, hospitality isn't really your trait is it? Â
âHow would I know, arenât you supposed to be teaching me about this God stuff?âÂ
âI am.â He nodded, crossing his arms. âBut it depends on how much the mortal world has already taught you.âÂ
âIâve never really bothered myself with Greek mythology.â You rolled your eyes. âTheyâre just stories for bored children.âÂ
âExcept they arenât. They are your reality.âÂ
âNot by choice.â You mumbled. You did not wish to be an outcast in the only world you knew and thrown here. You did not wish for any of this.Â
âParentage is no oneâs choice.â Jihoon sighed. âBut to be a demigod is a gift. Itâs a shame that you disregard your power.âÂ
âWhat power?â You scoffed. âI donât have anyâŠ.â Trailing off you gulped.Â
That was a lie.Â
âI am the Son of Apollo which means I was there at the Court of Delphi when the Oracle assigned you.â Jihoon reminded you of the fateful night.
The night when a couple of masked men had forcibly picked you from your dorm, throwing you into a large room of unknown people and a round crystal in the middle on an altar. No sooner than you took a scared, confused step forward it spoke - Daughter of Hestia, Camp Seventeen.Â
âThe Oracle only recognises those who have God's blood. So if youâre telling me you donât have any powers and this is all a mistake, you must think Iâm an idiot.âÂ
âIf youâre so smart-â You narrowed your eyes at him. â-why donât you do that mind reading thing you do and figure out what my powers are?â
âI canât read minds Y/n,â Jihoon looked at you quizzically. âIâm not Athenaâs progeny.âÂ
âY-you canât? But all these daysâŠ..â You blinked at him confused. âOh my god, can Jeonghan??âÂ
He shook his head. âNeither can Jeonghan. Not all of Athenaâs children are mind readers. Iâve only ever come across one in my life and if she wasnât busy shuffling through everyoneâs brain in the quest, perhaps she wouldnât have been killed.âÂ
You opened your mouth and then shut it, unsure which of the hundred questions in your mind to ask first.Â
âIf you really must know, my father is the God of Medicine which makes me a natural healer.â He leaned back with a small smile. âI donât read peopleâs minds but their bodies. I can tell when one is sick, or hungryâŠ.or even horny.âÂ
You gulped, feeling your heartbeat raise. Could he tell that too?Â
âIt goes without saying that a demigod's powers are associated with their parentage. So as the daughter of the Goddess of Hearth and Home, Iâm assuming you have some sort of bond with fire.âÂ
Tightening your fists, you refused to meet his eye.Â
It made sense why you never told anyone in the human world about your ability to create fire out of thin air but somehow you couldnât bring yourself to tell anyone in the demi-world either.Â
You had seen the powers the boys had - Seokmin was the son of Posiedon, God of the Sea, but he couldnât create water, only bend it. And Mingyu? His father was the literal God of Fire and even he was only immune to flames.Â
But you, birthing fire from thin air? Something told you that even in the world of demigods, the world where you belonged, you were a freak.
âOr maybe Iâm an architect because of you know, the âhomeâ bit.âÂ
âI donât think so. Your college preference is pretty much just a personal interest.âÂ
âThen I guess I donât have any powers.â You shrugged. âMaybe the Oracle made a mistake.âÂ
âThe Oracle isnât human. It never makes mistakes.âÂ
âThen maybe my powers are too insignificant for us to care. I mean think about it - what can the daughter of such a goddess have to offer? I most definitely donât have anything of value.âÂ
Jihoon stared at you like he had too many thoughts.Â
âDo you know the life cycle of a demigod?âÂ
You shook your head confused about where he was going with this.
âNot everyone born half breed inherits powers and even if they do, it is dormant until puberty. At the ages of 16 to 18, demigods are at their highest energies which gives them an aura that makes them instantly identifiable - the stronger their abilities, the stronger the aura. After they are picked either by their parents or our scout force, theyâre taken to the Oracle who puts them in camp where they will be best suited to train and learn to harness their powers. If a demigod isnât placed in camp by 18, you best believe that they are dead.âÂ
âHuh?â You blinked. âWhy is that?âÂ
âBecause either the inability to handle their own powers will kill them or in rare cases, monsters.âÂ
âM-monsters?âÂ
âThereâs always good and bad in the world. Where you have gods, you have monsters too.â Jihoon opened one of the books to a page filled with sketches of the most gruesome creatures youâd ever seen. âMost of our predecessors have already locked up many of these in the Underworld but there are still some out there, lurking around. If they sense an aura and you arenât trained for combat, you donât stand a chance.âÂ
âSo you think because Iâve managed to survive the last seven years, on my own and untrained, I am powerful?â You frowned. âDid you consider the fact that perhaps my aura was so weak no one could detect me?âÂ
âI did. That was my first assumption till the Oracle.â He leaned onto the table. âEven Gods have to touch the orb for a reading but your mere presence lit her up Y/n. Your aura isnât weak, itâs different and my guess is it has something to do with being Hestia's daughter.âÂ
You hummed, trying to make sense of things. âWell, did the same thing happen with her other children?âÂ
Jihoon shook his head. âWe donât know. Unfortunately for us, there are no other known children of Hestia - you are the first ever.âÂ
You stared at him, letting the weight of his words sink in.Â
âIâm her only child?âÂ
Jihoon nodded slowly.Â
If that were true, the whole of last week made no sense. Ever since you had discovered the temple, you had been trying to reach out to your mother every other hour. You assumed she might have been busy or probably had too many places to be to tend to you, but to learn that you were her only progeny and she still didnât care hurt differently.Â
Scoffing sadly you shook your head. âWhat kind of mother doesnât care about her only child?âÂ
âOne who is not proud of her momentary lapse of judgement.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
Jihoon sighed. âHestia is one of the three virgin goddesses, along with Artemis and Athena. Sheâs not supposed to have any offspring, much less one with a human. If anything, you are a walking talking symbol of her weakness.âÂ
âI am her child-âÂ
âIn theory.â Jihoon emphasised. âBut in reality, youâre merely a fragment of her.âÂ
âI donât understand.âÂ
âHumans and Gods donât mix Y/n. Hell, even humans and demigods canât.âÂ
âIâm aware.âÂ
Jihoon took a pause before he narrowed his eyes at you playfully. âWhy and how are you aware of that?âÂ
âIrrelevant.â You brushed off. âBut if what youâre saying is true, how can demigods even come to be?âÂ
âBecause itâs not unlike even the Gods to succumb to lust. At any time they feel particularly attracted to a human they enchant their partners.â When you frowned like you didnât understand, he sighed and continued. âEnchantment is what we call the process of godsâŠto crudely put it, possessing people. Taking over their bodies, controlling them.âÂ
Your jaw dropped.Â
âYou mean they possess one person to have sex with another???âÂ
âWell, sometimes itâs just sex but sometimes it is love. They stay on Earth for years together till the lesser gods arenât able to handle things and they are forced to go back.â Jihoon got up, pacing around the room. âDemigods are born to two human parents who are completely unaware about what happened with them and what their child actually is.âÂ
âWowâ You breathed out dumbfounded. âYou mean to say I have two parents in the Mortal world and one sitting in Olympus-â Jihoon nodded. â-and neither of them care about me?âÂ
Jihoon looked at you like you had given him more information than he asked for.Â
âI canât speak for your mortal parents but as far as Gods are concerned, they donât really care about their half human childrenâŠâŠ unless they are powerful.â He locked his arms behind his back. âDemigods train for years to become worthy of their parents' attention.âÂ
âSo being a demigod isnât really a gift after all.âÂ
Sighing, Jihoon sat down beside you. âYou canât allow yourself to be governed by emotions Y/n. You are the result of a Godâs lack of resistance to impulses - those who sit in Olympus have their own flaws. If you run your whole life seeking their validation, you will keep running. They will keep you running.âÂ
âWhat do I do then?â You blinked at him lost. âI think I have more than one question I want to ask the woman because of whom my life is a mess. How do I get her to notice me?âÂ
âPlay it smart. First, learn about our world and the things that shape it. Understand how Olympus works - what the God's weaknesses are, what ticks them off, what will bring them on your side.â He turned to you. âIf you play your cards right, trust me, your mother will come looking for you in no time.â
Letting out a deep breath, you whispered hesitantly. âWill you teach me how?âÂ
Smiling in a way that made your stomach turn a lot differently than it used to for Jihoon before, he nodded. âI'd love to.âÂ
You didnât even realise when your supposed two hour session with Jihoon dragged on till after the sun had set.Â
By the end of it, you had a book full of notes stuffed in your backpack and a head full of information that your instructor had filled. As you stepped out of the library building, Jihoon offered to walk you back to Seungcheolâs house given it was nightfall and as much as you wanted to continue talking to him, you politely refused. You werenât ready to face that man just yet but just as you began walking towards the Great Hall to grab a snack or two, your eyes fell on Jeonghan and Seungcheol whispering away near the trees.Â
As you skidded to a stop in your path, they turned towards you, both surprised and relieved by your presence. When you noticed Jeonghan nudge Seungcheol making him take a step towards you, you immediately walked back, knocking into someone behind you, earning a shriek.Â
âWatch it rookie.â Seungkwan muttered as you apologised under your breath. From the corner of your eye, you noticed a couple of the guys standing fully dressed like they were headed out to a party.Â
âY/n.â Seungcheol took another step, trying to get your attention again. âWe need to talk-âÂ
âI canât,â You walked over to the boys, placing yourself right in the middle of the group. âIâm going out tonight.âÂ
âDressed like that?â Seungcheol raised his eyebrows, looking up to down at a really old t-shirt you had donned over a pair of worn out shorts.Â
âFunny that a man who pairs socks with sandals is judging me about my outfit.âÂ
Behind you the boys snickered, glancing down at Seungcheolâs feet.Â
âThatâs not my point-âÂ
âCan you drop my bag in my room?â You looked over the leaderâs shoulder at his sidekick. âSince you love roaming around that house anyways.âÂ
Jeonghan caught the bag you threw to him, sighing as he swung it over his shoulder.Â
âWell, that would make a total of eight of us..âŠâ Seokmin looked around, doing a headcount. âDinoâs car can take us all but it will be a bit congested-âÂ
âI can take my bike.â Mingyu offered, running his hands through his hair. âItâll be more convenient for you guys and-âÂ
âCan I ride with you?â You turned to Mingyu, looking at him just a little pleadingly.Â
Even though you were on the way to a party, you werenât in the mood to be stuffed in a small car with a bunch of guys right now - all you wanted was some air and space away from Seungcheol.Â
Shooting you a small smirk, Mingyu nodded, just in time for his mechanical bull to jog over, modifying into a slick bike the moment it neared him. As he got on, you followed him, gripping his shoulders as you clambered on.Â
âHold tight.âÂ
Wrapping your arms around his waist, you glanced at the two boys left behind - Seungcheolâs jaw was tight and Jeonghan looked mildly curious, eyes darting where your body pressed up against Mingyuâs back. You could tell the normally cocky Mingyu did seem slightly tense under your touch, perhaps because you were not wearing a bra and he could feel everything very clearly.Â
âShall we?â He muttered, turning on the engine.Â
Sighing, you nodded, a part of you well aware that tonight was most definitely going to be a long night.Â
âLetâs go.âÂ
âIâve been to funerals better than this.âÂ
You muttered to Seokmin about fifteen minutes after reaching the house that the boys had brought you to for the night. Your expectation had been that of a frat party, one with pizzas and chips and dip and booze instead you were looking at a living room filled with pink balloons, rose gold streamers and french appetisers.Â
âWait till Soonyoungâs alcohol goes around.â Seokmin half giggled, grabbing a canape from the table. âThings always get so much fun after that.âÂ
You watched the man in question pulling out some bottles from his pockets, handing them over to some boys at the corner of the room.Â
The moment Chanâs car had stopped at the location, all the boys had practically disappeared. Seungkwan headed over to a bunch of people Mingyu said were some of his very close friends. No sooner than he said that, he too disappeared as did Chan, Soonyoung and Mingao. The only ones who remained by your side were Seokmin and Joshua but just as you stepped into the house, a couple of girls pulled Joshua away, leaving you with your current company.Â
âWhy do I feel like something about Soonyoungâs alcohol is sketchy?âÂ
âMaybe because itâs an illegal blend?â Seokmin shrugged before realising what he had let slip. âYou cannot tell anyone. Everyone in camp will kill him and Soonyoung will resurrect and kill me.âÂ
Laughing you shook your head, grabbing a cracker and topping it with brie, stomach rumbling due to the lack of dinner.Â
âYou donât have to keep me company Seokmin.â You turned to the man who was sweet enough to stay by your side. âI donât wanna ruin your night.âÂ
âItâs no big deal.â He muttered, putting himself between you and a drunk guy leaning over you to grab a drink from the table. âI know you donât know anyone here-âÂ
âIâm not looking to socialise anyways.â You confessed, piling a bunch of stuff on your plate. âIâm just going to sit outside and grab a bite in, hopefully, some peace and quiet.âÂ
âOh.â Seokmin looked a little upset, like he wanted to hang out with you but before you could tell him that you didnât mind his company, Mingyu popped by out of nowhere, pulling his friend by the elbow and dragging him away excitedly. Chuckling, you got back to piling your plate.Â
âYou worked up an appetite.âÂ
You turned to see Soonyoung hovering behind you, hands tucked in his pocket.Â
âYeahâŠ.â You shoved a spoonful of cold but nevertheless tasty pasta salad into your mouth. âApparently spending three hours learning about Greek gods can really drain you.âÂ
âJihoon can be a bit intense with teaching.â Soonyoung laughed, nonchalantly wiping the cream at the edge of your lips with his thumb. âThe trick is to remind him about his workout. He'll drop everything and run.âÂ
âHuh.â You laughed uncertainly before struggling to swallow your bite and turning to him. He stared at you stuffing your mouth with an expression you couldnât quite read.Â
âSoonyoung weâŠ. â You swallowed. âWe didn't get to talk about last night.â
âOh.â Soonyoung blinked. âWhat about it?â
About what he said. About if you heard it right. About if he meant it.Â
âAbout if whatever happened wasâŠ. of any use with Mina?â You diverted like a coward.
âI uh haven't spoken to her yet.â Soonyoung confessed, scratching the back of his head. âSurprisingly I haven't returned any of her calls.â
âWhy is that?âÂ
âI don't know.â He looked at you intently. âI don't feel like doing it.â
âIs thereâŠâ You whispered softly, wondering if you should even be asking this. If you were ready for his answer. â....something else you feel like doing?â
Soonyoung nodded, his tongue running across his lower lip, his eyes darting to your mouth. Just as it seemed like he leaned in, out of nowhere, the most beautiful girl you had ever seen, threw her arms around Soonyoung's neck, pulling his mouth to hers instead.Â
âHoshi.â She mumbled against his lips, pressing her body up against him not so subtly.Â
You weren't sure why exactly you were continuing to watch the two people before you shoving their tongues into each other's mouth but perhaps that's how shock worked. Though you didn't have the intention of continuing anything at all with Soonyoung, something about being interrupted this way stung differently.Â
By the time they had separated, you had chugged an entire can of beer, crushing the metal in your hand.
âAnd who might this be?â She looked at you, pushing her hair back.Â
âShe's the new member of camp seventeen Y/n,â He pointed between the two of you, âY/n, this is Mina, my uhâŠ.â
âGirlfriend.â She smiled, with an unbelievably perfect set of teeth. âSo the rumours are true. The infamous all-boys-celibate camp finally has a female presence. Tell me,â Her eyes glowed. âHave you gotten your eyes on any of them? Or even better,â She lowered her voice. âHave you gotten your hands on any of them already?â
You looked at Soonyoung, utterly uncomfortable.Â
âMina, you canât ask such things-â
âWhy not? It'll be between just us girls-âÂ
âPlease.â He pulled her back. âLast I saw you, we broke up and now you just waltz back and-âÂ
âI know, I know. We never should have broken up in the first place. That whole fight was stupid.â She pouted, wrapping her arms around him tighter. âForget about it Soonyoung-âÂ
âForget about it?â His expression was of disbelief. âSo you don't have anything to say to me?âÂ
She looked away, pretending like she was thinking before turning back to him with a smirk. âYes, I do. I didn't wear any underwear today.âÂ
Inwardly groaning you stared at the design of the tile hoping the ground would just swallow you instead. You wanted to get the fuck out of here since this conversation was of no interest to you but moving was impossible with both their intertwined figures blocking the way.Â
âCome on Soonyoung, it's been so long and I'm in the mood tonight. The bedrooms on the second floor wonât be free for long.âÂ
Soonyoungâs adam's apple shifted, his words stuck somewhere there as Mina held him by the wrist and began leading him away. As he was dragged off, you expected him to turn and shoot you a grateful look, instead, he looked at you wistfully.Â
Your plan was simple - stuff your face with all the incredibly bougie food, catch some air in the patio away from all the noise and then leave with the boys whenever they were ready to go. Instead here you were, your plate somewhere unattended while you were gripping the edge of the sink, leaning over it, chest heaving as you stared into the mirror.Â
Now you knew you werenât supposed to be hogging the washroom for this long but you couldnât bear to go out. One, you didnât want to see Soonyoung and his girlfriend again - especially if she was going to be all over him like a leech because something about that sight made your stomach turn violently. And two, you were somehow, for no reason at all, incredibly wet.
Perhaps it was because suddenly, everyone in the party was quite literally all over each other, or because you were thinking about what happened in Soonyoungâs residence this time yesterday, or because you were just plain desperate to have something, anything inside you.Â
Last night awakened something in you that you didnât know existed and now nothing seemed to satiate the beast. Chiding yourself for being out here when you could have been in your own room, having your way with Soonyoungâs toy or your own fingers maybe, you gripped the sink tighter, feeling your heart rate rise unprompted. It was getting harder and harder to stay modest.Â
The only thing that stopped you from putting your hand down your pants in a house full of sixty people on the other side of the door, was the knock on it.Â
âWhat part of I am throwing up in here do you not- Oh!â You gasped, walking back as the door flung open and in stepped a slightly inebriated Chan. âWhat are you doing!?âÂ
âYou wonât open the doorâŠ.â He slurred. âItâs been so long, Seokmin was worried.âÂ
âHow the hell did you open three locksâŠ.â You stared at the door as he slowly shut it behind him.Â
âMy father is the God of thieves. Are you really surprised that I can open any lock and any door?âÂ
âI guess not.â You muttered, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. âBut you didnât need to, I was going to come out-âÂ
âYouâve been in here for over 20 minutes.â Chan crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. âI thought you passed out or something.âÂ
âI wish.â
Passing out would be much better than whatever was going on between your legs.Â
âYou donât look like youâre enjoying the party.âÂ
âIâm not. Iâm just waiting for us to head back.âÂ
âThen why ask to tag along?â He raised his eyebrow. âDoes it have anything to do with the hostility between you and Seungcheol?âÂ
âSo you noticed.âÂ
âI think everyone did.â Chan chuckled. âDo you want to tell me why or should I guess?âÂ
âShoot your shot.âÂ
Chan shrugged all knowingly, âHe rejected you.âÂ
You looked up at the boy before you so fast, you nearly fell back thanks to the inertia.Â
âW-what makes you think that?â
âSons of Zeus and Daughters of Aphrodite have a natural tendency to attract the opposite sex.â He stated like it was obvious. âSeungcheol has women swooning over him like they're in some sort of trance. He doesn't really care for them because he knows it's a mere chemical attraction thanks to his dad. Instead he just ignores them or if things get unbearable, he breaks their hearts so they snap out of it.âÂ
You knew Chan had to be quite tipsy to so bluntly place you in the list of women Seungcheol had rejected. It wasn't like that was it? Yesterday in the rain, he had hinted his feelings for you, he almost kissed you butâŠ.. what about what you were feeling? Was this irresistible attraction you felt towards him nothing but chemical?Â
Considering how you had been feeling since Mina wrapped herself all over SoonyoungâŠ. You wouldn't have felt that if your heart was set out on Seungcheol right?Â
Then againâŠ.. it was Seungcheolâs name that left your mouth as you orgasmed yesterday.Â
Staring at the floor you shook your head slightly. You could not think about last night again, not with how soaked you already were at the moment.Â
âHey,â Chan inched closer, putting his finger under your chin, lifting your face to meet your eyes. He did not however notice the way you pressed your thighs together at his touch. His eyes skimmed over the features of your face, a slight amused smile forming on his face. âYouâre flushedâŠ. Did you have any of Soonyoungâs alcohol?âÂ
You shook your head but were unable to shake his fingers from your face. âHis blend is not my drink of choice.âÂ
âOh gods, please donât tell me you had any beer.âÂ
âI think I had two cansâŠâŠ or maybe four?â You frowned. âI can't remember but I'm not drunk! Beer barely makes me-âÂ
âY/n,â Sighing, Chan finally let you go. âParty rule number one, you never drink alcohol at an Aphrodite rager.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
âBecause Aphroditeâs children are a bunch of troublemakers. Donât let their gorgeous faces fool you.â He brushed the hair off your face. âYou must think people like Joshua are the finest to walk the Earth, but donât judge a man without knowing his stories.âÂ
Joshua? You frowned. How could he be anything but a sweetheart? Soonyoungâs girlfriend maybe was an obnoxious toad but not Joshua. He was flawless.Â
âYou might as well have drank Soonyoungâs disgusting blend.â Chan muttered. âWhy do you think his alcohol sells so well at these parties?âÂ
âBecause his annoyingly beautiful girlfriend is a daughter of Aphrodite?âÂ
âYes, but also because only the insane drink the booze served at an Aphrodite party. She may be the goddess of Love but sheâs also the goddess of Sex and more importantly, her children are addicted to it.â Chan looked at you just a little worried. âThose drinks are their special concoctions of aphrodisiacs.âÂ
âA-aphrodisiacs???âÂ
âAphrodite, aphrodisiacs - not far off huh?â He shrugged. âIâm not sure if it hit you yet - do you feel anything?âÂ
âNoâŠ.â You shook your head.Â
The correct answer was hell yes. Everything going on with you suddenly made sense but you couldn't tell Chan that, not him.Â
âAre you not feeling unnaturally hot?â He looked at you concerned as he sat down beside you, his body unwittingly brushing against yours. âDoesn't the tiniest bit of proximity rile you up?âÂ
You didnât answer him. You didn't need him to know just how much even his presence was affecting you thanks to those stupid sex potions.
âI should tell you beforehand, when it hits, itâs going to be intense but the longer you resist it, the stronger it gets.â You turned to him, only just realising how close his face was to yours. âThe only chance you have of getting out of itâŠ. is to give in.âÂ
Gulping you stared at him. The boy who was always bright, laughing around and cracking jokes like he was an old man was looking at you with unusually darkened eyes, his thighs pressed against yours, your hand inches away from him.Â
The only chance you have of getting it out is to give in.
âChan do you thinkâŠ.â You gulped. â...you can guard the door for a while?â
Perhaps if it were anyone but Lee Chan you would have climbed them by now. Because he was right - the more you tried to control yourself, the more you felt yourself slipping. But not with Chan, definitely not with him. He was far too sweet and innocent to be dragged into whatever mess was going on with you.Â
âI might uh need a few minutes alone here.â You mumbled.Â
Chan blinked like he didn't understand but when you looked away, wiping the sweat trickling down your neck in a pretty cold room, he seemed like he got it.Â
âOh y-yeah sure.â He got up quickly, not looking at you. âI'll be right outside.â
And with that he scurried out, closing the door behind him.Â
The moment he disappeared you smacked your head - you didn't particularly enjoy beer anyways, why did you have to drink it tonight? If you were being honest, it was because of Soonyoung and his irritatingly gorgeous girlfriend and their unnecessary antics right in front of you face-Â
No.Â
No no no.Â
You couldn't be spiralling with these thoughts again. Chan said the longer you resisted, it was going to get worse so you were going to do whatever it took to get this feeling out of your system.Â
As you unbuttoned your shorts, you got up and leaned against the sink to avoid seeing your face in the mirror, barely able to meet your own eyes given what you were about to do. Pushing your embarrassment aside considering the need of the hour, you slid your hand past the material of your underwear, fingers feeling exactly how drenched you were.Â
âFucking hell.â You muttered. How was it possible that you were this wet absolutely unprompted and for no reason at all? What the hell was in those concoctions??Â
You thought you could just get off with your own fingers but given how easily they were sliding past your hole there was no way you could do this on your own, especially not here. Annoyed, you pulled your hand out and turned, washing it under the running water, sighing at your reflection in the mirror. Chan was right, you were incredibly flushed, your pupils were blown and the sheen of sweat was very evident - oh it was definitely getting worse.Â
Maybe you could go find Mingyu and convince him to give you a ride back to camp. If you could get your hands on Soonyoungâs toy again, you could help yourself out of this. That was perhaps the best thing to do right now.Â
Adjusting your hair and your clothes, you gave yourself a determined nod and opened the door, expecting to see Chan but finding someone else entirely guarding the door.
âM-Minghao.â You stuttered as he looked over his shoulder, eyes finding you.
âParty rule number two, never trust Lee Chan to do anything in a party with alcohol.âÂ
You should have known - he might be your age but Chan was like an overexcited child. And did Minghao just say rule number two? Did that mean he was awareâŠ.
âYouâre still very aroused.â He smirked as you felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment. âIâm guessing whatever you were trying to do in there didnât work out.âÂ
You groaned. âI canât believe Chan told you-âÂ
âHe didnât.â Minghao shook his head amused. You watched as he ran his eyes from your face down. âHe didnât have to, itâs pretty evident.âÂ
âI just need to get home and Iâll be fine-âÂ
âI donât think so.â He dropped his voice, his wide frame covering anyone from seeing you. âOn the contrary, you might quite literally pounce on the first guy you see-âÂ
âYouâre the first guy.âÂ
Minghaoâs eyes darkened as he looked at you wordlessly. Strangely, you felt something shift inside you too - oh god he was right.
âHow much longer-â
âThereâs bedrooms upstairs you know-âÂ
âAre you guys done-â Â
âNo.â Minghao shook his head, silencing the voices behind him as he slid his bracelet off his wrist and hooked it to the door handle, eyes not leaving you even once. âGet in.âÂ
Surprisingly you obeyed, taking a step back, allowing him to enter as he closed the door behind him much to the disappointment of the many queueing outside.Â
âY/n,â How was his voice so much deeper suddenly? âThis is the exact kind of trouble the Aphrodite children are looking for. They want the drama that comes from the inability to control oneself, youâre better than that.âÂ
âWhat do you want me to do?â You groaned. âBefore you shoved me back in here, I was trying to leave and get back to camp so I can deal with it myself-âÂ
âThe art of war lies in self control.â He slid his arms in his pockets, looking at you just like he did every morning on the training field. âAs a demigod, you are at your best when you learn how to control yourself. People misunderstand how this aphrodisiac works - you don't have to give in, it does wear off after a point. Most just don't happen to be able to control themselves till then.â
âWears off at what point because Minghao, it's been barely 20 minutes since Iâve had those drinks and Iâm barely able to get a hold of myself.âÂ
âWhich is precisely why leaving right now is a horrible idea - you donât have a hold over yourself.â He let out a deep breath. âWe can fix it. We can stay here for however long you need and you can let this pass. Consider it a lesson in your training.âÂ
âWeâre training in the middle of a party?âÂ
âAs warriors weâre always training.â He walked past you, sitting on the edge of the bathtub like you had been just a while ago, looking annoyingly relaxed. âDo you think I enjoy these all-pink, snooty french parties? I come here just for the drinks.âÂ
Your jaw dropped. âY-you had the beer too?âÂ
Minghao nodded.Â
âOn purpose? After knowing what they do?âÂ
He nodded again.
âWhy in the world would you do that?âÂ
âTo practise self control.â He stated like it was obvious.
âBy drugging yourself?âÂ
âA good warrior is one who doesnât allow himself to be governed by any kind of emotion - lust is usually the hardest to control.âÂ
âSo that concoction has no effect on you?âÂ
âIt's starting to hit.â Minghao looked at you intently as your eyes flickered down to his pants, noticing the bulge. âBut I'm not the kind to give in.âÂ
âWell I think I'm the kind to.â You muttered, throat going dry as you peeled your eyes away. Minghao didn't. âI don't know how to explain it.â You shut your eyes tight, embarrassed of the words leaving you but you knew he might be the only person who understood where you were at. âbut I have this feeling like I'm being clawed on the inside, like if I don't have anything in me right this second, I might just lose my mind.â
âI get it.â Your eyes flew open to find him standing right in front of you, his face inches away. âI feel like I'm on the edge of my sanity too but you can fight it.âÂ
Gulping you looked at the way his lips moved, the vein of his neck stark as was his collarbone peeking from under his shirt. Before this, you hadnât actually noticed just how handsome Minghao was.Â
âl can't.â You whispered, running your eyes over his features. âCanâŠcan you help me?âÂ
Leaning closer, his gaze hardened. You could see there were thoughts running in that head of his - the warrior was engaged in a battle with himself.Â
âMinghao please.â
Grabbing your waist, he spun you around swiftly, trapping you between his hands and the sink, meeting your eyes in the reflection of the mirror.Â
âHelp you how?âÂ
You looked at how his mouth was right by your ear and his frame so wide behind you that he was engulfing you merely with his presence. On one hand there were his arms, veins running up them as he gripped the edge of the sink and on the other was the fact that if you just took one step back, you knew you would feel his length pressed against you - both of which were making things exponentially worse.Â
âTell me how you want me to help Y/n.â He muttered, his breath soft against your ear.
âI⊠you know how-âÂ
âI was helping. I was telling you what to do-â
âCan't you do something instead?â Knowing exactly what you were doing, you took a small step back, pressing your back against his chest and your ass against his length. âDidn't you say it hit you too?âÂ
You thought it was a fair enough proposition. Both of you had taken the drink so it was easy to put the blame on it for anything that might potentially happen.
âBut I don't need any help.â He shook his head adamantly. âIf I help you, what's in it for me?âÂ
âI'll owe you one.â You sighed. âWhenever, wherever, please MinghaoâŠ.â
âRemember those words.â He whispered, his hand snaking around your waist to unbutton your shorts, fingers lingering over your skin.Â
âW-wait.â You gasped. Though this was exactly what you were expecting when you asked for his help, as it blended into reality, you felt an uncertainty kick in. âW-what if someone opens the door-â
âA door that has the bracelet of Ares on it?â Minghao's reflection raised his eyes amused. âThey'd be crazy to.âÂ
âb-but what ifâŠ. I'm too loud or something. Wouldn't we be in trouble?â
âY/n.â His hand drew back just a little. âAre you sure you want me toâŠ.âÂ
âYes.â You shut your eyes mortified that just the feeling of him withdrawing his touch was physically painful. âYes please âŠâÂ
Almost instantly Minghao obeyed, his hand snaking past the material of your shorts, just the thin layer of your underwear keeping his fingers away from you.Â
âOh you poor thing, you're drenched.â
You nodded as his hand pushed aside your panties, running his digits along your folds, smearing your arousal everywhere, a fingertip prodding your hole ever so slightly.Â
âI'm not sure two fingers are enough for you.â He muttered, groaning. âYou really want a dick inside don't you?âÂ
âSo bad.â You whispered back. âI wouldn't even mind two of them in me right now-âÂ
You felt your words die in your throat as Minghao chuckled, slipping his fingers into your wet hole. âLet's start with two of these first.âÂ
A soft moan left you as you agreed, hands gripping the edge tighter as his digits simply stayed inside you.Â
âLook at you.â He muttered in your ear. âOpen your eyes and look at yourself.âÂ
Hesitating you obeyed, catching sight of the two of you in the mirror as his free hand wrapped around your waist, holding you in place against him. Something about the way your small frame fit against his wider one wasâŠ.nice.Â
You wanted to ask him to move his fingers, to give you something but before you said it, he slowly began pumping his digits in and out, burying his face in the dip of your neck. As his mouth brushed your skin, you felt yourself tense around his fingers.Â
âSo tight. â He mumbled. âOh you'd be such a delight to fuck.âÂ
âThen fuck me.â You moaned as his fingers picked up speed.Â
âTempting.â His voice left him like a low growl as his teeth grazed your skin. âBut I'm a man of principles.âÂ
âAre you sure?â Reaching for the hand on your waist, you led it up your torso under your shirt, guiding him to your tits. Â
âNo bra?â He half groaned, squeezing it. âWhat a doll.â
âDon't you want to fuck me?â Moaning you tried to push your ass further against his rock hard self. âUse me and we can both be free of this-âÂ
âDon't be greedy Y/n.â Contrary to his words, he let a third finger join his act. âTake what I'm giving you.âÂ
Feeling a lot more full now, you felt your jaw slacken and no words left as both his hands took turns to harshly pump and squeeze, his mouth along your shoulder and neck, leaving painful, stinging marks of red.Â
âFaster.â You panted as his tongue ran along your skin to soothe the burn and fingers obeyed, stretching you out just right. Minghao could tell it wasn't enough and his thumb darted to your clit, having you keen in his arms. The moment he curled his fingers up, met your eyes in the reflection and whispered, âcum for me doll.â, all that was building inside you instantly snapped, your orgasm washing over you in waves.Â
Thank god he held you up against him because as you pressed your legs, riding out your climax, they began trembling. When your sight became clear and you came around, Minghao slowly let you go but whatever fire was burning inside you was not satiated.Â
Fucking hell.Â
âYou need more?â Minghao chuckled as he took a step back and you turned to him, eyes still hooded with lust.Â
âPerhaps just anotherâŠâ You ran your hand down his chest, unzipping his hoodie, revealing his black tank top. âFinish off the favour.âÂ
âI donât think so.â He shook his head. âAs your campmate I did help. But now as your trainer, I'm going to let you get over the rest on your own.âÂ
âMinghaoâŠ.â You groaned. If he was going to leave you halfway, he might as well not have done anything. Now you were, in fact, much more turned that you didn't think his fingers could even do the job anymoreâŠ..you needed the whole package.Â
But like he said, Minghao was a man of principles, he wouldn't give inâŠ. unless you could tempt him enough?Â
Humming you looked around. The four walls of this bathroom did not seem like the right place to try and entice him but thankfully, you remembered Soonyoungâs girlfriend mentioning the bedrooms upstairs.Â
âFine.â You agreed, adjusting your clothes and buttoning up while Minghao washed his hands. Perhaps if the two of you found yourself in the proximity of one of those rooms, you could get him to succumb.
As you pulled your hair into a ponytail, Minghao opened the door, holding it for you to leave first but being the girl you were, you wantonly brushed your hand against his erection, pretending your actions were innocent. He stared at you as you walked away from him, stopping only at the edge of the staircase to glance at him before heading up, hoping he was following.Â
Pushing through the crowd of people making out and feeling each other up in a way that was far from decent, you glanced down the corridor, slightly surprised. The house didnât seem so big from the outside but the corridor before you looked endless with dozens of rooms on either side. You walked past them, avoiding the ones with socks on the knobs, knocking on some to receive screams of âgo awayâ and âtakenâ and opening some unanswered doors to sights you wished you never saw. Half disturbed and half amused you continued to try and find an empty room when the sound of a particular something made you stop your tracks, eyes widening.Â
Your name.Â
Your name sounding like a strangled moan, repeated over and over, getting breathless with each word.
Gulping, you slowly pushed the door next to you open, both terrified and curious about what you were going to see because a part of you recognised that voice - it was one you heard on camp all the time.Â
Sure enough, before you was a large bed, Soonyoung sitting against the headboard, his pants pushed down his thighs and his dick in his fist, pumping it hard and fast. He didnât seem to notice your presence, his eyes screwed shut as your name continued to spill from his mouth. Of course this wasnât the first time you were seeing Soonyoung do this but something had most definitely changed since last time.Â
When you took a step ahead, letting the door close behind you, the click of it shutting was what finally got his attention, his eyes flying open. Catching sight of you he immediately swore loudly, tucking his length back into his pants, face turning a lot more red than it already was.Â
âGod woman, how long have you-âÂ
âLong enough to hear whose name you were saying.â You looked at him guiltily. âSoonyoung, you have a girlfriend-âÂ
âMina and I are not together.â He confessed, gulping.âShe wanted to but for the first time ever I refused toâŠ.âÂ
âWhy?â You whispered, terrified of the answer. Please, please, please. Kwon Soonyoung cannot be in love with you.Â
âFor the last ten years I thought no one could make me feel the way she did and thatâs why the two of us belong with each other butâŠ.â He sighed. âI learnt that thatâs not true.âÂ
You blinked at him as he looked at you softly.Â
âAnd you know why itâs not true.âÂ
âSoonyoung weâŠ.â You walked in, sitting on the edge of the bed. âWhat happened between us was just a favour, one friend to another. How can there be something between us-âÂ
âI know.â He nodded. âIâm not saying Iâm in love with you or something, IâŠ. I myself donât really know, all this is new to me too.âÂ
âBut what you were doing,â You tried not to glance at his pants where his erection was still very much evident. âThat seemed like-âÂ
âY/n Iâve only ever been with one woman my whole life who gave me a boner before I turned her down for good.â He couldnât look at you either. âWhat else could I really doâŠ..âÂ
A part of you understood him. You too were incredibly wound for a while now and you knew what it was like to try and fight it - you too had succumbed. In fact you were still not fully rid of the feeling and Soonyoung was right before you, just as aroused. Yesterday could be justified as an ignorant act whose consequences were not expected but if you went through with this today, there was no coming back from it. It wouldnât be rightâŠ..
.
.
.
But fuck it.Â
âYou didnât finish, did you?âÂ
Soonyoung shook his head slowly
Sighing, you kicked off your shoes and climbed on the bed on all fours, crawling towards him as he held his breath.Â
âThis is yet another favour.â You clarified, more to yourself than him, âJust so you can understand if it's me you want to fuck or just anyone who's not your girlfriend.âÂ
W-what?â He stuttered as your hand found the waistband of his pants. âWe're going toâŠ?âÂ
âWe don't have to if you don't want to-âÂ
âYes.â He breathed out, nodding fast. âGod yes I want to.âÂ
Smiling just a little, you pulled his pants down a bit, the way they were when you had entered. His erection sprung out, lying against his shirt, the tip pink and flushed. You were familiar with how it looked, but this was the most up close you had seen it and the first time you touched it as you wrapped your wrist around the base, earning a hiss from him.Â
âHow long have you been hard?âÂ
âOver 20 minutes.â He groaned. âEver since we spoke at the tableâŠ. your ass looked fucking good when you bent over the table.âÂ
âYeah?â You pumped his length slowly. âYou're not too bad yourself. Your abs are hot.â
Almost immediately, without needing to be told, Soonyoung pulled his sweatshirt over his head, tossing it on the floor.Â
âGood boy.â Tongue darting out, you licked the precum on his slit, looking up at his blown pupils. âYou taste good too.âÂ
âFuck y/n, I might just cum right now.âÂ
âIn my mouth?â You cooed. âNot inside me?â
Groaning Soonyoung threw his head back. Honestly, you had no idea how these words were even leaving you - you owed it to both the aphrodisiac coursing through you and also how submissive Soonyoung seemed in your hands. So reactive, so easy to please.Â
The moment you took his tip in your mouth, his hand gripped your ponytail, trying to push himself further in. Pulling back with a wet pop, you clicked your tongue.Â
âUh huh.â You shook your head. âIf we do this we do this my way.âÂ
âDo whatever the fuck you want.â He panted, his thighs twitching. âI'm all yours.âÂ
Although you had some thoughts about that statement you didn't voice them. One because you really wanted to suck him off and two because you heard a voice you knew most definitely wasn't Soonyoung.Â
âSo this is how you choose to tempt me.âÂ
Before you Soonyoung froze, eyes looking past you at the door where Minghao was standing. You could tell the man before you was both shocked and embarrassed and wanted to cover himself up but you didn't move to give him room for that.Â
âIf you're worried about your modesty Kwon, you should know I don't give a fuck.â Minghao leaned back against the door. âI'm only interested in what Y/n has to offer.âÂ
Soonyoung looked at you confused as you smiled just a little. Oh you managed to crack him and it didn't even take much.Â
âTell him my offer is still open.â You ran your tongue from his base up. âIf youâre okay with it too that is.âÂ
Soonyoungâs eyes widened, finally realising what was happening. You doubted that he wouldn't be okay with it - the man was quite literally falling apart in your hands.Â
Sure enough, he slowly nodded.
âFrom only one woman ever to this overnight?â Minghao raised his eyebrow. âYour girlfriend must've put you up to a really strong dose of those sex potions.âÂ
âI didn't drink a-any beer.â Soonyoung muttered as you ran your eyes over his face. He was the same as you - pupils widened, face flushed, breath fast and shallow.Â
Oh.Â
âYou're telling me that woman isn't capable of slipping in a little something to entice her boyfriend who won't crawl back to her like he always does?â Minghao chuckled. âBecause I think so.â
Well wasn't this ideal, now you could justify everything that was happening - it was simply three people succumbing to the effects of an aphrodisiac - nothing personal, nothing beyond anything physical. Except deep down you knew it must mean something if despite being drugged Soonyoung rejected his girlfriend because of you and Minghao who was a man of impeccable self control was crumbling for you.Â
Except he hadn't really yet.Â
Deciding to leave the thoughts for another time, you slightly looked over your shoulder at the man who was leaning against the wall.Â
âOnly my mouth is busy, I have two more free holes you know.âÂ
You could tell that something about the energy in the room had shifted the moment you said that, like it was only a matter of time before Minghao joined. Sure enough, you heard the lock of the door click behind you and from the way Soonyoung gulped and his eyes followed his teammate, you could tell Minghao had neared. Wrapping your mouth around the older man's tip again, you hummed at the weight of his dick on your tongue.Â
âF-fuck.â Soonyoung groaned under his breath.Â
As the bed dipped behind you, you knew Minghao had climbed in, finally succumbing, finally giving in. .Â
âIs that the best you got?â He chuckled with a deep voice, pushing your knees apart with his own and running his hand down along your back as Soonyoung stared at him wide eyed. âThat won't be enough for me.â
You could feel your mouth practically water, drool leaking down the corner of your lips as you took Soonyoung further in your mouth, earning a pained hiss. Minghao though was still not satisfied as he bent over, one hand unbuttoning your shorts, his breath at the shell of your ear, whispering.Â
âTake care of my friend and I'll take care of you.â You looked at Soonyoung to see his eyes flickering between the two of you. âThe louder he moans, the harder you'll get it.âÂ
Most definitely motivated, you sunk Soonyoungâs length deeper into your mouth, his tip touching the back of your throat, a deep groan leaving the man as his hand gripped your hair again to hold you back.Â
Minghao smacked it away with the shake of a head as he drew himself back, fingers hooking onto your waistband as he pulled down both your shorts and panties in one go, letting it pool at your bent knees.
You could feel your arousal drip down your legs given how incredibly wet you were. A part of you wanted to see Minghao's face but then you would have missed the sight of Soonyoung panting, looking down at you like the mere smell of you had awakened something wild in him. To make things a whole lot worse, Minghao ran his fingers up your slit, playing with your wetness before gathering it on his digit and holding it out to his friend.Â
âWant a taste?âÂ
âBold of you to assume this is my first time.â Soonyoung smirked as he sucked off Minghao's fingers and you grinned to yourself. Atta boy.Â
Minghao chuckled as he pulled his fingers away, smearing the wetness on the cheek of your ass, landing a smack that sent a sharp sting, making you moan around Soonyoung.Â
âBarely a week in camp and look at you.â He mimicked his actions on your other cheek, the impact jerking your forward, Soonyoungâs length slipping into your throat. âGood girl.âÂ
âSo fucking good.â Soonyoung moaned. âThat mouth is divine.â
âNot more than this.â Cupping the curve of your ass, Minghao dipped his finger into your quivering hole. You keened at the sensation, but didn't stop working on Soonyoung's dick - you knew if you gave Soonyoung what he needed, Minghao would give you what you wanted and god did you want to feel full of him. When you grinded against his hips, his hands left you and you finally heard the sound of Minghao's zipper despite the lewd noises leaving your mouth being much louder.Â
âFuck baby just like that.â Soonyoug groaned as you picked up the speed, making him feel more and more of your throat.Â
You still couldn't tell what Minghao was doing, the absence of his touch testing your patience, your teeth accidentally grazing Soonyoungâs dick making him hiss in pain.Â
Minghao chuckled, adjusting your body on each knee to pull out the clothes on your lower half and when he aligned himself behind you, you could tell he discarded his own too. His hands returned to your ass which you guessed was faint red, a colour that was exceedingly a part of Minghao's life, a colour he seemingly enjoyed. Although you did want him to rail you into tomorrow, you didn't mind if he took a moment to admire what he saw.Â
As though he was lost in thought about the same, Minghao dragged his dick along your folds, his length bumping your clit and sending a jolt down your nerves, before he aligned himself.
âW-waitâ Looking at his friend, Soonyoung let out a strangled cry. âShe hasn't been prepped-â
âOh Kwon.â You felt his tip pushing into your needy wet hole. âShe's already ready for me.âÂ
And with that he buried himself to the hilt, the suddenness making you choke around Soonyoungâs length much to the latter's surprise and delight. Barely giving you the time to get a hold of yourself, Minghao began thrusting into you, the force pushing your mouth to take more of Soonyoung, your hands painfully gripping his thighs. The older man, who could have been a little more considerate, also began ramming his dick into your mouth, barely allowing you to breathe.Â
You could feel yourself losing a grip on reality, one man fucking you onto another - you never thought you would ever find yourself in a situation like this but here you were, being wrecked on both ends by men who were strangers just a week ago but god did it feel good.Â
Minghao bunched the material of your shirt, pushing it up along your spine, as you pulled yourself away from Soonyoung, desperate to get some air before you passed out. He groaned at the loss of your warm mouth but his expression turned fond as you looked up at him, drool running down your chin messily. Considering you looked absolutely fucked out, you didn't get why he was so enamoured as he tucked your hair behind your ear.Â
âShit I could watch you all day sweetie.âÂ
You wanted to say something back but your throat felt too sore and bruised so you settled on just giving him a sweet smile. Minghao watched the interaction between the two of you intently, his movements slowing down to deep, hard strokes. You could feel him so far in, reaching spots no one ever had before. Not even Cheolâs dildo model.Â
âDo you need a breather?â
Soonyoung's concern laced voice was echoed by another one that sounded a lot more condescending. Â
âDo you?â
Though you had barely gotten any air in you for so long and your eyes were threatening to roll back, you knew Minghao would only allow you to cum if Soonyoung did and man did the latter have the stamina of a bull.Â
Shaking your head you spat in your hand and wrapped your fist around the base of his cock, stroking it.Â
âI'm tired.â You muttered. âFuck me Soonyoung.âÂ
Forgetting Minghaoâs previous instructions to not use his hands, Soonyoung obeyed, gripping your hair again, guiding your mouth back to his cock.Â
âTap me twice if you want to stop.âÂ
Much to his surprise, you took him in at a whole new depth, making him throw his head back in pleasure as he held your head down, dick getting squeezed down your throat. At the same time the man behind you decided to pay attention to your clit, making you tremble at the combined sensation but there was nothing you could do - you were at the mercy of both men.Â
As Soonyoung loosened his grip, allowing you draw back, you barely had the time to catch a breath before he was fucking his dick into your mouth, at the same speed Minghao was ravaging you from behind.Â
âFuck fuck fuck.â Soonyoung groaned as his movements got sloppy and his grip tight.Â
âFuck I'm gonna come.âÂ
Oh fucking finally.Â
But to your complete surprise, you felt Minghao's weight press against your back as he leaned over you, hips not stopping their abuse on your hole, whispering,Â
âEnough.âÂ
Although you knew it was cruel, you immediately tapped Soonyoungâs thigh and the moment he let you go confused, you pulled away, looking at him guiltily as you got on all fours.
âThat's my good girl.â
âXu Mingao.â Soonyoung groaned as the other man drew back. âWhat the hell?!âÂ
Minghao simply chuckled. âYou know how much I enjoy pain.â
âSadist.â Soonyoung mumbled, trying to push himself to the edge again, pumping his length slick with your spit, hard and fast.Â
âOh no.â Minghao shook his head, continuing to fuck the living daylights out of you. âIf you cum I'm not letting you get a taste of this.â
âThat's for Y/n to tell.âÂ
âTell him doll.âÂ
You didn't know how he expected you to answer as he rolled his hips against your ass, hitting all the spots.
âTell him what you want.âÂ
âDon't youâŠâ You moaned as Minghao tightened his grip on you painfully. âDon't you want to cum inside me?â
Muttering under his breath, Soonyoung looked at you with eyes filled with lust. You could tell he was leaning to kiss you, but suddenly Minghao's hand wrapped around your neck, drawing you away.Â
Sitting on his ankles, he pulled you back till your thighs rested on him and stripped you of your shirt, baring your body to Soonyoung like a mannequin on display.Â
âDidn't you say you could watch her all day?â He smirked at the older man, hand snaking around your waist. âNow watch.âÂ
You finally seem to understand where the shift in intentions was coming from as he began snapping his hips up into you. Though he wasn't hitting you as deep, his fingers found your clit again and was tightening that knot in you unbelievably fast, your body growing hot and tense.Â
It was the sound of Soonyoungâs soft sigh that brought you attention back to him as he watched where Minghao disappeared into you with unwavering eyes, fully discarding his pants. When you let out another unholy moan, he looked up, not before his eyes lingered at your tits, his tongue running along his lower lip ravenously. At the sight of him and with Minghao hitting that spot once again, you finally convulsed around him, your orgasm hitting you with an intensity it never had before. Under your grip as tight as a vice, Minghao swore in your ear as he came too, ropes of his release painting your insides.Â
It was only when his warmth hit your walls that you realised he had not worn a condom and you had not cared.
Before you could justify to yourself that Demigods probably didn't get STDs and it didn't matter, Minghao pulled himself out, depriving you of his girth to clamp around. With a swift movement that was all a blur to you, he manhandled you around till you felt your back aligning against Soonyoungâs chest, the latter spreading your legs apart, the mixed releases leaking out of you, onto his dick.Â
âJust a little longer.â Minghao tilted your head up by the chin, face hovering over yours. âBe a doll will you?â
You nodded as Soonyoung slipped himself into you with a groan.Â
âFuck I don't think I'm going to last long enough anyways.âÂ
Considering you still hadn't even fully come down from your orgasm yet, Soonyoung's intrusion felt like an intense surge of pleasure shooting up your being. Overwhelmingly, in less than a thrust or two, you found yourself cumming again almost immediately, walls fluttering, tightening around him.Â
Muttering a string of fucks, Soonyoung bit down on your shoulder, his hips moving erratically as he felt himself nearing his high. Cooing into his ear though his thrusts were starting to get painful given your sensitivity, you rolled your hips and with two sharp jerks, Soonyoung finally emptied his load straight into you, cumming copiously.Â
As he softly held you against him, letting your breaths slowly become regular again, your vision finally cleared and you caught sight of a half naked Minghao before you, watching you snuggled in the arms of his friend. Your eyes ran down, finally catching sight of the dick that had been inside you, lips curling into a small smile.Â
âGood?âÂ
He asked, scanning your features as he slid off the bed.
âSo good.â You muttered, beckoning him with your hand.Â
Narrowing his eyes confused, he walked around, picking up all the clothes tossed around before he neared you. Pulling him closer to the edge of the bed by the hand, you wrapped your hand around his dick, leaning over to take it in your mouth. As you licked it clean, tasting your mixed releases along his length, you watched his eyes darken.Â
âJust wanted to be fair.âÂ
âYou're not satiated are you?â He smirked amused as you slowly shook your head. âCareful doll, you won't be able to stay conscious through another round with us.âÂ
âI know..â You muttered, snuggling back into Soonyoungâs chest. âIâm tired. Wanna go back.âÂ
âLet's clean you and get you dressed first.â Soonyoung patted your head softly, unwilling to move as your eyes began fluttering shut. âHao, open that third drawer under the sink, there's washcloths in there.âÂ
âAnd how do you know that?âÂ
âThis is my gir- ex girfriend's room.â Soonyoung muttered.Â
That information seemed to surprise even Minghao who was usually quite unfazed. âYou're crazy Kwon.âÂ
He voiced your thoughts as he disappeared into the bathroom, shaking his head. Within seconds he returned, handing a white towel to Soonyoung who slowly wiped you clean, trying not to brush any sensitive areas.
Just as he finished and his lips softly pressed against your temple asking you not to fall asleep, the sound of a knock resounded in the room, along with a voice.
âAnyone from Camp Seventeen here?âÂ
âYes.â Minghao and Soonyoung replied at the same time.
âSomeone is here looking for your team. Says it's code yellow.âÂ
You watched as the boys shared looks, panicked. Slowly pulling himself away from you, Soonyoung caught the clothes Minghao threw to him, the two of them moving quickly to dress themselves.Pulling your hair into a neat ponytail again and trying to ignore your aching body, you swung your legs off the bed.
âWhatâs going on?âÂ
âGet dressed.â Minghao handed you your clothes, looking tense. âWhen a team member calls a code, it means everyone needs to gather immediately.âÂ
 You nodded, half understanding as you began to dress yourself. âBut what's code yellow?âÂ
Looking at your shivering self, Minghao threw you his hoodie, which you slipped on, letting it envelop you in its warmth.Â
âYellow is a moderate danger alert.â Soonyoung held the door open for you as Minghao stepped out. âIt most likely means the camp is under attack.â
Oh fuck.Â
Pushing through the crowd, you followed the boys downstairs, trying not to lose them in their hurry. Noticing you lagging behind thanks to the fact that you were struggling to walk, Soonyoung grabbed your hand, wrapping his hand around your wrist.Â
From the corner of your eye, you saw Seokmin and Joshua laughing away with a group of girls but before you could call them along, you were dragged away in the urgency of the boys you were with. As you reached the front door, coming to a halt right behind Minghao, your eyes fell on the familiar back of a man leaning against the frame.Â
Oh no.
âChief.âÂ
Seungcheol turned as both boys bowed, greeting him.Â
You simply stared wordlessly, as the blonde man's eyes found you, flickering from the jacket you had donned, to Soonyoung's hand which was still holding yours.Â
Behind him lightning cracked opened the sky and rain began pouring furiously.Â
a/n - please send me your thoughts - this series is waaaay out of my comfort zone, I need to know I'm not completely messing shit up and if I missed you in the taglist, please lmk! Also please be patient for chapter 3 - I have to temporarily shift focus to my other stories as well, I will be back here soon!
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Silk and Submission
lingerie - virgin - degradation
(Older Bf!Logan/Reader) 5.1kw
a/n: everyone pretend im posting this on 10/1 and not 10/2 oops sorry i just got carried away.
tw: sexual content (18+ MDNI), age gap (25-53), degradation, virginity, consent dynamics, intense emotional experiences, body image, possible manipulation, emotional intimacy, potential objectification, light BDSM themes, physical intimacy, power dynamics, explicit language, feelings of nervousness or anxiety related to sexual experiences, and exploration of personal insecurities.
See you tonight - xoxo
You bit back a smile, your lips twitching with the effort to maintain composure. The handwriting on the card was unmistakable - a familiar, elegant scrawl that sent a flutter through your chest. You knew exactly who the "anonymous" sender was, despite their playful attempt at secrecy.Â
With deliberate care, you tucked the card and its accompanying envelope back under the luxurious red silk ribbon. The ribbon encircled a massive white box, its pristine surface unmarred and tantalizing in its mystery. The cardboard was cool and smooth beneath your fingertips as you accepted it from the mailman's weathered hands.
"Thank you," you murmured, offering him a warm smile. Your voice sounded breathless even to your own ears, betraying your excitement. As you retreated into your home, you kicked the door shut with a gentle nudge of your slipper-clad foot. The soft thud echoed in the entryway, underscoring the sudden privacy of the moment.
Curiosity gnawed at you as you hefted the box, raising it up and down a few times, trying to guess its contents by the shift and rustle within. The movement sent a waft of something tantalizingly familiar - a blend of cardamom and vanilla - curling up from beneath the lid.
Your bare feet padded softly across the carpeted floor as you made your way to the dining room. Sunlight streamed through gauzy curtains, casting a warm glow across the polished surface of your table. You set the box down with reverence, your fingers trailing along its edges before coming to rest on the silky texture of the ribbon.
Just as you considered untying the bow, a vibration from your back pocket startled you. The insistent buzz of your phone against your hip was like a spell broken, pulling you out of the moment. With one hand still resting on the silky ribbon, its texture cool and smooth beneath your fingertips, you pulled out your phone. The screen illuminated, casting a soft glow on your face and revealing a notification that promised to shed light on this intriguing mystery.
Logan H.
Heat bloomed across your cheeks, spreading down your neck like wildfire. Your thumb hesitated for a heartbeat before sliding across the illuminated screen, leaving a faint, fleeting smudge.
"Hi," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you brought the cool device to your ear. The contrast between the phone's chill and your flushed skin sent a small shiver down your spine.
"Have you opened my gift yet?" His deep voice rang through your ears, rich and velvety, like dark chocolate melting on your tongue.
"I was just about to open it now," you respond, your free hand absently toying with the ribbon. You pinched it between your fingers, rolling the smooth silk, feeling its luxurious texture.
"Let me know what you think," he says softly. The low rasp in his voice, like rough silk, sent another shiver cascading down your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You make a small sound of agreement, a soft "mhm" that's more breath than voice, and sandwich the phone between your ear and shoulder.
Finally fed up with the mounting anticipation, you unravel the silk ribbon. It slithers off the box like water, pooling on the table beside you. With slightly unsteady hands, you shimmy the snug lid off, the soft scrape of cardboard against cardboard unusually loud in the quiet room. A layer of light blue tissue paper greets you, crinkling softly under your trembling fingers as you gently peel it back. The susurrus of paper fills the air, building the tension untilâyou let out a small gasp, the sound sharp and sudden in the still room.
"What do you think?" Logan's voice, low and expectant, cuts through your daze.
"L-Logan, I-" Your voice falters and dies, words evaporating like morning dew. You're utterly speechless. If you thought your face was hot earlier, you must be charred to a crisp by now, the heat of your blush practically radiating off your skin.
Atop the baby blue crinkled paper sat a lingerie set that took your breath away. The delicate pink lace caught the light, shimmering softly like the inside of a seashell. Your eyes traced the intricate floral pattern of the fabric, marveling at the artistry woven into every thread. The plunging neckline of the triangle bra promised to flatter, while the scalloped edges looked so soft you could almost feel them against your skin just by looking.
The matching underwear, with its high-cut leg openings, seemed to beckon your touch. As your gaze roamed over the garment, you noticed with a start that a string of tiny pearls, like drops of morning dew, connected the sides. Each pearl gleamed softly, adding a touch of luxury that made your heart skip a beat.
The blush pink color matched the discarded ribbon perfectly, as if Logan had meticulously orchestrated every detail of this moment. It was a color that spoke of romance, of whispered secrets and stolen glances.
Your fingers hovered over the lace, almost afraid to touch something so intricate. The phone nearly slipped from your grasp as you struggled to process what you were seeing, your mind a whirlwind of emotions.
As your eyes traced the delicate string of pearls connecting the sides of the underwear, a sudden wave of realization washed over you. Your stomach dropped, a fluttering nervousness taking root. The reality of tonight - your upcoming date with Logan - came rushing back.
Swallowing hard, you gathered your courage and asked, your voice small and uncertain, "Logan... am I supposed to wear this tonight?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Logan's voice came through, low and gentle but with an undercurrent of anticipation that made your heart race even faster.
"If you'd like to," he murmured, the sound sending a shiver down your spine despite your nervousness. "I chose it especially for you. But only if you're comfortable."
Your breath caught in your throat, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling in your chest. You bit your lip, looking down at the lingerie again, its delicate beauty both alluring and slightly intimidating.Â
"Okay," you whispered, as much to yourself as to Logan.Â
âPerfect, Iâll be there to pick you up at 7:30.âÂ
Your fingers skimmed the delicate lace again, the soft pink shimmering in the afternoon light. Logan had always known exactly what you neededâjust like tonight. His gift wasnât just beautiful; it was thoughtful, deliberate. A statement. This wasnât just about the physicalâit was about trust, desire, and the way he had always nurtured your confidence.
You couldnât help but smile as you thought of how it all started. Logan had entered your life when you least expected it, quiet and steady, offering something more than anyone ever had. He wasnât just older, he was experienced in ways that made you feel grounded. With him, you didnât feel like a girl figuring things out. You felt like a womanâhis woman. Logan had this way of seeing you, not just for who you were, but for who you could be, and he always encouraged you to embrace that.
From the beginning, there had been a strong undercurrent of attraction. Heâd made you feel desired in a way that was undeniable, but it was more than that. He made you feel safe. Not just in the physical sense, but emotionally. He had a way of standing by your side, unwavering and dependable, his strength not just in his body but in the way he treated you. He gave you space to grow into yourself, never rushing, always waiting, allowing you to define your pace.
When it came to intimacy, Logan had been nothing but patient. He never pushed, never crossed a line. Even in the moments when your bodies were close, his touch had been restrained, respectful, always waiting for you to make the call. It only made you want him more.
And now, you were ready. You had been ready for a while, but Logan hadnât known that until now, hadnât known until youâd whispered it to him a few nights ago in the soft glow of candlelight. The way his eyes had darkened with a mix of desire and reverence told you everything. He wanted you, but more than that, he wanted it to be on your terms.Â
And now that he was aware of how you felt, nothing was going to stop him from making you feel wanted.Â
Your fingers traced the tiny pearls on the underwear, the soft blush of the lace catching the light. The thought of wearing it for him, of seeing the way his eyes would roam over your body, made your heart race. You knew Logan. He wouldnât just look at you like you were beautiful; heâd look at you like you were everything. And that thought alone was enough to send a shiver of anticipation through you.
As you waited outside your apartment building, the evening air kissed your skin, a light breeze tugging at the hem of your sleek black dress. The soft fabric of the dress clung to your figure, every inch tailored to perfection, but beneath it, your thoughts were consumed by what you wore underneath.
The lingerie Logan had gifted you felt like a secret only the two of you shared. The delicate pink lace caressed your skin, and with each step you took, you were acutely aware of the pearls, a luxurious detail pressing softly against you. They rubbed with each subtle movement, sending tiny sparks of sensation through you, teasing your senses. It was an intimate reminder of Loganâs presence, even though he wasnât there yet.
A heat began to bloom low in your belly, excruciating in its slow build, the weight of your anticipation mounting with every passing minute. You swallow, your throat dry, the ache between your thighs growing with every shift of your hips. The pearls were a constant, maddening pressure, accentuating the warmth that pulsed through you.
The slit in your dress allowed just enough freedom to move, but with the silk brushing against your legs and the sensation of the lingerie beneath, you could hardly focus. The heat in your lower belly coiled tighter, the anticipation making your heart race.
You clenched your thighs together, trying to steady your breath, but the friction only heightened the sensation. Every soft press of the pearls sent a jolt through you, making the wait for Logan feel even more unbearable. You felt flushed despite the cool evening air, your pulse thrumming in your veins. You were ready â more than ready. You felt your phone vibrate inside the black velvet clutch you carried.Â
âIâm outside, pretty girl.â was all that was heard before the line went dead.Â
You let out a shaky breath, shoving your phone back inside your bag, snapping the case shut. The sharp echo of your heels against the marble floors of the lobby reverberated with each step, your heart pounding louder in your chest as you neared the exit. With a swing of the door, you were greeted by the sight of Logan leaning casually against his sleek black car.
He wore a dark gray suit that clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, the fabric taut against the muscles of his arms. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned beneath the suit jacket, a hint of casual disarray in an otherwise refined appearance. His beard had grown thicker, streaked with shades of gray, matching the tousled, salt-and-pepper hair framing his weathered face.Â
The faintest smirk tugged at his lips as his eyes, hidden behind a pair of slightly scratched glasses, locked onto yours. Your thighs quivered with each step you took down the stairs. You couldnât tell if it was nerves, excitement, or because your legs were finally tired of the heels you decided to wear.Â
Logan extended his hand to you as you reached the last step. You smiled shyly at him, a nervous flutter in your chest as he took your hand. He lifted it slowly, pressing his lips to your fingers in a gesture that sent warmth pooling low in your belly.
âYou look⊠perfect,â he murmured, voice low and gravelly, his breath brushing your knuckles before he let your hand go, the ghost of his touch lingering.
Your heart raced faster, but you didnât have time to answer before Logan opened the car door for you. You slid inside, the cool leather beneath you doing little to calm the heat rising in your body. He joined you on the driverâs side moments later, his presence filling the enclosed space as the door shut with a soft click.
The car hummed to life, but the buzz between the two of you was louder. His right hand found your bare thigh, thick fingers curling around the softness of your skin. You exhaled shakily, eyes flicking to him as his thumb brushed lightly back and forth, each stroke of his rough skin setting your nerves ablaze.
âYou nervous?â he asked, his tone casual, but there was an edge to itâlike he knew exactly what he was doing.
Your breath hitched, the sensation of his thumb squeezing the softness of your thigh, inching just slightly higher, leaving you teetering on the edge of frustration. âNo,â you breathed, barely above a whisper.
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, his grip tightening ever so slightly. âGood.â
The drive continued in thick silence, the tension building with every inch he moved closer, every stroke of his thumb that stayed just a little too long. You clenched your thighs, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from giving in to the temptation of his touch.
By the time the valet took the car, you were barely holding it together. Loganâs hand had left your thigh, but the memory of it remained, lingering like the scent of his cologne. He rounded the car, opening your door again, and you could feel his hand hovering just behind your waist as he guided you into the restaurant. His touch was firm, and there was an unmistakable heat radiating from him, seeping through the fabric of your dress.Â
He kept his hand there as the maĂźtre d' greeted you, but it wasn't until he pulled you to the side, away from the rest of the guests, that you felt the warmth of his hand slip lower. It rested on the curve of your hip, his fingers pressing into the lace of your lingerie, confirming what he already suspected.
His lips brushed your ear as he leaned in, voice dark and teasing. âYou wore it, didnât you?â
Your breath caught in your throat, and you barely managed a nod, feeling a pulse of heat spread through you.
He hummed, satisfied, before pulling away, his fingers still tracing the lace under your dress as he guided you to the table. You tried to focus on the conversation during dinner, but every word, every glance, was tainted with the knowledge of what was to come. Loganâs eyes lingered on you, dark and knowing, while his hand continued its slow, deliberate caress of your thigh beneath the table, making it impossible for you to sit still.
âYouâre quiet tonight,â he said, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours.
âIâm justââ You shifted slightly in your seat, his hand giving a gentle squeeze. âThinking.â
âHmm.â His gaze sharpened, the edge of desire clear in the way he looked at you. âAbout what?â
You bit your lip, heat flooding your cheeks. âAbout later.â
His smile widened, and there was a low, amused hum that left his throat. âGood girl.â
The warmth of his words settled in your chest, amplifying the steady thrum of anticipation. You felt it in every stolen glance, every small touch, and by the time dinner was over, you could barely sit still, the heat between you both undeniable.
As you stood, his hand slipped once again to the small of your back, guiding you out of the restaurant with that same hot, heavy touch. And as you walked side by side, his fingers brushed your hip, dipping slightly lower as he leaned in to whisper, âYou ready to head home?â
The answer was already written in the way your body leaned into his, craving the inevitable.
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The ride back was quieter, the air thick with anticipation. Your heart raced, and the buzz of the night lingered in your veins. Sitting beside Logan, you couldn't stop your mind from wandering to what was waiting for you both at home.
But this time, you made a bold decision. You lifted your hand, your fingers hovering just above his shoulder before they slipped into his hair. The soft, unruly strands felt warm between your fingers, and as you started to gently stroke the nape of his neck, you could feel his breath catch ever so slightly. His hair was a little rougher at the roots, and you couldnât help but smile as your nails grazed over the sensitive skin behind his ear.
Logan didnât say anything, but his body reacted to your touch. His posture, always so composed, shifted slightly. His jaw tightened, and you could see the flicker of something primal cross his face in the glow of the streetlights.
Your fingers continued to explore, softly playing with his ear, tracing the curve of it before slipping down to rub the nape of his neck. His skin was warm, and as you gently massaged the base of his hairline, you felt him exhale a slow, controlled breath. He was trying not to react too much, but you could tell he liked it.
"Careful," he muttered, voice low, as if warning you of the line you were crossing. His hand tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles whitening just slightly. But there was no stopping you now.
"I like this," you murmured, your thumb brushing just below his ear. His neck was thick, strong, and your boldness grew as you felt the tension under your fingers.
His eyes stayed on the road, but you could feel the shift in his attention, the way his focus narrowed in on your touch. You continued stroking, teasing him with the gentleness of your fingers, letting them wander through the short strands at the back of his neck. The power of that small, intimate touch sent a thrill down your spine.
And then, Logan made his move.
His hand slid from the steering wheel, down to your thigh, resting there with a heat that matched the fire growing in your belly. There was no hesitation this time as his fingers curled around your flesh, pulling the fabric of your dress higher.
You could barely breathe as he slowly pushed the fabric up, the cool air from the carâs vents contrasting sharply with the heat rolling off his body. His fingers edged closer to where the pearls rested against your skin, teasing the hem of your panties.
Then, with a flick of his pinky, he stroked the pearlsâdelicate, deliberate. You jerked in your seat, a soft gasp escaping your lips, the sensation unlike anything you'd felt before. The pearls shifted, rubbing against you in a way that sent shockwaves through your entire body.
Logan didnât say anything at first, just kept his pinky grazing the soaked pearls, his touch light, torturous. You could feel the slickness coating the small beads, and from the way his thumb tightened against your thigh, you knew he felt it too.
âWellâŠâ His voice was low, gravelly, the edge of amusement unmistakable. âLooks like someoneâs enjoying themselves.â
Your face burned, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding your system. You opened your mouth to say somethingâanythingâbut all that came out was a breathless whimper as his pinky continued its slow, teasing strokes over the slick pearls.
Unable to take the teasing without reacting, your hand slipped further into his hair, tugging lightly on the strands, just enough to get his attention. Loganâs lips parted slightly, his eyes briefly glancing in your direction as his grip tightened on your thigh.
The subtle tug on his hair made him groan, deep and guttural, his fingers pressing harder into your thigh as if daring you to pull harder. âCareful with that, sweetheart," he teased, voice dark and thick. "Unless you want to make me stop driving.â
Your fingers curled tighter into his hair, just to see what he would do, feeling the heat of his body radiating even stronger. The smirk that pulled at his lips told you he liked itâmaybe more than he was willing to admit.
âDidnât expect you to get this wet,â he murmured, his tone teasing, dark, as his thumb dug into your thigh a little harder. âBut I have to say⊠Iâm not surprised.â
Your legs trembled beneath his touch, every nerve in your body buzzing with a need you could barely contain. You bit your lip, trying to suppress the moan building in your throat, but the sensation of his pinky brushing back and forth, the slick sound of it filling the otherwise silent car, was driving you mad.
âIââ You tried to speak, but the words stuck in your throat, and all you could manage was another soft whimper as his pinky traced the length of the pearls, gliding through the wetness heâd discovered.
âShh.â Loganâs voice was soft but commanding, his hand shifting slightly so his whole palm cupped your thigh, holding you in place. âI know, sweetheart. I know how bad you want it.â
The teasing lilt in his voice sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, and when his pinky pressed a little harder against the pearls, you swore you felt your entire body shudder in response.
âFuck,â he muttered under his breath, almost to himself, fingers still moving with deliberate slowness. âI can feel how ready you are.â
You couldnât answer, couldnât even think straight, your focus solely on the pressure building between your legs, the delicious friction of the pearls against you, his fingers toying with you like it was a game only he was in control of.
Logan chuckled darkly, leaning closer, his breath hot against your ear. âThink you can wait till we get home, or should I pull over?â
â
The dim lighting of the bedroom barely illuminated the edges of Loganâs silhouette as he hovered above you, his strong frame pressing into the mattress, overwhelming you with his presence. His dark, hungry eyes roved over your body, the reverence in his gaze sending warmth flooding through you.
You lay beneath him in the delicate lace lingerie, the fabric barely clinging to your skin, framing your breasts that were already exposed. Logan's rough, calloused hands traced the curve of your waist, teasing over the lace of your panties as if savoring the moment before indulging in his desire. His fingers ghosted over the ridge of the pearls, a growl rumbling deep in his chest.
"Fuck," Logan muttered, his voice a deep rasp as his eyes devoured the sight of your trembling form. "Look at you⊠so fucking beautiful."
The low rumble of his voice made your heart stutter, your body thrumming with anticipation under the weight of his gaze. Every word out of his mouth set you on fire, the heat pooling low in your belly, your thighs already trembling.Â
His hands tugged at the waistband of your panties, pulling the lace aside, baring your slick folds to the cool air. He paused for just a moment, the pearls shifting between your legs, soaked through with your arousal. Loganâs eyes darkened with lust, and he couldnât resist teasing you one last time, brushing his fingers against the pearls, the sensation barely there but enough to make you whimper.
âYou wore these for me,â he growled, his thumb pressing against your inner thigh, the roughness of his touch making you squirm. âFuckinâ soaked already, huh?â
A soft moan slipped from your lips, your fingers instinctively gripping his forearms, trying to steady yourself. Loganâs lips twitched into a smirk, but it was short-lived. His teasing made way for something more primal, more urgent.
Without warning, Logan leaned down, his mouth covering yours in a heated, sloppy kiss. His lips were rough, hungry, devouring yours with a desperation that made your entire body burn. The taste of him overwhelmed you, your head spinning as his tongue slid past your lips, claiming you with every swipe.
Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands as you tugged, pulling him closer. Logan groaned into your mouth, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. His lips broke away for only a second, just long enough for him to catch his breath before he kissed you again, more fiercely this timeâhis teeth scraping against your bottom lip, his tongue tangling with yours in a messy, filthy dance that left you panting.
When he pulled away, both of you breathless, his lips were swollen, his chest rising and falling heavily. The look in his eyes, wild and filled with need, made your core clench with anticipation.
His hand slipped between your legs again, fingers brushing the pearls as he teased your entrance. The slickness of your arousal coated his hand, and Logan groaned, his cock throbbing as he dragged his tip against your wetness. You whimpered, your body arching into him, the overwhelming need to feel him inside of you driving you mad.
âLogan, Iââ you gasped, but the words were swallowed by the intensity of his next kiss, sloppier this time, all tongue and teeth as he pressed the tip of his cock inside you, stretching you open.
Immediately, your body tensed, the pressure of his size making your breath hitch. He felt enormous, far bigger than youâd ever imagined, and a flicker of nervousness swept through you. Your hands went to push against his chest, but Logan was quicker, capturing your wrists and pinning them beside your head.
"Donât fight it," he growled, his voice low, rough, and dark with authority. His lips were at your ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine. "DONâT. Fight it."
You whimpered, your heart racing as you struggled against the urge to tense up, his thick cock slowly pushing deeper into you. His mouth crashed against yours once more, the kiss wet and messy, stealing the very air from your lungs as his hips continued to press forward, stretching you even more.
The feeling of being filled so completely, stretched to your limit, was overwhelming, your body trembling as you fought to adjust. Your hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his chest as Logan buried himself to the hilt inside of you.
âThatâs it,â he groaned, his voice strained, his forehead resting against yours as he stilled for a moment, letting you catch your breath. "Youâre so fucking tight⊠so perfect.â
You whimpered beneath him, your nails biting into his chest as you struggled to breathe, the stretch of him filling you up almost too much. Loganâs eyes softened as he kissed you again, this time slower, gentlerâbut no less possessive. His hands moved down to your hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled back, dragging his cock out just enough to make you gasp, before sliding back inside with a slow, deliberate thrust.
The friction was electrifying, the sensation of him moving inside you pushing you closer to the edge of pleasure. Your entire body quivered beneath him, your legs wrapping around his waist, desperate to keep him as close as possible.
âLoganâŠâ you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper as you arched into him.
âYouâre takinâ me so well,â he muttered, his lips brushing against your neck as he began to thrust faster, harder. His teeth grazed your skin, biting down just enough to make you cry out softly, your hips rising to meet each of his powerful thrusts. âSuch a good girl⊠my good girl.â
His hand came down sharply on your ass, the smack resonating in the room, and the sting of it sent a jolt of pleasure through your core. "Logan!" you gasped, your back arching off the bed.
"Fuck, you like that," he growled, his hand coming down again, this time harder, as his pace quickened. "You like bein' fucked like this⊠takin' my cock like a little slut."
You moaned helplessly, too lost in the pleasure to care about the degradation. Each filthy word out of his mouth only drove you higher, your body trembling as the pressure built in your core, teetering on the edge of release.
Loganâs hand slid down between your bodies, his fingers brushing against your clit in tight, teasing circles that had you writhing beneath him. His other hand gripped your breast, tugging at your nipple as he continued to thrust deep inside you, each movement pushing you closer and closer to the brink.
The kiss that followed was devastatingâhot, sloppy, and rough. His lips crushed against yours, tongue sliding messily into your mouth, tasting you with an almost feral hunger. You could barely think, your entire body trembling, clinging to him as the sensation of being filled to your limit overwhelmed you.
âCome for me,â Logan growled, his voice thick and commanding, his lips brushing against your ear. âCome all over my cock, baby.â
And with one final thrust, the coil inside you snapped. Your orgasm ripped through you with a force youâd never felt before, your body convulsing beneath him, your walls clenching tightly around his cock as you screamed his name.Â
Logan groaned deeply, his hips stuttering as he pulled out of you, stroking himself a few times before spilling his hot cum across your stomach and breasts, the thick, warm liquid coating your skin. His hands trembled as he held himself above you, chest heaving with heavy breaths.
He collapsed on top of you, his forehead pressing against yours, his body still trembling as he kissed you softlyâso softly it almost felt out of place after the raw intensity of what had just happened.
âFuckâŠâ he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. "Youâre fuckinâ perfect⊠my perfect girl."
You lay there, your body still tingling from the aftershocks, feeling the weight of him pressing into you, his cum still warm on your skin. You had never felt so cherished, so completely overwhelmed by both pleasure and the connection between you two.
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ridin' shotgun | joel miller
pairing/AU: joel miller x female!reader â post breakout & no ellie AU
summary: as the snow covers the land, joel starts to like his new life on the farm, but is it too good to be true?
warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni!!! canon-typical violence, age gap (reader is mid to late twenties), swearing, guns, vomit, use of pet names, fluff, angst, fingering, oral (f receiving), some tags are left out to avoid spoilers, no use of y/n
a/n: this is the second part to this. so i'd recommend reading that before this one. i'm very sorry this took me so long! i'm hoping it was worth the wait! <3 also a big thank you to @dustydaddyyy who's always up for helping me when i'm stuck <3 happy reading!
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âMorning, Joel,â Arthur greeted him as Joel entered the kitchen.
Joel felt far from rested. His eyes burned with sleep behind his eyelids. Heâd love another hour or two on his pillow, but Arthurâs heavy steps coming down the stairs had woken him.
Damn, these thin walls.
âMorninâ,â Joel said as he sat down at the dining table, looking past the curtain on the portrait of the day. The world was blue with dusk, contrasting the low candlelight inside. Alma stood at the stove, butter crackling in the frying pan as she cracked an egg, then another, two suns in a greasy night sky.
âI think weâll bring the logging sled today,â Arthur spoke up and gestured out the window, âI think the snow is more than deep enough for the sled.â
âYeah?â Joel looked out the window again. Assessing the snow, he guessed it was about two feet give or take.
âYeah, I think itâs gonna be enoughâ If not weâll test-drive the sled, make sure it can handle the weight.â Arthur continued, but Joel lost interest as soon as he heard the sound of a door shutting down the hall.
Joel hummed, leaning back in his chair, his eyes flickering to the door of the kitchen waiting to see you walk through. A moment later, you padded into the kitchen in your pajamas, feet clad in soft wool socks. Youâd thrown a sweater over your sleep shirt, but Joel remembered how the thin fabric had clung to your skin last night. Remembered the shape of your nipples poking through, the sounds youâd made as youâd whimpered his name. Joelâs cock twitched in his pants at the memory; crashing against the wave of shame and guilt that washed over him when he recalled what heâd done after heâd stepped back into his room.
âGood morning, sweetie,â Arthur greeted you as you sat down, opposite Joel.
âGood morning,â you smiled, resting your chin in the palm of your hand, tiredness like a faraway look across your face.
âDid you sleep well?â Arthur asked.
Your eyes widened at the question, quickly flickering to Joel before they found the table. Your face dug deeper into your hand as you twisted slightly in your chair. A shy smile blossomed across your face.
Huh.
A forgotten tickling feeling of pride filled Joelâs chest as he watched you. The way you avoided his gaze, like your dreams would show through your eyes if you did. But Joel didnât need to hold your gaze to understand. Something had shifted, both for him and for you. It was different now.
A chuckle escaped Arthur at your motions, âThat good, huh?â Arthur teased, âAll fairytales and rainbows?â
âSomething like that,â you breathed out a chuckle.
Joel cringed. He was closer to a nightmare. Why did he even entertain his thoughts of you? You were the one who was a rainbow, while heâd paint you in a dull grayscale.
Joel let out an inaudible sight, and leaned back in the creaky kitchen chair, as his hands twisted in his lap. He didnât miss the way his movement caught your eye as he felt the drumroll of your gaze break over him. Joel didnât dare move, scared heâd scare the warmth of your attention away. But something pulled at his chest, and he couldnât deny himself to look at you, to drink in your early morning shyness. You didnât look away this time, instead you smiled. It was a small and polite smile, but it still felt like a kiss to his skin. The small moment between you only lasted a second, but to Joel it felt like an eternity â one he wouldnât mind spending with you.
You dropped your gaze when Alma placed the breadbasket on the table, and like it had broken a spell, you immediately stood to your feet, âLet me help you, Alma.â
A moment later the table was set and ready, and Arthur was already helping himself to a fried egg. Safe for the sound of cutlery against porcelain plates, a silence fell over the kitchen.
âWe uh,â Arthur started, looking over at you, âWe were thinking of using the logging sled today,â he informed with a dig into his eggs. â'Could use your help saddling up the horse.â
âOkay,â you nodded, reaching across the table for the butter, âbut I need to milk the cows firstâ you know how they get if I donât do it first thingââ
âI can do that, sweetie,â Alma interrupted you with a smile, taking a bite of her bread.
âOh, okay,â you turned your head to Alma as you said it, giving her a smile, but Joel could see the worry behind it. âBut if itâs too much Iâll be right thereââ
Alma cut you off again, âI can handle itâ I did this all by myself before you came along, you know.â She said it with a wink to put you at ease, but Joel saw how your teeth dug into your bottom lip, and he wanted nothing more than to ease it away with a kiss.
No. No kiss.
Shit.
After last night, Joel couldnât think straight. He wanted you now. He wanted what he knew he couldnât haveâ what he shouldnât have. With his eyes boring down into his plate, he tried to will his wants away. Tried his best to not build memories on things not yet said â to not feel the ache of never having touched you.
The air nipped harshly at Joelâs cheeks. The sun had finally risen over the mountain, shining its light over the crystals in the snow. A thousand diamonds blinked at him as he helped Arthur pull the log sled out of the barn. It was covered in dust and dirt, and the cobwebs stuck to Joelâs mittens like cling film. Clapping his hands, a cloud of dust evaporated from his hands â almost cartoon-like.
Joel picked at the yarn, trying to cover the hole that had become wider and wider every day. He felt bad about it; youâd made them for him out of the goodness of your heart, and now heâd ruined themâ or the work had. Sharp branches had hooked themselves through the stiches, and the rough bark had worn the yarn down.
As Arthur checked the sled, and got it ready, Joel felt himself drawn to the open stable door. Leaning against the barn door he watched you quietly. You worked with practiced hands, saddling the old workhorse, Ingydar, as you talked to it in a low voice.
âYouâre going to work in the woods today,â you said to the beloved nag, âWork in the woods with Arthur and Joel. Do you remember Joel? Heâs a nice man, isnât he?â
Joel felt his cheeks warm at your words, his eyes falling to the worn wood floor, as he continued to listen to your little conversation.
âYes, he is! Heâs very niceâ fed you too many carrots last time he said hello, didnât he? But you liked that, didnât you?â
Joel looked up at that, his eyes locking with yoursâ as you looked straight at him, a teasing smirk covering your face.
âThat ainât how I remember it,â Joel defended, stepping closer to the open stall door. You tightened the straps on the saddle while your smile grew larger at his words.
âNo?â You teased, moving on to checking the straps on the bridle.
Joel stepped closer, his mitten clad hand coming up to pet the old horse. âNo,â Joel shook his head, âyou kept handinâ me all those carrots âs how I remember it.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you laughed, stepping closer.
âSure, you donât,â Joel teased, a rare smile tugging at his lips, matching your own.
Locking eyes with you again, Joel felt something light bubble under the surface of his ribcage. You really were beautiful like this â eyes sparkling and smile wide. He couldnât remember the last time someone looked at him the way you were right now â like he hadnât lost everything, like he didnât have blood all over his hands, like he was worthy of a smile.
Stepping even closer, you noticed the holes in them. âJoel, your mittens.â
âSorryâŠâ he started, trailing off when you grabbed his hands, âThey get hooked in the branches ândââ
âDonât apologize,â you cut him off, with a shake of your head, âI can fix themâ itâs no problem.â
The sun shone through a small window in the back wall of the stall. Bright white light lit up the back of your head, crowning you in the morning. You stood so close now, the warmth of your finger brushing over his rough skin through the hole, and his hands suddenly felt heavy in yours.
A burden you shouldnât bear.
âUhâŠâ Joel cleared his throat as he stepped away, pulling his hands from yours, âThank you.â
Finishing up saddling the horse you led it out the stall door, the iron shoes click-clacked against the worn wood floor before it fell silent against the snow when you led the horse outside. With a nod in the direction of the house you told him to wait inside for you.
âWould ya let Arthur know he can go right ahead with the sled?â he asked you, his body half-turned towards the barn house.
You let out a breathy laugh, a frosty cloud of smoke clouding your smile before you nodded.
Inside, he waited for you on the couch, watching you wave Arthur off on the horse through the window. Joelâs heart picked up its beat when he heard your hollow steps across the porch. He shifted slightly in his seat when you walked in, almost standing but then decided against it in the same moment, rubbing his hands over his thighs instead.
Stomping off the snow covering your shoes you smiled at him like always, and Joel didnât know what to do. A feeling starting to bubble under the surface of his skin. Excitement? Nervousness? Dread? Joel couldnât tell. Maybe he felt all three at onceâ if that was possible. Excitement at the prospect of being alone with you, but also nervousness at the prospect of being alone with you. They gathered around his heart, filled his chest, but the dread, it climbed up his spine, bit its cold teeth in the back of his neck.
âJust let me grab my things,â you hurried with a gesture towards your room.
Joel cleared his throat and nodded. It felt clumsy and awkward, and he cursed himself for it while he waited for you. He couldnât be alone with you. Couldnât entertain the growing feelings. It wasnât right â to you â Joel needed to stay away, to keep a friendly distance.
Joel sighed and closed his eyes.
Nothinâs happeninâ.Â
Like a broken record, those two words spun in Joelâs head in the few seconds it took before you were back in the living room, dropping down next to him with your basket overflowing with yarn.
It felt like déjà vu.
You worked in a comfortable silence, and Joel didnât know if he should say anything. He watched how you worked your needle with a practiced hand â you made it look so easy â but Joel knew it wasnât. A lifetime ago heâd spent way too many nights with a needle in his hand trying to mend a hole over the knee of tiny pink pants, his stubby fingers gripping the needle tightly, guiding it clumsily through the fabric until he was red in the face from frustration.
He needed to thank you, but should he say it now or wait until youâd finished? The longer he watched you, the stronger that bubbling feeling felt, bubbling over, up his throat and over the bite of dread.
âThere!â you smiled when youâd fastened off the last stich. You grabbed a hold of his hands before heâd had time to think and pulled the mittens over his knuckles.
âThank you,â he said, voice scruff but tone still shyer than heâd expected.
You smiled at him again and leaned a little closer to readjust the mittens, tugging at the yarn where youâd mended them, pulling them into the right shape.
âYouâre welcome, Joel.â You locked eyes with him and suddenly Joel noticed how close you sat. It made him hold his breath as his heart started hammering against his chest.
His gaze flickered towards your lips for half a second, wishing for something he couldnât haveâ shouldnât have. He caught himself quickly, finding your eyes again but they were fixated on something else, his lips. Who leaned in first, Joel would never know, the only thing he knew was the feel of your breath against his lips before they brushed over yours in a soft kiss.
Warm. Joel felt so warm.
His hands worked by their own volition; mitten clad, and soft against your cheek, pulling you closer to him, but not close enough. Your hand grabbed at his jacket in the crook of his elbow, tethering yourself to him, to the moment, like youâd float away if you didnât. You hummed against his lips, a desperate sound as you shifted closer.
The sound messed with Joelâs head, he wanted to hear more of it, pull it from you again. His tongue teased at the seam of your lips, a distant thought at the back of his head questioning where his boldness suddenly came from, but he ignored it.
It didnât matter.
The sound escaped you once more and you opened yourself up to him. Joelâs other hand, moving with desperate urgency, found your hip â pulling you even closer. He licked into your mouth, and he fell deeper into you, deeper into the grip youâd snaked around his heart.
A loud slam of the kitchen door pulled Joel away, and the reality of what heâd done trickled coldly down his spine. Out in the kitchen Alma rummaged around while you looked at him with bright eyes, pupils slightly dilated with a hazy smile across your lips.
Joel felt awful.
He shouldnât have done that.
Heâd taken advantage of you. Heâs too old for you â none of this was right.
You noticed the change in him, you mustâve, because your eyebrows pulled together in the smallest of frowns as you regarded him.
âJoel,â you started, your voice low and soft, but he just shook his head.
âIâm sorry!â Joel quickly stood to his feet, wiping his hands on his jeans as though that would somehow erase what heâd done. âWeâ I shouldnât have done thatâ Iâm sorry.â
âDonât,â you tried to grab at his hand, but Joel only shook his head again.
âIâm sorry.â
Joel was out the door before he could regret it, lord knows he couldnât take anymore regret. His life had been full of them, full of âI shouldnât havesâ. He dug his mitten-clad hands in the pockets of his jacket, his head hanging low as he headed down the road towards the forest.
A heavy blanket of clouds had shaded the morning sun, the world darkened in the beginnings of real winter. As a snowflake kissed his cheek, his thoughts wandered to the butterfly heâd seen all those weeks ago. How it had rested over his kneeâ made him think of Sarah.
Youâre on the right path.
Joel had never felt this lost.
The kiss.
It took up most of Joelâs mind. When he worked himself hard with an axe in his hand, when he was counting sheep, but most of all, each time he saw you. Then his thoughts had a mind of its own, reminding him of how your lips had felt against his own, the feel of your body under his touch, and the sounds youâd made just for him. The kiss had been the first kiss whoâd made him want another. The first kiss where heâd pulled away and not been satisfied. He needed to kiss you again, to feed this new hunger for you.
But it wasnât right. An old man like him with someone like you. It wasnât a good ideaâ would never be a good idea.
So, Joel tried his best to avoid you, but avoiding you was impossible â you lived in the same house, shared a bedroom wall. He saw you every day whether he liked it or not â and he did.
He liked you, and it scared the shit out of him.
He felt like he lived in a cruel state of limbo. He didnât know what you were thinking. If you were mad (you had every right), if you were disappointed (he hoped you werenât), or happy (maybe the most devastating thought of all).
The fire crackled loudly, sparks kicking, the sound making you look up from your book. Joelâs eyes found his own book, rereading the same paragraph heâd been trying to read for the last thirty minutesâ ever since Arthur and Alma had retired to bed. This was the first time heâd been alone with you since the kiss, and he felt it all over his body. The aftermath of the kiss sticking to his body like the Austin heat had done in the peak of summer â he couldnât shake it off, couldnât ignore it.
âWhen was the last time you cut your hair?â you suddenly spoke across the silence.
Your question was unexpected, and it made him pull his brows together in a frown. âYou sayinâ I look bad?â Joel asked, dogearing the page he was on before closing his book.
âNo,â you said quickly, shaking your head, âNo-no, I mean itâs just a little long.â
Joel looked at you for a second before he ran a hand through his hair. Well, it wasnât like you werenât right. Lately his hair had started to get in his eyes, even when he pushed it back. Most days when he was working outside, he could tame it under the knitted beanie youâd made him, but it had started to have a life of its own.
âBoston. I think, Tesââ he cut himself off before he said her name, clearing his throat awkwardly to cover his slip up. Heâd forgotten, forgotten for a second that she was dead. Forgotten sheâd died for him and his stupid quest to find his brother. Died for nothing.
âI can trim it for you⊠if you want?â you asked with a bite of your lip.
He couldnât say no to you.
âUh⊠yeah,â he nodded, âOkay.â
As you led him up the stairs to the bathroom, Joel tried not to think too hard about what it would mean â you cutting his hair. He tried not to think about how the last person whoâd done something like that for him was Tess, and what it meant that she was goneâ that it now would be you.
Your fingers running through his wet hair felt goodâ what didnât feel good was the way his back almost gave out from leaning his head in the bathroom sink. The basin was too small, and the tap hung too low for him to comfortably turn his head, instead the water spilled down his face.
Why the hell was he drowning himself for you?
âDone soon?â he grunted, his hands gripping the sides of the sink while he felt your fingers scrub at his roots.
Yes, Joel was uncomfortable, but the way you stood so close â practically leaning on him â it felt nice. So nice that Joel thought that if his eyes werenât already shut, theyâd flutter shut at your touch.
Soap suds ran down the sides of his face as you giggled, âJust a little longer.â
You maneuvered his head back under the tap, your right hand running through his hair under the water while the left covered his eyes in a useless attempt. Then you grabbed the towel resting next to him on the porcelain, the world suddenly silenced through fabric as you dried his now clean hair.
âYou can stand now,â you told him with a small tap to his back as you stepped away. Youâd laid the towel around his shoulders, ready to catch any excess water.
Joel groaned, âI donât think I can.â
You giggled again and then your hands wrapped around him, helping him up. Joel groaned again, but this time for show. He liked the way you touched him, gentle â always gentle. He plopped down in the chair youâd brought in from the spare bedroom, while you got your comb and scissors ready. The wooden chair creaked as he shifted his legs, widening them while he rested his hands in his lap.
Heâd never seen this chair before, but then again Joel hadnât explored the house much â it didnât feel right. He was a guest after all, only staying for a few monthsâ or was he? His eyes found you in the mirror, and then that thought suddenly felt awfully wrong.
âReady?â you turned around to him, a pair of kitchen scissors in one hand, and an old shaver plugged into the wall in the other.
You didnât say much as you worked. It was uncharacteristic for a hairdresser, at least from what he could remember. Back before the outbreak heâd rarely gotten his hair cut by someone other than himself. With his clipper guard set to four heâd tidy up the sides when it was needed and called it a day.
Your quietness was also uncharacteristic to you. You never talked his ear off, but you were never this quiet â at least you werenât before theâ
Stop.
Joel tried not to think about that.
Heâd gone and fucked everything up now. Instead, he stole a glance at you in the mirror, watched the way your lips pursed in concentration to the metal sound of scissors snipping, and the low buzz of the shaver.
He needed to apologize to you.
âIâŠâ he started, watching your head snap curiously to watch him in the mirror.
No turning back nowâ just say it.
âIâm sorry âbout the other dayâ It wasnât right to kiss you like that.â
Your curiosity pulled into confusion across your face, and your eyebrows tugged together in a frown.
âYou donât have to be sorry, Joel,â you told him, your voice gentle, âI didnât exactlyâ... well I definitely wasnât stopping you.â You said it with an awkward laugh. Your kind, always kind, eyes thatâd watched him in the mirror, now glued to the back of his head as you gently combed his hair.
Joel felt something bloom in his chest at your words, and despite himself, he felt his cheeks warm slightly as thoughts invaded his mind.Â
Maybe he should tell you why he did it.Â
Shit, did Joel even know why he did it?Â
âI thought youââ Joel felt the words stall in his throat for a second, before he cleared it decisively.Â
No going back now, he thought to himself, just rip off the band aid you idiot.
Another part of Joel screamed at him to stop the words before they even left his lips, and his doubts gnawed at his insides with more intensity than ever.
âThe other night, when you were asleep,â he paused to swallow, a lump growing in his throat, âI was getting to bed and I heardâ... well, yâwere sort of having a dream, sweetheart.â
With nervous eyes, Joel found your face in the mirror, and watched the way the smiling expression dropped off your face, quickly replaced by a wide-eyed look of pure mortification.Â
âIââ you stuttered out, and Joel rushed to correct himself.Â
âItâs nothinâ to be embarrassed about, I shouldnât a been watchinâ you, I justâ... thought maybe yâliked me, or something.âÂ
His words hung heavy in the air between you, and Joelâs heart picked up its beat as he watched how all your movements suddenly went quiet, along with the shaver, seemingly processing all this new information.
Your eyes found the back of his head again, and when he felt the comb run through his hair again, Joel suddenly felt very guilty for even bringing it up.Â
Stupid. Why on earth would he do that? Was he trying to send you into an early grave?Â
âIâm sorry you walked in on that,â you finally managed, your eyes fixated on your working hands as you refused to meet Joelâs eye â looking infinitely embarrassed.
Youâre sorry? He didnât want to hear those words leave your mouth ever again â the only person in this bathroom who was sorry, was him.
In the mirror you looked so small, and it was his own doing. Your teeth dug harshly into your bottom lip as your combed, and combed, and combed his hair in a shaky hand. Joel felt his heart break.
Heâd dug himself too deep now, Joel thought, he had to tell you, to reassure you it was okay.
After a beat of silence, Joel spoke again.
âIâm not.âÂ
Your eyes widened at his words before they snapped to the mirror, staring at him as the shears trembled slightly in your hand. Still, you didnât say anything.
Joel didnât have the faintest idea where he was going with this, and with the way you looked at him now, his doubts seemed to overtake him as he got the sudden urge to swallow his words right back up.Â
âLook, forget I even said anything angel, I didnât mean anythinâ by itââÂ
The word slipped from his lips like the most natural thing in the world. Something flashed in your eyes through the mirror, he couldâve sworn it, and Joel seemed to realize a beat too late what heâd called you. Feeling his cheeks heat up, his embarrassment forced his gaze to fall anywhere but at you, quicklyfinding his hands knotted in his lap.
âJoel,â you said softly, and despite himself, Joel felt the earlier warmth expanding like a balloon in his chest, âItâs okay.âÂ
He perked up at your words, his eyes snapping from his hands to you as you moved, coming to stand in front of him. Your hands deftly moved the comb through his curls as he looked up at you through the strands. You seemed focused on cutting the ends, before you let out a breath.Â
âIt wouldâve been okay if you had been watching, you know,â you said, your voice simple and even.
Joel felt his entire body tense at your words as his eyes bored into your face. He watched the way your face grimaced slightly; your eyes focused on snipping the strands right.
âI just mean Iââ There was a pause as you gave him a half-embarrassed smile, your lips pursed together as you seemed to search for your next words.Â
You were standing so close, so close he could smell the sweetness off you. You made him dizzy. Dizzy with warmth. Dizzy with proximity. Dizzy with something heavy in the depths of his chest he hadnât felt in a long time.
Joel didnât know why he did it, didnât know why the way his hands moved felt like second nature, but when the tips of his fingers grazed the back of your knee in an attempt to reassure you, it felt like something was calling to him.
âItâs okay,â he told you, âYou can tell me, angel.âÂ
Finally, your eyes met Joelâs. Those kind sparkling eyes bored into his own as you, in an attempt to gather some courage, swallowed hard.
âIâI do like you,â you said.
The finality of your words lodged something loose in Joel, and something he hadnât felt in a long time flicker to life in his chest.
âThat so?â he asked, his voice a little lower.
Somehow, you were stood even closer, only slightly taller than Joel as he angled his head up towards you. Your chest started to rise and fall in a quicker rhythm at his question. Looking at him, your lips twitched in a nervous smile as you turned slightly away from his, placing the comb and scissors on the sink gently.
You nodded.
Still turned away from him, he watched how you gathered yourself, your hands resting on the porcelain as your head hung low between your shoulder blades.
âWhen youâŠâ you trailed off, moving the comb and scissors in a perfect parallel line next to each other. âWhen you,â you repeated, âkissed me⊠I thought maybe⊠you liked me back.â
It was now or never.
Joel knew it.
Standing from his chair, Joelâs hand found your shoulder, turning you to face him. You didnât look at him right away, your head tipped in a bow as you fiddled with your fingers.
âHey,â his fingers brushed lightly under your chin, tilting your head up. Your eyes were wide, flickering like sunlight over wavy water as you studied his face. His eyes fell to your lips â he couldnât help it, and the memories of how theyâd felt against him resurfaced in his mind. If he just leaned a little closer, heâd feel them again.
âJoel⊠if you donât want meâ if you donât like me, you can just tell meâ Iâm a big girl.â Your voice sounded almost breathless, like youâd run up a flight of stairs or walked miles in knee deep snow.
Joel shook his head before youâd even finished your sentence. Donât want you? Donât like you? It was absurd.
âIt ainât that.â
âThen what is it?â The way the words left your lips, broken, beaten, it had Joelâs heart tear apart in his chest.
âIt ainât right, angel. Iâm too old fâyouâ I canât take advantage of you like that.â
A frown pulled at your face then, âTake advantage?â you questioned with a shake of your head. âIâm a grown woman, Joel. Would it be taking advantage if it was what I wanted? If what I wanted was⊠you?â
Joel had never thought about it like that before. The thought of you wanting him back had seemed like a fantasy â something that would never even be a possibility.
Your fingers moved a strand of hair out of his face, brushing it away, and Joel held his breath. Hesitating for just a second, you cupped his cheek gently and leaned closer. The softness of your lips over his own had Joel reeling â didnât matter how quick or chaste the kiss had been â it only left him wanting more.
âI look stupid.â
âYou donât look stupid, Joel,â you laughed, full of joy.
You adjusted the bandana holder and fixed the crooked kerchief around his neck slightly. The red fabric picked up the warmth in his lined leather jacket, and the metal holder caught the shine of the sun.
Joel couldnât believe heâd said yes.
This morning when heâd gotten up with the sun, Alma had stuck her head out of her and Arthurâs bedroom right as he was on his way out the bathroom. Arthur wasnât feeling well, and Joel had prepared himself to work in the woods alone. It wasnât the first time Arthur had gotten sick, and with the way he was looking lately, Joel figured it wouldnât be the last.
He'd been washing his dishes from his breakfast when youâd padded into the kitchen. With a look over his shoulder, heâd caught the way youâd smiled at him before you padded over to him.
âGood morning,â youâd said and wrapped your arms around him from behind.
âMorninâ, angel,â heâd hummed back. Heâd dried his plate and placed it on the counter before heâd turned around, still in your embrace.
Joel wasnât used to it yet, your affection, he still had a hard time comprehending it was meant for him. That it wasnât some joke youâd so cruelly played on him. A joke to see how long you could feed him this adoration until heâd get hooked on it, hooked on you, before pulling away.
Joel didnât dare hold you too tightly. Everyone heâs ever held in his arms had been pulled away by deathâs hands. Every day since youâd told him you liked him, wanted him, Joel had been afraid to lose you.
Maybe thatâs why heâd said yes? Youâd convinced him itâll be safer for you if you knew how to shoot.
Joel didnât know.
The only thing he knew was that heâd caved under your wide and blinking eyes. Youâd looked too cute to say no, and he disliked seeing a frown upon your lips, unless he could kiss it away.
Which he did â but only when you were alone.
Youâd both agreed to keep this thing, the fondness, the love, growing between you a secret. It was easier that way, at least until you both knew what it all meant. Right now, it was a thing, a fondness, but not yet a love, although Joel wasnât far off if he were being honest with himself, especially when you looked at him with those moony eyes.
With a pat to his chest, you pushed off him with a smile. In a closet upstairs youâd found you both a cowboy hat and some bandanas youâd insisted on him wearing. The whole thing was silly, but the way youâd lit up with happiness when youâd placed the cowboy hat on his head, it didnât matter to Joel.
âC'mon cowboy,â you laughed, and grabbed his hand.
He let you drag him with you before he caught up with you. He pulled at your arm so you crashed into his side, and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. It made you giggle, and the sound bubbled around Joelâs heart.
Ingydar stood waiting dutifully in his stall, where youâd gotten him ready. The saddle bags were packed with your lunches and a box of ammunition, and at the back of the saddle youâd rolled two sheep skins and tied them with leather ties. Everything was ready for your day out together.
Or your date, Joel thought as he trailed after you, closing the stable door behind him as you led the horse outside.
Joel insisted you get on the horse first with his help. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable and sat as safely as possible before he slid his foot into the stirrups. You wiggled around to mess with him, and Joel grabbed your knee to steady you. It made you giggle again, and he earned himself a âRelax, honeyâ. Then you leaned back and made space for him to get in front of you.
Joel liked the sound of âhoneyâ.
âYâalright back there?â Joel said over his shoulder after heâd gotten on the horse. Placing the shotgun over his lap, Joel made sure the safety was on before his hands came down to take yours where they rested over your thighs, and gently guided them to slot around his waist.
âYâactually gotta hang on sweetheart, or youâll slide right off the minute he starts trotting,â Joel said, fighting back a smile when he felt your arms tighten around him.
âI know how to ride a horse,â you retorted, and his chest shook with a slight chuckle.Â
âNot saying you donât, angel,â he replied easily, and kicked Ingydar lightly in the sides.
The old horse started walking, and Joel pulled on the reins, steering it down the road and then south towards the woods.
ââJust makinâ sure you ainât gonna fall off âs all,â he said.
You hummed in return, leaning your body against his back. âItâll have to be a really bumpy ride for me to fall off, Joel,â you spoke, the innuendo not lost on Joel.
He decided to pull at the thread a little, âAnd I sâpose youâve had a lot of these bumpy rides, have you, angel?â
Your hands around his waist tightened slightly as he felt you lean over his shoulder, your hat dumping into his. A smile tugged at his lips, and in his side vision he could see you narrow your eyes playfully at him.Â
âWhat are you insinuating, Joel Miller?â you asked him, your tone only half-sharp.
A chuckle rumbled in Joelâs chest, before he bit back a smirk. âIâm not insinuatinâ nothinâ,â he replied, keeping his tone as normal as he could.
He felt your eyes study him for a moment before he heard you let out a dissatisfied hum. âYou definitely are.âÂ
âWell, we got an entire horse ride to god knows where to debate it,â he shot back, which made you smile.
You leaned back again, and a second later he felt you rest your forehead against his back. Joel figured you mustâve flicked your hat off; letting it rest against your back tied by the string around your neck.
âAn entire horse ride to god knows where?â you repeated half-mockingly, speaking into his back but Joel could hear your smile in your voice, âYou really know how to make a girl wait for it.â Â
âYou have no idea, angel,â Joel replied, an otherwise joking tone overshadowed by something else, something more honest.
Behind him, Joel felt you shift, and a small spark of pride filled his chest. He had an effect on you, the same way you had an effect on him. Quickly, you changed the subject, and that spark of pride grew larger in Joelâs chest.
âDid you have a plan, by the way?â you asked him, your voice light and innocent, âOr are we just riding this horse off into the sunset?âÂ
âItâs the middle of the day,â Joel pointed out, âAnd youâre the one who put me in a bandana, so donât even bother tellinâ me you ainât the one with the plan.âÂ
You let out a giggle at this and pressed your face into his back once more. âJust keep going straight for now, you bore, Iâll tell you when.âÂ
Joel chuckled at you, and did as you said, guiding the horse south at the edge of the forest where the snow wasnât as deep. He felt you tighten your hands slightly around his waist, before you fell into a comfortable silence. Â
The horse held a steady pace, rocking you in a soothing rhythm in the saddle. The day was bright and sunny, almost blinding against the snow. Joel had never gone down this way before, never seen the stone face of the mountain up close, the way it cried glittery winter tears when the sun shone.
âThereâs a river down here somewhere,â you suddenly spoke, breaking the silence that had built between you. âThereâs a nice little spot down there where we can camp.â
Joel pulled at the reins, following in the direction youâd pointed. âYouâve been down this way before?â he asked.
âMaybe once or twice a year,â you started, âThereâs this town, Jackson, maybe a weekâs ride south. Iâm not exactly supposed to talk about itâ they run a pretty tight ship, coming off a little more threatening than they are, but theyâre sort of like a commune. Arthur has this deal with one of the ladies, Maria, where we help each other out by trading.â
A frown pulled at Joelâs face, âI thought yâall were all alone out here?âÂ
âWell, we are, but not really. Itâs because of them we still have running water and electricityâ weâre connected to the same system they use. And then usually in the fall or in the spring Arthur will go trade with them for things we need like soap, or nails and stuff we canât make on our own at the farm.â
Joel hummed, and the puzzle pieces of information youâd given him, started to fit into the bigger picture heâd painted of your life at the farm. He could understand why Alma and Arthur still resided at the farm. It was their home, the place where theyâd lived their whole life, but for you, for you it was different.
âSo⊠you know âem? Youâve gone with Arthur to meet this Maria?â he asked.
âA little, I guess. Sheâs uhâŠâ you trailed off, resting your cheek against Joelâs back instead.
The river finally came into view, and Joel let you have the silence. He guided Ingydar down towards the riverbank. A wound cut the ice in two where the river poured backwards eternally. The water clucked under the ice as you rode along the edge; was it wishful thinking to think it sounded like the coming of spring?
âShe?â Joel prodded gently.
Joel heard you sight before you sat up, no longer leaning your weight on him. âShe invited me to come live with them⊠in Jackson.â
Joel frowned, âând you told her no?â
âWell⊠yesâ I just, I canât leave them alone.â
âSweetheartââ Joel started, but you cut him off.
âLetâs stop here!â
You didnât say anything as Joel watched you loosen the saddle bags and sheep skins, while he petted the old horse. He found himself wondering how youâd ended up on the farm, and if you couldâve been happier somewhere elseâ like Jackson.
He tied Ingydar to a tree, before he waded back to where you were trampling the snow flat. He helped you form a bench out of the snow, cutting through the layers until you found a hard enough crust to hold both your weights. The sheepskin warmed under him, as he sat down with a groan. It made you turn around from where you sat on your haunches in front of the fire you were building, a teasing smile pulling at the corner of your mouth.
âTired already, old man?â you teased as you stood to your feet and walked closer.
Spreading his legs, Joel made room for you to stand between them, as he tipped his head back to study you above him. Your smile was dangerous, wild and wonderful.
âOld man, huh?â He raised an eyebrow at you, not able to resist the urge to wrap his hand around the back of your knee.
Your teeth caught on your bottom lip at his touch, and a pride swelled inside Joel. Pride at pulling a reaction from you. Before you could answer him, a boldness took a hold of him, and he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you down into his lap.
You yelped out a giggle and your hands came down to brace yourself against his shoulder. Joel felt a feeling overcome him; one he hadnât felt in a long time.
Happiness.
It tickled at his heart, teared at something inside, and it scared him.
âYou okay?â you asked, your voice coated in concern, and Joel felt his cheeks heat up. He let out a dry chuckle, embarrassed by how easily you could read him.
âYeah,â he cleared his throat, âI justâŠâ he trailed off, studying your face and watching how your eyebrows pulled together in the smallest of frowns.
He shook his head again, before he leaned forward, not thinking it through as he brushed his lips over yours in a kiss. You reciprocated the kiss immediately, although maybe a little caught off guard. Joelâs arm around your waist tightened, as his other hand brushed up your side. He needed to hold you close for just a second, just to know this was real, that this feeling was real, and that you were real.
You broke away first, breathless with a giggle before you dove down again for another peck. Joel let you kiss him; let you cup his cheek and bring him closer. You shifted in his lap, your core rubbing slightly over his crotch. It couldâve been an accident, but the small gasp you let out told him it wasnât. His arm around your waist tightened, and he had to pull away.
Wide eyes looked back at him, and Joel couldnât help but stare at your lips. He felt like a teenager, a teenager sneaking out the house to meet a girl. To finally be with you without the secrecy â to touch you and kiss you openly.
âYouâre somethinâ else, arenât you?â he whispered.
A smile teased at your lips before you leaned in closer, your breath brushing over his ear, âYou have no idea.â
Blood coursed south, and Joel felt his cock come alive behind the confinements of his jeans. It was cold enough for a man to freeze his balls off, but desireâs warmth filled him anyway.
He pulled his head away, finding your eyes blown full of lust. A smile teased at the corner of his mouth as he spoke, âLetâme teach ya to shoot before you get too excited.â
âBefore I get too excited?â you laughed, and sat up properly in his lap again, âI think that might be you, old man.â
Teaching you to shoot was less of a success than Joel had intended. Heâd found a couple of old glass bottles in the barn to use as target practice, but your aim was terrible, missing each shot. To your credit, it wasnât your fault. Heâd taught you how to load the gun, how to stand safely, and with his hand snaking around your body, how to hold it properly.
He could swear his intentions were good at first, he actually wanted to teach you, to make sure you knew how to shoot, and safely, but when he saw how your body shivered from his voice in your ear â he decided to play with you a little.
Maybe he whispered a couple of innuendos in your ear while he dropped his voice an octave just to see your reaction. Or maybe he pressed himself a little closer to your body, showing you how it was done like in those clichĂ© romcoms heâd been forced to watch with Sarah.
It didnât take long before the empty bottles, or the shot gun was forgotten, as you pressed your lips against his in a desperate kiss, your cold nose rubbing against his own.
But Joel didnât have it in him to complain.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound at the door jolted Joel from his sleep. Heâd almost been dragged under, laying in that limbo state between awake and asleepâ not yet in dreamland, but not still among the living.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Joel sat up, letting the duvet fall into his lap and exposing his chest as the streak of yellow light coming through the ajar door cut his bedroom in two. Joel had to squint to see you properly in the doorway as he shed the last grip of sleep.
âAngel?â he questioned, as a tight grip of fear ran through him. He sat up properly now, ready to jump out of bed, his hands already searching for his shotgun resting at the foot of the bed.
With his eyes now fully adjusted to the dark, he watched how you quietly stepped inside his bedroom, closing the door as gently as you could â and the panic seemed to seize just a little. You padded to the edge of his bed, still so quiet, with your hands clasped nervously over where the hem of your sleep shirt met the bare of your thighs.
âI couldnât sleep,â you whispered.
Joel shifted over slightly and lifted the duvet for you to slip under. An open invitationâ one you were quick to accept.
âDâyou have a nightmare?â Joel whispered, the wolf hour keeping his voice down. Â
You shifted closer to him, your head rested on his pillow, and Joel couldnât help himself from touching your waist gently â his fingers dancing over the soft cotton of your shirt.
âNo,â you whispered back, âjust couldnât sleep.â
Joel hummed and shifted over onto his back, extending his arm for you to shift closer. It felt natural now â touching you. You felt like his, and he felt like yours. He didnât know where it was going, but he was starting to enjoy the road to you. To get to know you more, what made you laugh, your quirks, and the way your body felt under his hands.
The weight of your head on his chest, Joel welcomed; his other hand quick to intertwine with the one youâd slung over his middle. He just wanted you close now, every chance he got.
ââJust try ând get some sleep, my angel.â Joel pressed a kiss to the top of your head before he pulled back and closed his eyes. With you in his arms now, he knew heâd have no trouble falling back asleep.
âIââ you whispered.
Joel hummed; his eyes still closed.
âI kept thinking about you.â
Curiously Joel opened his eyes to find yours. You had tilted your head to look at him, you mouth slightly parted as you studied him with moony eyes. The way you looked at him stirred something inside him, a warmth pooling in the depth of his core.
âYeah?â he questioned with a slight cock of his eyebrow, ââbout what?â
Then you got shy all of a sudden, hiding your head in his chest. âThought about how you touched me,â you whispered.
âTouched ya how?â he prodded, gliding his hand up your arm slowly.
He knew it was wrong to play with you like this. Everything was still new, each touch unexplored and seeking. He couldnât fuck you, even if he wanted to, and he did, badly, but Joel couldnât risk it. Not in this world, not at this farm, it wasnât fair to you.
Over him you held your breath as he teased your skin, eyes fluttering shut as his hand moved down the side of your body, and under the duvet.
âLike⊠like how you touched me in my dream,â you exhaled in a breathless voice.
Now Joel sucked in a breath, holding it in his lungs as he tried to calm himself down. He had an idea on how heâd touched you in your dream, but he couldnât hold himself back from asking anyway.
âând where did I touch ya in your dream, angel.â
You squirmed against his body when his hand reached your bare thigh under the duvet, and soon your fingers locked around his wrist to guide it up over the soft skin of the inside of your thigh.
âHere,â you whispered.
A small gasp escaped you when he brushed his thumb gently over your clothed clit. Joel felt the wet warmth of you against the pad of his finger, making his cock twitch to life in his pajama pants.
âHere?â Joel whispered back, as his thumb started rubbing small circles over your clit.
âY-yes.â
The noise you made, the noise he pulled from you from his small touch, sounded like the sweetest melody in Joelâs ear, and he wanted to hear it again. He ran his fingers through your cloth covered folds, and felt the wetness already seeped through.
Fuck.
âMy angel⊠Youâre so wet already,â he tutted, âWere you touchinâ yourself thinkinâ âbout me in that bed of yours?â he hummed in your ear.
A shiver ran through your body when his fingers found your clit again. Slowly, he started circling his fingers again, and the quiet moan that escaped you filled his chest with desire.
âYes,â you breathed out, almost a whimper.
His teeth caught on his bottom lip, biting down to stave off the groan he wanted to let out at your words. He needed more of you, to feel the softness of you, to pull more of those breathy whimpers from your breath.
âTell me, angel.â
In a bold move, Joel dipped his fingers into your panties, gliding two thick fingers through the seam of your folds, dipping into your arousal soiling your panties. His touch made you suck in a quick breath, as your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. A proud grin spread across Joelâs face. It had been a while since heâd been with a woman, even longer since heâd been with a woman he felt something for.
Heâd felt something for Tess, but that had been so complicated â it didnât work right, they didnât work right together as more than friends, like the puzzle pieces didnât quite fit together. But the sex had been good, something to make them both forget for a little while.
Everything with you worked almost too easily, and Joel wanted to make you feel good, you deserved it, he thought.
âI-I,â you said breathlessly, as he worked his fingers slowly up and down from your hole to your clit, âI thought about your f-fingers.â
âYeah, baby? Where?â He whispered in your ear before placing a kiss to the column of your neck. Joel was playing with you now, seeing how desperate he could get you before he tasted you.
âI-inside⊠I thought about your fingers inside me.â
Joel smiled into your neck. This felt as good a time as any to slip a finger inside you, so he did, slowly. You keened under his touch, and the sound of the small gasp you let out made Joelâs cock even harder.
âLike this baby?â he teased, pumping his finger slowly in and out of your wet warmth. He felt your hand wrap around his wrist, holding his arm, almost guiding him in his movements. He curled his finger inside you, trying to find that spongy spot inside that made you see stars.
âY-yes, Joelâah!â
There it was.
He liked the sound of his name falling from your lips like this, and he intended to hear it again. He couldnât help but think about the way your cunt would squeeze around his cock, how tight youâd feel around him, as he continued to massage the spot with the pad of his finger.
âThat feels good, doesnât it?â he cooed, and placed a kiss to your cheek.
âUh-uh,â you nodded, your eyebrows pulling together in a frown of pleasure, âUh-uh.â
He felt your walls flutter around him, and Joel knew he had you just where he wanted you. Quickly, he pulled out his finger before slipping in a second. Your wetness dripped down his hand, coating him in your arousal with every pump of his fingers inside you.
Your breathing picked up, and small moans escaped you in time with the thrusting of his fingers. Joel had to contain himself from rubbing his bulge against your thigh, chasing any kind of relief.
This wasnât about him, he told himself, he only wanted to make you feel good.
He knew you were close now, with just a flick of his thumb over your clit heâd have you coming on his hand â but Joel didnât want it to be over yet. He needed to taste you, heâd thought about it as heâd jerked himself of, fantasized about how youâd taste on his tongue.
Suddenly, Joel pulled his finger out of your cunt. A strangled noise of, what Joel could only describe as disappointment, escaped your lips. It made Joel chuckle.
âJoel,â you whined, and squeezed your fingers around his wrist.
He didnât answer, instead he sat up, a teasing smile coating his face as he shifted down the bed and pulled the duvet with him.
âCalm down, angel, be good fâme, okay?â
His hand wrapped around your calf to spread you apart for him, and he slotted between your legs. He placed a gentle kiss to your knee and let his eyes find yours where they looked back at him wide with anticipation.
âAre you gonna be good fâme?â he asked as he gave you another soft kiss, but this time to the inside of your thigh.
A breath escaped you in staccato, and you nodded, âY-yes, Joel.â
âGood girl,â he rumbled, placing fluttering kisses up your thigh until he reached your core.
Joel didnât want to waste any more time.
He stripped you out of your panties, and threw them to the side to get lost in the bedding. Finally, he got a good look at you, and fuck you were beautiful. Your cunt glistened with your wetness in the low white light of the moon coming through the window. Your hole pulsed when his thumb found your clit, where he pulling the hood back slightly as he teased you.
âPlease,â you pleaded, your hand wrapping around his shoulder; searching for something to hold on to.
âItâs okay, angel,â he comforted you, as his finger spread your lips apart, and put you on display for him before he pinched them together. Under him you let out the smallest of whimpers as he played with you.
âIâm gonna put my mouth on you now, baby,â he told you, his finger back to circling your clit. âGonna taste you pussy.â
His eyes flicked from your cunt to your face, searching for any indication that this wasnât what you wanted. But Joel didnât find any, your mouth had dropped open in the smallest of oâs, and your eyes were glazed over in lust.
âPlease, Joel,â you begged, spreading your legs wider for him.
A grin spread across Joelâs face, and at last he finally closed the distance between his lips and your cunt, placing a kiss to your clit to start.
A hand found his head, as your fingers dug into his hair, which only made him smile wider. He dipped lower, flattening his tongue to taste you properly. You tasted so good, a sweet-salty taste he instantly craved more of. He licked a stripe from your clit to your hole, gathering up the arousal leaking from you, and hummed in contentment.
The fingers in his hair tightened their grip as he teased at your hole, pushing his tongue inside you a couple of times and earning himself the sweetest moans. Joel made sure to remember every twist of pleasure, and whiny moan.
He continued with a lick up the seam of your folds, which made your hips buck, chasing the swipes and zigzags of his tongue.
âThat feel good, angel?â he prodded before latching onto your clit.
âY-yes!â you gasped as he sucked and flicked his tongue.
The noises he pulled from you went straight to his hard cock. He could feel the precum leak from the tip and staining the fabric of his pajama pants. Shamelessly, he started bucking his hips against the bed.
He had to calm down, this wasnât about him.
With a sudden move he pulled away, making a breathy whine escape you at the loss of his mouth. Joel sat up on his knees, before his hands found the back of your knees.
âHold your legs fâme, angel,â he commanded, and pushed your legs up towards your chest. You did as he told you, and hooked your arms under your knees to put your cunt on full display for him.
âFuck,â he breathed out, âso pretty fâme⊠so messyâ listen.â
He ran a finger down your cunt to prove his point, a slick wet sound filling the air.
âPlease, Joel,â you begged again, your voice broken with a breathless whine.
âPlease what, angel?â he mocked, a spark of pride filling his chest as he watched you bite down on your lip.
âPlease⊠make me come,â you whispered, and Joel thought heâd never heard anything sound so hot in his life.
He dove down again, consumed your cunt. His tongue lapped at your core, his finger teased your hole, pushing the pad just inside your opening; in and out, in and out. His lips found your clit again, where he flattened his tongue before drawing precise circles. Around his finger your cunt pulsed â you were close.
Joel never slowed down his tempo, determined now to make you come. He continued to lick and suck, thrusting his fingers inside you fully now as he pushed up against the spot heâd found earlier. Your breath picked up the pace, small breathy moans and whines escaping you in an increasing tempo.
âR-right there,â you heaved, your face scrunched together in pleasure. âD-donât stopâ Iâm gonna c-come.â
Joel hummed against you, continuing his rhythm with his fingers and his tongue, coaxing you closer and closer to your orgasm. You started to mumble something, but Joel couldnât hear it clearly between your heaving breaths.
He was determined now.
Curling his fingers again, your eyes snapped open, âJoel!â
Your cunt spasms around his fingers, and then you came around his fingers. Your eyes screwed shut as you moaned, as your body squirmed under him.
You looked so beautifulâ you sounded so beautiful.
He continued to massage his fingers inside you, thrusting them slowly as you rode out your high. Making sure to drink in every sound, every squirm and twist of your pleasure as he watched you calm down.
When your breath had started to come back to normal, Joel pulled his fingers from your cunt. His fingers were coated in you, coated in your slick arousal and your cum. With a cheeky smile he brought his fingers to his mouth as he locked eyes with you and sucked them clean. The wide-eyed look on your face was the sweetest thing heâd seen.
âJoel,â you begged, your hand pulling him down over you.
He held himself up with a hand digging into your pillow, and he couldnât help but smile as he looked down at you. He never wanted to forget the look on your face in this moment, never wanted to forget what you looked like glowing in a post-orgasm bliss.
Your hands cupped his cheek and pulled him down to your lips. The kiss was desperate, wet and messy, and it made Joelâs heart soar inside his chest. His cock was so hard. He could slip it inside you just for a moment, only the tip.
âPlease,â you said breathlessly between kisses, âyou can fuck me, Joel.â
No, not yet.
With a shake of his head, he came to his senses, âNo, angel, this was just fâyou.â
Your eyes widened with confusion; a slight frown pulled at your eyebrows as he pulled away. Joel bought himself some time by pulling you closer and wrapping an arm around you, careful not to press his hard cock into your ass.
âThere ainât exactly any condoms out here,â he told you, âItâs just too risky.â
It was a sorry excuse, Joel knew it, and he could tell you did too. His boner rubbing into your ass told you as much. Joel wanted to, he wanted to fuck you, but he just couldnât, not yet anyway. Not until he knew that it was what you wanted, that he was what you wanted.
A moment went by before he heard you whisper, âYou can pull out?â
Joel couldnât hold back the smile threatening to spill across his face, âIâve heard that one before, didnât exactly go to plan.â
âWhat do you mean?â you asked, turning around in his arms to find his face.
Shit.
âNothinâ,â he shook his head. He didnât want to think about that right now, didnât want to feel that grief thatâs never gone away, didnât want it to tear at the happiness he felt in this moment. âItâs just somethinâ from before.â
Your interest seemed to pique at that. You turned around fully in his arms and slung your arm around his broad chest. Your eyes glittered with curiosity, âHow was it? Your life before?â
Memories flashed before Joelâs eyes; days of hard work under the Austin sun, drunk laughter at the bar with his brother, pink birthday parties, and singing along to girl groups in the truck.
He held his breath for a moment before he let out a quiet sigh, âNormal, I guess.â
When he looked down at you where you rested your head on his shoulder, it seemed his brief answer had disappointed you, so he decided to elaborate, âI worked too damn muchâ me ând my lilâ brother we uh, had a business togetherââ
âContractors,â you remembered.
âYeah,â he chuckled, âthatâs right.â
âWhatâs his name?â you asked.
âWhoâs name?â Joel frowned.
âYour brother,â you said, the âduhâ not spoken out loud, but your tone indicative of it either way.
âUh, Tommy.â
âJoel and Tommy,â he could hear the smile in your voice. âWhatâs he like?â
Joel sucked in a breath, âA pain in my ass first of all.â
A playful slap landed on his chest and Joel couldnât help but smile, âIâm serious.â
Interlocking his fingers with your hand on his chest, Joel opened up to you. âTommy always wanted to be a hero. He enlisted in the army right outta high school, I was⊠well, it doesnât matterâ they shipped him off to Iraq a few months later and heâŠâ Joel trailed off, his eyes fixating on a crack in the ceiling.
âWhat happened when he got back?â you gently asked with a squeeze of his hand.
âTurns out beinâ in the army doesnât make you feel much like a hero,â Joel sighed, âI watched out for him, kept him outta trouble, made sure he had a steady job.â
âYouâre a good brother,â you told him, but Joel felt the opposite.
âI donât know,â Joel shook his head slightly, âThen the outbreak happens, and Tommy convinces me to join a group makinâ their way up to Boston, which I did, mostly to keep an eye on him, keep him alive. We meet Tess, join a crew ând⊠did some things I ainât proud of, but we were survininâ, right?â
You squeezed his hand again, urging him to continue. âThen Tommy meets Marlene. She talks him into joininâ the Fireflies. Same mistake he made when he was eighteenâ wants to save the world. âCourse, last I heard he quit the Fireflies too. So, now heâs on his own out there.â
âAnd thatâs how you ended up here, looking for him.â You said the words slowly, like you were contemplating each word, âand heâs still out there somewhere.â
A lump of guilt grew in Joelâs throat. Had he abandoned his brother for the safety of your arms? Let Tess die for nothing?
âYeah,â he swallowed around his guilt, âLast contact I heard from him came from around the Cody towerâ in Wyoming.â
âCody?â you sat up, âThatâs not too far from Jackson⊠maybe thatâs where he is? I need to ask Arthur, but thereâs no other settlements around here except in Jackson.â
A small glimmer of hope awakened in him, âYou sure?â
âYeah,â you nodded your head, âwhen spring comes you should go to Jackson with Arthurâ maybe heâs there!â
Your enthusiasm was cute; the way you seemed to glow above him. âMaybe,â he hummed, noncommittedly, as he pulled you down to rest against his chest again.
A moment passed in silence before you whispered, âAnd this Tess⊠was she your wife?â
âNo, she⊠she was my partnerâ but she was family.â The words strained in his throat, like they didnât want to come out, âSheâs dead⊠got bit.â
âIâm sorry, Joel,â you said, your voice gentle as you squeezed him tighter. âI understand⊠my familyââ you cut yourself of, but Joel understood.
Dead.
âArthur said I wasnât the first person passinâ through. Iâm guessing that was you?â
âYeah,â you sighed, âI uh, my family and I, we were travelling with a group. It wasnât very large, but I guess it was big enough to draw attention. One night, uh,â your voice started to tremble, and it broke something in Joel.
âAngel,â he whispered, his hand wrapping tighter around you, âItâs okay, you can tell me.â
âIâm sorry,â you sniffled, âitâs just really hard to talk about.â
âDonât apologize, I know baby, I know,â Joel soothed before pressing light kisses to the top of your head.
âOne night,â you cleared your throat, âWeâd camped, had dinner and I⊠I waited for my parents to fall asleep so I could sneak into the tent of this boy that I liked, Ben. He was the only person my age in our group. I had just turned eighteen and I was in love, I guess.â
You paused, and Joel pressed another kiss to the top of your head. âWe were fooling around in his tent when I heard something outside,â you continued, âBen said I was being paranoid, that I was just afraid to get caught by my parents, but then we heard a gunshot. It was chaos, e-everything, t-theyâd killed my family, Ben, e-everyone. I managed to hide behind a tree, my feet were like frozen to the ground, I-I couldnât run. I saw each and every face of the men who murdered my family. They raided the camp, took e-everything.â
âAngel,â Joel soothed when you started crying, âYouâre safe⊠youâre safe now.â
âI donât know how I did it, but I managed to get awayâ I just ran, ran as fast as I could for as long as I could. Iâve never been so cold, or tired or hungry as when I stumbled on this farm. I donât remember the first days, I was so sick, but Alma and Arthur took care of meâ I owe them everything, they saved my life.â
You were full on crying now, and Joel tried his best to calm you. He whispered soothing words in your ear, pressed soft kisses to your skin, and held you in his arm. He let you cry, as he cursed the people whoâd done this to you â cursed the world who continued to take, and take, and take.
Joel couldnât leave you, and maybe deep down heâd know it for a long time. Heâd do as youâd suggested and go with Arthur to Jackson come spring, but he was coming back for you.
He wasnât gonna leave you.
The days came and went and collected into a tranquil rhythm of the cogs in Joelâs routine. Heâd wake to the bleeding blade of the sun over the lip of the mountain, or your kisses over his heavy eyelids. After that first night together, you slept in his bed more nights than not, as his bed transformed into a room for just the two of you. A place where Joel didnât have to think or be anything other than completely himself. A place to laugh and smile, whisper under the bright moon, and hear his name fall from your lips in breathy moans.
Your chest rose and fell in a steady beat, your eyes closed so delicately you looked like a sleeping angel. And you were, his angel. Joel never made a habit of watching you sleep, but sometimes heâd indulge himself in the peacefulness of the hour between night and dusk. By the time the room started to turn blue with the morning light, thatâs when Joel missed you too much; wrapping his arms around you with just enough movement to wake you without being blamed.
Heâd let you dream for a few moments longer, though. Content to lay in the silence with you before the noise of the day would pull you apart. But the moment of peace could only last for so long, the soft thumps of Almaâs steps down the stairs told Joel it was time to wake up.
Under the crinkling of the sheets, Joelâs hand found the dip in your waist. He was about to kiss you good morning when he heard Almaâs steps come closer and closer. A surge of panic coursed to his chest.
âJoel?â she knocked on his door.
âI ainât decent yet, Alma,â Joel yelled through the door. The loud bass of his voice made you blink your eyes open, looking up at him with a curious look.
âIâm sorry Joelâ I was just letting you know that Arthur isnât feeling well today.â
Joel sighed. This was the third time in as many weeks Arthur was sick, and now Joel was in for another day alone with the work and the trees.
âThank you, maâam. Iâll be out in a second.â
âIâm going to get started on breakfast for you, Joel,â she answered.
When Joel had thanked Alma, and her steps had faded away, Joel indulged himself in a morning kiss. The way your lips slotted against his felt like oxygen rebounding his lungs.Â
âAgain?â you sighed when you broke away from the kiss, your hand found his hair to brush a curl from his face.
ââs the cold I reckonâ ând the work⊠it ainât exactly easy on the old man.â
You hummed and cupped his chin. âMaybe I should go with you today? Help you out?â you posed.
Joel heard himself chuckle and shook his head, âThat ainât happeninâ, angel.â
A gasp left your lips in mock shock, âWhy?â
ââCause the animals would miss you, and I intend on stayinâ on their good side,â he said, a smile hanging off his face.
You narrowed your eyes at him playfully, intent on making him cave, âTheyâll be fine.â
Joel only laughed, âYou say that ând the next thing I know I got Colonel Eggsworth on my ass.â
âI donât believe that,â now you were giggling, âColonel Eggsworth is the nicest rooster weâve had!â
âI ainât takinâ any chances, angel,â Joel pecked your lips.
âCoward,â he heard you mumble under your breath as he got out of bed. It made Joel smile, and a warmth gathered around his heart.
Back in the routine, after another quick kiss, you sneakily slipped back into your room to get dressed. While Joel pulled his sweater over his head, he thought about what it meant to wake up each morning with you and feel three words rive at his heart, never having it in him to say them, to let them spill out his mouth.
Maybe saying nothing was honestyâs default. Maybe it was how he could avoid telling you all the stupid things he wanted to say. So, for now he said nothing. Said nothing at the breakfast table. Nothing when youâd helped him saddle up Ingydar. And nothing as you waved him goodbye.
After months working in the woods, Joel did his work on autopilot. He always started with a reconnaissance round, looking for which trees to chop down. Then, with the weight of the axe in his hands, heâd start his work. Now, after theyâd brought the horse out, the work was somewhat easier. He still had to chop down the tree, and clean off the branches, but he could move the trunks much easier now with the horse.
The wind howled like a hound, biting at Joelâs cheeks but the sun was out, and Joel didnât mind. Heâd gotten used to the cold by now, and Arthur had taught him quickly how to layer up. The increasing number of knitted pieces of clothing youâd made him also helped.
By the time the sun was at its highest peak, Joel debated going back for lunch. Heâd done so every time he was alone out here, and especially after theyâd started bringing the horse. The walk back had been cut in half on horseback, maybe even more than half now that he didnât have to wade through the snow.
Looking back, Joel almost couldnât see Ingydar where heâd tied him to a tree. Heâd gone deeper into the woods than yesterday. Maybe it wasnât worth it today? He could eat his packed lunch and finish up a little earlier instead.
The days had gotten shorter and shorter, and the hours of daylight had shrunk in the months he and Arthur had been working. But the sun had turned, Joel felt it. It wasnât much, maybe a half hour or so, but he felt the difference.
He ate his lunch in the company of Ingydar, feeding him some carrots heâd snagged from the basement. He was a good horse, old and tired but hard working. Joel worked until the sun dropped behind the mountain, a shadow coating the world as it grew darker and darker. He needed to get back before it got properly dark. Joel quickly gathered his things, swinging his gun over his shoulders before he was back on horseback.
The horse knew the way back by itself at this point, even in the dark, but something wasnât right. What was that smell? Small snowflakes started to fall from the sky the closer he got to the edge of the wood, but the smell only grew stronger.
Smoke.
Thoughts tumbled in Joelâs head, small fleets on a stormy sea. With a kick to the sides of Ingydar, they picked up their pace. The muted rhythm of horse hoofs against the packed snow trail, beat along to Joelâs heart.
A cloud of smoke rose up to the sky, dancing through bright yellow and orange flames. Joel couldnât get there fast enough, pushing Ingydar to the limit as they galloped up the trail to the house. Joelâs heart was in his throat.
What the fuck was happening?
The flames licked at the sky, devouring the house, moaning and kicking like a beast. The heat was unbearable, the light almost blinding. Ingydar neighed loudly as Joel quickly jumped down, not bothering to tie him to something or calm him down. Joel watched the house burn in total disbelief. Frozen to the ground by shock, his heart beating loudly in his ears.
You.
Where were you? You had to been able to get out somehow, right? Why was everything so quiet?
Something caught his eye then, only a few steps from the porch stairs. His feet carried him without a second thought. Arthur was clad in only his pajamas and his robe. He mustâve been forced out of bed. The snow around him was stained crimson from where the life had spilled out of him.
Joelâs first thought was that he was dead, but then Arthurâs eyes flickered open to find Joelâs. The snow creaking under Joelâs shoes mustâve pulled him from his slowed death.
âJoel?â he croaked, blood spilling from his mouth.
âDonât try ând speak.â Joelâs voice came out colder than heâd expected. This couldnât be real. Falling to his knees, Joel worked quickly, placing Arthurâs head gently in his lap as he found the source of the bleeding.
The blood oozed from a hole in his stomach. A bullet wound, most definitely. Joel put as much pressure on it as he could manage. His mittens drank the blood greedily, saturated by red. It just kept coming, the warmth coating his fingers.
What the fuck had happened?
Under him Arthur coughed, spilling more blood down his chin, coating his white beard in red. âListenâŠâ
Joel shook his head. This couldnât be happening. This was just a bad dream. If he could just open his eyes, heâd be back in bed with you. He just needed to open his eyes.
âSheâs alive,â Arthur managed to say, âThey took her alive. Raidersââ another cough, âBroke in. Alma dead.â
The panic in Arthurâs face was almost too much for Joel to watch. His breath was heavy, breathing through this new information as his head spun with questions. Arthurâs eyes glazed over, and Joel knew there wasnât enough time.
âWhere is she?â he hurried, his hand lightly tapping Arthur on his cheek. He just needed to stay alive a little longer.
âWoods.â Was the only word Arthur could manage, as he used the last of his strength to point south.
An awful stench mixed with the smoke, and Joel knew Arthur was gonna die. His body couldnât control itself anymore, ridding itself of the last of pieces of life. There was nothing beautiful about it. Nothing peaceful or dignified. Not how an old man like Arthur should leave this world.
Joel grabbed Arthurâs hand, it was clammy and cold, but it was the least he could do â Arthur wasnât gonna die alone. He tried to think of something to say, anything at all, but the words died on his tongue.
âAlmaâŠâ Arthur whispered with his last breath, and Arthurâs hand went slack in his hand.
An eerie silence fell over the farm, safe from the fire crackling and moaning. Emotions raged inside Joel, fighting to bubble to the top. Anger, confusion, guilt, grief. A loud crack could be heard, like glass shattering, and it pulled Joel from his shock. He gently laid Arthur down on the ground, before he managed to rise on unsteady feet.
A loud noise started ringing in his ears, and Joelâs breath started coming out in an uneven pace. Shit. Joel tied a fist over his chest, his body tilting forward as he tried to catch his breath over the panic tying up his throat. He took a few shuffling steps before he hurled, gall burning his tastebuds as Joel vomited on the ground.
When heâd thrown up all there was in his stomach, Joel groaned. He ripped off the bloody mittens as quickly as he could, his hands digging into the white snow to wash his mouth of the bitter taste.
Joel burned inside and outside. Standing so close to the house, the heat was unbearable. Everything was unbearable. Sarah was dead, Tess was dead, Alma was dead, and Arthur was dead.
Could he take anymore grief? Joel wondered. How much grief was a man supposed to endure in a lifetime? None of this was fair.
Had he just gone back to the house for lunch, theyâd all be alive. Had he not dragged her across the country to find his stupid brother, sheâd still be alive. Had he not told that soldier she was hurt, sheâd still be alive.
As he stared into the raging fire, Joel felt his own anger simmer to the surface. It pushed away all the grief, and the guilt, and sharpened his senses, made him laser focused. His arms and legs moved by their own accord, tugging the shotgun from his shoulder, before he started moving in the direction Arthur had pointed.
They were gonna pay for this. Theyâd made his world go up in flames and struck the match on their own life in return.
As Joel vanished into the night, he left a piece of himself behind. He was going to find you. He was going to hold you and kiss you again. Nothing or no one could come in the way of that.
Nothing could come in the way of Joel.
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A LOVELY TOUCHâISAGI YOICHI
âź summary. meeting his parents and being in his room for the first time allows you to get to know another side of isagi that you hadn't discovered before.
âź tags. (18+), established relationship, unprotected sex + creampie, fem reader, petnames, sex toys, praising (thatâs my girl), spit, dirty talk. divider creds: cafekitsune.
âź wc. 4.3k
Isagi's room is just as you had pictured it in your imagination. The walls are decorated with soccer posters, of some anime with rather colorful characters and of some soccer players you vaguely recognize from having seen them on your phone. The bed is impeccably made, with a navy blue bedspread that matches the two pillows perfectly lined up on top. Next to the bed, a nightstand holds a stack of comics and manga that you fail to identify until you get close enough. In front of the bed, a wall-mounted television is connected to a playstation, ready to be used.
The room, in general, is surprisingly tidy, almost too tidy to be Isagi's. The thought that he probably cleaned neatly because he knew you'd be staying over tonight brings a smile to your face. Throughout your relationship, you had always met at your place or at the hotels he stays at when you visit him out of town, so to be here, in a space that is entirely his, sends a tingle through your stomach that stirs the hunger of your curiosity.
As you flip through the monochromatic pages of one of the manga, you hear the sound of his footsteps approaching down the hallway. The floorboards groan under his weight, and your heart pounds, as if you've been caught doing something wrong. A smile spreads across your face as you see him standing in the doorframe, his silhouette blocking the light coming in from the hallway, giving him an almost cinematic air.
Isagi mimics your smile, mirroring it as he closes the door behind him and steps into the space you now share. It is at that moment that you notice the subtle scent of sandalwood wafting through the air, permeating the atmosphere. The room, completely enclosed and with thick curtains blocking the outside light, has maintained this scent throughout the day.
"What do you think, then?" asks Isagi, with a slight tension in his voice that makes you wonder if his heart is beating as fast as yours.
Isagi's parents turned out to be even more charming than you had imagined. His mother insisted on adding another dish to dinner, even though you had offered to cook for everyone; she even offered to help you wash the dishes, while Mr. Isagi and your boyfriend continued chatting in the dining room a few feet away.
The feeling you are left with is one of warmth and comfort, like a warm blanket wrapped around you after a long winter's day. And that's what you're trying to express, albeit in a simpler, less corny way.
"âŠI'm happy to have finally met them," you conclude sincerely.
Isagi, who has just hung up his jacket in the closet and is now wearing only a shirt and dark sweatpants, walks up to you and wraps his strong arms around your waist. With the manga completely forgotten, your hands find rest on the back of his neck, and out of instinct, you start stroking his hair. Isagi visibly relaxes at your loving touch.
"'Yeah? I think they really liked you, I was nervous," he says, laughing softly.
"Really, you thought they wouldn't like me?" you tease as Isagi closes his eyes, enjoying your touch.
"Quite the opposite. I thought they might like you more than me," he replies, meeting your eyes again, causing a sparkle to tingle up from your belly to your ribs.
"Your mom is so nice, and your dad is so cool. I think it's adorable how they support you."
It's obvious how proud they are of their son, how far he's come. That was reflected in every topic of conversation they had tonight and in the way their eyes sparkled at the sight of him. Deep down, you're relieved to have their approval, too.
"I had no doubt they would like you. My mother loved the dessert you made too, you're cooking so much better every time."
Isagi guides you towards the bed, interrupting the conversation. He lies down first and invites you to join him with a few pats on the mattress. You crawl onto the bedspread, which stays perfectly in place despite the movement, and lie comfortably on the arm he has extended for you.
"I'm gonna stay all weekend," he says, playing with the silver "I" dangling from your neck. Your eyes instantly light up, and Isagi struggles to contain a mischievous smile that threatens to appear at the corners of his lips.
"You hadn't told me," you murmur, controlling the excitement in your voice. "I thought you had to leave tomorrow."
"'Yeah, I wanted to surprise you." His fingers fiddle with your collarbone and the line of your neck as he says it, only to finally focus his full attention on you.
He watches your reaction closely, delighted that he got this reaction in person, knowing it wouldn't be the same if he'd told you about it over the phone. Then, he leans toward you and kisses you softly on the lips, a fleeting kiss after which he doesn't pull away, allowing you to become drunk on the fresh, woody scent that surrounds him.
"We could go out tomorrow, maybe invite your parents over again andâŠ" you start to suggest, but Isagi interrupts you with another soft kiss that instantly makes you close your eyes. Your hand rests on his chest, feeling his heart dance against his ribs, as his palm rests on your waist.
"I'd love the idea, but right now I don't wanna do anything but hold you close."
The physical contact instantly ignites your skin, and the tone of his voice alerts your senses to what might be coming. But you're still curious to explore more of his space, so you add, "Your roomâŠ" he chuckles, probably guessing what you're going to say next. "It's very organized."
"Does that surprise you?" Not really, but the attention to detail does. Everything looks impeccable, you know he's put a lot of thought into it. "I've learned a few things about keeping my place in order with Barou."
"Oh, yeah, you guys were roommates before."
"Uh huh. He wanted to kill me when he found my shoes where they were not supposed to be, or my jacket on the couch when I got home late from training."
You laugh at the mental image of an angry Barou chasing Isagi with his shoes in hand around the apartment, though you remain aware of Isagi's touch, of how his fingers gently trace lines on the skin of your stomach, which your now somewhat disheveled top reveals.
The room is enveloped in a comfortable silence, broken only by the faint whisper of the fan on the ceiling. You've settled into his chest, with his heartbeat providing a steady, soothing rhythm that almost lulls you to sleep. Yet your eyes roam the room with a newfound curiosity, lingering on details you had previously overlooked, as if you want to unravel a little more of what this space can reveal to you about him.
Near the door, the closet remains ajar, revealing a glimpse of its interior. The shirts are lined up with almost millimeter precision, but it's the bottom corner that captures your attention. Between a pair of worn sneakers and a backpack that has seen better days, a cardboard box with worn corners peeks out, partially hidden.
Your curiosity piqued, you sit up slightly, trying not to disturb the moment.
"What's that?" you ask quietly, pointing to the box with a slight nod of your head.
Isagi follows the direction of your gaze and sketches a shy smile, as if you've found something he'd forgotten. "Oh, that⊠it's just a box with some old things, souvenirs and such."
His answer is simple, but his tone piques your interest even more. You slide gently from his side, the mattress emitting a slight creak under your weight as you stand up. " Can I see it?" you ask, wariness mingling with growing curiosity.
Isagi chuckles softly, shaking his head with a mixture of resignation and amusement. "Sure, but there's not much, really."
You make your way to the closet and kneel down in front of the box. You carefully pull it out, surprised by its unexpected weight. You place it on the floor in front of you and, as you lift the lid, a rush of nostalgia seems to flood the air.
Inside, you find a variety of objects: a pair of soccer tickets yellowed by time, photos of a younger Isagi alongside friends you don't recognize, and a scarf of his favorite team, still vibrant in its colors. There's a small trophy, probably from some school competition, and a keychain that looks like it was purchased on his first major trip away from home. Each object seems to be loaded with history and meaning, as if they were pieces of a puzzle that together reveal the essence of who he is now.
Your fingers stop on one photograph in particular, where a teenage Isagi smiles broadly, holding a ball with his hand raised in victory. Beside him, a childhood friend embraces him with the same energy. The happiness on his face is so genuine that you can't help but smile too.
"This is adorable," you say, holding up the photo so Isagi can see it from the bed.
He gets up and comes over to you, sitting down next to you on the floor. "That was a good time," he comments, his voice laden with nostalgia as he takes the photo from your hands to look at it more closely. "We won that match by sheer luck, but it was one of the best days of my life."
Your attention is diverted to another object in the box, a small notebook with worn edges. You delicately open it, finding inside scribbles, small drawings and notes that Isagi probably wrote when he was a teenager.
"You've kept all this for how long?" you ask, fascinated by the amount of memories he's accumulated.
"Since forever, I think," he replies, laughing lightly. "I'm not one to usually hold on to the past, but some things are worth keeping. I like to remember them from time to time."
You close the notebook and put it back in the box, feeling like you've just discovered a side of Isagi you may not have been fully aware of. As you do so, something else at the bottom of the box catches your eye. It's the thick edge of what appears to be a red book. Curiosity leads you to slide your fingers along it and pull it out for a better look. The objects on top offer resistance, but without giving up, you manage to pull it out.
"Oh," Isagi murmurs as you realize that it's not a book you've pulled out, but a stack of magazines that, under the light of the bulb, reveal their true nature.
"Yoichi?" you ask, covering your mouth with your hand to contain the laughter bubbling in your stomach while at the same time showing the magazine in his direction.
"Fuck." His cheeks flush red, and you've never seen him so nervous. Immediately, he tries to snatch them from you, wrestling you with the box in between.
"Let me see them!" you laugh, louder this time, enjoying the rare sight of seeing him so distressed.
"Stop, it's embarrassing! Don't open them!" he insists, desperate, as you try to wriggle away from him, the porn magazines now scattered around you.
In the struggle, his foot buckles and he loses his balance, falling on top of you and crushing you to the floor. Your hands are trapped above your head, imprisoned, and the magazines fall open, revealing their stained pages beside you.
" Can I explain?" he says, his voice trembling between embarrassment and nervous laughter.
"Well?" you ask, biting your lip to keep from laughing again.
You watch him as he struggles to find the right words, finally giving up with a sigh. "It was a gift from a friend."
"And you kept them?" you ask, arching an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Well, yesâŠ" he mumbles.
You laugh again, not because you're judging him, but because seeing him so grief-stricken over something he tried to hide, but which is really no big deal, is adorable. It's rare to see him in this state of vulnerability, and you can't help but enjoy his discomfort a little. Your laughter grows with his fingers starting to tickle you, and your eyes fill with tears as you beg for mercy. Finally, Isagi pulls away, sitting back on his heels, victorious as the air from the fan ripples his hair.
"It's okay, check them if you want. I'll go pee, but don't touch anything else until I get back," he says, his voice tinged with faux authoritarianism.
His words only fuel your desire to explore more. You sit back down, the magazines now forgotten on the floor, as you scan the room for something else you might discover. But finding nothing that captures your attention, you momentarily give up, remembering that you probably have missed messages from your mom asking how dinner went. Your phone, deep in your pocket, had died halfway through dinner.
"Babe, where's your charger?" you yell, heading for the nightstand. You open the drawer and what you find is more than you expected. It's a treasure trove, exactly what you were looking for to piss him off even more.
"Fuck me," Isagi mutters from the doorway, his tone a clear sign of resignation.
"A fleshlight?" you exclaim, completely shocked. There's not even any intention of joking now. "I didn't think you were the type to use toys⊠I thought you didn't like them."
Isagi advances towards you quickly, but you hide it behind your back just in time. He stops, measuring his next steps.
"It was a joke," he explains, his voice laden with embarrassment.
"What kind of joke?" you ask, genuinely curious.
Isagi shakes his head, trying to organize his thoughts. "The guys thought it would be funny. It was a 'joke' because⊠well, because I was a virgin and stuff. Now, give it to me."
Isagi takes a step forward, but you step back, finding yourself pinned against the bed.
"Did you use it?" you ask, your eyes full of genuine wonder as you try to keep your cool.
Before you can run away or have time to react, Isagi advances towards you with the speed and precision he only shows in the field. His eyes, tinged with a deep blue full of determination, bore into yours, revealing an expression you have rarely seen, a mixture of defiance and desire. Effortlessly, he manages to lay you down on the mattress, his weight taking you prisoner as he reaches for the object hidden behind your back. He teases you again with tickling, and new tears of laughter form in your eyes.
"Fine! Fine, I give up! But firstâŠ" you say with a chuckle, noticing how he raises an eyebrow tentatively, as he pulls away and is completely seated on top of you, you notice small beads of sweat forming a crown on his forehead. "I need to know if you've used it."
Isagi licks his upper lip, his heart beating rapidly. He shouldn't feel embarrassed, but there's something uncomfortably intimate about admitting it in front of you, as if crossing an invisible line.
"Yes," he replies simply, his voice barely a whisper.
"Thinking about me?"
The room is plunged into a thick, tension-laden silence. Isagi looks at you, his eyes roaming over every detail of your face.
"Yes," he confesses, his words full of honesty. You lick your lips, struggling to keep your breathing under control.
"What were you thinking?" you ask, your voice low, barely audible in the charged atmosphere of the room.
Isagi takes a moment before answering, his eyes scanning yours for any clues. Finally, he leans in a little closer, his face close to yours, and in a barely audible whisper, he answers you.
"I was thinking about you⊠riding me, then me fucking you sideways, toying with your clit. Fuck, I remember it so clearly," he says, his voice deeper, charged with a mixture of desire and vulnerability you've never heard before.
The confession leaves a shiver running across your skin, and for a moment, the air in the room seems to grow thicker, heavier. His words, so simple yet so loaded with meaning, make you feel a mix of emotions. All you can do is look at him, contemplate this man who has somehow become so essential to you, so intimately tied to your life that imagining a future without him seems impossible.
"I want to see you use itâŠ" you whisper, your words full of desire, stripped of any trace of teasing. The question hangs in the air, waiting for his answer.
Isagi takes a shaky breath, and you can feel his hips push against your abdomen, letting you know exactly what he thinks about the idea. The tip of his nose brushes against yours in an intimate gesture, but then he stops, reluctantly pulling away.
"OkayâŠ" he sighs with resignation. Though you lick your suddenly dry lips now, and silently moan at the loss of his warmth when he pulls away, your skin begins to tingle with anticipation. Before you, your boyfriend peels off his shirt in one fluid motion, dropping it carelessly to the side. The sight of his naked torso, bathed in the soft light of the room, makes your heart pound, building anticipation and tension in the air.
"Do you have any lube?" you ask, your tone anxious, straining to keep your eyes fixed on his and not on the noticeably tight bulge under his boxers as he finally strips out of his pants.
Isagi gives a slight nod of his head, gesturing towards the bedside table. "If you'd looked a little harder, you would have found it right next to that⊠thing."
A smile tugs at your lips as you hear him refer to the toy that way, reminding you that, while he's not completely comfortable with the idea, he's willing to experience something new just because you've asked him to. Quickly, you lean over to the nightstand, pushing aside the charger and other items, until your fingers find the bottle of lubricant. You take it and return to bed with excitement pulsing through your veins.
Your legs are folded and wedged between his thighs. You watch anxiously as he holds himself with his hands on the mattress, his back slightly arched back. The sight of the tangle of hair peeking over the edge of his boxers distracts you for a moment, intensifying the desire growing between you both.
"Take it out," you ask, flashlight in one hand, lube in the other.
"You take it out, I thought it was you who wanted to play."
The response makes you bite your tongue, so he was going to make you work for it, you conclude. Good. You set the objects aside and ask him to lift his ass up so you can fully pull his boxers out of him, his free cock bouncing gently on the spot. He was completely hard and you want to tease him about it, comment to him that if he doesn't like the idea so much why is he so hard, but you know he's been thinking about it probably before dinner and that, if he were to toss your panties aside he'd realize you were just as needy so you let it go for now. Just for your own good.
It throbs as you feel your determined hand approach with the bottle of lubricant. You drop a generous amount at the tip, watching as it slowly slides to the base, its viscous texture catching the dim light of the room. Deftly, you reach for the liquid just before it touches the mattress, catching it with your fingers in a precise gesture.
Isagi shudders under your touch, a tremor running through his body more from the warmth of your touch than the coldness of the lubricant. The sticky sound of your hand sliding up and down now accompanies the soft murmur of the fan, creating an intimate symphony that fills the space you share.
You stroke him just a little before taking the toy, Isagi grunts as you press it to the tip, he thrusts his hips up to receive you when you finally slide it down disappearing his cock completely. You dare to give it a few pumps, taking note of every reaction.
"How does it feel?"
"Good," he replies with his eyelids half drooping and his jaw clenched.
Tentatively you give another deep thrust, the lewd sound of the toy filling the room with its wet, provocative echo. Then, you pull it out completely, and you can't help but watch as his cock drips pre-cum mixed with the lube, creating a tantalizing gloss on the tip. Isagi moans at the lack of attention, his voice laden with need, but it doesn't take you long to re-wrap his cock with the plastic, resuming a rhythm you know he loves.
"You're doing such a good jobâŠ" you murmur, fascinated as you watch him lose himself more in the moment, clearly surrendered to the pleasure you're giving him.
You liked it, you must confess. The power it makes you feel to see him like this, it was just like when you were masturbating him, he could reason, but for some reason there's something different about using a toy in between, the whole new scenario has you in a thick cloud of frenzy, your movements speeding up, determined to make him cum. His brow furrows, his lips part.
"Yes? Do you like being in control?" asks Isagi, his voice husky with a mixture of curiosity and desire.
You just mumble something inaudible, caught between the intensity of the moment and the proximity of his body. Before you can add anything else, however, Isagi rises, his movements fluid and confident. His hand slides to the back of your neck, gripping it firmly as he draws you closer, his lips only inches from yours, like a promise of an approaching kiss. "You like fucking me?"
"Yeah⊠fuck, I wanna watch you cum."
"Do it. Fuck me harder, cmon. Use me."
With both hands on your cheeks, he traps you in an intimate kiss, a heady mix of lust and love. His lips move urgently over yours, his tongue tangling in yours as his teeth gently punish your lower lip. Isagi's moans grow louder, each one charged with desire, as he inevitably nears climax.
"I'm not cummingâŠ" he growls. "Not anywhere else but in your pussy."
Before you can react, Isagi takes your hand firmly, pushing the fleshlight aside. With a fluidity in his movements, he gently lays you down against the bed, his body pressing against yours. One hand rests on your neck, the touch warm and reassuring, while the other descends to your clit, caressing it in slow, long circles. The air becomes thick with anticipation and desire, each brush igniting your senses and leaving you breathless.
"No more games." The determination on his face is exhilarating, it has you throbbing and clenching around his fingers stretching you.
In a moment, Isagi gets rid of your bottoms and underwear and spits on his hand to wrap his cock with saliva, his hips exerting weight on your thighs open you wider for him and then you feel the tip part the walls of your pussy, your mouth opens slightly.
"There's nothing like this pussy."
Then, with one precise movement, Isagi slides inside you, so deep it takes your breath away for an instant. The sensation fills you completely, eliciting a choked moan in your throat. He doesn't move fast, but begins to roll his hips, creating a friction that makes you shudder. At the same time, his fingers continue to torture your clit in slow, deliberate circles, sending waves of pleasure that make you arch your back, letting the moment consume you completely.
"I'm almost there⊠but I need you to cum with me," he gasps.
You can only nod in desperation, begging him wordlessly to keep up the pace. But, without warning, Isagi pulls out, wrenching a frustrated moan from you before you can protest. With almost ruthless precision, he flicks your clit with the tip of his cock, drawing an unexpected cry of pleasure from you. Then he lifts your leg, placing it over his shoulder in a new position that allows him to go even deeper. Without further warning, he begins to thrust hard into you, the rhythm now brutal, as if he is determined to bring you to the edge of your orgasm. Each thrust is a promise broken and fulfilled at the same time, a movement that seeks both his release and yours, as you feel yourself collapse in shared ecstasy.
"There's nothing like this fucking pussy," Isagi murmurs between clenched teeth, his voice laden with desire as his lips land on your heel with a sweetness so intense it leaves you breathless. The contradiction between the brutality of his thrusts and the tenderness of his gesture makes you feel dizzy. "Lets cum together, baby."
His words sound like a request, but his raw passion, along with the strokes that spread throughout your body, feel like a command you can't refuse, even if you wanted to. Your back arches, and an electric current runs down your spine, tangling in your insides and exploding in an explosion of colors like fireworks. A few thrusts later, Isagi is chasing you, cumming inside you as he showers you with praise and how good you always are to him.
"That's my girl, there you go," he says sweetly as he kisses your throat, moves up to your jaw and concludes on your lips with tiny kisses that he scatters all over your face, tickling you.
"Stop!" you laugh as he gently bites your cheek for the sole purpose of teasing you.
"Don't run away from my kisses, c'mere!" Isagi squeezes you against his arms, from which you can't escape, as he continues to shower you with kisses and nibble you gently in every corner he can reach with his teeth. He doesn't stop until you surrender in his arms and kiss him back as you tousle the sweaty strands of his hair.
"Let's take a shower and go to sleep," you murmur sleepily. "I'm exhausted."
"Yeah, let's do that," he says, giving you one last kiss on the lips as he squeezes your cheeks.
"Maybe we can use the toy agaâ"
"Don't even think about it."
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The Return of Superman- Mark
(cw: f!reader called âmamaâ, a child duh)
Mark had spent a good few decades with a lot of his life documented on cameras. There were music videos, behind the scenes vlogs, cameras, talk shows, selfies, you name it- he did it. There was however, one area of his life that wasn't show or documented for the public. That was you, your marriage, and his son.
There had of course been the announcement on SM's end about Mark being in a relationship, then there was SM the announcement five years later about the two of you being married paired with a post from Mark with a wedding picture of the two of you where your face wasn't seen, and then the last announcement 3 years ago announcing the birth of his son.
Mark completely understood and agreed with your apprehension to show aspects of your life to the public, especially regarding your son. There was the occasional post with you and you can recall the uproar it caused across social media when Mark finally posted your full face on his public account. It was complete madness. People had managed to track down your place of work and even found other pictures of you from your friend's account. You had reason to be apprehensive regarding the privacy of you family.
However, as your son got older, you and Mark got more comfortable sharing more and more about your life, still being mindful of your privacy. So when Mark's managers called and mentioned his own episode on The Return of Superman, you had both discussed it and cautiously agreed with a few conditions. Conditions that were met with no argument since Mark was such a big celebrity to lock in.
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Mark was sitting in the confessional, the familiar black curtain behind him as he introduced himself to the camera, "uh yeah, hi. My name is Mark Lee, I've been a member of NCT since 2016. My wife and I have been married for almost 9 years and our son is 3 years old."
He pauses as he listens to a producer as a question. He chuckles and shakes his head, "My son and I spend a lot of time together, but loves his mom. I try to take him out for some father and son bonding, but he cries for mom after an hour, when he play together he always involves her. It's great, I obviously love her too, but I think these few days the two of us will be kind of rough."
The scene cuts to the cameras panning over the space of yours and Mark's home as the commentators laugh and predict what they think will happen.
Mark is shown sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes tiredly before putting on his glasses and heading for his son's room. You had left the night before for a much needed girl's weekend with friends. You waited until your son was gone, peppering his chubby cheeks with kisses as he slept in his toddler bed before sneaking out of the room and bidding Mark goodbye with his own barrage of kisses and watery eyes. You knew Mark would be fine alone. He was a good dad and his confidence had skyrocketed once his son had grown out of the shaky steps phase.
"Wow, that is such a cool boy room!" One of the commentators marveled as the camera in Mark's sonâs room showed the room covered in Spider-man. He had Spider-man sheets, blankets, wall stickers, toys, books- everything.
Mark smiled softly at the sight of his son sprawled across his little bed, still deeply asleep. Mark made his way to the kitchen and began making breakfast. He turned on the rice maker and began cracking eggs into the pan, watching tiredly as they turned from translucent to white.
One commentator cleared her throat, "this is interesting. Isn't it well-known that Mark can't cook eggs? I wonder if he's gotten better or his son likes them?"
The scene shows Mark and his son sitting at the dining table, his son blinking slowly and using both his hands to keep his head up. Mark laughs softly, scooping up a spoonful of rice and fried egg to feed his son. Usually, he'd be able to feed himself but this morning he's just too sleepy and Mark admittedly likes babying him. He is still a baby.
His son tiredly chews, his eyebrows furrowing and his face falling into one of confusion. He opens his eyes fully as he leans away from the next spoonful of food heading for him. "What's that?" his little voice asks as his finger points at the egg.
"It's eggs and rice, bub. Say ah," Mark instructs.
"Mama made it?" his son asks while turning his cheek away from the spoon.
"No, I made it," Mark replies, deciding to instead take the bite of food for himself.
His son scrunches his face up and takes the fried egg from his bowl and places it into Mark's, "yucky, Appa. No thank you!"
Mark tilts his head back with a roll of his eyes as the commentators laugh and compliment his son's good manners despite him calling the egg 'yucky.'
The scene cuts to Mark and his son standing in the entryway of your home, putting on their shoes. As Mark opens the door, his son freezes, "is Mama sick?"
Mark is hesitant to respond, "no, Mama isn't here. Remember it's going to be just me and you until tomorrow night?"
He can hear the familiar catch of his son's breath as he nervously looks up at Mark, "she's ok? She's coming tomorrow?"
Mark feels his heart melt, and the commentators all aww and coo over how cute the 3 year old is. Mark crouches down in front of him, picking him up and hosting him onto his hip, "of course she's coming back. Come on, we're going to go ride bikes at the park and get dinner with uncles later. Does that sound fun?"
His son sniffles and nods, "and ice cream?"
Mark laughs, "yes, and ice cream."
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The camera crew follows Mark and his son around the park, watching as Mark teaches the boy to pedal and steer the bike. He eventually gets the hang of it and begins riding around on his own with a big smile. His little laughs and giggles fill the air as he zooms in every direction much faster than Mark or any of the cameramen expected, especially the cameraman tasked with following the boy around with his heavy camera.
It's all going well, no tears, no complaints, not even a mention of you, until the tricycle comes to an abrupt stop and turns when it gets too close to the edge of the grass. Mark sprints over the second he sees the tricycle teeter over and makes it to his son before the tears start.
He keeps calm as he looks his son over for any wounds, finding none and immediately being filled with relief. His son must have just gotten scared from the fall. Nonetheless Mark holds him close and rocks him as he cries into Mark's t-shirt.
"I want Mama," his son cries.
"I know buddy, I'm sorry. Does it hurt anywhere?"
His son continues to cry and shakes his head, his sobs turning into sniffles as he calms down. Mark pushes the hair away from his son's forehead and presses a long kiss to the sweaty skin, "you are being so brave, bub. I know it was scary, huh? I am so proud of you."
"And Mama too?" his son asks with watery eyes.
"Yes, and Mama too. You can tell her all about it when she comes home tomorrow. You can tell her that you heal fast like Spider-man."
His son perks up and his eyes brighten, "like Spider-man?"
Mark nods and stands, with his son in one arm and the tricycle in the other, "Oh yeah, big guy. Just like Spider-man, whenever he gets scared he keeps going, right?"
This sets his son off on his little tangent about Spider-man fighting the Green Goblin, then Doc Oc, and how he uses his webs and how the bad guy loses and Spider-man always wins.
The scene cuts to Mark in the confessional, "I really have enjoyed my time on the show, but I may be worse than my son. If you have me back, can she stay too? Please."
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I need to make that man jealous. I need to see him riled up. I need to see him lose his cool. I need to be the center of his focus. Kicking my feet, twirling the phone cord, rolling over in bed, giggling, like "What do you think he'd do to me if he found out?"
I got u. rubs my filthy trash hands togetherÂ
3,700ish words
tw violence, mildly unhealthy relationship dynamics, language, slightly suggestive, Fleki
gn reader x mithrun, established relationship
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 There are layers to Mithrunâs possessiveness.
Layer 1: Caution
You looked nice. Too nice. While Mithrun had a habit of staring, he never gawked. To gawk would imply a certain sort of pathetic desperation. Mithrun was desperate for you, but not pathetically so.Â
How you looked at that moment was gawk-worthy, though. He only tilted his head, gaze roaming over your body as you leaned on the dining table, organizing your belongings. Your legs, your hair, your chest, your arms, your shoulders, your back, yourâ
It wasnât acceptable.
âYouâre going to Cithisâs house, you said?â Mithrun asked. His voice was level, even, with no betrayal towards the slowly growing flame burning within him.
You nodded and sent him a smile, âYeah. Did you change your mind about coming?â
Yes? No. Mithrun felt himself tense, âIâll think about it.â
He had zero interest in a party. He had zero interest in drinking and listening to people chatter all night. What he was interested in, though, was keeping an eye on you.
Mithrunâs fist clenched. He dug his nails into his palm, causing a light sting to run through his nerves. You dressed like that for this party? He trusted you to behave, but he didnât trust anybody else. The thought of people looking at you, their eyes raking down you; the thought of others desiring you⊠It filled him with a taut, vibrating anger. He was a rope pulled too tightly, about to snap.
Mithrun was definitely going to that party, and heâd stay by your side the entire time. With his arms around you and his gaze roaming the room, nobody would dare bother you.
He wonât get into fights, usually, he wonât be dramatic or loud, but you know when heâs feeling possessive. He gets a dark look in his eye, he holds you tightly, he watches people like a wolf stalking a rabbit. His expression and vibes are usually enough to scare away potential threats.
Mithrun isnât jealous out of insecurity. Heâs jealous because youâre one of his few desires and he refuses to lose you to anyone. Simple.
Heâs very shameless about it.Â
The next layer to his jealousy/possessiveness is slightly more intense, though, and a bit more rare.Â
Layer 2: Enter At Your Own RiskÂ
The streets of Melini were more crowded as of late. New people had come to check out the nation, and it made shopping for simple groceries difficult.Â
Youâd given Mithrun the task of locating the vegetable stand. He went without question, doing as you asked and slipping through the sea of bodies. With a moment to yourself, you hitched your woven basket into the crook of your elbow and inspected the fabrics stall. The little house you shared with Mithrun needed new curtains.Â
 You ran a finger over a certain fabric, admiring the weave pattern. Yet, a shadow cast itself over the stall and a sudden presence to your right stole away your attention.Â
 âHey,â a man said. You looked up to meet his eyes. He was just a guy, perhaps his smile was a little too confident, but he seemed relatively normal. âYou wanna know what material Iâm wearing?â
Not particularly. But before you could reply, the man continued, âItâs called boyfriend material. Wanna touch?â
That had to be the worst pick up line youâd ever heard. Should you even dignify it with a response? You felt your expression twist into one of disgust without realizing it. And the man tensed as he noticed his lack of success.
âLet me try again!â He pleaded, âI promise, Iâm a nice guy, I just wanted to make you laugh. I saw you from across the street and I think youâre beautiful. I couldnât not talk to you, you know? I just hadââ
You didnât hear the rest of his words. Your focus immediately turned to the approaching storm. It was like watching dark clouds roll in, hearing thunder shake the world.Â
Mithrun lifted his chin a little. He clenched his fist. In his other arm were several potatoes, exactly what you asked him to get. The breeze ruffled his hair. It was the worst kind of anger in his eye, the calm kind. Mithrunâs head was clear. He knew precisely what he was doing.Â
Slowly, you shook your head, shooting him a warning look.
Mithrun ignored you.Â
He stalked closer as his good eye narrowed. His nose wrinkled just a little, betraying his fury. His shoulders were tense and his knuckles were white as he picked up and potato andâ
âNo!â You commanded. Mithrun froze, obeying you, but he didnât look happy about it. The flirty guy also froze with wide eyes.
âNo?â The guy asked.
âNot you,â you hissed, then pointed at Mithrun who stood behind the guy, a potato in his hand and only inches away from the guy's back. âMithrun, I swear to god, if you use your teleporting magic to switch out someoneâs literal beating heart with a potato again, Iâm making you sleep outside tonight.â
Mithrun was pissed. But he knew you meant it. He turned his gaze onto you, challenging you, daring you to stop him. You maintained eye contact, refusing to back down. He could not brutalize the people of Melini just because they thought you were pretty. The guy was annoying, but innocent.Â
Finally, Mithrunâs jaw clenched, but he backed down. He lowered the potato of death and took a step away. The flirty guy was staring at him with wide, terrified eyes.
Mithrun nodded his head to the left, âGo.â
âYes sir!â The man said before scurrying away.
You knew your boyfriend was going to spend the next few hours a bit grumpy, a bit clingy and touchy, but⊠You actually didnât mind that. It sent a thrill, a heat, up your spine.
Heâll calm down in a bit. Itâs just offensive that someone would even try to take you.
Of course, you remind him that thatâs unreasonable. That guy had no idea you were already in a relationship.Â
Mithrun does not give a damn about reason and logic right now.
He can be a little scary. Itâs niceâŠ
Level 4: The Danger Zone
Due to being a loyal partner, purposefully making Mithrun jealous was not on your agenda. He would never do that to you, youâd never do that to him. It was cut and dry. Simple.Â
Except, an old friend of yours was visiting Melini and had sent you a letter to announce his arrival. The handwriting on the letter was familiar, filling you with warm nostalgia. You hadnât realized that you were smiling at his sweet words until Mithrunâs voice tore you from your thoughts.Â
âAre they announcing another sale at the bakery?â He asked. It almost didnât sound like a question with how flat his tone was.Â
You looked up to see him in the kitchen nearby, his back to you as he slowly chopped at a green onion. His hair was pulled into a stubby ponytail, but locks of white still fell around his cheeks. You swore, sometimes that elf had eyes in the back of his head.Â
âYou think Iâd be smiling like this at a sale announcement?â You asked dryly.Â
âYes, actually.â
He was right. You hated it when he was right.Â
You always told Mithrun the truth, there were no secrets on your end. Mithrun, of course, had his little secrets that you would eventually discover. Like the time you desperately wanted a very pretty coat in the store, but someone else had already bought it, and Mithrun had Cithis brainwash the buyer into giving it to you. For months, you wore that coat thinking âwow how nice that they just gave it to me!âÂ
Or the time the sequel to one of your favorite books was delayed. And Mithrun disappeared for two days without notice, then came back with an unbound manuscript of the book. You asked how he got it, he said he âknows a guy.â In reality, he broke into the authorâs house and stole the manuscript.Â
The man was dedicated, you could give him that.Â
Yet he kept secrets. Mithrunâs moral compass didnât always point North and he didnât care enough to fix it. You thought it was cute half the time, other times it caused a bit of trouble. In the case of your old friend, it would only cause trouble.Â
So, for once, you decided to keep a secret.Â
âNo, itâs actually a sale at the butcherâs,â you lied, âbuy one get one free on pork.â
Mithrun hummed in thought, âWe could stock up and do a special on pork ramen.â
âWe could do that, yeah.â
You hated lying. Now you had to somehow acquire an obscene amount of pork for the shop.Â
You decided to tackle that challenge later. For now, your friend would be arriving soon, and you had to figure out how to meet him without raising suspicion.Â
No matter how hard you try, suspicion rises like the tide.Â
Mithrun isnât paranoid about what you do in your time away from him. He has the tendency to be a bit codependent, but resists that urge (Kabru told him it was unfair to both of you to put all of his happiness on your shoulders. He begrudgingly agreed. Stupid Kabru and his stupid emotional intelligence.)
So, you go to do your thing. Whatever. He busies himself with one of his weird little hobbies, but Mithrun has a certain instinct for trouble. Something inside of him is telling him to beware, making him antsy. He doesnât like these new feelings brought on by having a desire for you. It makes his knee bounce and his fingers restless.Â
He looks at the fireplace. In the hearth, thereâs the corner of a piece of parchment. Why was there parchment in the fireplace? Were you burning papers? Letters?
You were smiling so sweetly at the mail earlierâŠ
Heâs up and stalking across the house within seconds, out the door and into the streets of Melini.Â
 Perhaps you were too trusting. Perhaps you were naive. Perhaps you were stupid.Â
Ages ago, this particular old friend asked to marry you. You refused, of course, because you werenât ready to get married and you didnât feel that way about him. He asked again. And again. And again. It was annoying, but you decided to stay his friend because of your history together.Â
Now that you had taken a moment to look back on said history, you realizedâŠ
This old friend had been trying to court you for years.Â
âI heard you have a partner,â your friend said. His smile was tight and the grip on his utensil was even tighter.Â
You forced a smile, âYeah. Mithrun. Heâs great.â
âTell me about him.â
Where to start with Mithrun? It was a safe subject, at least. Your old friend knew about your relationship and would hopefully respect it.Â
âWell, heâsââ
Your friend interrupted, âIs he handsome?â
Odd, but not unexpected. You nodded, âYeah, I mean, heâs an elf so I donât know if handsome is the right word. More like absurdly beautiful.â
Friend tensed in his chair. You saw his shoulders roll as if he was preparing himself for a fight. âCool. Cool. Is he funny? Does he make you smile? Does he kiss good?â
You were definitely too trusting and naive.Â
âYes to all?â
âIs he good in bed?â
Your hands shot up as if you could physically repel the questions, âI donât really want to talk about that.â
âYou donât want to talk about your boyfriend?â Friend asked, his eyes widening, âI thought you loved him. Is there perhaps trouble in paradise? You know you can always vent to me about it. Iâm a shoulder to cry on.â
Had your friend always been like this? Surely not. You had good times together. There was that one time he made you laugh so hard you choked on water and he got so scared that he gave you the heimlich. Sure, his hands werenât in the right place for the heimlich, instead landing on your chest, butâ
Oh Lord. Heâs always been this bad.Â
With your food uneaten and a churning in your stomach, you began to stand up from your seat. âI donât think this was a good idea, honestly.â
His eyes widened again, âReally? I think itâs a great idea. I came all the way to Melini to see you!â
âYeah, thatâs the problem. Listen, our lives have changed and Iâm with Mithrun now andââ
Friend shot out of his seat, rounding the edge of the table before you could back away. His face was desperate and he was already breathing heavily. Nearby, the welcome bell rang as someone stepped into the cafe, but the usually pleasant noise was muffled to your ears. Friend put his hands where they didnât belong, on your waist. That was Mithrunâs spot, thatâs where Mithrun's hands went. He yanked you close and dread filled your chest.
This couldnât be happening.Â
His lips were on yours. You tried to pull away, your eyes squeezing shut. His grip was strong and your mind was racing with panic. Your hands landed on his chest to push him back andâ
He ripped himself away. Or, rather, he didnât rip himself, but he was ripped, like a yanked-off bandage. You opened your eyes to see Mithrun, and relief instantly flooded your system.Â
But the calming, warm waters of your relief drained as you noticed the look on Mithrunâs face. He was naturally rather blank most of the time, yet at the moment, his good eye was narrowed, his mouth twisted into a scowl. He held your friend by his hair, ignoring the complaints and pleas and insults from the man. Without warning, Mithrun yanked on the manâs hair and began dragging him through the restaurant. It didnât matter if your friend was bigger than your boyfriend, Mithrun had more strength and determination and sheer will to kick his ass.Â
People gasped and watched with wide eyes. Someone panicked. Waiters and workers approached slowly. Yet, the situation resolved itself. Mithrun pushed the door open, the bell rang cheerily, and he yanked your struggling âfriendâ out into the street.Â
Your heart clenched. It felt as if someone had wrapped their cold fingers around your organs and squeezed. Your legs moved before you could give it a second thought, and you were out the door and chasing down your boyfriend instantly.Â
Mithrun had dragged the man into a nearby alleyway and thrown him against the wall. Your âfriendâ was on the ground, hands coming up to hold his aching head. Mithrun knelt down to wrap his fingers around his neck andâ
âStop right this instant!â You yelled.Â
He froze, his eye widening. His hair was a mess and his pupils small with focus. Slowly, he stood up straight, taut like a bowstring being pulled. âWhy?â
âBecause I said so!â Your throat hurt from how desperately youâd yelled.
âThatâs not a very good reason," he retorted through clenched teeth.
âMithrun,â you seethed, âYou cannot just grab people by their hair and drag them around.â
His expression darkened, âHe kissed you. Against your will, Iâm presuming.â
âOf course it was against my will!â You couldnât help but wave your arms, a little manic and all-too-aware of the gathering crowd in the street behind you. âBut that doesnât mean you can brutalize him!â
Mithrun tilted his head and looked at you as if you were a child spouting nonsense. âOf course it does.â
âMake him pee his pants!â Someone yelled from the crowd.
âPee his pants!â Someone else repeated.
âPee! Pee! Pee!â
âAlright,â Mithrun agreed and turned his attention back to your âfriendâ, who was looking around as if he couldnât believe what heâd been dragged into, terrified and shivering slightly.Â
âDo not make him pee his pants,â you commanded, âI swear to the Gods I willââ
âTwist his dick!â Someone yelled.
Since when did the people of Melini get so violent? You glanced over your shoulder only to see that Fleki had arrived and was encouraging the act of dick twisting. Of course.Â
âThe olâ dick twist!â She yelled again.Â
Enough. That wouldâve made you crack up under any other circumstances, but frankly you had no desire to see your boyfriend twist another manâs dick. Mithrun, being himself, was already kneeling down with the intent of twisting. You stomped up to him, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and yanked him away. He allowed it, only making a light noise of surprise and stumbling after you.Â
The further you pulled him, the less you could hear of the crowd. They expressed their disappointment, but seemed to be dispersing, unwilling to follow you and Mithrun into the darker parts of the alleyway. You rounded the corner of a building and noted that it was filled with crates and relatively clean. A perfect place to have a fight with oneâs partner.Â
Mithrun read your mind. He straightened up and pulled from your grip, then folded his arms over his chest and glared--- which wasnât very different from his usual expression if not for the slight narrowing of his good eye and the hard set of his jaw.Â
You returned the look. Unwilling to back down, you met his ink-black gaze and lifted your chin.Â
The air thickened. It felt as if your blood had started to thrum, to vibrate within your veins. A rock lodged itself in your throat as you forced yourself to hold the gaze. No backing down. You refused. It had been a horrible day so far and Mithrunâs murderous intent did not make it any better.Â
(That was a lie.)
(You didnât want to acknowledge it, but you wanted him so badly.)
Eventually, Mithrun broke the silence, a rare act on his part in these kinds of situations. âDonât tell me you actually care about him.â
Your blood thrummed a little higher and you felt a heat rise within your stomach, though whether that heat was from pleasure or anger you werenât quite sure. âHe was my friend at some point, though Iâm not sure why. The problem here is moreso that you canât drag people around by their hair and attack them.â
âHe kissed you,â Mithrun hissed through grit teeth.Â
âAnd that sucked, honestly,â you admitted, âbut heâs just a pathetic loser.â
âIs this the same guy thatâs been in love with you for years?â
You blinked in surprise, âWhat? Iâve only recently figured that out. How did you know?â
His gaze flattened, âEvery story youâve told me about him gave it away.â Of course. Your cheeks felt warm and you did your best to avoid his quickly intensifying stare. When you had no response, Mithrun continued, âWhy did you hide from me that he was coming to visit? Did you like that he kissed you?â
An unpleasant flash of horror crossed through your chest and you gasped, âOf course not!â
Did he even need to ask that? It was absurd. Yet, Mithrun took one slow step toward you. It was the calculated approach of a wild animal on the hunt. Without realizing it, you took one step back.Â
Another step forward, and you backed up. Two seconds later, your back hit the wall and Mithrun uncrossed his arms. He pressed his palms flat against the brick on either side of your head.
âI think,â his voice lowered, âthat you subconsciously knew he wanted you, that youâve always known, and that I would be angry at you going to meet him.â
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Heat flared in your lower abdomen and you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. He was so close and you were so weak.Â
âWhy would I do that?â You managed to ask, though your voice was strained.
âExactly,â Mithrun said, gravel in his tone. âWhy would you do that?â
Curses ran through your mind. The one time you keep a secret from Mithrun, and it ends like this. Youâre never doing that again.Â
One of his hands left the wall and instead trailed up your waist, slow and savoring. His good eye flickered down to your neck and you had the urge to tilt your head as if to offer him a bite. The thought of him sinking his teeth into you, his body pressed against yours⊠You were on fire.Â
Perhaps you might do this again, on occasion. It could be fun.Â
The brick wall was cold on your back. Mithrunâs stare was colder. He leaned in, holding himself up against the wall with one hand, his other hand digging into your hips as if he wanted to sink his fingers through your skin and grip your bones. Harshly, he yanked you closer as his lips crashed against yours. He mightâve drawn a little blood with his teeth. You mightâve had the urge to melt into him. Your legs mightâve almost given out if he hadnât held you up.Â
The heat was consuming. Mithrunâs touch was rough, his kiss hard and laced with the intent to prove a very important point. Every inch of his being was focused on you in that moment. Every ounce of him was yours, and he was determined to prove that you were his in return. He broke the kiss but wasted no time in attacking your neck, hot breath fanning over your skin, teeth and lips scraping down the length and to the curvature where it was most sensitive. As you made an involuntary noise, his grip only tightened.Â
And there it was, what youâd been waiting for. He sunk his teeth in. Heat pulsed through your body and you couldnât help but gasp. You felt what mightâve been his lips upturning into a little smile against your neck.Â
But Mithrun suddenly pulled away and blinked, and stared, and let out a soft exhale. The heat died like water dousing a flame. You stared back. He didnât look ruffled in the least. His cheeks were pale as always, his eyes dull. The only sign that youâd been kissing was the light sheen on his lips. Meanwhile, you were a complete mess. You could only guess how you looked at that moment. Judging by how his eye flickered up and down your body, it was probably a sight.Â
Mithrun pulled back. He stood up straight and walked away casually.Â
âWhereââ the words lodged in your throat and you had to force them out, âWhereâre you going?â
He raised a hand as he walked, âThe butcher actually is having a sale on pork. I need to get some before he closes.â
Without him to hold you up, you slowly sunk to the ground, pulling your knees to your chest.Â
No more secrets, you decided, feeling especially dead inside as you stared at a nearby crate. No more secret keeping.Â
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SAFEHOUSE
starring. shouta aizawa x gn!reader
summary. what happens when pro hero eraserhead, also an old flame, shows up on your doorstep, beaten and bruised and a little bloody, telling you he needs your help?
content. use of 'y/n' and 'l/n' for last name, blood descriptions, patch up descriptions bc i have first aid, emt & basic life support training, reader's quirk is 'total immunity' meaning the only way they can die is of old age although idk how relevant it is, reader and aizawa used to be kinda together, 'who did this to you?' but reader says it
a/n. can you tell yet that i'm an oxford comma lover?? | also part 2?? maybe?
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You should've gone to sleep hours ago. But you kept telling yourself, one more episode, which had become the rest of the second season of a show you were starting to hyper fixate on. You had the next day off, and whenever you did, you had a tendency to be more lenient with your bedtime, even when you regretted it in the morning with more cups of caffeine than even you deemed healthy.
Blinking hurt a little bit, your eyes dry from having been glued to you laptop screen. Your fingers mindlessly floated over to the trackpad, and you tapped it, pausing the episode. With a heavy sigh, you tilted your neck to either side, effectively popping the bones.
When you felt a dry tickle in the back of your throat, you looked off into the dimly lit space of your bedroom. The only light was from your laptop and a bedside lamp on your nightstand. Without the sound effects and voices of the characters in your new show leaving your laptop speakers, your home felt extremely quiet.
That tickle again came back to irk you again, and you realised you needed water. Setting your laptop aside, you pushed the bunch of blankets that lay over your lap to the side, swinging your legs over and off your bed. You yawned, reaching for your phone on your nightstand.
You blinked a couple times as your eyes tried to adjust to staring into the brightest light source in the room. 2:38 AM. Shaking your head at yourself, you pushed yourself out of your bed.
Using your lockscreen as a flashlight, you opened your bedroom door, shining the light down the hall. It seemed dimmer when you used it like this. Still, you stepped out of your bedroom, venturing into the darkness. It was still your space, and you trusted that you wouldn't be jump scared by anything.
You walked down your hallway, glancing into your bathroom out of habit as you reached the main area. To your right was the entryway and living room, and to your left, the kitchen and dining area. In quick strides you made your way into your kitchen, opening the cupboard just to the left of your sink. You reach for a glass and pull it down, setting it on the counter with your hand still around it while your other hand reaches forward to the faucet handle, turning it to set the water as cold as possible.
As you fill your glass, you start to feel that something is off. The air is so still, almost to the point you think you can see the dust floating around in the dark. You look around, but end up shaking your head, chalking it up to being up too late. You look down and see the glass just over half full and call it good, bringing it up to your mouth. First, small sips of the cold liquid, and then a gulp of it down your throat.
âBetter.â You mumble into the air, staring at the closed sheer curtains that hang over the window over your kitchen sink.
Then there's a knock at your front door. Well, it's not so much a knock and more so a bang-like sound. Several bangs, actually. It made you flinchâ jump a little bit where you stood. You set your glass on the counter and just stared at the door, unsure of how to proceed.
You heard words through the door, although you couldn't make out what they were with the distance you had from the entry point. But something persuaded you to go over to your door. You reached for the handle, and then paused when you heard a sound. A groan.
âWho is it?â You asked through the door, your hand hovering just over the lock mechanism.
âIt's shit-â The voice is strained, but you recognise it immediately. âShouta.â It's your ex. Sort of. There was history, but you didn't end on bad terms. you both just outgrew your relationship at the time. You still cared for him deeply though, and the next bit was a no brainer.
You unlock the door and pull it open, your eyes taking in the entirety of the man before you, who's leaning against the frame of the door with his free hand clutching at his side. You knew he was a hero, Eraserhead, and how he was dressed reflected that he had just been doing something related to hero work. His dark hair fell just past his shoulders, and he looked tired, the scars on his face emphasising the exhaustion. Although bigger than anything, you could see he was bleeding. The hand holding his side had blood all over it.
âSorry (L/n), I didn't have anywhere else-â He groaned, and your eyes shot up from his injury to his eyes. Shouta took a step forward, and you instinctively reached for him, helping him stay upright. âto go.â He managed out, and you nodded. You guided the man inside and against the nearest wall, shutting the door behind him.
âStay here. I promise I'll be right back.â You tell him, letting go of him. Despite the late hour and the shock of it all, you still had a moment of thinking about his blood staining your furniture. Just before you turn down the hall, you pause. âAnd Shouta? It's (Y/n), you know that.â He smiles at your words as you disappear down the hallway.
You're quick to walk to the hallway's linen closet, pulling out two bath towels you save for guests and a sheet set that you can easily replace. Gently kicking the closet's door shut with your foot, you make your way back to the main area of your home and start to lay the sheet set over one of your sofas, the towels going down shortly after.
Then you stand upright and guide Shouta, one arm around his upper back, over to the sofa to lay down. âI got you.â You repeat to him a few times when he resists letting go of you as you try to lay him down. When you feel his body tense and relax and tense and relax as he lets go of you, you sigh.
âThank you (L/n)- (Y/n).â Shouta corrects himself, short grunts leaving his lips as he tries to readjust to get comfortable.
âDon't thank me yet, you're still bleeding out.â You dry laugh, before looking around the open space. The time you spent with the underground hero years prior had taught you some things. For example, to be aware of your surroundings. You stood up straight and double checked all of the windows were locked, as well as the front door, and you only turned on one lamp in your living room.
You were about to head back down the hall for the bathroom when Shouta spoke again, making you stop in your tracks to listen to him. When you realised he was speaking quietly, probably to himself, you moved on, taking quick strides in your bathroom. Your hands moved quickly to light switch, flicking it on, and then to the cabinet under the sink, reaching for your intensive first aid kit or, you supposed it would be better classified as a basic life support kit. Another thing you'd learned, or adapted from, your time with Shouta in the past. As you got upright again, you looked at yourself in the mirror. All sleep had disappeared from your eyes, your breathing was laboured, and your hands were, surprising stable. You weren't sure when you picked up the ability to make your hands stop shaking but if you had to take a guess? He was in your living room right now.
When you kneeled on the rug beside the sofa Shouta was on, you tried to steady your breathing, although it was a little difficult with how worrying the entire situation was.
âWhat happened?â You asked as you began to open the medical kit, your eyes moving to his for just second.
Shouta chuckled, and as strained as it was, it was comforting. After all, at least he wasn't dead.
âWas the hero get-up not enough of an indicator?â He asks as you begin to remove his hands from his injury, instead opting to press some of the dressing from your medical kit to his wound. From the times you'd patched both Shouta and some of his associates up before, you'd worked as a well oiled machine together. This time was no different. Right as you lifted one hand from the dressing, he took over, using his own hand to press the dressing.
âYou're gonna give me a better explanation in the morning.â You tell him sternly. A man, an old flame nonetheless, shows up your doorstep bloody and about to croak and you're supposed to not want to know what happened?
Shouta's eyes fell to you. You looked worried. Worried about him. âOf course.â He mutters, moving slowly as he tries to help you by raising his body to help him get his shirt and scarf off him. He still keeps his mouth mostly closed, his teeth grit together as he breathes out between them.
You begin to pack the dressing with more once you see that he's starting to bleed through the first set, and you start to notice that you aren't crying. You aren't tearing up like you used to on the occasion Shouta got injured. Of course, you could feel the warmth of tears behind your eyes, threatening to attempt a fall, but you were focused. The only indication of possible tears was how you sniffled every couple of minutes.
Reaching into the medical supplies, you pick up and move around various items until you find it. The needle and sterilised sutures. With those ready to go, you got up again, running to your kitchen for any kind of alcohol you had on hand. The first bottle you found was of an older scotch. A good one. Regardless, you didn't think twice before bringing it back to the rug you sat on.
Shouta's eyes followed you around as you moved. He tried to mentally prepare himself for the pain the scotch would cause him.
âThis is gonna hurt.â Shouta can only nod along with your words, shutting his eyes momentarily. He purses his lips together as he releases the dressing and you begin to pour the alcohol around and over his wound.
As you tilt the bottle upright, you go to set it back down but hesitate.
âYou want a sip?â You ask, and Shouta's eyes open. âThis next part is gonna hurt too.â You gesture over to the stitching equipment you have.
He smiles. âSure.â
You smile back at him for just a moment, and then you bring the bottle up to his face and tilt it over, only pulling it back and setting it aside when he used his hand to push at your hand.
Your hands go for the needle and sutures, and you shake your head. A mental way of making sure you weren't sleepy anymore.
When you cut the end of the stitch, you and Shouta both sighed simultaneously, and then you took a sip of the scotch yourself.
Next was the bandages. You had several types, but ended up with two kinds in hand. The first was easy to press on, it was just a large sheet of gauze with something tape-like around it. The other kind started with a sticky end so it could be applied directly on the skin.
âAlright.â You mumble, partially to yourself, partially to nobody, and partially to Shouta as you stick one end of the second bandage to his bare torso and you start to pull it around him. Shouta again lifts his body to help you, and you wrap it around him twice, cutting it with some freedom to tuck and tie the ends until you were sure it would stay in place.
You sit back on the floor with your legs tucked to the side, leaning against your coffee table at the same time Shouta lets himself relax back into the sheet and towel covered cushions of your sofa.
Through your heavy breathing, with your eyes on Shotua, you find it in you somewhere to laugh a little bit.
âDid you want a shirt now?â You ask, already about to stand up.
Shouta looks at you a little bit confused. âNot be rude (Y/n), but I don't think your shirts are gonna fit me.â
âNo, Shouta of course not. But you never came back for your stuff.â
âYou still have it?â He's a little... confused? Baffled maybe? It's been years, why would you still have his clothes? Whatever the emotion is, it shows on his face.
âHave you ever known me to get rid of anything comfortable?â
Of course. He chuckles, sucking in air through his teeth at the end, his hand instinctively coming to rest just over his injury.
âIn that case, would you also grab me a pair of my sweats?â He asked, smiling up at you. You only nod before you disappear from his peripheral vision. Why did you guys stop seeing each other again?
âAre you alright?â You asked when you returned to him, shirt and pants folded neatly over each other in a pile. To most, that question in this context seemed odd. But in the moment, it made sense. Shouta blinks a few times in the dimly lit room.
âI will be. Do you have eyedr-â He stops speaking when his eyes flick to you and you're already holding the familiar bottle of eyedrops out to him. It's the brand he'd told you forever ago that he preferred, and it'd sat in your mini surgery kit ever since then.
âCome to my room after you change?â You mean it more as a direction, and Shouta nods a yes to you. âIf you need help, call.â You tell him before scurrying back off to your bedroom.
Your eyes scanned the room up and down, from left to right, picking up the little messes scattered about the space. First a couple of socks that were strewn about, moved to a hamper. Then your laptop, you shut it down and put it on its charger. Third, you went to your linen closet and grabbed a couple of extra pillows for the other side of your bed.
â(Y/n)?â Shouta called out, and you turned to the hallway, getting back to him quickly.
Without exchanging many words, you helped Shouta sit and stand up, looping your arm around his middle and his arm around your shoulder. The walk back to your room felt slower, but you were still considerate as you could be.
When you get into your room Shouta stopped walking for a moment, so you do too. He looks around the bedroom, and you look at him. He's not judging it, just observing it. After all, it's your private space, your territory. Just as soon as the man picked up his feet again, you moved with him, walking him over to the side of the bed you don't sleep on.
He starts to let go of you, sitting down on the mattress. Carefully, you let him lie down on his own, still standing just beside him, just in case.
âYou should consider being a nurse.â Shouta tells you with a smile.
You half-smile at him, a small laugh escaping you. âI've got my hands full enough with you, Eraserhead.â You emphasise his hero name, which makes the both of you chuckle. âEspecially if these visits are going to become a thing.â
Shouta almost rolled his eyes, instead opting to wave away your words with his hand. âI'll try not to make them a habit.â
âGood.â You respond, with a smile on your face as you help him get comfortable with the blankets and comforter on your bed. âYou good?â He nods and you retire to your usual side of your bed.
âShouta?â He's always liked the way his name sounds coming from you.
âHm?â
âI was serious about that explanation in the morning.â You remind him, and he smiles, although you can't see it with how you're turned towards your nightstand at the moment.
âI'll make sure to leave a note.â
You turn your head to face him with a frown. âA note? Absolutely not. Even if I didn't want the explanation I have to replace your bandages.â You scoff.
At first he doesn't say anything, he just smiles. âI'm glad you were awake. I missed you.â He says, and you just look at him for a moment, a little stunned.
You wanted to say more, but instead only hummed in acknowledgment. There was so much to say, to talk about, but the adrenaline was wearing off, and you were getting increasingly more tired as the late night turned early morning wore on.
You watched Shouta turn over. âThank you again, (Y/n).â His voice is quieter, and you smile before turning off your bedside lamp and trying to get some sleep yourself.
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shadows of destiny | azriel x reader | part three
summary: azriel jealous and yearning for Y/N
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a/n: sorry guys for the long assss wait, ive been on exchange in the uk so i have been busy living life hehe, still here and loving it!! hope you guys like this one, love you all cuties <33 also this isnt proof read so sorry for any mistakes! let me know what you think, i love all of your sweet messages !! eeeeeee
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You woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache and a parched mouth, confused as to how you had made it to your bed from last night. The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a hazy glow over your room.
Groaning loudly, you cursed as you shifted your weight around, consequently turning your head to come face to face with Lucien's chiseled features, peacefully sleeping next to you. It took you a second to realize he was shirtless as well.
You screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
His mechanical eye swirled open, followed by his other. "Tell me we didn't."
"DID what," Lucien murmured, a small smirk gracing his features as he stared up at the ceiling. Amusement danced in his eyes as he stretched languidly against the sheets. His morning rasp tingled inside you and nicked at you annoyingly. This could not have happened. The headache of whatever liquids and maybe even other substances you had consumed yesterday hit you hard, and you fell back to face the ceiling as well, nausea threatening to overwhelm you.
"You little slut, you know what I meant," you groaned, rolling onto your front in a feeble attempt to quell the oncoming headache and urge to vomit.
You felt Lucien shift next to you as well, attempting to detangle himself from the crisp black sheets of your bed. "We must have done it."
"NO Lucien."
"YES."
"NO, I CAN'T-"
"âŠwhy not," Lucien breathed out. His demeanor had changed since you last saw him sober; something had happened last night, and you could not remember, but he was acting differently.
"All I am saying is that last night made me realize things about you, Y/NâŠ" he continued, rising from the sheets. You raised your eyes in horror, ready to scream because you did not want to get flashed by fiery dick-
-a pair of orange breeches came into view.
"Oh."
"Upset that we didn't actually sleep together, Y/N?"
An unknown feeling of red-hotness spread throughout your face, turning your cheeks pink. "I hate you, Lucien," you hummed.
"What did you realize, Lucien?"
"That I pretend to not care the way Azriel and Elain make heart eyes at each other, but on the inside, it's like a knife twisting inside me," he deadpanned, and you couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"What???" he groaned, falling down next to you. "Nothing, Luc, I just feel sorry for us, that's all.
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Azriel sat at the dining table, swirling the black coffee mindlessly. It was 2 pm, and his shadows had begun reporting how the others had finally begun stirring awake after their long night. They had gotten back at 5 am, the sun slowly beginning to peek through the trees and buildings of Velaris, and he had watched from afar as Lucien carried Y/N to her room.
He had not come out afterwards. His shadows had been in an unfamiliar frenzy, yelling to slip through and see what was happening in that bedroom, to investigate how good he gave it to her because Azriel just knew. He knew he could give it to her better.
He clenched his fists at the picture his shadows had painted for him of the events which probably had unfolded in her room. What was it with his sexual urges with Y/N all of a sudden? She was just his friend. She had always just been his friend. Maybe he had had a little crush on her before. Maybe when she would walk into a room and his palms would sweat, he would chastise himself for wearing too many layers. Or how when she used to make his heart beat irregularly, he would tell Rhys about anxiety. It was easier to let them think he had a disorder rather than admit feelings. Because maybe, just maybe he had had slight feelings towards her for centuries. But there was Elain now.
He liked Elain.
"Good Morning Azriel!" a sweet voice chirped, as Elain entered the dining room, a sweet tea held in her perfectly manicured hands. Even after a night out, she looked perfect. Her hair looked freshly blow-dried, and her lips tinted pink, looking fresh and kissable. He smiled gently, and her eyes brightened as she took a seat next to him, murmuring things about last night and how odd it was to see Lucien with Y/N.
"I just don't think he should have danced like that with her, what do you think?" she whispered, her eyes shining.
"I know it was disrespectful to you," Azriel nodded back, looking into her glassy doe eyes. Out of the corner of his eyes, he felt a sudden burst of movement from his shadows, but the warning wasn't quick enough as two figures walked into the room.
God, she looked horrible.
Elain let out a comical gasp, and the corner of his mouth lifted as Y/N walked into the room, her hair messy and disturbed, like someone had pulled on it, ran their hands through it. Her presence snatched on his gaze, it pulled it towards him, and Azriel found himself unable to look away.
Her eyes lazily dragged over Azriel, raking up his body, and never before had he felt so hot. But he did not break eye contact with her either, he maintained it, willing and daring her to break it first.
Their eyes met in a silent battle of wills, a tension simmering beneath the surface as they sized each other up. It was a fleeting moment, but it spoke volumes, leaving Azriel reeling in its wake.
"Lucien, can we talk?" Elain broke the silence.
Everyone blinked and looked at the innocent girl sitting down. Azriel watched as she looked into Lucienâs eyes, with her innocent look, and he mentally chuckled. She was doing damage control, and it was working because his shadows were reporting the increase in Lucienâs heartbeat.
âOf course,â Lucien whispered and pushed past Y/N, whisking Elain away out of the room.
Charged silence followed. Azriel went back to nursing his coffee which had gone cold now. He felt Y/N scoff and mutter something under her breath which sounded a whole lot like "bitch," as she moved around the place, into the connecting kitchen, trying to will the House to make her a cup of its strongest coffee. They didnât say a word to each other, but Azriel could feel the tension in the air. He didnât know where it had formed from, what abyss it had risen from, he just knew there was something that needed to be addressed between them before his head and his heart exploded.
âWhat was that from last night?â he let out a breath finally, his shadows jittering around the place. He looked up from his swirling black coffee to see Y/N cease her movements in the corner of the kitchen. Her short night dress, barely covering her ass, had ridden up as she had been bent over the kitchen bench. Azriel felt himself stiffen, so he looked away quickly, adjusting himself.
âWhat do you mean,â she replied, turning around with a neutral expression on her face, guarding her emotions. She carefully padded her way to the table, setting the coffee down and placing herself directly in front of him. Her scent wafted over him, and his jaw ticked, but he didnt show any emotion. His dark eyes bore into hers, his shadows fought to sift over her, wanting to know her thoughts, her feelings, her emotions. Alas, she showed nothing.
âYou and LucienâŠâ he drawled out, pretending to ask nonchalantly.
âWe just danced to Azriel, I was really drunk,â she whispered softly, placing her hands together on her lap.
âYou emerged from the same room,â he replied calmly.
As she cocked her head to the side, her hair falling onto her face, time seemed to slow down. Her long eyelashes were stunning, and her deep eyes looked at Azriel with something so unsaid, that the raw intensity sent shivers down his spine.
Azriel knew at that moment that he could no longer leave these unanswered feelings of his left hanging. He wasn't a dumb male; if his body was responding to Y/N like this for so long, there was clearly a reason. And it was not a dumb crush.
He had forced himself to believe for so long, that Elain should belong to him. Three brothers for three sisters, that is what he would tell himself.
Yet something had shifted between them two, a subtle undercurrent that left Azriel reeling. It was something deeper, something undeniable. And as he met Y/N's gaze, he knew that he could no longer ignore the pull that drew him to her, the pull of something real, something worth fighting for.
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would you write more for kim little please? maybe her dating someone younger on the team and the rest of the girls find out? <3
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summary: kim is dating a controversially younger teammate and the team finds out
-> kim is 34 and reader is 22
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âđđđ , đĄđą đ đȘđđĄđĄđ sleep in. pleaseeee.â
i groaned as kim pulled the curtains to our shared apartment. i wanted to enjoy the last moments with her until we had to go to training and pretend we werenât dating.
it wasnât because we didnât think theyâd accept us, it was more because kim was 34 and i was only 22.
the team might not think that was bad, but if they knew then it was only a matter of time before the media knew, and it would blow up indefinitely once they knew. we just werenât willing to risk it right now.
i ended up being dragged out of bed by kim, the scot managing to haul me to the bathroom. i was half asleep but went through my morning routine like clockwork.
we rocked up at the training fields within the next hour, but kim walked in first. we drove there in the same car but walked in separately so people didnât suspect anything.
âyn!â
âleah!â
i greeted the blonde when i walked in, levelling her excitement with my own. she jumped onto me in a hug, before slipping back onto the floor.
we walked into the dining hall where the rest of the team and staff were, picking up our designated plates and electing to sit at katieâs table. which also happened to have kim at it.
i, obviously, chose to sit next to kim but thankfully no one picked up on that.
we were allocated an hour to eat breakfast before everyone had to actually start working for the day. all the players filed out to the changing rooms where we changed into our boots, and i slipped my hoodie off while i had the chance.
i caught kimâs gaze as i jogged out to meet leah, throwing a cheeky grin at her expression.
leah was up with katie and cait, talking about god knows what. i joined in, but then jonas cut everyoneâs conversations short with his yell for attention.
âgirls! letâs get started please. weâre doing a jogging warmup lap, then weights.
find a partner once youâve finished the lap, use each other for spotting. we donât need any injuries.â
there was collective murmurs of agreement, and we started jogging around the field. i naturally found myself jogging next to kim, as if a magnet pulled us together.
âgym partners?â
i questioned, she nodded.
we made our way to the weights section of the gym arsenal had.
âwe are so doing legs first.â
i all but dragged kim over to the leg press to kickstart our session. kim did not want to do legs, she was into training arms, which was very visible from the bicep muscles that she sported.
one of the many things i drooled over.
i had shoved at least 250lbs onto the leg press machine and watched as kimâs eyes bulge at the amount of plates.
âyouâre telling me you can safely lift that?â
ânope. but iâm gonna.â
i ended up doing two reps of fifteen, before upping the weight to 300lbs. kim may have had an aneurysm at the amount of weight i was pushing, and making it look like it was nothing. but she still stood behind me, watching, spotting, and dancing her fingertips over my shoulder blades.
it gave me tingles, and was slightly ticklish. what we didnât know was that leah was looking from across the room, and she knew that something was up.
when the gym session was over and we started actual drills, leah was quick to pin me as her partner for anything. i thought it was weird but didnât question it.
when we had a break leah took my hand and walked past kim, beckoning her to follow us. leah walked us away from the groups of girls, so we were out of earshot.
âthereâs something going on between you two. spill.â
both of us were quick to sputter out some form of excuse.
âno, what do you mean.â
âdonât know what youâre talking about, lee.â
leah gave us both one of her stares.
âcut the crap. i see the way you look at each other, the little touches. not to mention you both come into practice within minutes of each other, every morning.â
i exchanged a look with kim, there was no point in hiding this from leah. she was like the fbi, she knew everything.
âokay. weâre dating. we have been for a year.â
something settled in leahâs expression, now she knew what was going on.
âi knew it.
kimmy, going for the young ones are we?â
leah poked at kimâs side, grinning at the skipper. there was an eleven year gap between us, hence why we had kept it secret for a while.
âshut it, lee. do we need to tell the whole team?â
âit would make things easier. for you that is. but only if you want.â
i look over at kim. she looks over at me. i shrug, i never had a problem with telling everyone, kim was the logic one who knew the ins and outs of the media.
âfuck it why not. theyâll figure out eventually.â
âwe donât have to say anything, we can just walk out there and start acting like a couple. see how long it takes them.â
i throw out the idea with a grin. why not have a little fun with it.
we end up agreeing on my idea. training still had a couple of hours left and jonas gave us a few more drills to do, so me and kim forgot all about keeping the secret and just had fun training with each other for once.
surprisingly, none of the girls, not even the staff, said anything. not even kyra or alessia, of all people.
youâd think that the two most gossipy youngsters on the team would say something. but by the end of training, no one was any wiser. so leah told them all.
kyra let out a very loud, âoh my god!â which caught the attention of alessia, who told lotte, so on and so on. soon the whole team knew and it was like a weight was lifted off our shoulders.
âkimmy, i didnât know you were into the young ones.â
katieâs irish accent was unmistakable as she caught up with us to poke fun at the skipper. cait walked alongside me, she didnât tease neither me nor kim, simply said she was happy for us.
you could tell she was true with her words, she was in a very similar situation, when her and katie first got together.
âa proper cougar then, our skipper.â
lotte and alessia laughed as they walked past.
it was funny, all the jokes they threw around, but most of all i was happy that they accepted us.
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synopsis: diluc using you infront of the other maids
tags: exhibitionism, fr33use, vulgar, explicit, iâm not getting into heaven
wrd cnt: 640+
a/n: lord have mercy on my SOUL.
Being Dilucs maid is the best thing that could have happened to you. He wanted you and you fully. Sure, he had plenty of other maids but they could never posses him with the same feelings you gave him. And he made that quite clear.
Heâd check your work every now and then, and tonight he was watching as you swiped the dining table. A few other maids were cleaning around the place, some in the lobby, or the wine cellar, and some replacing the wood in the fireplace.
He walked up behind you, inspecting your work.
He took a finger and swiped it across the wood, âGood girl,â he murmured, his fingers trailing up your thighs. âNow, I want you to bend over the table and lift your skirt.ââšâšThe boldness of his words left your face in a deep rouge of red. Everyone was in the room, yet you did as he said, the cool wooden surface pressing against your stomach as you lifted your skirt, exposing your lace panties to the room. You could feel the other maids' eyes on you, but you couldn't bring yourself to care as Diluc's hand came down on your bare skin with a loud smack.âšâšâI think itâs time you took a small breakâ, he growled, his hand coming down again and again, the sting turning into pleasure with each strike. âDo you want that dear?.â He pulled your panties off and left them at your ankles, one large hand on your ass while he played with your folds, spreading them apart and coating his fingers in your juices. âšâšYou moaned in agreement, your arousal dripping down your thighs as he continued to spank you, the other maids' gasps and whispers only adding to the heat in your core. But Diluc seemed unfazed, his attention solely on you and the pleasure he was giving you.
âYou did such wonderful work for me today.â He says, âYouâre so wet, do you like it when they watch you? Theyâre all staring at your wet cunt.â He whispered against your ear, hunched over and grinding his clothed cock on your rear.
You can only nod and drool around the fingers in your mouth, sucking on them as you look behind you to meet his eyes, the same ones he just put in your hole moments ago.
He chuckled, reveling in the sight of your sluttiness.
âYou want them to watch you take my cock?â he asked, his voice husky with desire.âšâšYou nodded, bracing yourself as he positioned himself behind you, his hand gripping your hip as he pushed into you with one smooth thrust. You cried out at the feeling of his size filling you, your head spinning with pleasure and the thrill of being used by him in front of others.
âI expect the rest of you to keep working.â He announcement, the flock of women turning their faces and moving their dusters around.
Diluc's pace was slow and steady, his hand on your hip guiding you as he slammed into you over and over again. You could hear the other maids mumbling behind the tables and overlooking down from the stairs or second floor, but all you could focus on was the intense pleasure radiating through your body.âšâšHis words only added fuel to the fire, and you could feel yourself nearing your release. You dug your nails into the wooden table, trying to hold on as Diluc's thrusts became more urgent.âšâšâYouâre close arenât you,â he growled, his hand reaching around to rub your clit. âCum all over my cock, I know you want to. Youâve done it plenty before. Show them what a little slut you areâ. âšâšAnd that was all it took for you to come undone, your body shaking with pleasure as Diluc continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm. He soon followed, his body tensing as he emptied himself inside you in a deep guttural moan, fucking all his cum inside your hole before watching it drip out onto the floor.
He picked the first maid he could see hiding behind the curtain to clean it up.
whimsic4alwasab1 âą - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.
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This 1924 uh, er...roof is a bargain for $240K. It's located in Garden City, KS and has 2bds, 2ba.
Not bad, right? The entrance actually reminds me of an earth ship home. This is a nice, sunny, plant room with a built-in seat.
It must've been remodeled b/c it's giving mid-century modern vibes. The living room is spacious, has a great fireplace and a built-in desk with a storage armoire and wood plank beamed ceiling. I like the tile floor and the lighting, too.
Needs a good cleaning, some decor, and it will be a beautiful room.
This is unique- doors open to reveal a terrace to the plant room.
There are so many interesting features to this home, like a large walk-in closet.
There are also open levels. Lots of them.
More stairs. Could this be a bedroom? There's a full bath and a curtain for privacy.
The bath was definitely remodeled in mid-century. Look at the sinks.
Lots of shelving in the hallway. At least I think it's a hallway.
More stairs.
Look at the bathroom sink in there- it's in a recessed box-like structure with a light.
This is the dining area with an overhead chandelier and built-in cabinets.
And, the kitchen.
It's nice and on one of the upper levels, so the window has a view of the room below.
Kitchen and dining room.
The family room has a lovely fireplace.
Across from the family room is another open area. I don't know what you'd use that for. Maybe a home office.
Through the doors of the family room, there seems to be a small loft area and more stairs.
On the way down the stairs there's a planter.
This house is like a maze. Looks like a closet and bath.
And, down here is the laundry room.
I like this house, but right now I'm lost. I think it's the stupid photos they took.
At last, I think I found a bedroom.
We're back in the plant room. If you look up, you can see one room above and another room below.
The back of the property has a large cement area and fence.
Inside the fence is a huge dirt yard and a cement patio.
There's a shed, too. It really needs some landscaping and looks like there's plenty of room for a garden. It's an 8,681 sq. ft. lot.
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/901-E-Pine-St-Garden-City-KS-67846/77195908_zpid/
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ăSynopsisă : Hongjoong needed to show you how much he liked you. But he couldn't help but wonder how long he could dance around the fact you were his best friend's sweet, innocent daughter.
ăWord countă : 2.35k
-> Genre: Fluff. Romance. DBF.
Pairing: Dilf!Hongjoong x Park!Reader
[Warnings] : Making out. Nightmares. Slight unspoken trauma. Wet dreams. Flirtish texting. Flirting. Romance some spicy thoughts. mention of sex. mentions of fooling around. lots of staring and pinning. Hongjoong IS the standard. Fluffy, so very fluffy. Insecure thoughts. Reader fell first, but Hongjoong fell harder. Whoops.
Note: Sorry I didn't post last night, I wanted this to be longer, so i had to scrap and start again. But it's done now, hehe. Also, special tags to @mingis-prince @likexaxdaydream @itza-meee @dinossaurz @nopension @mysteriousrainsworld @therealcuppicake for interacting and loving this little series. âĄâĄ
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Turning the key in the lock of your door, you sigh finally entering your quiet home. Chucking your duffle bag through the door and down the hall, you manage to kick off your shoes and lug the rest of your bags inside. You were sweaty, tired, and plan out annoyed right now. Sexual frustration was not something you needed but here you are. Once the ordeal in the car was over, Hongjoong helped you out of the car, tucking himself back into his pants before exiting the vehicle himself. he bid you goodbye saying heâd see you soon. How soon you didnât know, but you were fearing to ask, becoming too busy with feeling his lips on yours as he pushed you up against the door of the car. You had hooked up a leg around his waist, moaning for more while his lips explored your jaw and neck.
âGo home and get some rest angel.â His words still rang in your head as you showered and hopped into bed. It was just past mid-day but you were so tired, you just closed your curtains and slipped straight under the covers. It didnât take long for you to pass out, drifting off quickly into a dreamy land where all you could think about was Hongjoong taking you, tasting you. Loving youâŠ.
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You had woken up in shock, your nerves feeling shot and hot. It was like all your senses heightened. You hadnât realized you were having a nightmare until you managed to jump yourself awake. You raked your fingers through your hair feeling the sweat on your brow. This is odd, you thought. You weren't someone to have nightmares, then again you donât think youâve ever had nightmares. It wasnât something your brain did, yet here you were, shaking, reeling over the images your cruel mind had painted. Hongjoong didnât want you, he was just using you. He just wants to fuck you and leave. He wasnât going to be with you after taking your virginity.
You felt so stupid. Of course, an older man with years of experience wouldnât want you as a partner. He just wants some fun, a distraction from his life. You didnât know how long you cried for but when you finally left your room you noticed the clock on your dining room wall read it was almost ten-thirty. You rubbed your swollen eyes, grabbing your phone off the kitchen counter. You yawned checking your notifications seeing your father asking if you made it back already then complaining you had fallen asleep without calling him. But what caught your eye were messages from an unknown number, the unknown you quickly found out to be Hongjoong.
âHey, I got your number from your father. Sorry if thatâs weirdâ - sent at 8:35 pm
âI had a really fun time with youâ - sent at 8:36 pm
âWould it be too forward to ask if you want to go out tonight? I canât stop thinking about youâ - sent at 8:45 pm
âAngel did you fall asleep?â - sent at 9:48 pm
You felt your cheeks hurting at the last one, smiling brightly. It almost made you forget about the anxiousness you were feeling moments ago. You sat down on your couch, staring at the text bubble. You didnât know how to respond. He wanted to go out? But where? Was he referencing a club? Or a fancy restaurant. Maybe he just wanted to catch a movie⊠do people his age go to see movies?! you cringed thinking just how childish you could be. Did he think of you as childish? Young? God, you were overthinking again.Â
âOkay!â you huffed out, shaking the thought, while sitting straight up. You held your phone with two hands, tapping your thumbs on the screen, sending your thoughts before your mind you take it backâŠ
âYou wanna go out? Where?â - sent at 10:35 pm
âNo hello? I thought better of you princess.â - sent at 10:35 pm
you blushed, locking your phone for a moment, and staring at the ceiling. You could practically hear him call you princess. The was his whispers so lowly in your ear while his fingers would be so deep in yoursâa ding from your phone shattered your thoughts, looking at the bright screen you read a new message he sent.
âI wanted to take you out to dinner. But honestly, Iâd do anything as long as I get to be around youâ - sent at 10:37 pm
Your heart was jumping, thumping so deeply in your chest that you felt like it was about to burst right out. As long as I get to be around you.. that was the smoothest thing youâve ever read in your life. He was so charming, a gentleman and you kind of forget that from all the interactions of him spilling filth in your ears. You tried to message back as casually as you could;
âDinner sounds fun. But won't everything be closed by now? We donât have reservations.â - sent at 10:40 pm
âDonât worry about that. Just dress nice and meet me out the front of your apartment building.â - sent at 10:41 pm
You shut off your phone, practically jumping to your feet. Your nightmare was long gone as you picked out something to wear, deciding on a long pink sundress with little strawberries and a white corset belt to make it look a bit more classy. You found a matching colour shall, finishing your outfit with some white docks with frilly pink socks. You chose to pick them cause, let's face it, you couldnât wear heels. Youâd end up looking like a fawn just learning how to walk and break an ankle or your foot.Â
Once you were finally finished you grabbed your phone, seeing it was about ten minutes since Hongjoong sent his message. You couldnât wait another moment, locking up the doors as best as you could, running down the stairs since the elevator was downâyet againâgetting to the exit in no time. You looked out onto the street, feeling the air nip the tip of your nose and eyes slightly water at the change of temperature. âGod Doll, you look like youâve run a marathon.â
âHaaaa.â You pant out closing your eyes. You could hear the older man chuckling at your antics. The way your hair was slightly frizzy. How your chest takes a large batted breath and your corset sits slightly askew. Your face was flushed and red, and his mind went south a tad. He shook it away for a moment, walking up to you. You finally opened your eyes, seeing the broad man was almost flushed against you. He had basic dusty almost black jeans on, one of those old man belts. The dark brown ones that have been worn for years, and no one knows where to get one other than fathers or elderly men. He was wearing a different black shirt. A looser one. It made him seem more relaxed and more⊠comfortable.
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His car was nothing other than lavish and chic. Youâve never sat in such an expensive car. It felt like sitting in pure diamonds. The leather was soft, and the velvet on the chair detail was magnificent. The radio wasnât playing, unlike the way you used it as a way to kill the silence in your car. But rather off, letting you and Hongjoong sit in a comfortable silence. His hand never left your leg as soon as you took off. Him driving is one thing, but him driving one-handed. You felt like you were about to melt onto the chair, and by the thin fabric you were wearing, youâre praying you didnât.
âSo are you taking me?â your voice came out a lot shaker than you would have liked but you tried to brush it off nonetheless.
âSomewhere special.â He cooed softly, lovingly squeezing your thigh.
âSpecial? We donât need to go somewhere expensive and extravagant, you know.â You laughed. You didnât need him to spend money on you, cause you knew if given the chance he would. He was just that type of person. He had bought your father over five hundred dollars worth of Lego one time because he wanted to. You still remember the look on your father's face, as if he was about to have a heart attack with how many boxes were stacked in his home office.Â
âI want our first date to be lavish. I want to treat you like royalty. Is that too much to ask?â He grunts, briefly smiling in your direction before looking back to the road. You gulped, feeling a wave of butterflies dance in your tummy. Your fingers began tugging at the hem of your dress, feeling a red blush creep on your cheeks.
âOur f-first dateâŠâ thatâs what he had said. He thought of tonight as a date. Not just hang out time with two friends. The car came to a stop, not noticing you were standing outside valet parking. He unclipped his belt, turning his attention to you with a cheeky smirk on his beautiful features.
âOf course, this is our first date, and I wanna treat my girl to an unforgettable night.â his words made you suck in a sharp breath, not even hiding the way his words affected you. His girl. His. Your heart was doing flips right now. You looked away from him for a moment, hoping it would help calm the racing thump in your chest. But your eyes caught onto the dimly lit restaurant. It was like no one was even here.
âIt looks closed. Are you sure we can even get in now?â You had no clue what the time would be. But given you left your place around eleven and youâve been in the car for about twenty minutes. You knew it was already much too late for anything to be opened. He just clicked his tongue, hopping out of the car, circling the bonnet and stepping in front of your door, opening it for you.Â
âLike I said. Donât worry about it.â he let out a hand for you to take, which you grabbed happily, letting you out of the car. He pulled you snugly against his body, using his free hand to pat down your ass, moving the fabric so he could fall nicely on your figure, he was so attentive, and observant. It made your heart so full of how caring he is. You walked to the front door, your arm snaked tightly with you. Your hand resting snugly on his bicep, you could feel the way his muscle tenses under your fingertip. You had to shake any unholy thoughts that were crossing your mind as you entered the empty restaurant.
There was a row of candles, leading into the building. You turned to Hongjoong seeing his smile had grown brighter, leaning down to kiss your forehead. âWell go on.â He let you go, letting you walk slowly down the aisle of lit red and black candles. All the tables were empty and unmade, chairs missing and most likely packed away but in the centre of the room was one table with a beautiful white cloth and a cute little dull lamp in the centre. There was a red curved couch hugging around the dark oak table, gifting anyone who sat down a more intimate setting. You felt tears begin to swell at the sight, no one had ever done something so romantic for you before but now that you mentioned it, your previous one and only partner probably didnât have a single romantic bone in his body.Â
âJ-joongie..â You didnât even notice the pet name as it slipped off your tongue. Hongjoong did, and god did it make his heart skip a beat. He wanted everything to be perfect for you. He wanted, needed to tell you how much he cared. Not just for the sex but for your company. He liked having you around. He loves hearing you laugh every time he says something funny. He loves the way your nose scrunches as the bubbles of the champagne tickle it. He loves the way you love food and describes all the joys and flavours and styles to cook. God, he was thankful now he didnât give you a home-cooked meal. He would have been too afraid of your critic pallet tasting his mediocre dishes.Â
His eyes would crease and smile at everything you say or do. And the outfit you wore made him fall for you even more. Your style was such an opposite to him, but yet it matched him perfectly, like two peas in a pod as his mother would say. If she was here, she would be yelling at him about âHow have you not asked for to marry you alreadyâ. insecurities would settle in soon at that thought⊠You both like each other. Want to be with each other. And yet. You were his best friend's daughter. You were half his age younger. God, he wished he had met you on the street randomly. Maybe then the relationship would have been easier. Your father would most likely hate him. Heck, would he hate you afterwards? Seducing his older, very single, and very hot friend?Â
Forbidden loveâŠ
And as the night drew on, you would shimmy closer and closer in the rounded couch until you were flushed next to him. He would talk about his work and his plans in life. And you were speaking about your own ambitions. And, of course, they had to match. Everything was so perfect. Right down to the movies you both liked and the music you both listened to. You were equals in every way.
The question that circled both your minds now was⊠how long could you keep this a secret?
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HER | part six (m).
â§â synopsis: wonwoo, a heartbroken and burnt out writer nearing the end of his math degree, wants nothing to do with the seemingly perfect, intimidating girl who has everyone under her thumb. you. unfortunately, his literary talent has got him shoved him between a rock and a hard place when you want to write a book and require his expertise. you two are the furthest from compatible. wonwoo canât see this going well. at all.
pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader word count: 22.6k genres/tropes:Â writer!wonwoo, university!au, plug!vernon + boyfriend!mingyu as prominent side characters, SLOWBURN (i am not fucking around this is my slowest burn yet), relationship drama, soul searching, strong angst/hurt (iâm coming for the jugular), comfort, romance, smut, a smoothie of every emotion on earth.
(!) warnings: drug use (weed, cocaine, ecstasy), wonwoo has anxiety + anxiety attacks + fairly dark thoughts, prescribed medication, gambling, intense language, infidelity, throwing up.
â§â a/n: just some quick things i want to make apparent!
the fic is told from wonwooâs pov, not the readerâs!Â
all major timeline events are organized through chronological dates
any smut or potentially triggering scenes are NOT MARKED bc the content is already quite mature, so just plz be aware of that!Â
bolded and italicized text implies the characters are conversing in korean, tho it doesnât happen often!
the fic in its entirety is 140k, so it has been split into 6 parts.
here it is... the FINAL part đ it seemed that a number of you were quite worried as to how i'd wrap this up, and i can finally give you the answer! :3 this has been an epic journey. thank yew for ur time đ
more rambling continues at the very end. as per usual. again, a little bit more of an early upload! as a treat <3
âąÂ part one | part two | part three | part four | part five âą soundtrack for those curious! âąÂ read at ur own pace! :)
âSEPTEMBER 30TH.
The morning after was strange.
Early sunlight permeated through the living roomâs white cloth curtains, dappling in water-like speckles against the glasses still held on his nose. For a moment, Wonwoo was frozen, as his mind made the shift from deep sleep to consciousness, though when he finally did awaken to find his blanket half-pushed off the recliner and the remnants of Chinese takeout left scattered across the coffee table, his lethargy started fading.
Vernon was gone.
Judging from the text on Wonwooâs phone, the boy had quietly made his way out at around seven in the morning. It surprised Wonwoo to no end that Vernon could manage to sleep so little yet remain fully functional all the time. He seemed magicâor maybe it was something else that Wonwoo would be concerned to know about.
He spent some time cleaning off the coffee table.
Down the hall, his bedroom door remained closed.
When you finally did emerge, it was with the olive-green dress draped over your arm and the ivory heels in hand, which you proceeded to arrange on the small dining table by the kitchen.
Notably, however, there was something off about you, something that Wonwoo interpreted as nerves with an underlying awkwardness you didnât typically, if at all, demonstrate. When he asked if you wanted breakfast and tea, your response was a tiny head shake and a poorly fit smile. Though, Wonwoo wasnât going to paw at you.
He found that mornings always tended to be quite sobering, even if he hadnât exactly drunk enough to make the room spin or swallowed some colourfully disguised pill on his tongue. Just the air was enough to rewire his headâthat cooler, crisp air that he either loved or hated.
Undoubtedly, you had much to think about.
Wonwoo helped you get a hold of Princess using his phone, and the two of you watched television in silence while waiting for her to pick you up. He escorted you down through the pottery shop when it was time, and you sported very little shame, walking out onto the bright city sidewalk in just his t-shirt, clothes and shoes wrapped in your arms. Princess had this awfully perplexed look slapped onto her face while leaning over to nudge the car door open for you, and in that moment, Wonwoo was scared of how it all appeared and what might transpire now that the giddiness and frivolity from the night before had ebbed away. He didnât regret anything, though. Not at all.
But, in truth, what the fuck even were you two?
And what was supposed to happen now?
âOCTOBER 3RD. Â
Since you had left his apartment in a daze that Saturday morning, Wonwoo hadnât seen or heard from you. It was concerning him as time passed, he couldnât deny it, but he also trusted you and wanted not to make you feel pressured into explaining yourself.
He was caught in a brisk walk along campus after leaving his early lecture, a warm coffee cup pressed against his lip that he had grabbed from the ground floor of SRXâthey had been giving hot drinks away for free, and, consequently, it tasted like it. Nonetheless, the air was chillier by the day as autumn pushed its way in and decorated the walkway with dry leaves that rustled and crunched under his shoes. It was nice to have something hot in his hand.
He took a second to glance down at his phone.
Still, no messages from you, Wonwoo realized with a suckling sip of the very watery coffee, nearly tempted to text you himselfânot anything pushyâjust a simple reassurance that he was there for you if things werenât going well.
Suddenly, however, Wonwoo had smacked into someone.
âFuckâsorry,â he muttered, readjusting the computer bag slung over his shoulder and pushing up his circled glasses.
To Wonwooâs complete and utter misery, he was unfortunately acquainted with the person heâd bumped shoulders, and now he was wishing that he had just kept walking like an impatient asshole.
Seokmin was standing before him, dressed in a similar-style woolen trench coat that his hands were stuffed into, the sun turning certain threads of his chocolate brown hair all shimmery. He hadnât gotten back to Seokminâs numerous texts ever since Wonwoo sent a brief, very purposefully vague message to the boy that night he ran out with you at the dinner party.
Now he was wondering if the shoulder bump was intentional.
âWonwoo⊠uh, hey,â Seokmin stumbled.
Sniffling, Wonwoo let a second or two pass before answering.
He was still debating whether or not to walk away.
âWhatâs up?â
âYou just get out of class, or?â
Wonwoo nodded. âYeahâadvanced stats.â
Seokmin flitted a barely-there smile, staring at his coffee cup.
âIs that the free stuff from SRX?â
âIndeed.â
âHow does it taste?â
âUh, watery⊠like shit, basically.â
Wonwoo knewâhe fucking knewâthat there was something buzzing on the tip of Seokminâs tongue that he just couldnât spit out. His absentminded expression and clear not-giving-a-damness about whether Wonwooâs free coffee was actually good completely betrayed him. Not wanting to dawdle and get stuck in the mud of conversation, Wonwoo swallowed the lump in his throat, flashed his friend a tight-lipped smile, and pitched a goodbye, blandly wording it as, âI wonât keep you. Later.â
But Seokmin didnât seem prepared to let that happen.
And Wonwooâs eyes nearly rolled backward into his skull when the boy turned around and attempted to catch his attention again.
For some stupid, incomprehensible reason, Wonwoo stopped.
Maybe he knew the conversation needed to happen.
It only made him loathe the situation more.
âYeah?â
Seokmin dragged a hand through his hair, brushing it up and down against the back of his head while he squinted at Wonwoo.
âI think⊠uh⊠if youâre not busy⊠I think thereâs maybe some stuff we need to talk about. I donât mean to like, catch you at a bad time or anything⊠do you wanna go sit at the picnic table over there?â
At Seokminâs carefully suggested inquiry, Wonwoo followed the boyâs pointing finger toward the empty table placed on the large grass circle that the walkway wove around. With his grip hardening into the coffee cup, Wonwoo stopped to think despite knowing his answer.
âOkay⊠yeah.â
Wonwoo realized it had never felt this weird and stilted to sit down with Seokmin despite him being quite a reliable friend over the months, though Wonwoo was developing the sneaking feeling that his study buddy was about to deal an irreparable blow to their relationship. Seokminâs folded hands were sitting atop the flecked, aged wood of the table, thumbs nervously twiddling, meanwhile Wonwoo remained silent to sip from his coffee that only became more and more tasteless.
Eventually, his friend seemed to find the words he needed.
âSo, I donât know if youâve heard⊠but⊠Her and Mingyu are taking a break. Theyâre officially pressing the big pause button. I wasnât there to witness the conversation, although I get the gist it was a pretty⊠uh, unpleasant talk,â Seokmin winced, bracing his teeth, âand⊠well, naturally, I learned that you were a big part of that talk, seeing how it looked and allâyou and Her running out at the dinner partyâŠâ
He left what seemed like a purposeful pause, and Wonwoo assumed that he was supposed to feel pressured and jump to make a correction or provide an explanation, but he kept silent and rather expressionless. Ironically, Seokmin was the one to continue his spiel.
âWell, basically, there were some accusations thrown around as you can imagine. And Iâm not sitting here to point a finger and question you to death about everything, but I just thought Iâd give you the tableâuh, literallyâto explain whatâs been happening.â
Wonwoo finally set aside his drink, then shifting off the strap to his computer bag, letting it fall down his shoulder. He didnât make a huge, overwhelmed sigh even though his body was screaming for it, nor did he ponder abandoning the conversation despite the magnitude of everything Seokmin laid out for him.
Fuckâhe hated being matured.
âI canât speak on her feelings. But I like her.â
âOhâyou do?â Seokmin was astonishingly surprised.
Wonwoo shrugged. âYeah.â
âSo, then, does that meanââ
âActually, sorry, Iâm downplaying it like a coward,â Wonwoo interrupted, shaking his head, âI donât just like her. Iâm in love with her.â
It was then that Seokmin simply didnât speak at all. His mouth had formed a hollowed shape, resembling something like a gulping fish, and Wonwoo capitalized on the silence to keep his thoughts fluent.
âI understand, okay? I understand why Mingyu is pissed. It takes two to tango, I get all that. And I know you probably want me to state my regret and all that so I donât seem like such an asshole, but, honestly, I donât really regret anything. Mingyu doesnât care about her.â
Seokmin chuffed, rubbing at his chin. âOkay⊠I donât know if I would go as far as to say that in particular. But you are admitting to it? I donât know what it is youâve done but youâve done things with Her.â
âWeâve never had sex if thatâs what youâre asking.â
âAndââ
âWeâve never kissed, either⊠the only thing I was supposed to do was help her write that little love story. Which you set up, by the way. I didnât know it would turn into this. I tried to get out of it.â
âI never thought she would stick it out.â
âI know.â Wonwoo sucked in his bottom lip, staring across the weathered wood at Seokmin. âYou probably wanted her to drop it the second she mentioned it. I bet Mingyu thought the same.â
Seokmin scrunched up his face in disagreement. âThatâs not necessarily true. She just fixates on stuff and then burns out after. She's always been like that, ever since I've known her. I figured the book would be no different. I thought it was something she needed to get out of her system, I didnât think it would start rolling andââ he leaned forward into his palms for a moment, swallowing audibly. âSorry, I justâI donât get it, thatâs all. I donât get her fixations.â
âI think youâre just uncomfortable with her self-expression.â
âSheâitâs not self-expression, though. Look, I know a pinch of what her story is about. Itâs not about herself. Itâs about Mingyu.â
âYou think that just because sheâs writing about someone else, thereâs no pieces of herself in it? Her own feelings? Her own perspective? Câmon, Seokmin. Youâre fucking smarter than that. You know what it's actually about.â
His friendâs eyes drifted away from him. Â
Wonwoo then cleared his throat. âLook, you donât really need all the details, Seokmin. Like I said, I donât know exactly how she feels about me. I can surmise. I can say weâve had moments that we shouldnât. Butâgenuinelyâyou probably know more than I do and youâre lying to yourself if you canât realize that Mingyu is just some advantageous prick who makes her miserable.â
âWell, I think thatâI donât know if itâs reallyââ
âHe walked into an opportunity with her and he knew it. His whole fucking life and career was basically set up for him the second he met her family. Heâs beyond lucky Her ever looked his way.â
âJeez, Wonwoo. Honestly, itâs not like that.â
âHow is it not?â
Seokmin ran a hand through his hair, appearing flustered and without a tongue to make sense. âJustâokayâIâve been around them a lot. I know how it seems from an outsiderâs view. They can argue and push buttons. Their relationship isnât perfect, but whose is? Mingyu didnât just walk into the family asking for this and thatâheâs never asked for anything, no handouts. Everything thatâs been âset upâ for him was because Herâs family wanted it. They know heâs a good guy.â
The scoff shot from Wonwooâs mouth like an arrow. âIâm sorry but, what do they want for Her? Were we at the same dinner party? Did you see her nearly burst into tears? She has to live life in this rigid box, trying to conform to everyone else around her. Donât you think she wants to live her own life? Be her own person?â
âOf course, butââ
âNoâwhy is there even a âbutâ?â
âI donât think you understand. Her has everything she needs.â
âYou mean, what everyone thinks she needs.â Wonwoo tossed his hand up in the air, laughing, while also getting the strong impulse to ring out his friendâs neck. âIt doesnât make any sense to me. How can you be so close to her, but you donât realize how unhappy she is? You know what I think? Youâre part of it, Seokmin. You're always in her business, hovering, watching, sewing seeds of doubt, shooting down her interestsâand you disguise it as help. No one in that house listens to her. Theyâve told her who she should be instead of letting her figure it out for herself. How can you be so complicit in that? She gets no support from any of you, about the decisions in her life that actually matter. And Mingyuâhonestly, he can go fuck himself. Heâs just as complicit as you. Heâs soul-sucking.â
âGodâsh-sheâs an adult.â Seokmin was exasperated, his cheeks reddening like two ripe apples. âShe doesnât have to visit her parents. She doesnât have to date Mingyu. Nothing is forced on her. No one is dragging her there. I help because I know what she's capable of. I know the perfect life she can have. Her parents know, too. But she just gets sidetracked! She gets wrapped up in stuff that doesn't matter! If she hates everything, she can easily walk away.â
âBut you guys have made that so impossible for her.â
âHow?â
Wonwoo proceeded to clench his fist up so tight he thought his skin might bleed, the edge of his knuckles pressing down on the table.
âShe doesnât know who the fuck she is.â
Seokmin instantly paled. He looked whiter than a snowflake.
âThatâs like clipping a birdâs wings and then asking why it canât fly away. Knowing who you are is such a big part of life. Itâs arguably the foundation. What the fuck do you want her to do? I donât evenâI honestly donât even want to look at you, Seokmin. Let Mingyu beat me up if he wants toâlet it happen a thousand timesââ slinging the computer bag back over his shoulder, Wonwoo was rising from the picnic table while glaring down at the stiff, empty-faced Seokmin, who had suddenly morphed from a friend to a bitter stranger, ââI donât care what he thinks. Itâs not going to change how I feel about her, or make me stay away. Iâve seen who she can be and what she actually wants from life, and it's not some snotty, vapid, copy-and-paste hell that her parents are forcing on her. But neither of you seem to give a shit. Youâre both completely undeserving.â
Stepping away from the bench, Wonwoo tensed his jaw as the sunlight splashed over him, breaking in between the skeletal trees and their resilient orange leaves. âGot everything you wanted to know? Go run it back to Mingyu. Iâm sure thatâs what you were gonna do anyway.â
The anger in his chest felt like it was going to crawl out from his mouth and squeeze Seokmin into a ball, therefore Wonwoo exercised his breathing while on a strict path back down the walkway.
Abandoning Seokmin did hurt him more than he had thought, knowing he just lost a friend from his already very limited circle, someone whom he clicked with so readily. At the same time, however, there was a lightness about it. As Wonwooâs frustration seeped out during the walk back to his apartment, some of the weight pressed into his shoulders released itself like water evaporating from a blacktop.
He just wished he could be at your side more than anything.
There was obviously a reason for your silence.
[ Wonwoo | 11:28 am ]: I heard about the break.
[ Wonwoo | 11:28 am ]: Iâm here if you need anything at all.
âŠ
[ Her | 4:05 pm ]: you talked to seokmin?
[ Wonwoo | 4:07 pm ]: Yeah. Never again.
[ Her | 4:07 pm ]: mingyu is so mad
[ Wonwoo | 4:07 pm ]: I figure.
[ Her | 4:08 pm ]: please avoid him if you can. iâm worried
[ Wonwoo | 4:08 pm ]: Iâm not.
[ Her | 4:08 pm ]: wonwoo heâs seriously pissed
[ Her | 4:08 pm ]: canât you hang out with vernon some more
[ Wonwoo | 4:09 pm ]: Seriously?
[ Her | 4:09 pm ]: yes
[ Her | 4:09 pm ]: mingyu got into trouble with dots and had a real big scare. so he doesnât like to mess much with him or his friends. he'll showboat but that's about it
[ Her | 4:09 pm ]: well ik dots died but u get the point
[ Wonwoo | 4:10 pm ]: Fair.
[ Wonwoo | 4:10 pm ]: But I canât just pull Vernon around as my Mingyu repellent lol. Honestly, if he wants to rock me, idc.
[ Her | 4:10 pm ]: well I do care
[ Her | 4:10 pm ]: ugh
[ Her | 4:11 pm ]: life has been sucking so hard lately
[ Wonwoo | 4:11 pm ]: I want to come see you.
[ Her | 4:11 pm ]: I want that too. but I need more time, k?
[ Wonwoo | 4:12 pm ]: I know.
[ Wonwoo | 4:12 pm ]: Here if you need me.
âOCTOBER 18TH.
For the past two weeks, Wonwoo had been walking around with the looming possibility of getting jumped by your six-foot tall, rather muscley boyfriend, and he was thus very relieved to have made it this far without eating a fist to the face. Well, now Mingyu was an ex.
Maybe.
The pause in your relationship read like a gray area that Wonwoo had been treading the thinnest eggshells on, prompting him to wait and hear the truth from you directly whenever you felt steady enough to tell him. He wondered if today might be that day.
Placing another strawberry onto the cutting board, Wonwoo chopped his knife through the leafy green bit, removing the stem. The cleaned-up strawberry was then dropped into a bowl of fresh ones that you had been picking away at for the past few minutes or so.
Wonwoo smiled while grabbing another berry to cut.
âI feel like this bowl hasnât gotten any fuller, for some reason.â
Your legs were swinging as you sat atop the small kitchen island while looking down at his every movement with the knife. Once he dropped another cut strawberry into the bowl, you scooped it out.
âJust making sure they donât go bad,â you responded, shrugging.
He raised an eyebrow at you. âThe fruit you buy usually goes bad within the minute? Are you getting into a fist fight with it?â
You poked at his hip with your socked foot. âWell, you said you were cutting it for me. So can I eat it or not? Iâm getting mixed signals.â
âNo, of course you can eat it. Iâm just teasing.â
âI donât do too well with delayed gratification.â
Wonwoo smiled at you, proceeding to remove the last few strawberries from the basket to cleanly dissect their stems. He then turned around, tossing the cutting board and knife into the stainless-steel sink with a clatter. After washing his hands, he was back at the island, noticing that the bowl was now seated in your lap like a bag of movie theatre popcorn with just the perfect amount of butter and salt. For a moment, Wonwoo didnât say anythingâthat focused look to your face as you ate the fruit he prepared was much too captivating. He wanted to catch one of your swinging legs, pull you right to the counterâs very edge and have you wrap yourself around him. He wanted everything with you.
In your earlier days together, Wonwoo used to be a lot more evasive about his staring (at least, thatâs what he wanted to believe), but now he didnât feel as required to be so painfully subtle and imperceptible about things. He let you snack until you were satisfied, the empty bowl then being exchanged with a damp rag to clean your fingers.
âSo,â clearing his throat, Wonwoo braced his hands against the granite island and glanced at you from behind his glasses, scanning down the unbothered, relatively straight face you had, âeverything going okay?â
Pressing your lips together, you nodded, making only an âmhmâ sound that didnât leave much to be interpreted.
Wonwoo saw the hands that plunged swiftly between your thighs, how you were quick to squeeze around them, like there existed something weighted and hidden.
He wanted to leave it up to your discretionâhe really did.
âOkay, thatâs good⊠justâuh, heâs not giving you a hard time, right? Heâs not bothering you at all?â Wonwoo asked, adjusting the rim of the black beanie heâd thrown on to keep his messy hair tucked back. âI donât mean to disinter anything. Iâm only asking because Iââ
âBecause you care,â you finished his sentence quietly with a trusting and faint smile, âI know. Thank you. It is hard for me, though⊠I donât know why this particular thing is so hard but it is.â
Wonwoo slid his hands together, moving them slow along the cold granite. âNo⊠thatâs understandable. I get it plenty.â Hellâhe didnât just get itâWonwoo had miserably and insufferably lived it for damn near a year at that point. In fact, tomorrow would mark the day that he came home to this same apartment only to discover the interior stripped of all the traces, sentiments, and artifacts that breathed miraculous life into the girl he once thought to be his other half.
A whole fucking year without Jeanie.
How flipped things were. How oddly coincidental that he was now in the same space but with a new person to create everlasting memories. You had the most opposite personality and spark.
Wonwoo sighed. He got close to you, settling his hand atop your knee before gliding it underneath your thigh, gripping at you firmly and pulling you forward until he was bracketed in between your legs. Your response was smitten, and he couldnât deny that he loved to practically see your heart beating under your chest in addition to sensing the warmth that flourished off your skin like you were sizzling in a pan.
Wonwoo set one hand down on the counter, right next to your hip, while the other tended to the side of your face, his fingers running behind your ear and down the slender path to your silk-smooth neck.
âLookâŠâ he breathed out, finding your eyes that were now a bit watery and tinged with stinging emotion, âI know itâs hard. And I would never rush you into figuring things out⊠but I like youâŠâ Wonwoo swallowed, letting his thumb play with your earring meanwhile his deep voice triggered the sharp, raised hairs spreading down your arms like an electric current, âI love spending time with youâeven just being in the same room as you, getting to stare at youâbut I justâwhen I donât know what you are to Mingyu, I donât know what to do with us.â
You drew in an immediate breath, then releasing a quiet laugh mixed with a runny sniffle. âI-It seems like you knowâŠâ
He pushed both his hands into the countertop, smiling at you.
âWell, I know what I want to doâŠâ Wonwoo murmured, gazing so intimately into your eyes as the oceans he urged to drown in, âbut you have to understand my reservations about it. Thatâs all.â
Bringing a pinky finger to your mouth to nibble on, you nodded.
Softly, he pinched the bare expanse of your waist. You gasped.
âBecause I do, in fact, want you.â
You didnât say anything, although Wonwoo noted that you were staring back into his gaze with so many hues of simple human emotion pulsating behind your eyesâthere was frustration, possibly at yourself and everything you couldnât yet communicate, and twinkles of impulse that matched rhythm with your heart. Then, employing unforeseen abruptness, your fingers were running down the back of his neck all ticklish and he felt the warmth from your breath feather his lips as you moved in closer, smirking at him, hazy like a sunrise pouring its light through a thick cover of morning fog.
âIf you can be patient for just a little longer, you'll have all of me.â
Thankfully (or maybe not so thankfully judging from the pure adrenaline coursing through his veins in a hedonistic, addictive sort of way) there were a few knocks at his door.
Your eyes rolled. âIs that your landlord or something?â
Wonwoo took a step back, letting you slide off the countertop while he adjusted his glasses and brushed down his t-shirt. How were you suddenly so casual? One second you were chewing nervously on your finger with the timidness of a newborn doe and the nextâback to your typical self. He watched you approach the door, tilting his head.
âUh, maybe? She usually texts me, though.â
âOr Seokmin with a batch of chocolate apology brownies.â
He chuckled, folding his arms. âDoubt it.â
Really, Wonwoo had no idea who it could be. It possibly was his landlord who had perhaps forgotten her usual warning text, or maybe his younger, sometimes irresponsible neighbour across the hall who would specifically ask to borrow his scent-free laundry detergent every now and then. As long as it wasnât Lady Liberty on the other side (in Vernonâs tried and true nicknaming spirit) then Wonwoo had no reason to care.
âWelp,â you made a balmy, popping sound with your lips, âonly one way to find out. I think I can smell the chocolate.â But once the door was pulled open, that little joking smile fell from your face concerningly fast, as though someone had plucked it right off.
FuckâWonwoo thought right off the cuffâit was Lady Liberty.
Your head quirked ever so slightly. âUh, helloâŠâ
Whoever the person was, they were just outside the threshold of what Wonwoo could see from his spot in the kitchenâexcept, now he didnât think it was Mingyu at all, since your tone seemed more confused than anything else.
For a moment, Wonwoo just stood where he was, not particularly understanding why he couldnât even twitch a measly finger.
âHiâIâm sorry, is this theâis thisâdoes Wonwoo still live here?â
From across the room, you shifted him a glance.
There was a heavy pause before you answered.
â⊠Yeah.â
âO-Oh, well⊠um⊠Iâm so sorry, but are you living here as well? Is he home? I donât mean to bother or anything. I guess I came by on a whim. Itâs a little hard to explain⊠I can always come back later.â
At that point, Wonwoo was making his way beside you.
That voiceâthat delicate wispy voice, lighter than a tuft of cotton adrift through the breeze under a salt blue skyâthere was such a familiarity about it that he was getting dizzier by the second. Your jaw was distinctly clenched as Wonwoo stopped at your side.
He took one look into the hallway and damn near fainted.
âWhat the fuckâŠâ Wonwoo whispered, his mouth suddenly stark of moisture as he lifted a hand to grab the doorâs edge, âJeanie?â
âUh, hey, Wonwoo.â
Waitânever mind, never mindâhe panicked. Maybe he did want it to be Mingyu. In fact, Wonwoo would have anticipated Bohyuk showing up outside his door, or his parents, or his girlfriend of two weeks back in sixth grade who broke up with him over a juice box before he could guess that his ex who disappeared without a trace would be there.
It sounded borderline insane, but Wonwoo almost wanted to poke her just to test if she was even real. She looked real. She sounded real. You didnât seem to be staring into empty space while side-eyeing him worriedly, rather you had very much acknowledged her. Wonwooâs grip fastened to the door, then realizing he was using it as a personal crutch to keep him upright as his legs slowly regained their rigidity and strength. He also realized that you likely had no idea who she was until her name had been distantly tugged from his lips by his instincts.
Jeanie splayed out her hands in a demonstration of submission.
âIf itâs a bad time, I can come back laterâŠâ
Wonwoo noted that you had taken a step away from the door, although you continued to stare at Jeanie with a countenance that refused to spoil muchâit seemed inquisitive and curious but still hardenedâthe moment was probably overwhelming you, too.
He gulped dryly, flicking his eyes back to her. âUh, well, I wasnât evenâyouâre like, the last person I would expect to see andââ
âItâs okay. Iâll leave.â
Jerking back to you, Wonwoo nearly gave himself whiplash.
âHerâyou donât need toââ
But you shook your head.
Grabbing the cream purse off the couch and slipping back into your comfortable, clean white tennis shoes, you seemed eager to go while simultaneously jaded at the circumstances.
âNo, donât worry about it,â you stopped in front of Wonwoo, adjusting the strap wove around your shoulder, âthis seems important, so⊠I donât want to stand in the way of anything⊠Iâll see you later, âkay?â
Then, you turned to Jeanie, sticking out your hand. âNice to meet you.â
She looked to Wonwoo for a split second.
âUm, yeah, you as wellâŠâ Jeanie eventually accepted the handshake, sounding breathy with nerves, âsorry about all this.â
While making your way to the staircase, Wonwoo quickly stepped into the corridor and waved at you, feeling his chest tighten.
âIâll call you, okay?â
You flashed a transient smile. He hated watching you leave.
Jeanie was watching you, too, hands politely folded at her abdomen, bunny rabbit teeth digging at the skin of her ruby-stained and calloused lips. She had always been a chronic lip-biterâanxiety, thrill, or stress, Wonwoo vividly remembered the blisters she absentmindedly inflicted unto herself from the bad habit, similar to the scars marking the cuticle of his thumb. After a year Jeanie looked different no doubt, but she also reflected an unchanged image through her conserved, fidgety behaviours. She was shy like a budding flower kept just short of the sun.
âAre you okay if I come in?â Jeanie mumbled, hardly able to maintain eye contact with Wonwoo for no more than a second or two.
He stepped back, beckoning indoors.
âYeah⊠thatâs fine, I guess.â
âLooks pretty nice in hereâŠâ she remarked soft-spokenly, taking a moment to marvel the space she once came home to every day, although she couldnât seem more like a stranger to the apartment even if she triedâlike a magazine cutout slapped onto a novel.
Wonwoo rubbed under his nose. âWell⊠I make due.â
Her hair used to be a symmetric, blunt length with her chin, but she had clearly grown it out over the months. The black tresses thrived in long and loose ribbons down her back, shinier than sea glass polished by rough waves. She was never one to wear much makeup eitherâtrimming her eyebrows, glossing her lips, and flicking on some mascara was all she really ever cared to do, and Wonwoo remembered being in love with her simplicity.
Jeanie proceeded to walk behind the couch, squeezing the back in her hands. She was so tiny. That hadnât changed much. He could only stand in one place, keeping still, examining her every movement and fighting against the trillions of voices clawing to his mindâs surface.
âFeels strange to be in here,â she laughed, running her fingers along the couchâs fabric, staring around the space, âI think it definitely has more of your touch now⊠it was nice to see Saskia again, too.â
âYeah.â
She stopped on him. âYou look well. Healthy.â
Wonwoo squinted at her. âWhy are you here?â
He didnât say it in a rude, impatient way. Genuinely, Wonwoo wasnât angry with her, not like he might have been a few months ago.
But he was confused and feeling increasingly anxious. You were gone, probably on your way back home, though Wonwoo wished you hadnât left at all, even if it were to make things sticky and awkward. Your presence in a room was the comfort he badly, painfully missed.
âSure,â Jeanie cleared her throat, âIâll explain. Care to sit?â
Together, they nestled onto the couch.
Wonwoo was kept to one end while Jeanie sat more in the middle, pulling at the long, flowy hem of her fern-patterned blue dress.
He tugged at the rim to his beanie, waiting for her to speak.
The girl gripped onto her knees, poised a soft, gentle look in his direction while taking in a breath. Their nerves seemed to be coalescing like different colours bleeding from freshly soaked paintbrushes. If anxiety were personified into butterflies, the room would start fluttering.
âI guess I thought it was time. Taking a shot in the dark, I know. I didnât know if you would still be here, but I got luckyâŠâ she clutched at her dress, fingers pulling into the airy material. âWonwoo, itâs not like I donât think about you, or wonder about you. I know what I did, how much it hurt⊠then I wasnât sure if Iâd be able to come back to here, with you. But I processed it all and it became an itch I had to scratch.â
Puffing out through his nose, Wonwoo almost laughed.
âYeahâyou wanted to see if I, what? Threw myself off the building or persevered, becoming some big money writer?â
Jeanie blinked at him a few times, furrowing her neat, straight brow, with every hair gelled down perfectly in place.
Wonwoo shook his head, lifting out his hand.
âOkay, my bad. That sounded like such an asshole thing to say.â
âNo, itâs okay. I get it.â Her cheeks flooded with a tide of rosy pink as she chuckled. âI-I just⊠well, you seem different now.â
He pushed up his glasses. âYou think?â
âYeah.â
âIn a good or bad way?â
Jeanie clasped her hands together, thumbs tapping.
âWell, I guess you seem more... upfront, not as prevaricating. Maybe thatâs how youâve always been and I just never really saw it or you picked it up from someone else.â
Wonwoo shrugged. âProbably a bit of both.â
âI am sorry. I know it was all so⊠sudden. I know this is sudden. I thought about calling... my hands would just shake so much whenever I picked up the phone, getting all sweaty and stuff. It felt like something that I had to just do. And, well, once I was back in the area, I didnât even want to lend myself time to dwell. I only came in yesterday.â
âYou went back home, then?â
âI did.â
âI figured⊠well, I got the hint pretty clear when your mom sent me that email. It was only a sentence or two long, but it hurt like hell.â
âItâs what I asked her to send. Itâs all I felt you needed to know.â
âYeah, I get that.â
Jeanie sighed, âI feel warranted in what I did⊠even so, I-I think I owe you an apology. Because, well, you were and still are someone I regard highly. You were going through something pretty serious⊠I mean, itâs obvious youâre taking such better care of yourself.â
 âIt definitely hasnât been linear.â
Tucking some hair behind her ear, the girl smiled. âWell, what in life really is? It only feels that way when youâre going straight down.â
He hmphed, thinking. â⊠Yeah. Really though, donât worry about it. An apology isnât necessary. Youâve always been too gracious.â
âI-I guess⊠but, I think it is, sinceââ
âJeanie, câmon. Itâs really not. I was dragging you down.â
âWonwoo, I feel likeââ
âIâm telling youââ
âWell, Iâm telling you and it would mean a lot if you just let me speak and get this off my chest. Please. Then you can have the floor. Tell me to package it all back up. Whatever it is you have to say. But I spent our entire relationship just listening and trying to understand you and interpret all your vague signals when I should have been trying to understand myself, and what I wanted. Iâm not the verbose type, I know that. Going off on longwinded tangents about my feelings has never been something that suits me but Iâm here now and I owe it to the girl who just sucked it all up, all the time, trying to be this perfect girlfriend for you.â
He managed a long, introspective breath.
Fuckâhe really did owe her that. He owed her so much more.
â⊠Okay,â Wonwoo nodded complicity, âyouâre right.â
âLeaving was the very last thing I wanted. I swear it. I agonized over the choice every day. But you didnât even notice. Thatâs when I knew it was more than bad, and whatever it was you were going through was just pulling you down so deep, like a whirlpool. Itâs like⊠I would talk to you, and there was no one inside. When I felt like you needed space, I gave you space. When I felt like you had something hard to say, I would sit with you all day, trying to ease it out, waiting for you to say it.
When you seemed so angry at yourself and everything around youâI-I donât knowâI tried to be the best thing for you. But I was hitting wall after wall. Sometimes I wonder how much of it was my fault. If I had just been upfront about my feelings then maybe things would have been⊠well, you know, different. I guess I never did say much because it seemed like the last thing you needed to hear, like I would be adding to your already massive collection of burdens. You have to understand, I felt trapped, Wonwoo. Like I was in a glass box or something.
I was decaying from the inside out. If I didnât leave, if I didnât make that split second decision to phone up my mom and tell her everything that morning you left for workâthen maybe we would have gotten even worse. Maybe we would have just drowned. I donât know. Iâm⊠glad, relieved, happier than ever, that I donât know what might have happened. And now that it seems weâre both⊠whole⊠I feel like an apology is just a way for me to say that if I had the steel to speak for the both of us, maybe we could have spared so much pain in between.â
Jeanieâs doe eyes twinkled with tears. âI thought that being apart might heal us both⊠I-I did it âcauseâin essenceâI did it because I cared, Wonwoo. About you. So deeply. But I also needed to start caring about myself, too.â
The corners of his mouth flitted in an unbridled smile toward the girl, his gaze admiring how the evening sunlight warmed up her cool-toned skin and shimmered through her strong, healthy hair.
âI know,â Wonwoo finally answered. âIâve known for a while.â
Jeanie stayed for about an hour longer, until the sky started darkening. Together, they filled each other in on the breakages in each otherâs distant lives, like a spider reweaving a gash through its cobweb. He was pleased to learn that she was doing quite well for herselfânow moved out from her family house and living with her younger sister, Jeanie held true to pursuing her ambition of managing the library she had always adored coming to during her childhood (he remembered it specifically as âthe one with the bean bag corner and the giant toy crate with the giraffe.â)
Wonwoo felt he didnât have much to say regarding himself, however, he had plenty to say about you.
Rubbing at a strand of her hair, Jeanie nodded. âYeah, I remember Her. Sheâlikeâshe did scare me a bit⊠I donât knowâshe really seemed to know what she was doing. I was a little envious of that. And she had really great style. She could pull anything off. She came in looking for a textbook one time, but I made my co-worker help her instead. I think I was too nervous to talk to her.â
Wonwoo had his legs stretched out onto the coffee table, hands settled on his stomach. Itching at his eyebrow, he smiled. âI probably would have done the same, back then. Honestly though, sheâs nothing like what she seems. I can promise you that.â
Jeanie was quiet for a moment, adjusting the legs tucked up underneath herself. âSo⊠you two are⊠youâre dating?â
âNo⊠itâs weird. I wish.â
âI recognized her when she opened the door. I was pretty confused since⊠of all the people that you could have over⊠she seemed like the most unlikely candidate. I-I mean, Iâm not saying that you could neverâIâm not saying that it could never happenââ
He tilted his head at Jeanie, grinning slyly. âNo, just say it. You didnât imagine Iâd ever even be able to talk to someone like her.â
The girlâs face flushed. âWell, youâre quite the opposites.â
âIn some ways.â
âI donât think sheâd like me.â
Wonwoo pursed his lip in disagreement. âThatâs not true. To be fair, youâve ever only got to see one side of her. Sheâs trying to figure shit out just as much as we are. You never really stop, I suppose.â
He felt Jeanieâs gaze still on him for a few seconds, her mouth twitching into a delicate, sincere smile made brighter by her eyes. âSo⊠you figure sheâd like me? Even if she knew all the details about us? How rough it all was?â
Wonwoo crossed his arms, staring back toward her confidently. âI figure sheâd probably like you more than me, actually.â
8:28 pm
âHey, thanks for picking up.â
âOh, no big deal. You called me at a good time. I was just about to start my skincare and I would have needed to sit for fifteen minutes doing absolutely nothing in a slimy face mask.âÂ
âSounds fun.â
âIâm guessing your conversation is over and done with.â
âYeah. She only left like, five minutes ago.â
âAnd you didnât want to sit alone in your bedroom contemplating the universe for an additional hour with all the blinds drawn? Woah. Wonwoo, I am impressed. Finger snaps.â
âFinger snaps.â
âSo⊠am I allowed to know how the whole thing went or did you just call me to hear the sound of my voice?â
âBoth. But mostly to hear your voice.â
âOkay. Enlighten me then.â
9:45 pm
âAnyway⊠yeah. The conversation went well. I still canât believe she actually came back to see me. Like, what a mindfuck, you know?â
âThat took a lot of courage from her part.â
âYeah, it did. Makes me proud, though. To hear her actually speak her mind. She really was just trying to be the best possible person for me and the only thing that got her is heartbreak. Sheâs putting herself first, now. Sheâs spending a couple days in the city with her sister.â
â⊠Do you think that youâll want to see her again?â
âI donât know. Do I need to?â
âDo you?â
âNo. I mean, donât get me wrong, as much as it was a shock to see her again, there was great closure in it. If she had come to see me way sooner, no way would I have been open to itâI probably would have freaked the fuck out and had an anxiety attack or some shitâbut I feel way better about everything now. I felt like I understood her choices, kinda like I was the one making them... but, you know, weâre evolved people at this point. Weâve veered onto two separate paths, neither one being greater than or less than the other⊠just different.â
âRight.â
âWe just wished each other well.â
âNo, thatâs great. You put a bow on it. I just didnât really know what the whole thing was gonna entail⊠so, yeah, I had gotten kinda worried⊠likeâonce I knew it was herâI thought she looked so perfect for you. You two just made immediate sense in my mind. Sheâs got such a sweet voice, and the kind, shy personality that everyone always adores. I think if you stuck her in a room with me, sheâd hate my guts.â
âHaâJeanie hates no oneâs guts. Sheâs got no room in her heart for that kind of stuff. You two are different for sure, but I think thatâs what would make you interesting and attractive to each other.â
âReally?â
âYeah. If it makes you feel any better, she didnât think youâd like her either. But I told her youâd probably like her more than me.â
âWhat! She actually thought that? I mean, maybe I seemed a little damp when I left, but that was just my mind on overdrive.â
âNeed me to arrange a date between you two?â
âHaâshe did have a great perfume on. Maybe ask about that.â
âWell, I will if I see her.â
âShe doesnât know about the book you were writing for her, does she? I canât believe thatâs been sitting on your laptop all this time.â
âNo, she doesnât. I used to sit there and stare at it every day, but I donât think Iâve even opened the damn document in months⊠since I met you, my mind has gradually moved away from it, I guess. I think now itâs more of an effort thing. All the time I put into it. Itâs like, if I delete it, Iâm deleting that time from my life⊠does that even make sense?â
âYeah, I know what youâre saying.â
â⊠Did you ever finish your book for Mingyu? I know you wanted it done before your anniversary in December. It seemed like you were on track to have it done quite early, with all that time you gave yourself.â
âI did finish it, actually.â
âNo fucking wayâthatâs a big accomplishment.â
âYeah. Now Iâve just gotta decide what to do with it.â
âNOVEMBER 3RD.
Wonwoo was fairly surprised that Princess had invited him to her birthday dinner at Terra Cotta. At one point, he wasnât certain where he stood with your closest friend, even if his relationship with her presented itself as amicable on the surfaceâhe always thought that maybe deep down, Princess really did despise him. Then Wonwoo wondered if you had nipped at the birthday girl into inviting him, although that didnât seem like something in your character.
Through all his fretting, thumb-scraping, and late-night pondering in the shower, Wonwoo eventually came to the conclusion that was probably the simplest and most accurate: Princess just liked him.
A call from Vernon came through right as Wonwoo was getting into bed last week, to which the rambling boy had impetuously thrown out, âyeah, I got an invite to Herâs best friendâs birthday dinner or somethinâ like thatâwhat was her name again? Penelope? The sexy dark skin girl with the braids? Anyway, I told her Iâd love to go, but Iâm gonna be out of town for a few days in November. Said I could hook her up with a couple MDMA bombs, though. Yâknow, as a gift.â
Thus, that concluded the story of Wonwoo having to sit at a rather large and reserved candlelit table in an expensive, esteemed restaurant, surrounded by some friends and strangers alike, with a plastic baggie of hard drugs shoved into his pants pocket that he couldnât stop worrying about. Vernon had wanted him to leave it with Princess when appropriate. Most people invited were going to the club later in the nightâRoom 319âwhich he figured could only be survived by going buckwild off ecstasy. As his knee continued to ricochet underneath the tablecloth, Wonwoo was soothed by your hand sliding over his thigh.
You gave him a solicitous glance, smiling with care. âWhy donât I just put it in my purse?â The offer was whispered amongst the conversation.
Wonwoo couldnât help but flit his eyes around the table, ensuring no one was giving his general direction a lick of attention. The waiters and waitresses would pop from the blue every now and then with bottles that seemed glued to their hands, scouring for anyone who needed a top up on alcohol. His glass had been seldom touched for the past half-hour.
He sighed, shaking his head. âNo, itâs fine.â
âWonwoo,â you deadpanned at him.
âItâs fine.â
âOh my Godâjust give me it. Itâll take me two seconds to dig it out from your pocket and shove it in my damn purse. Besides, I canât enjoy myself when the anxiety is emanating off you in waves.â
His knee immediately stopped jerking. Wonwoo looked you straight in the eyes, the stiffness turning him into straw. âIs it really?â
âYes!â You laughed quietly, your head hunkering down on his shoulder for a brief moment. âNow, give me it please. Pretty please.â
Sliding a hand into the smooth pocket on his pants, Wonwoo began fishing out the small plastic baggie while puffing, âfuckâalright.â
âGosh,â he heard you mumble while discreetly taking the capsules from him, rustling them into your purse, âyou could never be a drug dealer, could you? How are you even friends with Vernon? That dude probably walks around with sample sizes taped to his jacket.â
âItâs different.â
âIs it?â
âYeah,â Wonwoo was finally able to roll out his shoulders and relaxâeven give you a humorous little smirk, âI have a way better chance of escaping the drug dogs than he does. Iâll get a nice head start.â
His thigh was met with a slap before your hand pulled away. âIâm acting like I donât know either of you.â
To be fair, Wonwoo couldnât picture his bad-mouthed, fairly uncouth friend in a snotty establishment like Terra Cotta, especially considering his ideal places to eat were twenty-four-hour diners and cereal pantries belonging to girls whom heâd just slept with. The restaurant was no doubt beautiful, though it was definitely for the upper echelons who could not only afford it, but also act the pleasant, opulent guise.
At least the table that Princess reserved was a bit more separated from the other tables in the restaurantâit was close to a waterfall built into the wall, encompassed by all sorts of burnish-looking smooth stones.
Neither Seokmin or Mingyu were at the dinnerâtwo absences that no one seemed to be questioning. To Wonwoo, that was a gigantic reliefâhe assumed you felt the same. Clara was there, seated further down the table, but Bells wasnât. Seungcheol was an obvious guest, and besides you, he was the person that Wonwoo had spoken to the most since arriving at the restaurantâheâd even given Wonwoo the slip on his secret gift for his girlfriend, which was a two-week vacation to the Bahamas after the winter exam season.
Wonwoo was a little jealous.
He would love for you and him to vacation somewhere.
Maybe even take you back to South Korea.
âSo, you guys,â Princess had started a conversation with you and Wonwoo from across the table, hands folded underneath her chin while she smiled kindly between you, âthink youâll come to the club after?â
You pouted at her, âweâre passing, babe. A million sorries.â
âAwe, thatâs okay.â She reached across the pristine tablecloth to lay her hand over top yours. âYou already took me out for my birthday, anyway. And let me vomit in your washroom for two hours.â
âMmhm. Youâd do the same for me.â
Princess giggled, her grin luminous and wholly genuine. âOh, of course. I have already done it!â
âWell, youâll have to tell me all about Room 319. The stories Iâve heard about that placeâsounds like some shit from a movie.â
âTrust me, youâll get the entire script in a bound book. I know the club thing isnât for everyoneâthatâs why I did the dinner. And Iâm doing cupcakes instead of cake! Remember those red velvet cupcakes we had that one night? And then that other night? FuckâI couldnât stop thinking about those damn things.â
âOh, those were fucking delicious.â
âDe-licious. Have you ever got to try one, Wonwoo?â
He swallowed, a bit jarred to be welcomed into their conversation that he had been happily listening to from the sidelines.
âI tried one. I liked it.â
Princess gasped at him. âOnly liked? Be serious!â
âWell, ask me again later tonight. I wasnât having it fresh.â
âI will be asking. Howâs Vernon? Iâm sad he couldnât make it.â
âOh, heâs fine. Sometimes he just mysteriously disappears from town for a couple daysâI donât ask because I donât want to know. But, uh, he did leave me with a gift for you⊠if you didnât already know.â
âOh⊠oh! Right!â Princess straightened up, nodding. âYeah, I remember. You can give it to me when we leave. Outside.â
âI have it actually,â you clarified, flickering a transient look at the tiny purse you had moved onto the table, âwhen we take a girlâs trip to the washroom, you can have it. The dose is pretty high. I know I donât have to worry about you and this stuff, but be careful, yâknow?â
âOf course. Just make sure you hide the purse in your lap when the waiter comes back. They love offering to take bags and satchels and all that stuff to hang in the coat room.â After clearing her throat with a sip from her pink, frothy champagne, Princess curiously poked at you two. âSo, how do you guys plan to spend the rest of your night?â
Wonwoo opted not to speak.
You grabbed your wine glass, swirling the aromatic alcohol around inside while shrugging. âNot sure. Itâs chilly out. Hope you donât freeze your tits off standing outside in the mile long line for the club.â
âThatâs what this push-up is for. The paddingâs so toasty warm.â
Laughing with Princess, you ended up snorting.
Seungcheol, who was sat beside his girlfriend and had been occupied in speaking to a friend Wonwoo forgot the name of, finally parted from his conversation, turning his head at the last second to hear the giggling.
âPush-up? What are you guys talking about?â
You shook your head. âNothingâjust her bra.â
âOh,â Seungcheol mumbled, âwhat about her bra?â
Princess smiled. âJust that with all this padding itâs got, itâll keep me nice and warm when Iâm waiting outside. Perfectly insulated.â
Rubbing a thumb and index finger along his jaw, Seungcheol grinned all relaxed-like while Princess rolled her dark brown eyes at his comment, the gold accents in her inner corners glimmering.
âI bet my hands would be a lot more efficient. Nothing warmer than skin on skin as they say.â
She shoved his shoulder half-heartedly. âWho says that? Now, bedroom eyes away before I make you wear a bag over your head.â
âI donât see a bag here.â
âAs the birthday girl, Iâm pretty sure I can request one.â
The dinner officially wrapped up around ten at night. Wonwoo was able to reaffirm with Princess that the red velvet cupcakes were indeed moist and delicious. As everyone stood right outside the restaurant in the nippy, cold November weather, giving hugs and farewells to those who werenât clubbing, he made sure to wish Princess probably the twentieth happy birthday sheâd heard that night. He waited for you to give her another speech about staying safe but still having fun, sprinkled with lots of âI love youâsâ and inside jokes that Wonwoo wondered if he would ever understand, before you two left on your own.
Each time he spoke, his breath would come to life in a warm wisp from his mouth, meanwhile the streets lights reflected in the melted snow all over the sidewalk he aimlessly wandered down, with you sticking close to his side. It hadnât been a heavy snow, at least.
âBe honest,â you said, glancing toward Wonwoo, âhow relieved are you that weâre not going to the club? On a scale of one to ten.â
âIs ten the most relieved?â
âYeah.â
He looked at you, completely unabashed. âTen.â
Kissing your teeth, you nodded. âThatâs what I expected.â
âSo,â Wonwoo hummed, stopping beside you at the intersection while waiting for the crosswalk light to change, âwhat now?â
Your eyebrows raised. âStill want to do something?â
As the cars whipped past, throwing up brisk winds and exhaust into the twinkling city atmosphere, Wonwoo shrugged. âThe night is young.â
âWhat's on your mind?â
âWeâre not far from Centertown. Itâs maybe a fifteen-minute walk or so at this point. Thereâs a bar there I want to try. The Honeymoon.â
He was glad you didnât seem opposed.
âSure. Iâm down.â
Once the crosswalk was open and the floods of people started pressing forward, there was somebody who passed themâsomebody who almost went completely unnoticed by Wonwoo until his memory reloaded and he suddenly found himself pausing to observe over his shoulder.
You pulled at his sleeve. âWhat?â
âUh, nothing,â Wonwoo replied, wetting his dry lips while heeding your polite tug, âthe woman that passed usâsheâs dressed exactly like this prostitute that Vernon told me he saw last winter, hanging outside Room 319. She has the heels and everything.â
âWhat the fuck. Really?â
âMmhm,â he laughed, âhe called her Pink Heels Lady. To be honest, I thought he was lying⊠but Iâm pretty sure that was her.â
âSpooky. Coincidence or fate, do you think?â
Wonwoo glanced at you, seeing the intrigued smile on your face.
âI donât know, actually,â he responded after the question hovered around in his mind for an oddly long second, deciding to pick up your hand in is, âI assume itâs just the universe working its magic.â
Wonwoo was never particularly into bars, although he could tolerate them much more than a club despite their parallels. The seedy lighting, deafening music, and signature throw-up gutter in the street or alleyway right outside the building was crucial to both, he had realized.
The Honeymoon was a newer bar that had garnered some notable buzz. It was less like a pub, being slightly more formal with a touch of modernity that had landed it just below presumptuous, in Wonwooâs opinion. At least the music wasnât overbearing, nor was there intoxicated, flush-faced men hollering at sports teams on televisions that would never hear them. You decided to sit at the counter, sliding onto the heightened chairs and leaving your jackets draped over the low backs.
You bristled, shaking out your shoulders. âIâm cold.â
Wonwoo cupped his hands overtop your icy cheeks for a moment, allowing some of his warmth to seep into your skin.
âA drink will fix that right up.â
âHow are your hands hotter than mine? Youâre always freezing.â
He smiled at you, letting you have your face back. âI can warm them up at will to your benefit.â Wonwoo joked, bumping his knee against yours. âWhat do you think of the place?â
Your lip pursed as you glanced around, examining the bartenders filling up glasses with their silvery, shiny spouts, and then over your shoulder at the numerous other tables occupied by the cityâs strangers. For a frigid November night, it was quite full.
âItâs nice. The lighting is pretty. Reminds me of Alley Cat.â
âOh, yeah. Vernon took me there once to celebrate my exams being done, then he got into a fist fight with this university student over something I canât rememberâsmashed a glass on the dudeâs head.â
Predictably, your eyes rolled. âOnly Vernon is getting into fist fights at Alley Cat.â
Wonwoo chuckled. âWell, now he canât get into fist fights there at allâmanagement banned him and the other guy. Apparently, theyâve got this back wall of people whoâve been kicked out and heâs on there.â
âFigures,â you sighed.
âOh my gosh! Wonwoo? Itâs you!â
At the sound of his name being excitedly called, Wonwoo was soon met with the surprised but cheerful expression coloured to Sierraâs freckled face. He hadnât forgotten that she worked there, but he was clueless about her schedule. She looked very pretty, glowing in a halo almost, with her coarse, reddish-brown hair pulled back slick into a ponytail and a crisp, clean black uniform tailored to fit her perfectly.
Wonwoo grinned. âHey there. I didnât know you worked tonight.â
Sierra set one hand onto the lacquered wood counter while the other stuck to her hip. âI donât usually. Fridays are game nights with my little sister. But there was a call-in. A little extra cash never hurt.â The girlâs big, round eyes then flitted to you. âHer, right? I donât think weâve ever met formally. I know youâre one smart cookie, though.â
âIâd like to think so,â you answered, smiling back at Sierra, âyou were at the party, werenât you? The one Seungcheol threw this summer?â
She nodded, âI was. I made a few drinks here and there.â
âI never got to taste one,â you frowned, pouting.
Throwing up her hands, Sierra was quick to exclaim with her typical charisma and sugar sweetness, âwhat! Preposterous! I think Iâm pretty wicked at it. What are you thinking of having?â
âTo be honest, Iâm not looking for anything too fancy at the moment. In fifteen minutes from now, I wonât be able to promise the same. Iâd like to start off with a rum and coke, if thatâs alright. For now.â
Sierra grinned. âNo, thatâs perfect. What about you, Wonwoo?â
He shrugged. âIâll have the same. For now.â
âWell, for now, Iâll start you guys off with two rum and cokes.â
Leaning his elbows onto the countertop, he threw her a question.
âHowâs it going with Carmen?â
While she prepared the drinks, Sierra blossomed into a smile. âOh, itâs going great. Sheâs genuinely a blast. Weâre going to the movies next weekâthat horror one is coming out, about the swimming poolâwe think itâs gonna suck but thatâs what makes it fun.â
Once Sierra slid you the cold glass, you tilted your head at her while fixing your lips around the black straw. âWhoâs Carmen?â
âMy girlfriend.â Sierra answered. âWe met here, actually.â
âUgh, no way,â you swooned, pressing a cheek into your hand as the next drink was given to Wonwoo, âthatâs so fucking adorable. Does she ever tell you how beautiful you look in that all-black uniform?â
Giggling, Sierra wiped down the countertop and flushed. âIâve heard it many times. Itâs honestly just a t-shirt and slacks!â
âWell, youâre making it work.â
âPleaseâmy face is heating up! Youâve got quite the gorgeous dress on yourself, you know. I always wonder where you get all your clothes. Wonwoo, have you complimented her yet, tonight?â
Mixing the ice cubes together to hear the satisfying clinks using his straw, he answered easily. âIt was the first thing out of my mouth.â
Sierra nodded in satisfaction. âGood! Well, I wonât hover. But if you need any refills or have any questions, you can try to flag me downâor ask Jamie! Sheâs just down there. Sheâs great at martinis. Later!â
Once Sierra had left to busy herself with tending to others waiting service at the counter, you looked to Wonwoo, lips downturned.
âJeez, sheâs so freaking nice. How come I donât have that kind of natural charm? Not that Iâm not charming. But hers is so⊠magnetic.â
âEveryoneâs got their natural quirks.â
âYeah, well, my natural quirk is that Iâm probably going to down this in the next two minutes. And then have three more after that.â
Wonwoo rubbed a hand to your shoulder, smirking into the glass that he raised to his mouth. âJust focus on the one you have now.â
3 more rum and cokes (+ 1 martini) later.
âNo, noâbut then, it gets even worse! Because not only had she been lying straight to his face the entire time, so was his best friend! They were seeing each other for weeks and weeksâhe had no idea. What gave it away though, was the perfume. He was always telling her not to wear heavy perfumes and stuff because it will leave a scent on the sheets, but she messed upâso they freaked it, she spends the night, and then the next day when heâs over, he goes into his friendâs room looking for a charger and smells the perfume on the sheets! He puts it together! And then, and thenââ
You paused, picking up the wide-mouthed martini glass to take a sip in the midst of your long-winded and passionate adultery story that Wonwoo had been struggling to follow for the past blurred time interval, the names now completely lost on his ears. There was hardly anything left in your glass, which led to your frustrated grumble, followed by an attempt to flag down the bartender, Jamie.
However, Wonwoo swiftly caught your hand despite his own impaired state, lowering it back to the countertop.
âOkay, I think thatâs enough.â He pushed forward the cup of water he requested for you. âThe least you can be right now is hydrated.â
Although you werenât happy about his thwarting, you did yield to the advice and drink some of the water. Wonwoo knew he should probably have some himself after his own splurge on the barâs pricy concoctions, but he still felt that he was holding up quite well. Before Jamie could whisk by again, he made sure to ask for another cup.
âSo, what happened next?â Wonwoo nudged your elbow while you stared off cluelessly, urging you to continue the story.
âWhat?â
âHe smells her perfume on the bedsheets. Now what?â
However, you were suddenly slumping forward, forehead nestled into your hands. For a moment, you stayed like that without word, until Wonwoo couldnât help his concern and touched at your bare shoulder.
âNot feeling well?â
You shook your head, whining out, âno, no. Itâs not that.â
He frowned, scooting to the edge of his chair and securing his arm across your shoulders. His voice was softer and closer against your warm cheek as he attempted to gauge that sour, twisted expression past your concealing hands, wanting to understand your hiding.
âWell, am I allowed to know whatâs bothering you?â
Again, you remained silent, biting your lip. There was such tenseness in your body that he could simply feel with just his arm.
Wonwoo leaned back, instead tugging at your wrist. âCan I at least see your face? Please?â You didnât budge. âHer, youâre worrying me a bit, here. Do you need me take you homeââ
âOkay, I have something to tell you.â Breaking abruptly from your husk, you were now staring straight and square at Wonwoo with distinct inebriation cloudy in your eyes, although there was something else too that compelled Wonwoo to bite his tongue and listen. âHonestly, I think Iâve held onto this long enough. And, Iâve wanted to confess this to you for a while now, but there was just so much debris in my life that I needed to sort through first. But youâre beyond important to me, and I just think that itâs time you finally know⊠so, can I tell you?â
âUmâŠâ
Wonwooâs throat was suddenly bone-dry and his pulse had spiked to the point where he could feel a vein along his neck start throbbingâhe even pondered waving down the bartender for another drink to pacify his growing nerves. Â
Ultimately, Wonwoo wouldnât last that long. Pushing up his glasses, he nodded, noting that you hadnât blinked once while you waited.
âSure. Tell me.â
Your upper lip twitched.
âMingyuâs been cheating on me, for two years.â
Wonwoo was quick to feel all his awareness become dull and drowned. He hardly registered his elbow shifting across the countertop, almost knocking over the glass of water onto the floor, nor did he realize the manner in which his mouth had subtly dropped open. You continued to stare at him with intensity, likely studying every tweak and fidget in his body language before swallowing deeply and choosing to continue the revelation.
He tightened up his jaw, trying to seem firm.
You looked ashamed of yourself as you admitted, âitâs been going on for two years, and Iâve known for about a year.â
âReally?â He answered, sounding mystified. âAn entire year?â
âGive or take.â
Then, Wonwoo was shaking his head. His fist had clenched up tight, though it wasnât the usual automated response that accompanied his anxietyâhe found there was immediate distaste and anger swirling together like storm clouds in the pit of his stomach.
Your gaze was cast to the water glass on the countertop, which you moved away for no apparent reason, your expression emptied.
After a frail sigh, you continued, âdo you remember that day I came into creative writing and got super upset at that guy for sitting in my seat? Remember how we talked about it at the nature museum, and I told you that I had a fight with Mingyu before going to class?â
âYeahâŠâ
âWell, that day, I tried bringing it up to him. And it totally didnât go over how I thought it would. Mingyu denied it all⊠of course, I only had some vague but suspicious texts to go off of, which he explained his way out of pretty poorly. But I just accepted it for the sake of our relationship. And I never brought it up again until⊠you know.â
Wonwoo let a natural, stagnant silence fall in between you, meanwhile the encompassing atmosphere was kept flowing by the various conversations of those around youâseemingly happyâwith plenty to drink as they kept warm from the bitter cold just outside.
He was biting his tongue, though he couldnât hold the question any longer, piquing his, âdo you know who he was cheating with?â
A huff shot straight through your nose.
âI knowâŠâ you mumbled, âand you know her, too.â
Suddenly, a name popped to his mouth without thought.
âBells.â
When you didnât confirm nor deny, opting to stare off to the side to conceal the emotion springing forth, Wonwoo knew it was solid truth.
âFuckâŠâ he cursed, grazing his hand across the smooth leg that was folded over your knee, âIâm so sorry⊠Iâm at a loss for words.â
You could only sigh while a glossy film developed in your eyes.
âI mean, Iâve been through all the stages alreadyâgrief, denial, acceptanceâwhatever the other ones areâso I donât know why Iâm still getting so choked up about it. I obviously didnât want to believe it⊠I mean, who the fuck does? Especially when you truly do have feelings for that person.â Shaking your head and sniffling, you exasperatedly flicked out a hand. âHer and her stupid sparkles. That was when I really started putting it together. Oh, Iâm going out to play poker, babe! And the next day, Iâm wearing his sweater, and I realize thereâs these fucking little bits of glitter on it, inside itâit was like a fucking beacon that was just screaming at meâhey! Your asshole boyfriend is cheating!â
That was something Wonwoo had noticed himself, after Bells had bumped into him at the partyâthe girlâs adoration for sparkly clothing and makeup essentially left behind a glaring trail of glimmery breadcrumbs. Wonwoo had found them on his clothes once he took them off and could really see the fabric underneath the light. The confession suddenly painted your actions that night in a new colour.
Rubbing against your temple, you explained further despite the struggle to speak over that clogged sound coming from your throat.
âItâs not like Iâm stupid, either, even if right now, in this situation, I seem like it. I know what Bells is like⊠sheâs spoiled rottenâalways has beenâand is used to getting whatever the fuck she wants. But, you see, thatâs the thing! Thatâs the fucking thing! Seokmin, Clara, Bells, even PrincessâI only met them because of the webs my parents have in their business world. I was never really allowed to find my own friends. It really just shows how much they had a say in my life⊠donât misconstrue, I truly do love Princess and sheâs by far the most normal, grounded person amongst them. She actually listens, and cares. But I was only allowed to befriend her âcause my parents know her parents.
Mingyu seemed like the one person I was actually able to connect with on my own⊠but heâs honestly changed so much. Itâs like, my parents were able to get their little fangs in him and warp him. And now⊠I really donât think he loves me at all⊠I think he loves my image, and what I represent, and the opportunities that come with me⊠but, I donât think he actually, genuinely loves me like he used to... like, back then, he was so, so sweet. He was always fumbling over himself, nervous, trying his best. I mean, you've read about it! He used to want to be an architect, Wonwoo. A freaking architect! He sketched all the time. He has a closet drawer full of sketch books from when he was younger. But everything's different now. He doesn't care. He hates when I bring it up! He hates me!
And I donât just thinkâI know it, Wonwoo. He resents me, but he wonât let go. Instead, he just sucks the life out of me, like heâs trying to get me to hate myself, too. And I do. I guess, as long as I hate myself, it makes me perfect in their eyes. Iâll just keep letting them mould me until I feel complete.â
Wonwoo didnât know what to do.
Hell, he didnât even know what to say except for the fact that you were rightâas long as you always felt subpar, or lacking, or frustrated with your drought of true identity, it would lead you back to the reliance you had on the deceptive characters in your lifeâit was nothing but a miserable cycle designed to bog you down and snuff you out. At least your tearful eyes had dried up.
You looked at him fondly, with a gentle smile. âThatâs what I like so much about you⊠even if you didnât intend toâwhich I know you didnât, judging from what Iâve heard about you trying to avoid writing with meââ (he bit his inner cheek coyly, casting a somewhat anxious hand through his hair), ââyou helped me realize parts of myself that were always there, but only needed some nurturing. You actually encouraged me. Supported me. AndâokayâI know I said that I hate myselfâbut since Iâve met you, Iâve been replacing it with an understanding of my situation. Iâve been kinder. Iâve been more of myself. I like to think what we have is a sort of symbiosis.â
Wonwoo nodded. âI think youâre right.â
âDo you think that Iâm⊠stupid⊠for staying?â
Immediately, Wonwooâs face furled in disagreement. âNo, no. Absolutely not. Mingyuâs been with you for so long. He has an integral quality in your life. It would be difficult to uproot yourself just like that. No oneâs a better judge of that situation than you.â
âYou think?â
âI know.â
As you relaxed back into the bar chair, Wonwoo could practically see this heavy, dark mist levitate from you and dissipate into the air. He knew that feeling of relief and inner freedom very well, and there was almost nothing that could compare to it.
Wonwoo then sipped from his glass of water, continuing to watch the stiffness melt off you like ebbing spring snow. "So, what was his response like? To your accusations? Was he at least honest?"
"Yeah, I got it all out of him eventually," you revealed with a very cumbersome sigh. "But he was deflecting like crazy... I'd never seen him like that before... he was fumbling his words all over, like he used to when we were first dating. But it was different. It wasn't nerves, it was just blind anger. He said I was no better. I mean, he's convinced we've had sex, and he wouldn't accept my denial, no matter what."
"It's not black and white," Wonwoo said, squeezing your arm, "it seems to me like a natural consequence. You felt trapped and alone."
For a split second, Jeanie flashed in his mind. A sear of guilt snapped through him. Mingyu would have much reflecting to do.
Nodding your head, you looked to Wonwoo and graced him with the words he may or may not have been waiting months to hear: "it's all over nowâMingyu and IâI made that extremely clear. And I honestly don't care what anyone else has to say. My mom didn't want to believe it... she's been acting strange since. I don't blame her."
In response, he merely nodded, warming you up with his gentle eyes.
But then he was shifting forward in his seat, elbows settled to the counter. Although it was quite late and he felt exhausted from drinking, his curiosity about a particular matter was still sharp.
âSo⊠Iâm wondering⊠what's your reason for writing the book?â
You gulped. âI wanted a way of looking back on everything. Seeing if maybe I could find myself somewhere amongst all those memories. Maybe when I started losing Mingyu was when I started losing myself. Maybe that's when I realized I was losing myself. Maybe that's when I realized I never really knew myself to begin with.â
He shrugged, his face colouring with admiration for you.
âWell... have you found something?â
Your only means of response was a twinkle-eyed grin.
The walk back to your apartment wasnât as dreadful as Wonwoo anticipated, mostly attributed to the alcohol soaking up in your stomachs, keeping your blood warm even in the face of a tough, harsh wind. Back when it wasnât so late in the night and his lips had yet to touch his first rum and coke, Wonwoo thought he would take himself home after seeing you off first. But now it was almost midnight, and he had this impending feeling of vertigo while he walked, and he was therefore very limp to fight the offer that involved a comfortable stay at your place until morning.
Wonwoo wasnât exactly sure where he deposited his coat or his shoes, or even his phoneâinstead he found himself sitting at the end of your bed, listening to the muffled sound of a running sink behind a closed door as you were busy in the washroom.
He leaned over, removing the glasses already slid down his nose and rubbing a palm into his eye until stars traversed the length of his vision. So, Lady Liberty was a cheater. For the past two years. It did bring Wonwoo to wonder what else Mingyu had said during your argument. Did he ever give a reason for cheating? Did he feel boxed into a life that wasn't the enriching utopia he surmised it might be, but he was toughing it out for the sake of success? Was he cheating because he was mad at you or mad at himself?
Or was he honestly just an asshole?
The Mingyu he was familiar with was shifty, and hardened, and image-obsessed, and now Wonwoo knew for a fact he wasnât delusional for feeling the tension between you and him whenever you were together. Godâhe could practically cut all the thickness in the air using Seokminâs nose and serve it like pieces of cake. But Mingyu hadn't always been like that according to your allegories. Deep down there could still be traces of the man you fell in love with, flickering like shiny little minnows beneath murky, clouded water.
But it was too late now.
Fitting his glasses back on, Wonwoo rolled back the sleeves to his crisp white dress shirt, proceeding to take a gander around your bedroom that he hadnât revisited in quite some time.
The running sink in the washroom across the hall was finally turned off, although Wonwoo had stopped paying attention to the background noise in place of reading your every detail off the walls. In minuscule ways, the room had changed. There were missing photographs from the dresser, your makeup vanity drawers no longer left ajar in your likely last-minuting rushing to ensure everything was perfect. The closet seemed cleaned-out. Emptier than it once was.
âI thought you might fall asleep.â
He jumped slightly, realizing that you were in the bedroom now, setting down your heels in the corner before making a stride toward the closet where the dress over your arm was hung back up.
Wonwoo bit his lip. âI questioned it.â
You smiled, and within that moment he noticed the long t-shirt you were draped in was the dark blue, logoed math shirt, the one youâd picked after sprinting back to his apartment amidst a rain storm. He felt something in his chest swell and ache in response to how pretty you looked wearing it. Wonwoo knew he was staring, blushing, but he didnât care. You had two of his t-shirts now. He hoped that collection might continue growing. He hoped that you wore them until his scent was naturally replaced by the strawberry sweetness of your own.
âThinking about anything in particular?â You asked, arms folded.
Slapping a guilty little grin on his face, Wonwoo shrugged. âNo.â
But then you started striding toward Wonwoo, uttering out something half-whispered that sounded a lot like âliarâ, and now he truly wasnât thinking about a damn thing, not even his own breath, as you proceeded to slide your arms around his neck and seat yourself in his lap. He was frozen. You hadnât been this fucking close to him since you two had cuddled during Seungcheolâs party.
But this was worseâthis was full-throttle intimacy with your penetrative, fluttering eyes eating up his soul while your bare thighs squeezed the sense out of him, trapping him, testing him.
âScared?â You whispered, moving your face in closer.
Yesâhe was horrifiedâhe couldnât even speak with you smiling at him so innocently despite the flames you were igniting.
Though, when he felt a wriggle from your hips that seemed to push against him in all the right places, Wonwooâs hands were immediate on your waist, tight and stilling, and he swore there was a vulnerable, pliant spark in your eyes that he had never seen before. Maybe Wonwoo could have been more polite about the approach, but after waiting so, so long, he felt like a rocket ship rife with fuel.
He kissed you.
In one decision his lips were pressed to yours, and in a kiss that was full of friction and earnest want, he could only dig deeper. Your arms curled further around his neck, to which you slipped in a quick, sharp breath before pouring yourself back into him so suddenly, mouths moulding again and again, spit slickening, noses bumping. He would have paused to take off his glasses, though Wonwoo was in no place to leave your lips for even a secondâespecially when your playful tongue glided with his and the world around him melted like wax.
Maybe he was biased (or maybe it was love), but Wonwoo swore it had never felt this right to kiss someone. He knew it, somewhere outside himself, far out in the ever-expanding universe and every other version that belonged, that this moment felt destined to happened. Wonwoo had never particularly believed in fate.
But then he wouldnât know how else to describe you.
His hands itching to touch more of your skin had gravitated to the thighs clenching at his hips. Your warmth and smoothness only made him greedier. As the kissing became messy in the desperation, he couldnât help but slide his hands to your ass, immediately kneading his cold fingers into the flesh, pulling, squeezing, pushing you closer into him because he quite literally wanted you to engulf his body.
Then, you were gripping at the back of his hair. You had opened up his throat for your wet lips to continue exploring, and Wonwoo felt every suckle and teething bite draw him further from clarity.
Each kiss slithered lower, until you were gradually lifting from his lap and placing yourself onto the carpet floor. Wonwoo had leaned back to tightly fist the bedsheets behind him, although he would never waver his lusted eyes from the sight of you between his spread legs, on your knees, palming him overtop his dress pants while biting your swollen, glistening lip. He almost wanted the camcorder to capture it.
âHow does it feel?â You hummed, staying focused on each pressured movement your hand applied to his prominent erection.
Wonwoo chuckled, clearing the huskiness in his throat, âlike Iâm gonna die.â His head tilted back. âHoly shit.â
Flashing nothing but a conniving, pleased smile, you tended to undoing his belt buckle. Wonwoo was burning up. As you pulled down the zipper to his pants and helped him shift down the waistband to his underwear an adequate distance, he couldnât process anything but the fact that he might burst like an explosion of confetti the second your hand would touch him.
Except, you opted to sit back on your haunches.
Tilting your head, you smirked at him.
âI would like a demonstration, please.â
He almost choked. âA what?â
âA demonstration,â you repeated, shuffling closer in between his thighs and gazing up much too seraphically through your lashes, âwonât you show me how you touch yourself, Wonwoo? Please?â
For the life of him, he couldnât produce one stupid fragment of a sentence, or even a word. Godâit didnât fucking help that you took reign and offered to get him startedâyour hand carefully reaching past his underwear, gripping onto him gently to spring his erection free. A shiver surged throughout his body at the sensation. Hotness spread like molten lava across his face as the result of your lascivious, teasing actions stood leaking and stiffer than wood right before your eyes, which were agleam with thrill and haze.
You seemed as though you were going to pounce on him.
But he could visibly see you swallow the temptation.
âAww, you have the prettiest dick Iâve ever seen,â you giggled, wrapping a hand around him that was soft and warm, âwould it make you feel better if I started you off, then? Gave you some help?â
Wonwooâs fists were tangled so intensely into the bedsheets he was surprised the fabric hadnât disintegrated. Holding his breath, he watched you lean forward until your mouth was hovering an agonizing distance over him, only to produce a line of spit that dripped onto his head. His jaw unhinged in a groan. Then you began working the saliva along his shaft, pumping a hand up and down, occasionally flickering your thumb over the sensitive tip only to remove the contact so casually, likely knowing it would rip him apart.
âYour turn.â
He took a second to push up his glasses and shake his head.
âMânot gonna last long, you know,â Wonwoo grunted, at last heeding your request and beginning to stroke himself for your viewing pleasure, âespecially after that big display. You fucking tease.â
With an arm slid over his thigh and the drool collecting in your mouth, you couldnât have looked anymore dazzled by the thirst you were experiencing, your eyes refusing to part from every tug delivered by his own hand. It was a spell, and you were unapologetically under it.
âMmm, a tease?â You purred, smiling. âI was just trying to help.â
âWere you?â Wonwoo scoffed, pumping faster while continuing to twist up the bedsheets using his other hand. âRubbing your fucking spit into my cock is tt-trying to help me? Is that what you think?â
âMmhm,â you answered, straightening up as Wonwoo felt himself become tenser, felt the pressure in his abdomen climb.
He shuddered, a groan reverberating from somewhere deep in his chest. The sound of his fist wetly slapping up and down consumed the room and Wonwoo knew it was only a matter of seconds before he lost it. You were basking in every sound and movement.
âFuck, fuck, I-I can'tââ
Suddenly, youâd pushed Wonwooâs hand away. His stomach flipped upside down. Before he could recognize the brief loss and regain of pleasure, your suckling, wet, hot mouth was already sliding down around his erection, your grip fastening to whatever you couldnât quite reach. Wonwoo bit his lip so hard at the sensation that something coppery-warm was tasted on his tongue, although that was the least of his concerns when you were throating him with messy desperation. His hand rested on your scalp, nervous to push your head down too firmly, but once he did, you moaned out so erotically around him that Wonwoo fragmented.
His hips bucked straight into your face while his fingers had tightened at the back of your scalp, feeling every intense throb expand against your throat, spurt after spurt filthy in your mouth. But you were diligent and zealous and Wonwoo knew you were swallowing it all despite the few tears trickling onto his pelvis. His length didnât leave the velvet, pillowy confines of your mouth until every bit was expertly milked out from him, though had Wonwoo let his hand drift off your hair in case you wanted a breath.
With a hiccup and a wipe against your chin, you were tasting the bedroomâs heavy air and exhaling ragged as Wonwoo marvelled you.
âTrying to take my soul with you or something?â He huffed, using his thumb to remove some leftovers from the side of your lips.
You caught his hand in an instant. âNoââ you piped up, quick to close your mouth around the digit and suck off whatever he politely removed, laving your tongue like you were licking a popsicle, ââI want all of it.â
He thought he might crumble, hearing you mumble such obscene words while tracks of tears dried overtop your cheeks, your voice sounding somewhat hoarse from the labour of taking him whole.
You were climbing back onto Wonwooâs lap almost blindly, his next breath taken away by a passionate kiss you pushed so fervently onto his lips. There was another tangling of tongues, saliva mixing together, but neither attempting to take controlâ though at this point Wonwoo would gladly oblige to throwing you on the bed and twisting off those frustrating panties he imagined were sticking to you. He could feel your arousal dampening through the baby pink cotton as his length twitched back to hardness underneath you.
âWonwoo,â you whined breathily into his ear while grinding your hips against him in search of friction, âIâve got to tell you something I did.â You bruised up his neck with more kisses. âSomething bad.â
His eyes were shut, hands continuing to grope your ass. âYeah?â He mumbled, feeling your tongue drag across a vein in his neck. âYou did something bad? What could that be?â
Your hands drifted down his chest, yanking open the buttons on his dress shirt in satisfying pops. Warm, feathery breath hit his ear. âThat day I stayed the night in your bedroom⊠aloneâŠâ you kissed him on his mouth, letting it linger and last, âI couldnât help it.â
Wonwoo had gripped the side of your face, meanwhile he rubbed underneath the waistband to your tiny, thin underwear.
âCouldnât help what?â
He flinched as your hand sunk down to grab his cock.
âI touched myself,â you confessed just an inch from his face, âI laid back against your pillows, spread my legs all wide⊠I had my fingers stuffed so deep inside myself, but it still didnât feel like enough.â Again, you were softly stroking him. Wonwoo continued to uphold that unwavering, painfully honest gaze you were pinning him in. âNdâ I came all over your t-shirt, Wonwoo. I played with myself until my fingers were cramping and my legs couldnât stay open anymore.â
He gulpedâheavyâlike swallowing a chunk of lead. His tender thumb grazed along your cheek and rubbed over your puffy lips. âI wanted to fuck you so bad that night,â Wonwoo soothed your confession with another, which was already quite obvious, âI dreamt about it. I wanted to bury myself so fucking deep inside your gut.â
You shook your head, eyes teary. âWhy didnât you?â He felt the delicate stroking motion along his erection come to a pause.
Wonwoo cradled your cheek. âIt would have fucked everything up.â
âBut I wanted it,â you whimpered. âIâve been wanting it for so long and you just left me there. I would have been quiet. You could have put me face down in the pillows and just used me all you wanted.â
âNo,â Wonwoo argued, âI would never want to use you. I want us to be together in everything. I know you wanted it. But lust makes you think different. Just like itâs making you think different right now.â
He softly slotted his mouth with yours, exchanging a much slower, sweeter kiss that lit a glow in his belly. You puddled right into the contact, curling your arms back around his neck to hold him tighter.
Much lighter kisses dappled the edges of your lips.
Wonwoo could feel you start to smile.
âI figured something was off the next morning,â he said.
You chuckled, âI didnât know how to face with you without thinking about it. I felt so dirty. But in the moment, I needed something.â
He nipped down your slender neck, letting his hot breath and reverberating, husky tone tickle your skin until your hairs stood up.
âHow wet were you?â Wonwoo purred, smirking.
Immediately, your hips were pushing down on him. âSoaked,â you then whispered, âI was making such a mess. I tried so hard to be quiet. But part of me wanted you to hear.â
Wonwooâs hands drifted up your t-shirt, gliding slow against your stomach, coming to reach the plump, sensitive breasts that he could only surmise were waiting for his attention. He cupped them in each palm, giving a tender squeeze and pull that pitched your breath into a squeak. Caressing your neck with more wet, open-mouthed kisses, he felt the absentminded grinding reignite the friction between you.
âDid you touch up here, too?â
His thumbs brushed your pert nipples. He felt you shiver.
âY-Yes.â
Tsking his teeth, he pleasured them with slow, rubbing circles that you mewled in response to. âYouâve got the softest skin. I could touch you until I die, and it still wouldn't be enough.â
âMmhm,â he heard you exhale shakily, âI touch myself at home, too. Put my pillow between my legs. Pretend Iâm grinding against you. Then let my fingers take me again and again until it hurts.â
How dare you fucking say that to himâhow dare you put such an intimate visual in his mind to haunt him like a ghost to hallowed grounds. How many times had you done it? How many times had you stood right in front of him, smiling so innocently, despite knowing damn well what you had done to yourself the night before.
Wonwoo pinched your nipples, watching you flinch.
âDoes it hurt right now?â
You nodded.
âWhere?â He lowered his voice, sinking his hand back down the creases in your tummy until it paused right on your mound, his eyes trained to your suddenly very desperate, misty look. âDown here?â
âYes.â
Holding eye contact with you, Wonwoo trailed his hand further along your panties until his touch was situated right between your thighs, directly feeling the wet fabric, the radiating heat, the aroused pulsations. Your fingernails were pricks in his shoulders.
âFuck, you are drenched, arenât you?â Wonwoo commented, rubbing his hand against you through the cotton material, your hips soon chasing the overwhelming pleasure. âCan feel you throbbing against my hand, you know that? Bet it aches so fucking good, hm?â
He grinned hard at your eyebrows knitting together. While he massaged you with one hand, the other gripped your chin where he pushed a hot, uncoordinated kiss onto your whiny mouth.
âLay across my lap,â Wonwoo whispered in between the hasty break for air, âlet me play with you instead, make you cum. Please.â
To his delight, your compliance came easily.
It didnât take long for you to splay yourself in the desired position, with Wonwoo pushing up the shirt to bunch at your waist while your bottom was perfectly presented in his lap. He massaged you, leaning down to mark a trail of kisses along your lower back, along your assâspreading you wide to see the large, soaked patch glistening on those easily rippable underwear.
âJust open your thighs a bit more,â Wonwoo instructed, to which you quickly listened, âfuckâperfectâall this, only for me.â He pushed his thumb against you through the panties and you instantly squeaked.
âRight?â He urged. âIs this all just for me?â
âMmhmâyes, yes. I fucking promise. Just for you.â
Wonwoo bit his lip to stop the size of the immediate smile from breaking across his face. Your hips wriggled up as his touch drifted away.
âI need more,â you groaned in frustration, âplease.â
âMore here?â Wonwoo pulled back on one side of your glute to help reveal the sensitive area, then rubbing his thumb against your clit.
Your entire body jerked, and he noticed your fingers dig into the bedsheets, clawing them up. He figured the wet friction between his thumb and your panties was frustratingly amplifying every little sensation in a dull but very cruel way. He continued his ministrations, adding some more pressure for you to squirm and moan at.
âDoes it still hurt?â Wonwoo asked, letting his other hand slide up your bare waist, the skin beginning to sweat and turn even warmer.
âPlease,â you groaned, attempting to adjust your hips against the stroking from his thumb, âI feel like mâgonna fucking die, Wonwoo.â
âStill need more, then?â
âYes!â
Deciding to throw you a bone, Wonwoo grabbed those thin, pink panties in his hand and helped you slide the constricting fabric down and off your legs. Once he spread you nice and wide, let the cold air ghost the slicken, swollen skin, you had gasped. For a moment, Wonwoo didnât speakâhe only stared at you with all the stars in the universe collecting behind his eyes, glittering like a snow globeâat how beautiful and exposed and needy you looked.
He let his fingers slide ever so slowly along your clit, drawing up to your hole, then pushing back down to hear you whimper brokenly.
Wonwoo swallowed the dryness in his throat.
âDo you have any fucking idea how beautiful you are?â He complimented, his fingers soaking in your arousal. âI knew your cunt would look pretty, but this is more than that. GodâŠâ experimentally, Wonwoo shifted a finger gentle into your opening, giving the digit a wriggle and few shallow pumps. Immediately your intense warmth clenched down tight before loosening, engendering him to effortlessly press in two more long fingers. âThere you go⊠good girlâŠâ he mumbled his encouragement as you gripped the bedsheets and moaned a guttural sound, âtaking in my fingers so fucking wellâthey slide in so easy⊠make such perfect, dirty noises whenever they fill up this gorgeous cunt.â
His thumb touched at your clit, lending it some attention that had you twisting and bucking back to receive even more pleasure.
âGod, WonwooâŠâ you gasped, sounding lost to the ecstasy while letting him take his time with mapping out your inner walls with curious strokes, âthat feels so fucking good. You have no idea. Feels like mâgonna pour all over you.â
He grinned, further stimulating your swollen clit, maintaining the pattern as you propped up on your elbows, tugged at the bedspread, and released a mellifluous, shuddering moan from your throat.
âF-fuck ye-yessâŠâ you whined as his fingers squelched deeper and his thumb continued its circles, âyes, yes, yes, keep doing thatâoh-oh, fuck! Mâgonna cum all over your fingersâmâgonna make a mess!â
âThatâs all I want,â he breathed, his chest tightening at how much arousal was pooling sticky around his digits, âthatâs all Iâve ever fucking wantedâmake a mess all over me, like the pretty, desperate girl you are. Let me see it. Let me feel everything. Cum just for me.â
Your entire body proceeded to seize, Wonwooâs fingers now struggling to pump, as this striking wave seemingly coursed through you and resulted in heavy fluids wetting his dress pants. It took a moment for you to power through the pleasure, though Wonwoo was at least able to maintain his stroking gestures against your clit until he noted the sharp, almost spastic twitches in your muscles.
âThatâs a good girl,â Wonwoo hummed in satisfaction while he gingerly eased his fingers out and left your poor, throbbing bud alone.
He smoothed his hand down your back, offering you a moment to relax, breathe, and ride out the electricity.
âFuck,â you wiped at the sweat on the back of your neck, chuckling at the discomfort, âI can feel it all between my legs.â
Wonwoo smirked. Hard. He bent forward to peck your temple, then brushed his lips against your stinging hot ear. "How about I clean that all up for you?" The velvety whisper caused your body to jitter.
"Clean me up how?" You turned your head, catching his eye.
There was a swap of positions. Wonwoo lowered himself to the bedroom floor, the carpet spongey against his knees, while you lay down on your back and draped your legs off the edge of the bed. But he was hungry for you, and greedier than a treasure hunter, and you went limp as he hitched your knees over his broad shoulders.
Being face to face with your intimate heat was like the kiss of lifeânew energy was taking over himâgiving him desire unlike any other.
He didn't know if he wanted to keep staring at you, your soft skin messy with slick and twitching anticipatorly at his closeness, or if he should stop prolonging the moment and just bury everything into you. Adjusting his glasses, Wonwoo licked his bitten lips. You were in the midst of shuffling up to your elbows, likely wondering what the hell he doing, staring between your thighs for so long.
But as quickly as you squeaked his name, it was interrupted by an intense gasp a second later. You leaned all your weight onto a single elbow, tossing your head back, panting for dear life as Wonwoo striped his tongue long and flat against your heat. His hands gripped your hips, sculpting them over your bone while he tasted your arousal, all sticky and musky and delicious to the point of addiction.
"O-Oh my god, Wonwoo," you cried, letting your body collapse onto the bedsheets, limbs becoming jelly, "that feels fucking amazing."
He licked into you like he were trying to reach the centre of a sweet, colourful jawbreaker. Every pass from his tongue was firm, encompassing, smothering you in pleasure and painting you with spit. But you reacted best when he toyed his ministrations around your sensitive clitâyour back would jolt off the bed, arched, as your thighs hugged him tightâWonwoo heard your begging akin to a distant echo. He would even smile into you, glasses all foggy, chin running in wetness, as you preached his name dumbly, losing your mind. Wonwoo pressed his mouth hot against you, flicking his tongue to your overstimulated clit, focusing hard on his pattern.
"Fuck, fuck!" You shouted, writhing into the sheets. "Please, Wonwoo. Please, please, pleaseâI'mâI'm gonna cum! Please, justâk-keepâ"
There was a surge of something warm and liquid that Wonwoo wanted to drink like a peach's nectar. You were throbbing right under his tongue and he loved it to a point that felt utterly insane. He didn't want to stop even if the world was ending. His face plunged in deeper, his hands grafting into your hips harsher, completely ignorant to your fingers pulling at his hectic locks of hair. Wonwoo only wanted you and nothing else and he was going to drown in it.
But you were attempting to sit up, your sweaty body becoming better at escaping his eager, hungry licks that dug into your slit, and once he heard you wince particularly sharp, he knew he had to stop.
He sat back, removing his glasses and wiping off his chin. You slid a leg from his shoulder, using a foot to gently prod against his chestâa light scolding for perhaps enjoying you a little too much.
"Are you starved?" You laughed heavily, gulping down a breath.
Wonwoo fit the glasses back to his face. "For you? Yes." He then licked at his teeth and lips, still yearning to find traces of your arousal, only to realize you were shaking. "ShitâI'm sorry if I hurt you." Standing up, he cupped your face, bending down to kiss you gentle on the lips over and over. "I'm so fucking sorry. You taste amazing, that's all. And you're so beautiful. I couldn't fucking help it."
With a giggle, you tousled his hair. "No, I'm fine. I like a little pain." Your eyes were back to shining. Then, you caught his mouth, stealing another kiss. "But Iâm even greedier than youâ," pushing yourself up, you nipped at his lips, ââand I want that pretty, long cock inside me to hit all the right spots.â The exchange had you seated back in Wonwooâs lap, where your bare, soaked pussy was free to brush against his straining and achingly hard length.
âYeah?â Wonwoo smirked, welcoming your spit-smeared mouth.
Feeling your hips grind against him, you purred, âyeah.â
âIâve got no protection,â Wonwoo admitted in between the make-out session, hardly able to pry your lips from one another as you slid backward on the bed with Wonwoo climbing over top.
Helping to shove off his dress shirt and slacks, discarding them to the floor, you shook your head. âDonât need it.â
Returning the gesture, Wonwoo had you fully undressed. The entirety of your bare body on full display felt like something sacredâan artwork that had been crafted with unimaginable attentiveness to every single detail, no matter how miniscule. He couldn't liken it to anything else in his life but a distant memory from childhoodâa grand mausoleum that he found himself inside with his older brother, the ceiling intricately chiselled with angelic, satin-like bodies.
Your words seemed distant. It took a second for him to remember.
âDon't need protection? Why?"
As your hands locked behind his neck, pulling him down close, you dug into his eyes with an emotional gaze. âFinish inside me.â
He stuttered, furrowing his brow, âseriously? You wonâtââ
âNo. Iâm taking precautions, you know.â Brushing at his dampened, thick hair, you asked, âhave you ever had unprotected sex?â
Wonwoo scoffed, surprised at the inquiry, âyeah. Butâis thatâyou really want that? With me?â He stared down at you intensely.
âI only want it if you want it, too.â
He nodded, biting his lip, taking a moment to examine your perspiring face alongside the the rising and dipping of your chest.
âI want it,â Wonwoo reaffirmed, âI definitely want it.â
Truth be told, a splinter of nerves had lodged into his chest at the thought of having to perform to your anticipationâWonwoo was never really sure if he would ever get intimate with youâand as his gaze again streamed your body, he felt overwhelmed. But then your fingertips were stroking down his bicep, seemingly drawing out the forthcoming anxiety from him like you were pulling out a thread of energy, and the easygoing smile he was met with tamed his heart.
Wonwoo eased closer toward you, allowing your expert touches to be the guide. Your hand had returned to his length for a few more thorough and especially lentamente tugs, prompting him to hiss into your neck while very flushed shades of pink crawled up his face.
He felt himself throb, wanting to simply collapse against you and climax at your hand for the second time. To make matters even more complicated, Wonwoo felt you shift slightly, and then the tip of his impatient cock was suddenly gliding all slippery like butter along your folds. Wonwooâs arms started to shake.
You laid your palm gentle against his neck.
âHowâs that feel?â You whispered in a trembling breath, meanwhile continuing the heavenly ministrations of tracing your clit with his length. âI-I think it feels quite niceâgetting you all wet.â
âAmazing,â he answered, pressing his forehead to yours and pecking at your lips, âyou want me to take it from here?â
Keeping silent, your grip drifted from his erection and you seemed satisfied to let the control sway now that Wonwoo was adjusted. Just before he aligned himself, however, he looked at you and laughed.
âCan you push up my glasses real quick?â
You chuckled, âseriously?â
âWhatâs wrong with wanting to be see you properly?â
âNothing,â you flashed a tender smile, then using your finger to help position the glasses back up his nose, âthere you go.â
Wonwoo proceeded to slide himself inside you at a slower pace that allowed him to bask in the intimate sensationâhe made damn sure every little squeeze, flutter, and convulsion your heat cushioned him with was feltâthough that made it considerably hard for him not to release in pathetic fashion, before he had even made a good, swift thrust. You were soaking up the moment just as much.
He didnât want to advert his eyes from the pleasure cascading like ripples across your face for even a second. Once he was buried in still and deep, completely stuffing you to the hilt, your breath had fogged up his glasses.
âFuckâs-sorryââ you squirmed through the apology, your hips occasionally canting against his in unbridled twitches, ââI can hardly fucking think right now. Do you know how much youâre throbbing?â
He choked out a hoarse laugh, âdo you know how insanely good you feel to me? Feels like mâgonna fucking break into a million pieces. â
âI want you to break me into a million pieces,â you whined so needily, looping your arms around his neck, âfuck me, Wonwoo. Please.â
He was positive you had told him that in a dream once.
As euphoric as you felt clenching around him, Wonwoo truly did want the sex to last. His thrusts into your heat werenât frantically impatient, rather they grooved incredibly, purposefully deepâeach stroke was thoughtful but hard, slow but timely, and judging from your high-pitched keens and the nails scraping against his shoulder blades, he knew you were appreciating the moment just the same.
Wonwoo grasped your sweaty hands in his, your fingers interlocking tight, in order to hold them against the sea of silky pillows above your head. With another especially daggering thrust that made his teeth clench and his abdomen flutter, you had jerked and cried out his name, followed by a breathless, ârr-right there!â
A leg wrapped around his hips, your ankle digging uncomfortably into his side while he continued to push his length into the spot that was making you howl. But it was getting increasingly difficult to continue the tempoâyour leg was tightening around him like a boa constrictor and your warmth was clamping down with plain strength, almost as though your body was attempting to lock him inside.
He merely squeezed your hands harder, losing his breath. âYouâre almost there, arenât you?â Taking advantage of another thorough stroke, Wonwoo had the bedframe thudding the wall, his words hotly pressing into your ear. âYouâre trying to keep me suctioned in.â
Your whimpers were falling apart like crumbling clay. Wonwoo tried to understand what it was you were mewling at him, something involving his name, how good it felt, that he should keep going, meanwhile tears were springing to your eyes and wetting your glimmery cheeks. Wonwoo bit his lip. He was throbbing wildly inside your heat, knowing you were only getting dumber and turning incoherent as he speared you so intimately on his cock.
Wonwoo wasnât going to last much longer and neither were you. He was already feeling himself burst and breakâthe convulsion ripped through him like a landslide and now your leg was fully hooked around his hips, pinning him against you while he emptied himself disgustingly deep inside your warmth.
The sensation must have triggered your own orgasm, because his cock felt like it was practically being suffocated as you squeezed down on him. Wonwoo thought he might blackout when you whined his name into the dim bedroom humidity, strung in a loud, trembling lilt that cracked beautifully in the middle.
Your arms were winding back around his neck, pulling his face to yours, a kiss crushed onto his awaiting mouth.
âI need more,â you panted in between the kisses, âdonât feel full enough yet. Cum inside me again, Wonwoo. Please, take me again.â
âAgain?â He smiled, his glasses bumping your nose. You were completely uncaring, only nipping at him harder. âAre you sure?â
âYes, yes, yes,â you chanted, âIâve never been surer of anything in my fucking life.â Suddenly, you were wriggling underneath him, rolling onto your stomach, and repositioning yourself such that you were face-down-ass-up. With eyes twinkling bright in pure, carnal lust, you threw him a a yearning glance from over your shoulder. âFuck me again, nice and deep like before." His heart shot into his throat. When you begged, it was like his world was shrinking into a bubble where only you and him existed. "PleaseâI need it before your cum starts leaking out. I need to be filled by you, Wonwoo. Please.â You looked like you might cry if he didn't oblige the plead.
And so he did, his fingers planting a firm grip on your strong hips.
As much as you were willing to take, he was willing to give, finding himself submerge further and further into the intoxicating nature of it all until he started to lose his mindâall he knew is that it was concerningly late at night, your bedsheets were sticky and ruined, and you had gone from being thrust into the pillows to slapping yourself down on his cock while Wonwoo hazily watched. He loved the sight of your sweat, your glowing light, your bouncing breasts and pleasure-drunk face far too much. At some point, you had slumped forward into him, spent to fucking hell.
With your chests were pressed together, his cock still throbbing and stuffed inside you, there was a moment of nothing but thick, laboured breathing and heartbeats synchronizing. He kissed your temple and wrapped his arms around you, proceeding to mumble something sweet and half-asleep that contained your name.
You had squeezed his length unforgivingly in response.
âFuckâdonât get me hard again. Iâm fucking exhausted.â
âI like when you use my name.â
He smiled into your cheek. âI can tell.â
Wonwoo had woken before you.
Mostly because the bedsheets had been gradually wrapped up and tugged away and progressively stolen from him during the night, letting the cool, morning air dust over him like spray from an ocean. You were a fidgety sleeper, he had realized, sometimes even a mumbler, although Wonwoo had never been able to discern what it was you were sluggishly declaring in your dreams.
He turned his head to you, saw the bare groove of your back, shapely like a flower petal, and your arm dug underneath the silk pillow, observing every breath your unconscious body took.
Then, Wonwoo was leaning over you, feeling his fingers sink into your fleshy waist while his lips touched a kiss against your warm cheek. He hoped you wouldnât mind him using your washroom for a shower.
Afterward, Wonwoo retraced the apartment, finding his shoes a questionable distance apartâone stood square at the front door while the other was left in the hallway leading to your room. His winter jacket was tossed over the arm to the couch, meanwhile his phone involved a more in-depth search. For some reason, heâd left it atop a shelf beside the television, hidden by a clumsy stack of textbooks.
When he tapped the screen, it illuminated some text messages from Vernon that had been sent at around two in the morningâmostly inquiries about the birthday dinner and whether or not Wonwoo had bothered going to the famed and mysterious Room 319.
Though, he opted not to respond, realizing the details he wanted to share with his friend would likely require a sit-down discussion over burgers, fries, and sodas at Solar Pop. Making his way back to the bedroom, Wonwoo carefully creaked open the door to find you half-shoved onto an arm, making tired circles against your eye.
He smiled, coming to sit beside you, handing off the glass of water he poured for himself.
âAre you leaving?â Was the first question you blearily pieced together after accepting the water but not drinking anything from it.
Wonwoo shook his head. âNo.â
You managed to sit up properly, the sheets settling around your hips while you continued holding onto the glass. For a moment, you seemed to just observe Wonwoo, your eyes still swollen from sleep.
âWhere are you going, then?â
He furrowed his brow. âNowhere,â Wonwoo laughed, pulling one leg up onto the bed. âI got up to shower. Went and found my things. Got a glass of water, which youâre now holding, by the way.â
You swallowed, looking down at your lap.
âOhâŠâ after a recollecting pause, you took a sip from it.
Wonwoo smiled, his eyes softening like fresh brown sugar, as he proceeded to unstick some matted hairs from the edge of your face.
âYouâre a pretty big sheet stealer,â he said, continuing to spread his fingers about your features, removing fluffs and rubbing off bits of dried spit, âand you seem to like talking, even in your sleep.â
âOh, yeah⊠I should have told you that.â
He shrugged. âItâs fine. I liked not knowing.â
âDid you?â With a laugh and smile, you drank some more water.
âYeah. Because itâs you, it makes me adore it even more.â
âI donât always mumble. I swear. Only sometimes.â
Wonwoo didnât care. âItâs not a big deal.â
âI guess I should shower, too. Then Iâll change the sheets and get new ones on.â You abruptly raised the blankets at your lap, lifting up a leg to examine something Wonwoo couldnât see. âYeah, I definitely need to change the sheets⊠oh! And take my pill. Fuck. I canât forget.â
âI can help with the sheets.â
âOkay,â you said while leaning forward to pull open a drawer on your nightstand, revealing a thin, silver cartridge of pills, âthanks.â
After you had showered and gotten dressed in a clean spare t-shirt, you changed the dirtied sheets to your bed together.
Then you and Wonwoo spent some time together in the open, bright living room, lounging on the couch. Maybe you had kissed a few more times, and maybe his naturally cold hands had found their way underneath your loose t-shirt to curiously massage and press along your pretty chest, and maybe you had kissed a little more after that while the sun rays slid up your sensitive skin.
You twisted away from Wonwooâs lips with a giggle.
âMâkay, thatâs enough, or else Iâll need another shower.â You grabbed at Wonwooâs hands that had been squeezing your breasts.
Although he didnât want to stop, he listened, relaxing against the pillow he had stuffed between his spine and the arm of the couch, now throwing an elbow behind his head. You were leaning back against him, getting comfy between his legs, and for a few minutes or so, the two of you gazed out those large, floor-length glass windows into the awakening, snow-capped city.
He felt you stir against him.
âYou know⊠sometimes you donât always speak English.â
Wonwoo itched his eyebrow, chuckling, âwhat?â
âLast night, like, when I was riding youââ your head tilted back onto his shoulder, beaming him a smile, ââyou would start switching languages. In between English and Korean. It was so cute.â
âOh, yeah.â He adjusted his glasses, staring down at you while his cheeks became rosy. âI donât know, itâs just something my brain does automatically. I donât always realize Iâm doing it.â
You grinned; eyes sparkling. âWhen it feels too good?â
Ruffling a hand through his hair, he simply smirked at you.
âHaving a front seat view to the most beautiful girl in the world riding me just happens to be something that makes me feel really good.â
You pushed your head up to kiss him, followed by a sweet and brief whisper that he smiled at, âcompliment appreciated.â
A few more quiet minutes passed. Wonwoo thought he could spend the entire day just sitting on the couch with you warm in his arms, watching the snow tumble down like wisps of tender willows.
âWonwoo?â
âMm?â
You got quiet.
Then, your weight against his chest was gone, and you had half-turned yourself around to look at him, seeming nervous.
He tilted his head. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â you answered, glancing down briefly before soaking him back into your agleam eyes. âI just want to apologize, actually.â
At that, Wonwoo stiffened. âYeah? What for?â
With a sigh and another anxious moment to fiddle with the rolled-up cuff belonging to his wrinkled dress shirt, you were reserved.
âEver since we fought, I can't help thinking about it. I mean, Iâve thought about what you said, and the fact you apologized, and explained yourself, and how you gave me time to process it all. You gave me so much grace, even when I felt like I hated you⊠but⊠I also said some hurtful things about you⊠I mean, back then I felt like you deserved it. And, I donât know⊠maybe you did? Like, maybe we both needed to just be there, screaming at each other, digging our guts out, throwing up all this stuff to the surface because no one else has ever given us that freedom or made us feel like we could before. Anyway, I just feel like itâs only right that I say sorry, too.â
Scratching at his neck, Wonwoo swallowed. He never thought of it like that. âUh, sure. If thatâs what you feel you need to do. â
âIâm sorry, Wonwoo. I really, truly am.â
He smiled, grasping at your hand and threading his fingers with yours. Pangs of regret were flooding your eyes, filling them up until they were undoubtedly teary and Wonwoo had to wipe it all away.
âItâs fine, I swear,â he whispered, moving in closer to you, brushing at your cheek as you sniffled. âNothing has ever truly changed how I feel about you. Youâre incredibly firm but sensitive, and have such fiery passion, and youâre curious about everything, and I know that it hurts so much to live without really knowing yourself. But I see you, and I feel like I know you. I never want to stop knowing you, alright?â
âWonwoo?â
âYeah?â
Your mouth pressed against his, and he tasted the salt from the tears that beaded down the slopes of your cheeks, warm with life.
âI love you.â He felt the whisper touch at his lips. âI really do.â
Wonwoo held onto your face like he was cradling a big pearl. âI love you, too.â Another kiss sealed the expression into felt, tangible emotion. âBut honestly, you already knew that.â
Later in the day, you came up to Wonwoo as he ate lunch at the table, only after having disappeared into a distant office space further down the hallway. You dropped before him a clear, plastic duotang, which held a notably thick stack of papers that had quite a weight to it upon picking up. It only took a few flips into the papers for Wonwoo to realize that it was the completed book he used to proofread for youâa series of chronological memories between yourself and the boyfriend you had gradually drifted apart from.
True to your word, you had forged ahead and finished the book alone.
He was proud to hold the evidence.
Wonwoo asked what you planned to do with the book now that it was done. He even wondered if you might let him read some parts he never got to work on, though he understood if you preferred to keep the contents private. As he was in the middle of lifting a hot spoon to his mouth, Wonwoo suddenly paused at hearing your response.
âI think Iâll just shred it.â
You didnât seem to care.
The decision came easier than pressing a button. There was only one copy of the book, apparently, and you had plans to turn all its pages into literary confetti. But that was a very you thing to do, Wonwoo had come to accept. Writing served many purposes, and it seemed that the purpose you had sought out was met. Somewhere, in all those paragraphs, sentences, letters, and ink, you found the fulfillment you had always ached for. At last, you struck a glimmer of promising gold after digging through all the haze and confusion.
âSure,â he answered, âshred away.â
â8 MONTHS LATER. END OF JUNE.
âIt looks so pathetic!â
âWhat?! No it doesnât!â
Peeking up from the mason jar of earthy blue water heâd been swirling together using some dirtied paintbrushes, Wonwoo saw you seated across from him, talking to a very dismayed, upset twelve-year-old girl. Sierraâs little sister, Cora, had enrolled in his landlordâs ceramics class over the summer, and thus every Saturday evening she spent her time moulding unwilling chunks of grey clay alongside other similarly aged students. It was only Cora in the shop since she had been the last to get her teapot in the kiln, taking extra time with every minute detail.
Though, despite her care and attentive pace, Cora was still not pleased with the teapot, leading her to grumble and shake her head.
You were sitting beside her, a hand rubbing along the little girlâs back while she continued scrutinizing her creation. Ever since you moved into Wonwooâs apartment back in May, Saskia had quite liked you more than her average tenant, and that somehow transformed into an offer to help her teach the summer ceramics class (with pay).
Wonwoo was always there to assist in the clean-up afterwardâhis favourite part was submerging all the greasy, bristly paintbrushes into a clean jar of water so that he could watch how their colours bled out in thin, swirling hues.
âNo, no, noâitâs just bad.â
âIâm telling you. Itâs not.â
Cora picked up the lid to the pot, then placed it back down. âThereâlookâit doesnât even close properly. And the spout is not spouty enough⊠itâs too thick, I think. Hardly any tea will go through!â
âWell, I really like it.â
Tucking a tuft of poofy, rust-brown hair behind her ear, Cora gave you a suspecting and funny sort of look that made Wonwoo smile to himself. She was a very shy student, but she talked to you the most.
âYou say that about everything I make,â Cora sighed.
âSo what?â
âSoâŠâ she nibbled on her small lip, looking off to the side, âyou have to say that, because you're nice. Youâre like my mom. She says she loves everything I make. But then why donât I ever love it?â
âShe loves it because you made it, obviously. And she loves you. I think love changes how we look at things. Even the impractical.â Then, you picked up her teapot and moved it closer. âYou know why I like this teapot? Because it shows youâre determined. I mean, look at all those bowls on the newspaper over thereâyouâre the only one who did the teapot! And you did it mostly by yourself. You wouldnât even let me help you roll out the clay. So, thatâs why I like it. Because I see you in it. And when you tackle it again, youâll know what to do differently. Plus, you know you can ask me for help, right? You know Iâll always help you.â
The little girlâs freckled face suddenly became less twisted with judgement and frustration. She set her elbows onto the table, scratching at a Hello Kitty bandaid along the back of her hand, while you gave her hair a quick ruffle. Wonwoo started drying off the paintbrushes using paper towel before moving them into the cup labelled âcleanâ with a piece of tape.
âWhat should I do with this, then? If it wonât work,â Cora asked.
You shrugged. âI donât know. But for now, just leave it with the other stuff. Weâll give it a nice glaze next time around. Make it even prettier. Then you can decide what to do with itâwhether or not you want to keep it or smash it on the ground. Itâs up to you, Cora.â
Wonwoo tilted his head. âWhy donât you turn it into a miniature flower pot or something? Fill it with soil and plant something in it?â
Cora raised her eyebrows. âI like that idea, actually.â
âMe too,â you said, shooting Wonwoo a sly wink that he smiled very stupidly at, âlook at this guy over here. Lurking with his good ideas.â
By the time Sierra was available to pick up her sister, Wonwoo had officially finished cleaning all the paintbrushes and whittling tools, as well as replacing the tablecloth with a fresh one. The three of you stood at the base to the shopâs very small stoop, exchanging some general conversation while a sleepy Cora held onto her sisterâs hand and leaned her seemingly heavy head against her side.
The sky was a tame yellow shade, not as bright as a buttercup, but something delicate of the like.
âHeyâI heard you guys are planning a vacation!â Sierra chirped, adjusting the car keys in her hand, âis that all true?â
âYeah,â you nodded, flashing Wonwoo a soft smile, âuh, we decided that weâre gonna spend some time in South Korea. I havenât visited his family at all. But, yeah. Gonna leave start of August and come back right before October. So, a pretty good chunk of time.â
âNo way!â She exclaimed.
âWeâll see how it pans out,â Wonwoo commented, sliding his arm around your waist and digging his fingers into your hip. âBut my brother wonât shut his mouth about meeting her. And my parents are obviously curious. Besides, there are some great places I want to show off.â
Sierra shook her head. âIâm jealous. And totally sure you guys will have a great experience together. Weâll miss you here, though.â
âPlease do,â you laughed, and Sierra pinched your cheek.
She then looked down at her sister, who had her eyes shut.
âOkay, Iâm gonna get this little dove home. Thank you so much for helping her at ceramics by the way. She talks about you all the time.â
âReally?â You touched at your face, seeming flustered. âWell, I love helping her out. Sheâs a sweet girl with a lot of will on her shoulders.â Lowering your voice, you moved in closer to Sierra. âIâll keep my eyes peeled for a cute gift she can have while weâre gone.â
After parting ways with Sierra and Cora, you and Wonwoo returned upstairs, back into the apartment to prepare for supper.
Both of you were feeling particularly lazy, and the shiny red tomato he was supposed to chop ended up being ignored in place of eating ice cream straight from its tub.
You were the one who grabbed itâWonwoo was only following suit as he picked up a spoon and curved some out.
Something else interesting about you that Wonwoo had learned since moving in together was that you didnât really care to ever sit on a chair, even when you were eating. It was either the sofa, the floor, or the kitchen table, in which you would be holding onto your food even though he always thought how easier it could be if you did sit down properly. The quirk was fun, nonetheless, and Wonwoo had admittedly started looking at the kitchen table in a different light after he proceeded to give you oral on it one night. Consequently, it bloomed a very dangerous habit between the two of you.
A habit that might become drastically less accessible once you two jetted off to his native country for over a month, confined between his parentâs cozy home where he grew up and the two-story apartment his wealthy brother and sister-in-law owned in the glittering heart of South Koreaâs Seoul. He was nervous. You were nervous. But at least you were together.
Over the months, your parents had gradually come to accept him as your boyfriend, even if they weren't exactly warmed up to the idea at the start. Wonwoo revisited your home a few times alongside you to help in the explanations of your story and future prospects, although he partially understood that Mingyu was like a precious sapphire to your family and having him out so suddenly was hard to stomach.
He spent years nestling himself a comfortable burrow and smoothing out the bumps to make a crafty façade that, particularly your mother, couldn't help but outwardly adore. Like a son. Like Seokmin, too.
Wonwoo thought Mingyu might give him trouble.
In truth, he'd scarcely seen him, unless transient glimpses of his towering, quickly bustling figure from across a university campus or city street were noteworthy. Obviously, he wasn't inside Mingyu's head and he really had no inclination as to what the boy might be thinking on the occasion he spotted you and Wonwoo hand-in-hand at the park, or sharing breakfast at the café along Sunnyside.
But if Mingyu maintained even half the feelings that Wonwoo did for you, then he was positive it hurt like fucking hell.
Of all people, Wonwoo supposed he himself knew best.
âAUGUST 1ST.
âWonwoo!â
He closed his dresser drawer, almost slamming his fingers inside. Your voice echoed from the living room, sounding hectic.
âYes? Whatâs up!â
âThe taxiâs here!â
Fuck. He immediately thought. The time was flying by.
Wonwoo had made a gigantic list of what to pack, but over time he kept adding and taking things away from it. Now, it was early morning, soft rain and cracks of bursting light coming down outside, and he was doing a final clean-sweep of the bedroom as well as his poorly scribbled list to ensure everything he needed was with him.
Quickly approaching the window, Wonwoo glanced outside to see the cab parked at the curb. Fuck. Again. Vernon always said he would happily provide you two a ride to the airport, but then the boy was unsurprisingly wrapped back into some trouble, and Wonwoo hadnât seen his best friend in over a week.
Graciously, however, Vernon had given him a heads up and a proper goodbye beforehand. Heâd even left him a voicemail to listen to, which immediately jumped into Wonwooâs brain at random as he scrambled around the bedroom in search of his phone.
âJust give me one more minute!â Wonwoo shouted.
There was a pause on your end, and then a sigh.
âDo you need help?â
âNoâall good. I promise. Can you let the cab driver know?â
âI will.â
âThank you!â Wonwoo sang, finding the phone blended into his bedsheets, then proceeding to open his inbox. âI love you!â
âI love you, too!â You shouted back. âJust hurry the fuck up!â
He let Vernonâs message play while also tossing his suitcase onto the bed, stuffing in a few more last-minute grabs with utter clumsiness.
âHeyyy, Glasses! How are things? Iâm shooting you this cute little message at aroundddâoh! Looks like itâs two in the morninâ! Itâs two in the fuckinâ morninâ and Iâm pulled up outside this dudeâs house all âcause he canât pay me back for my good, hard services. Itâs nothinâ serious, though. Donât get all uptight like usual. You know Iâm good at handlinâ stuff and keepinâ my cool. Probably my better qualities. Anyway, Iâm bored as fuck. Iâve spun this Lloyd CD about four times and I just canât listen to that dude anymore. He can sing, though.
I am pissed youâre leavinâ me. And Iâm pissed sheâs leavinâ me, too. You guys are what I look forward to whenever I drive down into that shithole city. Well, I think just about every cityâs a shithole city. In fact, the city Iâm in now is probably more of a shithole⊠Seokmin texted me the other dayâsaid he wants to talkâwhich is vague as fuck and to be honest, Iâve been ignorinâ it âcause I canât get myself to give a god damn. But maybe Iâll hear him out. That guy was a cutie, wasnât he? I still think youâre a bit cuter. And better at mini-put.
Iâll miss you a lot when youâre down there⊠it got me thinkinâ about the night when we first met. The New Yearâs Eve party. You remember that pretty well, donâtâchya? I saw you come in with those guysâthey didnât look like your crowd at allâbut then after a while you were alone. Wanderinâ around. It didnât even seem like you knew anyone else was there. You had the blankest look on your face. Like you were stuck in a loop and you didnât even know it. I donât know that I felt pity or anything⊠hell, maybe I felt a little. I just talked to âya âcause I wanted to know if you knew where you even were.
You knew you were at some stupid, loud, awful fuckinâ house party jammed with unfamiliar faces. You knew how much you hated beinâ there. But I donât think you actually knew how you got there, or why, or what was supposed to happen next. It kinda drew me to you. I wanted to understand it. And you gave me the weirdest look, too, when I stopped you. But once I got you outside, away from all the bullshit, you loosened up just a bit and I realized I was talkinâ to this smart, well-rounded, thoughtful guy who was just a little lost in the weeds.
I know you didnât really care about me like that. I was just some jumped-up weirdo who could give you mint weed at a sweet price. But I still liked you⊠I dunno⊠other people see you differently when they care a whole lot, donât they? I guess they see things about you that others canât, or they know exactly what you could be when others donât. They see stuff even you canât see. Itâs like a superpower, I think⊠my best superpower is probably makinâ girls giggle. Iâve got a lot of charm, wouldnât you agree? Haâanywayâstay safe on your trip, tell Her that Iâll miss her a lot, tooâoh! Oh!
Fuck! Thatâs it. That little fucker is cominâ outsideâhe canât resist his two am darts on the porch. God bless you, nicotine! Okay, uh, guess this is me hanginâ up on you. Later, Wonwoo!â
At that point, everything Wonwoo needed was packed. But heâd taken the additional time to complete Vernonâs voicemail, now sitting on the edge of his bed while staring out into the early, glimmering rain shower and the water droplets collecting against his window.
Then, Wonwoo glanced down at the laptop he had open.
He hadnât written in⊠months. Not even monthsâit had been over a year since Wonwoo wrote. And, somehow, it felt good not to write.
It felt necessary to step away from the craft.
Besides, writing would always be there. Just because he hadnât filled up a document on his computer with harmoniously arranged words, or penned anything down in the journal he used to scribble poetry in, that didnât make him not a writer. In fact, it could be crucial to know when to step away from somethingâwhen to let go of an invisible weight keeping one from progressing. While he hadnât thought about it in months, it floated to the surface of his mind that there may be something he should let go.
The unfinished book. 01.
Wonwoo deleted it. Simple as that.
Shoving the laptop into his shoulder-sling bag, Wonwoo made sure to knab his journal from the nightstand before he left, just in case anything did excite him with a crack of inspiration as he embarked on his newest chapter with you at his side. Rolling his suitcase hurriedly behind him, Wonwoo rushed out onto the street, feeling the rain graze his hair and skin, while you were leaned against the cab, arms folded and teeth anxiously raking over your bottom lip.
He peppered the cab driver in apologies while he helped shove the suitcase into the trunk.
âLiarââ you grumbled after sliding into the cab, undoing the buttons on your coat, ââyou said one minute, not one lifetime.â
âI know, I know,â Wonwoo laughed, removing his glasses to rub off the mist and dew, âbut that voice mail from Vernon distracted me.â
âLet me do it,â you said, taking his glasses with a sigh, âwe should be fine. I know weâll make it on time⊠I guess Iâm just on edge.â
He watched you massage at the lenses gently with a sleeve. The driver climbed back into the cab, now pulling away from the pottery shop and driving toward the beam of light that sliced through the dense clouds, like the sun was handling a giant blade.
âEverythingâs gonna work out, I promise⊠and I already told you that weâll be staying with Bohyuk first, right? Him and Nari?â
Handing the glasses back to Wonwoo, you nodded.
âYeah⊠godâI hope he likes me.â
âOh, he will. You guys are pretty similar, actually.â
The look you gave him warbled slightly.
âWhat if thatâs a bad thing? Every time you tell me a story about your brother, it usually involves you loathing him for something.â
âThose stories took place years ago.â
âBut the feelings are still there, arenât they?â
Wonwoo settled his hand over top yours, giving your fingers a soothing squeeze. He knew you wanted to make the perfect first impression. After all, first impressions were not something that could be easily taken back or erased, unless the people you were meeting were quite forgiving. And Bohyuk was fortunately the forgiving type.
It was only time that Wonwoo exercise the quality as well.
Leaning in close to your face, Wonwoo gazed into your eyes, watching their frantic nature become still like the surface of a calm pond.
âYouâve got nothing to worry about, alright?â He murmured.
Huffing out an intense, long breath, you nodded.
âAlright⊠can I have a kiss, please?â
Lifting his hand to graze against the side of your cheek, he paused to admire your beauty for a moment, only to properly cup your face and push his lips to yoursâwhich tasted sweet and balmyâbefore feeling you push back firm. He proceeded to give you another soft kiss for good measure, one that cured you to smile all fluttery and coy against his mouth until he was inevitably smiling, too.
In fact, Wonwoo only ever found himself smiling that hard when he was with you.
âEND.
heyyyy :] ramble incoming...
first and foremost, ABOVE ALL ELSE, i just want to say thank you! i know this was a very, very long fic for me to be uploading on tumblr. this site is not the most fanfic friendly (or creation friendly for that matter) so stomaching the fact that this needed to be split up into so many parts was like a dagger to the heart! for those who decided to buckle up and lock into this journey, i honestly thank you so much <3 life was not always kind in the process of writing this (hence the fact it took me 2 years, plus some extra) but i was so dedicated to seeing this story through! a lot of the frustration i was feeling toward myself was funnelled into wonwoo's character, so this is quite personal :3
nonetheless, i hope there's something, even a single thing, someone else can take away from the story as well! both wonwoo and her as characters introduce their own unique themes--wonwoo (at the core) is more so about learning to let go in order to progress, whereas her is about using creative tools to help guide the search for identity. i think that writing has helped me learn a lot about myself (even uncomfy, icky things) so i wanted that to be represented through her.
of course, these are not the only things they stand for! but these are the elements i based their characters on, to which other concepts sprouted from. i also loved the idea of pairing someone as lost and misguided and emotionally stunted as wonwoo with this girl who seems so bossy and firm. at first he doesn't like it, but that was really what he needed to accept some of the flaws holding him back. idk if you're familiar with the EXCUSE ME! HE ASKED FOR NO PICKLES! meme but that's what comes to mind when i think of them xD
additionally: special shout out to vernon. he became a much bigger part of this story than i originally intended. he is in some ways wonwoo's foil. vernon knows he's flawed but that's sorta his strength and what makes him genuine. he witnesses wonwoo's entire journey, so at times he also feels like our role, the "reader" and gives wonwoo some wisdomy parting words without rly knowing it (but that's part of his charm <3 i don't want vernon's emotional intelligence to be underrated, which is also an ode to the conversation wonu & her have back in the museum. wonwoo knows there are different types of intelligence and emotionally he is lackinggg).
also small s/o to seokmin. SORRY! HAD TO DO IT!
this has been my slowest slowburn! i wasn't sure how late they were going to kiss. but i didn't want to force anything. i wanted to add the moment when i felt it was surely right! also, if you haven't yet listened to the playlist and you're curious, i recommend listening to the very last song, writer, by ellie goulding. i've been listening to that song for many years, and one day it hit me how coincidentally her lyrics overlap with some of the fic's storyline!
i think it adds a nice final touch <3
LASTLY!
upon contemplation, i will be uploading this fic to ao3 in the same chaptered format it's been posted here! i realize the convenience to bookmarking on that site (and it also doesn't give people's phones a heart attack when trying to read something lengthy) so i hope that appeases some of you who wish to reread with more leisure! i'll be under the username @/uglypluto!
i'll upload the final chapter (this chapter) to ao3 probably between late sunday & early monday.
THANK YOU x100! đ
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Even In the Dark
Pairing: Cassian x You (Y/N but no Y/N use! Uses she/her pronouns) Summary: Cassian comes home to a mate in pain, and does everything he can to help. Rating: Teen Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, heavy emphasis on the comfort for those of you who have been burned by me one too many times, mild sexual content and discussions (I think that covers it but as usual, if I have forgotten anything please let me know!) A/N: Happy Cassian Appreciation Week! @cassianappreciationweek Shoutout to @tsunami-of-tears for the lovely Illyrian wing dividers. Enjoy!
Something was amiss in his home. Cassian noticed it the second he opened the door, stomping and wiping his boots on the doormat before stepping inside.
Your boots were there, dry and untouched, exactly as they had been this morning. As the day was coming to a close much like its stormy beginning, it surprised him to see the umbrellas showed no sign of use.
There was silence. Cassianâs brows furrowed. You spent rainy days singing. You liked storms, would dance and sing in the rain when it wasnât too cold (and even, on occasion, when it was).
He bent to untie his boots, nearly ripping at the laces in an increasing worry. If he wouldnât have been worried about dirtying the floors, he would have forgone the step all together. He worked in the darkness, his last clue that all was not as it should be.
No candlelight flickered against the wall. No scent of vanilla, or cinnamon, or mahogany swirled about him. Mahogany. The scent you had proclaimed was your favorite because it reminded you of him.
You saved it for days like this, days when you would be inside more than you liked. You told him it meant none of its light or scent would be wasted. That you would be able to sit in a reminder of him all day.
âIâll buy you a hundred. Light them every day,â he had told you earnestly.
You had laughed. âOnce I finish all the rest that youâve bought me, Iâll let you buy me as many as you wish.â
He hadnât argued. You had a rather impressive collection spread throughout the home you shared. It would be a shame to let it go to waste.
Boots finally off, he placed them next to yours, the appearance of his large muddy boots striking against the considerably smaller, clean pair beside them.
He walked down the hallway, peering into room after room, but knowing somehow that he would not find you on this level, in the kitchen, or the dining room; the living room or the office, no matter how much he hoped he would. When there was no sign of you, he wound slowly up the stairs at the end of the hall.
There. The bedroom door was shut. It solidified his concern. No light crept from beneath the door; no sound of your movement reached his ears. He ignored the open doorways to other rooms and strode quickly to enter yours.
Darkness met him. The room was as dark as it could be, given that the little light the storm might have allowed to filter through the window was blocked entirely by the heavy outer curtains.
On good days, those stayed open. The typical curtains before the window were a light gauzy material through which sunlight could flow. On the bad days, Cassian knew, the heavy curtains would close with a flick of your hand. They were a wall of thick fabrics to keep light and sound from your presence.
The tonics you took daily helped keep the episodes at bay, but not always. He stepped inside quickly and as quietly as his body would allow.
âMy love,â he whispered. You gave no answer. He prayed you were asleep. It was often the only respite you had on days like this.
But that was too much to ask of the Mother, apparently. As he waited, a broken sob wrenched from your body followed by a whimper of pain. Whether it was from the movement the sob required or the sound itself, he didnât know.
That was enough. He crossed to you slowly, trying to keep his footsteps from making any noise. The faint light of the bioluminescent clock hands reflected in the bottles beside your bed. It was the only light you allowed, its presence necessary to keep track of the hourly doses of pain relief you could take. He counted those bottles quickly, bit back a snarl of anger, then swore at what he found.
Six empty bottles. Six full bottles sat beside them. His anger wasnât at you. The amount of pain you were in scared him. Twelve doses of tonic were all the healers would allow you to keep on your own. For mild episodes, one to three bottles sufficed. Six was pushing it. If this episode lasted beyond eight doses, Cassian would have no choice but to summon the healers for more help.
Your breath trembled from your lungs, shuddering on the shallow inhale and measured, calculated on the exhale. Nausea. He would bet anything you were trying to temper it with as steady breathing as you could manage. That was one symptom the tonics could never address, as you were allergic to the one herb that wouldnât interact with the ingredients for pain relief you so desperately needed.
A faint rustle from the bed drew his attention. Your hand, extended to him. A request.
He placed his hand gently over yours, palm down so you could fingerspell your request into his hand. You had learned together, needing a way to communicate when you were in too much agony to speak.
H-E-A-L-E-R, you spelled slowly. He stiffened, his eyebrows raising. You had half the doses left. A quick request, âLie w meâ, followed. You never asked for him to send for the healer. Not until you had finished every single tonic.
Cassian waited until you withdrew your hand, tucking it back under your pillow to support your head. Quietly, he stood to fulfill your needs, walking around the bed before disrobing to his underwear. His clothes were cold. It would not help you, and he should let his skin warm a tad before joining you. But first - Cassian reached out in his mind to his brother.
Rhys.
Yes?
She needs help. She asked, this time.
It's that bad?
Yes.
I'll send them. Let me know if there is anything we can do.
I will. Thank you.
Of course. Good luck, Cassian.
No response would come until help arrived, one of three healers he, Nesta, and Feyre had vetted and assigned specifically to help you through these episodes when they had become more frequent a few years ago. The healers kept keys to your home so they could come and go as needed without making any more noise than was required. One of them was always on call.
Climbing into bed was always the hardest part. He had a choice. Do it quickly, and your pain could be sharp but brief. Do it slowly, and he may drag out your agony.
You had told him once after an episode that the shifting of the mattress beneath you caused your head to splinter into pieces. He had said he would sleep on the couch, a chair by your side, even the floor if it would keep you from pain. You had shaken your head.
âWhat I need most in those moments is you beside me. The warmth of your body in the blankets is soothing. Hearing the steadiness of your breathing gives me something to cling to, a standard I can use to measure my own breathing; to measure the passage of time without having to open my eyes.â
But he would not touch you. Not unless you asked. That was your one request, that he lay there, close enough for you to hear, but never to touch you unless you specifically requested it.
âMy body often feels as if itâs on fire,â you responded when he asked about the experience after the first time he witnessed it. âItâs agonizing. My head feels as if itâs being wrenched in two or more pieces, my skin is aflame. My stomach roils, and I cannot seem to breathe without complete concentration.â
âAnd with me beside you?â He had asked.
You had managed to squeak out the request that first time, though it led to you throwing up beside the bed not two minutes later. He had cleaned it up, and then joined you, lying as far from you as possible as you choked out the need to have him there, but away.
âIt centers me. Gives me something to focus on other than the pain.â
âBut if you feel like youâre on fire, wouldnât a cold compress help? Some ice, perhaps?â
You had sighed. âIn my experience, it only causes a different sort of pain. I know for some it helps. In my case, I find it forces my body to fight harder against the sensation and drains me more quickly. I wish it did, but it never seems to help as much as it hurts.â
That first episode he had witnessed had terrified him. He had spent the night with you in his room at the townhouse, the both of you tangled in each other for hours before sleep caught up to you both. He was in heaven. But as he woke, he had been thrust into his own personal hell.
He hadnât realized how much he loved you until he saw you with sweat beading at your forehead as your whimpers woke him. The panic that filled him immediately flowed in perfect synchronicity with the knowledge that he would do anything to help you.
The light flowed freely through his windows. The sounds of the city filtered in freely. He had curtains, but they were not designed for the kind of darkness you needed. They quenched no sound. It was not enough.
And you lay there, crying, as he sat up. He remembered it with horror now. He could recall it all, including all the things he had unknowingly done wrong.
âWhatâs wrong?â He had asked. You had whimpered, tensing. He sat up entirely, reaching to stroke your arm. You had only cried harder, tears streaming from between your tightly closed eyelids.
He had sat up quickly to analyze you better. He had kept asking you questions at full volume. He remembered how he hadnât thought to block the light with his wing. How he had tried to reach for you, leading to your agonized words begging him not to, pleading with him to get a healer. He had jumped from the bed to do so, hearing your retching from behind him a minute or so after. He had spun back to you, but you waved him off, tearful eyes pleading him to do as you had asked.
So much had gone wrong that time.
He was fortunate he knew about your allergy, glad you had mentioned it offhand at dinner three weeks previous. It had only been your third date, but it had come up somehow. Had he not known, you could have died from the tonic the healer brought for you. In the end, Rhys was summoned in the early afternoon to push you into unconsciousness and put you out of your misery. Nothing else had helped. You slept for over a full day, not waking for anything.
He had kept vigil over you in his bed, not knowing how to help. Rhys had come and gone, checking in and bringing food and water for both of you, though your tray was exactly the same on the way out the door as it had come in.
You had awoken at dusk the next day. You had stretched with a groan which startled Cassian from his fitful dozing.
âMy love,â he had whispered incoherently.
You blinked with a little yawn as you looked over at him. It took you a minute to orient yourself and frown.
âCassian.â
âSweetheart,â he said in response, eyes filling with tears at the ease with which you spoke his name. âAre you okay?â
You nodded. âI am,â your nod turned into a shake of your head. âI am so sorry.â He tracked each movement, but no wince or whimper followed. There was no visible indication of pain.
He was so lost in looking for any sign of your discomfort that it took him a few moments to respond. âDonât be sorry. Are you certain youâre alright?â
âYes,â you gave him a shaky smile. He wanted to crush you in his arms but had learned through your words and your pained cries that any contact would hurt, so instead he gripped the arms of his chair.
While you didnât look as though you were in pain, embarrassment was written all over your face. Still, discussion needed to wait. He got you food and water, and a fresh shirt of his to change into.
Once he had taken your empty tray away, he looked inquisitively at where you sat propped up in his bed. âWhat happened?â He asked quietly.
You had indulged his question. Some things you knew could trigger the episodes, so you avoided them. Bright lights or loud noises for long periods of time. Sleep deprivation. Cassian had held in a flinch at that, knowing he had kept you up until nearly three in the morning.
Stress, built up over a period of time, was the most common instigator. He recalled your words from dinner the night before, about the hard deadline you were facing for an investigation into a trading company that had seemingly been avoiding tariffs. He had reached for your hand unthinkingly when it had clenched on the bedspread beside you, unable to withhold the only comfort he had to offer.
You had sighed and gripped his hand gratefully. âCan I hold you?â He had asked, stroking his thumb slowly from your wrist to your knuckles. Your nod was the only assent he needed before scooping you gently up from the bed and climbing in, settling you in his lap with your head tucked under his chin.
âIâm sorry for causing you trouble,â you whispered, tracing a hand lightly across his chest.
âIt was no trouble.â
âI took away half your weekend. You had plans.â
âThey werenât anywhere near as important as this. I rescheduled.â
âStill -â
âNo, my love,â he shook his head, the endearment slipping from his lips without thinking. He hadnât notice you tense up at the words, and continued, âYou needed help. I wasnât leaving you.â
âCassian,â his name fell like a breath from your lips.
âHmm?â Now he noticed. You sat still as possible in his lap. Your hand had stopped its gentle tracing. He dipped his head to look at you, but you didnât meet his gaze.
âYou called me âmy loveâ.â
âIf it upsets you, I am sorry. But it is the truth.â A flush settled across your cheeks, and he continued, âI love you. Your pain felt like it was a part of me. I began to love you weeks ago, and I knew this morning... I love you.â His words were cut short by the quick raise of your head and the settling of your fingers over his lips. Your cheeks flushed, lower lip rolled between your teeth.
âI love you,â you said quietly. âVery much.â
He laughed softly at that, loosely grabbing your wrist to press kisses against it. âWell. Thank the cauldron for that.â
It was your turn to laugh, and you wiggled to face him. The darkness had truly fallen, stars glimmering through the still uncovered windows.
Cassian lay beside his love, watching the pained breaths, the occasional twitch of spasming muscles causing the quilt to shift.
The door opened slowly, letting the tiniest sliver of light in as a short male stepped into the room. Mirvyn, the head healer on your team. The light glimmered against his glasses before he shut the door again. He moved silently with the practiced footsteps of a cautious male.
Cassian knew the healer recognized his presence. They didnât acknowledge each other in the darkness. Your hand reached for Cassianâs, gripping it until your nails bit into his skin.
The healer began to work, administering a more potent treatment that could be injected into your arm. You hated it, every second, but it was the only thing that seemed to help you.
You had lay like this for hours. Cassian knew the pain you must be in to have asked for the healer when you had taken only six vials of tonic. When you didnât respond to the prick of the needle in your shoulder, he knew getting the healer been the right call.
You were asleep within minutes. The healer began to check you, your breathing, your heart, anything he could learn from your pain signatures. He sighed.
Just like every other time, Cassian knew. Nothing to be done. That was the most frustrating piece. Aside from avoiding the things which could trigger the episodes and taking your daily tonics, there was nothing you could do. None of the healers could find a single thing wrong with your body, even as you fell to pieces from the pain.
The healer walked around to Cassianâs side of the bed and bent to whisper, âI'll return in an hour to check on her, then stay in the guest room if you need me for anything else."
Cassian whispered his thanks in return. All they could do was wait. A silent vigil for the love of his life to return to comfort in her own body. A silent sorrow for the pain she must feel.
It was his greatest sorrow, that he couldn't share the pain. He didn't even know its extent. You were not his mate. You were beloved, but he could not understand or protect you. Hours, you would lay, knowing you could call for help. Struggling to decide whether it was bad enough.
A little over six hours, and a healer. Today was bad. He would wait.
Cassian quietly asked the healer to sit with you for a little bit when he returned. He went downstairs, made two sandwiches, and ate one as quickly as possible. You had told him once that him not taking care of himself did you no favors. He had promised he would not neglect himself, so he ate. He did it quickly, because he would not leave you longer than he had to.
The other sandwich he left on the counter with an empty glass. This healer liked the sandwiches, and he knew where you stored all your drinks. He could help himself.
He filled a large pitcher of water and walked up the stairs once more with the pitcher and two glasses. If you got thirsty, there would be water for you. It was the one thing he could do that he felt in control of. He didn't like how insignificant it felt. Still, you told him waking up and seeing a pitcher of water there, the one thing you usually forgot, always made you feel cared for.
Mirvyn had heard Cassian coming, and met him right outside the bedroom door.
"She's still asleep. Her vitals are steady, but for her to have called, I am concerned. Be careful. Sleep. The spell will let you know if anything is truly amiss, but if you sense anything out of the ordinary, come get me," the healer cautioned. "Often your senses will kick in before the spell will recognize it as an issue."
Cassian nodded. "I know. Can you tell how this compares to her last bad episode?"
The healer sighed, pulling his glasses off to clean them before replacing them on the bridge of his nose. "Cassian, it's about the same this time. I'm still surprised she hadn't passed out already, but by my measurements it's about the same."
"She seemed..." Cassian shook his head with a grimace. "It seemed even worse. She's everything to me, Mirvyn. If anything happens to her..."
"I know. We all know. Take care of yourself, Cassian. If either of you need anything, I'll be down the hall."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Sleep. He would sleep, and more importantly, you would sleep. In the morning, you would be alright. He had to believe it.
Cassian woke first, approximately twelve hours later. It was unsurprising. He woke before you on the good days, too. So he waited, his hand in the space between you in case you decided in your sleep that you wished to hold it. You would wake soon enough, if you felt better. Cassian wouldn't let himself think of the alternative.
"Cassian," you whispered.
"My love," he greeted you quietly.
"May I have some water?"
He smiled. "Of course."
You sat up while he retrieved your glass, filling it with careful precision in the darkness.
"Here."
You gulped it down before handing your glass back to him. "Thank you."
He nodded, replacing the glass and the pitcher. "How do you feel?"
"Well enough," you sighed. "A bit of a residual headache."
"That's good," he smiled.
"Yeah. Hold me?" You asked. After the first time, you always asked.
"Of course. Always." He climbed into bed beside you, scooping you into his arms as he sat against the headboard. Once you had sat up, you often didn't want to lay down again. Changing from laying to sitting to laying again so quickly had seemed to do odd things, and now you avoided it at all costs.
"Thank you," you whispered, settling your head against his chest.
"You're welcome."
"I love you, Cassian."
"I love you, too," he hummed. "Mirvyn is here."
"I know. I remember him coming in last night."
"Remember anything else?"
"Other than you coming home, not really. Everything else is blurry."
"That's alright," he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "That's everything important."
You laughed. "Oh? the important things, you coming home, and Mirvyn showing up?"
"Yeah," Cassian couldn't help but laugh.
"I heard that swear, you know. When you saw the tonic bottles."
"I was worried," he protested. "I'm always worried when you're sick."
"And? Foul language," you teased in return. "Ghastly, nasty language. You kiss me with that mouth, you know."
"And you love the things this mouth does," he teased in return. You were happy. You were fine.
You hummed your acknowledgement, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "I do. I love the male its attached to more, though."
Soon, you were both quietly laughing, intermittently interrupting each other for gentle kisses. It was the best ending for what had been unbearable just hours before. This was Cassian's favorite. The calm between the storms, when you were yourself, in his arms.
You deserved this every morning, every day. This peace. This lightness of heart. In the meantime, he would love you, even in the dark.
A/N: I am by no means a definitive authority on migraines or chronic illness. I do, however, suffer from migraines. This is based largely on my own experience, though I've never had the benefit of a Cassian in my life and frankly, even if I did, the last thing I might want is someone anywhere near me.
All that aside, I wanted to explore what Cassian the Lover might feel when his beloved was in pain. And what better way to do that than with an indulgent fic?
Additionally, I felt it was important to acknowledge that it takes a village. Sometimes, the best thing your person can do for you is to be there and help you ask for help. I may not have a Cassian in my life, but I have many a Mirvyn, and many incredibly supportive people. I am very, very grateful for every single one of them.
I hope you enjoyed the fic, and that you enjoy the rest of your lovely Cassian week! Don't forget to give cassianappreciationweek and maased-out a follow so you can stay up to date with future fandom events for your writing and reading pleasure!
All my love,
Chaos
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