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'Member when I said I was writing harwin x betrothed reader x rhaenyra? Promise I'm still working on it! Slowly! đ
She's at 2.3k right now and I'm hoping to get some more time to work on it this week â¤ď¸
#harwin strong#rhaenyra targaryen#harwin x reader x rhaenyra#me and my sous chef are cookin up some good food for ourselves#and any other readers in this niche#:>
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i nearly anon'd the thorki non-con fic out of SHAME but in two weeks it's become my third most clicked-on fic of the year, behind only a multichapter fic and a bit of angsty sifki porn lololol
#this is about 560 hits btw which i know is not much for bigger fandoms and it's just that i tend to be in some weird niche but gosh!#i'd written thorki before but it wasn't e-rated so if the non-con tag really did work against it then wow no wonder ppl write this pairing!#you ever been to reddit where someone posts about how their latest fic only got 20k hits in a week and you're like âWTFâ?#and it turns out they're in some hugely popular fandom and that's the least read fic for that pairing on the entire site by a mile.#that's like glimpsing a parallel universe. what a strange place. why would any fic ever have more than 1000 hits omg!#and 1000 would be for if you wrote something Surprisingly Popular. like e-rated thorki non-con apparently is.#meanwhile 'cockroboros' may only have 35 hits but every one of those 35 people agrees that i was right to write that thing!!#and me and the other 86 people who wanted to see missy interact with jamie moriarty are besties now <3#SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I TURN THE NUMBERS BACK ON OH NOOOOOO THIS WAY LIES MADNESS!!!#the sifki one had a bump recently which i must assume came from one of those 'recced it in a discord but never said a word' incidents.#those are increasingly common and i hope i am not alone in finding them ever so slightly creepy#if you're going to look at me you need to at least pat me on the head to cancel out the anxiety of that damn it!#*flashes back to when i hid that one ten'n'donna fic because nobody would tell me where all the readers were coming from*#fic related#anyway i think it's important to mention i wrote thorki non-con fic in case anyone following me thinks i am Unproblematic in some way.
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@ anyone familiar w it. please,,, i beg you please tell me how to make epub files that aren't reliant on it looking pretty. all im looking for is how to make it a chunk of text that i can put into my screen reader. please,,, i want to cry
#shut up danni's talking#i have a few fics that i have to read exclusively via desktop or on a google docs copy bc i use a text replacer#to even out some quirks in how people are referred to and a few grammatical tweaks and such#so downloading an epub version of the fic from ao3 won't keep my corrections/tweaks#but i need that epub for my screen reader however i cannot under any circumstances find a way to make an epub file#that has chapters so that i can skip to chapters like it's formated in the ao3 epubs#this might be highly specific and niche but i cannot find ANY information on it#and while my screenreader can read pdfs the chapter function doesn't work and instead just marks individual pages#WHICH DOESN'T HELP WHEN IM GONNA BE READING A FIC THAT'S 300+ PAGES#not to even mention when i want to read a series??? if each installment is only 2k+ words and there's like 30 i want to just compile them#so that i can just load the whole series into it at once and not have to switch every ten minutes#i am v near to tears trying to find a way to do this when i have ZERO coding skills#and almost zero knowledge on computer formats esp when google only gives me 'writing the book' things when i search#for ebook makers like sobs that's not what i need and the things that i CAN find all have flowery-image heavy templates#BITCH I JUST NEED THE TEXT AND THE CHAPTER FUNCTION THIS SHOULDN'T BE THAT HARD#i am fully aware that there are other screenreaders that you can just copy/paste things into#but i've done those before and they were INCREDIBLY annoying to use and i'd like to not go back to that#sigh#any help will be greatly appreciated thank you
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The main feature apps like this offer are QOL improvements like different layouts, fonts, reading statistics and timers, and the aforementioned download features that are already a part of Ao3.
And if you want to use an app for those features -- honestly, I don't see why not? But be aware that Ao3 supports user-created skins that can look like literally anything you want (and although you do have to know enough CSS to make a theme yourself, lots of fans out there make AO3 skins just for fun -- you just gotta talk to one of them to ask how to make the changes you'd prefer and most likely they're happy to help out) and there are userscripts that act as site extensions that provide all those features and more (with, again, people actively developing them that you can ask help from to write your own if you don't like any of the ones available)
If you don't want the hassle of finding this stuff out or talking to people to ask for these features, you do you I guess. But don't ever pay money for one of these apps, no matter what it does. If it's showing you adds, if it's asking you to buy it, DO NOT, they're asking you to pay for features other fans have already provided for free through other methods.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS
WHO IS USING THIS
AN APP??? THEY HAVE A FUNCTIONING WEBSITE
THE LAST FUNCTIONING WEBSITE
#Like tbh I don't hate the idea of user-made Ao3 apps#But I also think it's not possible to do that on monetised platforms without going against the spirit of Ao3's rules#they don't let you directly link Kofi or Patreon#so an app having a tip button/ads/premium purchase version would also be out of the question for me#But that's me speaking from a place of someone who likes doing dev shit as a hobby#I honestly think that if I went on FD right now I could find a decent Ao3 reader app that *is* operating within the spirit of the rules#I assume there's more than one of us out there but you wouldn't find any of these apps on the damn App Store/ITunes#which have the sole purpose of making money#and making money off of fandom is against the principles of OTW as far as I've understood them#And I do think Ao3 could use some QOL features there in the main interface! I do!#And not all of them are stuff like a dark mode you can do with scrub code!#some of the features I mentioned above *are* pretty complicated to implement#So I see the appeal of apps like these especially for people who don't have a broad community of other fans#who don't maybe even know anyone who does themes or userscripts on the side#Who may not even know all the features of their *browsers* because they've grown up in an app-first ecosystem#(or have shit browsers like Chrome that try to be as app-like as possible)#And the people writing these apps see a niche. Because they see users of Ao3 not knowing how Ao3 works#(and maybe don't know how Ao3 works themselves)#and go âhuh there's a need I could fulfill there huh?â#The problem isn't the creation of the tools themselves -- it's the monetisation of them#And I think it would be better to focus on communicating *that*#and not assuming technical competence#Like most people don't even RTFM#and even when they do they might not *know* what some of the things in the manual are#So going âwhy didn't you just [already implemented feature of Ao3]\[userscript]â means nothing to them#they don't know what a userscript is#They don't know *that* you can DIY this stuff let alone *how* to DIY this stuff#and condescendingly telling them âyou should just [do something that is unfamiliar and sounds complicated]â#will only make them thing âokay. But if you're not gonna tell me how then an app someone *already made* for that is easier. So fuck you.â#*handwaves at those last points* to be clear this is not what I think OP or anyone in this thread is saying
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girl girl hear me out YAPPER GF X REGULUS!! Pls pls pls like u could do anything u wanted with them!!! I have a few ideas (take any or none)
May be she just walks up to him one day like clearly wanting to befriend him cuz she has a lil crush and just starts yapping about how the great hall had her fave pastry for breakfast today and he's so confused but also intrigued and then she starts sitting next to him in classes and asking him to hang out at hogsmead and she just yaps and sometimes she thinks may be he zones out but then he'll bring up this super niche detail she mentioned last time like "hey what happened to that quill you forgot in the potions lecture?"
they r already dating and she worries she's too much energy and talk for him and tries to be quiet and he's just like r u sick? R u mad at me? What's wrong u haven't gone on a 30 min description/rant about ur day
3. May be someone else brings up she talks a lot and Reggie defends her?
you guys really love your bubbly/talkative readers with Regulus, don't you? (so do i); thanks for your request!
Regulus Black x yapper!reader who didn't think he was actually listening
CW: fem!reader, rolling thoughts, brief mention of difficulty making friends, people talking about reader behind her back, swear words (on ellecdc? nooo [sarcasm])
Your family said that you had an incessant need to fill silence from the moment you could talk.Â
âIf thereâs a room with our daughter in it, you can be certain that it wonât be quiet.â Your mum had proclaimed as she beamed at you lovingly one day.
While it was certainly a trait that your family had always found rather endearing, you felt that it made it particularly difficult making friends once you began attending Hogwarts.Â
But the friends you managed to make loved you for it, and they had often stated âyou can call her what you want but you canât call her boring.âÂ
That didnât mean your other classmates appreciated your stories or tangents, though.Â
Which is how you ended up serving numerous detentions for speaking during class or lectures and disturbing the students around you, and how youâd been cycled through numerous seat partners in potions class.Â
And that is how poor Regulus Black ended up stuck sharing a worktable with the likes of you.
He didnât seem to mind, though. And if he did, well, he certainly never said anything about it.
You were quite sure he tuned you out during your rambles, hardly ever sparing you a glance and keeping his eyes trained on his parchment in front of him as he took dutiful notes during lectures.
Couldnât be you, however.
No.
You were too busy lamenting about the fact that you couldnât get more than twenty feet to the mooncalf herd up the hill behind the quidditch pitch before they would all run off. They only came out at night, you see, and you wanted to take some photos of them. Some photos turned into midnight picnics, and picnics turned into sharing apple slices by means of throwing them towards the bug-eyed beasts and watching them argue over the slice until you threw another. But even after feeding them forty seven apples and counting at this point (Winky the house elf from the kitchen was not pleased with you), they still wouldnât let you get any closer to them.
Your next course of action was to try a smellier and higher value treat; you wondered then if mooncalves could have tuna? Tuna was certainly smelly enough. Well, if you couldnât entice the mooncalves, youâd certainly entice a cat or two.Â
You wondered then if mooncalves and cats got along? Kneazles were nearly the same size as the poor beasts, but cats were much smaller. You figured cats would look at a mooncalf the same way theyâd look at a goat.Â
Youâd seen a cat ride a goat once, not many people believed you, though. Youâd have to learn how to make a pensieve one day just to prove it to everyone. You didnât much care for goats, though; something about their square pupils seemed alien to you.Â
Which seemed odd considering there were numerous beasts in the magical world that really were quite alien, yet it was goats that did it for you.
And why were they always associated with the devil? Was it because of the square pupils? Do you think thereâd be a book that explained that?
But you didnât even realise that the period had ended until Regulus stood and collected his books, offering you a curt nod before leaving the classroom.Â
FuckâŚ.do you think heâd let you copy his notes?Â
ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââşââ âď¸ ââşâââşââ âď¸ ââşâââşââ âď¸ ââşâââşââ âď¸ ââşâââşââ âď¸ ââşââ
Merlinâs tits, she never stops talking! I feel bad for the poor sod stuck next to her; Black probably wants to avada himself every class. You heard a classmate mutter as you walked to your workbench, movements slowed as you lowered yourself into your chair and tried not to let their words hurt you.Â
You were used to the comments, you were used to the sentiment honestly; did they think it was easy being you? Did they think you didnât get tired of listening to yourself too?Â
Of course you did, it was exhausting; your brain never stopped moving, and apparently, neither did your mouth.
But it did hurt a little, perhaps because Regulus had been quite gracious about it thus far. He had listened to you carry on about the astrological significance of space waste and how that was affecting the magic of the stars. He had listened to you bemoan about the positive impact that centaur migration had on local flora and fauna and how the fencing of fields and forests was going to cause unimaginable damage to the life cycles of such. He also had listened to your morose mooncalf story and the update the next day that you were able to order cans of tuna via owl to the castle.
And heâd not so much as bat an eye at you.
Certainly heâd have said something to you if you bothered him?Â
Although, perhaps this was why Slughorn put him beside you, because he knew Regulus wouldnât say anything; had Regulus done something to anger Slughorn? Was placing you beside Regulus less about you driving your seat mates crazy, but more about being a punishment for Regulus?
Well, you couldnât imagine Regulus had done anything bad enough to deserve a full term with you as a potions partner.
No, you decided, you would not be his punishment.
So when Regulus entered class that day, and Slughorn read out the instructions for todayâs potion brew, you resisted the urge to speak.
You were quiet when retrieving your potion ingredients, you were quiet as you checked and double checked the brewing instructions, and you were quiet as you waited for the potion to reach its boiling point.Â
You actually thought youâd done quite well; you sort of wished you had started a timer, this may very well have been a record for you.Â
Well, unless sleeping counted. Would sleeping count as being quiet? Oh gods, what if you talked in your sleep too!? Youâd have to ask your roommates.
âL/N.â Regulus called as if it hadnât been the first time heâd done so. âYou alright?â He asked, ducking down in an attempt to meet your gaze as you watched a divot appear between his brows.
âYeah? Why?â You asked, finding yourself furrowing your brows in solidarity; you found Regulus to be too pretty to look so worried.Â
He shrugged his shoulders and straightened up, though the space between his brows remained divoted. âYouâve been awfully quiet, sâall.â He murmured quietly, and you were surprised to see a dusting of pink on his cheeks.
âIsnât that a good thing?â You muttered perhaps pointedly; his eyes narrowing to match the furrowed brows.Â
âSays who?â
Your eyes traitorously darted to the students who had been discussing your habits, and Regulus followed your gaze.
He rolled his eyes and muttered something in French under his breath as he turned his attention back towards your shared potion. âThose tossers are just mad that they have nothing of value to say.â
You more felt than heard a disbelieving breath escape your lips as you looked at Regulus in bemusement.Â
He didnât seem to notice though, as he continued to the next step in your potion and carried on. âDid the tuna work?â
You stared at him dumbly before your brain kicked back into gear. âI beg your pardon?â
âThe tuna.â He repeated. âFor the mooncalves?â
Oh.
âOh.â You started, giving your head a shake as you tried to find your balance you had long lost during this conversation. âErm, no, but I did indeed attract a few cats.â
âAh.â Regulus offered, smiling at you (or at the expected poof from the potion signifying that the two of you had brewed it correctly thus far).Â
âAlso, I found out why goats are often associated with the devil, but the book youâd be looking for is Biblical in nature.â
You stared at him with your mouth agape as he continued. âThereâs a quote where that Christ bloke mentions something about separating people from one another just as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. Theyâre used as a metaphor for the âbadâ or âinferiorâ member of any group; it could also be understood as the divide between the pure and the wicked. I say goats got a bad rap, though.â
The next step in your potion brewing process was to allow the potion to simmer until it turned a milky white colour, so Regulus lowered the heat before appearing to remember something.
âI almost forgotâŚâ He started as he began rooting through his book bag. âI asked the shopkeep at Brood & Peck, and she said this is a favourite of mooncalves; maybe youâll have more luck tonight?â He asked as he held out a parchment of beast treats to you.Â
âYouâve been listening? This whole time?â You whispered in awe as you took the bag delicately as if he had just handed you a delicate china dish.Â
His brows furrowed again as he searched your eyes. âWellâŚyeah? Iâm rather invested now.â He explained just as your potion turned its intended colour.Â
âVery good Mr. Black, Miss. L/N.â Professor Slughorn commented as he walked past your workbench.Â
You were alerted to the fact that class was over when everyoneâs potions were vanished with a pop and students started to pack up their belongings.
âYouâll keep me posted, yeah? About the mooncalves?â Regulus asked as he started walking backwards towards the door.Â
âSure.â You murmured, earning you a wide smile from the notoriously quiet boy.Â
Yes⌠Youâd be more than happy to keep Regulus Black posted.
#marauders era#marauders au#marauders fanfiction#reader insert#self insert#regulus black#regulus black x reader#regulus black x you#marauders#the marauders#regulus black fic#regulus black fluff#regulus black ficlet#regulus black blurb#regulus black imagine#yapper!reader#fem!reader#ellecdc fics
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Into It âĽď¸ Part 1 of 3
Max Verstappen x Girlfriend!Reader
i'm into it, yeah, says she wanna fuck me later, girl i'm into it
the one in which youâre newly dating your gorgeous boyfriend, max verstappen, after months of pining and flirting. heâs the perfect gentleman, so romantic and treats you just right! now how do you tell him that youâre desperate for mad max to come out and rail ur insides without sounding like a freak đ
Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut but this time with some plot lol, reader essentially is just trying whatever tactic she can to seduce her bf and make mad max come out in bed, size kink, dom/sub elements, 4k WC
PART TWO HERE âĽď¸ PART THREE HERE âĽď¸
You look up blissfully at your boyfriend, Max, from where youâre tucked into his side, his strong arm scooping you against him and keeping you warm. Youâre rewatching an old classic, Shrek 2, as you wind down from your dinner plans with your friends earlier than evening. Lando and Daniel had joined as well, teasing you and Max mercilessly about how you two were finally together and that the whole F1 grid had been placing bets on when you would make it official.
You had flushed in a combination of embarrassment and giddiness, unable to hold back a matching laugh with Max who had looked over at you with an adoring gaze, his own heart warm with happiness about finally being able to call you his own. You two had run in the same Monaco circles for years - with him as a driver and you on the McLaren legal team. Though initially you only saw glimpses of him through paddock interviews or social media posts celebrating his multiple winning streaks, the two of you had become a lot closer the past couple years through his friendship with Daniel and Lando. Soon enough you were joining them at weekly Padel sessions, leading to you and Max exchanging funny cat memes or popping online to decimate him and Lando on a Call of Duty stream and then eventually onto deeper conversations, from his latest breakups with his model girlfriends or quiet ramblings with a bottle of wine outside a booming party about the pressures of demanding fathers.
Of course, tongues were wagging anytime you two were seen together - especially when Max had his first time in years being single for months before you had gotten together. You couldnât deny that you had always thought the older Dutch man was incredibly handsome and funny, always full of interesting facts about niche topics, and you found his intensity and passion for his racing career so attractive, as a high powered professional yourself as a lawyer for a luxury car brandâs executive board. But you had always curbed any growing feelings you had for Max, paranoid that it would compromise the strong friendship you two had developed. Besides, given his affliction for dating vogue models, and his respectful gazes or polite touches compared to the much more flirtier ones from other drivers on the grid, you had never thought max considered you attractive.
But somehow, despite both your busy schedules, despite max being across the globe, you always ended up calling each other first to share sad, happy, or even just boring news. You had never once imagined that after winning his most recent championship the first person he came looking for in his celebrations that night was you, his face flushes from champagne and hugging you tightly, his eyes shining with warmth as he told you he couldnât have won it without you and suddenly you could no longer deny the rapid palpitations of your heart when you looked up at him. And as he looked at you, thumb gently brushing across your cheeks, warm breaths mingling together as your faces drew closer, he couldnât deny himself any longer either - Schat, all Iâve been thinking about is what I really wanted for my prize instead of this trophy. Can I kiss you now?
And the rest was history. Fast forward a few months and itâs still so surreal to call Max your boyfriend, you think, as you come back to the present, watching him fondly as he chuckles at the movie. Dating him has been a dream - heâs your first serious relationship, your standards too high to waste time with any of the subpar guys you had gone on first dates with before - and wow, did Max know exactly how to knock all of those standards out of the park. He would always drive and pick you up anywhere you wanted, in his sleek luxury cars that had pedestrians gawping, one large hand on your thigh and asking how your day had been. You had literally stopped taking your wallet out anymore as Max always slammed down his black Amex at any opportunity to pay for you - dinners, trips, jewellery and luxurious shopping sprees - and although the staunch feminist in you had initially disagreed you couldnât help but feel so cared for, so looked after - knowing all you needed on a night out was one hand around his arm and the other clutching a pretty little Chanel purse he had picked up for you at last monthâs race weekend, with a matching Dior lip gloss inside. If you were ever having a hard day at work he would always order your favourite foods straight to your apartment, where he would meet you and bitch and vent alongside you about whichever client had been giving you grief.
And my god, the sex - THE SEX with your man had been absolutely amazing. Considering the difference in your past number of relationships, max was keenly aware that he had a lot more experience than you and was so unbelievably sweet and patient - letting you take all the time you needed to go slow and work up the confidence gradually to ask for what you wanted for him. Your first time together had been incredibly romantic, a night at a private house he had booked out for the week on the Italian coastline. After a candlelit dinner and a bottle of wine you found yourself in his lap on the outdoor chaise, soft kisses turning more and more heated, max whispering are you sure, liefje? If youâre not ready-
to which you had cut him off with another deep kiss, pleading for him to make you his once and for all â¤ď¸ His eyes had flickered with a deep intensity at your possessive statement before softening out to adoration again as he gently unlaced your dress and trailed kisses down your body, worshipping you. youâd both cum embarrassingly faster than youâd have liked, high off the feeling of one another, max cleanly finishing inside a condom he threw away before carrying you in his arms to the bedroom inside. Since then, youâd both figured out you had a combined very high sex drive, using every opportunity in your schedules to make love, max never hesitating to always make sure you came first, either on his fingers, tongue or cock. You had the perfect boyfriend. Truly. You couldnât ask for anything more, yet -
- yet, here you were, feeling like an absolute bitch about the recurrent thoughts that had planted in your mind as you watched max come out of the bathroom freshly showered, getting ready for bed after finishing a gaming stream with his mates following your Shrek 2 viewing. The issue was that your boyfriend - your incredibly hot, sexy, tall Dutch boyfriend - was so stupidly enticing but so oblivious that he has no idea what he did to you. You bit your lip as you looked at him, hair dripping wet, distractingly saying something to you while texting on his phone - but your mind was only fixed on how big and strong Max looked. Your boyfriend was much bigger than you, almost towering over you at 6â1 with your 5â1 frame. His athletic training currently during the season meant he had been looking extra delectable lately, defined abs, thick muscular thighs and a broad shoulder and back that narrowed down to a narrow (or as Lando joked, slutty) waist, highlighted now by the grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips that did nothing to hide the sizeable bulge in between his legs. It was undeniable that he was packing, to the point where you had called it his third leg after first seeing him naked, making him laugh but also take even more care everytime he entered you - you were a lot smaller than his previous partners, after all. He always made sure his pace was gentle and slow, avoiding fully entering you too much in worry of causing you pain. Truly, your boyfriend was too sweet - everything he did was to avoid causing your any pain or distress - which is why you felt too embarrassed to ask him directly to be rougher with you when he was simply looking out for your comfort. It has been perfect for you initially, but now you felt more adjusted to his size, and each time you slept together you felt yourself becoming more and more desperate for Max to be just a little bit rougher, a little bit more controlling. What would he think when his usually sweet, happy go lucky girlfriend admitted she actually fantasised about him completely ruining her? So, of course, you being you - an ambitious feminist - have decided to hatch a conniving strategy to seduce your boyfriend into giving it to you just right!! đ
Starting tonight - you had already planned to spend the night at Maxâs, relaxing after the hectic work week you had both had. Often, you wore his comfortable hoodies that dwarfed you and smelt just like him as you cuddled in bed. Instead tonight you wore an angelic pink lace Agent Provocateur nightie, bows and all, pushing your cute tits up on display for him and complimenting your caramel skin perfectly. Enough to drive Max crazy, right? Sitting against the plush pillows, you had been reading one of your steamy dark romance novels - your latest outlet these days while you manifested getting some back breaking sex with Max - but of course had ended up distracted by the sight of your himbo boyfriend emerging from the shower.
-Schat? So what do you think? Max finally looked up from his phone, making you come back to reality and realize you hadnât been answering his question. Maxâs eyes widened seeing your pretty little form on his bed - he had never seen you wear an outfit like that in bed before. He cleared his throat, inconspicuously shifting his stance so you didnât notice his hard on at the sight of you when you hastily stumbled to reply - Oh sorry maxie, I missed what you were saying, just a bit tired after today
Max immediately came to your side in bed, looking guilty. Of course Schat, sorry, Iâm keeping you up with my gaming stream arenât I? You had such a long week already, we can go straight to bed now. You cursed your own slip up - of course, your sweet Max would put your comfort first over what you were sure looked like mission successful given the rapid hardening of his bulge you had zoned in on.
You try again as Max dims the bedside lamps, taking your book gently away from your hands and setting it to the side. You lean softly in next to him, fluttering your eyelashes up at him, tits right up against his hard biceps so that your breasts are basically cushioning his arm right in between them. Your nightie rises up your legs, showcasing your soft, luscious thighs for him. Max smiles lovingly at you, cradling your face before peppering your cheeks with baby kisses. You look so pretty, sweetheart. So sweet to wait for me before falling asleep, mein Schat.
You lean in further, lips pouting in an effort your boyfriend would finally catch the hint but instead you found yourself gently maneouvered and tucked into his side, his large hands rubbing soothing circles along your back as he placed a final kiss on your forehead. Goodnight, darling. Your eye twitched at his definitive words, perplexed at how your plan had been so unsuccessful, but you sighed and wished goodnight to Max, falling asleep and already plotting for another day.
A couple of weeks later you decided to up the ante. A sexy, bold crimson red lingerie teddy set, practically see through and showcasing your tan nipples through the lace and mesh, and a pathetic excuse of some lacy red panties to match. You smirked as you eyed yourself in the mirror - sure, it was quite a forward look, but you had found yourself becoming increasingly more desperate for your boyfriendâs attentions after attending his Monaco race today. You did your best to attend the races you could but with your own demanding schedule often struggled to make it, so were very excited to support your boyfriend this time - especially as you had been keeping track of how this season was difficult compared to earlier years given the poorer quality of the RB car. Your eyes had widened at seeing the events this weekend - a string of bad luck events. First, his engine had stalled during free practise, making him lose precious practise time, and then a red flag had been called as he was finishing an almost perfect qualifying lap, ruining his chances of pole, and finally during the actual race he was clipped on the side by one of the Aston Martinâs, making him spin out but still incredibly go on to get P2. It was amazing result given everything, but what caught your attention was a side of your boyfriend you had only every heard whispers about emerge on the track. In the past, you had only attended races he had easily won, appearing calm and collected throughout the weekends as he cruised to P1 - easily overpowering everyone else. Today though - Mad Max, his fans excitedly cheered and paddock staff gossiped, Mad Max is finally back!! In his villain era!!
And your Max was indeed seething at everyone - competitors, his strategy team, the stewards for not giving Aston Martin a penalty - and you had listened in on the radio to hear him angrily swear and yell to his engineer, seen him aggressively overtake and defend his place on the track, and finally seen the stormy expression on his face as he emerged out of his car, clearly pissed with narrowed eyes as he stalked off to his driver room without a word, not even sparing a glance at you or anyone else. Sure, you should have felt a little hurt that he hadnât noticed you or seen the perfectly planned designer outfit you had arrived wearing, sending the paparazzi into a flurry, but you completely understood that his career was first on the line today and he needed some time to cool off. And honestly, instead of feeling bad for Max - the sick, twisted part of you couldnât deny that he had looked sooo sexy completely dominating on the track, authoritatively giving orders over the radio and confidently outmanoeuvring his rivals. You had to catch yourself from biting your lip or squeezing your legs together as his rough accented tones got more and more angry throughout the race over your headphones, imaging what it would be like to be pinned down by his strong arms, to have him lean down behind you and whisper naughty things in your ear, to ask if you liked being a dirty little-
âOh! Y/N! Can we get a quick word?â The sky sports reporters interruption hastily put an end to the illicit thoughts you had been having. Quickly trying to school your expression into something much more PR friendly, you flashed a dazzling smile, âOf course!â. As expected they tried to rile responses out of you to condemn Maxâs aggressive performance. But you had stood for none of it, honestly and clearly stating that your boyfriend had driven very capably and fairly given the circumstances and you were extremely impressed with his performance. âHeâs a triple world champion after all. Did you just expect him to roll over and not defend his title? If you donât agree with it then no need to watch it. At the end of the day heâs the one driving the car over the finish line while everyone else is speculating hypotheticals.â The reporters thank you for your input, stumbling for words at your strong defence of your boyfriend. You wandered off before they could say more, catching up with Max a couple hours later when he had debriefed and collected his trophy, looking a lot more chilled out than earlier.
Hey, Schatje he mumbled gently, leaning down to kiss you on the lips after pulling you from a conversation with the other WAGs. Max! you had exclaimed brightly, congratulating him on his win and letting him know just how proud you were of him. You knew he would be tired - we could go to the red bull celebration yacht party for 30min, show our faces, and then play hooky back to ours? I already put in a dinner order for your favourite lamb kebabs.
Max smiled down at you - you knew him so well, always knew what to say and when he wanted to relax. Sounds amazing, Schat he voiced in agreement. Later, after eating dinner at home, Lando sent him a trending insta reel with the caption âMate, sheâs too good to you, you bagged a queen.â Max grinned, expecting some fanmade memes about you and him as he clicked the link (he has seen all the Queen Y/N and heâs justâŚKen Max tweets already. You were a well liked figure on the paddock for years with your well mannered speech, excellent dress style and courteous relationships with most of the staff.)
He was suprised to instead see an interview post race of you defending him staunchly, shutting down any opportunity the reporters used to manipulate your words. He walked into his bedroom to find you conveniently waiting for him in bed again, nose buried in one of your romance models, and started laughing at how effective you were at putting the media clowns in their place. Thanks for sticking up for me always, liefje. You smiled back at him with pure adoration - of course Maxie, thatâs the advantage of dating a lawyer, right?
He agreed enthusiastically, so caught up on now yapping about the race as he climbed into bed with you that he didnât even notice the sexy little outfit you had planned just for him, covering you up with his soft duvet before you could properly twirl around and showcase it for him. Your eye twitched again as he yawned in between statements, grabbing your waist and bringing your back in against him, spooning you while his voice gently trailed off, falling asleep.
Meanwhile, your mind was running at 100 miles a minute, a scowl on your face. This was ridiculous, you had gotten all dressed up in an overpriced beautiful outfit just for your boyfriend to get distracted by a 3min interview you had done with an asshole reporter and then fall asleep instead of ravaging you?? You had tonight would be the perfect night, for you to be the one to support him for once, be the perfect outlet for his stress, to use you and manipulate your body for his own pleasureâŚheat pooled in your gut at your dark thoughts, and you grow wetter between your legs at the mental image of max having his way with you. Maybe it still wasnât too late. Sighing gently, you closed your eyes, pretending to drift into sleep but moving your plump, barely covered ass behind you to gently grind up on your boyfriendâs cock, which was now rapidly hardening with your practised movements. You sensed Max had awakened when you felt his arms tighten around you, keeping you still in an effort to stop you from exciting him to much while you were still asleep and he couldnât act on it.
Mmmhmm, maxie, feels so good~ you moaned, still keeping up the facade of having a wet dream, breathing getting heavier and pushing your tits against the edges of his fingers that were wrapped around your waist. You felt him exhale sharply as he came into contact with your hardened nipples, a smirk on your face. Your grinding had managed to push the duvet partially off, exposing your red lingerie in the moonlight - surely this would be enough to drive any man crazy!!
You heard him sigh behind you, shifting slightly and inadvertently pushing his cock against your skimpy underwear as he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck - and you had to hold back a squeal with how hard and big he felt against you, this was it, he was finally going to give in and fuck you awake while he thought you were having a wet dream, he could slide it right in, you were ready for it, for him, you were soo wet already just from imagining it, this was so hot-
Your fantasies are quickly shut down as max easily used his strength to turn you around so your face was buried into his chest again, your ass now devastatingly much too far away to get any action, and began rubbing your shoulders soothingly to get you to fall into a deep sleep again. You almost combusted at the action before deflating and accepting defeat once more. Your kind boyfriend of course would never toe the line of having sex with you in a dubious way were you were asleep. You wanted - no needed, to bring Mad Max out in your bedroom, and you were determined to do whatever it took.
Over the next few weeks you threw countless strategies Maxâs way. Leaving your dirty romance books out in plain view, sometimes even opened up to a page right in the middle of a jaw dropping sex scene. Lacier and lacier bralettes and panties left everywhere to prompt him. âAccidentallyâ deleting his best SIM race time record on his rig. But nothing seemed to be working - max diligently tidyed up the stray underwear, reshelved the books, and generously forgave you for the SIM error before setting a new record later that night instead of fucking you angrily like you had planned. You got more frustrated as both your work schedules became busier, leaving you less time to connect with him. Fuck, last weekend - last weekend you had even thrown out all your boxes of condoms before jumping into Maxâs arms when he had come home, laughing and eager to see you. One thing let to another and he was as eager to be inside you as you were to have him inside you, voicing Itâs been too long Schat, Iâve missed your sweet body so much, so beautiful for me in between kisses as he reached for the bedstand drawer to grab a condom - only to find it empty. You pretended to have a confused look on your face (truly, you deserved an Oscar for your performance this past month) before oh so innocently suggesting Maxie, we- we donât have to use one if you donât want, Iâm on the pill -
And there it was - a brief darkening of your boyfriendsâ normally loving ice blue eyes, his sharp gaze on you at your suggestion of doing it raw for the first time - before he schooled his features back to normal and gave you a sweet kiss, Itâs okay Schat, youâre too sweet, you donât deserve to feel uncomfortable for my sake, Iâll just grab some from the corner store, da? He was off you before you could protest, promising he would be back soon as you blinked away tears of frustration and denial that yet again your plan had failed. When he finally entered you later that night, ever so gently, condom and all, you closed your eyes tight and imagined how each vein and ridge of his thick cock might feel when fully buried inside you to the hilt, if that goddamn condom broke, if he spilled all of his thick, creamy cum inside you, so much that it spurted out the sides, leaking everywhere, claiming you as his and no one elseâs, making such a filthy, filthy mess-
- you came harder than you had the whole month, burying your face in Maxâs shoulder to contain the scream that threatened to spill out. You sighed as you came down from your high. Fuck, you needed a drink.
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A/N: Follow along for Part 2 of this 3 part series to see if dear reader will finally manage to uncockblock herself and release Mad Max!! đđ
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where thereâs sparks, thereâs fire!
pairing: patrick zweig x fem!reader
summary: you canât tell if patrick hates you as much as you hate him. every time you see him heâs constantly talking to you, touching you, trailing behind you. but heâs only doing all that to piss you off. you think back to tashi telling you itâs obvious that he wants to fuck you. you donât see it. patrick wants to fuck everyone, youâre not special.
âor: patrick zweig is a slut. you can't stand him.
word count: 4.6k
contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yâall!), public sex (doing it in a coat closet lmao), more hate sex, swearing, fighting as foreplay, light choking, light hair pulling, degradation, even more hints of mean!reader cause i really do live for that shit, tashi and reader are cute besties always, porn with a little plot, no use of y/n.
authorâs note: i originally wanted to post a tashi fic next but i realized i don't have any like actual full on plot filled patrick works lmao i felt bad neglecting him and my patrick girlies so yeah. once again had literally so much fun writing this, like i hardcore love this niche!!! i ride so hard for it!!! the tashi fic i'm working on also falls into this category lols and yes this is fourth of july themed and it's late shut up i cannot write fast for the life of me...anyway! to the anons who requested something like this, hope you love it! okay bye mwah xoxo.
Patrick Zweig is a huge slut.
Everyone knows that. He doesn't even go to Stanford but he's still somehow managed to sleep with a third of the girls on campus, maybe even more than a few guys too if the rumors going around are true.
You hate him. Hate isn't even a strong enough word. You loathe him. You despise him. You detest him. Pick any other fancy synonym, the point still stands. You just really fucking hate him.
It blows your mind that someone as sweet and angelic as Art would be best friends with someone like him. Someone who's so obnoxious, so arrogant, so crass. Artâs the guy that goes out of his way to protect you from the gross frat bros at parties, only to bring his very own as a plus one.
Sigma Nu throws a rager every year on the fourth, extending invites to those who are still in Stanford for the summer. The womenâs tennis team is always invited, and Tashi always ends up convincing you to go. Well, sheâs less convincing than she is more forcing you, but itâs basically the same thing to her anyway. She did your makeup and wrestled you into a Hollister dress, vowing to get you laid as she straightened your hair.
Tashiâs almost more invested in your sex life than you are, constantly hand-picking guys on campus for your consideration. She actually offered up Patrick once when you told her you wouldnât fuck any of the guys on campus at all. The two of you were practicing, she suggested it as casual as ever while returning your serve. You were so shocked you stopped in your tracks, letting the ball fly right past you. She assured you she wouldnât mind if you did, that what the two of them had was quote âNothing serious, heâs just a really good fuck.â and that you should âTotally do it. He definitely wants to fuck you, I can tell.âÂ
You just brushed her off, ignored the way she smirked knowingly at you over the net. Your cheeks burned as you served again, you wrote it off as annoyance. As if you would ever let Patrick Zweig fuck you.
You lost Tashi when she took off to the bathroom, texting you that sheâd be a while thanks to a long line outside the door. You were leaning against a wall nursing a half-empty cup of jungle juice when he came up to you. You canât remember his name, you think it starts with a B. Something like Brandon? Or maybe Brian? One or the other.
Heâs Sigma Nuâs secretary, you sit three seats down from him in your economics lecture. Tashi says he has a crush on you, and heâs nice for a frat guy but heâs definitely not your type. Heâs been droning on about his upcoming trip to his family's summer house in Cabo for almost ten minutes. You try your best to seem interested, humming and nodding every couple seconds. Youâre in the middle of tuning him out when a loud, familiar voice calls out your name.Â
âThere you are!â Patrick Zweig shouts from a few feet away, ugly American flag patterned flip flops smacking against the ground as he makes his way over to you. Heâs wearing a bright red button down and white cargo shorts you scrunch your nose up at. Heâs tanner than the last time you saw him, legs long and even more toned. âIâve been looking everywhere for that pretty face.â He coos sweetly, his hand that isn't holding a bottle of Bud Light comes up to pinch your cheek.
You scoff, smacking his hand off your face. âYou found me, so you can go bother someone else now,â you say, rubbing your cheek lightly. âBye.â You press, waving your hand dismissively when he makes no move to walk away.
Patrick grins, unfazed by your reaction, he steps in even closer. âYeah, I missed you too,â he says breezily, his breath smells like cheap beer and camel blues. Heâs just as tall as you remember. He has tacky blue shutter shades resting on the top of his head. His eyes rake over your body shamelessly, lingering on the low dip of your neckline. âCute dress.âÂ
You ignore him, rolling your eyes before turning your attention back towards Brandon/Brian. Heâs silent now, eyes flicking between you and Patrick skeptically. âAre you like, together, or something?âÂ
You laugh loudly, quickly shaking your head âNoâ. Patrick beats you to speaking though, âGod no, man.â he says through a laugh, dark curls bouncing as he shakes his head. âI came over here to warn you.â He continues, voice and expression going overly serious like heâs not talking out of his ass.
Brandon/Brianâs brows furrow, clearly confused. âWarn me?â he asks, head tilting to the left slightly. His puka shell necklace makes a small clicking sound as he moves.Â
Patrick nods his head gravely, clapping his free hand down on Brandon/Brian's shoulder a little too roughly to be considered friendly, shaking him back and forth like a rag doll. âYeah, best of luck trying to get inside that snatch, man.â he says earnestly, jerking his head in your direction. âCauseâ sheâs really fucking pickyââ
You whip your head in his direction to cut him off, grimacing in disgust. âYou would say snatch, you sick fuck.â you snap, red solo cup crunching quietly in your hand. Patrick just laughs, dropping his hand from Brandon/Brianâs shoulder. Anger stews inside you the longer he looks at you with that stupid shit-eating smirk on his face.Â
You canât tell if Patrick hates you as much as you hate him. Every time you see him heâs constantly talking to you, touching you, trailing behind you. But heâs only doing all that to piss you off. You think back to Tashi telling you itâs obvious that he wants to fuck you. You donât see it.
Patrick wants to fuck everyone, youâre not special. Sure, he may feel the constant need to be a horn-dog when heâs around you. That doesnât mean anything. Patrickâs just gross, constantly making crude comments or lame innuendos. What Tashi fails to see is him making sex jokes around you is just another way he can piss you off. Itâs not an open invitation into those god-awful shorts.Â
Patrick takes a small step back, big hands raising in mock surrender. âAlright, alright. Put the claws away,â You try to ignore the way him saying your name in that goddamn infuriating condescending tone makes your cheeks start heating up. Patrick leans his shoulder on the wall next to you, looking down at you with a small grin on his face. âI actually wanted to congratulate you on cracking the top twenty.â He takes a long sip of his beer, head lolling to the side lazily as he swallows. âLucky number 14.â
Youâre not too proud to admit that Patrick is kind of hot, especially in this lighting. Heâs objectively a hot guy, and he knows it. All tall and firm looking even in his horrendous outfit. But heâs kind of cute too, in an ass-holey way. His hair's a mess of soft-looking black curls and his ears stick out from his head sort of endearingly. Heâs close enough that you can see heâs got a little brown in his eyes, and long lashes. Thereâs a handful of freckles sprinkled over the bridge of his nose.Â
His big, strong nose that looks like it could work wonders between your legs. Or at least thatâs what youâve heard from Jen in your chem lab. Maybe this jungle juice is stronger than you thought.
Patrick's smirk widens, wolfish and dirty like he can see what youâre thinking. âThatâs pretty impressive.â he continues, his tone a mix of genuine admiration and teasing. "Especially for someone who's always so...busy." He lets the last word hang in the air, a clear innuendo that makes your blood boil all over again.
"Busy training," you snap back, not willing to let him get under your skin any more than he already has. "Some of us have actual work ethic, Patrick. We put in the hours on the court instead of fucking anything that breathes, you know? So we donât look like idiots that get their ass handed to them on tour by nobody scrubs."
You can feel the heat start to simmer in your stomach, anger and frustration bubbling beneath the surface as Patrick's presence continues to grate on your nerves. The tension between you is thick, amplified by the chaotic energy of the party swirling around you. You see Brandon/Brian take a long, awkward sip of his beer as he steps away, turning on his heel to quickly disappear into the sea of bodies crowding the living room. You roll your eyes internally, pussy.
Patrick grins, not deterred in the slightest. âYouâve been keeping up with my matches?â His voice is low and pleased sounding, shiny green eyes slowly getting swallowed by the black of his pupils.Â
You pause, owlishly blinking up at him in silence. Youâve been caught. Shit.
You can feel the immediate warmth of embarrassment burning hot on your cheeks as you cast your gaze to the floor. âOnly when I need to cheer myself up, a losing streak that high is actually laughable.â You mutter to the floor, lightly swirling your drink in your cup.Â
Patrick laughs loudly, throwing his head back in amusement. âStill thinking about me though.â he says matter-of-factly, a lazy grin taking over his face.
His audacity sends another wave of anger and embarrassment through you, your grip tightens around your cup. "Only because you make such a spectacle of yourself," you retort sharply. "It's hard not to notice when you're crashing and burning so publicly."
Patrick's grin doesn't falter. If anything, it widens. "I'll take what I can get from you," he says, his tone a blend of amusement and something else that you can't place. "But seriously, congratulations. You deserve it."
His unexpected sincerity throws you off, and for a moment, you donât know how to respond. It's rare to see Patrick in a light that isnât coated in sarcasm or sleaze. You catch a glimpse of something genuine in his expression, something that almost resembles respect, and it confuses you.
It confuses you, and it makes something warm start to burn in your stomach. You canât afford to feel any warm, fuzzy feelings around a guy like Patrick, not if you donât want to get majorly fucked over the second he gets bored of you.Â
You donât know how to react so you do what makes sense, you lash out.
âGod, will you just fuck off and leave me alone Patrick,â you say, tone over-dramatic and long-suffering as you tip your head up to the ceiling in annoyance. âIâm trying to have fun.â A lie. The party kind of sucked compared to last years. You were planning on talking Tashi into leaving when she came back, but he didnât need to know that.
Patrickâs cool exterior finally cracks, letting out a quiet huff of disbelief as a frown starts tugging at the corners of his mouth. âJesus Christ, what the hell is your fucking problem? Iâm being sincere.â The playful light in his eyes is gone, replaced by something darker.
You let out a loud laugh, shaking your head in amusement. âMaybe Iâd believe that if you werenât such an ass. I know you too well, Patrick.â You say, tone mean and condescending. You know heâs right, on some level, but that doesnât stop you.Â
Patrick is silent for a beat, eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes you want to start squirming. He lets out a quiet, bitter laugh, bringing his beer up to his lips to take a long sip. You watch the way his throat moves as he swallows, the way his lips look wrapped around the neck of the bottle. You feel a familiar heat start to pool between your legs, thighs clenching involuntarily as your mind envisions something else his slick, pink lips would look good wrapped around.Â
He drops the bottle to his side, finally breaking the silence. âYou know, now I do believe you.â he says casually, swiping his tongue over his lips lazily. âYou must really not be getting any dick acting like this much of an uptight bitch.â
You reel back in shock, his words hitting you like a punch in the gut. The wave of fury that sweeps through you is almost tangible, your vision narrowing to a tunnel that begins and ends with Patrickâs infuriatingly smug face. âWhat did you just say?â you ask completely taken aback, voice low and rough. Your hand twitches at your side with the need to throw your drink in his face, anger and embarrassment lapping white hot flames in your stomach.Â
Patrick just scoffs, heated gaze not breaking from your own. âYou heard me.â He says, jaw set stubbornly. âYou need like, emergency dick, or something to chill the fuck out for once.âÂ
You feel your heart rate spike, your free hand clenching into a tight wrist by your side. âYouâre a fucking pig.â your voice shakes with anger, you feel sweaty and hot all over. The heat swirling between your legs is persistent.
Patrick laughs, a loud and infuriating sound. âCome on, we both know youâre fucking begging for someone to give you what you need.â He says like itâs obvious, you clench your fist a little tighter. He takes a step closer, voice dropping down to a whisper meant just for you. âI can help you with that. I can fuck all that bratty shit right out of yoââ
Youâre reacting before you can stop yourself, hand flying up to slap him hard across the face. The loud crack pierces through the room, loud enough that a few eyes turn in your direction. Patrick's head snaps to the side, the shades resting on the top of his head fly off.Â
Your heart stops, hands shaking with the realization of what you just did. You expect Patrick to flip out, start shouting and threatening to sue you or whatever else it is that rich people do. Time seems to slow down as he turns his head, and when he looks back at you, there's no trace of anger in his eyes. Instead, they're dark with something else entirelyâ something that makes your stomach flip.
He licks his lips, a slow, deliberate motion, and then he laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine. A clear hand print grows steadily, red and angry on his cheek. "Fuck." he breathes, his hazy eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.Â
Youâre stuck staring at each other for what feels like hours, the music and chatter from the party reduced down to a low hum as youâre caught under Patrickâs heavy gaze.
He drops his beer bottle on the floor carelessly, hand shooting out to grab your wrist tightly and drag you away from the living room. Your cup falls from your grip, splashing down onto the hardwood in a red sticky mess. You fall into step behind him, letting him guide you into the hallway outside the living room before he lurches to a stop in front of a closed door, ripping it open and shoving you inside. Patrick follows quickly, closing the door behind him and bathing the coat closet in darkness.Â
Itâs a tiny closet, youâre pressed up against too many coats fighting for space on the tiny rack, kicking loose shoes around as you try to find your footing. âPatrick, Iââ You start, but you're cut off by a strong hand gripping your forearm and whipping you around. Your back hits the door with a dull thud, you donât have any time to react before his lips are on yours.
The kiss is the opposite of gentle, Patrickâs lips are almost violent as they move with yours. Your hands tangle in his soft hair, kissing back just as roughly. He hisses into your mouth as you twist the strands in your grip meanly, pressing you into the door harder. His tongue forces its way past your parted lips, claiming your mouth fiercely. He tastes like beer, his fingertips are rough and calloused on your skin, pulling you closer as if he wants to meld into you.
âIf you donât want this, say the word and Iâll stop right now.â He says against your lips, breathless and rumbly. His hands squeeze your hips reassuringly, his own version of sincerity softening the moment.
Yeah fucking right.
âZweig,â you say slowly, yanking his hair roughly. âIf you donât shut up and fuck me in the next ten seconds, Iâll kill you.â
Patrick grins wildly, surging forward to connect your lips again. Your hands find the buttons of his shirt as the two of you kiss, working them open one by one until you get too frustrated and rip the two half-open sides apart. Buttons clatter onto the floor of the closet, Patrick groans into your mouth, breaking the kiss with a huff. âI liked that shirt, dick. You owe me twenty bucks.â
Youâre not listening, eyes trained on the bare skin of his chest as everything seems to slow down for a second. Of course, youâve seen Patrick shirtless before, when heâs on the court and itâs above ninety or when heâs taking up space in Artâs dorm. This feels different, a completely new situation where itâs actually okay for you to stare at the expanse of his torso.Â
You canât help reaching out to touch him againâ running your greedy hands down his chest, his abs, the sharp âvâ cut of his hips that makes its way into the waistband of his shorts. Your manicured nails scratch through the dark hair of his happy trail, you can see the muscles in his stomach jump.
âFuck,â you whisper breathlessly and immediately regret it. He was already insufferableâ all you fucking needed was for him to know how you felt right now. How the sight of his barely undressed body is making your pussy soak through your panties.
Patrick doesnât even gloat, just uses his tight grip on your hips to flip you so youâre pressing onto the door harshly. He impatiently yanks the skirt of your dress up, wasting no time in hooking a finger on the lace of your panties and moving the fabric to the side for easier access.
You hear him pop the button of his shorts open, his zipper following close behind. âYou have no idea how long Iâve waited for this.â He says, sliding the thick tip of his cock through your slick lips, brushing himself against your entrance teasingly. âIâm gonna make you think twice about bitching me out ever again.â He seals his promise by grabbing your hair and yanking, causing a surprised whine to fall from your lips. His voice is so patronizing, but you arenât getting mad like you should be. Youâre just getting wetter, getting desperate with the need for him to get inside you right fucking now.
You grit your teeth in frustration, exhaling sharply through your nose. âI hate you.â You hiss, grinding back against his hard cock. You gasp raggedly as he starts to sink himself inside you, not stopping until his hips are flush against your ass. âShit!â Your hands grip the door so hard youâre scared one of your nails will break. The stretch of him burns in the best way possible. Youâd never say it out loud, not wanting to inflate his ego anymore than you probably already have, but heâs definitely the biggest cock youâve taken. Almost porn-star big.
âI know.â He replies easily, hiking your thigh up with his hand as his hips start to pound mercilessly into the meat of your ass, not even giving you time to get used to the thick stretch of him. The loud smack of skin on skin fills the tiny closet easily, you hope to God the amount of clothes shoved in here somehow muffles the sound. The rough denim of his shorts scratches against your raw skin, adding to the sting of his hips.
Patrick was pounding into you in a way that makes you feel every inch of him. His cock felt impossibly big, filling you up like he was carving a place for himself inside of you. The sting in your pussy at the stretch of him is mind-numbing, you think youâd collapse from how hard your thighs were shaking if he wasnât practically holding you up.
His big hand grips the sensitive skin of your inner thigh hard enough that itâll probably be bruised by tomorrow. You distantly hope heâs high up enough that your tennis skirt will cover it, because if not itâll be a hard thing to talk your way out of.
You throw your head back, a strained moan erupting from your lips. Your nails scratch at the paint on the door's edges, raking small lines down the wall. The loud squelch of your pussyâs overflowing wetness every time he sinks back inside you would be embarrassing if you had the mental capacity to care.
âFuck yeah, keep making those slutty sounds, baby. Want the whole fucking party to hear how good Iâm making you feel on this cock,â he mutters, hiking your leg up higher so he can pound into you deeper.
He drops your thigh, sliding his hand up your body and around your throat. You whine loudly, pushing back into his thrusts harder. Guys have tried the choking thing in the past, but Patrickâs hand is the only one thatâs felt right. His long fingers curling around your throat like they belong there.
âShit, fuck- donât stop.â you mewl, lips parted in ecstasy. His hand squeezes a little tighter, not enough to cut off your breathing, just enough to get your eyes rolling back into your head as your pussy weeps around the thick length of his cock.
âThatâs it, taking my fucking cock like you were made for it,â Patrick grates through a groan, gripping your hips and pulling out from your tight hole to spit on where his cock bumps up against your entrance before plunging back in. You jolt at the extra wetness, whining at how dirty it is. âSo fucking tightâ does it hurt, baby?â he asks in a barely breathless voice, laughter edging his tone. âIs my fat cock hurting your tight little pussy?â
âGodâ shit, yes!â you sob loudly, cheek rubbing against the wood of the door as you nod your head frantically. âHurts so fucking good.â You stop caring about inflating his ego, letting moans fall freely from your lips as you get closer to the edge.
âFuck yeah, Iâm gonna come,â he grunts, his rhythm growing sloppy and erratic as his muscles tense. He wraps your hair in his other hand, pulling hard enough to make your neck crane back awkwardly. He leans forward, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. âI can feel you, fucking clenching up on me so tight,â he whispers, still pounding into you roughly. âI know youâre close. Do it. Come all over my cock like a slut.â
Patrick's hand tightens around your throat as he talks, cutting off your air for just a second. âPatrick!â Your voice sounds weak and strained, your hand coming up to wrap around his wrist desperately.
He pulls out abruptly, dropping your hair from his fist to frantically jerk his cock, burying his face in your neck. You can hear the lewd shlick shlick shlick of your wetness help his hand glide over the skin of his cock quickly. Patrick lets out a loud growl before you feel the sharp bite of his teeth sinking in where your shoulder meets your neck, muffling a loud groan of your name as he sprays hot come over the skin of your lower back and the swell of your ass.Â
The feeling of Patrickâs hand wrapped around your throat as his come paints your skin has you catapulting over the edge. Eyes rolling back in your head as your convulsing pussy gushes wet over his spent cock.Â
You drag in greedy lungfuls of air, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. âYou came first.â You say breathlessly, voice scratchy and hushed. Patrick chuckles against your skin, swatting the tender flesh of your ass lightly.Â
âShut the fuck up.â He mutters half-heartedly, nuzzling his nose in your neck in a way that seems far too intimate for what the two of you just did. You donât say anything.
Patrick eventually peels himself off your back, but the warmth of his body stays wrapped around you as he starts to gently wipe your skin clean. Youâre ready to scold him for using some poor guy's coat as a come-rag, but when you turn your head to glare at him heâs using the inside of his own shirt. You wrinkle your nose, but a tiny smile fights its way onto your lips. So gross, you think with a sort of reluctant fondness.
He leans over to fix your panties back over your puffy, abused pussy. Your thighs continue to shake weakly as you try to stand on your own, still unsteady without Patrick holding you up. He gives you a sweet kiss on the back of your shoulder, smacking his lips loudly. You huff out a tiny laugh, pushing away from the door to face him.
You watch him as he languidly gets re-dressed. He looks well-fucked, his hair and clothes are mess, his face is flushed and sweaty. Your eyes trail down to where heâs buttoning up his atrocious shorts.Â
The fabric around the crotch is darkened with your release, wetness soaking the denim around the zipper and front pockets. You gawk at it, a mix of terror and excitement swirling through your stomach. âYou canât go back out like that.â you say to his shorts, shame burning your cheeks.Â
Patrick follows your gaze down to his crotch. A pleased smirk plays on his lips when he looks back at you. âIâll text you later.â Is all he says, zipping his fly and turning towards the door.Â
âYou donât have my number.â You say, tugging the skirt of your dress down over your hips. You can slowly feel the horny fog leave your brain, leaving you clear-minded and a little panicked.
He cracks the door open, but before walking out of the closet he looks back at you over his shoulder. âArtâll give me your number. â He says casually with a small shrug of his shoulder. You suddenly feel sick, wondering how many other people have heard that line before getting completely ghosted.Â
Patrick must see the negative thoughts running through your mind play out on your face. He gives you an actual smile, one that has his eyes crinkling up the tiniest bit at the corners. âPromise.â He says with a reassuring nod, itâs the most sincere youâve ever seen him. You bite your lip to stop from smiling at the hope blooming in your stomach, nodding back at him slowly. He throws you one last toothy grin before heâs walking out and closing the door behind him.
You sigh contently, staring at the closed door for a few beats before your phone buzzes to life from where it's laying on the floor. You bend over to search for it, blindly rooting around until you see the tiny display light. The ringing stops before you can answer, when you flip the screen up to check your inbox you have seven missed texts and two missed calls.
Four texts and two calls from Art, and just three texts from Tashi.
arty where are you? iâve been looking for you are you okay? hello???
tash you know you're not invisible right? everyone saw your little show have fun <3
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Your secrets are ours, Kid
Yandere BatFam x Reader â CH1 -> CH2 -> CH3 -> CH4 -> CH5 -> CH6 -> CH7 -> CH8 -> CH9 -> CH10
Nightwing, whoâs known for his impressive acrobatic skills and crime-fighting abilities, has become a prominent figure in the city of BlĂźdhaven. Renowned for his fearless approach to taking down criminals and has gained a notable reputation among the superhero community.
The guy's identity is a complete mystery, though. Nightwing works alone, leaving many of us to wonder who the man behind the mask really is. â Some say he has connections to Gotham Cityâs own famous vigilante, Batman.
When the young hero is seen in action, he can be often spotted leaping from rooftops and engaging in daring acts of superheroism, leaving criminals and citizens alike in awe of his skill and courage. Some question if he's a human or something more, while others simply look on in admiration. Despite the secrecy surrounding his identity, Nightwing's reputation seems to grow endlessly.
Then thereâs Red Hood, the dark and brooding vigilante of Gotham City, a fearsome sight to behold. His red mask and signature pistols make him easily recognizable, and his actions leave criminals trembling in terror.
Some have speculated him being a former criminal reforming his ways while I believe that he too has ties to our one and only Batman. Despite his dark demeanor and ruthless tactics, it seems clear to me that there is a connection between the two. There has been a lot of evidence submitted for their collaboration, even if they choose to deny it publicly. Though, Batman, known for his strict code of ethics, would not typically associate himself with someone as morally ambiguous as Red Hood. But the circumstantial evidence is too compelling to ignore.
Regardless, Red Hood's impact on the criminal underworld is undeniable. He uses violence and intimidation to enforce his own brand of justice, which is rather admirable, yet causing many to question his brutal methods.
Next up is our one and only Batman himself, the dark knight of Gotham City. Heâs a mystery in itself. His tall, imposing stature is enough to strike fear into the hearts of criminals, and his reputation as a master detective and fighter only enhances his mystique.
I have been trying to piece together the puzzle that is Batman's identity. Who is the man under the mask? What drives him to take on Gotham's criminals with such determination?
Though the billionaire Bruce Wayne has long been suspected as the man behind the mask, no concrete evidence has ever been presented. His true identity remains a puzzle, something that adds to his allure and intrigue. Every lead I follow seems to hit a dead end. The playboy is too obvious, too niche. What would motivate a Wayne, someone brought up into filthy wealth, who wastes his money on grand galas and prostitutes, into defending this city? The theory is too far reached.
Next are Red Robin and Robin. Batmanâs sidekick-associates. Their partnership with Batman has been evident in their actions and fighting style. However, a rumour has been running around, theorising that the newer Robin was a young child when he had first joined Batman at his side.
Would our beloved hero really force a minor into sighting the dark dangerous streets of Gotham? Would he_
As you sat uncomfortably at the countertop of your kitchen, typing away on your laptop, you were suddenly interrupted by the unexpected sound of someone clearing their throat. You look up from the bright screen to see your roommate standing in the doorway, arms crossed. You raise an amused brow, a grin tugging at your lips at the sight of the other male in pyjamas rather than the usual broody black clothes and leather jacket. You click save and shut off the computer, turning fully to face him. âYes, Jayson dear?â
Jasonâs nose scrunches at the name, even as he stands in the doorway wearing nothing but a thin, well-worn shirt and pants. He looks like a child, which is somehow more than a little endearing. His eyes flickering up and down your frame as he appraises you. Despite the relaxed state his attire provides, his expression is as serious as ever. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of the worn flannel pants heâs sporting, but it does little to make him look anything other than intimidating.
He raises a brow, tilting his head as he looks at you, watching you save your work and then turn to face him. âDonât âyes, Jayson dearâ me, smartass.â
You snort, moving off of the chair and stretching out, the cracks in your back loud enough for him to purse his lips at. âWell arenât you sour this fine morning.â
Jason scoffs, narrowing his eyes. âItâs four am.â He mutters, crossing the kitchen to get to the coffee pot. He doesnât really need the caffeine, but he likes the routine. He grabs a mug from one of the cabinets, filling it up with black coffee. Heâd just snuck back in after his patrol, not expecting to see you up.
âAnd Iâm not sour,â he says a bit petulantly, taking a sip of the coffee before setting it aside. âIâm concerned.â
Your brow raises higher, turning to the worn down clock practically glued to the wall from all the times youâve both hit it to get the ticking sound to shut off. Itâs a digital, why does it need to make such an annoying sound? âHuh. I guess it is.â
He rolls his eyes, not at all surprise that you would lose track of time so easily when you got lost in your writing. âYeah, you do that sometimes,â he grumbles, taking another sip of coffee.
He looks you over, studying you intently as he crosses his arms. âHow long have you been working?â
You hum, looking out the window into the polluted skies of Gotham. The sun had risen. âWhat answer will make you the least angry?â
âNone of them,â Jason says, a scoff escaping his lips. His jaw twitches slightly as he watches you stare out the window, and he canât help noticing how tired you look. Heâs seen you like this before, pushing yourself to the brink just to finish a project, just to get everything perfect.
âHow long?â he asks again, his voice a little softer this time.
â...â you sigh, looking away from the window to face him once more. âAll night.â Before he can open his mouth to reprimand you, you cut in. âBut! My project is due today. And Tim will decapitate me if Iâm late on another assignment...â You rub the side of your face tiredly, displaying an uneven smile.
Jasonâs annoyance melts away into concern as you speak. He can tell youâre exhausted, and the thought of you pushing yourself so hard for so long makes him want to wrap you up in a blanket and force you to take a nap.
But he canât do that. Not when youâre an adult, not when youâre not actually his little sibling. Yet. He settles for crossing the kitchen and putting a hand on your shoulder. âYou need to take care of yourself,â he says firmly. âYou wonât be any good to your professor if you pass out from exhaustion.â
You grin softly and give a tired nod, fishing out your phone to check the universityâs time table. âI only have to go in at nine forty.â
âAnd then you only have to endure a full day of classes,â Jason says dryly, narrowing his eyes. He gently takes your phone out of your hand and tucks it into his pocket. âNo more work until then.â
Your eyes widen at the action, quickly scrambling to get the device back. âYouâ Jay!â You huff, leaning back against the hard counter. His gaze set sternly on you. You feel small under his gaze, as if heâs your father disappointed in you for stealing a tenner.
Jason crosses his arms once more, his eyes never leaving your face. Looking like the definition of a disapproving older brother. âNo,â he says firmly, his voice stern. âYou need to rest. I canât have you passing out in the middle of class.â
He takes a step closer, looming over you as he stares you down. âYouâre gonna take a nap, and then youâre gonna eat a proper breakfast. Got it?â
You can do nothing but glare. Cursing under your breath and walking past him. Youâll have to complain to Tim about this later.
He watches you stalk past him, a smirk on his face. He can practically hear you swearing at him in your head. He takes a moment to finish off his coffee before following you into the living room.
âWhat, no clever comeback? No witty remark?â he teases, leaning against the wall and watching you storm into the living room. âAre you actually listening to me for once?â
You make a show of laying down on his red beanbag, tugging the blanket off of the couch to drape over your form and throwing up the middle finger at him.
Jason canât help but chuckle at your childish display. He moves towards you slowly, stopping when heâs close enough to look down at your face. He crouches down beside you, a smirk on his lips. He places your laptop on the table opposite you and your phone next to it.
âReal mature, kid.â He says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He ruffles your hair then stands, descending back into the kitchen. âIâll wake you up an hour before you gotta leave, donât worry.â
You sigh, mimicking him in an exaggeratedly high pitched voice. âIâll wake you up an hour before you have to leave, mehmeheh.â
No use of y/n, currently gn leaning towards male.
Things to note: reader is unaware that the Batfamily members are related yet, age is young adult (19-20), everyone is aged up.
Any questions or feedback is appreciated.
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ŕŠâŠ top of everything (smau) ŕŠâŠ
pairing : max verstappen x male reader
summary: max is best because he believes he is the best ( in everything )
tw : fluff; a little suggestive
fc : vinnie hacker
a/n : MY FIRST MALE READER FIC ! if you donât like reading it, please donât read, but leaving hate is not an option, AND I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY HOMOPHOBIC COMMENTS, you donât like it or support, just skip it ! lysm đŤśđť
¡:・シďžďžď˝Ľ âŠ ď˝Ľďž ď˝ĽďžÂˇ:・シďžďžď˝Ľ シďžÂˇ:・シďžďžď˝Ľ âŠ ď˝Ľďž ď˝ĽďžÂˇ:・シďžďžď˝Ľď˝ĽďžÂˇ:・シďžďžď˝Ľ âŠ ď˝Ľďž ď˝ĽďžÂˇ:・シďžďž
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ynhacker my love is a monster in the show ( and đ )
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user1 HE IS GAY !?
user2 LMAO BOTH THE ACTORS IN MONSTER ARE GAY !?
user3 CHAVEZ IS GAY !?
nicholaschavez I am never letting you click pictures of mine
ynhacker alright then, you are not licking my tattoos
user4 SIR FREAK !?
user5 OPEN AN ONLYFANS, YALL WILL BE BILLIONAIRES
user6 me being an old fan and sipping tea âď¸
user7 they loooook so good together
user8 if they have a kid- the gene race is won
user9 both of them are so hot
user10 why are hot men all gay ?
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ynhacker oh, I am both đ
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user1 SOMETHING HAPPENED BETWEEN HIM AND NICHOLAS
user2 WHAT !? THEY BROKE UP
user3 no they didnât, nich still has their pictures
user4 no, I mean, Y/n said that nicholas doesnât like him posting thirsty pictures so for the past 7 months he had not posted even one thirsty selfie
user5 THIS IS A THIRST TRAP !?
user6 they def broke up if y/n is back to posting fuck me daddy photos
user7 he is def the one doing the cardio, not receiving -
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ynhacker they said Latina air and fast cars helps with break ups đ
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user1 THEY BROKE UP đđđ
user2 DAD AND DADDY BROKE UP đđđđ
landonorris it was amazing meeting you !!!
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user3 where did lando spawn out of đ
user4 let him spawn, he is not gay
user5 Lando is dating magui I think
user6 IDC, Y/N'S FUCKBOY ERA IS BACK !!?
user7 we love a hot gay man with hot girl besties đ
mclaren see you soon again!!!
ynhacker definitely admin, coming for the cars and bundas đ
user7 HUH!?
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enews Weeks after rumours, Y/N Hacker, who is the ex-boyfriend of Nicholas Chavez was seen in his car with a mystery man at the gas station in Vegas.
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user1 my man does not waste time đ
user2 who is the mystery man !?
user3 that's..MAX VERSTAPPEN !?
user4 ARIANNA WHAT YOU DOING HERE !?
user5 he is soo drunk
user6 WHY IS HE DRIVING !?
user7 they casually be exposing max breaking laws-
user8 not only the FIA but even FBI will be after him đ
user9 MAX IS GAY !?
user10 nah, they maybe friends ?
user11 I am loving to see this side of max
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ynhacker Jimmy and Sassy love me, he does too well đââď¸
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user1 wasn't he a dog person ?
user2 when did he adopt cats ?
user3 those are Max's cats !!
user4 MAX VERSTAPPEN !?
user5 the f1 grid in the likes-
landonorris max is cursing in Dutch here
ynhacker that's a very Charles thing to do
charlesleclerc EXCUSE ME !?
ynahacker excused, now let Carlos overtake đ
carlossainz55 whenever you come to Spain, tell me, you are not even spending a euro
user6 I am living for these sudden interactions-
maxverstappen1 return my sons
ynhacker they love me more than you đ¤
maxverstappen1 get my sons along with you
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ynhacker shirtless because he does not own any shirt except the redbull one
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redbullracing glad to see our driver doing his duties
ynhacker you certainly are not doing anything for him tho -
landonorris mate, you are going to get him kicked out
ynhacker nah, they will be digging their graves by kicking him out
landonorris YOU can get banned
ynhacker will they mess with Max's plus one?
landonorris point
maxverstappen1 why do you own a phone!?
maxverstappen1 stop clicking random pictures of me
charlesleclerc give the context of the middle on though
ynhacker one word : REDBULL
maxverstappen1 we look cute in the last one
ynhacker it's all you đ¤
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ynhacker Lando's and I are matching 4ď¸âŁđ¤
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user1 his closet is exactly like I imagined
user2 messy like his driving -
user2 is blocked by ynhacker
user3 KING đ
user4 are all the f1 drivers gay ?
user5 wasn't he like dating max ?
user6 and now Lando ?
landonorris can I kill you for exposing my wardrobe ?
maxverstappen1 let me kill you before that
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ynhacker MY CHAMP IS ON THE TOP OF THE CHAMPIONSHIP ( and me đ¤)
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NEIGHBOR BLUNDER, pt. 3 â JJK
in hindsight, you should have seen it coming. had always known your luck â or lack of it, thereof â and the universe's meticulous plan of your downfall made it easy for you to get tangled up in a series of unfortunate events, which presents itself as the neighbor that lives across from you, jeon jungkook.
PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader
GENRE r18+ (fluff, angst, smut) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
CHAPTER WORD COUNTÂ 18.7k
CHAPTER WARNINGS/MISC neighbor!jk, bsf!jimin, accountant!oc software engineer!jk, jk and jimin are chaebols lol, minjoon boyfriends <<<<3, mature language, lots of screaming into your pillow moments, litol bit of #domesticity, FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFFFFFFFFFFFFF, angst if you squint??????????, the x file spoiler lol, suits cameo (me inserting my niche interests into conversations), the biggest warning of this part is: naked jungkook đ
NOTES sorry for being almost 3 hours late efhkjdhfd i overestimated my abilities a bit mb mb anyway, AGAIN, i want to thank you guys for the overwhelming support! i want to take this opportunity to announce that i'll be taking a break from nb for around 2 weeks to work on my new jungkook one-shot fic that i will be posting for his birthday â¤ď¸ if you are interested, i have posted the teaser on my tumblr page. LASTLY pls let me know your thoughts!! i LOVE LOOOVEEE reading every single one of your replies/reblogs/asks. i hope you enjoy this one and have a good weekend ahead!!!!!!Â
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PART ONE | TWO | THREE
You always wonder how a company this big seems to not have any budget lent for a copier that actually works â something that one doesnât need to violently slap just for it to function perfectly.
Youâve been a victim not just once but five times to its inefficiency, the recent mishap being a month ago when the ink blots jumped right over the cuff of your shirt.Â
With the way that youâve been harassing the copier at the very moment, youâll say itâs about to do you wrong for the sixth time and you absolutely canât let it happen anymore â not when youâre currently wearing a white polo shirt that stupidly costs a little too much more than anything in your wardrobe (you decided to spend a little more than usual last New Yearâs).
So, with a last unnecessary kick to the bottom of the machine (out of pure spite) you left the copier room of your floor and think, fuck it â go to the IT department and ask Taemu to back you up from his supervisor so you can use their copier instead â which is something youâre not so sure of.Â
Itâs embarrassing to go there just to ask him for help. Not with your history. But admittedly not that much of a history. After all, he seems to be cool with you and everything seems to be pretty chill. You can just go there; ask a little favor from a friend, and then hurry down to your floor.
There are some other options, though. Like, you can always ask the intern to do it for you. But the thing is, you kind of feel bad for those three. Your co-workers are doing a lot already; asking to fetch them things all around the building, buy them snacks, stuff like that. Thereâs another one but sheâs way too quiet and didnât really take shit from any of her seniors⌠which is kind of intimidating â but she's someone you wish you were when you were also an intern. You personally donât want to help cultivate a somewhat toxic journey for the other three because you also started the same way as them. Beyond that, it would also be too rude to ask favors from Taemu indirectly.
Youâre ultimately left with little and only one choice.
The elevator dings and the doors open after it does so.Â
One of the people in it is a woman youâve never met around before. Long, black hair; tailored suit, slender figure, and a posture that screams sheâs never hunched her back in her entire life.Â
Other people that entered at the same time as you start to bow their heads down slightly and greet a polite, âGood afternoon.âÂ
You mirror their gesture as well.Â
As you step inside and settle on a spot, you wonder who she is.Â
An executive, maybe? She looks very put-together, and thereâs authority that hangs over her frame⌠but exceptionally young in the physical aspect. Jungkook is also young, though â and heâs an executive, so thatâs entirely possible. Additionally, others seem to know her. Or they're just pretending to know her like you did. Did you miss a ceremony? A meeting? Or did you gloss over some HR email again? Youâll have to check later to find out if thatâs the case.Â
Anyway, your curiosity doesnât last long when the elevator doors open once again, indicating the IT department floor.Â
You already texted Taemu awhile ago that you were on your way so he should meet you on-time.Â
As you walk down the hallway with your phone in your hand, your attention is caught by a familiar voice.
âHey,â
You look up from your phone and see Taemu waving not too far away, heading towards your direction. It doesnât take him long to get near you. When he does, you give him a smile.
âTaemu, hi.â You say as a small greeting. Taemu lifts his hand and you thought he was going for a high-five, so you lift your hand as well to meet the gesture. But then he leans in closer, one arm about to enclose your waist, and thatâs when you realize he was actually gearing up for a hug.
Taemu seems to register that you werenât exactly going for the same thing, so he steps back. He seems shy when you look at him in confusion.
âOh, okay, sorry,â He offers his hand again, but just when youâre already thinking about hugging him because that was what he originally meant to do, he speaks just as you lean in closer to hug him. âI thought we were high-five-ing?âÂ
Embarrassed, your hands retreat to yourself.
âI thought... you wanted to hug?â You chuckle.Â
âOkay, letâs justââ Taemu steps closer again and this time, itâs more than clear to you what he wants to do.
You reciprocate the hug he gives.
âThis is so stupid.â You say, chuckling against his neck. The contact is quick as you two simultaneously break apart.
Taemu laughs at your remark, nodding his head. Then he gestures ahead, pointing to the direction of the copy room.
âYour copier not working again?â He asks as you walk down the hallway together.Â
You heave a sigh. âYeah, they really need to change that one. Anyway, have you told Mr. Lee?â You ask, referring to his supervisor.Â
Teamu nods his head, opening the door to the copy room for you.Â
âYeah, itâs fine with him. Just sign the logbook and stuff.âÂ
âThanks, Taemu.â You say, quickly getting to work, feeling slightly delighted at how their machine smoothly does its job and not like the one at all in your department. âHey, Iâm really sorry for bothering you with this.â You lament as you wait for the paper to slide out.
Taemu waves his hand, shaking his head at you. âItâs fine.âÂ
You purse your lips into a thin line, giving him a somewhat apprehensive smile. The paper comes out and you get your thing. After a quick scan to see if the copier got everything right, you look back at Taemu to say, âThanks again, Taemu. I really appreciate this.âÂ
âNo worries. Anytime.â
When you announce that youâre done, Taemu calls your name.
âHm?â You hum, looking at him and wait for his next words.
He looks coy when he rubs a hand on the back of his head.
âCan I take you out for lunch?â He says, and you still in your position. Taemu seems like he surprised himself with his own words. You open your mouth to speak but then he beats you to it quickly, âItâs not a date. I phrased that as a date â but itâs not â ah, this is all coming out wrong,â Taemu chuckles, interrupting himself. With his hands in his slacks' pockets, he leans to a random table inside the room and looks at you with a more confident stance this time, as if he just gave himself a quick internal pep talk after jumbling his words. âWhat I meant to say is, if we can go out for lunch together today?âÂ
You chuckle. You were just about to say yes. Contrary to his assumption, you didnât really take his first question as an invitation for a date. Besides, he helped you with the copier today.
Nodding your head, you offer him a grin as you say, âYeah. Iâll go to lunch with you.âÂ
Taemu walks you to the elevator even though you said he doesnât need to. He's insistent but you let it, anyway.
Taemu puts his hands on both sides of the door before it closes. The ride is pretty much empty except for yourself.
âWhen are you off?â He asks.
You think about it for a moment. âIs 12:15 okay?â
Taemu nods. âSure. See you at 12:15?âÂ
âYeah. Later.âÂ
The elevator closes and you laugh to yourself when you catch Taemu awkwardly waving his hand at you goodbye.
âNo, you didnât, I kicked your ass at mini golf!â You say, laughing as Taemu looks at you with squinted eyes, obviously saying that was absolutely not what happened on your date a few months ago.
âUh, you disregarded all the rules.âÂ
You roll your eyes. âOkay, fine. Rules do not matter, though. Itâs just some stick and a ball and⌠fake grass.âÂ
Taemu laughs, surrendering his hands to the air, nodding when he says, âFair, fair.âÂ
Youâre currently at a restaurant not too far away from your company building. It took Taemu and you about five minutes to get here; just a quick waiting time to cross the pedestrian lane to get from one street to the other.
Looking around, you can actually see some people inside wearing your company lace. The restaurantâs sort of like a famous spot around the company, though, so it doesn't necessarily surprise you. Youâve also had a few company dinners here some time ago.Â
Safe to say, lunch with Taemu is going⌠okay so far.
No â actually, itâs way better than you thought it would be.
You could have never, ever predicted that youâll be out with him alone again after⌠you know, ghosting him. Your whole assessment of his character has also changed a bit after the whole fiasco.
See, some guys start feeling entitled over your permission and consent when you entertain them even just for a bit. When you go on dates and you break it to them that itâs just not working out between you two, they start to act weird. Like youâve hurt them. Or that you lead them on â even though itâs absolutely not the case.Â
But Taemuâs proving himself to be different. You honestly expected him to act like that guy because he seems the type after your first date. But he surprises you by acting the total, complete opposite.
Heâs so⌠nice. So casual. Like nothing happened. You feel bad because right now, you've officially confirmed to yourself that you totally misjudged him.Â
You canât believe youâll say this, but Taemu is not an asshole. Like at all.
Even now, youâre recalling what happened to your date and laughing about some of the memories of it, and it feels so long ago youâre starting to remember it differently.
âAnyway, this milkshakeâs really good,â you say, taking your glass and looking at it curiously.Â
âYeah? I told you,â Taemu grins, eating from his own plate.Â
âYou always come here?â You ask out of curiosity since he seems to be familiar with the menu.Â
âSort of? I mean, I try to take in the city as much as I can.â You nod, recalling what he told you before. He came from Daegu, and itâs his first time in Seoul.
Before you can say anything to that, the waiter comes to your table and gives you your bill.Â
Taemu and you simultaneously take out your wallets. When he sees you do it, though, heâs quick to shake his head, gesturing for you to not bother.
âNo, no, itâs fine. I got it.âÂ
âI got it, too,â You say, smiling at him, already picking out your card, ready to put it inside the check presenter.
â__,â Taemu says your name while chuckling. âI swear, itâs fine. I was the one who invited you for lunch.âÂ
âTaemu,â You call him, using the same tone he used. Taemu grins at that. âI think we should split the bill.â
Itâs only fair, you think. You ate pretty much the same thing.
You hold what felt like a minute staring competition until Taemu gives in and lets you stack your card on top of his in the booklet.
Youâre about to resume eating â pick up on the conversation you left a few minutes ago â when your phone dings on the table, a message popping out on the notification center.
When you read the contact name, your eyes widen but you relax your face real quick lest Taemu asks questions.Â
âSorry,â you say, pointing to your phone. Taemu nods, understanding. You pick the device in your hands, turn to your other side to not be rude, and read the text from Jungkook.Â
Jungkook (Unit 446) [12:47pm]: hey I bought you lunch Jungkook (Unit 446) [12:48pm]: i was gonnna ask you to go with me earlier but I got busy with some papersÂ
Shoot.
Youâve done a pretty good job of not thinking about Jungkook at all for the entirety of the day. You woke up so early this morning that you waited for twenty whole minutes for your bus just so you can avoid seeing Jungkook because everytime his name pops up in your thoughts, you remember what you did the night before and it just messes with your head so much.
Listen, you arenât embarrassed about trying to get yourself off. Itâs just masturbation. Itâs a carnal need and itâs totally normal. What you are not proud of is the way you thought about him â out of all people â and how it actually made you feel⌠a little more motivated to get yourself there.Â
But itâs a slip-up. A big mistake.Â
How are you supposed to look him in the eyes after that and act like you didnât do what you did? Granted, you did stop before it escalated. But still, the point is that you thought about him while you were pleasuring yourself. Even if it was for a tiny bit second, it still counts!
Stupid fucking ovulation, you think to yourself with bitterness. Youâre a much better person without it, you swear. You donât go around thinking about men when you try to get yourself off, not at all! Personally, your head is mostly blank when you go through it.  Â
But Jungkook left two texts. And heâs probably seen the read tag on his end already.Â
You [12:49pm]: I just got lunch ): thank you for buying me one tho thatâs really nice ofu
You turn your phone off after sending your reply, placing it on the empty space of your table. When you look at Taemu, heâs eyeing something behind you. With furrowed brows, the question about what heâs looking at is on the tip of your tongue when he suddenly says,
âIsnât that Mr. Jeon?âÂ
âW-what?â You stammer, not sure if you heard him right.
The knots on Taemuâs forehead fades, and then he nods to himself. âIâm pretty sure thatâs Mr. Jeon. Heâs going this way.âÂ
âWhaââ
âGood afternoon, Mr. Jeon.â Taemu stands up from his seat and does a slight bow for greeting.Â
Without thinking about it, you mirror Taemuâs action, bowing your head longer than necessary.Â
âGood afternoon, M-mr. Jeon,â
Itâs no use to avoid his gaze, though.
When you look at Jungkook, he seems pretty much just as surprised to see you. You look away, but your eyes fall to his hand, and you see that it carries a take-out paper bag from the restaurant. You think about his text.Â
âGood afternoon.â Jungkook says with an easy-going smile. He goes from surprised to casual real quick and glosses over you as if he doesnât know you.Â
You donât really know how that makes you feel.Â
âI was just going, have fun with your lunch.â He says and politely bids his goodbye, going straight to the direction of the restaurantâs door.Â
âHeâs really cool, you know?â Taemu brings up when you both sit down again.Â
âIâ huh?â
âYou must have heard about the new project theyâre starting at the end of this month, right?â He asks curiously.
You sit there stunned. Stunned from earlierâs interaction with Jungkook but also because you donât really know what the hell Taemuâs talking about.
âNo⌠I didnât get any memoâŚ?â You say instead, trying not to act way too oblivious lest he thinks youâre lazy or something. Not that it matters! Youâre not trying to impress him or anything.Â
Taemu nods. âWell, youâll probably know about it soon.â Â
But your head's too far gone now, still stuck on what happened a minute ago.
You look over at your phone while Taemu speaks, hoping for it to light up with a new notification from the messaging app.Â
A few minutes passed by and it doesnât, even when you leave the restaurant.
You donât really know why youâre here.Â
Itâs been three days since that night in Jungkookâs place where you tried to bake in his kitchen, so itâs also been three days since you started practicing during the nights after work to perfect your cookies. Tonight, it just so happens that the cookies finally taste edible and honestly, itâs more than okay.Â
So, maybe thatâs why you find yourself in front of Jungkookâs door with a plastic container in your hands, decently-baked cookies prettily arranged inside.Â
Jungkook was with you when you made those pathetic excuses for cookies, so you thought itâs only fair for him to try these ones and tell you what he thinks. Brag a little. Maybe have a little chitchat if heâs free or whatever.
Itâs also⌠sort of like a peace offering for something he doesnât need to know about. You canât tell him youâre sorry for thinking about him when you did the deed because thatâs just plain weird.Â
Speaking of weird, though, the interaction from yesterday left you feeling a little empty. Thereâs this gnawing feeling inside of you that something went wrong â but you canât exactly point out why. Jungkook also hasnât texted you after that â which isnât out of the ordinary. You donât text everyday and you donât meet every single day, either â for the record. Youâre both busy people. You can only imagine Jungkookâs schedule.
Anyway, if thereâs anything that you learned about your friendship with Jungkook, itâs that you donât need to lie to him. You just have to knock on his door and heâll unintentionally clear your doubts by being the voice of reason because heâs nice like that.Â
You do hope though that tonight clears any weird air between you. Maybe youâll find out later on that thereâs nothing weird going on at all and youâre just overthinking stuff as usual.Â
Youâre about to ring the doorbell twice when the door finally opens, showing you Jungkook still wearing his polo shirt. He looks like heâs just gotten home from work, red tie undone around his neckline and a few buttons popped open.Â
âHi.â You smile.Â
âHey,â Jungkook looks at you, obviously wondering what brought you to his door.
âI wanted to give you this,â you hand him the plastic container which he takes with a confused look. âThose are cookies. I baked them. I didnât give you anything when I baked two nights ago because they were bad.â
âAh,â Jungkook nods, looking down at the plastic. He smiles, then leans on his doorway. âSo itâs good now?âÂ
You gesture a so-so with your hand. âDonât set your expectations too high. Itâs not exactly Poilâne. But it tastes like matcha cookies, I swear.â When Jungkook doesnât say anything for a while, you decide to add, âYou also wonât get food poisoning, if youâre worried about that.â
Jungkook gives you an amused look. âI wasnât⌠worried about that.â
âItâs a simple disclaimer. Just in case, you know, you suddenly feel weird in the stomachâŚâ Jungkook arches his brow while you trail off. You roll your eyes lightheartedly. âIâm kidding.âÂ
He lets out a chuckle and then stands upright. âThank you for this.âÂ
âNo worries,â you say. You shift your weight from one foot to another. âUh, do you wanna grab dinner? Right now?âÂ
Jungkook looks at you apologetically.
âI really wish we could, but I have to finish something tonight. Work stuff.âÂ
âOh,â You nod immediately. âOkay. Uhm, good luck with that.â
He smiles at you. Lifting the container up, he arches his brows, saying, âThank you, again. It looks good.âÂ
âYeah, I hope you like it,â You say. Realizing that thereâs nothing more left to say, you turn on your heel ready to go. But before that, you look back at him one last time. âBye.âÂ
Jungkook grins.
âIâll text you what I think about them.â He says, pointing to the cookies.Â
âOkay, Anton Ego.â Â
You both laugh at that, and you enter your apartment with a small smile on your face.
You donât want to admit it even to yourself, but you might have taken Jungkookâs words about reviewing your baked goods too seriously that you waited for it last night longer than necessary. Even when the night ended and you go to work the next day, which is today, none of his texts come, and you donât think anythingâs coming anytime soon.Â
You try not to think about it too much because he did say heâs busy with work. Youâre sure thatâs the case, so you feel slightly bad for him.Â
Right now, youâre looking for Ms. Seo to get her signature on a document. So you head to the elevator, rushing a bit to get inside the one thatâs about to close. Itâs a little urgent, so you cannot waste any more time.
As soon as you enter though, you notice whoâs in it.
Itâs Jungkook and the woman you saw in the elevator two days ago.Â
Youâre starting to think you need to start using the stairs from now on because your elevator trips are getting too ridiculous.Â
It feels like youâre running on auto-pilot when you greet them both, walking to the side to make space for the other people entering.Â
You wish you went beside the woman instead and not Jungkookâs side because you then have to try real hard not to look at him.
It proves to be an uneasy task when more people squeeze in as the elevator takes a few stops in between floors. You had to taut all the muscles in your body just to not get into any contact with Jungkook, but even with all the effort, it goes unsuccessful, as you brush his arm when you step back to move a little.Â
Jungkook looks at you the same time you do.
âIâm sorry.â You utter, low enough to not cause any unnecessary attention.
A few do turn to stare, anyway. And you canât help but notice the way the womanâs hand moves towards Jungkookâs to hold it as she takes a look at you.Â
Jungkook, meanwhile, gives you that same professional smile he seems to have reserved for every employee that greets him around the building, warm voice saying, âItâs okay.âÂ
Youâre thankful that the next floor is where your stop is.
As you go back to your cubicle, you wonder who the woman is. Again.
There's something about her that feels familiar. She looks familiar. Like youâve seen her before. You canât just figure out where exactly.Â
â__,â Sol calls beside you.Â
âHuh?â
âYouâre not having lunch?â She asks.
âOhâŚâ Right. Itâs currently your break time. âAre you guys going out?â You say, looking at Joonhwi whoâs two cubicles away from you.
Sol shakes her head, taking her coat from the back of her chair. âNo, just at the cafeteria.âÂ
You nod your head. âOkay, Iâll follow in a few minutes, just need to look over some stuff here,â You point to your computer.Â
âOkay. Just text me.âÂ
You give Sol a smile and watch as she and Joonhwi head out of the office.Â
Your gaze falls to the time on your computer.
12:10pm.Â
Is Jungkook possibly having lunch right now? You remember him buying you one two days ago and feel a little sense of regret about not taking it even though it isnât your fault and he shouldâve told you first to give you a little heads-up.
You never really talked about it. You never really talked for the past three days.
But then again, he seems to be busy.
With a little hope in your heart, though, you pick up your phone and decide to send him a text.Â
You [12:12pm]: hey do u want to go out for lunch?Â
Or should you just buy him one like he did for you? Itâs not like youâre trying to up him in a kindness competition. It can just be a small, thoughtful gesture from a friend to a friend.Â
You receive a reply a few seconds after.Â
Jungkook (Unit 446) [12:13pm]: hey __Â Iâd love to
Your lips curl down when you read the next one that comes in a second.
Jungkook (Unit 446) [12:13pm]: but I have a work meeting in 5mins
Oh. Okay. That tracks.Â
You [12:14pm]: okii!! Thatâs totally cool! good luck with work đ
You stand up from your chair and take out your wallet from your bag, going out of your office and sending a quick text to Sol that youâre coming to the cafeteria.Â
When you get there, your peripheral vision catches a familiar figure.Â
You look back, trying to see if itâs someone you know.
Turns out it is. Because itâs Jungkook.
Youâve seen him in the elevator this morning and he wore a grey pair of suit. Youâd also recognize his stature anywhere, but just like how it was inside the elevator, heâs with the woman again; long hair down like it was yesterday, this time adorning a suit dress that hugs her figure really well, her stilettos making her legs look longer but somehow Jungkook still stands a little taller.
For the very brief moment that you laid your eyes on them, you saw how Jungkook had his hand placed on the low of her back, how she laughed at something he said, and how they looked good together from your point of view. It seemed like they were on their way somewhere.
You realize that was what Jungkook meant when he said heâs busy.
They say a silver lining comes in every worst situation possible, and youâre more of an optimist rather than a pessimist so usually, you believe in the concept of silver linings even though right now â it looks like itâs going to be winning the jackpot in the lottery or⌠free education for everybody across the world.
âThe contractor estimates it would be a week-long repair.â
âOne week?â Is your immediate response, disbelief coloring your tone. âIâm sorryââ You try to fix your tone, salvaging yourself from being seen as outright rude in front of your building manager. âYou mean seven whole days?â
The building manager, Mr. Han, nods his head. He looks genuinely apologetic as he delivers the news, for the record.
âThatâs⌠really long.â You say, albeit calmer now. But you still canât imagine it.
âItâs just an estimate. Contractor said it might be faster than that, but they still need to do a full assessment of your unit tomorrow, together with the water damage restoration company. Weâre doing all we can to respond to the situation. Weâre also talking to your upstairs neighbor about the stipulation of his negligence.â
You nod along to his words.
Obviously, itâs his job to ensure everythingâs taken care of, but still, youâre appreciative of the way they are going about the current situation. Youâve heard horror stories about tenants getting into arguments with their building managers or landlords when their apartments experience accidents.
âCan I ask about relocation?â You ask. You have to read your lease again to make sure.
âUnfortunately, itâs not indicated in your lease policy, but your renterâs insurance should cover it. You can also talk to your landlord about reducing your rent for this month due to the inconvenience.â
You nod, giving him a small smile. âOkay. Thank you.â
The plumber and some of the help the building manager employed to dry up your place from the accidental flood had already left a while ago, and soon, Mr. Hanâs figure disappears entirely after a few seconds as you watch him walk down the flight of stairs and away from the building.
You can hear the loud whirring of the air movers placed inside your unit from where you stood on your porch. Your hairâs damp, including some spots on your work clothes from the water that trickled down your ceiling as you panicked earlier to pack some of your belongings in a medium-sized luggage you managed to grab in the timeframe.
Itâs the state that Jungkook catches you in when you see him emerging from the stairs, looking like he also just got back from work.
âHey, what happened?â Jungkook, with his brows furrowed, looks at you with worried eyes, sounding equally concerned.
You sigh. âHey,â you greet weakly. âMy apartment got flooded.â
âWhat?â
âItâs the upstairs neighbor. He apparently left his tub running while he went to work this afternoon,â You take a sharp breath, getting pissed again at the negligence. So goddamn stupid, really. âHe flooded his own place and the water leaked to my ceiling, and when I got back home from work I was welcomed with two inches of water on my floor.â
âWhat the hell?â Jungkook says in disbelief. You nod at his reaction. That is exactly what you said when you heard the story from the property manager. âAre you okay?â He asks, and you appreciate it.
âNot sure about that.â You answer honestly.
Jungkook furrows his brows. âYou called your landlord immediately?â
Letting out a sigh again, you nod and move to sit on your suitcase â the lonesome bag that youâre planning to bring with you to wherever the hell youâre going to stay tonight. You donât even think you have enough clothes in it.
âMy place is a complete wreck. Most of the waterâs drained, though, and the building manager brought some help inside and they put air movers inside to dry the place right now.â You blow air to the strand of hair that escapes from your ponytail out of frustration. âItâs a shitshow, I know.â
âGood that they responded fast,â Jungkook comments, but concern is still etched on his face as he asks you, âHave you called your insurance company yet?â
âYeah, weâre emailing right now.â You tell him, showing your phone. You hate sending email through such a small device but you left your laptop back at the office â which is kind of a good thing, now that you think about it â because it wouldâve gotten flooded had you left it in your place.
âDid you document everything?â
Your response comes in a little curt.
âYes, Jungkook. I did.â The onslaught questions just somehow seemed to prompt irritation in you, and you canât help but add, âI know everything I have to do. Iâm an adult.â
Predictably, you render Jungkook surprised.
âIâ I didnât mean it like that. I apologize.â
When you look up at him, you see his expression softening â and you feel bad for what you just did.
Chill, __. Heâs just asking logical questions.
âNo, Iâm sorry,â You shake your head, feeling a little ashamed for bursting like that. You shouldnât have talked to him like that, anyway. âI donât know why I snapped, youâre just asking the important questions.â
Jungkook hesitantly hovers his hand on your shoulder, and the look he gives you seems to be asking for permission to touch you. You donât even know if thatâs his intention, but you give him a nod.
He smiles, tapping your shoulder for a brief second, saying, âItâs okay. You must be really stressed right now.â
âYou think I canât be calm in this situation?â You look at him with a blank expression. Jungkookâs taken aback and you witness the very split second his smile drops form his face, probably thinking he said something wrong. Then you canât help it, you break. âIâm just fucking with you.â
Jungkookâs brows furrow as he sees you bursting into a gentle laugh, breaking your serious demeanor.
He shakes his head slowly, seemingly incredulous of the stunt you just pulled.
âYou and your jokesâŚâ
âYou shouldâve seen your face.â
âYou got me.â Jungkook chuckles.
âIâm sorry⌠itâs just me trying to ignore the fact that my apartment literally got flooded and those loud and big ass fans they placed inside are about to tear my ears off.â
You see the way Jungkookâs face winces.
âWhere are you staying for the night, then?â He asks.
âI donât know,â you shrug, genuinely not sure about your options. âProbably gonna book a hotel or something.â
Of course youâve thought about Jimin. He can probably easily help you find a place for the meantime but itâd probably be hard with him not being physically in the country just yet. Sol also crossed your mind, but you remember she has a roommate.
Getting a hotel to temporarily stay at is the most obvious option there is. It would be too much of a hassle, not to mention expensive, butâ
âYou can stay at mine for the night.â
You think youâre getting around to Jungkook offering you help without you even asking â but it doesnât mean you still donât get a little taken aback when he gives it so willingly and so quickly like this.
âNo.â You shake your head.
âSeriously.â Jungkook stares at you.
You stare at him right back.
âI canât.â
âWhy?â He raised his brow.
âI canât think of reasons right now.â
âYou donât need to think at all.â
You squint your eyes at him, he does the same.
Soon enough, Jungkook breaks first and laughs.
âCome on! Youâre gonna freeze in here.â
Hesitantly, you say, â⌠Are you sure?â
âWhat are you worried about?â He cocks his head to the side, awaiting your response.
Well. Thereâs a lot to be worried about.
Thereâs the thing where you always just seem to be caught into some shit and then he catches you right exactly in it. Itâs starting to get embarrassing.
But Jungkook just doesnât really seem to mind it.
âNothing, really.â Is what you weakly settled for.
âOkayâŚâ He trails off, raising a brow, obviously a bit confused. âThen whatâs the big deal? Do you really want to go through the hassle of picking out hotels and booking a room at this hour? You have to go to work tomorrow.â
You visibly wince at the mention of work.
Heâs right and you kind of hate it.
âYouâre rightâŚâ you say after a while.
âYouâre staying at mine?â Jungkook asks again, in which you nod your head in confirmation.
You stand up from your suitcase and pull up the handle. Then you look at him sincerely to give him a smile. âThank you. I think this is like the five hundredth time this kind of thing happened between you and I.â
âNot counting.â Jungkook shrugs. âHave you had dinner yet?â
You nod your head. âI went with a friendâ a co-worker.â
Jungkook visibly stills.
âThe guy from a few days ago at the restaurant around work?â
You perk up at that, surprised he still recalls that day.
âYeah, thatâs him. Taemu. From the IT dep.â
He nods. You donât know if heâs interested or not.
You think itâs a bit random that he brought that up, though, but you shake the thoughts away and call his name.
Jungkook looks at you.
âThank you.â You say, hoping he hears the sincerity in your voice.
He chuckles. âYouâre welcome,â Jungkook then gestures to the luggage youâre holding. âLet me.â
Jungkook doesnât wait for you to say yes before he takes the handle from you and carries the luggage with him to the direction of his place just across from yours.
You consciously try to make your steps lighter as you walk out of the shower box, making your way towards your suitcase to check on the clothes you packed.
When you open it, you thank the heavens that there are underwear â and a lot of them, for the record â but as you rummage around some more, you find that other than your work clothes, you only have nightwear inside. And when you say nightwear, not the comfortable cotton pajama kind but the nightie one â and that basically means the baby blue silky set of tiny camisole and shorts that can pass as a pair of panties.
I canât possibly wear these, you think to yourself, hastily burying the pieces of clothing in the bottom of your luggage.
It shouldnât mean anything â those are nightwear after all! But it was already embarrassing to ask Jungkook earlier if you could use his shower and his towel. You canât come out of the bathroom wearing clothes that Jimin once tagged as âslutty pjsâ. Not when youâre in Jungkookâs place.
â__?â
You look over to the door when you hear Jungkookâs voice, a knock following.
âYes?â You answer.
âDo you have clothes in there?â
At the question, your gaze automatically falls to the suitcase where the thin strap of the camisole peeks out in between some other clothes that are completely useless for the night.
With hesitance, you say, âUhm⌠do you possibly have a shirt I can borrow? I promise to clean it and return it to you tomorrow, ASAP.â
You hear him chuckle from the other side. âI brought you some. Thereâs also a pair of sweatpants but Iâm not sure if theyâll fit you.â
Itâs hard to not celebrate silently when Jungkook says that â but you might have jumped a little at his words.
When you walk towards the door and open it, you give Jungkook a huge smile as you tell him, âThanks!â
He stops. And then you stop.
You realize youâre only in your towel â his towel, to be exact.
You feel the blood rushing to your cheeks the moment it registers.
Before you can do or say anything, Jungkook moves on quickly and stretches his arm, thrusting the clothes heâs mentioned into your way.
âThere.â He says simply, smiling at you.
You take them from his hand, giving him a smile too, albeit a bit awkward.
âT-thanks.â
Jungkook turns on his heel to leave, and you lock the door to the bathroom as soon as he walks away.
You settle his clothes on top of the flat surface of the lavatory, physically shaking your head as you look at yourself in the mirror to shake your thoughts away.
Thoughts of his slightly parted lips when you opened the door while youâre only in a towel.
But it happened in such a split second that youâre not sure if it even happened.
When you take his white shirt, it feels soft to the touch and thereâs a scent of fresh laundry that wafts through your nose when you wear it on yourself.
Itâs loose on you, the sleeves almost covering your whole arms and the hem stopping mid-thigh. But because of that, it feels comfortable â like the oversized shirts you wear to bed that you, unfortunately, werenât able to pack with you in the heap of panic.
But the pants show a different case. Itâs so big that it drags on the floor as you wear it.
You made do, though; drawing the strings tightly and and knotting them together, pulling up the gartered hems up to your calf.
When you come out of the bathroom, Jungkook welcomes you with nothing but a towel wrapped around his lower half.
âH-hey,â You stammer, eyes meeting his own to avoid looking at his naked torso.
âI was just going in. You done?â He casually says, as if he doesnât mind being naked in front of you.
âYeah, yeah. Iâm done. Thanks for the clothes.â You say, gesturing across your body.
âLooks good.â Jungkook comments before entering the bathroom.
You think your cheeks just got impossibly hotter.
The sound of water running is heard before you scramble to the living room.
Why was he naked?!
Okay, he wasnât actually naked naked but still, he had no clothes on. Why did he have no clothes on? Youâre trying to erase the image of his torso, the lines that draw an obvious four-pack, his firm-looking chest, and the way the tattoos over his right arm apparently go way above his shoulder. Itâs obvious that he goes to the gym and works out from the way those polo sleeves of his always hug his biceps a little too tight â and with a body like that, you completely understand why he wouldnât mind parading it around.
The AC in his unit is turned on, but it suddenly feels way too hot from where you currently sit on his couch.
Shut up. Ugh. You tell yourself internally.
Completely wanting out of that headspace, you decide to take out your iPad to get in contact with your insurance company to discuss your current situation, and it does a good job of keeping your mind off Jungkook for a while.
Youâre so deep in the activity that you donât even notice a few minutes has already gone by, and with that, you donât notice Jungkook coming out of the shower.
When you see him in your periphery, heâs now thankfully dressed in a shirt and some basketball shorts. Heâs drying his hair as he walks over to your direction in the living room.
You look at him in surprise when you notice the pillow and comforter he has in his hands.
âSorry. You shouldâve called me, I couldâve helped,â you say, standing up from the couch, ready to help him with it, assuming that youâll be on the couch tonight.
Jungkook looks at you with furrowed brows. âIâm taking the couch.â
You stare at him, ready to hear him say heâs kidding or something but he doesnât look like heâs joking.
You shake your head vigorously.
âNo, thatâs ridiculous.â
âWhatâs ridiculous about it?â Jungkook says, putting the pillows on the couch, starting to make it all the while looking at you through the process to engage.
âItâs your place.â You reason.
âAnd youâre my guest.â He says as a matter of fact.
âButââ
Jungkook cuts you off before you can even finish your sentence.
â__, itâs fine, really. You can take my bed. I insist.â
âJungkookâŚâ you trail off, sounding more like a whine.
He laughs and then looks at you with a playful smile. âOkay, should we compromise? Like, what, share the bed or the couch?â
You ignore the way your cheeks heat up at the suggestion.
You honestly donât know why Jungkook says these kinds of things. You know itâs just his usual teasing, but heâs about to confuse you one of these daysâŚ
âGod, no.â You respond with a shake of your head.
He chuckles. âOh, is sleeping with me that repulsive to you?â
You push a little at his shoulder and roll your eyes.
When Jungkookâs done fixing the couch, he gestures to the door by the far end of the room. âCome on, I'll take you to the bedroom.â
You both walk towards that direction and as much as youâve been over his place for more than once now, youâve actually never seen his room â and for the record, why would you?
But it looks nice. Just like the rest of his apartmentâs interior, his room is also almost the same. Kind of bare, but there are some sleek furniture that add character to the whole place.
âToo cold?â Jungkook asks, and you look at him to see him holding the remote of his AC.
âThe tempâs fine.â
He hums and puts down the remote.
âAlright, then. Just call me if you need something.â Jungkook says, gesturing to the door. Heâs about to leave when you call him again.
âGood night, Jungkook. Thank you for your bed.â
âGood night, __. Uh⌠sweet dreams?â
You roll your eyes. Jungkook laughs.
When he leaves, you sit on his mattress covered by black duvets and sheets. Itâs soft, and you let yourself bounce on the fluffy surface, delighting at the feel.
Itâs about the same size as yours, and when you lay on it, you smell that usual scent that Jungkook always emanates. Clean, crisp, a little sweet. Like fresh apples. Or fresh laundry. He just always smells so⌠clean.
You feel a little sense of strangeness at the different environment youâre in, but the bed is too soft that you feel like youâre almost floating â and maybe itâs because you are tired from work and drained from the whole fiasco at your apartment, but you fall asleep fast and heavy within just a few minutes.
You almost jump from the bed when you open your eyes and see a different type of bedding, only to realize that youâre actually not in your apartment and in Jungkookâs instead.
After processing that, you begin to do a little stretching, finding that you slept quite well. As you do so, your eyes catch the digital clock on the bedside table, and you read 4:30 am.
Itâs a bit too early to start getting ready for work, but maybe if you start prepping now, youâll be ready to go out just as when Jungkook is waking up.
When you stand from the bed, you discover the absence of pants around your waist, the cold air sending goosebumps over your bare legs â and as expected, you see the sweats getting caught in between the heaps of dark sheets on the bed.
You must have taken it off in the middle of the night. Itâs why you usually forgo pants when you sleep.
You decide against wearing it again, though, assuming that Jungkook is still sound asleep by now so he canât possibly see you walking around his place naked from the waist down. Besides, the shirtâs big and almost serves as a dress.
Carrying the pants with you, you silently open the door to his bedroom to tiptoe on your way to the bathroom.
âHey,â
âJesus christ!â You clutch your heart at the sudden sound of Jungkookâs voice booming across the unit.
When you look at him, heâs⌠working out. Apparently.
Jungkook takes out the airpods from his ears and drink from his tumbler.
âWhat are you tiptoeing for?â He asks, brows furrowed.
From where you stand, you see droplets of sweat on the side of his forehead, his chest heaving from the push-ups you catch him doing a few seconds ago on the mat that he laid on the floor. There are small weights on the side, and Jungkook is still wearing his clothes from last night.
Did he possibly just⌠wake up and then choose to exercise? Is this his everyday routine?
âI didnât want to wake you,â you make up an excuse thatâs kind of partly true. He slept on the couch in the living room, after all. And from the sala, everything is pretty much visible to the eye as the unit has an open layout. So one single noise couldâve awakened him.
âToo late for that,â Jungkook chuckles. He looks at you longer than a second and youâre just about to get conscious when he asks, âYou get ready for work at four?â
You purse your lips into a thin line. âSort of. I also have to check my place.â Jungkook nods, understanding. âUh, Jungkook?â He hums to acknowledge you. âCan I use your shower? Again?â
He laughs at the way you smile at him awkwardly. âSure. Your towelâs just over the rack.â
âThanks.â You smile at him and go straight to the bathroom.
You make quick work of washing yourself, and the shower, just like last night, isnât your usual routine because of course, most of your stuff are still over at your place. Though Jungkook is kind enough to lend you some of his unused products â even giving you a spare toothbrush which now sits beside his own on the bathroom sink.
When you finish showering, you wear his shirt and his pants once again. As you go out of the bathroom, the sound of oil popping from the kitchen doesnât escape your ears.
âI made breakfast.â Jungkook says as you make your way towards the kitchen island. Heâs a few steps away, working around the stove, frying up some sausage. He takes some eggs and then turns to you. âHow do you like your eggs?â
Youâre sure he doesnât mean anything by that, but then you both laugh at the realization anyway.
âSunny side up.â You say after a while, seating yourself on one of the high stools. âCan I help you?â
âItâs okay, just sit there.â
You put your elbow on the island as you watch him work. âWow, do you really treat all your guests like this?â You tease, deciding to poke a joke.
Jungkook laughs as he starts breaking eggs into the frying pan.
âYouâre the first one.â He raises a brow your way, lips tilted into a playful smile.
âAwe.â You pretend to curtsy which makes Jungkook laugh.
It doesnât take long before Jungkook serves you a plate of sausage and perfectly-made sunny side up. You say a delighted âthank you!â in which Jungkook returns an adorable smile for.
You thought he was going to eat with you, but he only ate the sausage and began to work on cutting up some bananas while you continued to eat.
âWhat did they say about your apartment? How long is the repair?â Jungkook asks while he takes out a mixer.
âWeek-long,â He visibly winces at your answer. You purse your lips. âIâm trying to look for a place to stay for the remaining days.â
Jungkook furrows his brows. âLease doesnât cover relocation?â
âTalked to the building manager and the landlord last night and they said it doesnât. I also read the policy again myself last night, though, just to be sure. Anyway, landlordâs cutting my rent this month for up to thirty, so thatâs something.â
âOkay⌠how about your stuff?â
As you watch Jungkook during the whole conversation, you realize that heâs apparently making a protein shake, and when he finishes shaking the bottle, he gestures it towards you, silently asking if you want to try it.
You shake your head, also answering his question. âI already filed a claim on it with my insurance company, so theyâre handling it for me. Theyâre probably going to seek reimbursement from my upstairs neighborâs insurance if he has one,â You shrug. âAnd Iâm also gonna have to ask him to pay for the deductible.â
Jungkook nods, consuming his drink. You watch as he leans back on the kitchen sink, putting his protein shake down and crossing his arms, looking right at you.
âWhy donât you stay here for a while?â
You look right back at him weird.
âYouâre not serious.â
âWhen am I not serious?â
You hold a staring competition after that, but Jungkookâs eyes are way too intense so you break away first.
âI just canât.â You say, interrupting the silence.
âItâs friend to a friend. I bet youâd do this for me too.â Jungkook shrugs.
He doesnât understand, though. Staying at his place for the remaining six days would mean that youâd be both living under the same roof together, and while itâs true that you would probably do this for him if he was in your shoes, itâs just not the same.
But you donât want to get into all that. Itâs too complicated to explain, even to yourself.
So you decide to joke a little.
âProbably not.â You tease.
Jungkook chuckles. âMean.â He comments, shaking his head at you and playfully clicking his tongue.
âIâm joking,â you smile apologetically. âItâs just for six more days, though. The manager told me it might take faster.â
âWhere do plan to stay, anyway? A hotel would be really inconvenient. The nearest one around here is too far from work, not to mention itâd be expensive as well.â
âThereâs loss of use coverage,â You say, even though you know the stipulation, and your apartment flooding because of your neighborâs negligence might probably not be in the clauses.
Itâs just to reason with Jungkook, but heâs quick to present another point.
âItâs gonna take a long while, no?â
You pout. Sighing, you say, âYouâre right.â
âOkay, so why not stay here?â Jungkook asks curiously. âYou know I donât mind. I wonât mind.â He says and it sounds so convincing and genuine.
You decide to deflect a little because you feel like giving in any seconds now.
âYou say that but wait until you find that Iâm not very likeable as a roommate.â
Jungkook raises a brow. âShoot. Hit me.â
Pursing your lips into a thin line, you try to think of your bad habits.
âIâŚâ you trail off, but it stretches into seconds way longer than necessary.
Jungkook chuckles. âSee, you canât even list one.â
âI donât cook.â You point out.
âI already know that.â
You frown. âSo we canât take turns cooking while I stay here.â
Jungkook only shrugs. âThereâs take-out.â
âYouâre gonna eat take-out for a week?â
âI can cook.â He chuckles.
âOkay⌠but sometimes, I get super cranky.â
He nods. âIâll be out of your way, then. You wonât even notice Iâm here.â
You sigh, out of reasons now.
âIâll try to be helpful with you in the kitchen for the next six days. And Iâll also be nice.â
Jungkookâs brows perk up. âYouâre saying you want to stay here?â
âYeah,â you nod. âBut⌠I wan to pay you.â
â__, the whole reason why Iâm offering is because a hotel is gonna cost you,â Jungkook laughs.
That prompts you to put a frown on your face.
âFair point. But Iâm going to take your couch the entire time, okay? And thatâs final.â
It takes a little longer for Jungkook to agree to that. But he nods his head, anyway, saying, âSure.â
It sounds so non-committal. You think he's going to still try insisting taking the couch.
âOkay.â You say, ignoring that thought, smiling at him. âThank you.â
âYou know youâre always welcome, right?â Jungkook says.
Youâre thankful he turns around after he says that to tend to the stuff he used a while ago in the sink, giving you a perfect leeway to avoid his gaze lest he takes notice of the way you canât help a big smile.
âIâm gonna take a shower. Finish your breakfast.â He says, pointing to your unfinished plate.Â
You give him a small salute.
Before he goes to the direction of the bathroom, Jungkook turns around to ask. "Do you want to go to work together?" He raises a brow, but then a second after his question, he puts a hand up, effectively stopping you from answering. "You're gonna say no. But I insist. Say yes, I made you breakfast."Â
You laugh at his squinted eyes.Â
"I was going to say yes, anyway."
"No, you weren't." Jungkook fires back.Â
You shoo him away playfully before he finally leave for the shower.
All you can think about is that maybe silver linings are indeed true.
Sharing a space with somebody has always felt⌠weird.
You had a roommate back in college for the whole four years, and while it wasnât the worst thing that ever happened to you â it was just an experience that didnât really strike you as something memorable or fun. Min Heeji was a Bio major who was an extreme introvert, and past the casual hiâs and helloâs, you both just never hit it off.
After moving out of your dorm, you rented around Itaewon. You found the unit through a listing you saw on Facebook â some woman who was finding a roommate to split the rent with. You found out later that the reason why the previous people before you left was because she was quite an interesting lady⌠letâs just say â she was a person who dabbled on the arts of illegal drug trading. Jimin jokingly told you he wondered about how her weed tasted like. Sometimes, you want to smack him on the head.
You pretty much decided on being against roommates for the entirety of your life after that.
But Jeon Jungkook is thankfully not a total hermit, nor does he sell weed.
Itâs been long since you lived with somebody, and being under the same roof as him is different â the good kind of different, to be clear.
Heâs somewhat a clean freak so itâs almost embarrassing to do anything in his place because itâs always so spot clean.
One thing that you learned though is that heâs a busy man. You had an idea about a packed schedule and non-existent free time for an executive person like him â but the idea feels more real now that youâve witnessed it.
On the first day of your stay, after your apartment got flooded, he drove you both to work just like he offered. During the night, though, he seemed to have come home late. You slept at around 10pm and never saw him entering the door, and when you woke up the next day, heâs gone, only a note on the fridge telling you that heâs prepared some breakfast you can heat up to eat.
Nonetheless, you feel into quite an easy routine with him.
After a great deal of insistence from your side, Jungkook is rightfully assigned in his bedroom while you lay on the couch. Itâs a bit bigger than the one you have on your own, so thereâs space for moving around. Even when you wake up with shitty back pains in the mornings, sleeping on his couch is better than sleeping in your current wreck of an apartment as the contractor is already repairing your place.
As of the third day since the incident, theyâve already changed your ceiling, the flooring coming next. It was starting to look good as per your visit.
That made it clearer to you, though, that youâre indeed staying at Jungkookâs for another four days.
Jungkook was so busy that he even worked on a Saturday â told you that it was a hectic week for his team over a shared dinner that you thought will happen only once during your stay with his packed schedule. On Sunday, you kind of assumed that Jungkook will still be at the office, but he surprised you when he came barging in the bathroom while you were in it.
You had your leg propped on the edge of the bathtub, squeezing the bottle of lotion in your palm and spreading the cream over the skin of your shin, adjusting the towel up your thighs so you can cover your entire leg with the product.
You did so mindlessly, part of your usual after-shower routine, completely unassuming of the sound of the doorknob clicking and Jungkook suddenly barging inside the room with a hamper in his hand.
Frozen in your position, your eyes locked into his own as he stepped a foot forward on the tiled floor. You realized the hamper is his laundry.
âSorry, I didnât know you were here,â Jungkook apologized, and he looked genuinely bashful.
âI thought you were at work.â you said, adjusting the towel on the top of your head.
Jungkook raised a brow, but thereâs a smile on his lips. âOn a Sunday?â
You narrowed your eyes at him which prompted him to laugh. A beat of silence, and then you noticed Jungkookâs gaze. You felt his eyes to the direction of your raised leg on the porcelain tub â and if your own sight didnât deceive you, you couldâve sworn heâd made a quick glance-over to the expanse of your bare leg before he snapped right back into looking at your face.
âAnyway, I was just gonna do my laundry,â Jungkook twisted himself away from the bathroomâs door. âIâll wait for you to finish, though. Iâm sorry again for barging in.â
At that, you quickly shook your head and planted both your feet on the tiles, standing upright.
âNo, itâs fine. Iâm done, anyway. Are you in a hurry? I just need to change into some⌠clothes.â You said, glancing at the heap of some pajama pants and a t-shirt on the bathroom sink.
âNot in a hurry. You can change here.â Jungkook gave you a small smile.
You nodded your head. âYeah, yeah. Sorry. Iâll be super quick.â
Your lips curled into an apologetic smile, but Jungkook waved you off.
He took one last look at you before he locked the door â one thing that you forgot to do in the very first place.
You blamed it on your habit of not really being mindful about it since you were used to living alone.
The day after that â one fateful Monday â Jungkook once again was MIA at his own place. You woke around 6 am, and as you got ready for work, you noticed a note on his fridge that he went to work earlier than usual that day, and heâd also be working late so you should lock up at night.
At the company, you did not even catch a single glimpse of him.
You bought some food on your way to his place later that day, thinking that maybe you could share a meal together â nevermind the fact that he had told you he was going to be home late. But you did not expect his âlateâ would exceed past 11 pm, and since you were also pretty much tired from your own activities for that day, you fell asleep on the couch without making it, lying on the surface with no pillows and comforter over your body.
In your dreams that night, you felt like you were floating.
Somebody has tucked their arms under your knees and neck, taking you off the previous surface you were lying on. The unfamiliar man cradles your body against his, carrying you somewhere and putting you on a much softer place. A mattress. A big, soft, mattress. And you noted that the man smelled of green apples and laundry. An almost familiar scent.
Needless to say, your dream was quite vivid that night.
When you woke up the next morning, you were welcomed with the familiar grey paint of the walls â the white ceiling, and the dark sheets and pillows that surrounded you. A waft of fresh laundry smell. The Iron Man figurine on the top shelf of the cabinet in the corner of the room. The black slippers on the side of the door that are way too big to be yours.
Jungkook.
The strange man in your dreams was Jungkook. And it wasnât a dream at all.
It was Jeon Jungkook who carried you all the way to his bedroom from the sofa so you could sleep comfortably on it.
When you went out of his room that morning, ready to thank him and tell him he didnât have to do what he did, feeling bad at the thought of him sleeping on his couch at his own place, Jungkook was nowhere to be found.
But as if it was becoming tradition, there was a note on his fridge that told you:Â I hope you donât mind that I brought you to my room. I found you uncomfortable on the couch last night. Didnât cook us breakfast because I have to go to work early again today, but Iâll have food delivered at around 7. Good morning, __ :)
   â Jungkook.
That night, though, Jungkook miraculously came home early.
He arrived an hour after you, just in time as you finished doing the prep for the bibimbap you were planning to eat on your own, assuming Jungkook was going to be late again. When you saw him entering the door, you decided to make the portions of the ingredients bigger, thinking that it was the perfect opportunity to say thank you for the other night.
And you did not forget to say that either.
âThank you for last night. You didnât have toâŚâ you trailed off, giving him a sheepish smile across the dining table as you both ate.
Jungkook, with his mouth full of rice â seemingly (thankfully) enjoying the meal you prepared for him â munched on it before he said, âYou looked real tired. And uncomfortable, which reminds me, you should sleep in the bedroom as well tonight.â
You shook your head. âItâs fine, Jungkook. Last night was just â uh, I was waiting for you to come home because I didnât want to just lounge around your living room while you arenât around, but then I guessed you arrived a little late.â
Out of all the things youâd said, it seemed Jungkook only remembered one thing.
âYou were waiting for me to come home?â He said, his hand reaching for the side dish pausing mid-air, eyes trained to you. Curious, his brow piqued in what seemed like genuine intrigue.
You stopped. You went over your words, not realizing those came out of your mouth.
Obviously, you didnât mean for that to slip out.
So, you shook your head slowly. Hesitantly, you reasoned, âItâs just youâre always in your room first before I fix the couch for bedtime. So.â You shrugged, knowing your explanation didnât suffice.
Jungkook gave you a nod with small a smile on his lips.
âIâm sorry for making you wait, then. Itâs just extra busy at the company these days.â
Your brows furrowed in curiosity, âYeah, I heard about the collaboration with Kang Tech.â
You found out about it at work that day. Itâs in the accounts payable youâve worked on the past few days, and when you asked Joonhwi and Sol about it, they confirmed the recent moves the company is recently making.
You also realized then that the reason why the mystery woman in the elevator was familiar to you was because youâve seen pictures of her before.
Of course youâd know her. Sheâs the woman Jiminâs parents are trying to set him up with. The one and only Kang Heesu. She took over as CEO just very recently at Kang Tech.
Apparently, Blue Nexus and Kang Tech are collaborating on a product that will be announced later during the month â which explains her being at the company oftentimes, Jungkook being busy, drowned with work stuff â them working closely together.
Whatever you felt on that day you saw them together â youâd like to dismiss that as just a blip in the system. Your system, to be exact.
It isnât any of your business whoever gets around with Jungkook. Whether heâs close with Kang Heesu outside work or not (like what youâve pondered about ever since finding out about the information of their collaboration) â thatâs their thing.
âYeah, the teamâs been working overtime because of it.â Jungkook added to your words from earlier.
âSo, youâre more tired than I am,â You pointed out, noting the obvious. He went to work at the ass-crack of dawn, went home late, and whenever he was home â all he faced was his laptop.
You even doubt he was getting enough sleep. There were bags under his eyes that werenât there the past month you first met him â and even though he carried them with a certain grace, you could still see that some of the shine in his eyes was becoming absent.
You were glad you were able to prepare something for him. Did something for him. You didnât have to â but you did. Because you wanted to be a helpful roommate.
âDoes it show?â Jungkook chuckled, leaning back on the chair, a bashful expression on his face.
You shook your head. âNope. But yeah, you donât need to give up your bedroom tonight. Iâll be fine here.â
âI actually bought something. Wait a minute,â Jungkook suddenly said. Your brows furrowed when you watched him saunter over the living room and in towards his bedroom. When he came back to the dining area, he was carrying a huge paper bag. You looked at him, visibly confused. Jungkook cleared his throat as he sat back down on his seat. âI was thinking you could use this. Itâs a foldable cushion or whatever so you can sleep more comfortably on the couch.â
You gawked at the paper bag, and then at him.
âWhat?â
âI went to the mall yesterday and the lady told me this is one of their best sellers⌠I donât know. Do you want to have a look at it?â Jungkook said, worry seeping in his tone.
âThatâs a⌠cushion? For the couch?â
He nodded.
âOh.â Was the only thing you could utter. You didnât really know what to say. âI⌠this is really thoughtful. You didnât have to, you know that, right?â
Jungkook shook his head and gave you a small smile.
âThank you, Jungkook.â You told him sincerely.
âItâs nothing.â He waved you off. âI got that dry-cleaned already, by the way, so you can use it tonight if you really insist on sleeping on the couch.â Jungkook said with a teasing smile.
âThat,â you point to the paper bag, âwill single-handedly get me to want to live here for another three months.â
Jungkook raised his brow. âReally?â
You chuckled, leaving the conversation up on the air.
When you both finished your meal, you offered to do the dishes yourself, but Jungkook was insistent to do it, saying youâve already done a lot for the day. You begged to differ, but you relented, anyway.
After you showered and made the couch, geeking internally at how soft the cushion he bought was, you couldnât sleep right away, your mind finding it hard to focus on the lull of the crickets. So, at around 11 pm, you opened your laptop to pull up an X-Files episode, thinking it could condition you into being sleepy.
You promised yourself you were just going to finish one more episode, but the next episode button was too tempting and you found yourself binging the show into the wee hours of the night.
â__?â A voice coming from the far end of the room called, followed by the clicking sound of the lights turning on. With that, you found Jungkook standing on his door with his eyes half-lidded, hands rubbing his chest, seemingly having just woken up from his sleep.
âJungkook,â you acknowledged him, straying your attention from your show. Jungkook started to trot towards the direction of the kitchen, and your eyes followed him as he stopped in front of his fridge, taking some water out and pouring it into a glass.
After he drank it, he looked at you to ask, âCanât sleep?â You nodded your head. He made his way towards the couch, pointing at it. âWould you mind?â
âNo, do you want to?â You adjusted the duvet you put all over your back to make room for him, and Jungkook placed himself beside you, peering over the screen on your laptop.
âWhat are you watching?â He asked, voice a little groggy.
âThe X-Files. You know the show?â
âHeard about it a few times. Never gotten around to watch it, though,â Jungkook said, leaning on the back of the couch, eyes still glued to your laptop.
You smiled. âMaybe you can start it now.â
âWhatâs it about?â
âUh⌠aliens,â you started off, feeling a little silly about it. Gauging his reaction, you waited for him to give you a judgmental look but he seemed to be intrigued when he looked at you, asking for more details. You perked up that, feeling suddenly excited. âOkay, so, the guy here â his nameâs Mulder. Heâs an FBI agent whoâs tasked on cases that have, you know, unexplainable nature. Basically, he believes in aliens, all that ET stuff,â you explained. Right on time, Gillian Anderson appears on frame. Pointing at her, you looked at Jungkook as you introduced her to him, âAnd the woman â sheâs so pretty â thatâs Scully. Sheâs a skeptic. Sheâs an FBI agent whoâs also a scientist and was assigned to be with him to debunk his work.â
âSo, they investigate cases together?â Jungkook added.
You nodded your head. âYeah, and itâs different for each episode. Thereâs the alien storyline which is like, the main plot of the show, but thereâs the fun filler episodes. Monster of the week, they call it. Iâm rewatching one of those right now âcause theyâre fun and donât have a backstory.â
âIt sounds good,â Jungkook looked impressed, training his eyes back on the show.
You werenât sure if he was just trying to make a conversation, but he seemed genuinely interested as you both watched the show, which tickled your excitement more. Youâve tried to get Jimin into it but he wasnât really an avid fan of watching long shows, so youâve given up on trying to convince him to be as obsessive of the show as you.
âDo they kiss?â Jungkook suddenly asked mid-episode, brows furrowed as he watched Mulder wiped something off the side of Scullyâs lips. Itâs the episode when Scully just got back from being abducted.
Amused, you looked at him and let out a chuckle. Jungkook turned to look at you, confused at the reaction.
âHm?â
You shook your head. âNo, itâs just funny. So, thereâs a thing in this show, right? Scully and Mulder are not supposed to be a couple, but they act like one.â
Jungkook let out a seemingly enlightened, âAh.â Then he looked at your screen again, âIâm watching it right now out of context and Iâm assuming theyâre a couple.â
âRight? They have such insane chemistry. Itâs why I love this show so much.â
âWait. They never get together? Or kiss, romantically?â Jungkook asked curiously.
âThey kiss on the seventh season. Weâre on the second one.â
âWow,â He breathed, genuinely surprised. âThatâs a long wait.â
âI know,â you chuckled.
You both sat beside each other as the episode finished. Jungkook would have some questions, and you happily answered each one. It was also fun to share some lore about the show â and you didnât know if you were coming off too geeky about it â you were just unbelievably excited that he seemed to genuinely like it.
Time passed without you both noticing, and it was 2:23 am when you became hesitant on clicking the next episode button.
âDo you still want to watch another one orâŚâ You trailed off, eyes glued to the screen, waiting to hear Jungkookâs response. But then a few seconds passed, and you didnât receive one. Turning your head to the side, your eyes widened when you see the state Jungkook was in.
He was leaning far back on the couch with his head resting on the backrest, arms crossed over his chest, lips slightly parted with his eyes shut closed. You could see his chest rising and falling from the way he breathed in and out of sleep, looking quite peaceful regardless of his seemingly uncomfortable position.
You shut your mouth and closed your laptop quietly, trying to be careful with your movements so as to not disturb him and accidentally wake him up. Stretching your back to lean down, your breath hitched as you tried to set the laptop down on the coffee table, not daring to graze any part of Jungkookâs body, especially when his thigh was so closed to your own.
When you successfully put away the device, you went back to sitting beside him, contemplating on your next move.
You ended up staring at him, noting the way his biceps are bulging out of the sleeves of his white shirt with a thin material from their crossed position. Your eyes trailed down to the veins on his forearms, and naturally, you focused in on the one with the swirls of ink around it. It was a body of art on the first look â but looking at it at that moment â close up and free, you took time to identify the drawings on his skin.
There was that snake that trailed down close to his hand, the skeletal rock nâ roll hand, and the script that says ârather be dead than coolâ. It was a shame that you couldnât see from your current view the flower tattoo you were always curious about, nevertheless, the entirety of his inked arm was just⌠breathtaking, to say the least.
You wanted to ask him what they meant â or if they even meant something. You knew by now he only got them in college â when he moved to the US â and you were just curious about how he decided to get them; about the backstory, anything⌠Would love to trace down your fingers on his skin as he tells you the exact moment.
And then you realized what you were doing and suddenly looked away.
You felt like a creep. What were you doing, staring at him while he was unaware, unconscious in his sleep? It was not right, and you were supposed to scoot over to the edge to give him plenty of space all for himself.
But as you looked at him again, your eyes stopped at his face, and you couldnât help but stare at it.
Again.
His nose was something you weirdly have a liking to, and thereâs a scar on his cheek that once again bubbled up another layer of curiosity within you.
âStop it.â You mumbled out loud â not loud enough for Jungkook to hear â but just enough to snap yourself out of the trance you were in.
It was stupid. So stupid. To stare at a sleeping man and have those thoughts inside your head. Jungkook would never do anything like this to you, and at that sentiment, you stood up from the couch to get away.
You caught a sight of the duvet that you used a while ago. As you looked at Jungkook, he seemed to be in dire need of one, so you made quiet steps to put it over him, stopping your breathing in case you did it too loud and he wakes up.
As you carefully laid out the blanket on top of his body, Jungkook stirred, and your breath hitched as you stopped on your tracks.
He mumbled something incoherent, his neck craning to lay on his cheek. Regardless, he stayed on his position, arms still crossed, seemingly going back to his deep sleep instantly.
You stepped out in front of him, letting out a breath of relief.
Standing there for a few seconds, you wondered about where you were going to stay. Jungkook was on the couch and unlike him â you could not carry him to his room without him noticing.
Looking at the direction of said room, you thought about staying there for the night, but decide against it. You didnât get his permission to do so, itâd be rudeâ
But the couch is only one, though. And you could feel a yawn ready to come out of your own mouth, sleep lurking at the back of your head.
You could try to wake Jungkook up to tell him to go to his room so he could sleep more comfortably, but you couldnât do it. The past few days, he had been so busy with work and seemed like he wasnât getting enough rest. What if you woke him up and he couldnât go back to sleep anymore? That would just make you feel bad.
Getting the pillow strewn over the edge, you walked towards the direction and fixed it against the arm rest, sitting on the spot and making yourself comfortable on it. Of course, it wasnât â you were craning your neck too far to the side to try to lay your head, and your body was sprawled in a weird sitting and lying position.
It was fine, though. Jungkook was about two feet away from you, and you felt like you could sleep in the state.
But it was a few long minutes before it completely overtook you.
Thereâs a feeling of a hard plane against your back when you feel yourself waking up.
Youâre in a curled position, hands tucked under your cheeks. As much as youâre starting to slowly feel conscious, youâre still not a hundred percent aware of your surroundings just yet. Itâs why you ignore the blow of hot air against the crook of your neck.
When you blearily open your eyes, youâre welcomed with the sight of the back of the grey couch youâve accustomed yourself with over the past few days. The white foldable cushion youâre lying on. The familiar scent of Jungkookâs apartment.
Itâs another usual morning, as far as youâre concerned.
So, you stretch an arm up as well as your leg, groggily mumbling something as you go back to closing your eyes again to hopefully sneak in a few more minutes of sleep.
âHmmâŚâ
At the sudden sound, your eyes snap open, surprised at the embodied voice that came out somewhere thatâs definitely not from your own mouth. It was close, though â something close to your neck; you felt it so â and at that realization, your eyes trail down to your waist, and your breath catches in your throat when you see an arm wrapped around it.
Under your head is another arm that adorns a familiar sleeve tattoo.
When you crane your neck to look behind you, youâre welcomed by Jungkookâs locks of black and messy hair, his face apparently buried in the crook of your neck.
He mustâve felt you move because he stirs in his position, mumbling something, arm tightening around you.
You feel your heart starting to beat faster than usual as you feel the tips of Jungkookâs fingers resting on the bare skin of your stomach due to your camisole riding up, and your eyes continue to widen when you saw that the shirt heâs worn last night is now lying haphazardly across the coffee table where your laptop is.
When Jungkook pushes himself against you closer, thatâs when you feel something hard against the cleft of your ass.
âOh my god!â
âWhat the fuck!â
âIâm so sorry!â You immediately say, retreating your hands that just pushed him off the couch once everything registered in your head.
You just⌠slept with each other! You woke up with Jungkook spooning you! The hard plane against your back that you felt earlier was his chest and the hot air blowing in your ear was his breath! You both fell asleep together on the couch!
Jungkook â the poor man â visibly winces as he cradles the back of his head, adjusting himself on the floor after you forcefully yeeted him off the couch.
He didnât expect that, of course he didnât! He still looks like heâs half asleep when you kneel on the floor in front of him, grabbing his shoulders and craning your neck to check if youâve done damage to his head.
âWhat the hell was that for?â Jungkook asks, still lost about what just happened.
You grimace as you hesitantly put your palm over the back of his head and rub to soothe the pain youâve caused him.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to push you. I was just surprised and shocked when Iââ
You stopped speaking when you notice that Jungkook is looking up at you, eyes half-lidded from sleep. Stopping your ministration on the back of his head, you retreat your hands to yourself and look away.
âWe slept together.â
âWhat?â Jungkook asks, his tone incredulous, but more like confused. When you train your eyes to him again, you see him looking down on his body and then yours.
Your cheeks heat up when you realize what you just said.
âOh my god, no! Not slept slept with each other! I mean, we slept together. Like, literally.â You say, looking at him in panic.
Jungkook furrows his brows. And then after a beat of silence, he lets out a low, âOh.â
âOh?â You parrot back.
âYeah, oh,â He says drily. Jungkook rubs his eyes with his fists and then looks at you again. âIâm sorry, I feel disoriented. I just woke up.â
You wince at that, feeling bad for pushing him again.
It was just a reflex thing, okay! Especially when you felt that certain something in your ass.
When Jungkook stands up from the floor, you notice the strings of his grey shorts getting undone, and your eyes betray you as they pay a look at the noticeable bulge on his crotch.
Jesus H. Fucking Christ.
You stand up quickly, following after him, feeling your heart hammer in your chest.
Okay, boo-fucking-hoo! Men get boners in the mornings. Whatâs the big deal about it?
âWhat time is it?â Jungkook asks, brushing his hair back, and you have to physically look away and try to busy yourself by looking for your phone so you can ignore his naked chest on display and his abs and stupid big arms.
You spot your phone nearby and turn it on.
âSix thirty.â
âShit.â Jungkook hisses.
Youâve never heard him let out so many curses before.
âWhat? Itâs still early.â you say, in case he was referring to work.
Jungkook shakes his head. âYeah, no. I was supposed to get ready at five am sharp. Need to go there early.â
âOh.â
He groans, and the sound makes your stomach feel a little weird.
âI have to go shower,â Jungkook says, picking up his shirt from the coffee table. âIâm sorry about earlier.â
âHuh?â You realize what heâs talking about and is then quick to shake your head. âNo, not your fault. I, uh, you fell asleep on the couch last night and I didnât want to wake you.â
He nods, more like to himself. âHow did weâŚ?â Jungkook points between you, eyeing the couch.
âI didnât want to use your bed without your permission, so I slept on the couch as well,â But then you decide to add, âBut I didnât sleep beside you, I was like ââ you point to the edge of the couch, âthere.â
âAh,â Jungkook follows your eyes, and then nods. âOkay.â
âYeah.â you purse your lips into a thin line. âSorry about that. I shouldâve just woken you up, huh?â
âNah, itâs fine.â He dismisses you with a wave of his hand. âWell, is it okay if I use the shower first?â
âOf course.â
Jungkook smiles before he saunters towards the bathroom. You try not to stare at the hard lines of his retreating back, taping down to his narrow waist.
You failed to do that, obviously.
Sighing out loud when youâre sure he canât hear you, you busy yourself in the kitchen to make some toast.
After work, you paid a quick visit to your apartment to see how itâs going, since youâre supposed to be able to come back tomorrow.
Your building manager told you that you can pretty much move back already, but thereâs no water yet, so you will still have to stay at Jungkookâs place for the last time. At least for another night.
Speaking of him, when you step out on your porch, you see him in front of his own unit, back turned to you, opening his door.
âHey,â you call. Jungkook turns on his heel, and he smiles as he sees you.
âHey,â He greets, his hand pausing on the door. Jungkook gives you his undivided attention as he looks at you. âYour apartmentâs fine now?â
You nod happily, grinning widely. âYeah. But I have no water yet. Theyâre turning it on tomorrow.â You saunter towards his direction and stop beside him. Pointing to the paper bags in his hands, you ask, âWhatâs that?â
Jungkook lifts them up. âSoju and Midday Miso take-out.â Then, hesitantly, he looks at you curiously. âDo you drink?â
That prompts you to laugh.
âOf course. Are you drinking tonight?â
He nods his head. âYeah. I was gonna ask you to drink with me⌠but if youâre not up for it, Iâll just be in my room.â
You cock your head to the side.
âWhatâs the occasion?â
Jungkook chuckles. âNothing. Just thought I could loosen up.â
You nod in understanding.
You think about asking him how workâs been, but decide against it, not wanting to pry in case he doesnât want to talk about any of it.
As you both enter his apartment, itâs almost so domesticated how you take off your shoes and put them in the rack in the threshold. Jungkook wears his black sliders while you wear your baby blue ones. Following him into the living room, itâs almost wild to see yourself being so familiar with his place already.
âWhere can we watch The X-Files?â Jungkook asks suddenly after he set the bags on the table, going for the remote and turning on the TV.
You look at him in surprise, not expecting him to ask that.
You answer nonetheless, and Jungkook clicks on the show once it shows up on the screen.
âDo you really want to start with the pilot episode?â You chuckle when he hovers over it.
Jungkook grins. âI enjoyed it last night. Maybe this could be a new favorite.â
âWoah,â you breathed, shaking your head. âDo you know how much I have to convince Jimin to watch this show?â
âJimin doesnât like shows. I wanted him to watch Suits but he said he couldnât stand Harvey Specter â which is fair.â
âOh my god, thatâs also what he told me when I recommended Suits!â You say. You narrow your eyes at him, excited about the information. âSo⌠you like Suits?â
Jungkook nods. âSort of like a guilty pleasure? I used to watch it a lot in college. My roommate studied law and started telling me about how inaccurate it was, but itâs fun regardless,â He says with a shrug. âSue me.â
âI know, right! People always wanna be smart about procedural dramas, but I think itâs just camp they canât comprehend,â You shake your head, feeling a certain high bubble inside you. You lean your elbows on the coffee table. âOkay, okay, thoughts on Jessica Pearson?â
Jungkook grins. âA dream.â
You breathe a sigh of relief.
âIâm so glad you have the correct opinion.â
Jungkook laughs at that, and you begin to eat the take-out he bought, The X-Files playing on the big screen before you.
âYou went home early today,â you comment as you take the shot glass he offers you.
A few minutes has passed already and youâre beginning to open the bottles of soju, Midday Miso take-out boxes all finished.
âManaged to finish early tonight. Thatâs probably why I wanted to drink,â Jungkook says, tipping his head back to drink from his own bottle. âAlso, itâs your last day here.â
You nod. With a teasing smile, you jab, âAre you going to miss me?â
Jungkook looks at you briefly.
âMaybe.â
âMaybe?â You ask incredulously, feigning hurt.
He chuckles. âI liked your little dance in the kitchen last Sunday.â
Your lips part, recalling that time when you reheated some pizza during the night. As far as you were concerned, Jungkook was in his bedroom at that time!
âYou saw that?â You say, embarrassed.
Jungkook mustâve noticed, because he chuckles and begins to sound comforting when he says, âSome part of it, yeah. Megan Thee Stallion would love to perform with you, I think.â
âOh my god, no,â You giggle, covering your face with your hands because if he caught you during that part, it means he saw you trying to throw it back. âYeah, I think Iâm packing my things right now.â
Jungkook laughs, and his eyes crinkle as he does so, overjoyed at your tactics.
âI thought you wanted to drink with me?â
You squint your eyes. âJust because I feel sorry for pushing you off the couch this morning.â
He shakes his head, still chuckling. âYeah, that hurt. I think I have a bump on my head right now.â
You stop, eyes widening. âSeriously?â
Jungkook presses his lips together and nods. You grow concerned, ready to lean over the table to check the back of his head, but as you do so, Jungkook makes a sound of stifling his laugh and you realize heâs fucking with you.
âThatâs so mean.â you say, going back to your side and pouting at him.
âNot meaner than you pushing me off the couch.â He wiggles his eyebrows.
âUgh, Iâm sorry. You just surprised me, 's all!â
Jungkook laughs and nods his head. âI know, I know. Iâm sorry about that. I have a habit of being able to sleep anywhere.â
You scrunch your face. âMe too.â
And then a beat of silence.
Jungkook tips his head back for another sip of his alcohol. When he looks at you again, a gentle smile is playing on his lips.
âI had a good night sleep, though. Did you?â
He looks at you with something in his eyes â something soft and gentle â his gaze making the hair on your nape stand and your cheeks burn.
âYeah, I guess so.â
The night continues to envelope your surroundings and as time passes by, the empty bottles of soju multiply.
Youâve always had a high tolerance for alcohol â and soju, in particular, is generally not too strong for you personally. With one bottle in, you donât feel hammered just yet. Thereâs a daze at the back of your head that youâre starting to feel, though. One and a half is your limit, sometimes two â youâve had that down since college.
Jungkook seems to share the same trait, it seems like. You noticed heâs on his second one, and even though his cheeks are starting to get painted red, he still speaks with you like heâs a hundred percent conscious and not like alcoholâs hit his system already.
âItâs so hot,â you say, popping open the first two buttons of your shirt. Jungkookâs coat has long been disposed on the couch, and his ties are loosened, with the long sleeves of his dress shirt pushed to his elbow, showing his tattoos.
âShould I adjust the AC?â Jungkook asks, looking at you as you gather your hair up in a ponytail.
You manage to secure it even without a tie and answer him, âNo, itâs fine.â
When you feel like you can breathe again, you look at Jungkook. As you think about what to say next, you giggle lightly.
âLetâs have some fun with these,â You point to the empty bottle of soju. Jungkook quirks his brow, which prompts you to continue. âLetâs play spin the bottle. When it points at you, you have to answer some questions. If you donât want to, then youâll have to drink.â
Jungkook snorts. âTruth or dare? Really?â
You roll your eyes. âNo, not truth or dare. Just truth because Iâm sophisticated like that. Besides, are you going to entertain me if I dare you to wear a rainbow suit for work tomorrow?â
âThis is your idea of fun?â Jungkook says, teasing you. Playful with a boyish grin.
You shrug. âI mean, itâs quite fun, actually. But I know about how thirty-year-olds get. If itâs past your bedtime, thenâŚâ you glance at the door to his bedroom.
Jungkook bursts out in laughter.
âYou like making it sound like Iâm sixty, donât you?â
âAre you?â You pout.
Jungkook chuckles, although relenting to your game proposition.
âAlrightâŚâ
You do a little shoulder dance which makes Jungkook shake his head. As you spin the bottle, it stops and points at him. You let out a little sound of enthusiasm.
âOkay. Whatâs that mean?â You ask. Jungkook looks confused as he tries to see what youâre looking at. His arm. âThat flower tattoo â or if it even has a meaning.â
âOh,â Jungkook utters, realizing. He lifts up his right arm and twists it so that the flower tattoo is within both your sight. There, you see a full view of the flower drawing tattooed in orange ink. You find yourself staring at it as Jungkook starts to speak, âItâs a tiger lily. My birth flower. It meansâŚâ You can see Jungkook hesitate for a little while, and youâre just about to take back your question when he continues to say, âIt means please love me.â
âWow.â You gasp. âThatâs⌠so pretty.â
Jungkook caresses his forearm, staring quite lovingly at the art. âI know. My tattoo artist did a really good job.â
He takes it to himself to spin the bottle again, and this time, it points at you.
âWell⌠do you have a tattoo?â Jungkook asks, and itâs obvious he meant to tease.
You nod your head. His playful smile drops.
âAre you serious?â
You raise your brow at him. âSorry. Only one question gets entertained.â
He clicks his tongue playfully but then begins to spin the bottle one more time. When it points at you again, he gives you a smirk.
âCan I see your tattoo if youâre saying you have one?â
You scrunch your face, cocking your head to the side.
âHm. I donât think so. Itâs under my boob. So.â
Jungkook stills, and you watch as his eyes trail down from your face down to your collar â although he did it quite subtly.
âOh.â
You grin. âYeah, âohâ,â you chuckle. When he shakes his head, you tell him, âWhat?â You look at him weird, regardless of the smile on your lips. He stares right back at you, and you narrow your eyes at him. âOhh, I see. You think Iâm lying.â
âNo, Iâm not,â he scoffs. âI just thoughtâŚâ
âYou just thought what?â
âI just thought you wouldnât have one. Or if you did, itâd be a like a small thing on the leg or something. I donât know.â He shrugs, still smiling.
You grin. âInteresting insight.â
âNevermind that.â Jungkook rolls his eyes, spinning the bottle again.
When the rotation stills at his direction, you clap a little and put your elbows on the coffee table.
Your next question sounds stupid in your head, but you let it out anyway.
âWhatâs your ideal type?â You ask.
âOh, are we doing that?â Jungkook says, sounding intrigued. âAre you going to ask me about my first kiss next?â
You snort. âThis feels so high school. But answer my question.â
âYes, maâam,â He playfully gives you a salute. You couldnât help but giggle. âOkay, well, I like women who are smart and⌠funny,â Jungkook says, and when he looks at you, you move back a little. With a soft smile, he adds, âAnd pretty.â
You break the eye contact. Raising your brow, you nod your head. âPretty women. Like Kang Heesu, right?â
Jungkook looks surprised when he hears the name.
âHow do you know her?â
âHow can I not? Jiminâs mother has been trying to set him up with her for months now.â You shrug.
Jungkook chuckles, as if he knows exactly what youâre talking about.
âYeah. Youâre right â not about the part that sheâs my ideal type, though.â
You canât help but let out a scoff.
âThatâs such a cop-out answer, Jungkook.â
He looks at you incredulously, chuckling as he says, âWhat? Itâs not a cop-out, itâs the truth.â
âYouâre awfully close with her. I heard from my coworkers youâre both dating.â You raise a brow at him.
Itâs true. Words are starting to get around the office that Jungkook and Heesu are more than just collaborators.
Of course, you know to ignore that. Not because you want to be in denial or anything â but because you just donât think it is actually true.
But maybe poking fun at it will get you the confirmation. Or whatever. It doesnât matter.
Jungkook laughs at your previous words, though, as if you just told him a big joke.
âGod, no,â he shakes his head, as if he couldnât believe it. âTheyâre really saying that?â You nod your head, your lips pressed into a thin line. âI ought to make everybody know weâre just working together. You know about the project the company has in collaboration with Kang Tech, right?â
âYeah.â
âThere you go,â Jungkook chuckles. âIâm not dating Kang Heesu.â
The words feel a bit different in your ears. Paired with the way he looked at you as he said it, he sounded as though he was⌠almost assuring you.
But of what?
You shake off the idea in your head.
âOkay. Next one.â you interrupt the silence to change the subject. You curse in your head when the bottle stops at you.
âYour turn. Whatâs your ideal type?â Jungkook asks as if his tongue is just itching to ask you that. You know heâs just excited to get back at you.
You think about it for a moment, though, and you find you donât really know what to say.
Itâs not a thought you ponder over a lot. The guys that youâve been with were so⌠different from each other.
âIâIâm not sure,â you shake your head, genuine.
Jungkook points at the shot glass. âNew rule. Iâll count to ten and if you donât answer, you drink.â
You glare at him; he just gives you a grin.
âI really donât know! I mean, my past relationships are so different from each other,â you say, pouting. âButâ okay. I guess I like guys who are⌠confident,â You look at Jungkook and then let your mind float. âAnd I guess I also like somebody whoâsâŚâ You watch as he leans in closer to wait for your next words. Your feel blood rushing to your cheeks as you finish up with, âAttentive. I like good listeners. Yeah.â
âAh,â Jungkook nods. And then, he adds, âIs Shin Taemu from the IT department a good listener, then?â
Your brows furrow. âShin Taemu?â He nods. That earns a laugh from you. âNo, weâre friends.â
âFriends?â Jungkook asks curiously.
âWell, we â uh â did date. Didnât work out. So. Weâre only friends now.â
âDate, as in, a long relationship?â His eyes are so full of genuine curiosity that you cower away from them.
You shake your head at his question. âNo, no â not long relationship, it wasnât like that. I meant date as in â dinner date. Once.â You look at the shot glass and down it because of the sudden nerves that enter you. âWeâre doing this game wrong.â
Jungkoon chuckles at the way you drink another glass. He mirrors your action, though, and ask, âHow so? Weâre questioning each other.â
âYeah, but itâs too many questions!â You complain, jutting your lips into a pout.
âYou said you only wanted truth, so there goes your questions,â Jungkook says. You roll your eyes, which makes him laugh. âOkay, just so I can amuse you, Iâll do a dare if it points at me, and youâll do one if it stops at you. Deal?â
When you nod, Jungkook spins the bottle. He did it quite forcefully that the bottle takes a longer time to stop. You both watch keenly as it begins to slow down. Nervous, you pray it doesnât stop at you, and you let out a sigh of relief when it finally points to Jungkook.
Jungkook shakes his head when you let out a contained, âYes!â
âI dare you toâŚâ you trail off, watching as he looks at you curiously. âLet me pluck your brows.â
âWhat?â Jungkook asks incredulously.
âA promise is a promise.â You remind him.
âLike all of them?â
âWhat? Of course no!â You chuckle, seeing the genuine panic in his eyes.
âOh.â
âYou silly,â You say, laughing at him. âNot right now, though. I actually feel like Iâm about to pass out. Oh my god, I have to tend to a hung-over tomorrow.â You let your face fall into your hands and stifle a groan.
âIâll cook us some porridge or something, donât worry.â Jungkook says. Curiously, he asks, âWhy do you want to pluck my brows?â
You stare at him, and then focus your eyes onto his brows.
Pouting, you let your shoulders deflate as you sigh. âTheyâre so thick.â
âWhat?â Jungkook lets out, laughing incredulously. âIâm so confused.â
âYou wouldnât get it.â
âOkay⌠well, would you let me pluck your brows?â
You try to think about it.
âNo,â you shake your head. You add, âUnless youâre flirting with me.â
Jungkook stops. And then raises a brow. âUnless Iâm flirting with youâŚâ
You snap your eyes to look at him. Mirroring his brow, you ask, âAre you flirting with me?â
âMaybe,â Jungkook looks at you, lips tilted into a barely-there smirk that suddenly makes your cheeks burn with heat. âDo you like it?â
It takes you a while to answer, processing his words. You donât know if heâs joking or what. Is this just his usual teasing? It feels different this time.
But why are you denying it again to yourself, though? You may be stupid sometimes, but you know his teasing gets a little⌠borderline flirty. Youâre scared to ask him about it outright, though â afraid to be faced with the possible truth that itâs just your head playing mind-tricks for you; that Jungkook, with his teasing, is not flirty at all and youâre just flattering yourself to think about it that way.
But right now, his question feels real.
If he is flirting with you⌠do you like it?
You pour a drink into the shotglass and down it quickly. You feel your vision starting to get a little hazy as you put it down the table.
Jungkook realizes what you just did, and then throw his head back to laugh.
âNow, that was a cop-out.â He says, pointing to the trick that you just did.
You give him a smirk. âNo rules about not answering except down a drink.â
Jungkook chuckles. âSmart girl.â
He watches as you stand up, but when you trip over the carpet, heâs quick to follow and go over to your direction to hold your wrist, his arm going around your waist to guide you to stand upright.
âYou okay?â He asks. When you look up, your faces are just a hair's breadth away.
âHm.â You hum, blinking your eyes up at him. You find itâs because your lids are starting to get heavy.
âBe careful.â Jungkook says, but he doesnât let go of your waist, nor your wrist.
You stand there in the middle of the living room with that position, and weirdly enough, you feel like youâre both glued on it.
You canât move â or donât want to. You wish you want to. But you donât, and itâs why you let Jungkookâs fingers trail softly to your waist.
âYou look real sleepy,â he comments â whispers, more like, his bated breath hitting your skin.
âI am a bit dazy.â You say, finding yourself indulging in his touch.
Somehow, Jungkook never makes a move to get away even when youâre already steady on both feet. You feel that fading away so soon though, your knees starting to feel like theyâre about to buckle at the way Jungkookâs eyes bore deep into your own. You feel a sort of heightened sense within your body, his hand on your back making something in you tingle.
Itâs so intimate â the position. Jungkook looms over you with his much bigger frame and with his support on your back, you can just let yourself fall back.
Can you, though? Are you sure heâs going to catch you?
âYou do look a little dazy,â Jungkook comments, but his eyes have traveled down to your face, and you can see them stop at your lips.
That makes them part.
You see Jungkookâs adamâs apple bobbing at the action.
âI do feel dazy,â you say, parroting back his words. Maybe theyâre coming off slurred. You donât know. You find you donât care.
Jungkookâs lips tilt into a gentle smile. Soft like his demeanor. Soft like his arm that somehow found a way to tighten its hold around you even though you donât need it. But itâs Jungkook though, and as much as you deny it even to yourself â you do like his touch.
âYeah, you told me so.â His voice becomes an octave lower. His hands start to rub your clothed waist, and the ministrations of his thumb distract you a bit.
You roam your eyes around his face â noting the scar on his cheek which story you want to know so bad. When you trail you eyes down to his lips, you see the mole under it. You donât think you were being subtle at all â itâs quite obvious that youâre just staring.
And you know Jungkook notices.
âJungkook,â you breathed out, calling him about nothing in particular.
His only response is a small, gentle hum.
A beat of silence, and you feel Jungkookâs face leaning closer to yours.
You donât make a move away from him, just let your legs stay where they are, letting Jungkook slowly pull you to him. You can tell his movements are slower than usual â like heâs testing the waters, searching for something in your eyes, quietly asking if itâs okay â if what heâs about to do is okay.
It makes your heart hammer against your chest â his breathing becoming more audible in your own ears. His mouth reeks of the soju you both drank earlier, but youâve always liked the smell of it, especially when it comes with a man as breathtaking as him.
You feel the tip of his nose touching yours, your chest pressing against his own, his hand travelling from your waist to the back of your head.
When Jungkook leans down to close the gap, you swerve your face just in time to have his lips press against your hair instead.
âIâm sleepy.â You say quietly, a nervous lilt to your voice. You duck your head a little lower, laying your face on his chest and bury it with his scent.
You can feel Jungkook freeze in his position, taken aback by the sudden turn of events. You hope he doesnât feel the way your heart goes abnormal in your chest with such proximity â but right now, all you want to do is hide. Hide your face away from him because if he sees you, heâll know exactly what youâre thinking.
Heâll know exactly the effect he has on you.
It takes a few seconds of silence before Jungkook comes back to you.
âHm,â He hums, and you feel his hand letting go of your wrist to wrap around your waist, squeezing for a brief moment. Jungkookâs other hand cradles your head to his chest, swiping his hand against your hair in a repeated manner, and with the way he rests his chin on the crown of your head, you feel comfort in the whole thing. âWe should sleep.â
âYeahâŚâ you trail off, and you can just feel your lids getting heavier at the remark.
âYeah?â
âHm.â
âIâll take the couch. Do you want to shower first?â You shake your head against his chest. You feel it vibrating when he chuckles. âOkay.â
âMy body feels like jelly.â You say, and you feel that to be actually true.
âIs that code for âcarry me to your bed, Jungkookâ?â
Youâre thankful your face is buried in his chest as you smile widely.
âDo you want it to be?â
âI donât mind.â
You nod. âGood. I think Iâll get alcohol poisoning tomorrow.â
You feel Jungkook lifting his chin off your head as he sounds scold-y when he says, âDonât joke like that.â
You giggle against his chest.
âCarry me before I pass out.â
Jungkook snorts. âOhh. Bossy.â
âItâs my last day here. I deserve some slack.â You grumble.
âFine.â
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Pearls
Cregan Stark x named!fem!reader no desc (gif just for vibes)
18+!
my first smut writing and it was an intrusive thought that hasn't left my mind all week I need to get it out NEOW. I don't know my audience for this but please let it not be too niche idk đ
Lately, Cregan had been absent from their marital chambers until the darkest parts of the night. Work had been keeping him apart from his Lady wife for far too long in her eyes. One night was almost unbearable, let alone weeks of it. Sometimes, he fell asleep in his study after pouring over scrolls and plans for hours.
It was hard to sleep without her husband, she found. After their marriage less than a year ago, they had shared the same bed every night after. Their relationship was most likely the healthiest in all of Westeros. Always in sync and filling what the other lacked. Whereas Vanya was compassionate and kind, Cregan was stern and unyielding. Together, they led the North as any Stark Lord and Lady should: In harmony.
Vanya had taken care of her tasks well, managing what Cregan could not in his time of occupation. Winter was upon them, cold and unrelenting. Vanya's first as Lady Stark, and one she intended to run smoothly to set a precedent for her live's rule.
However, even though she kept herself busy til late evening, she found her needs growing by the day. Usually, her and Cregan found themselves enjoying many rounds of pleasure before they tucked in for the night. Now, since he'd been busy, they hadn't even kissed in weeks. Simple glances at him or the feel of his arm's warmth draping over her in the early hours of the morning made her almost feral with want for her husband.
But he was always gone when she awoke. She was left to get ready for her own day of duties completely alone, longing for her husband's company. An emptiness struck her heartâone that she was determined to fill.
She got to work after her day was through. Knowing Cregan wouldn't join her til long after she was finished, she enjoyed the secretive project in the privacy of the chambers.
Pearls.
Lace.
Thread.
The only three things she dained to need for her little excursion. She worked quickly and nimbly, a nervous fluttering feeling drifting in her belly and staying there until she had finished. Quickly, she put the garment on. Satisfied by the mirror's view, Vanya giddily got dressed into her sheer white night shift.
She settled into bed, only being able to fall into a light sleep in her excitement.
It was not too long before she heard the quiet creeking of the door open and close, Cregan always making a point to enter and exit their chambers considerately. With a heavy sigh, she heard him drop his clothes and boots to the floor.
Weight dropped onto his side of the bed, and a familiar arm draped itself around her waist. Cregan sighed once more into the back of her neck, breathing in the comforting scent of his wife.
Vanya reached up gingerly, lacing her fingers with his. "Husband," she whispered, gauging his mood.
"Wife," he muttered back, thumbing absentmindedly at the space below her belly button.
"How was your day? You've been kept busy, far from the warmth of our hearth." She brought his hand up to kiss gently, starting to wake herself fully.
Cregan hummed guiltily, nodding into her smooth skin. "Tiring. I promise, once Winter starts to come to a close, I will make up every minute I spent leaving my dear wife waiting." The words were muttered slowly into the shell of her ear.
Vanya only huffed a laugh, shaking her head though he couldn't see her face. "There is time now, isn't there?" She asked coyly.
When she recieved no answer, "Cregan?"
None again, but the soft breaths coming from his nose. Turning to face him, she was met with closed eyes and a content slight smile gracing her husband's handsome features. She lay her head back on her pillow, sighing in accepted defeat. Brushing a piece of hair back behind his ear, she kissed his forehead, "goodnight, my husband."
The next day was the same as the last ones. She woke up alone again, only this time Vanya was much more determined to stoke the fire she knew Cregan had. Keeping the garment on underneath her day dress, a light powder blue number with tapered sleeves, she made her way about the Great Keep conducting her business.
Her mind was heavy with thoughts of Cregan, hunched over his desk and stressfully raking his hands through his dusty brown threads. Vanya finished her duties early, freshening up in their chambers before she returned outside of them. Hurriedly, she changed into a light blue shift, similar in color to the one she had worn out. She dabbled some sandalwood perfume oil on her neck and wrists, fixing her hair quickly before making her way towards Cregan's solar. The windows she passed by showed the fresh night sky and the dotted stars along it, the perfect time for any stray servants or maids to be tucking away for their own leisure time before bed.
Vanya took a short breath in before opening his solar door, spotting the exact visage she had imagined the whole day. Dressed in only his grey tunic visible above the pine desk, he had clearly discarded his pelts and leathers for the day, seeing as he had not even left the room once. The hearth was dying, only embers remaining. Clearly, he had wished not to be disturbed by any servants throughout the day.
He was still engrossed in writing a scroll when Vanya approached his desk. A tap on the spot above his elbow had jerked his head up, a shocked look in his eyes as he looked up at his wife. "Vanya, you should be abed alreadyâ" he said quickly.
Vanya shook her head, sitting herself on the edge of his table stubbornly. "Couldn't sleep." She lied. "I missed by husband's warmth next to me."
His lips pursed as he glanced between her and his work. "I'm sorry, I will finish as fast as I can. Wait for me?" He offered, though they both knew if she left now, he would only be swallowed up by his duties once more.
Vanya placed a hand on his cheek, running her thumb over the dark undereyes that deepened his tired expression. "I wish to stay with my husband, if it please him."
Cregan's eyes softened, nodding his agreement. He scooted his chair outwards, leaving ample room for Vanya to sit between him and the desk. Instead of sitting across his lap, as she normally would when accompanying him in his seat, she lifted her skirts to her thighs and sat facing him.
He tilted his head slightly, instinctively placing his hands over her hips to adjust her. "Won't this be uncomfortable for you?" He asked, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks and ears at the position.
Vanya shook her head, choosing to sit herself closer and bury her face into his neck. "Go on, don't let me interrupt." She said innocently, earning a glance from her husband before he followed her instructions and started back on his writing.
After a few minutes, she felt enough time had passed to make him inconspicuous of her actions. Slowly, she pressed herself closer to his chest, squishing her breasts again his own thinly clothed skin. She felt him pause and take a deep breath in before continuing, and had to bit her lip to prevent herself from smiling into his tunic.
A few more minutes passed, though she grew more impaitient with every second his hands were not on her. Slowly, she pressed her pelvis into his, revealing the hardened texture of the garment to him.
This time, he paused fully, confused. Setting the quill down, he leaned back. "What is that?" He asked, placing a hand on her hip again.
Vanya only smiled, grabbing his other hand and guiding it ever so slowly down to nethermost regions. "Feel for yourself." She cooed as she led a finger to run over the string.
"WhatâPearls?" He asked, brows knitting together curiously.
Vanya nodded at the question.
"Where did you find such a thing?" Cregan asked, though did not recind his hand.
"I made them myself. Don't worry, no loud-mouthed seamstress will know of Lady Stark vying for some promiscuous garments."
"And they are..." He trailed off, swallowing heavily at the indication. Indeed, he shared in his logging and need throughout these weeks apart.
"For you, dear husband." Vanya purred, nipping softly at his bottom lip and pulling away just as fast.
Immediately, he lifted her from his lap and onto the desk, tossing aside his papers to the floor. He lifted her skirts further, bunching them carelessly at her hips as he tugged her legs to wrap around his waist.
Pinching the strand of pearls between his index and thumb, his eyes stayed glued to the glistening white pearls lying between her lower folds. Vanya felt herself throb with need at the lustful glare he held, leaning back on her hands to watch only his face.
Softly, he lifted the string to make it press against her own sensitive pearl. At her slight gasp and squirm, Cregan knelt to his knees faster than he ever had before. Glancing up at his wife's face, he silently asked for permission.
After she nodded, he was quick to move. The pearls, covered in her own essence, were moved slightly to the side as Cregan pressed his face to her core. Vanya threw her head back at the sudden stimulation, Cregan's tongue wildly moving from place to place as if he couldn't find a favorite spot.
Up and down, a solid stripe from her hole to sensitive bud. Circling the pearl with an eager swipe of his tongue, he moved down just as quickly as he began. With desperate, shallow thrusts into her clenching hole, Cregan tried and failed to press himself closer, already having no air to breathe with the space between them being nonexistent. Not that he minded, of course.
With a firm tug at his loose hair, Cregan turned his head with a heaving chest to face his wife. Looking offended at the separation, his fingers clenched at the soft parts of her upper thighs, ready to dig his face back to its spot.
Vanya whined out for him, shaking her head. She closed her thighs over his head, urging him up to meet her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue, enjoying the bittersweet slick with a deep moan. Cregan pressed himself closer, moving her by her waist to seat her on the edge of the table.
"I need you, Cregan, please." She pleaded, hards still carding through his hair to ground herself. She was so empty, only able to be whole again with Cregan's help.
At her plea, Cregan couldn't help but oblige, he unlaced his breeches urgently, allowing Vanya to strip him of his tunic and run her hands over the lean muscle of his chest and back.
He stroked himself a few times, smearing himself at her entrance. They both groaned in unision as his tip hit the string of pearls. They pressed to her swollen bud, making her jerk her hips up closer to meet his own. He slid the string to the side to make room for his length, sinking into the wet heat with a soft groan.
Her head found his shoulder again as she clawed at his shoulders, mewling. He mimicked her action, hands gripping onto her hips as he bit at her neck and collarbone sharply to conceal his moans.
His thrusts were fast and desperate, both wasting no time with soft touches and sweet nothings. That could be done later, after they were both saited and content in their own bed.
She panted heavily, reaching down between them both to rub loose circles around her pearl. He groaned as she tightened, knowing what it meant.
"Where?" He grunted out, kissing at her shoulder as a wordless apology to the angry red bite lying there.
"Inside," she gasped, tightening her legs around his waist to keep him closer.
It was not long before they both reached their peaks. Cregan continued his ministrations, thrusts becoming slower and less powerful as he winded down from his high. He stayed inside her even after they both came down, the warmth too good to pass up in the cold solar. The embers had long disappeared, leaving only the cobble to block out Winterfell's chill.
Vanya couldn't mind, either, enjoying the fullness it brought even in the sensitive state.
"What brought this on?" Cregan asked after a few long moments passed. He soothed over the marks on her hips, sure that bruises would appear in the morrow.
She hummed, kissing the space connecting his ear and jawline affectionately. "Is it too obscure for a wife to want for her husband?"
Cregan raised a brow, "of course not. I have missed you, too." He said, bringing her lips to his to kiss.
She deepened it, dragging him back to her after he pulled away. Tilting her head, she shivered at the brush of his tongue over her own, the texture a familiar delight.
Cregan pulled back after a while, a heavy look in his steel eyes. "I don't think we'll get much sleep tonight if you keep doing that."
She laughed, "I am far from tired, my Lord."
He growled playfully, bringing her from the table and carrying her in his arms. Cregan chuckled at her gasp, starting his journey to their chambers.
"Someone might see us!" She squealed into his neck, hiding her face uselessly.
"Let them. The whole of Westeros will know how my wife is the most beautiful in the Seven Kingdoms." He said, pinching her bottom with a cheeky smirk.
His solar was left open behind them, work long forgotten for the next day. Tonight was for Lord Stark and his Lady Wife.
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Get yourself a munch like Cregan Stark
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intimate â hamzahthefantastic
contains: 18+ content mdni!!!!, oral + fingering (fem receiving), inexperienced reader
summary: you spend a random friday night. exploring physical intimacy with your boyfriend.
a/n: cooked this up at 2 am and wanted to post hi
part 2: closer
you and hamzah had been dating for a couple months-
on one random tuesday evening, you and your best friend had decided to go out to your local karaoke bar. during your cover of carly simonâs youâre so vain, your eyes locked with a pair of big brown eyes from across the room. he had curly hair poking out of a camo hat and a silly shirt on. heâs cute, you thought.
the several shots you had taken throughout the night left you feeling brave. you smiled at him and continued to hold eye contact with the stranger throughout the duration of the song- performing as if it were only you two in the room.
a smile spread across his face and he quickly began mouthing the lyrics back to you. mirroring the emotion you poured into each word. and in that moment, even though he was a stranger at the time, you fell completely head over heels for him.
he approached after you finished the song, applauding you on your performance and introducing himself. you two spent the rest of the night talking. not only was he even more attractive up close- he was hilarious. he understood all of your niche internet references and matched your sarcastic jokes. once the karaoke bar begun closing up, he quickly asked if youâd want to coffee in the morning which you replied with an immediate and over-eager âyes.â
since then the two of you were inseparable. he loved taking you on planned out dates but even more than that, he loved doing mundane life tasks with you. cleaning. grocery shopping. helping you take your laundry down to the local laundry mat. heâd do absolutely anything as long as he got to be around you.
so in many ways, your guysâ relationship resembled an old married couple. the way you bantered back and forth. the way you shared your darkest secrets with one another. the way you could simply never get sick of each otherâs presence.
the one thing you two had never truly explored was physical intimacy.
youâd made out of course. and there were definitely times you wanted more. but neither of you had ever initiated anything more.
hamzah had never directly asked, but he figured you didnât have much experience after you told him you had never had a boyfriend. this was why he was so hesitant to pursue anything further than kissing with you. he would never want you to feel pressured in any way so he decided heâd wait for you to initiate that you wanted more.
it was like any other friday night- the two of you making out on hamzahâs couch, neglecting the movie that took thirty minutes to decide on.
a soft moan escapes your mouth and hamzah allows himself to let his hands slide down your waist to your hips. he grips onto them, pulling you closer than you thought possible.
with his hips pressed against you, you feel just how turned on he is. and god, you feel the same.
you hook a leg around his hips, allowing him to press into you even deeper. you push your hips up and the friction is downright intoxicating.
within seconds, the two of you are grinding together, completely clothed. the kisses getting messier and messier. satisfied sounds coming from the both of you.
hamzahâs hands roam your body, unable to stay still. his hands slide under your large t-shirt as he moves from your mouth to your jaw. his fingers begin tracing the lace of your bra as he kisses alongside your neck.
you guys had never gotten this heated before. the thought of whatâs to come makes you nervous. he feels you stiffen under him.
âyou okay?â he looks up at you worriedly.
ây-yeah i just, never done this before,â you admit.
âsâokay we wonât do anything you donât want to do,â he moves his hand, rubbing the side of your waist soothingly. âwhenever you tell me to stop, i will.â
âi donât want to stop,â you confess. he nods before placing his lips back on your neck.
âwhat have you done before?â he asks between kisses.
ânothing. only kissing.â
hamzah learning that youâd done nothing at all had suprised him a bit.
âreally?â he looks at you, âno guy has ever tried anything with you before?â
âno. i guess no guy has ever wanted me like that,â you explain. truly, you had never felt sexy or desirable until meeting hamzah. he was constantly reminding you of just how attractive you were.
âshut up.â he grins like he doesnât believe you before placing a sweet kiss to your lips. âyouâre perfect.â he kisses your cheek gently. âsâbeautiful,â his lips move to your jaw once again.
âand so fucking sexy.â his low voice vibrates against the skin on your neck. âand i want you like that.â
you feel his fingers play with the edge of your t-shirt. he glances up to you as he starts to pull up the fabric- asking permission. you nod in response.
he runs his hands over your lacy bralette. you arch your back, allowing him to unclip and completely remove your bra, leaving you in a small pair of black lacy boy shorts.
you feel vulnerable- nervous.
but heâs staring at you as if this is the most beautiful sight heâs ever seen.
he kisses you. placing one hand on your breast. the other cupping the side of your face, tilting your head back so he can deepen your kiss. his fingers work your nipple before being replaced by his mouth.
then he moves towards your stomach, kissing his way down. you spread you legs automatically, giving him more room to work his way down your torso. the thin fabric of your boy shorts getting wetter and wetter by the second.
he stops right before your boy shorts, hooking his fingers at the band of them.
âthis okay?â he asks, his big brown eyes looking up at you.
âyeah, keep going.â you nod and shift your hips closer toward him, feeling needy.
just like that, your lacy shorts are being thrown to the side. hamzahâs hands go to the inside of your thighs, spreading you wider before placing sweet kisses on both inner thighs.
his sweet kisses are replaced by his tongue running up the inside of your thigh. heâs taking his time but god the anticipation is killing you.
you whimper and his tongue is immediately running up and down your folds and then circling your clit slowly. your hands hold onto his dark curls, earning a deep groan from him.
he continues to suck on your clit in a way that makes you feel like your floating. and you simply cannot contain the satisfied moans leaving your throat.
he lifts his mouth up and the loss of contact makes you want to cry until you see his hand moving up your thigh.
the pad of his thumb presses your clit, making slow circles.
âdo you ever touch yourself like this?â he asks, his voice confident and curious.
ây-yeah.â you answer, barely able to get words out.
âyeah?â he grins, âwhat do you think about, baby?â
the sound of his voice makes the knot in your stomach grow stronger.
âthis,â you admit, âi- think about you t-touching me like this.â
he slips a finger inside you. a devilish smile on his face.
âi think about you too.â he slides a second finger in. âiâve thought about this so many times.â
âthought about how wet youâd get for me. how pretty youâd look when i make you come..â
he cuts himself off, his mouth now occupied with completely devouring your core. his two fingers still pumping in and out of you at a pace that makes you see stars.
âwant you..to come..all over my fingers.â he says breathlessly.
all you can do is let out a shuddered sigh in response. youâre so close. his fingers increase in pace, perfectly coordinating with his tongue. you tug on his hair, needing to grasp onto something.
âhamzah,â you whimper. âhamzah, iâm going to-â
you donât even get to finish your sentence before you cry out. pleasure flooding over your entire body in a way it never has. a way much more intense than anything youâd done on your own.
he removes his fingers and brings his hand towards your face.
âopen your mouth,â he says, looking up at you. âwant you to know how fucking good you taste, pretty girl.â
you taste his fingers in your mouth, sucking them clean before releasing them.
he grins at you before pressing his mouth to yours, kissing you gently.
he pulls away, tracing his fingers up and down one of your arms soothingly.
âfeel good?â he questions.
âso good,â you laugh, still catching your breath after your orgasm.
he kisses your temple before pulling you up, positioning you two upright on the couch once again with his arm around your waist.
âso should we restart this movie- because it was actually really good before you started distracting me.â, you tease.
âgirl, donât even.â he responds, pulling you closer towards him and holding up the remote to rewind the movie.
a/n: guys i have never written any sort of smut so sorry if this awful and too long and boring⌠might delete this after like a dayâŚlol but i will write more if u guys want⌠tehe⌠k bye muah
p.s. there is a fly in my room and itâs 3:30 am and i canât sleep and all i can hear is the goddamn fly buzzing around me
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#there's this one frostmaster fic that must be TERRIBLE cos it fails on any metric but for some reason people bookmarked it#though the visible ones seem to be mostly people who bookmark literally everything they read so...#it has one (1) comment and like a thousand hits :|#i think it's not a bad fic! but apparently i am wrong about that :'(#BUT if there's one person out there who silently loves it i don't want to take it from them#i have invented a silent yet adoring audience in my head for fics that âdon't do numbersâ. between this and the âreason other than qualityâ#that i preemptively invent for any fic to flop i am left perhaps overly confident in my skillz but also a bit less worried about stats.#btw 'fair alfrida' didn't go too well either but i had fun writing it so fuck it i don't care (...much)#more positively: the frigga gen did v well and the sylki-on-sakaar one i fretted about for months does not actually repel readers!#and this year i feel like i'm doing fairly well despite posting a few quite niche fics :D#tbh some of my own fics are things i probably wouldn't click on cos they wouldn't seem like my jam from the summary/tags#and i beat myself up less about only writing short oneshots now that i've posted a couple of longer works as well#the sylki arranged marriage fic is on-track to be my second-longest fic ever (the bar was low but shhhh)#...as you can see i still put too much importance on length of fic even though i prefer reading shorter works meself :|#ANYWAY STATS BACK OFF NOW I THINK
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đđđđđđ | General Acacius x reader x Emperor Geta
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summary | living under emperor geta's rule was never supposed to be easy, but he aims to make it nearly impossible, even if he has become fond of you.
author's note | i never really intended for this to get another part, but since seeing the movie and wanting to expand on these characters and possibly writing for geta on his own, i thought i would turn this into a little passion project. i know there's a niche group of you that have asked for a second part to this, and as much as i crave chaos, i hope you enjoy where i took this and know that i am all for the crazed man that is emperor geta. (can be read as a standalone, but the first part can be read here)
content warning | 18+ mdni, DDDNE - heavy dubcon (due to sex work, ect), heavy themes of abuse under the rule of a vile emperor (mention of injury, slapping, ect), normalized degredation, exhibitionism and exchange of bodily fluids, smut galore (oral, unprotected piv, ect), choking tw, death tw, use of opium poppy, drugging tw (not against reader), named side character, marcus acacius being the real knight in shining armor. this is unbeta'd so i apologize for any spelling mishaps.
word count â 8k
You live within him, it feels.Â
Geta never let you stray farther than a touch, within arms distance.Â
You were no longer yourself, rather an extension of him.
He prefers you naked. But, he often dresses you up in gowns; modest sometimes, occasionally leaning toward more revealing fabricâsheer lace, high slits, deep-cut necklines that accentuate your breasts and hips, the soft but tight curve of your ass. Sometimes you wondered if he liked the clothes more accessible to his wandering hands, his fingers fluttering under your gown during public meetings, even.
The men never said a word, they wouldnât dare.
If you were given the opportunity to be away from him, it was always under the watchful gaze of his guards, and only to complete tasks he has ordered to youâfetching food when he was too lazy to leave his bed and when you were feigning the grimace in your face, itching to wander.
Your relationship is complicated in the beginning but easier to manage as you become accustomed to his personality and outbursts, learning what makes him tick. Heâs easier to manipulate with sex, something you have no issue taking full advantage of.
And he fancies an audience, usually. Other servants, less privileged women that trembled in his presence, fearful that his next move would be their last, somehow comforted by your confident and guiding touch. It made no sense to not enjoy what you could while you were imprisoned here, even if Geta and his brother did nothing to soothe the discomfort they left in their wake, making your skin crawl as his fingers drifted along your skin.
Caracalla could not touch either, his brother forbade it. An eager boy, riddled with a brain-eating sickness, he was dutiful to his brother but harmful in his own ways, fickle with thoughtful choices and often making important decisions on impulse.Â
They were destroying Rome, that much you knew to be true.
-
Getaâs hand guided up your stomach, his palm curling around your breasts as he squeezed, your own hand flat against his chest as you rode him with fervor in the early morning hours, dawn peeking over the warm, lilac sky.Â
In this light, he seemed almost normal. Eyes drifting shut in the silence of his quarters, just youâjust him, he often made the mistake of weakening his defenses like this. He growled, low and quiet as his hands traded your breasts for your hips, spinning you in an instant and pinning you beneath him, soon his hand like a vice grip on your neck as he thrusts into you with little care or regard, a string of spit connecting his parted lips as he laughed, an eerie cackle as he came inside of you, admiring the tremble in your lip as he released his grip on your throat, subtly intaking the breath you had been deprived of as he pulls away from you, falling against the mattress and pulling the silk bed sheet over himself.
You move to do the same, but he grips the sheet.
âMake yourself come,â He demands, a sneer across his face as he yanks the sheet away completely.Â
It was routine, now. You part your thighs without hesitation, leaning back on your elbow to allow him an unobstructed view, a tired but amused expression on his face as you play with your clit, fingers sliding through your folds, eyes drifting shut as they often did.Â
It was easier to picture him this way, brown curls buried between your thighs and the tanned-skin of his backside as he stretched out below you, rutting his cock into the sheets as he ate you like his final meal, eyes like warm honey as they peered up at you.
Acacius, sweet Acacius.Â
You were thankful you could remember his face, a memory you would pray to the gods to stick with you forever, a blissful crest of pleasure as your middle finger circles over your clit in a hurried manner, heels digging into the sheets as you feel itâfuck, itâs there, right thereâ
âLook at me,â He leers, his hand twisting into your hair at the crown of your head, a searing pain that makes you gasp, but your eyes fly open, mouth parted in a mix of pain and pleasure, âtell me how generous of an emperor I am to be so kind to a little whore like you.â
You nod shakily, swallowing as your mouth dries, âYou have given me everything, your highness. Everything. I may never be able to repay you such a debt,â It was a script, one youâve memorized and dare not forget, âMay Iââ Youâve learned to ramp up the dramatics when heâs lips part in anticipation, fingers itching as his thigh as they curled, his dick twitching beneath the fabric, âmay I come?â
So fucking full of himself.
Whether you did or not didnât matter anymore, but he allowed it. Insists. Your eyes never leave him.
â
Even as you dress, again, he hovers.Â
Youâve learned the proper customs and rules, always making sure you look perfect. Pristine. Scrubbing your body down so harsh and deep that it makes your skin feel raw, because if Geta noticed anythingâanything at all, it would mean punishment.Â
He liked lashings, but that was too exertive for him.
His handmaidens aided the swelling and cuts as well as they could, ice and creams, clever ways to cover the wounds to your face. You were starting to feel a numbness when the anger would rise and explode, only praying that he would remove his rings before doing so.
âHeâs visiting,â Geta speaks as though it was a secret, squeezing your chin between his fingers before they predictably fall to your neck, squeezing in the perfect spot to make you feel light, airy, and not in a good way, âI best not get a whiff of contempt, understood?â
âI am yours, Geta,â You knew he liked the more relaxed approach, his grip easing up, âhe is nothing, nothing compares to you.â
His nostrils flare, a half-hearted smirk crossing his face as he shrugs.
âI have a task for you,â Geta teases, before his finger trails toward your nose, thumb rubbing against the soft, bulbous curve and down your lips, pushing his fingertip inside, prying your lips apart, thumb tucking against the inside of your cheek as you mouth falls open, âbut, not in this moment. The timing must beâŚperfect.â
Your eyes squint slightlyâhe was up to no good, that much you could decipher.Â
â
He gave the other servants a look, shooing them away as you stayed on his heels, your dress flowing at your ankles, feet bare against the marble floor. He pulled faintly at your wrist as he took a seat, maneuvering you into his lap, his own legs outstretched, fingers traveling up the center of your chest before his hands curving around the back of your head, his thumb rubbing at your jawline.
âTry anything, I will kill him first. Then you.â
You smile, syrupy sweet, playing with a thin strand of his fiery locks underneath the lip of his crown.
âYou worry so much, Emperor,â Your own hand covers his, a bold touch as you stare him down, âIt does not suit you.â
Heâs emotionless for a moment too long, fearing you may have finally overstepped, before he breaks out into a laugh, one final squeeze before he relinquishes his hold.
The General and his entourage arrive soon after your conversation, Caracalla having joined shortly before the approach of many guestsâmost thanking their Emperors for no apparent reason other than because they enjoyed watching people kneel before them, confessing their undying loyalty.
It was pathetic, but what you were doingâforced or not, was no better. It was much like being stripped bare, the way the others' eyes prowled, watchful of Getaâs wandering touch.
âQuite the whore youâve acquired,â One embolden man comments, his slimy smirk coming moments later, before calling over his shoulder, âGeneral Acacius, you must tell me where you acquire suchâŚtoys. Such a generous gift you gave.â
You smiled with faked confidence, sat in his lap, one leg draped over his own, the other dragging along the floor where it rested through his split thighs, a kneading hand dragging along your inner thigh. Your fingers drag along his own, his tongue shoving into his bottom lip and over his teeth, a tick youâve learned meant no good, his eyes turning quickly to rage.
You could hear the deep timber of the general over your shoulder as he is called forward, your eyes never leaving Geta, even as he straightens in his throne, his palm flattening against the arm of the chair digging into your back. You slide a hand inside his robe, fingertips dragging along his collarbone, âHe knows I am yours now, Geta.â
âGeneral Acacius,â Geta greets with a poorly faked kindness, one that Acacius returns with a curt nod and the usual bow that one of higher ranking would offer, the traditions were different for townspeople, but it was still ridiculous in any manner, âI take you have good news to share.â
Otherwise, he would not be here.
âAustria will be conquered within the next fortnight, Emperor Geta,â He explains with a rigidness that oozed discomfort, ignoring the smarmy look of another nearby general, one of much lower important, but nonethelessâ
âAh, it must feel strange,â The man suddenly interjects, a finger circling the steel goblet in his hand, filled to the brim with wine, âtrading whores, doing businessârather messyâŚâ
Getaâs jaw tenses, his anger suddenly directed elsewhere.
But, as usual, Acacius knows how to defuse a tense situation.
âShe was a gift to the Emperor,â The general clarifies, âfor what he does with her is none of my business, I only knew her as a loyal servant,â not a whore, never had those words left his mouth.
Getaâs chest rumbles softly, his hand squeezing painfully tight at your thigh.
Your teeth clench to silence the pain, dreading his next words as they leave his mouth.
âCall her what she is, Acacius,â He goaded, âa whoreâand she excels.âÂ
His other hand slides through the open back of your dress, slipping one fold of fabric down your shoulder as he grins, all of the lower society bystanders having filtered out of the palace by now, leaving a large group of generals waiting for Geta's official dismissal.
âGive them a show,â He boasts, shoving you off of him rather abruptly, but you quickly plant your bare feet into the flooring, steadying yourself as you kneel before the Emperor, spreading out the spare fabric of your dress to act as a temporary comfort to your knees as you work at Getaâs robe, hesitant as you peer up at him briefly, he nods slightly, but taunting, âgo on.â
It wasnât the first time youâve performed for an audience, feeling eerily normal nowâbut in a room full of generals? Acacius? You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, deafening everything else around you as you split his robe apart and dragged your fingers up the inside of his thigh, his tongue peeling slightly through his lips as you wrapped your delicate fingers around his cock, watching as he hardened under your skilled touch, despite how incredibly awkward the air felt, some of the men murmuring around you quietly.
His fingers dig into your hair at the start of your scalp, unhappy with your pace as he grips, pulling you forward until you get the idea, your tongue licking slowly along the head of his cock, the reddened tip glistening with a small drop of precome. You circle around it, slow and tantalizing before you run down the length of his shaft, having memorized every ridge and vein by this point that it has become second nature to instinctively know what pulls him toward the edge faster, easier. But, he wasnât even looking at you. He was staring through you, behind you.
He was staring Acacius down, guiding you down his cock without much relief as your eyes flutter shut when his cock head nears the back of your throat, using practiced breathing as you focus. He didnât like it when you gagged, eventually allowing you up for air as you claw gently at his thigh, but the process is repeated over and over again until youâre tearing up, drool collecting down your neck and chest, hand still secured tightly at the root of your hair as he pulls you off suddenly, demanding a tense, âOpen, tongue out,â as he comes in short, but forceful spurts against your tongue, swallowing the heady taste of him without another thought.Â
He pats at your cheek lightly when you open your mouth, showing it empty.
âStand,â He ordered, adjusting your dress back up slightly to cover your breast, chuckling underneath his breath at how disheveled you looked otherwise, hair an absolute mess and your chest slick with spit, âohâwhy donât you give him a kiss? As a thank you for his generosity.â
Geta covers himself lazily, uncaring as if a dozen or so men hadnât just watched him come down your throat. You turn on your heels, approaching Acacius who was simmering with rage, it was subtle, but you could sense it as you came closer.
You smile softly, a silent apology as you touch him first, fingers curling around the side of his neck as you press your lips against his in a chaste kiss, knowing Geta would allow nothing more. And it doesnât surprise you how easy it feels to fall back into his touch, the polite press of Acacius hand at your hip catching you by surprise, feeling the faint adjustment of fabric, invisible to the naked eye, but you feel it.
Geta doesnât appreciate Acacius reciprocity, cutting the moment short.
But, Geta is more relaxed that night after Acacius departure than heâs ever been.
Heâd won.Â
At least, he thought so.
â
âAn entire limb seems harsh,â Geta thinks, twisting the rings on his finger as you dry from the bath he had ordered you take before lying in bed with him, always wanting you perfect and clean, âmaybe a few fingers would suffice as punishment.â
You keep your silence, letting him think aloud as you squeezed the water from your hair with the cloth, but eventually Getaâs hand wanders, pulling at the cloth covering your body, forcing it to drop to the ground, âWhat do you think?â
Your eyebrows raise in faint shock, that he was legitimately addressing you about a concern, a choice he would happily make himselfâso, why? Why was he asking?
Whatever, youâll bite.
âWhat did they do?â
âThe generalâfrom the other day, who had such choice words for your dear Acaciusââ
âGeta, I have told youââ
âDo not interrupt me,â He seethes, pulling at your wrist, forcing you to be done with your hair and climb over him in bed, âHe assaulted a maid of oursâor Caracallaâs specifically, we had caught him up in his room, trespassing, touching things that did not belong to himââ
People, he means. But, he would never be so generous.
âAnd, you think a few fingers? An arm? That taking away a limb would keep him from doing it again?â You clarify, rolling to your stomach as you crawl toward him, your face level with his own as you rest your head into your open palm.
âUnless, say, you suggest something different.â
âKill him,â You offer lightly, âIf you think one less appendage would teach him a lesson, your highness, I hate to speak out of term, butââ
Geta considers the thought, head tilting to the side before he slowly opens his mouth to speak, âNoâŚI do understand. But, he is a general. It would be something to discuss with a council.â
Your fingers slide across his chest, fingertips rubbing against the small patch of auburn hair at the center of his sternum, slowly crawling up his neck, idle movement that you didnât think about at all anymore.
âYou are an emperor. The people of Rome listen to you,â He and his brother were burning it to the ground, but that wasnât something you could stop alone, âyou are powerfulâand, forgive me, but watching you command a room,â It amazes you sometimes how easily it was to play into his weaknesses, a smile spreading across his face as you boosted his ego, ââit does things to a woman.â
His hand, like a magnet, attaches to your thigh to spread you out on top of him, straddling his groin, your bare pussy pressed tight against the cloth of his robe, your hands pressing into his naked chest.
âYou are smart,â Geta notices, âeducatedâa keen eye unlike I have seen on someone of your social status, I do not know much about you.â
âYou have never asked,â You reply honestly, âthough, it does not matter. I am here for one reason, to serve you.â His grip shifts your waist slightly, aiding the slow, but gentle rock of your hips against his hardening cock and if you closed your eyes long enough, you could enjoy it.
âYet, you may be of more use to me than I suspected,â Geta teases, his hands rising to massage at your breasts, casually nodding to the maid who had peeked her head inside after a quiet knock, nodding as he answered, ââyes, bring them in.â
A line of varying women filter into the room with somber faces.
And just like that, the moment was lost.
â
Geta was such a heavy sleeper, fortunately. Gently prying yourself away as he rolls onto his side, mumbling something unintelligible in his sleep as you quietly step toward the the attached room where you bathed, pulling at a loose tile in the floor where you had stowed away what Acacius had slipped into the fold of your dress, withholding for the right moment to peek.
It was a tiny scroll, rolled up with a thin string and no bigger than your thumb, your nails pulling at the slab until it pops free, quietly unfurling the curled up paper as you read what was carved onto the thin paper, an overuse of ink smudged in spots.
It listed a place, a monument he knew youâd remember and a promise that he would visit every night after the sun set for a small window in time, hoping to catch you.Â
He was still trying to reach you, to provide himself as a comfort in such a time.
You had to plan accordingly, find someone you trusted enough, and convince Geta of your undying loyaltyâthough, it seemed that you were breaking him down.Â
And luckily, you did have a maid you trusted, to a degreeâa young woman of similar age, meek but unsuspecting, she often sensed your displeasement and unease, didnât fit in like the rest of the women that bowed so loyal to the emperors. But, she was a gossip, a troublemaker like Caracalla who she served loyally. She tended to him more regularly, often dealing with his breakdowns and tantrums caused by Geta or, lately, anything. There was never a way to know when he would blow a fuse and cause more bloodshed, he was unruly.Â
There was only one hour of the day when you see herâmorning proceedings, food served to their royal highness, the two brothers chatting amongst themselves as everyone moved fluidly around them. Caracalla had requested fresh squeezed juice, a rather tedious task, but you sneak away with her as the opportunity arose, digging through the oranges without prying eyes.
âI must ask you a favor,â You begin in a hushed tone, rubbing your thumb over the skin of the orange, âand I will owe you immensely.â
She looks at you curious, but expectant.
âThe stuffâŚthat helps Caracalla sleep,â You hint at out of habit, paranoia getting the best of you, âI wouldâŚI require it, for Geta. He sleeps heavily, but I needâŚto be sure.â
âHe is insatiable as of late, that act in front of the generalsââ
âIrene, I am at my end, pleaseâdo you have any remaining?â
It was opium poppy, it had many forms but the one you knew most of was powder. Easy to slip into a drink, often undetectable. It was worth a shot, even if it meant your life.
âAt dusk, by dinner. Is that enough time?â She answers easily, a sigh of relief breathing past your lips as you nod, cradling a few oranges in the crook of your elbow.
You had only prayed Acacius hadnât given up hope, that he might still be lingering in the shadows in wait, hoping for a glimpse of you again.
-
As promised Irene delivers, dousing both of the boys inconspicuously as you kept watch, tainting their wine with the sleeping drug, watch as his eyes began to tire before you as you slipped a grape between his teeth, a sated and happy smile on his face.Â
You hate it, but he almost looks normal. Like he wasnât slaughtering people for entertainment and ruling like a madmanâhe was still young, just beyond his teenage years and into adulthood, like yourself. You wonder where things went wrong and why, that someone could be filled with such unrestrained rage and hate.
Caracalla beckons for Irene eventually, Dundus hopping from her shoulder to his as she trails alongside him to his quarters, suddenly feeling the nudging of a sharp nose into your neck, a faint sniff and a hum as Geta appreciates the flowery smell, a faint lavender on your skin.
âI need you,â He speaks against your skin, nearly sliding your dress down then, your hands grabbing at him quickly and his reaction is delayed, almost confused, âdid you not hear me?â
âLet us retire to your bed,â You suggest, dragging your thumb along his bottom lip, watching as his wine-stained tongue licks at the digit, âand you will have all night to ravish me as you please.â
Thankfully, it doesnât take much convincing. Though, heâs less coordinated than youâre anticipating, draping himself over you lazily as he kneads at your breasts, cupping your cunt over the fabric of your dress, the silk halfway down your body as you step beyond the threshold and Geta is on you without a moment to breath, peeling his clothes of layer by layer before heâs bare before you, a surprising gentleness to his movements.
He takes a seat on the side of his bed, at the edge as he pulls you into his lap, hands spread out against your spine, fingers digging into the skin and begging to make it ache, hurt, but he doesnât have the strength, his kisses become increasingly more lazy as the opium takes hold.
Eventually, his eyes flutter as you pull back, your lips barely brushing against his as he fights the exhaustion, but eventually succumbs, falling slack on the bed as you climb off of him, leaving him sprawled out in his bare state to your valiant amusement, given the amount of times heâs taken to shame you rather than show sympathy, it seemed fair.
Sneaking out of the palace is easier than you expect, having spent endless weeks being mindful, watchful of even the smallest of things. Paths, open windows, learning the schedules of staff and guards, it was almost too easy as your feet fell against the broken pavement, the quiet footfalls following in your quick departure, praying to whatever deity above that General Acacius believed in you enough that you would fight to see him.
â
When you show, it is quiet. Dark, not a soul in sight, tugging the cloak hastily over your shoulders, sending a chill up your spine against the bare skin underneath, a small inkling of doubt seeping into your thoughts as you stare around aimlessly, wondering if you were too late.
Your frame slumps against a nearby pillar, secluded in the shadows, the cold night biting at your feet, the faint sound of hooves off in the distance, realizing just how noisy the streets could be outside of the palaceâit was comforting, in a way.
âYou came,â The words come from your left, behind you as your head whips over your shoulder and heâs touching you before you have time to take him in, a gentle but firm press against your clothed arms, holding you still, âyou are here, dove.â
It was a tone of disbelief, like he had lost hope.
He wouldnât tell you that he almost didnât come tonight. It didnât matter, because you were here.
The visceral reaction you have at his endearing name for you is like a vice grip on your heart, mouth opening to speak but words falling short.
Eventually, the tears fell.
âI am sorry, General,â You speak with a shaky timber, âI amâthat act, his performance the other dayââ
The general soothes your worry, dragging his thumb along your cheekbone to catch a stray tear, âThat has no meaning to me, if anything, it was his mistake for allowing us so close. Otherwise, you would not be here with me now.â
You peer at him through tear-soaked lashes, feeling as if you would be snatched away at any moment, your fingers curling into his similar clothing, a cloak covering what you could assume to be a more relaxed attire, a toga that he would often where around his home, strolling barefoot through his atrium.Â
âWhy am I here, Acacius?â
âYou must trust me,â He urges, âthat when the time is right, I will come for you.â
âWe could go now,â You plead, âhe would never know, he does not care enough to go after me, I swearââ
âLittle dove, he cares for you much more than you know,â The general counters, âyou are valuable to him.â
âHe asked something of me the other night,â You speak absently, rubbing a fingertip along the frayed thread of his cloak at your eye line, âwhat a fitting punishment I thought would be of a man who assaulted a servantâI believe he was testing me.â
Acacius furrows his brow, âYou loyalty, it seems. You are getting under his skin, I see it. He knows of your value to me and that as much as he tries, you will not be tamed. But, he is trying.â
You chew at your bottom lip quietly, a nervous tick that Acacius picked up on long ago, both of his thumbs pulling your lip away from further mutilation.
âLittle one, what is on your mind?â
âI have to go back soon,â You say with an obvious bitterness to your tone, âthough, I do not wish to.â
His large hand curls around the side of your face, cradling your head as you lean into the touch, warmth spreading like fire over your skin, âYou will be with me again.â
He barely registers as your lips touch his, a blink and you were there, lips pressed so tightly against his own that they might bruise, leaning into him like he was the only thing keeping you upright, pulling at the fabric of his toga as his hand wanders beyond your cloak, in search of a touch.
âDove,â He breathes at the realization of skin, âyou are bare, your clothesââÂ
âI rushed,â You stare at him impishly, âI did not think, I know, but,â the general smiles, cheeks dimpling with the show of emotion as he shakes his head.
âYou have me wanting what I cannot have,â He sounds somber, his hand still lingering against your hip, âI know he does not cherish you the way he should.â
You laugh softly, your stomach fluttering at his wandering hand, drifting along your public bone before the full expanse of his hand was cupping your cunt, welcomed by warmth and the sticky wet sensation of arousal that heâs been longing for, like an addict.
âGeneral, would you like to know something?â
âWhat is it?â He inquires to your obvious amusement, his and cradling your head back, neck exposed slightly, thankful that the streets around you were empty.
âHe likes to watch me pleasure myself,â You admit, âmostly because he cannot achieve the feat himself, but as I close my eyes I picture those mornings when you snuck under the sheets and spread my legs open,â Acacius leans forward greedily, hot breath fanning over your face as he yearns for another kiss, moving away from him tauntingly as you finish your speech, âthat sweet look on your face as you taste me, thankful that you expertise was not contained to only battleââ
âCareful,â He warns, âI am not against a reminder if you continue.â
You peer over the broken set of stairs behind him, attached to an abandoned structure, eyebrows raising expectantly, âA parting gift, General?â
â
The discomfort was nothing compared to a general kneeling into the dirt and stone without a hesitation to please you, a whore, a servantâyour title no longer mattered, having carried so many.Â
Heâs still hooded, your legs hanging over his shoulders as he kneeled against the steps, forcing you down flat against the concrete as he licked a slow line through the seam of your cunt, again, again. A teasing trace over your clit as he pressed two thick fingers inside of you, lapping at you loudly.
âDid he bed you tonight?â Acacius inquires curiously.
âNearly,â You sigh, a high-pitched breathy noise as his pace quickens, knowing that you both were on a time limit, âheâhuhâwas far too tuckered to be fulfilled.â
His brows raise subtly at your choice of words.
âI drugged him,â You admit, an unexpected moan ripping from your throat as his tongue flicks over you sensitive clit, fingers digging into his cloak-covered shoulder, âseems the Emperor is not as untouchable as he thinks, and tricked by a whoreâhe would have a fit.â
His fingers dip into your thighs as you squeeze them together around his head, his tongue working quickly over your clit until youâre breathless and whining, feeling the rushing wave of your climax as it crashes into you, Acacius licking up the mess like a starved man.
It takes you a few moments to come back to earth, feeling a gentle tug at your hand as Acacius helps you up, readjusting your cloak over your naked body without much of a word, knowing your time with him was up.
âWait for the bells,â He tells you, âlight, delicateâlook for me, I will be near.âÂ
You begin to speak, but are silenced with a kiss.Â
A final goodbye.Â
âRemember what I told you?â
Live.
You nod.
âAt whatever cost, little dove.â
â
You go to great lengths to make it back to the palace before dawn, hiding behind every pillar, sneaking around corners, somehow managing to slip back into Getaâs bed without so much as a sound, his body still mostly laid out as you had left him, aside from a little rousing around.
When morning breaks, Geta wakes with an obvious grogginess to his tone, forcing his eyes to stay open.
âYou stuffed me full of wine,â Geta jokes, âI cannot remember anything from our night prior.â
Youâd tried to look particularly exhausted, hair slightly disheveled and the satin bed sheet askew, âIt was quite a night, your highness. Such a shame,â You reply mockingly, though thereâs a sweetness to your tone, almost teasing.
And if Geta suspects anything, he doesnât say it.
It takes a day, two, silently mulling over the events.
He wasnât a half-wit like his brother, his brain like mush beyond repair, useless by result of the infection in his loins. He was helpless, spiraling deeper into madness.
Geta had his wits about himâhis eyes drag along your body, the deep swooping fabric showing off your exposed back, the soft skin and gentle slope of your spine, a look shared between you and Caracallaâs most trusted maiden.
Along with the lightness in your tone, a revered outlook, a bounce in your step that most people wouldnât catch, but Getaâheâs just as much an observer as yourself.
He suspects, noâsenses, feels, the deceit in your challenging gazes, the additional touches with an air of confidence, too cocky for someone who has been nothing more than a whore and housemaiden.
Heâd always known you were particularly special; smart by means of General Acacius, knowing how to read and write and many other things that others of your station did not have the luxury to learn. And you were hard to break, though Geta had worked at it for weeks, heâd gotten you there.
Obedient, compliant, merciful.Â
At least, heâd thought so.
He knows he wonât get a word out of you.
So, he goes for Irene.
-
The guards corral you at dinner, sitting silently with Caracalla as Dundus perched on his shoulder, eating quietly. They arenât kind either, grabbing hard at your bicep as they drag you from your spot on the floor, Getaâs throne eerily empty.
Your stomach turns at the slow realization as youâre dragged down the hall, tossed beyond the threshold of Getaâs room as you stumble to the floor, groaning at the impact, head hitting the ground first as you roll over in pain, opening your eyes to an even more horrific sight.
Geta, hovered over Irene, lifeless eyes staring back as he dropped the thick cord from his hands, something he must have ripped from the curtain as one drooped down from its normal placeholder.Â
There was no blood, no mess, but the light in her eyes was gone, and Geta stumbled over, crawlingâhunching down to intersect your bleary eyesight as you slowly came to the realization of what was happening.
âYou have betrayed me,â He announces calmly, despite the eyes of a crazed man staring straight through you, face void of any emotion, âafter all I have given you.â
âGetaââ You plead, pushing up on your palms to sit up, his foot coming in contact with your shoulder as you roll into your back forcefully.
âI AM YOUR EMPEROR,â He seethes, spitting as the words left his mouth, âYOUâBETRAYEDâME!â
And left a mess in the process, unfortunately.
âIf you wouldâŚlet me explain,â He stalks closer, watching as you rise slowly before his hand is striking across your face, the sting almost immediate, âIâthinkâŚthat youââ
âYou do not think,â He spats through clenched teeth, shaking with rage as he kneels to your level again, like a rabid dog, âwhores do not think, they are fucked until thereâs nothing left and then they are tossed out. Like trash.â
In desperation, the words slip out.
âI love you,â You say softlyâit was a careful bundle of words that youâve never spoken before, not even to General Acacius, âwhatever she has told you, it is lies.â
His silence isnât an answer, but you took the opportunity, unsure if he was stunned or gearing to explode.
Convince him, at whatever cost.
âShe knowsâof my past with the general. She was jealous of me, you. She drugs your brother, you must know. And she tried it with you too, it is why I did not leave your side, why I insisted we come back to your room.â
âBut, you knewââ
You reach for him, a hand circling his wrist.
âNo, no,â You speak softly, âIt was small things. Your speech, it was slurring. You were drifting away, almost as if you were floating. I could see it. I have seen it before, with your brother. The nights when he is unruly, sheâŚcalms him.â
âHer story is entirely different,â He challenges, âyou see my issue, yes?â
âGeta,â You challenge him, reaching forward to cradle his face, surprised by his willingness to allow it, watching you carefully, âI am loyal to youâno one else. I do not know another way to show you, but I will. I will, you mustââ
âStrip,â He orders, ââon the bed,â
It makes your stomach twist, but you follow his orders.
His demeanor is unreadable as he watches, mirroring your movements before heâs climbing over you in bed.
He settles on his calves between your open legs, a blanket of silence falling over as he reaches for your hand, a surprisingly gentle touch as he brings your fingertips to his cock, slowly hardening at the sight of you.
Your fingers circle his shaft as you lean up on your elbows, ignoring his intense eye contact as you drag your palm along the velvety soft skin, feeling him grow to a stiff hardness within a few minutesâit should disgust you.
It does, to a degree. It wasnât that Geta was unattractive in a physical sense, but the mental picture was hard for you to overlook. But, for the moment, you could pretend like he wasnât the worst human being to walk the earth.
His fingertips brush against your cunt slightly, fortunately your body has adjusted to the pleasure of such a complicated predicament. Youâre sure if you tried hard enough, you could truly enjoy it. But, youâre thankful that your body connects with the severity of the situation, quivering slightly at his touch, mouth opening in a small gasp.
âAre you nervous?â Geta inquires.
You shake your head, âNoâit is only, we have neverâŚâ
âLet us try something new, hm?â He offers with a grin and you nod instinctively, feeling two thick digits dip inside of you with no warning, not so much grace as Acacius would have, but it isnât uncomfortable.
It seems Geta has his wits about him, fortunately, diminishing you to nothing but a whimpering mess after a while, some of it a little bolstered for his benefit, but the pleasure was real.Â
And god, did you crave that release.
Soon, his hand is gripping his shaft, sliding between the folds of your pussy as he coats himself, mouth twitching at the sight as he speaks, âI want you to watch.â
And you do, his cock pressing into you slowly, âIt is such a generous act, you see, feeding you my cock like this,â another slow push, âyou should feel special, little dove.â
The words are jarring, but you try not to react.Â
âIt is not everyday you are fucked by an emperor,â The dichotomy to his words almost makes you chuckle, as if he wasnât fucking you every day, sometimes even two or three times, âyou should be thankful.â
âI am.â You quickly appease.
âThen thank me,â His voice was tense again, his neck flexing with the tightness to his words.
âTâthank you, Emperor Geta.â
âFor?â
One last forceful push and heâs seated fully inside of you, your brow pulling together at the pressure, lips parting open, âFor your cock, for making me feel soâoh,â His thrusts are careful, calculated, your head falling back at the divine angle heâs found, âforâoh, godsâso good.â
You fist the sheets in desperation, back arching up slightly, watching his jaw tense at the way your breasts bounce, his eyes darkening over time, only a shell of himself as he thrusts into you, two firms hands on your hips slowly making their way upwards, wondering if he was following the path toward your breasts before they are bypassing and going straight for your neck, his hands encircling your throat.
It is merely a second too late before your brain catches up, too overloaded by pleasure that you donât see the definite switch, quickly going from gentle pressure to the type of force that makes your vision white out.
You choke, gasping for air as you try to speak his name, plead, anythingâhis eyes are locked on your face, a sick determination as your stronger, forceful blows to his chest quick become weaker, weaker, feeling yourself teetering on that edge before heâs releasing his hold, forcing you to gasp for air.
âDo you still love me?â Geta asks.
And despite yourself, you lie.
âYes, I love you, Geta.â
He was a sad boy, youâve come to realize, wanting love but also craving unyielding power. He did not want equals, he wanted subordinates, fans, people that would sacrifice everything in his name. But, underneath it all, Geta was just as broken as you suspected.
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A parade of the gladiators wasnât a normal occasion, but it was quite the eventâa way of wealthy men showing off their new toys, dangerous murderous machines out for blood.
It was the entertainment before the big show, sitting in the expansive throne room underneath the colosseum as the rich drowned in wine and food, you and several other servants surrounding the two brothers, eagerly awaiting your next order.
At least, for you, it was being obedient.
It felt like a collar around your neck, his fingers tracing along the back of your spine and up, fingertips resting against your shoulder, his thumb rubbing against the column of your throat.
Geta spots him from a mile away, that trademark white against gold, gaudy armor fit so perfectly for a man like Acacius, you bow your head at Getaâs push, the footsteps approaching steadily.
Your throat ached still, eyes slightly bloodshot. He hid your face, the evidence, speaking to the line of approaching generals as they greeted the two men with high regard.
âI commend you, your highness,â A general speaks, faceless but you sneer at his tone, fists balling into the fabric of your dress, âshe is so well behaved, you must teach me your tricks.â
You bite down at the inside of your lip as Geta pets your head, tilting your head to the side slightly as you close your eyes, his thumb pressing against your cheekbone.
âThere is no trick,â He retorts, âmy little dove is loyal, a hard thing to find in a world full of deceit.â
It was laughable, coming from the emperor.Â
The moniker is an even lower blow, knowing that General Acacius was a few feet away, the white fabric of his traditional armor dragging along the ground.
âAh, Acacius,â Geta boasts, âI hope you have come to bring me good news.â
It best only be good news.
As he approaches, Getaâs grip tightens, curling around the side of your neck as a show of dominance as his finger digs into your skin, daring you to defy him.Â
The soreness is pertinent, causing you to grimace in pain at his actions, something that Acacius spots but does not acknowledge.
âYes, our army is nearly ready, Emperor Geta,â He nods before acknowledging his brother, âEmperor Caracalla,â but Geta is not amiss to the way his eyes drag toward you for a brief moment.
âCareful,â He warns, âdoves areâŚso sacred, yes?â
Your sideways gaze peeks through as his eyes bore into Acacius, the subtle glimpse of broken capillaries and a plea for help as you lock eyes with Acacius is all he needs.
It would be tonightâit had to be tonight.
â
Heâs a horrid mess, drunk off his ass as he drags you back toward the room. His brother and he were always more rowdy after gladiator games, riding the high of an entertaining act of violence, slaughter for mere amusement. Geta nearly topples over you as he opens the door, pointing hastily toward the bed with a slurred speech, âNaked, on the bed.â
Heâs heading for more alcohol, a table tucked away in the corner of the room with a plethora of choices, pouring lazily as he stumbles, the utensils from an earlier meal falling to the floor as he bumps into it, looking displeased at your state of dress. He grimaces, nose scrunching as he reaches for the knife that had clattered to the floor, twisting it in his hand to point it at you.
âYou dareâyou dare to defy me?âÂ
Your eyes squint, narrow as he jabs at you sloppily, dodging the action with ease.
âYou cannot even see straight, your grace,â You jeer, watching as he gulped down the crimson liquid, remnants trailing down the side of his mouth as he threw the glass away carelessly, the glass shattering against the floor as he charged at you, pressing the tip of the knife under your chin as he backed you into the wall, his eyes capturing the similar essence of rage when you knew there was no saving him, determined to cause bloodshed no matter the consequence.
You can hear the soft lilt of bells in the distance, the sky as black as the darkened state of Getaâs eyesâif he had any humanity in him, it was gone.
âYou areâŚbroken,â You speak to him, accepting the consequence, even if Acacius failed to save you, âA poor, poor boy with no one to love himâyour confidence, it will be your demise.â
The knife knicks your skin, a subtle sting.
âAre you unaware of Caracallaâs plans?â You inquire, privy to Caracallaâs incoherent babbling, often feeling like Getaâs scapegoat, the constant source of blame. It was true, Geta had never accepted responsibility for anything in his life, âYou should be careful, Geta. He has a slippery hand and a temper. If given the opportunity, I am sure he would do away with you. I cannot say I blame himâyou are a disgrace of an emperor, ruling Rome like it is a playgroundââ
His eye twitches, the slight hesitation. It gives you enough time to react, twisting his arm away from your neck and on himself, âUnfortunate that you cannot do that as a dead man,â You bite, pushing against the force of the knife, knowing that Geta had no instinct of survival, a feeble man raised in a glass house for the entirety of his life.
The blood quickly pooled in his mouth, pouring out as his body slumped.Â
You had prayed it would be slow and painful, that the misery would last.
The rustling near the window pulls your attention, the city quiet and unsuspecting of the violence having just taken place, Acacius' frame obscuring the view of the stars as he climbs through the window.
âOh, dove,â Acacius sighs, taking in the sight of the slowly dying emperor, his fingers weakly grabbing for you as he choked on his own blood, âyou have made a mess.â
âI could not survive him any longer,â You admit, feeling his arm encircling your waist as he tugged you away, ââwhatâwhat is to happen now?â
âIt is a fate he would have met eventually, if not at the end of my own blade,â Acacius admits, âââcome, we must go. We only have a few moments, my lady.â
Your breath catches at the words, nodding in agreement as you allow him to tug you along, met with a few men on the other side of the wall, catching you as you dropped, draping you in a thick cloak.
âGeneral,â You breathe, sensing his overpowering frame behind you as he grabs the reins of the horse in front of you, assisting you in climbing on the creature, âwhere are we going?â
âAway,â He promises, âsomewhere we can both be free.â
âBut, your statusâdoes it mean nothing?â
It never did, not since the minute Geta had stolen you away.
You peer over your shoulder, his eyes soft.
âI love you,â He utters, answering your question without direct confirmation.
And for the first time, you say it as you mean it, feeling the tug at your heart, âI love you, too.â
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"Only for you, darlin'"
Summary: Cooper heads into town in search for some RadAway for you when he stumbles upon a cute gift (Cooper Howard x fem!reader).
Word count: 1.0K
Warnings: needles, kissing (slightly ig)
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Stalking through the desert, he heads towards the town in search of some RadAway for you, the radiation reaching too high of a level for Cooper to be comfortable with, especially in his presence.
His boots echo through the makeshift tunnel made of old tubing before sunlight peaks out of the other end, exposing the market on the other side, countless signs decorating the stalls. He pulls his hat down slightly in order to cover his irradiated face more, less because some people find it unsettling and more so people donât recognise heâs a ghoul.
He walks along the stalls, searching for any RadAway and some other supplies that need topping up.Â
Signs stick out to him yet none offer what he needs until he reaches a store with various niche medical supplies as well as bandages and the like. Walking up to the store, he looks over the small bottles and pills decorating the side but doesn't see anything Stimpaks or RadAway.
âAy,â He gets the attention of the store owner. âYou got any RadAway?â He asks, looking up at the man covered in shredded clothes. He shakes his head before looking down at what looks like an old graphic novel. âYou sure? I got plenty of caps.â
âHow many?â He asks, accent showing heâs not from around here.
âPlenty.â He reinterrates, shaking his bag causing the rattling of the caps and the man puts the graphic novel down, heading further into the shop before returning with a pouch of liquid with a strip of duct tape on, scraggly writing on it.
âI keep it in the back, people nick this stuff the most. 50 caps.âÂ
Cooper scoffs. â50?â He asks, confusion mixed with annoyance in his voice. â30.â
â45.â He counters. âAnd Iâll throw in a Stimpak.â
âFineâ Cooper counters and the seller sighs before pushing it towards him whilst Copper pushes the caps on the side. âAnd you got the good deal there, you should feel lucky Iâm willing to pay for this.â He snatches it from the side, rolling his eyes before moving on to finding other items but glad heâs got what he came for.
Strolling through the town, he looks in the store windows, something catching his eye in a junk store. He pushes open the door, a bell ringing making him wonder if itâs a trap but why would there be a trap when someone is trying to sell junk?
âHey darlinâ, feel free to take a look around.â An old woman says, crazy hair covering most of her face making him feel uneasy that he can barely see her eyes. He nods before heading towards the window display, boots hitting the wooden planks underfoot noisily as they creak.
A toy rabbit sits in the window, no more than a foot tall with fluffy ears and a cute nose. He swipes at it, examining it and dusting it off before looking for some sort of price label.
âHow much for this?â He turns to face the woman who pushes her glasses up, scrunching her nose as she squints at the item.
â8 caps, but for you 4. Whoâs this for?â He pulls out another five caps and drops them on the table before carefully putting the bunny in his bag, making sure itâs tucked in and the clasp is shut properly. He pulls on the latch, checking its security. Secure.Â
âMy girl, she loves bunnies. Thanks.â He grumbles, walking out the store and off to the base again.
He walks back through the desert, kicking the sand as he goes, mumbling to himself and even whistling slightly. He lifts his hand to keep the sun out of his face as the base appears in his field of vision. Base is a strong word for a couple of broken down buildings just by the trees that are more secure than you would think. It provides cover and hides flames when it gets cold.
He canât help the edges of his lips quirking up at the sight of the base and his girl.
Under an hour later, he returns to the base, stepping through the âdoorâ. âSweetheart?â He yells through the base.
âCooper, that you?â You ask, sweet voice ringing through the walls.
ââCourse itâs me.â He grins to himself, following your voice.
âI donât know why you wouldnât let me come with you.â You say before being interrupted by a cough. After moments of coughing, Cooper rubs your back and once you start speaking, he reaches into his bag.
âDid you get a Stim-â You start but he passes it to you with a brief kiss to the cheek. âThanks.â You smile before looking down at the Stimpak wrapped in a cloth. Taking it out, your eyes are immediately on the needle, you take a pause and deep breath before injecting it into your thigh.
Letting out a breath, you drop the used Stimpak and look back to Cooper who wears a smirk, holding back a laugh.
âWhat are you laughing about?â You cock an eyebrow.
âYou ainât scared of no mutants, no raiders, nothing but needles.â He chuckles, his accent prominent. âItâs cute.â He says before remembering the bunny toy in his bag. âI got you something in town.â He says, rootling through his bag.
âMore RadAway?â You ask, knowing his paranoia about you getting too much radiation when being around him.Â
âYeah, but I got you something else too.â He pulls the bunny out of his bag. âNow I know it ainât much, but I saw it and thought youâd like itâŚâ He presents the bunny, quickly brushing off some of the sand from the journey.
âAww.â You can help but coo at the cute bunny, taking it off of him and holding it gently, picking up one of the ears and letting it flop back down. âYou didnât spend too much on it, did you?â You look back over to him.
âYâknow itâs rude to ask about someoneâs finances, sweetheart.â He teases. âBesides, the lady gave it to me for cheap, probably knew I was getting it for my girl.â
âProbably knew you were a softie.â You tease.
âOnly for you, darlinâ.â He picks up your hand and leans down, kissing it playfully.
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AN: I can't believe I haven't posted anything for over three months⌠sorry I've had exams and extra and it's just been stressful so hopefully I can get a bit more on track.
I hope you enjoyed reading!
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Can I please request Alastor and reader having a sleepover because of flooding in the hotel which made most rooms in the hotel out of service including Alastor's and Alastor chooses to stay at reader room because â¨romance⨠Oh and can I be âď¸ anon ( I'm the person who made first request.)
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hii again!!! thank you so much for the request âď¸! i love when anons give themselves names its actually so fun (,:
A Dry Bed
Alastor x Reader (fluff) TW: none! join my discord! âââ â ââââââââââ â ââââââââââ â ââââââââââ â âââ
Itâs nothing new when a violent demon shows up at the doorsteps to the Hazbin HotelâCharlieâs idea wasnât a popular one, except to a very niche market of demons. Many came just to cause havoc and make life harder for the already strained employees of the hotel.
This was new, though, you mused to yourself briefly as a fish-headed demon ripped open the door, the hinges squealing in protest. Bubbles of water floated around his body, strings of a magic aura keeping them attached to his form; there was a large one encasing his head like a helmet, making his already fish-eyed features more⌠well⌠fish-eyed and distorted.
Most demons werenât manifested in hell bearing any sort of noticeable power other than sometimes having a decent âfullâ demon form. So, seeing this fish rearing a set of magical balls of water for attack, for no real reason in particular and with a glint of mania in his eyes, quickly put everybody to their feet and in action.Â
Alastor was out doing god-knows-what, otherwise this wouldâve been over in an instant. The other demons in the hotel were incredibly strong in their own right, but it was undeniable that the power imbalance was⌠huge. And the immediate chaos that ensued likely wouldâve been prevented.
The fish barely hesitated after nearly breaking the front doors, immediately detaching his balls of water and hurling them in every direction. Bottles of booze were shattering, hanging pictures were tumbling, and wooden legs of furniture snapped.Â
Of course, it was over nearly as soon as it started. With a movement so fast you could hardly watch, Vaggie had the fish pinned down, her foot pressed against his neck and spear pointed at one of his bulging eyes. Her eyes were narrowed so hard, her lips so twisted in a scowl, you could practically see the fire of her anger.
âVaggie, hey, hey, hey,â Charlie quickly rattled out, pressing her hands against her girlfriendâs arm and gently ushering away the spear. Vaggie refused to release the demon, who was gurgling some nonsense in his bubble of a helmet. Charlie nudged at her leg that was pinning the demon down. âCâmon. No killing. You know the rules.â
âCharlie, this guy literally came in with intent to kill! Stop treating him like he wants to be in the hotel.â âI know! But⌠justâŚâ Charlie thought for a moment.
The fish headed demon started thrashing around, but Vaggieâs strong leg kept him down. He was growing desperate, you could tell, and a magic aura seemed to flicker around him as he fought for his freedom.
Charlie opened her mouth again, likely to coerce Vaggie to let the guy go, but was interrupted by a loud, squealing groan from every direction. You frowned and leaned your ear against the wall, where it seemed the loudest. The sound of screaming pipes and popping bolts made you clench your jaw and whip your arms over your head, right in time for the walls to start bursting with dangerously high pressure water.
Vaggie turned a glare to Charlie and spread her arms in a âyou see?â motion. She briefly raised her leg, only to slam it back down on the fishâs head. His protective bubble popped, and he was knocked out cold.Â
Easily enough, the pressure immediately began to release after the culprit had been knocked out, but the pipes wouldnât magically fix themselves. Charlie was running back and forth, trying desperately to survey the damage to her hotel. Footsteps came thudding down the stairs and a spindly pink demon came flying down.
âHey, what the fuck is- fuck!â Angel Dust��s curse-filled rant was interrupted as he tripped head first into the steadily increasing pool of water, not expecting his foot to get dragged behind him by said water. With a moment of confused thrashing he stood back up and shook water from his now drenched hair.
âGuys, a little help?â Charlie snapped, unintentionally raising her voice at the three of you. âI donât know what to do, but just-! Something!â
Niffty was quick to arrive after Angel, announcing herself with a shrill cry at the state of things. She immediately went to work, practically flying this way and that with a little hammer and nails. You wondered if she could just materialize that at will.
After finally ebbing the flow at the lobby, you looked at the stairs to the next floor. A steady stream of water made a shock of cold run down your neck.
âGuysâŚâ You pointed at the base of the stairs and drew a line with your finger, following the trail of water.
Charlie choked out a short cry, and Niffty didnât hesitate before barreling between your legs and up the steps.
âOh! My,â A shocked voice called from the entrance. A prickling of static covered your skin, and tension immediately left your shoulders. With him here, this would go a lot faster. You turned your head to look at the Radio Demon, who was now delicately stepping through the layer of water that was now creeping out the open lobby doors.
âThis seems like a dream of a little orphan from the Dirty Thirties, I do think,â Alastor joked, mouth ajar and eyes shut in a sinister laugh at his humor. His staticy ambience changed to a personal laugh track following his statement. His cane was held up carefully on his elbow as he surveyed the scene.
âNo, this wonât do! Not at all, what a dreadful sight for new patrons,â As his hand rose and a crackling of loud static filled the room, you heard the noise of metal bending and snapping as he magically forced them back into place. Even with all the pipes fixed, the water remained. You guessed it was up to the rest of you to deal with that part.
âThank you soooo much, Al,â Charlie had her hands clasped and shaking in front of her as she continued to spew thanks at him for the help. She stopped and looked around. There was still a huge mess. And there was still a lot of water.
The lot of you had spent the next few hours desperately trying to scoop, dump, scoop again, dump again, all the water out, but it seemed neverending. Husk had showed up at some point, went on a furious rant about his collection of now-smashed bottles, and had been cradling the remaining one ever since.
Charlie had given everybody a verbal pat on the back, and called it a night. âWe can get back to it in the morning.â She said this, but you had a feeling she would remain up trying her best to fix the mess. Alastor had excused himself some time ago, saying something about his broadcasts and his papers. Since then, your thoughts have been filled with aggravation from his lack of aid. Yes, he had fixed the pipes, but the water.Â
You gave a light smile to Charlie, half in thanks and half in apology, before heading up to your room. Your jaw was clenched with anticipation for what your room might look like. You could already visualize the damp curtains, the dripping bed, the mildewy air⌠And your clothes were surely ruined. Youâd have to buy something to wear while you washed everything you owned. You sighed at the thought.
You took a breath before pushing the door open. And, when you looked inside, it was⌠completely dry.
âWhat the hell.â You deadpanned, eyes scanning the entire room. Surely there was at least a puddle of water somewhere. The water had affected every level, and although you did live on one of the higher floors you still couldnât understand how your room managed to escape the flood.
You stepped inside and closed the door behind you, making quick work of your drenched clothes and changing into something dry. You fell face first into your pillows. Your eyes were so, so heavy.
A few seconds passed before a knock interrupted the sleep that had been creeping over your body. You heard the faint warbling of radio frequency, and felt both nervousness and anger at the thought of seeing Alastor.
You rolled off the bed and stomped your way over to the floor, flinging it open and glaring up at him. He simply smiled back down at you, his head tilted questioningly as if he had no clue why you were in such a mood.
His eyes broke from yours and he peered into your room. With a pleased glint in his eye, he brushed past you. You wanted to say something about his intrusion, but you knew it would be useless. So you just followed him in.
âLucky you!â He said. âI took it upon myself to look into all the rooms, and yours is the only one that is still in such a shape.â You watched as he examined the contents of your room, grabbing up a decoration here and there to look it over before setting it back down.
He sighed, eyes closing as his wide smile closed into a meager grin. âUnsurprisingly that little bayou of mine flooded much worse than everywhere else. As much as it reminds me of home, even Iâm not one to sleep in the marsh.â He laughed a little.
Does this guy even sleep, you wondered. You had seen his room once before, and envisioned that marsh in the corner of his room completely overrunning the rest.Â
âUh,â You toed the carpet and pursed your lips. You were still a little upset with him, but the idea of him going through the painstaking process of looking through every room in the hotel made it more reasonable for him to disappear earlier. âI mean, you could⌠stay with me. Tonight. Just tonight. Everything should be fine tomorrow, but I donât want you without a bed. You know.â You rambled.
You and Alastor had gotten close over the past year, a little closer than he was with anybody else, but you avoided thinking too hard about your relationship. You worried that overthinking would cause you to accidentally overstep a boundary and you would lose the progress youâve built getting to know him. You were worried about doing just that even as the offer tumbled from your mouth.
You watched as his teeth began to peek through his lips as his smile widened. There was something in his expression that you couldnât quite place. Pride, maybe? Accomplishment? You werenât sure. You didnât have much time to consider it before his smile composed and he remained unreadable.
âHow bold of you,â His voice cooed, the static that surrounded him buzzing louder as his face got closer to you. You swallowed back a lump that had formed at the proximity. âInviting a man into your room. Itâs rather unbecoming of a lady like yourself.â
âI-â Your face grew hot.
âIâm joking!â He interrupted you, leaning himself away and back in a laugh. He waved his hand at you while you frowned. You hated the way he lived off of teasing and embarrassing.
âOkay, nevermind then!â You folded your arms and stuck your nose to the side and in the air. His laughter paused and he looked back down at you. Heat still burned on your cheeks and ears.
He examined you for an uncomfortably long period of time. You had your eyes squeezed shut and you upheld your attitude in the silence for as long as you could before the prickling of radio static on your skin became too uncomfortable. You peeked open one eye to look, and immediately got nervous.
He was just standing there. Just staring with his sinister red eyes. It didnât help that he was quite taller than you. Looming and staring. Probably the worst combination, especially with that buzzing of his.
You felt like an open book, way too vulnerable under his gaze. You lowered your head to look at nothing in particular by your feet.
âSo⌠yes or noâŚâ You said, taking back your earlier statement. âYou can have the bed, of course. Iâll just⌠find a blanket for the floor or something.â If thereâs anything dry, you added to yourself.
His expression broke from concentration, lifting immediately into a gleeful, toothy grin. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and guided you to the bed.
âWonât be necessary!â He cheered. He pulled at the covers and pushed you down gently. Or, well, gently by Alastorâs standards. You still bounced upon impact. You sat there, a bit dazed with confusion as you watched him cross to the other side of the room and tuck himself under the same sheets.Â
âAlastor- Hey, really, I donât mind-â He put a finger up to your lips, dramatically shutting you up. You decided to listen.
âWhatâs a sleepover between two close friends!â He said gleefully. You couldnât help but let the term âfriendsâ echo in your mind as you fiddled with your thumbs.
Silence filled the room again, but after a while it became more comfortable than awkward. The sound of radio frequencies had died down a little. You refused to look at him. The clock ticked faintly in the corner.
You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt clawed fingers grab into your shoulder and pull you closer to the Radio Demon. You aided the movement by using your hands to scoot towards him.
Again, you had become close with him over the year, but you never took too long to consider just what you were. You always waited for him to make any move, because otherwise he might completely reject you. So, when he made the decision to bring you closer, you happily obliged, albeit a little anxiously.
You gingerly put your head against his chest, listening to the thrum of his heart. Or what might be a heart. Who knows. You held in a laugh when you realized that even that had some sort of radio-like sound to it. Nonetheless, it did help lull you out of any nerves you had being so close and intimate to Alastor.
You lifted yourself off of him with an elbow and looked at him. He was already looking at you, unsurprisingly, so your eyes met his. They were glowing a little, you noticed.
His face still had a grin, but it was light. And comfortable. His eyebrows were relaxed as he just watched you.Â
Your heart was beating uncomfortably fast, and you were embarrassed to think that he might be able to feel it with how close your chest was to his.
If he did, he made no indication of it. He just kept looking at you with the strangest expression youâve ever seen on him. It was gentle. His words from earlier played in your mind again; when he called you and him âfriends.â
Did âfriendsâ look at each other like this?
Did âfriendsâ inch closer to each other as they stared into the othersâ eyes, bodies flush against one another and legs beginning to tangle?
Your jaw clenched and unclenched as you neared him, and you frantically examined him for even the smallest hint of wanting you to stop. You swore he was leaning in too, though.
You felt his breath brush against your nose. Your heart was practically clawing itself out of your ribs and the elbow you had propped yourself up on grew wobbly with nerves. When Alastorâs eyes began to shut, ever so slowly, you followed suit.
And, for an incredibly brief moment, your lips touched his. One, two, maybe three seconds passed before he pulled away from you. You opened your eyes to watch his expression grow a bit puzzled. His smile was tight, and his brows furrowed slightly as he watched you. He seemed deep in thought, with what exactly you couldnât guess, but he didnât seem uncomfortable.
At some point his hand had come and was gingerly settled on your hip, which he used to pull you back down. Your elbow practically gave out and you fell a little rough back down on his chest. You couldnât help but stare widely at the wall for a moment, just listening to his heartbeat again. Was it beating faster than before?
You smiled lightly. You had no idea if this was a step forward in your relationship with the Radio Demon, or if it would be back to âfriendsâ tomorrow, but you decided to just cross your fingers. You reached your arms up to wrap under his neck, and you slowly made yourself comfortable. He had lightly settled his own arms on your back.
You couldnât help but send silent thanks to that aggressive fish demon from earlier, and a thanks to god himself, as strained as your opinions towards that guy was, for keeping your bed dry.
When Alastor began drawing shapes in your back, gently dragging his sharp nail across your clothed skin, you cast away all worries about the next day out of your head. It all seemed so far away now as you took in the smell of the demon laying underneath you.
You just hoped this would become a regular thing, because man, was this comfortable.
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A Warm Bed (sequel)
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