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SEHEBON ― KTH (M.)

synopsis. you find yourself on izo huen, home to the sehebon. luckily for you, you've arrived at an interesting time.

pairing. taehyung/reader genre. angst, fluff, smut au. alien!au wordcount. 16,580 contents. Huge Dick Tae, cocky!tae, soft!tae, protective!tae, lowkey possessive!tae, human!kink, slight harrassment, dom/sub themes, size kink, size difference, sensitivity kink?, orgasm kink?, cunt slapping, breath play, dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, cumflation, belly bulging, lowkey consent kink, unrealistic sex but it’s aliens what do u expect, lots of mention of humanity note. tae just wants to learn human things ):

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It had been a little over a half a year since your move to the Vela System of the Fanet IV Galaxy courtesy of the Interplanetary Relations Commission had begun. You were still adjusting to your new environment, Izo Huen being a vastly different place compared to Earth in terms of culture and climate.

"So, to wrap up the events of this past week," you shifted in your chair, staring into the lens of the camera you used to send reports to your superiors, "I met with the head of the Embassy for a dinner in order to meet the head of Izo Huen's military. The only way I can describe the whole interaction is...tense. Warrior Sehebon are truly another level of terrifying. Horrible burns across their bodies correlate with the information we had about their rituals. They wear the burns with pride, however ― a mark of bravery I suppose. The middle of the week was rather uneventful," you shifted in your seat, leaning over just out of frame to take a sip of your water. You stared at the arched ceiling, thinking of anything that could come to mind of importance to note. Outside your window, you could see people walking through the streets, laughing and chatting with one another.

"Oh!" you sat up straight again, "The monthly market came back once again. This time it was mostly vendors from Liana. They had the most amazing fruits I'd ever seen ― nothing like Earths. They were delicious too, so sweet. I wish I could send some back for everyone to be able to taste. You know," your gaze shifted out your window again, to the people bustling about, "Things got really hectic here in Fia recently, I don't know what it is. They're hanging banners up and there seems to have been an extreme increase in population of the city. I'm not completely sure what's going on."

After ending your weekly log and sending it to your fellow researchers on Earth, you downed the rest of your water and groaned. Izo Huen was sweltering hot, the two suns that hung in the sky upping the temperature past comfortable.

You couldn't wait for night to come, the freezing cold giving you a wonderful excuse to cuddle under the wool blankets.You decided to take a bath to pass the time, as it would be night in just a few hours. Plus, you desperately wanted to wash the days grime off your body.

By the time you woke up the next day, you were acutely aware of how incredibly loud it was outside. Shouts and cheers emanated from just outside your window. So with sleep-filled eyes you hurriedly dressed yourself and rushed out to see what the fuss was all about.When you stepped out of the door, you were shocked by the incredible crowd of people filling the streets.

Banners and streamers, even balloons, decorated every inch that could be covered. The alphabet was one you hadn't yet learned to decipher so the meanings were completely lost on you.

"Excuse me?" you asked a nearby woman. She was much taller than you ― a key trait in both men and women of their race. She turned and looked down at you with surprise in her eyes, "What's going on?"

"It's the pre-celebration," she answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She turned her back to you once again and quickly disappeared into the crowd and you sighed. Sehebon citizens were still getting used to their planet being visited by other races outside their own solar system ― they were the newest planet to be opened for visits by the Interplanetary Commission.

It unfortunately resulted in some of the citizens to hold ill feelings towards those entering their cities.

Sighing, you decided to follow the flow of the crowd to appease your own rabid curiosity. A lot of the cultural information on Sehebon had yet to be discovered or disclosed, as a race that held their own traditions close to their hearts.

You were surprised that the place everyone was flocking to was the massive Colosseum that was centered in the very middle of the city. Larger than any stadium found on Earth, you'd never had the opportunity to find out what it was for.

In your excitement to get through the crowd of large Sehebon, you stumbled over your own feet and hit the ground hard ― knocking the air out of you. The crowd didn't wait, stepping over you and for a second you were scared you would be literally crushed under a stampede.

However, strong hands grabbed your arms and lifted you up, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the crowd. You stumbled trying to catch up, with his large steps while trying not to end up slammed into unsuspecting people.

The person tugging you pulled you out of the crowd and rounding the stone walls until you realized the amount of people had dissipated. You had the opportunity to look at the person who had helped you ― a male Sehebon finding a safe spot for you and finally slowing down.

"I...thank you," you muttered when he didn't say anything, his back still facing you.

"You're a human right?" he asked, finally turning to you. You choked on your own spit at the sight of him ― black hair hanging over two pretty dark eyes. He was tall, probably a little above average for his race and he was absolutely gorgeous, "I heard there was one staying in Fia but...damn."

"Uh...I'm an advocate for the Interplanetary Commission," you sputtered out, unable to break your gaze away from his face. He had tanned skin, smooth as could be with a jaw so sharp it could cut glass, "I'm from Earth, yes. My name is _____."

"Incredible," he moved closer, having to lean down to look at you how he wanted. You could feel his breath on your face and you could see the way he had one mono-lid and one double ― which was absolutely adorable, "My name is Taehyung...you know, you're so...small."

"I-I'm actually quite average," you refuted, glancing away under the power of his gaze.

"Maybe by human standards but..." he straightened up, looking around, "You should be careful. You can get hurt easily, you're lucky I saw you fall and bothered to help you."

"Bothered..." you whispered with a soft scoff. You could still feel his eyes on you, burning into you as if he was analyzing every inch of you, "Hey, so what's going on anyway?"

"You don't know?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow when you shook your head.

"I asked someone and she just said it was a pre-celebration," you shrugged.

"Yeah sort of," Taehyung gnawed at the inside of his cheek, jaw cocking to one side at the action, "It's gonna be our lottery in a few days so we come to the stadium to get our tickets."

"Wait...lottery? Like a money thing?" you asked, "You guys have that?"

"What?" Taehyung shook his head, staring at you like you were stupid and you suddenly felt embarrassed.

"O-On Earth we have this thing called a lottery and...you scratch these little papers and you can win money," you explained, hoping to help him make sense of you assumption.

"Huh, that's interesting," he actually did seem interested and maybe a little impressed, making you feel weirdly proud, "But no, that's not what we have. Once a year the government holds a lottery here in Fia, in the stadium. You draw and if your number is picked you gotta fight."

His words made you blank out.

Fight?

They had to fight?

"What the hell?" you sputtered before you could stop yourself and Taehyung cocked his head to the side.

"Have you not read any of the banners and information sheets floating around?" he asked, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets, "They put them up to inform new visitors of what's going on, you know."

"I..." you cleared your throat, suddenly feeling embarrassed again, "Can't read the alphabet."

Taehyung went quiet for a minute before he snorted, beginning to laugh way too much for the simple problem you had. Your cheeks burned as he held his stomach, no doubt aching from how hard he was laughing.

"Oh my gosh!" he choked, wiping under his eyes, "Y-You're illiterate!"

"I am not illiterate!" you gasped, ears beginning to burn now at his accusation, "I-I just haven't had a need to read the alphabet! Since we speak the same language, you know?!"

"Okay, okay," he sniffled, finally calming down from his outburst. He looked down at you and cooed, placing his hand on your head, "Aw, don't-don't pout, I'm sorry. You're so cute!"

"St-Stop making fun of me!" you whined, petulantly stomping your foot which just made him coo more at you, calling you cute.

"I'm not making fun of you!" he argued, standing at his full height again, making you look up, "Isn't it only natural that I find the small little human girl cute? You're so...small."

"So you keep saying," you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, "Are you going to go into the stadium?"

"Yeah, probably a little while later," he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets, "It'll calm down soon enough and it'll be less hectic. You're welcome to wait with me, if you'd like."

"I might as well," you sighed, leaning back so you rested your shoulder against the wall, "I'll probably literally be killed if I try to go in there at this point."

"Probably," he agreed, looking away from you when you squinted up to glare at him, "Say..." He looked back at you, head cocked to the side curiously, "Is it true Earth has a lot of oceans? And only one Sun?"

"Eh? Yeah, that's right," you nodded, making him hum, "You've never been to Earth?"

"Nah, can't afford to make that trip," he sighed, sliding down the side of the wall to sit on the ground, "I read about it when the news that we'd be open for visits from them, though. Here sit," he tugged your hand until you were finally sitting beside him.

"About this...fight," his head lulled to the side as he gazed at your through his lashes, "What...why do you guys do it? How's it work?"

"Well," he rested his hands on his bent knees, head resting against the wall behind him again, "You know majority of our planet is uninhabitable right?"

"Yeah, dominated by deadly deserts that will kill even Sehebon," you replied mechanically, having studied their landscape immensely on your voyage from Earth.

"Then you also know there's only a few, select places suitable for us to live," you nodded and he continued, "We have three cities on Izu Huen, Fia our capitol, Veles, and Holis. That isn't a lot of room for an entire planet to live, right? We have to stay within the habitable zone and fit every person on the planet in the cities. Excluding those that have the means to move to Vimoldara, that is. That's a lot of people, isn't it?"

"Wait," you sat up straighter, jaw dropping open, "You mean, it's a form of population control?"

"That and," his gaze turned much darker, sending a chill up your spine, "It's a chance for us to show each other how strong we are. That we're the best and we deserve to live, we offer more. Those who lose are killed and only the winner can stand."

"That's..." you cleared your throat uncomfortably, "That's scary."

"Not for us," Taehyung shrugged, casting a sideways glance your way, "It's a celebration. We're all excited and ready to do it. We get to make our families and ancestors proud as we fight."

You hummed, still weary of the lottery but kept the rest of your opinions to yourself. You and Taehyung dissolved into talking about things he was curious about on Earth, deciding it would be worth it to travel there simply after hearing what a cheeseburger was.

The suns began to set when Taehyung stood, helping you to your feet.

"We should be able to get in easily now," you followed him to the large entrance that you'd been unable to see past when you had first approached.

With the smaller influx of people, you could see fully inside the stadium. There were banners and decorations strewn about everywhere, a wash of white, red and black colors seeming to be the theme. In the very center of the stadium was a booth with a man standing inside, handing things out to the people in line.

"I hope he doesn't think I'm here to pick a lottery," you mumbled to yourself as you stood in line with Taehyung. He was still holding onto your hand as you waited, large fingers wrapping completely around your wrist, making the size difference more apparent.

He really was right when he said you were small. But his hand was so warm and comforting against your skin that it made you feel...cute.

"Nah, they won't assume a foreigner is here to participate," he said, not breaking his gaze from the booth.

By the time you reached the booth, the suns were down to just peeking over the horizon and the moon was, instead, shining large in the sky. The temperature was dropping and you couldn't help but move closer to Taehyung for warmth. You weren’t dressed to be out at night, you’d only anticipated spending the daytime hours out.

"Thank you," he said, tucking a slip of paper into his pocket after folding it up. The man behind the booth nodded, waving the next person forwards.

He began to walk when he paused, looking down at you with wide eyes. You scrambled to detach yourself from his side, not realizing just how close you were to him. However, you were quickly brought back when he pulled you flush against him again with a small smile.

"You humans are so fragile," he breathed, beginning walk, keeping you tucked into his side. Your face was burning with embarrassment but you also felt a strange sense of pride flowing through you at the prospect of such a good looking man treating you like he was.

"I-It just gets really cold here, you know?" you mumbled, trying to defend yourself albeit weakly.

His chest vibrated with his laughter, tightening his hold around your shoulders, "I guess if you're not used to it. You live around here?"

"Uh yeah," you pointed in the general direction of where you were staying, "I live down this road a ways."

"Alright, I'll walk you there," he offered, though he left no option to refuse.

You both fell silent as you walked, every once in a while another person would pass and stare at the two of you. Their eyes followed you even as you passed, turning back to stare at you and you began to feel strange about it.

"Why is everyone looking at us like that?" you asked suddenly, making him look down. The moonlight cast a soft glow on his face causing the shadow of his lashes to dust his cheeks.

"Probably because you're a human and you're with me," he answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world, "It's not exactly common for Sehebon and foreigners to be together yet."

You swallowed thickly, cheeks burning for the thousandth time that day it seemed.

It wasn't long before you reached the stoop of your house and you dislodged yourself from Taehyung, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep in the warmth you now missed.

"Um thanks for walking me home," you said, shrugging your shoulders self-consciously as his eyes scanned over your body.

"It was my pleasure," he leaned closer to you, "Hey, why don't you come to the celebration in a couple days, hm?"

"You mean the fighting?" you asked, feeling uneasy at the invitation. He nodded eagerly, eyes bright in excitement, "Taehyung, I do understand it's an important practice for you...it's your culture. But humans and Earth...it's punishable to kill someone. It's against the law. We find the concept of death scary...you know?"

His head cocked to the side, brows furrowed and the excitement in his eyes gone, "You're scared to die? And you don't like to see others die?"

"Exactly, it's...it's a very negative thing for humans," you attempted to explain while trying not to upset him.

"You know being invited to a fight is a very special thing," he muttered with a frown, leaning close to you so his nose was touching yours. Your eyes grew wide at the fire burning in his eyes and you swallowed nervously, "It's very offensive to reject an invitation to a fight. I want to show you how good I am, how well I can fight. I want you to be proud of me. Impressed by me."

Your mouth grew dry at his words and the way he uttered them, deep voice dark and no hint of the gentleness he had spoken with before. You attempted to move back but found your back pressed against the door. He loomed over you, leaning on his forearms above your head ― caging you in. Strangely, the only thing you could think of was how good he smelled; like the fruits you'd eaten a couple days ago.

"I-I'm sorry, Taehyung," you whispered, licking your lips in an effort to rid yourself of your nerves, "I just...Y-You don't need to kill someone t-to impress me, you know?"

"Then how can I?" he squinted, "I find you fascinating. A cute little human girl, smart and charming. I want to...what is it you humans call it...court you?"

You wanted to smile at the sound of the outdated term he used. But it was stopped by his confession, of what he thought of you.

"W-Well...you're trying to court a human girl..." you spoke slowly, meeting his eyes in faux confidence even though your heart was beating a mile a minute, "Why don't you try...a human method?"

"A human method," he gnawed on the inside of his cheek ― apparently a habit he had while thinking, "What are human methods?"

"Well um..." you noticed that with his body covering yours like it was, you weren't affected by the cold and that your trembles were no doubt excitement, "Like...dates. Do you guys have dates?"

"Usually an invitation to fight for someone to see is sufficient enough to begin a relationship," he explained, making you sigh. He frowned at the sound and leaned closer to you to meet your gaze, "Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"F-For humans usually a man will ask a woman on a date," you explained simply, "Like...you would ask to take me to see a movie or take me to dinner."

"A dinner," he repeated, seeming to mull it over for a moment before nodding. The dark look was gone and he smiled the cutest boxy smile you'd ever seen in your life, "Then I'd like to take you to dinner, _____."

"I'd like that, Taehyung," you smiled, feeling your cheeks burn under his soft gaze.

"After my fight, to celebrate my win I'll take you."

"Alright, Taehyung, I look forward to it," after what seemed like an eternity, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes, he finally stood up straight. The cold immediately began to sink into your bones and he stepped back off your stoop.

"See you soon, cutie," he waved, twiddling his fingers before spinning on his heel and walking in the direction you both had just came from.

You opened your front door, slipping inside and relaxing once the warmth hit you. Leaning back against the door, you pressed your hand to your chest and sighed.

"Not how I expected my day to turn out," you mumbled, taking a seat at your chair in front of the camera, turning it on so the red light blinked indicating recording, "I know it hasn't been a week yet but I've found something interesting. I met a man named Taehyung and he told that they're about to begin a planet-wide lottery. Everyone draws a number and they're picked to fight. It's a...form of population control and some kind of cultural flex on each other to show who is the toughest and bravest. The fights are set to take place in a few days and I was invited but...I had to decline. The prospect of watching it was just too much for me to consider so I apologize for that."

You went quiet for a second, deciding to leave out the fact that the invitation was an attempt to ask you out. You greeted the people who would be watched goodbye and shut off the camera, turning to your computer monitor and hurriedly sending the video before shutting everything down.

The city was quiet for the next few days, everyone packed into the stadium. You would frequently hear the thunderous roar of the crowd but ultimately did your best to block out the prospect of the death no doubt going on.

You laid on your bed, reading a book you'd read several times already but lacked the means to acquire a new one. You wouldn't be able to read the books in an alphabet you couldn't read. Though you could take the time to learn but, you were in no mood to study.

As expected, you found yourself thinking of Taehyung. He was charming, no doubt, and you were surprised by how much you ultimately enjoyed his company. It was quick that he decided he wanted to date you, by human standards anyway, but Sehebon were very fast-moving people as more than half their race were warriors who could be killed in the blink of an eye. No doubt a cause for Taehyung's rush to be with you.

You couldn't deny the complete attraction you had for him; he was incredibly good looking and had the cutest smile. His voice was hypnotic, smooth as whiskey and as deep as the ocean. Dating someone of a completely different species wasn't the strangest thing by far ― plenty of humans had counterparts from different races. Dating a Sehebon, on the other hand, was different since the brand new introduction of their race to humans.

There was no fear that Taehyung would bring you any harm or have ill intentions, there was just a lot of confusion about him. You didn't exactly know much about who he was as a person rather than his race.

The date would no doubt clear things up and open doors for you.

Remembering the fact you would be going on a date with him set butterflies off in your tummy and you bit your lip to hold back the gleeful grin that threatened to spread across your face.

It was a full week before the streets became the same again. The population of Fia went back to normal as visitors from other cities left and went back home. The banners were taken down from around your street and before long everything seemed to have returned to the way it was.

Unfortunately, you were running out of food so you needed to go food shopping. As the suns were beginning to set, with the temperature steadily dropping, is when you decided to go shopping.

You slid a sweater on to keep you warm before stepping out the door. It was still a little warm but you knew you'd be grateful for your choice later.

In the past, you'd made the mistake of forgoing something warm and had to quite literally run home before you froze to death.

You carried a bag, an effect from when you lived on Earth and refused to use plastic bags in fear they'd end up in the oceans. When you first presented the bag at the local grocers, the cashier had looked at you like you were stupid ― making you feel just a tad self-conscious.

Fortunately, they'd now grown used to your practice and barely batted an eye in response when you brought.

The shop wasn't busy during that time of day and you were thankful to be able to navigate the aisles without having to avoid the giant Sehebon people that easily blocked your shelf access. You packed your bag with things you were vaguely familiar with. There was a lot of food you didn't dare try ― you couldn't read what it said or it was just gross looking.

Unfortunately, however, the shelves were so damn tall that you sometimes had to scale them to actually reach the things you needed. Standing on your tippy-toes using one of the shelves to grab a simple box of noodles ― something you were very pleased to find on Izo Huen.

You chose a lot of fruits and vegetables ― trusting them more than their alien-meats. You were basically the alien version of a vegetarian at that point.

When you stepped outside, you were immediately grateful of the sweater you wore. The cold still seemed to seep in a bit but it was tolerable despite the light shivers that took you. Carrying your bag, you hummed a tune to yourself as you navigated the darkening streets. The lamps were lit to illuminate your way but there were no other people in sight, making you feel calm.

"Hey, you a human?" scratch that, there were people.

You paused, looking into an alleyway separating two residential streets. A small group of young men were smoking cigarettes. Part of you wondered if they were cigarettes or some Izo Huen-version.

"Yes I'm a human," you replied, pulling your bag off your shoulder to hold it in front of you.

"You want a hit?" one of them asked you, offering you what he was smoking off of.

"N-No thank you," you backed away slightly to get away from the smoke emanating off the burning end, "I really should be getting home...I have things to put away."

You turned to walk away but a hand aggressively gripped your arm to stop you, startling a gasp out of you.

"Hey, that hurts," you mumbled, attempting to tug your arm free but he tugged you closer to him, "Let go!"

Before he had the chance to speak, a hand was violently wrapped around his throat and slammed him back. He pulled you with him slightly, knocking you to the ground as the man was pinned to the wall. Looking up, you could see Taehyung leaning close to him ― whispering something that had the man's eyes widening.

"Do you understand?" Taehyung growled, loud enough for you to hear. The man nodded so hard you were sure he was going to give himself a headache. Taehyung held him still for several more seconds, looking over him to make sure he was telling the truth.

When the man was dropped, he took off down the alleyway with his friends following, none of them daring to look back.

"Are you alright?" he asked, crouching down to where you were sitting on the ground. He cupped your cheek ever so softly, thumb grazing beneath your eye, "I didn't mean for you to get knocked down."

"It's alright," you muttered, using his shoulders to pull yourself back to your feet. He remained crouched for a moment, just gazing up at you silently, "W-What is it?"

"You should be more careful, _____," he said, picking up the bag of groceries you had dropped, tucking some of the things that had been knocked out back in where they belonged, "Didn't I tell you that you could get hurt?"

"W-Well yes but that was different― "

"It wasn't," he snapped, moving close to you once again. Fingers hooked beneath your chin to make you look at him, "Don't you understand how much people want you? How they look at you when you walk around?"

"N-No..." you blinked as you tried to recall any staring while you were on your own.

"Everyone finds you alluring here, _____," Taehyung's voice dropped and he stepped even closer so your foreheads were just barely touching, "The cute little human girl. And I'd be very disappointed if I had to kill someone for hurting you."

You were speechless, lost staring in the fiery blaze within his eyes. He held your gaze for several seconds before stepping back and smiling.

"I'll walk you home, I was on my way to see you anyway," you sputtered in shock as he tugged your hand in the direction of your home ― his rapid change of demeanor no doubt going to give you whiplash.

Your feet pounded the pavement as you struggled to keep up with his large strides. You were running out of breath and stamina, though he appeared unaffected.

"T-Tae...can you s-slow down?" he halted in his tracks so suddenly that you fully ran into his back.

"What did you call me?" he looked over his shoulder, staring sharply down at you.

"I-I..." you pulled yourself away from his back and stuttered, "I called you Tae. I'm sorry i-it just slipped out...h-humans like to make n-nicknames, you know?"

He was quiet for a second before he turned around completely, cocking his head to the side.

"Say it again," he commanded.

"Uh...T-Tae?" the name sounded more awkward than it had before coming out of your mouth.

"Hmm," he made a noise akin to a moan, rolling his head back in response before looking down and smirking, "I like that. You're the only one allowed to call me that, yeah?"

"A-Alright," your heart was racing from the way he had reacted to the nickname but you didn't get to dwell on it long before he was tugging you along once again.

You stood on your stoop again, looking at Taehyung, a small smile on his lips as he watched you. He held your bag of groceries out for you and you had to hold back a gasp when your hand brushed his.

"Shit, your hands are freezing!" he gasped, taking one of your hands in his and bringing them closer to him.

"U-Uh yeah it's...pretty cold," your words came out a whisper, reveling in how warm his hands were against yours.

"Poor thing," your eyes widened as he pulled your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your fingers.

"T-Tae," the nickname had his eyes flicking up and he hummed, pressing another kiss against them.

"Did you like that?" he dropped your hand from his lips but continued to hold it, smiling at you, "I read in a book about common human practices for courting and it said a kiss to the hand will make her heart flutter. Did it work?"

"I..." you swallowed thickly, nodding your head ever so slightly, "I-It was nice, Tae..."

The two of you fell quiet, his hand enveloping yours and his soft gaze fixated on you. Your groceries hung in his free hand and he slowly reached out to hand them to you once again. Once the bag was in your hands, he released your hand from his hold and shoved his own into his pockets. He stepped backwards off the stoop but continued to stare at you, bottom lip tucked in his mouth.

Your eyes danced over his body ― never really looking him over that much besides his face. He had a black button-up tucked into tight fitting jeans and boots that made him even taller than he already was. It surprised you how thick his thighs were but how small his waist was ― it's like he was sculpted by actual gods.

"Well," he smirked, no doubt having caught you staring, "See you around, cutie."

"Hey, Tae wait!" you called before you could stop yourself.

He halted immediately, turning to look at you once again, "You alright?"

"I just..." he jogged back to the stoop, stepping up and moving close to yours.

He cupped your chin between his fingers and made you look up at him.

"You can tell me, sweetheart," his brows were drawn together in concern.

The pet name causing a shiver to go down your spine, "What is it?"

"C-Can...Would you...like to stay for a while?" your cheeks were on fire and you couldn't meet his gaze after whispering the words.

Taehyung's eyes softened and his lips quirked up, running his thumb over your lips for a split second ― so light you almost missed it. He stood up straighter, removing his fingers from your face. You found yourself missing the touch and your heart was pounding at the possible rejection you could face.

"Were you nervous to ask me that, baby?" your core lit on fire at the new pet name and you held in a whimper, "I'd love to stay with you."

"O-Okay..." you reached behind you, turning the knob and pushing the door open.

Warmth hit you from the inside and you scurried out of Taehyung's view as fast as you could to the kitchen. You could hear him walking, the sound of his boots on the floor seeming deafening in the silence of the house. Leaning against the counter, you took a few deep breaths to steady yourself.

You began putting your groceries away in their designated places, noticing that Taehyung's footsteps had gone silent.

"This place given to you by your job?" he asked suddenly, making you jump.

"Um...yeah," you cleared your throat, "It's nothing special but it's cozy."

"It's nice," he muttered before falling silent.

You placed the box of noodles in your cabinet, steeling yourself before moving to the living room. Your brain nearly short-circuited at the sight before you.

Taehyung sat on your couch, legs spread wide and arms stretched out on the back of the couch. His head was tilted back, exposing beautiful expanse of throat. The way he sat was so confident and commanding that you had to clench your thighs together to control yourself.

"Um...are you okay?" you whispered, stepping forward as he lifted his head to look at you.

"I'm perfect," he responded, scooting to the side to allow you to sit beside him, "I think I've figured out a place to take you on our date."

"Oh?" you'd nearly forgotten about the date, "So you're ready to take me?"

"I'm thinking tomorrow, if that's okay," he looked down at you and you smiled.

"I'd love that," your gaze fell to your thighs, noticing the size difference between his and yours ― reminding you of how large he was.

Flicking your eyes up, you were frozen by the sharpness in his own as he stared at you. As you kept his gaze, you felt one of his hands find its way to your thigh and you bit your lip to keep from outright whimpering at the feeling.

"You're so soft," he muttered, shifting to turn more towards you, "And absolutely breathtaking..."

His lips drew closer to yours, his hair brushing your nose as he dipped down. When he pressed them completely, his hand tightened around your thigh. You whimpered, seeming to set Taehyung off as he cupped the back of your head with his free hand ― deepening the kiss.

Your hands clutched at the front of his shirt, losing yourself in the feeling of his lips and hands on you. The hand on your thigh traveled up, grazing your hip, drifting up your stomach and over your breasts before wrapping around your throat. You gasped at the feeling, lips parting from Taehyung's just slightly before you surged back forward to reconnect them.

He groaned against your lips, giving your neck the lightest squeeze before he released you and reached lower to cup your breast through your sweater. You arched your back into the muffled touch but he didn't linger for long because his hand was diving between your legs.

Your jeans impeded you from feeling his touch properly and you whimpered, grinding your hips forward in hopes to remedy the problem. You reached down, holding his hand against your core as you whimpered into his lips.

"Do you want me to touch you, pretty baby?" he asked, kiss parting until your lips just barely brushed his.

"P-Please Tae," you whimpered, feeling your eyes sting with tears of desperation ― having never wanted to be touched so badly in your life.

Taehyung didn't reconnect the kiss, instead he tilted your head back to press his lips to your neck. His long fingers unbuttoned your jeans and hurriedly tugged them off your hips until you finally reached down to pull them off completely, tossing them away.

The way you cried out when his hand cupped you again, this time through your panties, was nothing less than lewd. He tugged your thighs open further, one of them resting across his own, leaving you completely open to his fingers.

"Sound so pretty," he mumbled, teeth grazing your neck where he continued to mouth at you.

You wrapped one hand around his wrist, dragging his fingers up ever so slightly until you were able to push them past the band of your panties. He immediately took over, fingers diving between your folds to find just how wet you were for him. He groaned, pulling away from your neck to meet your gaze, his lips open just slightly as he brushed against your clit. Your hips twitched and you found yourself clinging to his arm as you whined.

"So sensitive, little one," he whispered, wrapping his free hand around your thigh to pull you even closer to him until you were completely in his lap with your back tucked to his chest.

"Tae..." you whispered, eyes fluttering closed when he began to press kisses to your shoulder ― the sweater not allowing you to feel it properly but enjoying it nonetheless.

"Yeah baby?" he cooed, resting his chin on your shoulder to watch his hand move beneath the fabric of your panties.

"C-Can..." you trailed off, feeling your cheeks burn and he tsked.

"Tell me what you want and I'll do it, baby," he assured, fingers now running across your folds without dipping between ― teasing you.

"Can you...take them off?" you asked, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze.

"If that's what you want," he pulled his hand out of your panties and you whimpered at the loss, making him chuckle, "So needy, huh?"

His thumbs hooked into the band and he pushed them down your thighs. You pulled your legs up to help him take them off ― tossing them off somewhere else to join your jeans. He gripped your knees, roughly tugging them open until your cunt was completely exposed to him ― glistening in the dim light and flushed swollen with your arousal.

"Fuck, babygirl..." he breathed, reaching down to run his fingertips through your parted folds, "Such a pretty little pussy, hm?"

Deep in your mind, you wondered where he learned such delicious dirty talk from ― seeing as he didn't even know the proper word for courting. The thought was completely wiped from your mind, however, when he used two fingers to spread your folds open. Your hole clenched around nothing and Taehyung let out a choked groan.

"St-Stop staring!" you whined, snapping your thighs closed around his hand.

Taehyung growled, wrapping his hand around your throat again and pulling the back of your head against his chest. You whimpered, eyes flicking up to briefly catch his glare. His jaw was set, glaring down at you with a gaze that made you feel incredible small.

"Spread your fucking legs," he ordered, tone making your eyes flutter slightly. When you hesitated to do as he said, he leaned closer until his mouth brushed your ear, "I said...spread your legs."

You whimpered, bottom lip trembling as you pouted, slowly opening your legs back up. Too slow for his liking, he jerked one open and pinned the other down until you were just as exposed as before. His hand cupped your entire core, middle finger sliding between the folds.

"That's more like it," he sighed, finally releasing your neck, "You better act right, baby, or else I'll have to punish you."

His words made you tremble, thighs twitching ever so slightly. He raised a brow at your reaction, an almost detached look coming across his face.

"Would you like that? To be punished?" when you only whimpered, he smirked, "I see...how would you like it, hm? To be choked until your lungs burn for air? Or maybe if I spanked your little cunt?"

"Tae..." you felt your hole clench, sending a gush of arousal to meet his fingers.

"Oh?" he chuckled, making you cheeks burn, "You'd like to be slapped, huh?"

Before you could even think up a reply from your foggy brain, a sharp pain right against your clit had you crying out. Your eyes found his face but he was watching as he smacked your cunt again. His fingers ran over your folds to soothe the sting and he laughed.

"Interesting..." he hummed, middle finger circling around your clit. Your eyes fluttered and your hips arched into the touch more.

His index and ring fingers spread your folds, his middle finger swirling over the hardened bud until you were moaning. He pulled the hood back, exposing it even more to his sensitive touches. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you choked out his name.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, "Does it feel nice to have your little clit touched?"

"Y-Yes!" you squeaked, reaching down to take hold of his wrist. Your body was practically vibrating as you trembled beneath the almost too much stimulation. Suddenly, his touch was gone and you were left still trembling with the remnants of his fingers lingering.

"It's alright," he cooed, wrapping one of his arms around you to hold you tighter against him, "I've got you, little one."

"Please, Tae," you begged, burying your face into his arm, thighs trembling still spread.

"What is it?" he asked, voice soft as silk.

"Your...Your fingers," you canted your hips up ever so slightly and he hummed.

"Want my fingers inside?" he asked, although he already knew before you nodded.

He hummed, two fingers finding your spasming entrance, coating them in your juices. You held your breath as he finally sunk them inside you, stretching you deliciously even though you were plenty wet enough. His fingers were big, filling you up nice and deep. Gasping against Taehyung's arm, you mindlessly ground your hips up as he slowly pulled them out. You didn't get to mourn their loss for long because he was quickly pushing them back in ― slick sounds accompanying the movement.

"You're so fucking tight," he muttered, "So small...Shit, how long has it been since you've been fucked, pretty girl?"

"Ah-Never..." you gasped, hand circling around his wrist as you squirmed.

His fingers paused, halfway inside and you whined, "You've never been with somebody?"

"N-No, Tae," you whined, using your hand on his wrist to push his fingers back inside, "J-Just you...only you!"

He cursed under his breath, wrapping his arm tighter around you before he began to finger fuck you wholeheartedly. The sounds pouring from your lips only spurred him on, your cunt tight like a vice around just two of his fingers.

"This little cunt won't ever be able to take my cock, sweetheart," he growled, crooking his fingers up to nail that little spot that made you sob, "I'm gonna be too big for you."

"W-Want it a-anyway, Tae," you cried, nails digging into his wrist. Tears welled up in your eyes, trickling down your cheeks as your body was sent into overload.

"Yeah? Want me to fuck you open until you can't take anymore?" he groaned, "Watch your virgin cunt get stuffed full of a cock you simply can't handle...have you make those pretty noises while you cream all over me..."

His words seemed more self-indulgent than aimed at you but you whined and nodded anyway. His palm ground against your clit as his fingers filled you up so nice and you found yourself teetering on the edge.

"I-I'm gonna cum," you panted, thighs twitching erratically in response to your pleasure."Go ahead, cum for me," he commanded, groaning alongside you as you tightened up around his fingers.

"Tae! 'S so good..." you slurred, eyes closed as you buried your face in his arm to ride out the pleasure he was giving you.

"Coming so prettily, little one," he whispered into your ear, fingers beginning to slow as your orgasm died down, "You're such a good girl."

"Ah...Tae," you whimpered as he pulled his fingers from your still-clenching pussy, sensitivity hitting you like a brick wall. Your thighs clenched shut, trembling uncontrollably in the aftermath of the most pleasure you'd ever received.

Taehyung slid his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling back at the taste of you on his tongue. His arm still held you tight as you continued to whimper against him.

"Taste so so good," he whispered, mostly to himself.

Once his digits were clean, he glanced down at you. It was clear you were still a bit overwhelmed and he cooed, shifting you in his lap until you were facing him. He pulled you into a hug and couldn't hold back a chuckle.

"Humans are so fragile," he whispered, "So overwhelmed...even that was too much for you, huh?"

You didn't respond, simply tucking your face away in his neck. You let your weight drop fully on his lap but froze immediately. You hadn't realized while you were being touched, how hard Taehyung's cock was against you but with a clear mind you could.

He was fucking big.

He chuckled darkly, lips finding your neck as he slowly made you grind against his covered length, "I told you, babygirl, I'm too big for your little pussy."

When you whined and tightened your grip on him, wanting to avoid the painful overstimulation, he simply chuckled. He let you cling to him and lay with him until your eyes fluttered shut ― sleep quickly and eagerly overcoming you.

Just as you sunk into darkness, you felt him press the softest of kisses against your forehead.

"My cute little human," he whispered, voice fading out as you finally fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were tucked cozily in your bed beneath your wool comforter. The sun was up and you groaned, kicking the blankets off as you grew warmer with every passing second.

You had on your sweater from yesterday and a pair of panties you hadn't been wearing. Looking beside you, you found the bed empty and sighed.

Despite yourself, you found yourself feeling disappointed he hadn't stayed the night. He had shown you such a sweet, caring side before you fell asleep. It had made your heart flutter, how he treated you so delicately yet used such a sharp tongue to fluster you.

"He's such a strange dude," you muttered, staring at the ceiling as you spread starfish on your bed.

There was a dull ache between your legs, reminding you of the night before. Feeling your cheeks flush, you sat up straight and hurriedly crawled out of bed intending to take a cold shower.

Drying your hair with a towel, you hunted around your closet for a cute outfit for the date. Briefly, you wondered if he was still planning to take you out. Excitement thrummed through your veins, a giddy smile lighting up your face and making your cheeks ache.

After choosing your outfit, you took a seat in front of the vanity you had set up. You had found a mirror at the monthly market a few ones back and decided it was the best purchase ever. You hadn't known mirrors were scarce on Izo Huen for whatever reason until you desperately needed one.

Deciding to leave your hair down, too lazy to try and make anything of it, you mindlessly spun around in your chair.

A strange feeling bubbled up in your chest that made your heart race. Leaning your head back against the back of the chair, you ran your hands over your face with a groan.

"I actually miss him," you scoffed, leaning forward to rest your head on your vanity counter, "What is wrong with me?"

The day seemed to drag on longer than any other as you waited for Taehyung to arrive. The heat hadn't even bothered you, your mind too muddled with thoughts of your date. You wondered if he would hold your hand and where he planned to take you.

As the sun finally sunk beneath the horizon, you were more antsy and began to pace your living room. Every once in a while, you'd glance out your window in hopes a passing man would be Taehyung. Unfortunately, you were mistaken every time.

Before long, you began to realize that he simply wasn't going to show up. You changed into your pajamas, rejection burning in your veins before sitting on your bed. The streetlights and the moon cast a decent glow around you.

Your feelings were hurt. You’d been stood up by an alien.

Your heart ached and you felt your eyes sting with unshed tears. You flopped over, covering your face with a pillow before screaming into it.

"What a jerk!" you shouted in the material.

By the time you went to sleep, your simmering anger gave way to pitiful dejection. Your eyes were wet with tears as you closed them.

He was polluting your mind, everywhere you went you found yourself hoping that he'd turn up around the next corner. You’d hoped he would come knocking on your door with a sheepish smile, apologizing.

Though as the days passed and you had seen neither hide nor hair of him, the prospect of an apology made you angry. You didn't want his stupid apology anymore.

A week lapsed and it was time, once again, for your weekly log.

Sitting in front of the camera, you sighed, "The...friend I had made seems to have disappeared. It's weird, I was perfectly content by myself but once he showed up and vanished ― it's made me lonely," you gnawed on your bottom lip before sighing, disappointment becoming a common feeling in your life by then, “Maybe I need to make some friends but...I can't explain it; the Sehebon are such a strange race that it feels like it's going to be really difficult to make friends. There's really nothing eventful that happened worth logging besides my own problems so...I'll sign off."

A couple clicks on your computer had the log sent. You'd be getting paid again soon, perhaps you'd be able to go out and find something to do for yourself. Maybe you'd hit the jackpot and find someone who would want to be your friend.

It felt childish, the need for friendship you had. But with Taehyung's absence, your loneliness was at an all time high.

It was beginning to get dark and you decided to say 'fuck it' and get dressed. You'd find something to do ― you hadn't really checked out nearly all the districts of Fia and you knew there were some popular places to hang out.

It was a long walk to the area they dubbed the Social District. The second you stepped onto the rowdy street, you were blown away by the flashing lights and heavy bass emanating from the various buildings.

They had their own clubs.

You suddenly felt out of place and awkward, weaving through the giant people blocking the streets as they talked with friends. It seemed like no one saw you, as if you were just invisible to them. You moved to the sidewalk, being able to squeeze by the people and avoid the large crowd that filled the street.

You slipped into a pub ― judging by the tables and bar. You couldn't read the sign but you still walked in anyway. It wasn't very crowded, a few tables still open. The vibe inside was much cooler and calmer and you felt yourself begin to relax.

Walking up the bar, you took a seat, grabbing a menu without thinking about it.

"God dammit," you muttered, staring at the alphabet you still couldn't read.

"Can I help you?" the tender asked, moving to stand in front of you.

"Uh...I can't read this," you admitted, feeling your cheeks burn.

"That's alright, what do you like?" she pulled the menu from your hands and looked over it herself.

"Do you have any good alcohol?" you slumped against the counter, chin resting in your hand.

She regarded you with furrowed brows, closing the menu, "You do know alcohol is poisonous, right?"

"Wait what?" your head snapped up and the woman laughed.

"Alcohol is poisonous to us. We don't drink it," she placed the menu back where you got it and smiled, "We have some Soda."

"You do?" you perked up at that, not tasting soda since you'd left Earth. You watched eagerly as she filled a glass with brown liquid, placing it in front of you.

"It's not...Earth's soda but it's basically the same," she smiled, "It's got seltzer and sugary syrup in it."

You thanked her before she was whisked away to take care of another customer, leaving you by yourself. You sipped out of the straw, sighing at the taste. It was slightly off compared to the soda you were used to but bubbling seltzer had you smiling.

"_____?" you jumped at the sound of your name, choking on your drink and erupting into a fit of coughing. A hand carefully patted your back until you calmed down, "Are you alright? I didn't mean to scare you."

"I-It's fine," you choked out, clearing your throat and swallowing a few times to rid the feeling. Your eyes flicked up to meet Taehyung's and you felt a frown fall over your face before you realized it, "Taehyung."

His brows furrowed at your using his full name but he didn't say anything, "I uh...didn't know you came around here."

"It's my first time," you muttered, turning back to sip on your drink. When you didn't offer another opening for a conversation he let out a sigh and slid up next to you between the vacant seat beside you. You didn't have any choice but to interact, seeing at he wasn't going to back off.

"I'm sorry I missed our...date," the word still sounded foreign on his tongue, "I had urgent business to attend to in Holis."

"You don't owe me anything Taehyung," you muttered, failing to mask the hurt in your voice.

He sighed again, "I had to go visit a friend of mine, he was stranded and couldn't get home on his own. I promise that's all it was, _____."

You sighed, feeling your hurt and anger soften. Turning to look at him, you opened your mouth to reply but were interrupted.

“Whoa, is this the little human?” a loud voice from behind you made you jump. Twisting around, you saw a large man with biceps so big his t-shirt was stretched taut, “Oh you are a cutie!”

“U-Um...hello,” you greeted timidly.

"Uh yeah," Taehyung smiled, placing his hand on your shoulder, "This is _____. And _____ this is Wonho."

"N-Nice to meet you," you held out your hand, gasping when he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your knuckles.

"It's my pleasure," you could hear Taehyung let out a long sigh, "Bartender, I'll take a Blue Ice please. I gotta take a leak," he muttered the last part to himself, fingers lingering on your shoulder before he disappeared.

"You drinking a soda?" Wonho asked, peering into your glass, "Mind if I have a sip?"

"I guess not," you shrugged, watching him wrap his hand around the glass and bring it to his lips.

He was good looking, you couldn't deny. He had cute ears that stuck out just slightly and pretty teeth as he grinned at you. You found yourself comparing him to Taehyung ― deducing Taehyung definitely set your heart racing the second you looked at him.

"You know," Wonho placed your glass back down in front of you, "I was surprised to hear Taehyung was fooling around with a little human. I never thought he'd be the type."

"What do you mean?" you asked, brows furrowing as you mindlessly stirred your drink with your straw.

"Well I just can't believe he's actually giving in to it," Wonho said, pulling out a menu to look over it.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you muttered, quite blunt.

He seemed surprised, chuckling and waving his hand, "Just the whole human kink that's going on. You know, since humans have started coming here it's become like a game to see who can actually manage to bang one. Can't believe Taehyung managed to snag one."

Your eyes drifted to your glass, the ice melting in your soda ― watering it down. A human kink?

"So...I'm just a conquest?" you whispered, though you were sure Wonho didn't hear as he was ordering a drink.

So many things bubbled up inside you; anger, humiliation, shame. Humiliation at the fact you'd been used, shame over the fact you fell for it and were so close to giving in, and anger of the audacity he had to do such a thing to you. Tears stung your eyes and you bit your lip to hold them back.

"Oh man, that looks delicious," Taehyung groaned, grabbing his tall glass of blue drink and taking a sip.

"I'm leaving," you muttered, sliding off your stool and moving to walk away.

You were stopped by a hand grabbing your elbow. Taehyung stared at you, brows drawn together.

"You just got here," he muttered, obviously confused by your sudden change.

You scoffed, "I'm going home, Taehyung."

You snatched your arm out of his grip and stormed out the doors and onto the busy streets. You could vaguely hear your name being shouted but it was quickly covered by the noisiness of the people. Crossing your arms over your chest, you weaved through the bodies. Tears were burning your eyes but you held them back.

"Hey a human!" you heard someone shout but you didn't stop, "Why don't you come party?"

'The whole human kink.' Wonho's words echoed in your mind, making it harder to fight your tears. 'It's become a game to see who can bang one."

By the time you reached your front door, your jaw was aching with keeping your tears in. Slamming the door behind you, you immediately burst into tears ― bringing your hands up to cover your eyes with your sleeves. Sniffling, you dropped onto your couch and let your sobs out freely.

Hugging one of your throw pillows, you attempted to calm yourself down. Just as you were about to drift off to sleep, eyes fluttering against your will, there was a series of sharp knocks against your door. You didn't move, silently waiting to see if they'd go away.

Unfortunately, the knocks became harsher and more frantic. Deciding that they weren't going to go away, you stood up and dragged your feet to the door.

You already had a feeling who it was and you weren't wrong ― Taehyung standing on the other side. His fist was raised like he was going to knock again and his hair was a complete wreck. His shirt clung to him with sweat and his breathing was a little heavy.

"What do you want Taehyung?" you muttered, crossing your arms around yourself.

"You've been crying," he whispered, moving to step forward but stopped when you moved back, "I knew you were upset. What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"Don't!" you snapped, turning on your heel and storming into your house.

"What?" Taehyung whispered, closing the door gently behind him.

"Don't call me that," you said, keeping your back to him so he wouldn't see your tears.

It felt so nice to have him call you pet names so gently. But you remembered it was just a ruse to lure you in ― and it was so hard not to fall.

"Why not? I thought you liked being called that?" he sounded so confused and you could imagine he looked akin to a kicked puppy.

"Because it's not fair!" you shouted, finally turning around, "You can't just play those games with me because I'm a human, Taehyung!"

"I really...What are you talking about?" his voice was so soft, so gentle. He took a couple steps towards you, hands outstretched, "I'm not playing any games."

"Oh yeah?" you scoffed, wiping away a few stray tears from your cheeks, "Wonho told me about your disgusting kink! You don't care about me, you just wanted to be able to say you fucked a human!"

"Wh―" he stumbled over his words, irises desperately scanning over you, "That's not...true."

You scoffed, shaking your head., "You're so unfair, Taehyung." he cocked his head to the side curiously, "You made me like you and I trusted you. But you just...you really aren't any different from men on Earth, huh?"

"What do you mean? Of course I'm different!" he argued, his own eyes growing glassy, "I never lied to you, _____. I promise!"

"You just wanted to use me as a conquest, something to brag about," you breathing stuttered as you sobbed, "And I almost fell for it!"

"Would you listen to me?!" he snapped, suddenly moving and pinning you against the wall.

He was caging you in, scent overwhelming you and making more tears fall from your eyes. You refused to meet his gaze, even though you could feel his eyes burning into you. You sniffled, staring down at your cardigan sleeves that were functioning as sweater paws.

"I never once intended to use you like that," Taehyung growled, voice giving away his frustration, "Everything I have said and done for you is real and not because you're a human. I don't want you as a...a...conquest," the word sounded foreign on his tongue, "And I certainly am not like your pathetic human men on Earth. I am better in every single way."

"Taehyung..."

"Stop calling me that!" he snapped, making you jump, "I-I want you to call me Tae!"

"I don't think..." you shook your head.

"Why won't you believe me?" he sighed, voice going soft, "Is it really so easy to lose trust in me when I haven't even done anything? You heard my friend say some stupid nonsense a-and you're suddenly convinced I'm evil!"

When he put it like that, you felt silly. Your own insecurities caught up with you and you shifted awkwardly in your place against the wall. You sheepishly looked up to find him staring at you, eyes dark beneath his long bangs. They were damp from sweat and you swallowed thickly at how good he looked.

"I'm sorry Tae..." you mumbled, nibbling on your lip beneath his glare, "I just...I really like you and I don't want you to―

"Listen to me," he tilted your head up, making you look at him directly. His eyes were much softer now and your eyes felt hot once more, "I have no intention of hurting you. You can trust me, _____. I promise."

It felt like all self-control slipped through your fingers as you suddenly surged forward to press your lips against his. Standing on you tippy-toes, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He eagerly kissed you back, arms wrapping around you ― teeth nipping at your bottom lip to make you whine.

One of his hands traveled lower, cupping your ass and pulling you closer to him. You could feel his length hardened in his jeans ― and it was just as big as you remembered. It made you whimper, feeling him so hard against you. You squeaked when the floor was suddenly pulled out from beneath you and you found yourself pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist, his weight supporting you.

You whined when his lips found your neck, trailing his lips over the sensitive skin beneath your ear. He smirked at the feeling of you shuddering against him.

"Are you wet for me, baby?" he asked against your skin. You whimpered and nodded, feeling your pussy clench and gush into your panties, "Do you want me to touch you? Tell me."

"Yes please, Tae," you begged, blushing when he chuckled at your desperation.

The wall was pulled out from behind you and you scrambled to hold onto him around his shoulders, "I got you," he reassured, turning to walk through the open doorway of your bedroom.

You were deposited onto your mattress, making you bounce slightly on it. Taehyung was covering your body once more, however, as he met your lips for another kiss. Resting his weight on one forearm beside your head, he used the other to push your shirt up.

Getting the hint, you pulled your cardigan off and tossed it off the side of the bed before tugging your shirt off as well. Taehyung groaned, his lips kissing the swell of your breast above your bra. His fingers trailed over your bra ― cupping you and sighing softly.

You were surprised by your own boldness as you reached behind you and unclipped your bra. Before you could tug it off, however, Taehyung pinned your arms above your head and growled.

"Why are you so eager?" he asked, making your blush further.

"I-I just want you to touch me..." you confessed, lashes fluttering when he leaned down to brush his lips against your lips once more.

"There's no rush, little one," he cooed, "I'm not going anywhere until I've made you cum for me."

You clenched your thighs with a whimper at the pressure in your core. He pulled off your bra, finally, tossing it away and sitting back to admire your body. You were laid out beneath him, breasts heaving in your arousal.

His head dipped down and you held your breath as he enveloped a perked nipple into his mouth. Your hands flew up to clutch at his hair, back arching. His teeth grazed the bud, and groaned at the way you whined.

"Fuck, you're so responsive to everything I do," he gasped, pulling his lips away from your nipple. His fingers found it and brushed his thumb nail over and you choked out a sob, "I love it so much..."

"T-Tae please!" you whined, arching your hips up.

"Alright, baby," he cooed, flicking the button of your jeans open and tugging them down. Your panties went with them but neither of you cared, "Look at that. So wet."

"Please touch me, Tae," you begged, spreading your legs wider around him.

"You ever been eaten out, sweetheart?" he asked, watching the way your breath stuttered at his question. When you didn't answer, he gave your cunt a swift smack. You cried out, clutching at the blankets desperately, "I asked you a question."

"N-No I've never― " you were cut off by his fingers sliding over your clit softly.

"Do you want to?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Yes, yes please, Tae!" you gasped, eyes wide when he shifted down the bed until his head was positioned over your core.

"So pretty, baby," he sighed, spreading your folds open to expose the pretty wet hole that clenched desperately around nothing.

Your mouth fell open, a stuttered breath escaping you when his tongue slid over your entrance up to your clit. He hummed, licking his lips to chase the taste. He looked like he was in heaven, swirling his tongue over your bud and chuckling when your whole body trembled.

"Love how you react to me," he whispered, mostly to himself. He tongued at your hole to taste your juices once more before dragging up to your clit once again, "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

"Tae!" you cried, tugging his hair harshly though he didn't seem to mind.

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth. You keened, eyes rolling back into your head at the stimulation. You nearly screamed when you were suddenly filled with two long fingers.

"Fuck!" you cried, back arching. You abandoned your hold on his hand to wrap your hands beneath your knees ― keeping yourself open for him.

"Good girl," he praised, making you smile down at him.

He pressed a kiss against your thigh before diving down to take your clit into his mouth again. His fingers stretched you open, catching your g-spot every chance he got. He reached so deep inside you with just his fingers and you suddenly remembered how big his dick was. Just the thought of it had your walls clenching around his fingers. He groaned in response, the vibrations against your clit making your thighs twitch.

"A-Another finger, Tae, please," you begged, voice not above a whisper.

"Can you handle that, sweetheart? Your little cunt’s already stretched around two," he teased, his index finger beginning to nudge against your entrance.

"N-Need it," you gasped, "Need to take it for you cock."

His fingers froze and you felt him exhale sharply against your core ― as if the air had been punched out of him. Glancing down, you saw his jaw was clenched and his brows were furrowed.

"Don't say things like that, little girl," he growled, finally pushing the third finger into you, "Don't make promises you can't keep."

"Tae I― " your words died on your tongue when he enveloped your clit once again.

You felt stuffed with his fingers, the digits making your entrance stretch deliciously. You lost your grip on your knees and let them fall open once again. Taehyung's tongue danced over the sensitive nerves, eyes closed as he relished in having your cunt wrapped around his fingers. You were gushing, coating the digits in your juices and he couldn't wait to have them in his mouth.

"W-Wanna cum, Tae," you gasped, reaching above you to grip desperately at the pillow.

He reached up, pulling on one of your hands until you released the material. You felt your walls clench tight when he urged you to put your hands on his head.

He wanted you to pull at his hair.

Not one to reject such an offer, you tangled both your hands in the soft locks as he began to fuck you with his fingers eagerly. The wet noises were obscene, mixed with your moans made an incredible melody for Taehyung.

The fact he was the only one who had ever had you like that made his cock throb. His hips moved mindlessly against the bed beneath him to get some stimulation. His cock hurt in the confines of his jeans but he didn't dare try to pull it out.

Suddenly, your walls clenched tight and the grip on his hair began to sting the harder you pulled. Sobbing out his name, your entire body began to quake beneath him. The pleasure was overwhelming and you snapped your thighs closed around his head. He didn't pull away, however, keeping his lips attached to the throbbing bud through your orgasm ― milking every spectacular second until you were whimpering from overstimulation.

He gasped as he pulled away, sitting back on his heels before pulling his fingers out of you. He spread your folds, groaning at the way you gaped slightly from being stretched open. Sliding his soaked fingers into his mouth, his whole body trembled and he reached down to palm himself through his jeans.

The feeling of a smaller hand covering his had his eyes snapping open. He pulled his fingers out and stared down at you as you shyly palmed him through the material. He groaned, head falling back.

"C-Can I..." you trailed off, not quite sure what you were asking.

"I...I don't know..." he bit his lip, apprehensive.

"Please Tae?" you pouted, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Shit, alright," he whispered, switching your positions. He scooted up until his back rested against your headboard, shoving your pillows aside to make room for himself, "Come here. Sit on my lap, pretty girl."

Your hands were trembling as you did what you were asked, swinging your leg over his lap until you were straddling him. As you pressed your full weight on him, he tossed his head back in a groan. The pressure of you sitting on him felt spectacular.

Gripping his shoulders, you suddenly felt shy with his eyes on you. He gazed at your body on top of him like you were a goddess, hands drifting up your sides and cupping your breasts. Thumbing your nipples, he smiled crookedly when you shivered at the feeling. He cupped your cheeks, finally, and pulled you down for a soft kiss.

"Go ahead and grind on me, baby," he cooed, gripping your hips to urge you to move.

The first grind against him had him releasing the most beautiful moan that you felt yourself gush in response. His head leaned back against the headboard, watching through lidded eyes the way your cunt ground against his cock through his jeans. He wishes he could take it out and feel your wetness drip all over him ― to feel you cream against him as you came. He swallowed the urge down and continued to guide you.

"D-Does it feel good?" you asked, biting your lip as you watched his jaw tense as he held back his moans.

"So good, babygirl," he groaned, feeling his heart stutter when you proudly grinned down at him, "You're so fucking cute."

"D-Don't call me cute when I'm doing this," you hissed, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Doing what?" his head rolled against his shoulder and he smirked at you, "Go on and say it."

"No..." You whispered, clutching his shirt. Leaning forward, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close.

"Why so shy, little one?" he chuckled, kissing your temple and trailing his hand up your back before cupping the back of your head, "Grinding your wet little cunt against me like this...wanting to make me cum. And you want to act shy?"

You whimpered, gasping into his ear so prettily that he shuddered. He felt his orgasm coming and he groaned through clenched teeth.

"Close..." he whispered, fingers digging into the soft skin of your waist while he other clenched in your hand, "You're gonna make me cum, baby."

"Please cum, Tae," you begged, gasping when he wrenched your face out from where you were hiding in his neck.

"You want my cum?" he panted, mouth falling open as you fastened your pace. You nodded as best you could with his hand in your hair, "How about you cum first for me?"

Your eyes fluttered, realizing with his words how close you were to another orgasm. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against him. He hummed in response, smiling in the kiss when you started trembling in his lap.

You pulled away from the kiss and tossed you head back as you cried out his name, gushing against his jeans. Taehyung cursed, his own hips stuttering beneath you.

By the time you came down, you realized how wet his jeans were beneath you. You whined, falling off the side of his lap. He still sat up, chest heaving as he caught his breath. With his eyes closed, he didn't see you cupping his softening length through the wet material. He hissed, brushing your hand off of him.

"I-Is that all your..."

"I should get home," he interrupted. You frowned, watching him stand up and shift uncomfortably.

"Can't you stay?" you asked, finding yourself not wanting him to leave.

"Sorry, baby," he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead, "Maybe another time." With a final, departing kiss, he turned and stepped out of the door. He paused, however, and looked back at you, "Be ready tomorrow, 8PM. I'll take you for dinner."

You were left alone on the bed with a little smile on your lips ― the promise of seeing him tomorrow making you giddy.

You felt apprehensive when 8PM rolled around and there was no sign of him ― the time blinking on the screen of your computer. You sat on your desk chair, watching the moments tick by.

It was nearing 8:30 when there were a series of knocks on your door. You jumped to your feet and raced to the door, pulling it open to see Taehyung with a guilty smile and a handful of flowers.

"Sorry I'm late I uh..." he cleared his throat and held the flowers over to you, "I had to go a bit out of my way to get these."

"Oh Tae..." you smiled, taking them from his hands and bringing them up to your nose to smell, "They're beautiful."

"They're imported from Liana," he smiled, shrugging sheepishly.

"How'd you think of this?" You asked, motioning for him to enter your home as you went to your kitchen to put the flowers in water.

"Well..." he cleared his throat, "I just...I've been reading about human dates and just human things like that, you know?"

"You've been studying for our date?" you giggled, putting the flowers on your counter before turning to him. He looked shy, keeping his eyes averted from you, "I really appreciate it, Tae."

"Really?" his eyes lit up and he grinned his adorable smile.

"I think it was very thoughtful," you led him back to the door and out into the cool night.

"There's this place I really like around my place," he suddenly explained, taking your hand in his as he helped you down from the stoop, "I like to go there with some friends. I think you'll like it!"

"I'm sure I'll like anything, Tae," you admitted, smiling when he squeezed your hand in response.

The two of you made simple talk as you made your way to the restaurant. You hadn't had the opportunity to go to one in the time you'd lived on Izo Huen.

It was a simple, small building with an Open sign in English. You grinned, bouncing inside tugging Taehyung by his hand excitedly.

"Pick a seat, little one," Taehyung cooed, nudging your back.

It was set up exactly like a restaurant on Earth and you slid yourself into a booth, grinning. Taehyung took the spot across from you, lounging back as he looked at the menu. You followed his lead and opened the menu yourself. Eyes wide, you realized you were able to read everything.

"Hey...It's in English!" you muttered, eyes scanning over the words. They were translated underneath into what Taehyung could understand ― the characters and symbols lost on you.

"Yeah it's the only place around here that does it," he shrugged, "I figured you might enjoy that."

"You're..." you grinned, shaking you head, "You're so thoughtful, Tae. I really appreciate it."

He shrugged, though you could see that his ears were tinged red.

You both ordered drinks and food, the atmosphere dissolving into one of calm company. You both chatted idly about anything ― Taehyung asking a lot of questions about Earth and him trying to teach you the different characters for his alphabet. He gave up when you just couldn't get a hang of it ― teasingly calling you illiterate and cooing when you pouted.

"Hey Tae," you muttered, picking at the salad you had ordered. He hummed, mouth full of some type of steak ― though the meat was of a consistency that made your stomach turn, "How did you learn to speak so...casually?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, sipping his soda.

"You know..." you blushed, realizing the question wasn't really something to ask over the dinner table, "When you talk you use a lot of slang terms. Like...in bed," You whispered the last word and picked at your salad again.

"Oh," Taehyung chuckled, "See, I have a friend who has been to Earth a few times. He has a lot of...interesting material that he let me read. And he kind of taught me some popular slang on Earth."

"You didn't have to go to so much effort, Taehyung," you whispered, although you were grinning. Your heart fluttered in your chest nonetheless.

"I wanted to," he suddenly set a hard gaze on you, "I want you to like me and I want you to feel comfortable around me. I want to be good for you."

"Tae..." you reached across the table and cupped his hand in yours, "I already like you very much. You make me feel comfortable and you make me feel very happy."

He grinned, looking away from you shyly but squeezed your hand tightly.

The walk home was peaceful, you found yourself wrapping your arms around one of Taehyung's ― wanting to be close to him. He didn't seem to mind in the slightest, squeezing your hand tightly and staring down at you with sparkling eyes. It felt like he looked at you like you hung up the moon ― it made you feel fluttery inside.

"Do you want to come inside, Tae?" you asked, opening your front door.

He hesitated for just a moment before stepping inside. He kicked his boots off along with you, watching as you tucked both of them away in the corner. You went to your bedroom to change into something comfortable ― settling on some pajama pants and an oversized sweater. When you walked back out, Taehyung was sitting at your desk looking at your computer.

"What's this?" he gestured to your setup with your camera.

"It's where I record the logs needed to send back to Earth," you explained, "I update my superiors every week on things that are happening. When I learn something new about the culture or something interesting happens."

"Interesting," he muttered, sitting there for a moment before standing up and navigated over to your couch.

You dropped into the seat beside him and molded yourself against his side. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss against the top of your head. The silence was comfortable and you rested your head on his chest ― listening to his heartbeat.

"Hey Tae?" he hummed, looking down at you when you looked up at him, "Can I have a kiss?"

His gaze softened and he quickly leaned down to press his lips against yours. He went to pull away but you followed him, pulling him into a deep kiss making him moan. Swinging your leg over his lap, you straddled him boldly. He seemed surprised by it but didn't say anything, just moving his lips against yours.

"Tae," you whispered against his lips, "I want to touch you, please?"

"_____― " he pulled away from the kiss, pushing you back slightly by your shoulders.

"You keep saying I can't handle it, but I can!" you argued, pouting at being pushed back.

"I don't want to hurt you, _____," his brows came together in a deep furrow, "It wasn't just talk when I said you couldn't handle it. It's too much, you're too...small."

"It turns you on though doesn't it?" you teased, noticing how he was growing hard beneath you, "Can't we at least try, Tae?"

"I-I..." his head fell back when you ground against him, "Fuck, we can try."

You held in a squeal of joy when he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom. He dropped you on the bed and stripped his shirt off.

It was the first time seeing him naked and you sat up to admire his body. He was fit, as you expected. His stomach was flat with a small trail of hair leading beneath his jeans. On his shoulders were patches embedded in his skin that reflected off the dim light of your bedroom.

"What..." you sat up on your knees, brushing your fingers over them. It felt like normal skin, and you hummed in wonder.

"They're...light-sensitive patches that we just...never evolved out of," he explained, "They were useful for survival when we dominated the deserts. Now they're just...here."

"Interesting," you muttered, trailing your hand down his chest and stomach to the button on his jeans.

Before you could flick it open, however, he grabbed your wrist and pinned you back to the bed. His gaze was dark, making you shiver underneath it. He smelled wonderful and you reached up with your free hand to brush his bangs out of his eyes.

"You've got another thing coming if you think you'll get anywhere near my cock before I think you're good and ready, little one," he growled, making your thighs clench at the sound.

You whined when he rushed to discard your clothes, not wasting a single second in getting you bare for him. He palmed himself through his jeans as he looked down at you, licking his lips.

"So pretty," he whispered, smoothing his hand down your body. Smirking, he pinched one of your nipples to hear the way you whined, "Spread your legs for me."

You hurriedly did as you were told, shame and inhibitions thrown out the window. You felt nervous under his gaze but with every compliment and soft touch ― you began to feel better. Mouth falling open, you gasped when his fingertips brushed against your folds.

"You're so wet," he mumbled, more to himself, "Are you always so wet, baby?"

"Y-You're the only one ― "

"I know that but when you touch yourself, pretty baby," he glanced up when you tensed, "I know you do. Tell me do you get this wet?"

"O-Only when I think of you," you admitted before you could think twice about it. You felt your cheeks burn at your own admission but Taehyung cursed and grunted as he squeezed his cock.

"You're such a good girl," he praised, fingertips trailing up your body again. Goosebumps ignited across your skin and you arched your back to get more of the feeling of his touch.

His fingers eagerly dipped back between your thighs to find your entrance. You whimpered when he immediately slipped a single digit inside. It felt nice but unfulfilling.

He pulled his finger out and circled it over your clit ― using your own juices to lubricate the movement. You hummed, eyes fluttering as he circled the bud several times. When your thighs began to tense, he pushed his finger back inside.

He continued the teasing until you were whining beneath him. Suddenly he pressed his thumb against the bud, circling and pressing against it relentlessly.

"I'm gonna cum!" you warned, your eyes squeezing shut.

"Go ahead, pretty baby," he urged, not pausing in his torture of your clit.

You came quickly, arching and trembling on the bed. Your cunt was empty, gushing and clenching around nothing. His touches on your clit slowed until they stopped all together.

You figured he'd give you a moment to recover but, he was suddenly sliding two fingers inside you. You were so wet from your orgasm, your cum slicking down his fingers and onto the bed. You sobbed, grinding your hips into his touch. He didn't try touching your clit or your spot, showing that much mercy. Instead, he leaned down to envelop a perked nipple in his mouth while he scissored his fingers, stretching you a bit more.

You hummed, cupping the back of his head to keep him in place. He didn't seem to mind, beginning to fuck his two fingers into you faster.

"A-Another, please," you requested, whimpered when he immediately did so.

There was a slight, tiny burn that immediately gave way to pleasure. His palm pressed against your clit ― still so sensitive that it made you tremble. As he fucked you with his fingers, he switched to give your other breast attention.

Your hips jerked with his every movement, following the pace he'd set. Every time he brushed your g-spot and you whined, he would laugh.

He took so much enjoyment in your pleasure it was almost baffling. You were always sure that men would be selfish and unsatisfying in bed but Taehyung was nothing but attentive.

Perhaps he was right; he was better than any human man.

"Cum again for me," he purred, swiping his tongue along your chest before meeting your neck.

The feeling of his fingers and teeth on your neck had you inching closer to the edge of the abyss.

"T-Tae, please," you whined, grinding your hips down, "T-Touch me, please."

He hummed, moving his thumb to press against your clit. The simple touch set you off and you were coming once again beneath him. Your body was on fire, sweat sticking to you and making you pant. It crested beautifully and faded out into trembles and whines.

He didn't remove his fingers, instead beginning to nudge a fourth into you ― his pinky finger. His eyes met yours, keeping his eyes on your face as he stretched you further than he had before. The width of his hand was bordering on painful but you found it highly enjoyable. His thumb continued to circle your clit even as you sobbed in overstimulation. Your spasming walls eagerly accepted the new stretch and you found yourself relaxing into it.

He was quickly going to send you to another orgasm but before you could fall off the edge again, he removed his thumb. You whined, grinding your hips to chase the feeling. His eyes drifted down to where his fingers were buried into you, smoothing two of his fingers from his free hand over your folds.

"Stretched so wide," he muttered, scooping up some of your cum on the digits and popping them in his mouth. Your walls squeezed his fingers in response to his display.

He suddenly pulled his fingers out and you cried out at being empty so fast. Your walls weren't able to close properly and you closed your thighs at the feeling.

Instead of stopping you, Taehyung stepped off the bed. Your mouth went dry when he unbuttoned his jeans and began to shuffle them down his thighs.

You realized he wasn't wearing underwear when his cock popped free ― flushed incredibly red at the head and leaking precum down the shaft. He visibly shuddered when his cock was free from its confines and he quickly wrapped his hand around himself ― giving himself a few good squeezes.

He was just as big as you thought. His fingers didn't meet when wrapped around the girth. He was wider than his four fingers and so long that you found yourself whimpering at the thought of him drilling into you that deep.

"You still think you can take me, little one?" he asked, crawling on the bed to kneel in front of you still clenched thighs.

"Y-Yeah...want it," you let your legs fall open, showing him your flushed and swollen cunt.

Her cursed, tapping the fat head of his cock against your cunt. You whimpered when you saw just how big it was compared to your own pussy. He was surely going to rip you in half but damn if you wouldn't enjoy every second.

His precum mixed with your cum as he slid his shaft between your folds, getting the underside of him nice and wet. You whimpered, feeling him grinding against your clit bringing you close to the orgasm you'd been denied.

Before you could fall into it, he positioned his tip at your entrance. Prodding ever so slightly, he sighed at the feeling of your heat against him. You spread your legs wider for him as he began to press inside.

You cried out, clutching the sheets beneath you as he stretched you wide open. The head of him was so thick, bordering on painful. You reached out to stop him from going any further, gritting your teeth at the feeling.

"You're okay," he whispered, shifting back so he pulled out of you.

You breathed heavily, relaxing once more as he circled your clit with his thumb. As your eyes fluttered, he began to press back inside. You whined as he pushed past what he had been, thumb not letting up on your clit. You walls spasmed around him, making him groan as you began to tremble.

The head of him popped inside and you cried out as you were sent over the edge. Taehyung's body fell over yours, catching himself on his hands beside your head. You sobbed, tears filling your eyes at the pleasure of being stretched as you were.

Taehyung's mouth fell open as he felt you cum around the head of his cock. When you calmed down to just little sniffles and whimpers, he leaned down to press his lips against your neck.

"You okay, baby?" he whispered. You nodded, reaching up to cup his cheeks and pull him into a soft kiss.

He took that as his cue to sink further into you. The flare on the head of his cock was the thickest part of him and it felt much easier for the rest of him to slide in. He nudged your cervix and when you flinched at the pain, he pulled back slightly.

"Look at that," he chuckled looking between your bodies. Following his gaze, your eyes widened, "You can't even fit all of me inside you, little one."

He was right, you'd only managed to fit half his cock inside you. Your walls clenched around him at that.

"Feels so good, Tae," you whispered, feeling his cock twitch against your walls.

He grinned, moving his hips gently, sinking in as far as he comfortably could before pulling back out. Although he wasn't able to fit in you completely, he still found himself groaning against you

"Such a tight little cunt," he growled, nipping at your jaw, "Took me so well, like a good girl."

You began to grind your hips up as he sunk into you and he growled. Sitting back on his heels, he soothed his hand over your body to soothe you.

You cursed loudly when he snapped his hips much harder into you ― testing how much you could take. When you gushed and spasmed around him, he took that as a sign to keep going. You moaned so beautifully for him, body reacting like a dream to his every touch and movement.

Cunt stretched wide and stuffed full of cock, you couldn't even think of anything else. You felt drunk, dizzy and lightheaded. Taehyung cooed when you slurred out his name, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip to collect some drool there.

"You're so cute," he grinned, breaking out into a moan when you clenched him tight, "All you can think about is my cock, huh?"

"'S so good..." you whispered, the words coming out almost breathlessly.

"I know, baby," he replied, licking his lips as he moved to his cock pounding you open wider than you should have been able to take, "You're gushing and squeezing me so nice. Are you gonna cum? Can you cum for me?"

You swallowed and nodded, whining when he hit your cervix. It hurt but it blended in with the pleasure. Mindlessly, you reached down to find your clit ― intent on sending yourself over the edge.

"No, no baby," he cooed, brushing your fingers away, "You'll cum without touching your pretty clit, yeah?"

"C-Can't," you sobbed, tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes.

"I think you can," he muttered, smoothing his hand over your lower stomach. "Fuck, look at that, babygirl."

You lazily followed his gaze to where his hand laid. Your cunt clenched at the sight of your stomach bulging every time he sunk in ― his cock literally molding you around it. You gasped, your high bubbling in your stomach.

"Wanna cum!" you cried, attempting to reach down and circle your clit again only to be stopped once more.

"I said no, little one," he snapped, pinning your hands above your head as he loomed above you, "You can do it. Cum for me."

Your body went still, focusing on the feeling of his cock filling you and stretching you. His cock was so big that he didn't even have to try to reach any good spots within you.

Astoundingly, you shrieked as your orgasm finally washed over you. Taehyung cursed in your ear, fucking you ruthlessly through the high. Distantly, you felt wetness splatter between your thighs and coat both of you. You chanted his name as you squirmed and writhed at the overwhelming pleasure.

"Shit, I'm― " Taehyung's warning was cut off by a groan.

His weight fell on you fully and he hid his face in your neck as he came. You hugged him against you, still trembling as he pumped his hot cum into you. There was so much, his cock keeping his cum plugged inside you. You gasped and twitched as you felt your stomach bloat over so slightly. You walls clenched around him, the idea of him filling you so much sending you into another quiet orgasm.

It was less spectacular than the others, but still left you gasping of air. Taehyung groaned in your ear as he felt you cum around his sensitive cock once again ― forcing a couple more spurts out of him to add.

It seemed like forever until his body finally relaxed. He continued to hold you, pressing kisses against any place he possibly could.

"That was...nice..." you muttered, making him laugh as he rolled off of you.

Your mouth fell open as he pulled his cock out ― it ached, there was no denying it. There was a gush of his cum, so much of it that it formed of pool beneath you. Your cheeks felt hot as Taehyung watched his cum pour out of your abused hole.

"Who knew my little human girl could take so much?" he teased, enjoyed the way you squirmed in embarrassment, "Want to take a shower?"

"Only if you will with me," you offered with a tired voice, watching his face morph into an expression of confusion.

"Is that some type of human thing?" he asked, sitting up and stretching his muscles.

"Apparently so," you whispered.

"Hey..." he paused from getting off of the bed. "You...you'll be here a while, right?"

"What do you mean?" you asked, clenching your thighs shut as you felt your core begin to burn and ache as you came back to yourself.

"Like...you won't have to go back to Earth any time, right?" his voice sounded small, almost fragile.

"I'll stay as long as I want to," you reassured, leaning over to kiss him but freezing before you could.

"What is it?" he asked, frowning.

"I'm just really fucking sore," you mumbled, flushing when he burst out laughing.

"Ah, my cute little human," he cooed, kissing your nose.

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9 Taylor Swift Moments That Didn’t Fit in Our Cover Story

By: Brian Hiatt for The Rolling Stone Magazine Date: September 30th 2019

Taylor Swift had a lot to say in our recent cover story (on newsstands now), tracing her eventful path to Lover, her political views and many other topics in a lengthy, revealing interview. There was even more to the caffeine-fueled conversation, which Swift made it through on four hours of sleep after staying up greeting fans at her parents’ Nashville house. Here are some highlights:

On releasing “The Archer” after “Me” and “You Need to Calm Down”: That’s sort of the world in which a lot of the album lives. It’s weird, because in pop, I love hooks and bop and catchy melodies so much. And I also love writing the songs you need to ugly cry to. So I really enjoy “You Need to Calm Down” and the brattiness of “damn, it’s 7 a.m.,” and then the next song being like, this is how I feel about myself in my lowest moments… It was unexpected when people liked “The Archer” seemingly sort of unanimously, I was like, What? This doesn’t happen to me. This almost feels like foreign and strange.

On Lover‘s place in her catalog: Reputation was so far from what I usually do. And Lover feels like a return to the fundamental songwriting pillars that I usually build my house on. It’s really honest; it’s not me playing a character. It’s really just how I feel, undistilled. And there are a lot of very personal admissions in it. And also, I love a metaphor. I love building on the metaphor for a very long time. You know, the whole of Reputation was just a metaphor, but this is a very personal record. So that’s been really fun.

Writing the title track of Lover: I was sitting up at the piano up in my loft, and I had the chorus. It just kind of happened immediately. It was one of those ones that I wrote very very, very quickly. And I was working out the cadence of the first verse and it just sort of fell together. But then I took some time to write the bridge because I wanted to really level up with that bridge. That one would for me be less of a ranting bridge and more of a story-time fable type bridge. Sometimes I like to imagine a bridge as like a sort of fairy-tale lullaby fable expanding upon a song that has been not as detailed until that point. “Can I go where you go/ Can we always be this close forever and ever” is less detail then when you go to the bridge and you realize like, oh, it just got really personal in the bridge. It expands on it all.

Writing “Paper Rings” We just were messing around, just wanting to make something really, really fun. And I had all these lyrics about all these funny memories of how something can start off in a really quirky way and surprise you. Like how it says, “I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this.” So I wanted to show the quirkiness of a relationship and how it’s like, wow, this really fell together in really interesting, funny, playful, cute pieces. And now it’s something we’re both really stoked happened exactly the way it did.

On her creative burst circa 2016: I was writing constantly. And a lot of the things I was writing ended up being songs for Reputation. So after 1989, I didn’t write really anything. After I made 1989 and put it out, did all the promo stuff, went on tour... The Grammys happen, which is like this unbelievable blitz of excitement, followed by me going, “Oh my god, what am I going to make next?” I had no idea what to make next, because I was so proud. 1989 — I’m still so, so deeply proud of that record. But I was like, where do we go from here? I have no idea what comes after this. And so, when my life took a very dramatic shift, all of a sudden I knew what to make next — which is a strange dichotomy to feel like, ‘whoa, this is all really weird, twisted, dark and dramatic, but I can’t stop writing.’

I think I would have made Reputation whether or not I actually put out the album or ever made another album again. That album was a real process of catharsis, and I thought I experienced catharsis before, but I’d never had until that album, because it was creating this strange defense mechanism. And, I’d never really done that in that exact way before. The only way I’d done it in the past, was with “Blank Space,” which I wrote specifically about criticisms I had received for supposedly dating too many people in my twenties. I took that template of, OK, this is what you’re all saying about me. Let me just write from this character for a second.

On the Reputation Tour: That’s just such a fun album, Reputation. I’m so proud of how that whole process was because I’d never had an album that made more sense to people after they came to the concert. Literally people would be like, “I came to the show and now I completely love the record.” Now I get the record. Whereas before with 1989, I felt like it was such a great listen but it was harder to portray it live because when you when you see it live, you’re like, “Oh, I love that song and now she’s performing it live.” But it never had songs that came alive live.

With Reputation, I wanted to keep my head down, not say anything, but work harder than I ever worked. It was really motivational for me to just have the stadium tour to prepare for and prove myself almost. My career was in a weird spot, but still have that kind of ignite something in you to work harder, to practice longer, to think of bigger, better concepts for the live show. I was thinking, if anything can pull me out of this weird disillusionment I have with the way that things have gone in my career that I was feeling back then, I knew it would be playing live. If I could be proud of the live show and if I could feel that connection with fans, that would remind me of why I love this.

On the challenges of choreography: It’s really hard for me to memorize choreography. Dancers keep count, but I can’t memorize choreography that way. So I have to assign movement to an exact lyric. Everything in my brain has to be assigned to a lyric. Because I have to learn choreography in a way that reverts back to songwriting. My vibe is I have to rehearse so, so many times for so long that I can do the choreography without thinking about it. Because when I’m thinking about choreography, my face says it. You can see it in my eyes. There’s a fear and, like, a deadness to my eyes if I’m trying to remember choreography.

On being less caught up in chart battles: I’m just a little more chill about stuff like that now. Obviously, you want to do well, and you want to do things that people like and you want people not to make fun of you for that. A lot of the pressure that I feel in my career is just the fact that I’m compared to everything I’ve ever accomplished in the past and also new artists. I can’t live in that pressure cooker. Charts — I truly, truly do not understand how they work anymore. My friend Ed [Sheeran] is such a chart monger. He’s obsessed with how it works and the math of it. I have no idea what goes on with the math with it now, it used to be so easy. I don’t even get how, people get a big release week, because they sold T-shirts, or they sold concert tickets with their albums. It’s just very confusing. But I was stoked about the “ME!” music video getting that many YouTube views. I was like, well, that’s like, that’s something to write home about.

On the longevity of songs: I think it often takes a lot of time for people to understand how they feel about music. And I know that now because there’s a song on Red called “All Too Well” that I’m really, really proud of, and it took people about three years to note that that was one of the best songs. I didn’t see that starting to pop up when people would talk about my music until about two or three years after the album had its moment. So one thing that’s actually really comforting about music — and I know that people consume at a crazy speed now — but I think that things settle for people after a long period of time. My music kind of assigns itself to maybe a moment in somebody’s life; that’s the way that my fans usually describe it. So when you’re dealing in memory curation in a way, if they have memories that include one of my songs, they go and they live their lives and those memories become further in the past and more nostalgic to them, and the music becomes more important to them.

#this is cool #Rolling Stone magazine #is really feeding us well =)#taylor swift #interview #lover era #Brian Hiatt

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cutiepasta-thewriter · 5 years ago

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My Idea for the Galar region anime

(Me and a friend came up with this last night and it doesn't apply to the show’s canon at all.)

Ash gets a letter from his older brother with nothing but a few photos and a plane ticket. One of the photos is of the Galar map, the other is of a house, and the last is of red, green/blue and leaf.

Ash immediately knew what Red is trying to say:

"Come to visit Galar. I have a place to stay and you can see me and my friends."

For once Ash is conflicted about going to a new region. Sure, the chance to meet new people and new Pokemon is great but this was his brother.

His brother was one of the youngest regional champions in Kanto history. He left home shortly before Ash was born and only visited for holidays so Ash barely knew him. They never really had a conversation really but mostly because Red was a selective mute. When they did communicate which was rare it's was all pictures and symbols and a lot of guessing.

It was frustrating. This was one of the reasons he never talked to red during his journey. That and he didn't like bringing up his brother. Red was a natural trainer, never made mistakes, never failed, never settled for less than a clean win. He gave up his title of regional champion to travel the world and never looked back. It's hard not to compare yourself to someone like that even if you aren't related to them. Not to mention Red is just intimidating.

Delia was quick to encourage Ash to visit Galar. She wanted her sons to interact more since they never grew up in the same house but she knew with time they'd be inseparable.

She was quick to remind Ash that Red cared about him a lot, after all those hats where all gifts from his brother and all those postcards he sent was to help encourage Ash to see the world.

Slightly unsure Ash does take a plane to Galar to meet Red at the airport. Almost immediately he's intimated by his much larger and more muscular big brother. But suddenly Red pulled something out of his bag. It was a red and white baseball hat with a few personalized pens attached to it and he gave it to Ash.

Red wore one just it but with a few different colored pens. Ash smiled as he put on his new hat and walked with his brother to the place he was renting on the edge of Wedgehurst.

Ash is immediately greeted by Red's Pikachu who was helping green and leaf set up Ash's room. Unlike Ash's, Pikachu was very meticulous and he wanted the room perfect for Ash. The bedspread had to have 3 more pillows, the bookshelf had to have just enough books but not too many, and the bed for Ash's Pikachu most be up to his standards.

When the brothers arrived Green and leaf we're quick to marvel about how much Ash had grown and how small he looked compared to his pictures. They talk about what he was like when he was still a baby when they first met him.

They all eat dinner together with their Pokemon and tell Ash they were taking him to the research center tomorrow to get his first Galar starter.

Ash is uncomfortable that for once he was being talked over not too. Right after he was sent to bed, something else he wasn't used to. In the past, he had set his own hours and while he usually did sleep around this time being told to was different.

The next day Red's Pikachu who was named Raijin or Rai (Thunder in Japanese) for short woke him up with a slap on the nose. After eating the breakfast Leaf cooked and changing clothes Ash met with Red at the door bit Red just pointed him back upstairs.

After a few moments of confusion, Green responded.

What he's trying to say is; "change your shoes it's to wet outside to walk around in sneakers and put on a raincoat."

Ash did as told but even more, he felt like he was just being ordered around. So what if it's wet, usually if it rains he'd be fine.

As the group walked around town they stopped to talk to locals ask about goods spots for rare Pokemon Ash spotted something running around the corner and immediately tried to run after it only to Red grab him by the collar and scolded for running off of his own.

Time and time again he would be instructed what not to do or treated like a toddler. It was: "Ash please don't run into the fog." or "Ash, why don't you go play with your Scorbunny but don't run to far from the house."

Green was the worst because he was bossy and never let Ash out of his sight and Red always agreed with him. Leaf was more hands-off but she didn't care one way or the other.

"Stop treating me like a kid!" He yelled finally. It was right after they went left a battle tournament and told Ash he couldn't enter.

Red gave him a stern look before pulling Ash away from the crowd of people exiting the match. He sighed and gave Ash an irritated look, he wasn't used to finding the right words but he tried his best to get it across.

"Ash, you are a child." He said simply with that same expressionless face.

"I can take care of myself! I know what I'm doing! I've done it before, I didn't need you before and I don't need you now!" He yelled before running off to sulk.

This is why he didn't want to see Red. He traveled across many regions, fought his own battles and learned his skills the hard way. He didn't have his brother hanging over his shoulder telling him what to do or teaching him anything. Just when he became the Alolan champion suddenly he was important enough to see, but not when he sent Red a letter a few months before he left home to travel across Kanto. Where was he then, where was the brother who seems to care so much?

Ash hid in a nearby park in the base of a tree. His eyes stung and the more Pikachu and Scorbunny tried to cheer him up the worse he got.

He was found by a boy his age who was training with his Grookey. It turned out they had something in common, their brothers were both league champions. Hop wanted to get strong enough to challenge his brother one day and take his place as champion. He wondered if should challenge his brother. Would Red finally take him seriously

That night after Red found him sulking and dragged him home, Ash hatched a plan.

He packed a few outfits and other necessities. The next morning he was gone without even a note. In the most childish sense of the word, he ran away from home.

In the following weeks' Ash, Hop, and Marnie made their way across Galar. Each of them trained hard to make it to the championship all the while going on adventures. Overtime Ash felt a bit of jealousy towards his companions, at every competition their families were there. Their brothers were so supportive and called every day without fail. Ash barely glanced at the crowds because if Red was there and he lost...he didn't want to face that.

It wasn’t like his friends knew that he was a runaway, he pretended that this was what Red wanted and he lied whenever they asked where his family is.

Deep down Ash hoped that Red did go to one of his battles and that when he won, he’d be proud. He wanted his brother to see him as an equal and for once understand him. He wanted to have a real conversation.

In the end, Ash didn’t make it to the final battle against Leon. The honor was reserved for Hop, who earned the right face his brother. Still, this didn’t lift the weight in his chest. Yes, he had been here before but not when he had so much on the line. He knew he should be out there cheering his friend on instead of hiding out in the locker room but he was going through something right now. Ash was doing everything he could keep it together when he heard the door open. He turned to see Red who was as stoned face as ever. Ash could feel the lecture coming and the disappointed glare that would be aimed at him. Only it never came.

Red closed the distance between them slowly as though Ash would runaway at any sudden movements. He pulled Ash into a hug, it was so nice, so soft and so gentle. Ash didn’t realize how much he missed this, he missed this feeling. But why? Why was he here hugging him when he messed up? Ash had run away, disobeyed him and in the end, lost the league. Unaware Ash had begun crying.

“It’s okay. You did your best and you did so well.” Red said softly, running a hand through the 10-year-old’s hair.

“But...I lost. You were right, I couldn’t do it.” He sobbed into Red’s shirt.

“No, don't say that. I never thought for a moment you couldn't win, and I don’t care if you lose a battle. I’m proud of you. No matter what. Look I'm not good with words or conversations but I'm trying to get better. I realized I messed up when you left. I need to explain. I didn’t want you here because I don’t want you to be like me. I took battling so serious back then, I cut myself off from the world to focus on training. I forgot how to talk to people after years of isolation. When I returned I had missed so much especially your birth and had hurt mom so much. I want you to live your life Ash, for you to be a kid for once and explore life outside of battles. But I understand now, you aren't me and battling is how you explore.” It was the longest Ash had ever heard Red talk for and every word was sincere.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left. I should have listened.” Ash buried his head in Red’s arms “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. But I was also worried. Next time, please rely on me more. It’s a dangerous world and I need to protect you whether it’s a wild pokemon or cold weather.”

After Ash wiped his tears and calmed down they went to their seats back in the stadium were Blue and Leaf were waiting. it was then Ash noticed the red jerseys they were wearing with his number printed on them. Whether he knew it or not they were always cheering for him.

#long as fuck #galar #8th gen #originalshipping #pokemon red #pokemon blue #blue oak #red oak #leaf green #ash ketchum #red ketchum #palletshipping #you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands #namelessshipping

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romioneficfest · 4 years ago

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Title: Rings Prompt: Bonus Day - Kisses Name: Rated: T Brief Summary: A row about payments turns bad real quick for Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Will they overcome it? Content Warning: harsh language, domestic rowing, lots of angst.

Set out in front of his seat at the dining room table are two past due payment notices. For whatever reason, their council tax wasn’t paid and they had a past-due notice from the Utility company. ‘Bloody Hell! How did I miss paying these? I swear I paid them the last time I was in Gringott’s,’ says the very annoyed redhead, as he proceeds to slam them down in front of him while running a hand through his shaggy hair. 'And I know I mailed off the utility bill the day after you left. I don’t know why that past due notice was sent.’

‘We shouldn’t have to pay these interest fees if you would’ve paid them on time when I told you to,’ said the bushy-haired witch.

‘Oi, it’s not my fault. I did pay them. I’m not the only one that has to pay the bills around-’ his words were cut short by the deadly glare his fiancee is giving him.

‘I pay bills too, Ron, and might I just add that it was your turn to pay since I was away on a business trip, not some fancy holiday. I told you before you made the payment to make sure you're listed as a representative for the account.'

'I did check ahead of time, why don’t you trust me, it's like you think I can't take care of it on my own’, he retorts.

‘Don’t make this about trust, you know I trust you. Maybe you forgot to send the payment because you had other plans. 'Tell me what you were doing while I was gone?’ She puts her finger to her mouth and bites her pink lip, pretending to think for a moment. ‘Oh yes, you decided to go with Seamus to a Quidditch match and drink the weekend away! Then you got so bloody pissed that you went on a spending splurge and bought almost every piece of ridiculous Quidditch gear, memorabilia, and posters you can think of,’ Hermione fired back with so much bite that Ron thought she was going to hex him any minute.

He rolls his eyes then looks at the table linen, just now noticing that it’s so torn and stained that you can barely call it a tablecloth. Shaking his head, he lets out a moan, ‘Come off it, why can’t you let it go? You already told me off for going in the first place. It was the Cannons vs Puddlemere, championship game, and guess what? After they got rid of that rubbish manager as I said, you know who won? The bloody Cannons won. I’ve waited my entire life to see that happen. I thought I’d never see it. And I don’t regret going with Seamus… well, maybe a little since we got pissed and he got sick on me but other than that I had an amazing fucking time and yes, I bought some things so what? I work two bloody jobs to afford a few fun things.' The Auror leans back on the uneven chair and glares back at the woman in front of him, basically challenging her to come up with something else to say. ‘Going to the championship match with him was a once in a lifetime opportunity.’

'Oh Merlin, I can’t even take a break here,' he tells himself. It’s not like she has actually been wanting to be near him for the past few months, well technically it’s been a few weeks but it feels like it’s a lot longer. She would find some sort of excuse to occupy her time, at first. ‘I didn’t think much of it, telling myself she’s been working longer hours.’ However, it didn’t stop there. She would bring so much work home with her that our flat felt more like an office rather than a home. He surveys the room, seeing all of the bright orange memorabilia clashing with the piles of books and parchment all over the place. He grumbles under his breath. The only thing left to get is one of those muggle paper dispensers that give you a number since it’s obvious that he has to arrange some sort of appointment for his petite curly-haired witch to even look his way, he tells himself bitterly.

‘If you had such an amazing time with Seamus, then why don’t you tell him that you’ll be having a blast bunking in his hotel room he’s renting, oh and also tell him next time you decide to go to a Quidditch Match with him that you might as well buy the whole stadium since you are not capable of being a man that remembers his responsibilities or common knowledge to be an adult!’ she explodes, not realizing she crossed a thin line.

As she gets up from the chair, she knocks it back into the wall with force and crosses her arms against her chest. She turns back to him while shaking her head and tries to discreetly wipe the moisture from her eyes, with a frown and despising the fact that every single time they’ve had a blazing row it always ends the same. No matter how many years she has known the piercing blue-eyed occasionally insufferable git, the outcome of a row is practically the same, with her crying like she was 11 and overheard a boy call her insufferable. She always believed that their rows hurt her worse than any curse thrown her way; even her torture at the hands of the most sadistic woman in the wizarding world hurt her heart less. Why couldn’t he follow-through without her supervision?

Only the ticking of the grandfather clock was the only noise in the entire flat. Seconds turned into minutes, he can’t believe she said that to him. Why can’t she see how her words stabbed him straight through his heart. It's like she transformed from his beautiful fiance to the taunting ghost-like figure he destroyed years ago.

He realized right then that nothing is the same, not like it used to be. He reached up to rub his eyes and found his face wet with tears. She knew about his insecurities but for her to tell him he’s not man enough made him think back to the one nightmare memory. He was a failure. What he never could overcome is finally getting the better of him. He’s frozen to the chair, just staring at her back in utter silence. Noticing every minuscule detail of her, every single curve on her tiny body that he is immensely crazy for. To every chaotic chocolate curl on her head, the way her shoulders are hunched and shaking, making her look even smaller than she actually is. He sits there, soaking in every single detail, trying to memorize everything, fearing that if he blinks, the woman of his dreams would vanish.

Slowly getting up with tears streaming down his now bloodshot eyes making it hard to distinguish whether his eyes are blue or red. Wringing his hands together, he takes a deep breath and tries to not let out a choked sigh.

Why did the locket have to be right? All those nights when he wore it because he knew that the rhythm of the heartbeat emitting from that locket just there taunting him, night after night. It wasn’t there to protect her from that evil. It wasn’t to have her avoid wearing it for one moment because he felt she shouldn’t be mentally tortured by that bloody object. No. The reason he wore that damn thing more was that he knew, deep in the pit of his heart, he wasn’t man enough to be in her life, not good enough to even have a place to call home.

His voice failing repeatedly, Ron finally finds his voice. ‘I n-never t-thought…,’ damn it, why when I decide to talk I’m failing to even say words correctly, he thinks to himself. Trying again and he wipes his eyes hard with his hands and takes a deep breath. ‘I never thought… you felt that way. I’m so… sorry to disappoint you,’ he tells her, trying his hardest to not break down. ‘I know I made the payment, but maybe I messed up when I sent it. I won’t tell Seamus anything but I’ll leave if that’s what you want. Everything is pointless if you’re not in my life and if you don’t think I’m man enough for you then… well, I’ll get a few of my things.’ He looked up, piercing her with a bereft expression. ‘Keep the ring I bought for you because from what I know… you need a man to stand up to you and for you and love you and I’m not the one for you since I don’t… know how to act like a… man… or an adult.' His voice leaves him practically wheezing out each word like it inflicted physical pain to him. He grabs onto the table almost as if it’s the only thing that is helping him stand up as he weeps. He didn’t notice the woman he loves had stopped shaking and had turned around and is now staring at him with so much anguish.

It finally dawns on her that when she said he wasn’t man enough she never meant it. Once again, her anger got the best of her. She needed him and he was spending so much time with Seamus and didn’t have time for her. Since Seamus said he knew someone who could get them tickets to the championship tournament and back to catch up with her fiance, she’s barely had any alone time with him. She’s had no time, let alone any time in general with him because of all the work the ministry is pushing on her.

She is shocked to the core of the way she sees his knuckles, white as snow as he grips the table for dear life. Tears are pouring down her eyes as she gives up holding them back, she wants to, no, she needs to show him she loves him and that she won’t give him back the ring he gave her when they went on a trip with her parents to Australia when he proposed to her. She has to make him understand that he means the world to her. Why is it so complicated when it could be simple? He is a man, she is fully aware of that aspect, but why did I say the opposite? Oh Merlin, why did I have to make him doubt himself. Finding her voice, she tells him in broken sobs, ‘I never meant to say those things to you, I love you so bloody much..' - whatever she was going to say next was cut short from the look he gave her.

It was the same look he gave her before he left the hunt on that rainy night - cold and emotionless, nothing else showing in those beautiful deep blue eyes that she loves almost more than his freckles. She then sees his guard go down and thinks that she might have broken down the barrier that was put up when she first began rowing with him.

‘It’s not that simple, you… you can’t act like things are fine if you apologize. As the muggles say, ‘actions speak louder than words,’ he replies back and takes a moment to breathe then says, ‘I’m tired of this, Hermione, so tired. I don’t think I can do this anymore. Every time we row, you expect me to apologize, to say sorry when I’m not at fault. Why can’t you ever say, ‘I made a mistake,’ or ‘Let’s see what happened and sort it out,’ not yanking my bollocks for a mistake? If I want that, I’ll go back to work and hear it from them.’ He heaves a desperate sigh. ‘It’s not like I’ve not been a bastard too, saying shite when I’m upset, but you went too far this time. I won’t be your house-elf, kicking me when things go wrong.’ He sighs again, ‘I think it’s best if we go our separate- ‘

‘No!’ she interrupts.

She lets go of her hand, the one fidgeting with her engagement ring that he spent quite a few galleons on for her and walks to stand under his chin, looking up at him. She had one chance to save everything they’d worked for, one risk to take to admit how much she cocked up and how she was going to fix things between them.

She had to admit how painfully wrong she was.

He was worth it, wasn’t he? All of the times he backed down, swallowing his pride so she could feel right, all of the times he put aside his needs for her just so she could belittle him over a late council tax payment? She was going to blow apart everything over 5 galleons? Were 5 galleons all their relationship was worth?

How many times did he stay in with her, saving money to afford this flat, affording the occasional nice thing she asked for? How many months did he pull extra shifts with George to afford the ring on her finger, forgoing almost every bit of fun to afford their flat, a few holidays together? He did so much for their relationship because of the future they wanted together.

Why did she get so angry over something so petty, so trivial? What was it that made her explode over something so pointless and say terrible things to her fiance?

If they were to marry, she absolutely needed to work on herself, her temper, her sharp edges that hurt others. She had to quit lashing out at him, the one who supported her ambition completely.

He has done so much for us so why can’t I admit I’m wrong and do my part?

She lets go of her hand and closes the distance that was made between them and grabs his face and brings her plump lips up to his soft ones and kisses him so hard that she thinks that her lips will bruise. If it does it wouldn’t matter. She can’t let him go even if he isn’t kissing back at first. He is still as a rock but when she lightly bites his lips he seems to come alive and kisses her with so much intensity he forgets all about the wizarding world they live in and only focused on how much he missed this. He almost forgot how amazing of a kisser she is, it's been too bloody long. Every time their lips meet it sends him teetering on the brink of insanity, he can’t get enough.

Wait, no, this won’t be fixed with snogging like any other row, he thinks. 'Hermione,' he gently pulls her face back from his, seeing the tear tracks on her face. 'Kissing me won’t make the problem go away, not this time.'

She stops, taking a very deep breath. 'Ron, I know we need to talk. I needed you to know that what I said was wrong and I made a terrible mistake. I said something that wasn’t true and said it out of anger and frustration when I shouldn’t have done so. You are the best thing in my life and I would be a right foul git to throw it away over 5 galleons. And you have every right to be hurt. I said things that I shouldn’t, especially when it wasn’t honest.’

Ron sits back down in the chair, almost eye height to her standing. She instead kneels down, looking up at him. 'I’ll do whatever it takes, including making an appointment tomorrow with a Healer. I never want to lose you. I did once and it was the worst time in my life. I don’t want a repeat of it again, especially when it’s my fault. I’m sorry.’ She drops her head down, not looking him in the eyes. ‘I need to learn to not hurt you when I’m frustrated. Taking my frustration out on you is wrong.’

He reaches out to her, lifting her chin. 'OK. I’m willing to do everything as well.’

An owl taps on the window, breaking the moment. ‘I’ll get it,’ Hermione gets up and goes to the window, collecting a bit of mail from the owl. Hermione tears it open, reading quickly. A sardonic laugh breaks the silence.. ‘It’s from the Utility company. It seems that it got lost in their mailroom for a fortnight. The post stamp on the envelope was the day I left.’ Hermione turned and her face was tomato red. ‘I was wrong to doubt you.’

#Romione FicFest 2020 #Fic Post #Romione #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #Submission #Queue Up for the Dragon #Rated T #Ace Safe #Mod note: Editor for fic #Edited upon request by MA

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chiefavenuewerewolf · 4 years ago

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5 Star Cinema Garden Grove

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Steven Crow

Garden Grove features a number of movie theaters, but Starlight Cinemas always offers convenient show times and a great movie selection. Bring the whole family to this theater, where kiddos are welcomed with open arms.Patrons can park in a lot near Starlight Cinemas or take advantage of the generous street parking. Whatever you're in the mood for, Starlight Cinemas has.

Enjoy the latest movies at your local Regal Cinemas. Regal Garden Grove features stadium seating, digital projection, mobile tickets and more! Favorite place to go to the movies. Using the card is the best program. It really helps senior citizens. Everyone is always.

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Please read this oneI don’t usually write reviews but the experience me and my wife had is unbelievable My wife was in a car wreck on 1-24-15 and hurt her back but still wanted to see a movie for Valentine’s day 2-14-15 so I got the tickets and went I asked the lady at the door if my wife could Just sit on bench until movie time and she got a bad attitude problem with me so I asked to see The manager she came out and I told her about the problem she seemed like she didnt care at all. But she finally let my wife sit then all we heard was laughing and giggling from them made my wife feel very bad and very uncomfortable we left and won’t be back ever.By the way me and my daughter usually go to the movies there at least once a week sometimes twice a week and have been going there for almost four years now and the guy’s that work there on the weekdays are great very kind and never any Problems at all.

Brian Bergström

Was happy with the pricing of the movies here. First run movies at discounted prices. The theaters are small, but comfortable. I first saw a movie here in 1987 and it hasnt changed much, except the technology.What disappointed me were the lights that never turn off and when the movie starts nobody closes the doors (I went to the back and closed the doors myself, nothing I could do about the lights). How can one really enjoy a movie theater experience with lights in the ceiling shining down in your eyes.I came here for 3D, because ONLY the Dolby Digital 3D works for me, the crappy RealD 3D doesnt work nearly as well. Then as it turned out the movie I wanted to see was not being shown in 3D at all.I would go back again, but probably sit more towards the front away from the spotlights and open doors.

Pat Butterfield

5 Star Cinema Garden Grove Ca

This place and staff has always given me a pleasurable experience and have gone on various days and times for the last 5yrs Even going during regular hours/days but frequent the senior/family days & hours. Been there during peak hrs & always someone at doors ready to go in and clean soon as a movie is over. Cant go to the Regals or Edwards and the like for top movies popcorn and drinks for the same price or less than what others charge just to get in the doors! Too bad Steve Crow had a bad experience, I have never seen or heard of such a thing all the times Ive gone. Im even greeted & asked where my friend is when I go alone. And acknowledged when Ive not been seen for awhile! Local theaters always best over commercial places anytime!

A Private User

I see a lot of people complaining about the employees and the seats and screens. Download blackberry handheld software for 8520. I have never had a problem with any of the employees. They arent really friendly, but have never been rude to me or any of my kids. Sure it s small, but for the value, worth it for me. We could never afford to see a movie otherwise. If you get their saver card, you get a free ticket for every four you buy, even on family night. Plus you get free popcorn and free refills on popcorn and soda. Tip..go early in family nights, you will be in line for a bit, and it will fill up.

Wesley To

Dont be fooled by the price and Starlight brand. This place has almost nothing else in common with other Starlights. No reserved seating. No seats in the center (aisle runs down the middle). Small, dim screen. But the other Starlights (Triangle Square in Costa Mesa, Cinema City in Anaheim) have identical pricing and feature reserved seating, center seats, and larger screens, as well as having more total screens, more seats per screen, and nicer aesthetics. Go to those ones if possible. Those actually deserve the '4 Star' nomenclature.

A Private User

5 Star Theater Garden Grove

Hate it. We came to watch sherlock holmes and half way through my lady went to use the restrooms and got kicked out cause the management said she was trying to jump movies. she had the ticket stub and she wasnt trying to jump movie.. she waited out side in the cold. while i was waiting for her to return. finally i went out side to look for her and i was very shocked to find out what had happened.. Never again will we ever come here again. Go some where else management seemed racist..

Yaseng Yann

I go to this theater almost exclusively esp so that we could go bowling before or after a movie: $7 refillable (one time before the movie ends) popcorn, clean theater, good sound system, friendly staff. Prices are catching up to that of UA and Regency..$9/adult is more than at some other places; so we are pulling the reins a tad. Maybe it pays to be a frequent movie pass goer..then again, we should head out to the state parks and outdoors more. Head out and shape up, America!

A Private User

i think this is a fantastic bargain to go to the movies in these most difficult of times. the popcorn is great ..the seating is good and the value is fabulous. we try to make it every Tuesday. i found the employees to be professional and courtesy so i suppose everyone has there opinion and mine is that keep the price low and the audiences will come. thanks.

John Taylor

The movie industry is my passion. When I was a teen I loved going to the cinema. This place is comfy, small and a great place to take out your girlfriend. However last time my girlfriend and I went everything was just dirty. Spit bubble gums, popcorn and smelly restrooms. Not a romantic experience at all. I hope they take some actions!

Lexi Buelna

Is this as fancy as Bella Terra? No. But as far as a discount theater is concerned, this is a definite 5 star theater! Everyone has been nothing but polite and friendly. Only 4 movies at a time but, for the price, im willing to wait a while until they change the options! And any theater with $1 hot dogs is fine by me.

JAN VARELA

Awesome new movies. Get the frequent movie goer pass and get free movies and popcorn. CLEAN place and if you go to their site print a FREE popcorn and upgrade to large popcorn & Large drink with refills for $9.00Tuesday & Thursday $4.00 all day.everyday $5.00 until after either 4 or 5:00pm then its $6.00

BR Abs marvel connector types.

Brandon Kheang

Absolutely love this theater, $6 Tuesday, Thursdays, and Sundays every week are an excellent value. Though it may not be as large as the bigger theaters, the movie viewing experience is still very enjoyable, especially given the price. The employees are friendly and the popcorn is delicious

Garden Grove 5 Star Cinema

Karen Taylor

We just moved to the area and we found this theater 'WONDERFUL' and it has a family environment in our neighborhood.The prices are good all doing the week and the popcorn is good and very affordable for us. The staff helpful. We love it there.Thanks,Resident of Buena ParkKaren

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Considering that it is a 4 screen theater with regular old school seating, it is nice. The floors arent sticky, the seats arent broken, the restrooms are clean and most importantly..very nice staff. Great place to take my family especially since we are on a very tight budget.

5 Star Cinema Garden Grove

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jjdoggies-fanfics · 4 years ago

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Prompt #57

Prompt: We Met Each Other At A Concert And Really Hit It Off, You Gave Me Your Number But When I Tried To Call You The Next Day, It Wasn’t Your Number. I’m Crushed Because You Obviously Gave Me The Wrong Number On Purpose. But We Just So Happen To See Each Other At Another Concert Months Later And It Turns Out You Fucked Up When You Typed It Into My Phone And You Were Bummed Because You Thought I Blew You Off

Diego has never been the type of person to get hung up on someone. Especially someone that he’d only met one time. But, she was different. Vanya was different than every other girl he’d ever been with, in the best possible way.

Most girls that went to rock concerts, at least the ones he went to, hardly ever actually knew what bands were even playing. But Vanya. She knew more than he ever had about the bands, telling him various stories from tours and meanings about songs he hadn’t thought of before.

She’d also told him, about how she’d always wanted to start a band, but had never been able to find the right people.

As the concert, unfortunately, came to an end as Diego had never had such an enjoyable time talking to someone before, he started to work up the courage to ask Vanya for her number. But before he’d asked her, Vanya pulled a marker she’d had in her bag and stuck out her hand, telling him to write his number on her hand, mentioning that her phone had died a few hours ago.

When they parted ways, Vanya promising to call him the next day, once her phone was charged, Diego had been feeling pretty good about how things had gone between them. But, she never called.

Not the next day. Or the day after. Or a week later. Or a month. Two months. Three.

Diego had nearly forgotten about her entirely, finally starting to move on from her, despite nothing too serious ever happening between them. That is until, there was another concert. The Cliff Edge. Vanya’s favorite band.

He thought about canceling his ticket, not wanting to dredge up any more memories of her. Get caught up on her again. But, in the end, thankfully, he’d decided against it. Diego had ordered his ticket nearly a year in advance, he really liked them too, not his favorite, but up there, and he wanted to go.

So, he did.

And it was the best decision he’d ever made.

After about two hours of standing outside in the itchy grass, in the stupidly muggy heat, having been run into too many times and having several beers spilled onto him, barely listening to the two bands that he’d heard once or twice before opening for The Cliff Edge, someone about a half foot or so shorter than him, elbowed him, hard, into his stomach. If he hadn’t been pissed off already, he likely would’ve decked whoever had done it in their face.

Instead, when he looked at the culprit, expecting some pissy chick that was far too drunk to be in public, Diego was surprised to see a rather, and equally pissed, Vanya glaring at him. “Um, hi.” God he was lame, “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“You know, Diego,” Vanya hissed at him, her glare set firmly on her face, “if you didn’t want to give me your number, you could’ve just told me. You didn’t have to give me a fake number.” Wait, what?

In an instant, she turned on her heel and took one stomping step away from him before he grabbed her wrist. Thankfully, Vanya didn’t cause a scene or wrench her wrist out of his grasp, instead just let him lead her into a less crowded section of the field silently.

The second they were practically alone, or at least out of earshot of most of the people around them, Vanya hissed at him, “What do you want Diego?”

“What do you mean I gave you a fake number?” he asked, because he was pretty sure he wrote his number on her hand correctly.

Vanya pulled her phone out of her bag, the same one she had last time, clicked on the screen a few times before whipping the screen around to show him the contact she had pulled up.

Not Diego

(027)724-3156

And in an instant, Diego realized what had happened. “You typed it in wrong.”

“No I didn’t.” Vanya sneered back, rolling her eyes with a huff, “I checked it like, ten times. That’s what you wrote.”

“No,” Diego countered, “the six is supposed to be an eight.”

“Well you wrote six.”

“I know, I wrote an eight.”

“Well,” Vanya huffed, anger leaving, just leaving the residual confusion, “if you did write an eight and not a six, then how was there a six on my hand?”

Diego in turn huffed, frustration at their stupid situation growing, “Some of the ink must’ve rubbed off of your hand between the time I wrote it and you trying to call me.” He hadn’t about the marker rubbing off being a possible cause until the words fell out of his mouth, but once they did, it actually made a bit of sense. A lot of sense actually.

And Vanya seemed to be thinking the same thing, realizing that they’d both thought the other had blown them off. When, ironically, that was the opposite of what either of them wanted. She quickly typed something on her phone, presumably correcting the accidentally incorrect number, as a blush spread across her face.

In an attempt to save both of them from any additional, and unneeded, embarrassment, Diego, once again, took a hold of Vanya’s wrist and pulled her back into the mass of people, pushing their way towards the front of the crowd, making sure he didn’t lose hold of her. Didn’t lose her again.

There were a few somewhat awkward moments once they reached the near front, neither moving all the much, eyes focused on the band on stage, both hesitant to make the first move. Diego felt Vanya’s fingers brush against his own as they slid into his hand, and suddenly her hand holding his was the only thing he could focus on. They only spent roughly 5 minutes pretending to watch the band, holding hands like embarrassed school children for 3 of those minutes, before Vanya pulled him with her, leading him back out of the crowd.

This time, Vanya lead them out of the gate for the ‘outdoor stadium’ and into the parking lot. As Vanya lead them through the lot, Diego realized they were going to pass his car. So right when they were about to, Diego pulled Vanya back slightly, stopping her from continuing through the parking lot, instead lifted up her small frame and put her on the hood of his car.

“Diego, what are you-” Vanya started, a slightly surprised yet excited look on her face, before Diego pressed another kiss to her lips, which she quickly returned. One kiss lead to two, and in less than a minute they were practically making out on top of Diego’s car.

After a few minutes of making out, only pulling away when their lungs started to burn from a lack of air, Diego asked, “Wanna get out of here?”

“Where would we go?” Vanya asked, a playful smile gracing her lips.

“Where ever we want.” Diego answered, lifting Vanya off the hood of the car and once her feet were on the ground he dug the keys out of his pocket, unlocking the car with a beep.

Vanya looked between Diego and the car with surprise, “Wait,” she started, “this is your car?”

“Of course it is,” Diego answered, if it weren’t for the smug look on his face, Vanya would’ve thought he was being a dick, “I wouldn’t make out on some random person’s car.” He ignored her flustered stammering in favor of sliding into the car and turning it on. The engine revving to life shook Vanya from her stammering and got her to get into the passenger seat of his car. Diego reached over and took a hold of one of her hands, pulling her attention to him, asking, “Ready?”

And she answered, “Ready.”

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dylshoney · 6 years ago

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the scarf

synopsis: shawn is the newest player of the maple leaves, the readers favorite team

a/n: kinda like this tbh. requests are open again!

warnings: language, heavy smut, oral (female receiving), daddy kink

When you had been given your best friend’s remaining ticket to the Maple Leaves game you thought you were going to have a heart attack. Now, seated in the front row, your face practically pressed against the glass – you swore you would never be this happy again. Your knee was bouncing as you tried to contain your nerves, the team would be on the ice in a few minutes. You looked to your left, shuddering as your friend passionately kissed her boyfriend. You were very grateful to have been given her other ticket, but now, you felt like a complete third wheel. You wanted to grab her hand and scream with her as all the players skated out, but instead, you were stuck leaning away from them as you tried to ignore the sound of smacking lips.

They thankfully separated the second that the game began – seemingly both completely enticed with what was happening. Your throat was completely sore from screaming your heart out as the team skated onto the ice – particularly loud once you saw your favorite player. The newest addition to the team, and the most gorgeous guy you had ever seen in your life. Maia grabbed your hand, practically screaming into your ear as he skated in front of you, his hand raised as he greeted the cheering crowd.

The game started with a bang, the teams practically flying on the rink as they tried to one up the opposite side.

You felt like you were floating, finally able to see your favorite people right in front of you, playing like their lives depended on it.

Time flew by faster than you would have liked, the last twenty minutes reaching and your nerves on edges as the teams were tied.

You watched with wide eyes as Shawn handled the puck, getting closer to center field – right where you were sitting. You held your breath, sitting on the edge of your seat as you watched him move expertly down the ice.

BAM.

You flinched back, releasing an uncontrollable scream as the opposing team’s player slammed Shawn into the glass – stealing the puck and skating away. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, Shawn’s body barely two feet from you, his hands pressed against the glass as he groaned – obviously displeased with the play.

Everything happened in a matter of seconds – Maia grabbing your hand to snap you out of your daze – your eyes meeting Shawn’s as he looked at you, his warm brown orbs barely visible through the helmet. Your breath hitched as he began to smile, his gaze trailing over your body. You felt like time wasn’t moving – your mouth open in a small oh as you tried to register what was happening.

And then, he winked.

You barely had the chance to blink and he was gone, skating back into his offensive position to set up for the next play.

“Holy shit!” You hear Maia screaming next to you but it sounded muffled, like she was in another room. You released a breath – your whole body completely covered in goose bumps as you tried to calm your heart.

“What the fuck just happened?” Maia was ecstatic, practically bouncing in her seat as she shook your arm.

“I – I have no idea.”

“Shawn fucking Mendes thinks you’re hot,” Maia mumbled after a moment, her voice pitching at the end, “I can’t believe this! Please fuck him for me!”

“Woah,” you leaned away, your cheeks completely flushed as you looked at her, “First of all, he does not find me hot and – ”

“He winked at you!”

You ignored her, “And second of all, who’s to say I’m ever going to get the chance to talk to him – much less fuck him.. No matter how much I want to,” you mumbled the second part, your eyes trained on said boy – skating like he didn’t just create a river between your legs.

“I wish I got that on video,” Maia said after a few moments, “Wanna brag that my friend is on Shawn Mendes’ radar.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway, “You’re such a hopeless romantic.”

The game flew by in a bustle of emotions, your heart never fully calming down after the whole order with Shawn and the wink and the way his gaze traveled over you.

You shut your eyes for a second as you reached the parking lot, angry to have left the arena later than most – the crowd was huge and unruly and you were positive you would all the stuck in traffic for at least an hour trying to get out.

“Shit,” you muttered as a shiver went down your spin – the cold February air finally hitting you.

“Maia!” You shouted her name, her eyes meeting yours through the crowd as she turned to face you.

“I left my scarf!” You gestured behind you, “I’m going back to get it!”

She nodded, “Meet at the car!”

You sent her a thumbs up and turned to quickly push through the crowd. You made it into the stadium minutes later, your eyes traveling over all the steps you would have to go down – cursing as you began to jog.

You reached your seats in record time – thankful that no one else was left in the arena, creating no obstacles.

You found seat 1-L and blinked in shock as you noticed your scarf was nowhere to be found.

“Damn it,” you muttered, running a hand through your hair – the empty arena suddenly colder than you remembered.

You exhaled as breath, wrapping your coat tighter around your frame as you turned to leave.

“Umpf – ”

Your breath caught in your throat as two hands latched around you – steading your frame.

“I’m sorry – I ” you looked up, your voice faltering as you laid eyes on the grinning figure looking down at you. His hair was unruly and wet – probably from the shower he had taken after the game. A blue ‘Maple Leaves’ sweater was covering his large frame, a red flush on his cheeks.

“The game ended an hour ago,” his voice was different than you expected, “What are you still doing here?”

“I – uh – I left my scarf.”

He tilted his head, his eyes traveling over your scarf-less frame.

Your eyes widened as he chuckled lightly, “I – it’s not here – obviously. So I think someone probably took it – which really sucks cause it was collectible and cost a lot – but,” you cut yourself off, swallowing as you felt your entire body get hot.

Shut up, you scolded yourself.

“That’s a shame,” he nodded, making you look back up, his tongue running over his lower lip as he looked down at you. You nodded, your throat dry – unsure what to say.

“Well – ”

“I – ”

You both spoke, your cheeks heating again as you faltered, “You first.”

“I was going to ask,” he bit his lip, shaking his head slightly, “If – if you enjoyed the game. But that sounds dumb now …”

He trailed off, a blush coating his cheeks, as he looked away, his gaze traveling to the rink.

“No!” You coughed, recovering quickly, “It’s not dumb. I had a lot of fun – it was the best game I’ve ever been to actually.”

He blinked, a wide smile spreading over him, “Really?”

You nodded, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Yeah. And that goal two minutes before the end. Wow.”

He chuckled, the sound one of the prettiest you’ve ever heard, “That was fun.”

“I’m – uh – ,” he extended his hand, “I’m Shawn by the way.”

You took his larger hand into your grip, shaking it slightly. You had to resist nodding and saying ‘yeah I know – you’re the hottest person I’ve ever seen,’ instead you just smiled warmly, “I’m y/n.”

“Shawn!”

You flinched at the sound of the voice, pulling your hand from his grasp and latching it to your side as you both turned back to see some older man waving him forward. Shawn nodded at him, before turning back to you quickly, “I should go, it was nice meeting you, y/n.”

You shivered at the sound of your name leaving his lips as he smiled, nodding, “It was nice to meet you as well.”

He grinned again, dipping his head and turning to walk away, leaving you completely dumbstruck.

You exhaled as you watched his back get farther and farther from view. It took a few seconds for your heart to finally calm down, no longer feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest. You should have asked for a picture.

Four days later you were seated in the boardroom of CL-LM, the radio station you had been interning at for the past few months.

You were sat in the back, taking notes of everything that was being said. You had been at it for the past hour – your hand cramping at the strain.

“I have one final announcement before I let you all go,” John spoke, your back immediately straightening out as you got ready to leave.

“I’d appreciate if everyone stayed out of recording room C, for the next few hours – because of the special guest we have in today.”

Everyone mutters sounds of agreement and soon the entire room was filling out. You debated asking John about the mysterious guest everyone had been talking about for the past few days, but you decided against it, deciding not to meddle with things that didn’t concern you. You thought about waiting around the entrance to see who would leave, but people would probably think you were weird –and you could not lose this internship.

“Y/n!” John’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, as you smiled lightly, looking up at him.

“Could you please go bring Stefan some coffee, he’s asked for it about twenty times.”

You perked up at the name; Stefan was the one running the interview with the mystery guest.

John shook his head, “I don’t mean to interrupt you from your work, I can ask someone else if – ”

“No!” You practically shouted, before clearing your throat, “No, I can do it. I already know his order – it really wouldn’t be a problem.”

He nodded, “Thank you, you’re a lifesaver.”

You smiled, already making your way out the door and to the elevators. You were lucky that you had a Starbucks situated in the building so it was really no problem for you quickly order and be back in the office in minutes.

You took a deep breath as you prepared to walk into room C. You wondered who was inside, trying to rack your brain of all the celebrities the station hadn’t already featured. They had a pretty good reputation with a –list people.

You gripped the handle, cracking to door open just a smidge, your eyes meeting Dallin – the interview coordinator – who smiled widely and gestured for you to enter.

You made sure the door didn’t creak, trying to shut it as discreetly as possible – not wanting to disrupt the conversation.

“Was there any hazing on the team?” You heard Stefan’s voice behind you as you placed his coffee on the snack table, knowing he would get it when he was ready.

“No.” You heard the guest laugh. You went still, your entire body covering in goosebumps as you recognized the voice, slowly turning around. “They were all really supportive. They treat me more like a little brother.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you finally laid eyes on him. Shawn was smiling widely, his gaze focused on Stefan as he spoke. He was wearing the standard CL-LM headphones, a ‘Maple Leaves’ scarf loosely hung over his neck as he tapped the desk while he spoke.

You felt frozen in your spot, your mouth hanging open slightly as you watched him, enthralled with the way he talked. His hand raised as he spoke with emphasis, his mouth moving smoothly- showcasing his perfectly white teeth.

You felt a hand graze your back, making you flinch and step back, your mouth snapping shut. You looked over at Dallin who was smirking, gesturing to Shawn suggestively.

You rolled your eyes, trying to seem chill about the entire situation – but in reality, you were freaking the fuck out about being in the same room as Shawn again. He looked even better than you remembered.

“You wanna stay and watch?” Dallin leaned in to whisper, nudging your shoulder slightly.

You smiled sheepishly, “Can I?”

He shrugged, “Why not? They’re gonna finish soon anyway.”

You nodded, “Okay,” following him to the leather couch situated close to the interview table. You felt giddy as you walked up, your eyes trained on your feet as you moved to sit next to Dallin. You looked up at the sound of a cough, your eyes immediately traveling to look at Shawn – his gaze already trained on you.

He smiled as you made eye contact, dipping his head slightly as a form of greeting. You grinned in response, waving slightly, before looking away, trying to tame your flaming face.

The interview flew by quicker than you expected, as you tried to subtly watch Shawn – hoping that you didn’t seem like a complete stalker.

“And that’s a wrap,” Stefan smiled as the ‘on air’ light flashed off, taking his headphones off his ears and standing up to greet Shawn who did the same.

They shook hands, exchanging formalities and thanks before the two of them turned and walked around the table.

Dallin was quick to get up and extended a hand to Shawn, making you stand as they greeted one another.

You bit your lip as you tried to figure out the right way to greet him, not knowing if you should extend a hand or stay in your spot. He saved you the trouble, though, his grinning face turning to you as he stepped forward, “Y/n. It’s nice to see you again.”

You nodded, aware of the confused glances Dallin and Stefan sent you, “Nice to see you too,” you smiled, shocked that he remembered you, much less your name.

“You work here?” He tilted his head, your body feeling numb at the intensity of his gaze on you.

You shook your head, “I just intern for now, when I have time off Uni.”

He nodded, about to say something, when Dallin interrupted, “She’s our best!”

You chocked on your saliva as he smiled widely, winking at you - making you narrow your eyes at his inability to be subtle.

“I bet she is,” Shawn laughed, noticing the look on your face.

“Thank you again, for coming man,” Stefan gushed, happy that he hadn’t left yet.

“Oh yeah, anytime,” Shawn nodded, his eyes not leaving you. You had to look away, you eyes training on the carpet as the boys exchanged another round of goodbyes.

“Bye, y/n.” His voice snapped your head up, making you look at him, his smile warm an inviting as he opened the door, about to leave.

“Bye, Shawn,” you mumbled, feeling like you needed to pinch yourself as the door shut behind him.

“Stefan!” You scolded, rushing over hit his arm as he laughed at the expression on your face, “How dare you not tell me you were interviewing a ‘Maple Leaf’?! You know they’re my favorite team.”

“Sorry, y/n. It was confidential!”

“You could have told me!” You pouted, “I wouldn’t have said anything!”

“And lose my integrity?” He teased, “No thank you.”

You shook your head, “I’m never going to forgive you for this – ”

“Me?!” He shouted, “Did you ever plan to tell me you were buddy-buddy with one of the most famous people in the country?”

“I’m not,” you shook your head, “We barely know each other.”

“That’s not what it looked like,” Dallin snorted, “You guys were practically eye-fucking each other.”

You gasped, “Dallin – ”

The sound of a light knocking made you falter in your words as Stefan shouted for the person to enter. Your eyes widened as Shawn’s smiling face greeted the three of you, his gaze traveling over to you as he cleared his throat, “Sorry to bother, but I was wondering if I could talk to y/n?”

You blinked, your mouth unable to register the words that had left his perfectly sculpted mouth, “ I – ”

You felt Dallin nudge your back, lightly pushing you forward, “It’s no bother – she was about to go on break anyway.”

You smiled, reminding yourself to thank Dallin, as Shawn’s grin widened, his arm extending to open the door fully as you made your way to him, walking past into the open floor plan of the office.

You could feel shivers overcome you as the entire office got quiet, watching you walk toward the elevator, with one of the world’s most famous hockey players to your left.

You got into the elevator, pressing the button and leaning against one of the walls, hesitant to look up at him.

“I’m sorry to take up your break time,” his voice was so smooth, your eyes fluttering as you listened to him, “But I actually wanted to give you something.”

You tilted your head, “Me?”

He laughed, his eyes shutting for a second as he nodded, “Yes, you.”

But you still weren’t convinced, “Why?”

“Are you always this hesitant to accept gifts?” He smirked, his eyes not leaving yours as you shrugged, “Only when they’re from attractive hockey players.”

You froze, did you really just say that out loud? You could feel the familiar heat that only he seemed to induce, spread over your frame, “I – I meant – ”

“You think I’m attractive?” He tilted his head, his voice an octave lower than you were used to, the sound far more intimate than you would have expected.

“I – I,” you swallowed, your eyes flickering back to his face as you realized there was no point in lying, “Well, yeah.”

He smirked, but it seemed almost sheepish as his eyes traveled to the elevator doors – a beautiful rosy color filling his cheeks. Did you just make him blush?

“That’s a relief,” he said after a moment, his voice airy as he looked back over to you, “Because I think you’re one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen.”

A shiver traveled through you, your eyes not leaving his, “Yeah?”

He nodded, the small smile returning, “I don’t normally do this – but I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime, with me?”

You had to resist the urge to giggle, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck as he waited for your response. He looked nervous, and it was the most adorable thing you had ever seen.

“I’d love to,” you smiled.

“Yeah?”

You loved the way his eyes crinkled when he grinned really wide, “Yeah.”

The ding of the elevator reaching the ground floor made you snap out of your trance, looking away from him and toward the door.

“After you,” he gestured, dramatically extending his arm as you giggled, shaking your head, but listening nonetheless.

You walked through the apartment lobby, stopping outside the door, as you hesitated to leave – having left your jacket upstairs.

“Can I have your number?” He said softly as you turned back around to face him.

You nodded, taking his phone into your hand, quickly typing in your number and debating what you should put as your contact name. You finally settled with ‘y/n :)’, handing him his phone, shuddering as his fingers grazed yours.

“I’ll call you,” he said, making you nod with probably the biggest, goofiest smile on your face, “I’ll be waiting.”

“I’m really happy to have seen you again,” he nodded, “I’ve been beating myself up for not asking you your number after the game.”

You covered your mouth as you giggled, your heart fluttering at the intensity in his eyes as he looked down at you, “I’m glad too.”

You could feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket, making you pull it out and internally groan at the words on the screen, “I’m sorry – but they’re requesting me upstairs.”

“I get it,” he smiled, “Duty calls.”

“I – uh – see you later, then,” you bit your lip, unsure what to say, wishing you could stay and talk to him longer.

“Soon,” he corrected.

“Soon.” You felt giddy, waving shyly and spinning on your heel to make your way back to the elevator.

“Y/n!” He called, making you halt in your movements and turn back to face him.

He was closer than you expected, his grinning face barely two feet away from you. You watched with wide eyes as he swung his scarf off his neck – bringing it over you and placing it around your shoulders, letting it hang down your front.

“Shawn – what?” You touched the fabric, your words getting lost in your mouth as you stared at him in shock.

“I said I had a gift for you, didn’t I?” He smiled, shrugging like it was no big deal, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

You shook your head, “I can’t – I can’t accept this.”

“Why not?”

“It’s too much,” you were quick to take it off, about to hand it to him again, but he stepped back immediately, bringing his hand up.

“No,” he shook his head with a teasing smirk, “Not taking it back.”

“Shawn…” you mumbled, gripping the soft fabric in your hands as you thrust it toward him, but he avoided your advances. His reflexes were faster than yours, his hands gripping your elbows, effectively halting your movements.

You blinked in shock, your body tensing at his closeness to you, the heat of his frame making your head spin.

“Please,” he mumbled, not releasing your arms, “I want to give it to you.”

You opened your mouth to disagree, but at the look in his eyes, you were quick to shut it again.

“I – ,” you swallowed, “Thank you. I don’t know what to say.”

He smiled, letting go of you, making you internally whimper at the loss of contact, “You don’t need to say anything, I’m happy to do it.”

You felt your phone vibrate again, making you shut your eyes in annoyance.

“You should probably go,” he mumbled, sounding like it was the last thing he wanted you to do, “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

He took a step back, his hands back in his pockets, his head dipping as he smiled again, “I’ll call you,” he repeated.

You laughed quietly, “You better.”

He called a few hours later, stating something along the lines of I’m sorry but I couldn’t wait any longer. You felt like you were on top of the world, your ecstasy only increasing as he asked to meet up on Friday, which was only two days away. You agreed without hesitation and immediately called Maia, who after screaming for a good five minutes – agreed to help you prepare.

It ended up being the perfect first date. He took you to his favorite little Italian place and you ended up sharing a cheese pizza – neither of you too keen to experiment with your food. The conversation flowed easily and you felt like you were floating as his warm eyes watched you, listening to every one of your stories with undivided attention. He walked you home that night, not coming in but kissing you softly on your front steps, a sensation you replayed countless times after.

Your next date was the next day, the two of you far too eager to spend more time getting to know each other. This date was a little more adventurous, Shawn sneaking you in the ‘Maple Leaves’ stadium after hours so you could skate on the freshly plowed ice. You were worried that you would embarrass yourself and fall on your face, but he didn’t let you get the chance – holding onto your hand tightly the entire time. You ended up getting pretty good by the end of the night, but it helped that he never let go of you, spinning you around the rink as the two of you laughed in the empty space. He took you back to his apartment and you shared hot cocoa on his couch while talking about your families. He drove you home and kissed you on the steps, promising to see you soon.

You saw him again a few days later, both of you far too busy with school and practice. You went to the movies and talked through the entire film, annoying the people in front of you – ultimately getting you kicked out of the theater. The two of you couldn’t care less though, your laughter unstoppable as you ran to his car in the rain. You ended up in his back seat, the two of you listening to the sound of the rain, talking about anything and everything and you realized that you never wanted to stop talking to him – never wanted to be in a world without his smile with you. He took you home and finally ended up coming inside, the two of you falling asleep on your couch – tangled up in a mess of blankets and completely ignoring the Disney movie on the screen.

Two weeks and three dates later, you were finally ready to give yourself to him, wanting nothing more than the feeling of his body against yours. You felt your stomach swirl as you neared his apartment, your heart beating out of your chest as you reached his apartment, ready to tell him how you felt – and hopefully make your relationship official.

You waited patiently as you rang the doorbell, biting your lip as you waited to see his grinning face.

You furrowed your eyebrows as a few minutes went by, deciding to ring one more time before calling him. You flinched in shock as the door swung open – a distressed

Shawn looking down at you as he ran a finger through his mess of curls. Your eyes widened as they traveled over his frame, he was shirtless, showcasing the abundance of tight muscles you could always feel through his shirts.

“Y/n?” He blinked, “What are you doing here?”

You could feel your chest tighten, “We agreed to hang out today, remember?”

His eyes flooded with realization as he cursed, “Shit – uh - now’s not the best time– ”

“Shawn?” You heard a feminine voice call from inside, your heart falling in your chest. You could see the panic in Shawn’s expression as he stepped forward, trying to grab your arm. You were quick to pull away, your back hitting the wall of the hallway as a beautiful blonde appeared from behind Shawn, her eyes narrowing as they fell over your frame, “Who’s this?”

You could feel your knees give out, your heart pounding in your chest as you refused to look up at Shawn, “No one,” you shook your head, sidestepping him as rushing toward the elevator.

You could hear Shawn shout something to her, but the sound was muffled in your ears as you tried to calm your breathing and the sensation of your heart was squeezing in your chest.

You could hear Shawn’s footsteps following you as he shouted your name, but you ignored him, practically sprinting down the long hallway.

“Y/n!” He repeated, his long legs reaching you quickly as he grabbed your elbow, spinning you around to face him.

“Let go of me!” You hissed, relishing in the look on his face as he flinched, never hear that type of anger in your voice.

“Please let me explain,” he muttered softly, his voice cracking as he begged silently.

You shook your head, “I have to go.”

“Y/n – ”

You ripped your arm from his grip as walked into the open elevator. You exhaled a shaky breath as you turned around, not expecting to see his heartbroken face staring back at you.

“Y/n…” he repeated, but you didn’t respond, a single tear traveling down your face as the doors began to shut – hiding you from him as you finally fell into a puddle of sobs.

You hadn’t left your apartment all day, your mind replaying the look on his face as the blonde revealed herself. You cried harder as you remembered the guilt in his eyes as he stared at you, your heart hurting more and more as you remembered the hopelessness you had felt in that moment.

You felt worthless, expendable. But most of all, you felt stupid for thinking someone as successful and attractive as him would ever be interested in someone like you. You seemed to set yourself up for heartbreak, letting yourself get sucked into the fantasy that was Shawn Mendes. The feeling of his eyes on you and his hand in yours – distracting you from the crushing reality that he was probably fucking another girl every other night.

You felt stupid for letting yourself get so worked up over someone you knew for barely a month, someone that wasn’t even your boyfriend. Someone that probably never even wanted to be.

You sniffled as the screen changed, the new episode of Deadly Class ending, filling you with more despair as you realized you no longer had anything to watch.

You shut the TV off, huffing as you fell back onto your couch, wrapping yourself tighter in your blanket as you shut your eyes – trying to ignore the ache in your chest.

You flinched as your doorbell rang, but ignored it – knowing it was probably him. You didn’t want to see him, you thought your last conversation made that pretty fucking clear, so you shut your eyes tighter and ignored as the knocking got louder.

You could hear muffled yelling from the other side of the door, but you ignored it, knowing he was probably going to leave soon.

Everything got silent after a few moments, indicating that he had left, making you sigh quietly – your relationship now officially over. You snuggled further into your pillow, gripping the blanket tighter as another tear slid down your face.

Your eyes snapped open as you heard the clicking of a lock, your blood running cold as you sat up, body numb as you sat up, hearing footsteps in your hallway.

“Who’s in here?” You called, hating how shaky your voice was.

“Y/n?” Shawn’s voice slightly calmed your nerves as he rounded the corner, his gaze falling to your shaking figure on the couch.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Your fear was quickly replaced with anger, “And how did you get in?”

He bit his lip, his eyes pooling with guilt as he stepped closer, “Maia gave me her key.”

You shut your eyes in annoyance, “I don’t want you here,” your voice was curt as you made a mental note to chew Maia out later.

“I’m sorry,” his walked closer, his hands in front of him as a sign of surrender, he seemed almost afraid, “But I have to explain. You have to hear –”

“Hear what Shawn?” You interrupted, your anger making him flinch, “Hear how you fucked that girl right before seeing me?”

He shook his head immediately, opening his mouth but you didn’t let him get a word out, “Doesn’t matter anyway, we were nothing anyway. You’re free to do whatever you want. Now please leave my apartment.”

He looked on the verge of tears, “You don’t mean that.”

Your lip trembled as you tried your hardest not to let your sobs start, not now, not in front of him. Especially when he was looking at you like a kicked puppy.

“You don’t mean that we didn’t mean anything. It meant something to me.” His voice was shaky, soft.

“Gina – she’s my ex-girlfriend. And y/n, please believe me when I say nothing happened.”

“You – ”

He ignored you, continuing his rant, “I guess she had a key made when we were together and never told me. That’s how she got into my apartment, waking me up in the process – that’s why I was shirtless. I was kicking her out when you came, that’s why – that’s why I acted like an ass.”

You swallowed, your mind swirling at the genuine sound of his voice, “How do I know that’s the truth?”

“Because I care about you, y/n. I care about you so so much and I would never do anything to ruin what we have. Please believe me.” You could see him getting closer to you, reaching the back of the couch, his soft eyes staring down at you, “I can’t lose you. Not like this. Not before I have the chance to officially ask you to be mine.”

“You – you want to be official?”

He smiled lightly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, your body melting into his embrace as he wiped the stray tear on your face, “I want nothing more than to be able to call you mine.”

“I want that too,” you released a shaky breath, suddenly embarrassed for acting like a complete psychopath before you even knew the real story, “I’m – I’m sorry for not believing you.”

He shook his head sighing in relief as his hands wrapped around you, stuffing his face into the crook of your neck as he held you, “I realize how bad that must have looked – trust me, I would have reacted much worse.”

You hummed, “Really?”

“Mhm,” he placed a kiss on your neck, “I don’t want to see you with anyone other than me. You’re mine.”

Your eyes shut as he continued lightly placing kissing along your neck and jawline, “yours,” you breathed.

He groaned as those words left your mouth, his hands coming up to hold your face, not hesitating to connect your lips, his mouth encompassing yours passionately as you melted into him.

You moaned into him as his hands left your cheeks and traveled down your body, wrapping around your and pulling you into him. You relished in the feeling of his hard body pressed against yours, as you molded perfectly into one another.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, almost subconsciously as he reconnected your mouths, his tongue exploring you.

He reaches for the bottom of your shirt, lifting it over your head as he throws it behind you. You weren’t wearing a bra, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of your naked chest. Perfect, he thought, running a finger lightly over a hardened nipple.

You release a breath, you back arching – bringing yourself closer to his hands, his eyes entranced by the sight before him. But you were impatient, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off, revealing the body you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since you saw it.

You begin tracing his chest, your arms traveling to wrap around his hard biceps as he leaned into you, taking your left nipple into his mouth, his warm tongue traveling over the sensitive skin.

“Shawn,” you gasped, your fingers digging into his arms as he hummed against your, “Bedroom, please.”

He moaned into your breast, releasing it with a pop as he came up to kiss you again – never getting tired of the feeling of his mouth against yours.

His hands wrapped around your thighs as he leaned forward, “Jump, baby.”

You hummed at the pet name, shivers covering your frame as your legs latched around his hips, his hands digging into the soft flesh of your ass – perfectly exposed for him through your shorts.

He had been to your bedroom once before, so he knew where he was headed, rushing up that stairs with you in his grasp. The two of you giggled, as you exchanged small kisses, feeling content and so so ready.

He placed you onto the bed softly, his hands immediately traveling to grip your shorts – pulling them, along with your panties, down in one fell swoop.

You gasped as the cold air hit you, his hands wrapping around your thighs to separate your legs for him, his tongue running over his lower lip as his eyes locked on you, “Such a pretty pussy.”

He slides a finger gently along your already wet clit, your legs twitching as he keeps them open, “Already soaked for me, eh?”

You nodded, your eyes shut as your back arched off the bed, Shawn slipping a single finger into you.

He’s rubbing your clit as his finger works in and out of you, your breaths picking up as he begins moving faster.

He slides the finger out before quickly adding another, muttering a soft fuck at the feeling, “So tight, can feel your cunt squeezing me. Can’t wait to be inside you.”

You groan at the words, your head falling to one side as you could feel him work you to your high, loving the way his dirty mouth egged you on.

You gasped as his mouth unexpectedly latched to your clit, sucking it gently, your lips flying open in a loud moan.

“Delicious,” he murmurs against you, picking up his speed, wanting to have you falling apart under him.

“Shawn!”

The sound of your voice and your ass picking up off the bed into him, made him smirk against your pussy, his tongue quickly replacing his fingers – stuffing you completely.

You can’t control yourself, your hands falling to his hair, gripping it tightly as you felt yourself fall apart – his name flying from your lips like a prayer.

You shook under him, you legs twitching as you came down from your high, Shawn working you through it.

“Fuck,” you muttered, your head falling back as he separated from your pussy, his mouth kissing along your thighs –giving you the chance to breathe after all the overwhelming pleasure.

“Gorgeous,” he said against your skin.

You hummed, your hands wrapping in his locks again – bringing him back up to you, smiling as you connected your mouth again.

He whimpered as you ran your tongue over his lip, biting the bottom one and releasing with a pop.

“Need you,” he spoke softly, making you shiver against him.

“Please,” you nodded.

“I don’t have any condoms.”

“I’m on birth control, you-you can come in me,” you mumbled as he ran his tongue over your neck.

His eyes roll back at your words, hands tightening their grip on your hips, “God, what are you doing to me?”

You smirked, pecking his lips quickly – your fingers finding their way to his hips – pushing on his jeans. He seemed to get your message – pulling his pants off in record time.

You licked your lips as your eyes landed on his very prominent bulge, practically bursting out of his boxers.

His boxers are off immediately, and you can feel yourself twitch as he palms his length. You’ve never seen anyone bigger – and you're suddenly worried that he’s not going to fit.

“Okay, baby?”

You blink, “You’re – you’re so big.”

He doesn’t respond, his eyes shutting as you lay back for him, lining your dripping center with his.

You bite your lip as you watch him hiss, running a hand over his dripping precum, “Ready?”

You nod quickly, your stomach swirling in anticipation. He thrusts into you slowly, both of you letting out moans of pleasure – your head falling back as your mouth opened.

“Fuck,” he muttered against you, bottoming out – his dick completely inside you, “You’re so fucking tight for me.”

You nod, your back arching as you wait for him to start moving, “For you.”

His jaw clenches as he starts rocking his hips, gently at first and then picking up speed. Soon, he’s pounding into you with such force that your eyes roll back and you're shaking under him.

“You like that?” He grunts into your neck, “You like my cock fucking your tight little hole, huh baby?”

You grip his arms again; unable to respond as the sensation of his length sliding in and out of you erases all other thoughts.

“I want to hear you say it,” his hand lightly slaps your ass, making you squeal against him.

“I love it, I – I fucking love it.”

You rock against him, gasping as he leans down to take your nipple into his mouth again.

The sensation is too much for you to bare and suddenly you can’t stop a “daddy,” from flying out of you.

You tense, your eyes flying open as you make eye contact with him, not expecting that to come from you. You don’t know what to say, scared he’s going to reject you, look away in disgust.

He surprises you, smirking instead and pulling out of your hole – before thrusting back inside –hitting the deepest parts of you, relishing in your moans, “Naughty girl.”

He’s pounding into you again, his teeth grazing your jaw as he growls against you, “Say it again.”

You smirk, loving that he’s just as dirty as you, “You make me feel so good, daddy.”

He pulls out of you, causing a whimper to fly from your lips as he spins you around – setting you on your hands and knees.

He takes his length in his hand, pumping slowly as he trails the tip over your dripping cunt, making you squeeze your legs in anticipation.

“Please, Shawn.”

He slaps your ass, pulling you back into him, his hard dick pressed against your flesh, “That’s not what you call me, baby.”

“Daddy, please,” you’re quick to correct yourself, wanting him inside you. He kneads your skin in his big hands, lining himself up with you – and suddenly he’s slamming into you and you’re screaming, your hands giving out as your head falls onto the mattress.

He starts his fast pace again, you’re twitching against him, but Shawn doesn’t stop. He keeps slamming his big, thick cock in and out of your wet pussy, knowing you’re so close to your high.

You’re whining, begging, tears pricking your eyes as his arm wraps around you to begin rubbing your clit.

“Daddy’s making his baby feel good, isn’t he?”

You bury your face into the pillow, your legs shaking as you clench around him. He lifts your ass, bringing you back into him, giving him better access to your twitching cunt.

“Need you to cum, baby. Need you to come with me, right on my cock.”

“Please daddy,” your throat is so sore, but you never want him to stop, “Please come inside me.”

His fingers quicken on your clit and you’re shaking uncontrollably, your entire body convulsing against him as you come.

Shawn grunts into you, biting your shoulder as his eyes shut at the feeling of you clenching around him – and suddenly he’s coming, his warm liquid filling you in spurts.

He halts his movements after a few seconds, the two of you breathing heavily. You love the feeling of his cock inside you, even if it’s not moving.

You’re both still for a moment, but soon he’s kissing down your body again – making you shudder as he pulls out of you.

You can feel him come drip out of you onto the mattress and suddenly you’re interested in how it looks – Shawn’s wide eyes trained on your spilling cunt.

“Look so beautiful,” he mumbles, massaging your hips lightly, “My cum dripping out of you.”

You whimper at his words, watching as he stands from your bed, disappearing into the bathroom and coming back out with a towel.

“What’re you - ?”

“Lay back down, baby,” he kisses your forehead, “Gonna clean you up.”

You relish in the look in his eyes as he slides the towel between your thighs, wiping away all the juices.

He tosses it into your hamper, crawling back up your body and falling down next to you – an arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him.

You hum as he places your sheet over the two of you, wrapping yourself in his warmth.

“Goodnight, baby,” he kisses your head again.

You’re too fucked out to respond, humming as you cuddle into him.

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canadian-buckbeaver · 5 years ago

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To The Tune of Your Heart

A Piers x OC (Sai) fic! For @saiyurimai or @saiyurimaiandtheden or @saiscavedwellers

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Piers is in town for one magical night, singing his heart out on the stage in front of hundreds of fans of all shapes and sizes and ages. And tonight, Sai is one of them. A fangirl who is entranced by the way he plucks the guitar, imagining what those fingers could do to her, the way his lips brush against the microphone...

But she knows that seeing him on stage is as close as she is ever going to get to the star. He has his other fans and his own security keeping him in line.

However, that was before her sister, Bucky, adjusted the cards (and tickets) in her favour.

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Sai couldn’t help herself. As the lights went down and the first chords of her favourite song began to echo in the stadium as the band began to warm up, she seized Bucky’s arm and screamed. Her poor sister, startled out of her own world, jumped and looked around wildly before resettling in her seat. “Sai I was not expecting that…”

“Serves you right for being on your phone during a concert! Come on! Put it away! You bought the tickets for us after all, you need to enjoy it too! Besides, you can’t tell me you were drooling over Leon’s pokegram again. The man only updates it once in a full moon!” Sai grinned as she teased her sister.

Bucky flushed and put her phone away, securing it in her pocket. “I just really like that last picture he posted. Him and the Dreepys. It was cute.” Bucky wasn’t quite meeting Sai’s eyes and her cheeks were pink. If Sai had to guess she would say that Bucky was probably looking the beach photo he had recently posted. It was a fangirl’s dream and Bucky was quite the fangirl. She was as big of fan of Leon as Sai was of Piers. And Milo. And Raihan. And…

“So are you going to put your phone away, pot?” Bucky asked her, breaking her chain of thought. “Or are you going to videotape and take as many photos as you can for your rainy day collection while you’re here?”

Sai grinned, hitting record as Piers walked on stage and greeted the audience, the sound of screaming almost drowning out his voice. “Kettle, I think you already know what I am planning on doing. Now hush! It’s bad enough with the rest of the crazy fangirls. I don’t need your negative Nancy attitude on it too.”

Bucky rolled her eyes and chuckled softly, letting Sai have her moment. She would get her back after the concert.

The hours flew by in a haze of screaming, laughter, and more than a few tears. Sai couldn’t remember when the last time she had had so much fun at a concert. Piers sounded like his CDs! No, even better. She couldn’t get enough of him and his sexy voice, the tiny little expressions he made as he sang. He was perfect… it was too easy for her to imagine that he was singing those sweet songs for her ears alone…

All too soon the concert ended. Sai was sure that she had ruined her vocal cords for the rest of the year. And it had been so worth it. Piers picked up his stuff and disappeared into the back, where he would be signing autographs for those who had bought those exclusive backstage passes. Sai was already jealous of the girls behind them. They had been talking about their backstage pass since they had gotten into their seats behind them. Sai would LOVE to meet Piers one day. Sit down with him and talk music, pokemon, give him the bracelet she made him and-

Bucky was in her seat, scrolling through her phone.

“Bucky? Aren’t we… aren’t we leaving? The concert is over now.”

Her twin looked up at her, innocent and wide-eyed before turning back to whatever was on her phone and scrolling. “Hmm? Oh yes. The main part of the concert is over already? Well I guess you need to get moving. You don’t want to be late. But you’ll need these to get there next.” Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a silver and pink dogtag, the backstage pass for this particular concert, and the bracelet that Sai had worked on making him.

Sai’s mind exploded. “Bucky… I… really? This… these are…”

“Your backstage pass for a meet and greet with Piers and that bracelet you made for him in case this day ever happened? Yes. Yes they are.”

“How on earth… what in Acreus’ name did you do? For Mew’s sake these passes…”

“They aren’t cheap. Brisingr and I had a few extra races that we did so we could get it for you.” Bucky winked at her. “Now hurry up. I’ll wait for you outside once you’re done and I’ll be wanting a full story.”

* * * * *

So that’s how she got here. Standing in line with the other fans, nervously bouncing from foot to foot. Sai tried to calm but she just couldn’t. There was so much going on, so much to think about. Especially with her sister. She owed her sister, big time, for this.

Bucky must have done extra races with Brisingr to make up the money to buy the tickets. She was such a sneaky woman. When on Mew’s green earth did she have the time and where did she do the racing? And surely she would have heard of a Salamence flying around the Galar region. Hopefully she wasn’t doing street racing again. Last time she tried street racing she had almost been caught by Officer Jenny. She was going to give her such a stern talking to when they got home…. Home after seeing her idol! The one and only Piers of Spikemuth! OH! She could scream! Her mind was racing, turning around in circles. She couldn’t keep her head on straight. She…

“Listen up!” a woman with pink face paint across her eyes called out to the fans. “We know that you are looking forward to seeing Piers but we have a few rules for you to follow if you want to see him. Follow along and everything will go as normal. Break the rules and you’re out. Got it?” There was a rumbling of agreement, the electricity in the air palpable. “Rule number one: No squealing, screaming or shrieking. Piers already has a bit of a headache from tonight’s show, let’s not make it worse. Soft talking, when it is your turn, is ok.

“Rule two: no giving food. We appreciate it but Piers is a picky eater and… well, that’s all you need to know. Small gifts are fine as long as Piers accepts them but no food or drink.” Sai knew that this rule was more or less bullshit. It was a safety protocol. They were always worried that someone would try to take the rocker out of commission, diminish the competition.

Still, her hand tightened on the little bracelet she made him. Still, that meant that her bracelet was perfect for him.

“And most importantly, rule number three. We have a list of names of the people who have the backstage pass. When we call your name, you can approach Piers. We are doing this one at a time for his benefit. Stay behind until it is your turn. Again, you break the rule, and you’re out. Does everyone understand this?”

Again there was murmured agreements. Sai realized that the bigger and stronger stage hands were circling close behind them, like sharks circling seals. They probably were deathly serious. She wondered how many others had been booted from the show.

Muted gasps and quiet murmurs circled around her as her heart leapt into her throat. A man with slouched posture and the trademarked hair stepped in front of them. It really was Piers! The pale skin, the wild hair, the….

Tired eyes. Poor guy looked like he needed coffee, in an IV, in his veins. Still, he smiled and greeted the fans, waving at them and giving them a small chuckle. “How are you, loves?” he asked, his voice husky and tired.

Ugghhhh…. Sai could melt.

The lady with the clipboard checked names and introduced the fans to Piers one at a time. Slowly, calmly. They seemed to have a system going. Piers would shake their hands, smile, say a few words, take a picture and give an autograph, and then the line would carry on. He really was a dream, signing everything that he was handed, and making conversation though he looked exhausted. Sai wished that she had something more than the pamphlet and the ticket stub. The others had autograph books or magazines. The one girl had him sign her body pillow. Another a personalized doll that they had made themselves. Though, granted the last two were a little on the crazy fangirl side but that would make for a memorable fan…

“Saiyurimai?” the girl asked as Sai handed her ticket to be checked.

Sai smiled and gave a small giggle. “I usually just go by Sai. My full name is such a mouthful.”

“But it’s rather pretty. Yuri like those lilies, am I right?”

Her heart stopped. Piers was looking at her with those pale eyes of his, a smile on the corner of his lips. Oh… if only this moment would last forever….

“Yes. I’m surprised you know them. I was convinced that my parents chose the most obscure flowers to name me after.” Sai nervously pulled her hair behind her ears before outstretching it take his hand. “Hi. Nice to meet you. I’m Sai.”

Piers took her hand, squeezing it gently. She could feel the heat on his fingertips and the palm of his hands where he had gripped the mic. The touch seemed to linger a tad too long. “It’s nice to meet you Sai. I recognize your hair from the audience. You looked like you were having a blast up there.”

Her cheeks were burning slightly. “Yes. I’ve been to a few of your concerts and own all your CDs. I know a few of the songs off by heart now.”

“So maybe next time you’ll have to join me and show the audience how it is done, hmm?” His eyes twinkled down at her and she couldn’t help but squeak and laugh slightly at his joke.

“Of course! I’ll need to flown out first class of course! Champagne, oysters, the works!”

The Rockstar laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now, what can I sign for you?”

With trembling hands, Sai handed over the pamphlet, watching as his pen scribbled across the paper. “I hope you don’t mind… my sister sort of sprung it on me that I was meeting you and… Oh!” She fished out the bracelet and handed it out to him. “I hope you accept this. I… I have been working on it for months. The dark beads are made up of dusk stones and the pink is a crystal that comes from the salt mines in Unova. It is said to bring good luck.”

Piers finished his inscription of the pamphlet and gently took the bracelet. He flipped it over, looking at the beads, the knots, the strength of the string, the… “Thank you, I love it.” he told her as he put it on, minding the sleeve of his jacket. “I’ll think of you whenever I wear it, Sai, lily of Galar. Now. Do you want a picture?”

Sai was staring at him through hazy eyes. He had accepted the bracelet, even loved it. He said he would think of her. She couldn’t help herself. Just before the camera went off, she put a finger through the pendant on his collar, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

His lips were even softer than she had first thought. Soft and warm, slightly chapped, but he tasted faintly of black, dark coffee. She could smell the coffee on him, and the faint hints of his cologne and…

….

Oh dear Acreus.

What had she done.

She released him immediately, her face red, his face pink. “I’m sorry! I forgot that there were people in this room!” There were the sounds of outrage behind them as Team Yell fought to get the disgruntled fans under control, the lady with the clipboard who looked like she was about to murder Sai and Piers…

Piers was blinking away his own haze, staring down at her like she was some sort of wild flower… “It’s alright.” He chuckled as the astonished team member gave him the photo. “We all forget ourselves sometimes. You should get out of here before the mob tramples you.” He wrote something on the back and sent her along the back way.

Sai clutched at her picture, still in shock as the sounds of the fans slowly faded over the distance.

Oh Acreus…. She would never be able to go to another concert again.

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Bucky was waiting outside the concert hall like she had discussed, looking at something on her phone. Slowly Sai snuck up on her, peeking over her sister’s shoulders to see what she was doing. Fully expecting to see her looking at a scandalous picture of Leon…

To her surprise she was looking at the picture of Leon with the Dreepy in his hair. There was something just so carefree about the moment. Something so… innocent. She could see his Charizard peeking over his shoulder at the camera, amusement in his eyes.

And then Bucky swiped to the next picture, and the picture of Leon on the beach popped up on the phone. Sai could see that her sister was fully entranced by the photo, taking in the lines of the muscle, the tight swim trunks.

“Caught you~” Sai sang to her, enjoying how Bucky shrieked, almost throwing her phone in surprise.

“SAI! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE?”

“Long enough to know that my sweet sister isn’t as innocent as she seems~ and that she likes a man with long, purple hair and very little on.” Sai sang to her.

“OH, SHUT UP.” Bucky sputtered, her face red. “You just caught me at a bad time.”

Sai chuckled as Bucky stormed off, catching up to her easily. “Ah come on sis, there is nothing to be ashamed of. I’m sure that if you posted a picture of yourself in a bathing suit he would like it too.”

Bucky pouted at her, her cheeks still hot. “You know, sometimes you’re encouraging in the wrong sort of ways. Hopefully you enjoyed your Meet-and-Greet… though obviously it went well as he has what looks to be a phone number on the back of that picture there.”

Sai froze in step, slowly turning the picture over. Sure enough, right where he had been writing before herding her out the door….

“SAI. DARE I ASK WHY YOU’RE KISSING HIM LIKE THAT?”

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Come Hell or High Water Chapter 4: Where You Go

Warnings: Steamy, Brief violence/descriptions of medical stuff, language

Word Count: 3,466 (!!! I KNOW)

A/N: Um surprise! I’m not dead! This is so unbelievably late, I know and I am so so sorry, y’all. I have many reasons, but let’s just say life and plot. I hope the longer chapter will help make up for it and that y’all will enjoy! Title credit goes to the oh so supportive and amazing @bakerstreethound who has literally been the saving grace for this series ILY BBY

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Jim’s poor choice in sunscreen would have been funny if he wasn’t acting so pitiful, not that you could blame him, of course. Leonard ended up staying at home with him while you and the rest of the gang went out to finish up back to school shopping with Joanna. Which was an adventure in and of itself. Between the crowds of pushy parents with disinterested kids and the stifling heat, you were left wondering more than once if the sunburn could really be that much worse. On the bright side, you managed to sneak off to the bookstore with Joanna and had picked up a few – okay maybe more than just a few – books to add to your collection. Leonard, per usual, had plenty to say about that when you returned later that evening.

“(Y/n), you already have more books than you know what to do with!” He glared in exasperation at the books in your arms as you walked up towards the front door.

“You can never have too many books, McCoy,” He harrumphed as he stepped aside to let you into the house. “Besides,” You set the books down once inside, grabbing three to hand off to Joanna. “Not all of them are mine,” You winked over your shoulder at him, grinning when he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“And I thought I spoiled her,” Joanna giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek before she darted up the stairs with her haul.

“Oh, don’t worry, y’ know tomorrow is date night, I’ll spoil you just as much as I do her,” You headed up the stairs as well, giving him a pat on the chest as you walked by.

“Hey, hey, hey, now hang on just a minute there! It’s my job to spoil you, not the other way ‘round,” You rolled your eyes and turned to look at him as you reached the top of the stairs.

“Leonard McCoy, I adore you and your southern values, but that’s old fashioned; even for you,”

“He can’t help it, (Y/n). He’s just that old,” Jim’s voice sounded out from behind the door on the right, earning a scowl from Len. You snorted and continued into the bedroom you and Leonard were sharing.

“Bad news, Jim. We’re all out of painkillers,” Leonard barely finished his sentence before Jim was yelling again.

“What I meant to say was that he’s always right and we’re all always wrong,”

“Oh, how about that, I just found some!” You rolled your eyes in amusement as Len grabbed a nearby hypospray and headed across the hall.

“You’re a cruel man, Leonard McCoy! Threatening the sick and afflicted,” You called after him, grabbing what you needed for a quick shower.

“Yeah, Bones, I could be dying!” You could almost hear Len’s eyes roll, and you couldn’t stop the smile on your face at the mental image.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” The sound of a hypospray being administered was quickly followed by a yelp. “There, give it a few minutes to kick in.” You rushed into the bathroom before Leonard could return and question you further about what you had planned for tomorrow night. You took your time, hoping Leonard would let it go. Fortunately for you, he got assigned table setting duties; and by the time you got downstairs was deep in discussion with Donna and Fred. Supper also passed without incident, and you forgot about it, quickly saying goodnight to everyone before rushing upstairs to start on one of the new books. You were midway through the second chapter when Leonard came into the room, closing the door behind him. “Do you really think I’m old-fashioned?” His question threw you for a moment, but you swiftly caught up, setting your book down.

“That depends,” you said with a raised eyebrow. “Do you really think it isn’t right for me to spoil you?”

“Of course not! I’m not from the dark ages!” You gave him a small smile before returning to your book. “I would, however, like to know how you plan to do so,”

“I’m sure you would,” You laughed. He huffed in frustration, finally moving away from the door to strip down to his boxers and crawl into bed. “You’re annoyingly stubborn, y’ know that?” You smiled mockingly as you replied.

“You have absolutely no room to talk, McCoy.”

Leonard continued to pester you all day Friday, trying to get you to spill what you had planned for the evening. He finally gave up after you told him that you’d arranged for him to give a lecture at UGA on the physiology of Vulcans. In reality, you’d managed to get last-minute tickets to a local country music festival. You weren’t a huge fan of the genre yourself, and Len tried to keep it under wraps that he was; in fact, the only reason you knew was that time you walked in on him singing along to Hank Williams while working in his office. The day seemed to fly by in your excitement, and before you knew it, it was time to get ready. Anxiety began to creep in as you gathered everything the two of you would need. What if he really doesn’t like what I planned? You were drawn out of your thoughts by a loud knock on the bedroom door.

“(Y/n), I’ll meet you at the truck. It takes a bit to get the old thing started,” Leonard’s voice came through the door.

“Okay!” You called back, reaching to grab your comm. A quick glance at the Chron had you scrambling into a pair of shorts and a tank top. You had a little over two hours to get to your destination, which was an hour and a half’s drive away. By the time you made it downstairs, Leonard had finished coaxing the old truck to life and stood leaning against the passenger side door, talking to his mother. As you approached, his eyes locked with yours, a smirk playing at his lips. Eleanora turned to follow his gaze, smiling warmly when she spotted you.

“You look so pretty, (Y/n),” You blushed deep and grinned at the older woman.

“Aw, thank you!” Leonard seemed to agree, as his eyes hadn’t left your form since the moment you stepped outside. This, of course, didn’t slip El’s notice, and she gave him a sharp smack to the chest and a faux disapproving look. He at least had the decency to offer an apologetic smile as she shook her head in amusement before walking back towards the house.

“Y’all kids stay out of trouble, y’ hear?” She called from the door.

“Of course! We’re leaving all the trouble here, with Jim,” You giggled. Leonard just scoffed, reaching out to pull you against him once the door closed.

“You look gorgeous, sweetheart,” His hands settled on your hips, lips turned up in that criminally adorable little half-smile that had your heart skipping a beat.

“Nowhere near as gorgeous as you, Leo,” You replied. His smile turned into a full-fledged grin before he leaned down to claim your lips in a kiss. You melted against him as he deepened the kiss, silently requesting entrance with a drag of his tongue across your lower lip. You opened up to him without hesitation, your tongue dancing with his as the heat grew between you. He finally had to pull back for air, tugging at your lip before moving to your neck.

“Why don’t we forget whatever it was you had planned,” He nipped softly below your ear. “Just park the truck in this spot I know,” You had to bite your lip to keep from moaning as he trailed kisses back down your neck. “Let me peel these off of you,” His hand dropped to play at the edge of your shorts. You ran your hands up his chest and into his hair, tugging on the roots.

“As tempting as that sounds, Doctor McCoy,” He groaned and pulled you even tighter against him as you reached into your back pocket. “I’d really hate to waste these tickets,” He pulled back, eyes widening as he read the name of the festival.

“How the hell-” Anxiety tickled at the back of your mind at his less than enthusiastic response.

“I managed to pull a few strings,” You said, shrugging. Leonard still looked skeptical, and you had a feeling it was the southern gentleman in him rebelling against the idea of you doing things for him. “Don’t get too excited though, they’re just general admission, we still have to fight to get good seats,” He finally broke out in a grin, wiping out any worries about him not liking the surprise in an instant. His lips slammed into yours, the goofy grin still present. Leonard took the tickets from you and set them on the seat of the truck before his hands resumed their exploration of your body. His lips never left yours as he moved, the kiss dripping with love and affection, and it quickly grew heated. You finally had to pull back, albeit reluctantly. “We really do need to go, it’s a bit of a drive to get there, and I’d really like to get decent seats,”

“How far is a bit?” He asked, grabbing the tickets to look at the venue. “Athens. That is a ways away,” He stepped aside, gesturing dramatically towards the seat. “After you, sweetheart,” You hopped into the truck with a grin, sliding across the bench seats to lean against Leonard when he got in. He placed a kiss on your forehead and intertwined his fingers with yours. You settled into a comfortable silence as he drove, broken only by the occasional story connected to places you passed. His thumb stroked your knuckles soothingly, and you were nearly drifting off as you finally pulled up to the gate. “Damn it,” Leonard huffed in frustration as he tried to find a parking spot. While the crowd wasn’t monumentally large, it was still enough to fill a football stadium, so naturally, parking was a nightmare. By the time you managed to make it to the entrance, the first band was already on-stage, and the only place you could find a spot to sit was at the very edge of the lawn. Still, Leonard already seemed to be enjoying himself, so you weren’t too bothered. The musicians themselves were actually pretty impressive, and two hours passed in the blink of an eye; most of it spent with his arms wrapped around you from behind, swaying subtly to the music.

“Hey, Leo?” You extricated yourself from his embrace as one of the bands finished their set. “I’m gonna go get a drink, you want anything?�� He shook his head, pulling you back against him and stealing a kiss.

“I’m good, thank you,” He murmured against your lips.

“Well how am I supposed to leave now?” You joked, leaning up to kiss him again before you turned and headed in the direction of the concession stand. Annoyingly, the crowd around you was extremely dense, and you had to duck and dodge your way through them. You barely made it ten feet when you heard the sound of a fist impacting someone’s nose behind you, followed by a surprised yelp. You spun on your feet, intending to help whomever the cry belonged to, but it seemed everyone around you had other plans. You had almost given up when the attacker’s voice rose above the crowd.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face around here, Leonard McCoy,” Ice flooded your veins, and you began to shove your way through the unyielding crowd. The voice was female, leaving only one potential identity for the attacker. You finally managed to break through, rushing forward to put yourself between Leonard and the woman. “Get on up outta here, this is private business between me and my husband,”

“Ex.” You turned away from her, ignoring her disbelieving sputtering as you dropped to your knees beside Leonard.

“Excuse me? Just who the hell do you think you are?!”

“Are you okay?” You asked as you handed him a few napkins. He gave you a thumbs up, too preoccupied with trying to staunch the flow of blood from his nose to actually respond before a hand came down on your shoulder.

“Bitch, I asked you a fucking question,” She tried to yank you backward, but you shrugged out of her grip with ease. “Who the fuck are you?” Growing annoyed, you stood to your feet. She stood maybe 4 inches taller than you, with dark auburn hair and brown eyes. You offered her your hand, not in the least bit intimidated.

“Lieutenant Commander (Y/n) (Y/L/N), Chief Security Officer of the flagship USS Enterprise, and girlfriend of one Leonard McCoy. Judging by your peachy personality, you must be Jocelyn. Pleasure to meet you and all but, unless you take a step back and leave us alone, I will not hesitate to put you on your ass.” Her mouth fell open and closed in outrage before she lunged at you with an animalistic screech. You dodged her easily, which only served to piss her off even more. She spun back around and ran towards you again. With the crowd of nosy patrons blocking your path, you had no choice but to brace yourself in a defensive stance as she got closer. You managed to block the first wild swing of her arm, but the second connected with your face, her nails digging deep into the skin. Ignoring the stinging pain, you grabbed her wrist as she swung again and twisted it sharply, forcing her to the ground.

“You bitch!” You let her go, turning to walk away as she continued to cuss up a storm. “She broke my fucking wrist!” The crowd had started to disperse, mumbles of “Just another drunk fight” could be heard all around as they ignored Jocelyn’s hollering.

“It’s not broken, just sprained!” You called back, but she was too busy yelling for “Someone grab that whore!” to pay you any mind. “C’mon, baby. Let’s get you out of here,” You helped Len to his feet, letting him drape an arm over your shoulder as you guided him to the exit gate. You were both silent as you made your way out to the truck. Leonard tried to argue when you dropped the tailgate and sat him down on it, but his bleeding nose forced him to plop down with a frustrated ‘hmph.’ “I’m gonna call and let El and them know what’s happened,” He nodded in acknowledgment, once again holding his nose with a napkin. It only took a couple of seconds before Mrs. McCoy’s voice came through the communicator.

“YN?” You cringed slightly, trying to figure out the best way to explain the situation.

“Hey, El. Um so, we ran into Jocelyn here at the festival, and uh, we had a bit of a scrap. We’re fine though, just uh…wanted to let you know before word got around.” You could hear the scrape of chairs in the background as Donna and Jim overheard your call.

“Oh my god, are you sure everything’s okay?” You looked back at Leonard, who was still holding his nose.

“Yeah, I mean, Leonard’s nose might be broken-”

“I’m fine!” He called, though the nasal tone of his voice didn’t really help his case.

“-And I’ve got some scratches, but she was too drunk to do any real damage,”

“What about her?” Jim’s voice came through the speaker. You cringed hard, knowing what was coming.

“I uh…well….I mean, she swung first…..”

“(Y/n) what did you do?” You sighed in defeat.

“I sprained her wrist,”

“That’s it? Ow!” Jim’s shout was followed by a sharp smack, so it wasn’t too hard to deduce what had happened. “I mean, glad to hear you guys are okay!” You shook your head, a small smile playing at your lips.

“Thanks, Jim. I’m gonna see if Len needs to go to the hospital about his nose, and then I’ll let yall know when we’re on our way back, okay?” You said, reaching behind the truck seat to grab the medkit Leonard had squirreled away.

“Alright, talk to you then. Drive safe!” Eleanora said before the line went dead. You shut the door and headed back around, opening the medkit on the way.

“Alright, let’s take a looksy,” You had barely made it around the back when the med kit was pulled out of your arms. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“My nose is fine, it’s stopped bleeding, unlike those scratches,” He said, pointing with one hand and rooting around in the medkit with the other. You brought your hand up to your face and hmm’d in surprise when it came back covered in dark red.

“I guess her nails were longer than I thought,” You said as you hopped up onto the tailgate. Leonard shook his head as he pulled what he needed to clean the scratches out. You closed your eyes as he tilted your face up and got to work. The silence let your mind begin to wander, and you became aware of the music in the background. Guilt washed over you as you realized that you were missing out on at least a third of the festival. “Sorry we had to leave early,” He paused in his movements, waiting until you opened your eyes to respond.

“You get attacked by my ex-wife, and yet you’re the one apologizing to me? She must have hit you harder than I thought,” He ghosted a smile when you rolled your eyes at him.

“Very funny. We wouldn’t have run into her if I hadn’t-”

“Did you become a psychic and didn’t tell me? Darlin’ there’s no way you could have known she’d be here,” He resumed his task, and you closed your eyes, returning to your thoughts. He was right, it wasn’t something anyone could have anticipated. Still, you had wanted this to be perfect for him, and being forced to leave was about as far from perfect as you could get. “I don’t have a dermal regen with me, so I’m going to have to stitch it the old-fashioned way,” He said as you heard him rummage around in the kit again. You huffed in frustration. Sure, Len had the steadiest hands this side of the galaxy, but that didn’t make it any less painful.

“Sure you can’t just kiss it and make it better?” You joked, trying not to wince as he started on the first stitch.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I wish I could,” If you weren’t so preoccupied with trying to be still you would have noticed the tightness in his voice, and if you’d have had your eyes open you would have seen the way his jaw clenched with every whimper you tried to suppress. Mercifully, he only had a few stitches to do, so it was over quickly. “Alright, you’re all done,” With the worst part over, you instantly picked up Leonard’s tone, and as he moved to clean everything up, you reached out and placed a hand on his arm.

“Leo?” He said nothing, just continued putting things back in the medkit. “I really am sorry this happened-”

“If anyone should be apologizing,” He snapped the lid closed, still avoiding your eyes. “It’s-”

“If you say ‘me’, I will actually break your nose,” He looked over at you, mouth open to argue but you continued before he could speak. “See, if I’m not allowed to blame myself, then neither are you. You’re not the one who started the fight, there’s nothing you could have done to help, and you damn sure didn’t force me to come on shore leave with you,” You hopped down from the tailgate and walked closer to wrap your arms around his neck; ensuring that he would be looking in your eyes as you spoke your next words. His hands fell to your hips as he let you finish. “There is nowhere in the entire universe I’d rather be than by your side, and a few scratches can’t even begin to compare to the thought of not having you in my life.” You choked on the last word, and Leonard pulled you into his chest, burying his face in your hair.

“How do you always know exactly what I need to hear?” He murmured. He didn’t bother trying to hide the tremors in his voice as he held you close. You held each other for a short while longer before you pulled back to offer a smile. Leonard released a deep breath, a faint smile gracing his own features as he rested his forehead against yours.

“C’mon, McCoy. Let’s get you home.”

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xxew-pineapplezxx · 5 years ago

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Argument with Got7 before tour pt. 2 ~Hyung Line

Sorry this took so long. Love you all!!! Maknae line will be up some time today!!!

Mark

You made you way down the hall of the arena hearing the guy’s music blasting. You tried to get in contact with Mark, but he seemed to be so busy.This is when you decided to just show up and see him in person.

You ended up just chilling in the back watching them do the concert from one of the screens that projected the boys. When you seen Mark you couldn't help but smile, but you could tell he was off.Clearly what you guys went through was still bothering him.

Could that be why he hadn't texted or called you back?

You shook the thought and just kept watching until the concert was done. Once finished you made your way back to the dressing room ready to just embrace Mark.

You peeked around the corner looking around for him but didn't see him. This made you walk into the room with a confused face.

”Hey guys!” You said giving them all a smile. They turned back at you with wide smiles.

”Y/n!” They all sang running over and hugging you.

”When did you get here?” Bam asked keeping you close. He was one of you best friends out of the guys. You two would talk for hours on hours. So he knew what was up.

”I think I got here when the concert was first starting. Not 100% sure though.” You replied looking further into the room.

That’s when you seen Mark sitting in the corner wiping off his makeup. You let go of Bam smiling at him before walking over to Mark.

“Need any help?” You asked him but he didn’t reply. He just grabbed another wipe and continued to clean off his face.

“Mark please talk to me…”

“Guys we should leave.” Jackson chimed in grabbing a few of the guys and pushing them towards the door. You gave him a smile, thankful for him.

“Babe,” You reaches for his shoulder and he stood up walking over to the trash.

“If you want me to talk to you it’s not going to be nice.” He finally said taking off his wet shirt and throwing it on the chair. He grabbed his other clothes and started to get grabbed again.

“I’m honestly not expecting you to like me at the moment.” You said to him watching his every move.

He stopped and looked at you just taking you all in. “You got in today?” He asked softly.

You nodded you head scratching your arm. “I had to take my stuff to the hotel but then I came right here for the concert.”

“How did you get a ticket?”

“I got one far in the back of the stadium. I wasn’t going to come back here but I couldn’t help it. You didn’t look happy on stage like usual.”

“That’s because I wasn’t.”

You licked your lips while crossing your arms. You knew why he wasn’t happy but didn’t know how to address it the proper way.

“Why, though?” You asked him. He turned away from you taking off his belt. He didn’t even look like he was going to answer. He was clearly not happy with you.

“Thanks for coming to the show.”

“Mark!”

“Y/n!” He turned and looked at you. You grabbed the shirt he had taken off and threw it at him, it landing on his face.

He stood there with this shirt still in the same place. It was quiet in the room before he broke out laughing.

You made a face, brow raised walking over toward him. What the hell was he doing?

”Mark…” You asked reaching out towards him. You jumped back when he took the shirt off his head smiling at you. ”what the hell is wrong with you?”

He smiled wide at you. ”You really think I'm still mad at you? Shit, you really thought I didn't know you were here at the concert?”

”Who told you?” You asked pushing him slightly.

”Mina, ” He said plain and simple. You watched him as he continued to do what he was doing.

The girl he was talking about was in charge of getting tickets for family members and such. She helped you out to get you a ticket for the show. Even though you told her not to, she managed to tell Mark you were coming.

”So your not mad at me anymore?” You looked at him and he glanced back at you shaking his head.

”No, Y/n I'm not mad at you.” He told you. You moved close and wrapped your arms around him hugging him tightly.

”I'm sorry I was a jerk booty.”

Mark chuckled turning around and looking at you, “A jerk booty indeed. But I love you so I’m not ready to just give up on you yet. “

You smiled wide getting on your tippy toes. “Kisses?” You asked him missing his lips.

With no reply, he leaned down and kissed you softly.

“I missed your ass!” You whispered.

He reached down and patted you butt.

“I missed your ass too.”

Jaebeom

You held your phone close to your ear as you walked out of the airport. You had been trying to get in contact with Jaebeom for what seemed like years, but only had been for a few days. You had made the decision to confront him in person.

After the fight, when you came to the airport to see him off he paid you no mind. Actually he straight up told you he wanted nothing to do with you. So now, after calling him non-stop, you were heading to where they were practicing.

You made sure to put on one of his favorite outfits. You wanted to catch his attention, even if he didn’t speak. You just missed him and just wanted to be with him again. You wanted everything perfect again.

After what seemed like a long ass wait, you were pulling into the lot they were practicing at. You checked to make sure it was the right place before stepping out of the car and fixing your skin tight dress. You slowly made you way to the front door and was greeted by one of the crew members.

After a long talk and a bit of persuasion, you were led down to the hall to the practice room. Before you opened the door you grabbed your phone calling JB again. When he didn’t answer you opened the door and everyone looked back at you.

You gave a great smile but that quickly ended when Jaebeom turned away from you and looked at the time. He grabbed the remote from BamBam and started the music up again. This only made your brows furrow as you let a great gasp escape your lips.

The guys looked back and forth between you and Jae before deciding it wasn't good to get in between. They filed out of the room leaving you and Jaebeom there alone. He kept dancing though, not paying you any mind.

You walked over to him and kicked off your shoes. If he wasn’t going to pay you any attention you were going to dance with him. You started to do the choreography but you put you own spin on it, literally.

On the parts you didn’t remember you would just spun around him until it got to the part you did. He eventually just stopped watching you make up the dance as you went.

When you heard laughter you stopped dancing and looked at Jb who had been laughing. You squented your eyes looked at him.

“How dare you stand there and laugh at me?” You asked just watching him.

He stopped laughing and raised a brow. You both just looked at each other not saying anything. What was there to say anyways. You had come to apologize but seeing him right there you felt like you couldn’t.

Jaebeom walked over to you and grabbed your waist pulling you close. He leans his head against your still looking you in the eyes. “I’m mad at you.”

“I know you are. You didn’t answer any of your calls or text.” You closed your eyes taking a deep breath but began to cough regretting it. “ You stink!”

Your tried to push away from him but he kept you closer.

“Jae!” You screamed doing your best to move backwards. When you broke free he started to chase you around the studio. All was peachy until you tripped only making him fall onto you.

You both made ‘oof’ as your bodies collided. He looked you in the eyes before leaving down and pecking your lips. He did it once more before lingering his lips on your the last time. The soft kiss you two began to shard slowly turned into something else.

It took Jae pulling himself off of you to stop what you guys started.

“Sorry,” He mumbled sitting beside you. He watched both of your reflections in the mirror, a small smile danced across his lips. “You came all this way because I would reply to your calls or text?”

“Not even my damn emails!” You both couldn’t help but to start laughing. Jb shook his head looking over at you.

“I read all of your text and listened to all of your voicemails.” He said softly leaning his head against his arm. You looked him in the eyes and he smiled at you sweetly.

“Why didn’t you answer?” He looking away, looking at you throw the mirror. You hoped he had an actual good reason other then hating you. You still felt bad about what happened the night before he left for tour.

The room fell silent, you staring up at the ceiling praying he’d answer you soon. You were scared about what he was going to say. The response couldn’t possibly be a good once considering the fact that he hasn’t said anything yet.

Jb cleared his throat leaning back against the floor. “ Honestly, I was going to break up with you. I felt like the way you acted wasn't needed and yet you did it anyways. You broke my heart. You made me mad and it was worse than it had ever been. You accused me of something that I wouldn’t ever do… Especially to you!”

You could clearly hear the pain in his voice as he spoke. You sat up crossing your legs and facing him. You tried to figure out the best thing to say. The best possible way to make things better. You betrayed his trust by not trusting him. The only thing you could’ve said was…

“I’m sorry, Jae.” You could feel your eyes start to burn as you looked at him. “I didn’t mean to make you feel shitty. Shit I didn’t mean to make you feel any less of yourself. I never want to doubt or not trust you. I was just so fucking angry that you wouldn’t even pay attention to me. It was supposed to be me and you that night. And I made it so it was just you than me. I wanted you to come back home.”

“Then why didn’t you just call me and ask?”

“I did! I called you a few times that night and that’s why I came to the airport.” The practice room grew quiet once again as Jaebeom sat up.

“Bam had my phone that night and said that no one called me or even texted.” He clenched his jaw shaking his head. “I could kill that boy.”

“So that’s why you didn’t want me there? Because you thought I wasn’t trying to contact you that night?” You looked at him feeling your heart break even more.

“I thought wrong, clearly.” He let out a deep breath of air. “I guess I didn’t trust you either. I’m sorry for pushing you away.”

You smiled wide and moved to his lap wrapping your arms around him. “ I love you so freaking much!”

“I love you too…” He whispered, resting his forehead on yours taking in your scent. A smile appeared on his face as he pulled away. “Let me finish practice then we can hang out the rest of the night, yeah?”

You nodded your head in agreement and was about to get up when JB stopped you. He leaned in and pecked your lips which only made you smile.

“Hurry up and practice,” You started, hand patting his chest. “ Maybe we can have a little fun later.” you winked at him and moved off of his lap before he could hold you tighter. You grabbed you shoes letting out a giggle as he groaned out in playful agony.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you walked out of the room. You were happy that you and him were on good terms again. Thinking that only made you smile wider.

Never again.

Jackson

“We love you all so much. Honestly we wouldn’t have made it to where we are right now if it wasn’t for you! Ahgase! We love you so much!” Jackson screamed into the mic as the gave their closing speech for the night. You stood watching from a monitor with a wide smile on your face. You were more and more in love with him every second of the day.

“We hope everyone enjoyed themselves and will get home safely!” Youngjae said as they all waved them goodbye. Music started playing again and the guys all ran off stage. You held your hand out high fiving all of them but your hand fell when Jackson walked right passed you.

You sighed and quickly followed behind him. “Jackson can I talk to you please?” If he wasn’t going to really accept you then it was time to get right to business.

Jackson turned around looking at you. He looked at one of the staff and smiled. “ I’ll be in the change soon, give me one moment please.” He asked with a smile. They nodded and walked away to help the other guys. Jackson looked at you with his arms crossed.

“How can I help you?”

“Well first, I’m sorry about what happened. I know you wanted the night to be special before you left for tour and I ruined that.”

“Majorly,” Jackson added making you roll your eyes.

“Look, Jackson, I didn’t come here to fight with you again. I want to make it right.” There was slight plead in your voice. You guys had talked every now and then but it just wasn’t the same. You craved him and your regular relationship. The one you both were in currently was complete bullshit!

“ I mean, can I be frank with you?”

“No. but you can be Jackson!” You started laughing but quickly stopped when he didn’t start laughing with you. “Oh come on! You know that was a good one, babe!”

“Right now isn’t the best time for jokes, Y/n” You shake your head letting out a scoff.

“ Who is this asshole who took over my boyfriend’s body?” Jackson glared at you for a second before rubbing his face.

“ I’m just tired so can we please hurry this up?”

“Jackson I’m trying to apologise to you and your not being very nice at all!”

“And now you know how it feels, huh? Being pushed away when all you want is to be close to the person you love!? People lose people every fucking day and you pushed me away, Y/n!”

You stood there listening to him. He was right, you were mean the last time you guys were together, but you also expressed to him what your expectations were for that night.

“ I didn’t mean to push you away, I just wanted to relax with you and cuddle!”

“Yeah and a simple cuddle turned into you telling me that I don’t listen when clearly I do!” He raised his voice slightly as every word passed his lips. He was right, you shouldn’t have gone that far.

“I’m sorry, okay?” You said eyes begging him to see that, but that wasn’t the case. Jackson shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He looked away from you rubbing his hands over his face. “ What is it going to take for you to forgive me, huh? Do you want me to beg on my knees? Do you want to make a fool of me and go out in front of the crowd that still there and tell them how I’m a horrible girlfriend who in fact doesn’t deserve you? What the hell do you want from me!”

You couldn’t help but scream at the end. You were tired of how he had been treating you. How he acted like you didn’t matter anymore. Even though you were trying your hardest to fix the problem at hand, he wasn;t making things easier for either of you.

“You want to know what you can do for me?” You nodded your head quickly. You didn’t even care what it was that needed to be done. You were willing to do anything and just about everything to get him back in your life. For things to go back to the way they were before this whole thing.

“I want…” He started then began to smirk at you.”I want to redo that whole week. If you are willing to start that week over, then you and I can fix what was broken and go back to our regular relationship!”

“Fine!” Jackson choked not expecting you to actually agree. He scratched his head looking at you with wide eyes.

“What do you mean by, ‘Fine’?” He asked you, breath getting hitched in his throat.

“Let’s do it. I will let you do anything and everything you want for the week. I was planning on staying here for two weeks anyways so this will just make it easier to do whatever you want to me.”

From the look on Jackson’s face, you already knew he didn’t expect you to agree with him. But you were desperate. You wanted to be with him even more now that you were standing in front of him again. You missed what you two had.

“So are we starting tonight?” He asked you slowly just wanting to know what you were going to say. You looked at him shrugging your shoulders.

“Yeah that’s fine. Give me your hotel room key and I will get everything set up for you.” He was still shocked about how you were acting. He moved towards you placing on hand on your waist to pull you in. He leaned down close enough to take you in.

“Are you sure you want to do this again? I mean you know how things turned out the last time. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this for me. You’ve proven yourself already.”

You laughed closing the gap between then, kissing his lips gently. “ I want to do anything that makes you happy. I love you and I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the whole fucking world.” You smiled brightly at him and Jackson couldn’t help but return the smile.

“If you let me go change, then you and I could get ready to go back to the hotel together.”

You shake your head holding out your hand. “ Give me the room key. I want to surprise you when you get back to the room. Just have the hotel give you another key or get management to get you a new one.”

Jackson made a face at you, a smirk coming to him lips. “ Well I guess I will see you later at the hotel?”

“That’s what I said! Thanks for being a good listener.” You winked at him and this only made him laugh.

“ Your so crazy, I love you.” Jackson started looking you in your eyes. You couldn;t believe you were the lucky one who got him. You got to call him yours and even come home to him if he wasn’t on tour or practicing. Jackson was your whole world and you didn;t know how to function without him.

“ And also, I forgive you.”

Jinyoung

You stood staring at your phone. You and Jinyoung had agreed to facetime with each other. You were both well aware of the time zone differences, so you wanted to make sure you were talking at a perfect timing. The thing is, you and him didn't really talk about what happened. It wasn’t that you didn’t want too, it was that everytime you would bring the subject up, he would skip it over even tell you that he needed to go.

This time it wasn’t going to work.

Though you both had decided to talk today, you knew what would happen. So currently you sat in the lobby of the hotel. You were just waiting for him to say he wasn’t available to talk about it. You were just going to storm up to his room and talk about it face to face!

You also wanted to take this as an opportunity to show off your body. You had lost a bit of weight while he was gone. You kept on doing the plan even though he told you not too. There was no real reason for you two not too. You were in fact being lazy at that moment and felt like it didn’t even matter.

You let out a harsh sigh as you waited. It seemed like it took forever before your phone started going off. You looked at the screen and smiled seeing the pet name you came up with for him. Taking a deep breath, you hit the accept button and smiled wide seeing the man you love.

“Hey, babe!” You said, voice cheerful. Jinyoung smiled at you, but looked away seeming distracted.”Is this the best time to call?”

He looked back at the camera shaking his head. “ Yeah, I’m just waiting for my dinner to arrive. How have you been? Are you about to get ready for work?”

You shook your head. “ Nah, I’m staying home for today. I haven’t really been feeling well.”

He looked away from you again smiling at whomever was in the room. This only made you frown.

“I thought you said you were going to be alone today.”

“I am,” He started still not looking at you. “ I’m looking at the TV.

You rolled your eyes. “ Then turn the damn television off and focus on me! I’m sure whatever you’re watching will come on again!”

Jinyoung looked up at you with a raised brow. “ Are you really going to be like that? I mean right now I’m talking to you. Isn’t that enough?”

“No, it actually isn’t enough. I wait day and night for you to call and when you do your either distracted or you want to go to sleep. You talking to me right now is nothing compared to what we’ve done previously on the phone and even in person.” You stood up from the table you were sitting at and walked to the elevator.

“So what the hell do you want me to do, huh? You have my attention right now Y/n!” He sat up looking at you with wide eyes. He didn’t understand your complaint. Shit he didn’t even know why you were complaining.

You stepped into the elevator and pushed his floor. “Jinyoung I’m so tired of you making me feel like I’m nothing when I try my hardest to be the best for you everyday.”

The elevator sighed and you stepped off slowly walking down the hall. “I can’t do this anymore.” You hung up the phone leaving him staring at his phone in confusion. He didn’t understand where this was coming from or why.

You walked down the hall and stood in front of his door. You thought about it for a bit before knocking on the door. When there was no answer you began to bang on the door.

Jinyoung got up and opened the door. His face went from being pissed to confused as you stood there with tears and pain in your eyes.

“What the hell? When the hell did you get here?”

“That’s doesn’t matter. Why can’t you just love me like you use too, huh? Why do you push me away. I’ve been working hard while you are on tour. I lost so much fucking weight and I’ve been doing the plan! I haven’t been lazy and you still don’t recognize or act like you care!”

“Babe, I-“ He moved toward you but you moved back.

“No!” You screamed placing you hand on you chest. “I didn’t come here to fight. I wanted to make up. I wanted us to fix everything.”

Jinyoung nodded his head. “I agree. I want to do the same thing baby.” He moved towards you again and you back again.

“I shouldn’t have came.” You said regretting it. You turned and started walking away down the hall to the elevator. This wasn’t supposed to be another fight. You guys were supposed to make up and go on with your relationship. That’s not what was happening.

You almost reached the elevator when you felt a gentle pull on your arm. You looked back to see Jinyoung standing there, cheeks stained with tears.

“I’ve missed you…” He began moving closer to you. “I don’t deserve you. I shouldn’t have done what I did that night. I should’ve stayed and we worked it out right then and there.”

He let you go and dropped to his knees, bowing to you.

“I screwed us up and I didn’t mean to. I’m a dick for doing that to you. I don’t deserve to be called a man for leaving you that night alone. I should’ve stayed and been there for you! I don’t deserve you!”

You could hear him crying. You looked down at him as you own eyes started to water. You got in your knees running your fingers through his hair.

“Babe,” You started making him look up at you. He was about to look back down but you stopped him making him look at you. “I love you.”

Jinyoung’s eyes began to tear even more as his lips quivered. “I don’t deserve you! I’m so fucking sorry!”

“I’m sorry.” You said wiping his tears. You own now falling. You both sat there a crying mess. You couldn’t help but throw your arms around the man you love. You knew he didn’t mean what happened. The things he said were out of stress and concern of the days to come.

You both finally settled down leaning against the hallway walls. After what felt like hours of crying you both sat there in a comfortable silence. You looked down at Jinyoung’s hand and placed your on top of it. He looked at you and gave a slight smile.

“You know I love you, right?” He whispered, linking your fingers with his. You nodded and moved closer putting your head on his shoulder.

“Can we not fight like that ever again?” You asked him wanting it all to just end. He leaned in and kissed you gently, resting his head on you forehead.

“Of course.”

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Which One? Ji Soo - Part 6

Genre: Coffee Shop!AU

Pairing: Ji Soo x You

Warnings: Use of the word ‘Soccer.’ I know non-Americans hate it, and I apologize. But I am American. What can I say? 🤷‍♀️ Oh, and also mentions of alcohol.

Prologue, Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, Epilogue | Words: 3,951

“Go out?” you asked, your own voice sounding foreign to your ears. It was a bit squeakier than normal, but... what about this situation was normal?

Ji Soo, a very handsome coffee shop owner, had just asked you out.

I mean, you’re pretty sure he was asking you out!

And, like... you couldn’t stress enough just how handsome he was.

So... definitely not your average Saturday night.

“Yeah,” Ji Soo assured you with a nod. “Go out. Like... get dinner? Or see a movie?”

Yeah, he was asking you out.

But there was just one thing stopping you from saying ‘yes’ immediately.

“Do you... have time to go out?”

Ji Soo chuckled softly, his lips tilting into a half-grin. “I, uh -- I asked Joo Hyuk to cover for me tomorrow night. Last Sunday was pretty slow. I guess people don’t want all that caffeine before they have to wake up on Monday morning.”

Oh, wow, that made your heart flutter. He had prepared for this and everything!

You opened your mouth to say that you would love to go out with him tomorrow night, but -- you stopped yourself.

Because there was just one problem.

“I... actually already have plans tomorrow night,” you said, your brow furrowing. “There’s a game at 7, and I have season tickets, so --”

“A game?” Ji Soo asked. He was clearly confused by what you’d just told him. “Season tickets? What kind of game?”

You weren’t surprised by how surprised he sounded. You were kind of a technology geek, so why on Earth would you enjoy sports?

“Soccer,” you explained with a tiny smile. “The Tigers. I have season tickets. My dad passed down his love of the game to me, and one of the first things I bought with my first real paycheck was a season pass.”

The expression on Ji Soo’s face was still one of confusion, but now there was some amusement mixed in there. “Huh,” he nodded. “Soccer. I had no idea.”

For a split second, you felt bad because you had to turn him down... but then you suddenly had an idea. You gasped slightly, your eyebrows shooting halfway up your forehead.

“Do you want to come with me?” you asked excitedly. “I can see if the seat next to me is open.”

Ji Soo also raised his eyebrows, and you thought maybe he would decline, but the grin tugging at his lips gave you hope. “Yeah? Yeah, of course, I would love to come. That sounds awesome, actually.”

Your heart fluttered for probably the ten thousandth time tonight, and you had to bite your lip to keep from smiling like the biggest goofball.

“It starts at 7,” you told him, clutching your laptop to your chest. “Should I pick you up here at 6? We can get food at the stadium.”

Ji Soo slid his hands into his pockets, and even though you couldn’t be absolutely sure, you had an inkling that the expression on his face was just as hopeful and giddy as yours.

“That sounds good,” he nodded. “I’ll be waiting outside right at 6. I know how you like to be on time.”

Oh, boy. First, he had prepared ahead of time to go on a date with you. And now he was promising to be on time because he knew that’s what you like?

The date wasn’t for another 21 hours, but you were already labeling it The Best Date Ever.

“Yes, I do,” you agreed with a soft laugh. “You’re right.”

“You should probably get used to saying that, by the way,” he said casually, taking one hand out of his pocket and reaching out to open your car door for you.

“Saying what?”

“You just said I was right,” he clarified. “You should get used to saying that because I’m right 99.9% of the time.”

You shot him a look which clearly said ‘Oh, yeah, right.’

“It’s true!” he argued, his eyebrows raised earnestly. “You’ll see, it really is true.”

You turned and ducked into your car, setting your laptop on the passenger seat and your bag down on the floor. “Okay, whatever you say,” you sighed, biting back a playful smirk.

“Drive safely,” he said as he leaned slightly against your open door. “Let me know when you get home?”

“I live less than ten minutes away,” you reminded him, chuckling softly but also awkwardly. It had just been such a long time since anyone besides Jane had made a request like that.

“Yeah... but still. Let me know.”

“I will,” you assured him with a nod. And just before you got into your car, you added a quiet, “See you tomorrow.”

Once you were fully and safely seated behind the wheel, Ji Soo gently closed your door and stepped back to allow you to reverse out of the parking spot. He stayed there as you drove away, lifting up one hand in a wave as you pulled out of the lot.

Oh, boy.

Oh, boy, oh, boy.

A date.

Tomorrow.

With Ji Soo.

Obviously, the first thing you did after you got home -- besides texting Ji Soo about your safe arrival, of course -- was call Jane.

You had barely gotten a whole sentence out before her high-pitched squeals filled the air. And your ear canal. You literally had to pull your phone away to protect your eardrum.

“I TOLD YOU!” she cried. “Didn’t I tell you?!”

“Yes, you told me,” you sighed, remembering just the other day when Ji Soo said ‘I told you so’ about your car troubles.

...Okay, now that you thought about it, Ji Soo and Jane were almost eerily similar. They both loved to tease you, they both were quick to point out when they were right, they were both incredibly kind and sweet, they both made you laugh, and... they both made you feel good about yourself.

When they weren’t embarrassing you, of course.

No wonder Jane had been able to predict the course of events between you and Ji Soo. They were practically the same person!

“And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed,” you told her as you held back a huge, goofy grin.

“Gotta get some beauty rest before the big day tomorrow,” Jane squealed. “Not that you need it, but it’s always a plus to use a little less concealer. Night!”

“Good night, Jane,” you murmured affectionately before hanging up the phone.

After you got ready for bed, you settled in under the covers and got out your phone to look for Ji Soo’s ticket for the game tomorrow. Even if you couldn’t find one right next to you, you could trade yours out and find two together easily enough.

Just as you pulled up the ticket app, though, you got an Instagram notification.

TheMugShop (The Mug Coffee) is now following you.

Ooooooh.

You hastily pressed the banner alert, and your phone switched over to the Instagram app, heading straight to TheMugShop’s profile. First things first, you clicked ‘Follow back’ right away. They only had three followers so far (most likely Ji Soo, Joo Hyuk, and now you), but you were sure that would change fairly quickly.

Their bio read:

The Mug, your favorite locally-owned coffee shop. ☕️ 7a - 9p

all photos taken by @yourusername

And, to your surprise, there was already a picture posted. It was the picture you and Ji Soo had edited together tonight, one of a green tea latte since it was your beverage of choice (and because the green color was just so pretty) so you quickly clicked on it.

The caption made you both roll your eyes and laugh out loud.

“🍵❤️we like you a latte ❤️🍵come visit from 7-9 and try our green tea latte, a customer favorite”

You would bet five bucks Ji Soo had come up with that. You’d have to remember to ask him tomorrow.

Here’s a question for you:

Why are dates always in the evening?

Most of the time, people are nervous to go on a date. Especially a first date.

So, why would you subject yourself to going through almost the whole day waiting to meet up? Why would you spend hours and hours in anxiety? Why didn’t people just say ‘Hey, let’s meet for breakfast’?

Maybe you would start a new trend. Morning dates!

Except it was too late now. You’d bought a ticket for Ji Soo for the game tonight, and you couldn’t very well change the kickoff time.

If tonight went well, you would bring it up for a second date. Although, you weren’t sure when a second date would happen. Ji Soo worked at the coffee shop every single day from 7-9 -- or at least, for now. They couldn’t afford to pay you to take pictures for them, so surely they couldn’t afford to pay a part-time employee.

To be honest, though... you didn’t care. You were more than happy to just go to the shop, have a drink, and see Ji Soo, even if just for a few minutes at a time.

But you were getting a little ahead of yourself.

You would see how tonight went and then start worrying about the future.

Somehow -- some way -- you managed to get through the better part of the day without freaking out. You cleaned up the rest of your place since you’d cleaned up your kitchen yesterday, and that alone successfully distracted you for most of the morning and afternoon.

Plus, you kept busy keeping up with the Tigers on Instagram, watching videos of them getting ready to play and getting hyped for the game.

By 5:45 that evening, you were all set and ready to go, donning your team jersey with your favorite player’s name and number on the back, as usual.

You were semi-fine -- meaning not extremely nervous -- until you turned into The Mug’s parking lot and saw Ji Soo waiting by the entrance for you.

Oh, god.

When you pulled up to the front, Ji Soo lifted a hand and grinned at you. He opened the passenger door once you stopped and slid into the seat.

“Hey,” he greeted, sounding far less nervous than you felt at the moment.

“Hello,” you replied. Since you were behind the wheel, you had an excuse not to look over at him. You’d basically seen him as he’d stood outside the shop, and you could tell he looked extra good tonight. You weren’t sure how that was possible, but... apparently, it was.

“How are you?” he asked as he reached back to grab his seat belt.

“I’m excited for the game,” you told him. You decided to leave off the fact you were nervous for the date.

“You’re not nervous for the date?” he asked. You didn’t even need to look over at him to know he was smirking.

Of course. Of course, he knew what you were thinking. He was your best friend in male form!

You felt your cheeks warming as a shy smile tugged at your lips, and you shook your head slightly in disbelief. “Well, yes,” you admitted. “But it’ll be fun.”

“Yeah? I’ve never been to a game before, so I’m curious.”

“Wait, really? You’ve never been to a game?”

“Nope.”

“Like any soccer game?”

“Any soccer game,” he confirmed with a chuckle. “Joo Hyuk has, but apparently, it takes a pretty girl to convince me.”

Awesome. Not even five minutes into the date, and you were already blushing wildly.

“They’re really fun,” you assured him, trying to hide a shy grin. “I mean, I think they’re really fun. Obviously. Hopefully, you’ll have a good time.”

“Oh, yeah. I think I will. I had a good time when we were editing a picture, so I definitely think I’ll have a good time tonight. As long as you’re there.”

Okay, you couldn’t hide your shy grin any longer, and you could feel Ji Soo’s eyes on you.

Judging by the car ride alone, you were in trouble tonight. If Ji Soo kept saying things like that, you were pretty sure your lips would get stuck in this little smile for the rest of your life.

“Have you always blushed so easily?” Ji Soo asked, reaching over and poking your cheek gently.

“Yes,” you chuckled. You shrugged your shoulder to try and push his arm away, but it was more of an instinctive reaction than anything.

“It’s cute,” he murmured. “Like, just on your own, you’re beautiful. But when you blush it’s just so cute.”

“Oh my gosh, can we not talk about me anymore?” you asked with just the slightest whine in your voice. But you still had that smile on your lips; honestly, you were for real on your way to smiling permanently. All because of him!

Ji Soo obliged, though, and he (somehow) managed not to make you blush the rest of the way to the stadium. He asked about the rules of the game, and that kept you talking for the whole ride.

By the time you parked, walked to the stadium, went through security, scanned your tickets, bought some pizza and beer, and found your seats, the team was out practicing on the field.

Ji Soo asked who all of the players were, so you pointed out each one, telling him what their name was and which position they played.

“Who’s on your jersey?” he asked with half a mouthful of pizza.

“Ah,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks blush for the first time in almost half an hour. “Number 16, Martinez.”

Ji Soo’s eyes searched the field, and they narrowed slightly when he found the number 16 jersey.

Of course, you liked Martinez because he was a good player...

But... you would be lying if you said he wasn’t the best-looking guy on the team.

Ji Soo turned his narrowed gaze over to you, and your eyes widened innocently.

“What?” you asked.

“I’m onto you,” he murmured, sounding utterly serious (which you knew meant he was teasing).

“What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You shook your head, still keeping up the innocent act as you ate your pizza.

Ji Soo simply smirked at you, and you had to look away because it wasn’t possible to eat properly if you weren’t breathing.

Once you had both finished your pizza, the game was just about to start. You took a quick gulp of beer as the team came back out onto the field in their uniforms. You stood from your seat and clapped, cupping your hands around your mouth and cheering along with the crowd.

Ji Soo stood up, and you were reminded just how tall he was. Most of the time, either one or both of you were sitting, so it was easy to forget that he not only had the face of a model but the body of a model, too. Tall, slim, but you could tell he was also muscular.

As the national anthem played, Ji Soo leaned over and casually rested his elbow on your shoulder.

And, if you can believe it, it made your heart flutter.

So, literally, everything this guy did had some sort of effect on you, I guess. Even if he was just resting his elbow on your shoulder.

Plus, he smelled really good. He always seemed to smell good, even though he worked pretty much all day, every day.

After the last note of the anthem rang through the stadium, you gulped down your anxiety and leaned just a little bit closer toward your date.

“You smell really good,” you told him, raising your voice over the din of the crowd.

Ji Soo simply smirked before reaching out and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a hug.

You were so tempted to just bury your face in his chest, but he had already let go before you could give in to the urge.

Thankfully, the referee blew the starting whistle so you could turn your attention to the game instead of how good Ji Soo smelled. Or how amazing just that one, quick hug had felt.

“Okay, you have to tell me what’s going on,” he said, his voice suddenly close to your ear.

You nodded and began your commentary, making sure to stay close to him so you didn’t bother the people around you. You told him what was going on, you answered any question he had, and you also still managed to react to the game as you usually did.

The first time the ref made a somewhat questionable call, your brow furrowed deeply and you yelled out your disagreement.

“OH, COME ON, REF!” you cried. “THAT WAS A FOUL! ARE YOU BLIND?!”

Now, obviously, you weren’t the only one who was yelling at the ref. But the way Ji Soo was looking at you right now, you might as well have been.

When you glanced over at him, a bit of a guilty smile appeared on your lips. “What?” you asked, chuckling.

“I had no idea you had this side to you,” he laughed. “You just seem so... sweet.”

“I am!” you countered.

“You just asked the referee if he was blind,” Ji Soo pointed out. “That’s not sweet.”

“Well! It was a clear foul!”

You went back to watching the game, but you felt Ji Soo lean in close, placing his lips right by your ear.

“Don’t worry,” he told you. “I like it.”

You simply pressed your lips together, your cheeks blazing.

Since the two of you had opted to buy food before the game, you decided to stay in your seats during halftime while almost everyone else in the stadium left.

“How do you like it so far?” you asked, reaching down to pick up your beer and down the last of it.

“Honestly, it’s a lot more fun than I thought,” Ji Soo admitted. “I don’t know why I always thought soccer was boring, but it’s really not.”

“No, not at all!”

“Joo Hyuk is going to be so pissed,” he chuckled.

“You’ll have to go to a game with him to make up for it,” you grinned, nudging him gently with your arm.

“As long as you come, too.”

“What?” you laughed. “Why do I have to come?”

“Because you’re the best commentator. I feel like I know all about soccer already! ...And because you are ridiculously cute when you’re yelling at the players.”

“Be quiet,” you muttered through your smile.

“It’s true!”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes in amusement.

Before Ji Soo could say anything else, Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” started blaring through the stadium speakers.

“Ooh, Kiss Cam!” you cried, tapping Ji Soo’s arm and pointing up to the jumbo screen hanging from the ceiling. “I love the Kiss Cam.”

“You do?” Ji Soo asked, sounding surprised.

You turned to look at him, nodding -- but then you froze.

Oh... god.

What if... what if the two of you were put up on the screen?

Oh, no no no no no.

Ji Soo would love it, surely, but...

It would be so embarrassing!

The cameramen had no way of knowing this, but it was just your first date! You had only hugged, and it had only lasted less than a second!

Your heart started hammering as couples came and went on the screen, and you could sincerely say you’d never been so nervous watching the Kiss Cam. Every time a new couple showed up, you held your breath, letting it out gently when you realized it wasn’t you and Ji Soo.

When an older couple finished kissing, the Kiss Cam logo came up and the announcer asked the crowd to give all of the couples a round of applause.

Oh, thank god. You had survived.

“Aw, man,” Ji Soo lamented, shaking his head. “I was hoping we would be on it.”

Of course, he would hope that.

Instead of letting him know you were not disappointed in the least, you simply reached over and patted his arm. “I’m sorry,” you said. “Maybe next time.”

“Next time?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “You think there’s going to be a next time?”

You stared at him, blinking, your mouth slightly agape.

Uh...

Ji Soo smirked and lifted his arm, moving to rest it around your shoulders. “There better be a next time,” he smirked.

You couldn’t help but let out yet another sigh of relief.

And then... you settled down in your seat, leaning into him and tilting your head to rest it against his shoulder.

When the game was over (a satisfying 2-0 win for the Tigers, thank goodness), you and Ji Soo shuffled out of the stadium with the rest of the crowd. You headed up the stairs ahead of him, and as the people filed out with you, you felt Ji Soo’s fingers grasp yours.

Thankfully, he couldn’t see your face, but you would be surprised if he didn’t know you were blushing right now.

When you got to the top of stairs, instead of letting go of his hand, you linked your fingers through his more firmly. Ji Soo squeezed your hand as he walked beside you, and you shot him a shy grin.

Eventually, you made it out to the parking lot, and once the two of you were settled into your car, Ji Soo told you to drop him back off at the coffee shop.

“Joo Hyuk is still there, so I figure I should help him clean up some.”

“Can you please apologize to him for me?” you asked as you threw your car into reverse and began to back out of your spot. “I feel bad that he had to work by himself.”

“So, you feel bad for going out with me?” Ji Soo teased.

“No!” you chuckled.

“Don’t worry,” he assured you, reaching over and resting his hand on your thigh briefly. “We’re talking about hiring a part-timer. Hopefully. If business keeps up, we should be able to. And we can pay you for the pictures.”

“No, Ji Soo, I already told you that you don’t need to pay me. The free drinks are more than enough.”

“See? That’s why I thought you were sweet,” Ji Soo pointed out. “But then you started yelling at that ref. Now I’m afraid to ever get on your bad side.”

You simply laughed, shaking your head as you began the drive back to The Mug.

When you arrived at the shop, you pulled up as close to the door as you could since there were no other cars in the lot. You put the car in park and, a bit nervously, you turned toward Ji Soo.

“Thank you for coming,” you said softly. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

“No, thank you for inviting me. I never thought our first date would be a sports game, but that’s one of the things I like about you.”

“...What do you mean?” you asked shyly.

“You’re full of surprises,” Ji soo told you with just the slightest of smirks.

For probably the millionth time tonight, you blushed.

And you wondered if there would ever be a time you didn’t blush around Ji Soo.

“Hey, so...” he continued. “I don’t really want our first kiss to be in the parking lot, but... if you wouldn’t mind...”

Well, the blushing certainly wasn’t going to be letting up anytime soon, was it?

He was asking you if you wouldn’t mind kissing him?

Really?

You didn’t let yourself think too much about it because you probably would have talked yourself out of saying ‘yes.’

And... you wanted to say ‘yes.’

So, you nodded quickly.

Part 7

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