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Waking in the middle of the night thinking about those two ASIC things that were lodged a day late and how shitty my boss will be and how the superfunds need to be uploaded to BGL and that those two new guys keep asking dumb questions and one's quite nice, the other is really sour, almost grumpy, he's not really a bully, just really "wait I have to do that?" Like yes, you have to data entry into our software and I think I'm adopting his mannerisms especially talking to Sophia but maybe I always had that in me, maybe I've always been grumpy "no I don't know how long I worked on it, I kept getting interrupted" but also those stupid ASIC things I should've taken more notice of the date and I'm so dumb and there were two of them and
#i just want to go back to sleep!!!!!!#but no i have to stress out about how angry Sophia will be#plus the invoices total was only $4500 like kill me?????? she'll be shitty all week#why am i going on Monday oh right because she'll need a coffee and water#i just#plus the super funds like it's her fault that we've waited this long to do it she should've organised it all months ago#but she puts it on me and gets mad at me for it not getting done????#As if it's my fault#maybe i should just work Tuesday and I'll be alone and be able to get it all done#no interruptions on Tuesday#once it's all done and then i quit and move to Mexico and change my name#come back every weekend for the football#Just fly in fly out for Collingwood games#do that until the annual leave payout is all gone#this is fine#i could work Tuesday at my parents house because the work laptop is still there like I'm still set up to work from home#but going into the office would be fine too just lock the doors no one is coming in anyway#unplug the phone#forever#listen to Taylor Swift
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this is love ft. kento nanami
a/n: a few sappy slices of life with my main man :3 enjoy as i dig up motivation to finish kinktober. 18+ mdni!

"honey?" kento's voice is muffled through the door as he calls out to you, "everything okay?" the door rattles as he tries to open it, knob jingling.
"uhm, yeah! everything's fine!" you nervously shout, much too loud, and rush to unplug the iron that had melted your husband's favorite shirt. you panic and yelp when the hot iron scorches the side on your hand, throwing the stupid device to the ground in a clatter.
"why is the door lockedâare you okay?" he asks, voice becoming more concerned as he hears the movement inside.
"i'mâi'm fine! promise! just give me a minute!" you're rushing into your shared master bathroom to run cold water over your hand, and kentoâs using a screwdriver pulled from thin air to break into your bedroom. tears well in your eyes when you catch the sight of kento seeing his favorite shirt burnt and melted to his own ironing board. "iâm so sorryâŚ"
in reality, he doesnât care about the shirtâheâs already at your side to inspect your burnt hand. after a few seconds, he speaks.
"did you try to iron my shirt for me?" nanami asks, a small smile on his face, "you didnât have to do that." he turns off the faucet and takes a small towel to dry your hand off.
"i tried to, iâm sorryâi didnât know it would do that." you apologize, looking down at the cold tile flooring in defeat.
"oh, honey." he coos, "itâs only a shirt."
"have you seen your father?" you ask your son, yĹŤ, whoâs sat at the dining table, eating breakfast. he shakes his head no, and when you look at your daughter, mayu, she does the same.
"jeez," you grumble to yourself, bedroom slippers pattering down the hallway as you go to search for your husband. saturday mornings were his time to sleep in, but realistically, he never slept past 9am. and currently, it was nearing 10am.
you check everywhere. he isnât found in the bedroom, living room, his office, the garage, the patio or in the little garden he kept. upstairs, downstairs, everywhere, he isnât there. and when you check in your bedroom for the last time, you hear a soft buzzing coming from the bathroom. upon entering, you see your husband bent over the counter, leaning close in the mirror as he shaves his stubble with an electric razor.
"there you areâwhen did you get that?"
kento had always been a clean shaven kind of man, going to a barber shop once every two weeks for his straight razor shave. it hadnât even crossed your mind he didnât go after work yesterday.
but when he looks at youâyou burst out laughing. heâd shaven most of his beard off, but a few fuzzy patches remained on his cheeks, along with a mustache grazing his upper lip. peach fuzz and a few knicks litter his chin. this was the first time youâd seen him unable to do anything perfectly. and he looks ridiculous.
"is it really that bad?" he groans, pouting when you wrap your arms around yourself in a giggling fit. you shake your head, although your unforgiving laughs are a testament to the opposite.
"noâno, let me help," you say after calming down.
after gathering a new razor and some shaving cream, you sit atop the counter and your husband stands between your legs. kento is surprised how flawlessly you shave his face, without creating any more marks or cuts. you giggle and kiss him, getting some shaving cream on your face.
"ken?" you shout from the kitchen, where youâre sat, working on your dissertation. itâs been a long road of blood, sweat, and many, many tears; but youâre finally getting towards the end. about to earn a doctorate.
"yes, darling?" kento replies, walking into the kitchen on queue, his timing impeccable.
"can you read over this paragraph, please?" you kindly ask of him, pointing to your most recent written paragraph. he leans over you, planting one firm palm on the table, the other on your back; his eyes read along the sentences and his fingers tap along your spine.
"ah," his finger becomes more focused on a certain word, "wrong 'there', honey."
"no it's not..." you instantly retort, squinting your tired eyes to read over your writing. and you're right, it was the correct one the first time. this was his version of teasing you. but kento couldn't keep up the face much longer before he's giving in with a shit-eating grin you didn't see that often. "you're funny." you groan as kento stands back up.
after reading over the paragraph for about the nineteenth time, you notice kento silently slipping you some tea before turning back around to keep himself busy with cleaning. you absentmindedly take a few sips, then some more...and you find yourself becoming more and more sleepy...
and you're out like a light, forehead pressed directly against the table as a puddle of drool forms on the papers below. kento already has a warm blanket straight from the dryer to drape over you, and you stir just enough to get comfy on your arms.
kento knows that his back will hurt in the morning, but he sits around the corner of the table next to you, settling his head into his arms to drift off to sleep alongside you.

music of your taste plays rather quietly in the kitchen. you stir the pot of soup and inhale the flavorful aroma that wafts through the air.
kento sets two bowls next to the stove, then rummages through your silverware drawer to find two spoons. the kids are at their grandparents for the weekend, it's only you and your husband, converted into the duo you were long ago.
you step away from the stove to go fill up two glasses of wine, the brand kento had as his favorite had slowly turned into your favorite over time, too.
kento fills up the two bowls to the brim of the delicious food, grinning on the inside at the simplicity of it all. just you and him. he lids the pot with the matching glass top and makes his way over to the table.
you set out place mats for the both of you, then place the wine glasses in their prospective areas. kento places the bowls on top of the mats as you grab the spoons from the counter.
in the kitchen, your bodies subconsciously dance around each other. carefully, in perfect tune and pace. delicate steps of a routine formed over so much time together.
in the universe, your souls are tied, striding alongside one another in each lifetime repeated.
and this, is love.

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surprise â spencer reid
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) summary: garcia and derek go into spencer's apartment, while you're sleeping in his bed. the problem? no one knows you and spencer are dating content warnings: secret relationship , reader also works in the bau a/n: hiii !!! i'm back to my secret relationship roots and i hope you like this <3 bc i had so much fun writing this ( i've been writing it for ages and i'm finally happy with it)
"No, no," Spencer shook his head frantically, his voice almost pleading as Derek expertly maneuvered the car into the parking spot at his apartment complex.
"Why not?" Garcia's voice was full of curiosity as she looked back at Spencer from the passenger seat.
The trio had spent the whole afternoon shopping for your birthday, which was just around the corner. Garcia, as usual, had already gotten everything readyâgifts, decorations, the whole nine yards. She even had a closet near her office packed with presents for you, waiting for the big reveal at the surprise party she was planning to throw at the BAU.
The whole mission was meant to be a fun, collaborative effort, the three of them picking out something special for you to celebrate.
But now, as Derek parked the car and they were all about to get out, Garciaâs sudden idea was making Spencer break into a cold sweat.
"I mean, we can just hang out at your place for a bit, right?" Garcia asked, her tone more like a suggestion than a question. She had already unbuckled her seatbelt, clearly excited about the idea.
Spencer swallowed hard, his fingers gripping the seatbelt.
"I donât know if thatâs such a good idea," he said quickly, trying to sound casual, though the nerves were practically radiating off of him.
"I have⌠stuff to do." His words stumbled, but Derek caught on immediately.
"You've got a date or something?" Derek teased, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, Reid, live a little."
Spencerâs face turned a light shade of pink, but he quickly deflected with a nervous laugh. "No, no date," he replied, but the nervous energy in his tone was giving him away. "I justâuhâneed to get inside."
Garcia didn't miss a beat. "Come on, Spencer," she insisted with that gleam of excitement in her eyes. "Itâs been forever since we just hung out at your place. You know, a little downtime."
But Spencerâs mind was racing, heart pounding.
The last thing he needed was for Derek and Garcia to come upstairs and see you there.
He knew you were in his apartment right now, sound asleep in his bed, curled up in one of his sweaters. This morning, you had practically melted into him that morning, clinging to him as he reluctantly told you he had to go.
You had been so warm, your face tucked into the side of his neck, holding him like you didnât want him to leave. Heâd rubbed soothing circles on your back, whispering that heâd be back soon, but you hadn't been ready to let go. Eventually, he had managed to peel himself away, promising to return as quickly as possible.
Now, his heart pounded as he watched Derek and Garcia hop out of the car without hesitation.
"No, no, noâ" Spencer muttered under his breath, scrambling to open his own door. He practically stumbled out, rushing after them, but they were already making their way toward his apartment building.
They didnât even wait for him.
"Of course," he thought bitterly as he hurried behind them. He knew he was too late. There was no way he could stop them now. His only hope was that you were still asleep.
And there was a high chance that you were.
Spencer knew your sleep schedule wellâknew exactly how you curled up beneath his sheets, how deep you slept when wrapped in one of his sweaters. If he could just get inside before them and shut his bedroom door, everything would be fine.
As they reached the top floor, Spencerâs fingers fumbled in his pocket for his keys. His hands were practically shaking as he yanked them out, quickly jamming the correct one into the lock.
Slowly, he pushed the door open just a crack, peeking inside, praying you werenâtâ
"Dr. Reid. What are you doing?" Garciaâs voice was laced with amusement as she leaned against the doorframe, watching him with a smirk.
Before Spencer could stop her, she pushed the door open wider, stepping inside.
Panic surged through him. His breath caught in his throat.
Butâ
You were nowhere to be seen.
His eyes darted toward the bedroom door. It was closed.
No sign of you.
Spencer swallowed hard, trying to compose himself as Garcia and Derek strolled inside, completely oblivious to the absolute terror he had just experienced.
Spencer quickly shut the door behind them, tossing his jacket over the nearest chairâsomething he never did. Normally, he was meticulous about hanging it up properly, but right now, his priority was making sure nothing seemed off.
Slipping off his shoes, he warily watched as Garcia and Derek made a beeline for his kitchen.
As they rummaged through his cabinets, Spencer seized the opportunity.
He darted down the hallway toward the bedroom, his socked feet barely making a sound on the hardwood floor. He cracked the door open just enough to peek inside, and there you were, still fast asleep, curled up under the blankets with his sweater draped loosely over your shoulders.
The sight made his chest tighten with affection, and a small, involuntary smile tugged at his lips.
He closed the door gently, careful not to make a sound, and hurried back to the kitchen before they could notice his absence.
Crisis averted.
He stopped in his tracks, however, when he saw the disaster unfolding before him.
âWhat are you doing?â Spencer asked, exasperated, watching as Derek and Garcia rummaged through his cabinets like raccoons.
Garcia, mid-bite into a granola bar, waved a hand dismissively. âRelax, genius, weâre just looking for snacks. By the wayââ she held up the granola bar with a raised brow, ââI thought you hated these?â
Spencer froze.
He did. He never ate those granola bars.
But you did.
You loved them, so he always kept some stocked just for you.
He scrambled for an excuse, clearing his throat. âUhâI just wanted to give them another try,â he mumbled, avoiding Garciaâs sharp, suspicious gaze.
Derek, now chewing a piece of toast, barely looked up. âYeah, okay,â he said, mouth full.
Spencer shot him an unamused glare. âCan the two of you stop eating my food?â
âNo,â Derek replied, taking another bite, completely unbothered.Â
Spencer sighed, running a hand through his hair. âYou know, most people ask before raiding someoneâs kitchen,â he muttered, though there was no real bite to his words.Â
Garcia giggled, popping the last bite of granola bar into her mouth. âOh, come on, Spence. You love us. Besides, youâre acting super weird today. Whatâs going on with you?âÂ
Spencerâs eyes widened slightly, and he quickly looked away, busying himself with straightening a stack of papers on the counter.
âNothingâs going on,â he said, his voice a little too high-pitched. âIâm just⌠tired. Itâs been a long day.âÂ
Garcia and Derek just exchanged a look.
Spencer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He needed to get them out of here before they found something they werenât supposed to.Â
Like, say⌠you.
âDo you think sheâll like my gift?â Garcia asked, peeking at the bag on the counter, her fingers fidgeting with the ribbon.
âMost definitely, babygirl,â Derek answered without hesitation, dusting the crumbs off his hands after finishing his toast. âSheâs been talking about it for weeks.â
Spencer, still trying to recover from his near heart attack, nodded in agreement. âYeah, sheâll love it,â he said, meeting Garciaâs eyes with a small, reassuring smile.
Garcia beamed, clearly pleased with herself. âOh, sheâll love yours, boy genius,â she added, pointing at Spencer. âYou know her so well.â Her voice carried a teasing lilt, her grin mischievous.
âMaybe too well,â Derek chimed in, eyebrows raised as he leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed. His grin was knowing, smug.
Spencer stiffened.
âWhen are you finally gonna ask her out?â Derek asked, his grin widening.
Spencer felt his face heat up instantly. He blushed, but not for the reason they thought.
He blushed because he remembered the day it happened.Â
The way his heart had pounded in his chest, his palms sweaty as he rehearsed the words in his head over and over. Heâd been so nervous, heâd almost convinced himself to back out.
But then heâd seen youâyour smile, the way your eyes lit up when you noticed him approachingâand all his doubts had melted away.Â
When he finally asked, his voice trembling slightly, your reaction had been everything heâd hoped for. Your face had lit up, and youâd nodded so quickly, it was almost comical.
âYes!â youâd said, your voice filled with so much enthusiasm that it made him laugh. In that moment, all his anxiety had washed away, replaced by a giddy, almost overwhelming sense of relief and joy.Â
âAww, how cute!â Garcia practically vibrated with excitement, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she pointed an accusatory finger at Spencer. âHeâs blushing,â she sang, her grin stretching impossibly wide.Â
Spencer groaned, shaking his head in exasperation. âDid you two come into my apartment just to eat my food and make fun of me?â he asked, arms crossed.
âPretty much,â Derek said, completely unfazed as he made his way back toward the fridge.
Spencer let out a sharp breath, trying to mask his anxiety. He knew you were still asleep, but that didnât stop the lingering fear that their loud voices might wake you up.
But thenâ
Derek stopped in front of the fridge.
His eyes locked onto the calendar hanging there, and a slow, amused smirk spread across his face.
âLook at this, sweetheart,â Derek said, turning toward Garcia, his voice thick with amusement.
Garcia leaned in, her eyes widening as she saw what Derek was pointing at. There, on the calendar, your birthday was circled in bold red marker, surrounded by a carefully drawn heart.
Garcia gasped, clapping her hands together in delight. âOh. My. God,â she said, her voice rising with every word. âSpencer Reid, you are down bad!â
Spencer felt his face burn even hotter. He wished he could disappear into the floorâor maybe just teleport to another dimension entirely. Anything to escape this moment.
Because the truth was, he hadnât been the one to draw that heart on the calendar. It had been you.
He remembered the moment perfectly.
The day he hung the calendar up, you had been standing right there beside him, watching with an amused little smile. Then, without hesitation, you had grabbed the nearest markerâa red one, of courseâand went straight to your birthday month, drawing a huge heart around the date.
"So you donât forget."
He had chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped behind you, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. Then, he had pressed a soft kiss to your temple, murmuring against your skinâ
"I donât forget anything. Especially not something like that."
You had blushed.
And Spencer had loved making you blush.
Now, standing in his kitchen, faced with his coworkersâ relentless teasing, he was struck with the embarrassing realization that Derek and Garcia thought he was some hopelessly lovesick teenager who had scribbled hearts around his crushâs name in a notebook.
(Whichâif he was being completely honestâwasnât that far from the truth.)
But what was he supposed to say?
Tell them the truth? Admit that the woman heâd been secretly dating for monthsâthe same woman they were here shopping forâwas currently asleep in his bed down the hall?
Absolutely not.
But thenâ
The choice was taken away from him anyway.
Suddenly, the sound of running water echoed from down the hallway, causing both Garcia and Derek to freeze mid-sentence. Their heads snapped toward the source of the noise, their eyes widening as they stared at Spencer.
Spencer stared back, equally wide-eyed, his mind racing. You were in the bathroom, happily brushing your teeth, completely unaware that two of yourâand Spencerâsâcoworkers were standing in the kitchen, mere feet away.
âSpencer Walter Reid,â Garcia gasped, her voice loud enough to carry through the apartment. She clutched Derekâs arm like she was about to faint. âIs there someone here?â
âNo, no,â Spencer said quickly, shaking his head so vigorously that his curls bounced. âItâs probably just my washing machine turning on.â
As if on cue, the bathroom door creaked open, and then closed again. Spencerâs heart sank.
âOh no,â he mumbled under his breath, his stomach twisting into knots.
And then, there you were.
You padded into the kitchen, blissfully unaware of the chaos you were about to unleash.
You were wearing Spencerâs boxers, which hung loosely around your hips, and one of his Star Wars shirts that was far too big for you, the hem brushing against your thighs. Your hair was slightly messy, and you were still rubbing sleep from your eyes.
Then you stopped.
Blinking, you finally seemed to register the two extra people in the room.
Garcia. Derek.
Standing there.
Staring.
At you.
In Spencerâs clothes.
Two pairs of eyes stared at you. And you stared back, your own eyes wide, your brain struggling to process the scene in front of you. Spencer, meanwhile, was staring at the ground like it might suddenly open up and swallow him whole.
Garcia broke the silence, her voice low and uncharacteristically quietâsomething almost more shocking than if sheâd screamed.
âAm I⌠dreaming?â she whispered, clutching Derekâs arm like a lifeline. She looked pale, her usual vibrant energy replaced by sheer disbelief as she took in your disheveled state.
Derek, for once, seemed just as stunned. âI⌠no, I donât think so,â he said hesitantly, his usual confidence replaced by uncharacteristic uncertainty.
He blinked at you, then at Spencer, then back at you, as if trying to piece together what exactly was happening.
âSpencer,â you hissed, your voice low but urgent. âWhat the hell is happening?â You tugged self-consciously at the hem of his Star Wars shirt, trying to pull it down further.
Normally, you were the picture of professionalism at work, always impeccably dressed and composed.
But here you were, standing in Spencerâs kitchen in his boxers and an oversized shirt, your hair a mess and your face still flushed from sleep.
It was beyond awkwardâit was mortifying.
Spencer finally looked up, his expression a mix of guilt and panic. âI, uh⌠this isnâtââ he started, but Garcia cut him off.
âOh no, no, no,â Garcia said, her voice rising with every word, her hands flailing dramatically. âYou do not get to âthis isnâtâ us right now. This is happening. This is definitely happening.â
She pointed a finger at you, then at Spencer, her eyes wide.
âYou two. Together. In his apartment. Wearing his clothes. Oh my gosh, this is the best day of my life.â
You froze, your cheeks burning as you tugged self-consciously at the hem of Spencerâs shirt. âPenelope, itâs notââ you started, but she cut you off with a wave of her hand.
âNope, nope, nope,â she said, shaking her head so vigorously that her curls bounced. âNo explanations, no excuses. This is happening. I have been waiting for this moment for years.â
Spencer groaned, running a hand through his already messy hair. âGarcia, pleaseââ
âNo,â she interrupted again, her voice rising an octave. âYou donât get to âGarcia, pleaseâ me right now. This is huge. This is monumental. This isââ
âA disaster,â Spencer muttered under his breath, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
Derek, who had been quietly observing the scene with an amused grin, finally chimed in. âMan, Reid, I gotta hand it to you. I didnât think you had it in you.â
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. âThis is so embarrassing,â you muttered, though there was a hint of laughter in your voice.
Garcia, meanwhile, was practically bouncing on her toes, her excitement palpable. âOh, this is going to be so much fun. I canât wait to tellââ
âNo!â Spencer and you said in unison, your voices sharp enough to make Garcia freeze mid-sentence.
âYou are not telling anyone,â Spencer said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Garcia pouted, but there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. âFine, fine. But only because Iâm feeling generous. For now.â
Derek chuckled, shaking his head. âMan, this is going to be the best office drama ever.â
You groaned again, burying your face in your hands. âIâm going back to bed,â you muttered, turning on your heel and heading back down the hallway.
As you disappeared into the bedroom, Garcia and Derek turned to Spencer, their expressions a mix of amusement and disbelief.
âYouâve got some explaining to do, Pretty Boy,â Derek said, his grin widening.
Spencer sighed, knowing there was no escaping this. âYeah,â he said, his voice resigned. âI know.â
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too nice | hjs
Pairing: Hong Joshua x GN!Reader
Synopsis: Joshua Hong is nice. Too nice. Heâs the kind of nice that makes people think twice about their relationship to him, wondering if they might be special. The answer is, no. Problem is, he's your coworker and your neighbor.
Content: Fluff | Coworkers to Lovers, Neighbors to Lovers | Office AU
Tags: slightly insecure reader, totally inspired by the youngji chocolate milk grandchildren interview, lots of elevators, lots of tension, a bit of drinking, mutual pining, "sweetheart" as a petname, gentleman agenda indeed, except he goes a bit mad at the end, seungkwan is a comedic genius, woozi is the wingman of the year, konglish w/ context clues, reader is scared of loud noises, no "y/n," loosely connected to python (seungcheol)
Word Count: 10K
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ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ Monday
Joshua Hong is nice. Really nice. He opens the door for you every morning walking into work. He insists that he carries heavy file boxes from your bossâ office to your desk. He buys you coffee from the cafe down the street, knowing that the instant machine is almost always broken. Whenever he passes you in the hallway, he always smiles and mouths âfighting!â He notices when your enthusiastic mask slips and your tiredness peaks through. He tells you not to work so hard, and asks if youâve been sleeping well.Â
Heâs the kind of nice that makes people think twice about their relationship to him, wondering if they might be special.Â
But the answer is, no.Â
âHeâs just like that. Heâs nice to everyone. Get a grip.â
You sigh, staring at your reflection in the mirror hanging above your vanity. Youâve been absentmindedly rubbing moisturizer on your cheeks for the last three minutes, at least, thinking about your coworker. How have you gotten to the point of talking to yourself in attempts to rationalize the thoughts of him clouding your mind?
All of a sudden, your alarm rings. You jolt upright, reminded that you have to leave your tiny apartment and head over to your equally small office cubicle.Â
You quickly stand up from your vanity chair, then walk over to your closet to grab a jacket. Relying on muscle memory, your hand moves toward the hook it always lies on, only to swipe at air.Â
The one and only winter coat you own isnât there.Â
You groan, remembering that youâd put it in the laundry bin after staining it with beer over the weekend, at that disastrous company âbondingâ event. You look down at the taupe sweater youâre wearing, pinching the material to guess if itâd be warm enough. Itâs barely a centimeter of fabric.Â
Glancing at the time on your phone, you decide that the thin sweater would just have to do.Â
You turn back to the mirror to do one last check of your appearance, when something catches your eye. Sitting on your bedside table is the plushie Joshua had won for you at the arcade. The bunny stares back at you innocently. Youâd placed it there last night before crashing out on your bed, fatigued from the chaos of the company outingâor, more specifically, the secondhand embarrassment recalling your attempts at trying to be normal around Joshua. Â
You shake your head roughly. You could cringe at yourself on the way to work. Grabbing your work bag and shoving your shoes on, you rush over to the door.Â
Squaring your shoulders, you open it and walk out. And for a moment, as youâre turning your key to lock the door, you think that youâll be alone for the commute to work for once.Â
But then you hear a familiar voice.
âGood morning!âÂ
You tense, heart beginning to race, then turn around with a weak smile.
âHi, Joshua.âÂ
Somehow, youâre not only coworkers with your crush, but also next door neighbors.Â
âHey,â he says, then takes a sharp breath. âItâs pretty cold today. Is that sweater going to be warm enough?â
âIâll be fine,â you say, avoiding eye contact as you drop your keys into your bag. âIt canât be that cold.âÂ
You adjust the bag strap on your shoulder and walk toward the elevator on your floor, pressing the down button. It immediately opens.
âYou sure?âÂ
You nod as the two of you walk inside the elevator.Â
Hoping heâll stop pushing you on your lack of a coat, you ask, âDid you look into the McKinley and Lee file yet?â
âCome on, itâs not even 9am and youâre already attacking me with work!â Joshua dramatically clutches his chest, then lightly punches your arm. âWhatâd we say about ěëźë°¸, huh?â
You feel your face getting hot, your right hand reflexively going up to where heâd touched your left arm. Was it always this toasty in the elevator?
Meeting his eyes for the first time today, you say, âYeah, yeah, work-life balance. Youâre right.â
His lips turn up and his eyes crinkle into bright crescent moons. You find yourself smiling back at him, despite having tried so hard to avoid his stupidly sweet gaze. Â
âIâm just teasinâ, you know?â he says, leaning casually against the steel walls of the small elevator.
âYeah, yeah,â you mumble again, rubbing the handle of your bag and tapping your foot to give yourself something else to focus on, suddenly aware that the two of you were alone.Â
God, could the elevator move any slower? Fidgeting with the loose threads of your sweater, you were on the verge of melting from being near his vicinity for so long.Â
Ever since Joshua Hong had arrived two months ago as a transfer from the Seoul branch, you havenât gone a day without running into him. It was HRâs fault, really. The Human Resources department had placed him in yours, and also gave him the company-funded apartment next door to you.Â
Heâd spent so much time around you that, if you didnât see the people who regularly flocked to him, youâd think you were his only friend in the States. It was, and still is, ridiculous. His constant presence has meant that you are constantly aware of yourself. Of how youâre breathing too loud, and how your heart is beating too fast, and how you were in too much of a rush to do your full routine this morning. He makes you care more than usual about how well you perform at work, and, worse, he makes you think about how happy and funny you appear to be.Â
The way he teases you for being nervous (although thatâs only because heâs around practically all the time) and the way he always notices when you arenât feeling wellâitâs as if he sees right through you. Yes, he sees right through you, and itâs incredibly scary knowing he could confront you at any timeâmaybe even in this elevatorâand say that heâs known all along that youâve had feelings for him. And whatâs worse is that you know heâd be polite with his rejection. Heâd be a gentleman, carefully letting you down withâ
âHello? Hellooo?â Joshua says, waving his hand in front of your face.
You jump, blinking rapidly. âHuh? Sorry, what?â
âWeâre here, sweetheart,â he says gently.
âOh,â you reply lamely.Â
He gestures with his hand for you to walk out of the elevator first. Inside the lobby, he walks by your side. As the two of you approach the door, he reaches it first, and opens it for you to head outside.Â
Youâre immediately hit with a blast of winter and harsh winds. Your arms instinctively tighten around your stomach, trying to prevent the cold air from rushing up your sweater.Â
Joshua turns to you, brows furrowed. His eyes glance over your sweater again, and you can tell heâs about to say something. Certain itâs an I told you so, you quickly say, âBefore you start, Iâm fine. Itâs really not that cold, and the bus is coming soon anyway.â
You march forward toward the crosswalk before the bus stop, knowing heâs following behind you. Once you reach the start of the white lines, you slow down to a stop, waiting for the signal to change.Â
Still behind you, Joshua says, â깰기 ěě´ë´.âÂ
âě?â Though confused, you listen to his request to stay where you are. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, feeling somewhat awkward just standing with your back turned to him.Â
He doesnât answer your question why, but you hear a shuffle and the sound of fabric rustling. Then you feel a warm coat draped over your shoulders.Â
You turn back to face Joshua with a start, opening your mouth to protest.
But before you can get a word out, he takes his pointer finger and lightly presses it against your lips.Â
âShh,â he says with a smile. âTomorrow, wear a jacket, okay?â He pats the top of your head.Â
Speechless, you barely bring yourself to nod, then remember to shut your jaw. Letâs just survive this bus ride, you tell yourself. God, it was unfair how nice he was. It only made it harder for you to believe he was like this with everyoneâor to stop hoping that, somehow, you might be the exception.Â
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ Tuesday
Ever since you showed up to work on Monday wearing Joshuaâs coat, your coworkers have been speculating nonstop about your nonexistent relationship with the man. More specifically, your two closest friends in the department, Boo Seungkwan and Lee Jihoon, have had a lot to say.Â
Today would be no different. Huddled around the coffee table in the break room with Seungkwan and Jihoon, youâve been roped into listening to their comments.Â
Eyes darting between the two of them, you silently sip on your coffee.
âIâm a hundred percent sure now. I swear itâs real, heâs so into you,â Seungkwan says while staring at you, waving his hands in the air like a madman.
Jihoon raises his eyebrows. âAre you sure? Remember when you said that the delivery guy had a crush on this one,â he replies while pointing at you, âonly for it to be me? Your ě´ is trash.â
Seungkwan scrunches his nose, and huffs in your direction, as if youâre going to defend his skill of guessing office relationships. (Youâre not.)
âYour hunch is horrible, I said,â Jihoon says, goading him.Â
âNo,â Seungkwan frantically shakes his head. âThat was a one off. Remember when I said the nepo baby in Finance liked Director Chunâs secretary? He kept staring at her and nobody believed me but I was right!âÂ
Jihoon rolls his eyes. âLucky guess.âÂ
âNo, no, no, my ě´ is excellent, thank you very much.â Seungkwan turns to you, all pouty. âYou trust my ě´, right?â
Finding the entire conversation ridiculous, you canât help but shake your head and laugh. Though Seungkwan prides himself on his supposedly superior hunches, he is really only accurate half the time.Â
You raise your coffee cup to your lips and sip on the liquid inside, a perfect state in between steaming hot and lukewarm.Â
âKkah, this coffee is great,â you say to Seungkwan, ignoring his question.Â
His eyes suddenly widen, and he frantically waves his pointer finger at you. âOh, oh! Another thing! He always gets you coffee from that expensive place next door, Cafe whatever. He never gets us coffee, but he always gets you coffee.â
Taken aback, you put the cup down, saying, âNo way, he does that for a lot of people. He bought coffee for the receptionist like, last week.â
âThatâs because it was her birthday,â Seungkwan says.Â
âAnd howâd you know that?â you ask.
âBecause there were happy birthday balloons next to her desk?â Seungkwan says matter-of-factly.Â
âWellââ you retort, before getting cut off.Â
âYou know,â Jihoon suddenly interjects. âI hate to agree, but itâs true. Joshua doesnât do that for anyone else.âÂ
âRight?â Seungkwan exclaims, nudging your arm with his elbow. âCome on, Iâm so right. Woozi said Iâm right. Trust the ě´.â
You rub your temples, feeling ambushed by your loud friends.Â
âYeah, yeah, sure.â You wave them off as you stand up from the little coffee table chair youâd been sitting on for the last few minutes. âIâm going to head out.â
âWhere are you going?â Seungkwan asks.
âAway from you,â you joke.
âI know youâre going to the vending machine,â Jihoon accuses. "You always get a snack after coffee."
You raise your hands in mock surrender.Â
âCan you get me a granola bar, then? You know the one I like, the blueberry one.â Seungkwan asks.
âOh, and a Coke Zero for me?â Jihoon adds. âYâknow, not everyone has a coffee fairy named Joshua, like you do.â
You laugh, shaking your head. âYou know itâs not like that. Besides, you guys just love using my money, donât you?â
âGuilty,â Jihoon grins.
âCome on, I paid for karaoke last Friday,â Seungkwan complains. âThat was way more expensive than a granola bar and a Coke.â
âCoke Zero,â Jihoon says, emphasizing the âZero.âÂ
âTomato, tomato.â Seungkwan wrinkles his nose, enunciating the âayâ and âahâ in the two pronunciations of the word.
âApples, oranges,â Jihoon insists.
âOkay, okay, letâs not fight, children. A blueberry granola bar and a Coke Zero, on your way.â You give a pretentious salute.
Grasping your coffee, you down the rest of it and get up from the table. You crumple the cup and toss it into the trash can before leaving.Â
Walking through the main hallway, you pass the vending machines on your departmentâs floor, which are known to swallow dollar bills without offering products in return. Between the youngest employees in the departmentâpeople like you, Seungkwan, and Jihoonâyouâve discovered a secret spot that has better machines.Â
Once you reach the elevator, you tap on the down button. When the doors open, you walk inside and press on the âGâ and âDoor Closeâ buttons.Â
The elevator doors close smoothly, and you tap your foot as you watch the numbers at the top right corner go down from 8. It reminds you of the awkward elevator ride from Monday morning, but you quickly shake those thoughts out of your head.Â
Itâs best not to think of Joshua when you donât have to.
The garage is a relatively far trek from floor 8, but itâs a worthwhile time sacrifice. The other floors (and by extension, their vending machines) are locked by key cards for employees of their respective departments, so itâs either you take a chance with the floor 8 machines or head to the basement. You, Seungkwan, and Jihoon have all found that youâd rather not take that chance.Â
The elevator announces your arrival to the ground floor with a ding, and as the doors open, you make a beeline toward the machines.Â
Seeing that someone is already using the vending machine closest to the elevator, you walk past it toward the machine closest to the doors leading out of the hall and into the garage.Â
âBlueberry granola bar, Coke Zero. Blueberry granola bar, Coke Zero,â you repeat to yourself under your breath.
Coming to a stop by the vending machine, you scan the snacks inside. Grabbing your wallet, you fish some dollars out and double check the numbers of the items before lifting your right hand up to the combination pad.Â
Jihoon first, because he was slightly less annoying than Seungkwan this morning: Coke Zero, number 405. You punch the numbers into the machine. When it flashes $2.00, your eyes widen.Â
âTwo dollars for a soda is robbery,â you groan.Â
Still, you count two dollars out from the wad of cash in your left hand, then feed it into the machine. The machine begins whirring, the spiral in 405 moving forward. But just as you think the drink is going to come out, the spiral stops.Â
âOh, come on,â you mutter.Â
You press on the small button next to the number pad that you guess is made for delivering change, but it doesnât return your money.Â
Maybe putting in two more dollars would make the machine move and spit out two drinks? Immediately acting on the thought, you punch 405 in the number pad again and feed two more dollars into the machine, only for it to whir without delivering the Cokes again. Another two dollars later, and the same happens.Â
Taking matters into your own hands, you begin banging on the front of the vending machine. After around five seconds of failing to make the machine respond to physical force, your arms fall from the screen back down to your sides.Â
Clenching your fists, you sigh and count out two more dollars from your left hand. Then, your right hand stalls.Â
On second thought, you really donât want to lose more money to the machine. Maybe you should try to force it out one more time? You shove the remaining cash into your back pocket.Â
You raise your clenched fists again, but before your hands meet the vending machine glass, a voice suddenly comes from right behind you.Â
âWhoa, whoa.âÂ
Unfortunately, youâd recognize that honey-coated voice anywhere.Â
You spin around wide-eyed, coming shockingly close to Joshua Hong. His face is dangerously near yours, and his arms have wrapped around your body to clasp your hands in his.
âShua? Whaââ Your voice is breathless, trailing off like youâve forgotten how to speak.
âHey, donât fight the machine. Youâll only end up hurting your hands.â
His words are soft, but the way his thumb grazes your knuckles leaves a faint hint of warmth, like heâs lit a match against your skin. You should pull backâreally, you should. But the closeness, the weight of his presence, keeps you frozen in place.
Your heart stutters in protest. This is nothing. Heâs always like this. Always caring, always thoughtful. Always too close.
And yet, remembering what Seungkwan and Jihoon said, some part of you also wonders: Why does it feel different when itâs me?
Scowling, you drop his hands and take a step back, like distance will save you. "It's fine. I'm handling it."
His brow arches at your defiance, and for a moment, his gaze searches yours, like heâs looking for something youâre not ready to admit.
"Are you?" he asks, the words laced with amusement.
Your hands ball into fists at your sides, both in frustration and to keep them from reaching out for him again and betraying you.Â
âI am,â you insist, though the heat rising in your cheeks threatens to undermine your confidence.
But then, just as quickly, he tilts his head, and his lips curve into a smirkâsoft, upturned at the corners, with those faint dimples that could bring a fortress down.
And for a moment, just a moment, you wonder if youâre the only one feeling this way.
But before you can think of a sharp retort, his voice cuts through the haze in your head.
âYou shouldâve just asked me for helpâlike always.â
The softness in his tone, the familiarity, pulls you up short. Itâs almost unbearable how easy it is for him to say things like this. Like itâs normal. Like itâs not turning your brain into static.
Itâs too much. He canât keep getting away with this, with being so nice to you all the time. Itâs not fair.
âStop being so nice to me,â you blurt out, clenching your fists tighter. Youâve got to hold your ground.
Joshua cocks his head slightly. âI thought you like it when I help you?âÂ
Your face gets, if possible, even hotter.Â
Honestly, what can you even say to that?Â
Desperately avoiding his face, you stare at the much safer collar of his shirt. Itâs an off white color, like the fur of the stuffed bunny heâd gotten you at the arcade. It remains on your nightstand because you still have no idea what to do with it.Â
Realizing that you didnât answer him, you finally deflect. âWhereâd you even come from? I didnât see you.â
âOver there,â he says softly, pointing at the vending machine by the elevator.
âOh.â You press your lips together, belatedly realizing that the person youâd passed on your way to this vending machine had been Joshua all along.Â
âSo, whatâd you need? Iâll fix it for you.âÂ
You feel your face getting hot again. âCoke Zero,â you mumble.
âI thought you didnât like Coke?â Joshua asks.Â
He remembers?
âItâs not for me,â you explain. âFor Woozi.â
âWoozi?â
âOh, I mean Jihoon.â
Strangely feeling like you have to explain yourself to him, to let him know that youâre only friends, you say, âWe went to college together. Me, Jihoon, and Seungkwan. We just happened to get into the same department here.âÂ
Joshua hums in acknowledgment. âNo wonder, I always saw the three of you together. Made me feel left out.â
Your heart drops. Eyes wide, you cross your arms repeatedly, saying, âI neverâwe never meant to exclude you at all!â
âThatâs okay, I have you to talk to, right?â he says with what you can only describe as an upside down smile.Â
You swallow and nod.Â
âYâknow I was just teasing,â he says casually. âI wasnât offended.âÂ
Before you can confront him about the mental whiplash heâs putting you through, he grasps your shoulders and maneuvers you to the right, so that he can stand in front of the machine. His touch was fleeting, but your heart skips a beat anyway.Â
You watch as he grabs two dollars out of his wallet, then punches 405 into the keypad. As the spiral whirs, he sends two precise kicks to the bottom left of the machine.
Doubting his method, you raise your eyebrows in uncertainty. But just as you do, the whirring is accompanied by the sound of the soft drinks falling.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!Â
That actually works?Â
Joshua bends down and sticks a hand into the bottom flap of the machine, pulling out the drinks that had just dropped from slot 405.Â
âFour Coke Zeros, at your service. Anything else?â
âOh, a blueberry granola bar for Seungkwan. And those chips for me,â you say with mild surprise, pointing at slots 201 and 302.Â
âSure thing.â He taps the corresponding numbers and slips some bills into the machine.Â
Thankfully, 201 and 302 are very cooperative, unlike 405.Â
âThank you, you didnât have to pay for those,â you say, your fingers brushing against his as you accept Seungkwanâs granola bar and your bag of chips. The faint contact sends an unexpected jolt through your chest, one you force yourself to ignore.
âOh, itâs not for free,â Joshua replies, his lips curling into a smile thatâs soft yet pointed. âYou owe me a coffee from next door.â
You blink at him, caught off guard. âTomorrow morning, then?â
He nods his head slightly, a gesture so casual it almost feels calculated. âHow about today, after work?â
Your heart stutters. The way heâs looking at youâhis eyes shining, eyebrows raised a little, with a faint crease between his browsâfeels strange. Itâs somewhat vulnerable, like heâs waiting for something.
No, surely not. Surely, heâs notâ
The thought dies before it can fully form, drowned out by the thundering sound of your heartbeat.
âSure,â you manage to squeak out, your voice embarrassingly small in the space between you.
His smile widens, but thereâs a flicker of something else in his expression. Relief? Satisfaction?
You swallow hard and grip the snacks in your hands like theyâre a lifeline. You need to get a hold of yourself. Joshua Hong is not asking you out. Heâs just nice. Thatâs all.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ Wednesday
âYouâre joking. Youâre actually joking.â Seungkwanâs voice rings throughout his waterlogged apartment.Â
âMost unfortunately, Iâm not.â You blink, feeling a droplet of sweat getting dangerously close to your eyes.Â
You carefully wipe the sweat thatâs gathered at your forehead using your forearm, since your hands are gloved up. You definitely donât want the nasty residue from the rubber gloves getting on your face.Â
Seungkwan glares. âYou didnât tell me that you were on a date with You Know Who! Otherwise, I wouldnât have called you.â
âWell, you did,â you say exasperatedly, grabbing an antique-looking lamp and lightly placing it in the box of items to throw away.Â
âTell me what happened, exactly. Donât leave a single thing out!â Seungkwan barks, waving at you from across the room, where heâs dismantling a chair to put in the box.Â
In the middle of clearing out Seungkwan's damp furniture, your mind drifts back to yesterday afternoon, to the cafe whereâŚ
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âŚThe soft hum of coffee grinders and the steady chatter of customers make you feel warm inside, easing the tension from earlier that morning. You sit across from Joshua at a tiny table near the main window, taking in how the late afternoon sun casts a golden glow over his face. He looks like royalty, and you think you could watch him for forever.Â
Heâs nursing a cappuccino, his slender fingers tracing absent patterns on the side of the mug, while you sip on a mocha latte, its foam already starting to lose its shape. Staring at the latte, you think itâs about time you moved on from small talk.
âYou really didnât have to pay for my drink,â you say, though your voice lacks conviction. Itâs hard to argue with him when he wields his secret weapon every time.Â
He smiles, that same boyish, disarming grin he always gives you. âItâs just coffee. I get you one almost every day, yâknow?â
âYeah, but I was supposed toââ
âExactly,â he interrupts, eyes sparkling. âThink of it as payback. For all the mornings you made brighter just by showing up.â
Your cheeks warm at his words, heat spreading down your neck as you lower your gaze to the coffee table, suddenly fascinated by the faint scratch marks on its surface. âYouâre too nice,â you manage, the words feeling as flimsy as tissue paper.
âOnly to you,â he says, and though his tone is light, the words feel impossibly heavy. Like theyâre carrying something youâre both too afraid to name.
Your heart twists violently as your eyes snap up to meet his. The way heâs looking at youâsteady, unyieldingâmakes your breath hitch. This is Joshua, you remind yourself, the nicest guy youâve ever met. And yet, you canât ignore the way it feels like heâs waiting for something. For you.
âYou donât mean that. I donât believe that.â The words spill out before you can stop them, shaky and uneven. But even as you say them, a part of you aches with the knowledge that itâs not entirely true.
Because deep down, you want to believe him. You want to hold onto the idea that heâs different with you, that the warmth in his voice and the way he looks at you isnât just another facet of his kindness but something more.
But that hope is dangerous.
If you believe him and youâre wrongâif this is just Joshua being Joshua, warm and selfless to everyone he meetsâitâll break you. So instead, you tell yourself that itâs impossible. That he canât mean it.
You clutch onto every reason why: the way he always holds the door open for others, how he buys coffee for the entire team sometimes, the way he seems to know exactly what to say to make anyone smile. Itâs who he is, you think, not just with you.
The idea of reading too much into his wordsâof exposing your heart only to realize youâve misunderstood everythingâis unbearable. So you push it away, burying the small flicker of hope before it has a chance to grow.
But even as you deny him, thereâs a quiver in your voice, a hesitation that gives you away.
He leans forward slightly, his arms resting on the table, shrinking the distance between you. âYou should. Donât you ever wonder why?â
Your breath catches. His words hang in the air, heavy and charged, and for a second, you think heâs about to say something that will upend everything youâve convinced yourself to believe about him.
âJoshua, Iââ
Before you can finish, your phone buzzes loudly on the table, shattering the moment.Â
You scramble to grab it, breaking eye contact as you glance at the screen.
It reads: âKwannie Kwannie Kwannie.â
You sigh deeply but answer the call, putting the phone to your ear. âWhat?â
âHelp!â Seungkwanâs voice comes through in a panicked shriek. You take the phone a few inches away from your ear, wincing at the sound, then stiffen. His tone did not sound like one of his regular, made-up crises. Bringing your phone closer to your ear, you hear him shout. âMy apartmentâs flooding! Thereâs water up to my knees, my coach is floating! I donât know what to do! Jihoonâs useless with this kind of stuff, and youâre the only person who knows where my emergency shutoff isââ
âOkay, okay, breathe. 4-7-8 method. Iâll be right there,â you say, shooting up from your chair.
Joshua watches you, his brows knitting together in concern. âEverything okay?â
âSeungkwanâs apartment is flooding. I have to go help him,â you explain, grabbing your bag.Â
âIâll come with you,â he immediately offers, already standing.
âNo, itâs fine. Iâve got it.â You force a smile, though youâre still buzzing with the tension of whatever had just happened. âThanks for the coffee.â
Before he can respond, you rush out the door, heart racingânot just from Seungkwanâs crisis, but from the words Joshua almost said. You hear him calling your name, but youâre unable to bring yourself to look back, afraid youâd cave.Â
If you had, you wouldâve seen a crestfallen Joshua still standing by the table, frozen in place...
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ
...Seungkwan drops a chair leg.Â
If the water hadnât already been drained (by you, yesterday, when you figured out how to use Seungkwanâs emergency shutoff valve), the metal leg would have made a small splash and floated in knee-deep waters. Instead, it fell obnoxiously loudly onto Seungkwanâs hardwood floor, ringing throughout the half-empty apartment with full force.
âAh! Seungkwan!â You jump, nearly dropping your drill, which you had been using to unscrew the legs of the coffee table while retelling what had happened Tuesday afternoon. Â
âHe was about to confess,â Seungkwan says slowly and robotically, as if caught in a trance.Â
You canât bring yourself to deny it.
âHe was about to confess,â he repeats.
Letting out a major sigh, you hop up onto the dining table, tapping it. âYou know, we have to dismantle this too.âÂ
âHe was about to confess!â His sudden shout startles you again. âAnd where the hell is Woozi when we need him?â
âProbably on his way, as he was when you checked 20 minutes ago?â you say dryly.Â
âHe needs to get a load of this. I was right!â Seungkwan waves the chair leg in the air triumphantly, far too close to the ceiling for comfort.Â
âDude,â you laugh, âyouâre going to scratch the ceiling, put it down!â
Seungkwan pouts. âBut this is my victory leg.â
âTell that to Woozi,â you grin. âI think you should show him the leg, first thing.â
He lights up. âExcellent idea.â
All of a sudden, you hear someone knocking on Seungkwanâs door. Jumping off of the table, you skip across the living room down to the narrow main hallway. Once you reach the door, you crack it open a few inchesâas far as the chain link will let you.Â
âWoozi, youâre so late!â Your face breaks out into a smile upon seeing your friend.Â
âMy bad,â Jihoon says with a chuckle.Â
â`Yâknow, Kwannie has a big surprise for you?â
âI canât wait,â he says with a sigh. âHow bad is the damage?â
âSee for yourself.â You take down the chain lock and swing the door fully open with a smile, only to falter at the sight of the one person you thought youâd successfully avoided all day.Â
Joshua.Â
For there he was.Â
âHere to help,â he says shyly, hands folded behind his back.Â
You give Jihoon a panicked look.Â
Jihoon explains, âI was heading out of the office when I caught him in the hallway. He said he was down to help Seungkwan, and I figured the more, the merrier.â
The sight of Joshua standing in Seungkwanâs doorway makes your stomach drop. Itâs like all the tension from earlier has come rushing back in, this time amplified by the unexpectedness of his arrival.
You plaster on a polite smile, though youâre sure it looks more like a grimace. âGreat,â you manage to choke out, turning on autopilot to lead him and Jihoon down the hallway.
But inside, your thoughts are spiraling. What is he doing here? Does he know youâve been avoiding him all day? Did Jihoon tell him anything on the way over?
Your chest tightens as you think about Seungkwan waiting in the living room, blissfully unaware of Joshuaâs presence. You can already imagine the chaosâSeungkwan, ever the open book, accidentally blurting out something incriminating.
What if he says something about the coffee shop? What if he mentions the way you couldnât stop talking about Joshua just now?
Youâre half a step ahead of them, your mind racing through ways to keep the situation from unraveling, but drawing nothing but blanks.Â
But then, out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of Joshua. Heâs walking casually beside Jihoon, his hands tucked into his pockets, a beanie snug on his head. He looks different, less polished than usual, but still effortlessly himself. And for a moment, you falter.
Because despite your panic, thereâs a part of you thatâs almost glad heâs here. A part of you that canât help but wonder what it means that he came at all.
When you reach the living room, you come to a hard stop, frantically making a small X with your arms.Â
But Seungkwan has his attention focused on that blasted chair leg, and of course, he immediately opens with: âGuess who has the biggest news of all time! The biggest action since the Great Orange Plaza Incidentââ
Cue the obnoxiously loud laughter from you. âJoshuaâs here! Say hi!âÂ
Seungkwan turns to the hallway, where, indeed, Joshua is standing. Shocked, he drops the metal leg, and it announces its contact with the ground through a loud clang.Â
Wincing at the sound like earlier, you accidentally shift your body backward into someone behind you.Â
âSorry,â you say, hoping it was Jihoon.Â
His arms come up to grasp your waist, holding you steady.
âNo worries,â comes Joshuaâs voice.Â
You shut your eyes, somehow both drowning in embarrassment and burning up at the spot where heâs touched you.Â
You quickly step out of his hold, trying not to let your flustered state show. âRight,â you say, clearing your throat. âLetâs go now.â
Joshua chuckles softly, his voice like velvet. â꡸ë, ë°ëĄ ę°ě.â Right, letâs go straight away.
Seungkwan, thankfully, is too caught up in his shock to notice the moment, though Jihoon raises a single eyebrow in quiet observation.
As you guide Joshua and Jihoon into the living room, you internally rehearse all the ways you can deflect or redirect the inevitable awkwardness. But before you can settle on anything, Joshua is already rolling up his sleeves. You avert your eyes from his biceps.
âWhat needs moving?â he asks.
You glance around the room, desperate for something to hand off to him. Your eyes land on the dining tableâbig, heavy, and far too ambitious for one person to handle. Perfect. âThe dining table,â you say, trying to sound casual. âWe need to get it downstairs to the lobby for pickup.â
Seungkwan perks up. âOh, that thingâs a beast. Good luck.â
âIâll help,â Joshua says immediately, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looks at you.
You blink, caught off guard. âUh, okay. You and Woozi can move it.â
But Jihoon smirks, catching on. âActually, I just remembered I promised to help Seungkwan with,â his voice trails. âSomething else. Youâve got this, right?â
Before you can protest, Jihoon grabs the metal chair leg and joins Seungkwan in the corner, leaving you and Joshua alone with the daunting table.
âLooks like itâs just us,â Joshua says, his teasing smile widening.
You swallow thickly, resigned. âOkay. Letâs get this over with.â
Together, you begin maneuvering the table toward the hallway. Itâs heavy and awkward, and you struggle to find a good grip on the edges.
âHere,â Joshua says, dropping his side of the table and moving closer. His hands brush over yours as he adjusts your grip, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. âThat should help.â
The contact sends a jolt through you, but you force yourself to focus. âThanks,â you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper.
By some miracle, the table fits in the elevator, though the tight space forces you and Joshua closer together. Youâre much too aware of how little distance there is between you, the faint scent of his cologne making your heart race even faster.
âThis reminds me of Monday morning,â Joshua says suddenly, his voice soft.
Your head snaps up to meet his gaze. What is he talking about? The elevator? The coat? Both?
He nods, his expression unreadable. âYeah. Iâve been meaning to talk to you about that.â
Your stomach twists. âWhat about it?â you ask cautiously.
His eyes searching yours. âI just,â he hesitates for a moment, before continuing. âI feel like we keep dancing around something. Donât you?â
Your breath catches, and suddenly the space feels even smaller. âWhat do you mean?â
Joshua steps just a fraction closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. âI mean,â he pauses for a second or two before picking up again. âThis. Us. I feel like thereâs something youâre not saying. And Iâm not sure if I should say it first.â
The elevator dings, announcing your arrival at the lobby, but neither of you moves.
You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. âShua, Iââ
Before you can finish, the doors slide open, and an older woman waiting outside peers in, her curious gaze snapping you both out of the moment.
âUh, sorry,â you stammer, quickly stepping out with your end of the table.
Joshua follows, but you can feel his eyes on you, his earlier words hanging heavy in the air.
As the two of you set the table down near the designated pickup area, he leans in slightly, his voice low. âThis isnât over.â
Your heart threatens to jump out of your chest, but you force yourself to nod, avoiding his gaze. âYeah. Okay.â
Even as you head back to Seungkwanâs apartment, your mind is racing with the possibilities of what he might sayâand whether youâre ready to hear it.
As you reenter Seungkwanâs apartment, the weight of Joshuaâs words hangs like a thick fog in the air. Itâs almost suffocating, the way your heart beats erratically at the thought of what he might say next.Â
You glance over your shoulder, half-expecting Joshua to be right behind you, but he's still out by the lobby. The sound of Seungkwan and Jihoonâs voices floats down the hallway as they continue their discussion, oblivious to the tension thatâs spiraling in your chest.
You step inside, but you canât shake the feeling that everything is about to change. Joshuaâs wordsââThis isnât overââecho in your mind, repeating with every beat of your heart. What did he mean? What does he expect?
âEverything okay?â Seungkwan calls from the living room, looking up with a raised brow as you walk in.
âYeah,â you chirp, trying to act normal, but your voice comes out too high.
He narrows his eyes. âYou sure? You look a little off. Everything go well?â Itâs unsaid, but you know thereâs a âwith Joshuaâ attached to the end of his sentence.
You force a smile, but itâs shaky at best. âYeah, the table's gone now.â You canât tell him. Not yet. Not with the weight of Joshuaâs unspoken words still pressing against your chest.
Seungkwan studies you for a moment, his gaze flickering toward the hallway. âIâll take your word for it. So, you two, huh?â
Your eyes widen involuntarily, and you try to laugh it off. âěë, ěë! ꡸ë°ęą° ěëěź, itâs really not like that.â
Seungkwan raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âUh-huh. Sure. Anyway, me and Jihoon are going to go to the bar. Want to come?â
The offer hangs in the air, and you realize, suddenly, that itâs the perfect distraction. You need space from your own thoughts. You need to calm your racing heart. Maybe getting out of here will help.
âIâll go,â you blurt, before you can second-guess yourself. âHavenât gone weekday drinking in a while. Let me just grab my bag.â
Seungkwan gives you a knowing look but says nothing more. As you step into the hallway to grab your bag off a high-hanging hook, your mind is still whirling with the unanswered questions about Joshua.Â
Walking further down the hallway, you find Seungkwan and Joshua standing near Jihoon.Â
Jihoonâs already at the door, his hand on the handle. âCome on, letâs go. I need some drinks in my system after today.â
You nod, attempting to shove your thoughts away for the night. The cool air outside greets you, and the cacophony of the city feels like a welcome distraction. As you make your way to the bar, Seungkwan and Jihoon immediately dive into their usual banter, but your mind is elsewhere. You keep glancing over at Joshua, who seems uncharacteristically quiet tonight, his usually playful energy subdued.
By the time you reach the bar and order drinks, youâre beginning to relax. Maybe itâs the alcohol, or maybe itâs the fact that you donât have to think about whatâs going on between you and Joshua, but you canât help but feel like youâre walking a thin line between tension and relief.
But as the night goes on, Seungkwan and Jihoon quickly fall into drunken antics, leaving you and Joshua alone on the quieter side of the bar. The air between you both is thick, like an invisible thread is pulling you closer, yet neither of you dares to speak.
You fiddle with your glass, wondering if you should speak up first. You only have so much courage, though.Â
Thankfully, Joshua clears his throat, his voice low. âë ě˘,â he hesitates for a bit, before deciding to call you out, â쥰ěŠíë°?âÂ
Well, itâs no secret that youâre being quiet. He was, too, at least until now.
You glance up, meeting his gaze for the first time since earlier. His eyes are intense, his lips pulled into that soft, half-smile you know and adore.
âIâve been thinking about what you said earlier,â you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. The words hang between you like a dare.
Joshua leans in just slightly, his breath warm against your cheek. âWhat part?â
Your heart races, but you hold his gaze. âAbout how this isnât over?â
Heâs quiet for a beat, then smilesâjust a little. âI meant what I said.â
And in that moment, you realize youâre in way deeper than you thought.
You swallow hard, feeling the weight of his words settle in your chest, like a stone sinking deep into water. You want to ask him more, to press him, to demand answers, but the words feel trapped in your throat. Instead, you look away, fidgeting with the rim of your glass, your fingers tracing the condensation. The alcohol has started to mellow your nerves, but the tension still hovers in the air between you two, thick and almost palpable.
âYouâve been quiet too,â you manage to say, keeping your voice steady despite the jittery feeling in your stomach. âWhatâs on your mind?â
Joshua doesnât answer right away, his gaze flickering toward the noisy group in the corner where Seungkwan and Jihoon are laughing too loudly, practically leaning on each other for support. The laughter echoes in the background, a sharp contrast to the quiet bubble that has formed around you and Joshua.Â
Itâs the kind of moment that feels too intimate, too close to the edge of something that could change everything.
âI donât know,â he says finally, and his voice is soft, thoughtful. âI guess Iâm trying to figure out if youâre really as clueless as you act, or if youâre just pretending.â His eyes meet yours, and there's something almost vulnerable in his gaze, a flicker of hesitation thatâs rare for him.
You feel your heart skip a beat, caught off guard by the question. âClueless?â You repeat, the word tasting strange on your tongue. âIâm not clueless.â
â꡸ë? Are you sure about that?â he asks, his smile barely there, his tone teasing but with an edge of something elseâsomething deeper.
You narrow your eyes, a little irritated by how easily he toys with you. âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you say, and then immediately regret it. It sounds too defensive, too much like youâre trying to cover something up.
Joshua leans in slightly, his expression serious now, no longer playful. âI think you do. I think youâre scared.â His voice drops, barely above a whisper, but it lands like a truth you canât deny. âYouâre scared of what might happen if you admit what you feel.â
Your breath catches in your throat. The world feels like it slows down, the noise of the bar fading into the background as his words settle in your mind. The truth in them stings, and you donât know how to respond.Â
Heâs right, but you donât want to admit it.Â
Not yet.Â
Not to him.
Before you can say anything, Seungkwan stumbles over, dragging Jihoon along with him. âYou two are too quiet,â Seungkwan says with a grin, clearly tipsy. âWhatâs going on here? Trying to plot against us?â
Joshua straightens up quickly, his smile returning to its usual playful, disarming self. âNothing like that, we were just talking,â he replies, his voice smooth and easy.
You take a deep breath, trying to push the moment away, but the tension still lingers in your chest. You force a smile, though it feels weak. âYeah, just talking.â
Jihoon gives you both a sideways look, too drunk to notice the underlying current between you and Joshua. âYou two really are something, huh?â
Seungkwan laughs, waving a hand as if dismissing Jihoonâs comment. âYeah, yeah, donât mind them. Theyâre just having a little âmoment,ââ he says, emphasizing the last word with air quotes.
You donât know whether to laugh or to cry. Contrary to Seungkwanâs comment, the momentâs long gone now, robbed by the chaos of their antics. But you canât shake the feeling that something has shifted, that you and Joshua are standing on the edge of somethingâsomething both terrifying and irresistible.
And for the first time, you decide that youâre ready to see where it leads.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ Thursday
You wake up on Thursday with a start, the events from last night already feeling faraway. Joshua had dropped you off, and you had spent most of the night restlessly thinking of him, going over how to confess. Â
The bright morning light filters through the blinds, causing you to squint at the time on your alarm clock. Itâs much earlier than youâd usually get up. You fight the urge to go back to sleep.
With resolve, you push yourself up off your bed and run through your morning routine with extra care. And by the time your last alarm rings, youâre ready to tell him.Â
You walk over to the front door, waiting for the telltale signs of movement coming from the apartment next door. Only, you hear nothing. Not even footsteps shuffling around.Â
Your elevator ride is silent. Your bus ride is silent.Â
Joshua had left before youâd even woken upâand youâd woken up pretty damn earlyâand his absence only made you more aware of the pressing silence between the two of you.Â
When you reach your cubicle, your eyes graze over the desk repeatedly, finding something is wrong.
âHey, whatâs gotten into you?â Jihoon asks from the cubicle next to you.
âNothing.â Everything.Â
You stare at the spot where Joshua puts a cup of coffee from the cafe next door every day. Itâs empty.Â
âě¤ë§,â you whisper. No way. Did he decide to drop you because you didnât answer him? But what else could explain his radio silence? You havenât gone to work alone in over a month.Â
âě¤ë§ what?â Seungkwan asks, dropping into his office chair to the left of you at 9 on the dot.
When you donât answer, he asks Jihoon, âWhatâs going on over here?â
Jihoon shrugs. âProbably drama with You Know Who.â
âOh,â he says, and the two of them drop it.Â
Before you know it, the clock has hit 5pm, and youâve spent the entire workday soullessly typing on your keyboard, lifting your head up every time youâve seen movement in the room. Only, the man you were looking for was nowhere to be seen.Â
You miss the stolen glances and bright smiles you used to exchange. The silence had been stifling. You really did want to talk to him, to clear the air today, but he just never showed. Heart sinking, you pack up your bag and put on your coat. You stall for a moment remembering how heâd given you his coat just a few days prior. Did he really decide to give up because you werenât responding well?
The bus ride back to your apartment is silent, but your head is full of speculative thoughts. When the driver announces your stop, your heart settles into a newfound determination.Â
Maybe he could let go, but you canât. You wonât let him go.
âIâll just barge in! Say my piece, then let him talk,â you mumble under your breath, pushing the lobby doors open.
Is it a good plan? You arenât sure, but hopefully heâd forgive you for being hesitant for so long. You honestly donât know how he did itâhow he was able to stand your wishy-washiness?
Eyes tracing the ground, you make a beeline for the elevator, continuing your whispers. âAnd what am I going to say? God, I need a good opening line. Something like, please please take me back? Actually, we were never dating, so I guess that doesnât make sense. Please please like me back? Is that too desperate? Well, I am desperate, soââ
Out of the corner, you see the elevator beginning to close.
âHold the doors, please!â you shout, running as fast as you can. Speed is of the essence, so you can confront him as soon as possible.
You make it across half the lobby in record time, panting as you enter the elevator.Â
âThank,â you say in between breaths, hands on your knees, âyouââ
When you look up, your heart stops.
Joshua Hong. Dressed dapper in an all black suit and carrying, of all things, a briefcase?
âShua?â you say breathlessly, immediately straightening.
Joshua looks down, his usual calm expression faltering for just a second when he sees you out of breath. For a moment, the two of you simply stand there in silence, the elevatorâs gentle hum filling the space between you.
âWhere were you?â you ask, your voice quieter than you'd intended, a hint of nervousness creeping in despite your earlier determination.
Joshua clears his throat, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. âDirector Chun had me accompany him to the Lee meeting. You?â he asks, his gaze softening as he watches you catch your breath.
Your mouth suddenly feels dry. The reality of the situation hits you hard.Â
This was it.Â
This was the moment.Â
But now that youâre face to face with him, youâre unsure of what to say. You shouldâve prepared a real speech, practiced your words properly. Instead, the dreaded silence lingers.
âI,â your voice trails off. âI justââ You let out a shaky breath, then shake your head as if to clear the mess of thoughts swirling inside. âIâve been thinking a lot. About things. About us.â
Joshua tilts his head slightly, a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. âAbout us?â
You nod, trying to steady your breath. The elevator seems to be going slower than usual, as if the universe itself is giving you more time to process, to speak. You feel a strange mix of nerves and determination pushing you forward.
âI didnât handle things right. I was,â you pause for a moment, carefully choosing your next words. âUnsure. Confused. And I thought maybe if I stayed quiet, Iâd be able to ignore everything. But I canât,â you say, the words finally coming out in a rush. âI canât ignore you. I donât want to.â
Joshuaâs eyes soften, his posture shifting, his briefcase clutched tightly in his hands. âYouâre not the only one whoâs been confused,â he admits, his voice low, almost vulnerable. âI didnât know what to do either, but I couldnât let you slip away without at least trying. I care about you. A lot.â
The elevator jerks suddenly, and you both look up in surprise as the lights flicker. A loud noise rings through the space, and with a groan, the elevator comes to an abrupt halt. You both freeze, and your heart jumps into your throat.
âShit,â you gasp, instinctively taking a step back from the elevator doors, but your foot catches in a brief moment of panic, and before you know it, youâre pulled toward Joshua.
He catches you effortlessly, his hand impossibly warm at your back, steadying you as you stumble. âę´ě°Žě?â His voice is gentle but concerned.Â
You canât help but laugh nervously, shaking your head. âYeah, Iâm okay.â
For a moment, the two of you simply stand there, him holding you in his arms, your heart still racing from the shock. Then you both realize the situation. No Wi-Fi. No way to call for help. Just the two of you, stuck in this tiny box, the tension thick in the air. The sound of your heavy breathing fills the silence as the elevator remains motionless.
Joshua clears his throat, his voice teasing again. âWell, if you think about it, this isnât that new.â
In response, you lightly laugh, thinking back to all the times throughout the week where he's kept you steady. The you of Monday morning never would have thought youâd be in this position now, not to mention the you of two months ago.
You glance up at him, mind still racing. The unexpected turn of events had thrust you into a corner. And yet, in some strange way, you felt it was just the kind of moment the two of you needed.Â
Alone.Â
No distractions.Â
No running away.
âWell, at least we have some time to talk now, huh?â you say with a small, tentative smile.
Joshua meets your gaze, his eyes full of understanding. âYeah. Looks like we do.â
And for the first time in days, the silence doesnât feel suffocating. Instead, it feels like an opportunity, a moment to finally clear the air.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ Friday
Youâve been in the elevator for hours, but it doesnât feel like it. Somehow, conversation just flows.
âI liked you first,â you find yourself saying, voice barely above a whisper as you rest your head on his shoulder.
â꡸ë?â comes Joshuaâs soft reply, so close that you can feel the vibrations in his chest. Really?Â
You canât believe he even has to ask. Yes, really. You were so obvious about it. So affected by him that you couldnât even look at the stuffed bunny heâd gotten you on Sunday, reminded of his soft, kind eyes.Â
So you nod, âMm-hm.âÂ
Your eyes flutter shut for a moment, your body still adjusting to the peaceful rhythm of being near him. Youâd been thinking about this for the longest time, but now it feels so natural, so certain, and you canât help but regret all the time youâd spent secretly pining over him. God, youâd even asked him to stop being so nice to you out of pure desperation. Who does that?
âSince when?â His voice is smooth, warm, like a soft melody, and you canât help but feel drowsy with the way it lulls you into comfort.
You pause, eyes drifting to the floor of the elevator as you try to gather your thoughts. âSince when?â you repeat, the memory taking you back.
It was a chaotic day, the kind of day where everything felt so loud and full of people. You were at that welcome party for the new transferâJoshuaâbut it had been too overwhelming. So, youâd slipped away, finding solace in the quiet of the cafe next door. Youâd gotten a coffee to-go, and you sat outside on a bench, letting the world pass you by as you listened to your audiobook. That was your kind of perfect Saturday.
You never saw him that day.
But you did see him a week later, in the hallway of your apartment building. Youâd just locked your door, ready to head out when you noticed the man next door fumbling with his own keys. His moving process had seemed slow, but that day, you finally got to exchange quick introductions before stepping into the elevator together. And somehow, in that brief exchange, you found yourself already falling, the way his laugh filled the space between you, the way you both laughed at the coincidences stacking upâthe apartment, the floor, the building, the department. It was electric, the start of something special.Â
You glance up at him now, still leaning against his shoulder. âWhen we first met, in the hallway,â you finally say, voice soft.
Joshua smiles, a glint of fondness in his eyes. âThat was when we first met?â
You furrow your brows, confused. âWasnât it?â
Joshua laughs quietly, the sound like a comforting hum in the otherwise still elevator. âI remember differently,â he says, poking your cheek gently.
You tilt your head. âIf not the hallway, what was it?â
âThe first day I came here, sweets,â he says, his fingers brushing a lock of your hair from your face.
Your mind races, wondering if youâve forgotten an important memory. âBut we didnât meet, did we?â
Joshua hums, the kind of hum that carries a story behind it. âI guess you didnât see me, but I saw you.â
You blink, unsure if you heard him right. âWhen?â
He leans back slightly, eyes distant as if replaying the scene in his head. âI remember being bombarded by all the office workers. God, it was so chaotic. I couldnât breathe. I had to get out, so I said some BS excuse about needing a drink.â He chuckles softly, then his expression shifts, softer now. âI went to the drink station by the window, grabbed whatever they had, and just stared out. I was wondering how long I could hide before it was socially acceptable to go home, when I saw you.â
You shift, intrigued by his words.
âYou sat outside on the bench. You werenât even aware of the crowd inside, just focused on,â he pauses, thinking of the right word, before continuing, âExisting? Listening to something, I guess. I watched you for a while. You were so still, so peaceful in the middle of all that noise. It made me stop and think. Iâve never really done that before. Iâve always been in âgo, go, goâ mode. But there you were, just being, and I donât know. I think thatâs when I started thinking about you.â
His words settle over you like a blanket, warm and unexpected.
âI decided then to keep giving you coffee after that,â Joshua adds with a shrug. âYouâre my elevator to my small enlightenment, if you will. You made me slow down, sweets.â
At that, your heart flutters in your chest. âI never knew,â you murmur. âI thought you were just nice to everyone. All this time, youâve been looking at me like Iâve been looking at you.â
Joshua smiles softly, his fingers brushing against yours. âIâve been thinking about you for a lot longer than youâve been thinking of me.â
âOnly a week!â you protest.Â
Joshuaâs eyes shine as he looks at you, crinkling into crescents. His hands steadily clasp yours, thumb rubbing against the back of your left hand. âStill think Iâm too nice?â
âNo,â you say, burying your face in his chest. âKeep being nice to me.â
When the elevator finally dings, and you can hear firefighters shouting things past the doors, itâs a few minutes past 12am. But neither of you moves, content in making up for lost time late into the night.Â
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Author's Note: yes they were stuck in an elevator for like 7 hours from thurs after work to midnight, ë´ ë§ěě´ěź
Disclaimer: nothing i write is representative of how svt acts off camera, take their names as stand-ins for oc's!!
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if you are looking for spencer and bombshell requests, what about the first time a girl flirts with spencer after they start dating, but bombshell is fully secure because she knows her worth and understands that heâs a catch? if you need more ideas i can squeeze my brain really hard
love ur brain pls keep squeezing it <3 fem!reader
Youâre the cheesy girlfriend no one expects you to be. You change your phone contact for Spencer to âMy Sweet Boyfriendâ with a heart, you hold his hand in stupid places (though youâd done that before, sometimes), you bring him coffee, you fluster when he kisses your cheek no matter your disposition âyou're overwhelmed in the honeymoon phase, and everybodyâs surprised.Â
âThatâs not very cool of you,â Morgan says, having noticed your ducked head, your smile dripping with a private pleasure and your cheek still shining with Spencerâs quick kiss. Heâs gone to find plastic cutlery.Â
âIâm not that cool when it comes to Spencer,â you say.Â
âI canât believe what Iâm hearing.âÂ
Morgan is as pleased for you both finally getting together as anyone, even if he finds it foreign. It is weird to suddenly be openly in love with each other, and likely stranger for the team to see you in anything that isnât total calm collection.Â
âHeâs so lovely.âÂ
âYeah, I know,â Morgan says, more earnest now as he slaps a rolled sandwich down in front of you. âHeâs a catch. I asked for no mayonnaise, was I supposed to do that?âÂ
Emily tucks her seat in next to yours. âHeâs totally trapped by that secretary again, I hate to tell you.âÂ
You turn around.Â
âWhy would you tell her that?â Morgan asks.Â
âWhat?âÂ
You peer out of the office door, where Spencerâs being chatted to by a stunningly attractive secretary. She has dark skin and darker hair, alluring almond eyes that light her sweetheart face with a bright charm. âOh, sheâs getting prettier,â you say.Â
Youâve got Spencer Reid locked in. Nothing in you doubts that heâs currently infatuated with you. You donât even care when he laughs at her joke, or when she dips her head bashfully toward him.Â
âYou better go and get your man,â Morgan says.Â
âWhat for?âÂ
âSheâs flirting hard,â JJ says. Sheâs only just looked up from her phone. âHeâs gonna start blushing.âÂ
As if. You turn back to the table, unwrapping the paper from your sandwich with a happy sigh. Spencer looks so cute when he blushes, his cheeks turn pink and he smiles like heâs being tickled, itâs adorable. If that pretty secretary wants to do the hard work for you, itâs her prerogative. Heâs your boyfriend.Â
âI donât need to do anything, heâs fine,â you say.Â
Youâre cutting your sandwich in half when you feel a presence behind your back. A familiar hand closes around your shoulder, a voice in your ear, âThanks for nothing.âÂ
You giggle at his embarrassed tone, turning your face up to his, immediately delighted by his pink-tinged cheeks and neck. âYou looked like you were having fun!âÂ
âYouâre not gonna pretend to be mad?â he asks, leaning over you to open your sandwich. He pulls out a sad looking tomato and a similarly wilted slice of lettuce and closes it again. âDid you want a drink? I canât believe you.âÂ
âSpencer, did you want me to come and get you?â you tease.Â
âIt wouldâve been nice of you. Drink?âÂ
You laugh again, tugging him down by the wrist. âNo, Spencer, I donât want a drink, just sit down. What was I supposed to do? Iâm not gonna pull her off of you.âÂ
âBut why?â he asks, nearly not quite pouting. âShe asked me if it was too hot in here for me.â He sits in the chair beside you, his hand dropping to the soft inside of your thigh as he leans in imploringly. âIf you cared about me at allââ
Everybody laughs, including yourself. Heâs clearly joking, and for once nobody on the team mistakes it for ineptitude, which seems to cheer him up. He gives your leg a rather bold squeeze considering who he is and where you are, and again when you gesture for him to lift his face to plant a kiss on the ridge of his jaw. âI do care about you, Spencer. Sorry I wasnât jealous. Should we try again?âÂ
He turns your face away from your coworkers, eye to eye. âYouâre making fun of me.âÂ
His hand trails to your elbow. âNo,â you say, your skin tingling under his touch.Â
âI donât believe you. And I know you need a drink, they didnât send your bottle of water. I didnât manage to find those forks, either.âÂ
He gets up again. He hasnât so much as glanced at his own food, patting your back in a promise that heâll return before he edges out of the office and into the stationâs bullpen. You take a smug bite of your sandwich. You canât hide it.
âTold you,â you say once youâve swallowed. You hadnât needed to do anything, and you really arenât worried about other women. âHe likes me a lot.âÂ
âUnderstatement of the year.âÂ
You send Morgan a loving smile. When you glance over your shoulder, Spencerâs taking the long way through the office to the water cooler.
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Bold Moves
Summary: You decide to slip Ari your panties during an innocent encounter at the public library...
Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Brief Discussions of Body Image, Bird Being Brave, Going Commando, Light Roleplaying, Frisking, Manhandling, Spanking, Ass Slapping, P in V Sex, Implied Overstimulation, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Decided to finish this when I came across it in my drafts. Takes place earlier in Ari and Bird's romantic relationship. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
âIâm so glad you pitched me this idea, Marisol.â You beam as you finish writing in your notebook. âI know itâs still early yet, but I would love to collaborate with you for Halloween.â
âYes!â The younger woman cheers, throwing her arms up in the air. âI knew I picked the right woman.â
âJust I knew they picked the right woman to run the town library.â You throw her a wink before tucking your pad and pen back into your purse. âNow, I hate to cut this meeting shortâŚâ Out of habit you press a hand against your belly, silently wishing youâd opted to throw on a pair of spanx this morning instead of a flimsy pair of panties.Â
Frankly, you were tired of sucking it in. But every time you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror you looked pretty damn good. Perhaps your confidence was growing after all.Â
âBut I need to get home and change so I can run by the shop before it gets too late.â You finish, feeling grateful when the sweet librarian sees fit to lead you out of her office.
âSoooâŚâ The dark-haired woman drags out the word, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as you both come around the corner. âWord on the street is that youâve been seeing a lot of Detective Levinson lately. Everything good, I hope?â
 âWhat do you mean?â You respond, willing your pulse to remain steady. âEverythingâs fine. He justâŚlikes for me to call him whenever something new pops up about Martin. Thatâs all.â
And whenever you lock up in the evening. And when you make it home. And then again to decide if heâs coming to your place for the night. Or, if youâre already on the back roads heading to his.Â
It was all so fun and exciting. But at the same time, it was just sex. Amazing sex, mind you. But just sex all the same.   Â
Instead of responding immediately, Marisol simply chooses to link her arm through yours. âMm. While I havenât lived here long, Iâve already learned how much this town loves gossip.â She muses. âWhich is why I try to fly under the radar at all times.â
âUh huh.â You give her a gentle nudge. âEven when it comes to a certain Officer Milton?â
âShh! We do no not speak that manâs name in this house!â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I feel like he always goes out of his way to justâŚbe around. Heâs like a puppy. I do not have time for puppies, chica. Iâm too busy building a career amongst the books.â
âWell sugar, I suppose you might wanna tell him that.â
âAy, but that would involve making conversation. Something I also do not have time for becauseââ
âBecause heâs standing over there by the door, talking to our favorite resident detective.â You interrupt with a giggle, prompting the other woman to drop your arm in a flourish before racing off back in the direction of her office before squeaking out âyou never saw meâ - leaving you alone.Â
You allow yourself to stand there for another moment, content with watching the two men talk. While both were easy on the eyes, you were only interested in one of them. Glancing down at your outfit, you once again reassure yourself that youâre looking pretty damned good.Â
And then â just that fast â an idea strikes you.
Refusing to overthink what it was you were about to do, you discreetly make your way into the ladies room. After checking to make sure you were alone, you slip into a stall. Reaching underneath your skirt, you slide your lacy black panties down your thighs before stepping out of them.Â
Biting your lip, you tuck the small scrap of fabric into your pocket. Once youâre finished, you go to leave. But not before stopping long enough to refresh your lip gloss and fluff your curls. And then youâre out the door.
Hopefully youâd be able to catch the handsome bounty hunter before he left.
Thankfully, it doesnât take you long to find him. Heâs right where you saw him last â near the front of the library still talking to Milton. As you near the two, you canât help but wonder if youâll be able to pull this off without making an absolute fool of yourself.Â
But first youâd have to find a way to get rid of Officer Milton without making your intentions obvious. And then it hits you. While it might be wrong, it was officially time to pawn him off on your favorite new friend.
Marisol.
âGood afternoon, Officer Milton.â You chirp as you sidle forward, politely interrupting their conversation. âDetective Levinson.â Of course youâre immediately met with smiles from both men.Â
âWell get a load aâ you.â Milton gives a playful whistle once he gets a good look at your business attire. âLookinâ sharp, darlin. Goinâ somewhere special?â
âActually, I just came from a meeting down at the bank.â You tell them, smoothing your hands along your gray pencil skirt.Â
âAhh.â The officer nods. âFingers crossed all went well.â
âIt did. Thank you.â Delicately clearing your throat, you make a show of glancing around before directing your complete attention to the young officer in front of you. âWhile I hate to interrupt you two when youâre hard at work, I think Marisol might need you.â
âShe does?â The man immediately perks up, vaguely reminding you of your neighborâs golden retriever.Â
âYep.â You wince inwardly, hating yourself for lying. âNot sure what itâs about, but I think sheâs somewhere in the back.âÂ
Just like that, a switch has been flipped and Officer Milton is off on the hunt for a sweet little librarian who most certainly did not need him. Fingers crossed she would catch the hint and just go with it.Â
And now youâre alone with the one man with the power to leave you breathless. You were constantly left tied up in knots around this man. But today it was finally time you turned the tables on this guy.Â
âHowâs the manhunt going, Detective? Any new leads?â
âIâm afraid I canât discuss this part of my investigation with you, Miss.â He says, flashing you a rather charming smile. âBut if you hear from our guy Martin anytime soon, be sure to give me a call.â
âOf course.â You nod, feeling your cheeks heat. âWell, Iâd best be goinâ now.â
âBe safe gettinâ home.âÂ
âSame to you. Detective.â
And then, without sparing him so much as a warning glance, you discreetly remove your panties from their hiding spot and slip them into the back pocket of his jeans. To his credit, Ari doesnât move a muscle. Instead he continues to stare straight ahead, his gaze never wavering. Â
Head held high, you manage to make it all the way to your car before collapsing in a fit of nervous laughter. While you wished you couldâve seen his face, you know deep down that you were better off running off the way you had. Â
Maybe heâd call you tonight and maybe he wouldnât. But all that mattered is that youâd mustered up enough confidence to make some bold moves this afternoon, which by all accounts made you a bad bitch.
Later That Same EveningâŚ
Itâs been hours since you pulled that stunt with Ari, but as luck would have it, you still had yet to hear from him. Not that you were worried or anything. In fact, if you had to choose an emotion, you were more disappointed than anything else.
While youâd long since abandoned your high heels by your front door, you were still wearing the outfit youâd worn to the bank. Youâd simply been too excited to go by the shop so youâd decided to remain closed for the day.
Heaving a sigh as you rise from the couch, youâre in the middle of debating whether or not itâs worth trying to cobble together something for dinner when you hear the sound of your doorbell. Confused, you go to reach for your phone, only to frown when you see thereâs nothing from the one man you wanted to hear from most.
The bell chimes again, prompting you to get a move on. âIâm cominâ, Iâm cominâ!â You mumble, stretching your arms above your head. Opening the door, youâre treated to the sight of a large man standing on your porch with his hands in his pocket, his official badge prominently displayed on his hip.Â
Hello, Detective Ari Levinson.Â
âEvening, Miss. Apologies for bothering you so late.âÂ
âWhy hello, Detective. Somethinâ I can help you with?â You do your best to keep your tone light while you wait for him to explain himself.
âSure hope so. Got a report about someone engaging in some inappropriate behavior.â He informs you, barely concealing his smirk as he leans his big body against the porch railing.
âIs that right?â
âFraid so.â He nods solemnly. âIn fact, I actually found a trail of evidence that led me right here to your front door.â
âIâŚwell, there has to be some mistake.â You protest, your hand flying to your chest.Â
âHuh.â Ari sucks on his teeth as he reaches into his pocket to retrieve a small scrap of lacy black fabric. âThen you wouldnât happen to know who these belong to, would you?â
Your eyes go wide at the sight of your panties dangling from one thick index finger.Â
âIâm not sure what youâre implying, but theyâre certainly not mine.â You sniff haughtily. âIâve never seen those before in my life.â
âNow, Miss.â He gently chastises, taking another step towards you, invading your space. âPerhaps I should warn you that itâs a crime to lie to a member of law enforcement.â Instead of responding you simply fold your arms across your heaving bosom.Â
The nerve of this man, thinking he had the right to question you like this right out in the open. Honestly, what would your neighbors think? The scandal!
âYou know what? Iâm thinkinâ Iâm gonna need to search the premises.â The bounty hunter moves to enter your home, only to growl when your hand stops him short. âItâs also a felony to impede an official investigation.â Ari grunts, his brow furrowing in annoyance.
âAnd I'm thinkinâ I'm gonna need to see a warrant first, Detective.â
Your breath catches in your throat as you watch his eyes darken - his nostrils flaring ever so slightly.Â
âIâm sure a good girl like you ainât got nothinâ to hide.â Ari rasps, leaning in so that his mouth now hovers a mere inch above your ear. âUnlessâŚâ
âUnless what?â You respond, sounding a little more breathless than youâd like.
âUnless thereâs something in there you donât want me to find?â
âI donât have anything to hide.â Blowing out a breath you decide to give the man what he wants, if only to see what comes next
âNot sure I believe you, sweetheart.â
âFine.â You concede. âI suppose it wouldnât hurt to let you come in for a quick look. But youâve gotta be fast.â You tell him, poking him in the shoulder before turning to lead him into your home. âBecause Iâm expecting company any minute and we donât need an audience.â
âWeâll see.â
Your pulse kicks up when you hear Ari shut the door behind you, followed by the quiet snick of the lock. Guess that meant he thought he was staying awhile. Just as you open your mouth to protest, youâre caught off guard when he brushes by you, allowing you to catch a hint of his cologne.Â
âIâm not sure what youâre on, Detective.â You say, shooting him your fiercest glare. Meanwhile, this man responds with his most lethal grin. âBut Iâm giving you five minutes to figure it out before IââÂ
âYou know, Miss, I didnât wanna ask you this outside. Especially given the already delicate nature of this investigation. But do you happen to be wearing any panties?â
âExcuse me?!â His question has your mouth falling open, your cheeks burning hot with outrage.
âAnswer the question.â His eyes track your every movement as you slowly back away in the direction of the stairs. âBecause every good girl I know puts on a pair of panties before leaving the house for the day.â
âGoodnight, Detective Levinson.â You hiss before turning and taking the stairs two by two. âPlease see yourself out before Iâm forced to call your supervisor.â
Your words are met with silence. And itâs not until you reach the edge of your bedroom that you hear him moving â up the same stairs youâd just scaled only seconds before. You can hardly suppress a shiver as the heady thrum of anticipation courses through you.Â
âI hate to break it to you, sweetheart.â Ari growls softly as his impressive form fills your doorway, effectively blocking your only exit. âBut Iâm not through with my investigation.â Itâs a struggle to ignore just how good he looks taking up space in your bedroom like this.Â
âI want you to leave.â
âOh, I will. As soon as Iâm finished.â He takes a step towards you, rolling up his sleeves as he does. âBut first, Iâm gonna need you to turn and place your hands on the wall.â
âIâI will do no such thing!â Comes your almost breathless reply. âIâm not a criminal.â
âHm.â Ari cocks his head, his magnetic blue eyes leering at your much smaller, curvier frame. âBut you are a suspect.â In less than a fraction of a second, this man is now standing in front of you. âAnd it would be rather reckless of me if I didnât pat you down.â One large hand curls itself around your bicep before gently leading to a nearby wall. âYou should know that Iâm a bit of a stickler when it comes to following protocol.âÂ
Blood roaring in your ears, you place both of your hands on the cool surface. Taking a deep breath, you canât help but jump when he kicks your feet apart, forcing you to spread your legs even wider, granting him better access.
âIâm gonna report you.â Unfortunately for you, your flimsy threat does nothing to deter him.
Your eyes fall shut when you feel two large, warm hands glide their way up and down your arms. It feels as tempting as it does comforting. He repeats the action twice more, almost as if heâs trying to lull you into a false sense of security.Â
Next, those wandering hands are stroking along your sides, greedily following the path of your curves. And then you feel him bury his nose in the crook of your neck. Itâs impossible to miss his soft groan as he inhales your sweet scent.
âNow Iâve gotta ask you, little Bird.â He hums, his sharp teeth nipping at your ear. âDo you have anything on you that could stab, stick, or poke me?âÂ
âN-no.âÂ
God, you were so fucking wet right now itâs embarrassing. And you canât stop the moan that catches in your throat when his sensual ministrations move to your breasts â cupping, massaging, and kneading. He lewdly palms them through your blouse, this thumps paying extra attention to your hardened nipples. Your back arches of its own accord as he continues to play with your body.
And thereâs a part of you that hates yourself for the way he makes you respond. Â
âHm. So far so good, baby. Proud of you for keeping your hands where I can see âem.â Now his hands are skimming down your hips to toy with the hem of your skirt. His warm breath dances along your sensitive skin, making you shiver. âBut now itâs time for the big question.â Ari begins inching your skirt higher and higher. âAnd donât you dare lie to me. Are youââ
âThis ainât right, Detective!â You protest, protectively clenching your thighs together. However, your words only make him chuckle. âPretty sure this is an illegal search and seizure.â
âAs a member of law enforcement, I would have to respectfully disagree with you.â He says at the same time as he grinds himself against you, his massive erection pressing into your lower back. âItâs my job to keep the community safe. And to deal with naughty girls who go around handing out their unmentionables to strangers.â Your skirt inches even higher now, stopping just short of revealing your dripping cunt.Â
âAnd what do you know?â He purrs, holding you still as his hand dips between your thighs, cupping your most intimate flesh. âLooks like weâve got a little liar on our hands. Donât we?â
âDonât. We.â The renewed authority in his tone makes your pussy quiver.
âYes, Sir.â
âAnd how should we handle liars, sweetheart? Hm?â Your knees go weak when you feel two thick fingers spear their way through your messy folds, lightly strumming over your clit. âWhat should we do with you?â
â....IâŚdonât knowâŚ.â
His deep chuckle has you squirming in his hold, your hips bucking as he continues to grind the heel of his palm against your sensitive nub. Â
âTell you what. You and I are about to have a serious conversation about what happens to pretty young ladies who canât seem to tell the truth. Even when itâs in their best interest. What do ya say?â
âYâyes, Sir.â You moan as your eyes threaten to roll back in your head, sparks of pleasure dancing behind your eyes. âWhatever you want â Iâll be so, sooo good!â
Thirty Minutes LaterâŚ
âWhy the fuck you keep runninâ, baby?â Ari growls, smacking your bottom hard. âYeah, get that juicy ass back here. Love watchinâ those cheeks bounce.â
The rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, spilling out into the hall as Ari drives into you over and over again with his impressive cock.Â
Heâd been hard for hours before he ever showed up on your doorstep. Frankly, heâd lost count of how many times heâd paused throughout the day to bring your panties to his nose. It was like he couldnât seem to get enough of how good you smelled. But he also knew that wouldnât be enough.
He needed to taste you. Needed your unique, earthy flavor on his tongue.Â
Thankfully, he had no doubt that heâd have time to eat the fuck out of your sweet pussy later. After he was finished fucking you into oblivion for being such bad girl. Who wouldâve guessed his little Bird had it in her to be so deliciously naughty?
Meanwhile, youâre too busy sobbing into a pillow to be proud of yourself right now, your hands fisting the sheets while your man exacts his revenge on your body. At this rate, youâd already cum twice. And here you were already roaring along to orgasm number three.Â
Fuck, this man was a goddamned menace!
Your desperate cries grow louder as Ari picks up his pace, forcing you to clench around him as you finally resort to begging.
âPlease, Ari!â You wail when he lifts your hips higher before adjusting the angle of his strokes. âIâooh GodâMâso close!â
âOh yeah?â He snarls, the sound rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest. âThen let me see you work for it.â A sharp hiss escapes when his heavy palm comes down on your ass again, this time smacking both cheeks without so much as missing a beat. âThis is how bad girls get punished.â You tense when he delivers yet another blow. âTheyâve gotta work for their pleasure.â
âIâm sorryâwooh God!â Your voice comes out raw, bordering on hoarse.      Â
âThatâs it, baby. Yeah, there we go.â He gifts you with another slap, earning a sharp yelp from you. âYeah, throw it back like you love it.â
After an afternoon of being bad, thereâs nothing you want more than to be good for this man. You wanted to please him. Make him happy. If only so he never stopped touching you. And you were trying â honest to God, you were.
But it was all too good. Too much.Â
âJust know, everytime you run, Iâm gonna drag that sweet ass right back.â Ari renews his punishing grip on your hips, holding you up even as your sweat slicked body starts to give out. âNow cum for me one more time so I can finally stop takinâ it easy on you, pretty Bird.â
END
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Soulmates (Hirai Momo & Myoui Mina x M!Reader)
I FINALLY finished writing this. I'm done, I'm never writing a one shot this long again.
Read part 1: Love Warning (smut)
Word Count: 7,004
1 month after the events of "Love Warning"
As you were sitting in your office you got a phone call on your office phone.
"Hello?"
"You know what I'm calling for Y/N."
You took a deep sigh, hung up the phone, and made your way to Momo's office.
Ever since you took back the job you quickly realized why you wanted to quit in the first place. The only thing keeping you was the promise of sex with your boss.
Knocking on her door you waited for her to say "Come in." before you went in. "Go ahead close the door and lock it for me Y/N." she told you and you obliged.
"What's wrong Y/N is something on your mind?"
"It's nothing." you state as you make your way over to her.
"You suck at lying just tell me Y/N."
"No really I'm fine."
"I won't let you lick my pussy ever again if you don't tell me what's bothering you. Now tell me what's wrong."
You sighed, there was no getting past her. "Look it's just that I feel like doing this job is wearing me down. The only thing keeping me here is-"
Momo cut you off "Shh no need to say more Y/N I understand. I'm sorry I never paid much attention to your needs. How about you take a week off and I'll have Mina cover your work. Will that work for you?"
"Would that really be fine?"
"It'll be fine. Don't worry I'll let Mina yell at me."
"But who will take over Mina's work?"
"I can do it."
"No Momo I can't take a break if it means that you will have a bigger work load."
"Y/N I'm your boss and it's my job to make sure your mental health is okay. So please let me do this for you."
You knew there was no convincing her otherwise.
"Alright."
"Go ahead and go home and I'll go ahead and call Mina to tell her about her work change."
"Thank you Momo."
You walked out the door and headed to your office to grab your things before you went home.
"H-Han? Why are you in my office?"
"I've been looking for you Y/N."
"Why?"
"I just wanted to check up on you. Lately you've been behaving a little more ... I don't know how to say this without it coming off as weird but I feel as if you've been a little more depressed recently. I just wanted to check up on you maybe ask if you wanted to hangout with me on my lunch break."
"Han I don't know what to say."
Even if you didn't say it you were a little touched by the fact that Ji-sung noticed your struggle. Even Momo who you saw every day didn't notice. Though it was likely that she didn't notice cause she was too busy giving you head.
"Shit did I miss the mark Y/N? I'm sorry that was unprofessional of me."
"No Han it's fine really. But I should tell you that I got a week off from work so my mental health should be fine."
"I'm glad to hear that. Just call me if you ever need someone to complain to."
"Will do."
Suddenly Han's phone buzzed and he pulled it out to check it.
"Damn it."
"What happened?"
"Lee Know is upset I didn't finish my work yesterday."
"Good luck with that."
Han left the room and you started to collect your things.
When you finished collecting your stuff you started heading out but before you could even make it out of your office doors you ran into yet another coworker.
"Mina what are you doing here?"
"So you're going on break for a week?"
Ignoring your question to ask her own ... typical.
"Answer my question first asshole."
"Feisty today huh? Would you do the same if I was Momo?"
"Quit yapping and get to the point."
"Don't you know patience is a virtue? But fine I'll cut to the chase, do you live alone Y/N?"
"Yeah I live alone."
"Good give me your address now."
"Why?"
"Don't you think it's time for you to call someone else your mommy? Momo is focused on giving you pleasure but no one has focused on giving you pleasure. I just want to give that to you."
"What's your relationship with Momo?"
"If you give me your address I'll answer your questions."
"I'll text it to you Mina."
"It wasn't that hard now was it Y/N?"
She smiled at you before she left your office.
You still had many questions to ask her. What was her relationship with Momo and why was she so interested in you?
"I'll think more about it when I get home." you thought to yourself.
-
Once you arrived home you went straight to bed exhausted from the work you've been doing without even bothering to change your clothes.
Before you could fall asleep you heard a knock coming from your front door not long after you laid down on your bed.
"Who the fuck is knocking, why can't they leave me alone?"
Getting up and making your way to the front door. You opened the door and saw Ji-min (Karina) on the other side.
"Karina why are you here and not at work?"
"Today is my day off. The real question is why are you here?"
"I'm on a week break."
"Why?"
You didn't want to tell more people than you should. Karina was the type of coworker that couldn't keep her mouth shut about anything. Not long after she mistakenly thought you hit on Mina she started to talk about it with everyone which started a rumor that you had a crush on Mina.
A few of your coworkers brought it up to you and you had to explain the situation to them. Though you were unsure if the rumors ever reached Momo or Mina.
"I just want a break from work."
"I feel that. So how's it going with Mina?"
"Karina!"
"What? I just want to know if you took any of the advice I gave you."
"Are you just here to bother me?"
"No I'm not, how about you let me in your house."
You moved out of the way and let her in. Karina walked in and walked around your house.
"It's rather small no?"
"Yeah, well I don't want a big place."
"Won't you get bored if you stay here all week?"
"I'll manage."
"Y/N that's sad. How about we go to an event at the end of the week?"
"Event?"
"There's an event going on tonight down the street called "Soulmates". A select few of people will be accepted and get the chance to mingle with others who were accepted."
"I'm not interested."
"Come on if your not going to talk to Mina you might as well try to see if you can get a girlfriend."
"I'll think about it."
"Today's the last day they'll take submissions though!"
"Whatever just sign me up yourself."
"No you have to do it yourself!"
"Why?"
"Because they'll want to interview you."
A low groan came out of your mouth and you knew Karina wouldn't leave you alone unless you agreed.
"Let's go then."
"Would it kill to be able to relax?"
...
Once you arrived at the place where the "Soulmates" event would be taking place Karina led you to the registration area.
There weren't as many people as you thought there would be but then again today was the last day so most people probably already signed up beforehand.
Once it was your turn you walked into the room and sat in front of a woman who was holding a clipboard.
"Please state your full name and what sex you identify as."
"Y/N L/N and I'm a guy."
"Do you prefer Men, Women, or Non-binary?"
"Uhm ... Women I think."
"What's your current occupation."
"I work as a secretary."
"Can you state for which company?"
"Tdoong Entertainment."
"A lot of applications from people who work there it seems." The woman said as she wrote on her clipboard.
"Wait there are others who signed up from the company?"
"Can you say who else who works at Tdoong Entertainment signed up for this event?"
"Sorry sir but I can't share that."
"That's fine."
"Anyways let's continue, so what would you say you're looking for in a partner?"
"Well..."
-
Once you finished answering all her questions she let you go and you met up with Karina.
"So how did it go?"
"I don't think they'll accept me."
"Why not?"
"I feel like she wasn't impressed by my answers."
"Don't say that Y/N I'm sure you'll be accepted."
"By the way the lady mentioned that other people from the company have signed up for the event. Do you know who else signed up?"
"Well other than me I have no idea who else could have signed up."
"I guess it's not my business regardless."
"Want to hangout at your place Y/N?"
As much as you wanted to tell Karina to go home you didn't want to sound rude by denying her offer.
"Sure let's go."
You and Karina headed back towards your house and you told yourself that you didn't really care if you got accepted. After all your having sex with Momo who you find attractive after all. Sure you both aren't "Official" but who cares?
Though you might not want to admit it you really wanted someone who could understand you and support you emotionally. You didn't care about sex with Momo, if she couldn't understand you were experiencing emotional distraught until you directly told her was she really your soulmate?
Once you both arrived at your house you went to sit on the couch and Karina followed you.
"So what are we doing Y/N?"
"Can you just leave me alone?" is what you wanted to tell her.
"Let's just watch a show yeah?"
"Okay, what do you want to watch?"
"How about you pick?"
Karina grabbed the controller sitting on the table and turned on your T.V. "What genre are you feeling?"
"Anything."
She gave you a sly smirk and put on a movie.
You didn't necessarily care about what she put on. Sitting back and closing your eyes trying to finally get some rest.
Unsure of how long you had your eyes closed you were suddenly waken up by the feeling that someone was wrapping their arms around you.
"Karina what are you doing?"
"Look at the movie Y/N."
Looking up to see the movie you saw it was a couple who were talking to each other in a bedroom.
"What about it?"
"Keep watching."
You kept your eyes on the movie but had issues hearing and watching the movie because you were still a bit hazy after waking up.
As the movie went on it suddenly turned explicit as the people in it were quickly discarding their clothes and were being intimate with each other.
It made you a little hot watching such an explicit movie to begin with but now you were watching it with a coworker.
Your cock was getting a bit hard and you were getting worried Karina would notice.
"Can we skip this scene? I'm not a big fan of explicit movies." You asked but Karina didn't answer your question.
Out of the blue you felt hands on your thigh. You looked down and saw that they were Karina's and they were inching closer to your cock.
You were getting nervous and tried to take her hands off of you but you weren't able to pry them off.
Karina's hands were now directly touching your clothed cock and your face was burning red. For the first time since her hands were on your thighs you turned to Karina.
"Y/N you know you can ask me for anything right?"
Unable to control your urges you latched your lips onto hers.
A heated exchange between both of you started and both of your tongues started exploring the others mouth living in the moment.
Your hands reached up for Karina's breasts and you gave them a firm squeeze which elicited a moan from her.
She wasn't about to forget about her own desires and started to rub your clothed cock which made you let out a low groan.
Now your heated exchange was getting sloppy with saliva pouring out of both of your mouths. You pulled away and now rubbed your tongue with Karina's as you changed your hand to the other breast and started to rub them.
You really wanted to tear off her clothes and feel her naked body. Karina however was already ahead of you. She started to pull up her shirt making it half way before you helped her take off the rest, throwing it, and leaving her in her black bra.
Reaching around her body you unclasped her bra letting them fall to the floor. Not wasting your chance you shoved your face in between Karina's breast and used one of your hands to squeeze her ass and the other you used to rub her clothed pussy.
"Ugh ~ Ah" Karina moaned. Her voice echoed throughout your house. Your tongue started to run all over Karina's massive breast and you were determined to make them sopping wet.
Karina moved her hands down your body and slid your pants off your body. She grabbed a hold of your hardened cock through your underwear and started to quickly pump it.
Your face was shoved so deep into Karina's breast that you were basically suffocating but in all honesty you wouldn't mind your final moments being spent in her breasts.
Karina however wasn't about to let that happen and pulled you away. You took a big gasp of air as you were finally able to properly breath for the first time since you shoved yourself in her breasts.
"Why did you pull me away?"
"There is still so much more pleasure to have."
Karina removed your underwear and her remaining clothing then proceeded to sit on your cock. "Ah your cock is stretching me out so damn good Y/N."
She started to ride you moving herself up and down. It drove you crazy how good her pussy felt.
"I bet Momo never fucked you this good!"
She could. But you didn't want to tell Karina that Momo fucked you better due to the fear that she might stop.
"Y-yeah ... totally."
Both of you were now sweating and you took the chance to lick her nipples which were being covered in her sweat. But did you even care?
"Your breasts are so soft and addicting."
"And you can play with them anytime Y/N. Just give me a call and I'll come right over."
Your cock was twitching and Karina took notice. She sped up her movements and you started to suck on her breasts harder.
Wrapping your hands around her body to pull her closer. The intense moment carried on for a few more seconds until both of you ended up cumming on each other.
Both of you were now sweaty and filthy. Your stress from your job seemingly faded as you released your cum into Karina's pussy.
The key word being seemingly. Truth be told sex was only a temporary fix. Eventually it would all come back again eventually and the stress would be stronger.
Though you weren't thinking of that at the moment. Your only concern was the woman who was sitting on you.
Karina stood up and reached out her hand to you.
"We're not done."
Even though you were exhausted you did want to have another round with her.
You grabbed her hand and she pulled you up. Both of you were having issues keeping balance while standing so you were both leaning on each other for support.
She led you to a wall and bent over for you. "Go ahead and fuck my ass Y/N."
Shoving your hardened cock into Karina you messed up her insides. Thrusting in and out at a rapid pace you were fondling with her breasts as you messed up her insides.
"Why do I listen to you so much?"
"Y/N is now really the time to ask these questions?"
You gave her breasts a rough squeeze.
"I just don't know if going to the soulmates event is a good idea."
"You're never going to get the chance to go if you don't cum in me."
Forcing yourself as deep as possible into her ass you came inside of her. Your cum was spilling out of her making a small puddle on the floor.
You pulled out and made your way back to the couch to fall asleep.
-
There was a loud banging on your door that woke you up. You checked the time and saw it was 2:30 AM. Who could be at your door at this hour.
Making your way to your door you opened the door and saw Mina on the other side.
"Why are you here?"
Mina's face went a little red.
"Why do you sleep naked?"
"What are you-"
You looked down and noticed that you didn't have clothes on. Suddenly you remembered that you had sex with Karina.
Quickly closing the door you rushed to your room and quickly put some clothes on. "Karina must have left after I fell asleep."
Going back downstairs to open the door for Mina and let her in your house.
"So do you sleep naked or were you having a one night stand?"
"Neither."
You led her to your kitchen and both of you took a seat.
"You don't have to lie to me."
"I don't owe you anything."
"Whatever, I'm here to answer your questions that you've had for me. After all that was apart of the deal for you giving me your address."
"Oh yeah."
"So what do you want answers to."
"How did you know Momo was going to have sex with me?"
"Are you talking about the first time you came to talk to me in my office?"
"Yes."
"I have history with her."
"What history?"
"Well ..." She took a deep sigh.
"I didn't think I'd ever tell anyone this but I guess I have to now."
You were still sleepy after getting woken up at night but you forced yourself to stay awake. You had to know more about Mina.
"Look before you were hired I had your position. I dealt with the same shit you have to right now and just like you I got tired of the job. I was going to quit and similar to you she begged me to stay ruining her health all for the sake of the company."
She suddenly stopped talking. Taking a moment to collect her thoughts. "Do you mind if I grab a glass of water?"
"Go ahead."
Mina got up and got herself a glass of water. Taking a sip before she continued.
"I was worried about her just like you."
"So does she do this with everyone?"
"I don't know but I don't think so."
"What happened next?"
"Well I did the same thing you did. And she also had sex with me just like you. She promised to do it with me whenever as long as I stayed. But then you were hired."
Mina gripped the glass cup. Taking another sip before continuing.
"Since you had more qualifications than me I got demoted and the deal I had with Momo was off and her focus was all on you."
"Is that why you didn't care about her?"
"Yes that's exactly why. Truth be told I only offered having sex with you for my own benefit."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I figured that if you preferred having me over Momo then I could convince you to quit and I would be able to be her secretary again. That way I could have Momo to myself."
"Wait were you just going to leave me after you did all this."
"You want the truth?"
"Yes."
"Yes I would have left you if my plan succeeded."
"I appreciate the honesty but damn."
"Well I originally came her to have sex with you but I'm sure you don't to after hearing it is only for my benefit."
"We could do it for fun."
"Yeah right Y/N. No offense but I don't like men."
"I understand. You're free to sleep here though I'm sure your tired."
"No I'm good."
"Suit yourself."
"I'll see you next week Y/N."
"See you."
Mina left your house leaving you alone once again.
"Guess I can scratch her off my potential "Soulmate" list."
The next day came and you weren't sure what to do. You settled on laying on your bed watching a movie when you suddenly received a message on your phone.
"Congrats Y/N you've been accepted to attend the "Soulmates" event happening at the end of the week! For further details please click on the link attached to this message"
You looked at the message and finally made your decision.
"I'm going to the Soulmates event."
-
The week flew by and you were waiting for the day the soulmates event would start.
On the day before the event was going to start you heard a knocking on your door. You went to open the door and to your surprise you saw Momo.
"Momo? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I'm having someone else cover it. Besides I think we need to talk anyway."
"Talk about what?"
"You see I've been thinking and ... I just wanted to say that I'm sorry."
"What could you possibly be sorry about?"
"I should have realized you were struggling much sooner. And since I didn't I feel like I've been neglecting you in that way."
Your eyes softened. You never blamed anything on Momo after all you were the person who made the decision to stay.
"Don't say that Momo none of what I've been going through was your fault."
"But it is my fault."
You pulled Momo into a hug and held her tightly into your arms.
"Don't say that Momo. You have done nothing wrong but I wouldn't mind if you paid a little more attention to me."
She hugged you back and smiled.
"I can do that for you."
"Thank you."
"Hey Y/N I know that the company is going to be closed tomorrow but I won't be able to be with you tomorrow."
"That's fine I'll be busy myself tomorrow also."
"Really what for?"
"Personal things."
"Okay well take care alright."
"I will."
"See you back to work Y/N! And hopefully with a better mental state."
-
Today was the day the soulmates event was scheduled to happen. You got yourself ready beforehand and were now making your way to the event.
Once you found a parking space you started getting a little anxious. "What if I'm not satisfied with my soulmate? Or what if I don't even get one?" You thought to yourself but you tried to reassure yourself that everything will be fine.
You got out of your car and made your way inside. Once you stepped in you were directed to a room where other participants were.
"The event will start in just a few minutes sir. Feel free to chat with the others though."
Once you were in the room the quickly recognized a few of the people who showed up.
"Momo, Mina, Han, and Karina are all here?"
You didn't recognize the others.
You sat down at a chair next to someone you didn't know.
"Hey my name is Choi Ji-su but you can just call me Lia. What's your name?"
"Names Y/N nice to meet you Lia."
"Based off looks who do you have your eyes on?"
A bit out of the blue question and you weren't sure how to answer.
"Well ... no one really. I think everyone looks equally beautiful."
"That's such a boring answer you know."
"Well who do you have your eyes on?"
She pointed at a girl who was sitting at the far left.
"Her."
You looked at the girl Lia pointed to and you have to admit she was attractive.
"Hello everyone I'd like to welcome you all to today's soulmate event. Everyone here was selected by us. We wanted people who were different to have a chance to mingle with each other. Hopefully you all find a soulmate."
As the woman scanned the room she suddenly had a look on her face. "It seems someone didn't show up. I'm afraid to say that one of you will be walking away without a soulmate."
Everyone started to make their own count and realized she was right. A feeling of worry overcame everyone, after all no one wanted to be the person who left without a soulmate.
"Well regardless we'll move on. So first we'll let everyone have a chance to introduce themselves and then we can move on."
She left the room and everyone looked around to see if anyone would take the lead.
"Well I guess I'll start and we can just go left. Hello my name is Myoui Mina."
"My name is Kaito Yuki."
"Hirai Momo."
"Han Ji-sung."
"Yu Ji-min but I go by Karina."
"Kim Nam-joon but you can call me RM."
"Y/N L/N."
"Choi Ji-su but you can also call me Lia."
"Hwang Yeji."
The women walked back into the room and handed everyone a piece of paper and a pencil.
"Alright everyone I've given you a piece of paper and a pencil. Based on first impressions write down someones name. The person who has the most votes will get to choose 2 people to have lunch with on the top floor. Everyone else will eat here in the dining room. Feel free to write your own name. Give me your paper once you write down a name."
Nobody wrote down a name right away. It seems like everyone is putting some thought into their choice.
Yeji was the first to write a name down and give it to the lady. Afterwards more people started writing names and turning them in. Only a few people still hadn't written a name and you were one of them.
You were struggling to pick someone. There was no way you could find your soulmate based on luck.
"If I had to pick based off my limited interactions then I would have to pick..."
-
"The winner of the popular vote is Mrs. Myoui Mina. Mina once you pick the two people you want to take to lunch with then our staff can escort you to your room."
After Mina quickly scanned the room it wasn't long for her to pick.
"Momo and Y/N."
All three of you were led upstairs and into a room. "Feel free to have a moment to look over our menu. I'll be back in a bit to take your orders."
You and Momo sat next to each other while Mina sat across both of you. The room was silent, everyone was waiting to see who would be the one to speak up first. The silence was deafening.
Momo eventually cleared her throat.
"So Mina why'd you pick us?"
"I feel that I need to ... 'discuss' a few things with you."
"Uh-uhm."
"What are you talking about?"
You stayed silent.
Mina let out a sigh "Momo ... I love you so much. I don't want you to be with Y/N anymore."
Momo's cheeks turned red.
"I - I didn't know you felt that way Mina."
"You're so pretty Momo will you be mine?"
"What's pretty about me?"
"Your soft well kept hair, pretty face, and those massive set of-"
"Screw it Mina I can't wait any longer: kiss me."
Mina got up from her seat and rushed over to Momo. Her tongue slid into Momo's mouth. She put her hands inside of Momo's shirt, sliding her hands up and feeling Momo's abs.
"You're so strong Mo."
Momo smiled at Mina's compliment. She wrapped her hands around Mina's head and pulled her as close as she could.
Unsure of what you should be doing you kept watching the scene unfold in front of you. Part of you felt weird for watching them be intimate with each other but the other part of you couldn't muster up the will to look away. But you couldn't help but notice the difference in the way Momo had sex with you and how she's having it with Mina.
Mina raised her hands up Momo's body. Momo moaned into her mouth as she did so.
Before Mina could finish her foreplay a knock came on the door.
Quickly Mina got off Momo and rushed back to her seat.
"Have you three decided on your order?"
-
Mina and Momo were chatting with each other while you just kept your thoughts to yourself. Momo noticed and decided to rope you into their conversation.
"You want to join us next time Y/N?"
Looking up you saw Mina made a face of disgust at Momo.
"Why are you asking Y/N if he wants to join without asking me first? I don't want to have a threesome with a fucking guy."
"Mina it's rude to invite Y/N and not include him."
"I only invited him here because he was the only other person I knew. I'm not about to have some stranger watch us have sex Momo."
"But Mina-"
"What are you telling me you actually like men?"
"Well no but I kinda made a deal with him."
"Psh fine."
Momo leaned towards you and whispered into your ear. "Between you and me you're not that bad."
Not that bad?
"Th-thanks I guess."
"By the way Y/N if your filthy cock even lightly brushes me I will rip it off your body with my bare hands."
"R-right I understand."
"Damn Mina that's more harsh than I ever went with you or Y/N."
-
Before the next round of voting everyone had to make a gift and give it to someone. The three options were making a ring, mug cup making, and making a perfume.
Making a mug sounded bland but you weren't confident in being able enough to make a ring so you settled on making a perfume.
You sat alone for a long time and were a bit worried you were the only one to pick it until you heard footsteps coming into the room.
"It was Y/N right?"
"Kaito why are you here?"
"Couldn't leave you alone here."
"Well thanks for keeping me company."
"No problem."
You didn't want to sit in silence for the whole time so you decided to make some small talk.
"So where are you from?"
"I'm from Fujioka. I'm a student there actually."
"Really?"
"Yeah ... so where are you from?"
"I'm from ..."
"I've never been there but I'm sure it's nice."
"So who are you interested in?"
"Probably Karina, she was really caring and nice at the lunch we had. What about you, who are you interested in?"
"That's a hard question."
"Why's that? Momo and Mina had lunch with you did neither of them peak your interest?"
"More like they peaked each other's interest."
"Lesbians?"
"Yeah."
"That's good for them. But I guess you're a bit disappointed huh?"
"Its not that I'm just worried that I won't find someone."
"I understand how you are feeling. But maybe the person who your supposed to end up with is someone you haven't met or someone who you're least expecting."
"I don't know Kaito. I mean I was kind of in a relationship but I didn't feel happy afterwards. Only certain moments brought me joy."
"Well maybe you should look for different people. Those who can give you those feelings of happiness as much as possible."
"Thanks for the advice. I'll try to keep it in mind."
You couldn't say someone has necessarily brought you true "happiness". But then again...
-
When it was time to give someone your gift you thought back to Kaito's words.
Who has brought you the most happiness? Is that even measurable? But when you looked at their eyes. You felt relief almost a calming feeling. You walked up to them and handed them the perfume you made.
"Is this for me?"
"For you."
"Th - thank you Y/N I don't know what to say. I wasn't expecting this from you."
You simply smiled when you looked at their face.
"No problem. Besides I don't think I've felt better than when I was able to be around you."
-
Before getting to have everyone pick a soulmate everyone got a chance to talk to someone they wanted to.
Everyone picked the person they had their eyes on and it slowly reached your turn.
"Y/N Momo has requested to speak to you."
"Coming!"
You were led to the room and were left alone with Momo.
"Why'd you request to speak to me?"
"Y/N I know we talked yesterday but I just wanted you to know that I'll try harder for you."
"What are you saying?"
"I - I know you probably don't want me as your soulmate. But I just want you to know that I know I can't pick up on minor details but if you ever wanted to be in a relationship with me then I'd try harder to understand your emotions."
"Momo ... what about Mina?"
"I love her. But I was hoping you'd be okay if I switched between you and her."
-
You were second to last and you took your chance to talk to Lia a bit more. You weren't expecting your name to be called but to your surprise.
"Y/N someone has requested to speak with you."
"Who could possibly request to speak with me?" you thought to yourself. Momo is the only person who you had a romantic connection with so you weren't sure who would call your name.
"H - Han?!"
"Y/N its been a while huh?"
"Why'd you call me up here?"
"Well I just thought I'd get your advice on something."
"Go on."
"Well I was speaking to Karina but I also have been getting close with Yeji. I just don't know who to go for."
You chuckled
"Why are you laughing?"
"I just never thought I'd see you so worried about a relationship."
"Come on I can be fun to!"
"When you first asked to hangout with me I thought you would take me to a brothel."
"Y/N you wound me. You think I'd go to a brothel?!"
"You wouldn't?"
"Unless your taking me I don't think I would. Would you go to one?"
"Who knows maybe I'd go if you were there."
Han's face went a bit red.
"Oh how romantic, I see why Momo likes you Y/N."
"Come on you have to admit that it wasn't that bad of a line!"
-
The way people would pick there soulmate was the following:
One contestant would stand in front of the room looking away from everyone else.
The people who want to be with that person would stand behind them.
The person at the front would then turna round and pick who they want to be their soulmate.
Since only 9 people were there it seemed like one person would go home alone.
It was Mina's turn and only you and Momo were left.
"Let's go Y/N." Momo reached out her hand to you.
Begrudgingly you took her hand and both of you stepped up.
When Mina turned around she was a bit disconsolate to find out Momo was holding hands with you. She knew that if she wanted Momo you would have to also be there.
"Is it fine if I pick these two?"
The staff was rather surprised. No one has ever asked to take two people at the same time.
"Well ... I don't see why not."
Both you and Momo rushed up to Mina and hugged her.
"Ugh you idiot get off me."
Momo let go and backed away.
"No not you the other idiot!"
You couldn't help but laugh.
-
All three of you went to Momo's house after the "Soulmates" event ended.
"I don't get why you want Y/N to be a part of this Momo."
"I owe it to him."
"Just don't come near me Y/N."
Momo and Mina started undressing.
They both wanted to have sex but Momo didn't want to leave you behind.
You started to take your clothes off and Mina looked away.
"At least do it out of my eye sight!"
Once you all got undressed Momo jumped onto Mina.
"Mina you have such a pretty face. Will you let me ruin you?"
"Do whatever you want."
Momo started to give her hickeys. Roughly pressing her lips onto Mina and sucking to mark her. Mina rubbed her fingers on Momo's abs. They weren't as defined as hers but she loved them regardless.
"Your body is so precious Momo I'm so glad I can have you."
Not wanting to be left out you made your way onto the bed, being careful to not accidentally touch Mina and grabbed onto Momo's breasts while having your cock pressed against her back.
"Uh I love your hands Y/N!"
"Your breasts are so big Momo I want you so badly."
Momo had a rather big ego now that both you and Mina were fighting to give her pleasure.
Mina kicked you off the bed and wrapped her legs around Momo's waist. "Don't pay attention to him. Focus only on me."
She pulled Momo in closer and their breasts were pushed up against each other. "Mina I love you." Momo said as she reached for Mina's ass.
You got back on the bed and penatrated Momo's ass with your cock which made her yelp.
"Agh!"
"Momo are you okay?"
"I'm fine Mina."
Momo went down to Mina's breasts and started licking her nipple. "Your body tastes sweet."
"It's only for you to use Momo. Please use my body however you want."
Mina pressed her fingers on Momo's clit lightly and got Momo to moan. She felt the vibration on her nipples.
You sped up your thrusts into Momo's ass and Momo put her fingers into Mina.
"Please Momo go faster I want to cum on your pretty fingers."
Momo smiled and ran her fingers down Mina's sides. "Mina I want to enjoy your body as long as I can."
Mina was breathing rapidly.
Momo switched her attention to Mina's other nipples and started to squeeze the other.
She inserted 4 fingers into Mina and she took in a big breath of air.
"Ah! Momo keep going!"
She started to thrust in Mina at a steady pace and Mina started seeing stars.
Pulling your cock out of Momo you went next to her and pulled her head up.
"What do you-"
She wasn't able to finish speaking before you pressed your lips onto hers.
"Your lips are so soft."
You rubbed your tongue around her lips and Momo put her hand into Mina's mouth making her gag.
Mina's gagging faded into the background as your kissing intensified.
You stood on the bed aligning your cock to Momo's face. Momo took your cock in her warm mouth and ran her tongue around your hard cock.
She was sloppy with it making your cock wet and slippery making it easier to slide in and out of her mouth. You grabbed Momo's head and shoved her into your cock.
Tears ran down Momo's eyes and she was choking on your cock.
Mina wasn't happy with you stealing Momo's attention. She shoved four fingers into Momo.
She was getting overstimulated. Momo got your cock out of her mouth to get a breath of air. She choked up a lot of spit and it fell onto the bed sheets.
"Put your filthy cock back in your pants Y/N. This doesn't involve you."
Mina grabbed Momo and dragged her on top of her body wrapping her arms around her. She switched their positions so she was on top of Momo.
Putting one hand on Momo's breast and using her other hand to shove her fingers in Momo's tight pussy. Thrusting rapidly so she reaches her high faster.
"Mina your so-"
"Perfect? I know Momo don't worry you'll start seeing stars soon."
She sucked on her nipples twirling her tongue on her boob. Momo loved how Mina used her body.
"Momo your so perfect."
She came on her fingers and Mina licked her fingers. "Mhm you taste amazing Momo. I only want to eat this every day."
Momo was glad with the worship she was receiving and started to repay her. Momo put her pussy on top of Mina and shoved her fingers in her again.
Mina licked her pussy shoving her tongue deep into her. Momo couldn't handle it and gave up on thrusting in Mina and started to lick her pussy also.
This scene in front of you was making you horney to the point you started to pump your own cock to make yourself cum.
Momo came all over Mina's face. Mina squished Momo's butt while licking all of Momo's cum that she could reach with her tongue.
Not too long after Mina came all over Momo and she passed out afterwards.
"Momo that was amazing."
"I know Y/N. Want help with that?"
You nodded your head and Momo once again started sucking your cock. She used her hand to fondle your balls.
"Do you really think a three way relationship can work?"
"Of course Y/N I'm your soulmate just as much as I am Mina's."
Pulling out your cock, semen covered Momo's face.
You collapsed into her and she wrapped you around her arms collapsing onto the bed.
"I'll take care of you from now on Y/N."
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Can you find out who Y/N gave his gift to?
Starring: You Mina, Momo (Twice) Karina (Aespa) Han (Stray Kids) Yeji, Lia (Itzy) Kaito (Jujutsu Kaisen Phantom Parade) RM (BTS)
I apologize if towards the end the pacing felt more rushed. I got tired of working on this and just wanted to move on.
I didn't even proof read this because I'm just so sick of this.
#twice#twice smut#smut#twice x reader#twice imagines#female idol smut#girl group smut#kpop smut#momo smut#mina smut#karina smut#aespa smut
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I'm Closer
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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!wife!reader
Summary: During a string of break-ins in your neighborhood, you have to stay home alone while Tim works a night shift. When the intruder gets close to you, you remember Tim is always closer.
Warnings: depictions of breaking and entering, anxiety/fear, vague threat, fluff and comfort
Word Count: 1.8k+ words
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When Tim returns home, youâre sitting in the corner of the couch with your knees pulled up towards your chest as you type on your phone. He sighs and locks the door behind him.
âWhere?â he asks, moving to stand behind you before he lays his hands on your shoulders.
âTwo streets over,â you answer. âThe Clarksons.â
You click the power button and toss your phone aside before you stand on the couch. Timâs hands fall to your hips as he tilts his head back to look at you.
âHow many is that?â you ask softly.
âFifteen,â he replies. âThere was one yesterday afternoon, we were investigating it all morning. Seven detectives and not a single lead between them.â
Leaning forward, you place your hands on Timâs shoulders. He lifts your hips and pulls you carefully over the back of the couch. Before your feet touch the ground, you move your arms around Timâs shoulders and hug him tightly.
âWhat if weâre next?â you ask against his neck.
Tim doesnât answer right away, opting to tighten his grip on you as he moves one hand to smooth over the back of your head. He understands your concern. You have both been on edge since the second reported robbery. Fifteen break-ins in your neighborhood in less than three weeks is more than enough cause for concern. Each report makes Tim more eager to get the thief in cuffs but simultaneously discourages him from leaving you home alone. Youâve been triple-checking locks even when he is home, so he canât imagine the weight youâre carrying when heâs gone.
âIâve been driving by every few hours,â Tim tells you. âAnd Wade has patrol officers all over this area. Weâre going to catch him.â
You nod against Tim. You desperately want to believe him but refuse to let your guard down. Tim mumbles something against your hair, and you pull back just enough to tilt your chin up.
He sighs, then says, âI have to work the night shift tomorrow. If you want to go stay somewhere else, I get it.â
You shake your head and take Timâs hand, leading him toward your bedroom. âThere really havenât been any leads? Not even what kind of house theyâre targeting or anything?â
âNothing,â Tim laments. âWhoever this is, they donât seem to be picky.â
âComforting.â
Tim chuckles at your tone, then wraps his arms around you again. You never feel safer than when youâre in Timâs arms. Neither of you are the kind of person to run from a fight, so you will stay in your home tomorrow, alone, and trust Tim and his fellow officers to find the bad guy before anything else happens.
âI could ask Smitty to park his car in the driveway for his hourly naps, try to scare anyone off with the sight of a police car coming and going,â Tim suggests.
âThat would work great until they see the donut-hungover cop in it,â you joke.
âCall me tomorrow night, okay? For anything.â
âI will,â you promise. âI love you, Tim.â
The following night, after you kiss Tim goodbye and promise again to call him if you need something and to check in often, you walk into the kitchen and begin cooking yourself dinner. You arenât hungry, you're too concerned with checking each car that drives by the window and ensuring no one can see inside the house. You walk through the house and check the locks as your food cooks. Everything is fine, you remind yourself as you carry your food to the couch. You turn on the television, hoping it will serve as a welcome distraction until youâre ready for bed.
Tim looks away from the computer monitor before him to check his watch. Youâre probably getting ready for bed, and your last update was only a few minutes ago when you said everything was fine and the closest neighbors were home from work.
âGrey,â he calls.
âTwo patrol cars are circling now,â Wade answers without looking up from his folder. âEverythingâs quiet.â
Tim nods to himself, then clicks his keyboard to resume the security camera footage. Lucy yawns beside him, and Tim resists asking Wade which officers are in your neighborhood. If something were to happen, youâd be more likely to call Tim than dispatch, and heâd like to know who is close.
âSheâll be fine,â Lucy assures him softly.
âShe better be,â he responds before watching a man in a bright red tracksuit enter a gas station with a gun in his hand.
You enter the guest room across the hall from your master suite with your phone in your hand to ensure the windows are locked. The windows on this side of your house arenât very easily accessible, but you check them regardless. In your pajamas and ready for bed, you tug on the window latch and nod when it doesnât move. Raising your phone, you open your text thread with Tim and begin typing a message. You pause when something makes a scraping noise outside. It goes silent, and several seconds later, you resume typing.
Just before you hit send, a loud pop echoes through the hallway before the undeniable noise of a window sliding open reaches your ears. Two soft footsteps follow soon after, and you begin to panic. You look around for something to defend yourself with, then suddenly remember that Tim told you to take cover first and then defend yourself only if necessary in a situation like this.
The closet door is open, so you grab the nearest object before sliding onto the floor beneath the extra clothes. Carefully, quietly, you pull the door closer to the jamb, then sit back in the dark corner and call Tim.
Tim pauses the surveillance video, zooms in, and gets a clear image of the suspectâs driverâs license as he removes his wallet to pay for a Red Bull. He rolls his eyes at the criminalâs stupidity but mentally thanks him for saving Tim some time finding him. Timâs phone rings, and Lucy jerks as if she had been asleep.
âHello?â Tim asks, pushing away from the desk as he waits to hear your voice.
âTim,â you whisper, clearly panicked.
He stands immediately and lowers his voice to ask, âWhatâs wrong?â
You take a shaky, shallow breath that tightens Timâs chest before you say, âSomeoneâs in the house. I was checking the windows, and then there was a pop in out bedroom I think⌠Tim, I can hear their footsteps, please come home.â
Tim jumps over the desk heâd been seated at, ignores the calls of his coworkers, and runs through the station to get to his truck. He knows he should alert Grey, dispatch, or anybody, but his thoughts are on getting home and ensuring youâre safe.
âTalk to me,â Tim requests as he slams the door of his truck closed and starts the engine.
âTim,â you whimper, clutching your phone as your hands shake. âI think theyâre going down the hall.â
âIâm on my way,â he promises. The radio in his truck lights up, and he hopes someone saw something and the officers in your neighborhood are on their way.
You murmur something that Tim canât decipher but remain silent when he asks you to repeat yourself. The truckâs transmission revs as he presses the accelerator to the floor, fighting to keep his mind away from the worst-case scenario. As he turns onto your street, setting a new record for how fast the commute has ever been driven, Tim slams the gearshift into park several houses down. He leaves the truck running with the door open as he runs down the street and unlocks a side entrance to enter.
âIâm here,â he whispers to you before entering the house. He puts his phone in his pocket and raises his gun as he moves carefully through the house. Youâre hiding somewhere but thought the unwelcomed visitor was coming toward the main part of the house. A door clicks somewhere down the hall, and Tim abandons his goal of clearing the kitchen to find you.
In the guestroom closet, you hold your phone to your ear with one hand while pressing the other to your mouth to muffle your breathing. The door into the bedroom clicks as it is pushed open farther, and you push yourself against the wall behind you. Tim is in the house somewhere, but your mind is racing with panic and fear. You peek through the gap in the door and see a masked intruder moving carefully through the room. Suddenly, he turns toward the closet, and you close your eyes.
Tim looks into your bedroom, where the window latch has been blown off by a small explosive device, but sees no evidence of anyone currently inside. The door across the hall, however, stands wide open. With his gun ready, Tim crosses the hall and presses his back to the wall before stepping inside.
âLAPD, stop where you are,â he demands.
The masked man stops, halfway between Tim and the closet. Tim sees the closet door isnât completely closed and wonders if thatâs where you are. Sirens sound outside, and Tim takes another step into the room.
âHands up,â he instructs. âInterlace your fingers and place them behind your head.â
âYouâre too late,â the man taunts.
Tim ignores him, and how his stomach rolls at the idea that anything could have happened to you while his phone was in his pocket. âKneel.â Once the man is on the ground, an officer announces his presence downstairs, and Tim shoves the man unceremoniously toward the hallway and yells his location and that there is one in custody.
Then, Tim abandons his duty to keep the suspect secure as he turns toward you. He opens the closet door carefully, then drops to his knees. When you see him, you lower your phone and reach for Tim. He takes your hands and pulls you closer, whispering promises that youâre safe and he will never put you in this position again.
âWhen I said to always have something to protect yourself, I meant something a bit more substantial than a bowl,â Tim says, reaching for the jewelry tray you grabbed before hiding.
âItâs heavy,â you defend weakly.
âIâm sorry I wasnât here.â
âYouâre here now.â
Tim pulls you closer, blocking out the noise of the officers apprehending the intruder, and your adrenaline wears off as you realize you can feel safe at home again.
âHow did you get here so fast?â you ask as Tim helps you stand.
âDonât tell Wade but I broke a few laws.â
You laugh and then furrow your brows. âHow did he get in?â
âRight,â Tim remembers. âWe need a new window.â
âHe was really close,â you murmur.
Tim gently holds your chin as he kisses your forehead. âIâm closer,â he vows before cupping your cheeks and kissing you.
#tim bradford x reader#tim bradford x fem!reader#tim bradford fic#tim bradford the rookie#tim bradford imagine#tim bradford#the rookie abc#the rookie x reader#fem!reader#requests#hanna writesâŻ
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bestie do you happen to know of you could find it in your heart to write for my FAV senior citizen. Silco. (I MISS HIM)
The tiktok ban has made me deprived. Please let me know at your earliest convenience. I will now go back to fighting my demons and missing my shayla. (I hope you are having a good day!)
YOUR DADâS KINDA HOT⌠- SILCO X READER



synopsis: you've been friends with Jinx for years now, you're a few years older than her but you two are as thick as thieves. So don't ask how this conversation came up⌠you have no idea.
warnings: age gap (silcoâs like late 30s to early 40s, reader is early 20s), teasing, banter (jinx makes fun of you), overheard conversations, fear of discipline, flirting, suggestiveness
genre: m/f or m/m
p.s. SILCOOOOO đŠđ I've been down bad since S1 but people would jump down your throat if you said anything about him. The art book definitely spoiled us
You have no idea how your conversation took this turn. Here you are, sitting with Jinx as she works on her bombs in her little lair, having a good time when all of a sudden she asks, âDo you think Silco is hot?â
A sputter is heard as you cough and thump your chest, trying to unchoke yourself from your drink going down the wrong pipe.
âWhat?!â your voice is whiny in incredulous. No seriously⌠what?! Where did that come from?!
Jinx casually shrugs, âI wonât be mad yâknow. You're not very subtle, just tell the truth toots.â
Your lips thin in contemplation. I mean⌠youâre not blind? You have eyes? Should you honestly tell his daughter that you think he's attractive?
Jinx appreciates honesty, and loyalty; the same as her dad. She's your best friend, you've never lied to her. And you're not gonna start now.
Even if itâs an uncomfortable topic.
You sigh, face scrunching up is displeasure, âYes Jinx. I think your dad is hot⌠Iâm not blind, duh.â
She cackles at you, âSeriously?! You could have any guy ya want, and you go for him, my old man?! Finnâll be heartbroken.â
âHe can stay heartbroken! I've got much a finer taste than⌠that. Silcoâs strong, level-headed, and handsome. He values honesty and loyalty. Finnâs⌠Finn.â
Jinxâs reply is cut off by a deeper voice, âThat you do my dear, that you do. Jinx, continue working on your bombs. The ones I see so far are perfect. You, come with me.â
Itâ Silco.
Fuck, itâs Silco!
You gulp as Jinx just smiles at the praise, you slowly raise from your seat and follow the kingpin. A frantic look is shot Jinxâs way as you mouth âHelp me!â
Jinx giggles at you and winks. You'll be getting no help from her. She's taken too much time planning this moment, she's not letting all her hard work go to waste!
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The walk back to Silcoâs office is tense, you're tempted to jump out a window and hopefully die in the fall to escape this cloying feeling.
Itâs too late, you're doomed.
Is your only thought as Silco opens the doors to his office, ushers you in, and locks the doors behind him. You're trapped with a lion, and youâre nothing but a beetle.
He's gonna kill you.
âSit.â Is all he says as he walks to his drink cart and pours you both two fingers of bourbon. You sit down immediately and fidget lightly. Ok⌠so maybe he's not going to kill you.
Yet.
He plops a cup into your hand and gracefully walks around his desk and sits down. He's not wearing his coat you realize. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his forearms and you get to see how tiny his waist is.
God he so hot.
In your appreciation of Silco, you don't see him take a swig of his drink and look you over as well. Hmm, looks like you were telling the truth.
Time to make things interesting.
âSo, you find me attractive?â
You gulp looking down to your lap as you quickly bring your glass up to your lips and take a large swig, âYes sir.â
âHmm. How curious, you find a man old enough to be your father attractive. What's that say about you?â
âIt says I prefer things that have aged finely. Like how you feel about this burboun.â
Silco chuckles, youâre quick. Smart as a whip. Loyal. Honest. Attractive.
He's noticed you for a while now, always on his radar due to Jinx. He appreciateâs your care for his daughter, how youâre with her constantly and protect her. He knew you as a teen, he knew you'd grow up into a attractive adult.
He knew heâd be right.
He knew that you have denied all advances made on you. No partner, no romantic or sexual relationships. The main reason why he knows that is you essentially live with him and Jinx.
He knows how you've looked at him over the years, ignoring their heat. But now⌠you're an adult. You've finally admitted your attraction.
He's going to take whatâs rightfully his.
He's going to see what you've been hiding under your clothes, he's going to take you apart piece by piece. He's going to have you on his desk, his bed, in front of the large window in his office. He's going to feel your lips, how soft your skin is. How nice your hair would feel in his grip.
(Youâre going to deeply enjoy it.)
(The two of you hope Jinx wonât be hiding in the office in the rafters as her dad devours you.)
(She wasnât, thankfully. But she did have a knowing look on her face for like a week.)
(She still pats herself on the back to this day.)
He's a bad man but fuck is he hot! Hope yâall enjoyed this â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ also I think the US has tiktok again? I saw the sad goodbyes last night, no Americans this morning on the app, then I took a nap and creators from the US were posting again?? I was so lost LMAO
#arcane#arcane silco#arcane imagine#arcane x reader#silco imagine#silco x reader#banners by cafekitsune
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YOUâRE NOT OKAY, YOUâRE SHAKING - oneshot
CEO!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: swearing, violence
just a short one for this week bc Iâm in the middle of exams !! as always, please let me know what you thing :)
Youâd been working as Bucky's assistant for a couple of weeks. You settled in fairly well, although you had to admit you found him a little intimidating.
You tried your best to stay out of his hair, planting his schedule on his desk before he got into the office, and scurrying out when the clock hit 5. When you did face each other, it often involved you sending him a squeaky âhiâ with a small smile, and him shooting you a curt nod.
Thatâs why when one of Buckyâs clients was rude to you, no⌠downright nasty, you chose to keep your mouth shut.
Rumlow.
God, you dreaded every time you saw him on Buckyâs meeting schedule.
It started with exaggerated sighs, then emphasised head shaking whenever he laid his eyes on you. It was almost comical, really. Youâd snort at his behavior if he didnât make you feel so conscious. You could feel the dislike roiling from him.
It wasnât until today though, that he finally let his discontempt be known.
You were acutely aware of your controversial presence at the office. You were much younger than everyone else, pretty too. So when you strolled in with your baby pink sweaters, and the fresh bouquet of flowers on your desk, you knew people were judging you.
You walked out of your office, hands clutching disordered papers, and unfortunately, you werenât watching where you were going.
You rounded the corner and immediately collided with a wall of muscle. You were opening your mouth to spew out a hastened apology, heat rising in your cheeks, when you were cut off.
âStupid bitchâ, the man muttered, shouldering past you.
You were frozen in place, paralysed by embarrassment, unable to breathe. Your feet carried you back to your office, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. You sat down in your office chair, brushing your hair behind your ears when your office door opened gently.
God no. Your boss had seen the encounter. No, no, no. You were embarrassed enough. You didnât need Bucky to see you cry. You kept your eyes locked on the floor as he approached you.
âHeyâ, his voice much more gentle than you had ever heard it before, âare you okay?â He kneeled at your chair.
âY-yes, Iâm fine really, Buckyâ, you shrugged him off, avoiding his eyes. Suddenly feeling conscious at the way he had positioned himself before you.
âLook at meâ, he almost sounded like he was pleading with you. He placed a hand on your knee, rubbing small circles with his thumb.
You looked at him through blurry vision, afraid that the waterworks would burst if he paid you any more attention. You wanted to shove him away, to tell him to let you gather yourself, like a professional would. He continued, âyouâre not okay, youâre shakingâ.
âI just-â, you sighed shakily, âheâs always been like this, yâknow just rudeâŚâ, Bucky listened intently as you rambled on, his eyes soft and sympathetic. He really listened to you.
When you finished your venting session, you felt undeniably lighter. Buckyâs hand still sitting on your knee. His other hand rose to wipe a stray tear from your cheek. You felt heat rise in your cheeks. Youâd never seen this side to Bucky, he was⌠almost charming.
He cut your thoughts short, âcome on, let me drive you homeâ.
You immediately shook your head, âno, no, I canât let you do that Bucky, and plus, youâve got a client waitingâ, hinting at Rumlows presence.
âHim?â Bucky cocked an eyebrow at you sarcastically, âhe was let go the second he called you stupidâ.
You gaped at that, not expecting Bucky to fire one of his most frequent clients. You tried to start reasoning with him, about how one small issue couldnât interfere with his business.
He interrupted your rambling, âyou shouldâve told me sooner, reallyâ. He was guiding you up from your chair, placing a hand on your lower back and grabbing your bag for you.
Bucky drove you home, slowly and with care, keeping one hand on your knee the whole time.
When you pulled up to your apartment, your boss got out and opened the passenger door for you. A gentleman, as always. You smiled at that. Maybe your intimidating boss has a soft spot for you.
He ran a hand down your arm, ânobody will ever speak to you like that again. Iâll make sure of it.â His calm demeanor contrasting the grit in his voice. You could tell he would keep his promise.
You didnât need to know how Bucky sped back to his office and beat Rumlow so hard his jaw broke. More importantly, you didnât need to know the way Bucky reveled in it. The feeling of protecting you, avenging you. He was drunk on it.
Later that night, you received a bouquet of flowers, and a takeout from your favourite place. A smirk rising on your face⌠Bucky.
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Safe and Sound

Summary: Being an online personality on a well known Youtube channel comes with it's fair amount of attention. But when one fan starts to get too close for comfort, Spencer is there to keep you safe.
Word Count: 2.6K
CW: stalker, getting drugged
AN: Another story for Whumptober! This has been in my mind for awhile so I'm happy to share this protective Spencer story with you all! It's a bit of a heavier story again so please make sure to note the content warning and please don't read if those topics make you uncomfortable or trigger you in any way.
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You always knew that there are people on the internet that are creeps. Or are just plain weird. Getting a job as a cast member as Smosh only confirmed that fact.Â
It doesnât happen every time you're in a video, but youâll occasionally see some odd comments about you. People who hate you, people who love you a bit too much, people who notice the tiniest, most random things about you. Itâs a bit off-putting, but not enough to really concern you. Theyâre just randos on the internet you will never interact with in real life.Â
But then you start to get this weird feeling whenever you leave your apartment. You figure youâre just being paranoid, but still, itâs uncomfortable. Almost as though youâre being watched.Â
Itâs disconcerting, but temporary, and by the time you arrive at work, or the grocery store, or the local bar to hang with friends, youâve forgotten all about it.Â
And then the letters start. Letters sent to your apartment with no return address. Theyâre typed, even your address isnât handwritten but rather stamped on.Â
As though the anonymity wasnât bad enough, the content of the letters had your anxiety spiking. The person was clearly unwell, and obsessed with you. Sentences like, âI need to have you,â and âyou will be mineâ are all too common in their writing.Â
You bring the letters to the police and explain what your job is to give context of how this stalker probably found you. They say theyâll look into it, but thereâs not much they can do.Â
Disheartened, you try to protect yourself as much as you can. You get extra locks for your doors and windows, as well as install cameras to catch anyone who may get close to your home. Itâs not much, but at least you can feel a bit safer when youâre at your apartment.
You tell Ian and Anthony as well as a couple other higher ups at Smosh to make them aware of the situation. They ask if you want to take a step back from appearing in videos for the time being, but you want to continue on like usual. Whoever this person is, you refuse to let them force you to change things about your life.Â
The letters continue, roughly one a week for a few months. You bring all of them to the police, trying to help get to the bottom of this, but you have nothing else to go on.Â
Then one day as you leave for work, you have that feeling of being watched once again. You scan the area and notice a person sitting on a bench in the park across the street. Which wouldnât be weird, except this man seems to be looking directly at you. It could be a coincidence, but something has you feeling like it may be something more sinister. You take out your phone and try to discreetly take a video of this person.Â
You debate over sending the video to the police officer youâve been in contact with, but since the person isnât doing anything obviously nefarious, it would probably be a waste of everyoneâs time. You do show it to Ian when you get to the office. Youâre not sure why you share it, maybe you want him to validate you that itâs weird, or maybe you want him to tell you itâs totally normal and everything is fine.Â
What you donât realize is that it isnât just you and Ian in the kitchen, but that Spencer has overheard the conversation as well.Â
âWait, whatâs going on?â he says, walking over to you, a confused look on his face.
âI, uhm, well I kind of seem to have a stalker,â you state.
âOh my god. Are you okay? Are you safe?â he asks worriedly.
 âYea. I mean, I think so. Mostly itâs just letters getting mailed to my house. But Iâve been having this weird feeling like Iâm being watched. And there was this guy looking at me from the park this morning, but I think thatâs just a coincidence.â
âY/N, thatâs-â he stands there at a loss for words. âThat sounds dangerous, like bad news waiting to happen.â
âIâve gone to the police,â you explain. âThey have all the information I have. But thereâs nothing they can do, at least not yet.â
âYou mean not until something bad happens. I hate that.âÂ
âIâve done everything I can to protect my home so I feel safe there. If I didnât then I wouldnât stay.â
âIâm glad to hear that. But if you ever donât feel safe, you can come stay with me,â Spencer says.
âOr me,â Ian adds.Â
âThanks guys. I promise that if it gets worse then Iâll take one of you up on that offer.âÂ
Itâs nice to know that they have your back, that you have places you can go if anything were to happen. Because while you try to stay positive, you canât lie. Youâre scared. Youâre scared that whoever this person is will do something more serious. And as terrifying as that is, youâre less anxious knowing you have people you can turn to.Â
More weeks pass, and the letters continue. You see the same man twice more at the park, taking videos each time. After the third, you do send all of them to the police, since there now seems to be a pattern. The officer you speak with assures you that theyâre looking into it, trying to identify the man. She also asks you to call them if he shows up again.
The following Friday a group of your friends decide to hang at a local bar to celebrate the end of a long filming week. You have a drink, dance with some friends, and for a moment, you forget about your problems.
But the feeling of being watched comes back. This time itâs worse than ever, your skin prickling with anxiety. Scanning the room, you notice a man whose eyes are locked on you. He looks vaguely familiar, but you canât place where you might know him from.
Brushing it off, you go up to the bar to order another drink. Itâs a busy night, and the bar is crowded so it takes a few minutes for you to get served. You scan the room, trying to find that guy again but youâve lost him amongst the sea of people.Â
When you look back at the bar your cocktail is waiting for you so you place down your cash, grab your drink, and head back to your friends. You dance with them again, taking sips of your drink and just letting loose.
After a little while you start to feel a bit dizzy and figure that the cocktail must be pretty strong. You slow down, drinking less and trying to take deep breaths to combat the lightheadedness. It doesnât seem to be helping, and you start to feel a bit nauseous, so you excuse yourself to the bathroom.Â
You walk to the hallway on unsteady legs, and miraculously are able to use the restroom. You slowly wash your hands, concentrating deeply on the task.Â
On your way back to your friends you get confused, taking a wrong turn and going down the wrong hallway. Itâs dark back here, and if you were more coherent youâd realize that customers arenât supposed to be here, and the only door leads to a storage room.Â
Turning around you find that youâre suddenly not alone. A tall man is there smiling at you. Itâs not someone you recognize but you have a vague sense that you should know him. He steps closer and you start to feel anxious, not liking the situation youâve found yourself in.Â
âExcuse me,â you try to say, but your mouth feels almost numb, and youâre not sure the words actually came out.Â
âIâm glad I found you Y/N,â he says. You stare at him, trying to figure out how you know him. âItâs time to get going, sweetheart.â
He starts to lead you away and you follow, unable to come up with a reason to stay. The music gets louder, lights are flashing in your eyes, and youâre becoming more and more disoriented.Â
The next thing you know, a group of your friends are frantically speaking to you, the man nowhere to be found. You desperately try to focus on any one thing, but itâs chaos all around you. Hands cup your face and you flinch before meeting the eyes of the person who placed them there so gently.Â
âSpencer?â you ask, needing confirmation that your muddled mind has at least one thing correct.
âYea, itâs Spencer,â he replies as he moves his hands off of you, relieved that he now has your attention. âCan you tell me what happened?â
You shake your head no.
âDo you know who that man is?â Spencer asks.
Again you just shake your head.
You sway on your feet and Spencer quickly steps in and helps you sit on the floor. You lean your head back against the wall, but you find that makes the dizziness worse, so you rest it on your knees instead. Youâre turned to look at Spencer, needing to focus on something safe right now.Â
Thereâs more commotion, and you watch as Spencer speaks with a couple of people in uniform. He places a calming hand on your back and tries asking you more questions, but everything is too murky for you to understand.
Youâre so drowsy, and you stop fighting your heavy eyelids, letting them close as the world around you finally goes quiet.
Youâre not out for long, waking up a short while later in the ambulance. Spencer is still there, now holding onto your hand.Â
At the hospital a lovely doctor checks you over to make sure youâre not injured. She takes blood and gives you some IV hydration. By the time youâre discharged, the world has stopped spinning and youâre able to understand and answer the questions youâre being asked.Â
Two of the police officers come to the hospital to speak with you now that youâre more coherent, and you tell them about the man. One of the officers is the woman youâd been in contact with regarding the letters and the stranger at the park and she pulls up the pictures you had taken as well as a still from the security footage from the bar.
Your blood runs cold as you realize that it is absolutely the same person. Just a moment ago you were reeling from the fact that you had been roofied. And now you find out that it wasnât just some random guy that did it, but instead one who has been stalking you for months. You werenât drugged on some whim. This had to have been planned, thought out for who knows how long.Â
You keep it together until the police officers leave and then you turn to Spencer, eyes wide and filling with tears.
After taking a deep breath you say, âThank you so much for finding me. I canât imagine what he would have done if you hadnât come looking for me.â
âI would never have been able to forgive myself if anything happened to you,â is his reply.Â
You canât think of anything to say in reply, so you choose to lean into his side instead. He wraps an arm around you, and it might be your imagination, but you think you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head.Â
âCâmon. The guys dropped my car off, letâs get you home,â Spencer says.Â
âNo!â You quickly shout. âHe knows where I live. Heâll find me there.â
âY/N, they have him down at the police station. But I actually didnât mean your home. I meant mine, if youâre alright with that.â
âOh. Yes, please, Iâm good with that.â
Spencer keeps his arm around your waist as he leads you out of the hospital and to his car in the nearby lot. He opens the passenger door and pulls out a sweatshirt. He helps you pull it over your head before you sit in the seat. You struggle a moment with the seatbelt, and he leans in to click it for you. Itâs embarrassing, him having to do all of this because youâre still so shaky, but he doesnât see it that way.Â
He talks the whole way to his place, and youâre grateful for the random stories that fill the silence. It keeps your mind from slipping into the dark fearful thoughts that keep trying to pop up.
Once at his apartment he asks if you want to take a shower or get some sleep.Â
âShower first, if thatâs okay?â you answer.
âOf course itâs okay. Whatever you need,â he replies. âIâll get some breakfast ready as well. Anything particular you want?â
Your stomach is still unsettled so you ask if itâs possible to just have toast.
âI think I can handle toast,â he says with a smile, causing you to giggle. âIâll make you a smoothie too, how does that sound?â
âPerfect.âÂ
Spencer leads you to the bathroom where he starts the shower and shows you how to change the temperature of the water. He steps out for a moment and comes back with a stack of clean clothes for you to wear.
âIâll be right down the hall if you need anything,â he says before he leaves the room.
You shower as quickly as you can, wanting to get back to Spencer. Being alone is the last thing you want right now, but you also need to wash last night off of you so you can feel clean.
It feels amazing to slip into Spencerâs cozy sweats, his old, worn t-shirt, and soft hoodie.Â
Heâs in the kitchen and you watch as he butters toast and pours the smoothie into two cups. Breakfast is quiet as you focus on eating slowly so as to not upset your stomach. You finish as much as you can before the exhaustion really sets in.Â
âCâmon, you need to sleep,â he says. The polite part of you wants to help clear the dishes as a thank you, but heâs right. You can barely stay upright on the way to his room. He closes the blinds and tucks you in, and you fall asleep almost immediately.Â
Youâre not sure how long you sleep before a nightmare has you jolting awake, screaming.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Spencer asks as he runs into the room.Â
He sits on the bed beside you and you try to explain the dream youâd just had in which Spencer hadnât saved the day and youâd ended up with that man. But as you go to speak nothing comes out except a shattered sob.Â
Without hesitation he pulls you to him and holds you close. He gently rocks you as he tells you, âYouâre safe, you got away, he canât get you,â over and over until the message sinks in.Â
You donât say anything, but slowly your tears fade away and your eyes start to feel heavy once again. You want to lay back down and rest some more, but you donât want Spencer to leave again.
âStay. Please.âÂ
Itâs all you get out before you fall back to sleep.Â
You wake up hours later with Spencer still holding you, and for the first time in months, you know that youâre safe, and that everything is going to be okay.
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AN: Thank you for reading! I only have one or two more Spencer story ideas so lmk if you have any requests!
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pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)
request: can i pretty please request a drabble where gen has a sibling and that said sibling and hoshina are dating? even better if gen's sibling is an officer/troop leader in the first division and partakes in the rivalry between the third and first division but outside of everyone's viewâ gen's sibling and hoshina are terribly lovey dovey!
warnings: reader wears short shorts in a scene
wc: 1200
This was not something that started today. Rather, it had been this way for as long as anyone could remember.
From the moment you had joined the 1st Division, you had always been bickering with Hoshinaâ just like your brother. It was plain as day you were none other than the younger sibling of Narumi Gen. Although you lacked the power and passion for fame that Gen had, you weren't any less competitive than him.
However, unlike your brother, you were better at neutralizing smaller size Kaiju than himâ naturally making you more competitive with Hoshina. While you were incredible at what you did, you seemed to fall just a step behind of Hoshina most of the time. You were insanely good, but Hoshina was just a little better. You had beaten him just once in the neutralization test of smaller sized kaiju, and you just couldn't seem to do it again.
This was well known among most of the first and third division, and they did enjoy your playful banter that arose even in the toughest of times. It wasn't always easy to keep the mood bright when things got difficult, but the two of you would never fail to do so. They hoped this would never change and your rivalry would never fade.
However, there were things that had changed that no one really knew of. The two of you had started dating a year ago, and you were madly in love. It was your little secret. Well, your little secret that Gen accidentally found out about.
Neither of you had told Gen about this and quite frankly, the two of you were planning to keep hiding this from him if it were possible. It wasn't new that he despised Hoshina quite a bit, and he was extremely weary of the people you meet, especially men. Naturally, to find out that Hoshina was your boyfriend wouldn't exactly be celebratory news for him. Not to mention that Gen was loud when he had complaints. You knew he absolutely would not shut up about it. So it really wasn't the plan when he had found out.
You were in your room lazing around in a baggy shirt, specifically Hoshinaâs shirt, which covered your short-shorts while Hoshina was in your kitchen cooking something quick. Until you got a shared place, this happened rather often. It was either him in your room or yourself in his room. However, a lot of your stuff had found a place in his unit and vice versa, so it was very easy for you to visit each other whenever. A little too easy, perhaps.
âHoshina, you don't have to make anything fancy,â you said. âAnythingâs fine. You had a long day too.â
âI'm literally making us ochazuke. It couldn't be easierââ he was starting to say when the door swung open.
âGuess who's here!â Gen had yelled while walking into your place.
Immediately you looked back at Hoshina in the kitchen and gave up. âOh gosh,â you said.
âWhat did I say about ringing the doorbell?!â you yelled back at him.
âAnd what did I say about locking the door?!â he exclaimed back.
âI thought I didââ you started to yell, but then you remembered you had forgotten to lock the door after Hoshina came in, hands full of groceries to stuff your empty fridge. You were a little too thrilled to see him. âMy bad.â
You knew Hoshina was going to scold you laterâ he's been telling you to be more careful about locking up properly.
Gen saw the extra pair of shoes by your doorway and immediately met eyes with Hoshina in your kitchen.
âWhy the hell are you here?!â he yelled.
âOh, can you please be quiet,â you said. âHe's visiting.â
âWhy, hello! That would be me!â Hoshina said, greeting Gen properly now that it's come down to this.
âWhy is he visiting you, in your room, alone, with you dressed like that?â Gen continued to ask. He wasn't understanding nor did it seem like he wanted to.
You let out a sigh, you didn't mean to, but there was no getting around this one. âWhat's wrong with having my boyfriend in my room,â you said.
âYour boyfriend? Hoshina?â Gen said, horrified. He didn't think matters could get worse, yet here he was. âWhy him?â
âOh, why not him?â you asked. âHe's the best I could ever wish for.â
Hoshina didnât expect thatâ especially not to your brother, just like that. His eyes widened as his heart tightened. Oh, how he absolutely adored you. You said it so naturally, as if merely stating a fact. To you, that really was all it was though.
Gen had a lot more to say and complain about while staying far too long, long enough to steal some ochazuke for dinner (which he also managed to complain about) before you were finally able to kick him out. Yet, through all of that, Hoshina couldn't be happier to be with you, bickering away as you ate a 5 minute meal at a small make-shift dining table.
As soon as Gen finally left, you spread your arms out in front of you, asking for a hug, which Hoshina promptly returned.
âHe's finally goneâŚâ you said, relieved it was finally just the two of you.
âNot sure he liked me much,â Hoshina said with a smile and you rolled your eyes.
âLike we didn't already know,â you said. âI really didn't plan for him to barge in like that.â
âI have to admit, I do enjoy watching you two bicker though. My brother and I are not nearly as close,â Hoshina said and you rolled your eyes again when he said âcloseâ. You wouldn't ever explain your relationship as âcloseâ. âHowever, you ought to make a habit of locking your door. What if that wasn't your brother and I wasn't here.â
âYes,â you said, quietly but clearlyâ but avoiding eye contact. âI will.â
âThank you for saying that earlier,â he said, turning your head to face his. âTo this day I don't know what made you choose me.â
You immediately realized what he was talking about.
âOh, please,â you said. âBe serious. I am the luckiest person alive by your side.â
He kissed you and you kissed back, but he truly wouldn't let you go. You started hitting his arm, hoping he would let go so you could catch your breath. After what felt like the longest moments ever he finally let you pull back, letting you breathe.
âSoushirou, I can't breathe!â you said, trying to sound irritated, but your tone lacked the edge you were hoping for.
He completely ignored you, however, and pulled you back into a tight embrace.
âI wish we could stay like this forever,â he said. âJust you and me.â
âIn this small place?â you said, laughing a little.
âAbsolutely wherever,â he said. âAs long as you're here with me.â
#hoshina x reader#hoshina soshiro x reader#soshiro x reader#hoshina#kaiju no. 8 x reader#kaiju no 8 x reader#kn8 x reader#THANK U SM FOR THE REQUEST OMG#no i was absolutely struggling at first this was such a good idea and i just absolutely could not get it to work#NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT THIS IS A FAR BETTER PROMPT THAN I WROTE IT TO BE sorry pls forgive me#ok but i had a lot of fun writing this one#SWEET HOSHINA MY BELOVED#TYSM FOR READING OMG#hoshina soushirou one chance ply#HOPE YOU ENJOYED#request
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[[and then I met you || ch 22]]
Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit
Summary:
A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father â Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyerâs and Matt realizes he needs to not only protect his new family from Hell's Kitchen, but from the world.
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It takes you a little over an hour to get Minnie to go down for bed. Tomorrow is her birthday party and to say she is excited is an understatement. She was practically jumping off the walls and it took three different books, a bottle, and two lullabies to finally get her to drift off. You are thankful when she doesnât sit up again and call for you after five minutes, because you have a lot to do.Â
You need to clean up the apartment and decorate, you need to prepare pancake batter for a princess style breakfast, you need to finish wrapping presents, and you need to set up the couch for Matt. He will be coming by after his Patrol so he can stay the night and Minnie can wake up to the surprise of him being there, which is the perfect way to start her celebratory weekend.
But before any of that, you need to go take a shower so you can have a proper breakdown.Â
When you were younger, you believed crying was a sign of weakness. Your parents had treated it as such, always dismissive if you cried. The reason had never mattered - shedding tears was pointless and for children, so you had learned to bottle everything up and push it all down until the act of crying physically hurt you. Only very recently did you accept that crying is healthy.Â
You still hate doing it, though, and the only way you have found to balance your shame and your need for that emotional release is to treat it like another task you need to accomplish.Â
You triple check your daughter is truly asleep before you close the door to the bathroom and start the water. You keep yourself composed as you strip and only once you are under the spray do you let the tears start to fall.Â
So much has happened in such a short time and your anxiety has been through the roof.Â
The first bill for your hospital stay arrived today and you have been too scared to open it. You are terrified to go back into medical debt - giving birth in the United States had drained a lot of your savings and you have built it back up. You know there are all sorts of hidden fees, and you are going to need to do so much work contacting the various billing offices to try to get prices down.Â
It isnât even like you are fully recovered from being in the hospital in the first place. You only just finished your antibiotics last week and your ear still randomly throbs or rings.Â
But honestly, you donât know if that is from being sick or almost having your head bashed in.Â
You thought you would be okay after the attack. You thought Minnie would be the one with problems - having nightmares and jumping at shadows - but after the first day of making sure you were okay, sheâs been fine. You havenât been.Â
Youâve been plagued with nightmares about hands around your neck. Youâve been jumping at shadows when you leave the apartment.Â
You keep constantly checking your locks and you debate ordering pepper spray.Â
You donât know what to do.
You arenât okay.Â
You donât feel safe.Â
The only time you have felt secure is when Matt was there to hold you and remembering such only signals your brain to send a new wave of tears.Â
He confuses you in a way no one else ever has.Â
You have never met anyone who cares so much before. It is overwhelming how much he loves Hellâs Kitchen - enough so to become a vigilante to protect it - and it is overwhelming how much he loves Minnie. You thought only you could love her that much.
Seeing them together does things to your heart you donât understand. You just want to watch them play and bond until the end of time. They smile and laugh, and it is the only time you ever feel Whole. You feel like everything is perfect when the three of you are together.Â
You donât know what to make of that. You donât trust yourself with it - youâve never felt like that before and you are scared that if you think too hard about it, youâll find a flaw and the feeling will be ruined.Â
You just want Matt to hold you while the two of you watch Minnie play and that isnât an okay fantasy for you to have. You donât have that type of relationship with him.Â
He is a naturally touchy person with a huge heart. Youâve seen him hug Karen and Foggy before and you know he has only ever wrapped his arms around you to comfort you.Â
And he wants to comfort you because you are the mother of his child. He wouldnât be around if it werenât for Minnie and that is something you need to remind yourself of.Â
Matt loves Minnie. Family is extremely important to him, and he has told you time and time again that he strives to be the best dad possible for her - so of course that means he needs to take care of you and make sure you have a positive relationship.
If you and Matt butt heads, that wouldnât be what was best for Minnie.
You need to do what is best for Minnie.
Which means you need to stop crying and get to work.Â
You wipe at your tears until they start to slow, then wash your face while still under the spray. It takes a minute or two for you to fully calm down, but once you do, it is like the tap is turned off. Crying time is over, so you stop your shower and quickly dry off so you can get dressed.
You feel better, but in a kind of dull way. It is like all the pressures in your life have been turned down to something more manageable and you know you will be able to focus on your tasks without slipping into a panic attack.Â
The apartment is not nearly as dirty as you believed it to be. You have to straighten some things up and you take the time to wipe down all the flat surfaces, but after that, you start putting things up. Thereâs a pink and yellow Happy Birthday banner and you blow up a few inflatables you found shaped like flowers and stick them to the walls. You twirl streamers together to decorate the back of the couch and the dining chairs, and your favorite piece is the pink sparkle fringe to hang over the hallway entrance. It isnât the most elaborate of set ups, but you know Minnie will love it and that is all that matters to you.Â
Once your living space is Birthday themed, you turn to the kitchen. You went shopping today to make sure you had everything needed for a spectacular breakfast. You found a recipe for extra fluffy pancakes, and it seems easy enough - it calls for letting the batter rest overnight and you particularly like that as it is one less thing to do in the morning while trying to handle a rowdy toddler.Â
It doesnât take long to get everything prepped and before you know it, it has been close to two hours since you put Minnie down to sleep and you feel it is finally safe to bring her presents out of their hidey holes to be wrapped.Â
She has grown a bit since you last bought her clothes, so you got her a nice little haul, including a new princess dress for her to wear to the zoo. It has sparkles and tulle and the dress comes with a matching crown you just know she wonât want to take off. You are extremely proud of the find.Â
You didnât just get her clothes, though. Minnie has been more and more interested in helping you cook, so you got her a little kitchen play set. It comes with pots and pans, knives, utensils, bowls, plates, and some fake food. You thought it would be fun to have her practice her skills - sheâs a pro at helping you stir and mix, and she knows how to use a butter knife to cut up fruit. You hope she enjoys pretending to wash her dishes, so you lure you into helping into that part of cooking, but you donât think anyone finds that chore fun.Â
Before you can start wrapping, you need to go through everything and remove all the tags and stickers. It is a boring activity that takes far too long, so you decide you are going to multitask while doing so. You grab your laptop and notebook and settle down among your pile of bags.
Since your talk with Matt about Daredevil, you have been in research mode. The first few nights, you read every article you could find about the Devil. You started with the reputable sources - purely focusing on news reports - and once you had a timeline of events down, you switched to opinion pieces. You quickly ended up sorting those into three categories - positive outlooks, negative outlooks, and outlooks written by Karen Page.Â
You took notes on everything - making pro and con lists on each major event and circling back to jot down questions you had. You felt insane - and frankly a little invasive - but it was how you processed things. You wanted it all laid out nicely in front of you so you could come to your own conclusions.Â
But to get to that final conclusion, you still have a lot of internet sleuthing to do, so you open up a new internet tab.
One of the most important things you want to know about Daredevil is how real people feel about him. Published articles are always biased - it is in their nature to be based purely on who produces them - but social media lets the mass in on the conversation. You learned that well after the Attack on New York.Â
You remember the majority of the news singing praise for the Avengers and how they saved the Earth - which you truly did appreciate - but no one came and spoke to the people whose lives had been ruined. Sure, they talked about how much destruction had happened and how much it would cost to rebuild, but no one had mentioned how Hellâs Kitchen and Chelsea had been almost flattened. No one cared about the low-cost homes that had been destroyed or the poor people crushed in debris - not when they could talk about the Big Bank buildings the Hulk had run through. Why talk about those genuinely affected when you could bring in a mouthpiece who was halfway across the world?
Iron Man didnât give two shits about the people whose lives he saved. If he did, heâd help them in the aftermath, and he didnât. None of the Heroes did - they started going around the world while an uncaring government was left to clean up the mess. Repairs went to the lowest bidder and many things were deemed too expensive and just left to crumble.
But only internet forums and ten second social media videos talked about that.
Matt talks so passionately about helping people in Hellâs Kitchen, so you need to know if it is real, or just all a puff piece.Â
You look first into the forums and to your surprise, there is a whole section for New York vigilantes. You resist the urge to dive into the threads about Spider-Man and the Hero of Harlem and you have to scroll to the bottom of the front page to find something about Daredevil.Â
It is CCTV footage of Daredevil chasing off what looks to be some teenagers trying to rob a pawn shop and there are a few dozen comments under it. You smile as you start to read them - the majority of it is praise for Matt, with the few negative comments being about the quality of footage.
And each thread you find about Daredevil is like that. You expected to see issues with excessive force like you saw in the opinion pieces, but there is nothing. People who you can tell are locals all comment about how he doesnât hurt kids, and his punishments reflect the severity of the crime. Muggers get a few good swats while those who commit domestic violence are given as good as they gave. It is gang members and real dangers who end up in the hospital. There are about a handful of posts giving firsthand accounts of how the Devil helped them - ranging from them being in serious danger to Matt helping a drunk woman safely get a cab.
From what you can see, the people who post in this forum like the Devil of Hellâs Kitchen and genuinely feel safer with him around. The site is a little niche, though, so you switch to a more popular platform to see if you can find different opinions and different opinions you find.
Just not the ones you expected.
There is a new picture of the Devil that has gained traction in his tag that is rather good quality - Matt is squatting on a roof, seemingly observing a street, and is framed in such a way to show off his lower half. His thighs, which you know are all muscle, are highlighted wonderfully and the angle of the photo only emphasizes his backside. His upper back and shoulders are all in shadow, but you can tell just how broad they are.Â
Twitter absolutely loves the image, and you think you have to agree with them. You can feel your cheeks heating up and you canât seem to tear your eyes away from the screen.
Matt is beyond physically attractive, and it is no wonder the internet is lusting after him. There is a litany of lewd comments from multiple people and one made by a user with a cartoon frog as their profile picture has your core twitching and you quickly hide your face in your hands.Â
âimagine him bending you over a rooftop and fucking you until all you can do is drool âĽâ
You donât want to think dirty thoughts about Matt. It makes you feel awkward and guilty but mostly they make you Want, and you desperately want to bat that away.
You very obviously have slept with him before and know what a good lover he is. You know what his skin feels like against yours and your mouth goes dry at the memory of how loudly he moaned while between your legs. His stamina is no joke, and you can only imagine it has improved since heâs started being a vigilante.Â
You have no doubt he could easily fuck someone stupid.
You tell yourself you canât think like this - you are supposed to be researching Daredevil to figure out how you feel about Matt being a vigilante - not ogling pictures of his ass and remembering your night together.Â
You gently smack your cheeks a few times and tell yourself to focus.Â
That only serves to make you more flush, so you make the executive decision that you have had enough screen time for the night and slam shut your laptop.
You have removed all the tags from the clothes, and you only have a few UPC stickers to pull off fake food, so you hurry through those so you can get to actually wrapping presents and not thinking about what you saw.
It is easy for you to get quickly lost in this new activity. Your perfectionist nature has you needing to make sure every crease is even and crisp and that each present looks picturesque, and you can't do that while distracted. Your thoughts shift from the way Mattâs breath felt against your skin to how many gifts Minnie has and how each one needs to look unique.
You know Minnie is going to tear through them like a wildfire, but it is important to you to make sure love is poured into everything.Â
You never got that as a child. Your birthdays were practical affairs and more often than not your present was to go clothes shopping, so you didnât get to unwrap things or have that grand surprise. You donât want that for Minnie. You want her to feel like an absolute princess on her special day and if that means rewrapping the same present four times to make it perfect, then that is what you will do.Â
You are finalizing bow placements on the gift bags you had to use for odd shaped items when your phone vibrates with an alert.Â
For a split second you are confused - it is rather late, and youâve muted most app notifications - but then you remember Matt is meant to be coming over.Â
You donât know how it could have slipped your mind and embarrassment burns through you.Â
How are you going to face him after staring at a picture of his ass until your brain broke?
You hesitate to check your phone, but when you do, you obviously have a text from him saying he is on his way. You groan to yourself, wondering how you can save yourself from this awkward situation?Â
Maybe you can go to bed early. You arenât at all tired - you usually are up for another few hours - but you have a long weekend ahead of you. You will need rest.
In your bed.
Where Matt will not be.Â
Because, for the first time in a while, he will be sleeping on the couch.Â
Which you still need to prepare.
You finish fussing with Minnieâs bounty of presents and set about arranging them up the Happy Birthday banner like it is a Christmas tree. You have to resist your urge to nitpick and instead turn your focus to cleaning up your mess. You hurriedly shove the pile of trash you made into a bag so you can toss it and your wrapping supplies are tucked into the back of the closet, where they will live until you need them again.Â
You do a quick once over to make sure everything is neat and birthday ready before you fetch your spare pillow and blanket.Â
You try to not feel guilty as you start making up the couch. You know it isnât the most comfortable and Matt will probably be sore after doing God knows what all night, but you canât offer him your bed again. There is no reason for him to be in your bed. As frantic as you are, you donât need any comforting.Â
You just need to stop thinking.Â
But not in that way.Â
âStop,â you hiss at yourself. âStop being a slut. Pure thoughts. Have pure thoughts.â
Scolding yourself does not work as well as you mean it to and all you can do is pour your concentration into folding and refolding the blanket. You roll it up tight first like it is a sleeping bag, then you think that is stupid, so you fold it into a triangle. You realize that is trying way too hard, so into a square it goes.Â
The knock at the door startles you and to your credit, you donât scream.Â
You do, however, bury your face into your hands again and take a deep breath. You are panicking over nothing. Everything is just fine. You are overthinking.
You mentally chant that mantra as you go to the door. You hesitate to open it, needing the extra moment to center yourself, and you are surprised you donât automatically close it again at the sight of Matt.Â
His normal daytime attire is a suit, and he wears them like a model, but you much prefer him dressed down as he is now. Heâs in a t-shirt and joggers, with a five oâclock shadow and fluffed up hair, and he looks devastatingly handsome. He looks friendly and soft, but everything is just tight enough to show off how toned he is.Â
Your body reacts exactly like it did to the picture, but this time you canât hide.Â
So, you run instead.
âCome on in,â you practically squeak out before hurrying to get out of his way. Heâs got a gym bag with him - probably to carry his clothes for tomorrow - and your entryway isnât the largest. It makes sense for you to go back to the living room.Â
âBusy night?â He asks as he closes and locks the door, and you are completely thrown by the question. You must make a confused noise, because he follows up with, âYou are out of breath, is everything okay?â
Your heart starts to beat hard in your chest and you can feel your entire body getting hot. Of course, he can tell what is going on with your body and you are nearly in full panic mode.Â
You need to get to bed and away from him.
You fail at keeping your composure by gesturing around the living room, âYeah - um - just been busy. Decorating and stuff - itâs a big day tomorrow.âÂ
âIt is,â Matt agrees, a charming and boyish smile creeping onto his lips. You tell yourself he must be excited for Minnieâs birthday and that is why he is in such a nice mood.
âHow was..how was your night?âÂ
He hums at the question, moving to set his bag down by the couch, âIt was relatively quiet. With school starting up again and the heat, the younger crowd isnât out. I made a few laps but didnât find anything worth going after.âÂ
âSo, there isnât likeâŚcrime every night?â You ask, trying to wrap your head around it all. You havenât actually asked what a Patrol consists of, so you donât know what the average one is like.
âDespite what everyone thinks, no. Thereâs a good number of nights where I just keep things tidy, but being out helps to deter people as well. Not every night is drug busts and gang wars.â
âThat is good to know.â And it is - it helps to ease your anxiety that he is out there constantly boxing people. People say New York is crime ridden, but it is not nearly as bad as it is made out to be. It is all scare tactics and sensational news - like the Satanic Panic.
Matt hums again, then tilts his head back towards where you hung the birthday banner, âThat is a lot of presents.â
His smile is still bright, and you have to duck your head and bite your lip to keep your mind in check. Your mouth, as always, is quick to quip, âIâm not telling you what is in them. Itâs a surprise.â
âA surprise, huh?â He teases, before kneeling down by his bag and unzipping it. You can see colorful wrapping paper peeking through, and you instantly wonder what sort of gift is inside.
âA surprise,â you repeat. âIt isnât any fun if everyone knows what is inside before it is opened.â
âIâll concede to that, even if it is tempting to peek.â As he says this he stands up, holding three different sized packages in his hands. They arenât as pristinely wrapped as yours, but you can tell great care went into it and you wonder if Matt did it himself.Â
âFoggy said they will come over around noon,â he says like you arenât on the verge of a crisis. âAnd Maggie was hoping we could stop by on the way to the park. I told her it would be up to you, but I know she has a few things for Minnie. Weâre probably going to need to bring that wagon you got.â
The idea of so many people coming to your apartment for a party - especially a toddlerâs birthday party - boggles your mind but your heart soars that so many people want to celebrate your daughter. You watch as he goes to add the gift pile and that confusing feeling swirls in your chest again, reminding you this is everything you ever wanted for Minnie. Matt being in your life means more people to love your daughter like she deserves.
âOkay,â you say because that is all your mind can produce. When Matt begins to stand again, you go into a panic thinking he might say something to start a conversation and blurt out, âI should get ready for bed.â
He turns to you, and you donât know what to expect, but it is not for him to look bemused. He raises his eyebrows over his glasses and lets out a huff of a laugh, âItâs a big day tomorrow. You should get your rest.â He isnât condescending or rude about it, but you can definitely hear the hint of teasing.
Your face burns as you nod and stupidly repeat, âItâs a big day.â You clear your throat to try and regain some composure and point towards the couch, âI, uh, left you out pillows and a blanket. The..uh..remote for the fan is on the coffee table. I readded the labels after Minnie tore them off.â
âThank you,â he says with full sincerity, and you cannot take any more of his charm and muscular biceps.Â
âIâm going to go to bed now,â you tell him as you start to back up towards the bedroom. You know you should tell him about the fringe covering the hallway, but you just want to flee and hide under your covers until your brain stops all of its nonsense.
âOkay.â
As you finally let yourself turn away from Matt, he says your name just loud enough for you to barely hear it. You freeze in place, but it is like your blood is boiling inside you. You breathe out his name in response.
âGood night.â
((âI love you.â))
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a/n: orz please take this offering of a chapter - my brain is not working up to standard.
Also - Tomorrow is a Big Day
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Hunted
synopsis: You're walking home late from work one evening and encounter a stranger..

Tags: yandere, smut, kinda dubcon, non canon characterization, afab reader, satoru gojo
You felt it again, that unmistakable feeling of the fine hair rising behind your neck.Â
That feeling had been your loyal companion for the last few months, coming on and off. It came just often enough for you to not forget about it, but not enough to warrant true concern. You chalked it up to getting accustomed to this climate, you had recently moved to the area around the same time you first noticed it. Oh how naive you had been.
As you walked home from work after staying late to put in overtime, that feeling was accompanied by the rustling of footsteps. Soon enough the racing of your heart joined in, creating a daming trio. It was nearly midnight and though the office you worked at was only a few blocks away from your small town home, the route was dimly lit.Â
Again the rustling permeated the air.
Pausing now, you turned around.. no one.Â
It was only when you turned the corner that you peered over your shoulder and saw a tall male figure walking towards you.Â
Instinctively, you picked up the pace but his long stride made it difficult to out pace him.Â
âHey are you okay? You seem shaken,â the male called out. His voice was smooth and confident and when he stepped into the light poleâs beam you understood why.Â
This man wasnât like anyone you had seen before. His skin radiant, free of blemishes, and his hair was a snowy white. Most striking were his eyes, a celeste hue that made it seem as though pieces of the sky fell into his lids.Â
âYou okay?â He asked again, laughing slightly. You figured he was used to the ogling. Who would suspect that someone who looked like they could be on the runway would live in the shadows?Â
âI think so.. I was just walking home from work,â you voice said, still timid.Â
âMe too, mind if I walk with you?â He asked.Â
âGuess not,â you shrugged.Â
He fell into a stride next to you, matching your slower pace.Â
âSo youâre a workaholic,â he teased.Â
âI suppose. Itâs only temporary, I need the money to pay my rent. I moved here not that long ago,â you said.Â
He let out a tsk.
âYou donât have family to hold you over?â He questioned.
âNo, I moved for my career.âÂ
Silence settled as the townhomes came into view. Why were you letting him walk with you? Why were you telling him personal things? It went against every survival instinct you knew.Â
âWell this is me, I'm going to head home now,â you said as the two of you entered the neighborhood.Â
âIâll walk you to your door,â he said.Â
âOh you donât have to-â
âI insist,â he said with enough permanence you knew it wasnât up for debate. Perhaps he had been raised a gentleman and insisted on making sure you got home safe.Â
When you were at your door you turned to thank him and saw he was watching you intently.Â
âThank you,â you said a little dismissively, hoping heâd leave now.Â
âYouâre welcome,â he said, with no sign of leaving. It was then you noticed how empty handed he was, a detail you had missed earlier due to his striking appearance.
âYou donât have any work equipment with you,â you stated suddenly your laptop bag on your shoulder felt much more heavy.
âLeft my stuff at the office,â he replied coolly.Â
Your heart began to thud.
The thud reminded you of the trio: the hair rising, the rustling, heart racing.
At the current moment they were all present except one.
One had stopped once this stranger had appeared and only silence had ensued in his presence besides his questions.
âI think Iâll be going inside now,â you said, quickly fumbling with the lock.Â
As you opened the door and bolted in, his strong hand stopped it from closing.Â
âArenât you going to invite me in?â He asked, smiling, his brilliant white canines like daggers.Â
You tried to force the door close but his strength allowed him to open it just enough so he could side step inside.Â
You backed away and he closed the door behind you, locking it ominously.Â
Even more frightening, your laptop bag fell off your shoulder and onto the floor with a thud so loud it rivaled that of your heart.
âNow we can be alone,â he laughed as if it were an inside joke only he knew.Â
âPlease leave. Please donât hurt me,â you began to plead.
He raised a brow.
âHurt you? Iâd never hurt you, unless you ask me to,â he teased.Â
His demeanor was a combination of playful and menacing.Â
Bridging the space between the two of you, his lips came down roughly on yours before you could even process it.Â
Moaning into his mouth from the shock, your head spun as he devoured your tongue with his own. He was a good kisser, his lips moving skillfully.Â
âIâve wanted to do that for so long,â he whispered once the kiss broke apart.Â
âWhat?â you asked.Â
By way of response, his lips moved to your neck, and your body betrayed you by responding, a jolt of heat formulating between your thighs.Â
âMine. All mine,â he said between kisses on your neck.Â
âI donât even know your name,â you stammered.Â
He laughed against your skin.
âSatoru,â he replied before continuing to lay kisses on your neck with his soft lips.Â
âSatoruâŚâ you repeated more to yourself than to him but you felt his lips curl up in a smile.Â
âThatâs right, it sounds so much nicer coming from you,â he said.Â
His lips came down on yours again, more passionate and hungry than before. Your head began to spin when suddenly he broke away.
âTake me to your bedroom,â he demanded.Â
âWhat?â you asked, voice shaky.Â
âYou donât like that idea?â he asked. For a moment his face seemed extremely vulnerable but then it was replaced by a stern look.Â
âNo itâs not that, itâs just- I donât know you,â you stammered, hoping he wouldnât grow angry. On the contrary, your words made him playful again.Â
âYou donât need to. I know you, Iâve been studying you,â he said, his hands going to rest at your hips now, âI know youâre lonely, so let me take care of you.âÂ
You couldnât even feign offense. You were so deeply lonely. Moving here for your career away from everyone you knew was no easy feat. You had the same routine work, home, and occasionally the store for errands. His hands traveled lower resting right on your thighs, one hand gripped the flesh lightly. You let out a whimper at that.Â
âThatâs a good girl, I can tell you want me. So it looks like Iâm just gonna have to take us to your bed myself.âÂ
The next thing you knew, he lifted you up with extreme ease, throwing you over his shoulder with your rear end a little too close to his face.Â
âSatoru!â you exclaimed.Â
He seemed to move through your small home a little too comfortably, a little too familiar.Â
Finding your bedroom at the end of the hall, he threw you down on the bed.Â
Your face flushed with embarrassment at all your trinkets on shelves and your plushies on the bed, by all accounts you have never had a man over before.Â
Satoru only seemed to have eyes for you, however.
He bent down on his knees before you, parting your legs open. He jeered at the sight of your white panties, easily accessible due to your wearing a skirt.Â
You gasped and clamped your legs shut again.Â
His eyes narrowed at that.Â
âDonât be rude, let me look,â he said.Â
A part of you felt violated while another part of you felt excitement.Â
âSatoru, this is all so fast,â you said.Â
He raised a brow.Â
âActually it is not going fast enough for me. Iâve waited months for this moment,â he replied.Â
It had been several times now he made comments of the sort implying he had been watching you, and it shifted things into perspective.Â
The hair rising that had been your one and only companion in this stage of your life was due to him.Â
âHow long have you been watching me?â you asked.Â
âSince you first moved in,â he replied simply as if it were the most normal thing in the world. He inched forward until he was hovering over you on the bed, his hands resting along on the mattress. He kissed you again and you fell further into the cot. You hated how your body seemed to love his touch so much, you were so responsive to him. You even felt your panties begin to dampen with arousal.Â
When the kiss broke apart, he rubbed the tip of his nose against yours, an act of unwarranted intimacy for two strangers.Â
âI want you and I intend to have you. I wonât take no for an answer,â he said directly. His striking eyes were serious.
âSatoru youâre handsome and Iâm not saying no but this is just so sudden,â you said trying to hold on to some shred of dignity.Â
âI want you and I know you want me, what more is there that needs to happen?â He asked.Â
He slipped back into his prior position in front you before speaking again: âIf I have to prove how good I can make you feel, I will do so gladly.âÂ
His hands effortlessly parted your legs again and when you tried to clamp them shut again he held them in place.
âStop denying yourself pleasure,â he said. He smiled upon seeing the wet stain on your panties, âlook at you all eager for me.âÂ
His voice grew husky and his eyes were lustful. His fingers intruded their way into your underwear, pushing them aside slightly so he had access to your folds.Â
Your breathing hitched as you felt him find your clit, the mere touch inducing a pulsing sensation that was impossible to ignore.
âSatoru.. please..â you said but you didnât know what you were pleading for anymore.Â
Was it for him to stop? Was it for him to keep going?Â
âHmm?â He teased as his fingers gently rubbed little circles on your clit.Â
Eyes rolling back in pleasure, you felt your resolve to resist him begin to fade away.Â
âThatâs a good girl. See you donât know what you want, you have to be shown,â he said. Suddenly he stopped rubbing. Your expression like you just had cold water thrown on you made him laugh. âDonât worry, I have something better.âÂ
He removed your heels, tossing them to the floor, soon afterward your underwear followed as he rolled them over your knees and discarded them. Your skirt remained, but it was thrown over your plush thighs, no longer offering coverage.
âFuck, so this is your pretty little bud,â he whispered as he parted your legs again.Â
You were still pulsating, it grew more fierce as he had stopped before you could reach your climax.Â
He leaned forward smirking and suddenly you felt his tongue at your folds. He began to slurp at your arousal causing guttural moans to slip out of your mouth and your back to arch slightly.Â
Your hands went to his soft hair as you searched for something to anchor you when every part of you felt like it was setting afloat.Â
He was ravenous, his mouth greedily tasting every part of you, and he was nearly abusive to your clit with his rough laps.Â
âThatâs it⌠thatâs a good girl,â he coaxed as he felt your sweet release coming on. He talked you through it, telling you sweet nothings of how good you looked right now and how he had fantasized about this for so long.Â
Three.Â
Two.Â
One.Â
And your breasts raised and fell like setting suns as you caught your breath.Â
âNow I want you to do something for me too,â he said as he began to unbuckle his pants.Â
âSatoru, wait,â you began to protest again.Â
âI told you I wonât take no for an answer. I proved myself and made you feel good,â he said. He took his pants off so he was in his boxers, his shirt soon following after. Calloused hands pulled your skirt off. Your blazer and blouse were soon discarded roughly.Â
He hovered over you again going to kiss your lips, salvia intermingling with yours so when he pulled away again a translucent string connected the two of you. Leaning back, he pulled down his boxers revealing his big cock, some slight precum on the angry pink tip.Â
âSatoru.. Iâm not on anything,â you began.Â
He had been right, you were so dreadfully lonely it had been a long time since you had been touched like this.
He smiled as if he suspected no different.
âItâs fine. Iâd look after you and the baby,â he said.Â
You whine at this.
âPlease, be serious,â you chastised.Â
âFine, Iâll pull out. Iâll take care of everything but for now,â he paused as he lined himself up with you, he placed his dick on top of your labia rubbing up and down before he continued, âjust let yourself enjoy it.âÂ
Your body was on fire, every nerve seemed to make itself known and you were embarrassed by just how aroused you really were.Â
He was so dreadfully attractive, the perfect predator. Even his scent was intoxicating as it wafted into your nostrils from having him so close.
The truth was you were doomed to lose from the moment he set his sights on you. He was the hunter and you had been the naive and ignorant prey. Everything about him was inviting. In truth thatâs why you had let him walk with you, why you had told him personal details. In the end you had been responsible for your own demise but you couldnât bring yourself to regret it.
Now you were going to have sex with your stalker, how fucked up was that?Â
âYouâre so fucking soaked,â he whispered as you felt him move his cock down and between your folds now. âAhh.. fuck.. youâre so goddamn tight. How many guys have you let in here? Actually, donât answer that. I donât want to get mad.âÂ
You moaned as you felt yourself stretch to accommodate his impressive and imposing girth. He pushed himself deeper in, using his hands to wrap your legs around his waist so he could go even deeper still, until at last he was bottomed out inside you.Â
He seemed delirious now, completely pussy drunk as he began to set a rhythmic pace of fast thrusts.Â
âSo big,â you whispered, but he heard you all the same, groaning at that.Â
âFuck.. I've wanted this since the moment I saw you.. Had to stop myself from taking you then and there-âÂ
Your bed frame had begun to hit the wall with each thrust and you blushed to think of any neighbors who may hear.Â
You could feel his pulse beating inside you as if it were your own and the lewd sound of wet skin slapping against skin only aroused you more.Â
âMoan my name,â he commanded.
âSatoru..â you moaned.Â
He groaned at that and his hands went to grope at your breasts, sensitive nipples spilling over onto his fingers as he continued to thrust into your mercilessly.Â
âSuch a little minx, you know that? I loved watching you.. following you.. coming into your place at night while you were sleeping.âÂ
Your eyes widened in fear at that, mortified.
No wonder he had been so familiar with your place.Â
âShh.. did that scare you baby? Donât worry. Iâd just watch you sleep is all. Sometimes Iâd stroke myself off when youâd moan in your sleep. Believe me it took everything in me not to ram myself down your throat when youâd do that.. but even I have morals,â he laughed.Â
You felt your heart racing in panic now, in fear of the invasion of your privacy but he took the opportunity to fuck you even harder than before.Â
ââToru.. so rough,â you moaned as your hands went to his muscled back in an effort to stabilize yourself.Â
âFuck- your pussy is gripping me so much tighter. Thought you were scared, but maybe you like the attention.. hm?âÂ
His strokes became slower now, more deliberate. And for a moment his rough fucking turned into intimate love making as he kissed you, his tongue chasing after yours.
You felt yourself nearly close to your peak, and he felt it too, his lips moving to your neck biting as he returned to his fast speed.
He found your sweet gummy spot and his cock nicked it over and over, practically abusing it to the point of overstimulation that you felt tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks.Â
âSatoru⌠it feels so good,â you moaned.Â
âYeah, I bet it does,â he teased, his own eyes half lied and full of lust.
He himself was enjoying this as well, enjoying how incredibly tight and warm you felt it was like nothing he had ever experienced before and well worth the months of waiting and meticulous studying of you.Â
God, how he had enjoyed watching you, had enjoyed following you home from work every night.Â
Tonight has been his breaking point, he couldnât stay away any longer and when you didnât resist him didnât tell him to go away and that he could walk home with you.. well you had practically invited him to fuck you, or at least thatâs how he saw it.Â
âIâm.. Iâm so close,â you whimpered underneath him.Â
âShh I know baby me too,â he cooed.Â
âSatoru.. remember not inside-â you tried to remind him, but your face was so flushed, makeup smeared, and voice so breathy, you couldnât possibly mean that could you?Â
Your words didnât seem to have any effect on him as he continued to thrust into you.Â
In truth he was imagining you pregnant, it would be a true testament that you were claimed by him, belonged to him.Â
Because as far as he was concerned you did belong to him, he hadnât invested all this time into you for nothing.Â
âFuckâŚâ he groaned as he felt you gripping him even tighter still.Â
Close so close..Â
Then the two of you finished and you screamed out in panic as his hot fluid rushed into you.Â
âShhh⌠itâs okay, baby,â he coaxed, shutting up your panicked babbles with a tongue filled kiss. You relaxed a little at that, he did have a way of calming you down with his touch, with his out of place intimacy which was far too familiar for what the two of you were to each other.Â
He reluctantly pulled out of you and cradled you against his chest, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead.Â
In this moment it was easy for you to close your eyes and pretend the two of you were lovers.Â
Too bad the truth was much darker.
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Ok hereâs the vision for a fiC request: either coryoâs spouse/ romantic interest/ personal assistant/ all 3? You pick- she notices someone is following her and is freaked out and tells coryo- but itâs actually just the people he has on call as personal security for her LOL
๨ŕ§ęŁŕ§coryo tries to protect you๨ŕ§ęŁŕ§ fem reader x coriolanus snow

The door clicked shut behind you, and you tossed your handbag on the chair beside it, trying to hide your sniffles and failing. Clutching the door handle, you flicked the lock and let your shoulders drop, chest rising and falling heavily.
Your hand rose to your mouth, covering it as tears poured down your cheeks. Body trembling, you let a little cry escape. With any luck, he wouldn't hear you and you'd be able to escape to the bathroom to scrub any evidence of distress away before he joined you.
"Darling?" Luck was not on your side tonight. You should have known.
Standing up straight, you brushed away a stray tear as he entered the room. For once, he'd made it home before you did, and you knew very well he'd come from his office. In your marriage, you'd learned that if you weren't there to distract him, he would work himself to sleep.
Coriolanus' hair was messy, the first few buttons of his shirt undone. He'd discarded the red tie you'd watched him knot from bed this morning. His clear blue eyes frothed with concern the second he took you in, his arms taking you in. Your head fell to his shoulder, too tired to pretend anymore.
He smoothed your hair, straightening your dress as well. It was untidy from running up the stairs since you'd been too scared to use the elevator. "Let's come over here, yes?" His voice was calm, but you could hear the slight tint of worry beneath. "We'll get you some tea. You're safe now, sweetheart, it's okay." He guided you down the hall to your bedroom, sitting you down atop the white bedspread you'd selected before the wedding.
The entirety of your shared bedroom had been yours to decorate and you'd been nervous for him to see it at first. But he'd reacted so sweetly when you'd revealed it. You shifted in your spot, toeing off your shoes as your husband called down for tea.
Once he was done, Coriolanus went to the dresser, pulling out a pair of your cute little pajamas. You accepted them gratefully, changing into them while he took off his work clothes. He returned to you in a pair of boxers, pulling you into his lap as he sat down. You snuggled into him, exhaling when he pressed a kiss to your hair.
"What happened, darling?" Coriolanus murmured, running a hand up and down your back. "Bad night?"
You sniffled, lifting your head to look at him. "It was f-fine. It was a nice dinner. My friends were nice. The food was good."
"Good." He kissed your brow. "What happened after that?"
"I w-was walking to the car," you said, your voice hitching. "And there was a man watching me. And I'd seen him when I was going into the restaurant too. And when I got out of the car here-" You sniffled, more tears surfacing and spilling onto your cheeks. "He was there too. He's following me. I'm scared."
"Oh, baby," he whispered, pulling you back in and pressing your face to his shoulder. "What did he look like? What was he wearing?" The series of questions was delivered in a harsher tone than the first thing he said.
Still hiding your face in his neck, you mumbled, "He was wearing black...a-and he had a gold watch. And he was talking on the phone but he was w-watching me-"
"What color hair?" Coriolanus interrupted, furrowing his brow.
"Dark," you said, sniffling again. "A-and there was another man with him. And I saw another one come up to them w-when I got home."
He was quiet for a moment. Then his hand resumed stroking up and down your spine. "Were they wearing earpieces of any kind?"
You looked up at him, eyebrows pinched. "I saw one wearing one." Paling, you gripped his arms. "Are they part of something, Coryo? Are they gonna come back for me?" Sniffling, a few more tears fell down your cheeks. "I'm scared, Coryo."
"Oh, darling," he soothed, starting to rock back and forth. "Hey...it's okay. They're not going to hurt you." He waited a moment before softly saying, "I hired them."
Your eyes widened, and you went rigid in his lap. "You-?"
"They're security, sweetheart," Coriolanus explained calmly, stroking your hair, trying to get you to relax. "They're protecting you."
Wiping your eyes, your breath hitched again. "You-you didn't tell me about that."
"I know, baby," he cooed, drying your tears with his thumb. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"Why didn't you tell me?" You were crying out of relief now more than anything, but you were still upset for a whole new reason.
"I didn't think you'd like the idea." Coriolanus was searching your eyes.
"I don't," you huffed, sniffling again. "I don't need it, Coryo. I can take care of myself."
He nodded solemnly, lifting his hand to rub your cheek. "You can. I'm very sorry, sweetheart."
Your eyes fell down to his chest, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought. His hands were on your hips now, holding you gently. Letting the thought and his apology marinate for a moment, you breathed in and out. "Okay."
Coriolanus leaned in, kissing your forehead. "I promise you're not in any danger. If they do their job right, you never will be."
You snuggled back into him, face in his neck. "I'd rather have you with me."
"And I will be whenever I can," he promised, smoothing your hair. "You're always safe with me too."
You remained with him until the tea came up, a plate of your favorite cookies on the tray too. He didn't grace his office again for the rest of the night, remaining with you. His presence wordlessly reassured you of your safety, and you smiled softly when he got up to draw the curtains, making sure the balcony doors were locked.
As he got in bed, folding his arms around you protectively, you smiled, hiding your face in his chest. Coriolanus kissed your head, accompanying it with, "I've got you. You're safe."
It was easy to drift off after that, his warm chest and heartbeat under your ear.

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We will meet again. |Â pt 3


Short summary: When he doesnât come back for a whole month, you put off the necklace, thinking he wonât return. Though, as you come home from work one day, you spot footprints in the snow leading to your house. But who would visit without announcing themselves first?
Warnings: 18+ only! stalker!Tom, possessive!Tom, dub con, choking, rough oral m!receiving, deepthroating, impact play, rough sex, unprotected p in v, begging, slight degradation
A/N: This turned out filthier than I had originally anticipated, someone pls cleanse my mind?
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PART 1 | Â PART 2
It is late January now, almost a month after your second encounter with Tom. You had been wearing the necklace like he told you to â up until three days ago at least, when you figured he wasnât going to come back. He has been on your mind each day since the last time you saw him, dreams again plaguing your nightâs rest. You shake your head, disregarding your thoughts about him. Whatever happened between you two, it was in the past. Besides, you had agreed to drink a coffee with a coworker next week after he asked you.
A freezing breeze leaves a tingling sensation on your skin as you step out of your car, merely the dim light of the streetlamp shining into the darkness of the night. You have just come home from work, a cloud of condensation forming in the crisp winter air as you exhale a deep breath, shutting your eyes. Workâs been insanely draining lately â with many coworkers on sick leave, your workload has doubled, if not tripled, leaving you burnt out each day you come home from work. As you exit your garage, you notice faint footsteps imprinted into the snow-covered ground on the pathway. They are barely visible now, a new layer of snow making them difficult to distinguish from the rest of the surrounding area. An eerie feeling spreads in your chest, approaching your front door in a quicker manner. A letter in your mailbox has you sigh in relief, assuming it were the mail officerâs footprints. Who else would visit without announcing themselves first otherwise?
Still, you decide to check your security camera first, clicking on the app icon on your phone. A red pop-up message greets you as soon as you open the app.
No recordings available.
Itâs been working fine recently. Well, until now at least. âDamn technology,â you mutter with a heavy sigh, turning the keys in the lock, pushing open the door to your home. You kick off your shoes and hang your coat onto the bathroom door, ready to finally head to bed. Just one glass of water from the kitchen was what you needed before youâd slip under your warm duvet, spending the rest of the evening relaxing with a book.
You donât even bother turning on the lights in the kitchen. Opening the cupboard, you grab the first glass you get a hold of and turn on the sink. Sounds of water splashing, filling your cup echo around the otherwise silent room. Taking a sip of the refreshing liquid, you turn to leave the room.
âThe necklace. You put it off.â
An all too familiar voice rings out behind you, and you shriek in terror, the glass of water slipping from your hand onto the marble floor, shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces. âWho-â you back off, your hand tapping on the wall to find the light switch. As you finally do, you instantly recognize the figure in front of you. Tall and relaxed, brunette curls messier than usual, leaning against the kitchen counter like he owned the place. His burning gaze lays hot on your skin, dark eyes meeting yours.
Your heart is racing in your chest, missing a beat or two in the process. He did come back. Though your relief at the sight of Tom quickly vanishes, being replaced by anger.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â you raise your voice at him, slowly walking towards the brunette. Tom doesnât even budge, only his eyes following your movements. His lips curl up into a tiny, sly smirk as you stand directly before him, his taller figure easily looming over yours.
A small huff falls over your lips, shaking your head at how unbothered he seems to be by your reaction.
âYou canât keep breaking into my house. Turn up unannounced.â you add, a little more calmly. His hand reaches up, the pad of his thumb softly brushing over your cheek for a brief moment, before he breaks the silence.
âI donât break into houses, darling. I merely enter.â
âI do not care what you call it, itâsââ
His lips crashing on yours have your complaint come to an abrupt halt. Itâs passionate, hungry, almost as if heâs been starved of your touch.
The first time you feel his lips on yours.
âNo matter how hard I try, you never leave my mind. There has not been a day since we met that I have not thought of you. Itâs ruining me.â He voices, and by the look of his eyes you know he is being genuine.
âYet, you left. Like I was nothing to you.â you mumble, kneeling down to pick up the shattered glass on the floor. Tom is silent for a moment, sighing as you collect the tiny pieces on your palm.
âYou are going to hurt yourself. Step away.â he demands, nudging your side with his knee. As you do, he takes out his wand, pointing it towards the mess on the marble floor.
âReparo.â
Your mind is too slow to comprehend what happens next, each individual piece rearranging itself to take the shape of the glass it once was, the spilt water on the floor vanishing. Your eyes widen as the cup stands before you on the floor, completely unharmed like nothing ever happened. Slowly, you turn to face Tom. âYou can do that?â you whisper, inspecting the glass as you get up, eyes flickering between the glass and the brunette in front of you.
He nods.
You nod.
âWhy are you here?â you finally ask, putting the glass back into the cupboard.
Tomâs arms cross over his chest, his gaze sinking down to his leather shoes. âI donât particularly like the way that manâs mind works when he looks at you.â he remarks, the bitterness evident in his voice.
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. âWhat ma-â you begin, until realisation dawns on you, a bewildered huff falling over your lips, âmy coworker? Have you been stalking me?â
Tom grasps your arm, closing the distance between you two as he pulls you towards him, strict eyes burning into yours. âYou are mine. Since the day you have decided to mess with my head. I need you to understand that.â
A playful smirk forms on your lips. With such a massive ego, there was surely going to be nothing more satisfying than to test his limits, right?
âWhat if I donât want to be yours?â you murmur, cocking an eyebrow.
If his eyes could darken, they do. A small crease forms between his eyebrows, grip on your arm growing impossibly stronger to the point you are sure it would leave bruises. As you struggle to free yourself, he spins you around, trapping you between the counter and himself.
âThis attitude of yours,â Tom hisses, palm pressing down on the sides of your throat, âneeds to be fixed.â
Your lips curl into a daring smirk. âFix it, then.â
Tom scoffs at that, and you swear you hear him mumble âpatheticâ before his hand leaves your throat and he drags you after him to your bedroom. He doesnât even bother turning on any source of light, as though he had the layout of your entire house mapped out in his mind.
He most likely did.
After almost tripping on the stairs twice, you reach your bedroom, where you normally would now be peacefully reading. Whatever he was going to do with you instead surely wasnât going to be much worse, though.
As soon as you enter, Tom lights a few candles you had in your room with his wand. He then pushes you down onto your knees by your shoulders, facing him as you sink down against the wall. âShould be grateful I am taking you to bed and not fuck you against the kitchen counter like you deserve.â he sneers, making quick work of his belt, his grey trousers slipping down, left to pool at his ankles before he steps out of them.
He doesnât discard of his belt like you thought he would, no, instead he messily wraps it around your throat. With the loose end wrapped around his hand, he hauls you towards him, grinning tauntingly as he glances down at you. âMade you a new necklace. One you look even prettier in.â His free hand wipes across your cheek, and you close your eyes, waiting for the sting of his palm harshly landing on it. It never comes. âAnd now, you are going to be a good girl and open that mouth wide for me. Shouldnât be too difficult considering what got you here in the first place.â
You nod, fingers eagerly hooking under the waistband of his briefs. Your eyes sparkle at the sight of his length, hard and swollen right in front of your face. He tugs on the leather, urging you to part your lips for him. First, you swirl your tongue around his tip, a low groan falling over the brunetteâs lips as he watches you work his length into your mouth. He doesnât allow you much time before he takes over, thrusting in and out of you at an increasingly harsh pace, fingers tangling in your hair.
Coughing and gagging noises fill your bedroom as the head of his cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat, hot tears streaming down your face at the foreign intrusion. âCome on. I know you canâ fuckâ take more than that, open up wider. Let me use that dirty mouth of yours.â
You try to relax your muscles as much as you can, and he slips further down your throat, your nose held flush against his lower abdomen as you struggle for breath. âFuckâ just like thatââ he keeps you there for a brief moment, firmly tugging on the leather wrapped around your neck. Spluttering around his length, your hand finds his thigh to tap on it, signalling for a break. With the hand he has buried in your hair, he yanks your head back, briefly letting you catch your breath before he thrusts back into your warm mouth with a groan.
You look up at him through your eyelashes, streaks of mascara running down the sides of your face and neck, staining the leather of his belt. His brows are drawn together, the prettiest sounds of pleasure falling over his full, slightly parted lips. Knuckles white from how tightly he is clutching onto the loose end of his belt. You feel yourself become lightheaded at the lack of blood circulating through your head, every cell in your body screaming for oxygen. Your tongue lays flat in your mouth, feeling the thick vein on the underside of his cock as it ruthlessly slips in and out of you.
Tomâs movements grow more erratic, feeling him twitch inside of you, a rosy flush colouring his otherwise pale cheeks. Though, before he gets the chance to reach his orgasm, he pulls out of you, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing cock.
He breathes heavily, taking in your messy form beneath him. Make up runs down your face mixed with your tears, saliva trickling from the corners of your mouth. A satisfied smirk forms on his lips. âYou look properly filthy like this. Just how I like it,â his hand leaves your hair, wiping over your damp cheeks, âand I am the only one who gets to see you like this, isnât that right?â The brunette doesnât wait for an answer, though.
Smack.
âFuckâ yes! Yes, only you!â you yelp as his palm harshly comes down on your cheek, leaving a burning sensation on your tear-soaked, sensitive skin. With your head tilted to the side, his finger hooks under your chin, making you look back up at him. âGood girl. Now, get up.â he instructs, nudging you with a tug on the leather around your neck.
You do as he says, legs wobbly and tingling as you get up, knees bruised. He has you stand against the wall, arm sneaking under your hips to adjust your posture, bending you over just slightly.
Smack, smack, smack.
This time itâs the flesh of your ass tingling painfully, having you hiss and lurch forward, though Tom is quick to readjust you, kneading the red spot in the shape of his hand imprinted on your skin.
âSpread your pretty legs for me,â he demands, his knee finding its way between your legs, nudging them apart. A shiver runs down your spine as his hand wanders over your waist down your stomach, finding your swollen clit. âGodâ Tom, please!â You cry as he skilfully draws circles on it.
âPatience.â he replies lowly, and as quick as it started, it ends. Instead, his fingers dip between your folds, a guttural groan falling over his lips as he feels your arousal on his them. âFucking soaked for me. Pathetic girl.â
He doesnât waste much time before two of his digits push into your slick entrance, working you open for him. Itâs like heâs studied your body, fingertips massaging over your g-spot with every thrust of his hand. Hot pleasure rushes through your veins, walls greedily clenching down around him as you push your hips back against his fingers. Though, before you can reach your much needed release, he pulls out of you, having you whine in protest. One of his hand snakes around your throat, over the leather of his belt, as his tip finds its way between your folds. âYou think you are ready for me?â Tom asks, his breath lingering hot on the side of your face as he leans in.
âGod, Tomâ stop teasing! Please, I need you.â you whimper, hips bucking against his cock.
âSo fucking desperate,â he scoffs before thrusting his entire length into you at once, hips flush with the reddened skin of your ass as you gasp at the stretch he is providing you.
Tom lets you adjust briefly, before almost completely pulling out just to fully bury himself into your warm, soaked cunt again. He picks up his pace after that, having you jolt forward each time his hips snap into yours. âGripping me soâ fuckingâ tight. You were made for this, for me,â he hisses under shaky breaths, your combined moans filling the room. âNo one else. You are mine. Fuckâ Say it. Tell me who you belong to.â
âI am yours! God, Tomâ All yours!â you almost scream, earning a low groan of approval from the brunette, his palm squeezing down tighter around your throat as you clench around him. The leather tangles between your breasts as he pounds into you, tip brushing against your sensitive cervix with every other thrust. An all too familiar feeling builds in the pits of your lower stomach, having your eyes roll to the back of your head, hot waves of pleasure having you dangerously close to the edge. So close to the release that you sought after so badly.
âYou think you haveââ he hisses, âearned to come? Beg. I want you to fucking beg for it.â
A weak whimper falls over your lips, your mind all too hazy to really comprehend what he is demanding from you. His hand leaves your throat, having you sink against the cold wall again. âDo it. Beg. Beg like the slut you are.â
His rough treatment and the way his cock hits all the right spots inside of you has you see stars, and the only word you hear is beg. Fuck.
âT-Tom please, I canâtâ please let me come. I am all yours, please!â
You feel him twitch inside of you, his thrusts growing erratic, and you know he is just as close as you are. One of his hands rubs circles on your clit once more, the other toying with your tits. âCome with me. Make a mess, filthy girl.â
That is all you need to hear until you convulse around him. A cry of pleasure falls over your lips as you reach your climax, your cunt eagerly pulsing around his thick length. As your knees threaten to give in, his arm finds its way around your waist, holding your spent body up for him. Tom soon follows after you with a grunt, emptying himself deep inside of your warm walls with one last thrust.
After pulling out of you, he lets your exhausted form rest on the silk duvet of your bed, placing a kiss on your forehead. Just like last time, he casts a cleaning spell first on himself, but then, on you too. With another wave of his wand, you both are dressed again.
When he is done, your eyes lock. Neither of you says anything for a moment, until you finally find your voice. âDonât leave, please.â you whisper, yearning for his touch â touch that isnât rough or painful, but touch that is soft and comforting.
âI wasnât going to leave.â Tom replies, taking a seat next to you on the bed. âConsider your âdateâ next Tuesday cancelled. I am taking you out.â
âWhere are we going?â You ask, a smirk creeping onto your face as you sit back up.
âItâs a surprise. Youâll like it.â
He swipes a strand of hair out of your face, his gaze lowering to your neck. âSo where is the necklace?â
You had placed it in your jewellery box when you took it off. âItâs downstairs.â
He mumbles two words, one of which you make out to be ânecklaceâ. As soon as those words leave his lips, the silver chain lies on his palm, the green stone shimmering in the dim candlelight. He places it around your neck and closes the clasp. âAs long as you wear the necklace, you have a piece of me with you. Take good care of it. It was my motherâs.â
âOf course,â you nod, closing your palm over the green gem. As you do, a warm sensation radiates from the stone.
Itâs not long until your exhaustion gets the better of you, and you drift off to sleep. Tom stays with you throughout the night, though when you wake up in the morning, he is long gone. You find a cup of hot tea on your nightstand, your favourite, and a note that reads the following:
Be ready at 5 on Tuesday.
And remember to stay away from him. I am watching you, sweetheart.

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