#but she’s just constantly acting like i’m blowing up over nothing

[2chopsticks2eyes]

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Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Fem Reader

Themes: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: ~30k | AO3

Warnings: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Alcohol, Cussing, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Alternate Universe, Vaginal Sex, Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex, Friends With Benefits

Summary: Your ex is a cheating bastard who had been your only experience with sex (which he was absolute shit at). Getting back into the dating game was not what you expected, so your older brother's annoying best friend, Minho, decided to offer to show you the ropes on what it's like to have actual good sex.

Author's Note: This work was inspired by a request from @kyungpenguin33. This took longer than I expected because life hit me like a truck for a while. But hopefully, nothing slows me down for the next fic I have in store!

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“He didn’t even fucking deserve you anyway! You’re too good for a guy that constantly smells like pickles and dick cheese.” Your best friend Tiffany blatantly carped as she sprawled out on your bed while mindlessly scrolling away on her phone.

You had just recently broken up with your boyfriend of three years and for some goddamned reason, Tiffany had to bring up the topic constantly. Apparently, once you get to college, boys decide they want the next, new thing. You just wished he would have ended things with you before he started fucking half of the ‘sorostitutes’ that were willing to open their legs for him.

You felt like a jug of milk. What was once a refreshing, healthy relationship, started to slowly become sour and curdled. You thought you two were in love, hence the long-lasting relationship, but you guess he saw the expiration date before you did.

It had been about a month since you ended things with him, yet here Tiffany was, rambling on and on about how she always knew your relationship ‘was doomed to fail’ and ‘emotionally toxic’. You couldn’t help but wonder, if she ‘always’ knew that, why did she never say anything to you about it? Why did she constantly fawn over him? Why did she feel the need to whine about how she was ‘so jealous of you for snatching him’?

Now, you loved Tiffany, you did. She was always there for you when no one else was. Even if she mostly acted as if you were a child and considered herself your influencer. You learned to look over it because, whatever she did, she did it out of love, right?

That’s what led you to invite her over to your house, well, more like your family’s house because who the fuck can afford to live alone on campus as a broke college student these days? 

Anyway, you were currently laying down on your stomach on the plush carpet of your floor with oodles of papers and textbooks spread around you while Tiffany, still on your bed, continued to berate you with nonsensical chatter.

“I knew he was a bad apple from the start, but I didn’t say anything because I wanted to be a good friend and be supportive of you. And now what? This is where it got you.” 

You rolled your eyes and slumped your head down into your hands. “I get it, Tiff. I should have seen this coming. But I’ve moved on now…” You were… partially telling the truth. “...and so should you. I’m glad you care about me, but I don’t even want to think about that douchebag ever again.”

She lowered her phone and raised an eyebrow at you that silently screamed ‘uh-huh suuuure’, then she sighed deeply and returned to her mindless scrolling with a ‘higher-than-thou’ look on her face.

“Tiff, didn’t you come here to study with me? We have finals in two weeks and a paper due in economics tomorrow.” You said while assessing her lax composure. 

“Oh, I’ve already gotten that taken care of. You really need to stay on top of that kind of stuff, ya know? Or else the next three years of your undergrad is going to be a disasteeeer~! Not to mention veterinary school after that!” 

You scoffed and returned your attention to the mounds of work around you. Here we go again with the whole ‘I’m more mature than you’ act. It’s true that you really needed to pick up the slack, but you also knew that Tiffany was only at a marginally passing grade. She always half-assed her work.

The sound of a phone buzzing pulled your attention and you looked up to see Tiffany putting her phone up to her ear. “Heeey baby! What’s up?” You internally cringed from her zero to sixty babygirl voice. “Right now? Yeah! Totally free!..... Uh-huh….. Of cooourse….. Kay kay! Be there in a jiff! Love ya babe! B-byyyeeee.” You wanted to gag but quickly composed yourself when she returned her focus to you, sitting up from the bed as she spoke. “Jay’s wanting to go out tonight so I’mma bouce!”

You wanted to say ‘why did you tell him you were free if you were obviously here for me?’ But you decided to just let it go. You weakly nodded your head. “Kay, have fun.” 

“Oh you know I will.” She said in a suggestive tone. She basically skipped away but stopped with her hand on your bedroom door handle. She turned back to you with a brazen smile. “Like, I know we’ve only been dating for, like, a week, but my god that man is way better in bed than my last boyfriend was.” She spoke quietly as if someone would hear her gossiping in this completely empty house.

“Who, David?” You engaged ruefully, not quite sure which poor soul you friend was preying on this time.

“No, silly! It’s Mark! David was the one I dated before Chad and Chad was the one before Mark.” She giggled bubbly.

You chuckled. “Man, you really know how to pick ‘em, huh?”

She rolled her eyes and looked at you pitifully. “I can’t help it that I have standards that these guys can’t live up to!” She released the doorknob momentarily and began to look quizzical. “Now that I think about it, maybe I could hook you up with Jackson! He was one of the better ones!” She declared jovially while pulling out her phone again. “Plus, someone needs to show you what a good fuck is like now that your previous old scrotum has moved on…” She rambled as she searched through her phone.

You sprung up from the floor like lightning and rushed over to her. “Nononono, Tiff. No matchmaking, please. Especially not with your sloppy seconds!” You pleaded while holding her arm pathetically.

“Too late, love! Already sent your number to him! You’ll thank me later, trust me.” She winked at you and gave you a peck on the cheek. “Love ya lots! Lemme know what he says!” When she turned to the door and opened it, both of you were startled out of your skin to see a man with sandy blonde hair holding his hand up as if he was about to knock on the aforementioned bedroom door that was now wide open.

Lee Minho.

Why this motherfucking bane of your existence was here, knocking on your door, you didn’t know. But your focus was shifted by the bubbly giggle of your best friend. “Oh my god, Minho! I didn’t know you were here! Why didn’t you come and say hi to me??” Her exuberant voice rang loudly.

Your best friend was a serial flirt and everyone knew this, but it still pained you to watch it unfold firsthand anyway. Especially to the man she knew to be a close family friend.

“Uhhh, actually I came here to see your friend.” He awkwardly stated before he turned to you with a big, annoyingly cocky smirk. “Hey there, kitten.”

You just grumbled and pushed past him and grabbed Tiffany’s arm to see her out. 

As you two retreated, Tiffany hollered over her shoulder to him. “I hope we’ll cross paths on campus later! Bye, Minho!” You heard Minho reply with a faint ‘bye’ as you ushered her out with a quick hug goodbye.

Now, here's the thing you need to know about Minho, you don’t hate the guy, you just find his existence to be extremely annoying.

Lee Minho was your two-year-older brother’s best friend since you were in middle school. For as long as you could remember, Minho was a constant visitor at your house. He was always treated like family by your parents and that had never changed over the years. However, when your brother decided to study abroad and Minho wanted to stay at home and go to the nearby community college, you figured he would slowly drift away.

Nope. Why would you think such a thing? You already knew it was his life goal to be a pain in the ass.

That motherfucker would come to your place weekly, almost even several times a week, just to hang out with your family. For some reason, you were the only one who found it weird because your parent’s welcomed him with open arms like he was a part of the family. Even going as far as giving him the key code to the house! It wasn’t like he had a bad relationship with his parents or anything, he had a wonderful family! Which just made it more annoying when he would come around.

You couldn’t really figure out just why he got under your skin so much, he just did.

Which is why, when you shut the front door behind you and turned back inside to see a smug grin stretched across his unreasonably handsome face, you felt the urge to just go ahead and punch the pretty off of it. “Mom and Dad are out of town right now. You’ll have to come back next week to annoy me.” You said scathingly as you marched back to your room.

You could already feel yourself tense up when he turned to follow you. “Well, what’s the fun in that if I can just annoy you now? Just ‘cause your big bro’s gone doesn’t mean you can get rid of me that easy.” You dropped back down to the floor where your circle of stress resided and he plopped down onto your bed, immediately making himself comfortable on it as if it were his own damned cotton duvet he was sprawled across.

You snapped your head at him. “Do you have any particular reason to be here other than to drive me up the fucking wall with your shit?” You gave your deadliest glare, but that just seemed to amuse him further.

“No, that’s about it. Gotta keep you on your toes, ya know? Plus I would never be opposed to… what was it you said? ‘Driving you up the wall’? Sounds like a really fun challenge to me.” His smile was evil and you hated that it made him look even more attractive.

You scoffed in disbelief and returned to your notes. “Great. I feel honored to have warranted your undivided attention.” Your voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Well, if you have nothing better to do, at least keep it zipped up while I study for my finals.” 

“Oh? You sure you don’t want me to zip it down instead? You might find something even harder than those finals there, kitten.” You shot daggers at him with your eyes but his suggestive smile remained all the same. This motherfucker… did he really just say that?

This was a norm between the two of you. He would teasingly make lewd or flirtatious comments to you and you would always tell him to kindly fuck off. You never truly had any malice to your words and he knew this. So, the playful banter continued.

“OR I might find myself with an outrageous hospital bill after I shove your testicles so far up into your ass that you choke on them.” Your voice was saccharine sweet as you openly threatened him. It was as if you were a well-behaved waitress that would spit in his pudding spitefully.

He didn’t miss a beat. “Sorry, babe. I’m not into the whole cock and ball torture kink. Maybe we can explore what you like instead?”

You hoped he didn’t notice the red tint to your ears as you muttered expletives under your breath. “What I’d like is for you to shut the hell up and let me STUDY.” You obviously sounded absolutely done with his playful banter and he finally relented.

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Fine. Fine. I’ll leave you be this time, kitten.” He stood up from the bed and crouched down in front of you, flicking the edge of the textbook you were scanning over. “But if you ever need help with any of this, let me know.”

You just hummed your response, opening your laptop in front of you and refusing to make eye contact as he reluctantly slunk away from you and out of your house.

When you heard the front door shut, your head dropped from your shoulders to hang in front of you as you groaned. Why, just why, did you both end up wanting to be veterinarians? He constantly made fun of you, saying, “oh, it’s so cute how you want to follow in my footsteps!” or “you chose this major to be closer to ME, didn’t you?” 

UGH.

And that stupid smug face of his he made when you had finally declared your major was on a constant loop in your brain. He only called you that stupid nickname because you had rescued a cold and starving kitten on the side of the road when you were in high school and he named you that because that’s what made you find your dream of becoming a vet.

You were IN LOVE with your little Boots. Not to be mistaken for footwear, you named your kitten Boots because she was entirely black except for her four white paws. She was your number one emotional support after your breakup and you had no clue what you would do without her.

As if on cue, Boots casually walked into your room, licking her chops (most likely just finishing demolishing her food bowl like the little piggy she was), and nonchalantly plopped down right on the entirety of your keyboard as if it was her own personal heating pad.

“Boo-baby! I’m working!” You made no move to do anything about it because when cats demand your attention, it’s a crime not to comply. She just stared back at you with an adorable slow blink and your hand moved on its own to start petting her.

Her purring instantly started easing your mind and a fond smile bloomed on your face involuntarily. Slowly, her soft fur and soothing sounds washed away your worries. You felt the stress of school turn into confidence that you knew what you were doing and a reminder that your grades have been awesome. You felt that the annoyance of the people in your life, your ex, Tiffany, Minho, well… they didn’t really matter in terms of you living your own life.

This is your emotional support. Your precious Boots.

Without any words spoken or her even knowing what was going on, she knew when you were suffering. And she always made it her job to help you. That’s why it hurt your soul to meet people who say they hate cats because they are ‘evil’ or ‘assholes’.

Okay, yeah, they definitely can be assholes, but they aren’t inherently evil! They just have unique… personalities. It takes time and love to earn their trust, but when you do, the bond is like a special gift that is only reserved for you.

It was at that moment when you were lost in your thoughts that your phone buzzed. When you unlocked your phone, you saw a text from a random number.

Unknown Number:

Hey, is this Tiffany’s friend?

You:

Yeah, who’s asking?

Unknown Number:

Hey, this is Jackson

We met a couple of times a while back

Tiffany’s ex, remember?

You:

Yeah I remember

Look, I’m sorry if Tiffany told u something weird

I know she had good intentions but…

Please just ignore her lol

Sorry if she made u feel uncomfortable 😅

Jackson:

Nah, I’m not uncomfortable at all 🙂

Actually, I was kind of looking forward to talking to u

You:

Really?

Why tho?

Jackson:

I dunno 😅

I know we only met a couple of times

But I remember u were pretty cool

Really cute too 😉

You blushed a bit and found yourself kind of nervous. It felt like it had been ages since you were single and you just kind of forgot how to interact with guys that were interested in you… but you were kind of excited that someone was into you. Even if you felt like an utter twat trying to think of a response.

You:

Really?

Ur not so bad urself 😅

Jackson:

Oh yeah?

I know me and Tiff used to date and all but…

I was kinda excited to hear that u were available

You didn’t know if you wanted to thank Tiffany or strangle her.

Jackson:

I was wondering…

U have any plans for tomorrow night?

Okay. Keep it cool. Don’t be weird.

You:

I have class until 6

But after that I’m free

Jackson:

Nice, u wanna go to Sideways with me?

I hear they’re giving people one free shot tomorrow

You weren’t a huge fan of the local bar, too many college students and not enough dancing, you were more into the nightclubs where you could just dance to your heart’s content while blending into the crowd. Plus, who takes a girl to a bar for a first date? But you weren’t about to tell him that, so you figured one night wouldn’t hurt.

You:

That sounds like fun

Count me in

Jackson:

Awesome! It’s a date, then! 😉

I’ll pick u up at 8?

You:

Sounds good!

See u tomorrow! 😊

Jackson:

Bet, see u then

You screamed internally and looked at Boots. “Holy shit, Boo-Boo… What the fuck am I doing?” She just stared at you blankly, deciding she was bored with you now as she stood to stretch dramatically before she hopped up on your bed to make herself comfortable there instead.

You tried not to spiral into anxiety but this would be the first date you had been on after your breakup. You had no clue how to act or dress or not seem like a meager airhead that spends her Saturdays watching anime and cuddling her cat in bed wearing nothing but her panties and an oversized graphic t-shirt.

…Yeah you desperately needed assistance. You just prayed that Tiffany would be available to help.

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“Not this… ew, no… oh GOD definitely not!” You just sat at your small vanity while Tiffany was raking through your closet to find you something to wear.

Classes were a lot less stressful that day than you had imagined and Tiffany was more than eager to help you get ready that night. You were thankful that you had a good amount of time to get ready because Tiffany was being super picky. Like, she looked like a fucking hound dog sniffing out anything that seemed even remotely designer.

“Do you have ANYTHING sexy in here?! I feel like I’m browsing through the clearance section at GAP!”

“Hey!” You knew she was kind of right, but she didn’t need to point it out so blatantly!

“What? It’s true!”

You huffed. Your ex never really took you out on fancy dates so you never really had the need for anything other than everyday clothes.

“Well excuse me for not dressing like fucking Kim Kardashian at the Met Gala!” She just crossed her arms and raised a brow in a ‘come at me, bitch’ kind of way. You sighed in defeat. “If I have anything remotely suitable, it’s probably buried in the back…”

You turned around to your mirror to continue with your hair and makeup, which was a whole other challenge in itself. You were already basically finished but you decided to be meticulous because, why not? Your new first date since high school should take at least a little effort, right?

“Well it’s not anything near perfect, but this will have to do.” You turned back to your friend laying out one of your black, tighter-fit dresses. “Where are your heels?”

You stood up and walked over to assess the dress. You hoped you could still fit in it, it had been forever since you wore it. “I can’t wear heels, remember? I would legitimately break an ankle if I stepped on anything that wasn’t even a tiny bit of flat ground. And even that is not guaranteed to keep me upright. Heels on me are just a hospital bill waiting to happen.”

She looked crestfallen. “Oh right, I forgot you’re clumsy as fuck. Those weak ankles will be the death of you, I swear” You giggled, knowing she was completely accurate in that statement. She hummed as she assessed your limited amount of shoes. “I suppose these strappy Mary Janes would look cute. Not necessarily the sexiest, but they will suffice.”

You had already stripped and were about to put the dress on when she stopped you. 

“You’re not going to wear that underwear, are you?” You looked down at your plain, black cotton bra and panties and shrugged. 

“Yeah, why not? Black works pretty well, no?”

She rolled her eyes. “You don’t have anything sexier?”

“Why? It’s not like I’m guaranteed to fuck him on the first date.” You stated as you grabbed the dress.

She grabbed it back from you with an incredulous face. “Are you serious?” She put the dress back down on the bed and grabbed you by the shoulders, donning her typical expression of looking down at you as if you were a child. “Honey. Now I know you haven’t dated in a while, but when a man takes you for a night out at a bar, he’s wanting to do the nasty, bump uglies, go home for ramen, Netflix and chill, beat that puss–”

“Alright! I get it! I get it!” You interrupted before she could plant any more images in your head. And really? For a first date? At this point, you really did feel out of the loop. You had only had sex with one guy, were you ready to go that far with a guy you barely knew?

“Well… I’m just gonna play it by ear… if he doesn’t like my underwear, he can go milk his monster by himself.” 

She sighed and stepped back, rubbing her temples. “Fine, but if that happens, don’t come whining to me and asking for more hookups.”

You didn’t even want this hookup in the first place! You had to internally hold yourself back from throwing a bitch fit and just forced yourself to calmly reply with– “Okay, Tiff. I won’t.”

She looked smug for some reason and you slid your way into the tight dress. “Ew! How is there already so much cat hair on it?!” She whined, trying to pat the hair off your ass.

“I have a cat, Tiff. Cats shed. You know this.” She looked annoyed and retrieved the lint roller from your nightstand.

When she finished rolling all the hair off you and you put on your shoes, she had you spin to assess you. She sighed. “Well, you’re no Audrey Hepburn, but at least you’re giving the right vibes.”

It was at that moment you both heard the front door open. Your parents were still on their anniversary trip so there was only one person it could be…

“Minho! We’re in here!” You quickly shushed your best friend, but the damage was already done. The door to your bedroom opened and Tiffany immediately walked over to grab him by the arm. “Ohmygod, perfect timing!” She was wrapped around his arm like a monkey and he looked slightly awkward until he looked at you. “Look at my masterpiece! I mean, probably not a masterpiece, per se. Especially with the limited resources I had to work with, but isn’t she great?!”

He was frozen next to her as he looked at you. “Y-yeah…” He seemed to snap out of it and he returned with his usual cockbox smirk. “What’s got you all dolled up, gorgeous?”

“None of your goddamned busine–”

“She’s got a hot date tonight! Like super hot.” Tiffany cut your scathing remark off.

Minho’s smile slightly faded and you rolled your eyes. “Okay, let’s not get carried away, Tiff. He’s a good-looking guy you decided to force upon me, that’s all.”

“Oh don’t give me that, bitch. I know you’ve already thought about fucking him ten ways to Sunday and back!” I mean with all the talk of fucking the man, how could you not imagine it?

You figured spit boxing was no use and, as if fate was on your side, Jackson texted you to tell you he was here. You huffed at the pair and grabbed your clutch purse. “Whatever, I have to leave anyway. Just lock up when you decide to leave…” You marched past the two and straight for the door before you felt a hand grab your wrist.

“Hey…” You raised a brow at Minho who had broken free from Tiffany’s iron grasp. “Be careful, okay? You have my number so call me if you need anything, yeah?”

You felt goosebumps and brushed off his hand. Was this Lee Minho being serious for once? What was the world coming to? “Yeah. Okay, whatever.”

And with that, you walked out the door, leaving Tiffany in your house alone with Minho. For some reason that just didn’t sit right with you. Why though?

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The date was going… not as well as you expected…

The car ride was nice, he made pleasant conversation and he was super flirty. But when you guys got to the bar, Jackson ran into some of his guy friends and ended up getting absolutely wasted. However, he did keep you close to his side the whole time. Maybe a bit… too close? 

He had his hand around your waist the entire time, keeping you pulled close to him, and he paraded you to his friends like you were a fucking strumpet and they quickly seemed to take a liking to you as well. He had then decided to take you out back because he and his friends wanted to smoke.

“You want one, gorgeous?” Jackson offered you a cigarette and you declined.

“No thanks, I don’t smoke.” You decided not to mention that you thought smoking was absolutely repulsive and gave you the urge to blow chunks. However, you remained vigilant in your composure.

“Oh c’mon, you don’t wanna try?” His buddy said across from you, absolutely sloshed.

“I’m good, thanks.” You couldn’t hide the disgust in your voice and there was a lull in their conversation.

One of the taller, beefier friends of Jackson spoke up. “That’s a real pretty girl you got there, Jax.” He tilted his head to address you. “You got any friends, darlin’?” 

Before you could answer, most likely to tell him to kindly fuck off, another man spoke up. “Or maybe Jackson wouldn’t mind sharing.” You immediately felt chills wrack your body. You didn’t know these men… you didn’t know what they were capable of…

They all laughed and you looked at them with disgust. You turned to Jackson and spoke quietly in his ear. “Can we talk?”

He looked at you with a lopsided grin and pulled you back inside, winking to his friends as he closed the door behind him. He led you to a quiet hallway next to what looked like the bar’s stockroom. You felt his hands move to your hips as he pressed you up against the wall. His hands roamed up and down your sides, making your skin crawl, as he looked down at you with hunger. “Kay, baby. Let’s talk.” 

Without any further indication, he started hungrily kissing you. You didn’t want to not reciprocate, but the man was all tongue and it kind of made you sick to your stomach, especially with the taste of cheap beer and smoke lacing his spit. You gently pushed his chest, but he refused to back away. You moved your head to the side to escape his mouth, but he just continued to kiss down your neck.

“Jackson! I really just wanted to talk!” You tried to reason while he continued.

“We are talking, baby…” He growled against your skin.

You had lost your patience when he started groping your ass. At this point, you found yourself pushing him, hard. “Get the fuck off me, Jackson! I want to go home!”

He froze in place, and when he stood back up straight to look down at you, he looked pissed. “What the fuck, bitch? You come out drinking with me, cling to me all night with this sexy little black dress, and then get pissed from a little kissing?!” He looked really pissed off and you wondered why in the world would your best friend hook you up with this guy. “You’re just a fucking cunt tease. Find your own ride home.” 

And with that, he stormed back into the throes of the bar. You were speechless.

‘Find your own ride’?! It was already past midnight! Public transit had already finished their routes for the night, your parents were out of town, and you couldn’t afford an Uber! There was only one other option and you really really didn’t want to have to resort to it.

You angrily stormed out of the bar and pulled out your cell phone. Here goes nothing…

The dial tone only rang once before you heard the receiver. “Hello?”

You took a deep breath to calm yourself before you responded. “It literally pains me to say it, but I need your help…”

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You stepped into the sleek, white KIA sedan and buckled up, refusing to look at the driver. You could feel his stare on you, but you really didn’t want to have to explain this whole embarrassing experience to him.

“I don’t even get a hello? So cold.” The teasing lilt in his voice made your blood boil, but he was doing you a favor, so you felt the need to indulge him.

You turned your head and donned a sickly sweet smile. “Hello, Minho.” Your smile instantly dropped when you looked straight forward again, waiting for him to get the fuck on with it.

“Oh, what lovely company you are! You should call me more often to come pick you up at 1 o’clock in the morning!” He said as he began to drive away from the front of the bar.

He had a point. This was actually a really big favor he was doing for you and you were being a raging bitch about it. You grumbled in frustration that you were forced to be grateful to this man. It was silent for a moment before you forced yourself to say something. “I’m sorry, Minho…”

You watched as he side-eyed you. “For?” He seemed to be genuinely at a loss for what you were talking about.

You felt the stress from the situation cause your inhibitions to falter. “I’m sorry for being an ass to you instead of thanking you for your help. I’m sorry that I was naive and thought that I would be able to go on dates like a normal person so soon after ending my three-year relationship. And I’m sorry to myself for being an idiot and letting that douchebag and his friends treat me like a whore and then let him kiss and touch me even though I didn’t want it!” Your voice became more and more upset the more you rambled on.

Minho full-on looked at you now. “He touched you?! Without your consent?!” He was visibly pissed and you couldn’t fathom why. “Who the fuck is this guy? Tell me his name. Does he go to our college? I swear, I’ll go full Bruce Lee on his ass.”

“Calm down, Nancy Drew. It’s over and done with. I’m never going to see that twat-waffle ever again…” His death grip on the steering wheel slowly relaxed, as well as the tension that was rising in the air.

It was silent for a moment and then you suddenly heard chuckling coming from the man beside you. “What?” You were about positive you were about to get miffed at him again.

“Did you really just say ‘twat-waffle’?” He asked while laughing.

You wanted to respond with something more defensive, but you couldn’t help but find his amusement contagious. “What? That’s what he is!” You involuntarily giggled through your words. “Seriously though, if that’s what guys are like nowadays, I might as well say goodbye to my sex life because there’s no way I’m dating that kind of trash! Not to mention that most men are incapable of making a girl climax anyway so that makes it even harder to find someone to date!” Shit… maybe you had one drink too many…

“Hey! Not all guys are like that!” He looked at you in mock offense. “In my book, if a guy can’t get a girl to cum, he doesn’t deserve to either.”

Your giggles turned into full-bellied laughter. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with my brother’s best friend! Don’t tell me you’re going to join Tiffany in gossiping about my ex too!”

His smile vanished. “Why? That asshole doesn’t deserve a single breath of air let alone a whole conversation about him. He deserves to be left forgotten and the world will be better off because of it.” Minho had lost all humor at the mention of him and he spoke to you dead-serious. “You deserve to be with guys better than him. Better sex than him too from what it sounds like.”

You scoffed. “Yeah well, unfortunately, he has the only dick I’ve ever known. I don’t even have anything to compare him to, the bastard.”

He finally pulled up in front of your house and cut the engine. “You could compare him to me. Someone who actually knows what he’s doing.”

You started cracking up, but your laughter slowly faded when you realized he wasn’t laughing along with you. Wait, was he serious? Surely not… Your face morphed into one of perplexity. “You’re joking, right?”

“Do I look like I’m laughing?” He raised an eyebrow and looked as if he was challenging you. “Personally, I think you need to explore your likes and dislikes with someone who’s willing to be your guinea pig. We already know each other well, meaning I like to believe you trust me more than a random hookup. So, the way I see it, it makes sense that I would be better fit to show you what it’s supposed to be like before you go chasing guys that would probably end up like that, quote-unquote, ‘twat-waffle’.” 

He said while using his hands to motion his quotations, immediately opening the driver-side door and stepping out of the car before you even had time to process his words.

You had short-circuted and you were frozen in your seat as if you were glued to it. Hundreds of images, ones that you never thought in a thousand years would have crossed your mind, began flitting through your brain. You quickly came to your senses and ran after him as he began unlocking the door to your house.

“If this is just one of your stupid tricks, it’s not a very funny one, Minho. It’s actually really fucking shitty to joke about.” You declared, furious and defensive as the two of you stepped inside. 

He huffed and turned around to face you in the entryway. He looked slightly annoyed. “Like I said, not a joke. If you don’t want to and you think I’m crazy for even offering, then you can go back to dating douchebags who fuck like jack-rabbits just to leave you unsatisfied and I can go back to enjoying the fun task of annoying the hell out of you. No harm done.” He smirked as he walked off with a shrug to head toward the kitchen.

What the actual fuck was he thinking? How did he even come to this conclusion? No, why did he even want to fuck you in the first place? “You’re right, I do think your crazy–” He turned back to you, now holding a fresh glass of water, with a complacent expression plastered on his face. “...but…” You took a second to look at him. Really look at him. 

It had always pissed you off that he looked like a fucking Greek god with absolutely zero effort. He was cocky and proud and knew just what to say to get what he wanted. He was one of those people that, when you complimented him, would just agree with you and praise himself. He might have been the least humble person you had ever known.

Still… He wasn’t precisely rude about it, he just had an insane level of self-confidence. You supposed he deserved to be proud. His face was naturally beautiful, but you knew he at least put in some effort. Before your brother left, he and Minho would hit the gym constantly. And, by looking at the chiseled-looking man in front of you, he never stopped. From his teen years to manhood, age definitely treated him nicely.

Okay, if you were being honest with yourself, you may or may not have pictured what might be under all that linen. He is a gorgeous man, after all. And as you stood there staring each other down, your eyes drifted to his lips. It had been so long since you had been touched…

You found yourself licking your lips and he reciprocated the action. 

Minho suddenly walked up to you until he was inches from your face, looking down at you with an intense expression. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You bit your lip as you searched his eyes, looking for any sign of this being a sick prank. There was none.

“But?” He questioned with a smirk and a raised brow, imploring you to continue your statement.

What is he doing to me? I must be going crazy… Shit shit shit…

“...but…” You sighed, dejected. “You have to promise not to tell anyone…” You couldn’t look him in the eyes as you said the words that seemed to escape on their own. You were even shocked with yourself for even entertaining the idea.

His face morphed into several different expressions simultaneously. Shock, hunger, eagerness, and anticipation colored his eyes, but he donned a collected appearance. “You’re not drunk, are you?” He asked tentatively.

You looked at him in the eyes again with a scowl. You might have a bit of a loosened tongue, but you knew for a fact that you were nowhere near drunk. “If I were drunk, I would have vomited on you for even asking.”

With your scathing remark, he returned to his normal irksome demeanor. He smirked and bent his knees a bit to be at eye level with you. “Is that so? Then maybe I should just go home? Since it is sooo beneath you to see what I can do… how good I can make you feel…” He whispered so close to your face that you could feel his breath against your lips.

He brushed past you and headed toward the front door. You cursed yourself for what you were about to do, but the discussion was already leaving you needy as hell. “Wait.” You said with irritation coloring your voice, refusing to turn around to face him. You heard his footsteps halt and you closed your eyes with a short, exasperated sigh. Still unable to face him, your voice was firm. “Prove to me what you can do and I might be willing to use you…”

You didn’t have to look at him to know he was wearing an infuriating, triumphant smile.

He said no words, but you heard quiet footsteps grow near. As you waited in anticipation, you felt a shiver run down your spine when he gently swept your hair back off the side of your neck. You felt his breath against your ear before you heard his words. “My pleasure, kitten…”

First, you felt a single chaste and moist kiss be placed at the base of your jaw and you let out a shaky breath that you hadn’t realized you had been holding. Your fists were clenched so hard you could feel your nails digging into your skin.

Next, you felt the feather-light touch of his hands start to creep from your sides, down to grasp your hips. His now firm grasp pulled your ass back to be flush against him and he continued his slow torture of gliding his moist lips up and down your neck, your hairs standing on end with the ghosting breath against your heated skin. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” You hadn’t realized that your breathing had become heavier, but you heard his whispered words against your neck loud and clear. You didn’t trust your voice, so you just responded with an aggressive nod.

You felt his teeth as he smiled against you and his thumbs started rubbing circles into your hipbones. You were feeling the dizzying effects of his touch and smell and your mind was racing with thoughts of what he was planning on doing to you. As he started kissing your neck with a bit more purpose, a sudden thought popped into your head. “N-no marks…”

He hummed against your skin and you felt his tongue dip into your clavicle. “Of course…” His mouth started kissing, licking, sucking, and nipping just fervently enough not to leave marks and your breathing picked up as his hands started to wander. When he was sure that you weren’t going anywhere, his hands started gliding up your stomach to just below your breasts.

He teased you, acting as if he were about to make a move to cup them, but his hands started gliding back down. You found yourself desperately wanting him to touch you as his hands smoothed down the fronts of your thighs until his fingertips reached the skin at the hem of your dress. Your heart was thumping when he groped your thighs and his thumbs circled around just the inside of your thighs over your dress.

His ministrations were painfully slow, from his continuous devouring of your neck to the teasing of his hands. He denied you further touch again as he moved his hands, still playing at the edge of your dress, around to lightly grope your ass.

You were about to snap and you couldn’t take the teasing anymore. You spun around in his arms, obviously taking him off guard, and you didn’t allow yourself to think as you wrapped your arms around his neck and stole his lips with your own. Holy shit… you were kissing Minho…

At first, he seemed to be shocked by your boldness, but soon he began to kiss you back with equal amounts of fervor. His lips were soft and plump and his tongue danced along with yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You arched your body into him and he wrapped his arms around you, hands still tracing patterns down your lower back.

When he pulled you closer to him by your ass, you moaned into his mouth. You knew your panties were drenched and you were almost embarrassed at how quickly he managed to get you basically dripping for him. How could such a pestilent man affect you so intensely?

However, when he pushed you up against the wall and pressed himself against you, you could feel he was equally as affected. You hadn’t realized you were shaking in his hold until you moved your trembling hands up to tangle in his blonde locks. “Shit, Minho…”

You whimpered into his mouth and he shushed you. “Shhh, let me take care of you, kitten.” He sealed his lips to yours again and you felt his hands grope your ass once more before gliding one of them down to the hem of your dress again. Only this time, when he moved to the inside of your thigh, he dipped his hand underneath your dress to tease the edge of your panties.

“Oh fuck…” He chuckled at your falsetto, whispered words and he returned to attacking your neck as his fingers moved over to rub circles over your thin underwear.

Your head was thrown back in ecstasy as he pleasured you in slow motion. You had no clue why being this frustrated from his teasing would turn you on so much. You tried to grind down on his hand, but he still only lightly pleasured you.

“M-Min… please. Oh god!” He pinched your clit over the material and chuckled when you jumped.

“Tsk tsk tsk, so impatient.” He sighed against your neck before standing straight and looking down at you. “You can’t rush perfection, kitten. I’m going to take my time ruining you…” He pressed his lips against yours and you pulled him back by his hair.

“Well then take your time in my bedroom and not out here in the fucking hallway. I don’t want Boots watching.”

The smile that grew on his face as he laughed at your statement made your head feel fuzzy. Then, before you knew it, you were in the air, quickly wrapping your arms and legs around the man as he carried you to the bedroom, your dress hitching up to your hips at the action. He shut the door behind him with his foot and he gingerly sat down on the bed with you still stradding him. “Do you want me to strip or do you want to do it for me?” He raised a brow (those damned sexy eyebrows) in question and licked his lips with a lopsided grin as he pulled you as close as humanly possible.

Gosh, this man was infuriatingly sexy. “Aren’t you supposed to show me what I want, mister expert?” You quipped as you rested your arms on his shoulders.

He flashed his teeth and leaned back slightly, stripping only his t-shirt off before returning his hands to rub up and down your bare thighs. Your ogling eyes were beyond obvious and he gently grabbed one of your hands. He moved your hand to glide from his bulging pecs down to his chiseled abs.

He released you and allowed you to keep mapping his skin out with your hands. You wanted to lick him all over and trace every vein and crevice on his body. You found the courage to latch your own lips to his neck now and he hummed contentedly. You found yourself involuntarily grinding against the bulge in his sweatpants and he groaned.

His hands that had returned to your ass moved up to the back of your neck and one of them found the zipper on the back of your dress. You were shivering with excitement as you felt your back being exposed slowly to the chilled air and his hands felt like they were on fire as they caressed your bare skin.

However, instead of stripping you completely, his hands moved back to your thighs to creep up under your dress again, halting your movements. Your anticipation had stopped your mouth against him and you began panting into the crook of his neck. 

When he reached your panty line, his fingers deftly dipped underneath your underwear this time and you moaned into his skin when his fingers dragged through your folds. “So wet already…” He whispered in your ear before grazing his teeth over the shell of it. He quickly flicked the pad of his thumb over your clit and you hugged him close with a gasp. “Can I taste you, sweet thing?”

You could almost cum from those words alone. Your ex refused to eat you out because he thought the idea of it was disgusting. This made you extremely self-conscious of having him, or anyone else for that matter, see you naked for too long. However, Minho had you wound up so tight that the coil in your stomach was bound to snap at any moment and you really wanted to take him up on his offer.

You pulled back and looked back into his eyes which were black with desire. “Y-you… you want to do that?” The disbelief in your voice was apparent and you moaned when he shallowly dipped his finger inside you.

“Fuck, more than anything…” He bit his lip and you held onto his shoulders as he pumped his finger in and out of you.

Sooner than you would have liked, he pulled his finger out and your breath shook when you saw him lick his finger clean.

“Shit…” He said with eyes closed in bliss. When he opened them again, they were filled with pure, carnal desire. In the blink of an eye, he had you on your back with your dress shucked off and thrown into the dark abyss that was your room.

It was dark, only the moon shining through your window illuminating the god-like man above you, so you weren’t too terribly self-conscious. But with the way Minho sat there on his knees between your legs, staring down at you, it had you squirming a bit. Shit, maybe I SHOULD have worn sexier lingerie.

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous…” His hands roamed over your thighs and drifted around to undo the latch of your bra. It quickly joined your dress and you cried out when his mouth was like a magnet to your nipples. I guess he doesn’t care about the underwear…

You couldn’t control your hips as you rutted up into him, desperate for stimulation as your nipples were being abused. You had to admit, the man did wonders with his mouth, and the thought of that tongue between your legs had you whimpering.

Without removing his mouth from your nipples, you felt his fingers loop under your underwear. He finally relented his attack to free you of your underwear and your whole body went stiff as he lowered his face between your legs.

He must have noticed because he immediately halted and looked up at you. “Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?” You were pleasantly surprised that he was so concerned about your comfort.

“No no, it’s okay! It’s just… he never… I’ve never had anyone…” You were too embarrassed to say it out loud, but he seemed to understand.

“Man, he’s more of a piece of shit than I thought…” You gasped when he kissed your inner thigh. “Just lay back and enjoy kitten. I’ll show you how it’s done.” And without further ado, he moved to hover over your entrance.

You shivered and your eyes closed in anticipation when you felt him blow his hot breath over your sensitive folds. And when you finally felt him… OH… MY… GOD…

You were incredibly grateful your parents weren’t currently home because the moan you belted out was absolutely filthy. Your hands instantly flew to his hair and he had to hold on to your legs to keep you from crushing him between your thighs.

It was everything you wanted and more and you were feeling delirious from it. He had started by sliding his tongue through your folds from base to your clit and then he closed his puckered lips around the sensitive bead and sucked while circling his tongue around it. You were almost sobbing it felt so good. When you felt him insert a finger and find your G-spot, you went insane.

“HOLYFUCKINGSHITRIGHTTHERERIGHTTHEREOHMYGODYES… Please don’t stop! Fuck please… Fuckyesyesyes! Don’t stop! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplea– AHH!” You unexpectedly came with furious power and you could feel yourself soaking his face violently.

In the moment, you felt like you were in heaven, but when he popped up from in between your legs with his stupid ass smirk and your release dripping from his chin, you were mortified. 

“Oh my god, Minho, shit I’m so sorry! Shit. Fuck! …That’s so fucking embarrassing…” You buried your face in your hands, so mortified you wanted to cry, and he immediately grabbed your wrists, pulling them away to show his befuddled expression.

“Embarrassing? I thought that was the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen anyone do!” He looked at you like you were crazy, but your face was still bright red. Apparently, he could even notice that in the moonlight because he then guided one of your hands to the crotch of his sweatpants to feel his erection. You gasped at the heat you could feel all the way through the thick material. He leaned down and growled in your ear. “Does this feel like I thought it was embarrassing?”

You pressed your palm against him and he groaned in your ear. You were desperate to feel him inside you and you were suddenly bold enough to slowly dip your hand into his pants to palm him over his boxers.

“Fuck… do you have condoms.” He said as his head dropped to your shoulder.

“Y-yeah… top drawer.” You said motioning to your nightstand. 

He hopped up and made quick work of removing his sweatpants and boxers. Holy shit. Either your exes dick was super small or Minho’s dick was super big because the difference was catastrophic. When he knelt between your legs again, condom in hand, he must have gauged your expression. “Everything okay?” You could hear the humor leaking through his restrained voice.

Your blood was indubitably boiling. It’s just not fucking fair to be so fucking perfect. Just more grounds for him to be cocky as hell. You cleared your throat and looked to the side. You had to say something because, honestly, you were genuinely uneasy about it. “It’s just…” You side-eyed his beautiful dick again. “...I haven’t… I don’t…” You sighed in frustration, not knowing how to say it.

He began patiently stroking it. “The suspense is killing me, kitten.” He smiled sarcastically and you stared daggers up at him.

You huffed and looked away again, eyes involuntarily snapping to his dick again for a half second. “Like… how do you know it will fit? I mean your’s is like way…” You peered up at his face which was trying desperately to not erupt in laughter. You sat up and shoved him. “I’m serious, asshole! That thing is terrifying!”

He had exploded and your push caused him to collapse on the bed in hysterics. He was holding his stomach in pain from how much he was laughing and you glared at him.

“Fine! If it’s such a joke to you, then whatever! Now, if you’ll excuse me–” You attempted to get off the bed, but in the blink of an eye, you were on your back again.

“Now now, let’s not throw a temper tantrum, little thing.” You shivered as he licked up the column of your neck. “Not only can I make it fit, I’ll make you beg for it.” He kissed your cheek before grinning down at you mischievously.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Prove it.” This one challenging statement had him instantly devouring your mouth as his hands eagerly roamed your body. You tasted a hint of yourself on his lips and you couldn’t explain why that turned you on so much. He had you heated up again in no time, and when you felt two of his fingers slowly enter you, you moaned with his lower lip between your teeth.

He started pumping his digits in and out of you with blinding speed and it was almost too much for you. Involuntary ‘ah, ah, ah’s fell out of your mouth when he moved his mouth to your nipples and your eyes clenched shut when you felt a third finger join the others. He slowed his pace so he wouldn’t hurt you, but when you felt him insert a fourth finger, he knew exactly what to do to distract you from any discomfort.

He dug up into your g-spot again while his thumb circled your clit and you were shouting out expletives again. You were whining and thrashing and he sat back on his knees just to watch you fall apart. You felt another orgasm wrack your entire being, but your body screamed more, more, more. “Minho, fuck! Minho! Minho!”

“What is it, kitten? What do you want?” He gave you an evil sneer as he moved in inches from your face. You glared at him before you basically punched him with your lips.

“Fuck me right this instant, goddamnit!” You shouted with your head thrown back when you released him, gasping for air.

He pulled back again and laughed. “As you wish, your highness…” Your whole body slumped into the bed when he removed his fingers and you were panting from the intensity of the situation.

“Wait–” You snatched the condom from him, leaving him with a dumbfounded expression. “I wanna do it…” You ripped open the package and threw the wrapper into the void, tentatively taking his unbelievable cock in your hand and looking up at his expression as you slowly stroked him.

He looked like he could cum any second from finally having some stimulation after holding back for so long. Before you knew it, you gave him a little kitten lick on the tip, collecting a load of precum, and watched as he visibly shivered. “Fuck, kitten…” He sounded almost like he was in pain. Watching his throat bob as he dry-swallowed gave you a longing you couldn’t explain.

You decided enough was enough and you rolled the condom down his length before laying back and spreading your legs.

He bit his lip and his black eyes were devouring you, but he stopped himself as he hovered above you. “Jokes aside, tell me if I’m hurting you at all, okay?”

You felt your heart thump violently and you sensed an uncomfortable swirling in your stomach. Why was he being so nice to you? You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Okay…” He smiled sweetly for once. “Now, for fuck’s sake, can you please just fuck me?” 

He cackled at your impatient remark and you gasped when you felt the heat of his tip poke at your entrance and he dragged it up and down your folds. You dug your fingers into his shoulders as he hovered over you, watching you to assess your expressions, and he slowly sank into you. You furrowed your eyebrows in slight discomfort, but the delicious feeling of his hot tumescence dragging against your walls had you seeing stars.

You whimpered as he slowly entered and you were glad to see that he wasn’t completely unaffected. His brows were furrowed as well and when he went as far as your pussy would allow, he dropped his forehead to your shoulder, keeping himself still as he breathed heavily. “Shit…” He mumbled.

“Yeah… shit…” You agreed as your fingers tangled themselves in his sandy hair. How did you get in such a situation to have Lee Minho buried deep into your sopping cunt? You both lay there trying to control your breathing while he remained motionless inside you. After the discomfort lessened and your desire grew, you started to squirm. “Minho… move…”

He began slowly grinding into you for what seemed like ages. And when you desperately rutted up into him, he wasted no time in receiving the hidden message. Immediately, he slowly pulled back and you felt him start to languidly place wet kisses across your collarbone. You cried out in ecstasy when you felt him expertly rock back into you.

His pace slowly started to increase and his kisses became more hungry as time passed. You pulled him up by his hair and made him lock lips with you, hoping that would stifle your moans.

It didn’t.

You were whimpering into the kiss and his hips moved in a way that hit all the right places. He released your lips so he could grab one of your legs and hold it in the crook of his elbow. He then proceeded to snap his hips into you as if his life depended on it.

“FUCK! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” You cried out.

“Tell me how good it feels, kitten.” He said between breaths, eyes searching your own.

“Shit sofuckinggood– ah! Fuck! So good Minho!” You were just about sobbing now and you couldn’t find it in yourself to give two fucks about the undoubtedly cocksure smile that painted his face.

“Damn kitten, you’re so fucking tight. That asshole has no fucking clue what he lost. Fuck!” He sped up his thrusts and you were clawing at his chest, unable to handle the raw pleasure he was bringing you.

This was the most incredible feeling you had ever had and your reactions were like you weren’t even yourself anymore. One particular thrust had you screaming. “MINHOFUCKSHIT! DontstoppleaseMinhodontstop!!!”

“Fuck, I would never…” He huffed and he seemed close as well with the way his rhythm stuttered and his thrusts became more powerful.

You came while screaming his name and he came while burying his face in the crook of your neck with an animalistic growl. He rode both of you through your orgasms and then gingerly pulled out so he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Wait here.” Was all he said before he stood, tied the condom, and walked across the hall to the bathroom. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. He returned with a washcloth and began cleaning you. Okay, he has definitely proved himself.

When he finished, he collapsed next to you on the bed with heavy lids, turning his head to look at you. You returned his gaze and sighed. “I guess I have a new guinea pig…”

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Your economics class had just ended and you and Tiffany decided to grab some coffee and hang out in the campus courtyard before she went to her next course. Thankfully, you were free for the rest of the afternoon and you were desperate to get home and take a hot bath, maybe watch some porn, and take a well-deserved nap. “Honestly, I’m pretty sure something was really wrong with him. Like, he could not hold a conversation for shit.”

You laughed at your friend’s ramblings about her latest breakup. “Wait, so this one was Jay, right? The one you went out with after my place last week?” 

“Yyyep, that’s the one. Like I said before, the sex was amazing, but I need to date someone with an actual functioning brain.” She huffed and slurped down some of her drink that looked like a cupcake version of a coffee. “Like, how hard is it to find someone who’s able to fuck me like a whore but talk to me like an adult?! Those men are, like, nowhere to be found!” An image of Minho slamming his cock into you flitted through your mind, but you quickly snapped out of it.

You just continued to laugh because you knew Tiffany dropped guys left and right all the time for the smallest things. “There’s no such thing as a perfect man, Tiff. Might as well accept the truth.”

She grumbled and began to tie her hair up. You took a sip of your iced americano and arched your brow when your friend’s eyes lit up and she instantly took her hair back down and combed her fingers through it. She waved her hand in the air to someone behind you. “Minho! Over here!”

Oh no…

You whipped your head around and, sure enough, the man was walking toward you two with that same annoying-ass grin. After that night almost a week ago, you sent Minho home with an awkward (and slightly sexually charged) goodbye when you decided to take a shower. Since then, the only communication you had with him was a simple exchange of texts the following day:

Minho😈:

How r u feeling today?

Sore? 😏

Kitten😼:

Why? 

R u wanting me to leave u a Yelp review?

*Lee Minho: too cocky for his own good*

Minho😈:

Oh? So that WASN’T the best sex of ur life?

Could have fooled me 

I counted and… 🤔

Do u want to know how many times u screamed my name?

Kitten😼:

Ur fucking crazy

I have to go get ready

Later, psychopath 🖕

Minho😈:

Can’t wait 😉

…That had been the last form of communication you had had with the man and you definitely felt like you needed to have a serious conversation with him. But you were NOT prepared to see him NOW!

You quickly spun back around and scrambled to pick up your phone to make it seem like you were doing something else other than having an internal panic attack. “It’s about time I caught you on campus! I was starting to think you were avoiding me!” You couldn’t help but glance at your friend when she flirtatiously held his forearm when he reached the concrete ledge of the garden the two of you were sitting on in the courtyard.

“No, not at all. I’m actually glad I ran into you guys.” You refused to look up at him although you could feel his eyes burning holes into you.

“Oh is that so? Well then join us!” She tugged on his arms and you closed your eyes, praying that he wouldn’t accept.

“Sure, I’ve got some time.” Your eyes immediately snapped open and you watched as Tiffany pulled him down to sit on the other side of her. You scowled up at him when he leaned forward so he could talk to you around her. “Hey there, kitten. You seemed to be super interested in your home screen there.”

Tiffany giggled and you looked down to see that you hadn’t even unlocked your phone in your attempt to look busy. You could feel the blood rush to your ears but you just shoved your phone in your bag and fixed your vision on the bustling students roaming the courtyard. “So what if I am?” You tried to deflect the conversation. “Why are you here anyway? Where is your normal posse of goons? The ones I actually like?” And by goons, you mean the infamous Chris, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, and Felix. There were Seungmin and Jeongin as well, but they decided to pursue the same path as your brother, but you still missed them…

“Oh, they’re nearby. I told them to meet me out here when they were finished getting their coffee.” Of course they would happen to be here at the exact same time as you. 

“Then why aren’t you with them? Did you get lost?” You said as you finally turned to look at him with a sarcastic leer.

Fuck him for looking so incredibly gorgeous for no goddamned reason.

“Nah. I saw you guys out here and I thought it would be fun to come annoy you.” He winked and your face twisted into a disbelieving scoff.

“Okaaaay, I think I’m going to head to class early, babe. I see you two bicker too much anyway.” Tiffany stood up and said to you with a giggle, clearly trying to escape the awkward tension. “Oh! And Minho…” She opened her backpack and ripped a scrap of paper off of her notebook, scribbling something on it and handing it to him. “We never really exchanged numbers even after knowing each other for so long! So I thought I’d finally give you mine.” She bit her glossed lips with a flirtatious smile that annoyed you for some unknown reason. “Call me any time.”

And with that, she strutted off to class. The man looked surprised but slipped the paper into his jeans pocket nonetheless. He smirked at you and you realized you had a disgusted look on your face. “Are you seriously wanting to bag my best friend now? You’re disgusting.” 

Your gut churned as you looked away and you froze when you heard him scoot closer to you. “Why? You jealous, kitten?” You could hear the smile in his voice and you scoffed, head turning in the opposite direction from him before turning back.

When you looked at him, he was a lot closer than expected and your breath hitched for a moment before you regained your composure. “And what, exactly, would I have to be jealous of?” You tried to sound firm, but you could feel a hitch in your breath in between words.

You could have imagined it, but you watched as his smile faltered just slightly before returning to its teasing appearance. “I dunno, you tell me. Afraid of someone playing with your pet?”

You had to turn away because looking at him was just too intense. You scowled at the concrete, an uncomfortable retching feeling building in your stomach from the topic. “You can fuck whoever you want, Minho. It’s not like I actually own you…” You puffed out a half chuckle at the idea. You looked at him again and his smile, although still stretched across his face, was lacking in vibrance and color. “I’m just your friend’s naive little sibling that happens to have a pussy. You said it yourself, you offered yourself up to just be a guinea pig because I’m inexperienced. Nothing more.”

Why did it make you slightly queasy to say that? It was the truth.

Now his smile had vanished entirely. “Hey now, that’s not true and you kno–”

“Baby girl!!!” Minho was interrupted by a man running at you full sprint behind Minho and a smile automatically stretched across your face. You immediately stood up and opened your arms as he crashed into you with a crushing hug, picking you up and spinning you around with glee as the two of you giggled.

“Oh my god, Jisungie! It’s been so fucking long since I’ve seen you!” You giggled in his arms. “I know my brother isn’t home these days, but, sheesh man, you know you can still call or text, right?”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, girly.” He made a pouty face as he set you back on your feet and held you by your shoulders. “But I figured Min had been keeping you up to date.” He stated as said man stood up next to you with a grumble.

Jisung was a part of your brother’s group of friends even though he was your own age. However, Minho and Jisung hit it off the most and they undoubtedly had the closest bond within the friend group. This being said, the two ended up being roommates once Jisung graduated high school, and, unless Minho was loitering at your house, the two were attached at the hip.

Unlike Minho, you and Jisung always got along swimmingly. Actually, you loved everyone in your brother’s group except for Minho, which is why it was kind of a comical irony that you and Minho had ended up in your current situation. They all also knew your particular distaste for Minho…

As if reading your mind, the rest of the group soon followed Jisung as you could see them walking towards the three of you. Felix’s arrival was much like Jisung’s as he wrapped you in a huge hug and kissed you on the cheek.

“Where the hell have you been, princess??” Changbin said as he came and ruffled your hair with the annoying title most of them had taken to calling you.

“Buried in my studies, that’s where. As soon as I started here, I instantly regretted cramming most of my credits into freshman year.” You chuckled.

All three of the boys that were also in their freshman year, Jisung, Felix, and Hyunjin, groaned in agreement. “Tell me about it! I even signed up for the bare minimum and I feel like my life is crumbling. I don’t know how you do it!” Hyunjin whined.

“But it’ll be worth it. I did the same in my freshman year and, now that I’m in my senior year, I don’t feel like I’m killing myself just to graduate with my bachelor's.” Chris said from where he had his arm flung over Minho’s shoulder as the younger man wore an artificial disgusted guise from the action.

“You really do need to take it easy sometimes though, love. You’ll burn yourself out.” Felix said with a concerned smile as he played with your hair. Jisung had wrapped his arms around your waist from the other side of you and rested his head on your shoulder and you giggled at the two boys’ affection.

“I know, I know. I just want to make sure I can make it into Veterinary school after graduation.”

“Which reminds me. WE were having a discussion so will you guys–” 

“You two?! Talking?! Without tearing each other apart?!” Hyunjin dramatically interrupted Minho as the group looked back and forth between you and him with befuddlement in their eyes.

“Yes.” Minho said through clenched teeth with a scowl at the man who instantly recoiled. The feisty older blonde quickly pried Jisung off of you and eyed the younger’s amused expression. “Now kindly fuck off, all of you vultures.” Minho continued as he grabbed your backpack from the ledge and wrapped his warm fingers around your wrist and briskly dragged you away.

“Bye, princess! I’ll text you and we can all meet up sometime!” Chris bellowed at your retreating form.

“Sounds good!” You waved at the five smiling men with your free hand and they all waved back.

Minho led you out of the courtyard and through a couple of buildings, finally leading you to a semi-demolished parking garage that was notorious for being unoccupied. When the two of you walked in, you saw his car parked in probably the only spot that wasn’t in ruins.

“Have you gone completely brain-dead? Why are you parked in this dilapidated lot? You know they have much closer parking with way less risk of being squashed by rubble?”

He just shrugged as he opened the passenger door for you to get in and simply replied. “Free parking. And I don’t mind walking.”

When he finally hopped in the driver’s seat and started driving you eyed him. “Where the fuck do you think you’re taking me?”

“You don’t have class, right? I thought I’d take you to mine. Make you some dinner as thanks.”

To his? As in his apartment?! “Thanks for what? For letting you fuck me? I’m pretty sure there was a mutual benefit there, Min.”

He puffed out a half-chuckle. “No, you pervert. It’s a thanks for trusting and listening to me the other night by giving me a call to pick you up when you needed me.”

For some reason, you felt your cheeks heat up and you scoffed. “Trust might be an overstatement, but that was just because I didn’t have any other choice.” He shot you a crooked grin at your snide comment.

“Well then, I suppose this is me thanking you for using me for yet another reason.” He winked at you and you turned your head to look out your window with a scowl and crossed arms when you felt your face turn bright red.

When you entered his apartment, it wasn’t quite what you imagined. For some reason, you expected to see posters of half-naked women on the walls and trash everywhere. But, as far as you could see, the place was actually clean and decorated very nicely with spotless surfaces and the only thing that you could see that you had expected were the various game consoles by the TV. The typical fuckboy energy was noticeably absent. 

There were two separate rooms on the left side of the large living room and a sizable bathroom close to the entryway. The kitchen was on the far wall with some pretty flowing curtains hanging from the windows surrounding it. The living area was directly left of the entryway in front of the kitchen with a large sectional couch and a cozy armchair.

His place was… really nice.

As he shut the door behind him and took off his shoes next to your own, he assessed your face as you looked around. “What do you think?” He almost sounded… hopeful?

You contemplated your response. “It’s… a lot more mature than I had expected…” You couldn’t look at his face as you verbalized the semi-compliment, instead running your fingers over the soft leather of the couch and taking in the concentrated scent of pure Minho.

Why was that so appealing to you?

He chuckled behind you and you whipped around when you heard he was much closer than you had anticipated. “Well… thanks? I guess?” You cursed yourself when your eyes flitted down to his plump lips. And, judging by the shit-eating smile on his face, he knew.

However, instead of acting on it, he just walked around you into his open-floor-planned kitchen. “What do you want to eat, kitten? Canned tuna? Maybe with some warm milk?” He teased.

“Har, har. You’re a comedic genius, asshole.” He just cackled at his own lame excuse for a joke. “I dunno, what do you have?”

He pressed his palms on the countertop of the island and leaned forward, your eyes lingering a bit too long on the prominent veins of his forearms. “I was thinking kimchi fried rice, does that sound good?”

You basically moaned. “Oh god, my favorite.”

He flashed you a crooked smile. “I know.” And with that he simply turned around and got to work, leaving you caught off guard and a tiny bit flustered.

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“That was probably the best kimchi fried rice I’ve had in my entire life.” You groaned from where you sat at the island counter, holding your stomach from how much you ate. “I feel like I’m about to explode, though.”

He briefly lifted a brow at you over his shoulder from the kitchen sink where he quickly washed the dishes. “Was that a compliment I just heard?”

You flipped him off and he guffawed. “Don’t flatter yourself, it was merely an observation.”

He wiped his hands off and moved to stand on the other side of the island from you. “Do you want some wine?”

You glanced at your phone for the time and saw it was already almost six. You thought for a moment and assessed the cute, pleading pout he donned. You rolled your eyes. “Fine, it’d better not be shitty box wine though.” You eyed him speculatively.

He looked disgusted. “Gross. I’m not a Neanderthal, kitten.” He pulled out two wine glasses and sat them on the counter. “Red or white?”

You just stood and walked over to the living room to judge the comfort of his couch. “Don’t care, surprise me.”

As you plopped down, you could instantly feel yourself being absorbed by the plush cushions and you groaned. You closed your eyes for one moment and listened to the pouring of the wine and the clinking of the glasses before he stood in front of you, setting the bottle on the coffee table and handing you a rich red wine. You claimed the glass, swirled it a bit, and sniffed before taking a sip.

The bitterness was perfectly complemented by the sweet and fruity undertone, an obvious decadent fermentation. This surely had to be an expensive red. “Holy shit, Min. What is this, Merlot? Pinot Noir?” You tried to look at the bottle from where the couch was swallowing you, but the label was facing away from you.

“Cabernet actually. You like it?” He inquired as he sipped his own serving.

“It’s probably the best red I’ve ever had.” You savored another large swig.

He narrowed his eyes with a mischievous smile. “The best food and the best booze? I’d say I’m a pretty good host.”

There he goes with the self-appreciation again. You rolled your eyes and continued to drink enthusiastically. “I would hardly consider this booze, Meanhoe. But don’t worry, you still have time to screw it up somehow.” A sudden thought crossed your mind. “By the way, where’s Ji? He should’ve been here by now.”

He just chuckled and refilled your empty glass, which you accepted eagerly. “I told him to stay at Chan and Changbin’s place tonight.”

You arched a brow at him. “You told him to? And why is that?” You were inexplicably anxious as you guzzled your drink a bit. Shit, you were going to develop an alcohol dependency from being around this man.

A grin slowly grew on his face once he took a sip and sat his glass down. “I told him that I was having a pretty girl over tonight.” He was slightly leaning toward you, now biting his lip to tame his smile.

You were drinking more out of bashfulness now. You knew your face was flushed, but you tried to maintain your composure all the same. “How presumptuous of you. Is that the only reason you invited me over? Am I just here so you can bag me and send me on my way?” Your stomach churned painfully at the thought. It’s your fault anyway by agreeing to this mess.

His face fell and his eyes widened in panic. “What? N-no, I–”

“Because if that’s the case, I think I should just leave now.” You chugged the rest of your glass and set it down on the coffee table. 

He gently kept you seated by placing a hand on your bicep. You could feel his heat searing through your shirt. “Kitten, no! Listen! I’m sorry I said that. I really just wanted to make you dinner.” You eyed him hesitantly. “We haven’t talked much since that night and I mostly just wanted to get the chance to talk to you alone…”

In your rush to get up, you hadn’t realized how close the two of your bodies had become. You were lost in his pleading eyes as you mumbled. “Then talk…” You tried to sound begrudged, but your voice came off more wistful than you had intended.

His thumb stroked your bicep from where he continued to hold onto it and he sighed. “I know that the other night just kind of happened out of nowhere.” You bit your lip and blushed, memories of the night flooding your vision and making his grip on you seem more intense than it actually was. He sighed and released your arm, allowing your vision to clear a bit. “I wanted to apologize for what happened… I know you’ve always hated me and I didn’t mean to take advanta–”

“What? I don’t hate you.” You blinked at him, bewildered. Yeah, you were always annoyed by him and were irritated by his constant overwhelming presence and teasing. But you wouldn’t say you hated the man.

He looked at you perplexed. “But I thought–”

You cut him off again by placing a delicate hand on his thigh and raising a brow. “Minho, just because I have a general distaste for your antics doesn’t mean I hate you.” He gazed into your weary eyes for a moment and then looked down at where your hand was resting on his bare thigh where his shorts had risen from sitting down.

You were suddenly all too aware of how you had involuntarily leaned toward him, and you pulled your hand back as if you had just placed it on hot coals. You cleared your throat and sat straight again. “So… you don’t hate me?” His wry grin made your blood boil. Damn girl! When did you become so thirsty?

You scoffed and tried desperately to look anywhere but at him. “Don’t get a big head Minho, you still are the most infuriating person I have ever met.” You pushed his shoulder and he cackled. Your lame attempt to hold back a smile was futile as you leaned back and let the couch envelop you once more. You lifted your chin to indicate the wine bottle on the table. “Do you have any more?”

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You had tears in your eyes as you cackled hysterically when Minho was telling you of the time he and Jisung had been forced to make out at one of their parties during a truth or dare game. He explained that the rest of the group was even more bashful than they were when it was all said and done.

“When we dared your brother and Felix to do the same, even though Felix didn’t mind, your brother had to drink the nastiest assortment of cocktails just to get out of doing it. We teased him for months and Felix, to this day, threatens him with smooches.”

You had fallen over on his shoulder and clutched your stomach as it ached from the laughter. He couldn’t control his own chuckle as he sat down his half-empty wine glass next to yours and the two bone-dry wine bottles on the table. Needless to say, you were pretty tipsy.

“What do you mean by make out though? Are we talking just swapping a bit of spit? Or were you full-on licking each other’s tonsils?” You felt a lightbulb blink on in your head and you shot to sit up. “Ooh ooh! Show me how you kissed him!” You puckered your lips and leaned toward him, still unable to contain your giggles. He looked startled momentarily and he leaned back to look between your eyes and awaiting lips before you saw the makings of a smile grow on him.

“Oh, it would be my pleasure, kitten.” You watched the signature evil smirk on his lips and your breath hitched when his palm cupped your rosy cheek. Like a tiger, he pounced on you, making you lightheaded as he immediately intruded your mouth with his tongue.

He was relentless and you were struggling to keep up with his expert tongue as it roamed your mouth and he bit at your lips. His free hand wrapped itself around your waist and held you close as his lips pressed against you aggressively.

When he finally pulled back his hands and released your lips, you found yourself subconsciously reaching for him again. He looked almost as caught off guard with the kiss as you were. Your eyes were glazed over in a wild drunkenness on Minho that affected you way more than the wine had. His face abruptly turned serious when your hands wrapped around his shoulders and tangled in his hair to prevent him from retreating.

He searched your eyes and you found yourself feeling hot all over when he wiped away a stray tear that had escaped from your laughter just moments before the tension rose in the air. Before you knew it, you were surging forward and capturing his lips with yours once again.

He hummed in a surprised tone and returned his hands to your waist as you devoured him. Before long, you swung a leg over to straddle him and pulled yourself flush to him when the ache between your thighs became too strong.

He smiled against your lips but pushed you back by your shoulders. You glowered at him with a huff as he chuckled at your cute pout. “Kitten, I told you this isn’t why I brought you here. Not to mention the fact that we’ve been drinking.”

Your arms that were still wrapped around him still tried to pull him infinitesimally closer and you basically growled like a cock-hungry animal in heat when he resisted. “I get that you’re trying to be polite, Minho, but I legitimately want the opposite of that right now.” His push wavered and you got close enough to whisper against his lips. “I want you to be disrespectful, Minho. I want you to be absolutely filthy.”

You briefly passed your tongue over his pouty upper lip and you could tell that his resolve was close to ruin. His closed eyes and the low rumble in his throat proved as much.

When he still refused to falter, you glared at him with a fire that could burn through his soul. Time to bring down the hammer. “Please, Minho. You aren’t likely to have me so shamelessly groveling for dick again.” You challenged and his eyes opened with a new darkness to them.

You slightly heard him curse under his breath and you were abruptly flipped over onto your back with the man between your legs, your hair splayed out against the velvety soft leather of the couch. “You’re going to wish you hadn’t requested me to be so rude to you, kitten.” He growled as he lewdly surveyed your body with his hands.

“Try me.” You dared him once again, already breathless.

He licked his lips and bit at his lower one as his eyes skimmed the bare skin from your ankles to your shorts. His hands roved over your legs slowly and the ache became even more prominent. You huffed in frustration.

“Minho! Get on with it!”

He looked down at you with an expression you had never seen before and you shivered when he grabbed your arms with blinding force and pinned them above your head. He whispered against your lips with malice. “You want me to be disrespectful?” You pondered, but could only dumbly nod your head as a certain vibration racked your body, the sensation making you an airhead fuckdummy. “Then shut the fuck up, kitten. Or you won’t get anything tonight.”

You were speechless. You had no clue how frightening Minho was when he wanted to be and you knew that you had probably drenched your panties all the way to your shorts with how aroused you were getting. His grip on your wrists had you arching up into him and his bulge against your crotch had you panting.

He sneered and abruptly smoothed his tongue up the column of your neck all the way until he sucked your ear lobe into his mouth and nibbled on it. You whimpered and spread your legs further to urge him to press closer.

To your dismay, he pulled his pelvis away from yours as if he knew exactly how much it would drive you mad. You groaned in frustration and glared up at the man smirking triumphantly above you when he wouldn’t release his grip on your wrists. “Fucking Lee Minho! You’d better do something soon or I’m just going to go home and take care of it myself!”

He moved a hand but refused to release yours as he held both of your wrists with the strength of the one that continued to pin your arms. “Is that so?” With his freed hand, he slowly traveled the back of his index finger in a feather-light touch down the center of your forehead. “Because I don’t think…” His finger slowly cascaded down the arch of your nose and over the crest of your lips to continue its way down your neck, cleavage, and abdomen. “...that you can touch yourself the way I can…” Well, shit.

His eyes that had been following the trajectory of his finger suddenly snapped back up to your face as he traveled his way down to the crotch of your shorts, sneaking up inside them from the leg hole and breaching your panties to just barely graze your throbbing entrance. Your brows furrowed and your voicebox had a mind of its own when it ripped out a desperate whine and a small “please”.

His eyes were dripping with lust and you watched as his tongue swiped over his delicious plump lips. “Fuck, that word sounds so pretty coming from your mouth… Say it again for me, beautiful?”

The fog of red mist that blurred your vision and rationality slightly died down enough for you to remember to act annoyed with him. You just glared up at his dark irises in defiance.

He smiled wickedly, knowing precisely what you were playing at. “Wanting to be a brat, are we?” His fingers, which were still playing with the edge of the crotch of your panties, retreated from your shorts entirely and you could have sworn you felt a frustrated scream rise in your throat.

“Wait!” You whined and his hand paused on your inner thigh. You closed your eyes and resigned yourself to becoming a vulnerable bitch-baby tonight, too heated for any alternative. When you opened your eyes, you made sure they looked like hot embers that would burn through his self-restraint and, if the defenseless expression on his face had anything to say about it, you had succeeded. And to hopefully drive your efforts home, you sensually whispered. “Minho… Please.”

The last word came out in a broken whine and you inwardly congratulated yourself when you heard his breath hitch just the tiniest bit.

You weren’t quite sure of the chain of events, but in the blink of an eye, you were thrown over his shoulder and carded away to somewhere else in the apartment. He moved so fast that before you could say anything, you were being thrown down onto a plush mattress and had hands fumbling with the button of your shorts.

When you lifted your hips so he could yank off all obstacles between him and your bare body, you sat up to quickly undo his own jeans. It felt like you couldn’t get them off fast enough, hands shaking with anticipation. When both of you were finally stripped bare, he had you pinned down again with one of his hands and his other hand was already exploring your wet folds.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He groaned against your lips and you could only whimper in response as he slid two fingers inside you and immediately curled them to find your sweet spot again. “You want me to be disrespectful?” He questioned with a smile that pressed up against your panting mouth. When you nodded, he released your hands and crawled in between your legs. “Then I’m not stopping until you beg for my cock.”

The fingers inside you immediately got to work and he sucked on your clit with a force that blinded you. “HOLY FFF–” You couldn’t even finish the word as it got stuck in your throat from the overwhelming velocity he was working with to bring you to your first orgasm. Your hand involuntarily slapping and gripping the sheets with force.

Your jaw was slack and your whole body tense with all of the sensations you felt all at once. Your fingers slowly tangled in his soft blonde hair and you couldn’t even breathe when you reached your starry peak. When your orgasm settled and you finally exhaled with a loud, drawn-out grunt, you realized he wasn’t stopping nor slowing down. If anything, he seemed to be working even harder, flicking your pearl with his tongue even firmer, and thrusting his fingers even faster.

Now, instead of being unable to breathe, you were almost hyperventilating with the oversensitivity of it all. You could definitely finish your words now as you clutched the sheets with white knuckles. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck Minho! Minho! OhgodMinho!” His name was a mantra on your tongue and you could almost see the smirk in his dark eyes as he looked up at you.

You were in too much bliss to care at the moment and after your next orgasm crashed over you, you came down from it with a sob. When he still refused to relent, you were in a purgatory of whether it felt like the greatest pleasure you had ever felt or the most painful oversensitivity you could think of.

However, after those first and second orgasms, the next ones seemed to have a snowball effect. The next one happened even sooner after the other and the next one was even faster than the last. This continued until your whole body was in a constant state of tremors. You could barely even recognize your own voice through your sobs as you begged. “P-p-please M-Min–” You exclaimed before a gasp of much-needed air. “Please! I-I need y-you!!”

He smiled up at you and relented, crawling back up to hover over you as he pressed the fingers that were covered in your juices to your awaiting lips. You sucked them in immediately, eyes hooded as you watched his lustful gaze. You suddenly felt him pulling your jaw down with those fingers to open your mouth for him and, once you had opened all the way with his fingers on your tongue, He stuck his own tongue as far into your mouth as he could possibly reach and he licked up the roof of your mouth.

The feeling of the wet muscle against your gums made you want to plead for him to do more god-awful things to you.

You whimpered as your free hand floated between the two of you to grasp his leaking cock. His mouth froze on yours and you felt the vibrations from his moan reviberate into your own mouth. As he released your jaw and moved away from your mouth, you began giving him lazy pumps to coax him to do more. “I need you, Minho. Please…” He froze in place, as if trying to regain his composure, but he failed miserably.

He seemed to be just as desperate as you because he was off you and pulling out a condom from his bedside drawer in a flash of dewy beauty. Your eyes hazily roved over his body as he tore open the condom. You couldn’t deny it, he was most undoubtedly the most beautiful creature you had ever laid eyes on and it pissed you off to admit it.

When he had finally rolled the rubber over his length, you were startled when he roughly flipped you over on your stomach and lifted your hips in the air, slowly sinking into you as the stretch caused both of you to moan in tandem. He had one of his hands digging his fingers into your waist and the other tangling into the hair at your nape, both of them using you as leverage to begin forcefully thrusting inside you with a vengeance.

Your face, which was firmly pressed into the silky smooth sheets, was scrunched up in pleasure and oversensitivity that was arguably even more delectable than before. You had no clue why it felt so good to be manhandled, but you soon realized that this was yet another one of the unknown pleasures that Minho had introduced you to. You were bound and determined to discover even more with him.

You felt like you were melting into the earth as he pounded into you and you felt yet another overpowering pressure threaten to explode in your core. Every thrust pushed out a tiny yelp from your lips and you felt Minho move both of his hands to your breasts and bend down next to your ear. “You have one more for me, kitten. I know you do.” With that, he tweaked your nipples and you cried out loud enough you were sure you shook the foundations of the building. “That’s it, good girl. Cum for me.”

You were shaking profusely through your orgasm and he pumped into you with blinding force until he, too, came unraveled from the pleasure he found in you.

The air was mingled with your combined panting and the steam rising from yours and his skin. When you felt him pull out of you, it was all you could do to not pass out then and there. Your head was in a haze and you just laid there, limbs limp, for an unspecified amount of time. You could vaguely hear some shuffling from somewhere inside his apartment. Some running water, a door opening, and closing, then your field of vision was obstructed by the man standing in front of you in just a pair of boxer shorts.

Holy shit, he’s so goddamned gorgeous.

He set down a glass of water on the nightstand and started wiping your spunk and sweat off of you with a damp cloth. “M-Min, I can–”

“Shhh.” He quieted you, but you were adamant. He had made it painfully clear that none of this was serious, so there was no point in staying longer.

You reluctantly lifted yourself off of the bed and slunk away from his unidentifiable expression as he stood watching you, towel in hand. “I’m going to have to leave anyway so I’ll just save you the trouble. I’ll shower at home.” You really didn’t want to have to make the trip back to your place, but when you looked at the time, it was already almost time for the last nearby transit to stop for the night. “Oh shit, I have to go, I’ll miss the bus!” 

You rushed to collect your clothes scattered about the room and you watched out of the corner of your eye as the man aggressively threw the towel in his laundry bin. “If you are gonna leave, at least let me take you home.”

You grimaced at the sharpness of his voice. “What’s the big deal?” To the naked eye, he seemed blasé, but you could tell he was secretly aggravated by the way he pursed his lips and crossed his arms.

He swiftly ran his hand through his hair, still mussed from your eager fingers earlier. It seemed as if he was deep in thought, looking at nothing off to the side until he neutralized his face, looking back at you. “Nothing at all.” He shrugged, feigning indifference. “I would just rather you not head back home so late by yourself.”

You sighed in defeat, the stress of the day beginning to weigh on you. “Fine.” You grumbled and turned to head towards the front door. “Let’s go.”

“Right now?” He asked as he hobbled after you while trying to put on his pants at the same time.

“Yes, Minho. Right now. I’ve sobered up and it’s making me super tired and I have class early in the morning.” Again, he was silent as he threw on the rest of his clothes and led you out of his apartment.

The car was eerily silent the entire way back to your house and when you got out of the car, his only farewell was a solemn “G’night.” Before slowly driving away.

Much to your dismay, the whole encounter made the night a sleepless one and you knew the next day would be a complete nightmare.

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Your head drooped as you struggled to keep your eyes open in the back of class. Several times throughout the day, you had found yourself nodding off in every single one of your lectures. Not to mention the weather was absolutely horrid with the muggy April rain and thunder that threatened to lull you to sleep every other minute. By the end of your last class, you were finally confronted about it.

When you had eventually fallen completely asleep on your desk, you had awoken to a loud thud of a foot hitting the leg of your desk. Your head whipped up at the speed of light and saw your professor standing over you with an arched brow and a disapproving frown. “Really? Now? I would have expected this of some of the other students, but you?”

She shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger. You quickly stood up and collected your things. “Oh my god, professor I’m SO sorry! I had a hard time sleeping last night and–”

“I don’t care about the reason, just don’t let it happen again.” And with that, she left you without another word, bulldozing over the words that were lingering on your lips. 

You marched out of the classroom, unbelievably irritable and aggravated. It’s not your fault you were up all night! Your mind refused to let you sleep! If anyone is to blame, it’s Lee fucking Minho. Why did he have to act like such a pouty prick last night? Just because you saved him the effort of cleaning you even though you were going to immediately shower when you arrived back home?!

You were silently fuming as you made your way through the building and, on your way to the exit, the man of the goddamned hour showed up. Speak of the fucking devil! He was next to an open classroom door that students were filing out of while he leaned up against the wall talking to a classmate.

She was a small, cute, petite blonde and you don’t know why, but just the sight of the duo disgusted you. She giggled and placed a delicate hand on his bicep and you wanted to barf. You knew he was free to see and talk to whoever, but how was it fair that he was wide awake and acting as if he didn’t just get laid the night before while you were utterly miserable?

You had to walk right by him to get out of the building and you were feeling pretty petty anyway, so you used the students passing nearby to your advantage as you fell into step with them. When you neared the couple, his back was to you and you ‘accidentally’, and rather aggressively, shouldered past him and continued on your merry fucking way.

You hadn’t even made it more than a few meters before you heard your name being called and the pattering of fast-paced footsteps nearing you. You decided to just continue walking as if you didn’t hear him and you finally felt the man grab your arm and swing you around to face him. A scowl was already reared and ready to go on your face when he turned you around and it just deepened when you saw his stupid beautiful face with his stupid cocked eyebrow.

“To what do I owe this delightful company you bring on such a gloomy day?” What a complete shift from his icy attitude last night… You couldn’t disguise the absolute disgust that lingered on your face as the petite blonde who Minho had been talking to just moments before decided to slide her slim fingers down Minho’s strong forearm as she passed.

“See you tomorrow night, Minho.” She purred in a sultry tone and a lustful gaze as she walked away backward for a few steps before finally turning and strutting down the hall.

You turned back to Minho with the nastiest grimace you could muster and he looked at you even more smug than before. “Better watch out, kitten. Your jealousy is showing.” He chuckled as he whispered the words close in your ear. The entirety of your hair follicles stood on end and you willed away your goosebumps as you stepped away from him.

“Stop spewing your shit. What do you want with me, Min?” Your question was clipped and you didn’t wait for a response before you started walking towards the exit once again.

He quickly caught up to you and walked in front of you backward, facing you as if it were the easiest thing in the world to match your pace despite the direction he walked. His grin was still dopey and stupidly attractive. “Someone’s got her panties in a twist! Didn’t like my friend back there?” You could see the taunting in his eyes and you just wanted to wipe that stupid smirk from his face.

“I couldn’t care less about your friend.” You failed to hold back the venom from your voice as you spoke and his smile grew. You huffed. “Unlike you, I don’t spend all my free time fucking my friends.” Again, the words were dripping with malice.

His smile faltered. “And who ever said I was fucking around?” His voice had become slightly agitated and you tried to appear unfazed by it.

You shrugged and looked straightforward, just to realize the two of you had come to a complete stop in the abandoned hallway. “You seem to take that sort of stuff pretty lightly, considering all things, and it doesn’t take a genius to see the effect you have on people.” You didn’t even have the chance to gauge his reaction before you were pulled to the side by your forearm.

The next thing you knew, You were being pushed against the door of a small, dark room off to the side. Is this a fucking janitorial closet?

“For your information–” You couldn’t see his face too clearly, but his voice almost sounded like a snarl. Threatening even. “I don’t take that shit lightly. I barely even know that girl outside my classroom.”

“But she said–”

“For christ’s sake, there’s a party tomorrow night! It’s Chris’ last one before he graduates and he wanted me to be there.”

You blanched. “Oh…” You kind of felt hurt that you didn’t know about it, but these were technicallty your brother’s friends. They had no obligation to babysit his little sister while he was away.

You were ever grateful to the pitch darkness of the room so Minho wouldn’t see the sheer disappointment on your face, but his eyes must have adjusted to the light because you suddenly felt the feathering of his fingertips over your cheek. “I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, kitten.”

You willed back the angry tears and slapped his hand away. “There’s no misunderstanding, Min. We’re fuck buddies. It’s none of my business what you do and don’t do with other people.” It was silent for a beat before you continued. “And I don’t need to know what our–” You huffed and pursed your lips, whipping your head to the side so you didn’t have to face him. “...what your friends are up to.”

He was quick to place his hands on your arms and step closer. “Kitten! They’re your friends too–!”

You wanted to punch something and you cut him off with a raised voice. “And speaking of late night shenanigans–!” You pressed your finger to his chest. “You.” Your eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness and you watched as he backed up with wide, befuddled eyes from your aggressive shift in demeanor. “I was up all fucking night because you decided to keep me all wound up from everything that happened last night!”

You could faintly see him trying to hold back an amused smile and stifle a laugh. You almost growled at him as you grabbed his retreating form by the shoulders and turned him around so you were the one pressing him against the door now. “It’s not fucking funny! I got chewed out by my professor because I fell asleep in class!”

He made no attempt to hide his amused smirk and he laughed at your pissed scowl. He leaned down to face level with you and narrowed his smug eyes. “Oh? Did I leave you wanting more?” You scoffed in disbelief at his audacity. “Because I would have happily taken care of it for you if you had stayed with me.”

You were burning from the inside out and you couldn’t tell if it was from the rage or the tension that permeated the small room.

He straightened back up and sighed. “You only have yourself to blame, kitten.” He tried to free himself from your grasp, but you refused to release him. Instead, your body moved on its own as you crashed your lips to his.

You could feel the bewildered tension in his body only for a millisecond before he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him, his tongue eagerly falling in sync with your own. You pulled back only slightly to hiss against his lips. “Fuck that. This is your fault and you’re going to fix it.” 

With that, you began quickly unclasping his belt and popping the button open on his jeans. “Woah! Kitten, we’re at school!” Although his words said otherwise, his actions made no move to stop you.

“Exactly. And you’re the one who felt the need to hide us away in this godforsaken closet, so we’re going to make good use of it.” You refused to look him in the eye as you sank down to your knees and mouthed at his slowly hardening dick over his boxer briefs.

The shudder of his breath was music to your ears and you hummed against him when he smoothed his hands over the top of your head. “Fuck, kitten…” He groaned. “I thought I was supposed to take care of you.” You felt the soft thud of his head leaning back against the door.

You pulled your mouth away so you could free his erection from its breaches. “Yeah, and I would rather be ‘taken care of’ with a hard dick rather than one so flaccid you’d think you just walked in on your naked grandma.” You eagerly sucked down his length and the weight of his cock on your tongue made you press your thighs together.

His voice was strained as he grunted his approval. “Trust me, kitten. You’re able to make me hard as a rock in no time at all, even without needing to do all this.” With that, he grabbed your hair and pulled your mouth off him. He bent down and angled your head up to look straight at him. “Now get up off that disgusting floor and I’ll make you cum so hard that you’ll feel it through next week.” The huskiness of his voice had you swimming in your panties and, after he tucked himself back in his pants, you quickly obliged as you let him drag you outside and to his car.

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“Shitfuckshit more, Minho!” You were almost sobbing from the damned tease and the firm patterns he was applying to your clit in the car as he rushed back to his apartment. You were basically dry-humping his hand as he continued to torment you over the thin fabric of your leggings and you could almost cry in relief when he finally parked in the lot of his building.

You couldn’t get inside the door quick enough before you were on him like a pack of wolves, devouring every inch you could get your claws on. He was quick to respond as he returned your ravenous kiss and stuck his hand under the waistband of your leggings and underwear. His finger ran along your folds and you gasped at the delectable touch. “Shit… you’re so fucking wet…” He groaned against your mouth and you felt yourself being led backward so he could press you up against the wall.

He pulled away from your mouth to look at you as he slid two fingers into you and pressed his palm firmly against your clit. You threw your head back against the wall, jaw slack, as you held his strong forearm in a vice grip and ground down on his hand. All the while feeling the muscles move under the skin of his arm. He obviously enjoyed your reaction as he bit his lip to hold back a cheeky grin. You tried to restrain your noises, but a choked sob breached your lips when he latched his lips onto your neck.

His fingers were slowly thrusting in and out of you and it was heaven but hell at the same time. You couldn’t control the buckling of your knees and felt his other hand tighten around your waist.

When he was sure you wouldn’t fall, he retreated his hand from inside you and he laughed at your affronted face, completely offended that he would rob you of such pleasure. However, this was quickly rectified once he sunk down to his knees and stripped off your undergarments. You were breathing heavily as he looked up at you with blackened eyes that bore into your soul.

Wordlessly, he took one of your bare legs and draped it over his shoulder, pressing his moist lips to your inner thigh soon after. Your breath shuddered when his other hand ran its fingers through your inner labia once again and your gasp was evident when he gently kissed your clit. Still staring into your hooded eyes, he slowly inserted three fingers and you mewled at the stretch.

When his lips and tongue clasped around your clit, you were done for. Instead of thrusting his fingers, he was now digging and pressing rapidly against your g-spot as your orgasm washed over you. You whined and mewled as he led you through your high and you had absolutely drenched his face and your legs.

You grabbed at his shirt to pull him up and he chuckled as you pulled him by the collar to his bedroom.

You found yourself aggressively pushing him down on the bed and fumbling at his belt and jeans to rid him of them. When you finally shed both of y’all’s clothing completely, leaving no separation between your bodies, you instantly climbed up him to straddle him.

He quickly grabbed your hips as you lifted your hips to position him at your core. “Woah, wait! L-let me get a condom!” He shuffled to remove you from his lap, but you refused to move. Instead, you dropped yourself to place your sopping pussy up against the length of his flattened dick, not penetrating, just teasing as you slid your heat up and down him.

It looked as if the action knocked all of the breath out of him and the grip he had on your flexing thighs was enough to make you shudder from the delicious pain. He had his head thrown back against the plush bedding and had his eyes scrunched up as if he was using every ounce of his willpower to not just fuck you raw. But that was what you needed from him.

Still grinding on his twitching cock, you leaned forward to run your tongue along his collarbone. “Have you ever fucked anyone raw, Min?” You giggled as his head shot up and his eyes bulged out of his head.

“W-what?! No!” You bit your lip and closed your eyes momentarily, appreciating the drag of his tip against your throbbing clit.

When you opened your eyes again, he looked almost like he was in pain. “Well… I assume you’re clean… and I know I’m clean… and on birth control… and I’m used to not needing…” You looked away blushing and his dick twitched beneath you.

“Holy mother of god…” He slightly sat up and grabbed your face to smash your lips together, using his tongue to explore the entirety of your mouth before pulling back to search your eyes. “Are you absolutely sure, kitten?” He sounded distraught and your vision was hazed over with lust as you continued to grind on him.

“Of course, you might be a piece of shit, but I trust you…” You briefly moved your smirking mouth to nibble at his ear and whispered sensually into it. “I like the feeling of being filled up. The feeling of cum hitting my walls and spilling out slowly is my number one weakness.” He whispered dozens of expletives in response and squeezed you infinitesimally closer by your ass.

“Just a fair warning…” He growled against your neck as he lifted your hips. “I’m not sure how long I’ll last if I go in raw…” You giggled and reached in between your flush chests to grab his painfully hard erection to position him at your entrance and his breath shuddered as he rested his head against your shoulder.

Both of you emitted loud, pornographic moans as you sank down on him and you relished in the thought of your ass being bruised in the shape of his fingerprints. You had to wait and adjust to his size once more and you didn’t think you would ever be able to get over how amazing he felt. You were trembling, he was sweating, and both of you had moved to lazily entangle tongues.

When you made a move to start grinding, he gripped your hips again. “J-just a little bit longer… you have no idea how amazing you feel.” You don’t know why, but you felt a fluttering in your stomach and, in fear of what it might mean, you willed it away. Instead, you replaced it with mischievousness. 

You began a slow journey with your tongue dragging down his jaw, neck, and clavicle just to find your destination on his strong pec. You lazily kissed and sucked all around it and when you closed your mouth around his nipple, you squeezed your pussy tight around him just before you felt a jolt beneath you.

“Fuck!” He grunted and his fingers dug into your hips further, producing a pain that you would have never realized would be a turn-on. You could feel his glare burn into you where you were latched onto his pec and you hummed against him, repeating the action as you flicked your tongue. “Motherfu–”

He cut off his swear short when you felt yourself being lifted off of him and thrown onto your back in the soft bedding. You gasped and he growled as he sunk back inside you, this time not relenting as he crushed your cervix.

“You’re a fucking brat.” He snarled against where his mouth was devouring your neck. “You asked for this, kitten…” He left the skin of your neck chilled with his saliva as he pulled back and poised himself up on his knees. You were thrumming with need as you watched him grab your ankles and throw your legs over his shoulders, hefting your hips up with his strong arms and nailing you directly in your sweet spot.

The breath was knocked clear out of you.

Your eyebrows scrunched, your jaw slackened, and your whole body went taut with the overwhelming feeling of just him. He was all you could feel, see, smell, taste, and hear as he continued to relentlessly pound into you. Minho. Minho. Minho!

He folded you in half when he kneeled down to lick your lips open and you let him in willingly. It wasn’t long before your lips forgot to move against his as you released small “ah– ah– ah” ‘s with every thrust, all the while he was lapping up the saliva that pooled at the edges of your mouth. He barely had to even graze his thumb over your clit before you came with a cry of his name on your lips.

You were still riding your high when you ran a hand through his sweaty hair. You could see the restraint in his features. “Cum in me Minho, please.” His head dropped down to your breast with a moan and a few breathless expletives before you felt him empty himself inside you, a feral grunt seeping out of his clenched teeth that had bitten down on the swell of your breast.

You gasped at the delicious feeling and threw your head back, baring your neck to him and prompting him to glide his tongue up the length of it.

Once he pumped out every last drop and his tongue had finished properly tasting the entirety of your neck, he flopped over on his side next to you. The air almost seemed to be laden with steam and arousal and all of your exhaustion from the night before, that day, and the mind blowing sex came crashing down on you like a tsunami.

The last dregs of your consciousness were consumed with Minho cleaning you, changing you, and hydrating you before you passed out beneath the sheets that smelt like the concentrated scent of just Minho…

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Hannie🐹:

Hey beautiful

Princess👑:

Well hello Jisungie

To what do I owe this rare attempt of social interaction?

Hannie🐹:

Oh shush, u haven’t tried to reach out either!

Princess👑:

True, but the question still stands

Hannie🐹:

Ur coming to Chan’s party tonight right?

You tried to bury the sting that the question presented, but it still hit a sore spot to know that even that one random chick Minho was talking to knew before you did. You gulped back the lump in your throat.

Princess👑:

I didn’t think I was invited

Hannie🐹:

What? Why wouldn’t u be?

Princess👑:

Well the fact that I had to hear about it from someone else was a big indicator

You cringed after you sent the message, realizing the salt that was poured all over that sentence.

Hannie🐹:

What?!?!

Princess👑:

It really is fine Hannie

No one expects you guys to include me just because I’m ur friend’s little sister

When he didn’t respond, you assumed he had just dropped the issue, deciding that you weren’t worth the trouble. However, as you were walking out of your last class of the day, your phone lit up in your hand with the caller ID indicating that your conversation was far from over.

“Hannie?” You raised the phone to your ear as you walked down the campus sidewalk.

“Pardon my manners, princess, but you’re a goddamned idiot if you think you’re only ‘his little sister’ to us.” You balked at his words. “For starters, you are our friend just as much as he is.” You felt your steps slow with each word from his mouth. “Secondly, the only reason you didn’t hear about it sooner is because Hwang Hyunjin is a complete pabo. He was in charge of telling you, like, a century ago and apparently he forgot to tell not only you, but a whole bunch of other people.”

Was that really true? Or was he just trying to make excuses?

“Either way, Chan definitely wants you there and I know for a fact that I want you there.”

“Ji, really, it’s fi–”

“Please?” You could practically already see the cute pout on his face and you habitually smiled.

After a long sigh and some deliberation, you caved. “Okay, fine. Send me the time and address.”

The next what felt like a whole thirty seconds was filled with the adorable sound of Jisung’s triumphant self-appreciation as he sent you the information. You couldn’t hold back the giggles of endearment for the man and the call ended with a smile on your face.

“Ooooh, who was that? If the smile on your face is anything to go by, its a boooy~” You heard your best friend’s chipper voice ring from where she sauntered up beside you, scaring you half to death.

You jumped and held your hand to your heart as she giggled at you. “My god, Tiff! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” She grabbed your hand that was pressed to your chest and swung your intertwined hands as she walked with you to the bus stop.

“Sooo, who was it?”

“Just Jisung.” You shrugged as the two of you sat on the bench to wait.

“Oh my gosh!” Tiffany gasped and clutched your arm, earning a raised brow from you. “Did he tell you about Chan’s party?! Are you going?!”

OF FUCKING COURSE she knew before you. You had to take a deep breath to maintain your composure and not blow the fuck up. “Yeah, are you?”

“Um, of course?!” She said as if you were crazy to even ask. “Do you think Minho will be there?”

Her question threw you for a loop and your mind was immediately brought back to earlier that morning when you snuck out of his apartment before he woke up. You definitely didn’t want to deal with the awkwardness of being kicked out so you went ahead and took it upon yourself to initiate the task.

You sucked your teeth in and stood up, watching as the bus slowly approached. “Yeah, I think so. Why?”

She flashed you a mischievous grin and swiftly turned to take a seat in the back. When you joined her, she swiveled in her seat to face you. “I want you to help me hook up with him.”

You felt like you had just been punched in the gut. “WHAT?!” You startled at your own raised voice and shyly bowed your head in apology to the few surrounding onlookers. You looked back to your friend and you really hoped your face didn’t betray your panic.

Why, of all people, did she want to start pursuing your Minho? No. No, he’s not yours. He’s just a friend. Was he even considered a friend? Shit, the lines were blurring.

“What? I totally know he’s into me and I might have a better shot tonight if you talk me up.” Thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice your inner turmoil.

Wait.

What did she say?

“How do you know he’s into you?”

She rolled her eyes with a cheeky smile. “He saved my number, love. He texted me today and asked if we were going to the party. A guy doesn’t save a girl’s number unless he’s for sure into them. Especially if the girl has been very obviously flirting with them and is not just a buddy-buddy relationship.”

You felt like you had just been bitch slapped and you sensed an indescribable feeling rise in your throat, prompting you to force yourself to swallow it back. Why was he texting your best friend? “H-how do you know he’s not already taken?” You knew he wasn’t, but you couldn’t stomach the thought of him being with your best friend.

“Again, he saved my number.” She actually seemed somewhat annoyed now. “What’s the big deal? Are you going to help me or not?”

Your throat was completely dry and you felt the heat pumping through your veins. “You can have so many guys, Tiff. Why Minho, exactly?” You grimaced as she crossed her arms and glared at you.

“Oh my fucking god. What is your DEAL? Is it just because you hate the man?! Get over yourself, sweetheart. He’s a grown man and I’m a grown woman and there is clearly a mutual attraction so I’m not going to let your pettiness get in the way of my fun. If it really bothers you, then forget I asked. I can win him over by myself anyway.” She sneered as she turned her attention to the window and thus ended the conversation.

You felt tears prick at your eyes and you didn’t quite know where you were, but you pressed the button to be let out of the bus anyway. Why? Just why did it have to be her to steal him? No, not steal… He’s not yours…

He’s NOT yours…

When you stepped out, you took a large gulp of fresh air and willed the tears away. You refused to let her demean you. You refused to let her ruin your fun tonight. You refused to let her win. The fucking bitch needs to be knocked down a few notches and learn that she can’t just earn everything by spreading her legs. Well, that is if Minho didn’t take her bait…

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Tiff💞:

Hey babe

Can we just forget about earlier?

I’ll see you tonight kay?

😘

Not even an apology or anything. What a bitch. You probably looked like you had murder on your mind as you looked down at your phone and back up at Chan’s frat house. You took a deep breath to will the fury from your soul and smoothed your hands over your clothes, only slightly self-conscious of the dainty material you had recently purchased. 

For no particular reason whatsoever, you had recently decided to go shopping for a few outfits of the, um… more mature variety. Not to impress anyone in particular… Definitely not to gain the attention of a certain someone… You just wanted to broaden your wardrobe. That’s it. No other reason…

You still wore your regular combat boots because there was no overcoming your ability to break your ankles in heels, but the rest of the outfit was definitely new to you. (Plus, the black boots kind of looked cute with the rest of the outfit.)

Your sheer black tights were silky smooth up your legs to be met with a short (almost too short) high-waisted solid black mini skirt. The real kicker was your top. It was a jet-black eyelash-lace corset/cami top that rose well above your navel and you were almost too chicken to wear it due to it looking practically like lingerie. But the issues with Tiffany and Minho made you uncharacteristically bold that night. You decided to wear a form-fitting leather jacket (also black of course), but it still left most of your top visible.

You, once again, willed your breathing to steady as you walked up the steps and opened the front door.

The party was in full swing as you warily made your way through the party goers. It was almost impossible to focus due to the crowd, the noise, the heavy air, and the dim lighting (minus the flashing and colored lights that lit up most of the open area of dancers).

Is this the norm for college parties?

You didn’t even know where you were going, you just knew there was one person you were subconsciously searching fo–

…Minho…

You halted in your tracks and you watched in horror as you saw that your best friend had found the man first.

Bile rose in your throat as you watched Minho hand her a drink with a smile and she clung onto his arm like a fucking leach. Hyunjin and Changbin were with them, but Tiffany only seemed interested in running her hands over Minho’s muscular arm and talking in his ear, entirely too close to him with her filthy lips.

You were sure you were gonna be sick.

You saw Minho’s eye wander about the room as Tiffany took a breath long enough to take a drink, and you panicked when his gaze snapped to yours. Before you could even acknowledge either of your’s reactions, you beelined it to the kitchen with all the alcohol that you had passed earlier and shoved your way through the crowd to hastily find the room and make your drink. A strong drink.

You had just finished stirring it when you felt a gentle hand on your elbow. You whipped your head around to be faced with the bane of your existence. He was so damned beautiful you wanted to just punch him square in the face. The top half of the buttons on his black button-up were undone to show off the low neckline of his white undershirt, causing your eyes to want to wander down to his perfectly defined chest that was adorned with a single silver pendulum necklace and a beaded choker that would look feminine on anyone but him. His blonde hair was styled back out of his face and it accentuated his beautiful, dark round eyes.

“Hey! I’ve been looking for you–” Before he could finish his sentence, he must have noticed your ensemble due to the fact that his eyes were bugged out and were blatantly gazing down at your clothes. “Oh fuck…” He whispered so low you almost didn’t catch it. When he cleared his throat and came back to the land of the living, his cheeks were pink when he said, “You look so fucking gorgeous…” Your exhale was shaky and you could almost get drunk off of his handsome grin alone. You hated it.

It took you a moment to rip your eyes from him, but when you did, you decided it was necessary for you to chug your drink for dear life.

“Woah, woah! The night’s only started!” When he made a move to still your cup, you pulled it away from him with a glower.

“For me maybe, but who knows how long you and ‘little miss man eater’ over there have been exchanging verbal foreplay.” Minho’s eyes widened comically and turned back to look at Tiffany who was glaring daggers at you both.

“I’m sorry, verbal what???” He asked incredulously as he turned back to you. You heard me dickwad. However, instead of voicing your thoughts, you just huffed out a disbelieving half-chuckle and turned back to refill your drink.

This definitely needs to be twice as strong.

“Oh my god, don’t tell me…” You rolled your eyes, already knowing where this was headed. “Kitten, are you jealous?” You turned back around to be met with a shit-eating grin and you were about two seconds away from kicking him where the sun doesn’t shine until you suddenly found the other five men you were here for huddled by a wall talking amongst themselves away from your so-called bestie.

You just clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes, walking away without a word and marching over to the group.

Jisung saw you first, a huge smile lighting up the entire room until it was instantly erased with an expression that looked like he suddenly shat out a brick. At first, you were concerned, that was until the other four followed his gaze and had the same series of reactions. It was only when you got closer that you saw all of them ogling your outfit and you found yourself wanting to shrink into yourself at the attention.

“H-Hey guys!” You said with a wary smile as you stopped in front of the semi-circle they made at your arrival. It was only from your words that their trances were broken and they all looked back up to your face with blushing faces before not-so-subtly avoiding your eyes. You felt embarrassment wash over you like a bucket of ice and you wrapped your arms around yourself as you averted your eyes down to make yourself look small. “I… I’m sorry… did I overdo the outfit? I haven’t really ever been to one of these parties. Heh…”

You nervously chuckled and rubbed the cold sweat off the back of your neck with one hand while the other was still firmly wrapped around your torso. “No!” You heard multiple panicked voices say in tandem before the sound of clearing throats.

Felix, the angel, smiled sweetly at you and stepped forward to wrap you in a hug. “Of course not, sweetie. You look beautiful.” He stepped back as the rest agreed and Jisung stole the next hug.

“More like a fucking goddess!” You felt your feet lift off the ground as he squeezed your waist and your cheeks flooded with heat when he pressed his soft lips to your cheek before retreating.

After the rest greeted you similarly, Chris stepped to the side to reveal a tray of shots on the small table behind him. “Now that the whole group is finally here, we can finally start the real fun!” You’re part of their group? Everyone grabbed one of the seven shot glasses before Chris handed yours directly to you with a whisper in your ear. “Don’t take anything from anyone unless they’re one of the six of us, yeah?” The hot breath you felt against you made you shiver, but you nodded regardless.

“Yah! Get out of her ear, perv!” Minho shouted from behind him as he held his own shot. Chris stepped back to look at him with raised brows, but you intervened first.

“Oh calm down, Minho. We’re all adults here.” Changing your threatening tone to a lighter one, you raised your glass. “To Chris’ last year! We’ll miss you Channie!” And you, in the slightly petty and tipsy mood, planted a kiss right on Chris’ cheek, startling the blushing man in the process. Tension set aside, everyone raised their glasses to dink ‘em and sink ‘em. Minho only downing his after he was finished glowering at your smug face.

You caught up with them for a little bit, but with every passing minute, you felt the drinks start to hit you. And, as per usual, when you drank, you got very… touchy-feely. Your first victim was Felix, but that was because the man was always ready for cuddles. After that, you had stolen Jisung from Minho, who was possessed with about the same amount of drunken clinginess, the latter having Jisung previously wrapped around him as the elder had his own arm thrown over his shoulder. However, Jisung was happy to switch to wrapping his arms around your semi-bare waist instead when you beckoned him.

It was just as Changbin was giving a very detailed speech to Hyunjin about the importance of cardio when you glanced over at Minho. Your eyes widened when you took in the absolutely livid expression he had directed at Jisung and Felix before a wry smile grew on your lips.

A plan formed in your head. A wicked, evil little plan to give Minho a taste of his own medicine. However, before you could execute it, the she-devil showed up and found purchase around Minho’s arm again.

“There you are! I thought you said you’d be right back!” She said with what was supposed to be a cute pout, but all you saw was the manipulative sneer hidden in her eyes as she glanced at you. Minho looked at her with wide eyes and then back at you with what looked like anxiety.

“Wha– I– Um…” As he was babbling in his loss for words, you pulled away from the boys surrounding you and turned around to face them with a dubious grin that didn’t reach your eyes.

With your back facing Minho, you downed your drink and rid yourself of your jacket, letting the refreshing air conditioning soothe your previously confined arms. When you placed your empty cup and jacket on the small table behind them, you extended your hands out to the men. “C’mon, who’s going to show a girl a good time tonight and dance with me?”

You eyed Chris who was already gulping down his own drink, the man staring at all the bare skin you had on display all the while, and setting his empty cup next to your own. You smiled up at him as he took one of your hands and you watched Jisung’s eyes flick over to Minho before grabbing your other one. Your smile brightened further and you hugged them both by the neck giddily before dragging them over to the makeshift dancefloor.

You could feel several pairs of eyes watch as the three of you retreated and you couldn’t help but feel somewhat smug with the thought of Minho and Tiffany being a couple of them.

You felt the alcohol wash away your anger and jealousy and let the upbeat music pump through your veins as you danced between the two men. At first, it was very PG, but the density of the crowd thickened and soon enough Chris was up against your backside while Jisung was against the front. The more hyped you got from the heavy air, loud beats, and strong drinks, the more bold your dancing became.

You had one arm thrown around Jisung’s neck and the other thrown around the back of Chris’ head from behind as you began grinding against the pair. They must have been equally as plastered because their roaming hands were definitely encouraging you. Jisung’s hands roved over your waist and abdomen as Chris’ paved their way up and down your hips and thighs.

All of you were sticky with sweat and the feeling of Chris’ breath on your neck and Jisung’s lustful eyes watching your body move was making you even hotter. Even though you were super insecure at the beginning of the night, you now felt bold and sexy and wanted. You felt a sliver of pride that you were still able to make men covet you even if… others didn’t.

After a while, you felt that same hot breath from behind you talk into your ear again. “I’m gonna tap out for a bit gorgeous.” Chris said before he kissed your cheek and weaved his way through grinding bodies to head back over to the group.

You returned your eyes to your remaining dance partner who met your gaze with hooded lids. You allowed yourself to be pulled flush against him, but you turned so your back was up against him now as you grinded and rolled against his firm body. Your whole mind was clouded and all you knew was how good the body against you felt.

With the man out of your line of vision, you closed your eyes and let yourself be consumed in the moment. Your hands reached back and threaded through his silky hair and you felt the fingers that trailed down your hips tickle the spot where your outer thighs met your skirt.

You gasped when you felt his hard cock push into your lower back and he squeezed you tighter when you rolled back into it. Gosh, Minho, you feel so good.

But why did Minho’s fingers feel longer when you went to grab them?

Your internal question was already forgotten when you felt his warm lips touch down on the soft curve of your neck and the next thing you knew, you were dragging him to the nearest secluded area to taste those lips that you always seemed to crave now. The lips that made you cum a hundred different ways by now.

Turns out the nearest secluded spot was a door that led out to a small side patio that was somehow completely deserted. Without much thought, you whipped back around with blurry vision as you pressed your lips to his. Well… tried to at least. It took a couple tries to hit your target, but when they did, you groaned and instantly tangled tongues with him. But…

Why does this seem so foreign? Does it just feel different because you were drunk? And had Minho been wearing a t-shirt this whole time?

When you allowed your hands to roam up under his shirt, the lustful groan the man emitted had your eyes flying open. That is definitely NOT Minho’s voice.

“Ji-Jisung?” He fluttered his eyes open when you sprang off of him, stumbling back like a fucking hooch monkey, and he gave you a confused blink.

“Wha– Huh? What’s wrong, princess?” He stumbled a bit as he picked himself off the wall you had pressed him against and you covered your mouth in mortification. You could only widen your watery eyes and shake your head in disbelief as you watched him look more and more concerned. It wasn’t until he grabbed your face to wipe your tears that you realized you started crying. “Oh my god, are you okay? Did I hurt you?!”

He sat you down on a patio chair to squat in front of you and rubbed soothing circles on your knee as you buried your face in your hands. “Nononononono!” Your turmoil was muffled behind your hands and you started sobbing as you looked back up at Jisung. “I-I’m s-so sorry J-Ji–” 

He was frantically searching your eyes and he ran his palms up and down your arms. “What in the world for?” Confusion was tattooed across his face and you felt even more ashamed that you would have to explain.

“I…” You tried to gulp down breaths to explain between sobs and slurred speech. “I d-din’know it was you who…” Another round of tears cascaded as you saw a distraught realization wash over him. You felt awful for using your friend so horrendously. You couldn’t believe how selfish you were just because you didn’t want to share…

Minho…

Minho must have gone home with Tiffany. Why wouldn’t he, right? She was beautiful and sexy and you were a completely sloshed jackass. He probably never wanted to see you ever again after one night with that dick-whipped cunt of a woman.

You felt your whole body start shaking as another round of sobs wracked your body and Jisung quickly wrapped you in his arms. “Shh shh, it’s okay. You haven’t done anything wrong, sweetie. It’ll be okay…” His calm and reassuring voice made you squeeze onto your friend for dear life.

“I-I’m s-so s–” He just continued his gentle hushing to get you to calm down and he helped you focus on your breathing. Tears still flowing down your face but sobs having died down, you sat back to look at him. “Ji…”

“Shhh, it’s okay. We’re both drunk, it happens.” He tried to give you a reassuring smile, but it didn’t do anything to make you feel like you weren’t an absolute piece of shit.

“Ji, I…” Your words had zero filter as they supplied a watery– “I-I think ’m in love w'Minho.”

His eyes widened. You expected him to freak out. To call you a whore or spit on you. What you didn’t see coming was the slow smile that crept across his cute cheeks. “Minho-hyung?” You nodded with a sniff and he instantly wrapped you in a hug again. His voice was muffled against your hair a bit, but he replied tenderly. “I can think of no person more deserving of your love than him.”

What on god’s green earth did he mean by that?

He sighed and pulled back again, wiping away more tears. “Have you thought about telling him that?” The question had your mind reeling and you felt sick of just the thought of it.

Wait. Maybe it’s not the idea that made you sick. Maybe it was…

In the blink of an eye, you threw yourself off the chair and leaned over the railing, immediately hurling your guts all over the manicured lawn below. As the snot, tears, and vomit evacuated your body, you felt Jisung’s cool hands pull your hair out of the way and rub soothing circles on your back. This man is just too good for this world…

You felt like you spent years over that railing, somehow more still coming out, until you heard the door to the house open and close. “What happened?” Was that Minho’s voice? Why is he still here?

You lifted your head to look back at him, not even considering the fact that you probably (most definitely) looked like a trainwreck on steroids. “W-why’re you he–” You couldn’t even finish the sentence before you were ralphing again.

“Evidently, she’d mistaken me for you, do you have that water I asked for?”

“Yeah.” When did he even ask Minho to come out here?

“Here, kitten. Drink this.” He held up a bottle of water next to you and you eagerly grabbed it. “Don’t chug.” He said holding it out of reach before he gave it to you. “You’ll make yourself even more sick.” You sat down again and slowly nursed on the water as your eyes stayed glued to the piece of artwork that was Lee Minho.

You watched his beautiful lips move as he faced Jisung, but you didn’t hear any of the words that were exchanged. All you could hear was the thrumming of blood through your veins in your ears and the bass of the music from inside. Also when you heard the beautiful melody of Minho’s laugh… MY. GOD. The man was just too perfect…

Your vision slowly faded as you stared at his pretty eyes and you just wished you could dive into the two black pools of his irises. The darkness that was slowly encompassing your vision was thwarted when you felt yourself being buckled into the back of an Uber by Minho as he slid in next to you and gave the driver his address.

Before you could think about what you were about to say, you chuckled. “Y’mean Tiff in’t ‘lready spread-eagle on yer bed?”

You expected him to get annoyed, but he just side-eyed you with an amused smirk. “You’ve got it pretty bad, huh?”

“Well excuse me for having experience with a man who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants for other college girls.” Well, that was surprisingly well-enunciated… However, before you could pat yourself on the back for that small victory, you were having a hard time keeping your eyes open and you raised your hand to take a drink, only to find your hand bottleless. Who the fuck drank all my water?

The look he gave you was melancholy and he gently pat your knee before responding. “Don’t worry, kitten. Tiffany isn’t at my place. And I doubt your parents would be thrilled to be woken up so late by hearing you stumble in the house at two in the morning. Hence my reasoning for us staying at my place. Is that alright?”

You didn’t even register your dumb nod as you zoned out on his beautiful face. His features were so breathtaking that your hand moved unbidden and you found yourself tracing the sharp contours with your shaky fingers. He didn’t move a muscle as your fingers ghosted over his nose, eyelids, jaw, and then finally the plump outline of his lips.

“Y-yer so b’tiful Min…” His eyes burned with a familiar fire and he gently lowered your hand when the car pulled up to his place.

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Minho😈:

Where did u go?

Kitten?

R u at least safe?

Please talk to me

I called ur parents and they said ur alright

I’m sorry if I hurt u in any way

I would never intentionally do anything to harm u

U mean so much to me…

Just… let me know when ur ready to talk…

You scanned the texts that had been flooding in all day after you snuck out of his place without a word at the crack of dawn. Made easier due to the fact that he was courteous enough to sleep on the couch due to your inebriated state. You remembered everything. Everything. Including your agonizing realization of your feelings for the man. 

Your phone clattered to the ground when you chucked it and turned over in your bed to bury your face in your pillow. Luckily, you didn’t ever really get hangovers, but that didn’t mean you weren’t entitled to a day to wallow in self-pity. So this is where you’ve been all day, the night quickly approaching as you squeezed your pillow tighter.

You weren’t worthy of his attention. You were just a convenient pussy. Tiffany is way more experienced and probably showed him some of that expertise last night. If your last boyfriend couldn’t even be satisfied with you, who else would? You were a shit friend who used Jisung, one of your best friends, as a tool. You were worse than nothing. You were a disease.

You felt yourself drowning in a sinkhole of your thoughts before a knock at your bedroom door pulled you out of it. You kept your face buried as the door opened and heard your mom’s sweet voice. “Honey?”

You just responded with a non-commital grunt.

“Minho called again…” Silence. “Honey, I know you two were never on the best of terms, but he’s trying so so hard to mend that since your brother left. I don’t know what happened between you two, but I just know he sounded genuinely upset.” You felt the tears well up in your eyes and kept your head firmly planted in ur pillow, slowly suffocating yourself.

You felt a dip next to you in the bed and the gentle hand of your mother rubbing your back. 

She was silent for a moment before she sighed. “I never told you this, just because he asked me not to, but I think it might be necessary now…” That caught your attention just enough to twist your head to look at her loving smile. “When you and your boyfriend broke up, Minho called me every single day for a week to check and see if you were alright. He was the one who bought your favorite snacks every day, not your dad.”

You furrowed your brows and sat up next to her. “W-why didn’t he want you to tell me?”

She gave you a soft smile and patted your knee before she stood up. “That’s something you’re going to have to ask him yourself.” She turned back to you when she reached the door. “Your father and I are going to an office party tonight and won’t be back until late. Really late.” She raised her brow, hinting at a suggestion. “Call us if you need anything. I love you, sweetie.”

“Love you too, Mom…” You mumbled as she left the room.

When the door shut behind her, you pulled your knees to your chest and buried your face in your hands. How could this happen? You’ve disliked this man ever since high school, it just doesn’t make any sense to start falling in love now. I mean, his dick is magic, sure. But you’ve been craving to just see him any time of day just to simply be around him! He’s probably sick of your mixed signals and mood swings.

It had taken you by surprise when you woke up an hour later to the sound of the doorbell, not even realizing you had fallen asleep in the first place. Your parents had probably already left when you were sleeping, so you scrambled up out of your bed and went to answer the door.

When you opened the door, your heart stopped. No other man on the planet could sport a bare face, discheveled hair, and sweatpants and still look like a fucking god like Minho did. You had only started to realize just how gorgeous he was when he hit his senior year of high school. It had pissed you off at the time, but now… well, actually no, it still pissed you off. It just wasn’t fair to have such power over you with that piercing gaze and ability to make hearts stop at the sight of him.

“Minho…” You whispered as your eyes widened. He stood in the doorway and scratched the back of his head.

“Sorry, I… I didn’t want to let myself in because… because I didn’t know if you wanted to see me or not…” I always want to see you. You cursed your own thoughts for being so weak for the man. Without a word, you stepped to the side to let him in. “I’m sorry for showing up unannounced, kitten. But I just had to make sure you were alright.” He mumbled as he looked down to step out of his shoes. “Or upset with me…”

Boots unexpectedly ran up to Minho with a cute little meow as she rubbed her face and beautiful black fur against his legs with quiet purring. You both smiled down at the adorable feline and Minho bent down to scoop her up in his arms, knowing how much she loved to be held (unlike other cats) by people she trusted. You felt a fluttering in your chest just watching him hold her. Knowing that, just like your precious boots, you had also come to care for the man. 

You raised your hand to pet Boots, but your eyes were fixed on Minho’s. “I’m not upset with you Minho… If you want someone else, it’s not my place to get in between that.” You turned to head back to your room, but as you approached your bedroom door, a gentle hand loosely wrapped itself around your wrist and stopped you in your tracks.

You warily turned around and Minho’s expression was a mixture of anger and hurt. “If you think, even for a second, that I prefer her over you, you’re more stupid than I thought.” He said the words with a lethal calm that made shivers run down your spine. Your face was incredulous, but he ignored it. “The idea that I would prefer anyone over you is almost an insult.” You allowed him to pull your body closer to his as he now had his hands wrapped around your waist. “I think of you every morning when I wake up and every night when I go to sleep. I’ve been hating myself ever since we started this whole arrangement because I feel like I’m just taking advantage of you, which was not my intent at all. But I didn’t want to stop it either because I don’t want to… I don’t want to lose what we have… I don’t want to lose you…”

You closed your eyes from the burning you felt pricking at your tear ducts and involuntarily leaned into his touch when the backs of his fingers gently brushed over the flushed skin of your cheek.

“You’re so, so beautiful, kitten. Inside and out.” It was unlike Minho to get so sentimental, but he seemed to feel the need to speak his piece. Even if it caused a dusting of pink blooming on his ears and cheeks. However, your blush felt like it rivaled his as it radiated all throughout your body.

Your hands, which had been curled up against his chest, started fidgeting as you looked down at them. You didn’t know if you should ask him or not, but you decided you needed to know. “Minho… why… why did you call my mom to check up on me after my breakup?”

He stiffened momentarily, but quickly recovered. You looked back up at his face and it was turned to the side, completely crimson. “I…” His lips formed a tight line and then relaxed as he turned back to look at you. “I couldn’t stand the thought of what that prick did to you. I wanted to go beat the living shit out of him, crush his nuts, curb stomp him, anything, but I realized that you would most likely prefer comfort over violence. But I knew that one of the last people you would want to see would be me, so I tried to help from the sidelines.”

Your lip wobbled slightly and you pressed yourself a bit closer to him. You were mad that you couldn’t even disagree with him because, at that point in time, you would’ve dreaded the idea of this man, usually void of sentimentality, coming to attempt to comfort you.

The only real comfort you had was Tiffany and, looking back on it, she was pretty shit at it. Now that you’ve realized what a bitch she was, you could recount several occasions where she was just a toxic friend. And you were blind to the situation in favor of seeing the truth.

“So…” You were almost too afraid to ask the question you didn’t know you wanted an answer to or not. His hand that had been stroking your cheek moved to lift your chin up to look at him. His eyes portrayed patience and attentiveness to your words. “Did… did anything happen between you and Tiff?”

The corners of his lips turned down as he furrowed his brow, but it soon morphed into an expression that screamed ‘really?’. He sighed. “Like I said, I only prefer you. I have not and will not ever see her or want her that way.” His eyes flickered from your eyes to the floor in anxiousness and added with an adorably shy mumble. “I don’t want anyone but you.”

Relief washed over you like a tidal wave and your body moved on its own when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and ran your fingers through his sandy hair, pressing your lips to his with a tenderness that you had not shared with him before now. You could feel relief flooding him as well as he relaxed under your touch, as if kissing you released all tension in his body.

This kiss wasn’t like the hungry and ravenous ones you two had always shared. This one felt as if you could melt into each other and become one. It was slow, sensual, and filled with all the love you could possibly portray. As you paused the kiss and pressed foreheads together, you closed your eyes as if to pretend you weren’t about to say the words just begging to leap off your tongue.

“Minho… you still annoy the shit out of me, but…” He offered a wry smile against your lips and you opened your eyes and disconnected foreheads to watch him raise his brow with a smirk. You bit back your smile and hid your face in his neck. “...I think I might be in love with you?” You said it like it was a question, almost too quiet to hear, as if you weren’t quite sure if you should’ve said it.

He was silent and you were apprehensive to raise your head. But, when you finally looked at him, you proceeded to witness the most beautiful smile you had ever seen appear on his face. You tried to suppress your suddenly bashful smile, but he only squeezed you tighter. He bit his lip to do the same with his own grin, but he morphed his look to something more mischievous. “Are you sure you don’t just like me for my incredible skills in providing mind blowing orgasms?”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a light smack on his pec. “Ah yes, you’re right! How have I been so blind? I’m only in love with your dick.” He just chuckled at your words dripping with sarcasm and stole a kiss, slow and controlled before he murmured against your lips.

“I love you too, kitten. I have for quite a while now.” Your eyes widened and you could have sworn you saw a bit of fear in his eyes before he was biting his lip again, a smile hidden just beneath the surface.

“W-wha–? How long?!” You pulled back slightly to see his full face and he giggled bashfully. Lee Minho being bashful? He was always so confident and controlled that you almost wanted to capture this moment on camera.

“Well… honestly, it’s been ever since you started dating that douchebag. I didn’t really know why I started to be such an obnoxious dick to you, but I later realized it was just because I was jealous.” He pulled you close once again and tentatively kissed your jaw.

Your heart was racing at the thought of him being in love with you even if you were with another man, yet not interfering directly. But now you finally had him, and you were determined to keep it that way. You squeezed yourself infinitesimally closer to him and kissed his lips slowly before saying, “Well, now I’m yours.” Your lips drifted to whisper in his ear. “Let’s make up for lost time.”

You made your point very clear when you grazed your lips and teeth down the side of his neck while pushing your pelvis into his. “Fuck…” He let out a low groan and slid his hands down to the lower cleft of your ass and gave your cheeks a light squeeze. He captured your lips with a sudden ferocity that made you tremble. Once he led you backwards into your room and pressed your body against the door as he closed it, your passion increased tenfold.

He ground his thigh against the apex of your glistening cunt, your panties dragging along your clit, and the pressure had you gasping against his tongue. Your hips couldn’t help but to roll against him and you could feel the effect of your efforts when he pressed his groin into your hip. You whined in pleasure when he lifted one of your legs and wrapped it around his hip, pushing even closer to you and making it easier to drag the length of your sopping crotch down him.

His other hand, which had still been kneading your ass, moved around to slip up under your shirt to feel the skin of your waist and lower back. You emitted a gasp and then a moan when you felt his warm fingers crawl up under your bra and fondle your erect nipple. You bit your lip to hold back an embarrassing noise you felt crawling to the surface when his lips latched onto your collarbone and started leaving sweet kisses up the length of your neck.

Your fingertips ran up under his shirt to caress his abs and pecs and he took it upon himself to take his shirt off, quickly ridding you of yours shortly after, lips barely leaving each other as you stripped each other completely bare and you pushed him down on the bed to straddle him.

“Shit kitten… you’re unreal…” He stared up at you as if you had hung the moon and he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs gently, as if you were a fragile porcelain doll. You leaned down and began marking up his beautiful chest, but he cupped your cheeks and brought your lips up to his own, placing his hands on your thighs once more. “Can I taste you baby? Make you feel good?” With each word, his hands drifted up to your dripping pussy until his fingers were teasing your entrance.

When he finally plunged a single digit in up to the first knuckle, you found yourself choking on a gasp and nodding frantically. He moved with a speed that made you dizzy when he flipped you onto your back and knelt between your legs.

He stared at your cunt with a hunger that made you shy, but you held back the urge to close your legs in self consciousness. When he looked back up at you and hovered his mouth over where you were aching for him most, he made eye contact as he licked a fat strip up the entirety of your crotch, making sure not to neglect your clit as he sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the swollen bud.

You threw your head back and moaned like a brainless whore as your hands gravitated to his beautiful blonde mane. However, your head wasn’t down long as you were determined to watch this adonis of a man feast on you. And when he inserted a finger inside you, you were done for. He held your hips down with bruising strength as you writhed beneath him and added a second finger.

You were reduced to a whimpering mess as the man fucked you with his fingers slowly, wanting to gradually build your pleasure. “Minho!” You whined in both gratitude and frustration. He smiled as he briefly pulled his mouth away.

“You gonna melt on my mouth, kitten?” You were beyond words and could only nod your head to communicate. “Say it again…” He breathed against you, making you tingle from the hot air coming from between his lips.

You immediately knew what he meant and your heart swelled. “I love you, Minho.” You gasped and rolled your eyes back as he instantly crooked his finger up into your g-spot and returned his mouth to you. Only this time, his tongue joined as he quickly thrusted his fingers in you with precision. “Fuck I love you so much! Shit!” You screamed his name as you did, indeed, melt on his mouth.

He lapped up your orgasm as if he was famished for you and his mouth slowly sucked and nipped its way up your body to latch onto your neglected nipples. You whined, just wanting him to be inside you already as you wrapped your legs around him and hung on him like a koala, pressing your body to his as you suspended yourself in the air under his crouched position.

He chuckled and pressed you into the mattress again, his warm chest and pelvis pressing against you. You rutted into him until you couldn’t take it anymore and pushed him over until his back was pressed up against the headboard and straddled him once more. “Please fuck me, Minho. I need you to fill me up…” You whispered against his lips as one of your hands tangled in his hair and the other was frantically stroking his dick. To make your point, You knelt down to hover over his cock and let a string of saliva drip from your mouth down onto his throbbing head right before taking him in your mouth.

His thighs tensed under your palms and you closed your eyes in bliss as you listened to the beautiful sounds he was making because of your efforts. You swallowed down more of him and you felt a shaky hand push you back by your shoulder. “Shit, you’re too good at that…” He heaved and roughly grabbed your hips to bring you flush to him, slightly lifting you so he could impale you on his cock.

You clung onto him as you sunk down and squinted your watery eyes to get used to that familiar, delicious stretch. The breath was stolen from you and you felt like you could cum without even moving, your emotional mindset making it all the more intense.

It wasn’t long before you needed more and you gradually started bouncing on him, burying your face in his neck and latching onto his neck with your mouth to muffle your cries of pleasure. He guided your hips with his strong hands and you could tell he was holding himself back from just bending you over and annihilating your pussy into the mattress, but all you felt were his sweet kisses across your neck and shoulder and whispered words of how much he loves you and how beautiful you were.

You weren’t sure how long you two were going at it, lost in the sensation that was just purely Lee Minho, until you ground into him harder and cupped his cheeks with your hands. You tried portraying every ounce of your love for him with that one kiss and slowly picked up your hips, only to drop down on his cock with dizzying speed and force. His mouth went slack against yours and you watched as his eyebrows turned inwards in bliss.

You continued the action a few more times, fusing your body to his, until he took matters into his own hands. Before you knew it, you were on your back with the man thrusting into you with a force that made you scream out his name. 

His mouth, hands, and tongue were all over you and your nails dug into his back with the ever-increasing intensity of his thrusts. “M-Minho! ‘M’so close…” You whimpered and he growled into your shoulder.

“Cum on me, kitten. Soak me.”

A few more thrusts and you were done for. You cried out your ecstasy and he followed soon after, riding you through your orgasms.

He was still sheathed inside you when he plopped down on your body to catch his breath. You carded your fingers through his sweat-damp hair from where his face was pressed against your chest and you watched as his breaths gradually slowed.

When he was properly relaxed again, his cock soft inside you, he brought his face up to yours to litter kisses all over your skin, pulling a giggle from you. His smile was blinding when he pulled back to look down at you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“So, does this mean I can properly call you my girlfriend now? Or do you fall in love with all of your FWBs?” You smacked his arm and he giggled as he laced his fingers in yours with the hand you had just used to abuse him.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Ah, yes. You mean all of the many friends I fuck?” He smirked in response and you just sighed and relaxed into his touch. “No, there’s only room for one annoying asshole in my heart. So I suppose I can accept your proposition…” His smile was both equally parts amused and bashful as he squeezed his arms around you and buried his face in your neck to take in a deep breath of your scent.

“It’s about goddamn time…” He said after another long squeeze and you couldn’t control your sudden urge to smack his cute ass. You squealed out a giggle when he startled and quickly pinned your hands above your head. His eyes were mischievous right before he bent down to bite you on your shoulder, causing you to moan and his cock to jump inside you. His mouth drifted up your neck until he was whispering in your ear. “I hope that was worth it, because now you’re never getting out of this bed tonight.”

And he wasn’t bluffing if the awkward (but not unwelcome) limp in your step the next day had anything to say about it.

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“You’re shitting us. You two?” Hyunjin looked positively floored the next day you and Minho had the group all together and told them the two of you were dating.

“How the fuck did this happen? I thought you hated Minho!” Changbin, equal disbelief in his tone. Minho scowled at him and Changbin held up his hands in a hasty defense.

You had vehemently apologized to Jisung the next time you saw him and told him you’d never forgive yourself for what happened. He just laughed it off and said he was happy for you, but you couldn’t help but notice a touch of sadness in his smile while the rest of the group freaked out. However, Chris seemed a bit sheepish himself as well.

You tried to focus on the smiling face of Felix instead. “Don’t get me wrong, he still properly annoys the everliving fuck out of me, but I guess he passes for a tolerable enough boyfriend.” You smiled teasingly at him and he scoffed at you with a suppressed smile.

“So what does the big bro think about this?”

You smiled wide and confident at Chris’ inquiry and casually answered. “We’re avoiding telling him like the plague.” 

Minho spoke up at this. “So I swear, if any of you motherfuckers breathe a word before we say so, you will end up having a very short lifespan.” The group chuckled nervously and you whacked his shoulder while he had the audacity to act all innocent like he hadn’t said anything wrong.

“Why do you gotta be such a pain in the ass, Min?” You casually repremanded him with little to no bite behind the question, instead chuckling at him.

“Well I guess their dynamic hasn’t changed at least.” Hyunjin scoffed.

Suddenly, the group’s attention drifted to something behind where you and Minho were standing and you turned around to see Tiffany strutting straight up to Minho, acting as if you, or any of the rest of the guys for that matter, didn’t exist. “Hey, Minho! I was wondering if you want to grab lunch with me? I have a coupon for that sandwich place down the road and I thought I could use the company.” She ran her hand down his arm and circled his fingers around his wrist.

What a brazen bitch.

He pulled his hand from her grasp and immediately wrapped his arm around your waist with an annoyed expression directed at her. “Uh, no thanks. I was gonna go get lunch with the guys and my new girlfriend, so I think I’ll pass.” You heard Changbin and Hyunjin snickering behind you and you couldn’t contain your smug smile as you watched the rage morph on her face when she eyed where you and Minho connected.

She scoffed and looked at you like you were a pathetic worm, making you slightly curl in on yourself. The way she could make people feel like trash was one of her best capabilities. “Are you kidding me?! You were really so fucking hungry for dick that you felt the need to prove something to me by taking him? That’s just sad, sweetheart.”

Minho took a step toward her, not actually planning on doing anything violent, only to intimidate her just enough to have the enirety of campus feel the need to give him a wide berth. You held him back anyway and she just scoffed at him.

She slightly leaned around to look at you past his towering form and sneered at you. “Fine, have it your way. I already got to fuck your last boy toy anyway, I don’t need this one too.” Your heart dropped and she gave a wicked smile before turning and, right as she started leaving, you heard a voice speak up from the group of boys behind you.

“Oh just go choke on another cock why don’t you, deep-dished bitch.” She whipped her head around with fury in her eyes before hastily stomping away. You and Minho looked back incredulously at Jisung and he just shrugged. You don’t think you had ever heard anything so malicious from his mouth and a wide smile broke out on your face before hugging him. He gave you a warm hug back and smoothed his hand up and down your spine. “No one talks to my soulmate’s girl that way.”

You smiled up at him and squeezed him once more before returning to Minho, wrapping yourself around him and trying to ignore the fact that your best friend had fucked your ex without you knowing. However, knowing how much the men around you cared about you, you couldn’t bring yourself to give a flying fuck.

Minho leaned over to quickly press a kiss to your head and squeeze you. “Do you…” You vehemently cut him off with a kiss pressed to his lips as you shook your head. He smiled down at you and then began guiding you. “C’mon, Changbin’s gonna pass out if we don’t feed him soon.”

“Yah!” Changbin yelled and Minho cackled right before his phone went off in his pocket.

To both of your surprises, it was your older brother and as soon as Minho answered, you were sure the whole campus could hear the screaming from his end of the receiver. “WHAT THE FUCK MINHO?! MY SISTER?! YOU’RE FUCKING MY BABY SISTER?! YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD, DUDE!”

The two of you looked at each other in terror and you looked over to see Tiffany with her phone out and an evil grin on her face moments before strutting away. That bitch used my brother against me?!?! You turned back to the rest of the guys that had their eyes fixed on the two of you and their horrified looks confirmed your suspicions that they had, in fact, heard your brother’s bellowing.

Well shit.

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Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is a virgin who so badly wants to have sex with Matt, but she’s scared. However when they’re alone in the triplets house things take a turn….this is for the two requests I got for a virgin reader having soft sex with Matt🥹

Warnings⚠️: This is soft cute sex. Virginity lose, and that’s about it 🫶🏽

Song for the imagine: J’s Lullaby(darlin I’d wait for you) Delaney Bailey

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Matt and I had been dating for roughly 7 months at this point. These past 7 months have been the best months of my life. I was surrounded by 3 people I loved, and making memories that would last forever

About five months into the relationship is when Matt and I finally decided to tell their fan base. Since I was always in their videos, some fans started to notice some vibes between the both of us.

Honestly I was petrified to tell them because a lot of their fans were super protective over them, and I’m a sensitive girl. I didn’t want to get any hate. Surprisingly we received way more love, and the occasional hate from some 14 year old, but nothing to make me feel any type of way.

Constantly Matt and I would watch shipping edits of us, some that even showed how we acted like a couple months before we even started dating. We loved it so much

Other times I would watch edits on my own of us, or just of Matt, and the comments had my jaw on the floor.

“I know he gives y/n the pounding of her life”

“He’s a skinny white boy. You know he be laying that pipeeeee”

“Poor y/n…..I know he be tearing her shit up”

Although these comments made me laugh, they also made me blush from embarrassment because they couldn’t have been further from the truth. I was a virgin, and Matt and I had only really made out and got handsy. Usually I’d break away and stop it, and he respected it and never said anything about it.

I knew he wanted to have sex because he’s a 20 year old man, and I for sure wanted to have sex because?? We’ll have you seen Matt??

But in the back of my mind I was so fucking nervous. I had never ever had sex. I’ve never given a handjob, a blow job, a hickey…..I’ve never even seen Matt’s dick.

Many times I would crave this intimacy, but I always allowed my fear to get to the best of me. However I was more than ready to have sex with the love of my life, Matt.

Matt and I were alone at their house since Chris and Nick had an event that Matt really could care less for. We spent the whole day together, and now we were currently in his room watching a movie

The whole time I kept thinking about having sex with Matt, and what it would be like. If I’d be bad, nervous or just out right not cut out for losing my virginity.

“Matt…” I said waiting for him to look over at me

“Yeah?” He said looking over and smiling at me

“Can I ask you something?” I said

“Of course baby” he responded back as he paused the movie

“Do you want to have sex with me?” I asked him, and to this his eyebrows raised

“In general or right now?” He asked laughing a little bit

“In general” I told him

“I mean it’s not something that’s necessarily crossed my mind. Of course I get urges, and want to have sex, but it’s not something my mind is always on.” He responded

“Well how come?” I asked him

“I mean I just care about you, and making you laugh and smile, and spending time with you. I just love to be in your company” he said back

“Oh….well have you ever thought of having sex with me…like at all??” I asked him

“I mean sure. Whenever we’ve had heated make out sessions it has crossed my mind. You know? It’s like I think to myself could this go further” he told me

“Oh…” I responded

“Have you thought of having sex with me?” He asked

“Mmm quite often actually” I said being completely honest

“Oh?” He said starting to blush

“But I know I always pull away before it goes any further” I told him

“Yeah, but I don’t mind at all” he said smiling at me for reassurance

“I guess I’m just scared” I said

“Scared of what?” He asked me with a head tilt

“Well I’m a virgin” I told him

“Oh” he said actually shocked

“Yeah, and I just never felt like I could move forward. Not because of you! I know I want to lose my virginity to you, but because I’m so afraid of being bad, or too nervous that it doesn’t work out” I said to him

“I get that. Losing your virginity is very intimate, and for sure scary. That’s valid” he said to me

“I was thinking maybe we could have sex” I told him

“Yeah of course” he said nodding his head and smiling

“Tonight” I then responded

“Tonight?” He said surprised

“Yes. I think I’m ready for tonight” I told him

“Okay. Then tonight it is” he said leaning over and kissing me

Matt and I had been making out for a good five minutes

“Are you doing okay?” He asked looking into my eyes

“Yes Matt I’m doing great” I said giving him a smile

Matt had kissed down to my neck. Leaving light kisses that were making me burn up inside. He had removed his shirt, and I removed mine as well

“Can I take your bra off?” He asked me leaning back a little bit

“Of course” I said shyly

Matt reaches behind as I lift up, so that he could unclip my bra. Slowly pulling it off of me, and allowing my breast to fall exposed

I started to blush. Never allowing a man to see me this way causing me to get a little shy

“Don’t get shy on me baby. You look perfect” he said giving me a sly smile

Matt had started to kiss my neck, and slowly went down to my breast. Massaging both breast before taking one into his mouth

“Oh Matt” I said in a whisper as my eyes fluttered shut

He then went down to the valley of my breast, and started to kiss down leaving sloppy kisses on my stomach. I was aching for his touch.

He kissed both hip bones before looking up at me

“Can I take your pants off?” He asked, and I nodded

He started to take my pants off as I lifted up a little for him to get them fully off. Matt in return removed his sweat pants as well

He went back to kissing above my underwear. This feeling alone left my hair rising and my thigh quivering

Matt laid next to me, and started to kiss me soon breaking away

“Okay baby. I have to stretch you out” he said. I turned my head towards him and agreed

Slowly he trailed his hand down to my underwear. Slightly dipping his hand in to massage my pelvic area before completely sticking his hand down my underwear

“Open wider baby” he told me, and I allowed my legs to open up more for him

“Perfect” he said, kissing me, and then he slid his hand all the way down coating his fingers in my arousal before bringing them back up to massage my clit

I just gasped and opened my mouth as Matt and I kept looking at each other

“Feeling okay?” He asked

“I feel so good Matt” I told him licking my now dry lips

Math started to rub my clit in circular motions. Allowing me to squirm and moan at this foreign feeling.

“Okay baby this may hurt” he said before sinking his middle finger to my entrance. He was looking into my eyes as he slowly started to insert his finger into me

This was a burning stretch I’ve never felt before, causing my eyes to shut and my brows to furrow

“Ow Matt” I said finally opening my eyes

“Too much? I can stop” he said reading my face

“No no keep going” I told him, and so he did. He slowly started to rock his fingers in and out curving them up to hit my G spot

“Oh fuck” I moaned out

“That feels so fucking good” I said as he started to rub my clit with his thumb

Slowly he inserted his ring finger. This burn was something that almost made me stop him, but I wanted this way too much for him to stop now.

Once he got the second finger in he started to pump in and out at a come here motion

“Oh Matt….ive never felt something like this” I told him as my mouth fell open

“Does it feel good?” He asked

“So so good” I said whispering the last part

He was slowly fingering me for 5 more minutes before he decided to stop

“Do you think you’re ready?” He asked me

“I think so” I told him, Matt removed his underwear and my mouth fell open

“Matt….I don’t know that that will fit in me” I said almost laughing

“Baby don’t boost my ego. It will fit” he said blushing and biting his lip

“This will hurt, so I’m going to go slow, and if it’s too much I’ll stop” he said

“Okay thank you” I whispered to him

Matt had both arms on either side of my head and was looking into my eyes

“Ready?” He asked one more time

“Yes Matt I’m very ready” I told him

Matt grabbed his dick with his right hand and slowly started to push the tip in. Looking up at you to read your face. He slowly started to push the tip in, and as he started to get in is when you winced

“Fuck Matt that hurts” I said gripping his left arm with my right hand

“Want me to stop?” He asked

“No no keep going” I told him

He slowly started to insert himself into me. Paying close attention to my face. Soon he was all the way in, and he let out a sigh

“So perfect,” he said, moving my hair out of my face. Matt was allowing my vaginal walls to relax around him before moving

“You can move” I told him, and so he did. Slowly sliding back and then in. My pussy was still stretching and burning around his dick

He was letting out little moans that were making me so wet.

Slowly Matt started to pick up his pace. Sliding in and out of me in such a delicious way

“Fuck Matt you can go a little faster” I told him

Matt started to thrust into me a little faster and I was completely losing my mind. If sex felt this good, why was I waiting this long?

“Matt this feels so good” I said moaning

“You feel so fucking good around me” he said moaning the last part

Matt had gotten a little more on his knees, and allowed his arms to bend. Coming down closer to me our chests were touching, and his head was right next to my ear

I could hear his pants into my ear as he was thrusting into me

“Fuck Matt you sound hot” I told him pulling his hair at the back of his head

“Yeah?” He said in a breathy tone

“Yes…so so hot” I said as I continued to pull at his hair

Matt continued to thrust into me becoming a sweaty and groaning mess above me

“I’m going to start rubbing your clit, and you’ll be able to cum in no time” he told me before snaking his right hand down to my clit starting to rub

“OH MY GOD” I screamed out at the intense sensation I was feeling

“Too much?” He asked looking at me

“No no just right keep going. Fuck Matt I think I’m going to cum” I told him as I started to clench on his cock causing him to moan

Matt was fucking into me at a good pace and rubbing my clit, going in between slow and fast circular motions

“Matt Matt Matt” I said scratching his back and clenching down on him harder

“Come on baby! You can do it for me” he said rubbing his fingers faster

“I’m going to cum. Fuck fuck fuck” I said shutting my eyes and throwing my head back even more

“Come on. Come on give it to me” he said into my ear

“FUCKKKKK MATTT” I screamed out as I started to convulse and tremble. My orgasm completely washing over me. I was seeing white and my legs were shaking as I was cumming so hard. Slowly I started to come down my from my high with heavy breathing and dry lips

Matt pulled out of me when I stopped twitching around him. I felt weird without his dick in me. He started to pump his cock

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” he said kissing my lips

He pulled away and his lower abdomen started to contract as his mouth fell and his brows furrowed. He looked into my eyes as he came all over his hand and my lower stomach. Slowly coming down from his high and rolling onto his back next to me

“Matt that was amazing” I said looking over at him

“Was it? You don’t have to lie” he said catching his breath

“No matt. It was amazing, and you were so careful with me I appreciate it” I said rolling over to my side and kissing him on the cheek

“Anything for my pretty lady. I love you” he said looking over at me

“I love you too Matt” I said smiling at him

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Follow me let’s shower” he said and grabbed my hands

When I got off the bed my legs completely gave out on me and I almost fell to the ground

“Oh my god Matt…my legs are fucking jello” I said laughing as he grabbed me and helped me walk to his bathroom

“I’m sorry baby” he said also laughing

“I can now say Matt Sturniolo has made me weak in the knees physically” I responded laughing

“Shut up” he said all shyly as he turned on the hot water and let me step in first

We had showered together, and then spent the night watching movies until we eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.

The End

I hope you guys enjoyed this one! And for the two people that requested this I hope I didn’t disappoint, and I’m so sorry it took forever for me to get this out 🥹❤️❤️

-J💅🏽

[billskeis]

TOM KAULITZ PUNISHING THE FEMALE READERR OH MY GOODDDDDDDD!!

they ARE enemies so like shes flirting(kinda?) with billl and he sees that and takes her upstairs since its his party blabhblabala but he secretly likes her ykyky obvi so plspospos

ᡣ𐭩 punishments w tom

you glare at tom from across the room who talks to a group of other people, getting ridiculous and uncomfortably closer with two certain girls. they weren’t really anybody you knew, and you couldn’t deny the fact that they were attractive.

it was tom who got on every single nerve on your body.

now don’t get me wrong.. ever since you and tom met back two or three years ago you never got off on the same footing. constantly at each other’s neck that the rest of the band had to sometimes put the both of you in time out despite being fully grown adults.

you don’t remember what started the feud, nor did you really care. tom’s attitude towards you fucking sucked and you obviously weren’t gonna stick around and let him berate or get on your ass for it.

you weren’t that kinda girl.

before the party started, you were helping the four of them set the house up. putting decorations, setting the food and snacks out, prepping the music. tom insisted everything to be perfect and of course he was on your ass the most and tasked you with completely everything while bill, georg, and gustav basically had their work cut out for them.

thankfully, the three of them felt bad for you and volunteered to help, which led tom to scoff, roll his eyes and leave the room.

“i’m so sorry about tom, y/n, i don’t know why he’s acting like such a dick towards you,” bill sighs. never in his life has he ever seen his twin brother act like this. especially towards a gorgeous woman as yourself.

you were breathtaking, beautiful, and extremely humble about it. the completely opposite of who tom usually goes for in a woman anyway, maybe that’s why he doesn’t attain a certain liking for you?

doesn’t matter, your bill’s friend. not his. (but it would’ve been nice if you were his too)

“maybe he likes you,” georg chimes in, you almost choke on your breath as you attempt to blow up a balloon, “yeah right, he doesn’t even bat an eye towards me, “i don’t know y/n.. when you’re not looking.. tom’s looking right at you,” gustav adds to the delusions.

you on the other hand don’t inch a belief into their words. they’re most likely mocking you. that was until tom came back into the room to your assumptions, grab something, but he just looked at you for a moment, and then left.

rolling your eyes, you just continue to blow up the balloons. after knotting a tie into the rubber, you hit the blown up balloon to an open space in the room. looking up, you see the three of them just staring at you.

“what?” you ask grabbing a streamer, “did you NOT see that y/n?” georg asks back at you with gustav nodding, “i’m sure it was nothing, that stare of his just meant he was secretly judging me..” bill just looked as tom’s one-sided interaction sparked a banter between you and then georg and gustav.

why was his brother acting like this if he liked y/n?

his arm slinks around the girl. she’s shorter than him. and most definitely into him. you didn’t really care for other than the fact that he didn’t even try or matter of fact WANT to be friends with you.

that made you angry, you thought you were a good person. so what was it about you that made him utterly hate you? it’s even worse over the fact that he cannot simply act civil when you’re hanging out with the rest of the band.

clutching the glass in your hand, you finish the alcohol that had been watering down and mixing with the warming ice. you place the cup onto the table and stumble your way towards the couch.

the alcohol hit you a little more than it should’ve, but you didn’t care.

you spot bill, and smile in content. making your way, you plop yourself down on the empty spot next to him.

“hi y/n! wait—are you okay..?” he turns his body slightly to face yours that’s slumped into the cushions, tightly holding onto a pillow. “yeah, i just don’t understand why your brother is a total jerk! i mean he can talk to that blonde broad over there! not that she’s a broad—matter of fact, she’s gorgeous, and she’s done nothing to me.. fuck! bill, what’s wrong with me,” all you could do was rant. you were upset, angry, what more could the world want from you.

a warm embrace welcomes you. it was bill, he rubbed your back up and down and in attempt to comfort you. he himself is curious about his brother’s behaviour, and as your best friend, is willing to figure out why.

“there’s nothing wrong with you y/n, i think tom is just having trouble expressing himself towards you.. but if it makes you feel better, i can talk to him about it.” you never asked bill to do that even though you really did want to, afraid it would dispute something in between them and led to them fighting. you know how much bill valued his brother.

“oh thankyouthankyou bill, you’re the best! just tell me everything after okay??” giggling, your arms swing around bill to hug him closer to your body.

from across the room, a certain someone did not enjoy this.

“and that’s when i— tom??” the woman shouted his name as he walked away from her to head towards your direction. tom clenched his jaw as he made his way across the room, stopping in front of the couch where you and bill sat.

a tap was on your shoulder, you were still hugging bill although he let go of you, still finding the comfort in your best friend. “hm? something wrong bill?” you look at him who’s looking up at something—or a certain someone, above you.

“what the hell do you want?” “get up.” “what?” “i said get up, y/n,” your face contorts. and although you did want a certain relationship with tom, yet again, in no way were you going to let him talk to you like this. “i don’t owe you anything,” “godfuckingdamnit y/n don’t make me do this,” “do what?” you scowl at him.

he sighs deeply, kneeling down to pick your body up, he takes you off the couch swiftly and drapes you over his shoulder. a harsh smack landed on your ass as you yelp, “t-tom!?” he jumps a bit to adjust your body on his, mostly for your comfort as his shoulder dug into your lower torso.

“i’m taking her off your hands, bye bill.” all bill could do was wave the two of you away, sitting there in shock. now he knows why he was acting that way towards you, smiling. he swirls the drink in his hand and takes a sip. a figure sits beside bill and drapes his arm across bill’s shoulder.

“hey,” “hi,” “wanna makeout?” “hm, why not.”

walking up the stairs, your body doesn’t even attempt to fight back. your head was overwhelmed with millions of thoughts as to what the hell was happening right now and it ached from the way you were being carried.

entering a bedroom, tom closes and locks the door behind you to ensure nobody can enter. the music loud and blaring still escapes into the room. tom throws you softly onto the bed, your body bouncing a bit. in attempts to fix yourself to sit on it, you yell, “what the hell is wrong with you??”

ignoring you, tom joined you onto the bed and sat down, he wrestles you onto him to which you first attempted to fight back. but tom works out, and your lazy ass didn’t so we obviously know who won this battle.

tom has you laid across his thighs, your stomach flush to them. “think i didn’t see you flirt with my brother?” “huh? what’re you talking about?” tom whips his arm to land a smack on your ass, “don’t flirt with bill.” “OWwhatthefuck—first of all, i wasn’t even flirting with bill. second, why do you even care?”

smack. the impact of the second hit was even harder than the first one, which led you to wince and bit your lip to somehow soothe the pain.

he doesn’t even answer your questions, which led you to scoff out loud. tom inhales sharply at your small yet impactful reaction, “count.” “n-no—” “i said, count. or else i won’t be using my hands.” you gaze shifts a little more down towards his torso to see the belt that held up his jeans.

swallowing hard, another smack lands on your bum, “fuck, t-three..” “good girl.”

tom rubs circles after each hit he made. after caressing your ass for a moment, he pinches at the hem of your body con dress that hugs your curves quite perfectly in my opinion. “can i lift it?”

you knew there was no use in saying no. because despite this whole facade going on, you wanted this. he wanted this. it was a mutual thing, so you just nodded at him to see him smile. and god, was he just fucking attractive.

yet again tom spanks the flesh to watch it rivet. two bright red spots showing up to reveal how inflamed and sensitive your bum was getting with each hit, “schatz,” “f-fi—i mean, four..” a heavy sigh was heard from above you. you hid your face in embarrassment between your hands until you heard the buckling of a belt being removed.

“t-tom, please..” you whimpered while shaking your head. you knew of the impact of a belt and how hard it would hurt. not that you had any experience in such, it was just common sense y’know? “i know, i know, just but two or three and then i won’t do it anymore, that okay? will you let me do that?”

his words were so enticing, and laced with sweetness that had you swooning. never in your life had you thought you would’ve felt something for tom. you assumed that until the end of time, he would be your sworn enemy.

but an enemy wouldn’t have you bent over his lap and with your ass bare to spank you, would he?

with a whip, tom cracked his belt onto your butt. the sense of leather hitting you way harder than his hand would’ve, you cried into the bed as you gripped onto the bed, “five… t-that’s five,” “well done schatzi, you’re doing so good f’me.. now a few more okay?”

“thank you,” tom hands you a water bottle to drink after engaging in such, indecent acts.. standing near the edge of the bed, you sigh at how awkward he looks above you and pat down at the spot beside you. you weren’t sitting by the way, in no way in hell were you going to after tom had assaulted your butt cheeks, promising that after every hit he would stop, he hit about 20-25 times before you really couldn’t take it anymore.

they sting so bad you probably wouldn’t be able to sit or wear anything tight for a while.

“what’s with the silence? just ten minutes ago you had me on your lap, spanking me,” you joke to lighten the mood. “i’m so sorry y/n, i don’t know what came over me.” as you take another sip, you hand tom the water bottle for him to place on the bedside table.

“no biggie, it kinda gave me closure to find out that you didn’t hate me, i mean, who the hell would spank someone they hate? now THAT’s some real kinky shit,” “but i never hated you,” “well—excuse me for thinking that i did because whenever we interacted YOU were the one being an asshole. not me,” tom blinked feverishly, a little aloof as to not know what to say.

“yeah, that was my bad.. i just, didn’t know if i ever told you that you would like me back, so i shunned you away,” “oh my god tom, that’s not how liking someone works. you pulling that shit, assuming that the person you’re doing it to will make them think you like them; works the complete opposite! me for example!” “that’s what georg and gustav told me to do..” you looked at him in shock.

now why the hell would they set him up like that?

“are you serious??” you ask, “u-uh.. yeah..” “those little—y’know what, they will be dealt with later. but for your information tom, that whole asshole act that you had going on, doesn’t work with me,” “i’m realizing that now, sorry y/n,” “s’okay, the spanking bit was hot. might ask you to do it again. haha,” your joke was able to make tom blush a bit.

he’s never done or acted that way before with anyone.

he rubs the back of his neck, slightly chuckling, “well.. i hope it’s okay now that i have you to show me the ropes, yea?” “i basically HAVE to, but first, you’re taking care of me because look at the state you left me in, then we can discuss this whole ‘liking’ and potential dating thing..”

he turns to look at the sight beside him, your dress was still pulled over your lower body. your ass was always puffy, but it was swollen puffy with a tint of pink to it. tom had left to not only grab a water bottle but aloe vera to rub onto the skin to soothe the redness and irritation.

he plants a kiss onto your cheek, “my responsibility now.”

[lumiaxz]

okokok imagine if baizhu and pantalone tag teamed. They literally look the same just a different mindset 😋

Double Trouble (Slight TW)

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Pairings: Baizhu x Pantalone x Reader

Warnings:, rough sex, Tag-teaming, double penetration, face fucking, Dacryphila, Soft dom baizhu, Mean Dom pantalone, crying, brat taming, Choking, pet names, degrading, (almost) blacking out , hate-fuck. Lmk if I missed anyyyy

A/N: This is kinda…sad? I would definitely read with caution idkk 🧐

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Pantalone is beyond tired of your bullshit, You don’t give 2 flying fucks about anything or anyone but yourself. It doesn’t matter what he does, you don’t care and continue doing it. Fucking you till you can’t speak or walk, does nothing. Choking till you pass out multiple times, does almost as worse of a job. Although Baizhu on the other-hand doesn’t mind it too much, he just ignores you which usually ends things. (usually) The other harbingers suggest just not allow you to come into the quarters nor near him but something about you tells him to not bypass that rule, or anything similar.

After a horribly long and stressful day, Pantalone rants to Baizhu about you, per-usual.

“That girl acts like she’s untouchable, it’s outrageous! How do you manage to just simply ignore her?!”

“It’s quite simple, just pretend you don’t hear her?”

After a few hours of his ranting, You skip into the pharmacy sounding bubbly and ready to cause trouble for both of them.

“Good afternoon, Pantalone and Baizhu!!”

“Not so fast, princess.“

He gets up and harshly grabs you by the hair and drags you into a eerie room. You struggle to get out of his tight grasp. Looking around, you spot things like blindfolds, random toys and seemingly handcuffs bolted to his desk, weird right?

Pantalone throws you onto his desk, but your scrambling allows you to constantly free yourself. Just as you think you’re avoiding these punishments too, Baizhu moves the curtain and enters the room. Baizhu grabs both of your wrists lightly and holds them in place for Pantalone to cuff them on the desk, to completely restrain you.

You assume they’ll try to fuck you to shut you up, which is correct but not in the way you think.

“I’m fed up with you, bitch.” Pantalone curses out

You’re bent over Pantalone’s desk, restrained to is aswell. Pantalone behind you, Baizhu infront of you. Strangely enough, nothing has happened, yet.

Your thoughts were cut short when you felt a harsh blow to your ass, it burned a lot, yet also felt…good? Except your body didn’t react how you felt. Tears streaming down your face.

Baizhu cups your wet face, lifting it up to meet his eyes.

“Aww, don’t cry love. This’ll be over before you know it.”

Enough time had already been wasted, Pantalone was far past patient with you. Your clothes were ripped into shreds within seconds.

Your precious skirt that you valued more than anything, into nothing but scraps of fabric on the floor.

“Come on, Why rip her skirt? It doesn’t take much to just slide it off.”

The wind in the room was enough to make your bare body shiver, not only in fear but cold.

“Stop fucking crying, slut.” Pantalone grunted

You attempt to keep your pride and ignore his order, even if you’re bent over the 9th Harbinger’s desk. Pantalone’s hand makes its way around your neck, tightly. Even with this painful gesture from him, you still don’t cave in.

He slams himself into you. All this time you been laying here, you hadn’t noticed him undoing his pants. He does this as a form of “punishment” all the time, yet this felt different, slightly more painfully than normal.

This sensation has your stomach in a queasy feeling, why?

“Notice anything different, Love?” Asked Baizhu

“No..”

“Your face says otherwise.” He says with a sweet smile

Pantalone swiftly speeds up his pace to cut your conversation with Baizhu, in jealousy?

The grip on your neck tightened, to the point where breathing wasn’t even a option. Baizhu notices that and releases you from the cuffs, how sweet, right? No, he did that only to flip you on your back and clips them back.

“You done putting on a show for her?” Annoyingly askes Pantalone

The mint haired one chuckles before stuffing your mouth with his cock aswell, Easily catching up to Pantalone’s pace.

“Isn’t quite nice to let your frustrations out on the one who caused it?” Asked Pantalone

“Somewhat, It’s hard to enjoy myself if I feel bad for her.” Baizhu says with a sigh

Suddenly, Their paces change and no longer match. 2 Different cocks moving in and out of you at different paces isn’t fun at all, for you at least.

A fuzzy feeling in your stomach adds to the queasy one, this time it burns, alot. Incoherent babbles and “sorry” spew from the corners of your mouth along with a bit of saliva, makeup that you spent hours on, streaming down your face.

Just as you feel yourself building your climax, it just disappears. Almost like it was just ripped from you, They both had pulled out. Baizhu pulling out was more of a relief, Pantalone on the other hand was more of a disappointment.

“Pantalone please I’m sorry..!” You whined

Weird, you were actually begging for him back inside you, almost as if you weren’t crying for him to pull out minutes ago.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” Pantalone says with a grin

Quite ominous of him.

He unlocks the cuffs with a small key that was actually right next to your body. You were stunned, they made the impression that you were trapped but you just had to ask them to unlock it. That thought spun around your mind for awhile as you simple just sat there in utter silence.

Thoughts once again cut short, by Baizhu’s cold hands gently lifting you up from the desk, causing you to shiver. He was holding you like a baby, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on your ass supporting you.

Pantalone walked around his desk to meet you both on the other side.

“Just relax, alright?” Cooed Baizhu

The black haired male grabbed your ass and also helped support you. Somehow, you were managing your tears to not cry just by the touch of him. You were sandwiched between both of these tall long-haired men, Your tits pressed against Baizhu’s chest.

On the verge of tears, you managed to cough up a attempt to persuade them to atleast go slower than before.

“Pantalone.. I’mm s-sorry, please..” you voice, hiccuping in the process.

“Should’ve said that earlier, too late little one.” Pantalone says in a threatening tone

They both enter a hole of yours at the same time, the stretch is enough to force out a moan from pleasure and pain. The tears you had been holding back spewed out as they thrust in and out of you at different speeds. Incoherent “please” and “sorry” flooded the room, breaking the somewhat silence.

From your constant crying and stress on your body, you feel you mind go fuzzy and your vision start to blur more.

“Don’t you fucking black out on me, I want you and your mind right here the entire time.” Pantalone spits out in anger

You try to lay your head on Baizhu’s shoulder but all this time Pantalone was throwing you around, you forgot you also piss off Baizhu regularly.

“Not here either princess, no blacking out.” Sarcastically coos Baizhu

After a few more harsh thrusts they both come inside of you, filling you to your brim. Pantalone pulls out and cleans only himself up. But Baizhu keeps himself in you for a few more minutes before pulling out aswell.

“You alright, love? I apologize on Pantalone’s behalf. I Hope this reminds you to not bother us, ever again” Baizhu coos but with a hint of humor

You feel Baizhu kiss your forehead as he cleans you up.

Safe to say you never bothered them again.

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[peaches2217]

“I’m here to kidnap the king,” Luigi says, leaning into the room where Mario’s busying himself with administration work.

“I was rather hoping you would.” Toadsworth has clearly been assisting him, but now he’s tidying up and sweeping papers aside as Mario’s head swivels back and forth between the two. Then Toadsworth is herding him towards the door and bidding him a restful afternoon as he’s led away. Luigi tries not to find Mario’s flustered confusion funny, but he can’t quite help himself.

That said, Mario looks awful. His eyes are dark and sunken in, his hair and mustache are messier than usual, and the stubble on his chin and cheeks is patchy, like he hurriedly started shaving days ago and then gave up halfway through. It’s not really surprising; Peach is due any day now, and he’s taken on her responsibilities while she’s on combination bed rest/baby watch.

Peach, in fact, is the one who sent Luigi to kidnap Mario. He spends all day fretting over royal duties he’s not as well-equipped to handle and then spends all night fretting over her. The only sleep he gets is when he gets still and his body forces him into rest, but he’s right back up as soon Peach makes the slightest movement or he hears any sound other than basic ambience. And Peach can’t even stand for very long without help at this point, so her efforts to get him to relax and rest have amounted to nothing.

Cue an elaborate plot that involves Luigi, Daisy, Toadette, and Toadsworth, because she knows four people is the absolute bare minimum it’ll take to get him to stop struggling.

So while Luigi leads his bedraggled brother to a spare bedroom, he lets him know that Toadsworth is covering all of his assignments (which he’s more adept at anyway), Daisy and Toadette are keeping Peach company and watching over her condition, they’ll let the brothers know if there’s any developments, and otherwise, Mario is going to sleep for the rest of the day at the absolute least.

Mario, predictably, resists. These are all his burdens to bear! He’s king consort! He’s Peach’s husband! He’s the father of her child! He can’t just put all of this off onto other people! And Luigi just hums and nods and lets him keep ranting while he coerces him into some nightclothes, because he’s sure talking is the only thing keeping him awake at this point.

Somehow, he finally gets Mario to lay down, and he climbs under the covers with him, both because it’s the best way to guarantee he won’t try sneaking out at some point and because he wants to let him know he’s there, and he can, in fact, give his burdens to other people. That alone does wonders. Comfortable, warm, and alone with his brother, Mario cracks and lets it all out: he’s scared, and he feels worthless. Not because he’s not as good a ruler as Peach, no, him being acting ruler is only temporary after all. But he feels like he’s failing her.

Luigi holds Mario and strokes his hair as he sleepily, almost tearfully pours his heart out. The final weeks of her pregnancy have taken a toll on Peach. She’s weakened, and she’s uncomfortable, and he can’t change that. He can help, but he can’t take away her pain. And what sort of a man does that make him? He’s supposed to protect her. He’s supposed to protect them. Surely he’ll make for one sorry father if his inability to help Peach is any indicator. He doesn’t care that he can’t sleep; she’s constantly tired too, so the least he can do is share in her suffering at least a little. He wishes he could suffer more. He would take it all from her if he could, but he can’t, and he’s convinced himself that that’s some kind of moral failing on his part.

Anyone listening could tell you his fears are nothing more than a combination of new parent jitters and sleep deprivation blowing otherwise rational concerns out of proportion, but that doesn’t make Luigi’s heart hurt any less for him. Mario’s top priority has always been the well-being of his loved ones. There’s a lot on his plate right now, and there’s absolutely no way he can manage it all alone, but that hasn’t stopped him from trying. Luigi wishes he would have stepped in sooner.

But for now, all Mario needs is a listening ear and many, many, many hours of sleep. Having given him the former, Luigi encourages him to take the latter, promising to help in any way he can once they wake up. Mario’s family is his family too, after all. And having used up the last of his energy lamenting his woes, Mario finally stops resisting.

“She’s so strong, Weegee,” he mutters, and Luigi can barely understand him. He’s already dozing off. “I need to be strong too.”

“Then sleep, stars’ sake.” Luigi grins and ruffles his hair. “You can’t take care of her unless you take care of yourself too.”

Mario makes a noise that might be an agreement or might be one final protest, and then he’s breathing deeply and evenly. He sleeps until the following afternoon, and Luigi stays by his side the whole while.

[hareofhrair]

An incomplete list of Magnus Archives fic I want to write but probably never will

Romance between a Desolation avatar oc who keeps burning her life to the ground and restarting and a Stranger avatar oc who’s features and mannerisms are constantly subtly changing so they look and act like a completely different person every few days. Desolation starts a new relationship in every city and then watches it go up in flames before she leaves, but she starts to notice weird similarities between her various ill fated paramours and realizes she’s actually just been dating and breaking up with the same person over and over.

Horror short about a Hunt avatar whose thing is being the Perfect Prey, like the Hunt’s version of the anglerfish. Predatory people zero in on her and are compelled to pursue her until they eventually find themselves literally hunting her down with violent intentions, thrilled and horrified by what they’re doing but unable to stop, until she suddenly turns the tables on them and they realize they were the ones being hunted the whole time.

Some kind of “everyone’s avatars” au which starts out as a heartwarming found family thing where they all become monsters together but redeem each other- John’s the Eye of course, Martin’s Lonely, Tim becomes Desolation after he blows up the Unknowing, they kill the Not-Sasha and it regurgitates Real Sasha who has been transformed into a Stranger by the process, Melanie’s Slaughter, Basira’s the Hunt, Daisy become Buried post coffin (it’s complicated), they keep and somehow “fix” Ghost Gerry who becomes an avatar of the End, they recruit Michael/Helen from the Spiral, Annabel Web starts hanging around and they can’t make her leave so she’s eventually just made part of the family through attrition, they recruit Manuela of the Dark because she’s got nothing left after the ritual failed, and Michael Crewe of the Vast just because I like him and I said so, Adelard Decker comes back Corrupted because I’m a heartless bastard, and when the Flesh attacks the institute Melanie cuts off a chunk of Jared which falls behind a filing cabinet and emerges a few weeks later as a semi sentient blob they name Meatball and dress in little outfits. Oh and everyone thinks Georgie is just the token normie but surprise turns out losing her fear was just the beginning of her evolving beyond humanity and whoops now she’s Extinction. With their powers combined Jonah Magnus gets kicked to the curb well before he can pull any shenanigans and yay the world is saved snd we’re basically superheroes now! Except then it turns out their love for each other has actually doomed the world by perfectly balancing the fears in each other, essentially becoming the archive John was meant to be times, uh, 14. Apocalypse time! Yaaay!

Pwp fic about ace voyeur John watching Martin fuck someone else. Tim maybe? That’d be funny.

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

🧚‍♀️ Anon

Sorry it’s be awhile! I was in a slump trying to figure out a good Mythology Story but I did write a list on what JJBA characters would be for certain Gods

Johnathan as Zeus - Hear me OUT!! (He is faithful to his beloved Erina instead of an unfaithful cheater!) He would take a more platonic route because he has his beloved Erina unless they both end up infatuated with someone and are fine with sharing (I fucking hate mythology Zeus because he’s such a dick and deserves death for all the shit he did)

Erina is Hera - She trusts her beloved as he’s faithful to her (Because he would never cheat on her)

Jotaro as Poseidon - This works so well since he’s a Marine Biologist (I feel like he’s the one who ends up being harassed instead of the other way around)

Joseph as Ares - Both are cocky, arrogant and proud when it comes to a battle

Caesar as Aphrodite - This works because of his personality, though he’ll come off as a womanizer and he’s about love and romance (Though I did have a thought of him being Eros a god of Love)

Dio as Hades - He and Johnathan are brothers after all (I feel bad for Hades for this pick because Hades is actually the nicest God in the Greek Pantheon) and it fits since Dio is a Vampire

Kars is either Erebus or Chaos (Because the Pillarmen are an ancient race) and yes, I know it would fit with the Pillarmen to be Aztec/Mayan Gods but I’m unfamiliar with that Pantheon (Except that the gods have long and impossible to spell names that you need to constantly look over to see if you spelt it right 😭) anyways! The Pillarman work as either Primordials or Titans because they’ve been around longer than the Gods

Esidisi is Prometheus (He stole fire)

Wammu is Boreas (He was known as the strongest and cruelest of the 4 Titans of Wind) and he’s known for acting upon violence as it’s more natural to him

Santana is Epimetheus (He lacked foresight in creation but is intelligent, as he was the one who gifted every animal a unique trait until it came to humans)

This is what I have so far! But I have different ideas for certain characters as certain gods or mythical creatures for stories!

Ok so we've already covered Joseph and Caesar. I see Giorno as persephone, born between Dio and a mortal and being taken in by Jonathan and Erina before being brought to the underworld once Dio knew about his existence.

Jonanthan and Erina as Zues and Hera

I like the idea. I think darling would be someone with a position associated with Erina (midwife or celebrant) and excels at it. (Need more poly Jorina in my life)

Erina takes notice of her work and offers to bring her to Olympus to bless her as disciple. However during darlings stay Jonathan and Erina notice certain actions towards darling that they would share. She's sent back before the two eventually they talk about it to eachother and are rather open to the idea of having darling as a third in their relationship.

Awhile later darling is told to come back as there is a wedding being held at Olympus. Wanting to surprise darling that they'll marry her, perhaps under the impression that darling will reciprocate.

Dio as hades

Angered that his brother earnt the loyalty of the other gods Dio has been waiting for a moment to strike Jonathan in a way that hurts.

So I propose that I tie in this part with jojo and Erina's. If darling didn't want the marriage Dio steps in. He offers her to stay in the underworld until this mess all blows over (it won't). After a few months he decides he'll make his move, he tells her that it seems the only way Jonathan and Erina will stop is if she marries another God. He's right there, it doesn't even need to be an actual relationship, she can just go back like nothing ever happened. What darling doesn't know is that the pomegranates he's so graciously offered her have bound her to the underworld, he's told her nothing but lies to fool her into marriage. It's his elaborate plan to make Jonathan relinquish his role to him.

He's considered unleashing the titans but he knows that if he did so that would only put him beneath them. No different then now.

Jotaro as Poseidon

Ok basing this loosely the tale of Andromeda.

Darling is the princess of a coastal kingdom. In an attempt to marry her off they claim she is more beautiful then the sea nymphs. Upon hearing such they begin to ravange the coastal kingdom with tsunamis, promising to stop only when darling is sacrificed.

So darling is chained up to the bottom of the cliff as the tide comes in. The nymphs telling her tales of the serpent that will soon eat her. Only for Jotaro to arrive instead. He tells them to leave before breaking the chains.

Truth is he's had his eye on her for quite some time and now happened to be the perfect opportunity. He will bring her into the depths of the ocean, never to see the land again.

Titan pillarmen

Darling has entered the underworld (either dead or looking to bring someone back) and gets lost deep within, eventually met with four stone statues before her. She hears a voice echo through the cave. "Free us and you shall have whatever you desire" they bellow.

Foolish darling accepts the offer and is told how to break the seal and she does unaware of the titans. She gets what she wants but of course the titans would not simply let her go. She must have the honor of serving them after her fruitful labor. They're probably around 18ft compared to the gods who are around 10 to 12ft.

[princess-leaorgana]

What Tieflings Do Chpt. 12

Summary: After the takedown of The Absolute, Zelphie finds her city in need of more help and her home destroyed. She won't stop helping, but who can help her?

Rolan x Tav (Zelphie; ~30y.o AFAB, Sorcerer, Tiefling, not really described physically on purpose <3)

M/F

Author's Note: I fucking love tielfings. Along with this being a budding romance/smut/fluff/word vomit fanfiction, it's also my case study in DnD 5e tieflings, how they act, what sets them apart from humans and devils and elves. That being said, I have a few artistic liberties in here as well where I couldn't find a straight answer, if you'll amuse me.

Warnings - Spoilers for Baldur's Gate 3, mostly fluff for the sake of fluff with a dash of smut.

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‘I killed him.’

After chaos, a fight that almost wiped her and her crew out, including a very angry aasimar, Zelphie heard the smallest voice. She was perched up high with Gale and someone else. Rolan. Zelphie and Gale looked up from Lorroakan’s corpse to see Rolan staring at his hands. Rolan had given the final blow. He gave Lorroakan a real run for his money. Zelphie had always known Rolan to be talented enough, she had seen him fight before, but this was absolutely something different. She had never seen magic like that before. It was unpredictable, like hers was, and incredibly powerful. Why the hell was Rolan here? Surely, Lorroakan hadn’t taught him all that. Such a simple spell, Thunderwave. Rolan had gloated about his Thunderwave before, Gale thought it was precious and Zelphie assumed Rolan was just egotistical. But he had ended a man’s life with it. 

‘I’ve never killed anyone before,’ Rolan continued, his voice soft, almost cracking. Not like Zelphie had ever heard him speak before. Rolan always stood behind every syllable he uttered, ego was always dripping in his words. Not now. For a good reason, to kill a person was not like any other experience one could have. Zelphie hated that this was her life, constantly bargaining and killing. But she realized, hearing Rolan whimper, it made her realize how desensitized she had become. 

‘Is he dead?’ Zelphie heard Astarion call loudly, irritation in his voice. Gale walked over to the bannister and nodded. Lorroakan of Baldur’s Gate was dead, murdered in his own home. By his apprentice, Rolan. It had been quite the fight, Lorroakan wasn’t alone, but Rolan had defeated his master in one hit. Rolan who had gone on and on for months about this appointment, his apprenticeship with his idol, his hero. A man who had a reputation in Baldur’s Gate for being powerful, yes, but cruel and self-serving. Zelphie knew very well all about Lorroakan, she knew first hand his cruelty. When the group had entered the shop, it seemed Rolan did too, as his face and hands were covered in bruises and cuts. Zelphie had been worried about him. She was more worried about him now. She walked over to the other tiefling and laid her hand gently on his arm. Rolan looked from his hands to her face and he cracked.

’I’m sorry,’ he said and he broke down sobbing. Zelphie acted quickly and hugged Rolan tight. He hugged her back, holding her as if she was every security in the world for him. She rubbed his back, just letting him sob into her hair and shoulder. ‘I’m the monster they always say I am….’ He sobbed and Zelphie shook her head.

’You killed the monster, Rolan. He’ll never hurt anyone again,’ she whispered over his tears. Lorroakan would never be able to hurt Rolan, Zelphie, or anyone else ever again. She wanted to reassure him more, but there was nothing that could be said in a few short words that would make Rolan calm down and accept this. ‘Thank you,’ she added in a whisper and Rolan lifted his head, still crying, but quickly calming down.

’He hurt you too, I didn’t listen before…I-‘

’Rolan, he’s gone. You’re my hero,’ she interrupted him. Rolan stiffened a little and stood up, letting Zelphie go. She looked up at him and he sniffed, giving his nose a rub with his wrist.

’What do I do now?’ He asked her and she smirked.

’Call for Cal and Lia, and get ready for your new title. Rolan, Master of Ramizeth’s Tower,’ she said and Rolan’s face softened. His golden eyes bore into her orange ones. Two things she knew Rolan wanted more than anything, prestige and renown, and the safety it would bring his family. 

‘I do….really like the sound of that,’ he said, a little cocky, a little guilty. He looked up at the high ceilings of the tower. ‘Yes….I do indeed,’ he said with another sniff and Zelphie smiled at him. Rolan would be alright.

—————-

‘You look….’

‘Please shut up.’

Lia stood in the middle of her bedroom in the beautifully magnificent wizard’s tower of Waterdeep, Gale’s home. Now Lia’s home. Lia looked beautiful, a red and gold skirt, a gold veil and a red tailored shirt that showed off her midriff. She looked wonderful, and the strangest part of Lia standing around her room in this beautiful outfit was that Lia chose it herself. 

‘You want to borrow my stockings again?’ Zelphie asked her sister and Lia rolled her eyes.

Lia was getting married that day. She was playfully annoyed, and that was to mask her nerves. Zelphie was the only one allowed in the room, because Zelphie knew how to deal with Lia and multitask getting the other tiefling dressed. Zelphie had crafted new horn clasps and jewelry just for Lia, along with a matching diadem for Gale. Yes, Gale had officially stolen Lia from her family in Baldur’s Gate. As stolen as Lia would allow herself to be. Zelphie clasped a gold chain around Lia’s horns and she sighed, satisfied with her work. She stood back and gave Lia a little once over. 

‘Can I please compliment you?’ Zelphie asked and Lia sighed.

‘Sure,’ she answered softly.

‘You look beautiful, Lia,’ she said and smiled and Lia chewed on her bottom lip.

‘Thank you, Zelphie,’ she said and Zelphie’s grin grew. The door opened and in walked Astarion and Ayla. Little Ayla was toddling behind her statuesque father, holding onto his pant leg. He walked as if a tiny toddler was not latched onto him. Zelphie smiled at Astarion, he was invited into the room for final touches on Lia’s outfit. He hadn’t been the designer, but Lia trusted him to be there on the day to make sure everything was perfect. Zelphie picked up her niece.

‘Doesn’t your auntie look so magnificent?’ She asked the little one. Ayla smiled and reached up for Lia’s hemmed horns. Lia smiled at her niece. Ayla babbled a little and hit a dangling gem and giggled happily at the glittering movement. Zelphie bounced her and the tot looked at Astarion.

‘Dadadadada,’ she said and pointed at the gem. Astarion smiled at his little one, a needle in his mouth.

‘You’re more precious,’ he told her carefully and his long finger pulled at Lia’s skirt, to see how much give it had. A little much. ‘Just a pin, Lia,’ he said and he began to work.

The ceremony was beautiful, Waterdevians certainly did things as grand as they came. Everything was elegant and over the top, the ceremony and reception were full of life. Just joy and food and drink and dancing. Gale had an enormous family, but not big enough to have any tieflings in it besides Lia’s family. The Dekarios clan was lively and open minded, so the tieflings did not feel out of place.

Zelphie was very happy to be out, dancing with her family. Family was still very new to her. When she married Rolan, she didn’t bring anyone but herself. When Astarion married Cal, he brought no one but himself. When Gale married Lia, he brought a whole city. Zelphie loved watching her little ones run around with their new human family members. Meil and Dayryn were chasing each other, tails hitting adults around them as the newest little tiefling of the tower, Sorax, was passed around by old and new family members. Ayla could barely go a few moments before someone complimented her. No one would have guessed she wasn’t Astarion’s biological child. She was a beauty like her father, but incredibly patient and sweet like her other father. The world was better for that little one.

‘Come, sneak away with me for a moment.’

Zelphie was catching her breath, a glass of some fruity alcohol in her hand, watching her little imps cause havoc and make new friends. She smiled, so glad to see them so happy. Sorax was in the arms of someone Lia was speaking to. She should return to the duties of a mother. She watched Cal take Sorax from the stranger and she raised an eyebrow. Where was he off to? Then she heard Rolan behind her and she flinched a little.

‘Oh gods, you scared me,’ she said and smirked at him. He gave her a wide toothed grin and took her hand. The wedding was outside; some vast park in Waterdeep. It smelled like the heavens out here. Rolan led her through a garden and she followed him happily. ‘Are we going to commit a crime?’ She asked and he laughed.

‘Well, not hopefully,’ he told her with a smirk. ‘I don’t plan on getting caught, anyway,’ he added and she giggled.

‘Rolan, I’m not fucking you in the bushes,’ she told him, a little spring in her heeled step.

‘That’s fine, because I’m going to fuck you in the bushes,’ he told her playfully and she snorted. There was a small clearing with a statue of some harvest god and Rolan stopped walking and looked up at the night sky. Zelphie let go of his hand so she could place it on his back. She looked at him for a moment and then looked at the stars with him. He lifted his hand and conjured a large golden blast of light into the sky, letting it fizzle like a firework. Zelphie leaned on him. It was the least powerful thing he ever did, but light shows and illusions were Rolan’s signature. He conjured pink, purple, red, blue, green, yellow, white sparks and smoke, a beautiful canvas of a night sky all with a thought and a flick of his wrist. He was an artist, truly. A light show for his sister and new brother-in-law. After quite the show, Rolan let his hand fall slowly back to his side and looked down at Zelphie, who was smiling up at him. She lifted her hands from his arm and gave him a little applause. He gave her a bow. ‘Oh my dear, you are too kind,’ he said dramatically and she laughed.

‘I’m sure Lia loved that,’ she said and Rolan smiled.

‘Two weddings under our belt, gods be praised no more until…one of the children grows up. To be forty and ready for it,’ he said and she laughed.

‘Are you saying you’re not ready for it?’ She asked and he grinned. Rolan was shy of forty yet. He laughed back at her and shrugged.

‘Not at all, but to be married to you? I forget sometimes…’ he said and looked down at his hands. She took them gently. ‘I think about Lia and Gale and then Astarion and Cal and I wonder, what now for them? Is life different after a big to-do? I just…I never felt as if my life…changed, no that’s not it. We just kept going, you and I. Everything was normal, natural.’

‘Nothing was normal, I was pregnant when we got married,’ she told him and he chuckled.

‘You know what I mean. Just. One day you were my wife, when the day before you were my lover.’ This made Zelphie laugh hard.

‘That is because you called me your wife the day after our first kiss,’ she said and nudged him playfully. ‘I went from being your friend to your wife,’ she teased and he grinned and nodded.

‘Ah yes, well…I’ve never been known to teeter about. When I set my mind to something, that’s it. Why wait? The day I genuinely asked you to be my wife, properly, that was the day I wanted you to be my wife. I didn’t want to wait for all of this to be planned,’ he said and waved his hand and Zelphie smiled. ‘I had waited long enough to ask you. As you and I know, time is incredibly fleeting and precious. Especially back then. I just hope you don’t regret never having this,’ he said and waved his hand towards where the party was. Zelphie just smiled up at him and shook her head.

‘The balls and galas and other weddings and hooplas we have been to these past few years, I don’t need anything like that. No no, Baldur’s Gate is very much aware that the Archmage Rolan is my husband. No audience needed,’ she said with a grin and Rolan leaned down to kiss her. Zelphie kissed him back sweetly and a little sound in the distance pricked her ears. She opened her eyes and looked around. Giggling. She could hear giggling from the bushes. Rolan heard it too, but the couple were very acquainted with their little hellspawn spying on them.

‘I don’t think we’ll ever go without an audience again, my dear,’ he said and leaned back down, kissing her temple. ‘Though, I had been hoping,’ he said, raising his voice a little and Zelphie looked back at him. ‘That we could go to bed soon, we should find Meil and Dayryn so that we can all go to sleep,’ he said and Zelphie smirked. Another fit of giggles and rustling from the bushes and the two small children took off. Rolan looked off to the sound of his children scurrying and cast little light bombs at their feet. The two were screaming with laughter and running as quickly as they could. Zelphie hit his chest and he laughed.

‘They are just going to come back to play with daddy’s magic,’ Zelphie told him and he hummed and looked back down at her.

‘Are you jealous? Do you want to play with daddy’s magic?’ He asked her softly and her stomach did a flip.

‘Rolan!’ She squeaked and he bared his fangs in a cocky grin. ‘I’m not fucking you in the bushes,’ she whispered and he dipped his head down and kissed her neck delicately.

‘You don’t have to do a thing, like I said, I’ll fuck you in the bushes,’ he said playfully and Zelphie gasped as his touch, the feeling of his breath against her neck. Rolan wouldn’t have sex in such a public place, especially a place their children could obviously easily access, but he was no longer above playing with Zelphie where they could get caught. Her arms wrapped around his neck, coiling her fingers into his hair. This was such a comfort to her, holding him like this while he ravaged her. Rolan and Zelphie had known each other for years now, sex wasn’t the exhilarating act it was when they first coupled, but that didn’t slow them down at all. No longer an adrenaline rush, but an act of comfort. They simply loved each other, they loved being with each other.

‘Come inside and treat me like a lady,’ Zelphie muttered and Rolan chuckled against her neck. The couple left their little hideout to go inside the tower they were luckily invited to stay in for the weekend. An entire weekend to celebrate Lia and Gale. Zelphie and Rolan could be selfish for an hour, couldn’t they? They would return to the party and give Astarion and Cal their turn. They weren’t completely alone in Gale’s tower, other people certainly had the same idea as them. Rolan pulled Zelphie quickly to bring them to their room. Their room that they shared with their three children. Zelphie hated that for a moment she thought about what time it was and how Sorax needed to be in bed. That was, until the door was shut behind them and she felt both of Rolan’s hands and his tail on her all at once. She wasn’t really treated like a lady that night. She didn’t really want to be.

They didn’t have very long. Rolan had promised His brother and brother-in-law some time alone with no children if he could be given a little with Zelphie. He couldn’t help himself. The children would be sleeping in their room that night, and he was going to take what he could after seeing his wife dolled up in formal wear. She always dressed so nicely, Zelphie, but the jewels in her hair, horns and ears, the ones dripping down her neck, her exposed collarbone with emerald satin, exposing the ridges around her chest, he couldn’t bear it. To him, she was the stereotypical sorceress, seducing everyone she allowed to lay eyes on her. Rolan’s hand possessively took hold of the side on her neck and head and kissed her. Zelphie sighed against his lips, holding the velvet of his tailored jacket in her hands, as if he would float away.

’You are so beautiful tonight,’ Rolan muttered and Zelphie’s tail wrapped around Rolan’s ankle. Not a day went by that Zelphie did not hear him say that to her. She still loved it and never expected it.

’Only for you, my love, my whole heart,’ she whispered and kissed him again. Rolan kissed her back and stood up straighter and looked at her, holding her face in his hands. Her eyelashes fluttered a little and she smiled at him. He was just looking at her, examining her face, she wasn’t sure. She would enjoy looking back at him. ‘Call me beautiful, but look at you,’ she whispered and Rolan made eye contact with her and smirked. ‘Gods you’re handsome,’ she said and he wrinkled his nose playfully, as he always did. ‘Handsome devil, cheekbones that could cut a diamond and those golden eyes. I’m the luckiest person in all of Baldur’s Gate, to have been able to steal your heart.’ Rolan’s face softened and he shook his head.

‘I gave that to you very willingly years ago,’ he told her and dipped back down to kiss her again. They would be quick, as Rolan didn’t need much more persuading. The man’s ego didn’t need much feeding, not from Zelphie. Any compliment she paid him in the last four years hit him in the back of the head like a Storm Sphere. Even when they had first met, she had complimented a simple light spell he had conjured and it nearly knocked him off his feet. She pulled at his lapels again, sighing against him. Rolan pushed against her gently, urging her to sit on the bed. Zelphie did not need to be persuaded. She walked back until her legs touched the side of their temporary bed. Rolan stepped back a little. ‘Turn around,’ he ordered gently and Zelphie gave him one last peck before she obeyed. She turned and leaned over the bed, bending over. She felt Rolan’s hands immediately on her backside and he pressed up against her. She moaned softly and he grinned, rubbing himself up against her backside for a moment, just playing with her. Her tail slithered up his chest, the pronged tip caressing Rolan’s neck and cheek posessively. Rolan lifted her dress, revealing her underwear and he hissed. Thin purple lace against her red skin. She gasped when she felt his fingers slip under the fabric to touch her wet slit. He had been so quick with it, brushing her underwear to the side to touch her, he knew her curves like the back of his hand. ‘Oh, my sweet love,’ he muttered.

’Oh Rolan,’ she muttered as he stroked her from her whole to her clit slowly. She would be very sensitive for a moment. She arched her back and swayed her hips gently. He gave a satisfied little sighed and began to untie her underwear from the back, freeing her tail completely. Once her underwear was gone, Rolan’s hands returned to her backside and she looked back at him. He was admiring his view, but glanced at her face when he noticed her move. He smirked at her and gave her right cheek a playful little slap. She squeaked and flinched, Rolan didn’t really give way to that sort of thing, spanking, hair pulling, no, just one little quirk of his. So she was a little shocked when he gave her what would have been considered a little pat. Rolan’s grin grew and he moved his top layer and pushed down his trousers, pulling himself out. Zelphie felt his tail wrap around her thigh and she looked away, bracing herself. Her hands were firmly on the mattress and her claws dug into the bedding as she felt the pressure of his cock push into her slowly. She moaned loudly and Rolan grunted, placing a hand over Zelphie’s mouth.

‘Shhhhh…’ he muttered as he thrust into her slowly. ‘I didn’t…put a silence spell…up,’ he whimpered. Zelphie tried to be quiet, moaning still, but muffled by Rolan’s hand. ‘Oh…gods,’ he moaned, his claws digging into her backside. Zelphie panted, knowing Rolan was going to try and be quick. She reached under her dress and began to rub her clit. If she came, he would right after. Rolan leaned over her, pumping into her furiously, like a feral animal. He knew he was being loud, so he put his mouth to better use. Zelphie felt his breath behind her ear. He kissed her skin desperately. She closed her eyes, her mouth still covered by his hand and gave a whimper. She knew what was next. Over four years, Rolan’s biting never ceased. She loved it, but even with four years of practice and very thick tiefling skin, she still needed to brace herself for her husband’s fangs. He pierced her skin after one more kiss and she cried out softly.

The neediness, the desperate rutting was driving Zelphie mad. The way he just fucked her selfishly made her unravel quickly under her own fingers. Rolan was always so put together, so poised, so proper, but when he was having sex with Zelphie he lost every ounce of decorum and decency. His desperation did everything for her, she felt powerful, irresistible. She felt her neck get hot. She focused on that thought, how feral Rolan got over her. It didn’t take much at all. His teeth in her skin, his hands on her mouth and hip, so desperate, his cock thrusting in and out her in quick succession. She went limp and howled. She pulsed around her husband and with a loud grunt and a tightening of his jaw, Rolan came inside of her, whimpering loudly with a high pitched voice.

‘Fuck.’ She heard him mutter, letting her neck go. He kissed behind her ear. Zelphie whimpered and took in a deep breath. Rolan stood up and she followed suit. He wrapped his arms around her waist as her satin dress settled back down around her skin. He kissed the back of her head and she turned around to kiss him properly on the lips.

‘Nice magic trick,’ she said softly and he chuckled.

Still clothed and mostly put together, Rolan and Zelphie returned to the party, searching for their children. Meil could be heard cackling and Dayryn was dancing with Ayla and another little girl from Gale’s side of the family. Zelphie smiled when she found Astarion sitting at a table with Sorax on his chest, chatting to the baby, who was very obviously asleep. Zelphie walked over to Astarion while Rolan went to check up on Meil.

‘Best uncle in the world,’ Zelphie said and Astarion grinned at her.

‘I know, but never not for a price,’ he said and Zelphie took the deadweight off Astarion and cuddled her little one. Astarion stood up and stretched.

‘I’m envious he can sleep through all of this, we’re going to need a silencing spell around Ayla tonight,’ he said and Zelphie smirked.

‘I think Ayla is going to crash very, very soon,’ she said and turned her head to look at the girls losing their minds to the joyful music. Astarion smirked but Zelphie felt his cold fingertip on her neck and she hissed. That hurt. She looked back at Astarion who was smirking.

‘Mmmmm…I didn’t think Rolan and I would have such similarities, you do have a taste in men, don’t you?’ He teased, a little blood on his fingertips. Zelphie’s stomach churned and she placed a hand on her neck. Like usual, Rolan’s possessive instinct kicked in during sex and he had bitten her while her clothes were on. She hadn’t even thought about it, as Rolan always got her in a place she could cover up. Astarion laughed loudly and shook his head as Zelphie felt the burn of embarrassment and she slapped him.

‘Shut up! You have no place to even talk!’ She said but Astarion kept laughing, dodging her slaps.

‘Dada!’ Little Ayla had caught her father and aunt’s little fight, and she had run over squealing. Neither Cal or Astarion were very physical in front of each other and Astarion was hellbent on raising his daughter with decorum and grace. Zelphie was not a great influence. Astarion pointed his finger at Zelphie and sighed, looking down at his daughter.

‘My little sapphire, you are to play with your auntie Zelphie for the rest of the night, and she just told me she wanted to have a special dance just with you,’ he said, his voice dripping with annoyance, but he had a flashing smile for his darling girl. Ayla’s smile grew and Zelphie had her hand over Rolan’s bite mark, muttering a healing spell under her breath. ‘And! You are going to have a sleepover with Dayryn, won’t that be fun my love?’ He asked and Zelphie smirked at him. What was another toddler in their room? Ayla squealed and nodded.

‘Go tell Dayryn, I’ll be right there,’ Zelphie said and Ayla took right off to tell her cousin they would have a sleepover. Zelphie looked at Astarion, who was looking very proud of himself.

‘Go on, go have fun,’ she told him and nudged his arm. Astarion kissed her cheek and walked off to go find Cal. What a funny little game the four of them were playing. Zelphie patted Sorax’s little back, still very jealous that the baby could sleep through all of this. She swayed to the music and watched the dancing and laughing going on around her. She couldn’t help the big smile on her face. She mused about what Rolan had said to her, about their lack of a wedding celebration. Maybe they should have had one. Who the hells would have even been invited? Astarion? Jaheira, Wyll, maybe. Their social circles were very narrow back then. They still were. As powerful as Rolan was now, that didn’t earn him friends. Though, maybe an anniversary could be celebrated with their loved ones, once their children were grown enough. Yes, that would be lovely.

Rolan returned to her side with a very sleepy Meil on his hip. Zelphie pouted at her little boy when she saw his grumpy face. Yes, it was time for bed. Zelphie collected the girls, who were not happy about going to bed. They were promised a dance, now they would go to bed? What a horror. They complained all the way up to the family’s little bedroom. Zelphie got the girls ready for bed while Rolan changed and laid Sorax down. Meil was already passed out in his cot. Rolan attempted to undress him.

‘Oh look at you two! Oh I could eat you right up!’ Zelphie said happily and pretended to bite at Dayryn who squealed happily. Zelphie tickled Ayla with her tail and the two girls rolled away from Zelphie, having a fit. Their mood certainly lightened. The girls were terribly cute, all of the children at Ramizeth’s Tower were, in Zelphie’s eyes at least. They drove her up a wall, but she loved them terribly. Especially like now, right before bed. All fresh and clean and giggly before they knocked out for the night. 

The girls crawled into Dayryn’s cot and Zelphie tucked them into bed. She kissed them both goodnight and they giggled a little more while cuddling each other. It was going to be a long night. She hoped Astarion and Cal were having fun. Zelphie stood up and walked over to her bed, Rolan was stretching, just about to climb into the bed.

‘Daddy!’ Dayryn called and Ayla giggled. Rolan shook his head and walked over to his little one. Zelphie watched him kiss Dayryn goodnight.

‘Be good,’ he said and gave her another kiss. Ayla got one on the forehead. The girls giggled some more and he sighed, standing back up straight. ‘I love you,’ he said and Dayryn giggled.

‘I love you too daddy,’ she said and Zelphie heard Rolan sigh. I love you too daddy was Rolan’s weakness. Especially from Dayryn’s mouth. He was a feared, respected Archmage. He was a minister of magic to the council of Baldur’s Gate and was heralded across Faerun. He always kept himself collected and composed and was quite the imposing figure. But around his family, from Cal and Lia to little Sorax, even Astarion, he was an adoring patriarch. Maybe a hex, curse, or spell could not defeat him, but his son’s laughter or a kiss on the cheek from his daughter could stop his whole world.

Rolan crawled into bed and waved the lights in the room off. Sleeping in the dark was still not his favorite, but the lights would stay off until those girls fell asleep. Zelphie cuddled up close to him, placing her cheek gently on his shoulder and lifted her hand just above his chest. A golden glow appeared from her hand, not fire, just light and Rolan smiled at her and kissed her gently. A stifled giggle from the other side of the room made Rolan sigh and leaned back. Zelphie giggled at him and kissed his cheek.

’Goodnight.’

[lifetimeoftired]

I really like the Vergil/Lady ship in dmc and here’s some thoughts I have about them in no particular order.

-  Both Vergil and Lady are stubborn ‘my way or the highway’ kind of people, and they have good reason to be. But that stubbornness also breads violence, so when upset, they tend to lash out without knowing the full situation, though Lady is slightly better at admitting when she’s overreacted. Still, the violence in them would make for pretty interesting interactions. Especially considering Vergil can’t just stab her because she will shoot him back, and if she dies that’ll just start the feud all over again and he’s tired.

- Obviously they both hate Arkham, but what really interests me is that both love their mothers dearly, but Vergil has spent a long time convincing himself he resents her for ‘abandoning’ him. Lady’s relationship with her mother isn’t really talked about, but I’m sure she’s grown to both worship and resent her mother. On one hand, the worship comes from the fact that she’s a martyr, a victim to an evil man’s schemes. Stolen from her long before she should have lost her for now other reason than cruelty and selfishness. On the other hand, why did she choose Arkham in the first place? Why couldn’t her mother see the monster that he was? Those feelings she’d repress hardcore and lean further into loving her mother and seeing her as better than she was. Vergil does the exact same thing, but with his father. He does say he blames weakness no his humanity because Eva couldn’t protect them, but I think on some level he also resents that his father, what he considers to be a powerful being, also was not there to protect all of them. But he can’t hate his father, that would mean hating the reason he’s still alive. I think if they ever got to actually talk about, they’d bond over this ‘I can’t hate the parent I want to because that would mean I’d have to acknowledge the other parent’ feeling. Lady would notice it in Vergil first, being slightly more willing to be vulnerable, might say something in a backhanded way that only Vergil would be able to pick up on, cause backhanded is a second language to him by now.

- And of course Lady doesn’t put up with his shit. As much as it would annoy him that some mere human was calling him out, after seeing his own child and the humanity in Nero that saved him and Dante, he’d give her the time of day he would not many other people. After all, she is one of the few humans able to march into hell and still win- himself non withstanding because he’s that strong of course. But she did fight her way through Temen-ni-gru and he’d respect that. And when he gives just that little bit, she shows him empathy once she really understands why he’s done what he did. 

- They also both care deeply for Dante, but due to trauma and pride have to act like they don’t. Once Vergil comes back and they both realize Dante is Not Okay(tm) when he can’t see Vergil, he makes a deal with Lady, Trish, and Nero to keep an eye on him when they can (not realizing Dante’s asked them to keep an eye on Vergil) and Lady’s the one who does it the most often since Nero has the kids and Trish is terrible with getting Dante back on his feet. Lady and Vergil work out a schedule and everything, bickering like an old married couple about Dante.

- Also Vergil and Lady arguing about guns vs devil arms would be extremely amusing. She insists there’s nothing wrong with guns, and Vergil is very much face demons man to man. This kind of spat often ends with them physically coming to blows, but Lady knows he’s not actually going to harm her by this point. He’s not going easy on her, he’d never disrespect her so, but the fights always end with her life and limbs intact. And that’s more than enough reason to keep fighting him. And they come to a grudging admiration of each other’s abilities since Vergil actually honed his skills through years of practice, just as she did, and they both are constantly coming up with new moves to show off and try to win these fights. They still don’t agree on guns versus devil arms, but if they give in, they have no reason to keep fighting.

- Also, after years of dealing with Dante, Lady would actually know when to back off when calling Vergil out. But unlike Dante, Vergil doesn’t joke circles around her, he gets Mean. And those are times they don’t fight with weapons, just words, but it hurts worse like that. But after they’ve both cooled off some, Vergil, older now, wiser than he used to be, does try to make an apology of sorts. He never admits to going overboard, but he brings her things he knows she likes, and she grits her teeth, breathes, and tries again. 

- Lady's the one who teaches Vergil how to shoot properly. In dmc3 he was only able to because he was leaning on Dante, but he never bothered to learn how to do it properly. So, to her surprise, he accepts when she teasingly offers to teach him. He’s better than expected, but there’s plenty of room to improve. And he takes that as a challenge, one she’s happy to meet.

- I think about that scene in 3 a lot where she’s sitting there, all slumped over and falling apart after giving Dante Kalina Ann, and Vergil walks right past, and only then does she get up. I like to imagine in my wild shipping delusions that he tells her there she can give up if she wants, but Arkham is of no consequence to the twin’s and their battle and will not be standing in their way much longer. Even if he doesn’t bother her at all, in a way, Vergil’s actions here I think are one of respect. He respects that she wants Arkham dead, and is willing to kill her own father for what he did. But if she’s not going to commit to it, that he does not respect. So if he says something, it’s to motivate her to see if she’ll actually do it. If he doesn’t, it’s because he’s annoyed that she won’t. Years down the line, he’d bring this back up and they’d talk about it, and it’s one of the few times he admits to respecting her at all. Gives her a ton of complicated feelings about it.

- One interesting thing that would come up is when he’s talking to Arkham and mocks him for still having softer feelings towards his daughter. Because Vergil wanted his parents to love him, so he would hold so much disgust towards Arkham and be unable to acknowledge it’s because Arkham is a terrible father. He’d say this, after all these years and after she’s earned his trust, that Arkham should have done better by her.

- I like to think Vergil does actually think highly of her for killing her own bitch of a dad. Lady doesn’t. After all, you never really recover from killing your own parent even if it’s for the right reasons. She tells him that, and mentions that she said the same to Nero. And he thanks her for it. So many softer feelings because he can attribute, at least in part, that he’s alive thanks to her. And even though it’s still a mess in her head about killing Arkham, there’s something really touching about Vergil acknowledging her strength anyway. Of course, some things aren’t said aloud, they just say it in the way they stand a little closer.

[erimeows]

Priorities

Jumin Han is uncomfortable as he sits across from his father, tapping his finger tips against the tabletop of the table they’re at in the middle of the brewery-restaurant. 

While lunch with the Chairman tends to be a pleasant occasion, Jumin knows the moment that Juyoung comes into the restaurant that this lunch is going to be the exact opposite of that.

Usually, they meet to talk about business ventures. But, when the other man walks through the door without any other businessmen or even any files held in his wrinkled hands, Jumin knows that this isn’t about business. 

It’s a personal lunch.

And that’s not inherently bad. Lately, though, the chairman has been concerned about his personal life. It makes sense- he’s thirty, unmarried, his best friend since childhood was shot dead, his other best friend is now in a mental hospital in another country, and he spends all of his time with his aging cat. Understandably, Chairman Han is concerned and doesn’t understand Jumin or how he grieves. 

Instead of putting his feelings out there for the world to see, Jumin chooses to act like his mother and keep his grief locked inside. Sharing it with others won’t help him, anyway.

But of course, his father couldn’t possibly comprehend that- because deep down, he and Jumin are nothing alike. So, like Juyoung does when he’s upset, he tries to encourage Jumin to find something to make him happy and distract him from everything that’s happened. 

The two men order their food and craft beer, exchanging smalltalk between bites and sips. 

Juyoung is going through yet another divorce. Jumin found out from the tabloids before he heard the news from his father’s mouth. He doesn’t mind either way, though. He’s not surprised. All of his father’s relationships are failures. Every time, he tells his father that the new woman he’s with is after him for his money, and every time, his father dismisses his concerns. Then, when it inevitably blows up in the chairman’s face, he says he knew all along that something with his wife was off. Jumin can’t help but roll his eyes as his father continues to complain.

“Ah, I should’ve known she was no good when she told me the ring I proposed to her with wasn’t big enough!”

“Yes, Father, that’s what I said to you when you informed me how displeased she was following your proposal,” Jumin sighs. “Despite the thousands of dollars you spent to go to France such short notice…”

“Oh, don’t act like you knew,” Juyoung offers a dismissive wave and shakes his head, then gestures to Jumin with his fork. “So, son, have you had any luck?”

Jumin finishes his food, dabs his mouth with a napkin, and sets his silverware down on the plate in front of him before furrowing his brow in confusion.

“Any luck in what regard?”

“You know, dating? At this rate, I’m gonna be on my tenth wife before you get your first girlfriend,” The Chairman jokes.

“And who said I want a girlfriend?”

“Well, a boyfriend is fine, too! I’m very open-minded-”

“No, no, Father,” Jumin huffs and takes a swig of his beer. “What I meant was… Why are you assuming that I want to date at all?”

His father frowns, a concerned expression taking over his face.

“It’s about time that you start prioritizing love in your life. You have me, and I love you so dearly. I’m proud of the man that you’ve become and I wouldn’t change a thing about you, but I won’t always be here to love you,” Juyoung explains. “I just want you to have someone aside from your cat and your little group. Elizabeth won’t live forever, either.”

“You say that you wouldn’t change me, yet it seems as if you’re dissatisfied with the direction I’ve taken in my personal life,” Jumin points out, hurt welling up in his chest. He’s not a sensitive man, but he loves his father dearly, so the chairman’s opinion holds a lot of weight. With Juyoung constantly criticizing his non-existent love life, he can’t help being upset. No matter what Jumin says, every time they have this conversation, it goes the same way- and the next time they have a lunch where Jumin shows up without a woman on his arm, his father will be disappointed in him yet again. “My ‘little group’ happens to be full of my dearest friends. They are enough support for now, and in regards to Elizabeth, I am fully aware that she will pass soon. The last thing I need from you is to be reminded of that.”

“I just-” Chairman Han pauses, then looks away, unable to meet Jumin’s eyes. “I would love for you to have someone to cherish… Someone who isn’t tied to V and his fiance.”

“A woman will never help me to get over what happened to V or over the things that Rika did. It’s shallow of you to think that all of my problems can be solved by falling in love. I’m not like you, Father,” Jumin hisses in a low enough voice that none of the other patrons are able to hear him. Still, Juyoung won’t meet his eyes, even as Jumin stares at him with an icy glare. He normally wouldn’t be this disrespectful, but after so many instances of the same monotonous argument, he’s grown tired of his father’s persistence. “I’m not going to ignore the things that are wrong in my life and distract myself from my flaws by putting all of my time and attention into a woman who doesn’t even want me.”

As Jumin finishes the rest of his beer, his father guiltily frowns while looking at the reflection of himself in his. 

“You know that’s not what I meant, son. You should never use a woman as an excuse to ignore your problems.”

“Then why is it acceptable for you to do it and insist that I start doing the same?”

“Jumin… Don’t be like this. You know that I only want what’s best for you.”

Just then, the waiter comes by with the ticket, to which Juyoung gives the man his credit card. The waiter quickly bows and retreats back to the front desk of the restaurant.

“Yes, I’m aware,” Jumin takes the opportunity to stand to leave, so agitated that he can barely look Chairman Han in the eye. “Thank you for the meal, Father.”

“Promise me you’ll think about what I said,” Juyoung says, reaching out to grab Jumin by the wrist. Jumin turns to look back at his father over his shoulder. “I want to see you happy.”

“...Yes,” Jumin nods, eyes falling shut. “I promise. As always, I carefully consider your input… But you do know by now how I feel about this.”

“Okay. I’ll see you soon, son.”

With that, Jumin rushes to get out of the restaurant as fast as he can. He tosses his coat over his shoulder and brings it with him instead of taking the time to pull it on. Then, he locates the car that Driver Kim is in, gets into it, puts on his seatbelt, and uses his cellphone to check on RFA’s messenger. 

Jumin Han has entered the chatroom.

Upon entering the chatroom, Jumin notices that Jaehee, Zen, and Yoosung are present. He briefly wonders why Seven isn’t there. For some reason, disappointment washes over him at the realization that Seven is offline, but he tries to ignore it as he watches messages flood onto his phone screen.

Jaehee Kang: Mr. Han, how did lunch with your father go?

Jumin rolls his eyes. It’s been years since Jaehee quit her job as his assistant to open her coffee shop, yet she still calls Jumin ‘Mr. Han’ regularly. Since she’s no longer his assistant, and has since become a good friend, he can’t help but become uncomfortable when she refers so formally.

Jumin Han: Jaehee, I told you that you can call me Jumin now.

Jumin Han: Since you are no longer my assistant.

Jaehee Kang: Right,

Jaehee Kang: My apologies- it is quite the adjustment after almost three years…

Jumin Han: I understand, but to answer your question, it went…

Jumin Han: Not the best.

At that, Zen decides to contribute to the chat, to which Yoosung quickly follows.

ZEN: ????

ZEN: What happened dude

Yoosung★: Yeah, your dad’s a pretty nice guy! What’d you do? Lolol

Thankfully, as Jumin rides in the car, Driver Kim doesn’t talk to him. Having been Jumin’s chauffeur for as long as he can remember, the man can easily sense when Jumin is or isn’t in the mood to chat. So, he plays calming classical music and puts up the privacy window between the front and back seats. 

Jumin Han: I didn’t do anything,

Jumin Han: He, however, is insistent that I prioritize ‘love’.

707 has entered the chatroom.

Saeran has entered the chatroom.

Jumin’s frown turns into a smile upon seeing Seven and his twin brother’s names on his screen. Years ago, after you suddenly joined the organization, Rika’s ‘Mint Eye’ was exposed. Seven went on an insane man hunt to find his brother and, with Jumin’s help, took the organization down and got Rika hospitalized. V died during the raid and Jumin doesn’t think he’ll ever ‘get over it’ like the rest of his friends think he has, but he’s managed to adjust somewhat well to this ‘new normal’.

Or, as well as he can adjust considering that he’s been left in charge of the RFA and no longer has a reliable chief assistant. He tried to get you to work for him, but sadly, you were determined to help Jaehee with her coffee shop. So, he’s busier than ever with work, constantly being hounded by his father about his lack of a girlfriend, and grieving his best friends.

Life is… Stressful, to say the least. As much as he hated them before, Seven’s jokes have been a comfort to him the last few years, so Jumin logs in at the times that Seven is normally there. The man has started working as the head of C&R’s security division since leaving the agency he previously worked for, so Jumin has become quite fond of him as a friend- and as an asset to his business- despite his peculiar sense of humor.

707: Whoot whoot~

707: Who’s this guy!?!?

ZEN: lol Seven, did you read what Jumin said?

707: ya

707: and I agree with daddy dearest

707: what’s wrong with a little love in your life Juju? Lol sounds like you need it 

Saeran: His love life isn’t any of our business…

ZEN: I actually have to agree with Seven for once… A girlfriend wouldn’t kill you, Jumin. God knows you could stand to loosen up a bit

Yoosung★: Yeah Jumin, I don’t get why you’re single still when you could have anyone you want! 

Jaehee Kang: You all have to understand that Chairman Han has always had a rather turbulent love life. 

Jaehee Kang: Following his advice in regards to love… It’s never wise. Perhaps it’s best that Jumin stay single. 

Saeran: I mean it’s fine if he stays single because he wants to, but he shouldn’t do that just because his dad’s type happens to be gold diggers… 

707: where’s (y/n)? They might have some good insight!

Jaehee Kang: Unfortunately, (y/n) is busy covering for me while I’m on my break. I should actually get back so they’re not alone at the counter for too long. 

Jaehee Kang has left the chatroom.

Jumin Han: I’m single because there is no one that I want. That is all there is to it.

707: damn lol you must be picky !!

Saeran: Harsh.

Jumin Han: And I don’t believe it is my father’s business to try and force women onto me… Especially after everything that has happened with my mother- his first wife- and especially considering his terrible taste in women…

ZEN: Is it really that bad?

Jumin Han: He’s been divorced four times.

Jumin Han: The fifth divorce is currently being deliberated in court.

Jumin Han: So, you tell me if it’s ‘really that bad’.

ZEN: Damn dude, that’s brutal

Yoosung★: Wow, it sounds like your dad is having a hard time with relationships

Yoosung★: That’s so sad ): I feel bad for him

707: eh, I don’t lmao. I mean you’ve read about them right?? And every time mr. chairman has a new gf Jumin comes in here and complains about how terrible she is, and he’s always right

707: Jumin tries to warn his dad about the type of women he picks up 

707: and his dad never listens! 

Jumin Han: Exactly. I wish he would leave me alone about settling down… I still have plenty of time.

Saeran: Yeah, you do.

Saeran: You’re only in your twenties. And a relationship doesn’t guarantee happiness… you can stay single and live just fine.

707: I’ve been seeing looooooots and lots of articles about you lately, Mr. Trustfund Kid 

707: ‘Does Jumin Han is gay?’ rephrased in a gazillion different ways for headlines lmao

Jumin Han: Don’t even get me started.

ZEN: Oh, yeah, I’ve been seeing em too

ZEN: people think you’re gay because you don’t have a girlfriend or anything lol

ZEN: Kind of a reach tbh

Yoosung★: Wow, really? I hadn’t heard that people were posting stuff like that online

Saeran: You haven’t seen any of the tweets? none of the clips from the news? none of the youtube vids with weird photoshops of Jumin and Zen making out and Jaehee being jealous in the bg even though she’s the only one in the group that’s actually gay?

Saeran: It’s been the main cover story of every news station for like two weeks 

Saeran: You really are a recluse yoosung 

Yoosung★: :p Saeran you wanna hop on a stream with me?

Saeran: Sure ((:

Yoosung★ has left the chatroom.

Saeran has left the chatroom. 

ZEN: Can’t believe those two just left like that in the middle of such a serious conversation…

707: anyway, mista trustfund

707: I bet those articles are just making your dad nervous

707: though rather that’s for publicity reasons or because he himself is nervous about you being gay…

Jumin Han: My father may have poor judgment, but he isn’t homophobic. 

Jumin Han: He doesn’t even care about me having children. He mainly wants me to settle down because he believes it’ll make me ‘happier’.

Jumin Han: He has grown especially concerned about me becoming lonely after Rika’s hospitalization and V’s passing…

ZEN: Can’t you just tell him you have a girlfriend? If you think it’ll ease his nerves a little bit

ZEN: You could even tell him that you broke up because she cheated on you or something- then he’ll feel bad and stop talking about it for a while!

ZEN: Get creative

Jumin Han: Ah, yes, get creative with lying to my own father who only has my best interest in mind.

707: it’s not like you’d be lying to be malicious

707: just to ease his stress! Think of it as getting creative with appeasing your father’s concerns about his lonely son

707: it’s really not that bad of an idea, but there is one issue

707: What about when he wants to meet Jumin’s “girlfriend”? Then he’s screwed

ZEN: He has enough money that he could hire a thousand girlfriends

ZEN: Hiring one shouldn’t be that much of a challenge

Jumin Han: Until she goes to the media, tells them about my hiring of her, and gets a massive paycheck in return for ruining my family’s reputation.

Jumin Han: We’re already dealing with plenty of issues following my father’s most recent divorce- the last thing we need right now is another blow to C&R’s public image.

ZEN: Oh… Yeah

ZEN: Good point 

ZEN: Rich people problems smh

707: So what you guys are saying is that it just has to be someone he knows who he can trust not to tell any news outlets!

ZEN: I mean, I guess? But literally the only two women that he knows are…

Jumin Han: Jaehee and (y/n), yes… And asking either of them for this monumental favor feels disrespectful to their relationship. 

707: Yeah… nvm

707: Well, actually 

Jumin Han: What is it?

707: You know how I cosplay?

ZEN: Oh, god, I get where you’re going with this

ZEN: Gonna save myself the embarrassment and leave. I’ll be sure to drop a selfie to purify the chatroom later lol, bye guys

ZEN has left the chatroom. 

Jumin Han: I… Don’t understand 

707: I could just pretend to be your girlfriend!

At that, Jumin blinks and rubs his eyes, then looks at the screen again to make sure he’s reading Seven’s words correctly. Seven… Pretending to be his girlfriend.

Out of all of the ideas they came up with… It is, unfortunately, the best one to dissuade Jumin’s father.

707: it’s perfect : D and I’ll be so annoying that he’ll pray you never date again because you have such terrible taste in women

707: We’re friends, you know I won’t betray you by selling you out to anyone who might want to know about this, AND believe it or not, I’m a VERY convincing woman 

707: 707, the Defender of Justice, coming through once again!

Jumin Han: Something is telling me that this seems like a terrible idea.

Jumin Han: But… I can’t think of any logical reason why it wouldn’t work. 

Jumin Han: Why don’t I reach out to my father and arrange a dinner?

707: Sure!

707: Just lmk my bae character : D

707 has left the chatroom.

Jumin Han has left the chatroom. 

Right as Jumin logs out, Driver Kim pulls up to the penthouse. Jumin exits the car and enters through the gates as a sigh falls from between his lips. 

Hopefully Seven’s plan works…

Jumin walks into his penthouse, sits down on the lush white carpet, and smiles with relief when Elizabeth 3rd crawls into his lap. She lies down, purring as Jumin dials his father’s phone.

“Father? I wanted to apologize for how I talked to you at our lunch today… Yes, I’d like to make it up to you. I was afraid to introduce the two of you, but I met someone recently. How would you feel about attending dinner with us next week?”

“That sounds wonderful, son.”

~

And so, a week later, Jumin is walking into the fanciest fine dining restaurant in Seoul with Seven on his arm. After sorting out some minor details- from Seven’s disguise (a classy and feminine look) to how Seven would act (like himself) to what name he would use (his true name, Saeyoung, because it’s considered feminine)- they managed to arrange a time and date. They are quickly led by the maître d' to their private table, where Juyoung is already waiting for them. 

“Wow,” A knowing sort of look crosses Chairman Han’s face the moment he lays eyes on Seven. For a moment, Jumin panics. His father has seen Seven in passing multiple times at the RFA parties and at C&R. How stupid he was to think a disguise like this could fool him… But then, right as Jumin is about to burst into an awkward apology for even thinking of doing this, Chairman Han’s expression changes to one of delight- and Jumin starts to think that he must’ve imagined that other one. “Jumin, what a beautiful young lady you’ve found.”

“Why, thank you, sir! You’re Chairman Han, aren’t you?” Seven sits at the table, directly across from Juyoung. He holds his hand out for the chairman to shake- and, just then, Jumin notices how Seven is dressed; delicate, dainty pale hands with his fingernails painted ruby red, mascara and eyeliner adorning his amber eyes, a light blush dusted across his soft cheekbones, and a beautiful green dress adorning his narrow-set shoulders and curvy hips. His glasses are abandoned in favor of a pair of contacts, and his short mane of bright red hair is covered with a straightened auburn wig. The long hair goes down to the middle of his back, and there’s straight-cut bangs in the front that cover his forehead. “You’re very handsome. I can see where my Jumin gets his good looks from. You know, you look way better in person than you do in the pictures Jumin takes!”

The greeting makes Jumin’s ears ring- both because of the backhanded insult about his poor photography skills and because of the ridiculously high-pitched voice that Seven chooses to communicate with. Oddly enough, though, it makes for a convincing woman, so Jumin just grits his teeth and accepts it as he waits for his father’s reaction.

“Ah, that’s true, isn’t it? We’re lucky my son didn’t decide to pursue photography,” Chairman Han holds his hand out and shakes Seven’s before pressing a kiss against the hacker’s knuckles.

Jumin lets out a sigh of relief.

“Well, honey?” Seven turns to Jumin with a shiteating grin, sounding sickeningly sweet. It’s clear that he’s enjoying this. Jumin wonders if he shouldn’t have agreed to trick his father… Perhaps Seven’s behavior is going to be his karma. “Why don’t you come sit down with us?”

“Yes, Jumin, don’t look so uptight,” His father agrees. “Treat this like any other get-together we’d have. Saeyoung is part of the family now.”

Jumin sits down, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from scolding Seven. Of course- of course- the man would enjoy messing with him, even in this context. Jumin sits next to Seven and damn near jumps out of his skin when one of Seven’s hands is creeping over to hold his underneath the table. He allows Seven to unfold his tightly clasped fist and lock their fingers together, resting their intertwined hands on top of Jumin’s thigh. From across the small table, Chairman Han reaches forward to ruffle Jumin’s hair.

Meanwhile, Seven is still sitting there with a shiteating grin on his face, clearly getting some sort of sick pleasure from watching Jumin writhe. 

Jumin rolls his eyes. In hindsight, he should’ve expected it to play out this way.

Seven never does favors for free, after all. 

~

The dinner goes worse than Jumin imagined, but better than he expected. Seven and his father chat for the entire meal while practically ignoring Jumin, which he supposes he’s glad for. Not having to contribute to the conversation made the already exhausting ordeal much less mentally taxing.

Unfortunately, the plan did not seem to work. At least not entirely. His father believes he’s dating and will probably stop bothering him for now about getting a girlfriend. The caveat of that, however, is that Seven didn’t annoy the ever living hell out of the chairman like they expected. Rather- Jumin’s father seemed to be charmed by Seven’s peculiar sense of humor, and insisted that they get together again soon, possibly even without Jumin there. 

Jumin sits in the passenger’s seat of Seven’s car, his face bright red and his hair still ruffled from his father’s affectionate gesture as Seven drives him home. While he pointed out that he could just call Driver Kim to take him home, Seven rebutted with the fact that his father might find it odd if they left in separate vehicles.

“I gotta say, I did a great job!” Seven grins as if this whole situation isn’t bizarre. He reeks of expensive floral perfume that he doesn’t normally wear- or maybe he does? This arrangement is making Jumin notice all sort of things he didn’t bother to pay attention to before, from the jasmine wafting off of Seven’s neck and hair, to the gorgeous hue of amber that colors his eyes, to the many small scars on his hands and arms that are barely covered up by concealer, to a crooked tooth he has, to his chapped lips that are painted dark red to match his wig. Jumin realizes he’s staring far too intently and leaning in far too close when Seven turns to look at him and almost bumps his nose against his nose. Jumin jerks away and sits his back against the car seat. “Don’t ‘cha think?”

“Yes,” Jumin answers, staring straight ahead to avoid Seven’s prying eyes. “You were… Quite convincing. I doubt my father will be bothering me about my love life for a while.”

“Yeah, unless he starts pushing you to propose,” Seven turns to wink at Jumin and laughs- a laugh that Jumin thought was slightly annoying before, but now finds melodic. “Just to let you know, I’m more of a silver girl than a gold girl, so I’ll turn you down if you show up with a gold engagement ring!”

Jumin rolls his eyes, not even dignifying Seven’s joke with a response.

Still… He can’t help but look at Seven when the other man’s golden eyes are focused on the road.

Jumin has never thought of Seven as date-able before- not because Seven is a man, but because he genuinely hasn’t tried to see Seven in that light. Now that he’s in a position where he and Seven are ‘dating’, he can’t help but overthink it and become flustered… Or perhaps, this is what a crush feels like? He isn’t sure. Is it only because Seven was dressed as a woman? Is it worth wasting the time to think about?

He’s never had any time to think about his love life in general. At first, he was too young- then, he was focused on school- then, it was V and Rika, and the RFA, and Mint Eye. It’s been so many years now and while things have finally settled down… He’s just… Never bothered. Between work and making sure Elizabeth 3rd’s needs are met, he’s never had a lot of spare time.

Romance isn’t a necessity, anyway. At least not to Jumin. No, to Jumin, romance has always been impractical- and in the business world, there’s never been much room for impracticality. While not necessarily intentional, he realizes that he’s avoided relationships to avoid becoming like his father even after everything. Juyoung is a good man, and Jumin can handle embarrassment well, but more than anything, he’s terrified of experiencing what heartbreak is like after having seen it so many times throughout his life.

Women, women, women. Jumin’s father wasn’t the worst parent, but he wasn’t the best, either- all because of this vice of his. Jumin hated most of the women his father brought around, but as he grew older, he realized that most women aren’t like that, and that his father is just horrible at choosing which ones to court. Most women, like most men, are kind and have good intentions. They can be good friends, like you and Jaehee, but even having met the two of you and so many other wonderful women over the years, he’s never found himself taken over by butterflies in his stomach or plagued with a heart that skips beats because of one. 

Men haven’t caught his attention, either. Him and V were close for so many years and nothing happened between them that was even remotely romantic. Jumin has never put too much thought into it- gay, straight, bi, pan, ace- what does it matter as long as he’s content? People waste too much time trying to decide on labels for something as fluid as sexuality. Or, that’s what Jumin thinks. He isn’t one for labels.

Then again, perhaps he just doesn’t want to consider the possibility of falling in love… Or even developing a crush. Something so inconvenient; the constant thinking about them, the potential of ruining the relationship, his father’s opinions, the media, his company, his money. There’s not many people he could let his guard down around, even if he wanted to, in order to date. Jumin is self aware enough to realize that he’s just personable enough to be a successful businessman, but not personable enough to attract most people to him for a personal relationship. Most of the ones who would express interest would surely only be after him for his riches and status- the same goes for friends, too.

Well, maybe not all of his friends, especially in the RFA. Seven, whose golden gaze stays focused on the road as he drives this gaudy neon green sports car, has hardly ever inquired about Jumin’s money. In fact, the man has so many sports cars and such an expensive house that Jumin suspects he must have made enough to live the rest of his life in luxury back when he worked at the agency. Even if Seven were poor, though… Jumin has learned how to tell when someone plans on taking advantage of him.

Seven isn’t someone who would take advantage of anyone, especially these days. At least not in any way that’s really harmful. Seven, even with his weird humor and awkward personality, is a good person… A good person that Jumin considers a friend.

It suddenly clicks. This burning, sickeningly fuzzy feeling in his belly that he’s had since they went to see his father- the way his heart is beating unusually hard and fast within his chest- the way he can’t stop staring at Seven- this must be it. The romance that everyone has always talked to him about. The crushes that he’s read about in the books. The falling in love that Zen portrays in his stupid plays.

“Ha, Jumin, why do you look so embarrassed all of a sudden?” Seven asks, fiddling with the GPS screen on the dashboard of the car. It shows that they still have a half hour left until they’re going to reach Jumin’s penthouse. “I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you blush! So cute!”

“Take that wig off,” Jumin orders, desperately trying to hide his flushed face by turning to look out the window. 

Seven acquiesces with a shrug and removes the long-haired wig as well as the cap he had on underneath to hide his natural hair. Both are haphazardly tossed into the back seat of the vehicle, which is already loaded with empty Honey Buddha chip bags and PHD Pepper cans.

Seven runs his long, skinny fingers through his hair and grabs some makeup wipes from the glovebox to take his makeup off when they reach a stoplight. Somehow, that makes Jumin’s face heat up even more. When did Seven become this attractive? Has he always been this beautiful? Why didn’t Jumin notice before? 

Clearly, he is not feeling this way exclusively because Seven was dressed like a woman… 

Shit.

“Um, dude, are you good? You’re seriously red! Like, as red as my hair,” Seven points out and switches to driving with one hand so he can use the other to reach over and feel Jumin’s forehead. “Did you get food poisoning or something? Or have you been around someone who’s sick lately?”

“No, nothing of the sort,” Jumin quickly answers and slaps Seven’s hand away. “I’ve heard the air quality is supposed to be poor this week. It’s my fault for not wearing a mask when we went out today. I’ve always been sensitive to that sort of thing.”

“Ah, I see! Let’s get you home to your fancy penthouse then! I’m sure you have the nicest air in South Korea circulating through there.”

Jumin rolls his eyes for what must be the millionth time that night, leaning his head against the window and allowing his eyes to fall shut.

What the hell did he get himself into…?

~

Weeks pass, and for a while, nothing happens. Seven doesn’t talk about the dinner, Jumin doesn’t talk about the dinner, and Jumin’s father is busy with his impending divorce. So, it’s easy for Jumin to forget most of what happened- except for the most important part; the realization that he has feelings for Seven.

He supposes he doesn’t mind. As terrified as he was of falling in love before, simply having a crush on someone is… Nice. Exciting. The butterflies in his stomach when Seven comes into the chatroom, the warmth that floods his body when Seven sends a selfie, the adrenaline that has him nearly tripping over nothing when he sees the other man at work. They’re all new and exhilarating. Jumin would never admit it to anyone else, but he now understands why his father is addicted to the rush of falling in and out of love over and over again.

The thing is, though, Jumin doesn’t want to fall in love with anyone else.

He wants Seven to fall in love with him, and for them to be in love with each other for the foreseeable future. Unfortunately, though, other people are complicated. At first, Jumin concocts ways to woo the other man; expensive gifts, romantic dinners, a heartfelt confession- perhaps even (supervised) time with Elizabeth 3rd. Then, something else clicks.

What if Seven already has feelings for him?

That would make things easier, wouldn’t it?

At first, he thought it unlikely. What are the chances?

But then, he remembers that Seven is a complicated man with complicated feelings. He either loves Jumin back or he doesn’t, but whichever it is, he will never tell- because even after so many years, Seven is still a man who wears a shield made of secrets to keep from being vulnerable.

Jumin never cared before, as it didn’t affect their relationship. Now, though, he’s determined to somehow tear down that shield and expose the truth. And if Seven doesn’t reciprocate, he will continue to be a good friend to him, and learn to move on.

Unsure of what else to do, Jumin arranges another dinner. He calls his father and tells him that they should all meet up for a meal again since his ‘girlfriend’ was so fond of him after the last time. 

Then, he calls Seven and tells him that his father ‘insisted’ they meet up again. Seven agrees and meets Jumin at his penthouse so Driver Kim can transport them to the nearest bistro. 

The plan seems to be coming together brilliantly. Before, V would’ve advised him against this and encouraged him to be honest- to tell Seven that he’s fallen for him and that he would love for him to come to another family dinner- ironic. Jumin finds the lie to be harmless, though. 

The two arrive to the restaurant, Seven with his arm linked to Jumin’s once more. Jumin is dressed in a button-up shirt, slacks, and dress shoes. Seven is in a more casual outfit than last time; green pumps, a black skirt, and a green and blue floral shirt. His nails are painted green and his long auburn wig is tied back into a low braid that shows off his soft jawline.

Tonight, Jumin shamelessly stares. It seems Seven is too oblivious to notice anyway as he greets Juyoung and pulls Jumin to sit across from him. Jumin pulls Seven’s chair out, and the two sit down together. 

Jumin smiles as he listens to Seven and his father exchanging pleasantries. Everything is going great- at least until Jumin’s father says-

“I was surprised when my son told me he wanted to get together like this! I was afraid I’d embarrassed him last time,” Chairman Han exclaims with a bright, brilliant smile. He obviously has no idea that Jumin intended for Seven to think it was him who initiated the get together, rather than Jumin. Jumin’s stomach drops. “I’m glad that’s not the case.”

“Oh, he arranged this, hm?” Seven says. Instead of becoming angry- which Jumin expects, considering he had the poor man dress up and come here with an hour’s notice- Seven gives him the smuggest grin he can manage before reaching over and placing a hand on Jumin’s arm. Jumin’s sleeves are rolled up, so Seven’s warm touch feels like fire burning against his skin. “That’s so nice of you, Jumin. You’re such a good son! It must be hard to maintain time for your personal relationships with how much you work, but you always find a way!”

And, to Jumin’s embarrassment, Juyoung beams.

“He certainly does.”

The two men start to chat once again with Jumin dying in the background. 

Now, he almost wishes V were here to talk him out of this…

For the rest of the meal, Juyoung and Seven talk as if nothing is wrong. Every once in a while, though, when his father is distracted, Jumin catches Seven glancing over at him with a look he can’t quite read. Said look stays on the hacker’s face, even when they eventually excuse themselves and get in the back of Driver Kim’s car. 

They sit as far away from each other as possible as Driver Kim types the address for Seven’s home into his GPS and heads that way.

“So…”

Seven starts, awkward, only to pause and pull his makeup painted lips tight together. Seven opens his mouth again, as if he’s about to say something else. Jumin is relieved that Seven is going to address the situation first, as he personally has no idea what to say… But then, a minute passes. And then another. And another.

Slower than both of them would’ve liked, Jumin realizes that Seven is just as humiliated as he is- as well as at a loss for words. The redhead takes his wig off, sets it on the seat that’s between the two of them, removes his diamond stud earrings and puts them in one of the empty cup holders, and leans forward to rest his head against the back of the passenger’s seat before letting out an exasperated groan.

“I…”

“If you wanted me to come to dinner again with you guys, you could’ve just said!” Seven finally exclaims, frustratedly running his hands through his hair. “You didn’t have to lie to me!”

“It’s not… I assumed it was a one time thing,” Jumin furrows his brow, confused and guilty. Seven is flustered, but he doesn’t seem angry… Is there a possibility that he actually wants to be doing this with Jumin? Why? “You truly don’t mind?”

“Huh? Well, no, not really!” Much to Jumin’s surprise, Seven crosses his arms over his chest and looks away, refusing to meet Jumin’s eyes. He’s getting defensive…? “Your dad’s a nice enough guy.”

Jumin sighs and shakes his head. Perhaps going and trying to be clever to figure out Seven’s feelings was foolish… Perhaps he should have been more direct.

“I didn’t want you to come to dinner so you could mingle with my father, Saeyoung.”

Seven blinks at the use of his real name. Even since he told everyone his name, no one refers to Seven by it- after all, they knew him as ‘Seven’ and ‘Luciel’ for so many years. But, in situations like this, it’s enough to catch Seven’s attention. He quickly uncrosses his arms and stares at Jumin with a questioning look. 

“Then what is it? Is there a business deal or something? Or is he wanting us to get engaged? Is it serious? Because I can fake an amazing surprise proposal with you and-” 

“Saeyoung,” Jumin interjects and reaches out to hold Seven’s hand within his own. Seven jumps back as if Jumin is poisonous despite having had his hands all over Jumin in the most obnoxious way possible during both dinners with his father. “Why did you decide to do this?”

“To help you,” Seven answers, though he avoids Jumin’s eyes again. The man is usually incredibly direct and has no issue looking Jumin in the eye, so he finds Seven’s sudden avoidance of eye contact to be a sign that he must be lying- or at least hiding something. “You were having a hard time, and you’re my friend, so…”

“You could’ve done anything else,” Jumin insists. Briefly, he registers that Driver Kim is in the front seat listening to this, but he doesn’t care enough to halt the conversation. “Hired someone for me that you thought was reputable enough not to sell me out, made up some crazy scandal about C&R and put it out there to distract my father- hell, you could’ve ignored it entirely, because my father frequently worries about my love life when his has gone to shit.”

“So? The cross dressing was just the first thing that came to mind! Why does it matter?” Seven becomes increasingly defensive, now crossing one leg over the other, crossing his arms again, and turning his head to stare out the window with a pouty huff. “Can’t I just be doing it to help a friend?”

“You never do anything as complicated as this without some sort of ulterior motive.”

“What, like I’m getting anything out of this? I didn’t even ask you to pay me!”

“I didn’t mean-” Jumin shakes his head, and then sighs. “Never mind.”

“Look, if you don’t want to-”

Suddenly, as they pull up to Seven’s house, Jumin’s phone buzzes. He checks it to see that his father has requested for them to get together again. 

“My father just sent me a text asking if we could meet him for breakfast tomorrow,” He interjects.

“Did he? Or are you making that up so I’ll go with you guys again?” Seven snarkily asks, to which Jumin huffs and shoves his phone in Seven’s face. Upon reading the text, Seven’s face turns so red that Jumin can differentiate his natural blush from the light pink makeup splattered across his cheekbones. “Oh, okay. Well, um, sure. I’ll see you guys there.”

Then, Seven rushes out of the car, leaving Jumin there to dread the disaster that is going to be tomorrow’s breakfast.

~

“Saeyoung, it’s wonderful to see you again.”

Jumin feels a little piece of him die inside as he sits with Seven and his father for the third time within the span of a month. Again, the two of them chat amongst each other, pretty much ignoring him. Seven is in a blouse, skinny jeans, and clunky boots, as the chairman insisted that Seven pick his favorite breakfast restaurant- which just so happens to be a casual diner.

While Jumin is incredibly uncomfortable in the unfamiliar setting, his father, who looks completely out of place in his two piece suit, doesn’t seem to mind and (embarrassingly enough) keeps hitting on one of the older waitresses who (thankfully) flirts back with him every time she comes to check on their table.

When the waitress brings them their food, Jumin’s father slides her his cell phone number, written on a napkin. Jumin doesn’t miss how her eyes flicker to the man’s fancy suit and golden watch, but apparently, Juyoung does. 

“Father, is now a good time to initiate dating again?” Jumin questions as Seven- weirdly enough- reaches over and starts cutting up his crepes for him. “Your divorce hasn’t even been finalized in court yet.”

“Well, son, you have to remember that I don’t have as much time left as you do,” The chairman shrugs, then starts to eat, but not before pointing at Seven with his fork and saying- “I’ve gotta hurry up and find myself a pretty, doting girl like you’ve got!”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone,” Seven interjects before Jumin can say something that gets them arguing about their perspective on ‘love’ once again. For that, Jumin is thankful. “Sometimes, love comes when you don’t expect it to!”

And, without so much as a warning, Seven turns to face Jumin and gently places a hand on the side of his face. Jumin’s breath catches in his throat as Seven leans forward and kisses him on the lips.

Jumin’s heart drops to his stomach in the best way possible.

He’s breathless.

But before he can kiss back, Seven pulls away and begins to eat his plate of pancakes and bacon- as if nothing happened.

Jumin’s father merely grins, both at Seven’s words and at his public display of affection. 

“Yes, that’s true, isn’t it? Love always comes when you least expect it.” 

Jumin misses the feeling of Seven’s lips on his lips, but doesn’t dare ask for another kiss while his father is still present. Instead, he shoots Seven the occasional confused glance, all of which are completely ignored. Jumin buries his face in his hands as his father and ‘girlfriend’ finish their meals. 

Shortly after, Seven grabs him by the hand and pretty much drags him out of the diner. 

“You kissed me,” Jumin weakly mutters as they get into Driver Kim’s car.

“Yeah, and?” Seven snarks as he puts his seatbelt on. Jumin follows, his entire body still hot from the kiss. Part of him wonders if this is revenge for his trickery the night before. “What about it?”

Surprisingly enough, despite it being the second day in a row of this nonsense, Driver Kim continues to ignore them in favor of driving back to Seven’s home. Though, he does roll up the privacy window between the front and back seats, which Jumin is thankful for.

“You kissed me,” Jumin emphasizes through gritted teeth. On a normal morning, he would be able to keep his composure and brush this off, but today, he’s so close to losing it that his face burns red with the restraint it takes not to bite Seven’s head off. Somehow, Seven is even worse at communicating than he is. “Why did you kiss me?”

“To make it more convincing, duh,” Seven says with a shrug, as if it doesn’t even matter. His lackadaisical attitude makes Jumin’s blood boil. “It’d be pretty weird if we were dating but never kissed… Right?”

Jumin crosses his arms over his chest. He isn’t very experienced with love, but he’s not an idiot. Seven didn’t have to kiss him if he didn’t want to. So, the logical conclusion is that Seven must have wanted to kiss him.

“You could have asked permission beforehand.”

“Like your dad wouldn’t think that was weird if I asked to kiss my own ‘boyfriend’?”

“No, I meant that you could have asked for permission before we got to the restaurant, Saeyoung,” Jumin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger. His head starts to throb from the stress. “My God, you make my head hurt.”

“You’re overthinking it. So what? It was just a kiss. Never had one before?”

Jumin blushes. He thought the answer to such a question would be obvious. Apparently not.

“For your information, no, I haven’t.”

“I… Ah,” Seven appears embarrassed, uncrossing his arms and rushing to apologize with a guilty laugh. “Oh. My bad! I guess it does suck that I stole your first kiss! I mean, honestly, I had no idea-”

“That’s not the problem.”

“Then… What is it?”

“The problem,” Jumin leans over to caress Seven’s cheek with one hand, to make Seven look at him. He sees Seven’s mouth and neck move slightly when he swallows, tense, his golden gaze burning into Jumin. “Is that you kissing me in such a manner… Makes me desperately want to kiss you back.”

The car stops in front of Seven’s house. Driver Kim puts the car in park and unlocks the doors.

“...Oh,” Seven takes his seatbelt off as fast as humanly possible and opens the car door. “Looks like we’re home!”

“I-” Jumin cuts himself off, completely baffled. Did Seven just ignore what he said, or is that his way of trying to let Jumin down easy…? “What?”

“We’re back to my place! I gotta go, ‘kay? I’ve got some work to do-”

“You realize that you work for me, yes?” Jumin interjects and catches Seven’s wrist in his hand to keep him from leaving. “Exactly what work do you have to do?”

Seven can’t even muster up an answer. He looks at his front yard, at the ground, at the sky, and literally everywhere else that isn’t Jumin’s face. He stutters over his words, only to fall totally silent. It seems as if he’s given up on so much as trying to argue. Still, he doesn’t relent to Jumin either. Instead, he jerks away from Jumin’s grasp and starts heading to his front door.

What he doesn’t expect is for Jumin to get out of the car, shut the door, signal for Driver Kim to leave, and follow.

““Look, I just wanted to make it more convincing. I wasn’t thinking, and I did something stupid, and I kissed you. I’m sorry, okay? I’ll make it up to you somehow, but right now, I’m really embarrassed- so just go home,” Seven demands with a blush that spreads from the tips of his ears to his cheeks and down to his neck. He frantically struggles to unlock his door, even sticking the wrong key on the lock. Jumin sighs before reaching over and plucks the keys from Seven’s hands to unlock the door for him. Once the lock gives, he opens the front door. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I asked!” Seven snatches his keys from the lock, throws them into a cat-shaped bowl that sits on a table by the front door, and rushes into the house. He tries to shut the door, but Jumin quickly interjects by sticking one of his long legs between the door and the jamb. Seven glares at him. “Why are you being so weird?”

“If you don’t return my feelings, Saeyoung, simply say so. I’ll respect it.”

“Feelings? Since when have you had feelings for me? Hell, why would someone like you have feelings for me?” Seven frantically rambles, walking into his living room. Jumin enters the house, closes the door, and follows close behind Seven. “And why are you calling me by my real name all of a sudden?”

“Saeyoung-”

“Look, I get it! I’m funny, I’m charming, and we’ve been doing this pretend dating stuff- and I kissed you! And it’s like I said; I am a very convincing woman! So, maybe you’re a little confused. Maybe you think you have a cute little crush on me,” Seven plops down onto the couch, taking off the rest of his accessories and makeup and kicking his shoes onto the floor. Jumin stands there aimlessly in the middle of the living room. Though he’s hardly had the chance to say anything, Seven just keeps on responding. “But you can’t call that ‘feelings’ like it’s something serious when you’ve never been in a relationship before, y’know? You’re Jumin Han, the future chairman of C&R- and I’m-”

“Wonderful. You… Are wonderful, Saeyoung. Maybe I didn’t communicate this well enough before, but you’re a good friend. I admire your sense of humor, and since we’ve been doing this ‘dating’ thing, I’ve come to love you even more,” Jumin sits down on the couch next to Seven and places a hand on one of his thighs. Seven freezes as Jumin looks him in the eye and continues. “And my feelings for you are serious. If you don’t return them, that’s fine, but don’t tell me how I feel. It isn’t fair.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Seven runs his hand over his hair as if trying to smooth it even though it already looks perfectly fine. A nervous habit, Jumin figures. “I mean, seriously, Jumin! What’s up with this all of a sudden? Did you decide you’re going to try and prank me or something? Y’know, it’s like Zen says, you really have a terrible sense of humor!”

“What? That’s utterly ridiculous- why would I try to prank you in such a cruel manner? Why can’t you just take my words at face value?”

“Because there’s no reason for you to feel that way,” Seven throws his hands up in frustration. “I mean, we’ve known each other for how long now? You have to be screwing with me, and you have to understand that it’s not cool to-”

“And you need to understand that I’m serious about you. I want you. I’m just sorry that it took me so long to realize that,” Jumin places his spare hand on the side of Seven’s face, and while Seven doesn’t pull away, he doesn’t lean into it, either.

“Jumin, you can’t-”

Before Seven can finish, Jumin cuts him off by leaning forward and pressing their lips together. Seven halts, but it seems like as soon as he realizes what’s happened, he’s melting. He places his scarred hands on the back of Jumin’s neck, threads his fingers through Jumin’s silky black locks, and kisses him hard and deep. The younger man tastes like makeup and cherries so strongly that the taste lingers on Jumin’s lips as he pulls away.

“I can,” Jumin finishes his earlier statement with a small smile as he rests his forehead against Seven’s. “And I do love you, Seven.”

“I… Love you too,” Seven responds, and then laughs. “So, does Jumin Han is gay?”

Jumin lets out a small chuckle and answers with-

“Mayhaps.”

~

Weeks later, Jumin finds himself sitting across from Juyoung in the other man’s office. Obviously, he and Saeyoung haven’t been getting together with his father for meals lately since they’re actually dating now and don’t feel the need to keep up their old ruse. Jumin knows full well that he needs to come clean before so much as thinking of bringing Saeyoung around again.

So, he’s called a ‘personal meeting’. 

The two men are alone, directly across from each other. Though Jumin has already been there for a couple minutes, he doesn’t know where to start, so they’ve been almost completely silent.

“Father… I have to tell you something,” He finally starts, to which the chairman looks like he’s struggling to hold back a laugh.

“Is it about your ‘girlfriend’?”

Jumin blinks. And, at that, his father full on bursts into uncontrolled laughter.

“I’m sorry?”

“Look, son, I’m not going to make you go through this entire spiel with me. I knew all along that ‘she’ was your friend. You two didn’t even bother to give her a different name. I’m not stupid. I was just waiting to see how far you’d take it, honestly,” Chairman Han sighs, practically oozing secondhand embarrassment as he wipes tears from the corners of his eyes. “Is she transitioning or something?”

“What? No.”

“Then… Crossdressing?”

“Precisely.

“But are you two actually dating and just afraid of being openly gay, or was the whole thing a ruse to get me off your back about settling down?”

“At first, it was the latter, but we ended up dating because of it,” Jumin says.

“Huh,” His father simply shrugs and begins to organize the cluttered mess of paperwork that sits on his desk. He doesn’t so much as bat an eye at Jumin. “Well, then, it was rude of you not to bring him here to see me! That Saeyoung is a good kid.”

“Really? Your feelings aren’t hurt?”

“Oh, no. You’re young- sorting out your priorities can still be so hard at this age. I’m just happy that you’ve got it figured out,” Chairman Han smiles and offers a dismissive wave of his hand. “You’re the happiest I’ve seen you in a long time.”

At that, Jumin grins, thinking of Seven, who is at home with Elizabeth 3rd waiting for him. 

“Yes… I suppose I am, Father.”

[fayythe]

Divine Love: Prologue

Henry Cavill X OFC Summary: Rhylan Daines property of the United States Government, the training she took on, the beating, and pain was all manipulating her to loose her body autonomy, they tell her to eat a certain way, talk, walk, act. Nothing is hers, how can she escape the torture her life has become? Now an semi-active black ops Navy Seal working for the CIA struggled to make peace with her past.  She was always told that every life she took, every person she tortured, and every soul she crushed was for the greater good, but how is more violence supposed to help the world?  How can acting help her stop being forced to kill?  How can finding love help her find herself? Only time will tell...

Trigger warnings: Slight Alcoholism, Assault, Kidnapping, Blood, Skin Branding, Heavy Depression, Drugs, Undiagnosed eating disorder, Forced Eugenics, Talk of Genocide, talk of war, talk of gore, Hospitalizations for medical reasons, Mental Health issues, Hitman/murder unrecognized by law, Profanity, Military Brutality, torture, terrorism, violence, scars, seizures.

Rhylan's Tattoos

Rhylan's Body Scars Diagram

“Trust is like blood pressure. It’s silent, vital to good health, and if abused it can be deadly.” —Frank Sonnenberg

Prologue

  I watched the snowfall on the iced sidewalk; the sky was so dark only a few stars peaked so far away. I sighed, blowing out the smoke from the cigarette I inhaled. The nicotine filled my lungs with a slight burn, then the smell engulfed me as it slowly disbursed through the air as I exhaled. I rarely smoke, only when I’m stressed and today is one of those days.

My arms were visible, my coat tied tight around my waste protecting me from the wet wood bench. I didn’t know what I was doing here, in front of this little diner in the small city of Saint Heller Jersey, I should be back at the safe house trying to find another way to complete my mission.

Part of me knew that I should, but another part of me didn’t want to move. I was constantly moving, always traveling, always finding a lead no matter where it takes me. I just want to sit down, even if it’s for a few minutes.

I flicked my cigarette, “You know those are terrible for you” I looked over from hearing a rough raspy British accent and saw a tall guy with curly brown hair bundled up in a winter coat, boots, and a green rugby hat. I rolled my eyes, I don’t do very well with the people from the countries I’m stationed at, it’s not like I’m trying to be mean, I just don’t want to say too much and ruin my cover.

The cigarette still burning between my pointer finger and middle finger was halfway finished, in looking at the man once more before throwing the smoking white filtered stick to the ground and crushing it with my foot. I made sure to pick it back up and tuck it into my jean pocket. I’m probably going to accidentally wash the cigarette bud with my jeans, I thought.

The man smiled, “See that wasn’t that hard” I chuckled, his smile was nice, endearing, but also curious in a way. Since I didn’t say anything he spoke again, “What are you doing out here so late at night, especially without a jacket on?” He questioned, I thought about giving the honest answer and thinking whatever, never going to see this guy, again right? “I spend a few months in Russia off and on, this is nothing to me” I wasn’t lying, not exactly, of course, there are more details but there’s only so much I can tell him. He started walking towards me and gestured to the open seat of the bench next to me, I nodded. “American? What are you doing here, not many Americans I know who would vacation in Saint Heller?” His tone sounded curious, but you could also hear the slight rattle of his teeth as he shivered from the cold. 

I chuckled, this poor guy sitting out in the cold to speak to me on the frozen bench. “I’m on business, and you’re right this isn’t my first option for vacation.” My eyes wandered to my hands as I twisted my thumb. “Then what would be your first option for vacation?” I looked at him confused his piercing blue eyes almost carved into my soul, “You don’t even know my name and you’re trying to get to know me?” I asked as my southern draw poked through my words.

I had no problem with him trying to talk to me, I’m a better person to speak to at night anyway: it seems as if I’m more of a night person than a morning person. Trust me after being woken up at four in the morning every day for nearly three years, you’d learn to hate the morning—his voice interrupted my thoughts swirling, “Oh right! Name, I’m Henry, and you are?” Henry held out his right hand for me to shake, Fuck it, “I’m Rhylan”

“Well, Rhylan, what do you say we go somewhere to warm up, there’s a good diner down the road.” I looked at the blue-eyed man sitting next to me. I smiled, “Will you let me frisk you first?” I joked.

Nobody I knew liked that joked, yet he smiled. Maybe he is different.

--

The diner was small, quaint but cute. It was quiet in the booth we sat at in the back of the diner, that I got to get to know him more.

I smiled as I watched him slowly walk to the booth with two cups of hot liquid in his hands, one with a large whip cream swirl on top. I smiled at his cute hitchhiker walk trying his best to not let the cups spill, “One large hot chocolate for the pretty lady” He spoke in a more elaborated British accent while setting the hot glass in front of me and then setting his coffee across then sitting down.

“You should’ve let me pay, I feel bad now” I stared at the large hot chocolate, debating on whether to drink it. It just looks so pretty, with the whip cream and cinnamon, I caved once the whipped cream started melting into the dark chocolate, “Don’t worry about it, also do you even have any British pounds?” He questions.

To be completely honest, I didn’t even really think about the negative consequences to answer this question, I just felt so open around Henry like I’ve known him all my life. “Only about ten thousand” my face was still in the mug of hot chocolate as I said it, to cover what I said and make it seem like I joke I smiled, when I put down my mug he was smiling as well.

“Well pretty lady, did you rob a bank?” He asked, I saw the slight rise in his eyebrow as a curious gleam spread across his face—yet I could still see that charming slight smile. I decide to just go with it again, “No I infiltrated a drug terrorist rink down at some abandon docks” I laughed again, maybe if I place the truth in plain sight it will make me feel less guilt about lying to him. This time it didn’t play through as I wanted, “I’m joking, I swear” I covered nervously, thank gosh he changed the subject.

“So where are you actually from” He took another large sip of his hot coffee, I still don’t understand how he can drink this so late at night and still be able to sleep. “What do you mean?” He smiled, “You’re American, yes, but from what state?” “Texas” I didn’t even think about the consequences of telling him where I am from, my captain would be so angry with me. “That makes since, the funny accent really stands out” “My funny accent you should hear yours” I said in shock, “Would you like some tea or a crumpet?” I tried my best to imitate his accent and we both burst out laughing, “Oh really--- you want a beer with your fried chicken” We laugh harder, “Hey don’t judge you’ll never understand the love of fried chicken.” I spoke as we both started to catch our breath.

He shakes his head, a smile spread across his lips, “I’ll never understand the need for America to fry everything” “Because it tastes better” I shrugged.

It wasn’t very long after when we both left the café together; it was late nearly two in the morning. But we continued to talk and walk through the snowy park.

“Alright! Bad habits?” He questions.

I cringe, “Only one?”

Henry stops in his tracks and looks at me, “How many do you have?” I sighed and smiled “Too many,” we started to walk again. “Cigarettes, uhm- you saw that. I don’t smoke often, once, or twice a year. It’s complicated.” I continued, “All types of junk food, straight vodka—not the shit stuff that tastes like acetone, but like the good shit.” I paused, damn I have a lot of bad habits I thought, “I can’t think of anymore.” I shrugged, we continued to walk again the snow picking back up this time I put on my jacket, not that it does much.

Henry laughs, “I admire you can eat junk food and stay in shape.” I shook my head, “I don’t, heredity obesity actually runs in my family I just end up working out two to three times a day, it’s my go-to when I’m stressed, and so is alcohol, but working out is my first option.”  I explained, checking the blocky waterproof watch on my wrist at two-forty-five a.m. “Jeez, I thought my job is stressing.” I continued without even thinking about what he said, “What do you do—wait, how do you know it’s my job that’s stressing me, I could be a single mom with five kids.” I chuckled, I’m not, but how could he know that. “You’re not, you look about nineteen,” Henry put his gloved hands in his coat pockets and looked down at me on the side of him. “Quadruplets?” I questioned, seeing if he would believe it, he just shook his head and smiled, “Fine you’re right.” I frowned, “But hey! You didn’t answer my question, what do you do?”

This is the time Henry lit up, it seemed like he enjoyed talking about this topic. “Aspiring Actor” He smiled wide. “Really?” My words were longed in a shocked tone, “In anything good yet? I question, my eyes wondering to his brown hair, snow in the soft curls. He shrugged, “I’m getting there I hope…” He smiled at me, I looked at my watch to avoid the melting feeling his eyes give me. Nearly a quarter past three in the morning, I need to get back to my post.

I paused walking, and smiled at him as he turned to face me, “It’s getting late, we both need some sleep” “Fine---when can I see you again?” I shook my head my eyes following to my hands as my fingers tangled into themselves.

“One day, if fate is working on our sides” I smiled. Henry looked a little disappointed, but he didn’t push on it any farther.

“Well, it was great talking to you, Rhylan” He smiled, I could still see the disappointment in his eyes though.

I smiled and nodded, “Thank you for the hot chocolate”

“Don’t worry about it”

I checked my watch again and then looked back at Henry. “Now listen to me carefully, I wasn’t here, you don’t know my name or any information I’ve told you. You’ll tell nobody of me, it’s up to your safety.” I spoke with no emotion in my voice, I couldn’t show him that I felt anything for him, I just met this man.

“Rhylan—what are you talking about?”

I took Henrys hands into mine, “Just trust me”

“Close your eyes” I spoke my voice softer.

Just like that I was gone, that was the last time I saw Henry.

Little did I know fate was working with us.

Looking back at that day, I didn’t know much about love, life and hope. I didn’t know meeting Henry my change my entire life, with one mission, one moment, and one spark of life in my hardship. Then the thought of finding love was absurd to me. The thought of sticking together with one person for life never even crossed my mind.

But it was the moment I wouldn’t change ever again. Other than the savior of America, Henry was my purpose in life other than to become the drunk I was headed onto.

Instead I had something to look forward to, something to think about when I was down, or my many hospital visits, when I was on leave, I could only let my mind ponder about what could’ve been, what could’ve been made. I once thought, love, life, and happiness wasn’t in store for me. Little did I know.

[odiesdayoff]

Studying Pays Off (3)

pair: edward nashton x fem!reader (Professor AU)

summary: You and Edward make a deal.

warnings: 18+++++ (MINORS DNI); masturbation

part two | part four

While you were grateful to have a job and in turn, an actual disposable income for one in a long time, you were getting increasingly frustrated with Edward. He continued to act as if nothing happened between the two of you. You slightly admired his professionalism, but that didn’t mean that you were happy with his lack of blowing your back out.

Being a TA was quite fun. The students actually came to you and constantly asked questions or scheduled tutoring sessions. Of course, you were eons more approachable than Edward, so that was expected. Grades were improving. That’s all that mattered in the long run.

You sat on your friend’s bed while she mixed a cup of chai, “I’m in a difficult situation with this whole TA shit.”

“How?” She leaned on the bed and sipped from her mug.

You bit your lip, “Professor and I may have, um,”

Her eyes widened, “No way. You guys fucked?”

“In certain terms, yes. Only oral!”

She started to laugh, “Is that why you spent so much time in his office last semester?”

You shook your head, “It didn’t start until winter break. It’s over now, or that’s what he tells me. I’m in way too deep to just stop. ”

It was weird to finally tell someone about it. It’s not like you could tell your parents or anyone of authority at the school. Not if you wanted to stay.

There were two weeks left of the semester and the two of you sat together in comfortable silence during office hours grading papers. You sighed, looking up at him, “Would it really be that bad if we just kept it a secret?”

He deadpanned, “Yes.”

You nearly dropped the paper you were grading, “Why?”

There was no response. He continued grading the paper in his hands as you stared, waiting for an answer you knew wasn’t coming.

You repeated your question. He snapped his head up to look at you, annoyed, “Let’s say I throw this paper on the ground, clear my desk, and fuck you right here and now. What then? Two weeks of the memory lingering in our minds and absolutely nothing coming out of it.”

You perked up at the idea. He wasn’t being serious, of course. It was silly to think anything other than that. You tried not to look devastated, in an attempt to not look like a sad puppy, but you weren’t the best actor.

He sighed, “Two weeks. Once the semester is over. You’ll come to my apartment and we can do whatever you please. How does that sound?”

After a moment of contemplation, you nodded. You’ve already waited this long, what’s another two weeks? You were sure that it would all be worth it. The day you finally go all the way with Edward. Technically, at that point, neither of you had any professional relations with the other. At least until the fall.

He smiled, “Great. Now, Can we get to finishing these papers?”

The small setback didn’t foil your plan. In fact, you altered it slightly to make sure that he was desperate for you just as much as you are for him. You had two weeks to tease him and neither of you could do anything about it.

Before the next class, you meticulously picked out the most school-appropriate, yet promiscuous outfit you had in your closet. You walked into the lecture hall with a rather large coat that covered your real outfit and started talking to some of the students while you all waited for the class to start. Just as he started talking, you waved your hand in front of your face to try and get a cool breeze on yourself before shaking the coat off and setting it on a chair.

“Do you mind opening the PowerPoint? It’s in the,” He turned to you and paused. Your inner self was performing backflips of excitement in the brief moment of silence that came from the man, a rare occurrence. He always had something to say. He shifted the way that he was standing.

You smirked, tilting your head in confusion, “In the what, sir?”

He coughed and looked at the projection of your computer screen, “Modules section.” You smiled and did as he said, opening the PowerPoint on accounts payable and receivable. You leaned back in your chair and listened as he continued on with his lesson.

This particular lesson was one you remembered vividly, well almost. You fell asleep for half of the class and had a very realistic dream that you were a little too disappointed upon realizing that it was only in your subconscious. The office hour session after that was a little awkward for you. He was none the wiser, as per usual.

It was hard to stay awake even now. Going over more of the basic accounting principles could put any advanced accounting student to sleep. You noticed a few students in the back dozing off, hopefully not having the same experience that you had when you were a student.

It felt like the end of the lesson was never going to come. Once he said his usual schtick of “ Class dismissed, enjoy your day ” the room emptied almost immediately. He turned to you and shook his head, “Whatever your plan is, it’s not going to work.”

“What plan?” You swiveled your chair and gave him a dumb smile. You weren’t going to admit anything to him before he did to you. You still had your pride.

“Two weeks, honey. I’m not budging on that,” He began to pack his things into his bag. You tried to not let the sudden nickname from melting your heart and destroying your place on the high ground against him.

You stood up and carried your laptop close to your chest. The device acted as a push-up bra. “Have a lovely day, professor.” You turned on your heel and started for the door. He may not show it, but you were getting to him. Slowly chipping away at his external toughness.

A student ran through the door and into one of the rows, picking up a winter hat and grinning while looking at it. He looked at you and held the item of clothing up, “Left this here. Glad I remembered before they cleaned everything up.”

You laughed, “I’m sure you had plenty of time, they never clean in this room.”

He shrugged, “You’re probably right.” He put his hat on, letting a little bit of his hair stick out in the front to emulate some sort of bangs, “Where are you headed to? I’m going to the dining hall with a few other people from the class.”

“I have corporate finance in fifteen minutes. It's four hours,” You wondered if you were being a little delusional and full of yourself or if he had actually asked you out. How inappropriate! You were basically his boss as a TA. You are aware of the irony.

He pursed his lips, “Well if you’re ever free, you’re more than welcome to hang out with us. Either in the dining halls or our dorms, we can sign you in.”

“I appreciate it, Cooper” You walked with him out of the room and split off once outside of the building. He was a nice enough student and did fairly well in the class, but you only had one man on your mind. And that man, though neither you nor the student could see, was fuming.

Edward watched the interaction until it left the classroom. How he was so obviously hitting on you right in front of him and you were seemingly flirting back. In the back of his mind, he was well aware that you were only doing it to make him jealous, but that didn’t stop him from bouncing his leg in frustration as he watched.

He took his things and quickly made his way to the campus subway station. Today, he decided to forego listening to music and enjoyed a silent ride back to his apartment. He wanted his mind to consist of one thing without distractions: you.

He was more surprised that there was no rain once he exited the underground station. If the city was known for one thing, it was the constant rain. He passed the diner and then the nightclub, finally making it to his apartment building. There was no doorman, he didn’t have enough income to live in a doorman-protected building.

The elevator was still broken, so he braced himself for the few flights of stairs he had to walk up every day for the past two weeks. It almost made him no longer want to leave his home. Too much work.

Entering his apartment, he sighed upon seeing that it was left the same as it was when he left it this morning. He definitely needs a cleaning day, but that was not today. He took out leftover Chinese takeout and popped it in the microwave.

He really should be watching what he eats, just as a general health practice. Maybe he’d start cooking more. His thoughts of cooking shattered when his meal, though not as good as it was the day before, was hot and ready in mere minutes.

Edward couldn’t be bothered to look at any papers that he’d neglected, that seemed like a you job. Speaking of, his mind was still filled with the image of you today. How could you try to jeopardize his job by distracting him right in front of the students? And then, going ahead and flirting with said students? He didn’t understand your motives.

The only thing he was well aware of was the painfully arousing feeling he got whenever he thought of that outfit. Oh, how many times he considered breaking all etiquette and ripping it off of you. Maybe he had been too harsh with the two-week rule? Could the two of you keep everything a secret? It’s not like anyone knew about the last times you’ve been together.

While contemplating the ethics, Edward felt his arousal become much more apparent. There was no rule against thinking about sex with your student slash employee. Or thinking about it when he happened to be touching himself. It was a bit uncouth and maybe not great on the morality scale, but that wasn’t going to stop him.

He didn’t want to sully your image with his filthy imagination as he masturbated, but this was the only way he was going to make it through the two weeks. And he was sure you were doing the same.

[kaittalkstoomuch]

HAPPY THURSDAY! How’s everyone been? ♥️ a new chapter is out NOW! This chapter is semi based on personal experience, obviously exaggerated but will pull at your heart strings if you can possibly relate. And with that said, you are not alone. You are valid as am I, six years after discovering I was bisexual. Happy fucking pride!

Chapter Twenty-Five: Separate Ways

Tw: coming out, happy pride btw 🩷💜💙

“EDDIE!” I yell as Eddie grabs both Robin and I while Steve holds Nancy. The environment shakes aggressively and we hang on for dear life. Eddie tightens his arms around Robin and I. “Holy fucking shit!” I scream as I cling to Eddie’s chest. I take a peak at Steve and Nancy on the opposite side.

Thank god, they’re safe. The vigorous tremor eventually stops and we regroup. We all cautiously walk to form a huddle. “What the fuck was that?” I ask looking around. “I’m not sure, but let’s go to the house before it happens again…” Nancy says. “I know a way.”

We start our journey to her house. We “split” into two groups. Robin, Nancy and I in the front. Steve and Eddie are in the back. I do curiously wonder what they could be talking about. Nancy and I perhaps? Dustin? They chat away as Nancy taps my arm. Robin keeps a watchful eye for any bats. “Hey, Rox, can we talk?” Nancy whispers only loud enough for the three to hear as well, I’m sure. “Yeah, sure.”

“About earlier…” Nancy starts and I prepare for what’s to come. “That was so stupid. I’m so sorry Nancy.” “No, no it wasn’t. All I would do then is blow you off… and Barb too… I’m so sorry, Roxie. I never treated you fairly during that time period. I was so caught up with the cool guy, or so called cool guy. I…. I never put your feelings into consideration. I was incredibly selfish.”

I laugh a bit. “And that’s fine, Wheeler. You were in awe with the hair. Every girl was.” I laugh side eyeing Steve, who seems intrigued in a conversation with Eddie. Robin seems to give the boys a thumbs up as the two of us laugh.

“It's my turn to apologize.” I say, trying to collect my ever growing rapid thoughts. Here goes nothing. “Nancy, about what I said earlier. I loved you. I fell in love with you. I don’t know how it happened or why it took me so long to realize it. I was envious of Steve. I… I never understood it. Until fairly recently, talking to Robin.” I spill out my guts as Nancy takes it in.

“That’s why I left. I didn’t want to hurt anymore. I was livid and thought I hated you. I felt abandoned. So, in my own selfish way, I did just that to you and Barb. Over silly jealousy. It’s something I deeply regret. I think about it constantly. Harrington’s a great guy, and I’m sure Byers is too. But at the time, I thought I could’ve been a better fit.” The words fly out of my mouth like rapid fire.

“Rox….” “And I’m just so sorry. For how I acted, especially earlier. I shouldn’t have-“ I’m interrupted by her arms wrapping around me. I wrap mine around hers, stopping the group. I can feel the tears forming knowing what had just happened.

“Keep in mind that it’s a two way street. I could’ve reached out. Especially when Barb died…” “Don’t blame yourself for her death. It wasn’t your fault, or Steve’s for that matter. It was Henry. I never blamed you for Barb’s death. That would be insane to do. I’m so sorry Nancy.” I hug her again and she hugs me back.

“I missed talking to you all the time. I was terrified to talk to you at the funeral. I should’ve-“ “Nancy, just like you’ve just said, it’s a two way street. I was still pretty angry. I fucking loved you for Christ’s sake.” “Well, I’m very flattered. And I’m happy you’ve found someone who makes you happy… I do wonder…” she leans closer to me. “Are you bisexual?” I let out a loud chuckle as I hear the boys talking behind me, about their bonds with Dustin.

“Oh many, I thought you’d figure it out by now with your investigative skills. Besides…” I look around the foggy terrain. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re in the fucking Upside Down, darling.” Nancy laughs. “Valid point. Your secret is safe with me, but who else knows?” I point to Robin, Steve and Eddie. “And Gareth too… and Henry too.”

Nancy gets concerned as she immediately gets it with her investigative instincts. “Oh my god… He used it against you.. and Walter…” I nod softly and smirk lightly. “I’m just a soul full of love and daddy issues.” We both laugh. The domain erupts in tremors again and Robin tackles both of us to the ground. Steve and Eddie manage to hang on to trees.

“Here we go again!” I hear Eddie scream as we all hang tightly and shield our heads. I look at my two best friends and we huddle closer together protecting each other. “This is still better than dying from rabies.” Robin says and I laugh. “Or by Russians.” “Okay, good point.” “Who says we’re dying? We’re gonna get Vecna.” Nancy says. I smile at her comment.

The rattling finally stops and the three of us shudder in a bit of fear. “Is it over?” Robin speaks like a child. “I…. I think so.” I say dusting myself and the other two off. The boys rush over. “We need to hurry before the next quake.” Eddie says before wrapping his arms around me protectively. “Are you okay?” He asks gingerly caressing my face.

“I’m okay, we’re okay.” I smile as Steve looks at Nancy and Robin. “Let’s move.” Nancy charges as the five of us bolt to Nancy’s pseudo house.

*********

The five of us barge into the Wheeler fortress and look around. Nancy and I bolt upstairs and into her room. The other three follow. Nancy looks in her closet for her guns while I look around. “Dammit.” I hear her growl as the three meet us in the room. I jump over her bed to her aid. “What?” “The guns… they’re not here.” Nancy says furrowing her eyebrows as the lights flicker and faint voices arise. “Wait, Nance, look.” Steve utters.

Nancy walks to where Steve is by her dresser and she lets out a shocked gasp. “What?” Eddie asks as we both look on with Robin. “It’s her journal, dated for November 1983.” This clicks immediately for the group. “The Upside Down is stuck in 1983.” Nancy states, finally figuring it out. The echoing faint voices continue and catches Steve’s attention now. We step out into the doorway by the stairs. “Harrington, do you hear that?” I ask and he nods as we faintly hear a plot thickening. It clicks. “DUSTIN!” Steve exclaims.

[thedeathlysallows]

memento mori

Ch.6: Poison Ivy

Everything that happens next happens in a blur of monotony. Felix never comes back, but I can still feel his presence lingering around me like an itch that I can never quite scratch. The poison ivy sprigs keep popping up. Especially when I’m at the Cullen house. Esme has to sweep them away constantly, and I don’t know why, but it leaves a strange feeling in my chest. I don’t like to pretend or lie or act. I’ve done more of that since coming to Seattle than I ever have before. I don’t know how much longer I can keep it up.

“You’re letting your guard down, kid.” Jasper’s voice brings me back to reality, to now. He’s got his arms crossed like he’s ready to launch into a lecture. “What’s wrong with you? I don’t need to be an empath to know you’re feeling off.”

I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m in charge here. I have to worry.”

“Oh? You’re in charge of me, huh?”

The bastard smirks. “In a sense.”

I lunge forward, going for an obvious head on attack before faking to the right and actually going left. Jasper stumbles over my sudden move and I take the opportunity to jab him with one of my daggers. Not hard. Just enough to smart a bit. He hisses in pain and grabs his shoulder, turning to me with a grin.

“That’s more like it, kid.” Jasper shakes off the pain before hopping up on the trunk of my car and patting the spot next to him. “Emmett, Paul, you’re up!”

I scurry over to Jasper’s side and let the new fight play out. Seeing Paul again after so many years away from him was jarring. Seeing him as a shape shifter was even worse. I never would’ve expected him to be part of the pack, but then again there were so many secrets between us when we were together… he was probably a shifter back then and I just missed all the signs. I always wrote off his anger and how temperamental he was. After all, I was similar. We were attracted to each other for that very reason. We justified each other. We were something the other could point to and say “see, it’s not just me”.

Both of us were shocked when we broke up.

There was no huge fight. There was no blow up. We just… stopped. Stopped calling, stopped texting, stopped putting in any effort. I used college as an excuse and he used personal reasons, secret reasons, but I think both of us just knew it was time to go. Paul still has a special place in my heart but it’s a closed chapter. We can’t go back and I don’t think either of us want to go back.

Apparently, he imprinted on one of the Black girls. I can’t remember which because I was never particularly close to either of them. We played together as little girls, but that was the extent of it. We were nothing like Bella and Jacob.

“Hey,” I turn to Jasper. “Bella refuses to clue me in about Jacob. She’s still not talking to me.”

Jasper looks shocked. “It’s been months.”

“You’ve never been on Bella’s bad side.”

He looks almost wistful when he says, “you’re right.”          

“Anyway, what’s going on there? Dad only knows so much, but I need the real story.”

“You… want to gossip… with me?”

Suddenly I feel uncertain. “Yes?”

Jasper grins and ruffles my hair. “He has a crush on her.”

“That’s it?” I can’t believe it.

“Well, he’s a bit aggressive about it, but yeah. That’s it. She love him, but she isn’t in love with him.”

“Hmm.” I look over to Bella and Jacob. Would this still be happening if she had chosen him? If she hadn’t gone to Italy? “Anyway, do you think everyone is ready for tomorrow?”

“Do you?”

“I think you and I are the only ones with any actual experience, but the wolves do give us the element of surprise.”

Jasper nods. “We’re as ready as we can be.”

He calls off the fight and it breaks off smoothly at his command. Paul retreats to the tree line with the other wolves while Emmett goes to Rosalie. He kisses her gently, a stark contrast to the rough way he fights. I envy them, honestly. Their love is simple. Real. I don’t think I’ll ever have that.

“You should sleep,” Jasper tells me. “Meet us up at the field before sunrise.”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

I’m sleeping in my car tonight before hiking up to the decided on spot in the morning. Bella, Edward, and Jacob are camping a little further up in order to lure Victoria away from the main fight. It feels like she just graduated yesterday (and to be fair, that’s practically true) and her life might already be ending. She seems oddly at peace with it which makes me even angrier. She shouldn’t be so blasé about her own life.

But some battles can’t be fought.

Getting Bella away from Edward is one such battle.

“Good night, Roseanna.” Esme squeezes my shoulder kindly. “Stay safe.”

“I’ll be fine,” I reassure her. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll see all of you in the morning.”

I watch them leave before settling in my backseat, pulling the blanket Carlisle let me borrow up to my chin. I’ll leave it with Charlie before I head back to Charleston so he can get it back to the doctor. He’s nice and so is Esme. I like Jasper. But the less attached I am to them, the better.

I fall into a dreamless sleep, waking up to the first rays of sunlight peaking over the trees. So much for before dawn. Oh well. Jasper will just have to get over it.

When I make it to the clearing everyone is tense and expecting the worst. I, on the other hand, know everything will be fine. Between Jasper and myself I’m certain we can carry some of the weaker fighters through to the end.

And that’s exactly what we do.

Jasper fights with a precision that I truly envy, but I know my training gives me an edge. I was made to destroy and it makes my blood sing to be so in my element. The newborns are shocked to be fighting a human and it throws them off every time a new one of them faces me. They think I’m easy pickings. A snack for a job well done. Then my dagger sinks into their chest, or they get too close to my fingertips and burst into flames, and they realize too late how wrong they were.

“You have fire magic?” Emmett is the first to address me when the fight is over and we’re cleaning up the mess.

We’re on a time crunch to clean things up after having to take care of Jacob’s injuries from protecting Leah. A newborn was lingering after the fight and she tried to take it out on her own. She would’ve died if Jacob hadn’t saved her.

“I have lots of magic,” I tease. In reality, it’s only the fire magic. Fire works on almost every supernatural being. If my weapons are failing I have my fire.

Emmett gives me one of his boyish grins. “Dope.”

I grin back.

“They’re coming,” Alice announces, her stare glazed yet worried.

I move over to Bree, the young vampire girl the Cullens’ gave misguided amnesty to. The Volturi won’t allow her to live and neither will The Society. Eye for an eye, blood for blood. That’s how our two groups operate.

“Don’t say anything,” I tell her. I’m not stupid enough to give her false hope. She isn’t making it out of this alive, but I can at least help her get through this with as little pain as possible.

Jasper moves to the other side of Bree. We form a protective barrier in front of her just in time for Alice to announce the arrival of the Volturi. They emerge from the tree line, fierce and cloaked in danger. I take my time looking at each one of them.

Every Volturi member standing in front of us is gratingly familiar to me. Felix for obvious reasons seeing as how I’m his new favorite toy, but the others have more transitory positions in my life. I’ve met Jane and Alec twice before on other missions. Demetri was only a meeting in passing once, and he barely paid attention to me at all. From the look on his face he doesn’t even recognize me. And Felix is… pointedly ignoring me. Sure, he spares a glance in my direction every so often, but he doesn’t look at me. He keeps his eyes on Jasper.

“It appears we’ve missed an entertaining fight,” Alec says to me directly. He smiles and it sends a shiver down my spine. I’m not particularly afraid of any of them, but seeing such darkness in a child is disconcerting to say the least. He and Jane can’t be more than twelve.

I shrug. “It was your typical run in with newborns. They’re a flash in the pan compared to the rest of us.”

“Yes.” He tilts his head and looks to Bree who is cowering between me and Jasper. “You missed one.”

Esme speaks up before I can say anything. “She didn’t know what she was doing. We’ll take full responsibility for her.”

“That’s not how this works,” I say lowly enough that hopefully only the Cullens can hear me. “Esme, you know that.”

She looks at me out of the corner of her eye, a deep frown marring her otherwise perfect face.

“The Volturi don’t give second chances,” Jane tells Esme in a flat, matter of fact voice.

“Then The Society can decide what’s done with her.”

I shake my head. “No, Esme, don’t ask for that.”

Jane smiles, the expression full of sadistic glee. “Why don’t you explain why, Agent?”

I don’t… I don’t want to do this. It’s my job, sure, but I don’t want to look Esme or Carlisle in the eyes and tell them what The Society demand be done as payment for the innocent lives lost. What they would demand to restore balance in nature.

Carlisle takes Esme by the hand and looks at me pleadingly. “Surely The Society would understand she didn’t know what she was doing? We’ll take her in. Teach her.”

“No.” My voice is a whisper. “It would never be allowed. The Volturi protect your kind, keep them in line, ensure the secret is kept. Other supernatural beings have their own governing bodies as well. But who protects the humans? That’s why we- why The Society- exists.”

“And they are much less forgiving than us,” Jane adds. “We’ll make it quick. The Society wouldn’t show such mercy.”

Normally I wouldn’t think twice about rendering judgement, but the idea of Bella seeing me torture someone she and her new family deem innocent makes me sick. I don’t want to be a monster in her eyes. Being a shitty older sister is more than enough.

I look at Carlisle, pleading with him. “Just let the Volturi handle this. Keep it between vampires. If you insist I handle it you’ll hate me.”

Esme is the one to speak. “Roseanna, we could never.”

“But you would. I promise you would. Listen to Jane, please.”

“Yes, please, listen to me.” Jane’s eyes are trained on Bree. “Before sentence is passed, however, we must have answers. Who are you?”

When Bree doesn’t answer quickly enough, Jane turns on her horrible gift and Bree drops to the ground, screaming and writhing in pain. Jane continues her questioning but her voice is drowned out by Bree’s screams. I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears as a wave of sickness overtakes me.

I’m repulsed.

Enraged.

Helpless.

I can’t save Bree. I know I can’t, but maybe I can help her. Just a little.

“Stop.” I can’t take it anymore. “I’ll send a formal report with you to Volterra if you don’t mind making a pit stop in Seattle. Consider it a gift from The Society for doing your job for you.”

Jane’s eyes snap to me. There’s still a hint of crazed blood lust in them, but she tilts her chin haughtily. “Very well. I’m sure Caius will be interested to know the human is still… human.”

“The date is set,” Bella pipes up. Knowing she’s immune to Jane’s gifts has her brave. Dumb kid.

Jane hums through a tight lipped smile. “Take care of that Felix,” she says flicking her fingers to Bree, “I’d like to go home.”

Felix stalks forward, his grey cape swishing against the dead grass. His eyes are trained solely on Bree, but he brushes against me to get to her. The only acknowledgment of my existence he’s given since appearing in the field. The soft leather of his gloves brushes against my palm before his hands are on Bree. I can hear Edward whisper to what I assume is Bella, telling her not to look. I, on the other hand, can’t look away as Felix wrenches her by the neck, separating her head from her body in one fluid motion before tossing her in the fire. A broken sound escapes me and Jasper puts a hand on my shoulder.

I’m not sure what I’m feeling, but I know this part of Felix, of his job, isn’t as horrific as the others around me seem to find it. The truth is this: Felix and I are two sides of the same coin. What he does, he does out of loyalty to his coven. What I do, I do out of loyalty to humanity even if I have to be not quite human to do it. I understand why he has to be the one to end Bree’s life and I’m thankful for it. We’re both trained to be killers, performing our duties without hesitation. It feels nice to have someone here who understands that.

Someone other than Jasper at least, I think to myself as I look up at him. He watched the whole thing as well. Never blinking an eye or flinching away. Jasper meets my gaze and pats me on the shoulder. Something unsaid passes between us. I can feel the unease in my stomach settle only to pick back up when I notice the way Felix looks at the two of us as he walks back to the other members of his coven.

I get the horrifying feeling I inadvertently signed Jasper’s death warrant.

“We’ll give you time to finish cleaning up,” Alec says to me. It takes me a couple seconds to focus on him. “Meet us in Seattle at sundown.”

I give an awkward thumbs up. “Sure thing.”

As they prepare to leave I see Demetri’s head snap over to Felix who simply shrugs. They’re conversing in a low tone that I can’t pick up.

None of us move until the Volturi can’t be heard anymore and Alice sees them heading for Seattle. Bella is the first to turn her rage on me, brown eyes smoldering with anger.

“Why didn’t you save her,” she demands. “You could’ve given her asylum on behalf of The Society!”

I shake my head. “No. That’s not how The Society works.”

“Then don’t work for them!”

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down and pushing back the oncoming migraine I can feel behind my eyes. “Bella, it isn’t that simple. Things aren’t as black and white as you like to believe. I didn’t choose to work for The Society. They chose me. That’s how that happens. They choose you and they break you and they mold you until you would die if they told you to.”

“It still sounds like you could leave if you really wanted to.”

“What part of that sounds like I could just up and leave?! The only way I’m getting out of this is if I die or if they find me compromised!”

Curiosity piques in Bella’s eyes. “Compromised?”

“An Agent is considered compromised if they choose a supernatural creature over their mission. I would be compromised because of…” Because of lots of reasons really. But I don’t want to escalate things by seeming like I’m blaming Bella. I especially don’t want to bring up Felix.

Alice steps towards me, her movements lithe and graceful. “Because of Felix? I wasn’t certain before. I can’t see you, but every time I would try I would see him. It was always changing- still is, really. What are you hiding?”

I bristle at her words. “You are a very annoying little leech.”

Jasper growls beside me. “Careful, kid.”

“Then call your girlfriend off.”

“Only after you answer some questions.”

“Oh, fuck you!” There’s a pang of guilt in my stomach, but I ignore it. “I don’t owe any of you anything. I was sent here to take care of a newborn army that the Volturi weren’t. I did that. It’s not my fault the army was created because of my sister and her shitty choices.”

Alice folds her arms over her chest. “We were protecting her.”

“Oh, you were? It was kinda hard to tell with the swarm of baby bloodsuckers trying to chomp on her like a snack.” My migraine is full force now. “Fuck it. I’m leaving. I still have work to do.”

No one stops me from leaving. I bend and scoop up my jacket from where it rests on a nearby rock, curling my nose in disgust when I take in all the blood and guts covering it. That was my favorite jacket too. I toss it in one of the still blazing fires and start the hike back to my car.

I know I’m not faultless. Not completely. I’m abrasive and stuck in my ways which doesn’t lend itself to honest and open dialogue. But I’m not heartless. I care about Bella, about Dad, about Mom. I just want them all safe and the best way for me to do that given my current circumstance is to distance myself. Everything I do is to keep them safe. Why can’t Bella see that?

On the way back to Seattle I call dad to let him know I finished up my work and have to head back to Charleston tomorrow. He suggests dinner. I decline. He suggests an early breakfast. I accept. I’ve got to drive through Forks on the way back home anyway and who knows when I’ll get the chance to see Dad face to face again. He suggests inviting Bella. I don’t know how to tell him she hates me and I’m probably not invited to the wedding.

When I get back to my room I prepare my formal report and send it to Titania. The warehouse across the street is dead silent for the first time since I got here. Nothing stirs, not even Felix is there.

I feel… empty.

There’s a knock at my door and I smell vampire. I smell Felix.

“Wow,” I say as I swing the door open. “The brute has manners.”

He nods sagely, holding out his hand for the file. I give it to him and try my best to mask my confusion. Felix flips through it page by page, stretching the silence between us until I feel like I’m about to burst out of my skin. When he finally spares a look at me there’s a darkness in his eyes I can’t figure out.

“You certainly don’t make things easy for me, darling,” he finally says.

“What do you mean?”

Felix steps forward, forcing his way into my room, and grabs me by the waist. “I’ve told you before about letting other men touch you and it seems you just won’t learn your lesson.”

He bites down on my shoulder, careful not to draw blood, and I cry out in pain. He brushes his tongue over the bite, over the spot Jasper’s hand had been, licking away his touch. There’s something feral and animalistic about the action. On a primal level, I fucking love it. On a conscious level, I despise it.

“I’ll be seeing you, my little poison ivy. Our game isn’t over.”

[valena-nedela]

r/WritingPrompts: A AskReddit post which reads: "Superheroes/Supervillains, what's the most awkward situation you found yourselves in during your career?"

I conjured a spirit to conceal my identity on this post, and it was a mischievous thing, so I have no idea what name this is appearing under. Apologies to whoever’s identity I’ve stolen for the moment, I suppose.

I’ve never kept a “costume” name, as I’ve just never really been one for that sort of thing. And I’m certainly not giving out my real name, no matter how much of a “nobody” I may be outside of the heroes-and-villains business. Names carry too much power. By way of introduction, I’ll use the title I carry among the spirit world and those who traffic with it: The Witch of the Book.

If you know that name, you are likely wary, but I assure you there are no bindings or charms concealed within these words.

If you operate within the circles I do, you are likely at least somewhat aware that the majority of the power at my disposal comes from my namesake book. However, I’m not without power of my own. It’s a minor gift, nothing that would have me fighting monsters on its own, but I have slight mental manipulation abilities. I come off as trustworthy, my requests sound reasonable, and people are generally willing to listen and take my side. It’s no mind control — it takes quite a lot of conversation and effort on my part to even plant a suggestion in someone — but it’s helped me on more than a few occasions.

One thing it has never helped with is getting dates.

You would think, right? I like to believe I present as a mysterious, powerful, and wise entity. Between that and natural charms I should have it easy. But no. Apparently being WLW and involved in all manner of mystical nonsense puts me in an extreme niche. It doesn’t help that I’m rather prone to falling for people too easily…

But you wanted specific incidents. I have two.

First, I once took an apprentice in the mystical arts. I don’t think I would, anymore, but I was less experienced at the time. And I was… a bit charmed by her. She was clever, enthusiastic, funny, relentlessly positive, and had a habit to turn any interaction between us into a flirt. We were dancing around the topic of dating — our relationship wasn’t as imbalanced as a student-teacher one, but it still felt awkward — when one of my own familiars had to break it to me that while I may have found the girl charming, she was quite literally enchanted by me. In one go, I discovered my charm was amplified against those who could be attracted to me, and my apprentice learned she was abnormally strongly influenced by enchantment.

I had to break off the relationship for ethical reasons, and end her apprenticeship because the arts were too risky for her.

The second incident might be worse, honestly, and also probably more familiar to the rest of the vigilante community. Having gone years without any further prospects, I was desperate enough to turn to a dating app. Surprisingly, I got a hit almost immediately, and it didn’t take long for us to hit it off on the app and set up a date. And of course, it turned out to be one of my fiercest rivals. We’d both used enough magical obfuscation over our encounters to not know it until we sat down, but I knew that voice in an instant, and I could tell from the look on her face that she knew mine. Of course, I was without my book and she was without her enchanted sword, so it wasn’t like things would turn to blows, but I still expected her to cut things short. Stars know I should have.

But no! She was perfect. Polite, funny, charming, seeming genuinely interested — and I knew from our battles that my charms didn’t affect her. And I had always found her beautiful, despite constantly being at odds. And now, knowing she’s also interested in women… it makes me want to scream. I swear she was only doing it to act superior or mess with me.

But now… I’m honestly considering seeing if we can work things out between us, no matter how stupid or desperate that makes me.

[alyosiuscreightonward]

Since we met, I consider that you are drowning in “What The Actual Fuck?!?!”

It’s obvious that we have had our share of problems in our lives and with other people.

It could have been something so fucking stupid that ruined everything. Also it may have started out as a single cell like an amoeba and now it’s Mount Everest.

The issues are real and they are also imagined. You found them in bed. I found pictures. I didn’t react. I let it slide. You did react. Rightly so.

I saw the pictures, I knew that he was cheating. Then he said that he was giving me permission to go out and cheat on him. I did. In retrospect, it wasn’t anything. I felt nothing.

Someone said, in the middle of an acting class, “Morales!! Feel the wind!! Feel the cold!!” Morales said that she made an effort to see if she could get there. Everyone else felt the whoosh, the sensation of going downhill. Everyone was there. She said that she tried really hard to find the cold, the wind etc, as she imagined she was going downhill on a toboggan, even skiing. Then after a few minutes, she told Mr. Carpman, “I feel nothing.” He replied, “Morales, I think you should transfer to another high school.” Morales snapped back, “It’s probably genetic, we don’t have bobsleds in San Juan.”

I’m sure you’ve been there as I have.

Yet you and I can easily recall winter. We can remember when we didn’t have A/C in the car in July/August.

In a song by Meatloaf, he says, “She used her body just like a bandage. She used my body just like a wound.” Today, we have the memory of the bandage being ripped off and the pain. Child. Please. For me, it has always been the punch in the face you can’t take back.

Now, it’s definitely different from what happened. We’ve grown. We can protect ourselves. We can be vulnerable too. Yet we push back and walk away without feeling.

I’m here. You’re there.

We act differently in front of people. We put on a show.

In the privacy of the bathroom, as we fall asleep, we have a different perspective on our lives.

I’m sure you fight with yourself when I write on my blog.

Compartmentalizing each and every emotion. Then the sunlight catches your eyes.

Why is this happening? Why me? This is so beyond fucked up!!! Jesus help me!!! He’s so different from anyone that has crossed my path. Fuck!!

Charles doesn’t want sex or anything sexual. I flirt with him by showing off and letting see a my belly button or by bending over. He’s like yeah, whatever dude. He knows how to keep his distance from me and he knows how to make me feel safe. The other motherfuckers…

I may get irritated by his shenanigans but he then gets it together and works with me to get it done. Yet my feelings are mine. One day, I may have the courage to say something but not right now because it’s repulsive.

Two men. 🤮🤮

But Charles loves me. All the dents, dings and the things that can’t be fixed. Why? Sincerely why me?!?!

There’s conflict. The version that I know is it’s supposed to be your body, my choice. I have one way, color within the lines and it’s that simple. Why did you choose to color or even paint the grass blue and the sky green? What kind of madness is it when I hear swans don’t like water and eagles can’t fly?!?! I call BULLSHIT. Fucking bullshit.

Charles doesn’t have a clue. He’s a whack job. He doesn’t know how I felt when I hugged him. He doesn’t even know how I felt after I spoke to 5-0.

“Caleb, he can find a cum dumpster. Just another bleeding axe wound. Though will she ever know how hard it is to love a man? Look. I know shit.”

He constantly blows my mind. He knows that I am a man. He knows that I’m a staunch believer in one man and one woman. The very idea of Adam and Steve is gross 🤢 and still he wants me?!?!

He says it’s his boundaries that keeps him away from me. But when I say something concerning work, he’s there to support me and help me, but he doesn’t want anything.

That guy is beyond.

Charles then sends me links to his blog and he says shit and I don’t know what to say or think.

This is so fucked up. I remember when he said something about the demolition man. I’m sure he wants this to work. I just don’t know how to accept it or how I feel about this situation.

FUCK!!!

He says that this is my fault because apparently I gave him something that he never had before.

FUCK!!!

The other night as we going out separate ways, he said that that was the first meal he had eaten since he had made the mistake to call me fat. I can’t believe or imagine how he could do that? That’s so fucked up.

God. I look to you for guidance. Why does he have the need to tell me that he loves me?

FUCK!!!