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jayflrt · 6 months ago

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟕𝟖𝟔 44. dangerous entanglements

content warnings: smut, dirty talk, lots of teasing, praise, fingering, oral (m. receiving), oral (f. receiving)

YOUR FATHER WAS A GREAT MAN.

You knew he had his faults, like any other parent, you supposed. Maybe sometimes you felt pressured by the expectations that weighed on your shoulders, but your dad deserved some credit for consistently making an effort for your sake.

For your fifth grade promotion, it was your dad in the very front row, beaming brightly with his camera even though your mother was nowhere to be seen. It was your dad that attended each and every single science fair and spelling bee that you participated in, and even if you didn’t win first place, he would celebrate each one. It was your dad that helped you pick out clothes for your first date, which you were extremely nervous about and ended up swatching three different eye shadow palettes on his arm.

It was perhaps the lack of effort from the parents around you that made you appreciate your father just a little more. You were well aware that Sunghoon’s parents weren’t the same; they hadn’t even sent flowers for his graduation. The only time they celebrated his accomplishments was for events where they could use publicity to their advantage.

So who were you to complain about your path being carved for you when it had been so generously laid out at your feet? How could you protest when you were promised realities that few could only dream of?

Maybe dreams were just dreams. Foolish idealizations that you were meant to bury under the sand and forget about. When it came to your purpose, a dream was worthless. That was why you pushed it down your whole life, suppressing every selfish desire until it curled around your ribs and made it hard to breathe.

And you supposed that Jay was the one who left you vulnerable enough to slip back into those dangerous dreams.

But things were different now. Sure, your dad hadn’t yet accepted the future you wanted for yourself, and you were far too scared to confront him about it, but he had already given you freedom for the summer. You just had to get him to warm up to the idea, that was all.

When he called you to his study, you weren’t sure what to expect. Maybe he would talk about the ceremony for Sungjin, or maybe he would tell you about how golfing went. Regardless, you were itching to ask him what he thought about Jay; it was his approval that you sought out the most, after all.

As soon as you walked inside, your dad glanced up and closed the folder he was reading from. You were greeted with a warm smile. You realized you were still by the door, twiddling with your fingers before walking over to his desk.

“Is Jay settled in the guest bedroom yet?” he asked. “You should bring him an extra blanket. I heard it gets cold in there.”

He was asking about Jay out of his own accord. That had to be a good thing, right? You were afraid that your dad wouldn’t think Jay met up to a certain socio-economic level that he expected, but you had hope that Jay’s personality would blow all of that out of the water.

“Yeah, he said it’s great. I’ll—”

“Did you bring your notebook?”

An all-too-familiar chill traveled down your spine. You placed the moleskine notebook on the desk, as he requested, and you sat at the chair across from him. None of your memories associated with this notebook were fond, and you attributed most of your bad memories with your father to the very object.

You were given the notebook at a very young age. The instructions were quite clear; all you had to do was jot down whatever your father asked you to, follow it religiously, and never lose the book.

It was a strange practice, but you never complained. Something about writing down information to remember it better, but you weren't quite convinced that was the whole reason. It felt more to do with your father wanting to feel as if he had some control over your life, like the notebook was his tool to set you on the right path.

Initially, it was simply a resource for you. At a young age, you often struggled with social anxiety whenever you were dragged along to some upper crust event. The notebook was a gift from your father after hours of being scolded by your mother for your shy behavior and awkward responses. He provided pages of generated responses for you to practice and certain important names you had to remember. It was helpful in the beginning.

Then, he added more to it. You suddenly had a section of people to avoid, people who were of no value to you. There were only a few names there at first—people who had gotten involved in scandals, people who had the intent to scam, people who had a bad reputation—but then your father had you write in a name that threw you for a loop.

Kim Sunoo.

It was around high school when you started feeling worse about the notebook. You were always encouraged to associate with Park Sunghoon, so your dad was naturally pleased by your growing friendship with him, but when he found out that Heeseung was part of your group, you had to walk around with the guilt of writing your dear friend down as someone who was meaningless to your future. Expendable.

“Now, I have some edits I’d like you to add in.” He paused to adjust the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. “Do you have a pen?”

You begrudgingly grabbed a ballpoint pen from his pencil holder. “Ready.”

The first few names mentioned were from the Order. (Stay close to Song Eunseok—his parents are government officials; be on good terms with Ning Yizhuo—her dad owns a steel company; be friendly but don’t worry much about Shin Ryujin—her dad’s a casino owner.) He always gave you some rundown about their families, how they’d prove to be useful connections, and then you would have to just trust your father’s judgment. There was never room for you to go against his words.

Then, he pushed a piece of paper in front of you.

Your heart sank.

Jay Park: Rebound from Sunghoon. Temporary fun. Won’t last past graduation.

There was something furious inside you, and it sank its icy jaws right into your heart. You felt your blood pumping, drumming in your ears so violently that you almost couldn’t catch him telling you to copy the words into your notebook.

You stared unblinkingly at the words, horrified. “I thought you liked Jay.”

“I do,” your dad insisted with an earnest nod. “He has a bright future ahead of him, and we had a great game—though I think he could practice his swing—but just because I like him doesn’t mean he’s anything more than a friend to you.”

You spluttered, outraged. “More than a—what?”

“Y/N, I don’t want this to upset you, but guys like Jay might seem fun and exciting at first, but you and him are from completely different worlds. He’s not gonna mesh well in our world.” He spoke to you in a gentle yet firm voice, but there was a condescending undertone that made your skin crawl. “You don’t see it now, but you’re gonna do great things in the future, and you need to be with someone who can match your standard.”

You knew he was hinting at Sunghoon. Your father took the news of your breakup strangely well, but you were certain that he thought you and your ex-boyfriend were simply on a break. Yours and Sunghoon’s family had constantly pushed for you two to get together from a young age; it was almost as if you two were destined to be together, but now it was clear to you that he just happened to be from an accomplished family.

But what on Earth was your dad spewing about Jay? He often spoke about your feelings on your behalf, but he never genuinely tried to understand how you were feeling.

“Dad, it’s not like that,” you tried, meeker than you had hoped. “I really want this to work out, like, I think I finally found someone who makes me feel the way you do about mom.”

As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you realized that it probably wasn’t the most ideal comparison. Your stomach only sank deeper when you saw your father’s eyes harden, clouding over with some unrecognizable emotion that made you falter.

“And look how that turned out,” he said sadly, hardly louder than your voice had been.

You overstepped.

It was as if that rage inside of you subdued at once. It shriveled back immediately, and you tried to reason with yourself.

It wasn’t anything to worry over. Your notebook was only for your eyes, so writing empty words wouldn’t do any harm. It wasn’t like your father’s mind couldn’t be swayed; you managed to convince him to take you off of the Mercy Health internship, so you could definitely get him to warm up to Jay. They seemed to get along well, after all, so it wouldn’t be an impossible feat.

So, you gritted your teeth and copied down his dreadful text word-for-word. This time, you weren’t quite sure if this was all worth your father’s smile of approval.

Your meeting with your father sapped all of the energy right out of you. You dragged your feet all the way up to your room before remembering that you were supposed to bring Jay an extra blanket.

And, never mind that, you were also supposed to have a very important talk with him. This was something you had actually been anticipating, too, because he was the one who offered to have a discussion. You felt like you were floating high up in the clouds throughout the day until you spoke with your father.

As you made your way down the hall, your heart raced. Deep down, you knew that nothing felt right about keeping this from him. You needed to tell Jay, but then wouldn’t he resent your father and steer clear from you? You couldn’t screw this up before it even started.

Jay opened the door only seconds after you knocked. He was wearing the suit he was planning to interview in, and you remembered him mentioning that he wanted to tailor the parts that didn’t fit as well himself. Immediately, the nonchalant façade you were trying to put up had shattered at your feet, and your throat felt thick with emotion. He gingerly took the blanket before gesturing for you to come inside.

“Your guest bedroom’s huge,” he started after closing the door. “This is bigger than my—” Jay stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed you wiping at the corners of your eyes. Sincerity dripped from his tongue, like honey. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You had been trying your hardest to bottle up how you felt, but you always happened to wear your emotions on your sleeve around him.

“Come on, what’s wrong?” he pressed again, this time craning his neck lower so that he could make eye contact with you. As much as you tried to avoid his gaze, Jay just took your forearms gently and turned you to face him. “You can talk to me.”

You weren’t going to tell him. You couldn’t. He would just pull away from you again, and you didn’t want him to slip from your fingers.

Somehow, you always felt so anxious about him leaving you. It almost felt like it would be inevitable; the closer you got to him, the harder you had to hold on to keep him by your side. The discussion with your father only cemented that fear—the kind of fear that got deep inside your skin and dug a grave.

“No, I’m always crying around you. It’s embarrassing.” You used your sleeve to wipe your eyes. “I was crying the first time we met, too.”

The corner of Jay’s mouth picked up in a grin, and he simply brought his hands to your face so that he could wipe away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. “It’s not because of me, right?” When you didn’t respond, he pulled back to catch your expression, eyes wide with shock. “It’s because of me?”

“Not completely,” you tried, but Jay was already taking a seat at the edge of the mattress and letting his head hang, as if he was reflecting on his past actions. “I just”—you took a few steps closer to him until you were standing between his legs—“feel like you’re not really here sometimes.”

His calloused hands gently held the back of your knees as he looked up at you. “What do you mean?”

“I feel like we feel the same way about each other, and I feel like there’s something there, but you always pull me in and push me away whenever we get too close,” you said. It was honestly shocking that you were even able to frame the words that you couldn’t even string together in your head. “What is it about me that’s making you hesitate?”

Jay swallowed thickly. For a moment, he just stared at you, unblinking, and you were afraid that he was going to run away from you again. Then, he slid his hands up to the back of your thighs and pulled you down to straddle his lap. Your cheeks heated up when you remembered being in that exact position in your hotel room in Monaco.

“It’s not really something I can explain right now,” he murmured. “I just—the person I am right now isn’t ready to be the person you need me to be, but it feels impossible to stay away from you.”

“I don’t need you to be anyone but yourself,” you insisted. With a frustrated sigh, you went on, “I’ve basically been taken advantage by most of the people in my life, and you’re the first guy to make me feel like I’m worth more than my last name. I don’t want all of this”—you gestured to the space around you—“to make you feel like you have to live up to some expectation.”

“It’s not that, Y/N, I—”

“Then what is it?”

“I told you, I can’t explain it right now.”

“Well, if you can’t tell me, then what’re we even doing?” Exasperated, your voice broke. That was all it took for your tears to start spilling again, and even though you willed them to stop, you couldn’t keep them from pooling at your waterline. Jay simply looked agonized as he struggled to form coherent sentences. “What is it, am I—am I that hard to want?”

You couldn’t quite catch Jay’s outraged expression properly with the way your vision was blurring, but the tension between you two was unbearable. You could feel his grip tighten around your thighs upon hearing your words.

“No, it’s easier than breathing.”

You sucked in a breath and shook your head. “I’m sorry. We shouldn’t be talking about this before your—”

It all happened quicker than a flash of lightning. One second Jay’s thumb was rubbing circles on your tear-stained cheeks, and then his soft lips were pressed against yours.

Jay kissed you.

He kissed you.

There was a violent storm in your chest, and it left strong gusts of passion and a torrent of arousal in its wake. It appeared that Jay, too, only felt the weight of his actions after pulling back to look at you. His eyes were searching yours, a little helpless, but you could tell that they were clouding over with something fiercer.

“I shouldn’t do this,” he whispered—a failed attempt at forced conviction. His lips were inches from yours, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. With little self-restraint, Jay leaned in once more, leaving gentle, chaste pecks that grew more and more fervent, his hesitancy ebbing away as he did. “No, no, no, no—I really shouldn’t be doing this.”

You couldn’t do this either. A voice in the back of your head kept telling you to backtrack, to tell Jay what being together would mean for him right now. But his interview with your father was tomorrow; you couldn’t unnerve him right before it. Despite your internal conflict, however, it was hard for you to focus on anything but the curve of his lips.

A bubble of fear dared to burst as your vulnerability bled through, but all you knew was that you wanted more—no, you needed more.

His gaze was still piercing, and you knew exactly what he was asking. Although your voice had been wavering up until now, you never sounded more sure of yourself when you said in a breath, “But I need you,” and something primal inside Jay snapped.

He sealed his mouth over yours again—hot and slow—and the way his hands roamed your body wasn’t pure in the slightest. He pulled you in by your waist, dragging your clothed core against his thigh, and then his bruising grip found its way to your hips.

You felt feverish.

There was something intoxicating about the way Jay kissed you. He was precise, like he had mapped out exactly what he wanted to do to you beforehand, and he saw to it that you were fully satisfied. Although you two had all the time in the world, there was a sense of urgency in the way you held the back of his neck. You wanted all of him before you couldn’t have him at all.

You heard a low rumble in the back of his throat. The sounds he made were so addicting that you grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged, rousing another groan from Jay before he proceeded to slip his tongue past your lips.

Jay pulled away to kiss down to your jawline, leaving small pecks down the column of your neck and the expanse of your collarbone until he found that perfect spot that stole the breath from your lungs. He sank his teeth into your shoulder, inciting a yelp that he muffled with a chaste kiss.

Then, he was pulling down the front of your shirt, kissing as much exposed skin he could find. You moaned softly as you rolled your hips down against him, but Jay was still focused on ravaging your chest.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he rasped again, practically growling against your skin, “but I can’t think straight around you.”

Your nerves felt like they had been lit aflame. You had fantasized about this moment for a while, but you never anticipated that Jay would be so forward, so desperate. Despite that, though, he was still gentle in the way he kissed every inch of your skin as if he worshiped your body.

You drew back to hurriedly pull your shirt over your head. Jay eyed you with a hunger in his eyes that couldn’t be satiated, but he seemed to regain some of his conscience when he threw a nervous glance over his shoulder. The door was still unlocked, but you weren’t worried about anyone walking in.

“Here? Are you sure?” he asked. He kept his eyes trained on you as you tossed your shirt to the side, then hooked your fingers in your waistband to slide your shorts down, then your thong (which he ended up tearing in half). His hands traveled up your sides, and then he moved to unhook your bra. “I told you we couldn’t do this.”

“We can’t, or you won’t?”

“We can’t,” he insisted, firmer this time, although his eyes were unfocused, “but I’ve never been good at standing my ground when it comes to you.”

“Good,” you started, slipping your bra off and letting it fall to the floor.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, “you’re a dream.”

Despite your burning cheeks, you ignored his praise and continued, “I want you to stop caring about everyone else and just pay attention to me.”

His eyes were hard when he asked, “Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I won’t be able to stop,” he said, “and you might not be able to sleep tonight.”

“Prove it.”

He stared at you, almost like he was enchanted, and his hand crept up your inner thigh. “C’mere.”

You thought Jay was going to pull you back on top of him when he took your hand, but he ran his hands up to your hips and left hot, open-mouthed kisses up your thigh. You gasped, pressing your legs together because your core burned with arousal, but Jay looked up at you through half-lidded eyes.

He stood up, making you take a few steps backward. Jay loosened his tie and unbuttoned his coat as he walked you back into the wall. You took that as your cue to push his coat off his shoulders and carefully undo the buttons of his white button-up.

“Careful,” he said in a low voice, “they’re hanging on by a thread.”

You weren’t sure how rough you were handling his clothing, but you swore you heard the sounds of fabric tearing while you were trying to undress Jay. He gave you a look of disapproval, but once you let it drop to the floor, neither of you cared about the state of your garments anymore.

And, oh, did he look heavenly; you hadn’t noticed it much before, but his broad shoulders and sculpted chest made you feel like you were going to be ruined. His body was truly something else. You were almost certain it belonged behind velvet ropes at a museum, not brazenly on display before you. You ran your hand down his abs, making him draw in shallow breaths because of your featherlight touch.

“Want me to make you feel good?” he asked in a low voice, lips at the shell of your ear. You short-circuited and let out a pathetic, breathless sound, which Jay only cooed at. The pad of his thumb ghosted your bottom lip. “You’ve been waiting, yeah?”

“Well, I’ve been waiting, too,” Jay continued, “and I’ve been waiting for so long that I’m scared I won’t hold back. Think I’d break you.”

You let out a whimper so pathetic that your cheeks burned with shame immediately after. Jay smirked at your reaction, pushing you further up against the wall. You two were now chest-to-chest, and he experimentally rolled your nipple between two fingers, watching how your face twisted in an attempt to keep quiet.

“I think you should just break me, then.”

“Should I?” He hummed, pausing to look you up and down. “Want my fingers or my mouth?”

“Both?”

You received a smug grin in response. “Good girl.”

He lowered himself to the ground until his lips were near the apex of your legs. You felt your heart hammering in your ribcage.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he observed, experimentally breaching your cunt with the tips of his fingers. “How often do you think about me, baby?”

His words ripped through your body like an inferno. “I… I don’t—”

“Don’t what? You don’t think about me?” he asked, and he didn't look like he believed you at all. You shook your head in protest and he grinned. “That’s a lie, isn’t it?”

“I’m not telling.”

“That’s fine. I’ll just get it out of you.”

The Order member had a wicked side to him, you concluded. Jay stood up once more to look you in the eye. Despite his gentle tone, he slid his pointer and middle finger into your cunt with a suddenness that made you grab onto his shoulders. You inhaled sharply when his thumb found purchase on your clit, and his gentle murmurs of encouragement didn’t exactly match the unforgiving pace his fingers were pumping inside you at.

As if that wasn’t enough, Jay started kissing up your inner thighs again. He littered your skin with kisses and bruises, which you hardly noticed because you were too focused on the way his fingers curled inside of you.

Every mewl and whimper spilling from your lips only seemed to encourage Jay further, and it was only a matter of time before he experimentally dragged his tongue along the folds of your cunt. You let out a shaky breath, steadying yourself by gripping his hair. Coupled with the pace Jay fingered you at, you were almost worried that he would actually break you by the end of the night. He was so tedious and meticulous about the way he pleasured you, gauging your reactions and intensifying his ministrations whenever he noticed you were enjoying something.

A certain desperation clouded your eyes once you felt that familiar warmth blossoming under your skin. Your arousal was all but rushing in your ears, so loud that you couldn’t even think about anything but the undeniable pleasure.

Jay seemed to take notice that you were reaching your climax, so he slipped his fingers out of you. Before you could even let out a whine, he grabbed your hips and buried his face in your cunt. You gasped, but it quickly broke off into obscene moans as his tongue skillfully snaked its way past your slit. Your hips canted a little for more friction, but Jay had a formidable grip on you, keeping you pinned to the wall.

“Like that?” he purred, flattening his tongue and licking one long stripe to your clit. He laughed a little when you could only let out a helpless cry, begging for more. “No one’s made you feel this good, baby? Is that why you can’t get enough of me?”

You weren’t sure what you were trying to say, but whatever it was came out as an incoherent string of words. Jay pulled away to stand up, which frustrated you beyond belief because you needed his hands to be on you. A sheen of your arousal glistened on his chin and nose, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you pulled him close to connect your lips again.

Jay’s fingers buried themselves in your cunt again, and your breath hitched against his mouth as you readjusted to the sudden penetration. The pads of his fingers brushed against that perfect spot right under your cervix that made you see stars. You were so, so close to the edge of your release, and you could feel the corners of Jay’s mouth lift when he realized you were about to cum.

He pulled back to ask, “No?”

You shook your head, and Jay smiled, curling his fingers at the perfect angle to get you to come undone before him. Pleasure rippled through your body. You felt like your knees were going to give out from standing, and you ended up falling forward against Jay’s bare chest.

You felt him press a kiss to your temple, and it got a weak smile out of you. You tried to look him in the eye when you wrapped your arms around his neck, but he was licking off your arousal from his fingers in a way that immediately flustered you.

“Take these off,” you said shyly, tugging at the waistband of his pants. “It’s not fair if I’m the only one naked.”

“Uh-huh,” Jay replied absentmindedly, ghosting his hands down your sides. “I can’t believe you look this good.”

You pouted. “You’re not even listening to me!”

“Nah, I always am.” His hands found the back of your thighs, and you took that as your cue to hold onto his shoulders and jump. Jay hiked your legs up his waist and carried you to the bed, setting you down carefully at the edge. He was towering over you when he stood between your knees and asked, “Why don’t you take them off yourself?”

“M-me?” you stuttered out, but your fingers were already fumbling for his zipper.

You swallowed thickly. Jay’s cock was strained under the fabric, and you were already overwhelmed by his size. You tugged his pants down by the belt loops, and Jay assisted you by pushing the rest down his legs. His boxers were next, and you were especially nervous about this one. As you pulled them down, with Jay shuddering as you traced his v-line with your manicured nails, his erect cock sprung out and slapped the underside of his abdomen.

There was an alarming issue at hand: Jay was huge.

Not that you were one to compare dick sizes, but his was considerably thicker and heavier than any other ones you had seen before. You were almost worried that Jay wasn’t exaggerating when he told you he would break you.

You felt hot again when he cupped your cheek with his palm. “Hm? Keep going.”

“Keep going…” you echoed, distracted, and you pressed a gentle kiss to the head of his cock. Then, you looked up at him through your lashes. “Like this?”

Jay groaned. “Exactly like that, Y/N.”

He wasn’t yours. No, he wasn’t yours, but you needed to have him. You wrapped your lips around Jay’s cock and let your tongue glide against his slit, drawing a sharp breath from him. His hand gripped the back of your head, fingers curling in your hair as you dragged your tongue along the underside of his head.

Jay wasn’t one to be impatient, but you were getting excited at the thought of him getting frustrated with you. He hastily bucked his hips forward to chase the pleasure, but you continued to tease him with your kitten licks. He suppressed a moan at the back of his throat. You pulled your lips off of him to roll your tongue along the vein that ran down his shaft.

“Fuck, you’re such a damn tease,” he growled. His fingers curled until he had your hair in a fist. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know?”

You laughed, lips still pressed against his shaft. “I wanna be the only one who makes you feel this way, that’s why.”

“Oh,” Jay started with an odd expression dawning on his face, and he was dead serious when he said, “you’ve already ruined everyone else for me.”

Your face broke into a dreamy smile before taking his cock into your mouth. His moans were addicting, so you continued your torturous antics until Jay gripped your jaw tightly with his free hand. You let out a sound that was an attempt of a giggle which resulted in you choking on his length, and Jay tilted his head back and moaned.

Then, you took the rest of him in, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock that you couldn’t fit inside your mouth. His cock hit the back of your throat, and soon, Jay was thrusting his hips at a steady rhythm while you deepthroated him. Tears pooled at your eyes at the stretch, but you still hallowed your cheeks and sucked him off, unrelenting.

You knew he was close by his strangled groans and the way his cock twitched in your mouth, so it wasn’t long before Jay stuttered out a string of curses and came in your mouth. You felt his hot seed down your throat and swallowed. Jay just stared at you, dazed, drinking in your fucked-out appearance as his thumb grazed your bottom lip.

“So good for me,” he murmured, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. He was barely audible, but nevertheless, his voice set you on fire.

You couldn’t even think straight anymore. Couldn’t think of anything but him.

“Jay.”

“Yeah?” He hummed the words, still relishing how you looked before him.

“Fuck me.”

You heard the way his breath hitched at your words. Saw the way his eyes went unfocused again. It was the same look he had given you several times in the past; you could never place your finger on what he was thinking, but now it was all too clear.

He wanted you—possibly even more than you expected.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, voice pitched an octave deeper. You crawled back on the mattress as Jay moved on top of you, using his strong arms to hover over you. “Want me to turn you into a mess.”

You grabbed his shoulders. “Yeah, need you to fuck me.”

“I don’t have a condom.”

You groaned. “Can we just buy Plan B tomorrow?”

“Do you know how expensive Plan B is? That’s, like, at least—”

You rolled your eyes and cut him off by sealing his lips with yours, cupping Jay’s face with your hands. After you pulled back, much to his displeasure, you asked, “You have me naked underneath you right now, and you’re worried about how much Plan B costs?”

He cocked his head to the side, as if the answer couldn’t be any more obvious. “Yes?”

“We can deal with that tomorrow,” you insisted, “just please.”

A ghost of a smirk tugged at Jay’s lips. “Never thought you’d be this needy.”

“I’ve never had sex like this,” you admitted in a breath, gripping onto his shoulders a little harder. It was true; you had never had all of your needs fully satisfied without any expectations of returning the favor.

“Never?”

You shook your head. “And… can you start slow for me? Please?”

“I plan on taking my time.” He moved your hair out of your face. “Hoon didn’t?”

Again, a hesitant shake of your head. Jay��s eyes narrowed.

His laugh was devoid of mirth. “Of course.”

This time, it was Jay who rolled his eyes. You thought he was frustrated with you, but then he pulled your hips forward so that you were flush against his pelvis. Something about the steely resolution in his eyes told you to prepare yourself.

“I’ve stretched you out enough, haven’t I? I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing out on,” he murmured, low and matter-of-factly, “and I’m gonna make sure you forget how that idiot treated you. ‘Cause it’s just me now”—he pushed his fingers into your mouth, shivering at the way your tongue wrapped around his digits—“right?”

You let out a broken whimper, spurring Jay to press his fingers down against your tongue.

“Right, Y/N?” he repeated—gentler, this time.

All you could do was nod, and you grabbed ahold of his wrist to suck on his fingers once more before moving his hand lower. Jay gave you a bewildered stare as you guided his hand to the base of your neck. He quirked a brow at you before realization seemed to wash over him; he splayed out his fingers to wrap around your neck. His pointer and middle finger made a ‘v’ around your Adam’s apple, applying the slightest bit of pressure.

“You still have to tell me, you know,” Jay murmured, running his free hand down the curve of your hip. He moved it lower and lower before his thumb found your clit again. Before you could ask for clarification, he added, “How often you think about me.”

Your face felt hot—whether it was from his comment or the way he was looking at you so intently, you didn’t know. “All… all the time.”

“Huh. Is that so?”

You could hardly speak coherently as took his hand off your throat to rub the head of his cock against your cunt. You let a trembling sigh slip as he lazily ran it along your folds.

You whined. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

He leaned down to press a kiss to the shell of your ear.

“I’m here now, baby.”

Jay’s shifted forward a little, just enough for his tip to breach your entrance. You attempted to suppress your moans by biting your lip, but the next jerk of his hips had you crying out far too loud to go unnoticed. Jay waited for you to adjust before he went any further. He hadn’t bottomed out inside you yet, but the head of his cock was fully inside you by now, and fuck, did it feel good.

You ran your nails down his back, digging them in when Jay thrusted shallowly to work his shaft into you. He gripped the back of your thighs to stretch you out some more, groaning out loud whenever you clenched around his length. You felt like you were being split in half, drowning in a molten sea that pulled you back down each time you surfaced for air.

Your back arched off the bed, and Jay reached to hold the small of your back so that he could keep your body pressed against his. His other hand was pushing your hip up his waist. Right as he rocked his hips forward, you cried out as Jay bottomed out inside you. (He also clamped his hand over your mouth immediately after and said in an undertone, “You have to keep it down, princess.”) Through half-lidded eyes, you met his gaze that never once left your face.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmured, drunk off your reactions. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep looking at me like that.”

You pulled Jay down into a searing kiss, and the butterflies in your stomach scattered. His lips melted over yours effortlessly. He moved his hand from your back to your cheek, rubbing small circles with his thumb. You dug your nails into his back when he started pistoning his hips into yours.

He started out with slow, languid thrusts. You were overwhelmed by a dizzying sort of pleasure that clouded all rhyme and reason. Despite his hips snapping into yours, the way Jay kissed you was so passionate that you nearly lost yourself in your haze.

Jay pulled away to litter kisses across your jaw and down your neck. You whimpered when he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the conjunction between your neck and shoulder, but then you were squirming under him as he started sucking the supple skin.

“Wish I could have you like this forever,” he growled against your skin.

“I’m all yours.”

Jay pressed a sweet peck to your lips that grounded you momentarily.

Then, his pace sped up. If you were dizzy before, now you felt like your limbs had turned into jelly. Jay moved his hand to hold onto the headboard, pounding into you at a pace that made you feel like you were drowning in that sea of pleasure. If it wasn’t for Jay quieting you down each time, you two would’ve been caught already. You were gasping, moaning for more, and shuddering as Jay whispered praises against your skin.

This was the closest to heaven you had ever been in your life.

"F-fuck," you whimpered out, "that's it, Jay—please."

You were close. Fuck, you were so, so close. Each drag of Jay’s cock in your walls made you feel another torturous jolt of pleasure, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of your release. You screwed your eyes shut, ready to lose yourself to white-hot bliss, and Jay tenderly kissed your forehead.

Pinpricks of light exploded in your vision as your orgasm washed over you in full swing.

Too good. Way too good. You never felt anything like this; of course you had experienced orgasms before, but this was, by far, the most intense climax you ever reached. Jay let out a strangled groan shortly after, his eyes rolling back and his moans muffled against your neck, and pulled out so that he could cum on your stomach.

He sat up, panting and staring at where his cum trickled down your sides. For a moment, you were worried that the clouded expression on his face was out of regret and not lust, but you shook off the bad feeling and steeled your nerves.

He liked you. There was no doubt about it. After everything Jay did and said, there was no reason for you to be so insecure anymore.

You were both spent, panting and slipping in and out of consciousness in each other’s arms. Jay held you so tightly, like he never wanted to let go, and his head was tucked in the crook of your neck from how exhausted he was.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I ruined my only suit.”

“Oh,” you breathed out absent-mindedly. You rolled over to find wherever you had strewn your phone, and it took several minutes for you to peel Jay’s arms off of you so that you could retrieve it. While he sat up to run his hands through his sweat-matted hair, you dialed the number of your father’s go-to tailor. “Hi,” you chirped into the phone, “I know it’s late right now, but could you please do me a favor and open the showroom for my friend?”

Jay looked up at you with a questioning gaze, though he placed his hand on the small of your back and tugged you close so that he could pepper kisses on your hip.

After exchanging a few more words, you hung up and tilted your head to get a crick out of your neck, leaning in to Jay’s touch as he kept his lips pressed to your skin.

“Who was that?” he asked.

“We’re going out to get you a suit,” you said, grabbing his hand with a grin. “C’mon, put on some clothes.”

He raised a brow and laced his fingers with yours. “Now? But it’s already late.”

“Trust me.” You giggled when you caught him staring at your lips again. “I’ll make it worth your time.”

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weapon-xox · 29 days ago

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Logan hated christmas.

Hated any holiday, really, because for a long time nothing good came out of them- only the lonlieness of watching families and friends join together for the holidays, warm and safe in their homes. But Logan was a mutant, and mutants were never safe.

Sometimes he'd have a thought, cruel and mean and maybe a little selfish, about how these humans didn't deserve this. Didn't deserve the holidays, the warmth, the cheer and presents and their families because he didn't have his, because they came along and destroyed his. The X men, his X men.

...But it wasn't fair to think that way, these weren't the same humans, wasn't even his own timeline, and so Logan would remind himself that if he had just protected them, that if he didn't--

"Peanut? I can hear you thinking. Can smell it, too." Wade made a gesture, as if he was waving off the smoke from the gears turning, and Logan sniffed.

"'m fine."

Wade frowned. Silence passed, a moment, two moments, and it felt like an entire lifetime before Wade finally cracked, crumbled and deflated in his seat, pouting towards his sulking partner.

"The decorations are too much, aren't they? I knew it! Logan, goddamn it, you should have told me!"

Another thing Logan should have done. He looked away as Wade tilted his head.

"Is that... Not the problem?"

No. Yes. A little bit.

...Not at all.

Logan couldn't find the words. Knew Wade needed the reassurance, could smell the anxiety and fear and sense of rejection Wade was feeling, the bitter smells practically seeping through his clothes.

But he couldn't speak. Because talking about it made it real, really reminded him that they were gone, how many christmas's he took for granted simply because he was a grumpy old fuck.

He was reminded of Jubilee, her sweet face, lit up by the lights of a christmas tree, so excited to finally have a family of her own, who cared about her and loved her for who she was, and Logan couldn't have even been bothered to try and pretend for her that he enjoyed the holidays.

He remembers her face, dejected, but her smile only grew wider. Rogue and Gambit had saved the day with an early gift, Remy shooting a comforting smile over his shoulder at Logan, a look of understanding, but Logan had just turned around and left the room.

"Lo, we need to talk about this. Whatever you're doing, all of this thinking, you- you gotta let me in, Peanut. Please. This is our first christmas together, y'know, I'm really trying here."

Wade looked frustrated. Tears welled up in his eyes, his fists were clenched and shaking but Logan knew it wasn't in anger. Not towards Logan, at least.

Wade just wanted to help. He wanted to help, and felt like he couldn't. Logan was suffering, and all Wade could do was sit back and let him.

When Logan said nothing, he just turned away and looked at the dingy but well-loved christmas tree Wade had excitedly drug out of storage. Half of the lights were busted, only a few rows lit up that Logan had tried to fix when Wade wasn't home, but when he realized he couldn't, he'd just learned to accept it, even grew quite fond of the charming little lights. The ornaments looked tacky as hell, but just like the tree, and this apartment, and Wade, they simply just had character.

A lot of them were homemade, Wades friends made him one each year knowing how much the merc loved it. Even had Logan and Laura make some this year, Lauras was her own little hand crafted Mary Puppins wearing a small santa hat, while Logan had taken two caps from his beer bottles, painted a little Deadpool Logo while the other dawned a giant red X. Wade had cried, told Logan it was perfect, despite the shakey lines because the bottle caps were small and Logans hands were just too big.

When everyone asked Wade what he wanted for christmas, Logan gathered (thanks to Vanessa also warning him months in advance) that his answer was the same every year- something from the heart. No store bought gifts, which although Wade adored when Logan would spoil him with a random gift on a random day for no real reason, during the holidays Wade only wanted something genuine, where he knew the gift was given to him because he was loved, because they loved him enough to take the time out of their day to make it for him.

Logan's heart broke, because to him any gift would do, the thought of just simply being thought about enough for someone to decide to gift him something was more than enough. Still came from the heart.

But Wade needed to know he was loved, and this was his way of feeling it.

Logans frown deepend, and if Wade had hair he'd be pulling it all out by now.

"Please," Wade whispered, his soft voice cracked, and Logan said nothing.

Instead, he grabbed Wades face, circled the pads of his thumbs against Wades scarred skin gently, as if he were a fragile present that just might break if not handled with care. He wasn't far off.

Logan realized, Wade was the best present he'd ever recieved. Everything he did for him was with love, showed Logan he loved him in ways others hadn't before. Everything was personal, catered for Logan.

Just as Wades presents he liked to recieve.

"Honey badger," Wade panted, forcing his lips back from Logan. "What's wrong?"

"I miss my family, Wade," Logan finally blurted out, and then came tears.

Wade frowned, held Logans head close to his chest, and squeezed and rocked him while looking out the window. The blinds were up, and the snow was heavy but delicate, much like Logan, under the streetlights.

"Yeah. I know. I bet they miss you too."

Logan snarled, thought Wade was making fun of him, but when Logan looked up at those big, brown eyes, filled with nothing but genuine concern- his entire body melted against Wade. Dropped his head back to his chest, laid his palm flat out across his chest, and sighed.

"I'm sorry, bub. I know ya like christmas, ain't tryin' to ruin it for ya. Decorations are fine." Wade laughed, soft and light, and Logans belly grew warm with the sound.

"You know, it's funny. Every christmas, I'm surrounded by my friends, my family, my whole fucking world," Wade smiled distantly, eyes focused on the snow. "Yeah, but I mean, sometimes I feel so greedy. Empty inside, like, I have everything I could ever want, right? I'm a real lucky guy."

Logan scoffed, and Wade shook his head, a silent let me finish.

"But, Lo? I feel whole. Right now, sitting in this apartment, with Al and our daughter sleeping in the next room. With the big, mean and scary Wolverine, in my lap? Which, holy fuck, you have no idea how long I've dreamed of this. With our other, much meaner daughter, sleeping on the floor, excited for santa to come-"

Laura didn't believe in Santa, but for Wade, she did, curled up under the tree in her new pair of christmas jammies Wade and Logan had bought her and let her open as her christmas eve gift.

"My family is whole. And, they're your family too, Logan. They love you, Ness loves you, and I am so, so grateful, that you let me love you, and Laura. You may not have your family, I know they can't be replaced, but you do have mine."

Logan wasn't good with words, stood up instead, walked off. Wade let out a shakey breath and dropped his head into his hands, clawed with dull nails at his eyes, until Logan came back and shoved a book into his hands.

Wade looked at it, arched a non existant eyebrow, and barked out a short and humorless laugh.

"I don't read, buddy."

Logan rolled his eyes but his cheeks burned crimson, peaking Wades interest enough to grab the corner of the book, lift it up cautiously, and-

"No fucking way."

Wade slammed the book shut, looked up at Logan in disbelief. Logan growled, urged him on, and Wade obeyed.

"Lo, princess, baby girl, you did-fucking-not,"

"Merry Christmas, bub."

A photo album. Not many photos, just the first few pages filled, and upon closer inspection the photos weren't perfect, but they were photos of them, of the rest of their family. Lauras first day at her "human" job, Wade hugging her with the proudest smile while Laura looked embarrased, her new manager side eyeing her from the corner of the photo.

Photos of Mary and Wade, or Al, napping with their furless baby or playing in the park with her.

Some of Wade simply just sleeping, or doing a mundane task, but moments Logan deemed worthy of adding to their album.

Wade noticed that not a single picture had Logan in it, always behind the camera. The last filled page had a family photo, Wade remembers them taking this, had begged Logan to join in but said he was more comfortable just taking the photo...

"Well, this won't do, will it?" Logan felt his heart shatter, Wade didn't like his gift. He was so sure he would, but maybe Logan didn't know Wade as well as he-

"Photo time!"

What?

Wade grabbed his favorite baby pink polaroid camera from off of the table, sat in Logans lap, pressed a big kiss to his temple while eyeing the camera, and snapped their first photo together.

"Now it's perfect. Thank you, Logan. I love you so much." Logan smiled, pressed his nose to Wades neck and took a deep inhale, then muttered the words,

"You too, mouth."

Logan still hated christmas, but maybe Wade could change his mind.

#oh this is dumb and has no real point to it #just some christmas feels :)#poolverine #deadpool #wolverine #wade wilson #logan howlett #x men #deadpool and wolverine

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97linelover · 8 months ago

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Where do Broken hearts go? - Jeon Wonwoo

18+ / mdi

summary: Marrying the man of your dreams will finally come true, but what happens when the day comes and the Man is not there?

content: Fiancé Wonwoo x reader, fight, crying, angst, happy end, wedding au

wc: 1.9k

a/n: I watched the firs t part of sex and the City and then I thought I want to write about Big and Carrie. I´m not really happy with it..

Organizing a wedding takes a lot of time and preparation, it takes passion and a vision.

You had all of it, except the time.

When your Fiancé, Jeon Wonwoo asked you to marry him you did not hesitate for a second. You jumped at him kissing him until you both were entangled under the sheets.

But since you were not very patient you wanted this wedding as soon as possible. Perks of being the famous Vogue writer? You could get help from everyone within days.

Your best friend came over helping you planing a sweet little garden wedding with 50 people. Your boss gifted you Giovanni Conti as your wedding planer.

Suddenly your simple wedding dress from a vintage store was now a Vera Wang one that she send you, it was crazy and it happened fast.

While wonwoo was busy working, your list with guests got longer and longer, your bill got higher and higher and your vision got bigger and bigger.

After work you always laid next to Wonwoo on the couch explaining him the details while he listened with a smile on his lips. „I'm sure it will be perfect my love" he kissed your forehead softly „remember the suit fitting with Armani tomorrow" you rambled and he pulled you on his lap „let's forget about everything for a second" with that he kissed along your neck.

But things were to perfect, you became obsessed with the idea of the perfect wedding that you forgot about the most important part.

Your soon to be husband.

Everyday after work you were busy with planing while he waited for you to cuddle, to talk about your day, for you to ask about his.

He looked at you with so much love in his eyes that he ignored to feeling of regret bubbling up.

„The dress fits absolutely perfect" Minjae said smiling while you felt her heart breaking „Jae, I'll cancel everything if you want me too" you took her hands in yours „Chan is stupid for cheating!" she wiped her tears away „it's your night, so let's have some fun" she put on her best smile and you two walked out of the room.

Wonwoo was waiting for you in his suit, looking as handsome as always. „You're breathtaking" he said gasping while pulling you closer „I adore you" he softly kissed you.

„I love you Wonu, so much" you said honest while smoothing out his tie. „Let's not keep the guests waiting" you took his hand walking into the huge dining room.

Everyone clapped as you two made the entrance.

I mean, you two looked majestic walking hand in hand inside the building.

„Thank you all for coming, we are forever grateful for all the loving people around us, Wonwoo and me, thank you all for being here on this journey with us, so let's enjoy the food! To the love" you said with a proud smile and Wonwoo watched you with fond eyes.

While you all talked and had some drinks Wonwoo went out with the boys having a smoke, when he gets nervous he sometimes takes a puff but tonight he declined just watching the busy streets of Seoul.

„Man you're gonna be married, settled" JeongHan laughed „first one to settle"

Yes Wonwoo was the first one of his friends to get married. „But I'm really excited-„ before he could finish the taxi parked and Chan got out.

„Hey Nonu, congrats, I wasn't sure if I was invited because Minjae is the maid of honor" he scratched his neck.

„No chan that's fine" wonwoo said „just maybe keep a good distance to Jae" he said carefully. „I'll grab a drink"

„He looked miserable" Mingyu said while watching after him „he cheated with his secretary after Minjae and him had a fight about sex and she said she doesn't enjoy it anymore" he explained.

„But he loved her, I can't understand" Wonwoo muttered „mistakes can happen" Seokmin whispered . „Let's not talk about that right now" Wonwoo said and the boys nodded walking inside.

„NO I WANT YOU TO LEAVE DON'T EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN" with that Minjae stormed out of the room and she looked at Wonwoo „I would think twice before agreeing to a marriage" she spat and Wonwoo´s heart fell into his stomach.

Why would she say something tonight? Before he could think more about it Y/N took his hand „I'm gonna head home with the girls, I'm gonna see you at the chapel tomorrow?" she had the biggest smile on her face „I'm gonna see you tomorrow, have fun tonight" he said while softly leaning down to kiss her.

The night didn't end well for Wonwoo, he sat in his leather chair thinking about everything that just had happened. About the last two months. About how they wanted the smallest wedding and now it's one of the biggest weddings.

How you talked non stop about the people that will be there, how you didn't ask about his day at work anymore. He dialed your number „Nonu, is something wrong?" He could hear the chatters in the background „baby" he breathed „wait Minjae" you giggled.

„Sleep well, I love you." he said and ended the call. You got ready the next morning, your dress already on and the last touch was your lip gloss, you smacked your lips and smiled „I'm gonna be Mrs Jeon in a few hours" you looked at your best friend and she nodded „I can't believe it!" You hugged her softly and she sobbed slightly „you look so beautiful, Wonwoo can be lucky to have you"

„Y/N the car is already waiting for you!" your friends rushed outside with you, you all got into the limousine and took a Glas champagne „to Wonwoo and Y/N" Minjae said and you all cheered.

„I can't believe I'm too late at my own wedding" you said with a slight giggle and you got out of the car, you did not realize the car behind you with your fiance inside pleading that you look at him.

„Come on baby look at me, I need to know that it's still about us" he whispered, but you only rushed inside.

„Okay the wedding can start now" you said but the priest furrowed his eyebrows „that will not be possible" „What do you mean?"

„I mean that the husband is not here" he said nervous.

Your heart stopped, you felt like all the air got out of you lungs. „What do you mean?" she frantically asked „someone give me the phone" you said panicked „SOMEONE GIVE ME THE PHONE" Minjae gave her the phone.

You dialed his number and within a seconds he picked up „y/n" he whispered „where are you?" you asked with hurt in your voice „y/n I called a dozen times"

„WHERE ARE YOU" you yelled „I'm in the car, I can't walk in there, I don't think this is about us anymore "his quivering voice spoke, she gasped „so you're ditching me? On my wedding?"

„Baby please, I tried to call you" he pleaded „I can't believe this" she whispered and let the phone fall „get me out of here" she whispered „where is he?" Minjae asked „he left me here, he did not show up" you breathed „he won't come" you realized what you had just said.

„He won't come" you sobbed „get me out of here please" you began to panic and your friend helped you to get out. You got into the car and you felt like your world just crumpled apart.

You could not believe this. What has just happened?

When Wonwoo's driver began to drive he felt like choking, he felt like all the air has left his lungs "fuck turn around, FUCK" he realized what he had done. But before he could react he saw the car passing by "Y/N" he screamed out of the window, but the car drove further until you heard the brakes.

Wonwoo got out and he saw you getting out aswell "listen baby, I did not meant to, I was not thinking straight" but you showed no mercy, your pink bouquet landed with slaps against his chest, you screamed at him.

"YOU USED ME" You screamed "I HATE YOU SO MUCH" the petals were flying around "how could you do that" you whispered heartbroken and your friends carried you back to the car "don't ever claim your love again" you looked at him with so much pain in your eyes that he felt like screaming.

The people around you looked at the scenario in front of them and you could not blame them, you would look aswell.

When Wonwoo watched you drive away he got into the car driving towards the Apartment you both shared.

He walked over to the whiskey table, grabbing directly the entire bottle.

Meanwhile you walked inside Minjaes building, your Make up smudged, you hair messy and your white dress full of Mascara stains.

You walked passed the mirror and you began to Panic "get me out of it" you pulled at the white fabric, it felt like the dress would suffocate you "GET ME OUT OF THIS" you cried and Minjae grabbed some scissors.

"do it" Hyerin said and the cut the ties so that the dress fell down, you fell to the floor and just sobbed.

Three weeks passed, three weeks where he did not get any response from you, his friends told him that you went on the honeymoon trip with Minjae. He wondered how you are, he wondered if you're still thinking about the day, because the only thing he could think about was the moment you left. How you took his heart with you.

He started staying late at work because he could not deal with the empty bed, he worked so much that his colleagues began to worry. But he shut down everyone, he felt empty and like the biggest douche ever.

He entered the apartment at 11 pm on a Tuesday when he saw your shoes at the entrance, he rushed inside placing his work bag on the floor "Y/N?" he walked inside the living room where you were sitting on the couch, you were dressed in a beautiful summer dress, but you did look tired.

"You're back" he whispered and you could only nod "I saw your message, and I think we need to talk, we need to talk about what has happened so that I can finish this chapter and close this book" Wonwoos heart fell into his stomach "no baby, there is no closing this book, finishing this chapter yes, we will redo this." he lifted your chin softly "we will focus on us, only us" his thumb stroke your cheek.

"you and me Baby, only us" he leaned his forehead against yours "you don't know how sorry I am, god there's nothing more that I want than marrying you" he was completely honest.

"But I want us alone, I want nobody around us" before he could say anything else you kissed him "I really hope you don't ditch me again" you whispered jokingly.

"god I missed you" he lifted you up kissing you softly, while he carried you inside the bedroom.

And here you were now one week later at the registry office, standing next to wonwoo.

"I declare you as Mr. and Mrs. Jeon" the elder lady said and smiled at you two "you may now kiss the bride" and Wonwoo wasted no time, he kissed you passionate and you smiled into the kiss.

"we did it" you cheered "we did it baby, you and me" he agreed to you and kissed you again.

#seventeen #kpop #seventeen angst #au #svt #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo

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youngstarfishphilosopher · 11 months ago

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BUNNY . . . BUNNY . . . BUNNY . . .

(PLATONIC) YANDERE!JERVIS TETCH X CHILD READER.

" Oh, you little bunny, I love you so. Stay with me .Oh, please don't go."

Summary: After being chosen to perform in one of your neighbors, Mr.Tetch's, performances. You find yourself in a new and unfamiliar place. That is, untill you see the face of your neighbor sitting across from you . . .

AN: Reader is on the younger side in this story (about 8-12)

Warning ⚠️: DARK FIC, Yandere Behavior, Kidnapping, Hynotizing, Child endangerment, Delusional behavior, Obsessive behavior, Stalking, Creepy Jervis Tetch, Injuries, Drugging

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Blinking your eyes open, you slowly lifted your head up as the ticking noise in your little ears began to slowly fade away. Your face was hot and sweaty. A feeling of panic washing over you as you find that there was something on your face.

A mask of sorts.

Trying to lift your hands and remov it, you only let out a shocked little cry of pain as you felt your wrists rub against the rough rope which ties each of your arms down tightly into the chair. Looking down, you could see the red marks slightly from underneath the rope.

Where were you? Where were your mom and dad?

" Well, well" Looking up while in an even more panicked state, you saw through the peephole of your mask, a very familiar man across from you. Looking at you with a dark, malicious fondness: A smile on his lips.

Of course.

You remembered now.

You and your family had gone to a small dinner show in your neighborhood where the would be some performances being done. One of those performances being done by your neighbor: Mr.Tetch.

Mr.Tetch was a rather nice man around the neighborhood and you would often see him a lot due to how small the area you lived in was. Alway a gentleman like and fancy.

He would come talk with your parents sometimes outside of the house, giving you a little smile and wave while you nervously gave one in return, clinging to your mother's leg.

It's not like you didn't like Mr.Tetch. You were just shy, that's all.

He even once sent you and your family a few homemade sweets after finding out you had caught a rather nasty cold. Always being warm and welcoming to you and your family, and even soon turning into a good family friend.

That was probably the reason why when you were picked out from the crowd, you felt as though you could trust him. Trust him as he held his silver pocket-watch in front of your face: Swinging it back and forth. Watching as you slipped out of conciousness and into a willing husk. The ticking noise echoing throughout your ears.

Oh how foolish you were.

" My dear little bunny is finally awake." He puts down the teacup he was holding in his hands back onto the decorative table filled with other teas and sweets made to your very liking.

" Mr . . . M-mr Tetch?" You ask. Hoping Wondering if maybe the mask was just giving you bad eyesight.

Mr.Tetch stood up from his seat. Slowly walking towards you as he spoke.

" Im Sorry, my dear. I now it us all sudden but . . . Oh, I just really couldn't help myself. Don't you see. Such a perfect opportunity: to take you a way and keep you all for me."

Jervis had grown obsessed with you. Completly delusional. But nobody had been able to see it under all his kind words and charm. He didn't really know what it was at first. But for some odd, dare he say mad reason, he grew this dark wish to have you all for himself.

This fatherly urge to care for you . . to spoil you. . . to raise you as his own. It had all become too much for him to take. And the show had been the perfect opportunity.

He had followed you and your family around for a while. And thank goodness you all lived in a smaller part of Gotham because nobody ever suspected a thing when he would show up seemingly at random.

As he continued walking towards you, you pressed your eyes together tightly, hoping that it all was just a bad dream. Two little tears trickled down your eyes because of the burning pain in your wrists.

You let a small wimper as you heard him kneel down in front of you. Gently unclasping the mask from the back of your your head, and pulling it away from your sweaty face.

You let two more teardrops roll down your cheeks as you slowly squinted your eyes back open. Looking down at the man who had done this to you. You can very clearly now see that it was, in fact, Mr.Tetch.

You were wearing a fancy yet comfortable outfit that reminded you of the white rabbit. The one from "Alice in Wonderland" that you liked to watch on rainy days in Gotham.But you didn't care right now. Your mind only focused on how much pain you were in as you watched Mr.Tetch cup your face and wipe your tears with his thumbs.

" I . . . " You tried to say. Jervis gave you a puzzled look. Now grasping the physical pain and discomfort in your face.

" Bunny? " He asked. His smile faltering a bit. " What is it? "What's wrong?"

" I-it. " You finally manage to choke out. Now on the verge of sobbing. " I-it hurts!"

Now Jervis was panicking. " What?" He asked frantically. " What hurt, wha-"

Then he saw them. Your little red wrists from underneath the rope. An expression of rage starting to form on his face: his smile now fading away, fully.

" THOSE ABSOLUTE-"

Of course! Of course those dense, stupid fools had not been careful with you. Oh . . . they were going to be in for it!

Jervis then took a deep breath.

He needed to calm himself down and focus on taking care of you. You were sobbing now. " I-I want my mama!" You cried," I. . . I want my p-papa!"

Jervis just began to shush you. Cooing at you with sweet words. " Don't worry, bunny. Papa's here. Papa's right here."

Quickly, he worked to get the rope off of you. Trying his best not to put you in any more pain during the process. He could see your wrists now, fully in view: red, raw, and bleeding a bit.

" Oh bunny . . . " He cooed pitifully. Your head hung low, and you began to calm yourself down. The relief of freedom from the ropes was helping a lot. " I'm so so sorry."

You flinched and squirmed as you felt him wrap around your torso. Picking you up as he now sat with you in the seat to the right of where you were just sitting.

As you sat there in his lap, you hat the urge to kick and scream. To fight him off. But your tired, anxious, and hurt body wouldn't let you. So you just slumped into his chest. Winching as he gently kissed your sore, little wrists. " I'm so sorry, bunny. It's ok now, I'm here. Im here."

You don't know why you were feeling so comforted by his words. Maybe it was the sound of his voice, your lightheadedness from crying, or both. But it was working, and Jervis knew it.

Looking at one of the deserts, Jervised used his free hand to pull it forward while his other arm remained gently wrapped around you.

" Here" He says, raising a piece of it to your lips. " Will this maybe make it a bit better?"

You look down at the treat for a moment, then look back at Mr.Tetch. You defiantly didn't trust whatever he was trying to give you.

" Not hungry." You lie. In all actuality, you were starving.

" We both know that's a lie, my dear." He replies, a bit of smugness lacing his tone. " You haven't eaten anything in the past seven hours."

" Now, please eat it." He raises the sweet closer to your lips. And you just decided to give in. Hesitantly eating eat. Meanwhile, Jervis seemed pretty satisfied.

He let out a small hum as he watched you struggle to stay awake. Your eyes slowly closing before you snapped them back open: the method becoming less and less effective.

"Bunny, bunny, bunny, you're so funny with your twitching nose." He began to sing softly. " Bunny, bunny, bunny, you're so funny from your head. . . "

You couldn't hear what he was saying anymore. His words were all ruffling together as you slipped out of consciousness. Falling asleep in his loving, twisted embrace.

#gotham jervis #jervis tetch x reader #gotham jervis x reader #jervis tetch #platonic reader #yandere x reader #yandere batman villains #child reader #Jervis Tetch x child reader #platonic yandere batman villians #yandere dc villains x reader #yandere jervis tetch

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satoruzlove · 2 years ago

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jjk boys as your boyfie <3

featuring megumi fushiguro, itadori yuuji and gojo satoru !

M. FUSHIGURO <3

•okay i feel like you start dating after a LONG time, he’s the kind of guy who takes his own sweet time getting to know a love interest

•he’s a firm believer in being best friends before any kind of romance happens

•when you first start dating he’s kind of shy and very , very stingy when it comes to physical affection. if you’re going somewhere and he won’t see you for a while he’ll give you a little hug from the side but that’s it. however, VERBALLY IS ANOTHER STORY CAUSE WOW

•will ask you a thousand things before you go anywhere and will make it sound like he needs to ask or you won’t survive

•” have you got your phone? just asking, y’know cause you’re soooo good at remembering it.” “you sure you can do that by yourself? if you need some help just ask,”

•he doesn’t mean it to be mean. he just blows at showing her cares but he does fr care and wants to make sure you’re okay

•when he’s with itadori and nobara, and he sees you? he smiles so hard

•speaking of. YOURE THE PARENTS OF THE GROUP I DONT MAKE THE RULES‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️anyway

•like they’ll be talking to him so happily and he’s on cloud nine because omg !! my partner!!!

•he’s just smiling and you can barely see his eyes cause his cheeks are squishing them

• “and then gojo sensei said that-megumi?” “wh- oh, y/n is here,”

•his voice is so soft when he talks to you. he’s soooo soft and speaks to you with such fondness

• “move one second kugisaki- hey, gorgeous, you get here okay ?”

•sometimes you’ve got to ask him to speak up because it’s almost like he’s whispering

•will never admit it but megumi adores being babied, adores when you coddle him

•like if you ask him how his day’s been, if you rub his shoulders or even just sway him when you guys hug he’s soooo. his head is like

• “ my baby is so sweet, god my partner is amazing, this feels so nice, theyre so soft against me,i wonder if they’d like it if i- oh my god i can feel them smiling into me. wow. okay. okay. aAAAA-“

•he will start smiling

• do not point it out. he will deny it.

•when you guys hug he does the thing where he nuzzled his nose into your neck and you’ll feel his eyelashes on your skin

•call him pretty, call him handsome

•if he sees you looking at him from afar he goes so red because he just loves the feeling of being admired

•kisses behind your ear in a rush for whatever reason god knows

•gets sooo embarrassed when gojo tells you stories of his childhood.

•will cling to you anywhere. also the type to hide behind you or stand behind you in public unintentionally just cause he wants to keep you close

•NAP!!! DATES!!!!!

• will cry if you tell him that he doesn’t have to be so strong,he values the ability to be vulnerable with anyone. if you’re a good listener he values you so much. he knows the way out a situation, but it’s the way you listen and just validate him that matters.

• VERY. very mature and it’s so rare to fight with him.

• so soft. i love him.

Y. ITADORI <3

•oh my god

• he’s just. such a simp he thinks you’re an angel idk save him

•it’ll take a few months for him to fall. he LOVES fun people who will give anything for their friends.

•everything about you becomes so special to him and he begins seeing it in everyone else

•like if you have brown eyes he’ll start liking his eyes more, because there’s no way something isn’t absolutely perfect if it isn’t on your face.

•a huge fan of touching. even as friends he will hold your hands in his, he’ll hug you so tight. he just loves touching because it reminds him that you’re around and that he’s able to protect you

•as you get into the relationship he hugs your waist ( with consent. he almost cries with nerves when he first asks if it’s okay.) , he’ll squeeze it and rub his thumbs along the sides of it too.

•HE LOVES BEING HELD THOUGH. LIKE if you wrap your arms around him and he’s against your chest he’ll just smush his cheeks into you and and hum

• “you smell so good.” “your shirt’s real’ comfy, baby.” “love it when you hold me, y’know?”

•baby just values you soooo much.

•if you wear lipstick he wants to be COVERED in it. in a modern day au he’ll take so many pictures covered in lipstick kiss marks and post them with songs like dark red by steve lacy or sure thing by miguel .

•he lives to be yours. god

•please kiss him w it on and pull back, look at him and go “ nice lipstick, yu.”

•he will FOLD IN HALF

•does the thing where y’all kiss and he smiles into your lips, but refuses to pull away and will grab your hips even closer to him just cus he can.

•pls spray his clothes w your perfume

•TELLS EVERYONE AND EVERYTHINGABOUT YOU HAUWIDJW

•gojo? tells him about you, his friends? tells them, panda ? asks him for advice, sees a cute cat w your hair colour? mumbles, “woah you and my s/o are matching. you’re really cute, little guy!!” ( no he doesn’t care if it’s a girl he will call it a dude.)

•names it after you even if he never sees it again.

•kiss his hands and watch him plan your wedding

•megumi loves you and he looks up to you both a lot. you’re definitely a part of their little family .

•if you’re sleeping next to him and he’s awake ( rare. he sleeps like a boulder.) he will sit there and watch you, memorising everything on your face. if you have long lashes or brows he’ll lightly brush his fingers against it and if you’ve got acne he’ll make patterns in his head. ( he is grossly inlove.)

•your biggest fan. 1948382/10 amazing bf

S. GOJO<3

•he is a child i don’t care

•he’s so needy and teasy. he KNOWS what he’s doing .

•in his case i think it takes AGES. years even. he’s very scared of what could happen, he doesn’t even blame you or use your own qualities to form any negative outcome, he just says that love is really screwed up and pretends he isn’t aching to be with you.

•i’ve said it before, but best friends to lovers !!!!!!

•once you guys are together oh jesus

•he’s already so comfortable, already sees you as his forever, already is so inlove with everything ab you.

•when satoru touches you, you feel like the most valuable thing ever. it’s so gentle and so caring. you’re like an expensive tea cup.

•satoru kinda holds you to a pedestal but for this reason respects you alot. he’s so aware of your boundaries and appreciates when you do the same

•he’s a little ( fucking huge)ray of sunshine though

•will always be making small jokes and poking you, squishing you

•loves when you smile. your smile is his favorite thing. your laugh makes him believe that the world is good.

•i feel like when you guys are alone satoru is very intimate in a not sexual way, he’s very slow and intentional with his love and you would’ve never guessed because he makes all those jokes.

•DEFINITELY A “ what if we kissed? ahahaha jk not really tho “

•will hold your waist, LOVES TO PUSH YOUR HAIR BEHIND YOUR EARS IF ITS LONG!! IF IT ISNT THEN HE JUST STROKES YOUR CHEEKS!! loves when you hold his whole arm or when you guys bump your noses together before a kiss

•wait okay

•just imagine y’all are cuddling because he just couldn’t wait, and he’s nuzzling your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses ( his specialty!!!) on your collar and neck, and when he comes up to your mouth he glances at your lips and smiles at how flustered you are. “ shy, angel? aww, how come? don’t go getting so shy, you’ll make me all self - conscious too.” and you just tell him to shut the fuck up cause bro you’re so fine just KISS ME🤲🤲🤲⁉️ will giggle and bump noses and then kiss you silly

•looks so good after too cause he’s pale and he’s so flustered

•he goes everywhere with you, never lets you leave alone.

• “ why would you wanna go alone? off to see your other boyfriend?”

“toru, hush-“

“exactly, pretty baby, let’s go. i wanna hold your hand while you drive , ‘kay?”

•loves himself someone who bosses him around by the way. MAKE HIM kiss you. force him. he’ll be on his knees .

•this came from how long he let his love for you soak and mature. just loves you so deeply.

•apart from the whining and man child persona, so cute. 9/10!!!!!!!:$:$2!:

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sweet-s0rr0w · 1 month ago

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day 7 of @hprecfest - the best of your OTP

What We Pretend We Can't See, by gyzym - M, 131k, 2017

Summary: Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

Excerpt:

“It’s only,” Ron says, and takes a long swig of his wine, clearly to brace himself. “You — well. You know how you can get, Harry. About Malfoy.”

“What?” Harry says, staring at both of them. “Sorry, what ? No, I don’t know how I can get about Malfoy, what are you even talking about?”

“Oh, Harry,” says Hermione, sounding very pitying.

“Mate,” Ron says, in the same tone. “C’mon. This is a safe space.”

“Also, we were there,” adds Hermione, with a heavy sigh. “Remember in sixth year? When you were so obsessed with him that we weren’t allowed to talk about anything else?”

“He was doing evil,” Harry protests, outraged. “And I was doing my best to thwart evil! That’s not obsessive, that’s — that’s — civic-minded!”

“Civic-minded, was it, to sit up all night watching his name move around the Slytherin common room on the Marauder’s Map?” Ron does not sound convinced. Also, he sounds like maybe he thinks Harry has suffered some sort of traumatic brain injury in the last ten minutes; it’s not a combination Harry enjoys. “I swear, one night we were down in the common room and I said, ‘You coming to bed, Harry?’ and you said — ”

“Oh god, I remember this,” Hermione interrupts, and groans. “You said ‘I won’t rest until Malfoy does!’ Then you threw a paperweight at the wall, and it exploded.”

“I loved that paperweight,” Ron says mournfully. “It died too young.”

Modern Love, by @tackytigerfic - E, 61k, 2020

Summary: Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what's he doing right, that Harry isn’t?

Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years.

And that’s what starts it all.

Excerpt:

"This is exactly what I'm talking about, Potter. You think I'm happy without magic. I'm happy despite not having magic, you twat. Sometimes it itches under my skin until I think I'm going to go mad. And you show up like this—" he gestures wildly at Harry's Wizengamot robes "—and you Apparated here, didn't you? I could smell it off you when I opened the door, Potter." He sways closer to Harry, and he looks angry again all of a sudden. "You reek of magic, Potter, and you don't even know it. And it's so hard sometimes, being around that. It's just as well you didn't take me up on the offer of a fuck, I suppose. I’d probably have been able to feel your magic when you were inside me. Pretty hard to go back from that."

Harry, having never been in love properly, wonders if this is what it’s always like—feeling simultaneously pissed off and turned on and, through it all, endlessly fond—but suspects it might be just down to it being him, and Draco, and how they are together.

There are loads of fics I could have picked for this prompt. I considered Heal Thyself by astolat, and of That Old Black Magic, by bixgirl, for example, which are both all-time favourites of mine. I've been trying to rec less popular fics, because to me that's part of the fun and the challenge of recfest, and because I think we're so blessed to be in a fandom with such a wealth of talent going back twenty-odd years. But these fics were the very first two to pop into my mind when I heard the prompt, and I kept on coming back to them both, and it feels only right to rec them - and to rec them together - because I do see them both as the very best of Drarry. Both authors' words feel so truly full of love for the characters, and the world, and the ship, and both authors write Draco and Harry so convincingly and unequivocally as two parts of a whole. WWPWCS, of course, so witty and clever, has the amazing scene above so early on, where Harry's just appalled to learn that anyone might have thought he was at any stage obsessed with Draco Malfoy - and then he proceeds to demonstrate how completely and utterly obsessed he is with Draco Malfoy throughout the entirety of the fic. And then there's ML, such a brilliant, complex, emotional piece, with its Harry who begins to find unexpected joy in the little things as he spends more and more time around this fascinating, self-sufficient Draco. Of course, both fics then have their own excellent OH FUCK moment, the moment the dam bursts and Harry realises what we've known for ages - that he's so completely in love with Draco that there's no way back, and what the hell's he going to do about it now?

Neither fic's a quick read, but both are spectacularly written, with such delicious denouements that they are SO COMPLETELY WORTH IT, and if you're getting to read either of them for the first time - god, I envy you!

If you read them, and if especially you love them, please do let me know! And as always, please do take the time to leave the author a kudos/comment <3

day 1 - first fic you remember reading

day 2 - a fic rated G

day 3 - a fic not on ao3

day 4 - a comfort fic

day 5 - a romantic fic

day 6 - a fic for a ship you don’t normally read

#drarry #hprecfest2024 #day 7

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littlesunshine1223 · 5 months ago

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😫✨POOKIE I NEED SOME FUCKING SEXY SMUT ALPHABET FOR BOONE!! PLEASE SWATY BEA✨😅

Boone NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

- he’s great at aftercare and anything you want it’ll appear in the blink of an eye

- he basically uses aftercare as an excuse to spoil you and give you all the love he wants to

B = Body Part (his favorite body part)

- he loves everything about your body in general, he can’t pick a favorite part

- his favorite part of his body would either be his back because he loves when you scrape your nails down it, his hands because he knows how to use them, or what’s between his legs in his pants for obvious reasons

C = Cum (anything to do with it)

- he loves to either cum in you or paint your body with it

- he will make jokes about being the next famous painter. “Look at that sweetheart, you’ve just made me into the next Picasso.”

D = Dominant (how dominant is he in bed)

- he prefers to dom just to make sure he’s giving you all the pleasure he possibly can

E = Experience (how experienced is he)

- he’s pretty experienced from movies, shows, and stuff like that

- shawty bae knows what’ll make you see stars and arch your back in seconds

F = Favorite Positions (self explanatory)

- he loves any position where he can see your face and where he can ram all the way inside you to rub all your good spots at once

G = Goofy (how he is during the moment)

- he’s a bit more serious in the moment but he will crack jokes from time to time just to keep the mood loving and light but still not ruining the intimate mood

H = Hair Pulling (self explanatory)

- he loves when you pull his hair, he lives for it

- when he’s between your legs and you tug his hair he will let out noises that could put porn hub out of business

I = Intimacy (how is he during the moment, romantically)

- he wants to make sure the two of you make good memories every time the two of you get intimate together

- whether it’s through funny moments that happen like a condom being to small or if someone walks in on you two and Boone can’t help but laugh at the look on the person’s face, he’ll make sure you two only have fond memories

J = Jealousy (does he gets jealous easily)

- he doesn’t really get jealous he just gets more so protective (not in a bad way)

K = Kinks (one or more of his kinks)

- hair pulling

- whenever you cover each other in hickeys and he has your nails leave scratches down his back

- he loves to praise you and he loves when you praise him back

L = Location (his favorite spots to do it)

- he is willing to do it anywhere as long as you’re comfortable with it

- remember whenever he was mad at Tyler for ditching him for Kate? Let’s just say the night Tyler got back to the motel he wasn’t too happy to look out the window and see his truck rocking and the windows fogged over

M = Motivation (what gets him worked up)

- even the slightest tease will get this man worked up (mainly because he can’t stop thinking about you afterwards)

N = NO (something he will never do)

- he will never make you uncomfortable or hurt you in anyway, shape, or form

O = Oral (does he prefer to give or receive)

- he prefers both giving and receiving

- he wants to make you feel good first before you start going down on him (he wants to make himself feel like he earned your mouth)

P = Pace (does he prefer to be rough or be gentle with you)

- he’ll let you pick the pace unless you’ve been teasing him and acting like a brat all day

Q = Quickie (is he ok with quickies)

- if both of you are really really worked up then he’ll happily give you a quickie but he mostly prefers to take his time with you

R = Risk (is he willing to take risks during the moment)

- sometimes he does forget to lock the bedroom door due to being caught up in the moment

S = Secret (a dirty secret of his)

- he is secretly waiting for Tyler to leave his truck alone again just so he can try every position with you in and on that truck

- he also secretly wants to ask Tyler if he wants to join if he catches the two of you again

T = Top, Switch, or Bottom (self explanatory)

- he doesn’t care if you’re on top of him, under him, or what position you’re in as long as he can make you feel good

U = Umm idk what to put here (random headcanon)

- one of the times the two of you got intimate he accidentally broke the headboard of the bed and when he was cleaning you up he laid back down next to you and the bed collapsed to the floor

V = Volume (how loud is he in bed)

- he can be as loud as you want him to

- just tell him to keep making those pretty noises for you and he’ll make sure everyone in the motel can hear him moaning your name

W = Wildcard (a random headcanon)

- he has tried experimenting with sex toys before but nothing’s as good as the real thing

X = X-Ray (what’s hidden in his pants)

- he’s ✨packing✨ and he knows how to use every inch to make you moan and whine his name like you’re in heat

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive)

- he has a lot of energy and usually after chasing storms that energy level only increases three times that amount if not more

- he has a fairly high sex drive whenever that happens due to the fact he’s like a human equivalent of an excited puppy when that happens and all he can think about is you

Z = ZZZ (how fast does he fall asleep afterwards)

- he’ll stay awake until you fall asleep, he refuses to fall asleep first

#twisters fanfic #boone twisters #twisters boone #twisters 2024 #twisters movie #twisters #twisters kate #twisters tyler owens #twisters tyler #javi twisters #twisters javi

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engie-ivy · 2 years ago

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(Short fic of Remus being a disaster😋 for @wolfstarmicrofic)

2nd: Rogue

Remus only dates so-called 'bad boys', because he isn't interested in falling in love, but also doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, and with those types, he doesn't have to worry about either. When he goes on a date with Sirius Black, however, Remus quickly realizes he's made a huge error of judgment.

Wasn't Looking For This

“You need help,” Mary states as she’s scrolling through Remus’ Tinder matches.

“Don’t you dare start swiping for me!” Remus warns.

Mary shakes her head. “No, I mean like professional help. Have you considered talking to someone?”

“Please.” Remus plucks his phone from her hands. “I don’t see any use in paying a ton of money to have some therapist psychoanalyse how my dating life is problematic.”

“I agree,” Lily says, sprawled out on the couch flipping through a magazine. “You don’t need to be a licensed therapist to psychoanalyse what’s wrong with your dating life. Instability during your childhood that lead to an insecure attachment style, causing you to develop a great fear of commitment, and resulting in you only dating men you know you’ll have no risk of falling in love with. Men I would describe as rogue bad boys. Overconfident, narcissistic, inconsiderate, too full of themselves to care about anybody else’s feelings. Men who definitely aren’t looking for an emotional connection, so you don’t have to worry about not only you getting feelings for them, but also them getting feelings for you.”

Remus glares at her. “Rude.”

Mary sighs. “So, is tonight’s guy a rogue, self-centred bad boy with too much confidence?”

“We actually haven’t spoken much,” Remus admits. “But he definitely has the right vibe. He was wearing a leather jacket in the bar, everyone was throwing themselves at him, but he hardly seemed to care, and he had this haughty air about him. Plus, the reason we didn’t talk much is because he had his tongue in my mouth five minutes after saying hello.” He grins. “So I’m hopeful.”

Lily rolls her eyes. “You’re an absolute disaster.”

Remus gets to his feet and presses a kiss to Lily’s cheek. “Love you too, Lils.” He turns to the girls before going out the door. “Don’t wait up,” he says with a wink.

Lily groans and Mary shakes her head. “You have issues.”

Remus made a huge mistake.

He realizes this immediately as he wakes up in a bed that is most definitely not his. He’s relieved that Sirius isn’t there, which gives him some time to think.

Yesterday, Sirius had taken him out for dinner at a nice restaurant. Afterwards, some drinks and a lovely stroll through the city at night-time and its beautiful city lights, ending at the front door of Sirius’ apartment.

Sirius had been charming and funny, and sure, that happens sometimes. With his habit of dating vain bad boys, Remus isn’t surprised anymore at how charming they can be when they want to. But then Sirius had also been kind and caring and actually interested in what Remus had to say, and that most definitely wasn’t what he signed up for!

Sirius had been a true gentleman, holding out Remus’ chair as they got to their table. He had smiled at Remus with a smile that was so much brighter than Remus remembered from the badly lit bar after a couple of drinks. As soon as they sat down, Sirius had said that his resting face was often interpreted as haughty, and how that ‘so not was who he was’, and that he was glad Remus wanted to give him a chance anyway.

Remus had wanted to scream.

In hindsight, he should’ve fled right there and then. But no, he had stayed. And of course Sirius had offered to share a dessert and then let Remus eat all of it, of course he had insisted that he’d pay for dinner, of course he had asked ‘is the okay?’ when he took Remus’ hand in his as they were walking side by side.

And if that hadn’t been bad enough, it turned out Sirius loves animals. He had shown Remus pictures of his dog, beaming with fondness as he told Remus about her.

The cherry on top of this miserable pie that Remus definitely didn’t order, was that Sirius is a doctor. A bloody doctor. He works in the ER and he loves his job, because ‘it’s just so rewarding’.

When he had gently pulled Remus close and kissed him under a streetlight, Remus’ stomach did this fluttering thing.

It was awful.

Remus gets out of bed and starts putting on his clothes. He’ll shower at home. Right now, he needs to get out of here. He should’ve left yesterday, he shouldn’t have stayed the night. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone home with Sirius in the first place, but he just can’t bring himself to regret that, because holy shite. He’s only human, after all.

He’ll do the awkward goodbye, where Sirius might mutter something about breakfast and maybe having some yoghurt left in the fridge, which Remus will politely decline. He’ll leave and forget all about this. Forget that guys exist who are actually interested in what he has to say, forget that guys exist who look at him like he’s actually worth something, forget that guys exist who can make him feel like he’s actually worth something. Forget that Sirius Black exists.

As he enters the living room, though, he stops in his tracks at the dreadful sight in front of him.

The table is set, and Sirius is in the kitchen, wearing only his boxers and a t-shirt, his hair haphazardly tied in a messy bun, baking what appear to be pancakes. Sirius turns around and smiles at him, and Remus is floored by how he can look even more gorgeous like this then he did yesterday in his dress shirt and suit jacket. His stomach does that weird fluttery thing again, and Remus hopes against his better judgment that it’s due to yesterday’s wine.

“You’re awake, good,” Sirius says. “Since you told me yesterday how you have quite the sweet tooth, I couldn’t let you go without trying Potters’ Perfect Pancakes! Recipe from my chosen mother Effie, and I’m not even overselling when I tell you that they’re the best thing you’ll ever taste. Come, sit!”

Remus’ brain is shouting at him. Run! Get out! Just leave! But Remus’ body moves to the chair, sits down and starts buttering a bloody pancake.

It’s like watching a car speed towards a wall, knowing it’s going to crash, but there being nothing he can do about it.

His feeling of impending doom are interrupted by his first bite of pancake. It’s fluffy, and chewy, and gooey, and smooth, and creamy, and everything in one. “Oh my god,” he says.

Sirius is leaning forward in his chair, looking at Remus with an eager smile, his face brimming with excitement, his eyes sparkling. Remus can’t help but think that he’ll do anything to see Sirius smile like that. “It’s good, innit? I wasn’t exaggerating?”

“Really good,” Remus confirms. “And you definitely weren’t.”

As Remus digs in, Sirius places a mug of tea in front of him. Remus takes a sip, and it’s exactly the way he likes it. A warmth spreads through his body, that has nothing to do with the tea itself.

Then a beautiful girl walks into the kitchen. She has shiny black curls and she’s happily wagging her tail as she barks at Sirius.

“There she is!” Sirius drops to his knees and starts scratching her ears. “You were a little sleepy head, weren’t you? Yes, you were. Yes, you were. Who’s a good girl?” Sirius coos, as his dog starts wagging her tail even more and tries to lick his face.

And that’s just it for Remus.

The car has crashed. There’s nothing for it anymore. He’s done for.

The car has crashed, and all Remus can do now is hope that he’ll make it through in one piece.

Well, at least he has a doctor with him.

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cjsmalley · 1 year ago

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Wished Away 7:

Happy Thanksgiving (Early, I Know, Shut up):

“Father, Mother, and Uncle Tucker wish to invite you to our Thanksgiving meal,” Damian said.

“Are you sure?” Bruce asked, “we’re a lot.”

Even without Damian, Bruce had many children and cooking for all of them was sometimes a tall order.

Damian smiled, “We are aware. You are not the only family we are inviting. Every child Father, Mother, and Uncle Tucker has taken in we have invited along with their remaining family if they have any. Even the non-Americans have been invited.”

“We’d be delighted to come,” Alfred said for his family, “should we bring anything?”

“You may,” Damian agreed, “however, the chefs and cooks of the Palace will be preparing the main meal. It will be mostly meatless. Seitan mostly, in observance with mine and Mother’s dietary needs and our beliefs. It will also be made in-line with kosher regulations.”

“Cookies,” Jason said, looking at Alfred, “we can make vegan cookies.”

“Very well, Master Jason,” Alfred nodded, already planning for such a large batch, or several batches.

Damian grinned.

Thanksgiving Day arrived and the portal opened.

They filed through and were greeted by Sam, the younger Sam on her hip, “Happy Thanksgiving.”

Sammy just waved shyly, gaining fond chuckles.

They all echoed the sentiment and were led through the palace to one of the ballrooms, “Not even the large dining room is big enough to hold our horde,” she said with humor.

“Oh?”

“Everyone invited came,” Sam explained before visibly remembering, “Oh, and any red wine you see? Not red wine; we have a vampire in attendance. He eats human food but not really.”

“Of course,” Bruce nodded; only Dick was of age to drink, of his children, but neither one really drank. Still, it was good to know.

“’m assuming the vamp’s friendly?” Jason voiced.

“Friendly as in doesn’t eat humans anymore, yeah,” Sam nodded, “but, well, Spike’s Spike. You’ll understand once you meet him. Don’t go after his humans and he’s nice enough.”

“Fair enough,” Stephanie nodded.

“Also in attendance are a Vampire Slayer, several witches and wizards, two magic superheroes…basically everyone you met at Damian’s birthday party’s here. I know Spike wasn’t there; he had to babysit the Hellmouth that day, so he’s really the only new face. Him and his daughter, Hope.”

“Vampires can have—”

“She’s adopted, from a separate dimension. Danny brought her to the Hellmouth group to hide her. She’s being raised by Buffy and Spike.”

“Oh.”

They finally made it to the ballroom; the doors were wide open; servants rushed forward to relieve the Waynes of the platters of cookies they carried before they entered the room.

Most of the room was divided down the middle by a cartoonishly long dining table, bench seating on either side of it. Settings were already in place.

In one corner was a padded and gated off area where Anakin and the baby that could only be Hope played. Well, played as only young babies could, which wasn’t much.

Dotted around the room were small clusters of regular chairs and beanbag chairs, some of which were already occupied, surrounding small tables with pitchers of water and juices and, yes, blood.

Spike the vampire was easy to pick out from the masses because he had a glass of what looked like red wine in hand. Nobody else did.

The Waynes spread out, first finding Damian to say hello, then mingling and visiting with the friends made at the birthday party.

Bruce made his way towards the vampire.

“’Lo,” Spike greeted lowly over his drink, Buffy at his side.

“Hello, Buffy,” Bruce said before smiling with a closed mouth, “and you must be Spike. Bruce Wayne.”

“Not an ape, mate,” Spike snorted, “won’t attack if you smile at me. Sit down, take a load off. Hear you’re Batman. The real deal one.”

“I am,” Bruce took a seat, reaching to fill a cup with orange juice, “where did you hear it from?”

“Dawn was excited; her little brother’s bio-dad is Batman,” Buffy explained, rolling her eyes fondly, “one of my friends, Xander, is a big comic book nerd.”

“Ah. I assume there won’t be any problems?”

“Not from us,” Spike agreed, nudging Buffy with a smirk, “my girl here’s a superhero too. Won’t be any trouble from our lot. Right, Slayer?”

“Yep. No problems from us. If Danny and Sam are good with you being…you know, you then we’re good,” Buffy nodded, “just as long as you don’t put Dawnie or Hope in a suit.”

“I don’t want them out there,” Bruce grumbled, “but if I didn’t help them, they’d all be dead by now.”

“We get it, honestly,” Buffy assured, “Dawn’s given us enough gray hair,” she grinned mischievously at Spike, “she’s even given Billy Idol here some.”

“Slayer, you know that pissant stole—”

Bruce laughed.

Everyone mingled and chatted for a few hours before the meal began; servant after servant carried food and drinks to the main table as everyone found seats on the benches.

Spike and Danny placed the babies into highchairs.

By the time everything and everyone was ready, the table was fairly groaning with the meal.

Danny gained everyone’s attention, standing and grinning, “Welcome to Thanksgiving Dinner at the Palace. Thank you all for coming, even our non-Americans for putting up with our silly traditions.”

The non-Americans laughed fondly, nodding; even Alfred cracked a smile.

“For those who’re probably wondering,” he continued, “our essential living staff celebrated at lunch and most will have the day off tomorrow. Everyone else had the day off today. Now, normally we’d go around and say what we’re thankful for but we’d be here forever if we did that tonight. So, while we eat let’s just think about what we’re thankful for and enjoy the food and the company. Oh, and just so you know, everything’s kosher and most of the ‘meat’ is actually Seitan. Real meat is on the green platters. But before we begin, let’s give a round of thanks to the kitchen staff for making the food!”

Everyone applauded.

“Now, tuck in!”

They all did so with gusto; the meal was magnificent and it was clear the Palace staff had put their all into it.

Most of the Seitan was shaped into meat product appearances, looking indistinguishable from the real turkeys and hams. And it tasted almost like the real things too.

The meal lasted well into the night and everyone went home stuffed and with leftovers.

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enhaheeseung · 2 years ago

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𝐂𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 - 𝐋. 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

💻PAIRING: Heeseung X fem reader!

⌨️ WARNINGS: smut, angst, alcohol consumption, analingus, oral fem receiving, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, age gap, public sex, anal fingering. dirty talk, cursing. heeseung says fuck a lot, lol reader and heeseung are both dumb asf

🖱️GENRE: coworkers, best friends, comedy, romance, drama.

🖥️SUMMARY: in which a series of multiple unnecessary events take place for you to confess your feelings or not?

WC: 8k+

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NOTE: hi, everybody i”m back with my new fic “cubical crush” i hope you all will enjoy it, even though the plot is intentionally silly, and it”s different from what i usually write. anyways, it is heavily inspired by @heerated thigh riding fic for kinktober. as soon as i read it i got the idea for this. that being said, i hope you all like it. happy reading!

“Congratulations, ms, y/n,” your best friend and co-worker stopped by your workspace holding a celebratory bottle of wine in his hand.

“Thank you,” you gave him a smile.

“You’re more than welcome” he set the bottle down on your desk. He leaned against the wall loosening the tie around his neck and folding his arms. “Can’t believe you got promoted before I did.”

You giggle slightly. “Me neither. I always thought you’d be first.”

“Oh, come on, y/n, don’t be so humble all the time. We both know you would get it before I did. You’re practically perfect, and I’m not,” he pouted.

“Don’t be sad. I’m sure your time is coming soon,” you assured him with a slight smile on the corner of your lips.

“I hope you’re right. I’m so proud of you. you’ve worked so hard for this, and it finally paid off,” he sighs and stares at you with a fond look in his eyes.

“Thank you,” you said, shying away from his gaze. Not exactly used to having a somewhat serious, heartfelt interaction with him most of the time. It was just meaningless bickering back and forth about the most random things.

“You’re growing up right before my eyes” he wiped a fake tear from the corner of his eye.

So much for heartfelt, but this is the seung you were used to, so it didn’t bother you.

“Oh, stop it. So are you you were just a baby when we started working together.”

“I wasn’t a baby,” he corrected his once lazy posture against the wall and stood straight with a stern look on his face.

“Yes, you were. You remember you were so nervous that you stuttered while introducing yourself to everyone, and then you started blushing. I remember it like yesterday. You were so cute.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you still remember that, and for the record, I wasn’t cute. I was handsome.”

“No, you were cute, now you’re handsome” the words just kinda slipped out by accident, and of course, he wasn’t just going to ignore it.

He cocked his eyebrow, looking at you with a smirk playing on his lips.

“Really now?”

“You know what I meant,” you glared at him.

He chuckled. “I’m just teasing, but that’s good to know cause I think you’re beautiful.”

This was already headed in a direction that it shouldn’t have. You knew he’d been attracted to you since you became friends, and his flirty nature only blossomed as he got older and spent more time with you. You and him had lunch every day. Sometimes, After work, you’d have dinner together and even give him rides home. All throughout that time, he never missed a single opportunity to let you know how he felt about you romantically and sexually.

All your colleagues thought you were dating, and even though you denied it multiple times, they still teased you cause they thought you were being professional by keeping your relationship hidden.

But that wasn’t the case. You and heeseung were just good friends, really good friends, and nothing more.

“Umm, so, would you like some wine?” You dismissed his comment entirely.

“Sure! why not?” He pulled his chair from his cubical and took a seat next to you.

“Hope you’re fine with coffee mugs,” you chuckled.

“Oh, did you really think I’d buy wine without glasses?” He rolled his chair back and grabbed a paper bag from his work desk. “Ta-dah!” He laughed slightly, setting them on your desk.

“So you prepared for this? What if I didn’t invite you for a drink?”

“Then I’d just have two wine glasses for no reason,” he stated the obvious in an unamused tone, resting his cheek in his palm, and of course, he had to add his signature eye roll.

“Smart ass,” you pushed his shoulder before filling both wine glasses.

“Flat ass,” he replied a little too quickly for your liking and took a sip from his glass.

“If it’s so flat, what are you always staring at?” you reply cockily and take a drink from your own glass.

He nearly choked on his wine, wiping the residue from his chin. He couldn’t even deny it, either. He loved staring at your plump ass when you wore the tightest of skirts to the office. He can’t count how many times he had to control himself from getting a hard-on, and today was no different when you showed up to your promotion party looking like you owned the whole building.

He gulped the rest of the wine from his cup before refilling it again, giving him time to regain his composure.

After he calmed down a bit, he proposed a toast to your achievement. “To you” he held his glass, clanking it with yours.

“You’re so lame” you rolled your eyes at him and clanked your glass with his.

“So lame that you’ve been friends with me since I was 18, begged me to get a job with you. You have lunch with me every single day. You give me rides and even sometimes ask me to come over to your place instead to have dinner with you, and not to mention you invite me over every Saturday for movi-”

You were going to put your hand over his mouth to silence him, but since he had his cup to his lips, you opted for his neck instead.

Bad idea.

Before you could come in contact with his neck, he gripped your wrist and said something that honestly didn’t even surprise you anymore. “Ooh, Kinky, I like it,” he smirked at you.

“I hate you.”

“That’s a funny way to say you love me, y/n. I love you too,” he let go of your wrist and pinched your cheek.

You pushed his hand away from your face and glared at him. “And Just cause you’re lame doesn’t mean I don’t like spending time with you, idiot.”

“Hop off my dick, would you?”

“What dick?” You chuckled.

“The one that could be balls deep inside you if you’d stop playing hard to get,” he retorted.

Now it was your turn to choke on your wine.

Some of the liquid trickled down your chin, and he didn’t miss the opportunity to swipe it away with his thumb, using the chance to tilt your face towards him and lean in closer to you.

You quickly shook your head and focused on anything else but him. “This wine is delicious. Where did you get it from?” As you were pouring another glass, he gripped your wrist, stopping you from doing so.

“Come on, y/n, how much longer are you going to keep this up?”

“Keep what up?” You reply, pretending not to know what he’s talking about.

“This act” he ran his fingers through his hair and released a sigh of frustration.

“You’re confusing me, seungie.”

“Stop acting like you don’t know that I want you. I mean, I made it obvious since the first day we met, and all you ever do is brush me off like I’m not even here.”

You hated that out of all times. He had to bring this up now. You just wanted to celebrate your promotion, but somehow you found yourself discussing the topic you tried your hardest to avoid for years. “Look, I know, and I’ve been trying to keep the relationship between us as just friends.”

“But why? After all these years, you don’t feel even the slightest bit attracted to me?”

“Being attracted to someone doesn’t mean liking them, Seung” you had already downed two more glasses of wine almost unknowingly.

“Well, you don’t like me even just a little?” He just kept prying. You hated how hard-headed he was all the time. In some cases, it was an admirable trait, but right now was not one of them.

“Of course I do. You’re like my little brother,” you flat-out lied to end the discussion, but he wasn’t buying it for two seconds. Not to say you thought he would, but it was still worth a shot.

“I already know that’s bullshit. You never treat me like a brother,” he scoffs.

“I don’t treat you like a boyfriend either,” you reply, feeling like you had a point, but apparently, that is not how he saw it.

He was fed up at this point, and maybe the wine had gotten to him just a tiny bit. “Fuck it” he spun your chair around and quickly pressed his lips against yours.

You absolutely melted into the kiss and immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. He was shocked to see that you actually reciprocated his advances, but he wasn’t complaining, only focusing on the way your lips felt on his the kiss was everything he thought it’d be and more.

You’d never say it out loud to anyone, but you’ve wanted him for so long there was only one problem.

He was just so out of your league, far more successful than you were at his age, a whole ten years younger than you, and honestly, the idea of being more than friends with him intimidated you.

He pulled away from the kiss reluctantly and rested his forehead against yours. “So much for me being your little brother,” he breathes against your lips.

“Shut up” you cupped his face in your hands, bringing him even closer and ultimately giving in to your desires.

“Yes, Ma’am” he connected his lips to yours once again and began kneading your thighs with his large veiny hands. He deepened the kiss and slipped his hand up your skirt rubbing you through the thin material of your underwear.

“Heeseung,” you gasp, feeling your body flush with heat at the contact of his hands between your legs.

He smiled against your lips when you tangled your hands in his hair, tugging at the roots softly.

Before things got too heated, you leaned back to take a breather. “What if we get caught?”

“We’re like the only ones still here. Everyone left after the celebration” he kissed your jaw and down to your neck, sucking on the supple skin.

You lost yourself in the feeling of his mouth sucking and licking all over your skin. You let your head fall back to give him better access to your sweet spot and moaned loudly when he nipped at the flesh.

You used every last ounce of your strength to pull away from him cause, at the back of your mind. You couldn’t help but feel worried about getting caught. “But what if?”

He groaned agitatedly, but he knew it was better to be safe than sorry he knew how important work was to you, and if you got fired, cause of him, he’d never forgive himself for it. “You’re right. There’s a storage room right around the corner. Come on” he took your hand in his gently and led you to the dark space making sure to lock the door behind him. “There, that way, we for sure won’t get caught.” he smiled softly and made his way over to you.

“Seung, I’m not so sure about this,” you chewed on your lip nervously.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, don’t worry about it. If at any point you want me to stop, just let me know, okay?”

He held your face in his hands, waiting for your reply. “Okay,” you nodded your head.

“Okay,” he whispered reassuringly and backed you up against a desk in the dimly lit room, attaching his lips to yours and kissing you feverishly. He lifted your skirt up, gripping your ass tightly, causing you to moan into the kiss. He immediately stuck his tongue inside your mouth, tangling it with yours.

He pushed his body as close to you as possible, grinding his bulge against your core. You gasped when you felt how big he was. he hummed in delight as he trailed kisses down your jawline. “I just couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off you today. I love it so much when you wear skirts,” he confessed while placing kisses all over your exposed neck.

“Really? I guess I’ll have to wear them more often.”

“You’d do that just for me?” He raised a brow that you couldn’t see cause his face was tilted to the side as he swiped the tip of his tongue over the shell of your ear.

“Anything for you” you palmed his erection through his slacks, with your lip caught between your teeth.

“Is that so?” He released an unstable breath at the feeling of your hand teasing his hard length.

“Yes, anything,” you moaned breathlessly as he nibbled on your earlobe.

“Then turn around and bend over for me” his slightly assertive tone made you do exactly as he said, bending over the desk and arching your back as far as you could for him.

He ran his palms all along your backside, massaging his favorite part of your body. He got down on his knees, easily leveling his face with your ass as he bunched your skirt further up around your waist and yanked your panties down in one swift motion.

You whimper from the cool air hitting your bare pussy. “So, so wet,” he licked the glob of wetness dripping from your pretty pink hole. Moaning at the taste of your arousal coating his tongue, you tasted even better than he could have ever dreamed of.

“Fuck” you dropped your head on the desk in front of you while he lapped up all your juices. You just knew he would be good at this, but not this good. He exceeded all your expectations by far, and he was only just getting started.

He gulped loudly while swallowing his saliva mixed with your essence. “Taste so fucking good, doll. I could eat your pussy all day” needless to say, he was already rock solid in his slacks, but he couldn’t be bothered with that right now, his hands were already preoccupied with your plump ass cheeks, and all he wanted was to eat you out for hours. “And you smell so amazing” he inhaled deeply before diving back in, sucking on your pussy lips, and it was like he was making an effort to make the most filthiest sounds behind you, slurping and sucking loudly while he ate you out like there was no tomorrow.

He stuck two of his long thick fingers inside you, stretching you out just right for him. “You’re really tight. Just relax, doll” you listened to his words as you took a deep breath before giving yourself to him fully and relaxing under his touch. It’s been quite a while since you’ve been intimate with someone, but he was able to make you comfortable as he easily guided you through all of his ministrations and reassured you with his delicate voice over and over again.

His cock was leaking so much precum and he could have sworn he’s never been this turned on before. You barely even touched him, but there was just something about you that could make him painfully hard without even doing anything.

As he trailed his tongue through your wet folds, the path led him to where he so badly needed to be, and before he could think twice about it, he was already flattening his tongue against your perineum.

You had no idea how just his tongue alone was making you feel so good your eyes were rolling back in your head, and your legs were already quivering from the intense pleasure. “That feels so good,” you cried out, gripping the desk tightly. The feeling of his warm wet tongue on one of the most sensitive parts of your body had you short-circuiting.

“You like that?” He moaned against your skin as he humped the air trying to seek any type of relief for his throbbing cock, which was no use. Only you could give him what he needed.

“Y-yes,” you stuttered out.

His eyes fluttered open only to be met with your twitching rim, and he didn’t even try to resist the strong urge to lick a stripe between your ass cheeks, making you yelp in pleasure. No one has ever done anything like that before. It felt so foreign but so amazing at the same time.

You never wanted him to stop, and it’s like he could read your mind as he circled your rim with the tip of his tongue teasingly.

“Mmm, so good,” his voice tickled your skin as he spread you open with the palm of his hand, creating even more space to lick you up and down.

He messily licked from your wet hole to your quivering rim, speeding up the movement of his fingers inside you while stimulating you with his tongue.

Each time his digits went in and out of you, they were coated in a thick creamy layer of your arousal. He couldn’t believe he was the one making you this wet, but it only motivated him to continue on until your juices were running down your thighs.

He was almost positive he was enjoying this more than you. His dick was so hard, and it only got harder as he stuck his tongue out and inserted it in your tight hole.

The feeling of his fingers in your pussy and his tongue inside your ass at the same time felt so unreal. “Seung s-so good,” you whimpered helplessly, relying on the desk to hold all your weight as you felt your legs beginning to give out when his saliva-coated tongue went deeper in your hole.

He rested his hand on your lower back, bringing your body impossibly close to his face. He spat on your puckered rim that winked in anticipation as he smeared his saliva between your cheeks with his pouty lips kissing your tight hole softly before sticking his tongue back inside of you.

You couldn’t help but reach your hand behind you and push his face forward as if he wasn’t already close enough. You could feel his hot, heavy breath against your wet skin, and that only heightened the intensity of the pleasure he was giving to you.

He made a sound mixed between a laugh and a breathy moan. His face was literally pressed against your ass as he did his best to work with what little space you left for him. He wouldn’t have stopped, but he needed to breathe, so finally, he pulled away, leaving your holes clenching and needy for him.

At this point, he was just too worked up, and he needed you now more than anything in the world. He pulled his fingers out of you gently, licking them clean before he stood up, ignoring the ache in his knees as he hastily lowered his slacks and underwear. “You ready for me, doll?”

“Yes, please hurry, Seung” he smacked your ass and jiggled it with his palm as the sound bounced off the walls. You yelped in pleasure from the burning yet pleasurable sting.

He rubbed his oozing tip on your soaking folds, gathering your wetness so he could push in with ease.

“Shit, I’ve been wanting this for so long, Ever since we met” his heart was racing in anticipation mixed with something else he couldn’t quite pinpoint, and he was sure he’s never wanted anything more than this, not even a promotion and he really wanted a promotion, so that was saying a lot.

He pushed in the tip only, easing himself back and forth slowly. “Oh god,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, I could cum just from this,” he admits while gripping your waist tightly to bring you closer to his body. He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek before pushing in all the way, sliding his thick cock in your cunt. “Fuck, princess, you feel so amazing,” he moaned loudly, not holding back his sounds of pleasure one bit. He wanted you to know the effect you had on him.

“Y-you can move now” you were already so impatient. You just needed him now.

He wasted no more time talking and thrusted in you slow yet so deep at the same time.

He set his pace nice and steady until you adjusted to his size, which didn’t take long, given the fact that you were already so wet and needy to be filled up with his cock.

“Faster Seung, please. I need you” you dug your nails into the desk.

“Anything you want, precious” a moan escaped his lips as he sped up his thrusts, hips slapping against your ass with each one. He gathered a ball of saliva and spat it into his hand, using the slimy substance to lubricate your obscenely tight rim. After he spread it all over your hole, he stuck his thumb inside you, filling up both of your holes perfectly.

“Ah Seung,” you gasp out from the unfamiliar sensation.

“You like that, don't you? You like having me deep in both your pretty little holes?” He matched the rhythm of his thumb with his strokes steadily moving in and out of you at the perfect pace. “Say it,” he grunted.

“Yes- fuck seungie, it feels really good, so full” he was hitting all the right spots inside you. Somehow everything he did felt heavenly, and the pleasure only increased with each and every one of his skillful movements.

There was no way to describe how good he was feeling. He was lightheaded as his tip kissed your sweet spot repeatedly. He watched his cock stretch you out to the fullest your pussy lips looked so perfect as they stretched far and wide to accommodate his big cock. “You’re taking me so well, my princess.”

He could feel how tightly you clenched around his thumb and cock, letting him know you were getting close, and so was he. “Doll, I’m so close,” he warned you, followed by a shaky breath, and you felt his dick twitching inside you.

You were not far behind either as you reached your hand down to rub your clit in fast circles, making you clench down even tighter on his dick. “Seung, I’m cumming!” You rubbed your clit into overstimulation while he continued to fuck you from behind.

“Me too, princess, I’m gonna breed this perfect little pussy” just as the words left his mouth, you felt him releasing his load deep inside your convulsing hole. “Fuck, y/n,” he panted as his hips began to falter, and you could feel the strong pulsating of his cock as he was cumming.

You huffed out heavy breaths while you came down from your orgasm. He moved your hair from your face leaning down to capture your lips as he rutted his hips into you, riding out your highs together. He tangled his tongue with yours, getting lost in the heat of your mouth and pussy.

He finally stilled his movements hissing in over-sensitivity when he removed his heavy length from your hole, watching as his warm cum spilled out of you and onto the floor. “Fuck” he swallowed thickly before giving your ass a light spank. “Come here, doll” he sat in the desk chair, lifting you on his lap and setting you right on top of his dick “so far, so good?” He tapped your waist with his index finger making sure you were okay to continue.

You nodded weakly, too drained to respond.

“Let me do all the work. I’m gonna make you feel so good. I promise” he kissed your temple and lifted you up slightly while you wrapped your arms around his neck. After aligning his dick with your used hole, he lowered you on his length, bouncing you up and down on his cock slowly. “Yes, that’s it” he sighed in pleasure and tipped his head back slightly to take in the view in front of him with hooded eyes.

“Seungie,” you whined while looking into his eyes and biting on your bottom lip.

“Shh, doll, I know” he rested his forehead against yours, bouncing you on his cock harder, creating loud slapping noises as your sweaty bodies collided with one another.

“Is someone there?” You both jumped at a voice outside. It must have been one of the janitors coming in for their night shift.

“It’s okay” he slowed down and rubbed your back to comfort you. “just keep your voice down. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” you whispered and nodded your head.

“Yeah?” he smiled and pressed his lips to yours briefly before picking up the pace and bucking his hips up into you. “That’s my girl” he secured you tightly with his left arm holding you close while his right hand traveled down to your clit, rubbing you there softly.

You moaned quietly and collapsed onto his shoulder while his tip hit your spot perfectly.

Every stroke of his cock felt better than the last, and it was only a matter of time before you came yet again. “It feels so good” you buried your face in his neck, sucking and licking every inch you could reach.

He chuckled softly from the tickling sensation on his neck. “I know, baby. You feel so good.”

“I’m close, Seung.” you panted in his ear.

“Yeah?” He breathed out, feeling himself already losing his strength from going so hard on the previous round.

“Yes, so close” You used every last bit of energy to ride him at a pace that had you both cumming in mere seconds.

“Oh fuck” he whined in your ear lowly as his legs started to shake. “y/n, please, please, don’t fucking stop,” he whispered, feeling his second orgasm approaching rapidly as sweat beads trickle down his forehead.

His pleas for you to keep going only fueled you to give him your all as you clung tighter onto his shoulders for support to fuck him faster and deeper.

“Oh my fucking god,” his eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he looked between your bodies, watching the way your pussy sucked his cock in. His abdomen was covered in your slick and cum, which only turned him on ten times more. He loved it wet and messy. “You’re riding me so well,” he rubbed your clit just a little longer until the knot inside your stomach unraveled. “cum for my doll.”

“Fuck!” You yelped as your legs shook uncontrollably. So much for keeping quiet, but you were sure whoever was outside the door had left long ago.

You were clenching around his cock for the second time tonight. The convulsions of your cunt triggered his orgasm, and you felt his cock get even harder just seconds before he pumped his seed into you. His length throbbed with every squirt of warm cum he released inside you. “Y/n,” he groaned while tightening the grip on your hips.

You continued to clench around his girthy cock in your post-orgasmic state, persuading him to empty every last ounce of his hot cum until he filled you up to the brim.

“Seung,” you mewled from the over-sensitivity gripping the collar of his dress shirt as you tiredly rested your forehead on his shoulder.

“I got you, I got you” he held you close to his chest and pecked your forehead, calming you down from your intense high.

You could feel his heart beating rapidly against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own.

You both stayed in that position for a good while, trying to regain control of your breathing and energy. He stroked your head softly as his body still trembled under you slightly. “That was so much better than I could have ever imagined” he kissed your cheek softly.

“It really was” you drew random patterns on his chest and played with his tie, which he thought was so adorable.

He held you even closer to his body, resting his head on your shoulder with his dick still inside you. “Wanna get cleaned up now?” He asked in the most delicate voice you’ve ever heard from him.

You shook your head no. Being pressed against his wide chest and full of his cock was just too comforting for you to want to move. “You’re so warm” you nuzzled your face in his neck.

He let out an airy chuckle placing a kiss on your head, not caring about the fact that his pants were down around his ankles. “Whose the older one here?” He teased you. You were literally acting like a baby, which made his heart swell. You were just too cute.

“Seung,” you whined.

He could only laugh at you, too tired to tease you any longer.

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“Hey, doll,” heeseung whispered behind you, massaging your shoulders.

“Hi,” you reply with no enthusiasm whatsoever.

He moved your hair to the side, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

You moved away from his touch, leaving him slightly puzzled for a second, but it soon clicked. “It’s okay. No one is even paying attention” Nevertheless, he still leaned back to give you some space. “Since we both enjoyed last night so much, I was thinking we could go on a date later, and you could spend the night at my place after,” he continued rubbing your shoulders, which felt amazing, by the way, but you weren’t going to let him know that.

“Not tonight,” you say, annoyed.

“Okay…. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Busy,” you type away on your computer, eyes never leaving the screen.

“This weekend, when we’re not so busy with work,” he suggested.

“Heeseung, please, not right now. You’re bothering me, okay?”

He finally removed his hands away from your shoulders. He knew how serious you could be when it came to working, but he still couldn’t help feeling dejected, especially after being so excited to see you today. “Okay,” he mumbled, going to his cubicle next to yours.

After he left, you sighed and rubbed your temples in frustration. Only an hour went by before you needed a coffee break.

“Feeling better?” Heeseung came up, standing way too close behind you.

You jumped slightly and spilled some of your coffee. “Heeseung, what’s your problem?” You snapped at him for no reason other than the fact you were upset with yourself because of last night.

“Sorry, y/n, It was an accident. I’ll clean it up, don’t worry” he grabbed a few napkins wiping the small mess that you made a big deal out of. “See? All better” he turned you around to face him trapping you by resting his arms on the counter behind you.

“All better,” you repeated, feeling shy from the proximity between you both. He leaned in for a kiss, but you turned your head in the opposite direction.

He lowered his head and clenched his jaw. “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you reply quickly.

“If it’s nothing, then why have you been acting weird towards me all morning?”

You tapped the coffee mug in your hand, opting to use silence for an answer instead.

“Talk to me, love,” he spoke softly while cupping your cheeks and focusing on your eyes.

You removed his hands from your face and turned away from him.

“I just don’t get it. Everything was good last night when You took me home, and now you’re acting like you don’t even know me.”

“Seung, just leave it, okay? That was a one-time thing, and it was a mistake,” you reply agitatedly.

He looked at you, taken aback by your choice of words.

“Wow, this is the thanks I get after I completely devoured your ass,” He joked, trying to lighten the mood a little, but that didn't work.

“I’m serious. That will never happen again, so just forget it.”

He scoffed at your words. “So, what are you saying?

“That last night was a mistake, and it shouldn’t have ever happened, so just forget about it.”

“You can’t fucking be serious right now. How the fuck do you expect me to do that? You know I liked you since way back then, and I finally get a chance with you or what I thought was a chance, and now you just want to forget?”

“Seung, stop. We’re at work,” you said, simply ignoring him and his feelings.

“I don’t fucking care where the fuck we are” He stood up straight and locked eyes with you. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t feel anything when you were with me last night. Tell me it meant nothing to you.”

“I didn’t. It meant nothing to me” you held eye contact with him, trying your best not to crack under the pressure of his gaze.

He instantly looked away from your eyes to conceal the hurt expression that immediately took over his features as those words left your mouth. “But, y/n, I’m in lov-“

“Stop,” you cut him off before he could even finish.

You could have sworn you saw him tearing up a bit, and you felt so horrible. “Okay, fine, I’ll just forget about it then like it never even happened.” He poked his inner cheek with his tongue, grabbed the dirty tissues off the counter, and threw them in the trash bin on his way out of the break room.

You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, finally letting the reality of what just took place sink in.

But it was better this way. You just weren’t right for him. He deserved someone better, younger, and prettier than you, someone, who had a life outside of work, someone who could give him what you couldn’t.

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Unfortunately, The rest of the day, he didn’t look your way, he didn’t call you to take lunch together, he didn’t stay and work overtime with you, absolutely nothing.

You sighed, watching him shut off his desk lamp and pack up his belongings.

He didn’t even say bye.

As much as it hurt to be ignored by him, this was for the better.

He’d get over you sooner than later.

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Or maybe not.

The next few weeks were the same. The only time you talked was in a meeting, and even then, he still didn’t look at you.

You couldn’t help but think that he hated you and that your friendship was now in jeopardy.

You know what you did was shitty, but it wasn’t easy to just tell him you didn’t feel good enough, not only for him but for everything you did in life.

You graduated later than most people. It took you longer to grasp certain aspects of work, and while everyone, including him, was excelling, you always seemed to fall short.

That wasn’t the only thing either. Your parents consistently compared you and your siblings all the time. It felt like a race between who could graduate faster and who could have the highest-paying job. Unfortunately, you took all of that to heart. Ever since then, you felt like you’d never be enough, and you allowed yourself to drown in self-doubt.

Leaving you to become who you are today, a single workaholic hopeless romantic.

Now on the other side of the spectrum. heeseung didn’t hate you, not one bit. He knew you had your reasons cause the y/n he knew would have never done what you did. But that still didn’t make it hurt any less.

He was finding it rather difficult to act the same around you, especially when his thoughts were a complete raging mess one night you were having sex with him. And the morning after, you’re telling him it was a mistake, so he did what he thought was best and gave you space. He didn’t realize that he was actually ignoring you in the process, though.

He missed having lunch with you. He missed seeing you roll your chair back and peeking at him from behind your cubicle to tease him. He missed you driving him home and getting dinner after you both worked overtime together.

But he figured he might as well just see it as a thing of the past, and apparently, so was your guy’s friendship. It had been weeks since you last talked to him, let alone looked his way, and he couldn’t help but blame himself for the way things were going between the two of you. “Four years down the drain just like that if I had just set my feelings aside” he leaned against the break room counter with his coffee in hand, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to think of a way to fix your guys friendship until he heard an unknown voice.

“Hi, sorry to disturb you, but I’ll be training here for a short period of time, and I wanted to introduce myself to everyone.”

“Oh! Hi, and it’s quite alright. You’re not disturbing me one bit” he extended his hand to shake hers. “Lee heeseung, and you are?”

She took his hand and shook it gently with a shy smile. “Yoo ji min”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, and it’s nice to see new faces every once in a while,” he smiled brightly.

You just had to come into the break room at the absolute worst time. You saw heeseung and the new trainee chatting away, and you couldn’t help but feel jealous at their interaction. “Hello,” you greeted them awkwardly.

Heeseung looked at you with puppy eyes muttering the tiniest little. “Hi,” it was so low you didn’t even hear it.

She gave you a small nod before proceeding with her conversation with heeseung. “So, maybe you could show me what you do sometime?”

You almost puked from her honey voice and the way she was sweet talking to him. “Sure! I could give you a couple of tips too. It’s never easy the first day. If you need anything, I’ll be on the 22nd floor, or just call my extension,” he chuckled lightly.

“I learn faster hands-on. I don’t mind taking a trip all the way up here just to see you,” she winked.

Now she was just being obvious, and heeseung knew it. He had noticed it ever since she first got there. It’s like she literally couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Her fake high-pitched voice almost gave him a headache, but he was just trying to do his job and be nice. “Yeah, umm, see you around” her direct flirting was making him more than a tad bit uncomfortable, so he got out of dodge sooner than later.

Thank god you didn’t have to listen to that any longer. One minute was more than enough.

When she introduced herself to you, it was literally hi and bye, but with heeseung, she had to use her fake voice and make unnecessary small talk with him. She was already getting on your last nerve, and it was only her first day.

That’s my man, you thought to yourself.

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Holy fuck were you about to go insane from her constant fake giggling every two seconds. She just had to bring her ugly (pretty) ass all the way to the 22nd floor just so she could pretend like she needed heeseung’s help with something.

And it didn’t help that he was laughing back, loudly too, like he was just having the time of his life. Which he probably was. How could he not when there was a girl his age, talented and beautiful, practically drooling all over him?

Little did you know his laugh was as real as hers, but he was attempting to make you jealous in hopes that maybe it would get you to talk to him again.

“Just whatever.” You mumbled and focused back on your work.

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Today was the same. She was all up inside his cubical like it was hers, just laughing and chatting away.

After another hour of them laughing and talking AND going on lunch together, you couldn’t take anymore.

You were so close to just walking the fuck out.

But since you’ve worked here, you always stayed one hour over so you couldn’t leave and muddy up your perfect record, especially after just being promoted not too long ago. “Heeseung, our shift is over. We should go get drinks and celebrate my last day here.”

Heeseung rubbed his nape. He wasn’t used to going home until you did, so the fact that his shift was up came as a surprise to him. “Umm, well, I usually stay an hour later,” he explained.

He was not trying to have it go this far. He was just using her to try to make you jealous (which was failing miserably, by the way, or so he thought). If he was being honest, she was annoying as hell and fake as fuck. Her perfume gave him a headache. It reminded him of his college days. Every girl he crossed paths with wore that same cheap-smelling perfume except you. Well, you might of, but when you were in college, he was just a wee baby, but the first day you met, he remembers the perfume you wore. It was one of the many things that attracted him to you in the first place. It smelled so sophisticated and professional, not like some young teenager begging for his attention. It made you stand out, and since that day, that has been his favorite smell.

He even went as far as to buy it from the mall on your birthday so he could smell it on you every day. He remembered the hug you gave him after opening it.

He missed your smell, your laugh, your smile, everything. He missed you, and it’s barely even been two months.

He only realized that he was spaced out when her nasty voice snapped him out of his precious thoughts about you.

“Heeseung?” She tapped his back to gain his attention.

He flinched from her unwelcome touch. “Huh?” He replied and shook his head slightly.

“Come on, just a few drinks” she tried to put her hand on his shoulder, but he leaned away from it, pretending he was turning his computer off.

“Uhh…”

“A few drinks aren’t gonna kill you” she rolled her eyes in annoyance when she saw him glancing over at your cubicle. It was obvious to anyone that heeseung liked you, and it didn’t take her long to catch on to that either. She couldn’t understand why he’d even bother looking your way when someone like her was present, and that did more than just trigger her inferiority complex.

“Okay, a few drinks won’t hurt. Just give me five more minutes, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

That was it. You couldn’t take it anymore fuck staying an hour later. You couldn’t hear their conversation but just the thought of her being so close to him made you feel sick.

“See you then,” she whispered in his ear, sending a chill down his spine and not the good kind, not like the chills you gave to him.

Heeseung noticed you packing up earlier than usual, and he couldn’t help but say something. “You’re going home already. It’s barely past nine. You always stay late.”

“Not tonight,” you angrily shoved your stuff in your bag and headed out.

“Y/n, wait!” He gripped your wrist gently. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine,” you fake smiled at him before freeing yourself from his grip.

“Are you sure? This isn’t like you, so, I’m just kinda worried.” he rubbed his nape.

“Don’t you have someone downstairs to worry about?”

“W-what? No, Y/n!” Before he could even explain, you had already stormed off to the elevator, mashing on the buttons.

“Fuck!” you wiped the tears that formed in your eyes as the elevator took you to the first floor.

He ran downstairs as quickly as possible, trying to catch up to you, but it was no use. By the time he got down, you were far out of sight. He took a few seconds to catch his breath.

“There you are. I was waiting forever” she clung onto his arm, dragging him near the exit.

“Hey, uhh, about tonight, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna pass.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Is it cause that bitch that works next to you? I see you staring at her all the time. Even when I’m talking to you, you still only look at her!”

At this point, he wasn’t even surprised she’d say such things about you. Her attitude was off from the start anyways.

“Watch your fucking mouth, and she has a name. It’s y/n. Maybe if you weren’t being so pretentious around me, you might have noticed,” he scoffed.

“So, it is her? Really heeseung you can do so much better” she bit her lip seductively while grabbing his tie, but he quickly snatched it away cause you were the only woman he allowed to touch his tie.

“And where do you suggest I might find that? Cause, as of right now, better is nowhere in sight” he stared down at her with his jaw clenched.

“Let’s be honest here, shall we? Me and you both know she doesn’t even like you. I mean, she makes it obvious” his expression faltered at the truth of her words. “While you’re staring at her, she’s thinking of someone else” she placed her hands on his shoulders, inching dangerously close to his face. “And while you’re staring at her, I’m only thinking of you,” he could feel her warm breath against his skin.

Before she could go any further, he pushed her hands off of him and created a good distance. “Don’t”

“Tch fine, I only wanted you for your looks anyways. We would have made such a great pair. But you’re actually quite boring,” she giggled. “You can continue to waste time on a girl that doesn’t even notice your existence. It’s your loss” she flipped her hair on her way out of the building.

“I’ve never been more happy to lose,” he stated with a smirk and watched her leave with his hands in his pockets.

She turned around and had the nerve to look at him offended. “Asshole,” she put her middle finger in the air before finally leaving the building.

Heeseung thought of a million foul insults he could have thrown back at her, but she wasn’t even worth his breath.

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You woke up with a throbbing headache. You finished off the bottle of wine heeseung bought for you last night in an attempt to numb the pain in your heart. Still, every glass you poured just reminded you of that night, the night you wish you could go back in time and erase, not cause you didn’t enjoy it, you loved every second of it as a matter of fact, but if that night never happened you and heeseung would still be friends.

You groaned and did your normal routine, adding in a few painkillers with your breakfast.

At least you still looked somewhat presentable, but you already knew today was going to be a long one.

Your stomach churned at the idea of seeing him face to face after last night, but this was the only way to get over him and everything that’s happened.

You knew this was your fault, and you also knew that he would get over you, but it still hurt like hell to lose him.

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Somehow you were the last to be informed that the new girl had already completed her training and was transferred to a new building which didn’t bother you one bit. That news made your day just a little better.

You plopped down on your seat, yawning loudly while switching on your lamp and turning on your computer.

Heeseung was already behind you with a hot cup of coffee, setting it on your desk without any words.

He went to his cubical, cracked his knuckles rolled up his sleeves, and got right down to business as usual now that the bitch or new girl was finally gone, he couldn’t have been happier.

Now there would be nothing getting in the way of him mending your friendship, or so he thought.

It was your lunchtime, and heeseung was going to try and work his way back into your life slowly and, this time, leave out all the flirting and off-color comments that would make you uncomfortable if you didn’t want him like that. Then he was going to learn to accept it for the sake of a solid four-year relationship. His feelings weren’t more important than your guy’s friendship, and he knew that. “Hey y-” before he could finish, he got cut off by none other than sim jaeyun. He worked on the opposite end of the floor, and heeseung always caught him taking glances at you but never said anything to you about nor did you ever even notice him.

“Hey, y/n, I know it’s been some time, but congratulations on your promotion” the tips of his ears were burning bright red.

“Thank you” you couldn’t hide the fact that you were blushing. He was so cute. How come all the attractive guys are so much younger than me, you wondered.

You felt like a cougar or something.

“You’re w-welcome” his little stutter hit you hard. How is it possible for someone to be so adorable? he reminded you of heeseung on his first day.

Heeseung.

You sighed. After all this time, he’s still all you could think about.

Heeseung listened closely, feeling a very familiar emotion he got whenever you talked to anyone that wasn’t him.

He was jealous.

Jealous that another man was talking to his gir- his friend.

“I uhh was thinking maybe if you’re not too busy, we could have lunch together?”

Please say no, please say no, heeseung prayed.

“Sure, what time?” You responded with a smile.

“Why y/n?” Heeseung mumbled and slumped in his chair, pouting slightly.

But he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing while another man tried to have lunch with you. He was already your designated lunch partner.

“Actually, me and y/n were just about to go together, but you’re more than welcome to join us” heeseung stood up, towering over you and his other co-worker. “Right, y/n?” Heeseung turned his gaze to the younger, giving him a stern look.

“A-actually, I forgot I have a meeting today” the young boy quickly scurried away, feeling scared by heeseung’s intimidating presence. It didn’t take him long at all to get the message that something was going on between the two of you.

“We were?” You look at heeseung, completely confused and even more confused at his behavior today.

First coffee, and now he’s actually speaking to you and asking you on lunch, not to say you were complaining you missed this boy too much to even say no.

“I-if y-you want to” he literally shifted from foot to foot, fiddling with his hands, face completely flushed red.

Cute.

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You had a blast at lunch teasing him like usual his face was on fire because of you for the second time today. “You know you looked just like a baby earlier, and you stuttered like one too.”

“You really enjoy my pain, don’t you?” He glared at you.

He reached his fork over to your plate, taking the last bite of your food as revenge. “Are you fucking kidding me?

“Do I look like I’m fucking kidding you?” he talked with his mouth still full of what would have been your last bite.

“That was the last bite,” you pouted.

“Well, come and get in then” he opened his mouth, showing you the last bits of your salad on his tongue.

“You’re in for it,” you warned.

“Oh? Am I?” He cocked his brow.

“Yes, you need to be punished.” You giggled.

“Have I been a bad boy? Is mommy gonna spank me?” he looked at you with puppy eyes touching his index fingers together, and burst out into laughter seconds later.

You tried to contain your smile but ultimately failed. “You’re so stupid!” you shoved his shoulder, and it felt just like old times. “Seung?” you muttered once the laughter had died down.

“Hmm?” He propped his elbows on the table, intrigued by what you had to say.

“Sorry for everything, you know, not talking to you and all that other stuff” you picked at your nails, looking down at the table in front of you.

“Aww, isn’t that sweet,” he said endearingly. “You fucking suck at apologizing,” he deadpanned.

“Seung, I’m serious. I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t get all heartfelt on me now.”

“Really, Seung, I feel bad, and I’m so sorry.”

He simply waved you off. “It’s alright. I’m a big boy. I can take rejection.”

“You didn’t act like it.”

“Fair, but that’s only cause you were avoiding me.” He stated.

“What?! You were the one avoiding me!” you pointed a finger in his face.

“No, I gave you space, and you avoided me” he pointed his finger right back at you.

“Space?! I never said I needed space!” You said, taken aback by what absurdity you were hearing.

“But you avoided me, so I assumed you wanted space, and I gave it to you!” His voice was at least two octaves higher than before as he fought against you.

“You just assumed I wanted space!?” Your tone was now matching with his.

“Yeah! You were acting all menopausal in your old age, so I assumed you wanted space” he shrugged.

You gasped and looked at him wide-eyed. “Excuse me!” You said, flabbergasted before revving up to defend yourself once again.

The rest of lunch was spent bickering about god knows what. But still, You both felt so much better after apologizing and talking things over, so maybe he was out of your league, and maybe he’d never stop loving you, and you’d never stop loving him, but for right now, you were both just happy to be friends again.

The End.

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Assistant (Viktor x m!reader)

Sooo this is my first writing of a fanfic so don't judge please - let me know what I need to work on and enjoy! :)

You've been Viktor's assistant for a few months now, taking notes on his work, studying him to know exactly what he needs, you even try to help him out with cleaning around the lab sometimes. He isn't very fond of you, but he has gotten used to you. He may not be very fond of you, but he does appreciate you more than a lot of others. Especially with that soft smile you have and those deep blue eyes he likes to look at for a short period of time.. maybe he likes you a bit more than you thought.

the thing is that you don't work well under pressure, you're always trying to please him and many others. So when he's in a rush and you can't understand much of what he says, you seem to shutdown a bit. Which when that does happen, he doesn't get very mad. He stops and he slows down, giving you time to understand.

He came into the lab for a night shift with you, nobody else was in the lab at that time. It was about midnight and he was rushing you a bit, most likely on accident.

"do you have the notes I asked for a few hours ago done? And I need these files finished by the morning. Also I'm gonna need a cup of coffee fixed for me, please." He rambles on, not taking note on your very confused face. He also hands you the files he had been speaking about.

"uh. yes, sir. sorry- what?" You ask, looking slightly panicked. You don't like to have stuff piled up on you so suddenly, thats known by almost everyone. You've been trying to work on it, though.

"oh, sorry." He says, finally noticing your stressed tone of voice. "First, I'm gonna need you to fix me a cup of coffee. Can you do that for me?" He asks in a more softer and slower tone. He looks back down at you and gives a small, reassuring smile so you know he isn't mad.

"yes, of course. Sorry, I don't do well with pressure." You say with a small, nervous chuckle as you head over to the coffee machine in the office; next to the small couch he has set up in there.

He grabs his notebook to take note that he'll have to be a bit slower with you and give step-by-step instructions. He jolted down the fact and quickly put the notebook away.

"so." He starts before pausing - "I've given you some work to do, so I expect it done by morning. If you need more time, we could probably negotiate something." He says, his voice growing a bit more professional and stern.

All you do is nod, smiling up at him while fixing him some coffee. He always takes his coffee black, but sometimes he's up for a sugar or two.

"I don't do much in my freetime so I'll have it done, I promise." You say clearly, pouring a cup of black coffee. "Are you feeling like just black coffee or maybe a sugar..?" You smile back at him while your body is facing the coffee pot.

He smiles, noting that you remembered his two usuals. You're his assistant and he often works nightshifts with you in the lab, but he still didn't expect you to know.

"One sugar would be nice, Assistant." He responds, smiling softly. He's growing much more comfortable with you, maybe even more fond of you then before.

You smile back at him after hearing his response and you put a sugar in his coffee, stirring it and walking back over to his desk set up in the lab; then setting it on the desk next to his papers.

"One black coffee with sugar, Sir." You say playfully, now feeling much more comfortable then before. He smiles as he sits down and takes a sip.

"Perfect as always, Assistant." He says as he returns the pleasant tone with a smile. He's always called you just 'Assistant', but you don't mind. It's like a cute nickname, sort of.

You sit down next to him and you find yourself gazing into his amber eyes, maybe for a bit too long. You've always admired his work, even as a teenager. So working for him feels perfect. He has the perfect looks as well, and a very slim body. He's definitely your type. He's just a few years older, too; maybe four or five years older. You can't help but admire him and his work, you've always aspired to be a scientist or inventor.

You're finishing up the notes and work he had given you to do, before he paused for a moment to smile and look at you, striking up a conversation.

"you said you don't do much in your free time. You.. don't hang out with friends? Have any hobbies..?" He asks, his tone growing more soft.

This makes you smile a bit, laughing gently. God, that laugh. It was deep, and very cute to him. And that smile is so contagious..

"yes, I have a friend or two. But they're from highschool and we haven't talked in a few years.. so maybe not. But I do do art and take notes on stuff I find particularly interesting." You say, taking a moment to look up into his gaze. You can't help but catch yourself admiring his eyes and analyzing his face.

He seems like he'd be interesting to draw, maybe paint even. Something about him inspires you.

"that sounds.. sad. Any family at home to see? You're only 19 and your job doesn't exactly pay very well. I don't expect you to be out of your parents place yet, yeah?" He replies, his face growing sort of sympathetic.

This makes you smile a bit, trying not to ruin the mood. "Ehh.. I'm still in my parents place but I pay them rent every month, so It's hard to save money. But it works." You respond softly.

"Ah, I see. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?" He asks, looking down at the paper he's working on. He doesn't expect a no, you seem to have a good relationship with almost everyone. But he also doesn't wanna assume, and he wants to get to know you more.

You look back down at your work as well, but your smile fades a bit. "Yes, I do. They just stress me out sometimes and it's really hard to be around them most of the time." You say, not trying to discriminate your parents by talking behind their backs.

"Hm. That seems perfectly normal, parents can be very stressful, as well as some kids. But you seem very talented; especially for your age, Assistant." He says, fidgeting with the pen he had been writing with a moment ago.

He paused after a moment, a smirk returning to his face as if he has an idea. a light amount of blush covers his cheeks as well. He seems to be admiring your face, looking down at your lips and then back at your eyes.

"Maybe we could plan something, like a time to spend time together outside of work. Hm, Assistant?" He says, his tone soft and slightly suggestive.

"yeah, definitely.."

Woooo yayy they're flirting now. (I know this was a pretty slow part but depending on how good this does, I'll definitely continue. Bye!<3)

#slow burn #light angst #arcane #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #mlm #daddy issues

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hw4-l1z · 8 months ago

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request something with Jun Han!

Just fluff/smut Jun Han x reader who’s kinda really intimidating and scary (also bigger than Jun 🫣), but at heart he’s super sweet and energetic, but also rlly caring for Jun whenever they’re alone..

Please and thank you! I rlly like your work!

This was such a wholesome concept oml🥲

Sub!junhan x softdom!m!reader

Cw: not much tbh it's super fluffy// smut but super soft and fluffy hehe// mentions of junhans exs being major red flags

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SFW

He remembers the first time he met you, you were tall, sharp eyes, black hair, wearing all black. He was very intimidated but soon learned the closer you got to eachother that you had a heart of gold, you treated him so nicely and you took great care of him. You'd always message him with a cheery good morning, reminded him to eat and drink plenty, to not work too late and get plenty of sleep, to not stress himself over the little things. He grew so fond of you and how much you genuinely cared for him, he's never had anyone be so sweet and generous. Your bubbly personality charmed him aswell, the way your face lit up whenever you saw him, you'd greet him with a quick hug and ask him how his day was. Overtime he couldn't help but fall for you...how could he not, you're such a gentleman and you spoil him rotten. The day you asked him out he was so happy he couldn't stop smiling and blushing as you told him how you really felt about him.

You've been dating for a year now and everything couldn't be better. Although he's realised through the years...the way you treat others is not quite the same as you treat him. You're sometimes quite cold towards some, almost as if they're invisible to you but only with newer people your not so keen on. With the rest of the boys you're sweet and caring but not nearly as much as you are for junhan, he can’t help but feel so special knowing only he gets all this kind treatment. He has questioned you on it wondering why even when you only just met him you were being really soft and caring towards him. You simply just told him that when you saw him for the first time he looked like the cutest little shy thing ever, you had almost an instinct to protect and nurture him. Of course to that he got very flustered so you took his face in your hands and squeezed his cheeks together cooing at him as he whines for you to stop.

Usually when he's away at band practice you swing by to give him some food since alot of the time he forgets to, being so caught up in practise. Of course you didn't want to leave the other boys hungry so you bought them food too but you spent your time there sitting on the floor with junhan, giggling away with eachother in the corner like highschool girls. He always thanks you for taking care of him and his band mates but tells you there's no need to spend so much money on food for you and everyone and for the future to invite them out for food and they can pay their own. You agree to that only for the reason that...it does cost alot for that much food.

Something he adores about you is when you get a random burst of energy and start zooming about like a cat with the zoomies. It's why he calls you a black cat, you're intimidating and mysterious on the outside but on the inside you're either chill and laid back or you're running around absolutely mental. He'll just be chilling on the couch when you go zooming by, circling the couch like a little kid before practically pouncing on him and attacking him with kisses and maybe a sneaky little lick before giggling evily and sprinting off. Funny thing is...you only do that around him, you're only comfortable enough around him to show that chaotic side of you.

NSFW

He's very sensitive so he need to be taken care of alot during sex and you do. You're the only person who's actually had the patience to lead him through it slowly. Past partners would be rude or complain about him being so whiny but when he's with you, you take it soooo slow with him. Making sure he's always comfortable, kissing him so gently, easing your cock into him as slow as you can so you don't hurt him. One hand resting on his hip and softly stroking his side with your thumb to help him relax as your other hand is rubbing his thigh, finally bottoming out inside him with his eyes brows furrowed trying so hard to relax and stay calm. Placing your hand that's on his thigh now onto his other hip you begin to very slowly pull out and in, easing him until he's ready for more. Little whines escape his throat as he feels your cock stretching him so wide, it doesn't hurt him it just feels very intense for him, not being used to having such a big dick inside him. You lay another soft kiss to his lips and then his forehead, continuing your slow thrusts in and out, grinding your hips down into his he let's out a little gasp at the feeling of your reaching deeper. "You okay sweetheart, how does it feel? Want me to go slower" you say in a soft quiet voice, "it's...it's good, can you go a little faster please" he says letting out a little whimper after.

You place both your hand besides his hips, leaning a little more forward putting the weight on your hands as you move you hips a little faster, stroking inside of him deeper. "Mmm...ah...ah...Y/N" he moans out, gripping onto your shoulders "feeling okay? If you need a little more lube I can do that for you" you ask. "It feels so good, no more lube...it's fine" he pants out, he begins bitting his lips as you pick up your pace going at a fairly faster speed but not making the thrust too harsh instead grinding down so it doesn't feel too intense for him. "Ah, Y/N...I'm gonna cum" he whines out, feeling as his walls clench around you almost sucking you in more. You begin to stroke his cock with one hand earning a pretty little moan from his moan, his face and chest are bright red, his mouth opening slightly as a loud drawn out moan comes out. His orgasm washes over him so blissfully, his eyes rolling back as he spills his cum out into your hand and his stomach. Not too long after you finish inside the condom with a breathy moan, his right hand interlinked with yours as he watches your head tip back as you ride out your orgasm.

Finally you pull out of him, taking off the condom and tying it up before disposing it into the bin next to the bed. Leaning over Jun you give him and soft smile as he returns it, brushing the strands of hair that stuck to his sweaty face you lean down and kiss him. Your kiss is full of so much love, you link your hands with his again before pulling away from him "you good?" You ask, he answers nodding his head with a little smile "m'good". After making sure he's okay you then lay down next you him as he rolls onto his side and wraps his arm around your torso and his legs lays on top of yours. Sleep takes over him as he completely relaxes in the quiet room listening to your heartbeat before he drifts off to sleep.

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#sub!idol #dom!malereader #dom!reader #sub!kpop #sub!junhan #junhan x reader #soft smut

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chaoticbardlady99 · 1 year ago

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What about an astarion fic with a masc reader? I rarely see them, and I need it! He has me on my knees, honestly.

One of Your Girls (Astarion x M! Reader) MDNI 18+

Title inspired by the song “One of Your Girls” by Troye Sivan

CW: Smut, fluff, dom! Reader, sub! Astarion, mentions of sexual trauma (really really wanna emphasis that I didn’t quite know what masc meant when I first began writing)

Author Note- I wasn’t able to find a video with Astarion’s proposition that wasn’t translated from Greek so I had to try to recreate the scene from memory (I don’t need my boyfriend asking to read my smut- he wants to, I’m not fond of the idea, ya know how it is).

I have also noticed that there is not a lot of Masculine Reader x Astarion fics. I want to reiterate that I am a woman, so if you are a male and you read this fic, please let me know what you like about the content and maybe give me pointers on male behavior if you feel I’m off (please remember to be kind, I just want to learn, not be crucified).

Astarion stands at the entrance of his tent- impatiently tapping his foot against the ground as some pink-hair tiefling attempts to flirt with him. His instincts say stop being distracted. Focus on the very obviously interested woman in front of him, but he just can’t.

He had spent the last two weeks since he had met you trying to get you into his bed. However, he had never met someone more dense in his life.

He flirts with you constantly, he sees the blush color on your cheeks when he does. He sees how you try not to sneak glances at him when he decides to join you at the river to clean off. He sees your interest in him when you talk, in the way your eyes shine when he makes you laugh.

While Astarion was almost certain that everyone in camp adored you and practically drooled everytime you walked by- he had really felt like he had secured his spot in your bed. Secured your protection.

Yet here he is- drinking shitty wine, being talked at by some girl, and watching you talk to everyone else, but him.

He sneaks glances at you while pretending to be interested in whatever the woman is saying. He takes in all the details of your face- a soft smile pulls on his lip as he watches you erupt in laughter. The tiefling talking to him huffs and says something to him. She must have wisened up eventually because he suddenly doesn’t hear her incessant chattering in his ears.

You wander around camp- all 6’2 and 230 lbs of you. Your body is chorded with strong muscles and littered in scars- the majority hidden away by your clothing.

You unceremoniously stomp around camp, talking and laughing with your other companions. You catch him staring and flash him one of your brilliant smiles. He watches as you take three massive gulps from your wine glass.

For a Barbarian, you are quite charming in your own oblivious way. You are funny, brave, and morally gray. Your general disposition is magnetic- you could (and did) convince a Gnoll to eat itself. You are impulsive and quick to jump into battle which infuriates Astarion, but you always stand right next to his side- making sure that no harm will come to him. Sometimes, to your own detriment! How have you not asked to get into his bed!?

You turn to who you are talking to, say something, and begin walking towards Astarion. Astarion envies the way you walk- head held high, confident, but with a genuine smile on your face. You aren’t confident in a narcissistic, pompous way. You are confident in a humble way. You don’t let your ego lead your life. People like you and want to fight for you. He could never be anywhere close to the man you are, but that is why he needs you. You can convince the others to protect him when the time comes.

You stop in front of him. He pours more wine in your glass as you hold it out to him. You take a sip and he watches as you look at him. He sees the confidence you have waiver slightly.

Strange.

You step closer to him and take his hand in yours, running your thumb over his knuckles. Astarion exhales sharply and you go to jerk your hand back, an apology on your lips when Astarion grabs your hand. While the act of intimacy had surprised him, it certainly wasn’t uninvited. He would never admit it, but your touch lights him on fire in a way he has never experienced before. You look at your intertwined hands and blush. Astarion fights back a satisfied grin.

So maybe I’m not wrong, maybe you are interested.

Astarion smirks at you as he watches the pleased blush spread across your cheeks.

“Sooooooo,” you say with a slight slur, “are you enjoying yourself tonight?”

Astarion scowls and rolls his eyes, “you know I never pictured myself as a hero. Never thought I’d be the one they toast for saving so many lives and now that I’m here,” he pauses to take a drink, his tongue sticking out in disgust, “I hate it. This is awful. I would have liked more for my troubles than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes and a throaty chuckle comes out of your mouth.

“Well at least it’s a celebration,” you sigh, “I am grateful to have something to celebrate for- even though the wine is truly terrible.”

“I was just hoping to be more…. Entertained.”

“True, the goblin’s probably would have thrown a much more wild party,” you quip.

“Well, we could create our own entertainment…” Astarion says while watching your reaction.

You stare at him quizzically, “Like play a game?”

Astarion had to fight the urge to scream at the top of his lungs.

Astarion pulls together his composure for a smile before he says, “No darling, I mean sex.”

You stare at him wide eyed and Astarion is wondering if he read the situation wrong. Then you move forward, sliding your hand up his jaw, into his hair, gently pulling it. Astarion gasps as you press your mouth against his, your tongue gliding across his bottom lip before you pull it in with your teeth. You pull back, your grip on his hair loosening and you look into his eyes with a confident smirk.

You put your mouth against his ear and whisper, “like that?”

Astarion nods- if he needed air, it would have been knocked out of him. Your lips on his were electrifying.

“Let’s find each other when everyone goes to sleep,” he says while looking up at you with hooded eyes.

Your grin gets even wider, “Gods, I thought you’d never ask.”

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Astarion feels you lift him up and wrap him around your hips- his back colliding with the tree. Your lips are on his hungrily, needy, but with restraint as he feels your erection grow. Astarion makes quick work of your shirt and begins to move to the laces of your pants.

You palm him through his pants and he gasps against your lips. After your pants are off, you and Astarion work on his. When they are off, he throws them unceremoniously. You smile nervously at him.

“I’m not very good at the whole, removing clothes thing,” you say with a breathy chuckle as you kiss down his neck, wrapping your hand around his hard cock.

Astarion moans and growls, putting his head into the crook of your neck.

“I’ve noticed. I’ve only been trying to seduce you for the last two weeks,” he manages to gasp out.

“Well then,” you say with a lustful grin, “let me reward you for waiting so patiently.”

You set him down on his back and begin to kiss along his neck and down his body. One of your fingers glides into him and he stifles a moan. You put your mouth around the head of his cock as you pump your finger and then add another. Your mouth moves up and down- your rough tongue applying pressure in all the right places. He cums into your mouth while looking at you.

It feels good, but Astarion is desperately trying not to dissociate. Yes, to an extent this feels significantly different and maybe even makes him feel happy? It just doesn’t erase two hundred years of being degraded and used.

He feels your mouth leave his cock and your fingers aren’t inside him anymore. You don’t go to kiss him. He looks at you with confusion. You stare back in concern.

“Astarion,” you start, “ if you aren’t into this… we don’t ne-”

Astarion panics and grips your hair, pulling you towards him before crashing his lips against yours. You pull away to ask him again, but he beats you to it. He will not lose his protection- his only hope of freedom.

“Of course I want this, “ he hisses against your lips, puncturing your lower lips with his fangs, “I just need you inside me already, darling.”

You still look unconvinced when he wraps his hand around your cock, stroking it. Your gasp sounds like music to his ears- the concern in your eyes fades and becomes replaced with lust. You kiss him hard on the mouth before you flip him on his stomach. Astarion gets up on all fours.

Saved it.

You pump yourself- using the precum as lubricant. Astarion feels you press into his entrance slowly before slipping inside of him. He moans as he hears you release a quiet hiss.

“Hells, “ you moan, tangling his hair in your fingers as you slowly rock your hips, “you feel so fucking good. Are you going to be good for me?”

When he nods, you pull out and slam into him. Astarion cries out in pleasure as you hit that perfect spot inside of him.

“I said, “ you growl, “are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes,” he chokes out, tears pricking his eyes as you fill him up. You feel absolutely perfect inside of him.

That was all you needed before you began to pound in and out of him- your hand snaking around his waist, jerking him off as you praise him for being so good for you.

Astarion is a moaning, screaming mess around and underneath you. He has never had anyone pay so much attention to his pleasure and as his second orgasm of the night rips through him, he feels you reach your release inside him. You collapse on top of him, using your arms to prop yourself up as you kiss his shoulders and his neck before rolling over, pulling him close to you.

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He feels you begin to relax into sleep with your arms around him.

“Will you stay?”

He hears you say quietly- the confidence in your voice not there. He turns around in your arms and looks at your hopeful, nervous face. He smiles, the look on your face snapping him out of the trance he was in. Astarion nods and presses a chaste kiss on your mouth before turning around again.

Once Astarion is sure you have fallen asleep, he fights back the urge to cry. He knows it’s different- being with you felt like nothing he has ever experienced before, but he still couldn’t shake the tainted feeling in his chest as you held him close. Not because he doesn’t want to stay here in your arms, but because the reminder that all he was created for was sex; suddenly became too heavy of a burden to bear.

#astarion x reader #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x you #astarion romance #astarion x tav #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #astarion acunin #bg3 #tav #astarion x m! reader

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teaberrii · 1 year ago

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Chapter 13: Cat and Mouse

You've been Cupid for as long as you can remember. You've brought countless soulmates together, yet you've never found love.

When you're assigned to bring two childhood friends back together, it should be simple until you unexpectedly catch feelings for the mysterious and cold Ph.D. student, Dan Heng, the man with a soulmate… the man with answers to your past.

Dan Heng/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

Jing Yuan isn’t expecting to meet you here out of all places.

He'd been gathering information about you as the conversation with Luocha can only take him so far. The more Jing Yuan found, the more curious he became. What’s a god doing posing as a chemistry student at Xianzhou University? Why are you suddenly researching The Withering now if you have something to do with it? How could you have escaped his radar all this time?

Your photo sparked something when he saw it for the first time.

There’s something familiar about you that he can’t put his finger on, but he knows he’s never seen you before. If he did, he would remember you. There’s an innocence about you that’s different from the vixens Jing Yuan has always been with.

Now, seeing you in person, the familiarity has grown stronger, and it’s eating away at him. He needs to know why, and Jing Yuan is a man who always gets his answers, whatever the cost.

As Jing Yuan walks towards you and Dan Heng, the great white shark encircles the area. “How do you know who I am, sweetheart?” The nickname almost makes you cringe, but your poker face doesn’t falter. “I think I’d remember a pretty face such as yourself. Or…” His predatory gaze land on Dan Heng. “Has the goody-two-shoes been gossiping about me?”

Did you forget? You’re my evil, soul-sucking, fake ex-fianceé who I want to rip apart and feed to the sharks. That’s what you want to say, but is that a little too intense for a first meeting in this time period? Yeah, probably. So, you opt for something more… subtle. Yet, it might give you some valuable information.

“We've met." Dan Heng looks back at you. Clearly, he's not expecting your answer either. "It's a given you don't remember me. Your reputation precedes you."

Jing Yuan narrows his eyes. So, you have met before. Sometime. Somewhere. But it doesn't look like you're going to tell him when or where. Jing Yuan has decided not to call you out as a god. It's obvious you aren't fond of him, not that he expected it, but he definitely isn't expecting the sassiness. He doesn't need to spark a train of thought that leads to you suspecting he's in cahoots with Luocha. At first, Jing Yuan plans to get close to you, but seeing as you somehow know him and whether that's because of Dan Heng or not, it's time for Plan B.

Jing Yuan stops a short distance away from you and Dan Heng. “Regardless if we’ve met in the past or not, it’s fate that brought us back together, is it not? So, let’s put the past behind us and start anew.”

Why is Jing Yuan so interested in you? He shouldn’t know who you are. Does he? Dan Heng glances at you; there’s also something odd about you. Your body language makes it very clear you don’t want him around. Dan Heng isn’t too surprised as you already know about Jing Yuan. But it somehow feels… personal.

“I'd rather not.”

Are you trying to test him? Probably. Is Jing Yuan going to take it? Definitely not. But he’s a man of class. At least that’s what he thinks.

“But I want to.” Jing Yuan steps toward you, but Dan Heng prevents him from getting any closer. Jing Yuan shoots him an unamused look. “I’m not going to hurt your pretty little girlfriend. Trust me.”

You know Jing Yuan as a master liar. If he's anything like his past self, you'd rather die than become his puppet again. This time... you will win.

“Let me be candid,” Jing Yuan says, looking back at you. “This is the first time I need to know where I’ve met someone before. I can't fathom why you think so badly of me." He leans closer to you much to Dan Heng’s very obvious dismay. “So, why don't you enlighten me over a coffee date, Princess?" Jing Yuan looks at Dan Heng out of the corner of his eye. “The boyfriend can tag along as a plus one.”

“Pass.”

Dan Heng almost smiles at the blunt, cold way you rejected Jing Yuan's invitation. He takes your hand and says, “Let’s go.”

You and Dan Heng are about halfway across the room until Jing Yuan says, “You still haven’t given me an answer, Dan Heng.” You feel his grip tighten around your hand. “If you leave with her, I’ll take your answer as a no.”

Dan Heng doesn’t turn around and continues walking. Jing Yuan sighs and looks up at the great white shark that's staring at him. When Jing Yuan got close to you, he saw you weren’t wearing the pendant he and Luocha were looking for.

“What's so special about a locket?” Jing Yuan asked, leaning back. One leg is crossed over the other as he stared at his companion from across the table.

“There should be only one in existence,” Luocha answered, and Jing Yuan raised a brow. “It was an artifact that belonged to my great-grandfather.”

“Ah, yes. The one who lost his mind.”

“The locket was passed down for generations until it went missing, and I haven’t seen it for many years. And now it reappeared around the neck of a woman who’s a god and someone who has something to do with The Withering.”

“Then, perhaps it never belonged to your grandfather. Perhaps it belonged to her. And… perhaps the locket also has something to do with the disease.” Jing Yuan had his hands together on his knees. “How did your great-grandfather get that locket in the first place? Did he make it?”

“No. He found it.”

Jing Yuan vaguely knew about Luocha’s great-grandfather and his descent into mental hell. Jing Yuan never knew the reason why behind the man's suffering… until now. Luocha's great-grandfather had found a locket during his earlier years as an archaeologist. Despite being warned not to take things that didn’t belong to him, he’d secretly kept the locket, thinking that he could make money from it as it was made of real gold.

“It was by accident that he found out it was imbued with magical properties.”

Jing Yuan’s eyes almost widened. “Magical properties?” he repeated as if unable to believe what his friend had just said. “Are you aware of what you just said?”

Luocha poured himself another drink. “Very much so.” He picked up his filled glass and slightly raised it. But when Jing Yuan didn't pick up his intentions, Luocha put his glass down. "Come now, Jing Yuan. It’s not like you to be so serious.”

“Get to the point,” Jing Yuan said flatly.

Luocha sighed but continued the story. “He was curious about what was inside. Yet, he couldn’t open it. He tried everything, but what was strange was that despite the efforts, the pendant remained undamaged. So, he tried burning it. What do you think happened next?”

Jing Yuan poured himself a drink. “Was the locket the cause of his mental anguish?”

It was. And by the time Luocha’s great-grandfather wanted to expose the locket to the world, it went missing.

“Well, I’m sure the man is rolling in his grave now that it reappeared around a god’s neck.” Jing Yuan put his empty glass down. “I wouldn't be surprised if magic exists.” He began spinning the large, metal ring on his finger. “The Withering is a prime example. But, now that the locket is in the possession of a woman who has something to do with this god-forsaken disease, can we assume that she and the locket hold the answers we need?”

The men held up their glasses and clinked them together. “A woman who started the curse and a possible... cure in the form of a locket. How interesting.”

“But we cannot act so rashly.” Jing Yuan took a long sip of his drink. “Even if we get the locket back, I doubt we can open it.”

“Does this mean you want to wait? Wait until they get it open?”

“The locket found her for a reason.” Jing Yuan’s gaze turned predatory. “I believe she is the key.”

Why aren’t you wearing the pendant? Does this mean it’s not in your possession anymore? Jing Yuan exhales sharply. He never thought warming up to you would be a walk in the park. You know Dan Heng who has his suspicions about him. Then, there’s Lan. God knows what he’s up to. Still, he never expected you to be this unwelcoming.

Jing Yuan had taken Dan Heng’s lack of response as a decline to his invitation to work together. Fine. Jing Yuan isn’t the type to beg, and he isn’t going to start now. Men or Women. People come to him for favours. You and Dan Heng will be no different. You, however, are under the suspicion of starting The Withering, and until Jing Yuan figures out the truth, he is not going to let you go.

Somewhere in the aquarium, Dan Heng is still holding your hand but you haven’t the slightest idea of where he’s taking you. He hasn’t spoken a word nor has he looked back. Is something wrong? Did Jing Yuan get under his skin? Because he sure as hell—

“Do you know him?” Dan Heng has stopped but he still hasn’t turned around.

“Jing Yuan? I—”

“Personally. Do you know him… personally?”

The question takes you off guard. But before you can say anything, Dan Heng turns around, half of his face hidden in shadow due to the lighting.

“He’s a person from my past,” you say, sounding a little defeated. “I had a dream about him yesterday night… I was once engaged to him.” For once, Dan Heng’s surprise is clear. He’s stunned at the revelation, and you don’t blame him. “But we never got married. At least, I don’t think we did.” After telling him about your dream, your voice drops. “I don’t know what happened after that night with Young.” Then, you look down. “Young was executed, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Jing Yuan was behind it.”

Dan Heng puts his hand around your head and pulls you close. You take comfort in hearing his heartbeat as you hug him. Dan Heng can’t tell if Jing Yuan remembers you or not. He narrows his eyes as he recalls the way Jing Yuan flirted with you. Does that mean he remembers you? Or does it have nothing to do with the past and everything to do with the present? Everyone is starting on a clean slate. Putting his jealousy aside, Dan Heng takes a small breath to think more rationally.

Does Jing Yuan know you have something to do with The Withering? But, that's not possible. Unless someone told him about you.

As if reading his mind, you say, “Luocha, Caelus’s new doctor… he was my brother. And I think he was working with Jing Yuan.” Dan Heng slowly lets you go; when he looks down at you, he can see the gears turning in your head. “I don’t have proof, but…”

“He was your brother,” Dan Heng says. “He should’ve been on your side.”

You sigh. “My thoughts exactly. Maybe Jing Yuan promised him something or gave him something in return."

“Regardless, we should be careful of both of them.” You nod. “And…” Dan Heng exhales sharply and says coldly, “We’re not working with Jing Yuan.”

You have no complaints. But, thinking rationally, while Jing Yuan is a douchebag, everyone is still after the same goal. Who started The Withering? Why? And… how do we get rid of it? You’re sure Dan Heng knows this, too.

Dan Heng looks towards the tank. His hand finds yours and gives it a tight squeeze. “Did you ever have feelings for him?” He isn't looking at you when he asks the question. But as if feeling your stare at him, he slowly meets your eyes.

“I thought I did,” you answer honestly. “I vaguely remember moments when he would keep me company. But he probably had ulterior motives even back then.”

So, you were fond of Jing Yuan once upon a time. It just happened he turned out to be a conniving bastard. Still, it makes Dan Heng wonder… if Jing Yuan wasn’t, would you have realized your feelings for Young?

At Dan Heng’s silence, you gently poke his cheek. “Hey, what are you thinking about?” Then, after a small chuckle. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

“I am.”

Your eyes slightly widen, clearly not expecting the confession. Dan Heng wonders if Jing Yuan loved you but ruined it for himself. He knows it’s pointless and ridiculous to make assumptions now as you obviously have more important things to worry about. But in this time period, it’s a chance to start over.

Dan Heng puts a hand on your cheek and slightly leans in. Your face turns a slight pink which almost makes him smile.

“No matter where we are,” he says softly, “I won’t let him have you.”

His lips are inches from yours, and you see nothing but warmth when you look into his eyes. You blink once, and Dan Heng’s soft lips are on yours. Then, your lips part, allowing his tongue to meet yours in a dance that sends a wildfire of raging flames throughout your body. Dan Heng’s hand grazes the delicate line of your jaw, strands of your hair whispering against his fingers as he kisses you with an unparalleled urgency.

You taste like everything he thought you would... and more. Like berries bathed in the sun on a warm summer day. Dan Heng has never wanted anyone like this. Ever. The more he kisses you, the bigger his craving and the less he wants to stop.

If he is the moon, you are his sun, the one he longs to see, to touch, and to love.

You pull him closer as the world around you melts away. It’s your first time kissing Dan Heng, yet he knows exactly where and how to draw those quiet, breaths from your sweet lips that leave you fighting for more. He already has you mapped out; his fingers tease your curves as your skin burns with a desire that you want him to satisfy.

You’re rudely drawn back to reality when the kiss stops, leaving you at a literal loss for words. Your hearts are beating wildly as you look at each other, the fire evident in your eyes. You see his eyes land on your lips again, and you two lean in for another kiss. His hot mouth is on yours again, his tongue teasing your bottom lip before pulling away.

“Never thought you’d be such a tease,” you say breathlessly.

His lips curve into a small, sexy smirk.

You have to stop yourself from grabbing him in for another kiss as you hear rushed footsteps and children laughing and screaming. Dan Heng steps away from you, and you turn to see a large sea turtle swim by just as a few families enter the room.

You take his hand, having made up your mind. That kiss has answered all of your questions. You don’t want this man. You need him. And you’d be damned if you were to let him go. A god and a human? It’s never happened, not that you’re aware. But there’s a first for everything. You’ve played the role of fate for many people, bringing them together to find their happiness. But now it’s your turn. It’s time to find your happiness.

Dan Heng turns to you as he holds your hand. He can see the answer in your eyes but also something else: the beginning of so much more.

◆◆◆

Pom never thought he’d be hunched over at a desk reading about history. But here he is. Sitting in a public library with piles of books beside him. For the past couple of hours, he’s been trying to find out anything about the locket, magic, and… shapeshifters.

Pom was not supposed to exist. He was but a character in fairytales people told their children before bed. A mysterious shapeshifter who was a guardian of the woods. No one knew where the story came from as it was a tale passed from generation to generation. But most importantly, no one knew someone like Pom actually existed.

Occasionally, he ventured to the North, South, and even the Middle Kingdom in different forms. He was amused by the rivalry between humans and those that called themselves the human dragons, wondering who would get the last laugh. He wasn’t prepared to get tangled in their affairs.

Pom was sitting in his small cabin situated deep in the woods. It was where the fog was thick and surrounded by wetlands that would be impossible to traverse unless one had magic. Suddenly, he sensed a presence, and he immediately shut the book he was reading and stood. With a snap of his fingers, he teleported outside and to his alarm, he saw the silhouette of a figure in the fog walking effortlessly on the surface of the wetland. That was impossible; this person knew magic. Advanced magic.

When the figure finally came into view, Pom crossed his arms.

“The heir to the Middle Kingdom… What brings you here?”

Pom closes another book. While there’s a bunch of information about magic and shapeshifters in general, there’s nothing to tie them to the past or to Pom. But there must be a reason why he dreamt of being a shapeshifter and meeting Young.

There's a connection. Pom can feel it in his veins.

He's finally getting answers to his past, and his hunch has always been right. If Pom met Young, it's likely he also met you. How? When? In what form? For the first time in a long time, Pom feels like he's finally getting somewhere. And he'll see it to the end.

When he looks up, he’s surprised to see a familiar face. Luocha is walking towards him, eyes on an open book in his hands. Pom is about to get his attention, but before Luocha walks past the table, as if sensing someone’s looking at him, he turns and makes eye contact with Pom.

“Hiya.” Pom looks at the empty seat in front of him.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here, Pom.” Luocha closes his book and sits across from him. He notices the many books about magic mythological creatures. “Are you interested in magic? If you are, we have something in common.”

“Really? I… never expected you to be curious about these types of things.”

Luocha scans the page. “Do you believe in magic?”

With the existence of gods and Pom's discovery that he used to be a shapeshifter, it would be almost criminal if magic didn't exist.

“Because I do.”

“You do?” Pom asks, surprised. "I wasn't expecting that."

“There’s a locket that I’m looking for.” Luocha closes the book and looks Pom in the eyes. “It looks exactly like the one your friend was wearing that day at the hospital.”

“Cupid's locket?” Pom takes it out of his breast pocket.

Luocha’s eyes slightly widen. “Yes. That’s the one. Mind if I see it?” Pom moves to give it to him, but Luocha catches his slight hesitation to which he asks, “Is something wrong?“

“Ah… well… It’s not exactly mine.”

Luocha chuckles. “I won’t run away with it.”

“Right. Of course not!”

After the locket is in his hand, Luocha carefully examines it.

“It can’t be opened,” Pom says. “At least, we haven’t figured out how.”

Still looking at the locket, Luocha asks, “Have you tried destroying it?”

“That’s… going a bit overboard.”

Luocha looks at Pom. “The locket I’m looking for can’t be destroyed.” Pom raises a brow. “That’s how I know it’s not an object of this world. It's why I believe in magic."

“How did you lose it?”

“It belonged to my great-grandfather. He was the one who found it and it was passed through my family for generations.”

“Um… how did he find it?”

“He was an archaeologist and found it on a dig.”

Pom looks at the pendant. “Maybe this one just happens to look like the one your great-grandfather had.”

“Perhaps… but the one he owned couldn’t be opened either.”

Pom immediately looks at him. “Really?”

“So, I’m curious how your friend… Cupid, was it? How she got ahold of it.”

Should Pom tell the truth? It's crazy enough that someone as rational and scientific like Luocha believes in something like magic. Perhaps telling him will get you and Pom a step closer to opening it. Before Pom can say anything, a gust of wind blows one of the books open. After the wind calms down, Pom is about to close the book when he sees the page the book flipped to.

Fire. Destruction. Black magic.

The words stood out to him as if they are bolded. While Pom wants to believe it's just a coincidence, his gut is telling him a different story. It's as if it's a warning.

"It was a gift," Pom finally says.

Pom almost starts sweating at the way Luocha is looking at him. It's as if he's examining him under a microscope. Then, Luocha goes back to examining the locket.

“Would you mind doing an experiment with me?”

“An… experiment?”

Luocha smiles. “As I said, the locket I’m looking for can’t be opened or destroyed. Should we test to see if it's really the same locket?”

Something tells Pom that Luocha already knows the answer.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to try to destroy it.”

“Of course not. But that doesn’t mean we can’t try to force it open.”

Again, Pom doesn’t know what it is, but he doesn’t have a good feeling about this. How is going to politely decline without sounding too suspicious? As he racks his brain for excuses, his phone buzzes, startling him. He quickly looks at the message on the screen and picks it up when he sees your name.

Cupid: Forgot to mention it earlier today… but we can’t trust Luocha.

Wow. Great timing.

“Is something wrong?”

Pom quickly looks up and sees Luocha staring at him. "No! Everything's fine."

Another message comes in.

Cupid: He might be working with Jing Yuan. I'll tell you more when I get back.

Pom's breath gets caught in his throat, knowing he doesn't have the time. Looks like it's time to bring out the big guns.

You and Dan Heng have just left the aquarium when you see Pom's message: SOS

Chapter 14

End notes: Will this turn into a possible love triangle...? HMMM...

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