#do you text your coworker first to calm your nerves before opening up your late brother's last message to you

[uncriticalbunny]

sydney and carmy have such a deranged dynamic so it's very funny when people try to put them in a "professional coworkers" box like bffr nothing about their relationship is professional

[seijorhi]

Inexorable ♕

My birthday present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy​ and my contribution to her birthday bash collab you can find here. I love you, you’re incredible and I hope you like this i even wrote smut for you smh

Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader

tw: dub-con, stalking, unhealthy relationships, very questionable decision making, smut, nsfw, um... implied murder?

He’s sitting on the steps outside your apartment when you get home from work, a lit cigarette dangling between long fingers. He brings it to his lips, the bright cherry red tip glowing as he takes a nice, slow drag and you scurry on past.

Not a word passes between the two of you, but olive eyes follow you up the stairs regardless, just like always. His name is Iwaizumi – Iwa – but you only know that because you’ve heard his friends yelling it down the hallway. In the three months since you’ve moved in, you haven’t so much as introduced yourself to the guy, but like most strangers crammed into the same shitty place there’s some kind of a routine between the two of you.

Why he religiously chooses this time of night to take his smoke break is beyond you, but like clockwork you’ll arrive home, having walked back from the bus stop and Iwaizumi’ll be there waiting for you, cigarette in hand.

Well, not waiting, just… there. Black leather jacket with a hoodie underneath, there’s a cut above his eyebrow tonight that he hasn’t bothered to clean, a purpling bruise colouring his jaw. Whatever dealings Iwaizumi’s tangled up in, you don’t like to think about too much, but you know it can’t be anything good. His friends dress like him, all have the same ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe. You’ve seen their scrapes and bruises too – the weapons that stick out from the waistband of their pants – though you’re always quick to avert your eyes when they catch you staring.

You’ve heard them snickering about it when you hastily dart past, all but slamming your front door shut. 

And it’s not that you’re scared of him. There are people who play at being dangerous, and ones who are. Iwaizumi doesn’t strike you as somebody who enjoys playing, and while you don’t doubt for a second that he is dangerous, he isn’t to you. He wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt or scare you – you’re not even a blip on his radar – but what Iwaizumi is, at least as far as you’re concerned, the reason your step quickens and you can’t bear to meet his eyes, is intimidating.

Tall and broad shouldered, with those piercing green eyes. You’ve only seen him smile once, though it was more a quirking of his lips than anything else – usually he just stares, his expression halfway between impassive boredom and a scowl. 

No, Iwaizumi doesn’t scare you nearly as much as the bouquet of flowers you find sitting on your doorstep, a handwritten note tucked in between the roses.

—

The calls come next. You block one number and he rings from another, followed by endless texts. Cute little messages you suppose are meant to brighten up your day. 

Hi baby, love the skirt you’re wearing today. You know blue’s my favourite on you, always look so damn pretty. It’s like you’re trying to drive me crazy haha

Morning babe, I was thinking about you last night. You remember that trip we always said we were gonna take in the summer down to the lake? I can’t wait to bring you there.

Why won’t you answer my calls? I just wanna talk to you, hear your voice again. Let me make things right. I love you.

Don’t you miss me? I miss you. So, so much… You look beautiful today, by the way.

Baby, I love you, but you really shouldn’t be staying out so late with your coworkers for drinks. I just want you to be safe.

They’re not all soft and sweet though. Sometimes he just sends you pictures, and those creep you out most of all.

You change your number, and it doesn’t make a difference.

—

It’s hard for you to try and convince yourself that you’re imagining the prickling sensation on the back of your neck as you go about your day. You know he’s watching you – the messages and the voicemails just drive that home, but what else are you supposed to do?

You can’t just pack up and run again, and what good is a restraining order when you have no proof he’s violating it – and by the time you do, it probably won’t help you.

Kazuma’s always had patience, but only up to a point.

The final nail comes the day you arrive home to find one of Iwa’s friends heading out from his apartment – the tallest, with the curly dark hair. Barely spares you a glance until he seems to think better of it.

“Didn’t realise you had a boyfriend, sweetheart.”

He says it so casually, but the words make you falter, a sinking feeling in your stomach. “What do you mean?”

And for a moment, he looks half surprised that you’ve bothered to reply – so far you’ve done nothing but pretend to ignore him and Iwa and every last one of their friends. But the mirth slips from his expression quickly enough once he gets a good look at yours, “Blonde guy with a shitty dye job, tall-ish. Saw him leaving your apartment an hour ago.” 

But to walk out of your apartment, he had to have first gotten into it.

“Guessing he wasn’t your boyfriend then,” he says, eyeing you with an odd look. But you don’t respond and after a short pause, he simply shrugs and continues on his way. 

You couldn’t care less.

Kazuma was in your apartment.

Leaving flowers at your doorstep is one thing, but now he has a key. 

And it feels like there’s somebody else moving your body as you stumble towards your apartment, your hand shaking so badly that you fumble and drop your own keys twice before you finally manage to slide them home and push your way inside.

It’s waiting for you inside your bedroom, sitting atop your pillow; a pretty blue box wrapped with white ribbon.

Your phone flashes to life a minute later; an incoming message from an unknown number. 

Did you like your present, baby?? I hope you don’t mind, I kinda borrowed a little something too… 

With your heart in your throat you watch those three bouncing dots as the image comes through. 

A pair of red lace panties – yours – scrunched up in his fist, wrapped around his–

Your stomach heaves, and you barely make it to the bathroom in time before you’re hurling your guts up.

—

You’ve always had an impulsive side, and more often than not it’s landed you into trouble.

So you force yourself to calm down and think before you do anything rash. You head to the police station the very next morning to file a report, fresh off a sleepless night. The officer seems sympathetic, but you know before she even opens her mouth that there’s nothing they can do.

There’s no proof of a crime committed; nothing was taken (nothing you can prove, at any rate) and because your door wasn’t tampered with and the windows weren’t smashed, there’s no evidence of a break in. She suggests changing your locks and going to stay with some friends or family for a few days and you don’t know whether you want to laugh or burst into tears.

And instead of going back to work, you call in sick.

Iwaizumi isn’t sitting on the front steps when you get back home, and why would he be? You’re not supposed to be home for another few hours – so instead you head to his apartment door and mustering every last ounce of courage you possess, you raise your fist and knock.

Silence greets you. 

You wait for a moment, a heartbeat, not daring to breathe, but there’s no answer. Which, really, shouldn’t be that surprising considering it’s mid-morning on a Tuesday, but you can’t help the crushing sense of disappointment that washes over you. The thought of trudging back to your apartment to sit and stew alone for the next few hours while you wait for him to come back makes your skin crawl. You can’t just sit still and twiddle your thumbs, not when–

Abruptly, the door in front of you swings open, and you find yourself face to face with a glaring Iwaizumi. His expression falters, momentary surprise flickering across his eyes at the sight of you standing in his doorway.

This time you don’t avert your eyes. Your heart’s pounding, your hands clammy and trembling by your side, but this is the only choice you have left. And so as a single eyebrow cocks and Iwa falls into a lean against the doorframe – the only invitation you’re gonna get – you steel your nerves, take a deep breath, and speak.

“I-I need a gun.”

To his credit, Iwaizumi doesn’t snort. “You planning on shooting somebody, princess?”

They’re the first words he’s ever spoken to you, and they make your cheeks burn, your stomach twisting into a knot. It’s not a dismissal, but there’s a tinge of amusement colouring his tone and you can’t help but wilt a little under the weight of his gaze. 

Better sense would tell you to turn around, walk back to your apartment and curse your own idiocy for entertaining this stupid idea to begin with But Iwaizumi’s staring at you like he’s expecting an answer and all you can think about is the fear that gripped your heart last night, how you couldn’t bear to turn the light off, half terrified that at any moment Kazuma would come back – and this time he wouldn’t be satisfied with just some panties.

You can’t live like this, and you can’t just pack up your life and wait for the same thing to happen in the next place, and the one after that. Kazuma won’t stop, you know that. 

“I…” you chew on your bottom lip, dropping your gaze so that you’re staring at his chest instead of those piercing green eyes. “I don’t, I-I’m not–”

“A killer?” he interjects, and you almost flinch at his bluntness“Yeah, no shit.”

Taking another breath in through your nose, you force yourself to meet his gaze, even as your nails bite into the palm of your hand and your heart skips a beat. “I just want…” but you can’t even bear to say the words aloud, not without your voice shaking like a leaf. “It’s for protection. I don’t know who else to go to. Please,” you beg.

Iwa exhales heavily, a crinkle appearing between his brows as he frowns, “This got anything to do with the blonde asshole that’s been sniffing ‘round your place?”

Your bewilderment must show, because he snorts, finally stepping back to let you inside. “Mattsun told me,” he says, answering your unspoken question. 

The unmistakably hard edge to his words takes you a little by surprise, but you nod anyway, gingerly taking a seat on the couch when he jerks his chin at it. “Oh, uh, yeah. He’s my ex, kinda. We… didn’t end well.”

It’s the understatement of the century, but you somehow doubt a man like Iwaizumi gives two shits about your past relationship with a stalker. Your fingers play with the hem of your skirt as the imposing man settles down beside you. “So does this mean you’ll get me a gun?” you ask. “I can pay you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I have some money–”

Iwa scoffs, cutting you off. “If you think I’m letting you anywhere near a loaded gun, pretty girl, you’re dumber than I gave you credit for.”

You reel back as if he’s slapped you. But Iwaizumi’s staring at you with that steely expression and blood rushes to your cheeks. Why are you surprised? Did you actually think he was going to help you – a veritable stranger – just because you have some sob story? Why even bother letting you in if he was just gonna make you feel like an idiot? And for a moment you forget the gnawing terror that’s kept you up all night, letting yourself become awash with indignation. You have no control over the hurt noise that leaves your throat, but the ‘Fuck you’ that follows; that one’s intentional.

You don’t have time to regret the insult as you jump to your feet; his hand shoots out to wrap around your wrist, jerking you to a halt the moment you try it. 

“I didn’t say you could go,” he tells you, and you can’t fight the shiver that rolls down your spine at the unmistakably commanding tone. “Sit.”

Wordlessly, you comply.

“Look at me.”

Again, there’s that harsh undercurrent in his voice that tells you he’s not asking, and you lift your gaze with a tense swallow. Iwa still hasn’t released your wrist, the warmth of his calloused palm searing against your skin. 

He doesn’t speak for a moment, olive eyes studying your face intently as you force yourself to sit still under the appraisal. “I said that I wasn’t going to give you a gun, not that I wasn’t going to help.”

Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, “What–”

“I’ll take care of it,” he snaps, cutting you off once again. And as you inhale sharply, you realise that it’s not anger you see burning in those pretty eyes, but sheer, unrelenting fury, an icy rage that you don’t understand, that terrifies you as much as it enthrals.

Because you feel like it’s on purpose. Like he’s finally letting you get a glimpse of what silently seethes beneath that impassive mask of his. Are you scared now, sweetheart?

“H-how much?” you ask breathlessly, eyes wide and heart pounding. 

“I don’t want your money,” he says quietly, his voice low and husky. And just in case there was any confusion as to what he does want, his other hand comes up to your face, a broad thumb tracing along your bottom lip as he cups your cheek.

Iwaizumi leans in slowly, as if he’s giving you time to shove him away and tell him that you’re not that kind of girl. Part of you – the part that’s terrified, frozen stiff and regretting the very moment you decided to step into his apartment and cross that line – wants to. Even now, as those hooded olive eyes drink you in, his warm breath ghosting across your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake, you’re afraid that it’s too late for that. You’ve opened a door that should never have been opened and there’s been a fundamental shift between you and him. There’s no going back for either one of you.

And the other part of you revels in it.

“Don’t kill him,” you murmur the second before his lips meet yours. “Not unless you have to.” You don’t even know if he heard you, and as Iwa deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours you find that you don’t care. You lose yourself to Iwaizumi as he leans closer, gently pushing you to lie back on the couch.

He isn’t satisfied with just your lips for long, planting hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, sucking on the sensitive flesh. His teeth nip at your collarbone as he busies himself unbuttoning your shirt, but your gasp sounds more like a needy whine than a plea for him to stop. 

He laughs a little at that, his chest rumbling against your stomach, but he makes no moves to slow down. Instead he turns his attention to your bra, his hands far less gentle with the delicate lace than he was with your shirt, and then his mouth is on your tits, licking, sucking, biting. Tomorrow, your skin will be littered with pretty red and purple marks, and judging from the single minded focus glinting in his eyes as he stares up at you, that’s exactly his intention. Iwa drags the flat of his tongue along the swell of your breast, circling it around your nipple before he sucks it into the wet warmth of his mouth, and the whimpering moan you give him in response is a thing of beauty. 

“Good girl,” he croons. “Such pretty, perfect tits.”

Your back arches when he cups the other in his hand, and you cry out when he roughly tugs the sensitive bud. He waits until the sting fades and you relax, sagging back against the cushions with relief before he does it again, harder this time. The sharp, searing pain ripples through you, your breath seizing in your chest as you try in vain to writhe away from his touch, but it’s followed by a flood of pleasure so strong it almost makes you dizzy. The fleeting kiss Iwa bestows on the supple flesh a moment later could almost be taken as an apology – if not from the satisfied smirk curling at his lips. He has no desire to be gentle with you, not today or any other day. That’s not who he is. 

Large hands ease down your side, reaching for the hem of your skirt. Iwa doesn’t bother trying to pull it off of you, merely flips it up, exposing your soft thighs and the delicate panties lying underneath. 

In an attempt to be helpful, you lift your hips to allow him to drag the lacy scrap of fabric down your legs and discard it, but Iwaizumi seems perfectly content with leaving them where they are. Even so, it takes you by surprise when his mouth descends on your cunt, the wet, pink muscle laving along the seat of your panties. You shiver in response, one hand instinctively reaching out to tangle in those spiky brunette locks, but if you’re about to tell him to stop teasing, the words are robbed from you when Iwa pushes the fabric aside and buries his face in the heat of your pussy.

His nose nudges at your clit and you jerk at the first lap at your folds, already shamefully wet for him. There’s no rhythm or rhyme to the way he eats you out, letting a long, thick finger slide into your cunt while he suckles and licks at your clit, but you can’t deny that it’s working. Your thighs tremble and quake beneath his hands, every second of his attention dragging you closer to unravelling entirely. And you’re awash with pleas, little whimpers and moans as he chuckles, the low vibrations making your fingers tighten in his hair as another burst of pleasure flutters through you. Your hips rise and fall against his face, desperate for more when he finally slides his tongue inside of your heat, eager to taste your cunt properly. You want more, you’re desperate and aching for it; but Iwaizumi’s grip tighten bruisingly against your thigh in warning. 

You’re at his mercy, and he’s in absolutely no hurry.

The first time you cum, it takes you by surprise. It feels like an endless build-up, Iwa’s tongue lapping at your pussy like it’s heaven sent, his mouth working diligently to drive you insane. Every touch feels unbearably good, from the long, slow strokes to the way he drags the tip of his tongue along your clit. Your toes are curling, your tits heaving with the desperate breaths you choke down, and all of a sudden his mouth latches onto your clitoris and he sucks hard at the swollen nub. You almost black out right there and then, stars bursting behind closed lids as pleasure wreaks havoc over your body. But as good as that feels, it’s not until you open your eyes and catch sight of the hunger blazing in Iwaizumi’s eyes that you tip over the edge, cumming into his waiting mouth with an earth shattering moan. 

At some point he must have let you go to rid himself of his own clothes, and your panties, but you’re boneless, basking in the afterglow as he shifts you once more, lifting one of your thighs up to hook your leg over his shoulder as he settles back onto the couch.

You just watch through hazy eyes as Iwaizumi gives his thick cock, already hard and flushed an angry red, a few cursory pumps. And his eyes are fixed on yours as he leans down, guiding the tip to your sopping cunt. 

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this, princess,” he grunts out. 

Warning bells sound in your head once more, your gut clenching uneasily, but any protests you might have voiced fall by the wayside as he slowly presses into you. It’s the girth, more than anything else, that takes you by surprise. It hurts, stretching out your poor, oversensitive cunt as his cock fills you up, inch by agonising inch. 

Iwa hisses from between clenched teeth and your eyes squeeze shut, trying to breathe through the pain. It won’t last long, you know that, and until it does you just have to grin and bear it.

You can feel it twitching inside of you, every ridge and vein, the way your slick walls hug his cock. His thumb strokes along your hip, soothing you as your face screws up and another whimper slips out. You think you hear him say something, praise maybe, or encouragement, but all you can focus on is the way his cock throbs inside your pussy when he finally bottoms out and stills.

And for a moment, he doesn’t move. A small kindness, letting you become adjusted to his size before he fucks you the way he’s dying to. 

“Look at me,” he says, and while his tone isn’t as sharp this time, it’s no less of an order.

Your eyes flutter open as Iwaizumi turns his head just a fraction without breaking eye contact, pressing a soft kiss against your calf. His eyes are glazed with feverish lust, pupils blown wide, almost swallowing up that thin ring of olive green entirely, and you wonder whether you should feel afraid right now.

You don’t have the words to describe it, the distant unease that seeps through you as you stare into the eyes of a man who’s clearly not in control anymore. If you screamed right now, tried to fight back or stop him, would it make a difference? 

Do you actually want to?

“You’re mine,” he growls out, drawing his hips back and slamming them forward ruthlessly as you choke on a scream. 

He’s relentless, hissing out curses as he fucks you like a rag doll, filling your wet, tight little cunt again and again and again. It’s all you can do to fist at the edge of the cushion, one hand wrapping around his back, your nails raking down his skin, drawing blood in their wake.

And Iwa doesn’t care, tossing his head back as he pounds his cock into your needy cunt, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “Iwa,” you plead between gasping breaths, clinging to his broad frame. You don’t even know what you’re begging for, not as he grabs you by the hips and lifts you up, hauling you closer so he can fuck you deeper. And you can feel his cockhead rutting against your cervix with every vicious thrust, the painful stretch of your cunt as you’re forced to take his fat cock. It hurts, it does, but holy fuck you can’t focus on that when his fingers slip between your legs and he starts to rub at your puffy, oversensitive clit.

You’re whining, mewling, hips shifting as you rock against him, desperate for more friction. “Please, Iwa,” you moan.

The sound of it, the lewd slaps of skin against skin, the wet squelching as he drives his cock home again with an unforgiving pace would be enough to make you burn with embarrassment, but you don’t care because you’re quickly losing yourself to mindless pleasure. Every stroke fills you completely, it’s hot and thick and the drag of his cock against your plush walls, the way it kisses that sweet perfect spot with every thrust is driving you to insanity.

“Fuck!” you cry, clenching tightly around his length as you hurtle over the edge for a second time. You’re gushing, convulsing, back arched up off the couch, lips parted and–

Iwaizumi stops with a growl and you barely have time to process it before he’s flipping you onto your front, yanking your ass up into the air and hammering his cock back into your swollen, abused little pussy. It’s a bruising pace he sets as he chases after his own end, your name falling from his lips in harsh, breathless grunts. 

It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to become sloppy, your cunt sucking him in and pulsing around his cock. And you don’t have the mental capacity to beg him to pull out, not as his muscular chest collapses against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist and he pumps you full of his seed.

Neither one of you move straight away, both fighting to catch your breath and calm down in the afterglow of your orgasms. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses soft, sweet kisses to the back of your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he can reach. It’s an intimacy that doesn’t belong here, but you find yourself arching into it, a small, tired smile curling at your lips as Iwaizumi lavishes you with affection. 

And you can only whine softly when he finally pulls his cock out and stands, lifting your boneless form up into his arms, chuckling quietly when you bury your head into his chest. Your head’s empty, your thoughts a jumbled mess as he carries you into his bedroom, depositing you carefully onto the bed. 

Iwaizumi leaves you there like that, and when he returns a few minutes later he’s dressed again. He doesn’t smile, but there’s something oddly content about his expression as he stops by the doorway and takes in the sight of you; naked and thoroughly fucked out, curled up amongst his covers. 

“Iwa?” you ask sleepily, stretching your aching body to make yourself more comfortable as you nestle further into the soft mattress.

He doesn’t answer you as he strides in, but you watch through half lidded eyes as his expression hardens. Stopping by the bedside, Iwaizumi reaches for you. You think he’s going to cup your cheek again, maybe run his fingers through your hair, but instead his hand slides between your thighs, gathering up some of the cum that’s seeped from your pussy with his fingers and slowly pushing it back inside of you, humming when you whine and shift under him.

“I’m leaving for a bit,” he tells you, your gut clenching as you remember why you’re in this position in the first place. “You don’t leave this apartment until I get back. You don’t answer the door, you don’t tell anyone you’re here, you don’t leave this bed unless you have a goddamn good reason. Understand?”

Weakly, you nod.

“Such a good girl for me,” he breathes, and this time when he leans over he does kiss you, sweeping your hair back from your face before his warm lips meet your cheek. He lingers there for a beat longer than necessary before pulling away with a sigh.

And as the door swings shut, the sound of the lock clicking into place behind him, you begin to question whether you’ve made a mistake. You don’t doubt for a second that Iwa will follow through with his promise. Whether it’s tonight or tomorrow or a week from now, he’ll find Kazuma; him and his friends, and they’ll make sure he stays away. And until they do, you won’t leave this apartment.

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach that despite your pleas, Iwaizumi’ll kill him. 

Not because that’s the only way for this to end, though you realise that that’s always been a possibility, but because of what you glimpsed in his eyes today. Stupidly, you’d thought you had Iwa pegged. But there’s something that lurks beneath that facade, something more dangerous than you could’ve possibly imagined and the moment you opened the door to Iwaizumi it sunk its teeth into you and now you’re not sure if it’ll ever let you go.

And as you lie back in Iwaizumi’s bed, covered in the marks he left behind you wonder whether you’ve merely traded one monster for another. Perhaps it was inevitable. Inexorable.

[spinster-sisters]

Criminal. khj

TW: Violence kinda, weapons kinda, illegal stuff obviously, exhibitionism, marking, posesiveness, gang? au? possibly, I honestly dont know what this is.

WC: 6k

I normally dont do summaries but I got a funny one:

You and your boyfriend escape a bank robbery.

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The toe of your shoe clicks against the marble floor as you tap your foot. Across the room, high up on the wall there is an analog clock ticking down the seconds. It’s getting late, and the bank teller couldn’t be going any slower. Only two people ahead of you now.

You check your phone for the fifth time in the past 10 minutes, no update. Must not be running as late as you thought. You shift your weight to your other foot only to start taping once again. Ok sure, you weren’t late, it doesn’t mean you like how long this damn lady is taking.

The line moves up as the teller begins helping the next person. You attempt to swallow your impatience as best you can, pulling out your phone again to quickly slide between apps, but the longer you stand there the louder the ticking of the clock seems to echo around the room.

Looking away from your device, you take another look around the room. Nothing has changed since you came in. In between the doors and the lines, there was a seating area filled with two uncomfortable-looking couches facing each other and a coffee table between them. There were still 3 tellers sitting at their desks, 10 customers in line counting you. Two in the first line, three in the second, yourself, and two others in the last. About as busy as you would expect at this time of day. But the waiting still sucked.

Finally, you hear the teller ask “is there anything else I can help you with?” And you know that soon it will be your turn at the window. Pulling out your phone again you shoot a quick text.

[ it’s my turn next, hopefully, I’ll be out of here soon ]

1:24pm

Just as the woman in front of you steps away a notification dings on your phone.

[ See you soon ;) ]

1:25pm

You sighed at your boyfriend's message, thinking the winky face was a bit on the nose for your taste. But Hongjoong liked to tease.

Dropping your phone back into your pocket, you look up just as the teller motions you forward. The click of your shoe against the tile seems almost deafening in the quiet room as you step forward, trying to mask the small smile Hongjoong’s message had given you.

“what can I help you with today?” The lady at the counter-question with subdued chirpiness. Clearly, she has had a long day, already ready for it to be over. The thought made you wince.

“Hi, there seems to be a problem with the direct deposit on my account. My last paycheck didn’t go in.” You start, placing both hands on the counter.

The teller nods, with mock understanding, clearly just an impulse for years of customer service. Somewhere outside several car doors slam, but no one inside seems to notice the sound.

“Could I have the number of the account?” The teller asks, placing both hands on the keyboard and frowning at the screen, prepared to type whatever comes out of your mouth. You don’t have time to say it.

All the lights on the monitor suddenly shut off. The woman helping you looks taken aback for a second, looking over to her coworkers only to see them doing the same. The hairs on the back of your neck shoot up as nerves build in your stomach.

The next thing happens so quickly you barely register it. The glass door slides open and a metal canister flies into the room. Acting on instinct your hands fly to your ears, your eyes screwed shut, and you drop to your knees. Even with your ears covered it does little to silence the ear-splitting bang that rips through the room. It sends the rest of the room's inhabitants to the floor seconds after you, either from shock or from the disorienting mix of light and sound that came from the small device.

Flashbang.

Your heart jumps up to your throat. You open your eyes but did not let your hands drop just yet. The ring was still sounding in the room, but the blinding light had gone. Just as the last of the ringing fizzled out the doors slid open again.

A group of masked figures took confident strides into the room. Your eyes searched the street behind them, looking for anyone who might notice what’s going on. There was no one. Your stomach dropped again. The others in the room finally seemed to be regaining their hearing and sight, only to shriek when the men came into view. Swallowing your nerves you do a headcount of the patrons. Three tellers, ten customers including yourself. All adults, no children. That was good, children would cause problems.

After assessing the situation and taking a few deep breaths, you look over to the group of men who were starting to spread out around the room. The more you looked at them the more frightening they appeared. Each of the men were were dressed head to toe in black with a mask covering the bottom half of their faces, but even as you sized them up you avoided looking at their eyes, drawing attention to yourself now would be stupid.

Every one of them carried a gun. But as they fanned out across the room only one had it pointed. The same one that spoke.

“Anyone not on the ground better get that way. We don’t have all day.” The voice that spoke was calm but had a clear edge. The tones meaning ran clear in your ears as much as everyone else’s, calm does not mean forgiving. You kept your head down, trying your best to sink into the shadows trying to avoid drawing attention to yourself, that’s what people always said to do right?

You heard a few thuds as the few people in the room who remained standing dropped to the floor. None of the other patrons or staff said a word. Thank god, fighting would make this much more difficult.

“Great, now I want everyone’s hands on the ground in front of them. Try to call anyone and one of us will put a new hole in your head, so why don’t we make this easy and nobody make a sound.” The voice continued in that same tone. Your eyes shot up to make sure everyone was following orders as you placed your own hands on the cold tile next to your bare knees, they were already getting stiff and you hoped this would be over quickly.

A few of the men began walking through the people on the floor, hands on their guns but not drawn, checking just as you did that everyone was behaving. As one of the taller ones drifted toward your spot you stared at the same tile a few feet ahead of you, matching the other patrons around you.

You heard the heavy thuds of footsteps as they paused in front of you, just for a moment. You felt the gaze burn into the top of your skull as you stared forward, holding your breath.

“You don’t look nearly scared enough.” The new voice spoke, completely nonchalant. The next moment, a heavy leather boot pressed down onto your hand, crushing it against the tile. You winced and let out a small cry as pain shot up your arm. It stung as he dug his foot harder onto your hand. Both hands started to shake as the pain built, the knot that had formed in your chest from the moment the flash-bang fell through the air tightened till your breath became choked and shaky. Suddenly the pressure was gone.

“Much better,” the voice all but giggled before moving on.

You took a heaving breath as soon as the boots left your field of vision. You felt sweat start to form on your brow bone. You looked up again. A few terrified faces of other patrons looked at you with fear, clearly expecting that the man was going to blow your head off.

The man who spoke first stepped forward and motioned to the middle teller who was watching petrified from behind his desk, head barely peeking over the edge.

“You,” he started again, taking long strides across the room, walking within a few feet from you on your right side to the opening that led behind the counter, “Why don’t you show me to the safe?” He asked, voice still disconcertingly cordial. The teller gapped for a moment, and the man tilted his head expectantly. The teller stumbled to his feet, eyes not moving from the shiny gun trained on him. He did little more than gesture vaguely for the man to follow him before they both disappeared behind the doors that lead to the back of the bank, 2 of the other men followed behind him.

The room was stiff with tension. For the patrons at least. All of you seemed to be holding your breath, but the men could not seem calmer. Their postures were relaxed, many of them had their arms crossed over their chest or were leaning against furniture. None of them even had their weapons drawn, but they were still visible. Enough to keep everyone shaking with fear with their heads down. It was bizarre but effective for the time being.

Your head was absolutely swimming. Trying to keep notice of the positions of everyone in the room, taking shooting glances around for a few seconds at a time, checking the faces of your fellow hostages. Everyone knows in situations like this it’s best to just comply, you sure fucking hoped the others knew that as well. You tried to lead by example anyway. And then there were the men. You didn’t dare look any one of them in the eye, knowing what kind of consequences that would bring. But you tried to keep tabs on them. They weren’t moving much in the few minutes since the three men disappeared with the teller, but any slight movement they gave was noteworthy into your mind. You had to keep things under control.

The minutes ticked on in almost complete silence, save for the one man who was humming of all things. How could they possibly be relaxed right now you did not know. The sound was harsh against your ears for how gentle it was, it kept distracting you from your thoughts.

The thought in question was a dangerous one. Your back was beginning to ache from being hunched over and your palms were sweating uncomfortably against the marble. From where you sat against the furthest teller window you were blocked from the direct view of every robber by either furniture or walls. What you wanted to do was risky, any slight movement on their behaves would land you in their line of sight. That was an opportunity for anyone who could take it.

You need to text Hongjoong. He needed to know what was going on. You watched the men carefully for the next few minutes, looking for any sign that they might start looking around, but they all seemed perfectly content in their places. With a shaking hand, you slowly began reaching into your pocket. You managed to pull the device out without anyone noticing, but as you slid it into your lap and under your shirt one of the other patrons saw, and their eyes shot wide open. Shit.

They looked at you with frantic, pleading eyes that screamed call for help. They were looking too obvious. You swallowed and shook your head, trying to get them to look away, but they didn’t.

“Heads down,” a deep voice called. Both you and the other patron snapped your eyes to the floor, but after listening for a few seconds it didn’t sound like anyone was moving toward you. You were still blocked from view. With a shaky breath, you slowly pulled the phone out. Unlocking it silently, you pressed on the messages app.

“Well, what’s this?”

Dread shot through you. The man had reappeared from the back, slinking quietly to your side somehow without you noticing. Your head shot up to look at him as he stood, barely 5 feet away from you staring down at your phone. The entire room's attention was now on you. You felt your blood freeze in your veins as the eyes above the mask narrowed into a glare. You didn’t even move to hide the phone, you didn’t move to do anything. You just sat there, staring dumbly back into his eyes. You heard the distant sounds of fear from the hostages and soft chuckles from the men.

The bag he had slung over his shoulder was tossed to the nearest member of his crew, the two that had followed him into the back of the back reappeared, took one look at the scene, one shaking his head before they both carried on out the door with the three bags.

A hand shot into your hair, grabbing it by the roots and pulling you to your feet. Your scalp burned, the pain was so sharp and sudden your eyes screwed shut and you lost Yoruba balance. Disoriented, you let out a shriek at the pain and if it weren’t for the grip on your head you would have fallen right back down. The phone was ripped from your hand. The man slid his hand from your hair to grasp the back of your neck firmly as he looked over the screen. When your eyes opened he was scrolling through the messages from half a moment before laughing a full and wicked laugh.

“Texting your boyfriend? How cute.” He all but cackled. He observed your face, your eyes hard and pricked with tears, and he giggled again. Shoving your phone into his pocket, he motioned to the others before pulling you towards the door. You stumbled over your legs multiple times, letting out cries and hisses as you went but doing little to resist.

The other hostages, let out distraught sobs but you blocked them out, their sympathy would do nothing for you now.

You were pulled out of the building at the same moment the sound of engines roared to life. In one quick glacé you saw that the street was still deserted.

Your back was slammed against the wall of the bank, just out of view of those inside and the barrel of the man's gun was trained on you. You shut your eyes tight.

You heard a bang. And the wailing cries of the hostages inside.

Then familiar lips crashed onto yours. It wasn’t really a kiss, more of a peck. The man's lips moved against yours for only a few seconds, so little you had no time to react before they were gone.

You opened your eyes. His mask was pulled back up, and he had taken a step back. His gun was already holstered at his side.

You didn’t have to see the bottom half of the man's face to know he was smirking. You pushed yourself off the wall and glared at him. At that moment two cars pulled out of the parking lot, one stopping directly in front of you. With a huff you pushed past the man who you could almost guarantee was still grinning.

Opening the door you slid into the backseat against the far window and crossed your arms over your chest. Seconds later the man got in and closed the door. And you were off.

“Come on your not actually mad are you,” he giggled, pulling down his mask.

“You damn near pulled my hair out Hongjoong! Of course, I’m mad!” You spat. You heard the two in the front seat chuckle.

“Oh don’t think you're off the hook Yunho. What the fuck was that? Since when was breaking my hand apart of the plan?” You hollered, kicking your foot against his seat. This only lead to more giggling. You resiliently stared forward, not looking at to boyfriend. He didn’t seem bothered by this in the slightest. Hongjoong slid across the back seat to wrap an arm over your shoulder that even in your rage you didn’t have the heart to shake off.

“But it’s not like I was lying! You looked way too calm. If any of them had looked at you it would have been obvious something was up.” Yunho defended, gesturing with the hand, not on the steering wheel.

“Come on, darling. You know we have to make it believable. I can’t have my best spy get their cover blown because I’m too gentle with you.” The arm around your shoulder tightened, urging you to look at him. Finally, you turned to him, smiling at you so brightly you’d think you were on a friendly road trip.

“Besides, I thought you liked it when I pulled your hair?” Hongjoong said with a cheeky wink. At that Wooyoung howled with laughter from the front seat. You blushed crimson and promptly reached your foot over to kick his seat as well.

“Oh shut up. You were going overboard and you know it.” You grumbled with much less enthusiasm. Hongjoong smiles softly at your pout before leaning back in his seat, giving you a bit more space. Comfortable silence lasted only a few minutes as you drove on before Hongjoong spoke up again.

“Why did you pull your phone out anyway? That was dumb, even if you are on our side.” He asked, fingers rubbing circles comfortingly against your shoulder. You sighed.

“Because the rest of the boys fucked up.” You replied plainly, but still easing into your boyfriend's touch. Both Yunho and Wooyoung made offended noises from the front seat, but you carried on.

“The way they were positioned was wrong. There were blind spots, several actually. You’re just lucky I was the only person in one. I figured I should let you know in case it became a problem.” You continued.

“Hmm,” Hongjoong muttered. While he heard the sound of your voice, you doubted he was listening, as his hand instead taken to playing with your fingers in your lap.

“Isn’t the whole idea of having someone undercover on the inside, so they can tell us where the blind spots are?” Wooyoung asked from the front seat, still clearly offended at your statement.

“I told Yeosang, it’s not my fault you guys planned to take him in the safe this time instead of keeping him in the lobby like always.”You shot back. But even that was half-hearted. Your body really did ache after being hunched on the hard ground for 10 minutes without moving, and the comforting touch of your boyfriend's hands made you melt into the seat, all the tension and worrying about ways it could go wrong eased off your body in waves.

You all could talk about how it went and what needed to be tweaked next time later, right now you just wanted to rest. Hongjoong pulled you against his chest by your shoulder sensing your quick drop in energy.

Just as you were about to doze off a thought popped into your head.

“Hongjoong?”

You could feel the hum he gave in response against your cheek, telling you to continue.

“Are you sure you should have pretended to shoot me? I mean, best case scenario local police add murder onto our rap list. Worst, they find out you have a man on the inside. Either one is bad.” You murmur into his chest. Your group had never killed before as there had never been any need to, and it wasn’t something that any of you really wanted to do.

“That’s only a problem if they catch us.” He replied. Sounding, as always, perfectly certain of himself.

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Living like this had its pros and cons, much like anything else. The main con being having to drive long ways away for jobs, just as a way to keep yourself safe. Which sometimes meant pulling over on the side of the road at any ditch or shitty motel for the night before getting back to your homes.

As your vehicles pulled into a run-down motel about a mile off the main highway, Hongjoong and Seonghwa had gone into the lobby parading as drunk college students on a road trip to rent the rooms for the night. Needless to say, it had been a long day, the other boys meandered to their rooms and probably fell asleep the moment their heads hit the pillows. But not you.

You had been patiently waiting on the hood of the car you arrived in, for the moment Hongjoong got back. And when he did reappear and the others disappeared, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to go lay down as quickly as they did.

As the crunch of their footsteps on gravel faded till they were indoors, you turned your head upwards to the sky. It was late at night and in the middle of nowhere like this, you could see millions more stars than in your home. Hongjoong kept his place, leaning on the car hood next to where you sat, looking up as well but not at the infinite sky like you. No, he was watching your face.

You don’t know exactly how long you sat there, looking up at the sky but you know your neck had begun to ache when Hongjoong finally pulled himself onto the hood of the car next to you. You naturally came to rest your head on his shoulder, still looking up at the stars, but now in your peripheral vision, you could still see Hongjoong studying your expression carefully.

“Something on your mind?” You ask in a quiet voice, still looking up. Hongjoong stirred, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. You tear your gaze from the stars to look at him. The moon cast a pearly light on his face that in your eyes made him glow.

“Sometimes I think I ruined you,” though his words were serious the giggle he gave at the end showed he had no real remorse. You still scoffed.

“I was a criminal long before I meet you Kim Hongjoong, don’t go thinking you

drastically changed the course of my life.” You reply in a dry tone, even if he was joking, it was still a point you wanted to drive home. He had no reason to be guilty with how you turned out, you were probably safer with him and the others than where you were before. He laughed at you again.

Hongjoong laughed at everything. And his laugh was one of the best things about him. Looking at him now, it gets harder and harder to imagine what your life would have been like without him.

“Babe, you were a petty thief, I turned you into a serial bank robber. I consider that pretty drastic.” He shot back, reaching up to pretend to fix your hair.

“If it wasn’t you, it would have been somebody else, and between us? I’m glad it was you.” Your words came out slightly more sentimental than you had anticipated and when Hongjoong fell silent next to you, you promptly blushed and turned back to the stars.

You and Hongjoong very rarely spoke about stuff like this. Even if neither of you would ever admit it, the truth of living life like this is that all it takes is one day, one mistake, for the family you created and the life you live to come crashing down around you. The span of a few minutes could be the difference between running off into the sunset and quite literally never seeing each other again. And after the slight hiccup, you had today that only you had noticed at first, that thought was at the forefront of your mind.

So basically you liked to live in the moment.

It was quiet for a few minutes, him watching you and you watching the sky. There was a very slight breeze in the air, but the summer air was made it more of a gentle cool wind than an uncomfortable chill.

“It’s getting late, you should go to sleep,” Hongjoong muttered. Quieter than his usual quip.

“I slept in the car.” You replied easily. Which was true, and while that nap had been anything but restful with the constant bumps in the road, he didn’t need to know that.

“Oh well, here I was trying to get you in bed but I guess you don’t want to.” He sighed, regaining some of the playfulness from earlier while running a teasing hand up your spine. It gave you shivers, but you had no desire to give in to him so easily.

“Who says we need a bed?” You ask matter of factly. Turning to give him the same wink he had laid on you earlier in the day. Jobs like the one you did today always put you on edge, no matter how many times you did it. Unlike the rest of them, it took you hours to fully relax and admit safety enough to let your guard down. You would never call Hongjoong carefree, but he did have a habit of trying to jump you the moment you were a safe distance away. Hongjoong leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Are you asking me to take you on the hood of this car? Because trust me, darling, I would.” Shivers his your spine once again, but you weren’t quite down bantering yet. You turned your head away from him to look at the beat-up old motel and the deserted parking lot you sat in. Motioning to it all you replied.

“Is this the most romantic place you could find?” You ask, each word oozing with how unimpressed you were by the scenery. At that Hongjoong placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to look at the millions of shining stars once again. You could feel his next words before they came.

“I don’t know, I think I did a pretty good job.”

It’s true, looking straight up and nowhere else gave the impression that you were sitting on the top of a mountain, the entire world below you and nothing but heaven above. Cheesy, but effective.

Hongjoong accurately assumed your silence meant he had won. Pushing you by your shoulder till your back hit the cool metal, your eyes stayed trained on the sky above. Your legs hung over the front of the car, pushed up only slightly till you lay with most of your body on the hood. Hongjoong’s moonlight face still hung in your peripheral, hanging over you slightly.

You stared straight into the sky as Hongjoong slung his body over yours, trapping your hips to the metal with his own.

“Please tell me you're not going to be super dramatic about this?” You as with your last dreg of defiance. He smirked at you.

“Babe, this is going to be the most dramatic moment of your life.”

And with that, Hongjoong leaned down over you, connecting your lips with a heated kiss. Your arms automatically slung around his neck, pulling him closer. Your breath hitched almost immediately, feeling all strength leave your body as you melted into the kiss. Hongjoong took time to switch between a long slow-paced drag of his lips across yours, to nipping and sucking gently at your bottom lip as he pleased. The air no longer seemed like a necessity, when staying like this forever got more and more appealing.

Running his lips down to your jaw you almost rolled your eyes when you felt Hongjoong suck a rather impressively sized hickey right onto the underside of your jaw. It would perfectly match the fading ones that dotted your collar bones and the base of your neck, though the placement of this one would be much more visible.

Hongjoong’s hand took hold of your waist, slipping his fingers under the hem of your shirt and pushing it to bunch up over your chest, exposing you to the cool night air. He hadn’t removed it completely, but nonetheless he leaned back to admire. The ghost of a smirk wormed its way onto his lips as he ran his soft fingertips along the marks he gave you.

Staring at the ones lower on your stomach, trailing up your body with feather light touches. Your eyes screwed shut when he brushed over the ones on your breast. The bra you had been wearing today was nothing special, if not a little plain, but you could barely stand the heat of his gaze as it traveled up your body along with his hand.

Eventually, he reached the newest addition to the collection of purple splotches on your body. Cupping your cheek with his hand he urged your eyes open.

“I go through all this work to get you out under the stars and here you are with your eyes closed. That’s rude of you.” He stated with an exaggerated frown.

“It’s rude to tease,” you tried to sound as playful as him, but it came out as more of a whine. He giggled at you and carried on.

“I’m not teasing, I’m admiring. Now let me continue or you’ll get nothing.” He replies sternly. The mood suddenly shifting as the sparkle in his eye shifted to a darker hungrier look. You gulped slightly before letting your head fall back against the metal to stare up at the sky again. You felt Hongjoong’s mouth on your body again. His warm lips giving new life to some of the more faded marks on your chest. The cool air suddenly felt incredibly hot as your boyfriend's hands ran up and down your sides, occasionally stopping to squeeze whatever flesh he could grasp. Each time pulled another sound past your lips, although you did your best to muffle them.

“You look so pretty like this baby,” he remarked, barely pulling away, “I want to hear how pretty you sound too.”

It wasn’t spoken like a command, but you took it as one. Letting your mouth hang open in a moan when Hongjoong took one of your breasts in his palm, kneeling it slightly before pulling your bra down just enough to free it. He wasted no time in dragging his tongue over your nipple, then sweeping back down to suck a mark directly on the underside of your boob.

Your legs clenched together as he worked, the small amount of friction it gave in your shorts only served to drive you to more extremes when you rolled your hips against his. You groaned startlingly loud at that, the sensation of his hard dick pressing against your core even through the denim of both your pants pulled wetness from your core quicker than you would ever care to admit.

Hongjoong pulled away with a laugh, sitting up straight to look down at your already keening expression.

“Calm down baby, we have all night. No need to rush.” He chuckled at you. Despite his words, he took almost immediate action, running his hands up your bare thighs till his fingers hook on the waistband of your shorts. He pulled them down, but only just enough. Slipping his hand between your legs to cup your heat, while palming himself over his jeans. You whined again and clamped your legs around his hand, holding it in place. Despite your body’s subconscious efforts, he slid his finger over your cunt through your damp underwear.

Under any other circumstances, it would have been incredibly embarrassing how wet he made you from just touches to your body, but at the moment all you could think about was how desperately you wanted him to continue.

“Your soaking wet already, it feels like cheating with how quickly your body reacts to me.” He mutters, pressing two fingers against your hole, with nothing but a thin scrap of fabric keeping them from pushing inside you.

“Hongjoong, please fuck me. I’m begging you.” You groan, rolling your hips against his hand repeatedly. He broke out in a wide smile.

“I like the sound of you begging. Do it again for me.” He commands, voice laced with honey. You took a shuddering breath, turning your eyes to meet his with a pleading look.

“Please, I need you to fuck me.” You beg with all the desperation you have.

“Oh course baby, all you had to do was ask.” He lilts, tilting his head to the side with a sickly sweet smile.

Hongjoong pulled his hand from your core, which left an unhappy feeling in your stomach. But he used said hand to assist in pulling his dick free of his pants which spurred your legs even further apart. Your hands had been hanging uselessly at your side since this all began but as he leaned over your body once again, staring straight down into your wanton face, your hands flung themselves behind his shoulder to hang off of him.

Hongjoong pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, running it through your folds twice, watching as your face shifted from bliss to desperation each time he almost slipped in. And of course, he laughed. But that was the last bit of torture he gave you before sinking into your cunt.

Your synchronized groans sounded throughout the empty parking lot when he finally filled you to the hilt. And with his own patients starting to run as thin as yours he wasted no time in pulling out and thrusting again.

Your back arched more each time he pushed into you, feeling him stretching your walls and brush against the most sensitive spots inside you made your toes curl. And as he began to build pace his deep pants and groans rang in your ears.

He was doing anything but going fast. Long hard and deep thrusts shook your body in a steady rhythm. Your nails dig into his shoulders through his shirt and your mouth hung open as he fucked into you.

“Come on baby, you're not that far gone already are you?” His voice carried a teasing tone, but his own breath had gone shaky. You both stared into each other’s faces, watching each other’s expressions shift with bliss at every thrust. You were moaning and whining freely now. Words have failed you.

You felt the muscles on Hongjoong’s shoulder strain beneath your fingers, and with your orgasm fast approaching your nails practically clawed down his back. Hongjoong hissed above you, but the action did nothing but spur him on.

“Your gonna cum baby? Gonna cum already on my cock? How desperate you must be, to let a criminal have his way with you like this.” He growled the words down at you. His words shot to your core, making you clench around him, with a whine you forced words past your lips.

“I don’t care, just want you.” The words were barely a whisper. But the effect was the same. With a ringing cry, you came undone underneath him. You shook and threw your head back, staring directly into the stars above you. Your body moved of its own accord, but that was all beyond you. The only thing you could think about was the look on Hongjoong’s stunning face as he came hovering above you.

You both basked in the feeling of waves of pleasure rolling over your bodies. Continuing to grind against each other subconsciously as you rode it out.

The cool air returned with a nip. Hongjoong had all but collapsed above you. As you came back to reality the cold metal of the car suddenly felt so comfortable you could fall asleep right there. You felt your eyes being to drift shut.

“Oh no baby, I’m taking you to bed for real this time.” Hongjoong chuckled, pulling himself up to look down at you again. He gave a small smile at your pout.

“Your pretty cute for a dangerous criminal.”

You gathered up the last of your strength to hit him on the shoulder.

-

and this my friends is why I dont make a habit of writing longer things, they just get away from me.

I meant for this to be a short hot sexy lil thing and it turned into this long ass sappy thing

[multistan-lover]

Stress Reliever 🧸

Heeseung x reader

Fluff

Summary: After a stressful day all y/n needs is to see your loving boyfriend

A/n: There is a link to a playlist, if you want to start listening to it now click here. Credit to the person who made the playlist. THE PLAYLIST IS NOT MINE

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Today was not your day. First you woke up late, which made you late to work by an hour… and your boss, who’s an absolute jerk gave you extra work to “compensate” for you being late. At lunch you spilled your drink, which was tea that was supposed to help calm down your nerves, all over your shirt. Oh! And that’s not the last of it. Your car had been broken and was in the shop getting worked on so you walked to work today but when you were finally getting to go home to your warm soft bed, it started to pour, raining crazy like cat and dogs. At this point all you wanted to do was cry, How am I going to get home in this rain?

All of a sudden you felt your phone buzz in your hand.

As if he could read your mind even from miles away, there on your phone was a text message from your kindhearted boyfriend

“It’s raining pretty hard out there, do you need me to pick you up? ❤️”

“No I’m okay Hee, Y/F/N said she can give me a ride, but thank you 😘” was it a lie?…. yes but dating an idol is hard and you know Heeseung has so much on his plate so why bother him with your problems right?

“Okay, be careful, Love you Y/N ❤️”

You felt a sigh leave your lips

“Love you too Hee💕”

Luckily for you one of your coworkers gave you their umbrella so you didn’t get totally soaked while walking home.

Once you closed the door behind you, all you wanted as a nice warm shower and to snuggle up with your favorite fuzzy blanket and a cup of coffee, read a book or watch a movie… but what you really really really wanted was to cuddle with Heeseung :(

Unfortunately Heeseung hadn’t told yet whether or not he was staying at the dorms with the boys or was going to come spend the night at your apartment. So you just jumped into the shower, but not without forgetting to put on your favorite playlist.

As you felt the hot water hit your back and help with the tense feeling in your muscles you sang along to your music so you did hear someone coming in. A while back ago you gave Heeseung a spare key since one: He’s your boyfriend and two: your schedules are so different and off sometimes that it just made sense.

Stepping out of the shower, you felt a little better and got change into some sweatpants and one of Hee’s tee shirts he “accidentally” left at your place.

Once you opened the door of your bathroom you saw your balcony doors open. You knew who it was before even having to look but nevertheless you step closer and saw him looking up at the stars with his hands in his pockets, absentmindedly looking up at the night sky. That’s when you felt every ounce of stress leave your body. And in that instant you knew you... no you felt just how much you truly loved Heeseung. Maybe it was to early in the relationship but you knew in that moment that if you ever lost him life would be unbearable…

He’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with 🥺

You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around him and with a little squeeze you said “I love you Lee Heeseung, with all my heart”

“Well Y/N Y/L/N I love you with all my body and soul” Heeseung told you while turning in your arms and giving you a kiss on your forehead, cheeks and chin

“Hey I think you forgot a point” and with that you both leaned in to share a sweet, soft kiss filled with passion.

But when Hee pulled away he felt the “need” to ask about the way you dressed

“Is that my shirt?”

“I have no idea what your talking” with that you dragged him to your bed “let’s watch a movie pretty please” while putting on your best puppy eyes and cute pout

“Only if I can cuddle you”

And without another word you and Heeseung cuddled up to each other and watched your favorite movie

You couldn’t feel more happier, wrapped up in the arms of the man you love and would love to spend the rest of your life with.

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-Hope you enjoyed 💕

[americasass91]

His Kind of Beautiful

Hello lovely people! I don’t even know where to begin here. My ex popped up as a friend I may know on Facebook the other day. Of course it brought up all these memories. (I’ve been with my husband for over a decade so this ex was from way back when.) Anyways, I couldn’t help but think back to when and why we broke up. We worked together (that was a mistake) and I was chatting with one of our coworkers. The guy looked at me and was like ‘I don’t want to get in the middle of anything but your boyfriend said something about you the other day and it bothered me.’ I told him to tell me what he said. ‘He said you weren’t pretty enough to blow him.’ (Fun fact! I had already blown him a few times by this point.) So of course I thought my life was ruined. I mean I was only 17/18. I called him right away and asked him if it was true. The fucker didn’t even deny it! He was like I was just joking around. So I told him since I wasn’t pretty enough to blow him, I wasn’t pretty enough to date him either. That’s the last time I spoke to him.

Anyways! That’s what inspired this little fic. I know we all go through days where we don’t feel pretty or beautiful. But you know what? We are all beautiful no matter what! Please if you ever feel less than that and need to talk, I am here and willing to listen! Nobody should go through life feeling anything less than beautiful.

So I knew I needed to somehow incorporate this into a fic. At first I was going to go with Steve but I took a look at my Masterlist and realized I only had one Andy fic on there. That’s just despicable! So without any further ado, please enjoy this fic with our lovely, handsome floofy haired lawyer daddy!

Rating: Explicit (Like I could write something that doesn’t involve sex with Andrew)

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: Language, fingering, unprotected sex(Remember: Sex is cleaner with a packaged weiner), and just Andy being fluffy

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You honestly didn’t even know why you had agreed to this. You hated first dates in general, let alone a blind date.

But your friend, Jane, assured you this guy was handsome and nice and worth your time to go out with.

So, you pulled a blue dress from your closet that you’d only worn maybe twice in your life and actually did your eye makeup.

After getting fully ready you take one last look at yourself in the mirror. For once you didn’t hate the woman staring back at you. This dress happened to accentuate your curves and the color of your eyeshadow made your eyes pop. You wouldn’t necessarily say you were pretty, but you looked decent.

You slip on your heels and grab your purse and head out of your apartment. As you go to lock your door, the apartment door behind you opens.

“Good evening, neighbor.”

You turn around with a smile on your face and return the greeting to your sinfully handsome neighbor, Andy.

He can’t help but notice how pretty you look. “Where are you going all dressed up?”

You blush and start heading towards the elevator together. “Oh, my friend set me up on a blind date. I’m nervous. Haven’t been on a date in awhile.”

He presses the button for the lobby. “Blind date, huh? Yeah I went on one of those recently. First date since the divorce. It was...interesting.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as you both headed into the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. You turn towards him. “Interesting, how?”

“Well, for starters, she was almost an hour late. Then when she showed up, she didn’t even apologize for being late. She just sat down and demanded the waiter bring her a cocktail. By snapping her fingers at him.”

The elevator doors open. You head into the lobby and notice Andy following you. “So I think it’s safe to say you aren’t calling her for a second date?” He opens the door to the outside for you. You smile in thanks and head out into the warm evening air of Boston.

He rolls his eyes as he follows you onto the street and hails down a cab. “Absolutely not.” He gestures for you to take the cab.

You look at him confused. “Don’t you need one?”

He waves you off. “Nah, I’m heading to pick up Jake to take him to dinner. He finally found some time to fit his old man into his ‘busy’ teenager schedule.” He heads towards his Audi you now realize is parked in front of the building right behind your cab.

You scoff at him as you open the cab door. “Old man? Oh, please. You can’t be more than what? 38?”

He opens the door to his own vehicle and smirks at you. “Try 43, sweetheart. Hey! Good luck on your date!” He waves and gets into his car. You return the wave and get into the cab and give the driver the address to the restaurant and try to get your mind off of how good Andy’s ass looked in the jeans he was wearing.

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You arrived at the restaurant with a few minutes to spare. You wanted to get there a little early so you could get a drink from the bar and calm your nerves.

You find a seat away from the other patrons and order a glass of wine. You scan your eyes over the room to see if your date has arrived yet. You weren’t entirely sure what he looked like but you knew he was going to be wearing a red shirt.

The bartender sets your wine in front of you. You hand over a 10 dollar bill and tell him to keep the change. As you sip your wine, you check your phone for the time. 7:02. You’re about ready to text your friend to ask if your date is normally late when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

You turn around and look up at who you assume to be your date for the evening. He was handsome. Not as handsome as Andy, but handsome enough.

He gives you a small smile. “Hi, are you Y/N?”

You nod your head with a smile. “Yes, hi! It’s nice to meet you. You must be Jason?” You then gesture to the seat next to you. “Would you like to have a drink before we get a table?”

He nods once and takes a seat next to you and flags down the bartender to order a scotch.

The bartender sets the drink in front of him. Jason thanks him and pays for his drink.

You can feel the awkwardness start to creep in. And when that happens, you tend to get chatty.

“So, what do you do for a living?” You smile hoping to ease the tension building.

He turns to look you up and down. And not subtly. He shakes his head in disapproval and downs his drink before standing up. “Listen, I’m sorry but I can’t do this. Jane lied to me.”

You can’t help the confused look that crosses your face. “She lied to you? How?”

He gives you another not so subtle once over. “She told me you were beautiful. And no offense, but I just don’t see it.”

You can’t help the jaw drop. Sure you knew you weren’t gorgeous but damn. You’d never had a man be bold enough to actually say it to your face. “So, you’re just gonna leave? Not even give me a chance because I’m not your version of beautiful?”

He scoffs and checks out a girl that walks by the two of you. “What can I say? I’ve got standards that you just don’t meet.”

You feel like you’ve just been punched in the gut. That’s it. You’re fucking done. You reach behind you and grab your wine glass and throw the drink in his face.

You grab your purse and head towards the door. You turn back to face him. “I may not meet your ‘beauty standards’ but at least I’m not an asshole!” With that you flip him off and head outside to hail a cab to head back home.

You manage to make it almost all the way home before the tears start to fall. Sure he was a stranger and his opinion didn’t matter. But it still fucking hurt that he didn’t want you and didn’t even think you were pretty enough to share a meal with. Your self esteem already sucked and this asshole sure as hell didn’t make it any better.

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The blue dress goes in the trash as soon as you step into your apartment. You take off your nice lace bra you had put on. You take your makeup off with a wipe and pull your hair up in a ponytail. You throw on some hello kitty pajama shorts and a t- shirt that’s at least 2 sizes too big for you.

Then you head into your kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine from a bottle you keep in the fridge for emergencies. You think this classifies as one.

You grab your phone off the counter and call your favorite Chinese place. You order double what you normally do because nobody wants to sleep with you. Might as well eat whatever the fuck you wanted. God, you can’t believe you shaved your legs for that asshole.

The lady on the phone lets you know it’ll be at least an hour. You give her your card number and thank her before refilling your now empty glass.

As you’re sitting on the couch waiting for your food, you can’t help but replay the events of the evening. Then that takes you into a downward spiral as you think back to all of your exes.

Come to think of it, they’ve all left you for one reason or another. A majority of them cheated with someone way prettier than you. Wow, maybe you were the problem. Clearly you were going for guys out of your league.

Maybe you needed to reevaluate the standards you had. Which quite frankly, wasn’t much. You just wanted them to not be a serial killer.

Perhaps you should just give up on dating. You were perfectly happy alone. Maybe that’s how it was supposed to be for you.

Before your thoughts could spiral anymore, your doorbell rang. You glance at your phone. Damn that hour flew by.

You grab $10 out of your purse for a tip and open your door. As you’re grabbing the bags and thanking the delivery guy, Andy steps out of the elevator with confusion written all over his face. “Hey, Y/N. Thought you had a date?”

You could almost feel the tears trying to well up again. No, you weren’t going to cry. Especially in front of your handsome neighbor.

“Yeah, it uh, didn’t work out. Shit happens.”

He puts his key in the lock and opens his door then turns to look at you. “Not your type?”

You can’t help the rush of air that leaves your mouth. “Not exactly. I wasn’t his. Apparently Jane, our mutual friend, told him I was beautiful and well. He didn’t agree with her.”

Andy furrows his brows and cocks his head to the side. “What? Was he blind or something?”

You shake your head. “Nope. I just wasn’t up to his standards.”

Andy mumbles something under his breath. “Well, I’m sorry. Some guys can be real assholes.”

You wave him off. “No need to apologize. I get that I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.”

Andy shakes his head. “Still, I’m sorry. That really sucks. And he really said you weren’t beautiful to your face?”

You give him a sad smile and shrug your shoulders. “It’s okay, really. I’m used to not being wanted. Have a nice night, Andy.”

You turn and head back into your apartment before he has a chance to reply. You don’t need his pity. You just need to drown yourself in the rest of your wine and gorge yourself on the greasy Chinese.

Just as you set the food down on the counter, you hear a knock at your door.

Confused, you head over and open it to find Andy standing there. And he looks kinda pissed.

“What do you mean you’re used to not being wanted?”

You sigh and put your hands on your hips. “It’s not the first time some guy hasn’t wanted me and it won’t be the last.”

Andy shakes his head as he pushes his way inside and shuts the door with his foot. “There’s just something I’m having a hard time wrapping my mind around.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “And what’s that?”

He then proceeds to walk closer to you, forcing you backwards until your back touches the wall. He puts his hands on either side of your head and gazes down at you. You’ve never been this close to him before. You can feel his chest move against yours as he breathes. You can feel the heat radiating off of him.God, he smells good.  You realize you’re not breathing and take a deep breath. He smiles down at you and takes his left hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear that had fallen free from your ponytail.

“That some moron would think that you’re not beautiful. He’s fuckin crazy, Y/N.”

Your breath hitches as his left hand has now grabbed the back of your neck to raise your lips towards his. You close your eyes, waiting for the inevitable kiss. “I guess I’m just not everyone’s kind of beautiful.”

He leans in, just barely brushing his lips against yours. “You’re my kind of beautiful.”

WIth that, he presses his lips to yours for a slow but intense kiss. You can’t help the moan that escapes your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him all the way up against you. He grunts when his hardening cock comes into contact with your soft belly.

After a few minutes of intense kisses that take your breath away, he pulls back and presses his forehead against yours. “Will you let me show you how beautiful I think you are?”

You don’t even need to think about it. “Yes, please.”

He smiles and leans in for one more quick kiss. “Take me to the bedroom, pretty girl.”

You quickly grab his hand and lead him down the hall towards your bedroom, making a quick stop in the kitchen to throw the Chinese food in the fridge.

Once in your room Andy spins you around and presses your back up against his front. He leans forward and starts placing soft kisses against your neck. His left hand rests at your waist while his right hand moves up under your shirt towards your breasts. “Is this okay, pretty girl?” His voice is so low and husky. Your panties didn’t even stand a chance.

You nod. “Yes, please. Touch me, Andy.”

He groans a little and reaches up to cup your right breast in his hand. You hear him let out a growl as he continues to fondle your breast. While his left hand makes its way into your shorts, brushing his finger over your clit. You jolt forward at the sensation, whimpering out in the process.

“You like that, pretty girl? Like my fingers on your little cunt?”

You grab a hold of his wrist and writhe against him as he lowers his fingers towards your entrance. He gathers your slick up before moving his fingers back towards your clit and starts slowly circling it.

“Fuck, Andy. Feels so good.”

“Yeah? You want my fingers inside you, baby?”

You quickly nod. “Please. Need to feel you.”

He lowers his hand back down to your entrance and slowly slides his middle finger against your walls. You arch your back and moan out his name as he starts pumping it slowly.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight. When’s the last time you’ve been touched, pretty girl?”

“Too long. Feels so good. I need more. Please.”

His index finger quickly joins the middle one. He starts pumping them in and out of you quicker, curling them just right so they rub up against your g spot. “Oh, fuck!” You can’t help but yell out at the feeling. It’s been so long since someone’s taken the time to pleasure you, let alone find your g spot. You could feel the coil tightening already. You were embarrassingly close and he hadn’t even really started yet.

“You gonna cum for me already, pretty girl? Do it. Make a mess on my fingers.”

He moves his thumb and starts circling your clit. Your legs start shaking. He presses his thumb down just a little harder and you’re gone. You cum with a shout of Andy’s name into the otherwise empty room.

He continues pumping his fingers in and out but removes his thumb from your clit, not wanting to overstimulate you too much. “Good girl. So fuckin’ pretty when you cum.”

You lower your head in embarrassment. He spins you around and places his finger under your chin so he can raise your head so you’re looking at him. “Don’t hide from me, pretty girl. I want to see everything.” He takes his left hand and raises it to his mouth, sucking your essence off of his fingers. He moans into his hand. “You taste so fucking sweet. Knew you would.”

He grabs your face to pull you in for a sweet kiss as he slowly pushes you towards the bed. The back of your knees touch your mattress before he pulls away. He smiles down at you as he grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it up and off, tossing it somewhere in the room. His gaze then falls to your breasts. He licks his lips hungrily. Before he can get too caught up, he hooks his thumbs into your shorts and pulls them and your panties down and off your legs, helping you step out of them.

He stands back up and pulls you in for another kiss, your hands fall to his chest. You start to unbutton his shirt, revealing his chest to you a little at a time. You pull away to get the last few buttons and push his shirt over his shoulders and are surprised to see his chest and abdomen sprinkled with various tattoos. You never would’ve guessed. You can’t help but let your hand trace over a quote on his collarbone or onto the eagle covering his pec.

“I never would have pegged you for a tattoo guy. These are amazing.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, I only have them where they can be covered up by clothes.” He grabs your wrists to stop your tracing. “You can trace all of them some other time, pretty girl. Right now, I need to be inside of you.”

You can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine at his words. His dirty talk was going to be the death of you.

He moves his hands towards his belt buckle and starts undoing it. You couldn’t help but notice the slight tremble to his hands. You place your hands on top of his and look at his face. “Hey, if you don’t want to do this, that’s ok.”

He looks into your eyes and gives you a shy smile. “No, I want to. God, do I want to. It’s just, I haven’t been with anyone since Laurie and I guess I’m a little nervous.”

You couldn’t help the pull you felt at your heart at his words. He was nervous. Thank god. So were you. This beautiful man wanted to sleep with you, of course you were nervous. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m nervous too. You’re kind of intimidating.”

He cocks his head to the side and furrows his brows. “Intimidating? Why is that?”

You remove your hands from his and gesture up and down his body. “Just look at you. You’re breathtaking, Andy. And I’m just me.” Your gaze falls down to your feet, unable to look at him.

He puts his finger under your chin and raises your head so that you’re forced to look at him. “Speak for yourself, pretty girl. You’re the breathtaking one.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Yeah, right.”

His gaze on you hardens just a little. He grabs your hand and places it over his pants against his erection. “Do you feel that? Feel what you do to me? Nobody but you can make me this hard, pretty girl. I’ve been in a constant state of arousal since I moved in, watching you coming in and out of your apartment in your tight skirts and almost see-through blouses. Making me go fuckin’ crazy.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything or make a move then?” Of course your self doubt was starting to creep in. Maybe this was him just wanting to get his dick wet. You needed to know.

He grabs your hands and brings your knuckles to his mouth, giving them a soft kiss. “Honestly? I thought there was no way in hell an old man like me would have a shot with a sweet thing like you.”

You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your mouth. “Please. You’re only 43.”

He pulls you in for a sweet, lingering kiss. “Yeah, well. Probably too old for you. But after what you said to me, about how you’re used to not being wanted? I stopped caring how old I was. I needed to show you just exactly how much you’re wanted. So, can I still show you, pretty girl?”

You quickly nod your head and help him finish removing his pants, leaving him in just his black briefs. The fabric doing nothing to hide the outline of his hard cock. Jesus. He looked big. Bigger than anything you’ve taken. You couldn’t wait.

You quickly pulled his briefs over his hips and down his legs. His cock sprang free and smacked against his inked abdomen, making him hiss. You grab him at the base and slowly start pumping him, looking at his face for his reaction. His head is thrown back and his eyes are closed as he moans out your name at the feeling. His hands are gripping your hips.

You smear his precum that’s gathered at the tip and use that to help jerk him off a little faster. You tighten your grip as you pick up your pace, loving the sounds you're pulling from him. You start to go on your knees when he suddenly pulls you back up. You look at him in confusion. “If I let you continue, this will be over before it even starts. Gonna make me blow my load like an inexperienced teenager.”

You couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself but once again furrow your brows as Andy walks to the other side of the bed. He starts looking around in your nightstand. “Do you have any condoms?”

You shake your head. “I did but they expired. If you’re okay with it, I’m on birth control. And I got tested after my last partner and I’m clean.”

He pushes the drawer to the nightstand back in and climbs onto the bed and lays on his back, hand lazily stroking his cock. “I’m more than okay with that. I just had a full work up done. I’m healthy as well.”

You barely acknowledge what he said, unable to remove your eyes from his hand that’s wrapped around his cock. You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth and let out a little whimper. Andy chuckles at you. “Well, are you going to just stare at it, pretty girl? Or are you going to hop on my lap and get comfy?”

That gets your attention. You meet his gaze. “You want me on top?”

He nods. “Wanna be able to see all of you, baby girl.” He removes his hand from his cock and pats his thigh. “Come on, pretty girl. Ride me.”

Well that sight just caused a new wave of arousal to pool at your core. You had only been on top once before and it was only for a short time.

You place your knees gently on the bed and crawl the short way to him. You swing your left leg over him so that you're sitting right above where he wants you. You thread your hands through his hair and lean down for a heated kiss. You lick his bottom lip, wanting in. He doesn’t even hesitate to open his mouth to let you in.

He places his left hand on your hip while the other grabs his cock. He pushes your body down so that you’re hovering over it. “Please. Fuck me, pretty girl.”

You keep your lips attached to his as you slowly sink down on him. You get about halfway before you stop and pull away to look at him, trying to slow down your breathing. He brings his right hand up to cup your cheek. “You ok? Do you wanna stop?” The quick shake of your head makes him chuckle. “No, god no. I just need a minute. You’re fucking huge Andy.”

He can’t help the cocky smirk that appears. “Yeah, I know. Just take all the time you need.” He rubs his hand up and down your back to help calm you down. It only takes you a few more seconds before you continue to impale yourself on his impressive dick.

You let out a breath of relief when your hips settle flush against his. He grabs the back of your head and pulls you in for another kiss. You slowly start rocking your hips against him. He feels fucking incredible. Hitting all the right spots inside of you.

You pull away from the kiss and raise up a little and plant your hands on your headboard for some leverage. The rock of your hips speed up significantly. You move all the way up until his tip is barely inside before you slam yourself back down against him. You’re pulling the most beautiful sounds from his lips. It makes you move that much faster and harder against him.

Andy moves his hands to your breasts and gives them a good squeeze. Then he starts pinching your nipples, eliciting a moan from you. “That’s it, baby girl. Doing so good. You look so gorgeous fuckin’ yourself on my cock. Goddamn. Riding me so well.”

The praise he’s giving you just spurs you on. You raise up even more and place your hands on his chest and pick up your pace just a little more. You can feel the coil tightening in your belly. You’re going to cum and hard.

Andy keeps his left hand on your breast and keeps pinching your nipple. He moves his right hand down until his thumb is pressing against your clit, giving you the friction you needed. “Can feel you squeezing me, pretty girl. Cum for me. Make a mess.”

He presses his thumb just a little harder and that’s all it takes. You free fall over the edge of bliss with a scream of Andy’s name, your hips faltering from their rhythm.

You slow down your pace as you come down from your high, collapsing against Andy’s chest. He cradles you in his arms and rubs his hands up and down your back. “Still with me, sweet girl?”

You weakly nod your head and take just a second to catch your breath. It takes you a moment to realize he didn’t finish. You raise your head off his chest to look at him. “Why didn’t you cum?”

He smiles and pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “Oh, I will. Don’t worry. Just wanted to watch you fall apart on top of me. And let me just say, it’s one of the prettiest sights I’ve ever seen. You look gorgeous when you cum, Y/N. Almost made me lose it. Think you can take some more?”

You nod your head eagerly, already wanting to cum around his cock again. “Then why don’t you be a good girl and turn around and get on your hands and knees for me?”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You quickly pull off of him and turn around to get on your hands and knees. He takes a second to admire the view of your once again dripping pussy before he gets up on his knees behind you. He grabs a hold of your ass and gives it a hard squeeze. “Such a nice ass. I bet it’ll jiggle real nice while I’m fuckin’ you.”

He grabs a hold of the base of his cock and moves it towards your entrance. Before he starts pushing in, he gives your right cheek a hard smack. You drop down onto your elbows and moan into the sheets below you. Fuck. You didn’t know you liked that. He places his right hand on your hip and squeezes.

“Hmm. We’ll have to revisit that later.” And that’s the last thing he says before he slams home. You arch your back and fist the sheets as he sets a hard and fast pace.

And boy was he right. Your ass does jiggle nicely with every snap of his hips against it. He threads his left hand through your hair and gives it a tug. It makes you clench around him. “Fuck, baby girl. Keep squeezing me like that and I’m not going to last long.”

You move your head to the side and peer back at him. You clench around him again and it earns you another groan and smack to your ass. “Want you to cum for me, Andy. Please. Fill me up.”

He stills for just a second and wraps his left arm around your chest and lifts you up until your back is flush against his chest. This time he keeps his thrusts nice and slow. He places a kiss to the side of your neck. “Yeah? Want me to fill that pussy up, huh? To claim you as mine?”

You let a whimper escape your lips and you grip onto his arm that’s holding you against him as he starts picking up the pace of his thrusts. You clench around him again. “I am yours, Andy.”

He quickly moves his right hand down and starts circling your clit. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re gonna make me cum. Cum with me, please.”

You start pushing back and meeting his thrusts, desperate to get him to his release.

It only takes a few more snaps of his hips and circles against your clit before you're both falling over the edge while moaning out the other's name.

He continues pumping his hips until he’s completely spent and gently moves to lay the both of you onto your sides, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms.

He slowly pulls out of you and turns you around so that you’re facing him. He tucks your now loose hair behind your ear. “Hi, there.”

You chuckle and move up against him and press your face into the crook of his neck. “Hello.” You place a gentle kiss to his pulse point and relax as he wraps his arms around you.

There’s only a few minutes of peaceful silence when:

“So, was that good for you?”

You pull away and look up at him with an incredulous look on your face and smack his shoulder. You both start laughing.

“Of course it was good for me. Did you enjoy yourself, Andrew?”

He pulls you in for another sweet kiss. “Oh, yeah. But you know. Just to be sure. We might need to do it again.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. It only makes you laugh once more.

“You are such a dork. How about we get a shower and then heat up the food you so rudely interrupted me from eating before?”

His jaw drops in mock hurt. “You weren’t complaining when I was making you come around my cock, pretty girl.”

You sit up and stretch your arms over your head. You swing your legs over the side and stand up, wobbling just a little. You hear a chuckle behind you and playfully send a glare his way as you make your way to the bathroom.

You turn on the light and can’t help but look at your reflection in the mirror.

Your hair is a hot mess, having fallen out of it’s ponytail. Your lips were swollen and red from all the kissing. Your nipples looked slightly red from all pinching they had been subjected to. Your skin flushed from the orgasms. And there was what looked like a bruise forming on your hip in the shape of his hand.

And yet. You’ve never felt more beautiful.

You see Andy walking up behind you in the mirror. He smiles at you.

You turn around and return it before throwing your arms around his neck and raising yourself up on your toes to pull him in for a kiss. He gladly wraps his arms around you and reciprocates.

You pull away with a smile still attached to your face. “Not that I mind, pretty girl. But, what was that for?”

You shrug. “Just thank you. For making me feel beautiful.”

He smiles down at you and pulls you in for another quick kiss. You can feel him hardening once again against your hip. “Why don’t we skip the shower for now? I’m not quite finished with you yet.”

And with that he pulls you back into the bedroom where he spends the rest of the night showing you that you’re his kind of beautiful.

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- Watched - Pt.3

(Mammon x GN!MC)

**TW: cussing, stalking, kidnapping, religion, 

Note: C/N (coworker name)

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“Man, I’m starvin’. What’s takin’ so long anyway?” He grumbled, remembering the whole ‘first name basis’ thing with the delivery driver. 

He was laid on his back across your bed scrolling through social media, impatiently waiting for you to return. His stomach started to growl.

“Maybe I should go check? But, MC said to stay here so no one could see me.” He said to himself, a slight pout on his lips.

He heard a small shuffling noise come from the living room, it sounded like a paper bag crinkling.

Ok, ya got the food, now don’t be tryin’ to chit chat MC, I know how ya are. I’m dyin’ in here!

The bedroom was a straight shot down the hall from the door, making it impossible to sneak a quick peek without fully exposing himself.

He could hear you talking back and forth with...Alex. He huffed to himself remembering your chumminess with the take out guy. Something just seemed weird to him about the whole thing. 

Somethin’ is fishy about him always havin’ MC’s route or whatever. Does nobody else deliver for that place? I bet he’s got a crush on MC or somethin’. 

“I’ll kick his ass.” He said out loud, his own thoughts making him sour.

He listened again, trying to hear what was being said. He couldn’t hear any actual words, but he could hear Alex’s voice. Barely, though.

Wait a minute.. Is he whisperin’? What’s he gotta say to MC that requires whisperin’?! I gotta get outta here.

Mammon was getting himself worked up, assuming this delivery guy was confessing his love to you. He’d nearly convinced himself to march out there and confront the creep. To hell with staying hidden!

Before he could blow his cover, he heard something hit the front door followed by more shuffling movement. He calmed down a bit, thinking the noises he heard were of you getting the food inside and trying to kick the door shut.

He impatiently waited for you to call out, telling him the coast was clear and that he could finally come eat. But, you didn’t.

After a couple minutes passed with no new noise, he grew slightly anxious.

He stood up and started pacing beside the bed, feeling antsy.

C’mon, MC. What’re ya doin’? I’m witherin’ away! Before long I’m gonna shrink up and turn into a Little D or somethin’..

Suddenly, he heard voices again. Well, just the delivery guy’s voice, still a hushed tone. He groaned to himself.

“If he don’t hurry up and go away, I’m gonna eat him instead.” He grumbled quietly to himself.

Something didn’t feel right though. Why was Alex’s voice the only one he heard? It had been at least five minutes since he heard you say something. It’s not like he just missed what you said because you were too quiet for him to hear, or you just chose not to contribute to the guy’s conversation.

You always talk, to basically anyone you come in contact with, never really knowing a stranger. He’s pretty sure you haven’t gone five minutes without talking since he met you. That’s why it seemed so weird to him. 

That alone wasn’t really enough to expose himself though, was it? 

To say you’ve been through a lot lately is an understatement. You’re sleep deprived and your nerves are shot. With everything that’s been going on, it would be more weird if you didn’t act a little different. He didn’t blame you for not being your usual self.

He still couldn’t shake this feeling though.

A sudden, loud noise outside got his attention.

Was that a car door?

He moved quickly, putting his back against the wall, scooting over to the doorway.

“MC? Is he gone?” He whispered.

No answer.

Screw it.

Very slowly, he peeked his head around the corner, careful not to be seen.

“MC?” He whispered again, louder this time. 

Still nothing.

Somethin’ is definitely wrong..

He fully emerged in the doorway, eyes darting around, taking in his surroundings. As he quickly made his way up the hall, he noticed the door standing wide open. He could see that an older model car was parked in front of the house and you were no where in sight.

Hand still on the door knob, he turned around to call out into the house, “MC, where ya at? Ya know ya left the door-”

Before he could finish, the car outside suddenly accelerated, kicking up dirt and rocks as they sped off.

What the..?

“Guess he didn’t like his tip..?” He whispered to himself.

He shut the door and turned around slowly, only taking a couple steps before he came to a stop. He couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling he had.

“Oi, MC! D-don’t ya know you’re supposed to answer when THE Great Mammon calls for ya?” He waited, but the house was still. All he could hear was his heartbeat in his ears.

He walked further into the house, quickly looking around the kitchen before heading back down the hall.

Why ain’t they answerin’.. c-could it..? Nah..

“This ain’t funny ya know..” He called through the house, hoping that you’d somehow slipped past him. 

Again, he was met with bone chilling silence.

Slowly, he started piecing all the little weird things that didn’t make sense together like a puzzle. The silent house and wide open door, abandoned food, the car speeding away.. 

The same delivery guy somehow always having this route...

His heart sank.

No, no, no, no!

He ran from room to room in a panic, desperately calling out to you, begging you to answer him.

This ain’t happenin’.. They gotta be hidin’ or something. Yeah, that’s it!

“MC! Where are ya? Talk to me, please!” He screamed, voice breaking around the hard lump forming in his throat, tears beginning to prick at his eyes.

No, it can’t be.. It can’t be..

With trembling hands, he dug his phone from his pocket, quickly dialing your number.

“C’mon, pick up. Please, please pick up.” He pleaded as he paced the floor.

His stomach dropped when he heard it ringing within the house, quickly following the sound until he found it on the coffee table where you had left it earlier. He stood there unmoving, staring at his picture and contact name with hearts on the screen, tears streaking down his face.

The weight of it all came crashing down like a tsunami, forcing him to his knees. With his face in his hands, he sobbed uncontrollably.

I shoulda listened to my gut when I thought somethin’ was wrong! Why did I wait so long to look for ‘em?! He took MC, he took MC! Dammit!

How did he let this happen? He was right here, right here, and he didn’t sense the danger. He couldn't protect you again, letting you fall right into the hands of the psycho creep who had been relentlessly harassing you, who was planning to do who knows what.

He had to do something. Anything. 

Get the hell up! Ya gotta go find MC NOW! There’s no tellin’ what this creep is gonna try.

He stood up and wiped his face, trying to compose himself as he switched into demon form.

“I can still catch ‘em!” He made a beeline for the door, stopping abruptly as he reached the thresh hold.

“Wait, it’s the middle of the day and this ain’t the Devildom. A demon flyin’ around on a man hunt would be real bad.” He thought aloud.

People would most likely panic and if history proves anything, nothing good ever comes from humans when they panic.

He had to try and think rationally, as hard as it was. He wanted to rush in and save you as quick as he could, but going in blind without a decent plan could get you hurt...or possibly worse.

He switched out of demon form and moved back into the living room, trying to come up with an idea.

Your phone was here so he couldn’t have you tracked by GPS and he didn’t remember much about the car except that it was older. He didn’t even know what the guy looked like since he’d had to hide. All he knew about him was his first name and that he worked at a restaurant. 

“The take out place would for sure have everything about him on file!” He quickly punched in the name of the place into his phone’s search engine, then suddenly paused.

“Wait a minute..I can’t just waltz in there and ask for someone’s personal info. They’d call the cops or somethin’. Damn!”

He was beginning to feel hysterical. He didn’t have much to go on and every idea he came up with was crap. A few ‘ding’ sounds from the coffee table tore him from his thoughts. It was your phone.

Someone named C/N had sent you a couple texts about work and judging by the text log, you talked to them often.

“Man, I hope this C/N knows somethin’ cause I’ve got nothin’ else to go on..” 

Luckily, he remembered the name of the coffee shop, having heard you talk about work often. A quick internet search and he had the directions. He was out the door like a shot.

With his newfound breadcrumb, he was one step closer to finding you.

-

A bell chimed above the door when he entered the shop, alerting the worker behind the counter of his presence.

“Hi, how can I help you?” They greeted him as he walked up to the counter.

“Hey, is there a C/N here by any chance?”

“Oh, uh, yeah just a sec.” They went through a doorway behind the counter, returning moments later with another person in tow.

“Hello..? I’m sorry, do I know you?” They asked, approaching Mammon, visibly confused.

“No, but you know MC, right?” He asked, uninterested in beating around the bush.

“I’m not sure I can answer that.” They said cautiously, visibly tense.

They do know somethin’.

“Here, look.” He said, pulling up the gallery on his phone, showing them multiple pictures of you and MC together.

“Oh, so you’re the boyfriend. MC has told me about you. Uh, anyway, is there something I can help you with? I need to get back to work..”

“Yeah, has MC ever mentioned anythin’ about a guy named Alex before?” He asked.

Please, please, please

“Alex..Alex..” They repeated, tapping a finger on their chin as they thought it over. “They did, actually. We went to the movies about two months ago, and ran into a guy they knew. It was their usual deliver guy I think? Said his name was Alex. He gave me the creeps.” They explained.

“Why is that?”

Yes! We’re gettin’ somewhere.

“He just seemed..I don’t know, off? And when I met him, I actually remembered seeing him a few days earlier on my way to work. There was another A.T.A. protest and I saw him in the group demonstrators. He denied being there when I brought it up, saying it had to be his doppelganger or something, but I know it was him. When we ran into him at the movies he said he had just got off work, and he was wearing the exact same shirt and hat as the day of the protest.” They informed him.

“Wait, A.T.A.? What’s that?” He asked curiously.

“Anti-Treaty Association. They’re exactly what the name suggests. Everyone involved in the exchange program is public knowledge. Names, pictures, updates on how the program was going, etc. All easily found on any search engine. If he is part of the A.T.A., why would he be friendly with MC? There’s no way he didn’t know who they were.” They said.

This Alex guy is definitely the stalker. I bet if I dig into this A.T.A. I can find him..

“Alright. Thanks for your help.” He said as he turned to leave, C/N took a few steps after him.

“Hey, uh, is MC okay? I know they haven’t been themselves lately, but uh, you coming here and asking all these questions kinda scares me..” They admitted, fear for their friend written on their face.

“MC is uh, goin’ through some stuff. I’m gonna put an end to it though.” His voice was rough, angry. His face however, was full of desperation and sadness.

Mammon thanked C/N again for their information and left the coffee shop on a new mission. He uncovered another piece of the puzzle, new information that could lead him to you.

No one knew exactly what this guy was capable of, but he had the most important piece of Mammon's existence with him. There wasn’t anything he wasn’t willing to do, in any realm, to bring you back safely. He would breach the Celestial Gates without thinking twice if it would bring you back to him.

He was going to show them exactly why he's the second strongest of the seven rulers of the underworld.

I’m comin’ MC. I will find ya, I promise.

-

“Get out.”

The scorching heat inside the trunk made you nauseous, and severely thirsty. You felt weak and disoriented, unable to move much. You weren’t sure how long you had been stuck in there before you finally felt the car come to a stop. The lid opened, blazing sunshine poured inside the dark space, making your eyes water and squint reflexively.

“I said, get out!” He screamed.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist hard and yanked you from the trunk, letting you drop to the ground. You were much to weak to try and brace yourself so you fell pretty hard, getting small scrapes and dirt on your elbows and forearms.

You tried to open your eyes to try and get an idea of where he had taken you, but before they could adjust to the blinding sunlight, he tied something around your eyes.

“Can’t have you trying to escape.” He said to himself, as he finished tying up your hands. The restraints were very tight, already starting to hurt your wrists.

“I’m not going to.” You said weakly, your words making him laugh.

“Well, at least your a smart demon slut. Somewhat, anyway.”

Honestly, you weren’t planning to escape. If the opportunity presented itself, you would make a run for it, but you weren’t actively looking for an escape route. However, you had no intention of giving this creep what he wanted, or giving up without one hell of a fight.

Pulling you by the restraint around your wrists, he began to drag you across the ground. He let go of you a minute or so later. He didn’t drag you very far, ending up in some kind of building judging by the change in temperature and the rough feeling of concrete beneath you. It felt a little cooler in here as if you were out of direct sunlight, but the air was still fairly hot and sticky.

You did your best to pay attention to the things around you. The sounds, smells, what little you could feel. Outside you could hear cows in the distance and some kind of humming noise. It was definitely hot, but more like that humid feeling before it storms. You could also smell it too, the incoming rain. That warm earthy smell.

You could hear Alex nearby messing with something metal, there was also the sound of running water somewhere close.

I can’t believe Alex was actually the stalker this entire time... Explains how pictures taken of me from outside my house though.. I wonder what he plans to do..

You promptly chased away those thoughts in order to keep yourself calm, replacing them with thoughts of him, the time you’d spent together along with all the memories that came with it.

How soft and fluffy his hair felt when ran your fingers through it. The way he smelled; not the Devilish No.5, although you did love it, it’s smell closely related to the famous human world version, but his smell. Crisp and clean like fresh laundry or new clothes, slightly smoky like leather because of his favorite jacket and small undertones of warm cinnamon and vanilla.

The always groaned about your selection for movie night but was the first one to get really into it. Having a concert while cooking when you had kitchen duty together, getting in trouble for talking and laughing in class and later being scolded by Lucifer for it. How he always used to complain how bad humans smell, only to find out he started buying your brand of body wash for himself and would also try to casually smell his hoodie after you’d worn it.

The thought of never seeing him again, never experiencing anymore memories like these or the chance to make new ones, kept haunting you. A hard lump was forming in your throat, tears beginning to prick your eyes.

“Aw, what’s the matter darlin’? The abomination you chose as a lover isn’t rushing in to save you like Prince Charming? Imagine that.” He spat. 

You ignored his sarcastic comments, wanting answers of you own, “Why are you doing this?” You could hear him walking toward you, his footsteps getting louder as he approached. The sound stopped abruptly, then he crouched down next to your head.

“I told you, you need to be cleansed.” His tone was very matter-of-fact.

He grabbed your wrist restraint again and drug you another ten feet or so. Easily picking you up and hoisting you into the air until the rope around your wrists caught on something. He let go, your full weight coming down on your restraint. You were suspended in the air, feet barely skimming the floor. 

He checked your ropes to make sure it was still secure with the added weight and gravity, then he removed your blindfold. The sudden change causing you to blink several times.

Your previous assumptions had been right, you appeared to be in a warehouse that had been abandoned for quite some time. Most of the windows were broken, big vines and other foliage creeping into the building. The rusted remnants of machinery scattered around the large, open room. You looked above you to see that you were hanging from a large hook that was suspended by thick chain from a metal beam up above. Far to your left you could see what looked like a large pool or even one of those big basins you usually use to water cattle, with a hose draped over the side. There’s the source of the running water you heard.  

Wait...a stock tank with water, ’cleansed’...is he going to..baptize me?

“Cleansed? That’s been mentioned quite a bit in the dozens of letters I’ve been getting. Well, you would know, huh? Since you’re the one behind it all. What I don’t understand is why?” 

It came off as more sarcastic than you intended, but you didn’t really care. You had been terrified for weeks about the stalker. What would they do when they finally got to you? You haven’t truly felt alone in over a month, as if someone was always hiding in the shadows watching, waiting. Your anxiety has been through the roof and you’re in a nearly constant state of paranoia and fear. 

But, now that he was in front of you, you didn’t feel scared. You wanted answers.

“Because they don’t belong with our kind. Uniting our realms is blasphemy and will throw the human world into chaos.”

‘Don’t belong with our kind’..? Whoa, what the hell..

“Blasphemy? But, the Celestial Realm is on board with it. The angels in the exchange progr-” He cut you off before you could finish, his sudden booming voice echoed through the spacious warehouse, startling you.

He stood with his back to you, facing a long metal table that looked as if it used to be a conveyor or some other piece that once belonged to one of the old machines inside the long forgotten building.

“The exchange program was a joke! Those devils just needed a good cover to get their claws on our realm so they could take it over! Using their dirty tricks and magic to bring corruption and pollute us with sin.” He stared you down like a mad man while he yelled.

This was so bizarre, he sounded insane. Like, one of those people that wore tin foil hats. This version of Alex, the real one, was scary. You would’ve never guessed in a million years that this guy was the same one that you talked about the weather and current events with a few times a week.

“None of that is even remotely true! They just want to bring peace among the realms, to prove that they are not what all the harmful, hateful rhetoric claims they are. So we can all just co-exist! That was the entire point of the exchange program! To learn about the Devildom; it’s people and culture.” You fought back.

His face twisted up in disgust, visibly becoming more and more agitated every time you spoke. He stalked closer, stopping maybe six feet in front of you, staring at you intently.

“That kind of thinking is exactly why you need to be cleansed. You’re a human, or has being a demon whore and becoming the embodiment of sin made you forget that? You are nothing but a weak, powerless human to them. A pawn in their bigger plan, collateral damage if things went wrong.” 

You never cared what assumptions people made or the rumors they started regarding your stay in the Devildom. However, when the very demons you loved and cared about became the subject of people’s whispering, you were willing to fight with no intentions of backing down.

You, out of everyone, who had to live in the House of Lamentation for a year, escaped death from a couple of the brothers, helped them mend familial bonds, and held pacts with all of them, should know better than anyone, exactly who they are.

“You don’t know anything about them!” You yelled lurching forward as you filled with anger, lightly swinging back and forth where you were suspended, the thick chains above you clanking, “The things they’ve been through, they things they’ve seen. The sacrifices they had to make..” You heart ached for them. What happened during the Great Celestial War, their fall.. They’ve been through a great deal and they, along with the rest of the Devildom, are undeserving of such prejudiced hatred. 

“Being demons doesn’t automatically mean they are bad people, just like being human doesn’t make you good.” You stared him down, lacing venom in your words. He squinted his eyes at you, unhappy with your implications. “That fact was thoroughly proven during my time there. Some of kindest people I have ever met, as well as the people I love and cherish the most, are demons.”

You would forever stand behind the program, your now second home, and all the friends and loved ones you made along the way. No matter what this psycho could come up with, you would not be swayed. You knew them for who they are, all Alex knew was hatred.

He scoffed at your words, walking toward you as he shook his head in disgust, eyes boring into yours. He stopped just inches in front of your face. You held onto your resolve, staring back at him intently, not letting him see that you were completely terrified. It’s what he wanted; to feel superior and pass judgement on those he deemed unworthy.

You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction though; to feed his ego, his delusions. You refused to bow to fear, instead giving it all you had to make sure that if this was how it would end for you, you would fight against his prejudice and hatred until your final moments.

“We will start with the normal cleansing.” He backed away from you, confirming your suspicions as he gestured to the stock tank. “Although I think your soul might be too far gone for it to be completely effective.” He smiled wickedly as he turned around, going back to the table he’d been at earlier and picked up the same knife he’d held to you when he kidnapped you. The only other weapons you could see on the table were a baton and a taser. There was also a thick book you could only assume was a bible and a large jar of water. The most concerning however, was the gas can, thick work gloves, and what looked a lot like a body bag.

“This may call for a more extensive purification.” 

PART FOUR COMING SOON!

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Hey hey hey! These questions are different but hopefully fun!

Not Yet Wed Questions

Note: Great Scott! This week, we are going back in time to MC’s intern year. Think of Ethan’s relationship with them at this point and answer the following questions accordingly. It is entirely up to you when in year 1 this takes place (pre/post Miami, pre/post CH 15, etc). Feel free to answer with dialogue or pictures or both :) Have fun!

No worries. All of this is off the record and HR will never know!

The setting for this answers is:

For Both

When I first saw them, I thought__________

What is your coworker's most used swear word?

Quick: What color are their eyes?

Three people at work your coworker hates?

What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?

If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?

(Bonus round! Feel free to skip.)

Never have I Ever:

come into work hungover

had a fistfight

been kicked out of a bar

gotten a tattoo

broken someone’s heart

been in love

For MC (Ethan is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

What do you find the most impressive about him?

Last thing he texted you?

If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?

For Ethan (MC is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

What specifically do you find attractive about her?

Last thing she texted you?

If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?

Bree, Thank you so much for this GENIUS round! A trip down the memory lane, when they just began falling for each other, it was such a beautiful and painful time for them as well as for me. I had a blast, and even though these answers are a pure mess, I had way too much fun answering them. Hope you like them too❤️!

The setting for this answers is: A week and a half after Ethan leaves the Hospital. Land(rat)ry and has been exposed, but Ethan doesn't know about that yet. Also, this is pre-chapter 15.

For Both

When I first saw them, I thought__________

Pooja: Who goes first?

(Silence)

Pooja:...Fine. I'll go first. The first time, all I could notice was his Doctor's Coat and the stern expression that he carried. It was my first day, I was running late, I had a patient who had collapsed in front of me. So obviously I was a bundle of nerves. And seeing a very strict attending really did not help. I was freaking out and kept repeating "Concentrate, Pooja, Concentrate" in my head.

Ethan: So when you saw me, you freaked out?

Pooja: Quite obviously so.

(After a pause) What did you think I would have thought? That you were handsome? (winks)

Ethan: (Caught by surprise) I- Uh- That's not...

(Centers himself with a deep breath) That would have been highly inappropriate.

Pooja: (Smiles in Satisfaction) Your turn, Doc. Or maybe, Ex-Doc, Right?

Ethan: (Ignoring her) I thought you were amateur. Better than most interns on their first days but still, slow and confused.

Pooja: And hence can the nickname "Rookie"?

Ethan: Yes, hence Rookie.

What is your coworker's most used swear word?

Ethan: I haven't heard her swear a lot, but the times I have, it's always either "Shit" or "Fuck".

Pooja: For him, it's mostly "Godammit" and on rare occasions, "Fuck". If he uses "Fuck" for an occasion, you know it's serious.

Quick: What color are their eyes?

(In unison, without missing a beat)

Pooja: Ice Blue

Ethan: Amber

(Ethan stares at Pooja, bewildered)

Pooja: What? (With a faux expression of sadness) Are you surprised that my observation skills actually exist?

Ethan: (He seems to regret his expression and tries straightens himself quickly) No, Of Course Not, I do not doubt your skills. (He smiles, but the surprise never leaves his features) It's just that no one ever-

(He looks at her, holding her gaze. They both seem unable look away... Until Ethan breaks eye contact and they concentrate back on the questions)

Three people at work your coworker hates?

Pooja: Can I name three people he doesn't hate? Possibly even that would be a large count.

Ethan: I don't hate anyone.

Pooja: Yaa, I know. You don't care about them enough to even have an opinion about them. Which is even worse than hatred, actually.

Ethan: (Rolls his eyes, but doesn't quite disagree) Dr Sharma and Hatred, on the other hand, is a combination I never have had the opportunity to observe.

Pooja: (A frown appears on her forehead and her jaw clenches tightly. She looks down, trying to control anger coursing through her body)

Ethan: (Looks at her with an eyebrow raised) Am I missing out on something?

Pooja: (Tries her best to keep her voice calm) Nope, nothing.

(Ethan notices that something is wrong, but decides not to push her further)

What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?

Ethan: Dr Sharma, has a peculiar habit of always humming a song whenever she is writing or typing something. And every time, it's something different. I don't know about endearing, but it's definitely annoying.

Pooja: Please, you should be grateful that you have a walking, talking Spotify who supplies you with new music ad free and you don't even have to pay for premium.

Ethan: You think that you are hilarious, don't you?

Pooja: Oh, I AM hilarious (Rolls her eyes)

Ethan: (Laughs) You said that with an eye roll.

Pooja: And you laughed. So, Point Proved.

Ethan: (Shakes his head with the smile still on face)

Pooja: As for Dr Ramsey, whenever he has to deal with interns, he pulls out all the sarcasm he has, murmurs "Interns" with an annoyed sigh every time one of them begin to speak, and his intensity of rolling eyes increases by at least ten times. (Turning to Ethan) How did you like my description?

E: (Rolls his eyes) Accurate.

If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?

Ethan: (Scoffs) Crushes... Juvenility at its best.

Pooja: (Opens her mouth to speak)

Ethan: Are you really going to answer the question? Because I am not.

Pooja: You do you and I do I.

(Begins to speak) I think Dr Ramsey has a crush on... (her voice cracks, and a sudden sadness overcome her once happy features. She is unable to complete the sentence and Ethan is unable to look at her)

Ethan: (After a long moment of silence, still not looking at Pooja) Can we please go to the next question?

Never have I Ever:

On the announcement of this round, Pooja brightens up a bit.

Never have I evers have always been one of her favourite games, so there was not a chance in hell she was going to skip the chance of learning about Ethan's secrets.

She turns to Ethan, who's turns to her and raises and eyebrow. His confused face is a precious scene and she cannot help but let out a giggle at it.

Ethan: And what is this now?

Pooja: I was going to ask if you have never watched those celebrity interviews but (she giggles) you and those, don't go together. At all

Ethan: Why would anyone want to answer stupid questions? And Why would someone want to watch them answer those?

Pooja: Because it's fun Dr Terminator. There is fun hidden in stupid things as such.

Ethan: (doesn't speak anything, but gives a small smile while thinking about her words)

Pooja: (takes the smile as a sign) So you are ready.

Ethan: When did I say so?

Pooja: You don't need to word your thoughts for me to know (gives him a smile)

(They hold each other's gaze for a while before Ethan coughs and turn away)

Pooja: (A tinge of sadness in her tone) Okay (coughs) So usually Never have I ever is a drinking game-

Ethan: A drinking game during office hours? (Raises an eyebrow)

Pooja: Says someone who doesn't even work at the office. (She looks at him once before continuing) But we are going to change it up a bit. Sienna, my friend has baked cupcakes today, so I thought why not use them instead? If the answer is yes, they don't get to take a bite from the cupcake. I it's no, then-

Ethan: You get a bite. You will always look for excuses to eat the pastries, won't you?

Pooja: See, you know me well.

(For a while, it seems as if Ethan regrets his statement, but soon he schools his features and any such indication is gone)

come into work hungover

Both Ethan & Pooja sit still, cupcakes intact.

Pooja: (Looks at him, amazed)

Ethan: (Raises an eyebrow)

Pooja: And here I was expecting a sarcastic remark about professionalism.

Ethan: We all have our days, Dr Sharma. Today's yours.

Pooja: It sure is (winks)

had a fistfight

Again, both of them sit still, no one making a move towards their cupcakes.

Pooja: But, it was back in high school, so...

(She moves to take a bite, when)

Ethan: Hey!

Pooja: What?

Ethan: You made the rules but that does not give you an allowance to break the rules.

Pooja: Look at you, getting all competitive over Never have I ever.

Ethan: Absolutely Not. I was just ensuring that the rules are being followed.

Pooja: Suure.

been kicked out of a bar

Both of them take a bite.

Pooja: Finally!

Ethan: (Rolls his eyes while trying to suppress a smile at the site of her getting all excited for a cupcake)

gotten a tattoo

Ethan takes a bite.

Pooja: I think you need to get one.

Ethan: Absolutely not.

Pooja: Don't worry I will let your significant other whenever they arrive, know that they have to make you get one.

(Even if said jokingly, the sentence fills the air with suffocating silence, that is only broken when the next question is asked)

broken someone’s heart

Pooja takes a bite. Ethan looks on.

Pooja: Dr Ramsey?

Ethan: Huh?

Pooja: Aren't you going to take a bite?

Ethan: (after a while) ...No. I am Not.

been in love

(Ethan goes to take a bite, just as...)

Pooja: Dr Ramsey?

Ethan: What is it?

Pooja: Look, I know it's against the rules, but can I pleaseee take a bite from your side?

Ethan: And why would I let you do that?

Pooja: Because A. You know I love cupcakes, B. You are my friend and C. Because I am asking you super sweetly. So, pleeaase? (She looks at him with puppy eyes)

Ethan: (After a momentary pause) ...Fine

Pooja: Thank you Dr Ramsey, You're the best Dr Ramsey-

Ethan: Do you stop or do I have to get a remote to shut you up?

(Pooja laughs, having succeeded in her mission. And before Ethan can stop himself, a smile breaks out on his face as well)

For MC (Ethan is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

Professionally I see him coming back to medicine. Maybe Soon, Maybe Later. But I cannot imagine him living the rest of his life away from medicine. This is where he finds his calm. Amidst complex cases that challenge his genius. I also visualize him working on another book, or assisting WHO with its endeavors.

Personally (She pauses, takes a deep breath, and another, and another) I, uh... see him happy. Most probably not married, but in a relationship full of care and satisfaction. He may even start believing in love (laughs) I can't predict the future, but I hope that he finds someone worthy of him. Someone whom he can love without having to constantly worry of a mishap, without questioning all his principles, without retching a battle in his mind. Someone... who can return his care and affection in ten folds (a tear escapes out of the corner of her eye, but she wipes it off as quickly as she can)

What do you find the most impressive about him?

Impressive about him? Everything. But especially the kind of doctor he is. For someone who's so genius, it is commonly thought that he would look down on others, berate others on the basis of his excellence and his achievements, be arrogant and rude. But, he is an entire opposite.

Humble, caring, compassionate. Yes, maybe he gives interns an earful from time to time, but he never demotivates them. He is a great teacher, one who knows to keep his feelings apart from his work. To him everyone is equal, even if people suspect him of favoritism. His care and concern for his patients, it's an inspiration for me.

Last thing he texted you?

I...haven't really got any recent texts (or replies, she mumbles) from him. The last one he sent was the day we got back from Miami after the medical conference, which says, "Let me know when you get home safe, okay?"

If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?

(A small, humorless laugh) He wouldn't ask me out. Definitely not in this life. I am sure he regrets what happened- (Sighs)

I am too complicated of a case for him to pursue.

But, if, in a hypothetical, like, really hypothetical situation, he did ask me, I would say yes. In a heartbeat, to be exact.

For Ethan (MC is not there)

Where do you see her in five years (both professionally and in her personal life?)

Rookie, I mean Dr Sharma, has impeccable talent. And she has more than proved herself during the time I was at the hospital. If she strives hard, and keeps up her hard work, I am sure she can achieve all she wants to. Maybe even restart the Diagnostics Team as a leader. I know she has a bright career in front of her, and as her mentor, I will help her achieve it in every way I can.

Bree: And personally?

Uh... Happy. She will definitely be happy, with someone who can make her smile her dazzling smile, who can give her the best life she deserves, and stand with her through thick and thin. Someone who doesn't break her heart due to their own... flaws. Someone,

Someone who can love her.

What specifically do you find attractive about her?

Ethan: Attractive? She is my intern, why would you expect me to make a statement as such?

Bree: So you don't think she is attractive?

Ethan: Of course I do. She has a sparkle in her eyes, the passion for medicine evident. The way she smiles when she talks to patients, the way she reassures them, how-

(He stops on his track. Regrets his words. Pinching the bridge of his nose he signals to go onto the next question)

Last thing she texted you?

"You know you can just tell me if you don't want me to text you. It would hurt, but this silence, the feeling of shouting into a void, it hurts more."

(He doesn't expand on it. Just sits for a while, looking at the cell phone, before turning it off and placing it aside)

If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?

Ethan: She Wouldn't... Not after what I- (he sighs)

Maybe in another life, if I am lucky enough, I would say yes. But now....

It's a risk. And I can say from experience that it would not end well. The harm it may cause, the hurt I may cause...

She doesn't deserve it.

Bree: But there are no more professional complications now that you have quit, Dr Ramsey. Then why do you feel as such?

Ethan: It's about personal complications.

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[jimakuchan]

And They Were Roommates...

Part Fifty

The village of Gaipan was a sleepy town, surrounded by a gorgeous landscape filled with some of the tallest redwood trees Zuko had ever seen. If it weren’t for the stressful situation he found himself in, he might have taken a moment to appreciate the beauty of the sun sinking into the horizon amongst the tree tops.. but unfortunately now was not the time to take in the wonders of nature around him. 

“Uncle would be so disappointed” Zuko thought to himself. Iroh always chastised him for not appreciating the little things in life, but everything happening right now was not a little thing. It was a very big thing. A possibly life changing thing was about to happen to Zuko, and despite the pep talk Aang and Sokka gave him, Zuko’s leg was shaking from nerves. He could feel his hands clamming up, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was clenching his fist, and his entire body was on edge... waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

The entrance to the camp sight was just around the corner, and Katara was taking her time with driving on the uneven dirt road. It took everything within Zuko’s power to not yell at her to speed up. His friends were here doing him a favor, he needed to be patient. He took a deep breath in, holding it in his lungs, relishing in the burn before he let the air escape out his mouth. Memories of the text conversations running rampant in his head, the fear that he was too late sitting comfortably in the forefront of his mind. 

“Just stay calm, everything will be alright” Zuko heard his mother’s voice in his head, but it felt like a lie. How long had he been lying to himself? About his feelings towards Y/N, his family, his friends, Spirits his life? Everything felt like it was spiraling out of control. What was that exercise Aang taught him again? In for four out for four? Mindfulness? Zuko couldn’t remember and frankly didn’t really care to at the moment. 

“We’re here” Katara’s voice echoed throughout the SUV. Zuko felt it then, the drop. His stomach was swirling inside of him and he felt the bile rise up his throat. It was now or never. Zuko felt so sure of himself when he sprinted outside of the apartment earlier today, where did that energy go?

“Are you okay man?” Sokka placed his hand on Zuko’s shoulder, a reassuring touch that he so desperately needed. It grounded Zuko, and he started to believe the lie his thoughts told him moments ago.

“Yes” Zuko replied, Sokka furrowed his brows but didn’t comment on it any further.

“Okay then let’s go!” Sokka’s face broke out into a wide grin, how he managed to stay so calm and collected all the time was beyond him. 

“Yea go get your girl Sparky!” Toph shouted from the middle seat. Zuko looked around at the faces of his friends, hope filled all of their eyes. He wished he could have an ounce of their faith. With a deep sigh he exited the car, taking his first step in the dirt and looked at the campsite around him. The rest of the gaang followed suit soon after. 

“Do you know what cabin she’s in?” Suki asked as they were walking towards the small campsite. A litter of log cabins surrounded the large fire pit in the center. It was a pretty decent place for a corporate retreat, something Zuko might even consider doing in the future. That is, if this all ended well. He didn’t think he could handle visiting the place where he was painfully rejected within a business setting.

“Not sure I just know it’s the women’s cabin. I’m sure we could ask someone.” Katara answered. She sounded sure of herself, but the way she was fidgeting with her bag gave her away. She was nervous too, and that’s when it dawned on him. Jet. The bane of their existence was here, and Katara hadn’t seen him since he caught him cheating on her with Y/N. Zuko admired her bravery. He had talked this out with Y/N, how much what Jet did to them hurt her, but he didn’t dwell on it too much with Katara. The possibility of running into him must be bothering her. Aang must have picked up on Katara’s nerves too, because he went to go hold her hand and kissed her cheek. Katara smiled at the gesture, and Zuko hated the jealous feeling that crept into his gut. 

He wished he could be that way with Y/N, to hold her hand and kiss her cheek when she was feeling down. Did they know the gift they possessed? To be unapologetically affectionate with each other? They must know. Zuko could see it when they looked at each other. He just hoped that he could have that in his future with Y/N.

“Over there! That’s Y/N’s cooler on the porch!” Zuko looked to where Suki was pointing. The cabin to the far left of the fire pit must be hers. The bright red cooler filled to the brim with stickers sat neatly next to the front door of the cabin; he could see the bright yellow EI sticker she bought from Ember Island on the front. Before he even realized his feet were moving, Zuko sprinted towards the cabin. He nearly tripped on the rickety steps on his way in. With a bit too much of his strength, Zuko slammed open the cabin door.

“Y/N?” Zuko shouted inside. The cabin itself was decent, four beds lined the back wall with a wide window separating each pair of beds. The bed next to the window had Y/N’s duffel bag resting at the edge of it. A kitchenette was to the right, filled with the snacks Y/N bought for the trip. To the left was a small table with a few chairs, Y/N’s travel mug sat on top of it in the center. Yep, this was definitely hers.

“She’s not here” Zuko nearly jumped out of his skin from the voice that sounded too close to his liking. He turned around to see a short woman with a blunt bob haircut. Her bandana was slipping off her forehead nearly covering her eyes, where she wore an annoyed expression on her face. Smellerbee.

“Where is she?” Zuko asked mirroring the other woman’s annoyance. He didn’t have time for small talk.

“You think I’m going to tell a total stranger the location of my coworker? You must be dumber than you look.” Smellerbee responded with a huff. Zuko narrowed his eyes at the small woman in front of him. If this was any other circumstance he would have been grateful that she was protecting Y/N, but at the moment Zuko only felt rage.

“I’m Y/N’s roommate and I need to talk to her. It’s important.” Smellerbee looked at Zuko like she’d rather be anywhere else than where she was, and it was really testing his patience.

“She left to go to the lake with Jet awhile ago. You follow that path behind the cabin and it’s a straight shot.” 

“Thank you” Zuko brushed passed Smellerbee and ran towards the path, nearly knocking into his friends in the process. He could hear the shouts of his friends behind him, but Zuko didn’t pay any attention to them. It was like he had tunnel vision as he ran through the trees towards the lake. The wind whipped through his long dark hair, sweat forming at the tip of his brow. The trees blurred together as he raced down the path. If Zuko was paying better attention he might have noticed the rustle in the bushes to his right, but he wasn’t paying attention at all. So when he collided into the hard body in front of him, Zuko was knocked flat on his ass.

“Spirits watch where the hell you’re going!” Zuko could recognize that voice anywhere. That arrogant tone only belonged to one person, and it was the last person on Earth that he wanted to see.

“Jet” Zuko gritted out through his teeth.

“That’s my name don’t wear it out” He responded with a curt laugh. Jet stood up and brushed the dirt off his pants and extended a hand to the man on the forest floor. Zuko took it as Jet helped him to his feet. He might hate the guy, but he didn’t want to give Jet the satisfaction of knowing his mere presence bothered him to no end.

“Where’s Y/N?” Zuko asked, aggravation flooding his voice. Jet didn’t respond at first, and just stared at him. He eyed Zuko up and down, as if to size him up. Jet just laughed again, and Zuko was one step away from punching him in the nose. 

“Oh wouldn’t you like to know?” 

“I don’t have time for your bullshit Jet, just tell me where she is” Zuko took a step forward, towering over Jet’s figure. He took great satisfaction in the gulp Jet took when he did. “Good” Zuko thought to himself, “I hope you’re nervous you fucking prick.” 

“I’ll tell you where she is...” Jet paused, and Zuko’s patience meter dropped to a near zero. “Eventually...”

“You will tell me now. I’m not taking no for an answer” Zuko clenched his fists, ready to force his way past Jet if he was going to waste his time. 

“Let’s have a chat first, man to man. It’s been long overdue...” Zuko was about to walk past him when Jet grabbed onto his wrist. “Besides... I have some information you’d want to know concerning Y/N” 

Zuko could feel his heart sink at such a simple statement. Information. He knew that Jet couldn’t be trusted, but Zuko couldn’t resist his curiosity. He turned around to face the man he loathed, a smug look painted his face as he dropped Zuko’s arm.

“You have 2 minutes, don’t waste it” Zuko crossed his arms across his chest, waiting for the other man to speak. Jet tilted his head towards the fallen tree off the side of the path, beckoning Zuko to follow. The silence was thick as they both sat on the rotting tree, rays of remaining daylight peaking through the trees that surround them. It was eerie, how quiet it was. Just the whistling wind around them to break up the unforgiving silence. 

“I know you hate me, but I just want you to listen for a bit. Then you can be on your merry way” he began, Zuko just stared waiting for him to continue. Jet took a deep breath, fiddling with the toothpick between his teeth. Gross.

“I just wanted to apologize to you, for what I did. It was fucked up and I’m sorry” That... was not what Zuko was expecting, his eyes widening in surprise. So this was what he wanted to discuss? 

“I was.. an angry person back then. I felt like you’re family personally ruined mine. To be fair I was right, but it was just your dad. Not you. It wasn’t your fault that your dad and his company evicted my family. Hell he kicked out his own son, why would he care about kids from the projects?” 

Zuko remembered the day Jet found out who his father was. Before then they were friends, two boys pissed at the world and the cards they were dealt in life. They use to sneak out at night, and roam the streets; stealing booze from liquor stores, smoking pot in parking lots, and just relishing in the feeling of being young and angry. Zuko felt that Jet was the first thing that was his and his alone. Jet chose to befriend him, not out of obligation because of his sister, at least that’s what he felt at the time. They shared secrets in the dark, with only the neon lights of the city keeping them company. Yes, Zuko never told him who is father was, but he did tell him a lot of the abuse he faced. How he was afraid to come home and face his father’s wrath. How he used to wish for anything to stop the pain. He cried in front of Jet that day, and Jet held him and told him he felt the same. That all changed when Jet found out about Ozai. He called Zuko to come out like normal, but instead of the promise of cheap thrills he lead him to an alleyway and beat the shit out of him. Zuko held his own, and eventually got the best of him, but the price of winning the fight was losing his best friend. He told himself he’d never forgive him for what he had done that night, and now the same boy, now a man, is next to him once again with the sun setting around them asking for forgiveness. 

“Fuck man you were my best friend.. and I threw it all away for what? Something completely out of your control? Because of someone you hated as much as I did? Losing you is one of my biggest regrets.. close second is what I did to Katara and Y/N” Jet hung his head low, his shoulders tense as he hunched over. Zuko didn’t know what to say at that moment, stunned into silence. He understood what Jet was feeling, succumbing to anger is much easier than processing other emotions: sadness, guilt, pain. Over time the anger just becomes a part of you, and it lashes out. Jet didn’t have anyone to help him move on from that like Zuko did.. he was alone. 

“I’m so fucking sorry Zuko. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness.. like I don’t deserve Y/N’s.. but I want to try and be better. I know my apologies and promises in the past have been empty and hallow.. but I can’t keep doing that shit anymore it’s exhausting” Jet looked at Zuko then, his eyes shining from unshed tears. Jet was asking for forgiveness now, like Zuko had done many years ago. 

“I forgive you. For what you did to me..” Jet visibly deflated, finally releasing the breath he had been holding in, his body sagged in relief. 

“I don’t know if we could ever be as close as we were before... but if you’re willing to try I am. On a few conditions...”

“Name it” 

“Stop acting like a total ass to Y/N. That shit needs to end” Zuko requested.

“Done”

“You also need to apologize to Katara, she’s one of my closest friends and I can’t be friends with you if you haven’t done that. She won’t forgive you as easily as I did, and she may never do and that’s her right. You still need to though, it’s what she deserves.” Jet visibly shivered, an angry Katara was a terrifying sight, but he nodded in agreement nonetheless. 

“And finally you need to tell me where Y/N is” Jet laughed at this, but it wasn’t the smug laugh he used before. It was genuine this time.

“She’s sitting at the dock by the lake, at least that’s where she was when I left her.” He nodded and put a hand on Jet’s shoulder, the two men shared a moment of peace before Zuko went to stand up. Before he walked away Zuko turned to Jet and put out his hand, his way of extending an olive branch to the man he once called his best friend. Jet accepted it with a smile and they shook on it, what ‘it’ was neither of them knew.. but it was something. Change? Moving on? Something along those lines.

Zuko was the first to let go and turned to walk down the path, the sun light fading quickly. Before he got too far Zuko remembered he had one more thing to ask. 

“Hey Jet!” Zuko shouted, Jet turned around surprised.

“What?” he shouted back.

“You’re not dating Y/N again are you?” Zuko questioned, he needed to know before he made a complete fool of himself in front of the woman he loved. Jet let out a full belly laugh, nearly folding himself in half. Zuko quirked an eyebrow, unsure of what was so funny.

“Is that why you hauled your ass out in the middle of nowhere? You thought I made a move on her? Nah I wanted to apologize like I did with you. As if she’d ever take my ass back.” Zuko sighed with relief, but before he turned around Jet spoke again.

“The only bones she wants to jump are yours!” Zuko felt the heat rise to his cheeks, a smile growing on his face. He only hoped Jet was right as he ran further down the path towards the lake. 

As Zuko ran towards the lake the smile never left his face. He couldn’t ignore it anymore, Y/N definitely felt the same as he did. He could do this, he could finally tell her how he felt. With newly found confidence Zuko ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He could see the lake through the trees, he was close, so close to her. One more turn and he’d be there. 

When he finally made it to the small beach surrounding the lake Zuko whipped his head around desperately trying to find the dock. It was getting dark, both the sun and moon shared the same sky when he saw it. Saw her. 

Y/N was sitting at the edge of the dock, her feet dipped in the inky black water beneath her. The golden light of dusk shined on her hair as it swayed with the wind, her skin glowing as if she was made of stained glass. Zuko took a moment to admire her from afar as she sat blissfully unaware of his presence. He slowly walked towards her, gathering every ounce of courage he had.

“Y/N!” Zuko yelled out as he got closer to the dock. Y/N jumped, clearly surprised at his sudden outburst.

“Zuko? What are you doing here?” Y/N asked as she pulled her feet out of the water. She slowly stood up, trying not to put too much weight on her bad ankle. 

As Zuko got closer he thought about what he was going to say to her. He thought about how she took his breath away when he first laid eyes on her, how her smile lit up her face. He thought about all the little things he loved about her, how her nose scrunched up when she laughed and when she was annoyed. How she liked to dance around the apartment in her pajamas when she was stressed out. How she put way too much much sugar in her tea, and how she cried when she watched videos of baby ducks. He loved how much his Uncle loved her, his friends, and even though she would never admit it, his sister as well. He loved how she was patient, not only with others but with herself as well. He loved that she knew how to bring the best out of him, and how she was the reason he reconnected with the gaang. In such a short amount of time she became one of the most important people in his life. He wanted to tell her all of this and more.. but instead he said:

“I brought you the bracelet I made you” Zuko reached into his pocket and fished out the friendship bracelet he made with Kiyi. It was a pathetic little thing really, the pattern was inconsistent and the knots at the end were way too big, but he made it for her because he loved her. 

“You came all this way... to give me a bracelet?” Y/N asked, her head tilted to the side in confusion. Zuko wanted to smack himself, he barely even started and was already failing miserably.

“Um no that’s ugh, not the only reason” Y/N was looking at him waiting for him to continue. Zuko could feel himself drowning. “Why is this so hard? It’s simple. Three words. I. Love. You. Wait should I say I’m in love with you instead? Y/N says I love you to her friends all the time. What if she says I love you back but she means it in a friend way? I don’t mean it in a friend way. Shit I’ve been quiet too long. Say something you fucking idiot!!”  

“Zuko are you alright? Are you coming down with something you’re really red” Y/N raised her hand to feel his forehead but Zuko caught it. She furrowed her brows together, her eyes piercing right through him as he stood their awkwardly holding her wrist. The sky was turning dark, the only source of light was the moon that rose above them. It was late and he was wasting precious time. 

“Fuck it” Zuko said as he dropped her arm taking a step towards her, closing the insufferable distance between them. 

“What are you talking abou-” Y/N was interrupted with the feeling of Zuko’s lips on hers. It was chaste, but not without feeling. Instantly Zuko melted into it, her lips were as soft as he imagined so many times before. The skin on her cheeks felt warm under his hands where he gently held them, but before Y/N could even register what was happening Zuko pulled himself away, gracefully resting his forehead on hers. Zuko opened his eyes to see Y/N’s eyes blown wide in surprise,

“I’m in love with you. Spirits, I’m so in love with you Y/N” Zuko wished he had a camera then, because the look on Y/N’s face he wished he couple capture forever. He tried to memorize the details of her face, the way her eyes sparkled in the star light, the little gasp she let out that he could taste on his tongue, but most of all he wishes he could capture the smile she gave him. It fit her so beautifully in a way that only she could. She let out a little laugh, the one that made her nose scrunch up in the way he adored. 

“What took you so long?”  Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed all over his face, every inch she could. She kissed his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, his scar, his lips, his lips, his lips, over and over again until they were both gasping for air. Y/N’s heart was so full she felt as if it would burst at any moment. 

“In case you couldn’t tell, I love you too Zuko” Y/N giggled in between kisses. Zuko wrapped her arms around her waist pulling her closer to him. Even then he felt it wasn’t close enough. Zuko slowly felt his way up her back, trailing his fingers up her spine, touching her in the way he always wanted to. One arm remained tightly wound across her waist, while the other caressed the base of her head. Y/N gently moaned at the feeling and Zuko swallowed it. He wanted to take everything she was willing to give, nothing more and nothing less. Zuko wondered if she could feel his heart pounding in his chest, as Y/N wondered the same. 

They were in their own little world, completely oblivious to everything around them. Zuko and Y/N weren’t paying attention to the fact that they weren’t alone anymore. Neither of them heard the splash towards the other end of the dock, or cared to notice Sokka flailing in the water with Katara standing above him looking very pleased with herself.   

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A/N: FIFTY CHAPTERS AND THEY FINALLY KISS!!!!! CAN I GET A HELL YEA!!!!! This series is my baby and I'm so beyond thrilled that we made it!! I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter 💕

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[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Intermingle: part 2

Pairing: dom! yoongi x inexperienced reader ft. Taehyung

Warnings: co-workers to lovers, angst, smut, public sex, dry humping, thigh riding, oral (f) receiving, oral (m) receiving, cum swallowing, fingering, daddy kink, fluff, teasing, protected/ unprotected sex (stay safe always)

Rating: 18 and over

“Fuck daddy yes. Please, just like that!” You yank at Yoongi’s hair, shamelessly grinding against his erection while he tugs and sucks on your nipples. He growls against your soft flesh, the sounds of you reaching your climax seemingly driving him wild. “God, I need you inside of me daddy, please!” You beg. He releases your nipple from his lips, looking up at you with lust in his eyes. He licks his lips, opening his mouth to speak. “Meow! Meow! Meow!” You look at him in confusion. “What?”

*Meow! Meooorrrrwww! *

You stretch your entire body, rolling over to see you have 15 minutes left on your alarm, too bad your cat hadn’t picked up on that notion. “No Frenchie! Go back to bed!” You grumble. She leaps up onto your bed now, kneading into your belly. You whine from under the covers. “I’m gonna give you away you pest.” You threaten, jumping up from the bed causing her to leap to the ground. You stamp into the kitchen and prep her breakfast. She happily noms away allowing you to pet her as she does. You head back to your room to turn off your alarm and get ready for a shower when an idea pops into your head. You grab you phone from the side table and sit down on your bed, removing your pajama top. You pull your hair forward, making sure to cover your breasts so just a bit of nipple shows through, and you snap a couple of selfies. You review them, choosing your favorite and send it to Yoongi with the caption ‘I woke up so wet thinking of you daddy.’ You sit for a moment, biting your lip, waiting for a response and then wonder to yourself if he would even be awake this early, seeing as how he is always late for work. With no response you hop in the shower, emerging fresh and clean. You dress in black dress pants, a white button-down shirt, and black cardigan, keeping it open instead of buttoned up. After applying some makeup and straightening your hair you head out the door. Your phone finally buzzes, and excitement fills your belly only to be crushed by a text from Becca, informing you she will be out the rest of the week. You frown and shove your phone in your bag.

A loud honk startles you, “Excuse me miss, I heard someone was in need of a cleanup crew?” You turn to the voice and smile wide at Yoongi driving slowly beside you as you walk. “Get in beautiful.” You wait for him to stop and hop in. “You missed more than a few buttons today.” He teases. “Oh shush.” He laughs leaning towards you to plant a soft kiss on your lips. “You didn’t answer my text!” You shove him away. “Of course, I did. Surprise!” He waves his hands in the air. “So, you came all the way over here, because of my photo?” You give him a suspicious look. He nods. “Uh, yeah, I did. Do you think I wake this early cause I like to? When I saw the picture, I had to make sure you hadn’t lost you mind completely after last night. Can’t have you revolting you know. First, it’s the shoulders, a little bit of thigh, and then it’s free the nipple.” You laugh out loud at his comment. “I love you,” You giggle, covering your mouth quickly, “I mean, like your humor. Not that I actually love you. It's just an expression that I use. I’m sorry, I’m over explaining.” He gives you a sly smile but says nothing. Your heart races in your chest and you begin to shake your leg nervously. “Wanna grab some coffee before we get to the office?” He asks, resting his hand gently on your shaking leg and giving it a comforting squeeze. You look at him and he winks at you. “Calm down kitten. Daddy’s got you.” You immediately stop shaking your leg, swallowing slowly. “Yeah, sure, coffee sounds nice.” He nods and focuses back on the road. You arrive at the office garage and your nerves kick in. “Maybe we should go up separately, so people don’t think anything.” Yoongi looks over at you puzzled. “What would people think? That one coworker gave another a ride to work?” “You know what I mean Yoongi.” “No, I don’t. Do you not want to be seen with me because that’s the vibe I’m getting?” You scoff at his accusation. “That’s not true.” “Good, so let’s get up there. I think this will be the first time I’m on time in like a year.”

You both arrive upstairs to find the boss standing by your desk. “Ah, Y/N, Yoongi! Good morning. Y/N, I need you to come with me and meet the new guy. He is just a temp tester we will have here until Rebecca comes back; he will be working on the other games we have launching. I’ll need you to show him the ropes, lend him your expertise, show him some of the cool things we’ve been working on with the new game. I’m counting on you.” You nod, following behind the boss to the conference room, Yoongi not far behind. “Taehyung, this is Y/N, and this is Yoongi, he’s in graphics. They are actually on a team together working on the new game.” Your face drops as Taehyung greets you with a smile. “What the fuck?” Yoongi whispers under his breath. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you both. I’m excited to help out.” “Taehyung here is my soon to be son in law.” You and Yoongi both look at each other and then to Taehyung. “Now I trust you will take good care of him Y/N. Yoongi, you can get to work. Have a good day everyone.” Your boss walks out, leaving the three of you to stare at one another. “Hello Jagi.” “Don’t call her that.” Yoongi all but growls. “Min Yoongi, right? Nice to see you again. I thought I heard him say you could get to work, no?” Taehyung smirks at Yoongi. You turn to face Yoongi, who is staring daggers into Taehyung. “Please, just go. Its ok. I’m fine.” He shrugs and pulls you towards him. Your body tenses. “You know I don’t trust that guy.” He whispers. “I know but let’s not draw unneeded attention to ourselves. You can trust me. Come on Yoongi, don’t tell me your jealous?” You giggle, trying to lighten the mood but soon stop once you notice Yoongi’s stern face. “You have absolutely no reason to be jealous Yoongi.” He nods, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Well, I’ll see you at lunch yeah?” He looks you over. “Uh, I don’t know. I have to train him and show him what Becca has been working on.” You tell him. “Yeah, and you have to eat.” Yoongi snaps. The jealousy in Yoongi causes you alarm, he always seems so confident, you couldn’t imagine him being threatened by another man. You give him a smile, hoping it will help him feel more comfortable. “Don’t smile at me like that. This isn’t a game. I’ll see you at lunch.” Yoongi declares, giving Taehyung a dirty look before walking off.  

You turn to face Taehyung, “Did I hear that right? Did he say soon to be SON in law?” Taehyung nods. “So, all this time the woman you were fucking behind my back was my boss’ daughter?” “I didn’t know that then Jagi. I only just realized,” You laugh at his words, “You have to believe me.” He urges, moving towards you. “I don’t have to do anything.” “Tell me Jagi, is that Min Yoongi your boyfriend now?” “And if he is?” You cross your arms. “Has he told you then?” “Told me what?” “That he slept with my fiancé?” You heart drops to the pit of your stomach. “He mentioned that he had a one-night stand with the boss’ daughter.” “Yeah, well, imagine my surprise when she threw it my face that she too had an affair. We had a terrible fight, and she says to me that I’m not the only one with prospects. Then she gives me a name, Min Yoongi, and at first, I’m trying to figure out where I know the name from. Well, when it hit me, I was shocked to say the least Jagi.” “Hurts doesn’t it? Getting cheated on?” You spew. “It does. What hurts more though is doubting whether the child your fiancé is carrying is yours. Tell me Jagi, how well do you really know him? I told you I had a bad feeling about him. You shouldn’t trust him.” Tears burn at the back of your eyes and you begin to stutter. “No, you're wrong. It’s your baby.” You say shakily. Taehyung says nothing, instead just shrugs, seemingly unbothered. “Excuse me. I have to go to the restroom.” You run out of the conference room and straight to the bathroom. Once locked in you begin to quietly sob. Surely Yoongi would’ve mentioned impregnating some girl, wouldn’t he? You keep your hand over your mouth to hold back your cries. You soon gather yourself, checking your makeup in the mirror. “I won’t let him do this to me. Not anymore.” You say to yourself in the mirror. You escape the restroom and head to your desk to find Taehyung already seated at Rebecca’s desk. “I didn't mean to upset you. Look, he doesn’t know about us, my father-in-law I mean. I’d like to keep it that way.” You nod. “Sure. I'll keep my mouth shut if you keep yours shut, about Yoongi and I.” He eyes you suspiciously. “So, he is your boyfriend?” “I never said that. Now, Let’s focus on your training.” You clear your throat and turn to your computer, an alert popping up on the screen.

Minyoon93: How’s it going? I figure we go out for lunch today. BBQ place? I'll grill you a nice steak.

You sniffle a bit reading Yoongi's message. Your heart pounding thinking of what Taehyung alleged. “I could definitely go for some BBQ.” Taehyung says, reading over your shoulder. You close the window off. “What are you doing? You are not coming to lunch with us. Go back to your station.” You suck your teeth at him. “Oh, Jagi but I am, you didn’t think I took this position because of you, did you? No, it’s because I intend to make Min Yoongi’s life a living hell. I’m going to make things so bad for him, he won’t make it to launch. So,” He leans in close, hate in his eyes, “write him back and tell him you’d love to join him for lunch. Let’s say around noon.” He smiles, moving back towards Rebecca’s desk. “And if I don’t?” He snorts at your attempt to boldness. “Then I tell your boss all about you and Yoongi and we both know how bad he’s been itching to fire his ass.” “Who are you Kim Taehyung? I feel like I never knew you at all.” Taehyung gives you a thin smile. “I’m sorry Jagi. I wish you weren’t involved but since you are all I can ask is that you stay out of my way.” You immediately feel sick to your stomach, had you truly not known Taehyung at all? You needed to warn Yoongi without potentially ruining his position here at work.

Noon rolls around and Yoongi arrives promptly to pick you up. “Lunch time already? Time flies when you have an amazing teacher training you all day.” Taehyung stretches, smiling brightly at Yoongi. “Sorry friend, you're not invited.” He informs Taehyung, reaching out his hand for you to grab. “Oh, Jagi invited me. Didn't want me to feel left out. This wasn't a date was it?” He chuckles. Yoongi shoots you an annoyed look and starts for the elevator without you. You roll your eyes at Taehyung who wiggles his brows at you, following you to the elevator. “BBQ, right?” Taehyung asks. No one responds but you watch as Yoongi white knuckles the grab bar in the elevator. You all exit, you and Yoongi walking ahead. “It's not what you think, he’s got this vendetta against you. We need to find time to talk alone.” You whisper to Yoongi. “You ruined any chance of that by inviting him.” Yoongi whispers back. “Secrets?” Taehyung asks, shoving between the two of you. “Just asking Yoongi if he's finished with my notes on the new levels.” You offer. Taehyung nods, opening the door to the restaurant. “So, how long have you two been dating?” Taehyung asks once you've been seated. Yoongi chuckles, clearly pissed off. “We aren't dating.” You cut in, getting a look of disdain from Yoongi. You realize your mistaken and go to reach for his hand, but he pulls it under the table. “How long are you temping for?” Yoongi asks Taehyung. “Through launch. Rebecca being out throws a wrench in things for my father-in-law, so I was asked to help out.” “I didn't know you gamed. You look like one of those stock guys.” Taehyung laughs at Yoongi’s assumption. “Yeah, I get that a lot. You, on the other hand, look like a gamer. Shaggy hair, rocker clothes, you look like you don't really put much effort into anything but sleeping and gaming. I, on the other hand, love gaming, gaming is how I met Y/N. I guess we have that in common.” “We do have that in common. Although don't let my look fool you. I put all my effort into everything I do. Right kitten?” You look up at Yoongi and can feel your face turn red. You clear your throat and begin to stutter. You tuck your hair behind your ear, happy to see the waitress arrive. Taehyung does the honor of ordering, while Yoongi starts the grill. “So, tell me friend, what's the real reason you took this position? I know it isn't because you wanted to be helpful to your father-in-law.” Yoongi leans back in his seat.

Taehyung gives Yoongi a wide smile. “You’re right. I could care less about this stupid launch. I'm here because of you.” Yoongi scoffs, “Because of me? And why exactly is that?” “Did you know?” Yoongi's brow furrows and he can't help but stifle a chuckle. “Know what exactly?” “Did you know she was pregnant when you fucked her?” Your eyes shoot open as Taehyung stares pure hatred at Yoongi. You look between both men, waiting nervously for an answer. Yoongi sighs, crossing his arms, looking over to you then back to Taehyung. “Yes.” He says plainly. You gag on your own saliva, covering your gasp with your hand. “You fucking asshole!” Taehyung jumps over the table to grab at Yoongi. You shout as he knocks over the beverages. Yoongi shoves Taehyung back into his seat. “She knew you were cheating,” Yoongi shouts, “She slept me with to get back at you.” “I should kill you.” Taehyung seethes. “Yoongi, how could you? She was pregnant with another man's child.” You whimper, tears forming. “She wasn't far along and anyway she told me after we were done. Look, I never said I was Saint ok. I didn't know Taehyung was her fiancé or your ex. I don't owe any of you anything.” You let a tear fall. “You're right. You don't owe me anything.” “I told you he was no good Jagi.” Taehyung comforts you by taking your hand. “That's rich coming from the cheating ex.” “You may not owe her anything Yoongi, but you owe me everything and everything I will have. It's going to bring me such pleasure watching you lose it all. Come Jagi, let’s get out of here.” You stand with Taehyung, Yoongi jumping up. “You’re not leaving with him, Y/N.” “Will you stop her? Please, I dare you to try.” Taehyung taunts. “I don't owe you anything Yoongi.” You spat, leaving the restaurant with Taehyung, not looking back when you hear a fist collide with a wall.

You hadn't bothered to talk to Taehyung since lunch and he didn't bother you, instead working quietly at Rebecca’s desk. You hadn't noticed either, if Yoongi walked in, too immersed in your levels to pay attention, your heart still breaking over his words at lunch. ‘I don't owe any of you anything.’ Sure, you guys weren't anything official, but his lack of empathy was what truly hurt you. How could he be so cold?

Minyoon93: We need to talk kitten. Please.

You look over your shoulder to find Taehyung focused on his computer screen, happy your headphones were on to keep the alert from sounding out loud in the small space you both shared.

Y/L/N/Birth year: I’m not interested honestly, besides what happened to not owing anyone anything?

Minyoon93: I felt cornered, I’m sorry, please, please let's talk.

Y/L/N/Birth year: I can't right now but I’ll stop by later with my notes.

Minyoon93: I'll be waiting.

“Jagi.” Taehyung's voice causes you to jump. “What?” You spin around after closing the chat window quickly. “I'm done with these levels you gave me if you want me to move on I can.” You simply nod, having gave Taehyung other games to work on. “Hey,” He rolls towards you, “I'm sorry about lunch. I know you liked that guy but it's better to find out early that he's a scum bag. Just between us, you didn't sleep with him, did you?” “That's none of your business. Just focus on your work.” You snap. Taehyung smirks at you causing your blood to boil, knowing he knows the answer to his question simply from your body language. After all these years he could still read you like a book. “I’m glad Jagi. He doesn’t deserve to know you intimately.” You snarl at him with anger in your eyes. “I never said we weren’t intimate. We just haven’t slept together. Did you think you’d be the only man in my life forever Kim Taehyung?” You stand grabbing your notes from your desk. “I’m going to drop these off. I’ll be back.” Taehyung stands with you. “I’ll come along.” He offers. “No! Thank you.” You throw your hand up causing him to take his seat. You release a proud huff and walk off towards Yoongi’s desk. You stand behind him for a moment and chuckle to yourself as you watch his leg shake frantically whilst he chews at his fingernails. “Nervous?” You whisper. He looks over towards you, dropping his hand from his mouth, and standing. He goes to reach for you but stops himself, looking around instead. “I’m sorry about lunch. I shouldn’t have said what I said. You deserve an explanation. I don’t want us to start things off on a bad foundation. I’m not a bad guy. If you just give me a chance to show you.” You lift your hand, pressing a finger to his lips to quiet him. “Now isn’t a good time for this. There’s too much going on and too many people around. Let’s talk later. You can drive me home.” He nods at you, pressing his lips into your finger. You hand him your notepad. “Levels 11 through 20 are done.” You say with a large grin. “You’re awesome. I’ll go over these now.” He takes the notepad and drops it on his desk. You turn to walk off but Yoongi grabs your hand, tugging you back. “No one's looking, kiss me, please. I want to feel your lips against mine.” You feel your face flush, darting your head around to see if indeed no one was looking. “I’m still mad at you.” You whisper, leaning towards him. “I know kitten, I know.” You gently press your lips to his, instantly swept up in his commanding mouth. You moan softly causing him to bite on your lip as you part. “I have to go. We’ll talk later.” You lick your lips, walking off.

At 5pm Yoongi arrives at your desk with notes in hand, “All done.” You look up at him with a small grin. “Wow. That was fast! I think one quick look at everything, and we may be ready to present to the boss for review week.” Yoongi nods, looking over at Taehyung who is clearly immersed in your conversation. “You guys make a great team!” Taehyung chimes in after a moment of silence. “Yeah well, it's time to go so, are you ready?” Yoongi asks you cautiously, side eyeing Taehyung. You nod, straightening out your desk before standing to leave. “Have a goodnight you two.” Taehyung smiles, waving you both off. You both get into the elevator and you can feel the tension building between you and Yoongi. “That was odd, no?” You ask. “It was. I don’t trust him. He’s up to something. I don’t think we should touch or talk much until we are out of the building.” Yoongi whispers. You nod, following behind him to his car. You both sit in silence for a while as he drives you home. “So, you wanted the chance to explain yourself.” You start. Yoongi sighs. “What I did with Taehyung’s fiancé, that was stupid. I truly had no clue who she was to him or you or any of this. She was beautiful and she flirted with me. I had already taken her to my place when she told me she had a boyfriend. I wanted to stop everything right then and there, but she was adamant about getting him back for cheating on her. She said she found things in his phone and she was really hurt. I guess I felt bad which is horrible to say and so I slept with her. It was after we, well you know, that she told me she was pregnant. She was only a few weeks then. She had just found out, she was emotional, embarrassed. I was so angry at her for not telling me before, not truly giving me an opportunity to say no in the matter. She said she knew I wouldn’t sleep with her if I knew. Look, I’m sorry. I get it if you don’t want to continue to see me or whatever. Just know my feelings for you haven’t changed.” You swallow hard, thinking about everything he just said. You wanted to be mad, hell you couldn’t help the fact that you were jealous, but in this moment, you could tell he was being honest, and you wanted nothing more than to forgive him. However, you had questions, so many questions. “You can ask me whatever you want kitten. I’m an open book for you.” He replies as if reading your mind. “Did you use protection?” He smirks at the question. “Of course, I did. I always use protection.” You nod. “Did you like it?” You immediately slap your forehead the minute the question leaves your mouth. He full on laughs now. “It's ok, don’t be embarrassed. Its normal to feel jealous. I’d be lying if I said Taehyung being around didn’t make me jealous.” You look over at him in confusion. “Really?” “Hell yeah really. He’s extremely handsome, and he’s literally the only man to have made love to you. Of course, I’m jealous.” You smile to yourself. “You don’t need to be jealous. I think your handsome, sexy even.” He smirks. “Thank you, kitten. To answer your question, full disclosure, yes, I enjoyed it but what man doesn’t really enjoy sleeping with a beautiful girl? Besides, it’s not how I enjoy being with you. It's different being with you. You make me feel like I can love again you know. Like there is more out there for me. Anyway, you don’t have to be jealous of anyone from my past. None of that matters for me. All I can think about is you, us.”

He pulls into your parking garage and parks, looking over at you. “Any other questions? Anything you want to just know?” “Do you want to come up? We can make up.” You lick your lips suggestively with a shrug. He chuckles, pressing his folded hands into his crotch. “I do but I won’t. Not yet kitten. It's not right just yet.” You reach your hand over, under his linked fingers, and palm his growing erection. He groans quietly and you feel your pussy moisten. “I want to make you feel good. What’s not right about that? I want to suck your cock daddy, please.” He sucks in a breath at your brazen comment. “Damn kitten, you shouldn’t tease me like that.” “I’m not teasing. God you don’t know how often I dream about you; how bad I want you? Do you wanna know what I dreamt about just last night?” You whisper, cupping Yoongi’s balls and giving them a good squeeze. You lean in and kiss his open pout softly, “Do you want me to show you daddy?” You moan into his mouth. He raises his hand into your hair and grips tightly, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You mewl at his desperation, reaching to undo his belt. He stops you, causing you to whimper. “Not yet baby but soon I promise. I want all of you, but it has to be right. When you’re ready to be mine completely.” You sit back in your seat and pout. “Don’t do that baby. You know how I find it irresistible.” He leans over and kisses you again, the same thought passing through your head; Be BRAVE.

You spring forward, sure not to break the kiss, climbing over the gear shift and into Yoongi’s lap. He moans as you dig your hands into his hair, tugging on his soft shaggy locks. He grips your waist tightly, dragging you along his erection. “This time we’re both gonna cum.” You tease, catching his bottom lip in your teeth and tugging. He groans at your sudden rough behavior, even you are surprised at yourself, but you needed him so badly. The thought of him leaving right now, jealously over another woman, and all the stress of having Taehyung around was slowly building up inside you and all you wanted was this man and the sweet release you knew he could bring you. You grind down shamelessly over and over in his lap, moaning out like a true kitten in heat. You feel yourself moisten under his heated gaze, his cheeks flushed, his hands only gripping tighter and tighter on your hips. “You need to know now; I’m not going to cum Kitten.” He pants. You smirk, unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your sheer bra. He looks over your breast, licking his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples pressing against their soft barrier. “You sure about that daddy?” You mewl, releasing one of your tits, tugging and twirling your bud in your hand. “Fuck.” He whispers, tossing his head back against the headrest. You feel his cock twitch beneath you and it only motivates you to grind harder against him. “You’re going to cum!” You almost threaten. He gives you a slick smile, leaning forward to plant kisses along your neck. Once he reaches your ear, he whispers softly to you, “Don’t test me kitten. You’re not in charge here.” You whimper at the feel of him bite down on your earlobe, slowly making his way back down your neck, collar bone, and to your exposed breast. He bites the bare flesh hard causing you to cry out. He soon suckles at the spot, creating a dark purple mark. “Yoongiiii, don’t.” You pout. “Mm, but you look so sexy with my mark on you. I’m going to have so much fun leaving marks all over you.” He teases, licking at your nipple through hooded eye lids. You groan at the sight, gasping at the feel of Yoongi shifting below you to press his thigh between your legs. “How about instead of stopping this all together, daddy lets you fuck yourself on his thigh? Let me see your gorgeous fucked out face.” He pants from between your cleavage, slowly rubbing his button nose between your mounds.

You lean back slightly, shoving your breast further into his face, feeling safe wrapped in his arms as you grind against his clenched thigh. Your clit burns with need as you press her firmly against him, grinding unabashedly once again. He soon begins panting with you, watching you closely as you bring yourself closer and closer to climax. Your core soon burns with your impending orgasm. You rock harder against him, feeling the car shake with your every motion. You notice the windows have fogged over, your belly tightening and your skin goosing. “That’s it baby, cum for daddy.” You throw your head back, hit with the hot waves of your climax. Your cunt trembles with every gasp and you can feel you’ve soaked through your dress pants. You slowly stop your movements and lower your head to meet Yoongi’s gaze. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He declares, taking you by the mouth into a powerful kiss. “I want more. I want you.” You whisper into his mouth, tugging at his belt. He smirks. “Soon kitten. Very soon. I promise.” He kisses you on the cheek softly when a hard knock on the window causes you both to jump. You yank your shirt closed, leaping towards the passenger seat. “It’s ok kitten. Calm down.” You nod, frantically buttoning your shirt. Yoongi rolls down the window to find the parking attendant standing beside him. “Sir, do you live here?” “Uh, no, I was just dropping off my girlfriend who does live here.” “Alright well, there’s no loitering. So, I have to ask you to leave.” Yoongi nods, hitting the button to pull the window back up. “Girlfriend huh?” You smile. “Didn’t know what else to say. No pressure. I should get going though. I can pick you up in the morning. We can drive in to work together.” “I’d like that.” You nod, leaning over to kiss him again. “I’ll see you in the morning.” You go to leave but turn to Yoongi again. “We have to be careful at work. I’m afraid for you, for us. Taehyung isn’t going to let things go quietly. We should try to keep the peace.” He nods. “I know baby and I agree but let’s not worry about that. Let’s just get through this launch and soon he will be out of our hair. It's going to be ok. I promise.” You nod at Yoongi’s confidence, leaning in to kiss him goodbye once more. He rubs his fingers along your cheek gently and you exit the car and head up to your apartment.

The following morning, you’re beaming as you head downstairs to meet Yoongi. He’s parked out front, patiently waiting for you. “Morning.” You greet, hopping into the car. “Morning kitten!” He beams, leaning over to kiss you. He points to the cup holders between you and you smile wide at the sight of fresh coffee. “You’re too sweet but I think it was my turn to get the coffee this morning.” He shakes his head. “I'll never let you pay for anything again.” You blush a bit at his comment, hiding behind your coffee cup as you sip. “You look great by the way.” You take note of his dangling earrings, ripped blue jeans, black button down, and red and black bomber. He looks down at himself and shrugs. “You look better baby. God, I love those fucking cardigans.” You roll your eyes at him, yanking at the collar of your bright yellow buttoned up cardigan to reveal you’re not wearing a shirt underneath. He sucks in a breath before licking his lips. “Every day is a surprise with you Kitten. I gotta say I am enjoying discovering all your pretty layers. Never a dull moment.” You giggle now. “So, how was your evening? You know after you left me?” He smiles wide at your question, revealing his gums. “Didn't I tell you if you want to ask me something, you’re just going to have to come right out and ask it?” He gives you a sinful smile now. You feel your cheeks flush and you shrug. “Say what you need to say kitten.” You take a deep breath and release a slow sigh. “Did you make yourself cum thinking of me last night?” You whisper. “Did you want me to?” “You can't answer my question with a question.” You whine. He looks you over and you do your best to avoid eye contact. He grabs your chin now, forcing you to make eye contact with him. “I didn't,” He smirks, leaning to whisper in your ear, “I'm saving it all for your greedy cunt.” He straightens up, checking his mirrors before driving while you sit in shock, your pussy tightening with need. You begin to stutter but can't find the words. “Let's get going before we end up being late.” You swallow hard and just nod, collecting your thoughts. “We should maybe do something this weekend. I mean, outside the office, like normal people.” You clear your throat, nervously awaiting his response. “So, like a date?” He looks at you briefly, to wink and then back at the road. “Yeah, like a date. You can meet my cat.” “Oh, I’ve met your cat baby.” You suck your teeth, swatting at his arm, soliciting a cute chuckle from him. “I’m kidding baby, of course we can do something this weekend. Anything you want.” “Good, I’ll look into some things and let you know over lunch.” “You got it kitten.”

“Good morning you two.” Taehyung greets from Rebecca’s desk as you both approach. “I’ll see you at noon.” Yoongi whispers, tugging at your pinky before walking off to his desk. “Morning Tae. How was your evening?” You inquire, taking your seat. “Informative and yours?” You look at him now with suspicion in your eyes. “What’s going on Taehyung? You’ve been, I don’t know, too nice.” He purses his lips slightly and shrugs. “I don’t know what you mean Jagi. I’m sorry you feel that way.” “Don't bullshit me ok! You came in all guns blazing about how you were going to ruin Yoongi’s life and now suddenly, its great teamwork and good mornings? What's going on?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “You really need to calm down Jagi. You’re too wound up. I don’t ever recall you being this way when we were together.” He runs his fingers down your arm and you quickly swat his hand away. “Don't touch me.” He nods. “We should get to work. Lot’s to do today.” He turns to his computer, covering his ears with his headphones.

Y/L/N/Birth year: Taehyung is definitely up to something. In other news, I looked up and reserved a slot for us at the art museum. Not sure if you're into that stuff but I figure it would be fun. Saturday at noon, I know you're not an early bird. Let me know what you think.

Minyoon93: Hold onto your seat Kitten cause I have a huge surprise for you...I love art!! Ha-ha, I can't wait to spend the day with you. Sounds great to me! In other news (imagining your cute voice saying this), don’t stress the ex!! We can worry about him another time. He isn't significant. Lunch on me today. ;-*

Your heart beamed reading Yoongi’s message and you tried to remember the last time it was that you felt this enamored with someone. “Jagi,” Taehyung’s voice crawled up your spine like a snake, “I am all done with these levels also. What would you like me to start on next?” You turn to him and rummage through the items on Rebecca’s desk. “Peter is the graphics guy working with Rebecca on these levels, you can walk over your notes to him and then start on this next.” You hand him another thumb drive with a different game. He nods with a smile. “Is it ok to wait till the end of the day to drop it off? I want to give everything to him all at once.” “Sure. Whatever you’d like.” You smile and turn back to your desk, unable to shake the nagging feeling that something is wrong.

At just about 10am, you receive an email from the boss about a ‘Launch Team Lunch’ at noon. “There go my lunch plans.” You whisper to yourself. At just before noon, you make your way to the conference room, where there is a huge spread of sushi and salad for the team. “Hey there gorgeous.” Yoongi whispers in your ear. You turn to face him, and he winks at you. “Guess we will have to settle for seeing each other after work.” You whisper to him. He nods, grabbing some food and following you to the table to sit down. Your boss soon enters. “Welcome team! I am happy to announce that many of you have finished the levels that you have been working on and I am beyond proud of the work we have all come together to accomplish. With that being said, please take this lunch as just a token of my appreciation. Monday is final review, Wednesday is submission day, and Friday will be a fabulous launch party. Everyone is invited!” Everyone in the conference room erupts into applause at the news. “I am very excited to get this game out to the public and the higher ups are excited to close this deal! Y/N! Yoongi! Amazing teamwork, you two were the first two to get everything done so I am most proud of the two of you. I expected nothing less. Yoongi, please stay after work today for your annual review. That’s all people, enjoy lunch and let's get this game to launch!” Everyone claps again as the boss exits the room. “Should I be concerned about this review?” You lean over and ask Yoongi. He shakes his head, shoving a roll in his mouth. “Same thing every year. Work on your lateness, be more respectful of your workplace, keep up the good work. Its fine kitten. Don’t worry.” He swallows with a nod. You nod with him but again can't shake this feeling. “How will you get home?” He breaks through your thoughts, wiping his mouth. You chuckle, “Uh, public transportation, same way I did before you started driving me.” “Alright, well, I’ll call you later after I’m done here and pick you up tomorrow for our date.” “Sounds like a plan.” “Wanna sneak out? Go to my car? We have some time left and I can go for some dessert.” He licks his lips, looking up at you from under his bangs. “What are you thinking? The coffee shop.” You say brightly, sitting up. He smiles at you and shakes his head. “Come. Let’s go.” He gets up and walks out, you following behind him. You both move quickly out of the office and to the elevators, making your way through the garage to Yoongi’s car. You walk over to passenger side and furrow your brow at Yoongi who makes his way behind you. “What are you doing?” He raises his eyebrows, opening the back door and taking you by the hand to lead you to the back seat. You can’t help but laugh as he helps you take a seat, looking around before he climbs in beside you. “Yoongi, what are we doing? I thought you wanted to grab dessert.” He tilts his head at you as realization crosses your face. “Lie back baby.” He whispers. You slide back slightly and lie across the back seat. Yoongi looks over your body, turning to lean on his knees, grabbing your right leg and crossing it to the other side of his body. “Yoongi.” You swallow hard, feeling yourself clench around nothing. “Shh, I got you baby.” He says, gripping your thigh to pull your body down towards his. You squeal a bit as he covers your body with his, wrapping his lips around yours.

You moan wrapping your arms around his neck while shoving your tongue in his mouth. He slides his hand up and gently squeezes your breast before making his way back down your body, his hands playfully exploring your body, landing on the button of your dress pants. He unbuttons them with ease, tugging down the zipper, and pushing his hand into them to squeeze your thick mound. You groan, thrusting forward, desperate for friction. He soon lifts his hand up slightly to tuck his hand into your panties, gliding his middle finger along your slit. “Damn kitten. I haven’t even touched you yet and already you’re soaked.” He licks at your earlobe. “God, you don’t know how bad I want you.” You tremble under his touch. He chuckles against your ear, making his way to your neck, using his slender fingers to part your lips to coat his tips in your arousal. He pulls his fingers from your pants and shoves them in his mouth. “Delicious.” He pants, lifting off you to tug your pants and panties off. You gasp at the cold seat touching your ass. He continues to yank until the garments are off completely, sinking between your legs. “Oh, fuck, Yoongi! People will see us.” You try lifting your head until you feel Yoongi glide his tongue through your slit. “Oh fuck!” You cry out. Yoongi grips your thighs, latching on to your needy clit and slurping luridly on it. You cry out curses amazed at how quickly you can foresee this ending. He soon wiggles his head, using his nose to dig deeper into your cunt. You moan and groan as he bobs his head up and down your inner and outer folds, nibbling and suckling until he finds your entrance.

Your back arches as he growls, quickly entering you with his tongue, fucking you with rapid thrusts. You slowly begin to grind against his face, spreading your legs wide with the desperate need to have your clit massaged. Yoongi picks up on your cues and begins to suck your labia into his mouth, slowly making his way back up to your swollen bud. He looks up at you as he wraps his mouth around your clit again. You cry out under his gaze, the sweet feeling of figure eights activating all your nerve ending. He pants against your sex switching now between figure eights and suckling, sending your senses to over drive as you feel your walls clench and your belly tighten. “I’m gonna cum soon daddy. It feels so fucking good.” He smirks against your pussy, bringing a hand over to slowly dip his first two fingers in and out of your entrance while still servicing your clit. Your thighs begin to shake with the feeling of that coil deep inside you twisting tightly. “Daddy.” You pant over and over, your eyes rolling back when you feel him enter you fully with his fingers, curling them to meet your g-spot. Your coil soon shatters, a scream escaping your throat, your body trembling uncontrollably with the most intense orgasm coursing through you. Yoongi continues to rub and kiss your cunt until your body stops trembling, only lifting his head when you’ve seemed to calm. “How’s that for more?” He smiles, licking your arousal from his face. “That was amazing.” You lull, giggling with your hands over your face. He grabs your pants and assist you in putting them on in the tight space. You soon lean over to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

“When do I get to repay the favor?” You ask, reaching down between his thighs. He catches your hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss. “Soon baby.” He says, looking to his watch. “Why won't you let me do anything to you?” He looks at you confused. “You do so much to me baby.” “I mean fuck you. Suck you off. Jerk you off anything.” He laughs wide, his face dropping when he realizes you’re not joking around. “Oh kitten, come on. I just want to enjoy you. Besides, why do we need to rush? You really do, do so much to me and for me that’s enough.” You scoff. Exiting the car. Yoongi soon follows behind you. “Kitten, please, don’t be upset.” “You don’t want me to touch you. Why?” You poke his chest now. “I do, believe me I do. I want all of you. Do you think I don’t want to be inside of you already? I just want it to be right.” “You’re hiding something, and I am sick to death of people hiding things from me.” You start to stomp off, stopping for a minute when you hear something clatter in the distance. “What was that?” You whisper. “What,” Yoongi asks, looking around, “I didn’t hear anything.” You roll your eyes and continue to the elevators. “Kitten, I promise, it’s not what you think. Please, trust me ok. I would never hurt you or hide anything from you on purpose.” You shrug and look him over. “Whatever.” He sighs, pinching his nose as the elevator doors open and you both enter. He swallows hard, looking up at the cameras, “I promise kitten. It's nothing bad. I really like you. Please, don’t be upset with me. Say you’re not mad or else I’m going to kiss you right here and now in this elevator and I don’t care who sees.” You look at him with narrowed eyes. He lifts his head to the cameras again then to you, raising his brows. You sigh. “That’s blackmail you know.” He shrugs. “Fine. I’m not mad. I do trust you. It's just…waiting sucks.” He nods and smiles just as the elevator opens on your floor. “The wait is almost over. I’ll call you tonight kitten.” You nod at him, heading to your desk.

You sigh to yourself, noticing Taehyung missing from his desk, wondering if he is in the conference room grabbing food for himself. You look over your cubicle to see if you catch a glimpse of him down the hall. “What are we looking for?” His voice creeps from behind you. You yelp at his unexpected pop up. “Where were you?” You question, holding your chest. “Grabbing lunch.” He smiles, holding up a delivery bag. He walks past you and plops down in Rebecca’s seat, unloading his lunch. You eye him suspiciously before taking your own seat and continuing your last minute projects.

Minyoon93: Get home safe Kitten.

Y/L/N/Birth year: You too. Can’t wait to have naughty phone sex later. LOL.

Minyoon93: O_O I’ll be sure to make this thing brief.

You log off soon after and head home. By 7:30pm you’ve showered, ate, fed Frenchie, and are on your bed waiting for Yoongi’s call.

*8:00pm*

*8:45pm*

*10:20pm*

“Alright, what the hell?” You mumble, picking up the phone and calling Yoongi instead. It rings and ring until, “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi…” *BEEP* “Hey its me. Um, I guess your meeting ran late or something and I’m sure you’re exhausted. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I guess around 10ish. We can grab coffee. My treat! Um, have a goodnight and I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, sorry, I said that already. Hope you’re OK. I’m sure you are. OK. Goodnight. Bye.” You sigh deeply, hanging up the phone, lying back in bed with a heavy feeling in your chest. Would he really not call if he said he was going to? Oh well, he would surely explain in the morning.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP *

You rise early to get in a shower and get pretty for your first date in forever. After checking your phone, you see no missed calls but either way its no big deal to you. By 10am, with no call or sign of Yoongi you decide to call again. “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi….” *BEEP* “Hey sleepy head! I hope you set an alarm. I don’t want to miss our time slot so I think I’ll just head over to the museum and just meet you there. When you get this just go straight to the museum. See you soon. Bye.”

11:45am and still no sign of Yoongi, you clear your throat of the giant lump forming as you make one final attempt at reaching out. “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi…” *BEEP* “You know if you didn’t want to come on the date you could’ve just told me instead of standing me up. Anyway, sorry to, I don’t know why I’m apologizing. Goodbye Yoongi.” You hang up and walk up to a couple making their way towards the entrance. “Excuse me! Did you guys get tickets yet?” “Not yet.” The young lady says. “Well, you’re in luck. I won’t make it in. Enjoy.” You hand over your tickets and smile wide as they thank you and walk off.

*Mreooowwwwww*

Frenchie greets you as you walk through your front door, tears streaming down your face. You plop down on your couch unable to stop the sobs that escape your throat. Frenchie hops up on the couch beside you, rubbing her body against your side to comfort you. Soon your phone buzzes and you shoot forward, yanking it out of your pocket. You suck your teeth as it lights up with the name Kim Taehyung. “What do you want?” You seethe into the phone. “Hello to you too! I just wanted to check in and see if you wanted to grab lunch.” You rub fresh tears from your eyes, silent on your end. “Jagi? You there?” “Where’s your wife?” You hear Taehyung chuckle. “Fiancé and she is at her parents' home. I told you we fought. She’s been taking time away. Anyway, it's just a lunch among friends. What do you say?” “I’m not in the mood but thank you.” *MREOOWWW* “Is that Frenchie? I’d love to see her. I could come by, bring mandu. What do you say?” You take a deep breath, mulling the idea over in your head. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea.” “Oh, come on. What do you have other plans? I’ll be by in about an hour. See you soon Jagi!” He hangs up before you can continue to protest.

In exactly one hour, he arrives with food in hand.  “Hi Jagi. You look nice. Did you go out?” He observes you in one glance as he enters. “I went for a walk this morning.” He drops the bag on the table and slides out of his coat, looking around the apartment, his eyes lighting up when he sees Frenchie hop up on the counter. “Hello my love.” He mews, walking over to her. Her eyes shrink as she hops on her hind legs, front paws in the air.... *HISSSSSSSSS*…. She drops down to the ground and scurries off to your bedroom. “What on earth was that?” He looks over at your bedroom in confusion. “You know she's temperamental. Besides, it's been a while since she last saw you. Just come eat.” You grumble, already helping yourself to a mouthful. Taehyung takes a seat across from you and reaches down to grab your foot from the ground. You flinch instinctively but he holds on tightly, slowly beginning to rub your foot. “Don't,” You whine, “It's inappropriate.” “Because of Yoongi?” He asks causing your heart to jump at the sound of Yoongi’s name. “Because of your soon to be wife!” You shout, yanking your foot from his grasp. “Its never stopped us before.” He smirks suggestively. You scoff, sitting up straighter in your seat. “What happened to wanting to do right by her?” He shakes his head. “You really know how to ruin a moment.” He says, focusing on his plate. You stand and head into the kitchen to grab water, taking a moment to calm your nerves, when you feel Taehyung press his chest against your back. He nuzzles into your hair, running his hand down your arm, slowly trailing kisses down your neck. You release a low sigh, exposing more of your neck for him, losing yourself in the moment. “Yoongi.” You whisper, feeling Taehyung’s body stiffen, his kisses stopping. He spins you to face him and you swallow hard reality hitting you. “He’s never going to touch you again Jagi. Not while I’m around. He doesn’t know you like I do. You’re caught under his spell, his ridiculous charm, but it’s all a façade. Let me show you that I can be all you want and need.” He kisses your lips softly, moving to your earlobe and placing a soft kiss there. “I can be your daddy.” You heart seizes in your chest. “What did you say?” You pull away from him. “What,” He replies puzzled, “Is something wrong?” You shove him away fully. “You need to leave Taehyung. I’m sorry but you have to go.” He shoves his hands in his pocket looking you over, giving a small nod. As he pulls on his jacket, he smiles at you, moving toward you to run his thumb along your bottom lip. “Your mine Jagi. Always and forever. I’ll see you Monday.” He turns and leaves not waiting for you to walk him out.

“Hello! Where have you been? I've been worried sick about you. Why didn't you call?” “I'm so sorry kitten…. I…. We…. just….” “What? I can't hear you. You're coming in and out. Yoongi? Hello?”

*BEEP BEEP BEEP *

You wake to your alarm with a gasp, snatching your phone from your side table to see no missed calls. You hop out of bed with a fire under your ass so great that you are showered and ready to go in 45 minutes. You opt for a skirt today with a low-cut tank top assisted by your best push up bra and a cardigan on top, open for dramatics. You arrive at work promptly at 9am and head straight to the conference room for your final submission to the boss. Your palms are sweaty as you anticipate Yoongi’s arrival. The door opens behind you and your boss walks in, assistant in tow. “Good morning Y/N, I see Yoongi is late but what's new?” You give a tight smile, your leg shaking frantically. At 9:15am, Yoongi strolls in and your cunt nearly bursts at the sight of him. He's wearing skintight black jeans and a white button down that's clinging to his damp chest, even his hair is damp, and you can't help noticing the bags under his eyes. He walks past you, sure to not make eye contact and takes a seat. “Yoongi, we just spoke about lateness.” Your boss scolds. “I apologize.” Yoongi grumbles. You suck your teeth and chuckle at his apology causing both Yoongi and your boss to look at you. “Something funny?” Yoongi snaps. “Just your blatant disregard for the people around you. Other than that, nope nothing.” You snarl. “You missed some buttons on that cardigan mother Teresa.” He clips, turning to face your boss. “Alright enough you two! Now, I’ve reviewed your work and it's amazing. All the kinks are out, and it's been approved by upper management. You guys have been greenlighted. So, you no longer have to work together. I am sure that makes you both happy. Great job to you both! I was very impressed by your dynamic so I may call on you two again to team up in the future. Now, get to work on the other projects you were working on and I will see you both at the launch party. Have a great day!” Your boss applauds you both as he walks out of the room, his assistant in tow. Yoongi sighs, standing to leave, as he walks toward the door you jump up and block his way. “Excuse me." He says dryly, eyeing your cleavage before looking away.

Your eyes shoot open at his disregard for your feelings. “You bastard!” You watch him swallow hard, but he says nothing. “I called you! I waited for you! I went to the museum like an idiot thinking you’d show! I was worried sick about you, and you come in today like what, like you don’t even know me? You owe me an explanation Min Yoongi!” You shout. His eye sink and cheeks flush. “I’m sorry but I shouldn’t have agreed to the date. Its better this way. Clean break.” Your breathing quickens and you begin to stutter. “I, clean break for who? I… I don’t understand. We, the car, and you, all those things you said. How could you do this to me? I let you touch me in ways no man has ever!” “Yeah well, there was a reason I never let you touch me ok and I just think it's better if we end things now before they get out of hand. Don’t make things harder than they need to be.” He snaps. You stutter, stumbling back a bit, reaching for a chair to steady yourself. His face softens and he moves toward you, taking you by the arm. “Hey, ok, wait. Take a deep breath, just relax ok.” You can’t help yourself; you lean towards him and fall into his arms. He tenses at first but slowly hugs you tightly, stroking your hair. “I don’t understand. Why are you doing this? I know you don’t mean this Yoongi. I know you care about me, about us.” You whisper into his chest.

“I’m sorry kitten but I don’t. I lied to you ok. I, I just wanted to fuck you.” You jump back, staring at what feels like a stranger. “Liar! If that was true, we would've fucked that first day, but we never did.” You cry, not bothering to stop the tears from falling. “Why do I need to lie? You practically threw yourself at me that day and I mean I’m a man. Why would I say no? Things were moving slow and I wanted to respect that, besides we had to make the most of working together but once I saw how caught up you got on me, well, honestly, I didn’t really want to get caught up in a relationship if you catch my drift. It was fun while it lasted kitten.” He scratches at the back of his neck, looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact. ‘Perfect,’ you think to yourself as you cock your hand back and slap him hard across the face. Shock spreads across his face quickly as your handprint forms on his fair complexion. His rubs his cheek, nodding, and looking up at you with tears burning in his eyes. “Feel better now?” “I’d feel better to kick you right in the balls you piece of shit! I should've never let you touch me! You’re a pig Min Yoongi. You took advantage of me when you knew all along you had no intention of moving things further. I opened myself up to you. You should be ashamed of yourself! You’re just the same as Kim Taehyung. Lying snakes, the both of you.” You shout. “One day you'll know that's not true.” He responds, walking past you now, leaving you to cry alone.

“Morning Jagi. You ok? You look, drab?” You stare daggers at Taehyung as you enter your cubicle. You sit down at your desk, putting on your headphones and drowning him out. You spend the rest of the day this way. At the end of the night, you hop into the elevator to go home, sighing with relief as the doors begin to close. A hand catches the door before it can close completely and Yoongi walks in. He nods at you briefly and focuses on his phone. The elevator goes to close once more as another hand catches it. Taehyung enters and the two men give each other hateful looks. This time the elevator makes its way down. “So, Jagi, maybe I can stop by again to see you and Frenchie. I had fun this weekend with you. I missed spending time with you.” You cringe at his remark as you catch Yoongi look over at you both from the corner of his eye. You swallow nervously not sure how to respond. “Maybe.” You reply weakly. Yoongi scoffs, scrolling through his phone again. Taehyung looks over at Yoongi and stares at him suspiciously. “Can I help you?” Yoongi asks, never looking up from his phone. “Why are you leaving so early? Hot date?” Taehyung inquires and you feel your heart thrash in your chest. “No why? You offering,” Yoongi looks up now at Taehyung and then over at you, “Or is this a thing again?” Your eyes pop open. “No way! Taehyung is married.” You reply in shock. Yoongi nods, not breaking his gaze. “This is us Jagi.” Taehyung interjects as the elevator reaches the lobby. You nod, still looking at Yoongi as you exit.

“You should really stay away from that guy. Besides I hear he’s fooling around with a woman in graphics.” Taehyung says while opening the lobby door. “Who told you that?” “My father in law. He says he saw them canoodling at his desk, all giggles and whispers. I told he’s no good Jagi.” “You know your father in law is a liar. I wouldn’t go believing all the things he says. I have to go. Have a goodnight.” You hurry off down the street, pulling your phone out and dialing Yoongi’s phone. It rings and your heart pounds. “You have reached the voicemail box of Min Yoongi.” *BEEP* “You know if you were fooling around with someone else you could’ve told me. What’s her name? Did she know about me? I wish I never did those things with you. I hate you Min Yoongi!” You hang up and release an anguished shout.

The following day Taehyung convinces you to go to lunch with him. As he goes on and on about work and the launch and how much he is going to miss working with you, you feel your mind wander. You sit silently trying to recall all your moments with Yoongi, wondering what you missed, had it all been a lie? “Jagi.” You turn to face Taehyung with a hum and he leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. Your eyes pop open and you shove him away. “What are you doing?” “Were you even listening? I said I miss you and I still love you.” You begin to stutter, feeling your face flush, looking around for a waitress to come save you from this moment. As you scan the room you lock eyes with Yoongi, who’s staring at you from the register, food in hand. He looks almost defeated as he turns and walks out of the restaurant. “I... I don’t feel the same Taehyung. How can you even say these things, you’re getting married!” “I know but that doesn’t mean we have to stop seeing each other does it?” You cover your mouth to keep from gagging. “Oh, Taehyung. You are so pathetic for thinking that I could ever be someone’s second choice. This is done, for good. We can keep things professional but that’s it.” He shakes his head hard. “That’s not how this works Jagi. You are mine! Forever!” Your brow furrows at his reaction. “I belong to no one! Goodbye Kim Taehyung. I will see you back at the office.” You get up to leave and Taehyung jumps up shouting, “Hey! I’ll give you time to cool off, but I’d steer clear of pissing me off Jagi. I promise you’ll regret it.” You look around at the patrons all staring at you and leave.

Thursday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

Yoongi shuffles in his seat, staring over the conference room table at Y/N. He groans under his breath staring at her soft mounds poke out the top of her tank top with every deep breath she pulls in. Every day this week she’s worn less and less. He rests his interlocked hands in his lap to hide his growing cock as it twitches in his jeans. She looks over at him through her peripheral vision and Yoongi can’t help but sit taller. She sits forward a bit and peels her cardigan off, exposing her lean arms. Yoongi sighs, unsure of how much more of this he can take. He knows she’s teasing him, wanting a reaction and boy if she only knew how he truly felt. How badly he just wanted to hop over this table and claim her mouth, just the thought of her gagging on his cock sent shivers down his spine, he was so tired of waiting. He had planned to make Saturday so special, it killed him to watch her cry on Monday as he lied about his feelings. Crushed him to know she was spending time with Taehyung.  Taehyung, that bastard, the one who started all this trouble, the reason for all this grief. Yoongi’s eyes scanned the room, stopping on Taehyung who lingered in the back of the conference room. He growled to himself, wishing his looks could kill right now as he stared pure death at Taehyung. Taehyung immediately feels Yoongi’s hatred, looking over and locking eyes with him. He gives Yoongi a smug grin before turning away. The same grin he gave Yoongi that night that changed it all for Him and Y/N. If only he could tell her the truth. He was doing this all for her.

Last Friday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

“Yoongi as you know you are an integral part of the team and we are happy to have you working here at the company! I have no real complaints about your work. I just need you to work on your lateness. As a part of said team you need to show up on time, all the time. The people who are here on time don’t like watching you stroll in like you own the place, got it? So, if you do me any favors this year, let that be it. Other than that, I have been speaking with upper management and we want to offer you a new position here, head of graphics, an increase in pay of 25%. I know it's a lot to ask but I hope you’ll say yes.” Yoongi’s eyes shoot open and he leans forward, clearing his throat. “Wow, I am in shock sir. I honestly didn’t think you liked me.” The boss laughs loudly, slamming his hand on the table. “This isn't personal Yoongi. I like that you make me money and you're one of the best graphics guys around. You think I'd let you go off to some other company over petty nonsense or rumors? Look, take some time to mull it over. We can talk about it at launch. I have nothing else to cover. Do you have any questions for me?” “Uh no sir. Thank you.” Yoongi nods. “Alright then, have a great weekend!” The boss stands, tapping Yoongi on the shoulder on the way out. Yoongi sits for a moment alone, smiling wide at the offer he’s been given. He can't wait to call Y/N and tell her. He pulls his phone out of his pocket just as the conference room door opens.

“Good news?” Taehyung asks, walking in and taking a seat across from Yoongi. Yoongi sighs, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “As a matter of fact, it was.” Yoongi replies, standing now to leave. “Uh, before you go. I think we should talk.” Taehyung kicks his feet up on the conference room table. “And what would we ever need to talk about?” “Y/N.” Taehyung replies plainly. Yoongi scoffs, leaning on his hip and scratching his forehead. “When are you going to get it through your head? She doesn’t want to be with you. She’s moved on. Get over it, don’t you have someone to go home to?” Yoongi shakes his head in annoyance and turns to walk out again. “I hacked your computer. You wouldn’t believe what I found on there.” Yoongi freezes at Taehyung’s statement, turning to face him. “You're talking shit.” Yoongi drawls. “You sure about that.... daddy?” Yoongi’s face drops and he leans over the table. “Don't fuck with me Taehyung.” “On the contrary, don’t fuck with ME,” Taehyung drops his feet down off the table and sits upright, “Even better don’t fuck with my girl.” Yoongi laughs out loud. “Your girl? You're delusional and I'm done entertaining you.” Yoongi walks off, only stopping dead at the sound of Y/N’s soft moans, “I need your hands on me, right here, in my tight hole. I want to cum on your fingers. Please.... daddy.” Yoongi feels his blood boil. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch.” Yoongi warns, racing to reach Taehyung who scurries to the other side. “It's intriguing to me that you would remove these from the main interface but keep them on your personal hard drive. I mean, I understand why of course. Even I rubbed one out a few times watching her come undone.” He laughs, running away from Yoongi as he tries to reach for Taehyung again, “I know what you’re going to say, it was your personal computer and I had no right, but you had it right there on your desk for any ole body to just grab. I couldn’t resist. Tell me friend how does she taste? It's been a while. Is she still as sweet as I remember?”

Yoongi growls, running at full speed, catching Taehyung by the throat. “I dare you to talk about her like that again.” He says through clenched teeth. Taehyung laughs, straining to speak “I don’t think you understand your position in this situation friend. I’m the one with the power here not you. Now, if you don’t want me to release that video or anything else to everyone in this office, including my father-in-law, you best let me go.” Yoongi squeezes harder before releasing Taehyung, who drops to the ground coughing. “What do you want for them? Money?” Yoongi asks. “No, I don’t want your money. I want her. So, what I want from you Yoongi, is to stop seeing her.” “Not gonna happen.” “Then I release everything, including your hot and heavy backseat session this afternoon.” Yoongi cocks back to punch Taehyung, who ducks down, walking backwards while speaking once more, “Or, you can break her heart now, walk away, and never see her again. It’s your choice.” “How could you ever say you love her and be willing to do this to her?” Yoongi asks, dropping his fist. “I’m doing this because I love her and because you don’t deserve her. So, do we have a deal?” Taehyung ask, putting his hand out for Yoongi to shake. Yoongi could feel the sting of tears in the back of his eyes. He didn’t want to give her up, but he cared about her too much to allow her life to be ruined because of his carelessness. “Promise not to hurt her or release the videos and we have a deal.” He whispers, shaking Taehyungs hand, sealing his fate.

Thursday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

The meeting was over, and everyone was filing out one by one. Yoongi sprung up quickly to follow behind Y/N like a loyal puppy as she made her way over to the employee lounge. Yoongi popped a K-cup into the Keurig to make it seem as if he had reason to be in the lounge as well, watching her out the corner of his eye as she heated her morning coffee in the microwave. “What?” She snaps causing Yoongi to freeze in his spot. His brows shoot up towards the sky as he cautiously turns with a shrug. “What?” He throws back. “You keep staring at me. Why? What is it? If you have something to say just say it.” She spat at him. He had a million things to say, he just couldn’t say them. She shook her head at him as the microwave beeped. “Coward.” She says under her breath. “Tease.” He replies under his, unable to help himself. “Excuse me?” “You heard me. I know what you’re doing. Taehyung would be really upset to know you’re dressing like this to get a rise out of me.” She laughs out loud and it’s the sweetest thing Yoongi thinks he’s ever heard. “Fuck Taehyung and fuck you too.” She says with a sip of her coffee, heading for the exit. “Promise.” Yoongi grumbles. She scoffs, walking straight over to Yoongi, pressing her full breast into his chest. He bites down on his lip, gripping the counter behind him to keep himself from ravaging her right there. “You had your chance Min Yoongi and you ruined it. To think I was ready to lay it out for you raw in the back seat of your car. Silly me.” She whispers, pressing her body into his harder. Yoongi groans, leaning forward, so turned on by her, so desperately in need of her lips around his. She pouts at him, a sly smile creeping across her face before she licks his bottom lip. She soon digs her hands in his hair pulling him into a deep kiss, taking command of his mouth. She bites and sucks at his lips before suckling and swirling her tongue around his like a woman mad. When she breaks the kiss he leans forward, mouth open desperately trying to catch her tongue against his again, but she simply walks away with a giggle. “Enjoy your blue balls…. Daddy.” Yoongi can’t help but chuckle, feeling his pants tighten around his cock. She was going to be the end of him but if it meant he could have her then he was more than eager for his demise.

*LAUNCH DAY*

You stood before your mirror dressed in the skimpiest outfit you could find, a red mini dress with drape neck front. You unfortunately couldn’t wear a bra because the dress had your entire back exposed, but it didn’t bother you much. It was the exact look you were going for. You put on black strappy heels and to add just an extra bit of fuck you to your look you put on Yoongi’s diamond crusted choker. You look yourself over once more, nodding at the way the dress hugs your curves. “This is it.” You say to Frenchie, who is lapping at her nether regions with no shame. You add a bit of lip gloss and hail a cab.

You arrive at the event space, heading inside quickly to avoid the camera’s snapping photos outside. You grab a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking about and move about the party in search of a familiar face. Your heart begins slamming against its cage at the sight of Yoongi leaning against the windows, drinking you in. How long had he been there, you wondered, watching you? He looked amazing in all black with gold and silver designs glittering from his bomber jacket. You moaned to yourself, wishing you could walk over and latch onto his pout. You release a sigh and turn so your back side is facing him, looking over your shoulder briefly to see his sly smile. You bite your lip to keep from laughing out loud and walk off. “Y/N,” Your boss shouts greeting you with a smile, “My goodness, you are quite the sight tonight! Come we are all gathering in the back for a quick huddle.” “Sure.” You walk towards the back and light up at the sight of Rebecca in full on mermaid dress. She squeals when she sees you. “Oh my god! You look fabulous! I said be brave not shameful!” She laughs hugging you. “How are the kids? Is everything ok?” “Yes, thank goodness! How are you? I need to know everything. I saw Taehyung hanging about. What the hell is that about?” You roll your eyes. “Girl it is a long story to say the least. We need a weekend to fill in the blanks. I am just happy you're back. I missed you so much!” She hugs you again tightly. “And what about Hades over there?” She giggles. You look over to see Yoongi staring at you again. “I don't know,” You shrug, “It was good until it wasn’t. I am terrible at dating and picking guys it seems.” “Oh shush. It's not you, its them! It's too bad it didn’t work out with him. He looks like he eats pussy well.” Your eyes pop open and you both burst out laughing. “Be quiet! I'm sure he can hear you!” “Who cares?”

“Alright! Gather around everyone! I just want to take a moment to say how happy and proud I am that we were all able to come together and make this launch happen on such short notice! It truly speaks to the type of team we are and how well we all work together. Of all the gaming companies in all the world, I’ve got the best one! So, enjoy tonight, get drunk, get laid, just don’t let me hear about on Monday! Hear, Hear!” Your boss finishes his speech with a raise of his glass, and everyone hoots and hollers in response taking sips from their cups. You excuse yourself and tell Rebecca you are heading to the restroom, feeling a grab on the back of your arm. You turn to face Yoongi. “You look amazing.” “Thanks. You look good too.” He smiles and gives a nod before looking around. “Looking for someone?” You chime in, bringing his focus back to you. “No, you, always you. Tell me, did you dress like this for me or Taehyung?” He lifts his hand up to run his fingertips along the choker around your neck. “For myself.” You say with attitude, slapping his hand away. He nods. “So, you're over me then huh? Are you and Taehyung back together?” Your heart drops watching the sadness spread across his face. “You are truly an enigma Min Yoongi. You dumped me remember? What even is this? Guilt? Ego? I honestly can't do this with you. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the restroom.” You turn and walk off. You push the door for the restroom and feel someone shove you in. “What the hell?” You spin and are met by Yoongi’s desperate lips. You melt into him, moaning into the kiss. He pulls away, looking you over, “What if I could fix everything? What if I had a solution to all our problems? All I need is to know that you still have feelings for me, that things haven't changed between us. Tell me kitten, do you still want me?” “Yoongi, you hurt me. All those things you said, they were awful....” “Do you? Yes or no?” He demands, cutting you off. You stutter a bit, feeling his arms tighten around you in the safest hug you’ve ever felt. “Yoongi. Of course, I still have feelings for you. I don’t think I ever stopped.” A small smile spreads across his face. “I’m gonna fix it baby. I’ll make it right. I promise. I’m so sorry I hurt you. I can make it better.” He kisses you again and you swear you feel all his emotion in this one kiss. He pulls away and hurries out of the bathroom. “Wait! What do you mean?” You yell but he is already gone.

You do your business and exit the restroom in search of Yoongi. “Have you seen Yoongi?” You ask passersby, making your way through the party. You finally catch up to Rebecca “Have you seen Yoongi?” You ask her. “Yeah, for a minute,” she looks around, “He grabbed the boss and walked off. Not sure where though. Is everything ok?” “Yeah, just something he said to me about fixing things. I just wanted to know what he meant.” She hums in contemplation. “Well don’t just stand here girl get your man.” You blink at her for a moment until she snaps her fingers in front of your face, urging you to go. You hurry along and bump right into the boss who looks lost in thought. “Oh, Y/N, sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” “That’s alright. Have you seen Yoongi?” “Unfortunately, I have, he just quit.” “What?” You shout. “Yes, and I am very unhappy. If you’ll excuse me. I have to go find Taehyung.” He walks off like a man on a mission. “Taehyung?” You whisper to yourself, quietly following behind your boss. He spots Taehyung in the crowd, grabbing him by the back of the arm and leading him into the kitchen area. You sneak in behind a waiter, crouching down behind a counter, to snoop in on your boss and Taehyung. “Is it true? Are you blackmailing Yoongi?” The boss growls.

Taehyung’s brow furrows as he searches your bosses face for a bluff. “I’m not sure of what he told you sir, but he’s been breaking company policy by having interoffice relations with…” “I don’t give a fuck what he’s doing, and you shouldn’t either!” Your boss shouts, a gasp escaping your lips. “Do you have any idea what blackmail can do to a company like ours? You think people give a fuck about two consenting adults fucking after hours? Have you lost your mind? Your concern should be my daughter who has been staying with me and my wife for over a month while you worry yourself with Y/N and Min Yoongi! Is it true she is your ex?” He questions now, pacing a bit. Your heart slams heavily in your chest. “Is it? Answer me goddammit!” He shouts causing Taehyungs jaw to clench. “Yes.” Your boss growls into the space, his voice echoing back. “So, lets add conflict of interest to the list of shit you’ve dropped in my lap. You’re fired do you hear me. Your only concern from here on out is my daughter and the child she carries. If I ever hear about you or Y/N or Min Yoongi I swear to god, I’ll end you. Now delete any content you have pertaining to the two of them and put this thing to bed. Do you understand me?” “I don’t love her anymore, your daughter, or maybe I never did.” Taehyung responds lifting his head high. Your boss nods, running his hand through his hair before grabbing Taehyung by the collar tightly, pulling him close to his face. “I don’t give a shit if you love her or not. You will marry my daughter and be a good and loyal husband. My grandchild will not be a bastard nor my daughter a harlot. You were in love enough to do the deed, now seal the deal you coward. I expect my daughter home by Monday. Am I understood?” Taehyung nods and your boss releases him, marching off.

“Did you enjoy the show Jagi?” Taehyung says, fixing his suit, looking over in the direction of where you are hiding. You pop up quickly and just stare at him. “You left your wife? And what did he mean content? Were you keeping things on me?” You feel your face flush at the thought of what he could have. “I told you we had a fight and she left. I also told you I loved you still. I thought I was over you but seeing you with him, well, it drove me mad. How could you let him touch you like that? Keep videos of what you two do together. Let him taint you like some whore.” “How dare you,” You say, moving towards him, “You are a horrible excuse for a man. I would rather be his whore than your dirty little secret.” You turn to leave but he grabs your arm, yanking you back. “Let me go.” You shout. “I won’t let him have you. You’re mine or no ones.” He warns, gripping your arm tightly. “Hey asshole!” Rebecca shouts, causing you and Taehyung to look up. She clocks him dead in the nose, breaking it. The blood immediately begins to stream down his face. He pinches his bridge trying to stop it. “You fucking bitch.” He shouts. “Touch my friend again and I’ll have my ex arrest you for assault and stalking. You can expect a restraining order from her lawyer bitch!” She spits at him, wrapping her arm around you and leading you out of the kitchen area. “Thanks for that,” You sniffle, “but I don’t think he is ever going to leave me alone.” “Don’t worry about him. He has a family and reputation to think about. I’ll call my ex and have him file a restraining order. We’ll take care of Kim Taefuckface! For now, go home, take some time off, you need to rest! I'll call you a cab.” You nod and lean your head on her shoulder while she waits with you.

You sit in the cab and allow the emotions of the night to hit you, tears streaming down your face. “You alright?” The cab driver asks. “Yeah, I’m fine thanks. Stress.” You reply, wiping your tears. You enter your building, greeting the doorman quickly as you pass to hop in the elevator. You sigh deeply thinking of how your life got so twisted. “Maybe I will take the week off.” You whisper to yourself staring at the ascending numbers in the elevator. The doors open on your floor and you get off turning the corner on your floor to find Yoongi sitting on the floor outside your apartment. He looks so tiny sitting there, chewing his thumb, not noticing you until you clear your throat. He turns to face you thumb still on his lips. “How did you?” He springs to his feet, swallowing, wiping his hands on his thighs. “I quit.” “I heard, about everything. You kept the videos? Taehyung tried to blackmail you. How could you keep this from me?” He sighs. “It was the only way to keep Taehyung from hurting you. With me out of the way, out of the company, he didn’t have a leg to stand on. Little did I know that I’d be so fired up when I spoke with the boss that I would tell him everything. Turns out he was on my side, practically begged me to stay. I’m sorry I kept the videos, that was selfish of me. It was plain stupid.” “Videos aside Yoongi, why didn’t you just tell me what was going on? I could’ve helped you; we could’ve managed this together.” “Come on kitten, would you have really been able to handle it if Taehyung leaked our sex tapes to the office? It was better if you didn’t know. Maybe I didn’t handle it the right way, but I knew I would do anything to protect you.” “Even if it means not having a job anymore?” You snap. He shrugs. “I can get a job anywhere. You, you’re one of a kind. You make me feel rich kitten, not what lines my pocket.” Your face flushes and you stutter over your words. Yoongi chuckles, moving closer to you. “It's just you and me now baby,” He whispers in your ear, pulling you into his body, “Just say you’ll be mine.” “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend Min Yoongi? I thought you didn’t do girlfriends.” He smiles against your ear. “You make me better. I’d do anything for you.” He kisses your neck softly, rubbing his fingertips up and down your bare back. “Do you wanna come in?” You whisper. “Only if I can spend the night.” He whispers, kissing you hard. “Of course, my boyfriend can spend the night.” He growls, biting your shoulder before scooping you up by the ass and carrying you to your door. You giggle loudly, trying to cover your exposed ass with your hand. “Where are your keys kitten?” “In my purse.” You dangle your purse in front of him. He pouts, dropping you to your feet so you can unlock the door.

You both enter the apartment and Frenchie jumps onto the counter immediately. “Meow!” She wails. Yoongi smiles, walking towards her. “Careful, she’s testy.” You warn, dropping your bag and keys on the table. You turn to find Yoongi scratching Frenchie under her chin, soft purrs escaping from her chest. You chuckle at the sight. “She hates everyone. She never lets people touch her.” “Well, she has good taste, like her mother.” He tells you, leaning down now to plant tiny kisses on her nose. You full on laugh now, covering your mouth in shock. “If she bites your face off, I am not liable.” He laughs at your comment, whispering sweet nothings to Frenchie. “Do you want a drink? I have water, beer, or juice.” You offer. “I’m good.” You nod, grabbing a water for yourself and heading over to the couch to remove your heels. “Make yourself comfortable.” You say, unhooking the straps. He plants a heavy kiss on Frenchie’s head before turning to slide out of his jacket. He plops down next to you on the couch, tapping his lap for you to give him your foot. You oblige and he unhooks your shoes for you. “Thank you.” You smile at him, wiggling your toes. Frenchie jumps up on the couch beside him. “Looks like you got competition kitten.” He smiles towards you.

“Don’t worry she will tire of you eventually. Even I bore her at times, and I’m the one that feeds her.” He nods, rubbing your feet gently. “Maybe we should go to the other room.” He suggests. You laugh. “Why?” “I don’t want her to see all the naughty things I’m about to do to her mother.” His explains, standing up and reaching for your hand. “Oh, um.” You stutter. “Fuck it turns me on when you do that.” He almost growls, pulling you up from the couch. He plants a soft kiss on your lips, taking your ass in his large hands. He lifts you off your feet and begins walking you towards your bedroom, sure to never break your locked lips. You begin to wriggle free once in the bedroom, feeling him try to lower you onto the bed. “Something wrong kitten.” He whispers over your lips. “It's my turn to make you feel good.” He chuckles softly, lowering you to your feet. “Ok baby. What do you have in mind?” He gives you a sly grin, cocking his head to the side. You feel your face flush. Your belly tingling with your need, excitement overcoming you. He had usually denied you the chance to please him but now he stood before you, eyes lit up, waiting for you to make a move. You swallow hard, pushing him back towards the bed until he’s seated. You grab the thin straps of your dress and slowly bring them down, exposing your bare breast, your nipples standing at attention when the cold air hits them. Yoongi swallows hard watching your dress drop to the floor; You stand before him in nothing but your thong, tugging at your aching nipples. “You’re so sexy kitten, do you know that?” He praises, palming himself through his pants. You move toward him, capturing his lips with yours. He grips your ass tightly with one hand, kneading at the tender flesh of your breast with the other. He releases a deep moan at the feel of you dig your fingers into his hair and tug his head back. You trail kisses along his jaw and down his long neck, suckling on the smooth skin until small red marks form.

He sucks in a breath, bringing one of his large hands down onto your ass with a loud slap. You gasp at the sting that burns through your body, clenching around nothing. “Does my little kitten like that?” He asks breathlessly, rubbing the area softly. You nod quickly, licking your lips, watching desire spread across his face. “Tell me what you want baby. I want you so bad, my cock is so hard for you.” He pants, palming at his erection once again. You moan lustfully, dropping your hand to take over rubbing at his trapped member. He leans back on his arms, watching you tug at his belt, unzipping his pants. He smiles seductively, lifting his hips off the bed just enough for you to pull his pants and underwear down to free his cock. You gasp at the sight of his large member, taking a moment to drink it in. It’s the fattest, longest dick you’ve ever seen, curling up to rest above his belly button. The prominent veins bulging with every breath he takes, his fat swollen tip spilling pre-cum onto his belly. You bite your lip wondering if it’ll fit in your mouth let alone your cunt. “You don’t have to do anything baby. I know it can be intimidating and I don’t want to overwhelm you. We can just take care of you tonight.” He replies at the sight of your apprehension. “No, I want to. It’s just…. big.” He laughs at your comment, grabbing his cock tightly, pumping it up and down, in long languid strokes. Your mouth waters at the sight. You watch him carefully before moving your hands up to take his cock from him, taking over the painfully slow strokes. He moans softly, thrusting up into your closed fist, causing more and more of his lustful pre-cum to spill from his tip. He soon yanks off his button down with ease, pulling at your nipple to illicit a yelp from your lips.

You lower one of your hands, looking up at Yoongi for a sign that its ok. He nods, sucking in a breath as you cup his balls, kneading them in your palm. The sight of his swollen tip dripping down your hand has your pussy gushing. “Can I...” You lick your lips as you continue to caress his heavy sack. Yoongi watches you under hooded lids as you drop your head, capturing one of his balls in your mouth. “Oh, fuck!” He cries out. You feel your thong stick to your folds as you rub your thighs together, taking the other ball into your mouth and moaning around it. Yoongi pants desperately into the room, head back as you slurp and tongue at his scrotum. Completely turned on by Yoongi’s lustful display, you move up and begin to lap at the precum that has made its way down your fingers. Yoongi drops his head down to look at you, a small growl escaping as you take his entire head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his engorged tip. He releases a relived sigh when you push up on your knees, taking more of him into your throat. “Fuck kitten. You don’t know how good this feels.” You hum around his cock, bobbing up and down, hollowing out your cheeks as you arrive back up to his tip. You slowly lower your head onto his thick length again, this time trying to swallow back more of him causing yourself to gag. “Yeah baby, just like that.” He encourages, gripping the sheets. You drop down lower almost reaching his pubic area, gagging freely on his cock, tears forming at your eyes. Yoongi’s eyes roll back, his pants filling the room. You soon come up for air, wiping at your swollen mouth quickly before swallowing him down again. You bob up and down again, not taking him as deep this time, instead using your hands to pump the area not in your mouth. You moan around him, feeling his hands grip your hair, curses quietly escaping his lips. “Fuck kitten, you should stop now or else I’m gonna cum down your tight little throat.” You lift your head off his cock, looking up at him, “Do it daddy, gag me with your cock, fuck my throat, cum for me please. Treat me like your sexy little slut.” You beg lustfully. “You don’t know what you're saying.” He pants. “I’m saying I want daddy to take control of me, all of me. I don’t want to be your little kitten tonight but your sexy. Little. Whore.” He curses under his breath, grabbing a fist full of your hair and guiding you back to his throbbing member.

You moan in approval, relaxing your jaw. He groans deeply, gripping your hair tighter as he works you up and down his length. He begins to hitch his hips upward, your uncontrollable drool aiding the tip of his cock past your uvula and into your throat with ease. You grip his thighs tightly gagging freely on his cock, drool dripping down his balls. “Such a good cock sleeve for daddy.” He praises, fucking into your mouth faster. He grips your hair super tight now, to keep your head from moving as he lunges his cock in and out of your mouth, fucking your face with ease. “Oh kitten, oh fuck, such a good girl for daddy. Uh, fuck baby, I’m cumming. I'm cumming.” Your eyes widen as his warm seed shoots down your throat, filling your mouth to the brim. You gag a bit, attempting to swallow back his load, feeling a bit of it seep past your lips. He growls quietly, thrusting through his high. He soon pulls you off his still rock-hard cock and into a sloppy kiss. “That was so fucking hot baby. Let me repay the favor.” “No, I’m so wet. I need you inside of me.” You stand now, peeling off your thong, reaching out for Yoongi’s body to mount him. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a condom. You whine watching him stick the wrapper in his mouth to tear it open, his reddened cock rubbing at your hovering folds. He rolls the condom down his member slowly and you know now he’s teasing you. “Please, hurry up.” You mewl. He smirks when he’s done and you grunt loudly, grabbing his cock tightly and spreading your legs wide, lowering yourself onto his cock. “Such a greedy cock whore.” Your mouths drop open as his tip pushes into your entrance.

You suck in a breath, feeling the sting of his shaft stretch your cunt. “Ah, fuck,” You whimper, biting your lip trying to push down further onto his thick length, “I can’t, it won’t fit. You’re too big.” He chuckles softly, kneading the flesh of your breast. He kisses the juncture between your neck and shoulder gently, moving up to your ear. “Lie back baby. Daddy’s got you.” You pout dismounting him, lying back on the bed as you’re told. He lowers himself between your thighs, gliding his tongue along your slit before twirling it around your sensitive bud. You cry out at the feeling. He rolls his tongue ever so slowly along your clit, building your climax. You feel your coil twisting and begin to grind against his face. He smirks into your cunt, lowering himself down further to enter you with his tongue. You gasp, gripping his hair, to guide him. He thrust in and out of your entrance with ease as your slick soon trails down to the bed. Seemingly satisfied, Yoongi brings his lips back up to your clit, rolling his tongue once again. You widen your legs, moaning loudly into the room, yanking on his dark messy locks. He brings up his hand and enters you with two fingers, spreading his fingers in a wide scissor motion to prep you for his cock. You gasp at the sensation, feeling your body tremble with your oncoming orgasm. “Daddy, please don't stop, please.” You cry out, focused on his meticulous scissor motion and slow roll of the tongue. “God, Yoongi, feels so fucking good.” Yoongi curls his fingers up, rubbing at the soft flesh deep inside you, your eyes roll back as your back arches, your orgasm washing over you in hot waves. Yoongi groans, still lapping at your core until your body plops down onto the bed, dropping down from your high. He raises his head, your slick glistening on his lips and nose. He crawls up your body, hovering above you, eyes blown with lust. “Clean your mess off my face whore.” He demands. “Yes daddy.” You reply meekly, picking your head up off the mattress to lick your cum from his lips. You moan lustfully with each lap, swallowing down your sweet nectar.

“That’s enough.” He growls, catching your lips in a hard kiss. You melt back into the mattress, spreading your legs wide enough for Yoongi to watch himself rub his tip through your folds, your body trembling uncontrollably. “Just relax baby. Deep breath.” You nod at his comforting tone. He takes you by the hips, lining up his cock with your entrance. You nod at him, feeling your pussy drench itself in anticipation of his large member. Your mouth falls open as his tip breaches your cunt, this time with ease. He continues to roll his hips forward, gliding in with the help of your slickness and stretching you to the brim. He hisses at the feel of your walls clamp around him, massaging and clenching with every thrust. “You’re so tight baby, so fucking amazing. You feel so good around my cock. Take me so well. You’re made for me.” He groans in your ear, the sound of both of your moans filling the room. You grip tightly on his ass, pulling him deeper inside of you, wondering why you were ever nervous in the first place. This was perfect, he was perfect. He smiles seductively, looking down at you, wrapping his large hands around yours, “And you thought I wasn’t gonna fit?” You giggle at his comment, leaning up to kiss him gently. “Fuck me,” You pant, “please, like those other girls. I want to be everything you want and more.” He shakes his head, “You’re more than I could ever want. I don’t deserve you, I’m just happy you chose me.” “Don’t go easy on me because you think I can’t handle it. I want you, all of you.” “Oh, I know kitten, I’m quite enjoying you fucking yourself on my cock.” You look down, realizing Yoongi had stopped moving, that you were the one keeping the pace. “Oh kitten, don’t stop, it feels good when you milk my cock.” You moan lustfully, rolling your hips again. Yoongi watches the show more intently this time, adjusting his hips so your clit is gliding along his shaft. “Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard. Make me scream.” Yoongi moans from deep within his chest. “Oh baby, you really don’t know what you’re asking.” “Don’t treat me like some porcelain doll. I may, as you say, dress like one but I’m no nun. Now fuck me! Show me what this fat cock can do.” You shout, dropping your hand down between your bodies to tug on his full balls. “Shit kitten, you have no idea what you’re in for.” “All talk and no action.” You tease, licking up his face. He scoffs briefly, pulling out of you and flipping you over in one fell swoop, knocking the wind out of you. He uses his knees to part your legs, pulling your hips so your ass is high in the air. He drops his large open hand down on the thick flesh of your bottom, the sting burning through your body. You cry out as he comes down two more times. “Yoongi.” You pant. He grabs a handful of your hair, tugging your head back to whisper in your ear. “No no whore. Its daddy from here on out. Call me by my name again and I’ll paint this gorgeous ass red, understand?” You nod frantically, feeling your core heat, you juices flowing freely. “Good girl. No warning this time baby.” He whispers into your ear, taking both of your arms behind your back before slamming his cock into your soaked cunt. You scream out into your bedroom. Yoongi holds wrist together in one hand, gripping your hip in the other, fucking into your pussy like a madman. Your body shivers beneath him, your cunt clenching, juices leaking and coating his cock, aiding him further into you. “Oh, god! Yes. Fuck me daddy, fuck me so good.” Yoongi groans, slamming into you harder, his breathing becoming labored. He pulls out if you with a growl, pushing you down onto your left side. “Hold your leg up.” He pants, pushing your right leg up into your chest. Yoongi slaps your full ass before pushing the flesh of your right cheek up to expose your battered cunt to him. He effortlessly enters you, gripping and caressing at your plump glute while rotating his hips upwards, fucking into your pussy gently. He drops his head back, cursing quietly to himself. You watch him carefully, drinking in his lean body, how his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. You moan at the sight of him bite his lip when you clench down on his cock. He’s never been hotter than in this moment.

“I want to ride you.” You whimper, breaking his focus, he tilts his head down to look at you. His dark eyes flooded with lust. “Beg me.” “What?” “Beg daddy to let you ride his cock.” You smile slightly, gripping your own ass cheek now to spread yourself further apart for him. “Please daddy, please, may I ride your cock?” He bites his lip, still fucking into you. “Please daddy, I want to make you cum. Cum in my pussy.” You mewl. He hums, leaning forward to take your mouth in a sloppy kiss before pulling out of you. You move over so he can lie back on the bed. You mount him, hovering over his erection. “Can we take this off?” Yoongi eyes you suspiciously, watching you tug at the base of the condom. “I want to feel all of you. I want you to have all of me, like no one ever has. Not even Taehyung. I want you to coat my walls full of your desire for me.” Yoongi pants hard, his cheeks flushed. He swallows hard, “I’ve never done that before. It isn’t something I do.” He replies. “I understand.” You grasp him at the root and begin to lower yourself onto him slowly. “Wait,” He stops you, “It’s me and you baby. I trust you.” He drops his hand between you both and removes the latex from his member. You descend again, dropping your head back at the newfound closeness. He digs his fingers into your hips, mouth agape as you descend to the root. You start with a slow steady pace, savoring every ridge of Yoongi’s glorious cock, that is, until Yoongi leans forward, wrapping his arm around your waist, thrusting upwards, fucking into you with a rapid pace. He whimpers a bit, biting his lip to hold back any further cries from falling from his lips. He rests his forehead against your collar bone, thrusting up harder and faster, his breath hitching in his throat. You moan out loud, a cry escaping, when his tip hits your cervix, jumping up a bit. Yoongi pulls you back down to meet his thrust, not wanting to separate from you in this moment. You feel your body ignite and your pussy clench hard around him. “Fuck baby, do that again, feels so fucking good. You feel so amazing. Fucking heaven. I can feel your fucking walls trembling. Cum on my cock baby.” “My god.” You wail, your eyes rolling as you feel a great warmth start at the top of your head and burn down to your toes. Your whole-body tingles and you lean forward, pushing Yoongi onto his back, resting your hands on his chest, lifting your hips ravenously to continue to chase this high. The sounds of your ass slapping against Yoongi's thighs fill your ears right before your animal like groan. “Fuck kitten, don’t stop, I’m cumming. God, I’m fucking cumming.” Your breath quickens and you grip Yoongi's chest harder, riding him faster. He cries out unabashedly, gripping your ass to aid your body up and down his length. Your climax slowly pours over your whole body at the feeling of Yoongi’s cock twitching inside you, his release warming your walls, filling you to the brim. Tears form in your eyes at the euphoric feeling that washes over you. Yoongi sits up slowly and plants kisses over the tears that fall. “I love you Yoongi,” You cry into the nape of his neck, “I know its too soon but I know what love feels like and this is it.” He wraps your legs around his waist, pulling you closer to him. “I love you too Y/N. Its never too soon or too late. What’s meant to be will be. I knew the moment I was ready to give up everything for you.” You pull away from him to look in his eyes. “Really?” He nods, kissing you softly. “What now? I got you fired.” You look away, wiping your tears. “I quit baby. I did NOT get fired. Now we move forward. You and me, everything else is just background noise. I've never been happier.” You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.

The following morning, you wake to an empty room. You look around wondering if it was all a dream. Fortunately for you, the deep throb between your legs tells you it wasn't. Not to mention the smell of bacon in the air. You get up and wrap your robe around your body, walking out to the kitchen. You smile to see Yoongi on the phone cooking while Frenchie sits counter top watching him. “Yes sir. Thank you sir. Of course, I completely understand. Not a problem. OK. Take care, see you Monday.” Your brow furrows watching Yoongi toss his phone on the counter. “Good morning kitten.” “Good morning. Did I just hear you say, ‘See you Monday?’” He nods, putting a piece of bacon in his mouth. “The boss called, told me my offer still stands, apologized for all the nonsense. Head of graphics. Has a nice ring to it huh?” You squeal, running into his arms and kissing him firmly. “That's amazing. I thought I was going to have to support your ass.” He laughs out loud, kissing you again. “One condition, you and I cant work on projects together anymore.” You shrug at the news. “As long as I have you in my bed at night, I don't care about any office intermingling.” His brows shoot up and he turns the stove off, sliding his hands up your thighs. “Yoongi, I have to feed Frenchie.” He kisses into the crook of your neck. “Daddy took care of that already. Daddy is going to take care of everything from now on,” You giggle now as Yoongi lifts you off your feet, walking you to the bedroom, “that means we skip to the part where we get to intermingle.”

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23. “Is that my shirt?”

Letting out a sigh, you walk through the door to your house that you shared with your boyfriend Bokuto. It has been a long and tiring day from having to deal with annoying coworkers, complaining customers and a nasty boss, and all you want to do is get clean, eat something and cuddle with your boyfriend, Bokuto, but you couldn’t do the latter option since he was off to a tournament. You kick off your shoes at the front door before you made your way to your bedroom. You tossed your workbag to the corner of the room and grabbed some clothes before quickly going to the bathroom.

You take your clothes off as the water fills the tub. You put in your favorite bath bomb in the tub. Watching as the color spreads and the scent flows through the room. You look in the mirror, seeing your tired face. You had slight bags under your eyes and your eyes were slightly red from straining them all day. You rub your face before turning to the tub and turning off the water.

You lift your foot and step into the steaming water. You get in completely before relaxing into the water. All the tense muscles in your body calmed down as you lay in the hot water. You lean your head back and close your eyes. All the nerves and irritation that you experienced today just disappeared in an instant.

You wash your body and hair and stayed in for a while longer before your fingers got pruney. You drained the tub and got out. Wrapping the towel around your body and walk into the bedroom. You open your dresser drawer. You pull out a pair of underwear and sleeping shorts before you made your way to the closet and pulling out one of Bokuto’s t-shirts.

You cuddled into the shirt, the smell of his cologne still lingered on it to bring you at ease. You grab your phone and decide to order f/f. You call in your order, gave your address before thanking them and hanging up. Just as you did, your phones makes a ding noise.

Your phone flashes as it shows your lock screen, which was a portrait photo of you wearing Bokuto’s jersey and him lifting you up after a successful game and you two hugging (thanks Atsumu). You unlock it and see he has texted you.

 LOML<3:

Hey babe, just wanted to see you and ask about your day!

I miss you like hell! <3

 You smile at the message, missing him just as much and if not more than he missed you. You walked downstairs and sit on the couch, waiting for your food, as you reply back to Bokuto.

 You:

Hey love, it was an ok day and I miss you badly as well.

But only 2 more weeks! How was your day?

LOML<3:

It was good, got a lot done during practice.

And from the way you talked from your day,

it doesn’t seem good. You wanna talk?

 You smile at his sweetness. Even if he’s miles away, he still made your heart skip a beat.

 You:

It was just a rough day, that’s all.

 When you sent the message, your doorbell rang. You grabbed some money, open the door and pay for the food and giving the delivery guy a small tip. You thank him before closing and locking the door. You go upstairs to your room and lay on the bed. Turning on the tv and watching f/m.

Your phone then rings, showing your face as he was trying to facetime you. You fix your hair some as you press the accept button. Bokuto’s face then appears, he had a bright smile once he say your face. “Hey baby,” he said loudly. You giggle, “hey love. How are you?” You pick up your food and begin to eat as you look at him.

“I’m good babe, I just miss you is all,” he said and finishing with a small pout. “I miss you too but like I said, two weeks and we’ll see each other.” He nod his head, “so I heard you had a bad day. Wanna talk about it?” You just let out a small sigh as you gave a weak smile, “it was just one thing after another. Coming from every direction but I’m happy to be home.”

He nod his head understanding, “I’m sorry I can’t be there for you but hopefully this is helping.” You smile brightly at him, “it is babe. Thank you.” He went to go speak before loud knocks were heard at his door. He got up from his spot on the bed and walked to the door. You continued to eat and watch as he opened the door. “What’s up?” he asked as he spoke to someone. “We’re bored,” you heard Hinata whine from the other end. “Hi Shoyo,” you said excitedly. You saw a head of orange and yellow show on the screen. “Y/N-SAN!” you heard him and Atsumu holler.

The camera shook as you heard Bokuto complain from a distance and Atsumu’s face fully shown on the screen. “Hi,” he said with his usual smirk. You shook your head with a giggle, “hey.” You say Bokuto’s head behind him as you laugh and point, “you might wanna watch out Miya.” He furrowed his eyebrows and before he got the chance to ask, Bokuto launched on his back.

The phone shook before it went black, assuming he dropped it on the floor. You heard them playfully yelling at each other, mixtures of ‘get off’ and ‘you steal her every time we call!’ You laugh out at their child like behavior as the phone is picked up by Shoyo himself. “Hi y/n,” he said with a bright smile. You give a small wave, “hey Shoyo. How are you?”

“I’m great! We did a whole bunch of practice moves. The ball kept going WHOOSH and BLAM and KASHAM. It was great,” he said excitedly in one breath with the biggest smile on his face. You smile at his enthusiasm. That’s one of the main things that your admired about him is that he was always happy and had a bright smile on his face at the things he loved, and you knew that volleyball definitely came first on his mind.

“Well I’m glad things worked out for you Shoyo,” you say softly as he still heard the two boys in the background ‘fight.’ You say Hinata move and noticed the back of a couch, so you knew he sat down. He looked at the phone and flipped the camera where you could see Atsumu and Bokuto messing around. You giggled out, taking a few pictures of them as you continued to eat the rest of your food.

After a moment of them playing around, you say Bokuto kick Atsumu off the bed onto the ground. He jumped up to where he stood on the bed and threw his hands up in victory. “I WIN!” he yelled happily as you smiled at his excited state and took a photo of him. He turned towards the camera when he heard you laugh so he jumped from the bed to the phone. He flipped it back to him with a smug smile on his face, “did you see that babe?” You nodded your head with a giggle, “I did love. Good job.”

You heard Atsumu whine in the background and complaining but Bokuto didn’t acknowledge him. Instead he focused in on the shirt you were wearing. “Is that my shirt?” he asked with a cute smile on his face. You nod your head, “yeah. I just really missed you and… it still has your scent on it.”

You blushed and looked down as you heard them all ‘awe’ at you. “Aww babe I miss you too. So much,’ he said as the other the other two boys giggled out. You smile with a blush still on your face when a sudden yawn escaped your lips.

“You should get some sleep,” Bokuto said with a soft smile in a serious expression. You pout slightly but nod your head as well. “Ok, I’ll talk to you tomorrow love. Don’t stay up too late and good luck at your game tomorrow. I’ll be watching and cheering you guys on,” you say and finish you a smile and a thumbs up.

They all cheered with a nod to their head, “alright y/n. We’ll do our best and win.” Atsumu and Hinata waved you goodbye and left you and Bokuto together. “Good luck Ko. I love you and I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” you say as you blew him a kiss. “Love you too babe. Ill win,” he said with determination written all over his face.

You bid bye one last time before hanging up on him. You sigh softly, plugging up your phone and laying down on your bed. Closing your eyes with a tiny smile on your lips to end the day. It’s great that a horrible day and turn completely around from a simple conversation with someone you love.

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A/n I’m so sorry I’m taking forever to respond to request. I honestly have no excuse I’ve just been doing them when I know I can actually finish them. Anyway I hope it was to your liking. Bye loves!!

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*Coworkers With Benefits Part 2–Zac Efron

Part 1

Warnings: protected sex, shower sex, language

"I think I'm in love with you."

Even though Zac said that when he thought I was asleep, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I felt him fall asleep but I was up all night.

When Zac and I started hooking up, we had agreed to not let any feelings get involved and if we had any spark of a feeling we'd end this. Well, clearly Zac let that go.

I guess the question now is; do I have feelings for him?

I thought about that question as I got out of bed and wrapped the sheet around my bare body. I looked over my shoulder to see Zac still asleep.

Do I have feelings for him?

I kept asking myself that question as I got in the shower.

Sure, Zac was attractive. And sweet. And funny. And hardworking. And don't forget incredible in bed. Like award-winning. But we work together. Starting a relationship could be dangerous for us.

I gasped when I heard the shower curtain get pushed to the side. I bit my lip as Zac stood there, not moving.

"What?" He teased. "You didn't think I'd want a shower too?"

I took slow, calming breaths as he stepped into the shower and closed the curtain behind him.

"I thought you were asleep," I said, careful I didn't stutter. "I didn't want to wake you."

"How sweet of you," he said in a teasing tone. I nervously chewed on my lip as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back against his bare chest.

I let out a surprised gasp as he started biting my neck. I hadn't noticed I had stiffened up until Zac said something about it.

"You okay?" He asked, pulling his teeth away from my neck.

"Yeah," I said, unable to hide the stutter this time. I sucked in a breath as he gently turned me around.

"Y/N, what's going on?"

"Nothing," I said under my breath.

"Y/N," he sighed. I froze as he stepped closer to me, gently rubbing his hands up and down my arms. "What's wrong? You look like you're in a different world. Did you sleep okay?"

"No," I said truthfully. "I just couldn't sleep. Do you ever have it where you just aren't tired? Well, that was me last night. I've been kind of stressed lately, I guess. I don't know."

"Oh?" He said, scanning my face. Suddenly, his caring expression slowly turned into a mischievous smirk. "I bet I can make you tired. I bet I could even make you so weak you pass out the second I stop."

"Really?" I challenged him, instantly forgetting about last night. Any worries, regrets, fears disappeared as Zac pinned me between his body and the shower wall.

"Wanna make a bet?" He whispered as his face was inches from my face.

"Just shut up and kiss me," I groaned as I grabbed his face and smashed his lips against mine. Zac laughed as he started moving his lips in sync with mine. He pushed me up against the wall making me moan against his lips.

Our lips moved hungrily against each other's as the hot water warmed up our already steaming bodies. He broke the kiss and immediately started kissing my neck. I leaned my head against the tiles and closed my eyes as Zac positioned himself.

I let out a loud moan that echoed off the shower walls as I felt Zac's hardened member slip into me. Zac pulled away from my neck and watched me as he continued to slip in and out of me.

"How does this feel, baby?" He moaned in between thrusts.

I smirked up at him as I teased, "I thought you said you could make me so weak I pass out the second you stop."

The second I teased him, he stepped up his game. I laughed as he seemed more determined to fuck me until I was weak. He reached down and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"I'm not finished with you yet."

                         * * * * *

He was right. The second he pulled out of me and put me down, I leaned against the cold shower tiles with my eyes squeezed shut.

"Holy shit, baby," I said, still out of breath. "You really can fuck a girl unconscious."

"Told you," he laughed. He stepped towards me and grabbed my hands, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Sorry, baby," I moaned tiredly, "but I don't think I can go again."

"That's not what I was doing," he chuckled.

"Then what are you doing?" I asked sleepily as I leaned my head against his left peck.

I smirked when I felt his rapid heart rate. He reached behind me and turned off the shower. I hummed as he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I moaned when I felt my aching pussy press against his wet abs.

"I can feel your abs through my vagina," I mumbled.

"Well, I can feel your vagina pressed up against my abs," he teased. "It's kind of hot."

"I'm sore," I said as he walked over to my bed. "What the hell did you do to me?"

"Sorry," he chuckled as he carefully laid me down. I hummed sleepily as he grabbed some Kleenexes and a towel and started cleaning me up.

"I'm gonna get my bed all wet," I said as I rolled over onto my side.

"It wouldn't be the first time that's happened." I opened one of my eyes to see Zac smirking down at me.

"Fuck you," I said as I closed my eye again.

"That's your job, sexy, but not right now, okay? I'm afraid the shower sex tapped me out."

I sleepily mocked him as I waved my hands, dismissing him. He just chuckled as he grabbed the blanket and draped it over my naked body.

"I'll call you later," Zac whispered as he leaned down and pressed his lips to my forehead. I hummed as he pulled the covers closer to my chin. "Try and get some sleep, babe."

                         * * * * *

Mine and Zac's hook-ups usually go the same way. A normal Friday for us starts out with us sneaking off and making out at work, take out for dinner at his or my place, and ending in sex. Then on Saturdays, we wake up and have morning sex.

This weekend started out the same, but quickly changed when he whispered he was in love with me when he thought I was asleep.

After he left this morning, I fell asleep for a few hours before waking back up. When I sat up, my whole body aching, the seven words Zac whispered to me popped back into my head.

"I think I'm in love with you."

"Shit," I mumbled to myself as I ran my fingers through my hair. I got out of bed and slipped on my robe. My breath got stuck in my throat when I grabbed my phone and saw a miscall and a few texts from Zac.

Zac 😎🍆: Hey, babe. Hopefully, you got some sleep. Zac 😎🍆: Damn, are you as sore as I am? Zac 😎🍆: Sorry, I forgot. You're trying to sleep. Text me or call me when you wake up. Maybe we can hook up again tonight. If you're ready. 😉

After reading his texts, I hesitated to call him. I decided not to as I got in the shower, this time actually washing my body. When I got out, I wrapped my towel around me and started brushing my hair.

I jumped when my phone started ringing. I walked into my room, holding my towel close to my chest, and grabbed my phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, gorgeous." I bit my lip when Zac's voice whispered through the phone. "Did you get any sleep after I left?"

"A little," I sighed, nervously running my fingers through my wet hair. I quickly lowered my hand when I realized I was now nervous around him.

Since when was I nervous to talk to the guy I was secretly having sex with?

"What are you up to, babe?" Zac's voice brought me back to reality.

"I just got out of the shower."

My nerves disappeared when I heard him let out a deepthroated moan. "You can't tell me things like that, babe," he moaned. "Especially when I'm alone in my trailer."

"Oh really?" I challenged. I let go of my towel, letting it drop to the ground. "What if I told you I was now standing in the middle of my room with no towel on?"

I smirked when I heard Zac moan into the phone. "Water droplets are slowly sliding down my bare body. I am covered in goosebumps. Damn, my room is cold."

"Oh baby," he moaned. "My house. Tonight. Don't make me beg."

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I can't," I said quickly. I reached down and grabbed my towel, rewrapping it around my body.

"Wait, what?" He stuttered. "Y/N."

"I'm sorry," I whispered as I quickly hung up the phone. My heart dropped into my stomach as I sat down on the edge of my bed.

We had a nice thing going with our sneaking around and hooking up. And now, 7 words later, it's changed.

                         * * * * *

After that phone call, I didn't call Zac to hook up that night. I actually started ignoring him completely for the rest of the week. Which is extremely hard to do when you work together.

I ignored him as much as I could on set. I made sure I was never alone in a room with him. I ignored him whenever he sent me our secret signal—the one we'd use when we wanted to sneak off and fool around at work. I even barely made eye contact with him.

I could tell as the days went on, he knew something was up. I mean, Zac isn't an idiot. We went from sneaking around and hooking up at work to me not even looking his way.

Towards the end of the week, I couldn't take it anymore. Going to work was torture. It seemed as if Zac was everywhere I went. He eventually gave up on trying to get my attention but anytime we passed each other, I could tell things were tense. Finally, that Friday I decided to take some time off from work.

I spent the weekend in my apartment, alone. It was the loneliest weekend I've had since I moved out to LA. I lost track of the times I reached for my phone to text him. But every time I reached for it, I instantly put it down. When the weekend was over, I couldn't find the strength to go to work. Instead, I called in sick Monday. And Tuesday. And Wednesday. And the rest of the week.

A week of isolation later, I was lazily scanning through jobs. I wasn't sure if I should transfer to a different set or not. Right when I was about to turn a random show on to distract myself, there was a loud knock on my front door.

"What are you doing here?" I stuttered when I opened the door to see Zac standing on my porch.

"Hey," he said as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I was hoping we could talk."

"About?" I asked as I awkwardly cleared my throat.

"I'm not sure, really," he chuckled. "It's just. . . You haven't been at work and I've tried calling but it kept going to voicemail. And I just. . . I can't help but feel like something happened between us."

"Zac," I stuttered, not really sure what I would say as I interrupted him.

"What happened, Y/N?" He asked, his voice going from lighthearted to serious. "I feel like you've been avoiding me lately. I mean. . . Are you? Did I do something? Or. . ."

"I heard you," I cut him off before I could stop myself.

"What?" Zac stuttered. I cleared my throat as I gathered my courage.

"I heard you," I sighed, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "Do you remember the other night when I couldn't sleep? The next day we had mind-blowing shower sex. Remember? You fucked me unconscious."

"Yeah," Zac smirked. "I remember that."

Suddenly, the look on his face changed. "Wait, Y/N. . . What exactly did you hear that night?"

"We agreed that this. . .fling we have going was just that–a fling. We agreed, back when we started, that there would be no feelings attached. We'd just be sleeping together. That's it."

"Y/N," he cut me off. "What did you hear the other night?"

"I heard you say you think you might be in love with me," I rushed out. "You whispered that to me when you thought I had fallen asleep."

"Is that why you haven't been coming to work all week?"

I looked away, my cheeks burning. "That's why," he whispered. "You've called in sick to work all week because you didn't want to see me."

"No," I stuttered. "I just. . . I didn't know. . . I was trying to figure out. . ."

I stopped talking when Zac stepped closer to me. I looked up and gasped when I realized just how close he had gotten to me in one step.

"Y/N," he whispered as he reached up and cupped my cheek in his hand. "I meant it," he continued, not dropping his hand from my face. "I meant it when I said I was in love with you. I may not have meant for you to hear it, but I don't regret it."

"What?" I whispered.

"I don't regret falling in love with you, Y/N," he laughed. "I didn't plan on it. It just happened."

"Zac," I stuttered.

"Can I come in?" He asked instead of continuing.

I nodded as I moved aside and opened the door more for him. He started to walk in but stopped when he got in front of me. He reached down and grabbed my hand.

"I want to talk about this," he whispered. "Please just hear me out."

"Okay," I said under my breath, suddenly very nervous.

With my hand still in his, he led me into my apartment. We sat on my couch, the tension very thick between the two of us. Finally, Zac broke the silence.

"Do you remember the night we first slept together?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "We were filming 17 Again and you broke up with your girlfriend. The cast and I took you out to cheer you up. You and I were the last ones to leave the bar and we ended up leaving together."

"Then we hooked up again the next weekend," Zac continued.

"I remember," I sighed. "Zac, where are you going with this?"

"The first time we slept together, I was wasted," Zac explained. "But the second time. . . I wasn't."

"Wait, what?" I stuttered, my heart jumping into my throat.

Zac chuckled as he scooted closer to me, grabbing both of my hands in his. "Look," he sighed, "the truth is, after our first time, I couldn't stop thinking about you and what happened. So, the next weekend, I did whatever I could to make it happen again. And when we decided to be coworkers with benefits, I didn't say no. It wasn't what I wanted, but at least it was something."

"Wasn't what you wanted?" I repeated.

"Of course it wasn't what I wanted, Y/N. I liked you. A lot," he chuckled. "I just. . . I was hoping that the more time we spent together, maybe you'd. . . Maybe you'd start to have feelings for me too."

He bit his lip as he waited for me to say something. "Okay," he sighed when I didn't say anything. "I know that we agreed this would just be a fling but I can't anymore. I can't keep pretending that I don't have feelings for you because I do. I do, Y/N. I love you."

I cut him off by grabbing his face and pressing my lips to his. I felt him smile into the kiss as our lips moved in sync. I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against his. I caught my breath before leaning back.

He reached up and grabbed my wrists, staring deeply into my eyes. He slowly pulled my hands away from his face, instantly intertwining our fingers.

"I love you too," I whispered.

I smiled when his eyes widened. I giggled as he roughly pressed his lips to mine. As our lips moved in sync, he laid us down and hovered over me.

"I love you," he said against my lips. "So much, Y/N."

"I love you too, Zac." I gasped as he started kissing my neck.

He moaned as he brought his lips back to mine. Our lips instantly started moving in sync as Zac brought his body closer to mine.

I reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt. He broke the kiss long enough to rip off his shirt and toss it aside.

I moaned as Zac pressed his lips to mine. I instantly started moving my lips against his as he grinded his body against mine. The room filled with our grunts and moans as we fell into our familiar rhythm.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, giving him the access he desired. While Zac was busy searching for my weak spot, I reached up and started to undo his jeans.

He grunted as he broke away from my neck. I bit my lip, hiding a smile as Zac quickly tore off his pants. He looked down at me and smirked.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. He reached forward and grabbed my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the side. He smirked as he looked down at my bra before biting his lip.

He hovered over me, causing me to slowly lay back down. He smirked down at me as he undid my jeans and slid them off of me. Zac hesitated before slowly sliding my underwear down my legs. As he took mine off, I reached up and started taking his boxers off.

I watched as he pressed his chest to mine, snuck his hands under my body, and unhooked my bra. I smirked as he leaned back, bringing my bra with him. He didn't break our eye contact as he threw my bra across the room.

A moan got stuck in his throat as he looked down at my bare breasts. He bit his lip as he leaned down. I sucked in a breath when Zac started leaving open mouth kisses around my breasts. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling on his hair as he continued to play with my nipple.

"Baby," I moaned as he switched from my right breast to my left.

He pulled away, a popping sound echoing off my bedroom walls. He smirked before leaning back down and started chewing on my neck. As his lips traveled up and down my neck, his hands slid up my body. I gasped loudly as he wrapped his hands around each of my breasts and squeezed.

"Holy fuck," I moaned.

"Damn, I love hearing you moan as I pleasure you," Zac whispered in my ear, teasingly chewing on my earlobe.

He pulled away, his grip on my breasts loosening as the look in his eyes changed. Without saying anything, he leaned down and quickly pressed his lips to mine. I smiled into the kiss as our lips immediately started moving in sync.

Our lips moved in sync as he reached over and grabbed something. Without breaking the kiss, he struggled to open the condom.

I broke the kiss, giggling as I grabbed it from him. "Why do you always struggle with these?" I smirked as I glanced up at him.

"Maybe it's because I'm a little distracted by the gorgeous naked girl under me," he said, still struggling to catch his breath.

I easily opened the condom and handed it to him. He sent me an annoyed smirk before grabbing it from me and slipping it on. I bit my lip when he didn't break our eye contact as he lowered himself so he was hovering over me.

I waited for him to do something but he just slowly looked over my naked body. "I can't believe I get to call you mine," he whispered. "Finally."

I gasped as he roughly pushed himself into me. I arched my back, giving him better access as I squeezed my eyes shut at the pressure. A loud moan escaped my lips as Zac didn't waste any time before grinding his hips against mine, pushing himself further into me.

I dragged my nails down his back as he continued roughly pushing in and out of me, my eyes still closed. The longer he was in me, the more my orgasm built.

"Holy shit, baby," I said between moans. "How do you so easily make me weak?"

"It's a gift," he chuckled. I opened my eyes, feeling my cheeks burn as I carefully and quickly rolled us over, me now on top. He smirked as I sat up, him roughly pulling out of me. I grabbed his shoulders, making him sit up.

"Do it," he moaned under his breath. "Ride me, baby."

"If you say so," I smirked as I sent him a wink.

Before he had time to catch his breath, I roughly brought my hips down to his. I smirked as he instantly moaned. He leaned his head back as I continued to grind my hips on his, him slipping slightly in and out of me.

"Fuck, baby. Don't stop," he said, letting out a deepthroated moan. I gasped as he pulled me closer to his chest and roughly pressed his lips to mine.

I moaned into the kiss, not stopping my hips from pushing him in and out of me. Zac grabbed my hips and roughly pulled me so he slipped out of me. I gasped for air as he paused. We looked at each other, neither one of us daring to look away.

Things slowed down as he held me to his chest and gently laid us back down, him now hovering over me. I watched as Zac reached down and cupped my cheek in his hand. He sent me a soft smile as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.

When he finally pushed into me, our movements were slower. This round wasn't as desperate and lustful as our first. It was gentle, slow, and full of love. Our moans and grunts went from porno level to romance level.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of him inside me. I ran my hands up his chest, snaking them around his neck. I squeezed my eyes shut as I focused on the feeling of him thrusting into me.

"Oh, baby," I moaned. "Harder, Zac. Much harder."

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled darkly. I let out a loud moan as I lifted my hips, making him slid into me deeper.

"Less talking," I said breathlessly. "More fucking."

"Damn, I love it when you're bossy," he grunted as he quickened his pace.

With my eyes still closed, I put my hands on the back of his neck and pulled him down to press his lips to mine. Our lips instantly started moving in sync as he slowly pushed in and out of me.

Zac broke the kiss and started kissing up and down my neck. My eyes fluttered closed as his lips traveled down my neck and across my collar bone to the other side.

I arched my back as Zac immediately started sucking on my tits. I groaned as his tongue danced across my breasts. I whined when he pulled on my nipple before switching to my other breast.

"Tell me, baby," he grunted, his face pressed between my breasts as he licked my sternum. "Who do these belong to?"

"You, baby," I moaned loudly. "Of course, you."

He pulled away, roughly pulling his dick out of me. I gasped as he grabbed my wrists and placed them above my head, pushing them against the couch cushion. He bit his lip, slightly growling as he looked at my heaving chest.

"Who do you belong to, baby?" He groaned as he playfully pressed his dick to the outside of my aching pussy. "Tell. Me," he growled out between his teeth.

"You," I gasped out.

"And no one else?" He growled

"No one else. I belong to you, daddy."

"That's what I like to hear."

I moaned loudly as he roughly pushed back into me as if we hadn't skipped a beat. I instantly started feeling an orgasm as he thrusted harder and faster into me.

"Shit, baby," he moaned. "I love the feeling of being inside you."

"Fuck," I barely got out as his thrusts got even faster. "Zac," I gasped loudly as he pressed against my g-spot. "I'm. . . I'm getting close, baby."

"Good," he moaned into my ear. As his movements sped up, my orgasm built. "Come on, babe," he said, slightly biting my ear. "Cum with me, Y/N."

He pressed his lips to mine, our lips instantly moving in sync. I made him moan by dragging my nails down his back and squeezing his ass when I got to it.

"Fuck, Zac," I moaned as I arched my back, finally releasing.

"Fuck," he repeated as he released into me. We laid like that, Zac not pulling out of me as we caught our breaths. When we finally started breathing normally, he slowly slid out of me. I bit my lip as he rolled over, pulling me on his chest.

We still hadn't broken the silence as I laid on his chest. I smiled when I felt Zac slowly dance his fingers up and down my back.

"I love you, Y/N," Zac whispered. I slowly opened my eyes as I looked up at his profile.

I sat up on my elbows and leaned down, pressing my lips to his. Our swollen lips moved in sync as he rubbed his hands up and down my back. I broke the kiss and leaned up on my elbows so I was hovering over him.

"I love you too, Zac."

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Our clothes were scattered on the floor and we laid on the couch in each other's arms. I smiled as he ran his fingers up and down my back. I sighed, cuddling more into his chest.

"Are we really going to do this?" I whispered.

"Well, yeah," he shrugged with a playful smirk. "It's not like we haven't done this before."

"Not that," I giggled, playfully hitting his chest. I sat up and looked down at my hand pressed to his chest. "I meant. . . Us, together. Are we really doing this?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "We are."

"Good," I said as I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.

I felt him smile against my lips as our kiss immediately got heated. He rolled us over, our lips still moving in sync. He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too, Zac."

[a-bts-world]

Fake dating II part 2 II Lucas Wong

pairing: Lucas Wong x reader

Masterlist I previous chapter I next chapter I

This is a small series about Lucas being your fake boyfriend for a high school reunion, but he turns out to be so much more after all.

I’m here

Is the text you get from Yukhei at exactly 3 o’clock, the time the two of you would meet. But you are running late once again. After your coffee with Ten you did absuletly nothing, until you had only one hour left before Yukhei would be here. This meant that in one hour you needed to shower, decide on your clothes, do your make up and your hair. Normally this would take about an hour and a half.

I’m not ready yet! So sorry, you can come up. Here is my apartment number: 214. If you just ring the bell when you are here, I will open the door. Once again, I’m so sorry!

You quickly message him back. Continuing your make-up, you see that Yukhei has read your text, which meant he was probably on his way to your apartment. That is when you realized, you invited him over to your apartment, which is messy due to you being late. You start to panick, but before you can actually go into full panic mode, you hear the doorbell. He is already here. You walk towards the door and open it.

‘Hello, I’m so sorry. I thought I would be fine today. I’m almost finished though, so you we can leave in a bit. Please come in if you want a seat. Don’t need to take your shoes of, I won’t take that long.’ You quickly say and walk back to your bedroom. Putting on your last bit of make-up. Putting your jewelry in your bag and grabbing your shoes. You walk back to the living room. ‘Just need to put on my shoes and then we can go.’ You say and you see Yukhei still standing at the door. You look at him with question in your eyes.

‘You said you would be ready soon. So I didn’t want to make a mess of your apartment. That’s why I decided to stay here.’ He explains and holds out his hand. You gladly take it after putting on your second shoe.

‘thank you’ you say and quickly grab a blazer before the two of you leave your apartment.

You and Yukhei arrive at the high school around a quarter to 4. A bit later than most people, but not too late. Before you can excited the car on your own, Yukhei sprints to your side and opens the door for you. You give him a soft smile, thanking him for being so kind. After closing the door behind you, he puts his arm around your waist. You are surprised by his action, but then you realize the two of you got to act like a couple.

‘This is okay right?’ he then whispers in your ear. You breath is stuck in your throat, so you just nod as an answer. ‘Shall we go then?’ he continues and the two of you walk to the entrance of the building. Arriving at the entrance you see a few directions to the basketball court. You take yukhei’s hand of your waist to hold his hand instead. Guiding him towards the reunion. As you enter the basketball court your eyes scan the crowd looking for Ten. What you fail to realize is that everyone is looking at the two of you. That is until Yukhei squeezes your hand. ‘Ehm, why are they all looking at us?’ he then asks confused.

‘I don’t know.’ You answer him, but deep down you do know. They would never expect you to end up with someone like Lucas. You didn’t either, but you also know you didn’t really end up with him since this is all fake.

‘Let’s go, I found Ten. It would be weird if we just stayed here any longer.’ Yukhei says and pulls you towards Ten, since the two of you are still holding hands. After following Yukhei your eyes also find Ten and Da-Hee.

‘Hello! y/n you look stunning!’ Da-hee enthusiastically greets you. She gives you a hug, at the same time Yukhei and Ten greet each other also giving a hug, only a bit more manly. They do a bro hug kind of thing, which you still don’t understand. Ten then starts introducing Yukhei to Da-hee.

‘So baby, this is Lucas my coworker and y/n boyfriend, for now’ whispering the last two words she looks at you confused. You give her a look meaning you will explain later. ‘Lucas, this is my girlfriend Da-hee. As you know she is also my dance partner.’ Ten tells Yukhei. And you notice you’re the only one calling him Yukhei instead of Lucas. You should ask him about that. With that thought music starts playing and someone walks up the little stage in the front of the room. The official reunion starts now, first the old principal tells us how happy she is to see this reunion happening. Then the current principal talks a bit about the importance of this reunion and then the rest of the event is explained. It seemed that there was a system designed to get everyone back in touch with eachtother. Everyone got a number and a letter as they can see on the board behind the current principal. First everyone needs to find the right table, each seat had a combination of a number and a letter.

‘Which combination are we looking for?’ Yukhei asks after the explanation. Scanning the room with his eyes.

‘Combination 9G, do you see it somewhere?’ You answer his question. Yukhei scans the room again and then nods. He grabs your hand again and pulls you into the direction of the table. You just follow him, accepting that he found the combination already. After dodging a few tables the two of you end up at a table rather close to the stage. Your eyes scan the table number and you see that you two ended up at the right table, number 9G. ‘Thank you’ you quietly mumble to Yukhei.

‘No problem, two people see more than one.’ He answers and grabs a seat and pulls it backwards. You expect him to go sit on it. That is until you notice his hand presenting the seat to you. You nod as a thank you and sit down on the seat. Yukhei grabs the seat next to you and also sits down. Now the two of you just need to wait on the rest of your table. You can see Ten sitting down somewhere far from the stage. Still nervous about who will join the table, you start fumbling around with the ring on your hand. ‘Hey, it’s gonna be okay. Don’t stress.’ Yukhei tells you and grabs your hand, stopping you from playing with the ring.

‘Thanks,’ you murmur back to Yukhei. That is when you see someone walk towards the table. As the person comes closer you recognize him as Kun, he was a popular basketball player in Ten’s year. Which got you wondering why he is at this reunion. Ten is only here because Da-hee is the same age as you, so he is here as plus one. Kun on the other hand wouldn’t have any reason to be here, as it looks like he is here alone. Deep in your train of thought you don’t realize that Ji-su enters his side, you remember her all to well. She was on of the girls who hurt you during your high school period.

‘hello, how are you guys?’ Kun ask politely as he and Ji-su sit down in front of you and Yukhei.

‘Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Lucas, and we are good. How are you guys?’ Yukhei introduces himself and answering Kun’s question. You almost didn’t notice he introduced himself as Lucas instead of Yukhei, which reminded you about your burning question of his name.

‘We are good as well, are you guys the only ones here yet.’ Kun then asks while looking at you. You just nod, still staring at Ji-su.

‘What is it y/n? Cat got your tong? Or are you admiring how good I look today.’ Ji-su smirked while filling her glass with water. You looked away, not knowing what to answer.

‘I think she just spaced out. She has been working a lot lately, because of how busy it is. So I think she still working in her head.’ Yukhei protects you from her. Ji-su doesn’t know what to answer and just shrugs her shoulders. Meanwhile Yukhei grabs ahold of your hand again, caressing it with hopes of calming down your nerves. In the meantime 5 other people have sat down at the round table. Next to you sat Shotaro, Jeno with his girlfriend Mia and then Kun and Ji-su. Then a empty chair and then followed by Yeji and her boyfriend Soobin, next to Soobin sat Yukhei. Because of the empty chair it looked someone was late, because everyone else seemed to have found their table. ‘Hello everyone, I’m Lucas. This is y/n. I was wondering what all of you do for a living. Since I don’t know any of you.’ Yukhei happily asks to get to know them better. You just sit still watching everyone answer his question, you notice him once again using Lucas to introduce himself. When it’s Soobin’s turn to answer the question someone else walks down to your table. When you look up, you see it’s Ji-ae. As if life just hated you, your worst memories come flooding back and you can barely hold in your tears.

‘Hey everyone, how are you doing? Hope you guys are enjoying this reunion I organized as head of the school.’ Ji-ae beams proudly while sitting down. Since it was Soobin his turn to answer Yukhei’s question as well, everyone looks at him eagerly. While he answers you feel Ji-ae’s eyes stare at you. You turn to Yukhei with the hope of him somehow sensing how uncomfortable you feel. The unexpected happens and he looks at you with question in his eyes. ‘y/n where are you working right now? I heard you had a hard time getting a job?’ Ji-ae belittles you and you feel like your old self again, not worthy of any friends or family. You also feel your tears and anger coming up, so without a warning or an answer you walk out of the room, looking for a toilet. Soon after finding the toilet you let the tears escape, since your anger has already subsided a bit.

‘y/n!’ you hear someone scream your name. ‘where are you?’ you hear again. ‘y/n! Please I want to help!’ But you don’t recognize the voice until the third time of screaming your name ‘y/n, please!’

[smediumsmeatbae]

Try Me (Requested)

PAIRING: Chris Evans x Reader SUMMARY: You have a rule about not dating coworkers. Chris aims to change your mind.  WORDS: ~1895 WARNINGS: Brief smut, mentions of a shitty relationship/relationship going sour, drinking, reader doing stupid shit, swearing  A/N: This was requested by a person that shall remain anonymous at their request. This was a fun one to do and I hope they enjoy it!  “Hi! Can you do one where reader worked on mcu too and Chris wanted her for a very long time but she was not having it and then a party happens and finally gets her.” I hadn’t done a POV from Chris yet so the format was a little weird to get used to at first but I wanted to challenge myself a bit.  This was loosely edited so I apologize for any mistakes.  You do not have my permission to post this outside of Tumblr.  Likes are amazing. Comments and reblogs are even better.  Tags will be in a reblog since Tumblr’s being really weird about it. 

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Chris couldn't believe that you were there, in his arms. Your soft lips against his own. He felt like his chest was going to explode. He thought how lucky he was to be there, how happenstance and chance led you two together. 

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He met you on the set of the first Avengers movie. You had been cast as the new assistant to Tony Stark and quickly became a fan favorite. While Chris and you didn't have a ton of scenes together, it was enough for him to feel the chemistry between the two of you. You were vibrant and funny, always making jokes with everyone on set, making the time in between shooting go by. Beautiful and soft, he found himself longing to place his mouth on your shoulders and neck, feel the swell of your breasts. Chris wanted to put his hand on the small of your back, to hold you close to him, to smell your subtle perfume mixed with your citrus shampoo. He had a crush. He hadn’t had one of those in a long time. 

He found himself looking forward to getting onto set when you two worked together, even through six in the morning call times. Chris would bring you coffee and when you went to thank him, he flashed that boyish grin at you. "I was goin’ anyway." When you were out of earshot, Mackie and Seb teased him that you were the only one that he brought coffee for. They would tell him to ask you out already, they knew he wanted to. If they only knew that he had tried a few times already. 

The first time Chris had asked you, it had been after a long day on set and he was tired but he had finally worked up the nerve. He knocked on your trailer with a nervousness and waited for you to open the door. Once you did, you looked like you had been taking a nap- your hair was messy, eyes half opened. You were wearing a large baggy t-shirt that hit your knees. You still looked adorable. When he asked you out, you turned him down as gently as you could. Your beautiful bright eyes held a small sadness in them. “I’m sorry, Chris. I don’t date co-workers.” 

He was disappointed and, he had to admit, a little crushed by the confession. He had to respect your decision, though. He told you before he asked that it would not negatively affect your relationship and he meant it. You had become one of his best friends on set. He loved talking to you, sharing inside jokes with you, loved getting tacos with you late at night after a long work day. He didn’t want to lose that.

The second time Chris asked you out, it happened under the influence of a few beers after work. You two had gone out with Seb, Scarlette, Mackie, and Renner to a dive bar on the outskirts of New York City where you all wouldn’t be bothered. You had gone outside to get some fresh air and Chris had followed you, needing the same thing. Back leaning against the wall, you looked up at Chris and smiled, whiskey flowing in your blood. He leaned his shoulder on the wall close to you and looked down at you, skin glowing from the lamp light, looking every bit like an angel. And he just… said it. “Go out with me.” He murmured in your ear. You didn’t answer, but pulled him by his t-shirt towards you and kissed him. It was sloppy and sweet, the kind of kiss that happens when two people have had a little too much. Fire igniting in his belly, he stood his body over yours, hands at your hips and kissed you good, nipping your bottom lip. Wolf whistles and shrieks of laughter broke the kiss where he spotted Mackie and Scarlett grinning at the both of you. 

The day after, he had received a text from you, apologizing. The kiss was a mistake and you asked him to forgive you. And he did, but after having that kiss, after having you pulled so close to him, he couldn’t just give up on you. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. Chris knew that you felt something for him, that kiss didn’t mean nothing. 

The last time he asked you out, it was more of a question. It was after the wrap party for Infinity War. You were dancing and laughing, having a good time with Scarlett, Elizabeth, and Danai. Chris came up from behind and talked into your ear so that you could hear him over the music. He wanted you to follow him outside. 

“I’m so glad shooting is over!” You laughed as you went outside. There was a nice breeze out and it played with the edges of your dress as you twirled around, seeming to dance to the music in your head. Chris smiled at you, loving you so care free. “Do you like me?” Chris asked, his blue eyes boring into you.  “You know I do, Chris. You’re, like, my best friend.” You giggled at him. “People have been calling you my husband on set.”  “But, do you feel anything else for me?” 

You stopped twirling, looking at Chris, eyes wide. He had never outright asked you before how you felt about him. He was hoping that he could catch you into revealing something. 

“I…”  You trailed.  “I know you said the kiss was a mistake, but I can’t help but keep thinking that you felt something.” Chris walked towards you and took your hand. “So, I have to ask. Do you?” 

You sighed, dipping your head down but you didn’t try to pull away or move your hands. Chris thought maybe he had made it through. He waited for you to speak. 

“I do. I do like you, Chris.” You admitted. “But I still can’t compromise my standards that I’ve set for myself and go out with you.”  “Why not?” Chris let out an almost exasperated breath.  “A few years ago, I went out with one of my coworkers. It was one of my first sets where I had gotten a role that wasn’t background. I was still so new to the industry and so naive… Anyway. We went out for a couple of months, almost got serious. And then we broke up. It wasn’t amicable and got pretty nasty. He made set a living hell for me. It got so bad that I almost quit acting all together.” You paused, shaking your head. “It was then that I decided that I would never date another coworker again. It just complicates things too much.” 

Chris nodded his head. He understood then that it wasn’t about him, but about her experiences. He would never want to put her in a position where she felt uncomfortable  or where anything he did had the potential to ruin something she loved so dearly such as acting. 

“And I’m not saying that you would be like him, I know you wouldn’t. But I could see myself…” You paused at this, trying to find the right words. “Falling for you. You’re so sweet and gorgeous and funny. I just cant…” “It’s okay.” Chris stopped you with a sad smile. “I get it, really.” “Thank you, Chris.” You smiled at him and stepped away, still holding his hand. “Let’s go get shots.”

After that night, he did as you asked and stayed your constant friend. Though he also didn’t stop himself from being interested in other people either. If you wanted to be friends, that was fine, but he had to try to get over you. Maybe he did it slightly out of spite, maybe he wanted to make you a bit jealous. If he was truthful, he was trying to fill in the ache of not being with you with someone else. He also didn’t miss the hurt look on your face when he told you of his weekend plans of dates with different people, though he tried to ignore it. You didn’t get to be mad at him about dating other people.

You were about two and a half months into a five month shoot for Endgame. Chris was walking you back to your trailer after some reshoots between your two characters had taken longer than expected. He asked you if you wanted to go for tacos and before he knew it, you were yelling. Yelling at him. About dating all those women and flaunting it, flaunting it all over, flaunting it in front of you. And he could see the hurt in your eyes, the tears that you were trying not to slip out, whether it was from anger or sadness, he did not know. 

“You can’t have it both ways, sweetheart.” Chris said calmly, wiping a stray tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb.  “And THAT.” You continued on with your tirade. “I’m yelling at you and you’re just being so calm and sweet and… and…” 

Chris heard you mutter a ‘goddamnit’ under your breath as you pulled his shirt towards you and landed a bruising kiss on his lips. It took him by surprise for only a second, then he was grabbing you by your hips pulling your body into him in turn.  His one hand swept up your waist while the other grabbed your butt. You moaned into Chris’s mouth, grinding your hips into him. You pulled away, eyes lust blown, lips wet with kisses. Grabbing Chris’s hand, you led him up the couple of steps to your trailer and slammed the door shut behind you. You began kissing him again before he was backing you off of him. 

“Wait, wait.” Breathless, he looked into your eyes. “Are you sure you want this? I don’t want another text later that this was a mistake. I’ve just wanted you for so long. I need you to be sure.”  “Yes, I want this.” You whispered and nodded. “I want this so much.” 

***

You had led him to the bedroom and kissed him softly, his chest still beating fast, a heated blush on your cheeks. There was a tangle of clothing and limbs, kisses on exposed skin, moans and whimpers. Every emotion that you two had wanted to convey for so long was flowing out. He said ‘ have me’ in the way that he held your body under him. You said ‘I’m yours’ with the fingers you carded through his hair. You called out his name as you exploded in ecstasy, a flash of brilliant light in your eyes that had squeezed tight. Watching you fall apart under him was the most beautiful thing Chris had ever seen. He buried his face in your neck as he came as well and he thought his soul had left his body. 

As you laid there in the quiet, in the afterglow of your lovemaking, Chris held you in his arms and stroked your hand lazily as it laid motionless on his chest. He vowed to never make you regret this night, to always have you next to him. He was so lucky, lucky you had chosen him and he felt like a king in that moment. He bent down and gently kissed the top of your head as he drifted off to sleep. 

[random-mha-thoughts]

Ice Cream (Bakugou X Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Genre: FLUFF!!! WHY DO I KEEP FLUFFING MYSELF TO DEVASTATION!!

Summary: Bakugou and you are coworkers at a summer job in a department store.  Both of you have feelings for each other but don’t know how to confess.

Word count: 1,918

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ @bunnythepipsqueak​

a/n: Based on a true story.  Seriously this was me about 3 and a half years ago. Except the first part, that was filler’s sake and to show off tsundere baby Katsuki.  I’ve been neglecting him, he deserves better.  So I hope you all combust from fluff uwu bc the next one might be baku angst

"Ah, it's so hot," I groan, fanning myself.  "I almost wanna turn around and go back to work just to stay in the air conditioning."

"Tch, speak for yourself.  I've had enough for the day," Bakugou huffs.  He's unbuttoned his black polo shirt.  "You can't pay me enough to go back there."

"It's really not that bad, I don't know why you're complaining," I shrug.

"Says the one who gets to sit in the storage room sorting those stupid colored things all day."  He pushes his shoulder into me.  "I'm like the stupid lackey.  Every stupid errand the manager needs done, I have to do.  I don't get paid enough for this sh-"

"Let's get ice cream, Bakugou!" I interrupt, spotting an ice cream shop across the street.  "Come on, it'll cheer you up, crabby pants."   I grab his arm and pull him towards cold heaven.

Once we get inside the shop, I immediately fly to the window, scanning over the flavor selection.  I'm not exactly sure what I want to get, whether I'm craving something summery like cherry or lemon or if I want a classic like cookies and cream.

I catch myself flipping my head back and forth between the two sides, still unable to make a decision.  "Hey Bakugou, what are you getting?"  When I don't hear an answer, I flip around.  "Baku-?"

For the smallest moment after I look at him, I catch him staring at me blankly before whipping his head down to the window.  "Probably just chocolate," he answers quickly.

My heart skips a beat, but I tell myself to calm down.  It's not the first time I've caught Bakugou staring at me.  Sometimes at work, he'll be passing by and he always somehow seems to find me in the sea of clothes while I'm rearranging the hangers.  There are even some rare times when he comes to the back room while I'm in the middle of sorting the size beads and helps me before the manager summons him to do something else.

I shake myself out of my thoughts.  "I'm feeling something fruity.  Lemon is really calling out to me, but so is cherry."

I end up getting one scoop of each and Bakugou gets two scoops of chocolate.  We take our cups to go as we walk down to the train station together.

"Bakugou, what the actual hell?!"  My eyes widen in bewilderment at what he's just done.

"What?" he growls, "This is how I usually eat ice cream!"

My eye twitches.  "Y-You...bite...ice cream?  You have some deep rooted issues, dude."

"Shut up!  I'm not weird!"  Though he's defensive about it, the blond starts eating with the spoon the shop gave him.  "You're the one eating fruit flavored ice cream.  At least get something unhealthy like you're supposed to!"

I huff in response.  "There's nothing wrong with trying to make your junk food as healthy as possible."

"Come on, you know that's something Deku would have."

"And what about it?"

Bakugou makes a face at me and says nothing else about it.  "You can have a taste of mine if you want.  One bite won't kill you, and I'm fine with sharing."

My heart throbs again.  "Sure, I guess.  Is it good?"

He answers by sticking his dessert-filled spoon in my mouth, catching me off guard.  His crimson eyes bore into mine as I let the treat melt in my mouth, the rich chocolate encompassing my taste buds.  "How is it?"

I don't trust my voice to answer without shaking, so I take my time to swallow.  "Delicious."

The boy smirks.  "See?  You can't go wrong with the classics."  He takes another bite of his before side-eyeing me.  "But I guess it wouldn't hurt to try something different," he mumbles.

I'm still stunned from what he just did, the remaining chocolate still an aftertaste in my mouth.  "You think?"  I think I know what he's implying, but I didn't want to initiate it just in case he's not.  I wish I was more confident in my flirting skills, I think as I scoop another bite into the little spoon.

"Hey."

Bakugou grasps my wrist with my spoon and takes the bite for himself.  We lock eyes with each other as he tastes my ice cream, my heart hammering like a drum.  O-Oh.

His eyebrow quirks in interest.  "Couldn't you tell I wanted to be fed?  Mmm, this is actually pretty good for summer."

I find my voice again, "R-Right?  Told you so!  It's refreshing and not too heavy."

We continue our walk in silence, which is uncharacteristic for Bakugou.  He always has some random thing to talk about, which is something I like about him.  He's not necessarily an open book, but he can talk about anything without making it sound weird, able to fill the awkward pauses in our conversations.

I sneak a peak at his face to find his cheeks dusted slightly pink to match my own.

Our relationship is admittedly in some kind of limbo.  Ever since we met each other at our job orientation almost 3 weeks ago, we've been pretty inseparable.  After hitting it off immediately, we exchanged numbers and text each other nonstop even after work, sometimes late into the night.  And he always texts me in the  morning, teasing me to wake up or else I won't be productive and he'll have to cover for me.  We take our lunch breaks together every day, and we take the same train to the same station before transferring to go our separate ways.  My coworkers tease me because they thought we were already a couple coming into the job.  It seems so obvious to them that Bakugou and I like each other, but neither of us have made a move yet.

Truthfully, I haven't done anything because I don't know how to initiate anything.  He's the first person I've had a crush on that actually reciprocates my feelings, I don't want to mess it up.  Though, he's also mentioned that he hasn't dated anyone either.  We would be each other's firsts.

We finish our ice creams and finally get to our train station, swiping in and catching the train right before almost leaves us behind.  The car is thankfully somewhat empty, so we manage to find some seats.

Bakugou pulls out his earbuds and plugs it into his phone, handling me one side so I can put it in my ear.

This blond head listens to hard rock and metalcore.  Is it really that surprising though, being how aggressive he is?

I'm open to anything as long as I like the lyrics, so I don't mind listening to it.  When the music starts playing, I throw my legs over his lap like I usually do and lay my head on his shoulder.  "You're shoulder is so bony, it's uncomfortable," I tease.

"Then don't rest your head there if it's so uncomfortable," he scowls, placing a hand on my knee.  Out of the blue, Bakugou snorts.  "It's so funny how we have to wear all black and you're wearing these bright red Vans."

"Hey, the manager said we can wear any color shoes we want as long as it's closed toe," I point out defensively, closing my eyes while the shaking of the train hypnotizes me into calm.

I feel his head shift towards me.  "Didn't sleep well?" he asks, just loud enough for me to hear over the rattling.

I shake my head, not bothering to verbalize my answer.  I have this strange talent of being able to sleep anytime and anywhere, especially when there's ambient noise and rocking.

Bakugou leaves me alone to my relaxation until we're about to reach our stop.  "We have to get off soon.  Get up."

"I don't wanna," I nuzzle myself into his warmth.

There's a pause.  "Does that mean I need to carry you out?"

My eyes shoot open.  Oh.  But as I'm about to protest, something makes me stop.  "Sure."  I realize I'm only half joking.

The doors open.  "Okay then," he shrugs.

I don't have any time to retract my statement.  Bakugou tucks one arm under my knees and the other around my back as he stands up, my body cradled in his arms.  My heart loses all sense of rhythm and blood rushes to my ears.  I barely hear the sound of some guy whistle and say, "Wow, look at these two!"

He walks off the train as if this is the most normal thing in the world.  Other passengers glance and smile to themselves when they see us, but my vision is too blurry to focus on any of them.  I bury my head in Bakugou's chest in shame.  "Okay, you can put me down now, Bakugou," my voice comes out feebly.

"Just a little more, I want to get you to the front of the train," he responds with a hint of teasing.

"N-No, please put me down."  Before I die of shame and all these people see us like this.

Bakugou obliges, setting me down on shaky legs near a pole and I shift away from him.  "Isn't that what you wanted?"

I don't know if it's the adrenaline, the nerves, or the act of Bakugou exhibiting real boyfriend behavior towards me for the first time, but I build up the courage before I can stop myself from saying, "See?  T-This is why everyone thinks we're dating."

A moment of pause.  "Well, we can try, if you want."

I finally spare a glance at his face.  Everywhere from his cheeks to his ears up his forehead is burning red as my shoes, and he's rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly to try and keep his cool.

My heart thumps in my ears seeing Bakugou this flustered and bothered.  It's happening.  "I'd like that."

The sight of his smile melts all my anxiety.  He closes the distance between us, grabs my shoulder, and asks, "Can I kiss you?"

I shiver at his breath caressing my face and nod before he presses his lips to mine, crushing our noses together and sending waves of weightlessness in my stomach.  His hand moves up to cup my face before pulling away with a smirk.  "I've been wanting to do that for a while.  I think you did too."

I avert my eyes from his teasing gaze.  "Maybe."

He pulls me back in for another kiss, this one more needy as his lips move quicker, almost like he wants to devour me.  Time seems to slow down around us, not caring if people are watching.  Bakugou's other hand grips my waist just as my train rushes through the station.  He parts our lips but keeps our foreheads together.  "Your train doesn't want us together," he chuckles before placing another quick kiss on my nose.  "Go on, I'll see you Monday."

I nod, still dazed as I board my train and grab the nearest pole for support.  The train pulls out of the station and I'm speechless and shaking, still tasting the faint chocolate from his kiss against my lips.

I sit in a chair and slump down, my heart rate coming down and the adrenaline wearing off.  My phone vibrates when I get a text.

You taste sweet ;)  Can't wait to see you again

Babe

I almost choke hearing his voice say that inside my head, but I can't stop the smile from splitting my face open.  I'm mentally kicking myself for confessing on a Friday.

[steppedoffaflight]

Summer’s a Knife - Chapter 2

Catch up on Chapter 1 here

You don’t respond, silence in the air as you both catch your breath.

“I’ve got no use for sex that sounds straight out of a porno.” Van lifts his head, and you flinch at the intensity in his eyes. “I’d rather it be fucking real. No bullshit. If you’re having a good time, sure, say it. But if you’re not, say that too.”

or

Almost three months later, Van McCann is back in L.A. and ready to take you up on that dinner date

Word count: ~15k

Chapter Two

April 2019

By the time you’ve pulled into the Whole Foods parking lot, having squeezed through afternoon traffic, you’re at your wits end. Work had consisted of eight tedious hours fixing someone else’s mistakes instead of working on your own projects, and you’re already dreading the hit your paycheck is about to take from this grocery shopping. 

Your phone buzzes on the passenger seat next to you, no doubt Mary offering up some positivity in response to the giant work rant you’d just texted her. You already roll your eyes before you’ve picked up the phone and pressed your fingerprint to the sensor.

Hey. It’s Van x The gray bubble on your screen catches you off guard. You’d saved Van’s number months ago, his contact info at the top of the conversation reading “Van San Diego”. Thinking about how long ago your trip feels makes the whole thing seem even more surreal. 

You gape at your screen for way too long, heart pounding, before you respond with a Hi!

After you’ve hit send, you panic over responding too fast. You let the car continue to run for the sake of air conditioning and you don’t let your screen lock, waiting anxiously for Van’s next message. When one doesn’t come after ten minutes you resign to cutting the ignition, finally facing the fact you’ve got shopping to do.

You can’t stop checking your phone as you roll your cart through the aisles, careful not to let your eyes wander to any items that aren’t on your list. You’re carefully examining the label on an overpriced pasta sauce when you hear the buzz of your phone against the cart. You almost drop the jar in your hand.

I know it’s been a while but I’m finally back in la. Still up for that dinner?

As you’re reading the indication that he’s typing starts, sending a shot of adrenaline through you.

No worries if not just let me know x

You screenshot his messages immediately and forward them to Mary for her opinion. Predictably, she hadn’t responded to your rant, but sends an OMG the second you show her the screenshot. 

Have you messaged him back ?! she sends in response to your I knowww!!! 

Nooo I don’t wanna look too eager you tap excitedly to her. You’re jolted back to reality when another cart suddenly bumps into yours.

“Sorry,” You apologize, quickly steering your cart away. You say it purely for the sake of politeness, even though you’re almost positive you weren’t in the way and the person could have rolled by without jostling all your things. All of your mundane worries are pushed to the back of your mind. You’re finally getting that promised dinner date with Van!

The rest of your shopping trip is as chaotic as your brain feels. Between lightning-fast exchanges with Mary about what you’ll say and when you’ll say it you haphazardly scrap together the rest of your list. You’re sure you’re forgetting something as you send it down the conveyor belt to the cashier, but you’re too frazzled to care. The only thing that matters at this point is getting home, cracking open the bottle of wine you’d purchased (on impulse, unfortunately) and accepting Van’s invitation. 

And you do just that. Upon getting home you only put away your fresh items, leaving the rest to sit on the floor in their bags. It’s not the best practice, but it’s necessary after the day you’ve had. You pour a generous amount of wine into a regular glass, not caring enough to fish out a wine glass, and change out of your work wardrobe and into your most worn-in sweats. Only after you’ve plopped down onto the couch and taken a swallow of wine to calm your nerves do you allow yourself to respond: We could totally do dinner! When?

You feel slightly remorseful for leaving Van without a response for almost two hours. You chew the inside of your cheek as you berate yourself for it.

What works best for you? I’m here for the next two weeks and free most nights

You consider his response. Most of the time it feels like you’re the only person in L.A. that’s free most nights. Is he not the partying type? He seems like he would be, considering the way he went straight to the bar after his show in January. 

Does tomorrow work? You send. It feels a bit off to schedule something so soon, but tomorrow’s Friday, and you wouldn’t have to worry about staying out late considering you’ve got no work Saturday. Plus, the longer you wait the more likely things are to be packed into Van’s schedule. And, you remind yourself, this dinner is more than two months in the making.

Another text from Van interrupts the churning thoughts in your head. Tomorrow’s ace, he says first, and then another message: I’ll pick you up followed by a third: What time? 

You exchange a few more messages, setting up a time and making sure he has your address. Once the logistics are worked out, Van sends Look forward to it x and that feels like a good note to end the conversation on. You melt into your couch cushions and down the rest of your wine with a sigh.

\\

If yesterday felt like a long workday, then today feels like it’s lasting an eternity.

You try to burn though time texting Mary, attempting to cut down on your getting ready time by verbally planning your outfit in advance. Still, the minutes seem to tick by at a snail’s pace. You try to get some work done and catch yourself repeatedly screwing up your spreadsheet with typos. Even triple-checking everything you enter doesn’t seem to eat up any time. You visit the water cooler too much, and pee repeatedly as a result. Eventually, somehow, you make it to 5, slinging your bag over your shoulder and murmuring quick goodbyes as you dash out of the office. 

When you get home you’re laser focused. You tackle showering first, the task made longer with all of the shaving that needed to be done, followed by the slippery process of moisturizing every inch of your skin. It takes up more time than you’d like, but in San Diego you’d been completely unprepared for a hookup. This time you wanted to be ready. 

Van sends a heading over text just as you’d finished blow drying and styling your hair. You get dressed, then, layering the outfit you and Mary had agreed on over a matching black lace bra and panty set. They were at the bottom of your underwear drawer, crumpled and forgotten, tags still intact. As you clip away the tags you hope out loud to yourself in the kitchen that they still fit, and sigh in relief when you’re able to shimmy the set on. 

Maybe it’s the traffic, or maybe Van lied about when he was leaving, but by the time he texts that he’s arrived you’re waiting for him on the couch, having managed to get your makeup routine done just in time. The house is in complete disarray from your rush, and you cringe to yourself as you get a look at the tornado you’ve caused before you shut the door, locking it securely, and turning to seek out Van’s car.

There’s a black Range Rover pulled up on the street, the only car on the block running right now. You can see the dim blue light of Van’s phone screen through the tint of the windows, and as you approach you can see his silhouette. 

He looks up when you tug open the car door, sliding into the front passenger seat. 

You’re pleased when his face lights up. A part of you had almost been expecting that he’d rethink his attraction to you now that there was no post-show adrenaline or late night beers to cloud his judgement.

“Hello,” He laughs, “Long time no see!”

He’s just as charismatic as you remember him, your nerves easing as you make yourself comfortable. The crisp lace underneath your clothes is stiff and itchy, and you wiggle around as discretely as possible.

“Hey,” You greet him. “It feels like it’s been forever.”

Van nods, kicking the car into gear. “You’re telling me. Been a busy couple months.”

You hum in sympathy even if you can’t relate. Your busiest times of the year were summer- when most of your coworkers went on extended vacations and you were responsible for making up their work- and the holidays, when you had to coordinate trips home to see your family.

“You look amazing, by the way,” Van says, managing a quick glance over at you with a smile.

“Aw, thanks,” You murmur, chronically awkward at receiving compliments. “You look great, too.”

“Ah, stop. Makin’ me blush, love,” he jokes, and you can’t help but giggle at his sarcasm. It’s strange how familiar he feels, the result of just one night.

“So.” You peer out of the windows, looking for any hint of where you were headed. “What do you have planned?”

“Got a reservation for eight at this really nice place, dunno if you’ve ever heard of it.” Van stumbles over some sort of French pronunciation. “We’ve had a couple of dinners there with label people and it’s always class.”

“Sounds lovely,” You tell him. You’ve never heard of the place, but then again your Los Angeles friend group was lacking any musicians making a big break, let alone getting invited to dinner with Capitol Records staff. “Never heard of it.”

“You’ll like it,” Van says confidently.

You glance over at the clock on the dashboard display. It’s set to 24-hour time, so you pick up your phone instead of mentally trying to calculate it.

“How far away is it?” You ask nervously. It’s dangerously close to eight. 

“Not too far,” Van shrugs, but he’s driving into the tail end of stop-and-go traffic. You try to swallow down your anxiety.

\\

Finding a parking spot is a pain in the ass, but eventually Van’s maneuvered his car into one of the parallel spots lining the sidewalk.

By the time you two are out of the car, crossing the street to the restaurant, it’s almost ten minutes after your reservation time. Van seems oblivious to this, breezily strutting into the place, holding the door for you as usual. He’s whistling absentmindedly, and you wonder if it’s one of his own songs. He keeps whistling until you two approach the podium in the lobby.

“Reservation name?” The hostess asks, turning the pages in the binder in front of her.

“McCann.”

The hostess takes a second to look over her pages before she motions. “Right this way.”

There’s no mention of the fact you guys are late as she opens a door on the wall behind the podium, leading you two into the dining area. It’s a stark contrast from the drab, dim decor of the small lobby area. The floors are glossy white, almost shiny enough to reflect your face back to you, and although there are some larger tables most of them are the quintessential small, circular two-seaters with silky white tablecloths draped over them. The walls are dark in typical L.A. style, but covered in windows that frame the courtyard outside, lanterns glowing and candlelit outdoor tables visible. 

Almost everyone is in black tie attire, and you feel self-consciousness broil in your stomach as the hostess leads you and Van to to your own small table. You’re curious if there’s other celebrities here, but you’re too afraid of looking like an outsider by trying to peek at people as you pass by. You keep your eyes on the back of Van’s head instead, examining where his hair parts on his scalp. 

You’re waved to your assigned table with the assurance that someone will be with you shortly before the hostess sees herself back to the front room. In the time you’ve paused to listen to her words Van’s already ahead of you, pulling out one of the covered chairs and motioning for you to sit.

“You know you don’t have to do that,” You tell him as you sit in the seat he’s designated for you. He takes his own seat opposite you.

“Does it offend you?” Van asks, and you watch his brow crease in concern.

“No!” You’re quick to assure him. “I’m not offended, or anything like that. I’m just saying, I won’t tell everyone this was the worst date of my life just because you didn’t pull the chair out or hold the door.”

Van laughs, the worry easing out of his expression. “S’ just a force of habit. It’s more trouble for me to stop at this point in my life than it is to just keep doing it.”

You nod in understanding before reaching for the menu and searching for the drinks.

“Do you know what you’re drinking?” Van asks after a small stretch of silence where you’re both looking at your respective menus. 

“What are you drinking?” You answer his question with a question, eager to be able to gauge the most appropriate choice for yourself. The drink menu is long and most of the items seem hard to pronounce, and despite knowing Van intimately you’ve still got first date jitters. Not to mention, you were on a budget.

“I usually get this wine,” Van tells you, using his index finger to point it out for you on your menu. “M’not gonna drink too much considering I’m drivin’, but it goes great with the lobster.” 

You hum as you read over the tiny italics font describing the wine. “Sounds good,” You say finally, “I’ll have it with you.”

“I’ll get us a bottle, then.”

You swallow hard when you read the price listed for the entire bottle, but manage to stifle any worries. You’ve waited 3 months for this date, there can’t be any real harm in one luxurious dinner. And the cost of the bottle divided into two wasn’t so outrageous.

“Perfect.” You close your menu, decision made.

By the time the server has taken your wine order, returned with chilled glasses and doled out servings to each of you, and delivered a fresh bread basket and dinner menus, your stomach is grumbling and you’re eager to scour through the menu and figure out what you’re having. 

“God, I’m starving,” You sigh, buttering a warm bread roll. In your ravenous state you bite off more than you can politely chew, but thankfully Van doesn’t notice as he’s taking a peek at his phone. 

“Same.” He was listening even in his distracted state, and as soon as he sets his phone back down he reaches for his own roll.

“So…” You start, flipping open your menu to (surprise) even more expensive, french-titled meals. “What’s good here?”

“The lobster,” Van laughs. “It’s the only thing I’ve had here. Had it once and kept craving it forever.”

He must be able to sense that answer doesn’t satisfy you, because he opens his own menu. “Bondy loves the roast. Says it’s one of the best he’s ever had.”

“Not a huge fan of roast,” You tell Van, but flip the pages until you find the meal he’s talking about. “Who’s Bondy?” The name sounds familiar, and in your head you replay the encounter you had outside of Van’s hotel room in San Diego. Was Bondy the one stuck behind the luggage?

“Johnny Bond, he’s our guitar player. Goes by Bondy.”

“Ah. Who’s the one with the…?” You trail off, but motion with your hands around your head to convey the thick head of curls you remember from that night.

“That’s Benji. Our bassist.”

“Benji,” You repeat quietly to yourself. The name doesn’t ring a bell, but the hair does.

“He likes the roast chicken,” Van suggests. “But he’s not allowed to say it’s the best because my mum makes a mean roast chicken and it’s deffo the best.”

“That sounds good. I’m gonna get that.” You try not to openly cringe at the price.

Van opens his mouth to speak, but from the way he’s looking over your shoulder you know the server’s returned to take down your orders. 

“There’s Bob, too,” Van says unprovoked when you two are alone again. “He’s easy to pick out. Wears glasses.”

Your brain can connect the dots there: A man with glasses hidden away behind a drumset in the few photos you’d seen on google.

“Is he drums?” You’re hesitant in case you’re wrong, but Van perks up so you know you’ve got it right.

“He is.” Van takes a drink from his wine glass.

There’s a pause in conversation. You try to wrack your brain for a topic, but your knowledge of his band is shaky and not trivia-proof. 

“Are you guys close?” Seems like a safe enough question to ask.

“Me ‘n Bob?”

“Everyone,” You elaborate, lacing your fingers together. “Are you guys, like, at each other’s throats?”

“Nah. They’re my best mates. I’ve known Bob and Benji since we were younger, in school. Used to play on the same footie team and all’a that. Bondy didn’t come into the picture until we were a bit older but I’d heard of him before. Thought he was crazy talented, couldn’t believe he actually wanted to join us. Everyone’s massively talented, really. Wouldn’t be the same without them.”

You drink in the reverence in his voice as he talks about his friends.

“I was just with ‘em today, actually. Been at the studio for most of the day.”

“Well, that’s good that you guys get along.” You offer him a smile which he returns.

“You’re telling me. Couldn’t imagine if things went sour. Having fights over guitar riffs and drumbeats all day.”

You try to picture Van angry and fail. “What do you do in the studio?”

“We’re putting the finishing touches on our next album. It’s due out at the end of the month.”

“Oh, no way!” Your eyes widen in interest. “That’s really cool.”

Van grins. “Yeah, proper excited. Think it’s our best one yet.”

“So is that how you ended up in L.A.? Music?” As much as you’re trying to get a feel for Van, L.A. seems like the last place on earth he’d enjoy living. Considering his lack of social media presence or desire to pressure others into buying sponsored products, and the fact that the band definitely seems more popular in the U.K. than America, you can’t quite put a finger on his motives.

“Yeah. I lived in New York for a bit, when we first got signed, but ended up moving down here. L.A. is sort of the hub for the business end. I spend a good bit of time in London, but the weather down here is nice.”

“So nice,” You agree. The constant summer is worlds different than the unpredictable midwest climate you were raised in.

“Right?” Van beams. “We just spent a while at this place in Ireland, writing and doing most of the recording. And it was just absolute pouring rain everyday. So once we got outta there we thought why not enjoy some time in the sun?”

You chuckle in agreement, taking the first drink of your wine. It tastes better than you were anticipating, and the pleasant surprise must show on your face.

“It’s good, innit?” Van takes his own sip. “Not much of a wine guy, but this stuff…” He trails off, nodding in approval. “Anyway, enough about me. Been droning on for ages. You said you weren’t from L.A., right? How’d you end up here?”

It’s your turn to be interrupted by the server with fresh, hot meals in tow. There’s the momentary fuss of getting situated with food in front of you, and by the time you guys are settled again the question has slipped away as you two dig into your food.

“This is amazing,” You affirm after your first hot forkful of chicken and roasted vegetables. “Who said this was amazing? They were right.”

“Blakes,” Van replies through a mouthful of lobster.

“Blakes?” You stop your fork midair. “Who’s Blakes?”

Van is still chewing his food, so you hurry up and eat the piece of potato speared on your fork. 

“Benji,” Van clarifies after he swallows. “Benji is Blakes.” He coughs around a sip of his drink when he must see the confusion on your face.

“His name is Benji Blakeway. Blakes is his nickname.”

The name attaches itself to the memory in your head. The c’mon, Blakes, from the guy in the hat rings through your mind.

“Who wears the hat?” You try to get the last puzzle piece in place. You’ve seen whoever it is on google, always wearing the same flat cap.

“Bondy.”

“Okay. So you, Bob, Bondy, Benji.”

Van nods, looking pleased, and you feel a sense of satisfaction spread through you.

“I forgot,” Van says suddenly, “You were just about to tell me how you ended up in L.A.”

“Oh, right.” You look down at your food. “Full disclosure, it’s really lame.”

When you look up, Van’s put his fork down, prepared to listen fully.

You have some wine to calm your nerves. You’ve finished your glass, so you procrastinate by pouring yourself some more.

“It’s just… really childish and impulsive.”

Van laughs. “You’re only making me more interested!”

You huff out a laugh at that. “So… I guess it all started in high school. Which I went to in Michigan, by the way. It’s um,” You gesture with your hand, “It’s the state that looks like a mitten. Close to Canada. Anyway, I had this boyfriend in high school, and senior year he broke up with me.” You laugh at yourself, bringing a hand to your forehead for a moment. “God, this sounds so dramatic. But when you’re in high school you think you’re going to last forever with someone, your first love and all that, y’know.”

Van seems amused. “How old were you?” 

“Well I was like…” You scrunch your face up, thinking back, “14 when we first met, and we were close friends for a while, and then 15 when we actually started dating, and 18 when we broke up.”

“Right,” You plow on, “So, first love and all that good stuff. So we break up when we were 18, which honestly needed to happen. We just didn’t get along anymore but we were so comfortable being a couple by then, you know? We were different as adults, so naturally we break up, whatever. The point is I was fucking devastated.”

You take a deep breath, another drink, and try to prepare yourself to tell the rest of the story.

“So my best friend and I had always had it in our heads, I don’t even know why, that we wanted to come to L.A.”

“Mary?” Van cuts in.

“No, not Mary. I met Mary once I moved here.” You clear your throat, getting back on topic. “I think it’s because of the weather, honestly,” You laugh at your immaturity at that age. “We were so tired of Michigan winters. They’re fucking… cold. And my friend can sing, so naturally we’re thinking you get into L.A. and boom, you’re discovered.”

You gauge Van’s attention then. He’s still listening close.

“So after high school, we had both been saving up for what we thought was this imaginary sort of dream, but then I was broken up with, and depressed, and I kept seeing him everywhere because our town was kind of small, and so we decided… Let’s just pack up and leave!”

Van’s lips quirk up at that. “I was always the same way,” He interjects softly. “Small town thing. Your parents didn’t mind?”

“Well, I convinced them that UCLA was my dream school. So of course they couldn’t say much because I ended up being accepted into a really amazing school, and they had heard me talk about L.A. before. So we get here, and… y’know… Things just didn’t work out that way.”

“When do they ever?” Van jokes.

You nod in agreement around a quick bite of chicken. “Exactly!” You say, wiping the corners of your mouth with your napkin. “It costed so fucking much to live here, and we burned through our savings really fast, and… We ended up becoming even closer through that and we dated for a couple years, and I invested a lot of time into trying to get her discovered because we couldn’t afford rent, but then she got into the wrong group and was getting into cocaine, it was… Intense.”

Your palms are sweating from your admission, and you can’t get yourself to look Van in the eyes, heart racing. 

“So… yeah. Thankfully I’ve made a lot of friends here- the right kind, not the cocaine kind- and I got a really nice internship through UCLA and found an okay job, and me and her went our separate ways. And that’s when I met Mary, and she grew up here so she was able to show me around, and we’ve been inseparable ever since.”

You can feel anxiety clenching in your chest while your admitted interest in women still hangs in the air. You wish it still wasn’t so nerve-wracking to come out, and maybe it wouldn’t be except for the fact you and Van seem to really hit it off, and you would hate for this to be a dealbreaker for him. 

You finally manage to look away from where you’d been carefully inspecting a small stain you’d made on the tablecloth. Van’s leaned back from his plate, an easy smile spread over his face. His arms are crossed across his chest as he marvels at you.

“We’ve got more in common than I thought,” He says grinning. “We can both discuss our ex-girlfriends. Cheers.”

He reaches for his wine glass and you reach for yours too. If Van notices how your wine is trembling from the hand holding the glass, he doesn’t call out as you two clink your glasses together, relief starting to seep through you.

“I love that,” He remarks, still beaming. “Proper ‘escape the small town’ story. I wish mine was as interesting as yours.”

“You do not,” You roll your eyes good-naturedly. “Yours is better! You ended up actually getting discovered.”

“Lots of hard work, that’s all.” Van shrugs. 

Van tells a few lighthearted stories about struggling to get discovered while you guys finish up your meals. True to his word, he stays light on the wine in preparation to drive, spacing out only two glasses the whole time you’ve been here. You’re not sure how many you’ve had, but you figure it can’t be that many. The only telltale signs that let you know you’ve got alcohol in your system are the flush in your cheeks, the way the lights seem to shine a bit softer, and the way you can feel your eyes drifting over Van dreamily.

When the waitress brings the check Van reaches for his back pocket immediately, procuring a card from his wallet.

“You didn’t have to do that,” You say, your eyes widening in shock. “I was gonna pay for mine.” The cost of the entire bottle of wine, combined with both of your dinners floats in your mind.

One side of Van’s mouth lifts in a confused half-smile. “I said I was taking you out for dinner, didn’t I? Dunno if it means the same thing here, but if I’m taking you out why would you pay?”

“I mean, I just… Didn’t want to assume, I guess.” It’s burned you before, dates gone wrong where the check gets split by surprise. “It’s happened before.”

Van snorts. “Sounds fucking awful.”

You nod, eyes wide. “It really was.”

Your mind flips through a few of your worst dates, interrupted only by Van’s card being returned, you two sent on your way.

Van starts humming when you two meander out of the restaurant and across the street to his car, sidling into the front seats.

“Should I take you back to yours?” He asks as he gets the car started. “Or we could go back to mine. Watch a film or somethin’.”

There’s silence in the car while Van checks his phone. You decide to look at yours, too, checking the time. The night is still young.

“Back to yours sounds nice.” The wine makes your voice soft, betrays the way your heart skips at the suggestion.

Van licks his lips, still typing something. He looks up finally. “Mine?”

“Yeah.”

He gets the car into gear, pulling out of the parking space. With a few taps on a screen in the center of the dashboard his phone is connected by bluetooth and music rings out through the car. You recognize it as the song he was humming minutes ago.

You drive in silence for most of the ride, all talked out from dinner, but your interest piques when Van turns the music down.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” You say nervously. Your head tries to predict what’s coming next.

“The thing, with you and your ex. Was it a one time sort of deal? Or do you still play for both teams?”

You chew the inside of your cheek. “I still play for both. I’m bisexual.”

“Got it.”

“Why?” You feel yourself bristle. “Is it a problem?”

“Not at all,” Van shrugs, slowly turning the music back up. “Just wasn’t sure what to call it.”

\\

It takes about a half hour to get to Van’s, a journey that includes weaving through a winding, uphill street crammed with upscale homes. Van’s home is in a cluster at the top of the hill, and typing in the gate code reveals a long driveway up to a house surrounded by a tall thicket of bamboo.

“I love the bamboo,” You tell him as he pulls the car in front of the garage, but doesn’t bother to park it inside. “The worst part of living here is feeling like your neighbors are breathing down your neck.” When you step out of the car you soak the privacy in. You could easily be murdered with this level of seclusion, but the fact that you can still hear the bustling sounds of the city and a dog in the neighbor’s yard is reassuring. 

“Totally agree,” Van tells you, jingling his keys, “It’s most of the reason I chose this place. Can sunbathe totally naked and not feel like everyone’s watching me.”

Although Van delivers the joke completely deadpan, you burst into laughter, and in the soft glow of the porch light you can see him smile.

“M’not kidding!” He insists, pointing a finger towards the sky as he gets the door unlocked, letting you in first. “There’s a patio upstairs perfect for getting some sun.”

Inside, his house is decorated eerily similar to the restaurant you’d just been at, with glossy white floors, dark painted walls, and soft lamplight. 

“I’m gonna grab a beer,” Van says as he locks the front door and sets his keys on a small end table that’s covered in unopened mail. “You want anything?”

You think for a moment. “What do you have?”

“No idea, honestly,” Van snorts. He starts walking through the living room and you follow behind. He turns the corner to a dining area that looks pristine and untouched, and around another corner is the kitchen, all windows and clean appliances and glossy countertops. The only indications that anyone’s been in there are the few dirty dishes in the sink, the amazon prime packaging scattered on the kitchen island, and more than one unfinished mug of tea sitting on different surfaces. 

The windows in the kitchen look out into the backyard, where you marvel at the sparkling blue in-ground pool and what looks like a hot tub.

The sound of the fridge opening tears your eyes away from the windows.

“I’ve got, uh,” Van holds the fridge door open wide, the sound of glass clinking as he pulls a bottle of beer from one of the side pockets. “Some Coke, Dr. Pepper, lemonade…” He lets go of the door to pick up a bottle of orange juice, which he inspects carefully. “Some orange juice. Dunno if it’s good, but if you wanted to risk it be my guest.” He offers you a sheepish smile. “Haven’t made it to the shop in forever.”

“Coke’s good,” You tell him, and he sets one of the red cans on the island.

Van shuts the fridge. “Do you want ice?”

“Nah,” You shrug him off, “The can is fine.”

You use the tab to crack open your can while Van rustles through a drawer until he can find a bottle opener, getting his beer open. You two gravitate back to the living room, Van taking a seat on the dark, plush sectional in the center of the room.

He sets his beer down on the coffee table, no coaster in sight, before shucking his shoes off and stretching his long legs across the short end of the L shape. 

Taking your own shoes off buys you a moment of contemplation before you decide to sit down next to where he’s stretched out. There’s no space for you to stretch your legs out, but you’re comfortable folding them up on the couch with you, getting comfortable cross legged while Van procures the remote from somewhere, starting the TV up.

“Look at the moon,” You marvel quietly. The living room features an entire glass wall that leads to an outdoor patio, the moon and stars sending a white shimmering glow over the furniture.

Van doesn’t say anything, but when you turn your head to glance over at him he’s admiring it too before he meets your gaze. He still doesn’t speak, the moment doused in comfortable silence.

“Can I use this?” You ask him suddenly, your hand landing on a folded up blanket a few cushions away. 

“Course.”

You unravel the blanket and lay it over your lap while Van gets Netflix going.

“What do you wanna watch?” He asks when prompted to pick a profile. There are only two on the screen; Van and mary. You smile to yourself at the fact he shares an account with his mom as he clicks his.

“Um,” You look over the options on the screen. “Are you in the middle of anything?”

“Not really. Caught up on just about everything in Ireland.”

Van starts absentmindedly flipping through the trending now category, previews playing automatically.

“Have you seen that?” You ask when he hovers over one of the titles. “I heard it’s supposed to be really, really good.”

Van lets the trailer play out, detailing what looks to be a plot about infatuation and stalking. You can tell you’re both interested by the silence that falls over you.

“Sound good?” Van gets up to switch the lights off. The room is shrouded in darkness, Netflix lighting up his silhouette as he gets settled on the couch again. 

“Yeah,” You nod, “Let’s see if it lives up to the hype.”

You’re all too aware of your proximity to Van as the show starts. You can’t look over at him without him noticing considering it requires you to turn your head, but you can’t help but feel like you can sense his eyes on you. The result is you spending the first half sitting stiff as a board, paralyzed.

But the show lives up to it’s viral social media hype, and you soon become so engrossed that without really realizing it you’ve stretched your legs down the long side of the couch, your head coming to rest on the cushion you had been sitting on. Van passes you one of the throw pillows he’s been hogging, and when you elevate your head you’re so close you can hear his breathing.

The longer you watch, the more convinced you start to become that this date was all an elaborate plan devised by Van to kill you, and that he really did stalk you months ago in San Diego. Your mind wanders for two seconds, contemplating your current position on a stranger’s sofa, and suddenly the plot has taken a twist and the main character is having sex.

It’s almost like watching a sex scene with your parents in the room, although Van is anything but. You cringe as breathy moans ring out through the surround sound and you’re forced to watch a trainwreck of a scene where the the girl is getting fucked, hard, with her windows open, the stalker watching from the bushes across the street. It’s over quick, the character’s on-again-off-again boyfriend leaving as soon as the deed is done, but to your horror the scene only gets worse as the girl starts to hump a throw pillow in compensation for the orgasm she didn’t receive from her boyfriend, all the while the stalker starts jerking off in the bushes.

“Oh God,” You groan, turning your face to bury it in the throw pillow. “I literally can’t watch!”

Van chuckles as you listen to the rest of the scene play out.

“You’re missing it.” You can hear the delight in Van’s voice. “He’s about to blow his load right there on the street.”

“I wanna miss it,” You tell him, but still turn your head to peek at the screen. “Fucking creep.”

The ending of the scene is a crescendo of orgasms and moaning, the actress for the main character really laying it on porn-style for her big finale, while the stalker is abruptly interrupted by an oblivious woman asking him to hold the door, his orgasm incomplete.

“That was fucking creepy,” Van agrees. The episode isn’t done yet, but you can tell neither of you are paying attention to the remaining plot.

“Those windows are freaking me out,” You whine, gesturing to the windows that had previously brought you the view of the night sky, but that you’re now convinced have someone peeping through them.

Van heaves himself off of the couch. Before you can question him he’s crossed the room, pulling giant sheets of blinds down over the windows.

You sigh in relief, but it’s short lived. “But what if you’re the stalker?” You narrow your eyes at Van, who’s looking down at you as he heads back to his seat.

“I’m quite daft, then. Spending all this money on a wine-and-dine when I could’ve been outside your bedroom window for free.”

You make an exaggerated retching noise. Van laughs.

There’s a beat of silence, and then: “Is it really like that?”

You turn your head to peer up at him, propping your chin up on the overstuffed pillow. “Like what?”

“Like she did,” Van gestures towards the screen, “Where you fake it, and then the lad leaves, and you go back at it again.”

You frown as you ponder his question. “I’m sure for some girls it’s not.” Van’s eyes are trained on you, hanging onto your every word. “But as far as I know it usually goes something like that.”

“Pillow humping optional,” You add. “You can use your hand. Personally, I use a vibrator. Or the mood passes and you just go to sleep.”

You don’t know where this burst of boldness to talk about your sex life so openly came from, but Van looks a bit panicked as a result of it.

“And when we…” Van’s voice is low, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, his brows knitting together. “Did you…”

“That was genuine,” You reassure him, watching the relief wash over his face.

Van makes a noise in the back of his throat. “But you have? Before?”

“Faked it?”

Van nods.

It’s your turn to swallow. “Yeah. I have. Not with you. But yeah.”

“How, though?” Van scratches the back of his neck. “Y’know when you watch porn or somethin’ like that, you can tell they’re playing it up.”

You can feel a mischievous smile stretching across your face. “You sound curious.”

“I mean, kinda, yeah. And it’d be good to know. So you can’t fool me.” He offers a sheepish smile at his own joke.

“That would imply you need fooling,” You point out, your voice quiet. There’s no real need to whisper, but the heavy feeling of attraction that’s suddenly pressing down on you keeps you from speaking full volume, especially considering your proximity to Van.

Van doesn’t speak, only holds your gaze. He’s got the same look in his eye that he did outside of the hotel that night when he was openly checking you out. You do your best to match it, your mind quickly wrapping around a plan. Now was as good a time as any other to make your move.

“Well, I mean,” You break his gaze, looking around the room instead. “It ruins the magic if you know it’s fake.” You give an exaggerated sigh. “But for you, I’ll make an exception.”

You sit yourself upright, Van carefully watching your every move.

“We gotta set the scene, though,” You tell him, standing up from the couch and wriggling your pants down your legs. “Get yours off too,” You tell him.

Van doesn’t question it, getting down to his briefs and peeling off his socks after he watches you take off your own. 

You originally planned to keep your shirt on, to leave something to Van’s imagination, but you catch him admiring your black lace underwear and can’t resist revealing the rest of the matching set.

“Just want it to feel as real as possible,” You’re as nonchalant as possible, your voice the only sound in the quiet room. You realize then that Van’s muted the TV.

“Right,” Van agrees, fumbling with the buttons lining the front of his shirt. There’s no other layers underneath, so he’s shirtless in no time. “Now what?”

You pretend to think about it only to drag his anticipation out a few moments longer. While you torment him your eyes drag up and down his body, drinking in the familiar sight.

“Say we’re doing something like this,” You murmur, stepping over to where he’s still stretched out. You slide a leg over his waist, and with the soft slide of skin and fabric you’re settled on his lap, mimicking a riding position. He’s hard in his underwear, pressing against you through the cotton of his underwear and the lace of yours. 

“Like I’m riding you,” You clarify, shifting in Van’s lap. You feel him tense up beneath you.

“Put your hands here,” You prompt him, gently grabbing his wrists and bringing them to rest on your sides. His hands feel hesitant to make contact with you at first, but at your encouragement he holds onto your sides firmly.

“Now, the first step is build up.” Your voice stays low, like you’re trading secrets with him. “It’s not gonna be realistic without warning. Gotta spend some time doing something like this…” Without further ado you’re grinding against him through your underwear, his fingertips pressing into your flesh. 

It’s been way too long since you’ve had the experience of feeling someone’s solid, warm body beneath you, since you’ve felt someone want you so bad. Your first couple of breathy moans don’t even feel fake as you relish in the warm friction, losing control for a beat when your hips jerk on their own accord. “Van, fuck.”

His fingers squeeze you.

“Yeah, like that.” You piggyback off of his enthusiasm. You let your hips apply more pressure to his, but as good as it feels there’s no dry humping that could soothe your ache. Van doesn’t have to know that, though, and you let another desperate sounding noise come up from the back of your throat. Van’s thighs twitch beneath you.

You had been holding onto Van’s waist to balance yourself, but suddenly you move one of your palms to his side and feel him jolt. You look at him then, your face contorting into a look of mild surprise.

“I’m close.” You say it as if you were caught off guard. Van looks like an even mix of seduced and stunned, and the way he’s looking at you makes you close your eyes, scrunch your face up. “I’m, uh,” You pant, “I’m gonna-”

Before you can get to the grand finale your body is knocked off balance, suddenly becoming pressed into the soft cushions. 

“Fucking stop,” Van sounds pained as he kisses you, hard. Your body melts into the couch, the sweet and rare feeling of a plan going perfectly warming your body from the inside out. You moan into the kiss.

“I take it back,” He tells you before another bruising kiss. “I don’t wanna know what it sounds like.”

“How are you gonna know?” You push out between genuine gasps for air as Van starts kissing your neck. You arch into it.

“Tell me the truth,” He begs, resting his forehead against your shoulder. You can feel how clammy he is. “Please. Save that stuff for someone else. Tell me the truth.”

You don’t respond, silence in the air as you both catch your breath.

“I’ve got no use for sex that sounds straight out of a porno.” Van lifts his head, and you flinch at the intensity in his eyes. “I’d rather it be fucking real. No bullshit. If you’re having a good time, sure, say it. But if you’re not, say that too.”

It’s a rather serious take on something you’d thought was lighthearted. You’d never thought twice about faking orgasms. As far as you knew it was quite customary. You’d always figured the amount of times you’d done it had been on the lighter side, too. It’s not like you’d never had one, a fate some women seemed doomed to. But the way Van’s looking at you gives a sudden gravity to your actions.

“No bullshit,” You say firmly. You unwedge one of your hands from where it’s been pressed into the crack of the sofa, and offer Van your pinky.

Van’s intensity breaks as he smiles at the gesture. There’s a shift in his weight before he can get a hand free to loop his pinky finger with yours. “No bullshit.”

Then he’s kissing you again, your head forced back against the cushions of the couch, paralyzed between the furniture and his body. He tastes like the beer he’s been drinking and the butter he’d drenched his lobster in. It should be a bad combination, but it’s so uniquely Van you can’t complain. Not to mention he’s still at the top of your makeout leaderboard, a realization that brings your fingers into his hair.

“Show me your room,” You tell him when you break apart for air.

“It’s two floors up,” Van groans. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” You laugh at his hesitation to roll off of you.

“There’s a guest bedroom right there.” Van nods toward the end of the hall past the front door.

You consider for a moment. “With windows?” You ask finally. When Van nods, you crinkle your nose in distaste.

“Your room,” You insist, and he finally climbs off of you. As he clicks the TV off you make the sudden decision to grab for the throw blanket you’d been using, wrapping it around your body as if it was a towel.

“What?” You ask when you notice him staring at you in amusement. “It’s fucking cold in here. Don’t suppose you want me to put more clothes on.”

“Deffo not,” Van agrees, and leads the trek up the stairs.

Van’s bedroom is average size, a fact which catches you off guard. You hadn’t known what to expect based on the rest of the house, but besides the giant glass windows that panel the wall the bed faces (which Van covers immediately), and the luxurious attached bathroom, his room is quite ordinary. There’s a suitcase resting open on the floor, and Van has to move an acoustic guitar that was resting on the bed, but otherwise things seem clean. There’s an overfilled hamper in the corner, but you were pleased he owned a hamper at all. 

As soon as the guitar is moved you join Van in getting under the covers, shedding your makeshift robe on the floor. The transition back into making out is seamless.

“I can show you for real,” You whisper, surprised to find your bold streak hasn’t run out.

Van makes what sounds like a confused noise in the back of his throat, his lips consumed with being pressed against yours, but as soon as you hook a leg over his waist and start shifting him onto his back he gets the hint.

“You want me to?” You ask him softly, although you’ve got a good feeling you already know the answer. 

“Shit,” Van hisses when you slip a hand into his underwear, easing his dick out. “Yeah.”

It’s your first time getting a hand around him properly, and you relish in the weight of him against your palm, the way the head of him is already swollen, peeking out of his foreskin. You give him a few experimental tugs, only to be encouraged by a groan. As much as you want to continue, his briefs are getting in the way.

There’s a bit of clamoring while you two undress fully, but it doesn’t dampen the mood in the slightest. 

“That’s better,” You murmur when you’re seated back on his thighs, hand wrapped around him again. You know you should stop, considering you’ve been teasing him for a while already, but the control you’ve got over him is too intoxicating, watching him clench and groan as you experiment with different strokes.

“Where do you keep the condoms?” You ask after keeping the pace with relentless, quick tugs until you felt like he was ready. The only sound in the room is the soft noise of his foreskin sliding over him, but it feels like it echoes.

“There,” Van pants, throwing his arm in a gesture towards one of the bedside tables. You shift slightly off of his lap, your clit pressing against the soft skin of his hip while you dig through the top drawer. The only light in the room is from the soft glow of the city against the blinds, but it’s just enough for you to be able to locate a foil packet before handing it off to Van.

After the ripping of the wrapper, the room falls silent except for the harsh noise of breathing. Van’s hands bump against you clumsily while he gets himself wrapped, and you try to match your breathing to his slow, deep breaths. You sound more worked up than him, your anxiety making your breaths shallow and harsh.

Van brushes one of his hands against your thigh while he withdraws his hands, signaling he’s done.

This time when you slip a hand around him you’re gentle, careful not to disturb the thin layer of latex you can feel stretched over him. “Ready?”

You’re already shifting into position, rearing up onto your knees and maneuvering above him. Waiting for the green light.

“Yeah,” Van chuckles. “Let’s have it.”

The room goes quiet again, Van waiting with baited breath as you position him. You swallow hard, trying to soothe the fluttering in your stomach as you start to lower down on him.

It’s unceremonious, a hushed and slow process. There’s no dramatic sinking down like there is in porn, no loud screams of pleasure. It’s a slow stretch as your body accommodates him, an active effort to keep your balance as you make small shifts to try different angles. There’s the occasional sharp breath, but you’re not sure if it’s from Van or if you’re doing it without meaning to.

There’s a collective sigh of relief when you’re fully seated, your thighs trembling against his from the stretch. You’re terribly out of practice with this, and you’re mentally kicking your past self for her confidence while your anxiety starts to prepare you for Van’s disappointment. 

Your nerves and self-consciousness mix together to form a hot flush on your face, one you’re grateful Van can’t see. You make a last-ditch effort for a deep breath before you shift your hips, preparing to proceed.

You’d forgotten how good this was. Or maybe it wasn’t actually ever this good; maybe it’s just Van. But as soon as you get a pace going any nerves melt away, replaced instead with electricity that buzzes down your spine, through your hips. It zings it’s way across your thighs, making any discomfort worth it as you make sure to lower yourself completely every single time, feeling yourself fill up.

Van’s got a white knuckle grip on the sheets, but you’re barely noticing his reactions. It’s like you’re possessed, your body moving without your control as you chase the feeling. What feeling exactly, you’re not sure; there’s the friction of him sliding in and out of you, the feeling of fullness that punches you in the gut every time you lower down, and the white-hot spots you can get him to hit depending on the angle. They all mix together, heat and tingling and sparks that have you hunched over, hands pressed into his chest, your hips erratic.

Your thighs start to fail you, and when the ache becomes unbearable you settle for staying seated, keeping him fully inside of you as you shift around, feeling him rub against your walls. You clench experimentally, just to see if there’s a way to get him deeper, closer.

You’re only jolted from your own thoughts at the sound of Van moaning. It’s loud, the volume paired with the vulnerability of the sound startling you. 

You look down at him then. He’s got his forearm thrown over his eyes, and his hair’s a mess against the mattress, having pushed the pillows awry without you noticing. His mouth opens, lips forming a silent shape before he finally chokes the word out: “Stop.”

His other hand is pressed against your thigh, although you don’t remember it being there. His fingers dig into your skin. “Stop,” He says again, voice strained.

Your hips slow, any pleasure in your entire body fizzling away in half of a second. Your self consciousness comes crashing down over you in one suffocating wave as you hold completely still, confused.

You must’ve fucked up. Must’ve read the situation wrong, not realized that Van wasn’t into it. Must’ve heard his moan wrong. Must’ve missed something important. You feel the sweat that’d been developing on your forehead go cold as you mentally search for your fatal mistake. 

“Is something wrong?” You ask hesitantly. You’re still frozen, careful not to move a muscle while you await Van’s response.

“No,” Van chokes out. He lifts his arm from where it’s obscuring his face, running his hand through his hair instead. You can see his bicep flex as he pulls his own hair by the crown of his head. “You’re incredible, fuck. I can’t fucking stand this anymore. Switch me.”

His praise delivers an instant wave of relief, one that has you beaming down at him. He returns the smile weakly as you unseat yourself, plopping down on the soft mattress while he scrambles into the new position. 

“Scared the shit out of me.” You don’t know why you admit it. Maybe your brain is too foggy for censors. “Thought I was doing horrible.”

“Nah, fuck that.” Van’s lining up again. “Could just feel you getting tired. Figured I could return the favor.”

He takes your cue from the way you open your thighs wider, shift your hips up to meet him. He slides in easily, and as the shock of the interruption fades away you can feel your orgasm coming back to the surface, just as strong as it’d been previously.

Van takes his favor-returning duties seriously, fucking you with all he’s got. It’s different from last time. You’ve already set the rules and he follows them meticulously: sudden thrusts in, followed by a torturous pause so you can fully appreciate him inside of you before a long, slow withdraw where you can feel every inch of him. It’s too much and not enough at the same time, and when you’re on the brink you haul him in with a hand on his jaw for a kiss, gasping for air against his open mouth.

Van comes first despite his heroic efforts to hold off. Your only warning is a few moments of loose hips before he’s cursing, his hand slapping the headboard as he clenches it, exhaling your name.

Your only response is to kiss him. His lips are soft and pliant, moving easily against yours now that any tension has leaked out of his body, and you slip a hand between your bodies, desperate to feel as relaxed as him.

“Don’t,” Van slurs. Your fingers had already started tight circles against your clit, but Van bumps your hand away. “Quit, lemme.”

“I can do it,” You huff, your desperation putting you on edge.

“I know you can.” You can hear the amusement in Van’s voice as he pulls out and ties off the condom, leaning over to deposit it in a trash can you didn’t know existed. “But m’not inept either.”

After another impatient huff from you, Van’s fingertips are pressed tight against your clit, working it in loose circles. He doesn’t linger too low and you’re grateful for that, already feeling the tenderness start to catch up to you. He’s careful and precise, hanging onto your every noise as he tries to get it right, and when he succeeds you reward him by calling out his name over, and over, and over.

To your surprise, you open your eyes to Van sticking the fingers he’d touched you with into his mouth without any hesitation. 

Your eyes feel like they’re about to bug out of your head. “Why are you doing that?”

There’s a wet noise as Van’s lips release his fingers. “Needed to clean ‘em off.”

“You could’ve asked me to pass you something. The blanket’s right here.” You reach to the floor and grab the soft fabric, showing it to him for emphasis.

Van just looks at you quizzically, cocking his head. “Why would I wipe off on a blanket?”

“I just, y’know,” You flounder for an explanation, especially under Van’s gaze. “If you’re not into the taste, or something. I dunno.”

Van shrugs. “Into your taste just fine.”

You can’t keep the surprise off of your face. “Oh. Alright.”

“I’ll have to show you next time,” Van says with a joking wink before getting up, heading for the bathroom.

As soon as he’s turned his back you bury your face in nearest pillow, beaming into it. Next time. 

You sit up straight when you hear the toilet flush, regaining your composure. 

When Van comes back into the bedroom he immediately grabs for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter resting on the bedside table. He offers you the box, but this time you shake your head.

“Let’s see how these sheets look,” He says, cigarette bobbing loosely between his lips as he makes the few strides to the bedroom door, lifting the dimmer and illuminating the room.

It feels out of place to be naked with the lights on, and you reach over and grab the throw blanket off of the floor, wrapping it around yourself again as you stand to take your turn using the bathroom. You examine the sheets with Van, and they look no worse for wear except for a slight wet spot marking the spot on the bed where you’d came.

“Just that bit,” You acknowledge, gesturing to the spot. “Sorry.”

Van pulls the cigarette from his mouth, rolling his eyes playfully as he exhales smoke. “It’s nothin’. It’ll be dry in a few seconds. Go freshen up, love.”

Your cheeks heat up at the nickname, and you head for the en suite so Van doesn’t see.

“Do you need anything from downstairs?” You ask after you’ve taken your customary after-sex pee. “I gotta go get my clothes.”

Van’s perched on the remade bed, finishing off his cigarette in only his briefs. “You’re gonna put your clothes back on?”

“I mean, I gotta wear clothes in the Uber,” You joke.

“You don’t have to Uber home,” Van says, ashing the butt of his cigarette out in an ashtray. “I was gonna make us a fry up tomorrow.”

His britishness catches you off guard, and you laugh. “I have no idea what that is.”

“Oh, no way. It’s a big breakfast!” He gestures with his hands, “Eggs, bacon, sausage, the whole works! It’s fucking class. What d’ya say?”

You hold up your hands in playful surrender, even though it causes your blanket to sag. “I was only leaving because I didn’t know what you had going on! But that sounds good.”

You try not to read too much into how pleased Van looks at your agreement to stay.

“But I’ve still gotta go downstairs and get my bag,” You tell him, “So do you still need anything?”

“I’ll go with ya.” Van lights his second cigarette. “Could use a cup of tea.”

You two return to the mess you’ve made of the living room; throw pillows smushed from being under your bodies, clothes strewn on the floor, drinks lukewarm on the table now. Van takes your can of Coke and his empty beer bottle around the corner into the kitchen, while you gather up your clothes and purse before following him.

“Ugh, ready to take these things out,” You complain, fishing through your bag for the contact case you’d packed. You hadn’t wanted to assume Van would want you to stay over, but it was always best to be prepared.

“Take what out?” Van mumbles, turning to look at you from where he was standing over the stove babysitting a tea kettle.

“My contacts.” You open the case up on the island, not bothering to wash your hands before getting the dry lenses out easily with your finger, depositing them in the fresh solution you’d been sure to fill the case with. Van watches the whole spectacle curiously.

Even though your vision is blurry once you’re done sealing the case and putting it back in your bag, you can still see Van’s smirk.

“What?”

“Nothin’,” Van sing-songs, his voice going up an octave. “Seems like you came pretty prepared, s’all.”

You scoff. “I take a contact case with me everywhere, thank you very much,” You lie.

Van snorts. “With the liquid already in it?”

You blanch, caught. Van laughs in delight.

“Oh, shut up,” You huff. “How about you tell me about that breakfast you already planned for us, huh?” You make your way around the island to him, gently jabbing him in the stomach. He pokes you back. It’s tit-for-tat until you’re both laughing, interrupted only by the tea kettle coming to a boil.

By the time you’re back upstairs, Van nursing a warm mug of tea, your post-orgasm exhaustion is at its peak. It had taken all your strength to climb the two flights of stairs, and you don’t think twice about crawling into bed wearing only your underwear until you hear Van fussing with the closet door.

“Here,” He takes a plain black t-shirt off of a hanger, tossing it to you. You accept it graciously, slipping it on before tucking yourself under the sheets, eyelids heavy.

When Van slides into bed next to you he doesn’t seem ready to sleep, picking up his mug of tea instead.

“Jet lagged?” You ask, peering up at him from your spot nestled in his blankets. Everything smells deliciously like him, and you have to actively resist the urge to look like a creep that sniffs everything.

“Kinda,” Van smiles down at you. “Don’t sleep much in general, though. Always been quite hyper.”

His declaration doesn’t surprise you. Considering all the fidgeting, humming, toe-tapping, and fingertip drumming he seems to be doing every moment, you have no doubts about his boundless energy. 

“Hm,” You murmur, yawning. “Well, lucky you.” You pat his leg under the blankets before flipping over.

You can’t help but imagine what it might be like to actually see Van tired. What it might be like for him to lay with you in bed, your body wrapped around his. With that on your mind, you doze off quick.

\\

You’re disoriented when you open your eyes, expecting to be in your own bedroom. Instead you’re greeted by the bright L.A. sunlight, the shades pulled across the window seemingly useless in filtering it out.

Van’s not in bed. There’s his mug from last night on the nightstand, and the blankets and pillows are ruffled, but the bathroom is clearly empty.

You’d totally forgotten to ask him for a phone charger last night, something you only remember when you go to check the time only to be greeted with an unresponsive screen. 

You decide to climb out of bed and see if Van’s actually following through on his promise of breakfast. It’s foreign to you, wandering around a stranger’s house. You’re usually the type to roll back over and go to sleep until you know for sure other people are awake. You’ve never been the one to make yourself at home, using the kitchen or the television without permission. But considering Van doesn’t seem the type to head back to bed, this seemed like your best bet.

Midway down the first staircase you realize that you don’t have pants on. You could head back upstairs and grab your clothes but decide against it, praying Van’s not the type to have company at this time.

Thankfully Van’s right where you anticipated. You hear his singing ringing out through the living area before you’ve even turned the corner to the kitchen, along with the clatter of pots and pans. The acoustic guitar that had been resting on the bed last night is propped against the coffee table now. He must’ve been up for a while now.

“Hey,” You say softly when you round the corner. It’s only for Van’s benefit, so he’s not startled by your presence, but he doesn’t miss a beat in the song he’s singing, only grinning at you as he continues. You smile to yourself when his back is turned. Of course he’s not one to scare easily.

He’s definitely been to sleep, considering his pillow-mussed hair and the fact he’s still only in his underwear. You admire the way the muscles in his back flex as he scours through the fridge, procuring ingredients.

“What time is it?” You ask, peering around for any sort of microwave or oven clock.

“Half nine,” Van chirps, bumping the fridge door closed with his hip, a carton of eggs and a frozen pack of bacon in his hands.

“Oh.” You intertwine your fingers together. “So, uh. Is that, like, eight-thirty or nine-thirty…?”

“Nine-thirty,” Van elaborates. He glances at you over his shoulder from his position at the counter. “Do you not say that here?”

“I’ve never heard it,” You shrug. Van nods as he processes your answer.

“So, what are you making again?” You stop leaning on the island in favor of approaching the counter, looking over the various foods sitting out. “A stir fry?”

“Well, about that…” Van says sheepishly, opening the carton of eggs. “I was gonna do a whole fry up, but like I said, I haven’t been to the shops in forever. So how do you feel about just eggs, bacon, toast?”

“Sounds lovely,” You tell him, continuing to hover around him.

Van cracks whatever eggs are left in the carton into a mixing bowl, leaving the eggshells in the nearby sink.

“Do you need any help?” You ask, feeling terribly annoying while you just watch.

“Nah.” Van shrugs you off. “Just keep me company.”

“I’ll sit down, then, instead of being in your personal space.”

“You’re gonna sit all the way over there?” Van whines when you tug one of the island stools out to sit on.

“There’s no other place to sit!” You exclaim.

“Right here,” Van slaps his palm down on the counter.

“I don’t have pants on!” You insist. “I’m not gonna put my bare ass on your kitchen counters.”

“I need you over here!” Van argues. “I need someone to help supervise!”

“Then how about I pull the stool closer?” You start to drag your seat over the tile floor.

“Then it’ll just be in the way. Come sit up here and talk to me.”

You pretend to be inconvenienced by his request, sighing as you hoist yourself up on a section of counter not currently being used to prepare food. The marble is cold against the back of your thighs, and you cringe.

You watch Van diligently mix the eggs with some milk using a whisk. With the way his head’s bent, you can see how crooked the part of his hair has become from sleep.

“C’mere,” You gesture. Van looks up from what he’s doing.

“Your hair is driving me nuts,” You elaborate. When he’s looking up at you it’s even more unruly.

Van abandons the mixing bowl, setting it aside in favor of coming to stand in front of you. 

“You don’t like my morning hair?” He teases. He lets you maneuver the angle of his head and stands there patiently as you start to pick at the strands.

“Love it,” You assure him, “But if I’m going to supervise I’ve got to make sure you look presentable.” Once his part is sitting correctly you comb your fingers through the ends, managing to get about half of them to lay uniformly. It’s an improvement. You pat his shoulder, satisfied.

When he looks up at you, your faces are awkwardly close.

“Thanks,” Van murmurs, and you watch the way his eyes dart down to your lips before flickering back up. Your hand still hasn’t left his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Is all you manage to say, any witty or funny remarks disintegrating on your tongue. You wait for an interruption, for Van to jerk away and remember the food he needs to tend to. But he doesn’t.

His lips press into yours instead. It’s the first time you guys have kissed without an impending sense of urgency. Van brings his hands up to rest on your waist, his fingertips fidgeting with the hem of your borrowed shirt. You sling your arms around his neck, tugging him closer, savoring every moment.

You spread your knees apart, making space for him to fit his hips between them, pleased to get him even closer.

Van pulls away to breathe and you rest your head on his shoulder, trying to hide your smile. It occurs to you when you turn your face and admire the long lines of his neck that you’ve never paid much attention to it. 

You can feel Van melting into your arms as you start at his shoulder and mouthe your way up. You don’t intend to leave any marks, but that doesn’t stop you from letting your teeth graze him a couple times so you can hear the way he sucks the air through his teeth at the feeling. You can feel his pulse right at his jaw, and you press your lips there firmly for a moment, marveling at how his pulse skitters against his skin.

“Christ,” Van murmurs. Your lips curve into a smile where they’re pressed against him.

You’d planned to be done at his jaw, but curiosity gets the better of you and you let your lips travel higher, trying to feel for his pulse behind his ear. The ends of his hair tickle your nose as you search for it, but feeling his heart stutter again is worth it.

When Van can’t take anymore he turns his head, bringing his lips to yours. Your hand comes to rest on the side of the neck and you don’t know if you’re imagining it but Van seems to lean into it. You tense your fingertips, digging them into his skin just slightly, experimentally, and Van deepens the kiss. 

You make a small, satisfied noise as you break away from him. “You don’t happen to keep condoms in your kitchen, do you?”

You’d been feeling Van get hard the entire time, but when he pulls away you marvel at how terrible he is at concealing his desire; his pupils are blown, there’s a fresh flush to his cheeks, and his chest is visibly rising with every breath.

“I don’t, no,” He runs his hand through his hair, successfully reversing your attempts to make him look presentable. “I’ll go grab one from my wallet.”

“Hurry,” You urge him, pleased at how quickly he turns to leave the kitchen. He’s still just as handsome from behind, and you marvel at how his briefs hug his ass before he spins, catching you.

“Stop ogling at me!” He teases. You stick your tongue out at him.

With Van gone, it’s just you and the abandoned mixing bowl of eggs alone in the kitchen. You take a deep breath, kick your legs out from the counter awkwardly, and count the seconds until he returns, condom in hand.

“Okay,” He sets the condom down on the counter, and loops his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. “Hips up,” He quips.

You obey, pressing your palms flat against the counter so you can get your hips into the air and Van can get your underwear down. Van tugs his own briefs down his legs easily, kicking them away. You watch them slide across the kitchen tile.

Van opens the condom, giving himself a few quick tugs in preparation to roll it on. At the sight of him you swallow nervously, the visual reminder bringing the ache between your legs to the forefront of your attention.

“Go easy on me, okay?” You laugh, but the slight waver of your voice betrays your nerves. Van’s too smart for any sugarcoating. His blue eyes snap up to meet your gaze, all seriousness, a silent questioning.

You give him a slight smile, crinkling your nose. “I’m sore.”

Realization dawns over him. “Gotcha,” He nods.

Van positions himself between your knees, using his hands on your hips to gently guide you to the edge of the counter.

“I feel like I’m gonna fall off,” You whine. Van only smiles, still looking down at your bodies.

“I need you right here at the edge,” He explains, letting go of you when he’s satisfied. 

“You sound like an expert.” It’s a dangerous joke to make, something twisting at your stomach at the sudden thought of other girls having this same kind of morning with Van.

“Not even fucking close,” He assures you, and your stomach unknots.

He works on lining himself up, but you can tell the way your body is curved in order to have your arms wrapped around his shoulders is making an odd angle that’ll be uncomfortable. 

“Don’t go yet,” You plead, suddenly desperate to try a different position. He stills, his eyes flickering to yours.

“This angle isn’t gonna work,” You answer his unspoken question. “I think I need to…” 

You don’t finish the rest of your sentence, opting to carefully lean back instead. You have to bend your neck to fit under the cabinet, and push a knife block a little off to the side, but eventually your shoulders come to rest on the cool tile of the wall. It’s uncomfortable, to say the least, but it allows your hips to tilt back. Your hands grapple for the most comfortable way to keep yourself from slipping off of the edge of the marble.

Van looks amused. “You good?”

You nod.

“We don’t have to do it in here you know,” He gestures with his hand towards the exit to the kitchen. “I can lay you out on the couch or somethin’.”

“In here’s fine,” You insist. You’d never had kitchen sex before, and your curiosity about the experience was stronger than the ache in your neck. 

Van playfully throws his hands up in surrender. “Okay then,” He laughs, before positioning your hips again and lining himself up for the second time. “You ready, then?”

With your eager nod Van slides in. He goes slow, his brow furrowed. You can tell he’s taking your request to be gentle to heart.

He’s careful not to bottom out, and from your position sitting back can see the restraint he’s exercising, how tight and rigid his body stays while he starts thrusting, shallow, slow.

It aches but only slightly, and it’s an incredible reminder of last night. Your hands scrabble against the countertop, desperate for anything to hold on to. They find nothing. There’s nothing you can do except hold as still as possible to keep your balance.

Van’s an absolute vision, the morning sun beaming through through the kitchen and making him glow. You watch the sweat glisten on his chest, the way he looks like he’s so lost in you he wants to close his eyes. He seems determined to keep them open, watching your every expression. You can see the muscles in his stomach flex with each movement, the angle of the sunlight creating a tiny shadow near his bellybutton. It’s too much. You close your eyes.

That only makes it worse, though, only forces you to focus solely on how the movement of him against you feels. You’re forced to lay there, completely still, the image of Van burned behind your eyelids. The pleasure is making you feel like you’re about to crawl out of your skin, and not having an outlet is driving you nuts. You slap your sweaty palm against the countertop. Van doesn’t even flinch.

“Holy shit,” You gasp, tipping your head back against the cool tile, finally opening your eyes to the bottom of the wooden cabinet. “I can’t fucking take this anymore,” You heave.

Van’s forced to stop thrusting when you manage to get your legs around his waist, bringing his hips flush against yours as you work your way back into the sitting position you were originally in before you had the idea to sit back. There’s the uncomfortable tickle in your stomach as the angle changes, and you hope things will work this way. At this point, anything feels better than laying there helplessly.

“Sorry,” You breathe, back to wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a sloppy yet gratifying kiss.

“Don’t be,” Van brings your lips together again. He’s got he slightest bit of stubble growing. It’s too light to be visible, but you feel the slight scratch of it against your lips and bring your palm up to rub your thumb over his jawline, feeling the hairs.

You keep your legs around Van’s waist but relax them enough so that he’s got room to move. He takes it as an invitation, starting to fuck into you again, and makes a noise low in his throat. You can’t decipher if it’s from pleasure or discomfort, but it sounds urgent. 

“Okay?” You ask, craning your neck away from where you’d been examining his freckles in extreme detail, getting a full view of his face instead.

“Yeah.”

You raise your eyebrows at how strained his voice sounds.

Van runs his hand through his hair, the strands that hang near his forehead damp with sweat.

You’ve stopped watching his face, your eyes instead wandering to the top of his shoulder, the little freckles that pepper him there. You only see his expression out of your peripheral vision when he finally speaks, his voice low: “It’s fucking tight.”

He sounded hesitant to say it, as if worried you’d take offence, but instead you lean over to start kissing the freckles on his shoulder you’d just longingly gazed at. Your stomach lights up at the way he sounded, vulnerable and maybe shy, different from the ever-confident Van you’re used to. You hide your smile in his neck and breathe in his scent while you’re there.

You could already tell you wouldn’t be able to come in this new position, last night’s ache becoming slightly too pronounced, but you were more than happy to let Van keep going. You spend the time alternating between kissing him deeply and kissing his neck, and letting your hands wander over any bit of his skin you can reach. An orgasm almost sneaks up on you, your thighs tensing of their own accord, but Van gets there first. It’s the quietest he’s ever been, shaking through it breathlessly, head pressed into your neck, your fingers still playing with the ends of his hair, which looks almost blonde in the morning sun.

Van catches your cringe as he pulls out.

“Did it hurt?” He asks, voice rough.

“Nothing serious,” You assure him. “It was worth it.”

He ties the condom off and opens one of the cupboard doors below you, leaning over to deposit it in the trash.

It takes a second for your head to wrap around the way he sinks to his knees suddenly.

“What are you doing?” You sound more frantic than you’d meant to.

“You’re sensitive, yeah?” Van raises his eyebrows at you for confirmation. You nod, stunned to silence.

“This is about as gentle as it gets,” He shrugs. “As long as you’re good with it?”

“Um, yeah,” You stammer. “You could give it a try.”

It’s hard to form words correctly when Van’s face is right between your legs, looking at you in all your after-sex glory. You have to actively resist the urge to squirm away and cover yourself, your cheeks heating in self-consciousness.

If Van notices your discomfort he doesn’t show it, only looking pleased that you’ve given him permission.

You can’t stand watching him lean forward, opting instead to tip your head back towards the ceiling and squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for him to begin.

You tense up when you feel it. Van’s warm breath tickles you before you feel the wet slide of his tongue against you. You jolt. He gives a few more experimental licks, slow and languid, moving around, and your fingers tangle in his hair instinctually.

It’s not that you don’t want it. It’d be a lie to say you’ve never thought back on that night in San Diego and wondered absentmindedly about things taking a different turn in his hotel room. Your sleepy mind curiously twisting the events, wondering if he’d be any good at this.

But as curious as you were, the thing about head is it always just seemed to be a grand waste of time for you. On the very few occasions you’d been on the receiving end, the act had consisted of slimy, uncomfortable exploration with movements too inconsistent to get you anywhere. And worse, it was treated as a gift, one you were inevitably supposed to return. The lackluster results along with the heavy implications meant you tended to keep your distance.

But after some exploration Van seems locked in on his mission. You dare to peer down at him when you feel him start to find a rhythm, one that has your legs opening wider without your control. His eyes are squeezed shut, his nose brushing against you with every lick, and when he exhales hot air you can’t help but shiver.

You let go of his hair, your knuckles aching from your tight grip, but Van makes a noise. It’s too quiet for you to hear, but you jerk as you feel the vibrations against you, the message loud and clear. You rush to grab his hair again, flustered.

The better it starts to feel the more apparent it becomes that he’s in the wrong spot, a different area starting to throb for his attention. Without really thinking about it you use his hair to herd him to the other spot. He’s just licked firmly against it, your legs quivering, when he sits back on his knees.

“Done?” You ask, surprised to hear disappointment in your tone.

“Nah,” Van wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Need a breath.” 

Your shoulders sag with a relief you didn’t know you felt.

“How is it?” He croaks, peering up at you.

“Good,” You answer out of habit, before realizing how true it is. “Really, really good.”

“You like the spot I was in?” He inquires, gearing up to keep going. The way he sets his jaw in determination makes your mouth go dry.

“The one higher up,” You clarify, your voice only slightly above a whisper. “Yeah.”

And without further ado he’s back at it, resuming in exactly the same spot, a miracle that leaves you speechless.

There’s nothing unexpected about your orgasm. It’s a steady build, the pressure between your legs becoming more and more unbearable as Van’s tongue works firmly against you. He incorporates his lips in some mysterious way you’ve never experienced, and uses his palms to press your thighs open when you’re too clenched to keep them open yourself. He’s eager to please, treating any noises you let slip as feedback. You moan his name as praise and Van preens under the attention.

It’s a long descent back to Earth, your head spinning when it’s all over. The first thing you realize is that you’re awkwardly petting Van’s hair, smoothing your palms over the strands subconsciously. You pull your hands away as Van leans back, catching his breath.

“Sorry,” You murmur.

“Hm?” Van busies himself wiping his mouth. You can see his chin glistening from you.

Your head’s too foggy to clearly remember why you even said sorry, let alone explain it to Van. “I dunno,” You say instead.

“Can you pass me one of those?” Van asks, gesturing to a roll of paper towel that’s within arm’s reach of you. You rip away a few squares for him and pass them over.

“That went better than expected,” You confess breathlessly.

“Yeah?” Van cocks his head, looking amused. “Thought I wouldn’t be any good?”

“Not at all! I mean- that’s not what I meant,” You giggle, trying to find the right words somewhere in your haze. “I’m just surprised I came. It’s never happened from that.”

Van blinks at you. “No shit?”

“Yeah, I’ve never. Until now. But I don’t really let anyone do that. Swore it off a few years ago.”

“But you let me?”

“I mean, yeah,” You shrug. “I’ve never had anyone, like, want to. I’m not gonna beg for something useless.”

“Never had anyone want to?” Van looks stunned as he uses the edge of the counter to help himself off of his knees. “Who the fuck have you been with?”

It sounds hypothetical, so you don’t answer. Van shakes his head to himself as he leans over, washing his hands in the sink.

“We’ll have to do it again sometime. Properly. That angle was kind of shit.”

You smile. “I mean, I thought it was pretty nice.”

Van smiles too, sliding down the counter so he’s in front of you. He leans in for a kiss, and even though you can taste yourself on his lips you let him. 

“It can be better. You just gotta gimme another chance,” He says playfully when you two separate. 

He’s joking, but you can hear he’s being genuine underneath.

“I mean, if you want,” You shrug, indifferent.

“Oh, I want,” He assures you with a wink. “Anyway, are you still hungry?”

“I’m starving,” You groan. “But I really need to rinse off, if you don’t mind.”

“Course I don’t mind. I’ll set you up in the bathroom and then get breakfast going for real this time.”

He reaches down for his discarded briefs, slipping them on before leading you back up to his bedroom, getting the shower in the en suite going for you. 

Once you’re done showering, smelling like all of Van’s products and wrapped in a giant, fluffy towel, you slip out of the bathroom and into Van’s room. You perch on the edge of his bed, reaching for your phone which has finally powered on with the help of a borrowed charger.

There’s a ton of texts from Mary, her curiosity growing the longer you haven’t responded. You listen closely for any sign of Van, but there’s silence. He’s still in the kitchen working on breakfast. You dial Mary’s number.

“Holy shit, finally!” Mary exclaims down the line. “How was last night?”

“I’m um,” You keep your voice low, still paranoid Van might come upstairs to check on you at any moment. “I’m still here.”

“No fucking way,” Mary hisses. “You stayed the night?”

“Yeah. But hey, listen, I don’t have too long, he’s making breakfast-”

“Breakfast?” Mary interrupts. “Like, what kind of breakfast? He can microwave oatmeal?”

You snort. “No, like a real breakfast! Eggs and stuff.”

“Shut the fuck up. I knew he was perfect the first night we met him!”

“Mary, listen!” You hiss. “I gotta tell you about what just happened!”

“This is gonna be good.”

“Oh, it’s better than good. He’s, like… Wow.”

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Read Chapter 3 here

[jj-lives]

Ash Inktober -Bmblb

3 days in a row is crazy. Hopefully I can keep up this pace.

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Yang had gotten into the habit of leaving her phone beside her pillow when she slept. Six months prior she would have left it on her nightstand or even across the room to allow her an uninterrupted sleep. But now she kept it close when she crawled beneath the sheets. She enjoyed Blake being the last person she spoke to before closing her eyes, even if some nights it was through text and not voice. So her phone always remained beside her pillow where she would hear Blake’s replies late at night when her normal exhausted mind would ignore the random beeps and pings. The vibration at least woke her. 

She was never as glad of her new habit as she was tonight. Yang would never forgive herself if she’d missed the call. Not sparing time to change out of her sleep shorts she threw on a jacket and jumped into her shoes, forgoing socks as they would take time she did not have. Grabbing her keys she turned to rush out the door, stopping briefly before grabbing her leather bike jacket, just in case.

Her mind was spinning as she pulled up behind the orange barricade. She couldn’t remember the past fifteen minutes it took her to get here. She could only think of one thing. 

Blake. 

Jumping out of the truck she rushed past the barricade and a few late night onlookers. The smell of smoke pervaded her senses causing her to cough to clear her lungs of the heavy feeling. There were a few dozen people walking around wrapped in shining foil blankets the emergency crews always handed out. Yang focused on every one that she passed. 

Where was she?

“Fuck.” 

Uncharacteristically swearing as she noticed she’d left her phone in the car, grabbing only her keys and leather jacket. Down the block she could see a row of fire trucks and ambulances, lights flashing so bright she could see into the apartments across the road. Ash still fell like burning embers of snow in the orange lights of the emergency vehicles. Dread filled Yang as she took in the gaping hole at the side of the structure. Three apartment’s blackened belongings on display. Her knees nearly failed her as she spotted the charred remains of Blake’s reading chair. 

Yang prayed that Blake hadn’t fallen asleep in that chair as was her habit. 

Pushing through the growing crowd of people picking up stranded loved ones Yang made her way to the row of flashing trucks. As she rounded the third ambulance she heard her name.

“Yang.” 

The rasp in her girlfriend’s voice was not caused by lack of sleep and it shattered Yang’s already fragile resolve. Tears forced burning trails to her jawline. 

“Blake!” She looked so small and frail sitting outside the back of the ambulance with an oxygen mask that had she not called her name, Yang wasn’t sure she would have recognized her. Rushing forward all she wanted to do was hold her, but she paused, scared of touching her. “Are you hurt?”

“She shouldn’t talk much. She’s inhaled quite a bit of smoke.” The medic spoke up from inside the truck. “Are you the girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

Nodding he jumped down unwrapping a sheet of gauze. Yang’s heart throbbed painfully in her chest. 

“Where are you hurt?” She asked, stepping closer to Blake.

“Please give us some room.” The medic gently laid a hand on Yang’s shoulder, guiding her to take a step back. “It’s just a bit of heat rash. I’m just going to bandage it to protect the sensitive skin as it starts to heal. Okay?”

Blake nodded, giving consent as she shrugged the foil blanket off her shoulders and held her left arm out to the medic. Before the gauze covered it Yang could see the skin was an angry red. 

It could have been worse. 

Yang repeated the words in her head to calm her own fraying nerves. Blake didn’t need her to be an emotional mess. But the words did nothing but cause her to picture what could have happened. She could have lost her. 

The familiar warmth of Blake’s hand covered her clenched fist, bringing Yang back from the horrific images in her mind. 

“I’m okay.” She wheezed.

“Don’t speak, okay.” 

Yang unclenched her fist to hold Blake’s hand firmly in her own. Blake squeezed back, strong as ever. And as Yang took the time to really look she could see Blake’s strength shining in her eyes. Yang smiled. 

“You scared me.” Blake smiled back through the plastic covering her nose and mouth. “Don’t do this again, okay?”

“You got here quickly.” The medic spoke up as he secured the bandage. 

“I may have broken the speed limit a couple times.” 

Yang ducked her head, only looking up when a firm pull to her arm almost toppled her. Blake glared up at her angrily. 

“Well I don’t have to admonish you for speeding. Looks like you’re going to get berated enough on the subject from this one.” The medic chuckled, turning to Blake. “But not tonight.”  

Blake nodded reluctantly as the medic disappeared into the truck. She shot Yang a warning glare but Yang couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. All the lectures about safe driving would be welcomed. At least Blake was here to lecture her, when it could have turned out differently.

Returning with two bottles he handed one to Yang. “Take the bandage off tomorrow and apply this to the area. It will help the skin to heal and protect it since it will be very sensitive.” Yang nodded, taking the advice very seriously.

“And you need to drink this before I release you.” He turned to Blake handing her a bottle. “You’re dehydrated.”

Blake tried to unscrew the cap with her one hand, not wanting to let go of Yang, but her injured arm wasn’t cooperating. Yang let out a humoured snort that garnered her another indignant glare. Shoving the ointment into her jacket pocket, Yang grabbed the top of the bottle with her free hand and twisted until the cap released.  

Blake pulled the mask aside and took three large gulps of the water. When she put the bottle up to her mouth again the medic stopped her.

“I know you must be in a hurry to get out of here. I would be too.” He said warmly. “But try not to rush drinking this. And you still need to get your oxygen levels up a little higher before I would like to let you go.”

“I’ll make sure she slows down if you need to look after another.”

“I need to take this to my coworker as he’s run out.” He held up another small tank of oxygen and a mask. “But I’ll be back in a few minutes to check her vitals once more.”

Both nodded as he took his leave.

Knowing Blake was safe and reasonably unharmed allowed Yang to finally relax for the first time since the phone woke her. As the adrenaline left her her muscles started giving way. Her legs shook so hard with exhaustion even Blake noticed. She pulled Yang closer so she could sit beside her. Yang placed a kiss to the top of Blake’s head as she rested it against her shoulder. No matter how tired this ordeal had made Yang, she was sure Blake was feeling it tenfold. 

Blake alternated between taking sips of water and breathing in the oxygen the medic told her she needed. As diligent a patient as she was a student.

“I’m so glad you’re safe.”

Turning her head, Blake pulled her mask lower as she placed a gentle kiss to Yang’s cheek. She looked to want to say something but Yang moved the mask back into place. 

“The sooner those vitals are up the sooner we can get you home for some sleep.”

Blake nodded but still seemed reluctant to let whatever she wanted to say go. She looped circles against Yang’s palm with her thumb irritatedly before giving up. With a heavy sigh she took another sip of water. 

Leaning her head on Yang’s shoulder once more she smiled as she squeezed Yang’s hand tightly three times.

The medic returned and after checking her oxygen levels released her telling Yang to make sure she continued to drink water regularly and reminded her of the ointment in her pocket. Leaving the blanket behind Yang draped her leather jacket over Blake’s shoulders and led her to the truck.  

She made sure Blake was buckled safely before she closed the door and made her way to the driver’s seat. Once the truck roared to life she made sure to turn on Blake’s heated seat before she made a U-turn. Blake dozed the twenty minute ride to the apartment and Yang was reluctant to wake her as the pulled into the apartment’s parking garage. 

Blake rubbed her eyes sleepily as Yang gently slid the seatbelt across her shoulder.  

“You smell like smoke.” Yang whispered and Blake scoffed. “Do you want to take a quick shower before bed? I can wrap the bandage in plastic for now.”

Pulling her hair to her nose Blake took a deep breath. The bridge of her nose wrinkled at the unpleasant smell. She nodded at Yang’s previous offer before opening the door and climbing out. 

They entered the apartment quietly, not wanting to wake Ruby and deal with the mounds of questions she was bound to ask. Yang led her to the bathroom and sat her down on the side of the bathtub as she gathered the material she needed to protect the bandage.

Blake placed a gentle kiss on Yang’s lips as she secured plastic to her arm with pieces of bandage tape. It was a pleasant surprise which caused a rare blush to form. Yang gave Blake some privacy handing her a towel and a shirt and shorts to sleep in.  Changing her own smoke scented clothes while Blake was in the shower Yang crawled into bed to wait. 

It only took Blake a few minutes to wash the smoke down the drain and join Yang.  She crawled between the sheets and immediately moulded herself to Yang’s side.

“I like when you’re clingy.” Yang whispered in her ear as she wrapped an arm firmly around her. 

Blake snuggled closer, grabbing hold of Yang’s hand. She interlocked their fingers and brought them to rest at her chest. Yang smiled as Blake squeezed her hand exactly three times before she fell into a much needed rest.