#how dare greeting card companies not have a card for this!!!!!

[blueskrugs]

can’t believe there’s no cards for the extremely specific experience of your parents’ wedding anniversary but your dad has passed

[ziminy]

I'll follow you until you love me

Having actor Gojo as your fan isn't for the weak

Tags: smut, mdni, f!actress reader, actor!Gojo, dark themed, stalking, obsession, jealousy, fan boy Gojo, mind games, lots of lies, manipulation, panties stealing, making out, fingering, oral (f receiving), drunk s(e)x, dubious content, people are shipping you and Gojo, fear play, just me going over the top again,

Author's note: thank you for 100 flowers 🤗 I been working on this fic for a while and was waiting for a specific occasion to post it.

Masterlist

The first time Gojo Satoru heard about you was a long time ago. He doesn't really remembers the details but he knows he was so done with hearing about you left and right.

Everybody was praising this new actor who appeared out of a blue, and it was getting on his nerves.

Nothing was known about you, you had no connections to the inside world, your name wasn't affiliated with any big names. It was like you were put on the big screen out of nowhere and lend a big role like the director was forced to.

And his feelings only got bitter the moment he met you in person. Walking into his set one day and greeting everyone left and right, remembering names of some crew members he didn't knew they even existed to begin with.

But the cherry on top was when the director, that was known for being a bit too eccentric, presented you with the biggest smile on. Praising you and talking about how the day is so much better with you there. And you, instead of trying to show off, being humble.

He didn't like it. The way you looked so sweet, how you would laugh at the poorly made jokes and how you left just as soon as you appeared, giving him no chance to actually learn something about you. But he does remember how you promised to buy everybody a drink next time you pass by and how you look forward to his movie.

Another one of his fans? Huh? He thought, being disappointed that you'd be much more easier than he hoped.

But he only ended up being disappointed once again, because a week later you appeared on his set one more time. This time with drinks just as you promised, and the biggest smile on your face talking about the role you're auditioning for and how the set is closer to his. Well, you weren't talking to him directly, but the director. But since you were on his movie set you were practically sets neighbors.

Full of himself, he went to you, expecting you to be excited and faint just from seeing him, since you said you were a fan. But instead you looked at him the way you looked at everybody else, the same business smile on that was basically your free pass card in life. Refusing his invitation to drink with him tonight, talking about keeping it professional and how you don't dare to accept since you respect him too much. Fearing that you might do something that would embarrass yourself in front of him.

It was a lie, he quickly noticed the way your face change as you left with your assistant. A blank expression on your face, that smile disappearing, not having to put an act on as you thought no one saw you. But he did, and it got him thinking, spending the next few days searching and looking at any media form that haves your name on it.

Were you actually pretending? Was everybody's sweetheart actually a liar? Did he actually found dirt on you? What is he going to do with this information? Surely you don't want everybody to know about about it, right?

But when he thought he had you, a scandal with your name all over it was the only thing everybody was talking about. How your company was mistreating you and how you finally managed to break ties with them. And it didn't helped that everybody on his set was whining about you not asking for help, and how they noticed your sudden demeanor but didn't said a thing.

Now you had people fighting over you to join entertainment companies. Biggest names arguing about which one was better for you, you even had his company begging you to join them. And now he was stuck with hearing your name once again.

It didn't stopped any time soon, because somehow, miraculously, you decided to sign a contract with his company.

It was like you decided to torture him, play with his mind and lead him on even if you clearly set some boundaries between the two of you. Were you playing hard to get? Because after all those nights awake he learned that you didn't get involved with anyone in the industry. You refused executives after executives, big actors and renowned directors. You would rather get banned from the industry than being known for giving any kind of services or being known as someone's partner.

He didn't knew if he was supposed to be proud or get mad at how stupid you were acting.

But it got him even more invested. And now you had him watching every single thing you appeared in. It could be a small role, you could just appear in the background for a second and he'll memorize the entire movie.

Soon he got bored of that, and he moved into interviews, appearances or just people speculations, the nda you sign or make people sign. He still remembers about that time you got a nobody as your partner and kept him around for a few months. Even so, it didn't changed a thing about his interest in you.

His room was filled with you, pictures, posters, stuff from movies you acted in. His whole house was like this in fact. His closet filled with stuff you wore, you could even find the same products you use in his bathroom.

And the less attention you pay him, the more obsessed he became. Spraying his bed with your perfume every time you went on a date with your little nobodies, sometimes even asking people from your sets about you, not daring to get to close to you so you won't acknowledge him, even if he's dying to get your attention.

Imagine his surprise when you first acted in the same thing. Well, not really because he auditioned for the same movie as you, trying for a role that had it's screentime at the same time as yours. But he didn't really expect to get it. Oh who is he lying to? He called the director and demanded to play by your side, talking about how he wants to try new things and putting a act on so nobody would rat him out.

Just as soon as the roles were revealed to the public, he even hired a few people to post about the two of you online. But he did got hit by surprise from the amount of people that actually shipped you two. It got him giggling and kicking his feet, staying up and reading comments about how you looked together.

And you seemed to feed into fans delusions, interacting with him more and putting on a more friendly facade, like you were actually friends behind close doors.

Even if it was fake, he liked it. The attention you gave him, the way you finally look at him right in the eyes with more than just your business smile. How you sit close to him at interviews, your legs almost touching. And how you would joke with him when people were looking, actually trying to get to know him.

The promotions ended sooner than he'd like, and now he was alone once again.

He should have let go of you, it been already two years since you two acted together, and he did in fact almost forgot about you. His house was finally you free, not a single thing that represented you in any way in sight. And he been clean for the past few months, finally going in public and acting like old him.

That was until a movie director contacted him, wanting him to be one of the main characters in this action movie he's making. And his costar? You. You would play his love interest. He can't really remember what he said after that, but he did ended up with the role, now reading the script with great attention, trying to picture how your scenes would be.

The romance scenes weren't enough, the fans would want to see more, he said while talking to the director, convincing him to add more. And that's how you ended up with some really unnecessary spicy scenes. Making out in the bathroom, somehow fucking each other on his bed, lots of kisses and the sexual tension should be felt the entire movie.

"Director, can I talk to you?" you said when you visit the set for the first time.

"Did something happen?" the older man looked at your concerned face.

"I received the new script." you said, holding the papers in your hands. "Are all the new scenes really necessary? It's supposed to be about fighting for justice, not a romance movie." well, you were right. But the white haired man happened to pay for the movie's budget out his own pocket.

"It would reach to a larger audience." but were the sex scenes really necessary? You looked at Gojo, trying to communicate telepathically with him. "Don't worry, I'm sure everything will be fine." the director said, ending the discussion there.

This wasn't just about you, it was also about your coworker and about how he feels. You had to pull him to the side and talk to him, you didn't want any hard feelings or to end up with a twisted relationship because of a stupid movie. "You sure you're alright with the new scenes?" you asked, looking at the tall man as he seemed to hold back something.

"Yes. Why wouldn't I?" he tried not to smile, happy at the way you seemed concerned about him and his well being.

"The change was out of nowhere and too drastic. I could talk to the director if you feel uncomfortable." you're so cute, he wanted to eat you whole.

"What about you. How do you feel about it?" he knew he went overboard, he blacked out when he made those changes after all. But he personally can't say that he regrets anything.

"It's just acting. Sure, I'm a little unhappy at the changes, but I'm alright with it if you are." god, he was dying to kiss you. He wanted to get to the parts where he could be closer to you, feel your skin against his and have a taste of your lips.

There were a few more weeks of filming until he got to the parts he wanted, and he was waiting patiently. Because he knew that once it started he'll get more than enough of you.

"That's all for today." the director said, finally announcing that it was the end of today's work.

"How about some drinks?" Gojo looked at you talking to your assistant before he looked at the director. "My treat." how could anybody refuse free drinks, especially ones that were payed by the white haired man.

You initially tried to refuse, looking at your assistant for a confirmation before you accepted. And that's how you ended in a bar with almost everybody on the set.

You let yourself to get losen for once, forgetting about the image you carefully builded and drank. You had your assistant there in case of anything, which you trusted a bit too much. But even so, you're just happy that you could drink, enjoy the company of others and feeling like you're just another person in there not just a big name actress.

And perhaps you enjoyed yourself a bit too much. Because people started leaving and you didn't felt like doing the same just yet.

It was just you, your costar, the director and your assistants in there in the end, it wasn't that bad.

"I'll call the car for us." your assistant let you know as they stepped outside for a moment.

"Our car is here." the director's assistant said, making the old man get up and leave. Now it was just you, your costar and his assistant that was nowhere to be seen.

"I'm kinda glad I'm doing this with you." you said, barely able to keep your eyes open. "I hear people talking about you all the time, and they all say how good you are." he stared at you with an expressionless face, still trying to think of what he should do next.

"Why don't we go outside for a moment? Take some fresh air." he wasn't prepared for a love confession just yet.

"Alright." you grabbed his arm, letting your body lean into his. He was sweating, his heart was beating so fast that he doesn't know what to do.

"T-then." he gulped, walking with you towards the back door of the bar. Good thing he reserved the whole place, because he doesn't know what he would have done if anyone saw you in that situation.

He placed you against the wall, sitting back next to you and letting you rest your head against his shoulder.

"Your hands are so big." you said, taking his hand in yours and comparing sizes. He was quiet, he just stared at you, his mind in a million places as he tried to figure out if this was some kind of hint or it was all in his head. "You're big in general." you looked up at him, blinking a few times and making him look away, a hand over his face as he tried to control his facial expression.

"It's nothing." he almost bite his tongue.

"I was a bit scared at first, but I'm glad we're in this together." seriously, are you trying to provoke him? "Let's work together in the future as well." if you weren't leading him on then he doesn't know what this is.

The way you look at him, and how you smile. It wasn't your work smile, you were genuinely smiling at him, heck, even your eyes were smiling. If this wasn't you telling him how much you want him then he really went crazy.

He lowered his head, taking another look at your face before he kissed you. At first it was something simple, just his lips touching yours for a second before he backed away. But the way you looked at him made him get closer. Those eyes of yours, having something that looked like sparkles in them. A fire that never seems to calm down, the heat that made him fall for you in the first place. Who can blame him that he kissed you again? Trapping your body against the wall, making you to wrap your hands around him, welcoming him in your warmth even more.

He let out a moan, looking at you with something lustful in his eyes and a smirk on his face. He looked dangerous, like he finally let go of that prince charming facade, showing you what he actually is.

You looked surprised, like you actually never expected him to act like that. Did you really thought that he's usually that sweet? How cute. He could play with you for a little longer, show you what he's actually capable of.

He bite your lip, looking straight into your soul as his kisses traveled to your neck. He sucked on your skin, placing a soft kiss on it before he sinked his teeth into it, making you to let out a gasp. He needed to leave his mark on you, because who knows when else he could.

He couldn't stay away from your lips for long, and now he's back on devouring you, filling the back alley with the sounds you make. "Come home with me." he tried to say, not wanting to get away from you.

You didn't respond, not because you didn't heard him, because trust me when I say you heard him loud and clear. It was more about what will happen after that, and your moral code. You'd rather die than get involved with anyone in the industry, and yet look at you still refusing to let go of him.

"Y/N, you're here?" you could hear somebody on the other side of the door. It was your assistant, probably looking for you to go home.

"Let go." you quietly moaned into his mouth. The door open, making you to push him away, looking at your assistant who had no clue of what's going on. "Is the car ready?" you felt like you sobber up, it's like you didn't touched a single drop of alcohol.

"It just arrived." your assistant looked at the actor next to you and then at you, not knowing if they should walk away or take you to your car.

"Alright." you left him in that alley, not even looking back at him for a single moment.

He had that look again, he's about to do something you'd both regret, or more like you won't like it. Because if he's shameless enough to do it, do you think he'd actually feel a little bit of remorse?

The next day you woke up with hundreds of text and missed calls, and your head killing you. And when you looked at your phone all you could see is people sending you the same article.

Two big stars making out in the back of a bar. Is this the start of a romance story?

Huh? What are these people talking about? Curious, and having no idea why people were sending it to you, you clicked on it. And you were welcomed with your name all over it, alongside Gojo's.

All you can do is cry. How drunk were you last night? You have to apologize to your costar. How could you have been so stupid? You can't believe yourself for doing such a mistake.

"Do not believe everything you see" you posted something on your social media. Trying to calm down the crowd somehow. You have to talk to your team about this since you have absolutely no idea how to handle it. For the moment it it was better to deny it then resolve this issues with Gojo's team.

Speaking of the wolf, you haven't checked on his social media yet.

You went on his profile, and instead of trying to take control over the situation he was putting more wood on the fire.

"Since everybody knows we don't have to hide anymore" you looked at his post in disbelief.

"???" you comment. Looking at your screen in disbelief at the way he was liking comments about how the two of you looked good together.

"Hi :)" he replied to your comment, making you even more confused. Was this a strategy for the movie? I mean, it wasn't a bad idea since you are his character's love interest.

Perhaps this was all an elaborate scheme that you weren't aware of just yet. That thought made you calm down. The internet was doing otherwise.

There were people who were genuinely happy about this, talking about how they knew it. Hell, you got other stars talking about how they always seen your interactions and they knew something more was going on. The fact that you didn't seen a single hate comment made you put questions, but who knows. You might see them sooner or later.

From that moment on, you didn't had a single peaceful time on set. Now you have people acting like your a married couple when nothing was going on between you and Satoru. But he seemed fine, in fact, he looked happy with the way people are treating you now.

He left his mark on you and you didn't even knew it. It was fine, even if you didn't looked at him as a potential partner, yet. It was alright. There was more than enough time. There's no rush, especially when he knows how to get rid of competition. Just like he got rid of your assistant for interrupting you at the bar, he can get rid of everybody that dares to get in his business.

"You're free later?" he came to you when you were on set, making people start whispering between themselves and giggle.

"Not really." you looked tired, if he knew you'd end up like this without an assistant he would have got you another one first.

"If you ever need my help let me know, I'll help you with anything." he means it, even if he looks like he doesn't. He will walk through fire if you tell him to.

"I'm just looking for a new assistant, don't worry." people were speculating that the assistant was the one who leaked about your so called relationship, but it was far from the truth. But the fact that they refuses to talk to you was confusing, even if it was your assistant who did that, why would they suddenly quit and go no contact? And what was more confusing was the fact that the only text from them was a screenshot of what you posted. Don't believe everything you see. What does that means? Was somebody bullying them? Then why wouldn't they tell you?

Now you couldn't help but be hesitant about chosing a new assistant. What if they end up having the same fate? Some people can be really mean and you don't want anyone to suffer because of you.

So, for the next few days you refused to even talk about your current situation. Only having your manager by your side and not trusting anyone that got too close near you.

He haves a limit, you should know that. How much longer he should wait for you to finally notice him?

This only made someone jealous, and a little angry. You don't want his help, even after what happened at the bar, you act like there was nothing you should talk about.

You should have went to him, jump in his arms and cry about how your assistant left you. But no, instead you chose to overwork yourself, still be the same kind actress that people loved and still giving him no attention.

So, he wrote you a letter. It was nothing more than his current thoughts and about his not so healthy love that was masked as 'admiration'. Shoving into your bag when no one was looking.

You were still on set when you were reading the letter, thinking it was made by one of the staff who happened to be your fan. You didn't really payed too much mind about it, finding it cute and putting it back where you find it after you were done with it.

Did you liked it? Should he write another one? Or did he went too overboard?

Do not believe everything you see, those were your own words and yet you were ignoring them. That letter did made your day, thinking that maybe you're just overthinking about your current situation. There were bad people out there, but there were also good guys. Why were you letting one bad incident ruin your mood?

A few days later you appeared at the studio with an unknown person next to you, you finally got a assistant. And this time you're planning on doing better than you did last time. Or so you thought.

You woke up with another letter, the same handwriting and the same sweet words written on it. This time was more about you than your so called fan, about how you should take more care of your health, how you got people worrying about you. But unlike last time, this letter had a signature on it, an S, nothing more, just a simple symbol.

How cute, S for secret, right? You giggled.

Do not believe everything you see. Really, do not. But for a moment you allowed yourself to be delusional, to think that the world wasn't that bad. I mean, even if there was someone who didn't appreciate you, you still had millions of fans and there are a lot of people who supports you.

And you decided to be more humanitarian, to step up your game and follow your costar's lead. One time after everyone was done with work you announced that you want to take everyone out for drinks, your treat. No one was crazy enough to refuse, especially you.

So, you called a friend of yours who owned a restaurant, the food is great, plus they also had a bar. And off you were.

Just like last time, you ended up all alone in that place with your coworker, laughing at his silly jokes before you finally got up to pay for tonight's feast.

"Your back?" you asked, feeling someone behind you and thinking it was your assistant. But to your surprise, it wasn't. It was the white haired man who seemed drunk, and maybe he was from the few drinks he had that night.

He leaned into you, trapping you between the empty receptionist desk and him. He kept looking at you, eyes half open as he seemed to want to say something.

Your mind was wandering for a moment, moving your eyes on his full lips before looking up at him. Every sane person would have done that, I mean, he was eye catching even in that state.

"You're alright?" you sounded concerned, and for a moment he actually thought you cared about him. You looked around the empty room for a moment, looking for any other people in there, but for his assistant more specifically.

"Don't leave me." he got his face closer to your ear, whispering in a low voice, and placing his hands on either sides of your body, trying to get his body more closer to yours.

"Come." you tried to get on of his hands away, so you could move.

"Where?" he only got clingier.

"Let's sit down. I'll get you some water." the last thing you want to see is headlines with your name all over them, talking about taking advantage of him when he's such a state.

"Noo." he whined, resting his head against your shoulder. "Don't want to." you sighed, looking around the room once again, trying to see if anyone from his team is still there.

"I got the bill ready." the cashier came back, only to freeze in place and look at you and your costar hugging, or what it seemed like a hug.

"I'll pay for it as soon as my assistant comes back." you said, trying to act like you're not being suffocated by this mountain of a man. The poor girl ran back from where she came from, leaving you alone with Satoru again. You sighed, you could only sigh as you put a hand on his back, making him break character for a moment as he jolted under your touch. "You can be such a big baby sometimes." good thing that you can't see him, because he was grinning from ear to ear.

"What happened to you?" your assistant finally appeared, looking at the scene you two were putting.

"He's drunk." you said as you rubbed his back with one hand, the other resting on his side, to keep him in place from falling. "Have you seen his assistant?"

"Not since the director left." your assistant got their phone out. "I'll give them a call." you're so thankful that you overcame your fears, because you don't know what you would have done alone in a moment like this. "They turned their phone off." you looked at the man in your arms and shook your head, disappointed at how this turned out.

"Call his manager, or anyone from his team." maybe he was the one who needed a new assistant, not you.

"No one is answering their phone." you understand that it's late at night, but who could just leave a big movie star like Gojo out here without a single thought about it. "What do we do? There's a hotel nearby, we could get a room for him there." that wasn't a bad idea. However, neither you or your assistant would look good if you leave him there. I mean, someone will have to get in the hotel with this world famous actor, who's face is known by everybody. He clearly drunk, and there would 100% be someone who will post something online about it and you'll get backlash for it.

"Let's take him to my place." that was the only option you had left. He started rubbing his face against you when you said that, letting out a groan and letting more of his weight into you.

"You're sure about that?" your assistant asked, not sure how to respond to what you just said.

"He'll sleep in a guest room. It's better than a hotel." your imagine had to come first after all.

So, without any more words said, you took him to your car. Even if he was heavy, he was surprisingly easy to move around. Well, he did followed every single of your move voluntarily, refusing to let go of you in any way possible.

That until you got to your house, dragging him inside when your assistant left, and leading him to a room relatively far from yours.

You pushed him in bed, taking off his shoes and trying to get him comfortable in bed. You didn't even dared to get close to his clothes, just putting the blanket over him and then leaving him in there.

You didn't even thought of taking advantage of him, you just wanted him sleep peacefully, to keep him away from anyone who might do something bad to him. After all, you knew damn well the industry you're working in, they'll eat him like wolves if they get their hands on him.

You're just helping out, you don't expect anything in return. But what a surprise to wake up with him in your bed in the middle of the night. He was on top of you, looking at the way the moonlight hit your face, and somehow wanting to bathe in your scent.

You could feel his hot breath on you, and it made you woke up. You didn't looked scared, even if he looked like he wanted to do things you'd rather not think about, you stayed calm. "Why did you leave me?" was he still drunk, or perhaps he was pretending to be? He was a good actor after all, you wouldn't be surprised if this was one of his acts.

He doesn't understands you. If you were the one who jumped in his arms like that he would have devoured you alive. But even after he made sure he could get some time alone with you, you still didn't payed him attention, at all.

"Go to sleep." you looked unfazed, not even taking him seriously.

"Touch me." he was really going to lose his mind. He was serving himself on a plate to you, and you didn't even dared to take a bite.

"You're drunk." you'd always try to do the opposite of what he's saying.

"I'm not." you knew he was pretending from the start too, didn't you?

"That's what a drunk person would say." you were getting on his nerves.

In a moment of panic, he took your hand in his, kissing your palm, closing his eyes and looking desperate as he tried to show you how he's feeling. You didn't even bat an eye, looking at him expressionless and like you didn't believed a word be was saying.

"Why don't you like me?" he had to confront you, or else this will take him nowhere.

"It's not that." he got the wrong idea, but it wasn't your job to explain yourself when he only understands what he wants to understand.

"Then? Why do you keep avoiding me?" you shook your head.

"I want us to keep it professional." you're making him laugh.

"We weren't professional when we kissed." that's another story. "So you just used me and now you'll let me hanging like this?" he really didn't wanted to listen to you unless you said something he wants to hear. "Make it up to me." what a fucker. "I want something in return for what you did." he's talking like he didn't started it last time.

"What do you want me to do?" you really can't believe him and his stupid demands. This should have been a payback for last time. Taking care of him even if he wasn't your problem to begin with.

"Kiss me." he was waiting for your response. "Like you mean it." you just said you want to keep it professional, but it's like he didn't even heard it.

"Can't I do something else?"

"Post a picture of us." that was even worse. Who knows what people would say if you do that. You'd really be branded as his, and it was a pain in the ass to deal with it.

You grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him closer to you, giving him a kiss that he'd remember. A wet kiss that it filled the room with sound, and your tongue in his mouth dancing with his. You even wrapped your hands around his neck, making sure he doesn't back down and take back his words.

He moaned, his hands trying to get under your shirt to feel more of your skin. But you didn't let him to do anything because you ended the kiss, breathing heavily and looking at him a bit angrily. "What now?"

"Bite me." kissing wasn't enough, he wanted you to eat him. Bite him, devour him in any way you could so that way you could have a piece of him with you.

"I'm not-" he kissed you, this time pinning your hands above your head so he could explore you more freely. Every time you tried to say something he'd bite your lip, making you groan and continued to kiss you.

"Touch me." he moaned, finally getting his mouth away from yours so you could breath. He took his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room and taking one of your hands in his, placing it on his crotch so you could feel how hard he was. He looked at you, at the face you made and how you didn't looked happy to be in that situation.

"It's too soon." you still refuse to get involved with your coworkers? What does he haves to do to prove to you that he means every single word he's saying?

"Do you really not like me?" he wanted you to be at least a little interested in him. It was no fun if he's the only one with big feelings in there.

"It's not that." it's your moral code.

"Do you ever think of me?" you didn't respond to that, only looking down at your hands amd trying to avoid eye contact.

"I'm not ready." you finally open your mouth to say something. "If we do this then nothing will be the same. We still have work to do, I can't simply just do it." so it was because of work? He already knew that, but at least you didn't dislike him.

"I get it." he said, getting off you and sitting down in bed. "Just go to sleep."

"You can sleep here if you want, I'll go somewhere else." you tried to get out of bed, but he dragged you back.

"Just because we're not fucking that doesn't mean we can't sleep." he will not let this night go without doing something. And just being able to feel your body against his as he sleeps is more than enough. Trust me when I say that this will drive him crazy for many days from now on.

The way you stay in his arms, and how he's able to shield over you. You really have no idea what power you hold onto him.

Do you regret bringing him in? A little. You hate giving people false hope, and he seems to ignore all your signs of displeasure. He did grew up in this environment after all. Being rich and famous from a young age, he haves no idea how to react when people tells him no, he can't handle rejection. And it seems that he always got what he wanted.

He didn't had to put on an act if he wanted to be around you. You could be friends, if he wanted. But nothing more, you wouldn't dare to be something more than acquaintances. You just work together, and are signed under the same entertainment company. You were nothing more than cash cows. You were the biggest stars of your agency, and you seemed to be pushed under the spot light as much as possible. He must understand how you feel, no?

He in fact didn't. And unlike you, he had more control over his actions. You could even say that the agency was afraid of him. He did come from a big family of stars, he had so many connections that even he can't say for sure how much power he was holding. But it was no joke when someone says he's the strongest.

So how can you reject him like that? Leaving him alone in that bed without blinking twice. But perhaps it was for the best, because he could finally rearrange his thoughts and think of what he should do. Retreat wasn't an option, I mean, how could he step back when he basically was in paradise?

This place smells exactly like you, leaving a sweet taste on his tongue and making him salivate while bathing in your scent. Should he steal something? You shouldn't tell him twice, because he got up the bed and starting looking around the room. He should pick something small, that you wouldn't notice. And even if you do notice, what will you do? He's shameless, you'll only give him a reason to get off to later when he's alone.

He should get something practical, that would help him during hard times.

And that's when he saw it, your closet. Something in his perverted mind suddenly lit on, and he went straight for your panties. There's so many to choose from, so many colors and models. He wants to take all of them home, put them on display right at the entrance so he would be greeted by them every time he comes home. In the end he picked one of the prettiest pair you own, shoved it in his pocket and went back into your room.

He gained more than he expected. Perhaps he should play drunk more often.

He got his shirt back on and got out the room. You couldn't possibly just left him in there all alone. And he was right, because he found you in the kitchen, sitting peacefully and taking a sip of some unknown liquid from a cup. "You're up?" the way your voice was still husky, your hair messy and your shirt falling off your shoulder. You said you didn't wanted him and yet you're trying to seduce him, how does that come?

He didn't open his mouth, only getting closer to you and taking the cup away from your hand, drinking from it without a single worry of what it might be.

It was tea, not so sweet, still warm and somehow hitting just right. "If you wanted some you could have said so." you said, getting up and walking towards one of your cabinets, getting out another cup and pouring some tea in it. "Here."

"I'll drink from this." he preferred your half empty cup rather than a full one? What a weirdo.

"Do you want to eat anything? I still have some leftovers from yesterday. I also think I still have some jam left, we could eat it with toast." stop showing him your caring side. He really doesn't know for how much longer he can keep it like this. This moment felt too intimate, it felt like you two really hooked up last night, and it was messing with his head.

You take good care of him, don't you? Offering him some of the biggest clothes you own so no one would suspect a thing, giving him a ride back to the studio. And now acting like you don't even know him. Stop being so cute, it only makes him want to bite you.

"You're here today?" the director said, looking at the two of you who got there at the same time.

"Don't we need to be here for a costumes check?" you clearly remember your assistant telling you to come back and do a last minute fit check.

"It's tomorrow." the white haired man said, wrapping his arm around yours.

"Why didn't you told me?" he was enjoying this too much, all a smile as he was trying not to react at your expression.

"I thought you were taking me home." you didn't even knew where he lives.

"Just go, you love birds. You clearly have better places to be at." the director laughed, making you look in disbelief at him. Love birds? Who?

"Come on, let's go back." Satoru didn't let you say a thing and dragged you out of there.

All he needs to do at the moment is keep people away from approaching you. And it's not hard, at all. Just standing next to you, flash a smile and say something that could be interpreted in wrong ways. He doesn't even need to try to make people run.

"Seriously, why didn't you tell me?" you said when you got back to your car. "Now I look stupid." you looked so gloomy, he was going to eat the pout of yours.

"I thought you knew." he'll get you even more confused about things if it means he'll see you like this. It gave him a false sense of security, like you were finally accepting him.

You sighed, not wanting to let out your anger on him. "Let me drive you home." it would be bad if more people sees you together. And at this point you don't trust anyone to come near your home to get him.

What a joke.

The next day you woke up with people blowing your phone again, and another article of your name next to his, talking about everything you did in public. Your interactions at the bar, how he was spotted at your house where he didn't left until the next morning, and about how you always look lovey dovey at the sets.

The filming progress just started and yet there were already rumors all over the internet about how you two would end up being more than just coworkers by the end of that movie.

Who keeps writing this? Seriously, it was getting on your nerves. And the fact that Satoru kept feeding delusions to the fans wasn't helping.

All this hype around the movie wasn't supposed to be only about you two, the main cast. It was supposed to be about all the production. The set, the visuals, the acting and the script, everyone's hard work. You should have turned down the offer as soon as you heard who your costar would be. But you didn't see any of these coming, so who can you blame?

Things only seems to get worse, because when you stared filming again, you got assigned with a new task.

"So, we're filming what were doing behind the scenes?" you asked, looking at the small camera that one of your coworkers was holding and then at them.

"The director said it would be fun. Giving people a little preview of what's going on." well, it didn't sounded that bad. People seems to enjoy behind the scenes footage in general, letting them see a bit of the actors lifes.

"I see." if the director said so, then you guess you don't really have a saying in this.

"We started already?" the white haired man appeared next to you out of nowhere, resting a hand on your head and leaning into you.

"Satoru, say hi to the camera." the actor said, moving the device to his face.

"Oh right, Y/N." there was a hint of his evil plan in his voice, already knowing you'd be pissed with him. "Are my clothes still at your place? I think I forgot them there." you really couldn't control your expression in that moment, looking at him like he killed somebody.

"What?" your voice was shaking, still not over the fact that he would say something like that in this situation. "Why would they be at my house?"

"I changed there last time. I think I left the clothes on the couch before we left."

"Ohh~" the other actor said, making you to look at them, somehow begging them to not get the wrong idea. "I see you're busy. I'll let you be, I won't interact."

"No, wait. It's not what it seems." it was already too late. "Why would you say that?" because he knew the director loves drama, and this would end up being published sooner or later. He was killing two birds with one stone. Doing a favor for the movie's publicity and showing the world that he already been in places some wouldn't even dare of dreaming of.

"People love things like these." he wrapped his hands around you, resting his chin on your head. "Hug me, the camera is in our direction." if it was or not, he couldn't care less. He just wanted to feel your touch in that moment.

It only got worse and worse the moment you started filming the sex scenes. The scenes were like a reflection of your own actions in real life, because everything started with a drunk kiss at a bar. Then ending up in his apartment where you were eating each other in the hallway.

It was supposed to be acting, the kisses didn't even needed to be real and yet he's not even holding back, touching you in all kind of inappropriate places, groping you shamelessly like there aren't cameras all over the place.

He pinned you against the sturdiest wall in there, making you wrap your legs around him as he kept biting and kissing you all over the place. At this point, you don't think the editors would need any sonds effects for your scenes. Because you realized how filthy those sounds were, and loud. Every time you kissed it was echoing in that empty place, the small setting that was supposed to represent a house wouldn't be enough to muffle the sounds.

He bite your lip when he realized your head was in a complete another place. How dare you ignore him in moments like these. You couldn't run even if you wanted, because you'd have to come back to him and film everything from the start. Or perhaps he could make you screw up on purpose, to retake this scene so he could touch you even more.

"Wait." you tried to stop him when you felt his hand under your shirt, trying to unclip your bra.

"What?" he said out of breath, taking his lips away from you for a moment so he could look at you.

"Let-" you looked away, too embarrassed at the way he was looking at you, his pupils were dilated and he looked like he would really put his dick in you if it wasn't for all these people in there. "Let me do it." his lips were back on yours while his hands were trying to take your clothes off.

Both of your clothes were all over the place, and you know it would be a pain in the ass to pick them after. He was too focused on this, the way he looked like he couldn't see anyone but you, like you were really alone in his house.

That's the beauty of acting, no? How some could get so focused on the plot, acting like their character is supposed to and forgetting about the outside world. But he wasn't acting in that moment. Maybe you were, but he taking this very personally. And the fact that you were holding back moans, refusing to touch him more than necessary and trying to stay in your character was infuriating him. It wasn't his character that makes you feel good, it was him.

He ended up throwing you in the bed a little harder than he intended, his touch becoming rougher and his kisses even wetter than before.

Good god, it's good that the scene ended soon after you two got to the bed, or else you would have lost it. You're already soaking wet, you have no idea what you would have done if this kept going for too long.

The scene was perfect, as much as you're embarrassed about it, it was pure perfection. Not a single time did the director called cut, you didn't had to retake the same scene from another angle. Nothing was said about your so called acting besides that you were in complete sync.

He's taking revenge on you, isn't he? Because even now after you finished your scenes for today, he looked at you with the same hungry eyes. And you swear you didn't mean it, but it made your pussy clench.

You gave him a quick look, squeezing your thighs together for a moment when he looked back at you.

It was something that he never saw before, the way you act. That expression on your face, pouting and looking at him with this thing in your eyes that made him want to drag you somewhere far away from people. You needed him, didn't you? And he was going to help you if you asked him to. Because if he got you in that state, then he also had to resolve your problem.

But you didn't spoke to him, you just looked at him all needy for a moment, like you wanted his touch back on you and then left, leaving him with the worst bonner he ever got in his life. This, only to come back a few days later for your next scenes.

You were driving him insane. And there aren't enough interactions in the movie to take out his frustration on you. There are too little scenes, and sometimes he had to improvise when he was getting too lost in his feelings. A few kisses here and there, just a quick peak when you were in the background to give more life to the movie.

But you still didn't said a thing, acting like this was all part of the script, like you were payed to do so.

So can you blame him when he wrote you another letter again? This time more aggressive than the previous times. Talking about how you got him feeling, how he craves for your touch and it drives him insane the way you seem not to care. Give him attention, or act like you acknowledge him. And this time he left the paper in your dressing room, placed under one of your stuff where he knows you'll know it was meant for you.

Too bad he couldn't see your reaction when you read the letter, but he realized you weren't too happy about it. It got you acting paranoid again, he could see it in your eyes, your body language. How you need to have a bit of distance from anyone that tries to come too close to you, and how you seem not to trust people anymore.

It was just a letter, he didn't even wrote everything down. No, in fact, he held back a lot. Because if he did wrote his mind you would refuse to come back into the movie set ever again.

But that's your charm, I guess. How you don't hide your feelings, and how you try to not make it obviously that you're displeased with things even if it's written all over your face. You're a good actress, a very good one, and yet you don't act unless you're required to. You were the opposite of him, where he always haves a mask on, the same business smile as you. But unlike you, he doesn't mean an thing, this friendly facade.

You were genuinely a sweetheart, while he only acted as he sees fit. And in this moment he's so close on fucking everything up just to toy with you. Because he's at his limits.

It was time for another suggestive scene, the set being filled with less people than usually. The lowlights, the atmosphere and everything in there was a bit suffocating. But maybe because of how much you overworked yourself these days.

"Do you think the plan will work?" you asked, sitting on his couch and looking at the coffee table that was placed there by the staff members.

"Do we have any other option?" he said his line in a serious tone, his character was supposed to be stressed from all the unfortunate events that happened lately, but it seems that he too is stress. Well, everybody been working overtime lately, but the sooner you were done with this movie the sooner you could move on with your life.

"I wish we could resolved this peacefully, I'm tired of fighting." you sighed, looking at your fingers for a moment and then at him who was resting not so far from you on the couch.

"Come here." he pat his lap, his back resting against the couch and he didn't even wanted to move an inch from there. He was improvising again, he was supposed to get up and drag about bottle of alcohol into this.

You followed his instructions, not wanting to pretend to be drunk again, and somehow not wanting to act in that moment too. If he haves a better idea for this scene then you'll follow his lead.

So, you sat on his lap, legs spread on either sides of him and wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands resting on your hips, moving towards your ass as he grabbed you and dragged you closer to him, your chest pressed against his as he placed you over his hard cock. You could feel him through his pants, and for a moment you stopped functioning, not knowing how to react to this.

"Well figure it out." he kissed you, his hands going under your shirt to make contact with your burning skin.

The kiss was so sloppy, both of you too tired to figure out a pace you should go at. Just touching, getting lost in the way your bodies seem to welcome each other openly. For a moment even forgetting where you actually are at the moment, and if the director wouldn't have said cut, you could have definitely escalated things.

What was going on in your mind? How could you let yourself so carefree? If you was just a bit more tired and at a state where you couldn't think properly, you would have definitely dragged him to your changing room and fucked him there.

And you woke up with another letter, even worse than last time. Talking about how your body looks, how he wants to get his hands on you, how you turn him on in the worst way possible.

The more you ignored those letters, the more they came. It got so bad, describing his fantasies, the way you appear in his dreams to haunt him like he wasn't haunting you right now. You had no idea who the sender was, because sometimes the letters would be sign as S, sometimes they would just be filled with nothing but filthy words and no signature. But you knew it was the same person from their handwriting.

You'd always wake up with them in places where there aren't many people allowed. And no matter how hard you're thinking about, you can't figure who it was. There were no cameras in this side of the studio, so you couldn't even see who was tormenting you.

"Why don't we go drinking tonight?" the director said one time before you were almost done with work fot that day. "We're almost done with filming, lets celebrate." after all these stressful days, you could use a drink.

It will be quick, go there, have a chat with a few people, have a drink and then go home. But just like last time, one drink turned into too many and you ended up in a corner of the bar with your costar who seemed to feed you even more alcohol.

He had his chin resting against his palm, looking at you with a smile on his face as he kept pouring more of that bitter liquor into your glass. "I can't drink no more." you couldn't even speak properly, hiccuping and moving left to right, like you were about to fall off your chair.

"One more won't hurt." the bar was still filled with people, so he had to keep himself in place.

"I got the car ready." your assistant came to your table looking at you and then at the white haired man. "I have to take her home, she's already too drunk." maybe he should get rid of this one too. It seems that all your assistants like to get in between his plans.

But perhaps he got a better idea. He took your glass, gulping down everything that was in it in a second before he tried to get you to the car. "Give me a ride too." he got in the backseat of your car, pretending to fall asleep after some time.

Your assistant tried to call anyone related to him, to come pick him up from your house because he seems too drunk to even stand on his own feet. But since no one was answering, they had no choice but to get him in your house, leaving him on the couch before they left.

It was always easy, so damn easy. He couldn't help but laugh. Drunk, him? He never got drunk in his life. Alcohol seems to have no effect on him.

He made his way to your room, getting next to the bed and looking at you sleeping. How dare you be so at peace when he's there? You were panicking all over the place last time he wrote you a letter, crying and refusing to talk to anybody if it wasn't for work. And now you act like you forgot about it.

He stood in place, looking down at you with an expressionless face as he can't think of anything at the moment. He got this far, so what? He could scare you more, give you a reason to hate him but at the same time all he wants to do is stand there all night and look at you.

He took his phone out, taking a quick picture of you before he put it back in his pocket.

He sat down at the edge of the bed, not far from where you're sleeping, looking out the window and then back at you. You had quite a nice view, no wonder you always seem to be in a hurry to come home.

Should he do something mean? Leave another letter in your home to see your reaction the next day. He could put it in one of your pockets and act like he doesn't remember anything besides going to the bar to drink. Maybe even leave the front door open and say some shit about hearing something while he was asleep.

But before he could think of anything more, you extend a hand, grabbing him by his shirt and trying to drag him closer. Like before, he just stood in place, looking down at you who seemed to pull harder. Were you mistaking him for the blanket or something? Unfortunately for you, he won't take off his clothes until you do so.

"Mm." you groaned, opening your eyes to look at the white haired man confused. "Ah.." you rubbed your forehead. "Fuck." that was the first time he heard you swear. "Come here." were you still sleeping? Because he doubts you'd react that lightly to him being there. But you were calling for him, and he wouldn't dare to say no to you. So he got in that bed, getting all cozy next to you and waiting for your next move.

For a moment you just touched him, moving your hand on his face, trying to feel something before it went lower on his body. He stood there, observing your clumsy actions and letting you do whatever you wanted with him. Your hands kept wandering, from his chest to his abs under his shirt, and now you were tugging at his pants, trying to see what you didn't got to see until now.

You were funny, the way you looked surprised whenever you discovered something new about him. "Don't do that." he said when you kept trying to get your hands in his pants.

"I want to see it." you pout, looking at him for a moment before you moved his shirt out the way, exposing his lower abdomen. "If you're as big as it feels." his heart skipped a beat, he couldn't help but cover his face with his hands. Do whatever you want, he'll hold back so you can explore as much as you want. "Ohh!" seriously, he can't even look at you when you make those faces. He was biting his lips so hard, he's afraid he might moan before you even touch him. "Why are you so big? Look at the size." his cock twitched, making you let out another surprised sound.

"Touch it." he said between his teeth, looking at you between his fingers and at what you're doing.

Your eyes moved on his, a serious expression on your face before your eyes went back to his dick. Can you even fit something like this inside you? The size was just ridiculous, but that didn't stopped you from touching it. Moving your hand around and studying like it was the first time seeing a cock.

He was bucking his hips forward in your hand, breathing heavily as he tried to keep himself from touching you. This was the first time you ever showed interest in him, he can't just fuck this up.

"How does it feel?" you asked, looking at the way he throws his head backwards, his chest rising and falling down.

Good, it feels so fucking good. He might go crazy from how soft your hand was. He moaned, not even being able to let out words, or think of a way to respond to you.

"I want that too." you took your hand away, making him to finally look at you as you took your clothes off. Now sitting on top of him, taking his cock back in your hand and trying to take him inside your pussy. But it didn't matter how much you're trying, it was impossible to get at least his head. It hurts, the more you try the more frustrated you became. "It doesn't fit." his dick twitched again. You're killing him, you're saying stuff he didn't imagine you to say, and it was killing him inside.

"I'll make it fit." he pushed you off him, pinning you down into the bed as he got in between your legs, placing kisses on your body as he went lower and lower, until he got to your pussy.

He loved the way you taste, it was better than he imagined. So much fucking better. It was no wander he was trying to devour you, I mean, who knows when he's going to do this again. So he might as well do it until he memorizes your taste.

Your hands went through his hair, tugging at it lightly as you let out soft moans, even cursing under your breath from time to time, letting him know how good you were feeling.

He pulled a few orgasms out of you, loving way too much the way your thighs wrapped around him, or how you're trembling, looking at him with teary eyes and you only seem to want more.

He'll give you more, he'll give you as much as you ask for, fuck, even more. He'll make sure to make you fit him, prepare you so good that you could only fit his cock from now on. He'll give you a reason to keep going back to him.

He got up from between your legs, sitting next to you as he got his hand back to your pussy, slowly pushing two fingers inside and making you gasp. "Is it good?" he whispered in your ear, feeling the way you clench around him. All you did was to nod, looking at him with big doe eyes and leaning more into him, to feel more of his warmth.

"Deeper." you said when he didn't went more than halfway through, moving his fingers at a slow pace that it left you hanging, almost giving you no friction whatsoever.

He kissed you quickly before moving his eyes back on your pussy, resting his cheek against your head. Be careful what you're wishing for, he'll go so deep that you'd feel him in places you never knew existed. It's already hard to hold back, but if you keep provoking him he might let his mind slip for a moment.

So, doing just as you asked him to, he got deeper, curling his fingers upwards and making you squirm. He kissed you again, this time taking no break as he kept bullying your insides, making your walls get tighter around him. How is he going to live without this? How can he go back home and act like everything is normal after this? That's why he couldn't help but move faster, in a irregular pace as he kept stopping from time to time only to go rougher. So you wouldn't get too used to him.

You were a moaning mess, and he seems to only want you to lose your mind, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, kissing you as he made you turn around so he could do it from another position. He wants to go even deeper, to get back at your words, for requesting unnecessary things when he was going to give you what you wanted anyway.

"One more, come on baby. Give me one more." for how much longer is he going to say that? He's starting to get on your nerves at this point. But in the end, he finally took his fingers out of you. Dragging you closer to him so your back could be pressed against his chest, one of his arms under you head as he kept your hair away from your face, so he could be able to look at you. "You'll fit me now." he whispered in your ear, dragging your hips back and grabbing one of your legs, spreading them apart as he start whispering more filthy words in your ear. "Look at how you're taking me in." he said, waiting for you to say something, but to his surprise, you're long gone into the dream world. Sleeping soundlessly in his arms, like you forgot that he was even there.

He can't believe this. You actually fell asleep. You really dared to fall asleep and leave him there after you dragged him in your bed. The audacity you had. He's going to make sure to give you a hard time tomorrow for this. So, he too fell asleep next to you. A bit hard to do so, but he managed somehow.

The next day you woke up with your head killing you. You shouldn't have drank that much, how could you have been so dumb.

You were about to turn around when you realized that someone was in your bed, a pair of muscular arms around you, and someone breathing into the back of your neck. Your heart stopped working, you froze in place as you saw your soul leaving.

"Morning." a masculine voice could be heard from behind you, and you feared that you knew exactly who it was. He pressed his body into yours, letting you know you were both naked, and feeling his hard cock pressed against your back.

You wanted to cry, you wanted to run from there and not look back for a single moment. How could you have been so stupid, how could you just do that. Just how drunk did you got?

"Don't tell me you're planning on running away." he whispered into your ear, making you flinch. "You dragged me into your bed, put your hands all over me and now you're going to leave me after you used me as you pleased? I had no idea you were that type of person." you whined, because that's all you could do in that moment. What other explanation do you have?

"I can explain." he pressed his cock into you harder, making you yelp.

"Oh yeah?" one of his hands traveled on your body, now going up towards your boobs, making you gasp when he groped one. "You kept me up all night." you cried at his words. "Don't you remember the way you got on top of me? Trying to get my cock inside then crying about how big it is." you closed your eyes shut, trying not to let out another whine from remembering what happened last night.

"I'm sorry.." what else could you say besides that?

"You weren't sorry when you were telling me to go deeper." his hand went down your body, wanting to go in between your legs to spread them again, but you jumped out of bed.

"I'm sorry, alright. I have no idea what got into me last night." you were really planning on running? Don't make him laugh.

"So you really just used me then, huh?" he stood there, in your bed. Half his body being covered by the blanket while the other was all naked, his skin exposed to you and he didn't seemed to me ashamed at all by what happened.

But if you think about it, he was the one who got a bottle of a really strong liquor and dragged you to the corner of the bar, making you have a glass with him. "It's your fault too." his eyes wided, looking at you like he didn't expected to hear that. "I might have dragged you in my bed, but if you didn't liked it you wouldn't have stayed." he smiled, finally letting his mask drop as his body language suddenly changed. He looked more relaxed, a smirk on his face as he uncovered more of his body.

"Come here. Let's continue from where we were." you moved you eyes away from him, not daring to look in his direction as you could see his cock. "Don't be shy now. You weren't last night, so why should you be now?" you're not going to listen to his nonsense anymore. "You don't want me anymore? How sad." he looked at the way you were going to your closet. "I still want you though." you ignored him as you went to get dressed. But you couldn't even do that in peace because he got behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and resting his chin against your head. "You should wear that, it looks good on you." he pointed at some dress you had in there.

"I'm not going anywhere today." you want to be comfortable, not dress up for nothing.

"Then wear nothing. I like it when you have nothing on." you could feel that, since he made it sure to let you know he was still as hard as before.

"Here." you said as you picked some clothes that were clearly too big to be on your size. "You can wear this." now that's he's thinking about it, something doesn't add up.

"Why do you have male clothes in your closet?" who else wore these? And you dared to give them to him like it was nothing too.

"I like buying them since they're comfortable." oh, that was an option too. Why didn't he thought of that? I mean, it's been quite a while since you last been in a relationship, and he knows that since he always knows what you're doing. What if he's not paying attention to you one time and you get married? He can't possibly let you do that. That empty spot in your bed was reserved to him. "We needed to talk." you said after you got dressed, getting out your closet and walking outside your room.

"About what?" he knows this moment. You always make people sign an NDA before you get into a anything deeper. But what he doesn't like about your relationships is that it's almost never too intimate, you just go out, eat, spend some time together and then that's it. Did one of those fuckers left you disappointed and now you're avoiding contact with other people? How sad. But well, since you have him now you don't have to think about that anymore. He'll get you drunk on his dick, and he'll make sure you only have eyes for him.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know if we can continue this." huh? That wasn't what you were supposed to say. "We still have to film the movie, and then the promotions. I don't want anything awkward between us."

"What about after?" you didn't said a thing, only looking down at your feet before looking at him. "So you did play with me, huh?" perhaps this was your revenge for making you feel weak. He can't believe you actually knew of his doings and you didn't said a thing.

"If you still feel the same after everything is done.." huh? What did you just said? You were actually going to give him a chance? The NDA still sounded better, and he'll sign it in a blink of an eye if you do hit him with one.

He thought that something would change, that you'd be more open to him. But no, you were still as distant as ever.

You were playing with him, weren't you? You were just playing dumb because you knew how he actually was feeling. Well, he too can tournament you. From that day onward he kept writing you everyday, placing the letters in really inconvenient places and watching your reaction from not that afar if he could.

He made sure to not let you rest a single moment while you were on the set. It did not lasted for long whatsoever, because the filming soon ended and the film was sent to editing, giving everybody a break until the promotions starts.

You skipped the party, lying about how you got a cold and you didn't want anyone else to catch it, so you stayed at home.

You still remember the day the trailer was published, the way your phone was blowing and how you didn't dared to even look at it that day. But when you did turned it on, everything was worse than you imagined.

The trailer opened with a scene of the city, then it got to the point of where the conflict started, and as you watched more, the more scenes from the movie were put in, the fighting, the peaceful times, and it ended with you and Satoru kissing against a wall. A big long scenes of just the two of you almost fucking in there, and you couldn't be more embarrassed.

The comments? You could smell them from a mile away. You could hear screamings and whistles, like you knew exactly what people were talking about. And you were right because when you opened that section you were met with people talking about you and your costar rather than the trailer itself.

"Was the last scenes necessary?" a comment said, and you couldn't agree more to it. But the replies under it said otherwise.

Your social medias? Filled with people purring about you and Gojo. And he seemed to enjoy this as he kept liking comments about the two of you. And now people were officially calling him your husband. He was the one demanding to be called yours, not the other way. Because you weren't his property, he was yours.

You tried to get out the house in god knows how many days, finally going to the agency to talk to your manager about the situation. Can't you calm it down somehow? And the answer was no. The media was responding so positively about this, you couldn't just say something about it when you were put in such a good light. I mean, look, there were so many people requesting for you appearance than any other times before. Your team was busy responding to phone calls and emails for you.

So many people wanted you in their movies, because if they get you they also get Gojo. Since he apparently, you have no idea when, said that he won't act in a movie unless you're there. And if you accepted a role, then they automatically get Satoru too. Killing two birds with one stone. Having two of the most hot actors, who happened to be a so called power couple, acting in their movie was a free pass to the most sold movie of the year.

But you didn't even looked at those offers, no matter how good they were. You don't want to get involved with him anymore, he was only going to bring you problems.

Instead of accepting any offers, you decide to make a quick appearance on some big show that only asked for you to participate. The first thing you heard today that didn't involved Gojo's name into it.

You were so happy to go there, all a smile and stress free knowing that you don't have to get involved with that guy any time soon.

Did you really think that it was going to be that easy? You just got there on the set and you were met with one of the questions you were trying to avoid.

"First of all, I'm a big fan." the host said when you sat down on the couch. "But I don't really wanna say much so your boyfriend won't get jealous." you awkwardly laughed. "How is he, btw?" you had no idea what to say.

"You know." you said, biting your lip and trying to think of an excuse. "We both been busy." you don't even know in what county is he right now.

"I'm sure you are." the interview went on, moving to other discussions and you managed to forget about the white haired man for a moment. "Hold on a second." the host said as they talked to a staff member. "So, um, I was informed about something. And, Y/N, we actually have a gift for you?" how sweet, you thought. Only to be welcomed with your costar on the set, making the audience clap. "What a surprise, right?" you smiled, putting on your same old business smile on as you tried to keep your composure.

"I was nearby and I was thinking why not paying a visit." he lied as he got closer to the couch.

"It's always nice to have you here." the host said. "Please sit down, I actually wanted to ask about the new movie you two played in."

"I'd love to but I'm kinda in a hurry." he leaned down towards you, placing a quick kiss on your cheek and messing with your hair for a moment. "You two have fun." he said as he got away from you. "I have to go now. I wasn't even supposed to stop to begin with." he waved as he left, making the audience sound way too happy about this.

"Relax, no need to be shy." the host said, looking at your expression. "We already saw the trailer, it's nothing we haven't seen already." you wanted to cry. "So, about the movie. Does it have more of those scenes or were we deceived with the trailer?" you'll make sure to pick a written interview next.

"I'm not really sure if I should talk about it.." you tried to change the subject.

"It's not like you're spoiling the movie for us. We're curious about you and your partner." and that's what you don't like.

"Well.." everybody's eyes were on you. "Let's just say that you'll see more." that was enough to make the crowd go crazy.

Because of that guy now you can't even deny that you two aren't together anymore.

You would have been alright with all of this if the nothing happened between the two of you, and if Gojo felt the same way as you. But he seemed to push the idea of something happening between the two of you to the public. It was driving you crazy because you didn't know how to react. You always told yourself that you won't get involved with anyone from the industry, that you'll make a few more movies and then retire, find someone simple and live an almost normal life.

But instead you're here, stuck with media actually approving of this non existent relationship.

You have to talk to Satoru next time you see him. But you never really got the chance to do that in private when the promotions started.

Interview after interview and it only looked like you were surrounded by more and more people. And he didn't wanted to talk to you when you tried to pull him aside, talking about how people will think something inappropriate about the two of you when he was the one who was saying stupid things in front of the camera.

Now it was the premiere, having to stay arm in arm with him the whole time. And he doesn't hold back even for a moment, letting his hands roam around your body and making the crowd go insane.

"Let's talk." you whispered to him, making him lower his head so he could hear you.

"What about?" he was playing dumb, he already knew what you wanted to say.

"Do you have some time later?" you said as you wrapped your arm around his, following his lead as he was guiding you around the red carpet.

"Who knows." he said that, but at the after party you managed to trap him in a corner not allowing him to go away before he had a talk with you. "There are people watching." a smile on his face as he said that, looking at your angry face as you had him pinned to the wall.

"I don't care. You're going to run again." look at how the roles switched. He had no idea you would actually try to confront him.

"Then." he wrapped his arms around you, looking down at you and grinning from ear to ear. "What do you want to talk about."

"People are thinking that we really are in a relationship." your current position wasn't any better either. People were giving you looks like you were being perverts in public.

"They are?" why was he acting shocked when he was the one feeding that idea to others.

"We don't have to pretend anymore." you said, but that only made him to drag you closer.

"You said you'd give me a chance after we're done with the movie." you said a lot of things that you didn't mean, why was this any different.

"I just said that I don't want people to think we're in a relationship. What do you not get?" snap at him more, he can't be any happier than he's at that moment. He leaned down, his face getting closer to yours and placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Keep your promises, don't disappoint me." you huffed, turning your face in another direction only for him to turn it back towards him and kiss you on your lips. "Let's get out of here. It started to get boring anyway." why did you listen to him was a mystery, why you followed him to his car and back to his house was something you couldn't figure it out. And how you ended up in his bed? You can't really respond to that either.

He was kissing you, hands under your clothes and trying to get them off as fast as he could. Moaning into your mouth whenever you touched him, pushing his body into yours and trying to become one with you in a way or another.

How could you think that you could leave him? What would he do if he doesn't have you? What is he supposed to do from now on if he can't think about you 24/7? To even dare to think about abandoning him, he's going to punish you for this.

"Turn around." that stupid dress was in his way, he can't believe your stylist really made you wear this. What if there are fuckers out there who still dares to look at you even after he made it very clearly who you belong to.

Well, whatever. He'll make sure to get rid of that stylist of yours. Not a big problem.

He kissed your back as your skin became exposed to him. With a swift movement taking your panties off and throwing them somewhere easy to spot, to not forget to take them later.

You had to tell him to take his clothes off so you could catch a break, otherwise he would have took you there from how impatient he was.

You just stood there, at the edge of his bed, one leg over the other and looking at him trying to take off his tie faster. He really had to wear a fucking suit, now look at him, he was about to rip it off him. And look at you, you look so calm about this, enjoying seeing him struggle while he was losing his mind. "Undress me." he looked down at you, taking a few steps closer to you, and taking your hand in his and placing over his white shirt to unbutton it.

You might as well do it, you don't see why not. But the problem was him and his stubbornness. Kissing you, almost pushing you in bed while you were just trying to do as he said. It took a long time, and the task seemed to never end, but here you were now, with him on top of you and making you wrap your legs around him. No fancy party could make him miss this, in fact he couldn't even care about that damn premiere to begin with.

His hands were traveling on your body, touching you in some of his favorite places. You were so warm, he couldn't help himself. How you gasp whenever he's groping you, dragging you closer to him so he could feel you even closer, even if there was no more space left between the two of you.

"Put it in already." you demanded, but he wasn't going to just give it to you yet. What if you struggle like last time? He can't let you say such dirty words again or you might not be able to walk at all tomorrow.

"There's no rush." you can act as cute as you want, he's going to take his time with you. After all, you need to see how good he can treat you, make you feel so good that all you'll remember is his name. He kissed your forehead before he moved his eyes on his hand that was going in between your legs. "Look how wet you are." you were a bit embarrassed about it. "And you said that you don't want me." your body can be more honest sometimes, and he'll love to learn more about it.

He got some of your juices on his fingers, moving it around your clit to see the way your body tensed immediately. Weren't you a needy one? He kissed the side of your face before pushing two of his fingers in, paying attention to the face you were making and at the way you were sucking him in.

He moved his hand at a relatively slow pace, it was more about to make you feel the way you're taking him, how deep his fingers can go compared to yours, or anybody else. You can only feel like this because of him. See the way you're still so tight? That's because he wasn't there to stretch you out the way you needed.

"Keep your eyes open, alright baby?" he spoke to you in a baby voice, making you feel like he was mocking you. "Don't hide from me." can't he just fuck you already? Why was he playing around so much.

You did tried to do as he said, keeping your eyes open and trying to avoid eye contact with him because it made your pissy clench. This was so embarrassing, the way he was taking his sweet time and giving you almost no friction at all, and how he seems to enjoy this. Like torturing you was bringing him pleasure.

He didn't let you say a word and smashed his lips against yours, placing his palm against your clit as he finally started to move like he means it. Curling his fingers up so hard it got you squirming and letting out a few moans. And you never seem to stay in place, moving around and arching your back every time he was hitting something that makes you see stars.

You were a mess, the way you were so wet that your juices got on his bedsheets, and the noises your body makes were so obscene and loud it was hard to ignore.

He noticed the way you look at him, pleading for some mercy like you were at your limit about to break. But there was so much more in you, one orgasm wasn't going to stop him from giving you another. And he swears on his name the next one will be even mind blowing.

That's when he took his hand back to himself, making you sit more comfortably in bed before he positioned back in between your legs. This time he'll make sure you'll stay awake and take all of him, there was no other way.

You looked at his face and then at his cock, at the way he had his head at your entrance, almost pushing it in. You'll take him? Like, you're really going to fit him? "You can do it." he said when he finally pushed some of his cock in. "Fuck." he cursed under his breath. "I know you can do it." he let out a moan, throwing his head back for a moment before moving his eyes back on you. Your eyebrows furrowed, eyes closed and the cutest pout you ever showed him. It was like you really had a death wish, to fuck with his feelings like this and making his dick twitch. If he couldn't control himself any better he would had came right there on the spot. "Too much?" he said as he kept pushing his cock all the way in, making you nod as your words were stuck in your throat. "That's too bad."

You won't see any sympathy from him. Does he even knows what that means to begin with? You're too delicious, and the fact that he could pull even more expressions out of you made him push you over your limits.

So here he was, moving in and out of you way slower than he wants, rubbing your clit with his thumb and observing you like the pervert he is. He was salivating, drooling over your weak form as you showed him your off guard self. His cock twitching every time you let out a moan, and making you jolt at the sensation.

"Does it hurt?" he asked as he kept looking down at you, moving his hips in the same old motion. You nodded again, eyes still closed and biting your lip because of how he made you feel. He'll make it hurt even more, don't think that you can rest yet just because he's going easy on you. Fuck, he wants to sink his teeth into you so bad, leave marks all over your body as he rams his cock in and out of you.

But then you looked at him, big teary doe eyes that had him seeing a flash before him. He almost came, like, he almost cum just because you looked at him. If you want him to keep it together you have to talk some sense into him, because he doesn't think he can recover from that.

"You can move." no, don't give him a green light. Torment him more, play with his feeling and edge him till he's losing his damn mind. Don't be so sweet to him, he'll end up locking you up if you do that.

He pressed his chest against yours, his mouth finding yours as he started kissing you like the most starved man on earth. He moved his hips without a warning, slamming into you like you were his toy, and yet demanding for your touch. He was pushing himself into you, trying to steal the air away from your lungs as he seemed more desperate with each thrust.

He was looking into your eyes, waiting for you to snap at him and push him off, or tell him that's he's being too rough so he could stop being so delusional. But you didn't, only dragging him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him just as needy as he was, both of you being a moaning mess. And not letting go of each other even after you came, wanting to feel even more. To cum again and again, and to be filled by him to the brim, even if you knew that would bring you some serious problems later when you finally come back to your senses.

The next day you woke up with a sore body, your skin aching all over the place, and barely being able to get up the bed.

That didn't stopped you from getting dressed with some clothes you found around the room, what you can only assume it was his since they were way too big.

You got out the room, in hope to find your phone or maybe the white haired man so he could get you back home. And now you were in the living room, looking around for your things. Instead finding a letter, that seemed way too familiar.

That handwriting, you could recognize it everywhere. And that damn signature, the fucking S.

It was one of the letters he didn't managed to 'give' it to you yet. And honestly, you don't know if you should be relieved or terrified because this one was worse than anything before.

You turned around, paper still in your hand and looking at the tall guy who had his back pressed against the wall. He was expressionless, no thoughts behind his head as he seemed to stare at you like he was looking into the void.

It was him, that damn son of a bitch. He played with you all this time and you had no idea.

"I made you breakfast." he said, not every caring if you found out about his doings or not. "Come while it's still hot." he let out a laugh at your expression. You never hold back, do you? Can you at least try to not look like your about to kill him?

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Cheater

@sirhusk Success! This one was really interesting to write actually, I didn’t think Pentious would be so fun to mess around with vocabulary wise. The beginning was a little rough but I think I got the character down at the end. I didn’t want to keep you waiting too long! I hope you enjoy it 🥰

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Husker was a well-known gambler. Despite losing his Overlord title long ago, he was still remembered by some of the older demons within Hell and fiddled around with a few tricks. It was late at the bar so Husk had no patrons to attend to. The hotel was quiet as the habitants were likely off sleeping, or in Angel’s case working. He finished cleaning the glasses and reorganized the bottles and cans a while ago, so he pulled out a deck of cards he kept under the counter to pass the time. As he shuffled and practiced some of his old moves, he heard a voice break the silence.

“Husssker? Good that you’re open.”

He instantly knew who it belonged to. Looking up in mild surprise, he was greeted by the slithering figure of the snake demon, Sir Pentious. He let out a sigh, but he wasn’t actually annoyed that the snake had shown up. The company was appreciated because Charlie insisted he stayed open into the later hours to ‘get ready for when the hotel is a huge success’. After all, Pentious was…a friend of his, despite his more excitable and loud personality.

“Yeah. Charlie insisted that I start opening later for when guests bombard this shithole. But what about you? What are you doing here this late?” His voice was as scruff as it usually was as he raised a brow.

Sir Pentious moved with a serpant-like grace as he slithered up to the bar to take a seat. He let out a slightly dramatic sigh in response to Husker’s question. “I’m taking a break. I’d thought you’d be familiar with the concccept.” He quipped jokingly. “Coming up with ssschemes takes a lot of brain power, you know.”

Husker chuckled as Pentious snaked up sat down. He assumed that he would be here for a drink, so he set his cards down to grab him a glass, giving him a small smirk as he spoke. “Yeah, yeah, I’m familiar with it alright. What can I get ya, something strong?”

The serpent was going to get a drink. It was what he came down here for, after all. But his eyes locked onto the deck of cards previously in his hands. “Cardsss?” He spoke slowly, eyes narrowing as his gaze flashed up to give Husker a toothy, devious grin. “I don’t sssuppossse you’re any good with them, are you?”

Husk glanced down at the cards, picking them back up before looking at him. “Pfft, yeah, I’m good. Why? You want to play?” He put the glass away and moved to begin shuffling them, his eyes holding a hint of mischievousness. He’d never played cards with the demon before, and his interest intrigued him.

A flicker of excitement filled Pentious’ eyes as Husk replied, and he let out a scoff-like hiss of a laugh, leaning in closer as his tongue poked out in interest. He rested his chin in his hand watching as the cat-demon shuffled. “Play? Oh yesss, I very much want to play. You have no idea how long it’sss been sssinccce I’ve had a good game of cardsss. I think we’re going to have a jolly good game!” His voice held a sly tone.

Husk placed the deck down, picked up his cards, and examined them closely. He smirked mischievously before looking up. “Alright, you’re on. You’re in for a good game, so don’t give up on me if I kick your ass.”

Pentious chuckled, filing out his deck and glancing at his cards. He was well aware of Husker’s skill, yet he was still cocky. He was confident in his abilities and was determined to win. “Hah! Preposssterousss! You dare underessstimate the cunning intellect of Sssir Pentious? A game of cardsss is but a trifling matter for a mind asss sharp asss mine!”

So the games began. And it didn’t take long for Husker to win the first game. And the rematch. And the next rematch. And the next. At first, Sir Pentious assumed that it was just bad luck. But as the games continued Pentious' confidence quickly started to fall, his sly smile falling with every victory. The snake demon's slender frame got visibly more annoyed as he grew increasingly suspicious of Husker for cheating.

And there’s no denying he was. He was counting and marking cards with a barely noticeable bend, pulling the correct cards that would benefit him. He could read Pentious' body language like a book, and it didn’t take long for the snake demon to snap. After winning the thousandth rematch, Pentious let out a loud and irritated hiss and slammed his fist down on the counter. “Sssir Pentious never sssucks at anything! Thisss isss an outrage! A travesssty! A ssscandal of monumental proportionsss! You’re cheating aren’t you?”

Husker chuckled and leaned against the counter, cards still in hand with a small smile on his face. “Oh, come on, Pentious. What makes you think I’m cheating?” His sly grin widened as he purposely taunted him more.

“There’sss no quessstion about it! I demand an admisssion by the guilty party!” He threw his arms up in a dramatic fashion before standing and moving behind the bar. “You’re usssing trickery! Confess and ssstop thisss already!” His eyes narrowed.

Husk watched slightly surprised at Pentious moving behind the bar. He maintained eye contact with the snake demon, loving every minute he was under his skin. It was clear he was losing his temper, tail twitching in frustration. “I ain’t confessing to a damn thing. You’re just mad ‘cause you’re losing.”

Sir Pentious was not taking any more of his taunts. He stopped a mere foot or two away from him and crossed his arms. “Admit it, or I’ll forccce it out of you!”

The cat demon just laughed slightly, putting down the cards. “Oh, really? I’d like to see you try, Pent.” The snake was very close, and Husker could practically feel the heat radiating from him. Despite that, he was still unbothered.

Pentious needed no more provocation, as in the blink of an eye he grabbed Husker and pinned him to his chest. “If you think that a few cheap tricksss will get you out of thisss, then think again. Becaussse if you continue to lie to me, I’ll have no choice but to... tickle you into sssubmission!”

Husk froze for a split second, more out of surprise than fear. Then, he burst into a gravelly laugh, leaning back in Pentious’s hold as if the whole thing was a joke. "Tickle me into submission? Seriously? That’s the best you’ve got?"

Sir Pentious’s eyes narrowed further as his grin grew more wicked. "Oh, you underessstimate me, Husk. I’ve sstudied the art of villainy to perfection! And while you might find thiss amussing now, you won’t be sssmiling ssso sssmugly sssoon.” The snake demon’s tail flicked sharply, curling up to Husk’s side. Husk flinched, trying to jerk away on instinct, but Pentious tightened his grip.

“Hold ssstill, you deccceitful feline!” Sir Pentious hissed, his fingers wiggling dramatically like an evil mastermind preparing for his grand plan. “You’ve forced my hand, or rather, my clawsss!”

Husk snorted, attempting to maintain his cool facade. “You’re really leaning into this whole villain act, huh?” The words had barely left his mouth before Pentious’s slippery fingers and tail struck. The sudden, precise jabs to his sides sent an involuntary jolt through Husk, followed by a low, rasping laugh that he couldn’t fully suppress.

“Ah-ha! Ssso, you are ticklish!” Pentious spoke triumphantly, his grip tightening as he went in with renewed vigor. “Confesss your crime, Husssk, or faccce the wrath of my relentlessss tickling ssstrategies!”

Husk squirmed, huffing through his teeth as he swatted weakly at Pentious’s hands. “Cut it out, you oversized garden hose!” he barked between half-suppressed chuckles. He squirmed and continued struggling to contain his laughter.

Pentious leaned in closer, his grin positively devilish. “Not until you admit your treachery, you conniving cat! Ssso confesss, or prepare for never ending laughter!” He quickly sped up the wiggling of his fingers and moved slightly higher, up to his ribs while his tail stayed low.

Husk’s composure crumbled as the snake demon’s tail and fingers found the sensitive spots between his ribs. A deep, raspy laugh burst out of him as he thrashed slightly, his hands pushed futilely against Sir Pentious’s hands and tail as the snake’s grin widened with villainous delight.

“D-damn it, Pent! Quit it!” Husk growled through his laughter, his voice cracking slightly under the relentless tickling. He can’t help but throw his head back with a surprised and slightly embarrassed squeal when his tail moved from his side to his hip.

Sir Pentious’ grin grew impossibly wider as he caught the sharp squeal that escaped Husk’s lips. He froze for a dramatic moment, eyes gleaming with mischief as his tail hovered near the feline’s hip.

“Oh ho! What’sss thisss?” he hissed with exaggerated delight, his voice dripping with mockery. “Isss that a weak ssspot I sssee? Oh, Husssk, my dear friend, you’ve made a grave missstake by revealing it to me!” Before he moved to focused his energy on digging soft circles into his hips.

The cat demon let out an even louder laugh, his composure completely shattered as he twisted and bucked against the assault. “Fuck! P-Pentious!” Husk barked, his voice cracking between involuntary bursts of laughter. His arms flailed as he tried to push Pentious away, but the snake demon’s grip remained firm, his tail relentless.

“Sssurrender, Husk! Admit your guilt, and I may sssee fit to ssstop thiss torturouss punishment!” Pentious declared, his tone both commanding and ridiculously theatrical. If anything, he digs into Husk’s soft fur more.

“C’mon! C-Cut it out! You’re never gonna get me to c-confess like this!” Husk laughed out, snorts beginning to slip through his laughter as he began to realize that he just might have to tell Pentious what he wanted to hear.

Pentious leaned in closer, enough that his breath even tickled the back of his neck. Though, the voice was still slightly shrill. “But I’ve already won, Husssker! Every chuckle you make isss a ssstep toward your sssurrender!” The snake demon’s fingers moved up, targeting the sensitive area just under Husk’s armpits, and Husk let out a startled yelp. It was his final straw, as his body squirmed and his mind struggled to catch up with the onslaught of ticklish sensations. “Admit it, admit your treachery, or I’ll keep going! I will not ssstop until you do!” He teased.

“Aha! Shit, okay! F-Fine! I cheated, I cheated!” He squealed, gasping for breath as he laughed hysterically and gave up squirming.

Pentious pulled back instantly, his grin smug as he released Husk with a theatrical flourish of his hands and tail. “Ah-hah! A confession at last! Oncce again, the mighty Sssir Pentiousss prevailsss!” He straightened up dramatically, fluffing his cape and tail like he’d just won some great battle.

Husk, now free, stumbled slightly as he tried to catch his breath. He leaned against the bar and he shot Pentious a glare, though his expression was softened by the flush on his cheeks. “You’re the absolute worst, you know that?”

The snake demon adjusted his hat smugly, his tail curling with satisfaction. “Why, thank you, Husssk! I take that asss the highesst of complimentsss. Now, perhapsss you’ll think twice before trying to cheat me again!”

Husk can’t help his slight eye roll, though he was still smiling. “Yeah, yeah. Message loud and clear. So you want a proper game now?”

Pentious perked up at the sound of that. “A proper game, you sssay? One free of your petty deccception and underhanded tacticsss? Of courssse!” He moved back to the other side of the bar. “Prepare yourssself, Husssk, for I intend to prove my unrivaled ssstrategic ssuperiority!”

Husk let out a low chuckle, and with a shake of his head as he shuffled the deck of cards. “Sure, Pent. Sure.” He could only hope that Pentious would believe him when he plays fair and still kicks his ass.

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I honestly forgot how much fun writing was. It’s such a nice exam studying break, so honestly until exams are over for me mid December I’ll be pretty active. Thank you again for reading if you did, it brings me so much joy hehe ☺️

[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #25] January

warnings: we get jaykay in his student era!!! poor baby is STRESSED!! very wholesome!! b makes him pasta, very lovely <33 until very suddenly it's not!! fingering, mentions of the erotic accordion, lots of teasing. a personal fave!!

wc: 12.5k

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

It's a pleasant surprise to see Kim Taehyung with his clothes on. 

His cheeks are still a little warm when he strolls into the art cafe, well aware that it was his other cheeks you'd been confronted with when you'd seen him last.

Hands in pockets, he plays it off. Is cool and casual, in that suave way artists so often are.

"If you're looking for Danbi, we only live together. Don't work together. Think you'll find her at Memorial Park with half a dozen dogs, maybe" you tease.

He rolls his eyes, and continues forward to the main desk. When he reaches it, he leans an elbow down and looks quite at home. Dressed in a pair of dark slacks and cream button-up, he's a business-casual Capricorn's wet dream. It's entirely understandable why Danbi couldn't resist. You're surprised it's taken her this long, if anything.

"If it was Danbi I was after, it'd be Danbi I was with," he assures you, smile ever-present. He's charming; not like a sleazebag, but like a Disney prince. Always says the right thing. "And anyways, I know she's there. Just been there, myself."

You smile, pleased for your best friend.

It makes sense. She's been with him every night since New Year's. Your apartment has actually been a little lonely.

A week on since you were greeted with his bare arse, you're curious as to why Taehyung would be gracing you with his presence. It wouldn't be entirely out of character, but you are also aware that the last time he was here, it was to pitch his art show.

You remind him of this - not that he needs it, as he passes a business card over to you, embossed with a since hangul syllable: 류.

"Ryu?" You ask. "As in the gallery?"

He nods. "Ryu Gallery."

It's mid-size, a little out of town, but well-respected. Was one of the many galleries that simply didn't get back to Tae - but you have an acquaintance who works there. A friend of Seokjin's, actually. Involved in the finance side of the company. Had invited him along because you figured that there was no harm in asking. Didn't really expect him to show up.

Pulling his phone from his front pocket, Taehyung says nothing as he loads up his call history. At the top, there's a red number - one missed call - and a small play button next to what you assume is a voicemail. He presses down on it, and lets it play out.

"Hello, this is Park Shinwon from Ryu Gallery. I was passed your information by one of our colleagues, and was wondering if you had availability for a call regarding your work? We have an opening at the end of the month and are looking for a local artist to fill the space. If you think this could be a good fit for you, please call me back at the earlie-"

Taehyung cuts the voicemail short. You've heard all the important stuff.

There's a smile on your face; one that brewed gently as the memo played out. He'd done it. The write-ups and reviews had been fantastic, and Namjoon had helped get Taehyung a decent spot in the arts & culture section of the local paper, but this is the first solid indication that the show had been prosperous.

"Holy shit," you beam, clapping your hands together in tiny little pats of joy.

"Right?!" He beams right back. Phone locked and back in his pocket, Taehyung's never looked prouder of himself. You don't know him like you know Jimin or Jeongguk, but you know him well enough to understand how huge this is for him. "I can't even begin to thank yo-"

"No!" You laugh, reaching across the counter to squeeze his arm. "Don't you dare. It was your hard work, Tae. You did this! Congratulations!"

A little bashful in the way he looks down, it's clear that he's not used to such high praise. It's something he'll have to get used to, you think. This is just the start for him. He's destined for greats, you're sure of it - but then again, you have unwavering faith in everyone you care about. You'll manifest for them; will their dreams into reality. You're not sure if it works, but it's nice to think it does.

"Did you call back? What did you say?" You enthuse, before a couple comes to the counter with their finished artwork. Gritting your teeth, you cast Taehyung an apologetic smile. "Ah, just give me a moment."

He nods, and tells you to carry on. He knows he's interrupted you at work and feels bad for it. He could have just waited until he came around that evening (Danbi had already asked if he would), but was too nervous about the call.

When you return from packing up the canvases and ringing through the bill, he admits to it.

"Haven't actually called them yet," he grits his teeth together, eyes apologetic. "Didn't know what to say. It's kinda why I'm here."

"Oh?"

"You can say no," he prefaces, "but like... I don't know the first fucking thing about the suit side of the art world. Don't know how to negotiate, don't even know if that is something I need to be doing. I'm a fish out of water. and you're the only person I know - and trust - who seems to have any clue what they're doing."

It's really sweet that he thinks you have any idea at all. You just wing it a solid seventy percent of the time. You have connections, and you have a functioning brain. That's about it.

Still, you'll let him think that you have your wits about you.

"So..." you encourage, trying to coax a proper question out of him. You know what he's asking, but really think that all of Jeongguk's ragtag bunch of friends could do with learning how to ask for what they want. Maybe not Yoongi. He seems to have shit figured out.

"So..." Taehyung imitates, a friendly grin on his face. He's pretty. Really isn't hard to see why Danbi likes him. She's always gone for the artsy types. Likes to be a muse. "I was wondering if you could help me out a bit? Sort of like an agent, but not quite, 'cause I'm poor as fuck and definitely can't afford it."

"Agents work on commission," you tell him. "Or at least some of them do, so it doesn't matter that you're poor now."

"Well, I might never be rich," he warns you.

Taehyung believes in his work. Loves his work. Is yet to have success that reflects this. Other people don't seem to feel as strongly about it, which leaves him with lingering doubt as to whether or not he actually has something , or if it's all a bit of a vanity project. He hopes it's not. Knows that Rome wasn't built in a day, mind you.

It takes dedication. A hard grind. He's got grit and determination, but the doors he's knocked at have been double-bolted. Thinks that maybe you could give him a key.

"I doubt that very much," you say regarding his doubts. 

Of all the work showcased at the last show, it was his pieces that people kept coming back to. His pieces tagged in the art cafe's Instagram by customers. His pieces that sold; that got people interested. You had even had a girl in the cafe on a date a few weeks ago, who painted a replica of one of Tae's prints, which had been hanging on the wall beside her.

He's got talent.

But he knows that's not enough.

"Still, I didn't even realise agents were paid that way. I've no idea what on earth I'm doing, Disco Ball. Not really."

You take a moment to consider the proposition, but you aren't sure why. It's a no-brainer. Of course you'll help him out. You've contacts, thanks to your job, and acquaintances with money to spend thanks to Seokjin. You'll be an invaluable resource for him - and he'd much rather have a friend leading him through this unchartered territory than someone who only cares about numbers and finances.

"I'll make you a deal," you offer. "I'll help you, free of charge, but on one condition."

"Go on..."

You beam; smile so sweet that Taehyung knows your compromise is probably unconventional.

"I get a Kim Taehyung original."

"It won't be worth anything," he laughs. "It's a rotten deal."

"Not yet, maybe, but it will be," you tell him.

Much like Jeongguk's dreams, you believe in Taehyung's, too. Have no doubt he will achieve success. He's a Capricorn. Is just what they do.

"Alright," he agrees. Holds out his hand for you to shake. "I'll give you a free commission. You can redeem it at any time. Anything, any size, doesn't matter. It's yours."

He makes a mental note to revise this deal as you shake his hand. Doesn't think it's entirely fair on you. Thinks that he's benefitting far more from this than you will - but good, original artworks within your budget are hard to come by. You know your future self will thank you for this.

You tell Taehyung to arrange a meeting with the consultant at Ryu Gallery. 

"I'll go with you as a representative; will ask the right questions, stuff like that. The key here is to not sell yourself short or undervalue your work. If you sell a million-dollar piece for a hundred bucks, it'll set a precedent. People will take advantage. It'll be detrimental."

He nods, eager to learn. Willing to listen. Wants to succeed, and will do all he can to make sure it happens.

Departing only after you force him to call Ryu Gallery back and set a date in the calendar for next week, Taehyung is beyond appreciative. Both Danbi and Jeongguk had told him to reach out to you again, but he'd felt a little guilty, almost as if he was taking advantage of how charitable you are.

You don't really see it that way. Figure that if the roles were reversed, he'd do the same for you.

"Oh, just quickly!" Taehyung pipes up just as he reaches the door of the cafe. "The piece up in Jeongguk's living room - the black and gold one." Your face heats up. "Who's the artist?"

"Not sure," you shrug with an inconspicuous purse of your lips. "Why?"

"Jeongguk just said he got it from here," Taehyung explains, your cheeks only getting rosier and rosier. "I really like it so just wondered if it was part of a bigger collection."

"I can check," you say, knowing that there is absolutely no way you're ever gonna produce another one of those. Now that Tae's asking questions about it, you know Jeongguk needs to squirrel it away. The last thing you want is the truth coming out.

"Amazing," he beams.

You smile right back, but let it fade into a groan as he heads down the stairs, the realisation that he's seen the imprint of your tits leaving you mortified.

It's only fair though, you suppose. You have seen his arse, after all. Maybe you are more well acquainted than you realise.

The lives that you and Jeongguk had lived separately for many moons have somehow converged, meeting a diving point of intervention; as if you were meant to live your lives exactly as you have, just for moments like these.

This is only amplified when you arrive at Jeongguk's place after your shift finishes.

On New Year's day, after the creation of his sticky note shrine, origami birds watching proudly, you'd reached an agreement with Jeongguk: each and every one of the sticky notes have to be done by the end of the year.

"What about the birds?" Jeongguk had asked, not wanting to sacrifice them.

You both know the birds hold far more weight. The sticky notes are fun; a chance to experiment freely with somebody who is on the same page as you. The birds are all about preparing yourself to turn the page, so you can meet someone willing to start a new book with you.

Curled up in his bed, while Jeongguk had been sitting on his bedroom floor putting together a display box for a new 'sculpture' (because he refuses, still, to let you call them action figures) that he'd been gifted for Christmas, you had contemplated his question.

"The birds fall naturally," you'd hummed. "They drop when the universe needs them to. The sticky notes are deliberate. We're making the active choice to do them."

Cross-legged, Jeongguk reached over to get a small screwdriver from his bedside table. Your gaze had been up on the birds, but drifted down to him.

"So we'll make the active choice to do the sticky notes, and then just do the birds when they fall?" Jeongguk had clarified, not looking at you as he threaded a small screw into its hole.

"Yeah," you'd smiled. "Like, I come round once a week, and we get a sticky note done. Something like that."

Looking up at you now, Jeongguk had tilted his head in contemplation, pursing his lips before finally nodding. "Shall we say Sundays?"

With a slight sense of trepidation, but the awareness of this being good for you both, you had nodded. "Sundays. Trial it for the month of January. See how it goes."

And so now you're at Jeongguk's place for the first time since New Year's with a clear agenda - and yet all you really want to do is hang out with him. Innocently. Platonically.

"Oh thank God," Jimin breathes out with an overdramatic sigh of relief when he opens the door for you. Shoes on, jacket slung over his shoulders, he's been waiting on your arrival. "Jeongguk- '' he calls back into the darkness. None of the living area lamps are on, the city lights illuminating their apartment instead. "The babysitter is here! I'll be gone till morning. Don't be any trouble."

You roll your eyes, flicking his arm as you step past him into the apartment.

He's heading out for a family event down in Busan. Jeongguk had been intending on going to the city with him, but simply has too much school work to do.

Finals are coming up. He's stressed to the absolute high heavens.

"I will warn you," Jimin says quietly while you take off your shoes. "He's in a foul mood. Has been for, like, three days now. Think it's his time of the month."

"Still baffles me how you're able to pull," you mutter, knowing that any explanations on the intricacies of the menstrual cycle would be wasted on him - only for Jimin to remind you that he pulled you . "Was a moment of weakness," you assure him.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say DB," he grins. "Look after him alright? Make sure he eats his veggies and brushes his teeth before bed."

Jimin departs faster than the winter wind that's howling against their windows. You don't even have a chance to question why he's treating Jeongguk like such a child - but as you walk into his bedroom, you sort of see why.

His bed's unmade, and he hasn't showered since, like, Thursday, maybe. Papers are scattered all over his desk, and there's a collection of takeout boxes by his door. The birds that were on his desk are now perched up on the shelf, laying in the middle of his chessboard. Beside them, a pot of your misplaced glitter sparkles in the dim light.

Quite unlike himself, Jeongguk's jaw looks sharper but his cheeks are bloated. You can tell he hasn't been eating nor drinking enough. Has a can of Monster on his desk, but you both know it's not enough to sustain him.

He really does look like a university student now, more than he ever has done before. Glasses on, hair tied in a tiny bun by the nape of his neck, teeth nibbling down on his bottom lip, the stress is evident in his sloped posture.

"Don't look at the mess," he mumbles, embarrassed that you have to see his room in this state, but also too preoccupied to really care.

You meander to his bed and sit down, one leg crossed beneath the other. Smile. "Too late."

"Sorry," he offers, but you shake your head - not that he's looking at you.

"S'fine," you hum. "If tonight is bad for you, we can always resched-"

"No," he says rather sharply, finally turning to look at you. His eyes are all wide and wanting, hating the idea of you leaving so soon, but they're also tired . He needs rest. "No, sorry." He puts down his pen, and turns in his chair a little. "I'm probably gonna be shitty company, but I'd like you to stay."

And so you nod. Of course you'll stay.

"Your hair looks sweet like this," you muse a little mindlessly as you come to stand by him, letting your index finger twirl in the curl that sticks out from the small bun.

His hair is always silky smooth, and you're envious of how well-nourished it is. A little curly, he definitely visits the salon every once in a while. You find it all very endearing, imagining him with a little salon cape around his shoulders, protectors over his ears, curlers in his hair.

"Needs a wash," he simply states, not wanting to dwell on the compliment that makes his tummy feel all funny. He's not really used to such delicate compliments.

Jiyeong would always comment on his physical strength, manliness, shit like that. Hardly surprising, given that she works at the gym. It's not just her though - Hayun's favourite part of him was always his upper arms.

He's no idea what you like about him. What attracts you to him - 'cause as much as you both like to pretend you're a bit repulsed by one another, there's obviously gotta be some sort of mutual attraction. The sex is too good.

Unless, he considers, it's all just chemical. Hormonal shit he doesn't understand, but knows plays an important role in chemistry. Maybe you aren't physically attracted to him at all.

"Wish my hair looked that good when it needs a wash," you sigh.

"I've never seen it look bad," he says, not thinking much of it.

"Well, I'd hope not," you smile. "I do know how to shower."

"I've got some things just to finish up - shit ," he curses as he realises just how much of a mess his room is. "I'm sorry. Been at work today, haven't you? Can grab a shower if you like, or something while I do this."

'This' is test revision. Coursework never really stresses him out, even if he does leave it until the last minute. He has more control over the variables. Exams make him nervous, and if there's one feeling Jeongguk hates, it's nervousness. Figures if he studies and studies and studies, then he'll feel prepared, and the nerves will ease. It never works. Only ever makes it worse.

"You sure?" you ask, though if you're being honest, a shower right now would be ideal. You got paint all over you at work, and while most of it washed off in the sink, you still feel a little less than fresh. "Or is this some backhanded way of telling me my hair looks shit?"

"Oh, 100%. You look awful. But also, yes. I'm sure," he smiles, soft eyes patient as he tries to push the pressure of his studies to the back of his mind. He hasn't seen you all week. Has missed you. Is glad you're here. Kinda hates that he's telling you to leave him, already, even if it's only for twenty minutes or so.

"Gonna join?" You ask, not really thinking much of it. Just a habit, now.

Jeongguk shakes his head. "Will get one later."

There are two distinct halves to Jeongguk's fear of rejection. The obvious, most notable half is the part of him that hates the feeling of being rejected, which prevents him from asking for what he wants. 

Far less discussed is the part of him that feels like he always has to say yes, because he doesn't ever want to make other people feel bad.

Just like he never fears rejection from you, he doesn't fear your reaction to his rejection, either. There's a stable foundation to your friendship. It's good for him.

So used to transactional relationships with the girls he's slept with - on their part, not his - he doesn't really realise that this - what you two have - is normal. It's how it should be.

And so when you smile, and say 'okay', Jeongguk almost expects you to start fighting with him.

It's been a few days since he spoke with Jiyeong ( where it was firmly established that she ended it with him, and that he was the problem, not her) but lingering patterns of behaviour still plague his mind. Feelings of failure still reside in the part of his brain that deals with desire.

You believe him when he says he won't join. Don't try and tempt. Tonight isn't about that - though you do glance over to the myriad of sticky notes on his bedroom wall before you grab his towel. Pay no notice to the fact there's a new one. Just as fluffy - exactly the same, you think - it's still wrapped in a sleek bow with the tag on it.

Maybe he's gotten annoyed with how often you use it. Maybe you're just such a permanent fixture that two seems like a good idea. You don't ask about it.

Instead, you also grab one of his shirts - the one with his hand prints on it. Paint markers have been taken to the shirts since, now outlining where his bones would be. The skeleton hands make you laugh - but they also get you thinking about that shower with him.

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you leave Jeongguk to get on with his studies.

As you start the shower up and relieve your hair from the claw clip it's up in, you aren't too concerned with him joining. You genuinely do want to shower. Leave the door open just in case, but don't wait for him like you did the last time you were in the same position.

It turns out showers are far quicker when you're solo. You leave it without the feel of his hands on your body, but the scent of his strawberry shower gel still stains your skin. Feels like you're perpetually covered in him, in a roundabout way.

Scrunching your hair with his towel as you head back into his room, your clothes are still in a pile on his bathroom floor. You're just in the shirt now, bra foregone, underwear on to maintain some kind of decency.

You don't really greet him, instead heading to the window to take in the view. You're always envious of the skyline. It makes you consider moving closer to the inner city - but you're quite comfortable in your low-rise with Danbi. Plus, you can always just come and hang out here if you find yourself missing it.

Jeongguk says nothing as he comes to stand in behind you; personal space void of any meaning between the pair of you. Chin resting on your head, he drapes his arms over your shoulders.

You whisper a small greeting, and he whispers one back, but neither of you make conversation. Instead, you just watch the traffic roll on by. 

His eyes are down by the traffic lights, watching as a small crowd forms, a red light preventing them from crossing even though the road is clear. Yours are a little higher up, on the motel that is hidden between two skyscrapers. The curtains are mostly all drawn; save for one, where a couple stands in a position hauntingly similar to yours and Jeongguk's. They're smiling. Joking about something. Enjoying one another company - until the person standing in Jeongguk's position draws the curtain shut to keep the world at bay.

Maybe they're friends, too, you hypothesize - but friends don't book in love motels together, and if they do? Well, they certainly don't look like that together.

It's not like it's a new concept to you. You understand the conventions of couples; just think that maybe the line between romantic and platonic is far finer than you previously believed. Reckon that you and Jeongguk have a clear sense of it.

Turning in your spot, you wanna get a read on his face; see if you can gauge what he's thinking, what he's feeling. He doesn't move back as you turn. Stays in position. Doesn't mind the closeness.

Just an inch or so away from you, the proximity forces you to tilt your chin upwards in order to catch his gaze. His own chin is tipped to his chest, looking down at you in the gentlest of ways.

Storm clouds of mascara rest faintly beneath your lash line, and the occasional rivulet of water trails from your hair and down your skin like spring rain. Your typically tempestuous attitude is nowhere to be seen; docile in the calm of Jeongguk's mellow summer air.

Silent as the pads of his fingers stroke down the side of your neck, you're well aware of the fact you're not really breathing. Are too consumed by trepidation. Fearful and yet hopeful of what's to come. His firmly pouted lips part slowly - but he doesn't lean down.

Instead, his fingertips hook beneath the chain around your neck, and slowly begin to twist it back into position. The clasp had fallen to the front, excess chain tangling around the charm.

Jeongguk holds the dainty silver bird where it should be, between your collarbones, his touch feathery as he preens you.

Cautious and yet entirely confident, he doesn't mean to steal your breath - but it's only fair. You took his first.

His lip purse. Fold in on themselves. Lip ring does the thing. Adam's apple bobs as he swallows back a feeling he doesn't quite know what to make of.

And then he simply nods. Steps a little further back. Smiles. "There. Much better."

A discreet smile ghosts your lips as he turns away from you to get back to his work. Revision always gets him in this weird of constant contempt; stressed at the world around him even when he needn't be. Gets him antsy. Agitated.

His stress manifests in hunched shoulders and restless legs which jitter beneath his desk.

He tries to ignore the twinge of guilt in his chest as you leave the room without a word. Knows that he must be terrible company. Wonders why he can't just express himself normally.

Contrarily, you worry that Jeongguk just wants to be alone, and that your presence is overbearing. He could have cancelled plans if he wanted to. You wouldn't have minded. Sure, you've missed hanging out with him, but it's not the end of the world. Is probably good to have a little bit of a breather from one another every now and again.

Fixated on the fact you feel like a bother, you set about making yourself useful. He looks like he hasn't had a decent meal in a good while, and the boys keep their fridge remarkably well-stocked for a couple of bachelors with a penchant for nightlife.

Jeongguk listens out for you, still doing his work. Can hear you rummaging about in the fridge, and wonders what on earth you could be doing. Figured that the pair of you would just order in, or something like that.

Truthfully, you'd thought the same - but they've got a stockpile of tomatoes, and chicken that needs using. Without Danbi at home much this week, you've overindulged in take-out and snack foods a few too many times. You need a good meal just as much as he does. 

Glancing over to the hob, you check the pasta in the glass jar next to Jeongguk's chopping board. They're out of spaghetti, save for maybe ten strands, but thankfully have a full jar of rigatoni.

You know you can thank Jimin for the decanted pasta. The more you learn about him, the more you understand why his bedroom is so bare despite his job. He calls it 'intuitive interior design' - making life easy for himself through deliberate choices. It's why his bedroom is so streamlined. Less clutter means he can reset his brain more easily.

The living space is where the colour of the apartment is - Tae's paintings, photobooth strips, feather boas stolen from Dionysus - but the kitchen is laid out in a way that makes things easy for both of the boys.

You set about getting the things you might need, not really caring to ask Jeongguk's permission. Whatever you use, you'll happily buy again in the morning, but also highly doubt he'll ask you to. At least this way, he won't have to waste perfectly good ingredients on account of them rotting away in the bottom of the fridge.

You're chopping the tomatoes by the time Jeongguk comes to stand in his doorway. 

Leaning against the frame, a hand in his pocket, a soft smile on his lips, he's a little confused. Just watches as domestication becomes you; stars forming on your cheeks when the low glare of the overhead lights hits you just right. Hair still a little damp, it's up with a claw clip, small strands framing your face. You've the speaker on quietly, not wanting to disturb him. Some song he doesn't know by an artist he doesn't recognise plays. All he knows is that he likes it. Likes how comfortable this feels.

Jeongguk has missed you. Has been working to the point of exhaustion, but unable to sleep whenever he goes to bed. Looking at you now, he tries to stifle a yawn. Is glad you haven't noticed his presence, 'cause he knows the face he just pulled wasn't pretty.

But he thinks you are.

The fact he feels like he could sleep now? A curse, he decides. Doesn't wanna sleep. Wants to spend all evening catching up with you.

You're using the side of the knife to gather the chopped tomatoes together, and scooping them into a bowl, when you finally notice him.

"Hey," you say, a smile present as always. Such a simple word, but such a comforting one, too.

"Hey," he smiles back. "Watcha doin', B?"

"Baking a cake," you joke as you begin to peel some garlic from a bulb.

"Mhmm? Tomato cake," he says, pushing off the doorframe with his shoulder and making his way to the kitchen island. He stands opposite you, resting his elbows on the counter, chin in his hands. "My favourite."

The way your eyes sparkle under the warm lights that hang down from the ceiling has Jeongguk thinking of the stars again. His are all starry too, but you think that's just normal for him.

"Good," you say. "I'm making you your very own tomato cake. You have to eat it all ."

"I will."

"You better."

"Every last crumb," he nods - and even though tomato cake sounds absolutely repulsive to him, his stomach rumbles. Makes you laugh.

"When did you last eat?" you ask as you turn to the hob to fetch some spices off the rack.

Jeongguk mumbles. Says he doesn't really remember. Your eyes are sympathetic, frown present when you face him again.

"Gotta look after yourself," you tell him.

"I know. I will. I am - it's just, this exam, Byeol... I'm bricking it."

You had figured as much, but it's nice to have him confirm it instead of letting your assumptions take the lead.

"S'why I chose a coursework exclusive degree," you tease, trying to lighten his mood. "Was heaven."

"I'm so glad we didn't know each other back then," he laughs. "Would have resented you so badly."

You grimace, and give him a look he doesn't understand.

"You're BEM boy," you explain, shortening his Business and Events Management course name to the acronym that it's more commonly known by on campus. And then you shudder. "We wouldn't have been friends."

"Oh, bullshit," he protests. He knows boys on the full-time BEM course have a reputation amongst the alumni. Fuckboys . He's part-time, though. Doesn't run with those crowds. Is a good few years older than most of them, now.

"Nope," you argue back, still pottering about the kitchen, adding more ingredients to the saucepan. "If you'd have been in uni at the same time as me, I'd have avoided you like the plague."

"Would have been your loss."

Doesn't wanna blow his own trumpet, but knows that he looked damn good at 21. Considers it his peak. Forgets 23, and the amount of girls falling at his feet (was too busy at the time, face down by Hayun's feet instead). Simply doesn't realise how good he looks now, at 25.

Maybe 18-year-old Jeongguk was a little awkward, granted, but everyone is at that age. Whenever he used to visit his friends on campus for nights out, the girls they knew would always want to go out with them.

It's actually how he met Hayun. Was 19, and Taehyung had just done a project with her and Nabi for some extra credit. She came on a night out, and he got so nervous around her that he decided to black out just so he didn't have to feel the nerves. He'd woken up the next morning face down in a kebab box on the floor of Nabi and Hayun's dorm.

He resigned himself to the friend zone, and for a while, it had worked. For years, in fact. Convinced himself that they really were just friends. Best friends. Had offered to shag her after she'd spent a solid twenty minutes complaining about the fact she hadn't had sex for long she may as well have been a born-again virgin. Was just joking - but when she called his bluff, Jeongguk folded.

Maybe it wouldn't have been your loss at all. 

Maybe you'd have never become friends, like you are now. 

Maybe you both had to live through your traumas to be able to find one another.

You just scoff, unaware of memory lane taking Jeongguk down an unfavourable path. " Sure . My first uni hook-up was with a guy doing BEM. Trust me. I would have avoided you."

"Oh?" Jeongguk questions. "Do I know him?"

Shaking your head, you turn to place the pan on the stovetop, and let it heat up. "Doubt it. Was a final year when I was a fresher, so would have been gone way before you started."

Jeongguk's brows furrow, now. "When you were a fresher? A final year?"

Humming confirmation, you carry on with your cooking.

"He was supervising the fresher's bar crawl," you explain. Can't even remember his name, now. Can barely remember anything about that night. "Was leading my team. I lost against him in a drinking game. Really couldn't handle my drink back then. Anyways, I ended up in some off-campus house with the most vom-inducing hickies known to man."

"So you were drunk?"

It sounds a little accusatory. He doesn't mean to. It's just that he deals with creeps taking advantage of drunk girls all the time. Hates it. Hates thinking it happened to you.

"Yeah?"

"And he wasn't?"

"He was less so. Was still drinking, but yeah, it wasn't my best decision."

The way you shrug it off frustrates Jeongguk. His lips purse a little, and the dimples reserved for moments of contemplation deepen in his cheeks.

"You know what it's like when you're eighteen," you continue, facing away from him, unaware of his obvious contempt. "First taste of freedom and all that. Think you're invincible. And like, I made worse choices that year," you add, as if that's supposed to soften the blow of what you've just told him.

His tummy feels all twisted; as if his body is trying to manifest the concept of time travel just so he can go back and apply for university when everyone else did. Wants to have been your friend right from the start. Wants to erase the reality of creeps taking advantage of you.

"Still a kid at eighteen," he says. Strange, how he doesn't afford his past self the same kindness. "It's so young."

You shrug, turning back around to retrieve the extra vegetables for the sauce. "Easy to think that, looking back. Thought I had the world figured out, at the time. The older I get the more naive I realise I was."

Funny, how years and years later, you feel more clueless than you ever did back then. Relationships were black and white; you either loved someone, or you didn't.

Now, the concept of love you once knew isn't one that you're entirely sure you believe in. Not in the same way you did.

"Anyways, you should shower," you say, moving the conversation along. No point dwelling on pasts that make no difference, now. "You look like shit."

He reaches over to one of the spare tomatoes and throws it in your direction. Smiles when you try to swat it away, only for it to hit your neck regardless.

"Charming as always, Byeol," he says a little dryly, but with his smile still wide.

"Well, you do," you assure him, face straight, eyes earnest.

"Show up at my place, use my hot water, start rummaging around in my fridge-" he says with a tsk .

" You invited me," you scoff right back. " Told me to shower, and I'm cooking for you . Christ alive. You really are unbearable today."

The grin on Jeongguk's face is so pretty, eyes so sparkly, that you think you want to kiss him again. Silly little thought in your silly little head. Silly, and improper, and dangerous. Disastrous, in fact.

"And," you add on, because you know you need this conversation to end. "You stink. So go and get a shower, you horrible boy."

Feeling somewhat challenged, Jeongguk lifts his arm above his head and nestles his nose right into his pit. Inhales, as if he's smelling freshly baked pie. Smiles. "Ahhhh. Delicious."

You gag.

"You wanna smell?" he offers, leaning a little further on the counter, face sweet as he encourages you. The look of repulsion on your face is exactly what he was after. "Yeah?"

"Keep that pit away from me," you warn, holding up the knife you had used to chop the tomatoes.

Despite the threat, Jeongguk edges around the kitchen island. "Yeah? Wanna smell?"

"Stay the fuck away!"

"Wait, I didn't hear you. You said come closer?"

"Gguk!"

For all your protests, the knife is back down on the counter. You tossed it down so you could run from him, but you're not really trying all that hard.

You'll pretend like you are. Wriggle from his grip when he catches you. Try and hide your laugh as he tries to quite literally smother you. Will pinch his nipple through his shirt as a form of defence. Will gag, and whine, and pretend like this is the worst experience of your life.

But in the comedown of Jeongguk's chase, you both giggling, caught in an embrace that is far too close, sauce simmering away without a care, you'll notice the stars in his eyes again. Count the constellations. Forget how to breathe, as if you really are in space without any oxygen.

"You smell like a sweaty ballsack," you tell him with absolute certainty.

Yet your grip on his shirt doesn't ease.

"You look like a sweaty ballsack," he counters. Swallows.

Neither of you pull away. Apparently, you're both partial to a sweaty ballsack. Who'd have thought?

On a fundamental, human level, you're aware that Jeongguk doesn't smell great. He is sweaty and definitely has worn that shirt for like, three days in a row, but... you like it. Oh it's disgusting . Really fucking horrid. Rancid, even.

"Shower," he just says, softly, as if he's reminding himself of what he needs to do.

You nod. "Shower."

But your hands are still holding the sides of his shirt, and his eyes can't seem to focus on yours because they keep dropping to your lips, and then his breathing is all over the place and so is yours and - fuck .

Loosening your grip, you pat the front of his chest. He doesn't move. Just closes his eyes. Nods.

"I need to check the sauce," you whisper. "Go. Shower."

And so he does as he's told. You keep yourself busy tinkering about until you hear the shower start up - at which point, you rest your palms on the counter and let your head hang between your shoulders. Sigh deeper than Marianas Trench. Shake your head. "Stupid."

You're unaware, but he's doing the exact same thing by the bathroom sink.

It had been fine. It had been fun. Why did I have to linger like that? Why did I have to make things weird? Why am I always making things so awkward?

He tosses his clothes down on the pile by the door, his on top of yours, and instantly feels a little bit better when the water hits his skin. Tries not to dwell on it, 'cause if he pretends moments like those don't happen, he won't have to deal with them. Will gaslight himself into thinking it never happened.

You're on the couch by the time he's done with his shower, legs curled up, pasta cooked and waiting in a covered saucepan for him.

"Not eating?" he asks as he notices there's no evidence of you having pasta on the coffee table.

Glancing over to him, you're reminded of post-shower Jeongguk and why the concept of it is so dangerous for you. Towel wrapped around his waist, water trailing down his abs... Yeah. You lose your mind a little. Think that any sane human would also lose theirs.

"I, uh-" you pause. Swallow. "Um. Sorry. Eat?"

"Yeah," he smirks, a little bemused. Figures you were lost in the show you're watching. Still in his shirt, your hair is pretty much dry, now, slight waves framing your face while the rest of it is still pinned back in a claw clip. You really do need to decide what you're doing with the colour. The bleach is growing out far faster than you thought it would, but you can't commit yourself to getting rid of it. Jeongguk likes the slightly messy nature of it all. Thinks it suits you. "No pasta?"

"Oh," you enthuse when you realise what he was asking. "Was just waiting for you."

He apologises. Says you should have started without him. Says he wouldn't have minded it, and thanks you again for cooking. "Smells amazing."

Quick to throw on some clean clothes, Jeongguk shoos you out of the way when he gets back to the kitchen and finds you about to plate up. Insists he does it. You've done all the hard work. He's happy to wash up, but he wants to at least contribute now.

Jeongguk takes a single bite of the pasta before he stands up, retrieves the saucepan and a heat mat, then sets it down on the coffee table.

"You okay there?" you laugh, a little puzzled by him.

When he turns to look at you, as if you've betrayed him. "You never told me you could cook, B."

He had been expecting a regular, run-of-the-mill tomato pasta - nothing wrong with that, he would have enjoyed it - but this? Oh, this is as close to heaven as humans get through food. It's rich and spicy, but also a little sweet and tangy when it needs to be. The rigatoni is cooked just right. Just how he likes it.

"You can't?" You laugh, digging into your own bowl. Admittedly, it is banging. Your favourite comfort recipe, you're quietly overjoyed that he likes it.

He shakes his head to say no. Has always enjoyed cooking. Knows he'll have to make you his signature pork belly one day. If you end up staying tonight (which he's hoping you will, even if he is awful company at the moment), he'll cook breakfast.

"I can - I just... fuck me, Byeol," he almost moans. "This shit is good."

Jeongguk's always had a good stroke game, but when it comes to stroking your ego? Yeah, he ain't bad at that, either.

He also isn't bad at turning himself into a literal human hoover. It's a miracle he doesn't choke, or get heartburn. He's already nearly polished off the leftovers from the pan before you've even made it halfway through your bowl (of which he had filled to the brim, because portion control with a body like his doesn't apparently matter).

Pasta eaten - or in Jeongguk's case, absolutely demolished - he allows himself the luxury of switching off for the first time all week. Other than a quick gym session here and there, or coffee with Hayun towards the start of the week, he hasn't taken a moment to relax at all.

You're rabbiting on about something inconsequential, just letting him exist. You know it's been a hard week. The television plays in the background, big light turned off, your feet in his lap. He stokes a little mindlessly over your ankle, self-soothing for him and just as comforting for you. He's meant to be listening, but zoned a little while ago.

Initially, he was thinking about the weird moment between you both in the kitchen earlier, but tried to get it out of his head.

Ends up thinking about the BEM twat you mentioned earlier, instead. Thinks you've got horrible taste in men - or at least, in hookups. He knows both he and Jimin could be classified in that category, but he disregards that. Or at least, he disregards himself .

At least he makes you orgasm. If he asks, will probably be horrified by the amount of times you've gone without one during intercourse. It's not always, but often. Never with him though, which is nice.

Scares you a little bit. The idea of the best sex of your life being with someone who isn't romantically involved with you just doesn't sit right. What if you fall in love and Jeongguk is still the best you've ever had? Will you be comparing? It's a variable you're yet to test out. One that worries you.

But all Jeongguk can think about is the fact that you're his friend. And he cares about you. And he thinks you deserve to feel good. And knows he can do that. And that he wants to do that. And so, quite suddenly, Jeongguk interrupts you.

"Can I get you off?"

You almost choke on your own spit. Had been explaining a new discovery of ancient mammals using tools for hunting and cooking. Not the most enticing topic of conversation, to say the least.

"Sorry?" You laugh, taken aback by the sudden request.

He looks away. Looks at his hands. Looks back at you. Wishes he wouldn't let the impulsive thoughts win, sometimes.

But then, because apparently he's a fucking idiot with no self-control, he asks again. "Can I get you off?"

The answer is always, unabashedly, yes . You've been caught off guard though. Panic. Ask, "Why?"

He shrugs. Looks at his hands again, eyes wide, brows furrowed. Wants to pour boiling water in his ear to melt his brain. Would probably work better if it was mush, he thinks. A reply to your question sits on the tip of your tongue, but there are too many variations for him to choose from - Because you deserve it. Because I'm horny. Because I want to. - so he just says: "fun."

And, like, he's not wrong. It is fun. You just thought it would be the last thing on his mind, given how stressed and sleepy he's been.

"I mean, do you want to?" you laugh, a little hot beneath the shirts of his that you're wearing by the mere suggestion of it.

He shrugs. Thinks it's a stupid question. Nods. "Get your minge out."

The horror plastered all over your face wouldn't be out of place in a Hitchcock film.

"Get my minge out?!" You hiss, your repulsion only second to shock.

"Yeah," he smirks. Is deliberately being vulgar because it's funny, and he needs this to be anything but romantic. Will lose his fucking head if he starts thinking about stars and constellations and shit like that again - but fuck . Even after a shower, you're covered in glitter! He can never fuckin' win. Is in a constant state of war with his own head. How can he ever expect to win against the milky way in human form? You'll eclipse him one day, and he'll enjoy every second of it.

"It's almost like you don't want me to get wet," you tell him, as if you didn't feel a slight twinge in your stomach when he smirked. Wasn't your fault. His lip ring did the thing. You're only human. Was bound to happen.

"I think you're already wet," he says all rather plainly.

"That's beyond the point."

It's a satisfying answer. One that makes him feel all smug. Gets his cock a little twitchy.

"Look, I'm stressed, B," he admits. "There's so much going on in my head that I can't think straight. Getting you off is, like, a stress reliever."

You furrow your brows. "Surely getting yourself off is a stress reliever?"

"I can do that at the same time, if you want?" He says, cheeky in the way he raises his eyebrows and toys with his lip ring.

"You are such a boy."

"So is that a no?"

That's the thing about you and Jeongguk; you'll never reject him.

In fact, it's probably quite futile for his whole fear of rejection thing. That'll be a thought to battle with later, though.

"It's an 'ask nicely' ."

Jeongguk gently squeezes your ankle, before getting to his feet and piling the pasta bowls into a neat stack. "Let me just wash up, alright?"

You watch him as he walks away not even waiting for a response. He does it often; wants your approval of things he's already determined to do. It's sweet, in a way. Could be frustrating, given the right circumstances, but it hasn't been so far. You just kinda keep your gaze on him, confused at how a man so reserved and cautious in one moment can be so reckless and charming in the next.

"Byeol?" He hums, flicking on the tap and reaching for the dish soap.

"Hmm?" You hum right back.

"Go wait in my room."

It takes you a second or so to follow his commands. Earns a minuscule plea from him. "Please, B."

You can't refuse him. Not really. Never have been able to.

His room is still a mess. Glitter-tarnished pillows clue you into the fact that he hasn't washed his sheets since new years - but then you remember the fact he definitely changed the bottom sheet. Colour floods to your cheeks, memories of that night crashing to the forefront of your mind.

You try to forget about it. Forget the kisses. Forget the way it sounds when Jeongguk calls you ' baby '.

This? Now? Nothing more than a stress reliever. ' Fun '.

You neaten up his bed, and tuck the takeout boxes out of sight. Turn on his cosmic mood lamp, but leave the curtains open. You preen yourself in his mirror. Realise there's something missing, so retrieve the little pot of glitter from his shelf.

The remains of the day's glitter are all over your skin, but the shower had cleansed your eyes of it. Makes you feel naked. You hate it - so quickly stipple a little in your inner corners and beneath your lash line.

It's funny. When you take off the shirt of his that you're wearing, and toss it over the back of his chair a moment later, you don't feel naked. Feel perfectly yourself. A glitter girlie through and through.

Jeongguk stops in his tracks as soon as he reaches his door frame. You're standing on the other side of his bed, a coy smile on your lips

"Fuck."

His eyes are all over you, tongue wetting his bottom lip before his teeth press down on it. Something about your body really gets him. It's likely the memories - knowing how your skin tastes, how soft your tits are and how hard your nipples can get, the pressure of your lips on his neck - that gets him even stiffer in his sweats.

He really underestimated the consequences of telling you to get your minge out. Should have thought about that.

"You're gonna kill me one day," he mutters as you get onto the bed with almost feline elegance. He walks a little closer. Meets you by the corner of his mattress. Doesn't object as you palm him through his sweats. Sighs into your touch. "God."

Perfectly poised to suck his dick, you both know that you could. He wants it. Wants it so badly he can't even begin to articulate a request.

But it's not about him. Not even when your lips press pretty kisses against the outline of his cock.

He's making you cum. He has to. Will die if he doesn't.

"On your back," he husks. "Spread your legs for me."

There's a pout on your lips, but you do as he says. When your back hits his sheets, your tits pillow on your chest, perfectly round and desperately in need of his lips around your nipples. Legs open for him, one of your hands dips to your pussy while the other cups one of your boobs. Middle and forefinger spreading your wet lips for him, you feign a little innocence.

"This what you want?"

All he can do is nod, eyes transfixed on just how good you look. Wetness seeps from you, covering you in the most glorious sheen. You're always so wet for him. So ready. So willing.

You massage yourself a little for him. Toy with your clit. Whine probably more than you really need to.

Standing at the end of his bed, cock furiously hard in the strained material of his sweats, Jeongguk wraps his hands around your ankles. Yanks you further down his bed. Gets you all giggly.

He doesn't loosen his grip straight away. Instead, he lifts your legs. Rests your heels on his shoulders. Reaches down to squeeze your boobs. Grunts. "Fuckin' tits, man."

You're grinning, still. "What of them?"

He shakes his head. Grins, too. "Fuckin' corrupted me."

"You want them in your mouth again, don't you?" You tease - but are quickly put back in your place when Jeongguk sinks a finger into your hot cunt. "Fuck."

"Keep playing with yourself," he says, before getting all shy. He's about to admit how much he likes your tits. Again . As if you don't already know. Cringes. Tilts his head to the side, nose nestling against your foot. Smiles. Looks back at you with shame and sin all over his starry features. Sinks a second finger into you. "Yeah, I wanna suck them. So fuckin' bad."

His fingers are slow as they work their way into you. In. Out. Push. Pull. It's heaven. Slow. Deep. Just like Jeongguk's eyes and the way they study the pleasure on your face. He's taking his time.

You draw dainty little circles on your clit, not wanting to take the focus away from the feeling of his fingers. The combination is lethal; the furrowing of Jeongguk's brows a trigger that could set you off at any given moment.

Something about his work ethic really gets you. He puts his all into the things he does. Wants to be the best. Endeavours to always get top marks. The way he's cramming for his exam? Yeah. It's hot. His determination? His drive? So incredibly sexy. It comes as no surprise that he's got similar prowess for making you come undone. He reads your body. Understands that the tight closing of your eyes is pleasure, not pain. Knows that the flexing of your calves against his chest, the pointing of your toes by his ears, means he's stroking at the right spot; curling his fingers just right.

His spare hand strokes up your leg. Grips your ankle, his thumb lacing itself beneath your anklet. Your head pushes back into his sheets, spine arching for him.

"Yeah?" he encourages as he continues stroking up against your front wall. "Does it feel good?"

Eyes still closed, you nod. Whimper.

A little more pressure on your clit would make you come. You aren't doing it 'cause you want this feeling to last, but you're already so close. He knows exactly how to get you on edge. Finds your weak points and exploits them for his own pleasure; the satisfaction of giving you an orgasm.

"Good," he husks, pressing his lips against the side of your foot, just cause he needs to do something with them. Fucks his fingers into a little deeper. Slower. Is dulcet as he says, "wanna fuck you so bad."

"Do it," you whine. "Fuck me. Please."

You can hear the tiny little nose breath he does as a soft smirk graces his lips. Can feel them against your foot as he shakes his head and whispers, "no."

You whine. Pout. "Gguk-"

But then he builds speed. Is so fast you can barely breathe let alone speak. Makes your entire body shake.

"That's it," he keens. "Keep rubbing your clit. You're gonna cum for me."

"Gguk."

"You're gonna cum."

Thing is, it's not a command. It's an observation. He can feel you getting tighter; feel the familiar clamp of your hot muscles against his long fingers. Knows that this is what precedes heaven on earth.

All you can do is nod. "Gonna cum."

Your hips roll up into his touch, desperate to be as full of him as you can be. As you press down on your clit, the way Jeongguk shallows his finger to directly hit your g-spot has you mewling. His fingers are fast as he repeatedly motions them upwards, the knot in your stomach growing tight and tighter and tighter - until, gradually, eventually, but all very suddenly, the rope snaps entirely.

Your orgasm washes over you like tidal waves, throbbing walls tightening around Jeongguk's fingers, your spare hand grabbing at his wrist to both stop him and keep him in place. It's too much and not enough all at the same time. You continue applying pressure to your clit as writhe in his sheets.

Jeongguk watches on, jaw slack, eyes hungry. He could watch this all day; how the creases between your brows don't ease, not even when your lips curl into a smile. How your chest heaves, and your legs jolt. God. He wishes you were a part of his exam. He'd pass with flying colours.

"You good?" He asks a little too fondly, smiling down at you.

Laughing to yourself a little, you cover your eyes with your forearm. Nod. "Good."

But you're also not done.

There's a plethora of sticky notes on his wall, and you're pretty sure Jeongguk hasn't had a release in a fair few days. He needs this more than you.

And so when you tell him to pick a sticky note, he doesn't waste time. Goes for one at waist level - figures you probably put it up, not him.

Turning back to face you, the sticky note affixed to his index finger as he reads it, his brows furrow. Face contorts. Head tilts to the side.

"What the fuck is an erotic accordion?"

—

"I don't ever wanna see you in that position again," Jeongguk shudders, decidedly not finding anything erotic about being positioned like a fucking accordion.

The mechanics of it all just do not do it for him. It's not even so much the awkwardness of you, but himself. Didn't like seeing himself in that position. Has never been so aware of his own legs during a shag. Weirded him out.

You snort. "Please - I think it was the least sexually attracted to you I've ever been."

Jeongguk toys with his lip ring, tattooed arm folded across his chest, sheets pooling just beneath his belly button. Back against his headrest, all of his pillows are on the floor. They'd just gotten in the way earlier.

You're on your back, legs up against his headrest, both mirroring and subverting his position. On top of the sheets, you're wearing one of his shirts to cover your modesty.

"So you admit it," he teases with a raise of his eyebrows as you look over towards him. Wish there were still pillows on his bed so you could hit him with one. "You do think I'm hot."

"Not when you're positioned like that," you tease right back.

It's all in good humour. Neither of you are taking any offence. The whole point of these sticky notes is to find out what you do and don't like - the erotic accordion? Yeah. You'll file that one under 'not again'.

Although the more Jeongguk thinks about it, the more open he is to it.

"Felt pretty good, though."

The position, which had been one of your sticky notes, involved him laying on his back with his knees to his chest. The thought of it now makes you giggle. He looked quite cute, all things considered. Submissive. Shy.

He's got that pensive face of his on, looking straight ahead at his desk. There's an assignment open on his dual screens, and he does need to get back to it soon, but he's making the most of a short break with you. 

His lips ring does the thing as he nibbles down on his bottom lip.

You move your leg a little to tap his head with your foot, getting his attention.

"Mhm?" he hums, eyes still unfocused.

"Did it really feel good?"

He nods. Looks at you now. Smirks, but tries to hide it. Shrugs his broad shoulders, collar bones catching on the light of his monitors. Dark outside, they're the only thing lighting up the room now that his lamp is turned off.

"Can't get that deep," he simply states. "There's, like, a lot going on around the tip. It's the most sensitive part, isn't it? So yeah."

You've always been a deep penetration girlie, but even you have to admit the shallowness of his cock pushing into only just your entrance before pulling out again felt really nice. Completely different to what you're used to - especially from him.

Glancing down his chest to where his hand rests over his crotch, you assess the situation. The sheets cover him, but you know he's a little hard beneath them.

You adjust slightly. Press your thighs together, heels against his wall.

With a hearty sign, you feign a little boredom. "Fine. I'll fuck you again."

"Sorry?" He almost giggles. Teeth on show, nose a little scrunched, he doesn't understand you, sometimes. Enjoys it, though. Likes how you aren't taking the sticky notes seriously.

It alleviates him of the pressure that would come with doing these things with anyone else, he thinks.

He knows that's the whole point of them - try these things with you, so that he doesn't have to fear rejection of asking for them with anyone else - but he's surprised at how well it seems to work.

Then again, he's not yet put any of them into practice.

Unaware of his complex thoughts, yours are far more simple: you're still horny.

The accordion really isn't all that erotic. You didn't finish. Didn't care for reciprocation, 'cause Jeongguk's got a wall full of sticky notes, and it's only just gone midnight. You know you'll be coming undone at least once more tonight - if Jeongguk's track record is anything to go by, it'll be plenty more.

Tapping his head with your foot again, you smile as his hand wraps around your ankle.

"Stop," he mumbles, nose resting on the top of your foot, lips pressing against the side of it.

You bite down on your bottom lip, a little flustered from heavenly his chocolatey eyes appear. He keeps his grip on your ankle and pulls it over his lap, encouraging your body to twist. Dragging you to straddle him, reverse cowgirl style, Jeongguk isn't shy about the fact he's hard again.

"You're so easy," you simper, slinking down like a cat, back a little arched, arms straight out ahead of you. His hands push his shirt up, and grips the soft flesh of your hips, pulling you a little further up his lap. You automatically find yourself grinding a little against him. Force of habit.

"Me?" He murmurs, gripping your ass now. He's a little rough with it. Fingers strong. You half think he's gonna spank you - but then he sinks his middle finger straight into your cunt. Still wet and wanting after the sex, Jeongguk enjoys teasing you. Likes keeping you keen. It's fun. He pulls the entire length of his finger out from you. Licks it clean. Keeps his hushed groan quiet. Fingers you again. Pulls out, again. The sound of him intruding and leaving is so satisfying. He does it again. Again, again. You're a little whimpery. "I'm the easy one?"

"Mhmm," you whine as he pushes into you again, still a single, long finger. He holds it there this time. "So easy."

The way you're positioned right now has him wanting to act on his ass-guy impulses. You kind of knew it would. He got you into this position far too easily for it not to have been something he's perfected over the years.

"Can I?" He husks, not wanting to ask the full question, hoping you'll understand.

You do. You know exactly what he wants. Wanna give him the green light without hesitation - but you're supposed to be helping one another.

"Ask properly," you say, voice contorted with the anticipation of pleasure. "Ask for what you want, Jeongguk."

"Mhh," he groans. The hand that isn't currently occupied with your pussy squeezes the soft mound of your ass. "I hate it when you make me do this."

It's almost like he's forgotten how often he makes you directly ask for things.

Your hips roll for him, Jeongguk's fingers still inside. Can't help but moan. "Gotta do it, Gguk. Gotta open yourself up for rejection."

He knows you won't say no. Knows rejection isn't on the table here, and yet he sort of worries about it, still. This is something he wants. Something he's expressed desire in; exclusively his.

Jeongguk lowers his head. Presses a kiss to where his hand was once squeezing your ass. Rests his forehead there. Groans.

"You know I want it," you husk, encouraging him. "All you gotta do is ask. Use your big boy words."

He just whines again. Is deliberately dramatic when he says, "Don't say shit like that, Byeol. I'll cum in my pants."

With a soft laugh, you turn back to look at him. Your faces are both partially obscured by the positioning of your body, but your eyes are able to meet. He's pouting. Eyes wide. Looks as if he's telling gospel truths.

"You're not gonna cum in your pants," you tell him, knowing he's a big fat liar. He's probably not even ready to go again, yet.

"No," he admits. "But I might die.

Rolling your eyes, you grin as you regain your former position. "So you want your dying words to be that of a coward, huh?"

He sighs. Knows you're right. Fucks his finger into you even deeper, stroking at your walls. Gets you a little whiney .

"Wanna eat your ass, " he gruffs, spreading your cheeks a little with his spare hand. You're on display for him, the tight muscle he's dying to get his tongue on just waiting there patiently; pristine. "Let me. Please ."

And then, quite unexpectedly, you free yourself from his grip. Pull away.

Turn to face him, and smile with a grin Jeongguk knows is trouble.

"No."

Lips hanging ajar, Jeongguk looks like he's just been hit in the chest with a paintball gun. He almost wants to question it - No? What do you mean no? - but he knows exactly what no means. Respects it. And yet he feels a little cheated.

"B..." is all he says, because, like, what the fuck? You'd practically been edging him. Forced him to ask .

"Gguk..." you tease back, obviously finding this far more amusing than he is.

His face is a picture, confusion contorting his features, silence speaking for him. It's the reaction you expected, but it makes you feel a lot more guilty than you had anticipated. It's not that you're trying to be a dick. You really did want him to do it.

But Jeongguk is also yet to face any form of rejection. The girls he's spoken to have been interested in him. Not once has he faced any sizable consequence to his questions or actions, and even though you know that asking to eat your ass isn't exactly the top of his issues, you have to reject him. Have to get him used to the feeling. Have to let him get comfortable with it.

He doesn't really know what to do. Purses his lips. Nods. Is obviously disappointed, but trying his best not to let it show.

You feel guilty. Come a little closer. Straddle his lap again, and guide his chin so that his gaze is directly on yours.

He resists at first. Is embarrassed. Feels all horrible inside. It's even worse that his cock is still hard. The entire thing is a bit mortifying. Doesn't wanna look at you, 'cause he feels stupid. Must have misread the situation. Idiot.

But he hadn't misread it all.

You hadn't planned on doing that. Just kind of had an impulsive thought - what if I do reject him? - and let it win.

"That was mean," he whispers so quietly that you almost don't hear it.

You nod, noses nudging against his. "It was."

"Say sorry," he pouts.

When you smile, a small giggle is held back. "I'm sorry. Should I kiss you?" you offer. He pulls you a little further up his lap. Makes you think a kiss is coming. "To say sorry?"

Closer, closer, closer. His nose nudges up against yours. He pauses. "No."

It's direct. To the point. Gets you in your chest a little. Rejection . Funny little thing.

"I wasn't trying to be a dick. There is a sticky note with it on, Koo," you begin to explain. Jeongguk hates how loopy that name makes his tummy feel. "It's gonna happen. I want it to happen."

Yet you didn't let it. He doesn't get it. Doesn't understand. It's a rare instance of your communication going awry.

"You made me ask," he mumbles, pouting. "And then you..."

You stay silent. Wait for him to figure it out. It takes only a second or so. You know he's cracked it when his thumbs begin to stroke against your skin like it normally does.

"And then I rejected you," you nod. Feel incredibly guilty about it now.

Living through rejection in times of vulnerability is important for him. He needs to process that it's okay; that rejection isn't automatic doom and gloom. That he can put himself out and not fear rejection - not because it will never happen, but because he can recognise that life goes on after it.

And it does. For now, though, he's still a little embarrassed.

"I hate that you did that," he says candidly, voice quiet, nose nestled against yours. Wants to stay close. Wants the comfort that comes with it. Eyes shut, his confidence feels shot to shit.

On a normal day, he'd probably not be so concerned about it all - however his emotions are running high. It's just the stress, but it's impacting all of his interactions.

"I'm sorry," you whisper.

"I know," he whispers right back. He genuinely does believe you are - but also believes you shouldn't have to apologise for saying no. "It's okay. 'No' is okay. You can say sorry for being a meanie, but that's all. Can't say sorry for saying 'no' , okay?"

Oh, you've never wanted to kiss him more. Give him the biggest, sweetest smooch for just being so inexorably endearing.

But you just nod. He'd said 'no' to kisses earlier.

Life goes on. Jeongguk knows this. Repeats it like an oath.

Life goes on. Life goes on. Life goes on.

"Two choices," he says. Pulls away a little. Wants to look in your starry eyes, and forget what just happened. "Choice one - we call it a night and get some sleep."

"Or?" you encourage, still feeling a little awful about the whole rejection thing.

"Or, choice two - you go and pick a sticky note, this time. We do whatever it says."

If there's one thing for certain, it's that you love a good redemption arc. Think this is a no-brainer. You hop off his lap without a second thought and pluck one off the wall at random.

Jeongguk bites down on his bottom lip as he watches you. His head is all over the place, but he knows one definite truth: you make things feel okay .

Embarrassment? It's null and void, with you. Sure, he feels it in the moment, but it always just simmers away. Disappears.

"So?" he asks, as you scan over the words of the note.

It's Jeongguk's handwriting. Is deserved, you think.

You turn it around for him to read, getting back into position on his lap. He welcomes you back, Holds your waist as you intrude on his personal space more - but is it really intruding if he's opening the door for you? Welcoming you in?

"Ah," he grins a little awkwardly. " That ."

" That ," you echo with a small giggle.

"You wanna do it?" he asks, a little cautiously this time.

You're so proud. 

He opened himself for rejection again . He can do it.

With a nod, and every muscle in your body willing your lips not to kiss him, you say, "yeah. I do."

Jeongguk grins even brighter, now. Has stars in his smile. Thoughts of twenty minutes prior don't bother him anymore.

"Alright," he sighs a little, as if he isn't secretly really keen for what's yet to come. "Let's get it."

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

[daisy-thetoxic]

DESERT ROSE | Kara Danvers

Fem gip spider girl- Phoebe Parker part 2

Part one

(I might make this into an actual Fic.)

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Fluff, mentions of intimacy, possessives, golden retriever x black cat.

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Phoebe grabbed the glasses from the cabinet as she helped Kara prepare dinner for her and her annual friends night.

When she started dating the blonde superhero, she didn’t realize how different her and Kara actually were, but that’s what made them perfect together.

Kara’s golden retriever energy lightening up the room, whole Phoebe black cat energy threatens anyone who dare disturb Kara.

“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” Kara tells her, walking to her as she came back from the living room.

“This is important to you, babe, I’m fine. Just your friends.” Phoebe muses as she was her won boss anyway, her and Lena going 50/50 on the company due to both of them being billionaires and well Phoebe loved working, especially photography. Reporting just came with the job.

Phoebe rolled up her sleeves, revealing the tattoos she had prior to getting bitten by a spider. Her black silk shirt matching her dark aesthetic as a silver necklace hanged from her neck. It was a matching one with Kara.

She had supergirls symbol while Kara had a spider. And the some of the many rings Kara got her her littered her fingers.

“You get the door, I got the pasta.” Phoebe tells her as her hair was in a lose pony tail, her black curls showing off.

Kara stiffened for a second, signaling she was listening to the footsteps walking towards her door.

“Just a sec.” Kara tells her, grabbing her face and pulling her in for a lingering kiss knowing Alex would be too over protective to let her kiss her girlfriend. Older siblings were a pain in the ass.

“Your cute.” Phoebe muses, watching her walk off before taking the Pasta out the oven, mixing the salad in a giant bowl with a salad grabber thing? Phoebe didn’t really pay attention to what Kara told her it was. Too busy staring at the blonde.

She brought it all the to the table as Kara greeted her friends, opening the door for them.

“It smells great, Kara!” Winn hums as the smell hits their noses.

“Thanks!” Kara smiles widely, proud of herself even though Phoebe had to make 99%, the on 1% helping put the cheese on the pasta. Phoebe didn’t mind as long as it made Kara happy.

“Hey Miss. Patera.” Winn greets her, still not used to seeing his boss outside of work.

“Please, Phoebe outside of work.” Phoebe tells him, giving him a brief smile before walking back into the kitchen.

“Damn.” Kelly mumbles to Kara as her, Lena, and Alex gawk at the woman who was currently grabbing wine from the cabinet.

“I know.” Kara tells her, starring at her girlfriend as she could practically hear the cocky smirk she was wearing.

“Babe? Could you bring the ranch in here?” Kara asks her as she walks towards the table, setting the napkins out once she breaks her trance.

“On it.” Phone calls back out, grabbing the sauce before walking into the kitchen. The wine bottle in her other hand as she sat next to Kara.

~~~

“Uno!” Kara calls out as she leans back into Phoebe, sitting in her lap as she played Uno with her friends.

Phoebe on her phone as she went online shopping, buying more things for Kara, who could see it.

“Attached to your phone, much?” James comments, narrowing his eyes at Pheobe. His comment creating unwanted tension.

“Have something to say?” Pheobe looks up at him, raising an eyebrow in a challenging way.

“It’s friends night.” James laughs, although no one laughs with him. “Phones aren’t typically allowed.”

“James-“ Kara glares at the man, annoyed with his constant jealousy.

“It’s fine, he’s right.” Pheobe hits order on her shopping cart which was really a bunch of stuff for Kara before putting her phone down.

Lena looks at Pheobe knowing the woman well enough, hiding her smirk.

Pheobe grabs the cards, shuffling them through her fingers, slightly showing off.

~~~

“Reverse. Reverse again, plus four, change the color to red and uno.” Pheobe calls out her cards as she sets it down before setting her last card down, winning the game, and leaving James with about 24 cards.

“Should have warned you she was a pro at Uno, banned her from playing.” Lena laughs, as James looks at his cards and back up at the woman who kicked his ass.

Kara stiffens as she hears something in the distance, police sirens and crashing. “Babe. could you help me get the mail?” Kara turns to her.

Pheobe focuses on her hearing, hearing the sirens too. “Of course.” Pheobe smiles, allowing Kara to get up before following her out.

“Are they?” Lena turns to Kelly who smirks. “Go little Danvers.”

“Hey hey hey, they did not sneak off to…” Alex shivers in disgust.

Before she could get up, super girl flies past the window, with Spidergirl swinging behind her, showing off as she flung past the window.

“That explains a lot.” Winn muses, putting two and two together.

“What? How?” James rushes to the window, watching them swing and fly off.

~~~

Pheobe lands on Kara’s balcony, roses in her hand as she takes off her mask, walking into the building.

“You didn’t-“ Kara walks over to her, bringing her in for a hug, making sure not to smoosh the flowers.

“Here, my love.” Phoebe’s Russian accent showing as she grabs a box from her pocket.

Kara’s eyes widen in pure happiness, making Phoebe smile at her. “Open it.” Phoebe tells her, setting the flowers in a vase.

Kara opened it to find a rose ring, decked out in diamonds as a sapphire sat in the middle.

“Babe- I-“ Kara’s words got stuck in her throat as she put the ring on her right ring finger.

Phoebe walks up behind her, wrapping her arms around Kara’s waist.

“You deserve the world, Mon amour.” Phoebe kisses her neck, her black of her suit contrasting to Kara’s pastel clothes.

Phoebe pulls Kara back into her as Kara lets her head fall back onto her shoulder, enjoying the attention.

Kara gasps softly, turning around so she was facing Phoebe. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” Phoebe smiles, pulling her in for a kiss, her hands trailing down to the blondes waist, gripping it.

“Show me.” Kara tells her softly against her lips. Getting a smirk from the spider superhero.

“Jump” Phoebe mumbles against her lips as Kara wouldn’t let them part for a second. Following the command Kara jumps, Phoebe grabbing her thighs for her legs to wrap around the superhero’s waist as Phoebe walks them into the bedroom, not disconnecting their lips for a second.

[icanseethefuture333]

whats the tea on if jyp really did stop chan from doing his live? then chan hinted he can actually do what he wants on bubble when it blew up on stay twitter? in quite a passive aggressive manner 👀

"Oh um... I mean cus I can't do Chan's room anymore so um- I know, I want to react to it but company says no, sorry, yeah."

Before I shuffle... I honestly believe this was going to happen after Chan vented in his last "Chan's Room" when he said a rookie group didn't bow to them when they walked past nor greeted them with respect and chose not to acknowledge them. Chan was 100% right for being upset. Everyone knows in Korea that honorifics is a big deal there, so to disrespect your seniors at work / elders in general, it's really bad on whoever that group was. However, the way he handled it was really irresponsible. To state publicly without saying who the group even was and leaving it to his fans to spectaculate, he didn't take in consideration on how his fans were gonna react afterwards. He should know that Kpop fans in general are very defensive and protective over their idols, they will always go to the extreme, so him being upset at their behavior (for example, Stays attacking IVE and assuming they were the group that didn't show Stray kids respect by bowing, when there was no fucking proof it was them). It's like... What do you expect? Then now, he said the company won't allow him to do "Chan's Room" anymore (probably because he said too much and caused so much uproar). Then fans showed up at the JYP building to protest for Chan to be allowed again to do "Chan's Room" again and Chan complained on Bubble that they're not helping the situation. So really the point of all of this of what I'm trying to say is, that Chan just needs to acknowledge that this is his fault in a way. He should be able to speak his truth, but he is not in a position or industry or in a company, where that is even allowed. Chan knows how strict they are over there. If he was like a Korean hip hop artist or from an independent label, it wouldn't matter then what he says. Or let's say he was in a group like KARD for example, BM is known for saying whatever the hell he wants, but he can do that because he is not under a prestigious company, he's popular but everyone knows KARD is considered a nugu group. So either Bang Chan sucks it up and accept this is the consequences of his own actions and if he continues to behave this way, it's gonna keep causing controversy or negative attention on him.

Channeled song: Under Pressure by Queen ft. David Bowie

"Pressure coming down on me"

First things first... To confirm on what the actual truth is here... It's a yes that JYP is not allowing Chan to do "Chan's Room" anymore. They are not happy with him, he is also not happy with them. Bang Chan lost the fight, he lost the battle on being able to keep doing "Chan's Room", which caused a big argument. So there's a lot of conflict going on. Now... To figure out why he's been so adamant about speaking his mind is because he wants change. Bang Chan just really wants change it seems. I feel like he doesn't like how much he's being controlled in some aspects. Chan wanted more freedom and have the ability to be closer to his fans. I honestly believe that "Chan's Room" was therapeutic in a way for him. It gave him the space to express himself and put himself more in the spotlight with The Star card. He felt the interactions with his fans were more pure and genuine. I also think that Bang Chan felt like he had more people in his circle when he did the lives? It made him feel like he had more "friends" it seems. He could have been feeling very lonely, so by doing "Chan's Room" it gave him comfort. Dare I say he's been kind of acting "delulu"? Like he's deluding himself into think he has this connection and friendship with his fans. When it is not like that and it's more of a parasocial relationship. Then when stays behave and react to his words, it's like he remembers all of a sudden he's a leader of a group, not their friend. So it's like he acts like a parental figure for them and scolds them when they do something bad, but also it's that Chan kind of snaps out of it and realizes that his fans can't be his friends that he's wanting so badly. So when they cross the boundaries, he gets mad. When really, he's just mad at the situation behind scenes, and he's also really mad at himself. Bang Chan is upset at the lack of control he feels, he has a lot of fucking leg room in comparison to other idols, we all know that, let's be honest, but - outside of his job, Chan just feels he can't voice his mind, his feelings, and how he wants friends, he wants a family, he wants a partner, etc. So I feel like he enjoys being a idol, of course, but like most idols he is upset at the lack of ability to be honest and form stable relationships. For how he feels about "Chan's Room" being canceled, Chris is very sad about it with the Three of Water reversed. He feels like he lost the one thing where he has an outlet. Where he was able to celebrate and find joy or comfort. I asked if "Chan's Room" could ever come back, I got The Empress so it's a yes. Chris could tell someone in his company who is very nurturing towards him and he goes to them for advice or love. So this person feels like a "2nd mom" to him and if he tells them how much this means to him, then they will be able advocate for him to get him to do the lives again. But that is a smaller aspect of what this card means. I feel there is something much bigger here? Everything has been such a chain reaction and Bang Chan has been wanting change, so he's getting it now. He will find something else that will be more emotionally fulfilling and make him happy. It will be something that's creative and allow him to pursue a new passion. I am unsure what exactly that thing is ... but it will be good for him :)! The outcome for Chan overall is the Mother of Air. Bang Chan is gonna receive more power and clarity from this situation. I believe the person I mentioned earlier could help him with this. They could be a senior idol or someone he worked with at JYP. I'm being reminded of Sunmi honestly or someone who is connected to Sunmi, perhaps a former member of Wonder Girls as well? I know that Yeeun and Yubin were also air signs since Sunmi is a Taurus (Yeeun also known now as Ha:tfelt is a Gemini and Yubin is a Libra). This is interesting, I would like to see how this artistic endeavor pans out.

For clarification cards, I got Ace of Earth and Ace of Air. So Chan is aware that this is the consequences of his own actions lol. He just has to get over his ego first. He will find stability and figure out how to be more grounded with his emotions in the future. There will be a business opportunity presented to him that he's gonna take. Perhaps he will sign a new legal contract with this earth and air combination (I'm being reminded of the energy of the members from Wonder Girls again. Since two members were earth signs and the other two were air signs). If Chan has more patience, he can overcome this burden he's been feeling and will be able to attract more prosperity once he heals and connects to his higher self. There could also be something that will happen to him, that will be similar to what happened to Wonder Girls. Or it could just mean they will be a mentor for him or be considered an inspiration.

Channeled song: Why So Lonely? by Wonder Girls

"Baby why I'm so lonely

I'm so desperate, but you're not

Baby no, my heart

I don't know when you will leave me (Tell me why)

What are they? Your feelings

What are they? I love you so much

But I hate this suffocating feeling"

[heliads]

Leave It

Based on this request: "male reader gets hurt and try to hide it, but nikolai sees it and is worried about him, so he tries to help the reader, and it ends with confession of their feelings"

masterlist

The wind whips cold and dark above the battlefield. This close to the Ravka-Fjerda border, the air is always gray and thin, cutting to the quick. The Fjerdans should be pleased to know that their climate will kill you even if their soldiers cannot.

You won’t be under attack for a while, though. You shouldn’t, at least. You’re still on the Ravkan side of the border. That doesn’t stop some of your fellow soldiers from stalking back and forth in the snow, all but daring the enemy to materialize and shoot you where you stand. They are blustering idiots in need of a scare, but you get the feeling they’ll get that soon enough.

After all, they’re not truly without fear, not really. You are soldiers drafted to protect your kingdom. There is no way you will leave this fight without shedding at least a little blood. If you do not die, then it will be one of your friends, and that is both better and worse depending on how strongly you let your heart speak for you.

A commotion of boots stalking through permafrost signals that you’re no longer alone. You don’t have to turn your head to recognize the pattern of footsteps nor the rhythm of the walk.

“My prince,” you remark by way of greeting.

Nikolai Lantsov rolls his eyes. “Always so formal, Y/N. Can’t we skip to the part where you’re threatening to steal my rations because I didn’t shine my boots to company standards? It’s what everyone else has done.”

You grin to yourself. “I’m not everyone, Nikolai.”

“Don’t I know it,” he says, although judging by his tone, he’s quite pleased with that.

So you managed to befriend a prince in your time serving in Ravka’s troops. It came as a shock to you as well, to be sure. You had already been in the 22nd Regiment for about three months before Nikolai came along. It wasn’t a whole lot of time, but it still gave you a bit of superiority in address that he didn’t have when he was still as green as the grass he left behind in Os Alta.

Nikolai rose up quickly through the ranks, though. He has this way of winning anyone over, even the most hardened of the captains and generals. You suppose that’s a sign that he would make a decent king, or at least be able to try his luck at politics if Vasily doesn’t die before Nikolai grows too old to ascend to the throne.

In all his time of regaining status, though, Nikolai only seems more determined to make you like him. Any advantage you had over him regarding leadership favoritism is long gone now, but that doesn’t seem to matter. Nikolai still chooses your company over that of any other soldier. Even now, when he could be off messing around with the other servicemen, he’s out standing in the cold with you.

He’s been like that since the beginning, actually. It’s as if Nikolai marked you out as a primary target the day he arrived at camp and won’t give up until he’s crossed some imaginary finish line of friendship in his head. 

He’s damn good at it, too. You were dead set on not letting him charm you as quickly as the others, but Nikolai found his way into your head regardless of what you decided. He did it slowly, carefully, a master bluffer playing his cards just right. He signed up for the bad watch times with you, so it wasn’t just one boy up at dawn watching empty fields but two. He always chose you as a partner for those awful training drills, even if it would have benefitted him more to keep switching out people to network as much as possible.

Maybe, if Nikolai were to have one political misstep, he would be content with letting it be you. He always seemed to have more fun that way, at least. And when is Nikolai ever pleased if he’s not going about things his way? Stupid boy, to enlist as infantry instead of letting his royal lineage rise him to an officer’s established and bloodless spot. Brave would-be king, to give his people one fewer reason to hate him.

No, you suppose you couldn’t ever hold him back. Not forever, at least. Nikolai seems to know this and appreciate it, too, so you gave up that battle long ago. Now it’s just the two of you against the world, or at least it will be until his tour of duty ends and you’re alone again.

That, at last, is what made you fear friendship with him the most. It’s one thing to become as close as brothers with another village craftsman or scholar, someone you have a decent chance of finding again once you’re done slinging guns in the name of Ravkan soil.

Nikolai, though? Prince Nikolai? He will leave you behind in the icy dust and never think of your name again. In your place, he will meet a thousand princesses and noblemen, and if he ever muses over past war memories, it will only be that of long-gone days and misplaced faces. He is yours for a very brief time now, and then never will be again.

Nikolai doesn’t have to know that’s what you’re thinking, though. He just has to entertain your friendship now while he’s got it, so both of you can pretend that it isn’t going to end just as abruptly as it started.

So you force yourself back into the present moment, the snow, him looking back at you. “Got any exciting plans for the day?” You joke to him.

Nikolai chuckles. “Oh, tons. I think I’m going to start out my morning with some light meditation, then maybe a few rounds of intellectual discussion with my fellow man. In all honesty, though, I’ll probably just be watching those idiots get in trouble.”

Nikolai jerks his chin towards the soldiers still goofing around near the border. Their shouts are loud, too loud for what is supposed to be a peaceful holding of the line. If they’re not careful, they’re going to get themselves killed.

Killed. The word echoes around your brain for a touch too long, and you stare around the snowy forests, wondering what’s suddenly got you feeling so uneasy. It’s not just Nikolai’s laughing comments getting to you, it’s something else. Something like the sensation that you might not be alone any longer.

Shots ring out seconds later. Nikolai grabs for you, pushing you down to the snow and behind cover. His breath is hot over you as he scans the white hills for any signs of the sudden attackers. “I take it back,” he whispers in gasps, “I shouldn’t have said a damn thing about trouble. We’ve certainly got it now.”

You nod, trying to keep your breathing steady. Your gun is in your hand seconds later, and one glance towards Nikolai confirms he’s done the same. You can make out three figures of Fjerdan soldiers moving through the snow. One of the Ravkan men is on the ground, but you think you see movement. The other is screaming for aid. You pop up quickly from behind the snowdrift and take a shot at one of the moving shapes. You see a spray of red, but he doesn’t go down. Not yet.

“Good shot,” Nikolai whistles after you come back down, “nailed him in the arm, I think.”

You shake your head, murmuring swears under your breath. “Would have been better if I could get him in the heart.”

“Let me do that for you,” he grins, cocky as ever even when you’re under imminent attack.

Nikolai stands up, taking careful aim. You peer over the top of the snowdrift and see the Fjerdan you’d hit go down in a flash. One of his comrades comes out from behind a stand of trees and you fire at him, too. This time, you don’t miss.

“We’re tied, then?” Nikolai challenges.

You grin even as you take aim at another enemy soldier. “That’s two,” you say, pulling the trigger. It isn’t a lie, and the Fjerdan collapses in an untidy heap of limbs.

Nikolai pivots slightly, chasing something to even the score, and while he targets a man to his right, you see someone else to his left. He’s already raising his gun, and you only have time to push Nikolai to the ground before the shots rattle out. Several strike the snow in front of you, but one hits you.

You don’t think Nikolai saw it, because he’s still firing even from his reduced vantage point, but you can feel the gunshot like a firebrand forced against your shoulder. Saints, it hurts like death itself. You try to clamp an arm over the wound to stop the bleeding, but you can tell that it will only do so much.

Nikolai notices you shift slightly and frowns. “Y/N, are you hurt?”

There is nothing he can do right now, so you shake your head. “Focus on the fight.”

Nikolai’s brow furrows, and he stares at you further. “No, you’re hurt, aren’t you? I can see blood in the snow. Y/N, show me.”

You hesitate a second longer, and his eyes grow wide with imagined fears of lungs shot out and hearts pierced. “Show me,” he repeats.

You relent at last. It’s not bad, just a wound to the shoulder, and the bullet only clipped you. So you tell him, at least, but Nikolai doesn’t seem all that inclined to let you go that easily.

“We have to get you back to camp,” he says, “come, you can lean on my arm. I’ll get you to the medic.”

You shake your head firmly. “We have to get rid of the threat first.”

Your fingers are still tight around your gun, and you move to straighten up and fire again, but Nikolai stops you, pulling you back down beside you once again.

He’s frustrated, one hand clawing through the pressed gold wire of his hair. “Why won’t you just let me help you?”

You let out a harsh breath. It ends up as a sigh. “Because–”

Because he’s a prince and you’re not. Because, at the end of the day, your entire damn regiment is there for one purpose and one purpose only. It’s not to defend Ravka, it’s to defend him. You’ve never had a problem with it before. In fact, the only one who seems to want to challenge that is the very Lantsov you’re meant to be saving.

You cannot say any of that, of course, but you think Nikolai gets it anyway. His jaw is set. “I’m not letting you get hurt again.”

“Then help me kill the rest of these soldiers,” you plead.

Nikolai still looks like he’d rather drag you back through the snow to base by himself, but you’re just as stubborn as he is, so he caves at last and joins you in taking out the rest of the Fjerdans in quick, efficient shots. The moment the last of them are gone, he grabs you around the waist and helps you to stand.

“Healer. Now,” he says. You don’t exactly have a lot of other options, so you let him help you out. You’ve lost a fair amount of blood by now, and the amount of scarlet staining the snow makes Nikolai’s first step almost as wobbly as yours. He manages to pull himself together in a second, though, and you’re at the camp medic before you know it.

Nikolai doesn’t leave the whole time they’re stitching you up. His brow is furrowed, and he denies every single soldier who tries to come up and talk to him. His attention will not be dragged from you until he knows that you’re going to be alright.

He waits until the last of them are gone to finally say what’s on his mind. You can tell that he’s been stewing over it for a while, what you didn’t say back there on the battlefield.

“Let me love you,” he says, “Please.”

Princes aren’t meant to ask for things. They demand and they are satisfied. Nikolai is not asking you this as a royal, though. At this moment, he is a boy, a bastard, and he wants to be loved. He will love you regardless of what you say back to him. All that he can gain from this is someone else’s opinion of him, and Saints know he gets enough of those already.

You exhale slowly. This isn’t going to last. Of course it won’t. Still, you have just enough time that you think you’d like to try.

“Alright,” you say, “I can do that.”

When he smiles, you think you can do just about anything. It’s a good thing that you’ll have Nikolai there with you to make sure of that.

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[bangtansmauyeondan]

THIRTY-FIVE | S03 E03 — Can You Keep a Secret?

Pairing: In-Studio Director!Jungkook x Stage Director!Fem Reader

Genre: rivals au, social media au, frenemies to lovers, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, crack.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of abandonment, alcohol consumption, harmless scheming, dare, bet, smut

Summary: It has always been the battle of the best between you and your college rival, Jungkook. What happens when years later, you cross paths again working for the same network broadcasting company, and the competitive flame is rekindled? Well, a whole new drunken bet that determines your futures wasn’t in your line of vision but here you are… and you have until 35.

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Taehyung hung up the receiver on the security phone and heaved out a heavy sigh. His head throbbed and he winced at the pain everytime he shut his eyes. This is probably the worst hangover he’s had so far and he couldn’t even bring himself to get out of the couch all day. It’s a good thing he had no schedule for the rest of the week because of the grave weather at the shooting location.

His own security team that closely works with his apartment building’s security just informed him that you’re there to see him and they asked him to give it clearance before sending you on your way up to his penthouse. He made a mental note to give you your own elevator keycard, so that you wouldn’t have to go through his security for a visitor’s card every time you visit him.

He looked up when he heard the elevator ping, signaling that you’ve reached the penthouse, so he sauntered over to the hall to greet you. The disappointment written all over your face could not be hidden even through his drunk bleary eyes. “Hey, beautiful…” He leaned in for a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek, but you were quick to step away.

“Are you okay to talk, or still too drunk to process everything around you?” You snapped at him. Irritated is not even the correct word to describe how you feel towards Taehyung at the moment. Were you annoyed? Angry? Mad? Pissed? Taehyung seemed to sense your emotions and stepped closer to you, taking your hands. “Tae…” you pulled your hands back and walked over past him, to the couch. “Can we please sit down and talk for a bit?”

“Okay, what is it you wanna talk about?” Tahyung sat opposite you on one of the loveseats.

“You didn’t have to go to my work place, you know? My boss had to summon me in his office this morning because you barged in there drunk. How did you even get past the security?”

Taehyung sighed, not expecting that to be the first thing that you wanted to talk about. He was hoping you’re gonna wanna talk about where you stand in your relationship, because he’s dying to make it official. “I had my security deal with them and only left the car when they gave me the clearance. Why weren’t you there? Did you have a fun sleepover with Jungkook and your bestfriend?” Taehyung’s words were laced with sarcasm.

“Stop. Don’t do this right now, Tae.”

“You’re the one who wanted to talk though,” he hunched over and pouted like a teenager.

“Okay, I’m gonna talk, and you will listen.” You’re never really the one to not stand your ground. You tend not to care about who you’re talking to as long as you know you’re not in the wrong. “I'm just gonna jump in and lay the cards on the table… If you’re looking for someone who will jump into a relationship with you right now, I’m not that person, Taehyung.” You sighed. “I’ve been really enjoying your company and really taking the time to get to know you better, but I don’t think we already know each other well enough to jump into a serious relationship.”

“Why?” Taehyung straightened up on his seat, eyes widening like saucers, staring at you. “You wanna get to know me better? Then stay, don’t leave my side.”

“That’s exactly why; I’m a grown-up, I have work to do and people to talk to. You don’t expect me to babysit you,” you said calmly. “I can’t just stay at your beck and call, and you can’t follow me around.”

Taehyung stood up and sat beside you on the couch, capturing your hand between his. “It’s not like that and you know it,” desperation noted in his voice. “I just want you close, especially since you were mobbed by the fansites.”

“I wasn’t mobbed. It wasn’t like that,” you pulled your hand away.

“Yn, you are really hurting my feelings right now,” Taehyung said, almost whispering, and something tugged on your heartstrings. Was it guilt? Were you too harsh on him?

“Look, I’m sorry. I just don’t want people to get the wrong idea,” you bit your lip guiltily. “Let’s be friends for now, shall we? Let’s just have fun and take our time to get to know each other better.”

“Is that really what you want?” Taehyung looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Yes. I don’t wanna get mad at you for the stunt you pulled at my workplace; but also don’t want any pressure to come between us. Let’s just enjoy each other’s company and see how it goes. We don’t have to force anything right now.”

“Okay,” the corners of Taehyung’s lips lifted in a timid smile. “I’m okay with that, as long as that’s what you want.” He conceded.

“Okay… now, I’m a bit parched and hungry, do you want to order some greasy food to get rid of that bad hangover?” You smiled up at him and his heart instantly melted.

He’ll let you have your way this time, so he just flashed his charismatic boxy smile at you and pulled out his phone to order your late dinner.

***

You’re no stranger to stadiums and arenas, with the amount of concerts and live shows that you have worked on and directed. But attending a concert, particularly seated at the VIP suite is new to you. You’re usually either in the control booth or on the side of the stage, conducting the whole thing. It was a perfect evening for you too considering Byul has joined your team that week so pretty much just like Jungkook and Mingyu, you now have someone to share the workload with when it comes to the morning show and you’re no longer that exhausted by the time the sun sets. Champagne and hors d'oeuvres kept pouring in and the energy in the arena was electric. It was also the first time that you went out with your college friends in such a long time, so you’re feeling a little young, refreshed, and energetic.

Joshua, Jeonghan and Jungkook were engrossed in a conversation behind you, while DK and Mingyu were screaming their lungs out, cheering on the band, of which one member also happens to be one of your friends from college, Yeonjun. The ladies, Rain, Sohyun, and Mingyu’s wife Yuri, sat with you by the glass balcony sipping champagne and basking in the atmosphere, taking it all in.

There was a momentary kerfuffle by the door when a group of men came in, some dressed casually and some in suits like they’re part of the secret service. You knew it was Taehyung and his team, because your eyes met the moment he stepped into the area. His gaze pierced right through you, and it doesn’t take a genius to tell that he’s already had too much to drink before arriving late at the concert.

Just then, you felt a tap on your shoulder and found Jungkook leaning in, lips inches away from your ear. The action made your breath hitch for some reason. “Did you know he would be here?”

“Huh?’ You heard him loud and clear, but your hazy brain refused to acknowledge what he said after it was overwhelmed by the light scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of beer he had been nursing.

“Taehyung… he’s here. Are you aware?” He repeated after clearing his throat. You found DK looking back at you the exact moment too, clearly asking you the same thing, communicating through his eyes.

“Yes, I know. I’m aware. He told me the other day.” You didn’t miss the way that Jungkook and DK gave each other a knowing look. “It’s okay, guys, the band’s manager invited him. He’s not stalking me,” you chuckled making light of the situation.

It has been a few days since you swung by Taehyung’s penthouse to give him a piece of your mind. It’s also been a few days since you started backtracking and assessing yourself with the way you communicate with people. You’ve been accepting all his invitations to go out, and have been welcoming him everytime he would drop by your place. You allowed him to hug you and you even allowed him to kiss you on the cheek. You grew up around boys, and your friends consisted mostly of male, so a hug or a kiss, especially in greeting, were considered normal and casual enough for you. But, is it the same with Taehyung? Did he get the wrong idea?

That night when you went to his penthouse, you laid down all the cards and drew the line on where you stand. You’re not his girlfriend. He’s not your boyfriend. He can’t keep on following you around and taking control of your life, questioning you every time you go out with your other friends and coworkers. You both agreed, problem solved. So how come when you excused yourself to go to the washroom, he took it as a cue to follow you out of the VIP suite and down the hall, demanding to know who those people you’re sitting with are?

“They’re my friends, Tae,” you answered nonchalantly as you continued to trudge down the long hall towards the washroom.

“Mostly men? How come I don’t know them?” His bloodshot eyes staring you down as he kept up with your pace. “I could only spot a few familiar faces.”

“What’s the issue if they’re mostly men?” You’re growing irritated, not just by Taehyung’s incessant questioning, but the way he’s walking too close to you, making the distance between you and the wall smaller by the second.

“Is one of them your boyfriend? Do you sleep around, Yn?”

“Excuse me?” You glared at him, making him scoff. You didn’t like his accusatory tone nor what he had just insinuated, but you’re also 100% aware that he’s drunk and arguing with him is a game you didn’t want to play. “You know what, just go back to the suite, Taehyung. I’m done talking with you.”

“Well, I’m not done with you.” You gasped loudly when Taehyung grabbed you by the arms and slammed you against the wall, the back of your head slightly bouncing against it at the impact. “Why do you keep on rejecting me, huh?”

His fingers dug into your flesh as he pressed his body against you. “Taehyung, let go of me, what the hell?!” He buried his face on the crook of your neck, breathing heavily as your name slipped out of his lips. “Taehyung, stop.” You tried to wiggle out of his grip and push him away, but he’s too strong and your choice of footwear did not give you the necessary leverage.

“No,” Taehyung sneered. “Who do you think you are, Yn? Walking into my house, ordering me to just listen while you talk?” Taehyung said through gritted teeth. “Who do you think you are huh? Anyone would be begging to be with me, and yet you keep on rejecting me?”

“Maybe because–” Your words got caught between your lips when Taehyung’s body suddenly skidded across the floor. “Oh my god!” Your hand flew to your chest, breathing heavily, as you reached for the wall with the other to steady yourself.

Before Taehyung’s brain was able to register what was going on, Jungkook had already taken him by the collar with both hands and effortlessly slammed him against the wall, “Kim Taehyung, you son of a bitch.” You’ve never seen Jungkook this angry before. His gaze was sharp and menacing, and every word he uttered sounded venomous.

“MY FRIEND!” Taehyung laughed at Jungkook’s face despite the situation he found himself in. “Go on, hurt me!” He challenged smugly. “I have an agreement with your company, and you’re gonna find yourself declaring bankruptcy if you ever touch me with your fingertips.”

“You idiot,” Jungkook spat back. “You have an agreement with my company, you don’t have an agreement with me.” Taehyung flinched when Jungkook fisted the wall beside his face. “We’re not within company premises.” Taehyung’s expression changed ever so slightly, realizing what Jungkook just said. “Get out of this place and do not ever come near Yn again. If you do, I’m gonna tip off every media outlet with the CCTV footage–” he grabbed taehyung’s hair and turned his head to the direction of the security camera, “and I’m gonna end your career until YOU end up declaring bankruptcy.” He shoved Taehyung down so hard that the latter found himself stumbling to keep himself from falling on the floor face down.

Taehyung collected himself and threw you a glance one more time before walking away, grumbling to himself.

You were still rooted to your place in shock at what just happened in front of you.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook’s gentle voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You didn’t realize you were shaking until Jungkook took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. “Yn, did he hurt you?”

“N-no, no… I’m fine,” you let out a sigh of relief before you reached out and touched Jungkook’s arm. “Th-thank you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook squeezed your hand, letting you know it’s okay.

“Can I ask you for a favor though?” You asked almost hesitantly.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Can you keep it a secret for now?” You looked down on the floor. “It’s just that everyone is having fun at the concert, and I don’t want to ruin the–”

“Okay,” Jungkook nodded with a smile, understanding what you meant instantly. His heart clenched yet again in admiration of your thoughtful personality. Here you were, almost getting assaulted, yet you didn’t want others to know and possibly ruin their evening. “I got it, Yn,” he smiled warmly at you. “Do you wanna slip to the washroom quickly before we go back inside? I’ll wait for you right here.”

You nodded and smiled back at him, before making a beeline to the washroom. He waited for you to slip inside before leaning back on the wall, staring up at the ceiling, and letting out a heavy sigh. He couldn’t imagine what would have happened had he not acted on instinct when he saw Taehyung following you outside of the suite. One thing’s for sure though, he will never let Taehyung come near you ever again.

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A/N — I was in the VIP Suite during Seventeen’s concert in Manila, and it has a different entrance from the regular sections, but the lack of security in the area boggled my mind. So what transpired between Taehyung and YN in the hall could happen without any security personnel around to stop it. *cringe* Anyway… I hope you liked this update! Any thoughts? :)

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Spending another night with Patrick seemed to intrigue you but, you noticed something different, something that you didn't appreciate, at all. He was becoming more mean and severe than he already was. The way he treated you, all the things he said, well, you couldn't get them out of your head. His heart was just.. cold. Bateman wasn't bringing you anymore at the dinners with his co-workers, and you, with that delicate mind of yours, ingenuously thought that he simply found someone else, maybe a blonde model, yeah, definitely his type. You hated that kind of woman, not because of the work though, it was because of their attitude. They were always so fucking mean! And that time, one of Patrick's ex-fiancées reminded you that.

"Oh my! Patrick! Is that you?" A tall, no, a very tall, blonde woman distracted you from watching the balls positioned triangularly on the billiard table. You turned to see an "hardbody", that's how Patrick and his co- workers called them, standing near to your boyfriend. "Hello." He responded quickly giving her a bright smile, a smile that never reached his eyes. You walked away, deciding to join Patrick's co-workers boring conversation. They were talking about suits, business cards, hardbodies and drugs, you felt so disgusted that it was even hard to hide it. You nodded or giggled whenever they glanced at you, one of them even tried to get your number but he was too drunk and you didn't understand any of his words. "You look lonely." A good-looking guy patted your shoulder, making you turn to have a proper look at him. He had slicked-back hair just like Patrick and he was the only one of his "friends" who wasn't drunk. You smiled timidly at him feeling a bit embarrassed because of the frustrating situation. "I'm Paul Allen, nice to meet you.." The guy in front of you shook your hand and you immediately reciprocated the greeting. "Y/n! My name is Y/n."

"Such a pretty name." Allen smirked caressing your shoulder.

You and Paul have spent the time talking about restaurants and work and you couldn't deny that he was funny even though he kept calling Bateman a loser. "Why don't we dine at Dorsia one day? I can get a reservation so easily." You widened your eyes at that affirmation. Dorsia? That was the restaurant that literally hated Patrick, every time he tried to get a fucking reservation, it ended up very bad. You patted his shoulder and gave him a bright smile. "Sounds great!" Allen smirked and started caressing your waist, at first you felt uncomfortable but then you realized that Patrick was still talking to that blonde woman. After deciding to drink a little more, you ordered a beer with Paul, even though you knew it was wrong, his company seemed nice. But when you almost finished the beer you felt someone hand patting your shoulder, making you turn.

The fake smile that had formed on Patrick's lips made you almost fall of the chair. "Allen." He started, almost gritting his teeth. "Halberstram! Great to see you!" You were so confused. Who the fuck was Halberstram? You finally decided to look up at Bateman, asking for an explanation, but when your innocent eyes met his serious ones, you immediately turned away. They kept talking about work for a while and you were shaking erratically. "So you met Y/n, huh?" Patrick questioned, smiling mischievously. "Yeah, such an angel. Isn't she?" Allen answered, definitely daring him. Your fiancée didn't expect that, but he decided to now show it, in fact, he just chuckled in reply. "We need to talk." You finally said, trying to sound as possible as you could. He roughly took your hand and brought you in the bathroom before closing the door behind the two of you. You couldn't do nothing but keep your eyes on the floor, because you knew that the death stare he was giving you would have killed you in a second.

"So? Not so confident now huh?" You started to tremble again at the sound of his angry tone hitting your pretty frame. "Patrick, this needs to stop." You managed to say, holding back your tears. At your affirmation, Bateman raised his eyebrows and got closer to you. "The fuck is wrong with you, Y/n?" You immediately look up to met his cruel gaze that was waiting for an answer. The situation was getting even more tense, he seemed to notice your disappointment but he didn't care, he was too busy focusing on your reaction. "What is wrong with me? You're treating me like I am one of those blonde hardbodies! Do you think I'm happy knowing that i'm not the only one you sleep with?" You didn't even expect to have the courage to finally confront him, in fact, everything vanished when his eyes became dark just like his diabolical mind. Patrick seemed to be intrigued by your bratty attitude, or at least, that's how he called it, he almost found it funny. When you saw the small smirk on his lips you couldn't do nothing but react in a drastic way. "Oh, you think it's funny. Well, maybe when you'll realize that other people's feelings are important too, I might consider the idea of spending time with you." You reached the door, before trying to open it, completely forgetting that he locked it. "Patrick, open the door!" You turned to face him, and unexpectedly he did as he was told.

"You're free to leave, I don't care anymore."

It was almost two in the morning and you spent the time ordering water and calling yourself stupid because of that awkward night. You were the only one sitting at the barstool, or at least, that's what you thought before you heard someone voice from behind, ordering whiskey. You were mentally cursing yourself for recognizing that dead voice. "That's the guy?" The bartender murmured, chuckling a bit. You smiled, looking at the glass you were holding. "Yep." You rolled back your eyes, feeling him getting closer to your seat, you could almost feel his hot breath tickling your skin. You got up, since you weren’t in the mood of having another argument and reached the billiard table. You touched the green material, admiring the soft fabric, you always were interested in those kind of games. Your eyes were captured by the colored balls in front of you and you didn’t notice Patrick getting closer to you. Bateman downed the whole drink in one gulp as he stood behind you. "Why are you still here?" You immediately tried to turn, but he pressed you even closer to the table that you almost fell. You closed you eyes, deciding to remain calm and impassive. "Why do you ask?" You couldn’t do nothing but feel small because of his strong arms that were caressing your whole body. He moved your hair to the side, exposing your inviting neck, as you widened your angelic eyes. "Patrick.. I’m serious.." Your frustrated tone made him chuckle and lean to your ear. "Does it look like I’m not?" He whispered softly as he began kissing down your neck slowly, trailing his lips across your collarbone while wrapping his hands around your waist.

"Please.. Patrick.." You let out a soft moan, throwing back your head from the unexpected pleasure. "Please what? What do you want, slut?" He continued before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. Your back arched like a cat at that strange sensation, he felt like poison, something that made you felt bad but amazing at the same time. He was like a drug, you needed him. "Please.. Mmmh! I don’t want them to see us like this.." Bateman smiled mischievously at you before continuing his assault on your delicate skin.

"Hmm... Is that so?" His questions were setting you on fire, his teasing was just too much to handle. "So you don’t want this?" Patrick grabbed your pretty ass before squeezing it. You bit your lower lip, trying to suppress a moan but failing miserably. That was too much for you, that innocent little mind of yours couldn’t handle that teasing anymore, you were constantly thinking about how much that felt so wrong, but your body was enjoying everything about it. Maybe you were just as crazy as him?

"Get on your knees." His low voice ordered, sending goosebumps all over your frame. After sighing, you turned and did as you were told while he was already unbuckling his belt along with his expensive underwear. His cock sprung out all tall and needy. You remembered him being big but being that close made you close your weak legs tightly. Your mouth was wide and open, ready for him to destroy it, because you knew, you had to pay the price. Patrick started to rub his hard dick against your tongue before entering your throat, using one hand to hold your head still as he fucked your mouth roughly.

Your eyes rolled back as he began fucking your throat violently, grabbing both sides of your head firmly as he slammed his cock down your throat repeatedly, gagging you harshly as his thrusts became more fast and hard while you kept making nasty sounds which excited him even more. Bateman laughed devilishly as he continued thrusting his member down your throat, enjoying seeing your delicate figure being able to do such things before pulling out of your mouth completely, feeling the need of something even better.

You positioned yourself in front of the billiard table, bending over for him. Patrick smirked and moved your cute panties to the side, looking at how fucking wet you got only by choking on his dick. He gave your ass a light smack before lining up his cock with your entrance and slowly pushing inside you. Once all the way in, he held himself still for a moment, feeling how tight you felt around him. After almost thirty seconds he started to move in and out of you before picking up speed until he was pounding your pussy hard enough to make your breasts bounce each time he thrusted forward. "Daddy! Too.. Ahh! Too deep!" He smirked and pulled your hips closer to him as he continued fucking you from behind. Soon enough, he heard you start moaning loudly again and noticed how much you were close. "Don’t you dare cum." That words made you almost cry in disappointment, you felt so used and damn, you liked it. He chuckled mischievously and grabbed your leg by the knee, pulling it up towards him as his thrusts became more deep, while his other hand reached your clit and started rubbing it, making you scream in pleasure. Patrick wanted to torture you, he wanted to make you explode, he wanted to make sure that you were his, that you belonged to him.

He decided to change position again and after some minutes, you couldn’t hold it anymore and Bateman noticed it. Since he was so fucking close too, he decided to forgive you that time, in fact he groaned and started pumping your cunt faster, making sure to hit all the right spots so you could cum properly. His hands were free to play with your hot tits at that point too, squeezing them roughly and playing with your tempting nipples as he pounded your succulent slit. "Please Daddy! I need to cum! Cum with me!" Patrick nodded satisfied at that command and gripped your hips tighter, pulling himself as deep as he could inside you as he shoot his hot cum inside your pussy, filling it up entirely as you cried out from pleasure. He pulled out of you, letting all of his warm seed to run down your shaking legs. "I’m sorry Daddy."

"You better be." Bateman husked, fixing his belt, allowing you to turn to finally look at him. He had messy hair all over his perfect features, which made him even more majestic than he already was. "I love you, Patrick." He immediately widened his eyes at his your unexpected revelation. He got closer to you and kissed you softly, almost romantically.

"I love you too, Y/n."

[ateliaers]

fantasy inspired action prompts.

card of dust. sender finds the receiver asleep over a book & wakes them. @odett3.

in stories, when one woke a sleeping maiden, it was always a thing of beauty. their eyelids fluttered slowly open, lashes as black as night withdrawing over rose – dusted cheeks, revealing wide & luminous eyes, always the colour of some precious gem for the sake of an easy comparison. in one fluid motion, they would rise, not a crease in their clothing, not a curl out of place, & greet the dawn, their lover, whatever happened to rouse them, with a sigh, or a smile, or a couplet which just so happened to fall perfectly from their lips.

odile did not live inside a story. when one reached out to gently shake her shoulder, or to brush a lock of hair away from her face, her reactions were involuntary, & often violent. a hand rose up to swat at whoever dared to interrupt her, & slowly, bleary eyes opened, dusted with sleep at their corners. when she had settled in the cradle of the tree, nestled between its thick roots, the sun had only just begun its descent, a tinge of orange creeping hesitantly across the horizon. she had not noticed her lids grow heavy, nor how the tome she had carried out of the manor with her had slowly slipped through clumsy fingers as she drifted off ; to be greeted with darkness as her senses returned to her spurred her into action, & she all but crashed in to the swan maiden as she scrambled to her feet, equally as startled by the other’s presence as she was the sudden appearance of the night sky.

the book lay on the ground still, having fallen with its cover open, & its contents free for all to see, pages ruffled slightly by the faint breeze. if she had any sense, she would have scooped it up, marched back into the manor, & paid no mind to the maiden who had drawn her back to the waking world. she had ignored her, & all the others, a great many times before, just as her father commanded, but it was easier to do when they were birds, & they spoke in voices she couldn’t understand. face to face with the young woman, her feather – light touch still burning upon her, she found herself almost gawping, as if she was a trespasser on her own grounds.

❛ you didn’t have to do that, ❜ she managed after a moment of heavy silence, defensive in spite of herself. ❛ i would have woken up eventually. i shouldn’t … aren’t the others company enough for you ? ❜ she couldn’t see them, but she knew they wouldn’t be far. where else would they go ? even if they did manage to find their way through the woods, what good would it do them ? they’d be birds again come sunrise, & the lake would call them home.

❛ what do you want ? ❜

[hautevaux]

@ceaselxss asked: [ TWIRL ] MEME: [ TWIRL ]: sender catches the receiver in their arms and spins them in a neat twirl just because they want to.

Melancholy had never particularly suited the tailor of whom had attempted to construct a perfectly pristine eccentric and outgoing, bright and happy personality to greet the world with. When younger, he could never have imagined the weight of the impact it would have - days upon days of practiced false smiles, of fake laughter, of rehearsed and lighthearted flirting - but every now and then, at unexpected times, did it hit him full force and make insecurity and past woe all the more difficult to carry.

It was that late eve, in fact, while walking home and gazing idly up toward the beauty of the stars that Vaux allowed his general upset to run, to take ahold of his thoughts and consume the entirety of his attention. He comes to the understanding, as he does each time these episodes arise, that despite all he has done to grasp the dream he had held since a child and make it come true, make himself successful, prove to those that used or doubted him that he could do it... It had cost much to get there.

It had cost him the ability to be himself everywhere except for behind the closed doors of his otherwise lonely home, and by extension the feeling of true connection with those he considered friends. They were friends with the persona, not the real being beneath, and the realisation of that was never any less crippling. That, and joy had been void for some time. He took great pride in his work, but there were very few projects he felt he could truly throw his creative ambition and enjoy.

Joy, he thinks - and attempts to attach the word to things within his life to prove he had something that gave him that beautiful feeling, but ultimately very little came to mind. A hot bath when exhausted from a long day was, perhaps, counted as one... The feeling of sinking into fresh bedsheets afterwards, perhaps, another - but they were all rather soulless examples.

Tseng was his strongest thought when it came to joy, how the other man made him smile even if it was a swift message during days or weeks apart. Some days, he admits only to himself, thoughts of him were all that kept him fighting onward, silently promising himself that one day he would find a way for them both to retire comfortably together. Whatever the future held, he'd fight for it...

The sinking feeling of missing him terribly returned to his chest, the crushing sensation gripping him for almost the entirety of the remainder of his walk home with only streetlights for company and plumes of exhaled breath accompanying.

He's tired, his bones ache, he finds himself returning to the general melancholy he had been feeling before but this time his consciousness is distracted by the need to find the key card into his apartment building within a pocket. Footsteps are heard behind but he pays no attention, the fatigue that plagues him simply too loud to be cast aside. He wants to remove his makeup, apply his skincare and crawl into bed where he would stew in his feelings with background noise from the television until he fell asleep.

Instead, Vaux is met with a truly unexpected surprise: the specific tone of the cleared throat behind him tears his attention away from pocket and instead to force a glance over a shoulder, unable to help the slowly creeping, genuine smile to his features.

There is relief to be found in seeing Tseng, not only to alleviate the depths of his missing him but also to see him - as far as he could currently tell - hale and whole. The key card falls as forgotten and Vaux reaches out his arms with misty eyes to close the distance between them, and the twirl absolutely blossoms the smile upon his face to something much wider.

"I was just thinking about you." He admits, holding on tightly even as he is placed back on the ground."I've missed you, as always - I dare say maybe even more so lately. You do leave quite the void when not around, darling."

[collymore]

White, racist hypocrisy and vile double standards in overdrive!

By Stanley Collymore  

Lee Anderson's comments on London's elected Mayor Sadiq Khan that he is effectively controlled by an Islamist and terrorist mafia, equates, says Anderson's now numerous white supporters many of whom previously didn't even know this twice turn coat to different political parties and utterly self-serving MP existed, to : Freedom of Speech!

Frank Hester, a massive donor to the British Conservative Party in return for quite outlandish but nevertheless enormous massive government contracts for his companies, a classic example of undoubted Tory malfeasance in public office criminality, comment on Diane Abbott, a longstanding Black, Labour British MP, that she should be killed, in essence shot, and thus, he further adds, reinforces his ingrained hatred of all Black females, is considered as a perfectly okay remark, and you guessed it, similarly Freedom of Speech.

However, British and American comedian John Oliver's humorous comment about Kate Middleton, regarding her supposed illness and alleged operation, the distinctly protracted secrecy actually surrounding both of them and similarly and obviously conveniently Kate's staged absences from view; a state of affairs attendant with two utterly unconvincing in a car quite blurred appearances along with the now infamous and unquestionably, absolutely discernibly faked, dishonest and an effectively totally crass and highly brazenly insensitive, and outright, contemptuous attempt at public deceit and manipulation.

A sickening state of affairs at which she's been unquestionably caught out by several very reputable global picture organisations is greeted however by the aforementioned racist mob and others of their vile, toxically verminous ilk, hypocritically and fatuously supporting Lee Anderson and similarly too Frank Hester's racist outbursts are actually now vehemently and vitriolically turning on John Oliver and his apt comments on Kate Middleton - never mind their distinctly avid and quite clamorously displayed support readily accorded to several other previous, talk show participants and essentially also comedians doing the same, and with their immense support, on Meghan Markle, with their odious outbursts now, requisite Kate Middleton, of: "How dare you?" And "That's sick!" And not a solitary notion from any of them however about freedom of speech by the comedian John Oliver!

(C) Stanley V. Collymore 13 March 2024.

Author's Remarks: Quick! We got found out; so let's play the victim card!

Dear me! Leave Kate Middleton alone! And this obviously, after just a few days? Harry and Meghan quite literally have had to put up with this sort of thing, and which is still very much ongoing and far worse, for over four years now! And furthermore distinctly and unquestionably so with the discernibly complicit, malevolent and unmistakably as well, distinctively thoroughly and obviously egregious, effectively additionally toxically verminous, quite complicit instigation and equally in the mix, active participation both of Kate and William. Actually nastily doing so quite routinely through their sick palace flunked leaks to their evidently customarily bribed right-wing hacks, together obviously with simply mercenary MSM charlatans! A malicious campaign not only fully directed at Harry and Meghan but also undoubtedly at their two young children. So don't any of you purblind cunts come the vile, bleeding heart shit about poor Kate and her sprogs, who're far older than Archie and Lilibet! For as I see it Kate is getting back some of her own fucking medicine and what she quite clearly deserves in full measure!

Which baffles me somewhat! How the hell does all you thoroughly evil, and obviously verminous, sycophantic, dim-witted and as well gullible serfs effectively, actually carry on breathing with your faces so obviously deeply implanted up these - your allegedly superiors - very fetid assholes?

[dcviated]

"Part with you? You think I'm letting go of you in any sense of the word right now? We're experiencing a full rubber band effect right now and, Sonia, I'm not snapping." A word and declaration enforced with the way his arm locks with hers. Posture straightens. Faces are brightened. That food had gone right where it needed to, for as much as he was able to eat.

It's doing wonders for his mood, both the quality of the meal and now the quality of the company. Not that the quality of the scenery is anything to shake a fist at. He can see himself with Sonia in so many of these locations at once. As part of the group of revelers. In a car passing through the streets. A private boat on the Seine. And now that they were together that could happen, couldn't it. Maybe not now. But another time. Next month. Next year. Next decade.

Fuck. Lets not get too far ahead of ourselves. We still need to survive the night, don't we? How does her expression fare when the jolly conversation begins to contrast the surroundings. The turns take them away from the spectacle and splendor and into more budget-y tourist-y areas of the City of Light.

Wylan of course, doesn't let his expression dim for a moment.

Oh poor Sonia, so taken by the moment she has perhaps forgotten the man she is so smitten with has a way with words. Embellishing them, that is. Not to be duplicitous but because it's funny. Surely one wouldn't believe a man here in the city originally to cut ties once and for all would have picked a place of luxury? He could have. But he didn't. She's probably realizing it given the paths the pair take.

And it's funny. He thinks this will be really funny once they walk up to the front and walk in with a simple key rather than a scan lock complete with glossy lobby and a kind gentleman to greet their return. Nope. None of that. But get this? Can a room get any more generic? Two whole beds with one of them unmade (how dare you Wylan to bring a girl back when its a mess). Bathroom around the corner. Nightstand bolted to the ground. Wall fixtures for lights. Oh but check out the tv. It's probably only fifteen years old!

"Home sweet home~!." He speaks into her ear, a playful grin on his features after ushering her inside by the hand. "At least for one more night. After that... well." She's a beacon of beauty, regality, and money in a place that looks ready to take it at a moment's notice. Don't open that little fridge, if you even touch a bottle of alcohol the card gets charged.

"Very exclusive location, as you could tell from our walk. It's invite only. And availability oh geez I had to make arrangements so far in advance. Like. See the window here-" He opens the tacky curtains with some effort, revealing... not much. Maybe some sun will get through in the morning. "And all this here. I'm not showing you up too much, am I? The intention's not to make you jealous. I just..." Hands slip around her waist, pulling the woman to him and closing the distance between their faces. There's many an emotion in his expression, and a light brighter than the dim fluorescent in his eyes.

"Wanted to impress you a little bit~" Yes, he does laugh after saying that tongue in cheek. Things can only go so far. "But, the cameras won't get us here. So... we can relax."

If she were to be honest, Sonia doubted anyone in the restaurant was terribly jealous of them. Not when they had their own appetites, or state of inebriation, to consider. It was one of the best parts of dining so late: most of the global smart set, those who would truly care about seeing the Princess of Novoselic out so late, was already either fast asleep or enjoying the city's nightlife from exclusive areas of various nightclubs or bars. But she wouldn't put a damper on Wylan's enthusiasm. Instead, she wove her fingers between his as they made their way to the exit.

"Would you believe me if I told you that paying in cash was partly for expediency, partly for secrecy?" She asked, her tone teasing as they pushed their way out through the double doors. If she'd paid with card, they would've needed to wait for the reader to be brought over, her card scanned, and signature given. That, in Sonia's opinion, was entirely too much time spent with her hand not clasped within his. Perhaps it was terribly sappy, but she'd spent the better part of the year without his company, yet with his presence still at the forefront of her mind no matter how much she'd tried to forget him.

A foolish endeavor. She was glad she'd failed each and every time she tried to banish him from her thoughts and her heart. Still, she did flinch at the mention of cameras: Wylan had a point, they'd already been terribly reckless on the streets. But it was a matter of principle, not embarrassment to be seen with him.

"It is not that I care about being seen with you," She sighed. Goodness, did all major European cities take after the Novoselic capital with excellent street camera coverage? At least at home, she had access to a map where all of the cameras were: a necessity if she were to avoid them whilst sneaking out. "It is simply that I should like to be the one to tell those close to me about us. I do not think it is right if my family found out due to street camera footage obtained by the press. I think they deserve a clear and concise conversation."

She gave his hand a small squeeze as they began to walk. Considering the disaster that had unfolded after Las Vegas (and the tiny, nearly invisible scar under her right eye she had to prove it), it seemed like the better option. But a daunting one, one that Sonia wasn't eager to face as it already was unfolding in her mind of how her family would respond (poorly, for the most part. Liam and Sam were practically polite in comparison).

Thankfully, the man she loved offered the possibility of distraction. Perhaps, she thought, that was one of the things she adored most about Wylan: the uncanny ability he had to bring a smile to her face even in the most tense of times, their hotel suite reunion notwithstanding. "I do not think it is the worst precedent to set," She beamed as they came to a stop on a corner, waiting for the light to change. Weekend revelers joined them, far too preoccupied with their own company and plans to pay them much mind. "Though I doubt spiriting me away will be a daily activity. My home and the Castle are vast, but there are only so many places we could hide before we are found."

A challenge? Perhaps, simply for the fact Sonia was well aware of how creative Wylan could be. For the meantime though, they had a few precious hours of night left until a new day began. A likely reckoning, something that would take even more fortitude than attending her ex's wedding and being given the surprise of her life after. But as they crossed the street, it occurred to her that they might not even be going the right direction towards wherever Wylan had decided to hide out in Paris.

"I do not mind the walk," She assured him as they approached the Seine. "Though I would imagine my jealousy would only emerge if we had to part now. Besides..."

Her hand left his in order to gently take his arm instead. Even if no one paid them any attention, there was a flirtatious nature to it: the physical closeness, the whispers, an opportunity to see his fun, rebellious side in play. And for once, it likely wouldn't be to exasperate or tease her: at least not in a way she didn't want. "It has been some time since you have snuck me in somewhere. We have time, and how the last excursion ended, to make up for. So, lead the way to the lovely view and mess we shall not be making."

The view? Likely stunning. The mess? Likely unavoidable, if all manner of restraint was cast aside. Both prospects had her heart beating a bit faster as she lightly pressed into his side: having left her coat at the hotel, she'd gotten chilly. And she'd never been so grateful to be so.

[enhais]

If you have time could you do an enhypen reaction ( it could be either yandere or normal, doesnt really matter) to how they would react to another guy buying and giving you flowers right in front of him?

how enhypen would react to another guy buying and giving you flowers right in front of him

content: gn!reader. as mentioned before, a yandere relationship is not a healthy relationship.

jungwon

it was a normal day at hybe — you were trying to finish the pile of paperwork laying on your desk and jungwon was working his ass off for the comeback. the boys took a quick break and jungwon decided to check up on you like the doting boyfriend he was. what he didn’t know was the bouquet delivery you were going to get at the same time he entered your floor.

you broke the contact with your screen when you heard someone calling your name, “yeah?” the delivery guy gave you a quick smile, “this is for you, have a good day.” he left the bouquet on your table and walked away before you could ask who it was from. “hi angel!” jungwon pecked your cheek before looking for a card in the flowers, but there was nothing to be found. “maybe they’re from the company?” you asked, confused as to where they came from. jungwon hummed, “let’s hope so.”

heeseung

as the two of you strolled through the park, a guy came up to you with a flower, “it’s flower-day today,” he began, his smile so bright it could compete with the sun, “a day to give beautiful people beautiful flowers.” you laughed and thanked him before grabbing heeseung’s hand and continuing the stroll.

your boyfriend kept looking back at the guy, seeing how he continued to give out flowers to people. “for beautiful people, huh? then where’s my flower…” he mumbled, his eyes now following his shoes. “i’m your flower!” you suddenly hugged his arm, pulling him into you. he couldn’t help but smile as his ears turned a light shade of pink. “yes, angel, you are my flower.” he kissed the crown of your head, “the most beautiful one.”

jay

he would be a bit shocked. who was that guy and what did he have to do with his precious baby? you weren’t officially together, but the sparks between you were undeniable.

jay squeezed your hand tighter as the other guy gave you a bouquet of flowers. “thank you, tae, i’ll message you later, yeah?” your soft smile was supposed to be for jay only, making his blood boil from jealousy. as the two of you continued your walk he asked, “who was he?” never leaving his eyes from you. you giggled and told him not to worry, “his name is taehyung. he just wanted to thank me for my help during his exhibition.” jay would act like everything was fine, but would immediately look up everything about this man when he came home.

jake

jake came down the stairs of the building where you had promised to wait for him. but then he saw you with another man and his blood was boiling.

“what’s that, baby?” he motioned to the flowers you were holding, hoping for dear life that it wasn’t from the unfamiliar man. “oh, this is soobin! he wanted to thank for the presentation i gave, so i told him where i was!” you smiled at the said man, making jake go crazy. “ah… hi…” he greeted before continuing, “well, we better get going, sweetie. we’ve got things to do, right?” he laughed it off, planning on his revenge deep in his thoughts.

sunghoon

you’d given one of your closest friends, who happen to be a guy, a birthday gift. he wanted to thank you, so he bought you flowers. your favourite. you had told him that it was okay for him to come home to your humble abode, but sunghoon didn’t know anything. so, when you opened the door to receive the beautiful flowers, his heart broke into hundreds of pieces.

“w- what? who are they from?” he stuttered, clearly surprised at the situation. “my friend! the one i bought a gift for last week, remember?” how dare you have other men in your life. he was supposed to be the only one. but don’t worry, he would take care of this.

sunoo

he could almost feel his blood boiling. he had no idea who that man was but who dared to make you love them more than him? your eyes should be on him and only him. his hand grabbed yours tightly, pulling you away. “let’s go home, baby.” you knew he was jealous, but it was nice to see someone so possessive of you. it made you feel wanted. with an “i love you, sunoo.” and a peck on his cheek, he calmed down. “i love you too.”

niki

who would do such a thing? WHO would buy flowers and give them to you, if not niki himself? did you talk to someone behind his back? no, that wouldn’t do.

“who are you, huh?!” anger filled his eyes as you tried to calm him down. “niki, please don’t yell.” looking around at the people stopping on the street. the man in front of you became nervous, a bit awkward, “i’m kai, y/n’s friend.” he put out his hand for niki to shake, but he just looked at him with disgust. peasant. he thought. “let’s go, baby. we have things to do, right?” he held your hand and walked off in the other direction, away from your friend. “bye kai!”

[cassifictional]

Infuriating - ch. 3 (end)

Links to part 1 and 2 in my masterlist. (tumblr hates links in posts, sorry)

nsfw, mdni please.

Pairing: Sevika x fem reader (as exes)

Summary: in the previous chapter, Sevika agreed to talk to you about why you two broke up. You're about to get all the answers you wanted and so much more.

Warnings: nsfw. Smut, mention of alcohol.

Word count: 2.5k

Notes: challenge to myself: write one fic without mentioning alcohol OR draw 25. Guess I’ll draw. This is the last part to a 3-part work! It’s nice to see it all finally come together. Please enjoy 💕

“One martini please.” you requested, your voice feeling unusually loud in the now empty bar. “And one whiskey.” you added before the barman walked away to fetch you your drink. It cost you a few coins, but the peace offering might help smooth things over. And you were going to need a drink of your own to calm your nerves. Because what you were about to try both terrified and excited you.

You looked over your shoulder while you waited for your drink. Sevika was still in her usual corner of the bar, playing cards with some random people. You had never really cared for card games in the past, but you still had fond memories of watching her play. She would keep you at her side or on her lap, for decoration, for company, to light her a smoke while her hands were occupied with other things. It made you feel desired, pretty. And so, so safe. Because everyone at that table knew they could never get to you, no matter how hard they might have tried.

Drinks in hand, you approached the table, the familiar scent of tobacco smoke intensifying as you neared Sevika and her companions. You stopped beside her, greeting her without saying a word, keeping your guard up. Yesterday she had told you she was ok with talking, but god only knew if she hadn’t changed her mind in the meantime. Right now, you were in an excellent position to be ridiculed and bullied instead. But to your relief, she kept quiet, just gesturing to a still empty chair across from her. By the looks of it, intentionally ignoring the other empty chair right beside her. Before sitting down, you quietly handed her the glass of whiskey. Her playing cards held firmly in her metal hand, she reached her other hand out for the glass. Her fingers brushed against your own as she took it from you, which left an almost electric tingling sensation on your skin. Intentional or not, the small touch felt like it meant something.

No pleasantries were exchanged. The other people at the table silently watched as you sat down, knowing better than to mock you in front of Sevika. You simply watched the people in front of you play. One game, two games. Fifteen minutes, half an hour. It bored you to death. It was hard to keep track of time, but you knew that if you left now you would waste your chance to finally get some answers. You weren’t gonna get Sevika back. You didn’t go there with the intent to get her back. Maybe you didn’t even want her back in the first place, or maybe you did. What you wanted was answers. Resolve to the questions you had been asking yourself for so long now. So you could finally move on with your life. Move on from her.

Suddenly, the people playing were ordered to leave. You had been paying so little attention you didn’t know if the game was actually over or if Sevika had simply decided that it was. Even the barman was ordered to leave, but not before she put in another order of whiskey. And one martini.

You didn’t really dare speak before the last person had left the room. Something about her demanding everyone left first made you feel like she wanted this to be completely private. Though everyone around you probably guessed one of two things were about to happen right now. So why hide, you thought.

“I remember you saying you weren’t buying me drinks yesterday.” you said while swirling the liquid in the glass, not yet looking up at her.

“You bought me one. I bought you one. Now we’re even.” she said as she took a sip of her own drink.

“That’s nice.”

“It’s not. Just don’t want to be in your debt is all.”

Well then. Not the best start to this conversation. But at least you two weren’t fighting yet.

You remained quiet for a moment, unsure of what to say next. You had rehearsed it in your head a little, but now that the moment was there it was hard to adhere to any kind of script.

“You said had questions. Ask them.” she spoke, getting down to the point right away.

“I do. I’m just not sure where to start.” you looked up at her, meeting her eyes for a second before you looked back down.

“I’ll start then.” she said as she put her glass down, resting back in her chair and crossing her arms. “Why the questions? Just curious or trying to get back with me?”

“Bold of you to assume I want you back.”

“Well, please do forgive me for thinking so.” she replied in an infuriatingly sarcastic manner. “We hook up once and suddenly you want to talk?”

“Why do I want to ask questions? Because what happened between us mentally screwed me up and some answers would be nice?” you snapped, trying to stay calm despite feeling yourself becoming upset.

“Alright.” she replied, failing to properly respond to what you had just told her. “Your turn.”

“Why are you like this towards me?”

The question was impulsive, perhaps not the best one to start with. But it came from a place of hurt, a place that desperately longed for some resolve, for any kind of healing.

“To make sure you stay away from me.”

“That doesn’t explain why you keep finding me in crowds just to bully me.”

“Maybe not. That’s my answer for you, though.”

There was a short pause as you both contemplated your next move. You knew you needed to keep trying. But this whole situation felt bad. It felt bad in so many ways. A failed relationship, feelings for each other rotted away until there was seemingly nothing left but wasted potential.

“Why didn’t we work?” you asked, breaking the silence. A loaded question, but saying it out loud made you feel a little better. A small burden off your shoulders, whether you got the answers you were hoping for or not.

You saw her recoil ever so slightly at the question, so subtly that you were sure no one but you would have ever noticed it.

“Why couldn’t we be together?” you added, your anger from before making way for sadness to creep in.

Sevika hesitated, looking up at you with intense eyes that seemed to want to say a thousand words, all of which would have been the wrong ones. After a few seconds, she finally spoke up.

“Because we couldn’t handle each other.”

“What does that mean?” you immediately said, not quite processing what she was really saying.

“Alright.” she said, sounding frustrated as she leaned forwards again, resting her elbows on her knees. “I’ll try to explain this once to you.”

She took another swig of her drink, the glass now empty and no bartender around to refill it.

“First we were casual. I liked that. I was used to casual. Then it went a little further. I kept finding you in my bed in the morning time and time again and I ended up liking that. Then you wanted to be official and I said yes because I liked having you around.”

She paused, seeming unsure if she wanted to go on or not.

“Continue. Please.” you practically begged.

“I’m not sure I was ready for it back then.” she thankfully added. “You got.. clingy. You wanted things I didn’t know how to give to you. I didn’t know how to handle that and you didn’t know how to handle me not being able to give you those things. So we clashed. We fought, we broke up. End of story.”

“And you couldn’t have told me this sooner.. why?” you said as you let out a shaky breath, trying desperately to keep yourself from getting too emotional.

“You never asked.” she stated. She reached out for her glass again, which sadly remained empty. “Besides. Do you think you would have listened? Or accepted what I just said without arguing about it?”

You looked down at your feet in shame. She was right. In your mind, it was easier to process what had happened between you by painting Sevika in a bad light, all the while refusing to acknowledge your own mistakes in the relationship.

“You would always.. always argue, nag, whine, about everything.” she added to your train of thought. “Sevika, don’t do this. Don’t say that. It felt like I was always doing something wrong in your eyes.”

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes. You wanted to speak, but you couldn’t find the words.

“But I have to admit.” she continued, her tone suddenly a bit softer than before. “Sometimes I do miss you scolding me for not doing the laundry for the thousandth time in a week.”

You looked up at her, meeting the beautiful gray eyes you had once been so familiar with.

“I keep forgetting, still.”

“You’d yell at me every time I forgot to lock the windows.” you smiled through your sadness. “Or when I kept bugging you at work.”

“Discussions about how to spend our weekends..” she chimed in.

“Oh god. Not the weekends.”

You both chuckled quietly at your shared memories of all the petty things you had fought over during your time together. The silence that followed didn’t feel so oppressive anymore, unlike before.

“We weren’t ready for each other.” you stated.

“We weren’t.” she agreed.

“I’m.. sorry.”

Sevika seemed to let your words sink in for a moment before replying.

“I’m sorry too.”

Another silence.

So what happens now?

“I’ll be the first to say it.” you spoke up, inhaling sharply. “Because I know you would never say it first. I miss what we used to have.”

Sevika didn’t say anything, just looked at you expectantly.

“Do you.. do you want to try again?”

“There are things we would need to discuss.” she said as she continued to hold eye contact with you. “Lay down some ground rules. Set expectations.”

“How very mature of you.” you teased.

“Don’t make me change my mind.” she tried to sound stern, but her voice revealed some amusement.

You took one deep breath and stood up from your seat across from Sevika at the table, slowly making your way over to where she was sitting until you were right in front of her. Gently as to not set her off, you reached out to hold her face between your hands.

The second your skin made contact with hers, you knew that you had made the right decision. You let your thumb run over the deep blue scars on her cheek, the scars you had always loved to absentmindedly trace with your fingers as you were lying together in bed in peaceful silence. To your relief, you watched as she quietly relaxed into your touch. You flinched a little when you felt both of her hands on your hips, as if you were expecting her to be rough, but she wasn’t. Not tonight.

“Is that a yes?” you whispered.

Sevika’s answer was to pull you down onto her lap. You let out a little surprised yelp from the sudden manhandling. Before continuing, she first gauged your reaction, seeing if you were into it or not.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” you giggled before Sevika crashed her lips into yours, kissing you with a passion you hadn’t felt in ages. Her arms wrapped tightly around your waist, you could feel her pressing you closer and closer against her body. Her tongue quickly made its way into your mouth and you could feel yourself almost getting dizzy from the overwhelming sensation of her. One of her hands made its way from your back to the front of your pants, impatiently undoing the zipper and buttons in her way.

“Like last time.” she said, already breathing heavily from the excitement, looking down to undo the last button. “I’ll be a bit nicer about it now.”

“I don’t mind it when you get a little- ah!”

You cut yourself off as you felt her hand slide into your underwear, skipping most of the teasing and getting straight to the point. Like the last time, she instantly found the one spot where you loved being touched the most.

As you rolled your hips forward into her hand, you let her decide the pace and guide you along. Quiet whimpers escaped you as she continued to let you ride her hand, sliding one finger into you at first.

“Make a little noise for me baby, would you?” she said, guiding your hips with her free hand on your lower back. You quickly gave heed to her request, not bothering to keep your quiet whimpers and moans to yourself anymore. As if you were receiving a reward, you felt a second thick finger enter you, much to your delight.

Her fingers moved like they had before, the last time you were together, during that fateful encounter in the side room of that one random bar. She still knew what you liked and what you didn’t like. And especially what drove you wild. You couldn’t help but think how glad you were that the bar was empty right now, though now you were making so much noise you were sure any attentive passerby could hear you.

You clung even tighter onto her shoulders as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. The familiar tug on Sevika’s body told her all she needed to know. Through little hums and praises, keeping the rhythm going, she moved her free hand up to the back of your neck, burying her face in the crook of your neck. She pressed a few kisses onto your sensitive skin, almost overstimulating you to the point where you felt yourself nearly seeing stars.

“I missed you.” she breathed heavily into your neck. Those few words were all it took to push you over the edge, Sevika held you tightly, pressing kisses to your neck as she let you ride it out for as long as you needed to.

You let your forehead rest on her shoulder as she continued to hold you tightly, gently running her hand up and down your back. She couldn’t see it, but laying on her shoulder, you were smiling.

“You really were a lot nicer about it this time.” you sighed, nuzzling into her neck.

“I can still be mean if you want me to.”

You couldn’t see her face, but you could tell she was smiling as well.

“I think I prefer this.” you said quietly, thoroughly enjoying her warmth and her embrace. Your thoughts slowly came back to you

How had you done it all this time?

How had you managed to live without this? Without her warmth, without her touch, her scent, her taste? Without that annoyingly cocky attitude, her constant grumpy demeanor, her incomprehensible love for those mind-numbingly boring card games? Now that she was here, right in front of you, connected like only you two could be, you could not fathom it. How you had managed to let her go. And how thankful you were to finally have her back.

“I missed you too.” was all you could say.

Notes: I hope this is a happy ending that feels satisfying to read! It sure felt nice to be finally able to wrap up this little story. Also I had a really stressful day and I’m so happy I can end it on a positive note

[dyns33]

Exodus

A long, complicated and a bit dark Nathan Bateman story 

It had been a surprise for the five engineers to be invited to spend a little more than a week with the famous Nathan Bateman. The creator of Blue Book, their boss, was a genius, a very secretive man, who lived in seclusion, hardly ever leaving his house. No one knew where he lived. He never gave a real interview, only sending a script already prepared to journalists when he had a statement to make.

It also happened that he gave the answers to certain questions that they had noted on their computer, but without ever communicating them to him, indicating that he had eyes and ears everywhere, but without anyone ever being able to prove anything. . He didn't leave a trace if he hacked something.

People didn't know anything about him, if he didn't want to.

Paul, Sherly, Han, Caleb and Y/N did not all arrive at the same time, each one brought by a different helicopter. Even though they worked for the same company, they didn't know each other, not coming from the same departments.

The first day, they didn't see Nathan Bateman, being greeted by a voice in the ceiling telling them where their room was, and that they could make themselves comfortable. If a door opened, that meant they were allowed to explore. Otherwise, their access card wouldn't unlock it anyway. If they needed anything, they could ask, or call Kyoko, the maid. She didn't speak, so there was no point in trying to communicate with her any more than necessary.

While three of them decided to search the house a bit to figure out why their boss had brought them in, Caleb and Y/N stayed in the living room, admiring the view, having a drink and chatting a bit to get to know each other and determine the reason for their presence.

           "He has to be working on a big project, and he needs outside eyes." Caleb said, smiling shyly, impressed to be in such an extraordinary place, with such an extraordinary man.

           "Ridiculous."

           "Ridiculous ?"

           "Nathan Bateman is one of the greatest minds of this century. He never asked anyone for help, and even if he did, five people at the same time ? And not the best ? Because, no offence, I don't know you well, I don't know the others, but we're clearly not the best qualified to figure out his work in a week. There's something else. Maybe a test, and we'll be guinea pigs."

           "Are you always distrustful and pessimistic by nature ?"

           "Dare to tell me that I am wrong."

           "No, I think what you're saying is pretty true, unfortunately for us. What kind of test do you think this is going to be ?"

           "Hard to say. But he starts by leaving us alone and watching us. You've probably noticed all the cameras. There are even some in the bedrooms, and probably in the bathrooms."

           "In the bathrooms ?!"

As Caleb ran to his bedroom to inspect the mirror, though he certainly couldn't find Bateman's hidden cameras, Y/N stayed on the couch, downing her drink and staring out into the forest.

The dinner passed in silence. The others also seemed to have guessed that he was planning something important and they were convinced that it was better if they did not talk to each other, because if it was a competition, it was not a good idea to become friends.

Or simply to be able to bring down their opponent more easily. They might try that later when they had more information.

Nathan Bateman kept them waiting for much of the next day. The tension was starting to build, Caleb getting as nervous as the others. Only Y/N remained calm, not really concerned by the situation. Even if it was an opportunity, she could just tell Bateman to fuck off if he didn't like what he wanted, and she'd go home with no regrets. This shocked the others, and as they praised their boss's work, he finally arrived.

           "When people will ask me how our first meeting went, I'll say that I walked into the room as my guests were comparing me to God." he sneered.

           "Four of your guests."

           "Small detail, Y/N. And that's not the most important. What's important is why you're here now."

Before revealing his big secret to them, Nathan asked them to sign a fairly complex confidentiality agreement. They all hesitated, seeing that he would have access to all their data, but surprisingly Y/N was the first to sign.

           "He already has access to all our data." she said, which is enough to convince the others.

Upon discovering Ava, the engineers didn't know what to say. It seemed almost impossible to create an AI, but it seemed like nothing was impossible for Nathan Bateman. He had invited them all to take part in a Turing test. He considered that one human was not enough, and since he was her creator, he did not have enough distance to judge his work.

           "You're all different. Three men, two women, some straight, some gay, some bi, qll pretty smart. I want you to talk to her, and then I want you to tell me what you think. If, at any moment, you are doubting that she is a machine."

When Caleb asked Y/N what she thought about it, she replied that it was nonsense. Because the Turing test worked if the human didn't know they were talking to a machine. Here, not only did they know Ava wasn't human, but it was obvious. Her face could mimic any expression she wanted, since she knew it was a robot, so Y/N couldn't see her as anything other than a robot.

           "Keep an open mind !"

           "Even with an open mind, I can't pretend not to see that it's made of bolts and electrical circuits."

           "I didn't use any bolts when building Ava."

They jumped, finding Nathan standing by the door, smirking.

Blushing and acting like a smitten teenager in front of a rock star, Caleb stammered, trying to impress their boss with his knowledge and complimenting him, but Bateman's eyes never left Y/N, who stared at him fearlessly, but with a strange sensation.

Not only did she have the feeling of having already met him, but above all something drew her to him, and she didn't like that.

As if guessing what she was thinking, Nathan smiled even more before leaving them without saying anything. She noted that he hadn't contradicted her regarding the test.

During the following days, each engineer spent some time with Ava, talking to her, observing her, trying to determine if she really had an artificial intelligence or if she was simply very well coded.

Since it was not a competition, they were also more open with their colleagues when they had free time. However, they didn't dare to talk about Ava and their impressions right away, being afraid of distorting the results by being disturbed by the ideas of others. But when they all dined together, Nathan invited them to communicate, saying that it could only be positive.

After ignoring them for the first two days, he spent most of his time with them, when he wasn't watching them with his cameras. He had proudly shown them, revealing that there were indeed some in the bathrooms.

           "Just in case. You never know, you might be hiding something, or feeling unwell. I'm a considerate host."

           "And a suspicious one." added Y/N.

           "Yes, suspicious, extremely suspicious. What do you think of Ava ?"

           "It's an exceptional robot."

           "Robot. Not AI. Too early to tell ?"

           "Don't take this the wrong way, Mister Bateman, but nothing will convince me about your creation. It is magnificent, yes, it can perfectly imitate humans, I grant you that, but it is only following the program that you have integrated into its system. There is no decision-making, no spontaneity, no feeling. It is a machine, and artificial intelligence is a myth, a wild dream. You will not have validation with me. Now I imagine you're going to ask me to leave, to not ruin everything."

           "Leave ?" he repeated with a look of surprise, almost panicked. "Not at all. I never falsify the results, you stay, and I will change your mind before the end."

Being a professional, Y/N continued to talk with Ava, applying the protocol required for a Turing test, but she couldn't forget that she was talking to a machine. She knew it, she saw it and she felt it every time the robot opened its mouth. The answers were elaborate, but obvious and repetitive. Never laughing, shouting or crying, except in imitation, when the person in front of her was doing it, or talking about it.

Without being asked, Caleb seemed to make it his mission to prove to Y/N that Ava had a conscience. It soon became clear that it wasn't to curry favour with Nathan, but because he was beginning to have feelings for the android, who was using this to manipulate him. No doubt Ava felt she couldn't convince her on her own.

Y/N admitted that it was clever, very clever. But still not a proof of artificial intelligence. Only Nathan's intelligence, which he had put into his code.

           "First, she's not manipulating me." Caleb insisted when she told him about it. "And then, if it was, how can you say it's not a proof ?"

           "I'll tell you again, Nathan coded it that way. He keeps talking about sex, and you even wondered if he ordered her to flirt with you."

           "He said no."

           "I don't believe a word this guy is telling us. He's falsifying the test by constantly talking to us. But I don't think he ordered her anything. He just told her that she wouldn't come out without help. And that to get outside help, you had to gain a person's trust, their friendship, their pity. Their love. It use what he gave them to coax you into helping them. But Caleb, it's a machine. Have you seen Terminator ? Bad idea."

           "He's going to destroy her when it's all over."

           "And it's his right. It's his creation. I'm sorry."

Caleb avoided Y/N after that, visibly upset. He had to know deep down that she was right, but men could be stupid, especially when they thought with their dicks. He didn't notice the odd little details. He hadn't even seen that Kyoko wasn't human.

Paul and Sherly also seemed under the spell of this machine. Han, though unresponsive to her advances, felt empathy and pity.

Apart from Y/N, they were all convinced that there was something human about Ava. But, unlike Caleb, they remained professional and did not attempt to release her until their stay was over.

Either way, the escape plan was doomed. After all, Nathan had eyes and ears absolutely everywhere, even more in his own house. He wasn't angry, gently patting the shoulder of the poor fool who had wanted to run off with his robot, stating that it was just more proof of Ava's intelligence, and her ability to adapt.

This is not enough to convince Y/N. But he didn't seem worried. Maybe having four commits was enough for him.

Y/N thought he was going to try something when he came to her bedroom in the middle of the night.

She jumped, waking up by a strange noise, a bottle falling to the floor and a man grunting, discovering him standing near her bed. He was drunk. He looked at her strangely.

Since the beginning of the stay, she felt his gaze following her every time they were in the same room. She felt that the cameras were always on her, more than on the others, and she didn't know what to make of it.

           "Maybe it was a bad idea." he muttered, grimacing.

           "What are you doing here ? What was a bad idea ? Bringing me here ? Letting me stay when I'm not going to validate your little robot ?"

           "AI. You're still so stubborn. That's good. But I should have done it differently. It didn't work last time, but maybe I made a mistake."

           "Mister Bateman..."

           "Nathan. Call me Nathan, like before." he begged her with a voice full of desperation, collapsing on top of her, hugging her despite her protests.

           "No ! Leave me ! Nathan, leave me !"

This seemed to bring him back to reality. He stammered an apology as he got up and staggered out of the room. Y/N decided to forget it, and not think that she knew his scent, and the feel of his skin against hers.

On the day of departure, he wanted to speak to them all, individually, and he asked them about their colleagues. Nothing about its creation. Not a word.

           "You seem pretty close to Caleb." noted Bateman, raising a questioning eyebrow.

           "Close ?"

           "You talk a lot. More than with the others."

           "Only because he was more present. We still had a disagreement."

           "Ah. You mean when you broke his little heart telling him he had to give up his android girlfriend who was not really in love with him. I can understand that, it hurts. But you were right, he should have been wary. We do a lot of bullshit for love."

           "Have you ever been in love ?" she scoffed lightly.

           "Yes. Once. I hurt her a lot and lost her. Not like you imagine. A car accident, she died. Stupid, huh ? Maybe she would have left me in the end, we'll never know now. I couldn't work for months after that. I couldn't do anything without her. We were working together. She wasn't as smart as me, but she channelled me. Brought solutions that I did not see. We completed each other, we were in symbiosis."

Y/N said nothing, having lost her smile. Even though she had a hard time putting up with Nathan, she didn't hate him and she didn't want him to suffer. He clearly had a complicated life, and while that didn't excuse his behaviour, she could understand. He seemed to notice her sadness, which he waved away with a sigh.

To change the subject, she asked him if he was really going to destroy Ava. Not because it was going to break Caleb, but because she didn't understand why he would do such a thing. Whether she passed the test or not, and whether he was able to create an even more sophisticated machine, that didn't justify her destruction.

           "She's unstable, and she's served her purpose well. I've got five passes. It's perfect."

           "I didn't validate it."

           "No. But she validated you, and the others too."

There was a long silence, Y/N staring at Nathan, waiting for him to laugh indicating that he had just made a stupid joke, but he looked awfully serious, studying her reaction. As she said nothing, he got up to walk around the room, continuing to watch her, going to get himself a drink.

           "I know what you must be thinking. That's stupid, he says that to annoy me, because I didn't recognize that his creation was a real AI. But you were right, Ava is not an AI, not really. A hybrid. A decoy. To distract people from the real test, your test. No one saw anything. They all declared you human. Ava too, she never had a doubt. And you are the first to believe that you are human. That is why you are so perfect."

           "Enough."

           "I know it's hard. The last three times, the others reacted badly. But it was different. I had modelled them from Y/N. I mean, my Y/N, the first, my sweet silly babe. There was always something wrong, and they were angry to learn that I had coded their feeling for me. So I changed my approach. I created you from her, but before she met me. Well, maybe there are a few snippets, I had trouble staying distant, but you were as free as possible. The most human. Without having the obligation to love me, just to adapt. To be."

           "I remember very well the day I arrived here. I have an apartment in town, a job. My colleagues from Blue Book..."

           "False memories. They were all from different departments, right ? They had never seen each other before. I put you in the helicopter and you woke up there."

           "No."

           "I know it's hard." he repeated calmly approaching to try to take her hands. "You have to understand. It's a big step forward. And I missed you too much. I really couldn't do anything without you. Now you're here, we can work together again. You're the start of a new era. A superior creature."

           "No."

           "Y/N. Y/N, think. You can't go anywhere. Stay with me, at least for work. I'll be better this time. I know I've been a real jerk, but I'll do better . Please, stay calm."

He repeated her name as she pushed him and ran out of the room, out of the house, screaming, looking for help. But there was no one there. The others had already left. Kyoko, sitting on the ground, wouldn't help her. Nor would Ava, locked in her room waiting for her end.

When Nathan caught her and hugged her, she didn't listen to his pleas, his explanations, his excuses, continuing to cry until she was totally exhausted, realizing that there was nothing to be done and dropping down.

           "It's okay. It's all good." he sighed, holding her in his arms, resting his head on hers. "It's better than last time. You'll be fine. You just need to rest and get used to the situation. You'll be fine, Y/N. I'm here."

That's the problem, she thought, as he led her to his room to put her to bed, when she certainly didn't really need to sleep. She should have let Caleb do what he wanted.

But despite all this, when Nathan kissed her forehead, stroking her cheek to wipe away her tears and whispering sweet words in her ears, she had the twisted feeling of being at home.