#i couldn’t help but wonder… was doing it for the plot really worth it?

[unboundprompts]

Hello! I’ve never really used this ask thing before— so I’m sorry if I do this wrong. I love your prompts and other works and was wondering if you could help me figure out how to write and describe accents? My characters have very specific accents (Australian accents, British accents, etc.) and I’m having trouble figuring out how to show that. This is a fantasy setting so I couldn’t just describe their accents as an Australian accent and such y’know? I’m so sorry if this doesn’t make sense. Would you be able to help?

How to Write a Character with an Accent

-> How to Write Character Accents

-> How to Convey Accents in Fiction Writing

Make sure your character’s speech isn’t distracting

When writing dialect or a particular accent, it can be tempting to write a character’s dialogue using phonetic spellings. However, this use of dialect can distract your reader. If your character is French and is constantly saying “ze” instead of “the,” the reader will be focusing more on decoding the line of dialogue than they will on plot or character development. When writing fiction, your reader’s attention should always be on the story, and anything that distracts from that probably isn’t worth including.

Slang and Colloquialisms

Incorporate regional slang, colloquialisms, or idioms that reflect the accent. Each accent has its own unique phrases that can suggest the character's background.

Include Snippets of their Native Language

 If you’re writing a character who speaks a foreign language, one way to communicate their accent is to simply include snippets of their native tongue in their lines of dialogue. This will demonstrate the character’s native language and implied accent without resorting to the distracting eyesore of phonetic spelling.

Don't Stereotype

Writing different dialects indelicately can make you appear condescending towards non-native English speakers or people who use the English language differently than you do. One of the most common offenders is the use of “eye dialect,” which refers to using misspellings or nonstandard spellings in order to depict a character’s accent (for instance, writing “fixin’” with an apostrophe instead of “fixing” in order to demonstrate Appalachian or Southern accents). By focusing on the “otherness” of regional dialects and non-native speakers, a writer may give the impression that they are making fun of the way people speak. When writing different accents, keep eye dialect to a minimum.

Rhythm and Intonation

Accents often have distinctive rhythms and intonations. Pay attention to how the accent changes the flow of speech. For instance, British accents might have a more clipped and precise quality, while Australian accents can sound more relaxed and drawn out.

You might describe this in your narrative, saying something like, "Her words rolled out with a casual lilt, the vowels stretching like lazy waves."

Character Reactions and Context

Show how other characters react to the accent. If a character speaks in a heavy accent, others might lean in to listen, nod in confusion, or make a comment. This helps highlight the uniqueness of the speech.

Physical Description

Consider linking the accent to physical traits or background details. Describe the character’s upbringing or location, giving hints about their accent through their surroundings or lifestyle.

Example: “Raised in the bustling markets of Evermere, his accent was a musical blend of the old tongue, softening the hard edges of his words.”

Subtlety in Dialogue Tags

Instead of writing out the accent in every piece of dialogue, you can subtly hint at it through the dialogue tags. For example, “he said, his voice dripping with the easy lilt of the southern coast” can convey the accent without explicit phonetic spelling.

[haysaprocky]

the universe has been very in my face like “you could’ve had what u wanted a long time ago but u lacked discipline u silly little bitch” and it kinda hurts!!! like ouchie :-/ what’s for you won’t miss you tho so it all works out in the end <3

[stxrrwritess]

‘need some help?’

jax (the amazing digital circus) x reader smut

MINORS DNI !!

warnings : masturbation, hate fucking, porn w little to no plot, penis in vagina sex, reader is afab, slight degradation (use of slut & whore), creampie, probably ooc

words : 1,177

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Ever since appearing in this god forsaken circus, you and Jax have had constant back and forth bickering. It’s not to say you hated him, hate is a strong word. But, he definitely knew how to push your buttons and you couldn’t help but want to rip his head off sometimes.

You were in the main hall of the circus, talking to Ragatha while wandering around. You two had become pretty close since you got trapped in the circus. As you were walking, you were suddenly tripped over, falling flat onto your face. You looked up to see who the culprit was. Of course, it was Jax. Your face grew red with anger and embarrassment, as you picked yourself off the ground and dusted yourself off. “Oh, heya, toots. Didn’t see ya there, was jus’ stretchin’ my leg.” He grinned that shit eating grin, chuckling. You pointed an accusatory finger at him, as you spoke through gritted teeth, “You did that on purpose, asshole.” Before you could get another word in, Ragatha placed her hand on your shoulder, an indication that it wasn’t worth the fight. You sighed, and Jax walked off smugly. “Ugh. What a dick.” You grumbled under your breath, huffing as you crossed your arms. Ragatha seemed way too nonchalant with what had just happened, laughing softly. “Oh, come on Y/N. We all know you have a thing for him. Why don’t you just get it over with and tell him?” She asked, cocking a brow. You were gobsmacked. You? Like him? You batted your hand dismissively, a soft ‘psh’ sound escaping your mouth. “As if, Rags. You have to be kidding me. You couldn’t pay me to have any sort of feeling for him other than complete and utter dislike.”

What a lie.

Later that night, or rather, later (you couldn’t really tell the time in the digital circus. It was always a clash between both times.) You were in your room. You couldn’t help but think about what had happened earlier, and how Ragatha seemed to see right through your façade. All of the other residents were in the main hall, ‘eating’ a feast that Bubble had prepared after one of Caine’s silly adventures, and you had decided to sit this one out. Despite not even being allowed to curse in the digital circus, you wanted to experiment. You had made sure your door was locked, and slyly slinked your hand into your panties. Huh. The devs must be some sort of pervs, because you definitely felt something. You slid a finger into your heat, gasping softly at this oh so familiar feeling you hadn’t felt since getting stuck here. You began pumping your finger in and out, before adding a second. You were getting close to the edge, when you heard the doorknob of your door jiggle.

Jax had assumed you were with everyone else in the main hall, and thought it’d be funny to play a little prank on you. He jiggled your door open with one of his many keys, only to find you inside with your blanket loosely thrown over you, your eyes wide as you tried to wipe your slick into the covers. “Jax? What the fuck? What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice shaky as you panted slightly. “I-Uh, I thought you were with everyone else.” He stammered a little, feeling caught off guard to have walked in on you. He didn’t even know doing.. that was possible here. Guess you’d proven him wrong. You glared at him, wondering why he hadn’t left yet. He did the complete opposite, taking a step into your room and closing the door behind him, placing a hand on his hip. He chuckled dryly, looking you up and down as his grin grew wider. “You seriously gettin’ off in here while everyone else eats? What a whore.” He snickered, as he sauntered over to your bed. It’d be a lie to say the degradation didn’t make slick ooze down your naked thighs. “Need some help?”

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“F-Fuck, Jax!” You whined breathily underneath him. Jax had you bent over, one hand supporting your waist up and the other tangled in your hair. His dick (that he just realised he’d had) slammed into you at a rough pace, and he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “Ah, ah, ah, don’t want your friends to hear you being stuffed full of the guy you pretend to hate, do you?” He moved one of his hands to cover your drool covered mouth with a laugh. You were barely able to form coherent thoughts, as a string of censored curses fell out of your mouth and soft gasps. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, before he suddenly pulled out. You were about to protest, before he flipped you over onto your back. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and shoved himself back into you, this new angle doing wonders, hitting all the right spots inside of you. “Fuck, s’too much!” You felt tears prick in your eyes as he kept jackhammering into you like an animal in heat, his dick hitting much deeper now. “Take it, slut. That’s right, milk my cock.” He grunted, as he continued fucking into you, his pace staggering slightly. He leaned down, latching his lips onto your neck as he began to mark you. You knew everyone would see it tomorrow, but that was the least of your worries at this point. “You’re such a little whore , y’know that? Pretendin’ ya hate me, but I know ya were thinkin’ bout me when ya were in here gettin’ yerself off. Admit it.” His voice was strained as he panted into your ear. You could barely form the words, all that as coming out was, “Y-Yes, I was, j-just don’t stop!” You begged, your hands finding his back, scratching him slightly as you tried to hold on. He took that too literally, as he picked up his pace once more. “C-Close. I’m close, Jax.” You moaned into his ear, before coming undone around him. He kept thrusting in and out, fucking you through your orgasm until he came inside you. He stopped, as he rode out his own climax, filling you up in the process. He had his head in the crook of your neck, and you could feel his hot breath on your skin as he finished. “Haah, fuck, toots, didn’t take ya for a slut.” He said with a slight laugh, before pulling out of you and laying next to you on the bed. “Soo.. Still hate me?” He snickered, and you gave him a little too hard of a nudge to the stomach. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t push your luck before I kick you out.” You grumbled, but cuddled up against him all the same. “Fine. I was gonna offer to help you out more often, but guess not.” He teased, as he put an arm around you.

Maybe you two didn’t hate each other that much after all.

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a/n : first smut fic i’ve ever written ! apologies if it was lowkey bad i just felt goofy . i’ll probably start getting more active on here but don’t hold me to that bcs i always forget i even have a tumblr page LOL

anyways hope you enjoyed 💥

[mercurialrain]

I Couldn’t Have, I Was Playing Hopscotch with Hawkmoth

Felix slid into his seat next to Dupain-Cheng, wondering what would happen today. 

It seemed that her new policy of dealing with Lila’s lies and the simultaneous ire of the class was to say whatever crazy thing popped into her head whenever they accused her of something. It had been rather entertaining, to say the least. 

The first time she’d done it, their faces had been so comical that it had made Felix wish he’d brought his camera to school. 

“Marinette! How could you shove Lila into the lockers?” Kim had stood in front of the crowd, his arms crossed in what was clearly meant to be an intimidating pose. 

Marinette had looked up with a blank expression. 

“I couldn’t have, I was playing hopscotch with Hawkmoth. He’s a really bad loser, so I had to leave before he had a full-on temper tantrum.” She had said it with the blandest tone he’d ever heard her use, which only added to the effect. 

Everyone’s mouths had opened and closed like a fish’s, trying to figure out how to respond to her answer. It was obviously not true, but how did someone respond to that?

She’d held Kim’s gaze, no trace of amusement on her face. 

It had worked exactly how he suspected she intended; they hadn’t managed to come up with anything before Bustier had come back in the room, breezily instructing everyone to turn to page 294 in their textbooks. 

The next time, it seemed that they had come a little better prepared, allowing Alix to lead the charge. She was notorious for having a witty retort to everything, so it made sense. Unfortunately, Marinette had also come with a plan. 

“Marinette! Care to tell us why you sabotaged Lila’s project in the art room?”

Marinette had held up a finger, digging in her backpack. The class had watched with interest, as this was the first reaction that hadn’t been outright hostile or bland. 

She’d pulled out her tablet and typed something before turning it around. 

Can’t talk. I lost my voice after too much yelling at the heavy metal concert I went to last night. 

Alix had blinked at the idea of sugar-sweet Marinette attending a heavy metal concert, but recovered quickly. “Ok, so type out why you destroyed her project!”

Some more typing, then a response. Couldn’t have, I was helping scientists extract DNA from mosquitoes in amber to make dinosaurs.

“That’s the plot of Jurassic Park!”

Where do you think they got the idea from?

Alix had stared for a moment more before throwing up her hands. “This is useless, she’s clearly gone off the deep end!” She’d stormed out, leaving the rest of the class behind, unsure of what to do now that they’d lost their ringer.

Again, Bustier had made the decision of what to do for them, coming in with a reminder of the worksheet they had due at the end of class. 

Needless to say, Felix believed that this was a very good use of her creative mind. Watching her outsmart the idiots of the class in her own way was endlessly amusing and had quickly become his favorite part of the day. 

Today, before the daily confrontation, Bustier had assigned them a project, a partner project with their deskmate. For Felix, that was Marinette. Since they’d been working on the project all day, Lila hadn’t had the chance to leave and lie about anything, pushing the confrontation to likely after the lunch break. Felix could hardly wait to see what she said this time. Maybe this project would allow him to get to know and understand her better.

“So for the project I was thinking that we make a PowerPoint-” Marinette cut herself off, staring at him with a puzzled expression. “You’re almost smiling at me. Are you feeling alright?”

Felix immediately wiped his expression, mildly mortified that he’d outwardly shown his amusement, but forged ahead. “I see you got your voice back. Was the heavy metal worth it?”

“What? Oh, that. I’m fine.”

“Oh, I know. Your recent interactions with the class have been thoroughly entertaining.” 

“Glad you’ve been enjoying it. Confusion is certainly better than outright hostility.” She sighed, suddenly looking very tired. 

“It’s about time that you started retaliating, even if it’s just by scrambling the two collective brain cells they have left. I don’t know that I could’ve put up with Rossi’s bullshit for as long as you have with the patience you’ve had.”

Her eyes snapped to him. “You know she’s lying?”

He scoffed. “Please, don’t insult my intelligence like that. Of course I know she’s lying.”

Marinette was silent. He could almost see the burden on her shoulders getting lighter with the realization she wasn’t alone in knowing Rossi was a liar and was about to comment further on it when Marinette smiled. It was a mischievous smile that promised trouble, which immediately intrigued Felix. He hadn’t seen much of her troublemaker side except for the few glimpses from her last interactions with the class, but he had a feeling there was one hell of a wicked streak somewhere underneath that cotton candy. 

“You wanna help?”

He considered for a moment. Was it worth getting involved in? On one hand, it was enjoyable to just be merely a spectator. On the other hand, he wanted to know more about this side of Marinette and it was always enjoyable to see idiots put in their place. 

“I’m in.”

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After school, Felix and Marinette were at their desk, waiting for the confrontation. 

And like a bad penny, the class came back to try again. It seemed that they were shuffling who was leading the ‘Marinette how dare you’ brigade, and this time they had chosen Adrien. Felix knew about her crush on him, so he supposed that it was a rather strategic move on their part, if he wasn’t able to see the barely hidden disdain for the boy on her face. 

“Marinette, you know that it wasn’t kind of you to throw Lila’s backpack down the stairs while she was in the cafeteria. That’s not the everyday Ladybug we all know and love.” 

Ah, the guilt trip method. Usually foolproof on someone as empathetic as Marinette, rendered useless by Marinette’s developing apathy towards the class.

“It must’ve been someone else. I spent the lunch break teaching Mr. Ramier’s pigeons how to moonwalk. I wouldn’t have gotten back in time if Felix hadn’t realized the time and dragged me back.”

“Now, Marinette, don’t lie about it.”

“I’m not. Felix?”

Felix nodded, pulling up a video on his phone and showing it to the class. In it, Marinette stood next to some pigeons, clearly demonstrating how to moonwalk. The pigeons looked on curiously, occasionally pecking at her shoes and awkwardly waddling backwards. Mr. Ramier sat in the background, alternately cheering or throwing birdseed to the pigeons. The video clearly had the timestamp of about ten minutes before their break ended, so they would’ve had to rush to get back to class. There was no way they could’ve done anything.

Marinette looked back at Adrien and folded her arms. “Well? I’ll take my apology now.”

Felix snorted at the flabbergasted expression on Adrien’s face, casually putting his arm over Marinette’s shoulders. He didn’t really know why he did it, only that it felt right. Apparently she didn’t mind, since she just readjusted to be a bit more comfortable. “Give him a minute, he’s rebooting.”

“Wait, are the two of you dating?” He blurted out, then immediately looked like he regretted it. 

This time, Marinette snorted. “Because the only reason he’d support me was if he was my boyfriend? No, that’s what friends are meant to do, Adrien.” The last sentence was laden with poison that Felix didn’t know the context for, but Adrien did, because he flinched. 

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, turning away. 

As soon as the class turned away, her head fell on his shoulder, her face crumpling in pain. He didn’t know what to do but hug her shoulders tighter. He’d seen that her love language was physical touch, so maybe it would help? After a while, her face smoothed and she lifted her head, seemingly doing better. 

“Hey, thanks for backing me up.”

Felix shrugged. “It was fun.”

She turned to look at him. “No, I’m serious. It’s been a long time since anyone’s had my back, even if it’s just to mess with someone. Thank you.”

Why did he suddenly feel all warm inside? “So what’s the next plan?”

Marinette looked surprised. “You want to be involved in the next one?”

“Sure, why not?”

She looked away, her cheeks turning a light pink. “Maybe we could, well, I don’t know, I don’t want you thinking that I’m just saying this because Adrien said it because I promise I’m really not, but maybe we could, um, discuss it on a date?”

“But we hardly know each other.” What did she see in him that she liked? Sure, he’d helped her once, but that was hardly grounds for someone liking someone, was it?

“That’s the point of the date. To get to know someone. Besides, I want to see if you’re as nice as I suspect you are under that prickly exterior.” She was looking at him again, cheeks now a bright red, but with determination in her eyes. 

Well, hadn’t he wanted to get to know her better too? “Sure.”

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Plot Bunny; den mom Black Zero.

“You’re Kon-El’s age?” Wonder Woman says, looking thoughtful. 

“I said that, yes,” Black Zero replies in annoyance. He usually has a higher estimation of Wonder Woman’s intelligence than to need the obvious restated, but it could be worse; could be Superman talking again. 

“Are you intending to repeat your crimes in this reality?” Wonder Woman says. 

“You cannot possibly be stupid enough to think I’d answer that truthfully either way,” Black Zero says, eyeing her dubiously. The corner of her mouth quirks up, just a little. 

“Perhaps,” she says. “But I imagine you’re aware that I do have a method to assure that you would.” 

Black Zero rolls his eyes, then holds out his arm in further annoyance. It’s not as if he needs to lie, much less cares enough to. If he wanted to kill them, he’d be killing them. 

“Thank you,” Wonder Woman says, because of course she’d waste time on that, and then loops her lasso around his wrist. “Your name, please?” 

“Black Zero,” Black Zero says. Wonder Woman hums consideringly. 

“What are your intentions towards this reality, Black Zero?” she says. 

“To explain to your Superboy why he’s an idiot and murder anyone between him and his brother,” Black Zero replies dryly. “Also, I might punch your Superman. He’s pissing me off and I’ve never actually gotten the chance to.” 

“Technically not true,” Superboy says. “One of the Superboys we met was actually a younger alternate of Superman, and you definitely punched him. Like, really hard. And his dog.” 

“Did I?” Black Zero feels pleased. “Good.” 

“You’re such a prick, man,” Superboy says, scowling at him. “The dog!” 

“I hate dogs,” Black Zero replies with a dismissive shrug. 

“So do I, but that is not the point!” Superboy says in exasperation, throwing his hands up. “And we’re not murdering anybody! No murder!” 

“You’re not, maybe,” Black Zero snorts. Wonder Woman watches his face, her own expression still thoughtful. 

“You want to abduct Match from the Agenda,” she says, which is again something he feels he’s made very obvious, but whatever. 

“It’s adorable that you’d describe freeing a legally-enslaved teenager as ‘abduction’,” he says. 

“Arguably, I couldn’t even describe him as a teenager, given he’s . . . how much younger than you, Kon-El?” Wonder Woman asks, glancing towards Superboy.

“Oh, uh–like a year, about?” he says. “I think about a year, anyway, I’m a little fuzzy on some of the dates, after the Wild Lands and–I think about a year, yeah.” 

“So you people left a newborn clone with an organization run by slavers,” Black Zero says. “For a year. That’s about as impressive as I’d expect from a Justice League, yes.” 

“Match has made his feelings on remaining with the Agenda clear more than once,” Superman says, narrowing his eyes at him. Black Zero gives him a dubious look. “We tried to help him. He’s made his choice."

“Yes, physiological teenagers with five minutes’ worth of life experience are notoriously adept at making informed choices with long-term consequences that involve them rejecting everything about and everyone in the only life they’ve ever known,” Black Zero drawls, rolling his eyes. “Silly me. How could I forget.” 

“Your priorities are . . . interesting,” Wonder Woman muses, still watching him thoughtfully. He doesn’t know what she thinks she’s looking for. 

“They're correct, is what they are,” he says. “No one else gives a fuck about our kind.” 

“Clones, you mean?” Wonder Woman says. 

“You keep asking me incredibly obvious questions,” Black Zero says. Who else would he mean? 

It's been made very clear to him that no one else is going to look out for any of them except each other.

[frownyalfred]

I can’t help but wonder where Dick Grayson is in your A Coral Room universe. What happened? Did he get to stay with the circus this time due to pack law or something? That would probably be one of the best outcomes for him I think, I just miss my Blue Bird :(

I’ve been ducking a few similar questions about Dick since I really don’t want to ruin people’s fun ideas/hopes. But the truth is, I’ve been envisioning a pretty different world for Dick in that series.

He and Bruce parted on difficult terms when he was still very young (just around Dick’s presentation) and didn’t ever call each other pack. Dick was Robin until he presented alpha, and he left Bruce around that time for a variety of reasons. Most of them reflect Bruce’s fear of alphas, fear of his own designation, and his need to reject all dynamic from his own life in order to pursue his mission.

Jason and Dick never overlapped. They never even met. By the time Bruce had softened enough to take on another pup, Dick was a young alpha on his own in Bludhaven. He probably read about Bruce’s adoption in the news, and it probably hurt like nothing else. Because Jason was getting what Bruce had refused him — a chance to be pack, to be close to him. To have an omega carrier defend and love him.

But Bruce couldn’t handle an alpha in his own house that wasn’t pack. And by the time Jason was coming around to presenting, we could see those same anxieties surfacing again. From both him and Jason. The same need to keep all pack bonds at arm’s length.

Dick is his own vigilante in Bludhaven, but likely on a much smaller level than someone backed by Bruce would’ve been. He has his own pack. He’s a kind and balanced alpha, despite carrying all this hurt and rejection.

I haven’t written him into the main storyline yet because 1) the first and second fics were about Bruce and Jason respectively 2) I’m still somewhat working off the BVS framework where there was only ever one Robin and 3) people have been really really pushy about it. Like somehow the work I’m putting out isn’t good enough to read because Dick isn’t there. As if Jason’s side of things can’t stand on its own without Dick or Tim even.

Dick will show up, I promise. But I also stand by the plot and characters of the existing story and I think they’re worth reading too. It’s hard to set up a newly healed world with Jason and Bruce without giving them time to be their own characters first. Bruce is technically a bad guy for Dick — but as we’ve seen, he’s been doing a lot of healing. He’s a complex character now.

Okay, whew. Tiny rant over. If you’ve sent me an ask about Dick’s appearance in this story in the last few months, I apologize. I was getting close to 5-6 asks a day about it and it was making me sad. Hopefully this explanation helps a little.

[chitty-chitty-bang-bang-bang]

Vlad, Viago and Deacon as parents [pt. 3]

[part 1] [part 2]

Requested by @italakthoughts (btw, is it pronounced like “eehtalak” or “aytalak”?)

Author’s note: There will be some angst in this part, sorry guys, couldn’t help myself. This is probably the last part of this as headcanons, but I might make a one shot later. Also, I am still open to requests, but I will be a bit slower with posting, bc college is kicking my ass so hard it’s ridiculous.

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All three have their favourite game to play with you.

For Deacon it’s tag. You run around the whole house, climbing walls and ceilings, turning into bats or dogs and always trying to outsmart each other.

With all the excessive energy both of you have, this is literally the perfect activity to get you to fall asleep faster, because your tag is hardcore. A human wouldn’t stand a chance.

With Vlad it’s blind man’s buff. Because of vampire’s heightened sensitivity, this game becomes all the more challenging for the one hiding, because you have to move very smoothly and be completely silent.

Of course, Vladislav still senses where you are, but he likes to give way to you. Your happy smile whenever you win is absolutely worth it.

Viago always goes for hide and seek. At first, you weren’t a very good at it and chose the most obvious hiding places. But with time you improved to the point, where Viago sometimes legitimately wonders if he lost you.

When he can’t find you for way too long, he just gives up and asks you to come out of your hiding place.

You also do a lot of tea parties together.

Just imagine the three of them sitting at a tiny table with toy cups filled with blood.

You usually made up some kind of weird circumstances for the party. For example, you pretend that you’re aristocratic mice, who conquered a cat’s lair and now celebrate your victory with a tea party. Or you are all wives of a wealthy king and you plot his murder to share the power between the four of you.

They really get into their imaginary roles. Though sometimes this can lead to them getting a bit carried away and actually starting a fight over a fictional event.

Nick and Stu often join in as well.

You really like playing with Vlad’s hair, since he has the longest out of the three and that means you can do a lot of funny hairdos. He doesn’t really mind, as long as you’re careful to not rip anything out (it grows back very fast, but it’s still an unpleasant feeling).

Deacon often gives you piggyback rides anywhere and everywhere. You basically use him as a jungle gym and while it sometimes annoys him, he rarely protests.

In winter, Viago always takes you ice skating. Even though you’re a vampire and you can’t catch a cold (or feel cold for that matter), he still insist on you wearing very warm clothes. People might think he’s not taking good care of his kid!

When they go to New York for the vampiric council duties (shoutout to wwdits show), they take you with them. Viago definitely takes you to see a musical. He’s not bailing on that. And it’s probably going to be something incredibly campy. Probably Andrew Lloyd Webber too.

You and Deacon have an absolute blast in the NY subway, scaring random people to death with little to no repercussions or getting into the last car and drinking whoever dared to sit there alone.

Some random blogger accidentally caught you and Vladislav turning into bats in an alleyway of Manhattan on video. So you had to hunt him down and hypnotise his whole audience into forgetting about the existence of that footage. It felt nice to be famous even if only for a bit.

As any flatting situation, these three have a lot of bickering and arguments.

They really try to avoid having any of those arguments in front of you, but sometimes it gets out of control. In those cases, they try to either deflate it or just ask you to leave the room and let them sort this out.

Petty or not, parents’ arguments are not something a child should be watching.

If you ever die from being burnt by sunlight or get killed by a vampire slayer they will be utterly devastated.

Vladislav is probably the best at handling it. He grieves silently by himself, reminiscing about all the fun silly things you’d say and do when he wasn’t in the mood. With time, the sadness numbs. But there is still that gaping emptiness somewhere in his immortal soul.

Viago would never forgive himself. Maybe if he took better care of you, if he paid more attention, if he took more precautions, if he kept a closer eye on you, if he was just by your side at the right time… maybe you’d still be running through the halls of this dusty house…

Deacon is just furious. He’s furious at whatever caused your death and he’s furious at you for being so reckless and getting yourself killed. Why do his closest ones keep leaving him so suddenly?

But that won’t happen obviously, you’re not dumb enough to die twice ;)

Genuinely, your time with them could be considered one of the happiest periods of your life. And if you tell them that, they will feel very proud of themselves.

All three of them really mean well and want to give you the childhood they never had.

[verfound]

FIC: "Love is a Star" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

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04 September 2024

Prompt 32: Stars (B)

“Have you ever heard of hanahaki?”

He turned his head, looking away from the expanse of stars stretching out above them.  They’d had to drive nearly two hours out of the city to find this spot, but lying there now, looking up at the night sky stretching out above them, he thought it was worth it.

That might have just been the company, though.

A lot of things felt worth it when Marinette was with him.

“Hanahaki?” he asked, frowning as he considered her question.  “That’s the flower thing, right?”

“Yeah,” she said, tapping her fingers against her stomach.  “Kagami was telling me about it.  It’s like…when you can’t confess your love to someone.  Or if it’s unreturned.  Something like that.  Flowers grow in your lungs and suffocate you.”

“Sounds awful,” he said.  She was still staring at the sky, but he was still watching her.  He had the better view anyway, he couldn’t help but think.  “What brought that up?”

“It was in that new book she’s reading,” she said, shrugging a little.  “You know how I’m always late.  She’s started bringing books while she waits on our juice dates.”

He grinned at that.  They hadn’t been drinking juice during their meetups for a while now.

“I dunno,” she said, shrugging a little.  “It just kinda…stuck with me.  The thought that telling someone you love them could be so paralyzing you just…choke to death.  I’ve just been thinking about it lately, I guess.”

He frowned.

“…you’ve been thinking about suffocating on flowers?” he asked.  She giggled and reached over, blindly swatting at his shoulder.  She missed, hitting his ribs instead, and he moved an arm from behind his head to find her hand.  He smiled once their fingers were linked.  “We have a zillion beautiful stars up there to distract us, and you’re here thinking such morbid thoughts.  If I had wanted to hang out with someone so grim, I would have stayed home or invited Juleka.”

“Jerk,” she laughed, squeezing his hand.  “No, it’s just…I don’t know.  It’s not necessarily the choking on flowers part, but…huh.  I wonder if it’s always flowers?”

He frowned, waiting for her to continue.  She sighed and shrugged, a little awkwardly since they were still lying down.

“Like…I don’t know.  What if you choked on stars?  What if your love turned into a light, so warm and bright inside you you just…couldn’t contain it?  And then it just had to get out, but you’re a hopeless disaster that could never tell the boy you liked you were so nuts about him?” she asked.  She finally turned away from the stars.  Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him.  “I wonder what would hurt more: thorns scratching as they came out or stars burning?  I mean, you’d be dead either way, but I wonder which is worse.”

There was a haunted, distracted look to her face – one that reminded him of days long past filled with plots and schemes and too many tears.  It didn’t sit right with him – it never really had.

“…thank God it’s not real and the answer is neither,” he said, his voice soft.  She rolled her eyes and looked back at the sky.

“Seriously,” she said, huffing out a little laugh.  “I bet I’d have it, if it was.  I’d be dead by sunrise”

“No, you wouldn’t,” he said, his voice firmer.  “Don’t say that.”

“Why not?  It’s true,” she said.  She sighed and closed her eyes, her smile turning bittersweet.  “You remember Adrien.”

Of course he did.

“…yeah,” he sighed.  It was hard to forget, some days.  She’d been in love with Adrien for most of the time he’d known her.  He finally looked back at the stars, unable to look at her any longer.  “No offense, Mari, but…I kind of hated him, in the end.”

She frowned, and he knew she had misunderstood.

“He had nothing to do with –” she started, but he shook his head and squeezed her hand again.

“I didn’t care about the Hawkmoth stuff,” he said.  “I know how hard that was on him.  I meant because of you.  I never understood how someone could be so…calloused with another person’s heart.  You deserved better, Marinette.”

“It was all for the best, in the end,” she said.  “Kagami saw him not so long ago.  He’s happy in London.  And it’s been a long time since I would’ve choked on anything for him.”

She closed her eyes, sighing, and he wondered at the little inflection of her voice.  The emphasis she had put on the ‘him’.  He wondered who she would choke for, if not Adrien Agreste.

“No, it’s just…I don’t know.  I just wonder sometimes…” she said, shrugging again.  “Am I just doomed to never be able to tell the people I care about how much I love them, and isn’t that the root of hanahaki?  I’d choke to death in under a week, all because I’m a coward.”

Bullshit, he couldn’t help but think.  She was anything but.  He pushed himself up on his elbows and leaned towards her, his brow pinched.

“…you’d tell me,” he said, his voice firm.  She opened her eyes and looked at him, and they widened just the slightest when she saw him leaning over her.  “You would tell me if you loved me, right?  You wouldn’t put yourself at risk like that.  Especially since you know that’s all I’ve ever wanted to tell you.”

“…I…” she started, but then his hand was on her cheek and his thumb brushed beneath her eye.

“Marinette, promise me,” he said.  “Because there’s no way in hell I wouldn’t return it.  And there’s no way in hell I’d just sit back and watch you die because…God, Marinette.  You wouldn’t do that to me.  Right?”

“…I thought hanahaki wasn’t real,” she said, her voice quiet.  “So why would it matter?”

“It matters,” he said.  “Your feelings always matter.”

She swallowed.  The stars suddenly didn’t seem as interesting anymore, which was kind of a shame.  Luka had put so much work into this trip for her, wanting to get her out of the city so she could finally relax.  You couldn’t see stars like this in Paris, and she was so busy staring at his stupid face she was missing the whole thing.

…she didn’t really mind.  She was pretty sure she had the better view, anyway.

“…of course I’d tell you,” she said softly.  “I’d try, at least.”

“There’s no try, Marinette,” he said.  Her lips twitched with a smile.

“Only do or do not?” she asked, and he rolled his eyes as he chuckled.

“You’d tell me,” he said, ignoring her joke.  “Promise me, Marinette.  Promise me you’d tell me.”

“I’d tell you,” she said.  He sighed, his body seeming to sag with relief, and he nodded.  She swallowed, a pleasant thrumming running through her as she studied his profile in the darkness.  “…hey, Luka?”

“Yeah?” he asked, opening his eyes, and something about the way they glittered in the starlight was making her dizzy.  She reached for his hand again, then seemed to think better of it and reached up to tuck some of his hair behind his ear.  He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, his smile growing.

“I love you,” she said.  Her breath caught as he turned his head and kissed her palm.  She lost it entirely when he opened his eyes to smile down at her.

“…I love you, too, Marinette.”

[sykosomatic]

detective hoffman x apprentice!male reader <3 (nsfw!!!)

cw: reader gets fucked in a saw trap, no plot just porn, reader giving hoffman head, rough sex, no condom/lube for plot purposes (but you should use those things irl!), hoffman spits at reader, reader is submissive, reader bottoms, hoffman cums in reader’s throat and ass, famous saw bathroom makes an appearance(!).

((as voted on in the poll i posted a couple days ago!))

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your head was throbbing from dehydration, your eyes opening to a harsh blue light. the blue only made it worse, your eyes straining in the fluorescents. you couldn’t remember much about where you’d even been before this… working on a trap, maybe? that’s the last thing you remembered, but something could’ve happened between then and … whatever was happening now. “ugh…” you groaned, trying to move and get up, and finding out that your wrists were strapped down to the chair you were sat in. and your ankles as well..? what the hell was going on?

“hello..? guys, this isn’t funny…!” you groaned out, your own voice making your head throb. your shoulders felt heavy, and you looked down to see that there was in fact a trap around your neck. you recognized it; amanda had been working on this one. was it finished? was she trying it out on you..? “amanda?” you croaked, hooding for an answer. now that your eyes had adjusted, you knew where you were at. that damn bathroom.

you felt hands on your shoulders — well, they parts of your shoulders not carrying the shotgun trap on them — and you jumped a bit, looking for the owner as he walked around to the front of your chair. you frowned thoughtfully, wondering what had spurred him to put you here, looking around for a timer. what had you done to warrant a trap? you minded your own business, helped when needed… and besides, you’d already survived your own trap. a second wasn’t necessary; you still had the scars from the first. “hoffman..?” you mused, watching him take something out of his coat pocket. a tape recorder. your stomach flipped.

before you could object or voice your concerns for being tested again, he set the tape recorder in your lap. he reached in and pressed a button on the side of your collar, presumably turning it on. there wasn’t a timer — amanda had wired it to be set off some other way. hoffman pressed play on the tape player and his own raspy voice played from the tape.

“hello, young apprentice. i want to play a game.”

hoffman shifted forward. you watched him undo his belt and slide his zipper down as his voice over the tape told you what to do.

“i want you to prove yourself to me. you deem yourself worthy of being an apprentice, and yet you’ve done nothing to prove you can handle it. do you have what it takes?”

hoffman’s cock was what you’d expected for his build and height; it was girthy, and probably a bit above average length. he stroked it slowly in front of you, making your face hot.

“you want me to suck you off,” you gathered, from the very obvious information in front of you. his lopsided grin gave you butterflies. you hadn’t thought of him sexually before, not really, and as you looked up at him you wondered why. he had a nice muscular, dad bod build. his face was attractive, and when he did decide to speak his voice was raspy and rugged.

instead of answering, he pulled a little switch box out of his pocket and pressed a button. you heard your collar beep, as if activated. you’d thought it was already activated… evidently he’d tweaked amanda’s design and added a timer.

“you have two minutes,” came his voice from above you; his real voice, making you shudder. what, you had to make him cum in two minutes using just your mouth to prove you deserved to live? was that what your life was worth, a blowjob? little did you know, he had a lot more in store for you than that.

you leaned your head in and met him halfway, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. you figured you obviously didn’t have very long so you had to skip the niceties of a really good blowjob; you had to give him a good, fast, sloppy one.

you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, bobbing your head and trying to fit as much of his girth down your throat as possible. you fought back a gag, clawing your fingernails into the wooden armrests of your chair. his hand found the back of your head, driving his shaft down deeper and making you choke. drool dribbled down your chin, slathering all over his cock as he made you gag on his length. he seemed to like the sound, and hey, if he was gonna help you win, who were you to object?

your drool coated his cock as you gagged, practically streaming down his length and balls. he grunted in pleasure after a moment, shoving your head down even further. the hair at the base of his cock tickled against your nose and chin. he held you there for a moment, his grip tight on the back of your head as he growled lowly, cumming deep into the back of your throat. you sputtered and choked, drooling his cum out of your mouth. you tried to swallow what you could, not knowing whether or not that would get you penalized.

you expected him to disarm the collar once you were through sucking him off but he didn’t. he undid your leg restraints, and you stayed put. why hadn’t he disarmed the collar?

hoffman undid your wrist restraints, grabbing you roughly and turning you around, shoving your knees into the seat of the chair. you grinned in protest but didn’t say anything else just yet. what else was he going to do to you?

hoffman restrained your wrists on the top of the back of the chair, tying your wrists up between the rungs. “i… won.. didn’t i?” you asked. as soon as the words left your mouth you knew better than to have asked them and your face went red as hoffman yanked your pants down, exposing your bare ass to the undeniable chill of the room.

“oh, am i mistaken? have you proven yourself worthy to me?” he spat at you, first in his tone and then actually spitting at the rim of your asshole. he was going to fuck you. why did the thought of that make you so aroused?

“well.. my two minutes was up.. wasn’t it?”

hoffman chuckled, like he knew something you didn’t, and he wasn’t going to tell you.

“did you like my mouth so much you wanted the real thing?” you asked playfully, biting your lip as you awaited his response. he smacked your ass, hard, and you gasped. “fuck!”

“maybe so,” he muttered, chuckling at your reaction. you could feel, but not see, his cock aligning at the entrance of your asshole. it made you clench up in anticipation but you quickly realized that would be a bad idea. you relaxed your body as much as you could as you felt his slobber and cum covered cock sink into your asshole. god, was he so girthy. you moaned deeply, spreading your legs the best you could to give him room. his cock was warm and wet as it slid up into you, making you whine as he sheathed himself all the way in.

he gave no warning as he slid slowly out that he’d slam back into you, and you hadn’t expected one, but it would’ve been nice. you saw stars as he pounded his cock into you, hitting that oh-so-special spot about the third time in. it had you unraveling in seconds, drooling and whining. his hands held tight to your ass, so tight you were sure there would be bruises. and occasionally spanked you to get a good reaction.

“oh, fuck!” you cried out as you came, splattering the chair with your cum. your legs shook as he kept taking you, making your eyes water. he was fucking you so hard you’d started getting lightheaded. you moaned and whined incoherently, your head bobbing with his movements like you were some sort of rag doll. god, it felt so good.

“shit, shit!” you cried out as he milked a second orgasm out of you. how had he done that? your asshole was raw and sore by the time you came from him pounding out that spot. that was three now? your wrists were rubbed raw from the writhing and wriggling he was working out of you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care that much.

hoffman was quiet save for the occasional grunt or groan, right up until the end where he started almost growling. you could feel him being impossibly rougher as he got to his orgasm; he was clawing at your sides, back, and ass. as he came, he held your ass cheeks flush against his hips, keeping you there as he unloaded himself into you. he filled you up, making you moan out at the sensation. “fuck…” you breathed out as he finished.

hoffman pulled his cock out of your ass, slow and deliberate as he watched his cum spill out of you and down your thighs. he smacked your ass one last time, pressing the button to disarm the collar — finally — making relief course through you. he undid your restraints, unexpectedly, and wordlessly walked away. “i had fun too..!” you called to him as he walked off, leaving you there covered in his cum.

[monowritestoomuch]

This is Going To Get Us Burned For Being Witches, Isn’t It?

Chapter 1: The World Turned Upside Down

Notes: *Tries to make it historically accurate* My google searches are absurd, guys. I don’t know how people in the 1700’s spoke, leave me alone please, I’m just a little guy! There were contradicting sources on what color Hamilton’s eyes were. I tried to find ppl from Hamilton’s actual life, friends from Kings College and such. 

I don’t know whether I want to change the year and have a different plot or something else. Because I have zero ideas on where to place Olympus. I am open to suggestions at any time though! Feel free to do so!

This week was hectic for me! And next week is going to be even more hectic for me! Expect a chapter in the next two weeks. Happy Yom Kippur!

So. . .you may be wondering how I got to camp in the first place? It’s not really–heroic? It’s not heroic, okay! I'm fourteen for gods’ sake! Leave me be!

I wasn’t born in New York, hell, I wasn’t born on the mainland. I wasn't really born at all, but I’ll explain that later. I was born in the year of seventeen-fifty-seven and raised in Charleston on a British owned Island called Nevis. 

According to my–to my mother, she had found me in her house, in a basket on her bed, with a note. She never–she never told me what the note said, but she took me in with no questions. She named me Alexander, because she knew I would be great. I was raised with a brother, James Jr., and my father. . .James Hamilton. We didn’t exactly–we didn’t get along.

I was raised alongside my brother. . .and with my father. For ten years. That was–until he left, something about bigamy, and–other stuff I’d rather not mention for at least a little while. 

When I was ten, my mother and I got sick, sick with yellow fever. I got sick first and I gave it to her. We would lay in that bed for hours on end, days on end. That’s when he left, too much of a bother to deal with us. With the limited medicine, it helped me, it helped her. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t–it wasn’t enough. I got better, but she didn’t. 

Within the next year, when I was eleven, she passed from yellow fever. 

We were sent to live with our cousin, Peter Lytton. My brother blamed me, he blamed me for months. While I was with my cousin, I worked. I needed to make myself into something, someone. I couldn’t die there, on that island. I couldn’t let my mother down.

A few months later, I was working as a clerk, and when I came home–he was hanging. I tried to get help, I ran until my lungs were sore and my head spun, screaming for help, but it was no use. Peter Lytton was dead. 

My brother looked at me with such remorse when he got back from his own job. He looked at me with blatant disgust. I won’t say it didn’t hurt. Even now, as I write this, I think he blamed me. 

Not long after that, he left. He left to go pursue an education.

I worked a whole year more at my clerk job, saving as much money as I could. Skipping meals, and working extra hours. It was grueling, but it was worth it.

Then the hurricane came when I was fourteen, and destroyed my home. I was devastated, but I was too stubborn to give in, to give up. I wrote an article on it, and got it published in the newspaper. I didn’t know it at the time, but it touched the hearts of the people of the island, so much so that they pooled money to send me to the mainland, to New York, to pursue an education. 

I didn’t know how much they cared, but cared, they did. They saw my writing, and they loved it. They wished for me to get an education. I would thank them all individually over and over if I could. 

Less than a week later, I was on a ship to the mainland, to New York. I was ready to pursue a new life, even though I was leaving everything behind. 

But I was naive, so very naive back then. 

I had landed in Boston and made my way to New York City. Boston was large, with protests in the streets and newspapers of scandal about and around. New York was smaller, albeit not quieter at all whatsoever, but a little less. . .mad? Unstable? Unhinged? Certainly, unhinged summarized Boston. 

New York City had pubs and lodges all around, with brick and dirt roads. It was the place to be. I was in awe. . .when I bumped into a fellow running from the opposite direction, who ended up falling far backwards on his hind. 

“Dear me, good sir, are you alright?!” I asked, rushing forward, and holding out a hand to help him up. The man firmly grabbed my hand, standing up and letting go of my hand to brush himself off. 

He wore a tan waistcoat over a white collared shirt, with larger sleeves and darker brown breeches. He wore a dark tan coat that went down to the backs of his thighs, with narrow, buttoned wrists. An ivory cravat was fastened around his neck, with stocking’s underneath his breeches. He wiped off his square-toed buckle-fastened shoes off the bricks, a warm brown tricorn hat lying upon his head. His brown hair was fastened with a ribbon into a low ponytail. His warm brown eyes contrasting to his pale skin.

“I’m–I’m alright,” the man reassured, meeting my own bright blue gaze. “Robert Troup,” he introduced, holding out his hand to shake. “But most simply call me Robert or Dick.”

I held out my hand to his and shook it firmly. “Alexander Hamilton,” I paused. I hadn’t really had many interactions with people my age, which is what the man seemed to be. “–but you may call me Alex,” I finished, smiling in a nervously warm manner. 

The man’s expression changed, eyes widening when I mentioned my name, which was strange, but I elected to ignore it in favor of shaking his hand. He seemed like an alright fellow, and perhaps he would be my first friend. 

That, ladies and gentlemen, is called naivety. This will be understood once you read far later into this book, which I might add, is most likely very long. But I wouldn’t know yet, I’m only on page four. 

But regardless, the fellow was nervous, but firm and standing tall. “New to the area?” he asked.

I chuckled. “How could you tell?” 

“You’ve got a spark in your eye,” he responded, scratching the back of his neck. “Like you hold the world’s hopes in your eyes.”

“I was always told the eyes were the windows to the soul,” I attempted to joke, catching a small chuckling smile from Robert. 

“Still trying to find a place to stay?” he asked me. 

“I am–I don’t even know where to begin to look for work or lodging–” I admitted, grinning sheepishly.

“You can come stay with me–and with my family, in Long Island,” he interrupted, a nervous smile on his face. 

I couldn’t notice at the time, but he was clearly trying to get me to ignore another part of the story he was telling. 

“Would I be so grateful as to take the company of your family and yourself?” I repeated rapidly. “I would be overjoyed!”

“Wonderful!” Robert exclaimed, adjusting his coat. “I rode a wagon here, for some business related to my father, as his emissary. I am heading home tomorrow, if you would care to join me?” he asked. 

His words were smooth and calculated, but nervous. 

“Then we better make haste,” I responded, smiling cheekily. 

The next day wasn’t much different to the day prior, much travel and much more conversing though. 

Robert was an interesting man, although he was my age, he was working for his father’s business. He was born in Elizabethtown, New Jersey, but moved up to New York for his father’s business as a child. He had been studying finance and law for many years alongside his brothers.

He asked howI spent my childhood. I told him how I wrote essays after the hurricane, studied finance, law, French and other such subjects. I told him of how intrigued I was in the sights of knowledge, which gave him a puzzled expression for a single moment. 

I didn’t tell him of my mother. He needn't learn of her demise. 

We had reached Long Island by nightfall, and Robert had mentioned a farm hostel close enough to us that we could lay there to rest for the night. In the past few hours of the afternoon, he had been antsy and anxious, no matter how much he attempted to dissuade the feelings or hide it entirely. 

He kept his eyes on the road, checking behind him every so often, like he felt eyes over his shoulders. 

We were conversing over a minor topic, a topic I can’t even recall now, over the roar of something utterly terrifying.

Fear lined Robert’s moonlit features, his eyes fearful as he hurried the wagon along at a faster pace. I wanted to ask what was going on, but it was clear that Robert didn’t wish to speak at the moment.

Then he brought the wagon to an abrupt stop, pulling at the horse’s reins to stop it, grabbing his bag and my own, yanking me out of the front of the wagon. 

“Run to the barn,” he told me, pushing my bag into my chest. “The–the people there will help you. I’ll try and hold it off–”

“Hold what off?” I asked, my heart racing, bag clutched against my chest. 

He pushed me forward, in the direction of the old, wooden barn. “Just. Run.” He stressed, pulling out a shotgun from the back of the wagon and cocking it. 

His tone didn’t leave any chance for disagreement, so I bolted in the direction of the barn, as fast as my legs, and lungs could take me. That was until I heard the roar again, and the sounds of gunshots, and screams.

I wrestled with the thought of going back, as I was so close to the barn. I could follow Robert’s instructions and go to the barn, or I could run back and help. Another roar, scream, and gunshot later, I had made my decision.

The roars were louder as I approached, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There was a bull-man. You read that correctly. Bull-man. It had the head of a bull, but the furry body of a man, with no pants on. A monster, truly. A monster with no decency, and Robert seemed to be fighting it.

I had to blink a few times to attempt to see what Robert was doing. He didn’t look quite human either. 

I felt as if I was hallucinating. He had hooves for feet.

He was holding a falchion sword in one hand, a shotgun strapped to his back, a gunpowder scent exuding from it.

He lunged at the beast, twisting and turning to avoid its giant, furry hands. 

I ran to the wagon, not far from where the fight was taking place. I rummaged through the bags, trying to find something to fight with. I found a sword, similar to the one that Robert held. I clutched it, before running back into the fray of the fight. 

I ran up behind the beast, Robert trying to fight it from the front and avoid its thrashing blows. It was a split second until he had noticed me, but a moment too late to caution me to halt in my actions. 

I jumped as high as I could, stabbing the beast in the upper back, before being smacked by a giant, furry hand and being knocked several dozen feet in one direction, bashing into the bottom of a tree. 

My back ached and my head spun, but the beast was turning to dust in my dwindling vision. I heard Robert’s distant cries and pleas for help, before I succumbed to the darkness of sullied sleep.

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[undead-merman]

This was a Patreon request from Usotsu: “I remembered you once wrote about Bullboy Kylar and a vet pc, may I request a continuation to that, if that's ok? Maybe with the pc having to keep him without much of a choice since Kylar isn't being productive anymore and he also has become violent towards everyone in his farm but it's just a little calmer with pc's presence? Bonus points if pc brings Kylar to Alex's farm and everything gets even worse, lmao. I don't mind if it's goes more towards SFW or NSFW. Thanks in advance.”

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Bullboy Kaylar Moving to Alex’s farm with Vet GN-Reader SFW & NSFW

Taking him off Remy’s hands

It was during your last visit did you hear Remy tell you that they were looking to re-home Kylar. It was too much work and he wasn’t providing enough to stay on the farm. He was running a business, not a charity. Not to mention the little shit had caused a handful of injuries that had some farmhands in the hospital for goring.

You felt bad for the little guy. Constantly nursing some kind of injury, and the farmers were never gentle with him. Harsh and somewhat cruel, you couldn’t just let him leave. You talked with Alex, and they agreed. They were looking for another bull and even if he didn’t give milk he would be cared for at this farm and give the little guy the life he deserves. 

There was a heavy tension between Remy and Alex and you knew that just moving Kylar wasn’t as simple as asking. You had to strike a deal. You had to do some things you weren’t proud of and you would have had to do worse if you weren’t their vet. 

But that day game where Alex grabbed a trailer for him and when he ran into your arms and took him outside of the fence Kylar’s eyes when wide with wonder. His face just right now was worth the trouble you went through. 

You had to sit with him in the trailer he kicked and panicked otherwise. He held onto you so hard, not understanding you were taking him to have a much better life. He was trembling against you, and you certainly noticed his cock poking against you even with how high stress this was. Kylar would be Kylar even when stressed. Your touch did help calm him down a bit. 

You and Alex lead him to the pen for him, lined with extra soft bedding. Kylar was blown away by it and fell asleep almost instantly. Both you and Alex couldn’t help but smile at his sleeping face. It was heartwarming and Alex ruffled your hair and made a nice dinner for the both of you that night. A little bit of both of your favorites.       

Adjusting To The Move

Kylar was shy and meek at first. Only really perking up when you were around and with you appearing every day his mood improved faster than you were expecting. His blood pressure was at an all-time low and he was gaining weight.

He did have that habit of humping you when you did medical checkups on him and they looked painful sometimes. All flushed and painfully hard with precum almost gushing from his slit.

The stones in his hooves gradually got less and he was careful with the bandages. He has gotten a little glow to him, looking so much healthier in this new environment. 

When you finally introduced him to the fields he still seemed rather happy despite it being a smaller plot of land. Though he didn’t seem to get along with any of the others. A little bit of a loner, though you hoped that would change.

After a month or so he finally seemed ready to produce and as both you and Alex stood there attaching the milkers Kylar didn’t take his eyes off you. Mooing and trying to fuck the machine. Even with his smaller testicles and prior neglect, he spewed so much. Even Alex was impressed that this little guy could make so much. He compared to your finest and biggest girl.        

The Quirks Of The Bull

He grew slightly more comfortable around the farm and while he was still a loner, he did always come up to the fence line and wait for you to come out before work. He leaned into the pets you offered and always waited for you to come home. Alex made a joke that he made a little ditch from pacing around the fence waiting for you. 

Kylar did have attachment issues. He was overly possessive of you and would headbutt the other cattle when you did checkups on them or push them over when they were coming to get pet. Though you noticed Kylar always acted pathetic when you or Alex went to scold him. 

Speaking of Alex, he never seemed to like them. Tolerating them was more the word for it. His face would drop when Alex came in and would huff when you and Alex chatted. If you weren’t separated by a face or gate by the time Alex left he’d knock you over and grab your hips to grind his bare cock into your ass. The precum drenches your pants and his cum coats you, even reaching the back of your neck. 

If you did ever end up bottomless around him he’s on your like glue. Mouth right on your genitals and feverishly shoving his face as close to you as he can as he devours you desperately. Drinking every little drop of fluid you secrete. Or if he hadn’t seen you all day his cock was pressing right at your rim, Pushing in without prep. It would always hurt like hell and it was like he was trying to make up for it with gentle licks of his long tongue, though it never helped as he brutally ruined your hole and stuffed you so full of cum your stomach bloated and it gushed when he popped himself out. 

Should you have ever let him do it willingly, he was gentle. Hands shaking as he held your hips as his cock slipped into you. Both of you are grateful for the lube you used beforehand. His fingers fumbling on your tummy and trying to find his cock inside you and every time he found it he pressed down and mooed so happily. 

He was one to pass out right after cumming so if he ended up catching you bare you were able to squeeze by him without a fuss. 

Alex did seem to like him even if he was a troublemaker. He made some profitable milk. Alex often talked about finding him a nice breeding partner. If only Alex knew.

[yuzukahibiscus]

Jewels of Takarazuka – Serika Toa-san [Cosmos Troupe] (from Fujingaho August Issue)

"I realise that I'm colourlessly transparent in nature that I haven't changed much."

This series documents the powerful words of Takarazuka Top Stars that give courage. The new Cosmos Troupe Top Star Serika Toa-san appears on this month's issue. No matter what kind of profound roles that she plays, Serika-san always gives a feeling of a "dominant immaculacy". If you look at her and things surrounding her, you'd realise that she has been walking forward without hesitation and her accumulative experiences have reflected this complex but beautiful radiance, which we now want to know more about what she is thinking about.

(Note: Happy Shonichi for Serika-san's "Xcalibur"! This is her first performance as a Top Star, and it's worth the celebration of a translation:D)

“I am colourlessly transparent”. I remembered being a little shocked when I heard Serika-san’s words from before. Because Takarasiennes always do their best to showcase their respective strong styles…

3 years has passed since then, and now she has become Top Star, I wonder if there have been any changes?

“I’m not sure if there were any changes. But my position before was that I was able to play many interesting roles. It really was a good experience that I got to play a wide range of roles.”

So among those, what was the most ambitious role that you’ve taken on?

“I would say Rocky from “HIGH AND LOW” was quite difficult. It was very hard of Kuroki Keiji-san to play [Rocky] with that impression, and later knowing that [HIGH AND LOW] was going to be staged as a musical, there was difficulty that Takarazuka Revue is going to be performing this. [Such as thinking Rocky]’s going to be singing…? Finally, I wanted to mix a little of Kuroki-san’s vibes of Rocky [into my portrayal] and aimed to adjust my mindset to perform as such on the stage.”

What lies at the heart of Serika-san’s approach to portray these characters?

“I would make myself aware with how these roles would ultimately end up as. After figuring our their final destination and the “present” [of the plot], then I dive deeper from there. When there’s a goal and the present [starting line], then my approach is that I’ll delve deeper into whatever is in between the two.”

Would that also be a way of thinking that can be used not just for approaching your characters?

“I’d say so. When I think about my objective, and the current situation that I’m in, I will go deeper into that gap in between…For instance, if I couldn’t turn well in my dance, I would think whether there was something wrong with my posture. When I realise my situation, then the image of the solution will appear itself. The key is how to focus on yourself. No matter what you do, knowing about yourself is the best shortcut of growing up and improving. And the many failures will be the times when you know more about yourself. Looking back on the failures, it’s shock after shock after shock... You definitely want to evade [from those failures]. But you can’t escape from them by chance and each time you’d have to think logically… and that’s the approach that made me arrive at this point.”

Behind that sparkling smile as she talks, she looks back to the failures and realises these experiences that have accumulated solidly. But those times had been difficult… I wonder what she would be thinking during these times?

“When there were times that I couldn’t help myself, there is a great presence [of support] from everyone in the troupe after all. There were many times that I thought we could overcome this because we’re all in this together. I believed that my roles and lines exist for partners [that act alongside me]. For example, if I have to portray an amazing role, it is by the strength of surrounding factors that could show how amazing the role is. So for that, everyone and I must be careful with showing it. This [cooperation] is the culture of Takarazuka Revue, and also the responsibility of an upperclassman. When [the cooperation] is being executed, you can feel from everyone [that they are working on it together].

When she was transferred to Cosmos Troupe [in 2018], I thought how Serika-san used to say it was difficult to guide her juniors but for Serika-san now, she felt a great change in herself from that.

“After all, when we communicate daily, I got to know how this person is like from their ways of thinking in this process. It has been a while since I transferred into Cosmos Troupe and I’ve been feeling great changes since then. Of course, this is also for the change in position. Our great troupe leader (kumichou) Susshi-san (Kotobuki Tsukasa) and [previous] Top Star Makaze (Suzuho)-san graduated, and I’ll have to think of how to lead the whole troupe. But when I give advice to my partners, or when I look back on how I console [people] from their troubles, in the end that was the greatest I’ve seen in my growth.”

From there, Serika-san’s Cosmos Troupe begins. What are your hopes for the reliant Cosmos Troupe members?

“Everyone in Cosmos Troupe is very serious and are very skilled. But even we enjoy being fun and unserious every day, we try not to do that on stage…I hope to support everyone and adding colour to the sophisticated Cosmos Troupe members is one of my missions.”

Her [Top Star] debut performance will be “Xcalibur”. This will be Japan’s premiere of this Korean musical with the songs composed by Frank Wildhorn.

“Korean musicals have an image of [encompassing superb songs]. For this performance as well, the volume and textures of Mr Wildhorn’s songs are fantastic. It takes the strength to sing Mr Wildhorn’s songs but it’s great to sing them. Besides, some songs delicately touch the heart and you could feel the softness of the piano melody. When creating this performance, the songs help me expand the imagination on how to portray my role, so I am looking forward to other hints that this musical would provide.”

Even with a condensed career, she has this immaculacy and transparency that never fades, and from there she continues to solidly accumulate her honed skills and mentality… Along with the struggles [that may rise], we look forward to how Serika-san’s energy will radiate.

MY JEWEL ~The jewel of the heart~

When talking about her teacup poodle Candy-chan (on the right), Serika-san’s face melts away in happiness.

“I love her dearly because I thought that I should work harder every day for her… Since she came to our house, I never wanted her to hate this place, or fear this place. When I ask “are you gong to sleep?”, her fixed position is [sleeping] on my lap… She’s just a princess.”

On the left is her chiwawa Purin-chan from her family home.

ON STAGE…

This is from the finale of “Casino Royale~My Name is Bond”.  Serika-san played an antagonistic role of Le Chiffre, but in the finale she showed a bright smile and appeared almost like a “Prince Highness”. This costume with a tight collar is matched in noble elegance. 

Cosmos Troupe performance: Musical “Xcalibur” (Adaptation and Direction by Inaba Daichi)

The Korean production company EMK Musical created numerous works such as  “Mata Hari”, “The Man Who Laughs” and they collaborated with the outstanding creator Frank Wildhorn for this gigantic musical. Ever since the premiere in 2019, this has been a topical performance with over 32 thousand audiences in Korea.

[foxfables]

The Space Between Hearts

A/N: This is Just the Plot Bunnies I Couldn’t Shake. Please Don’t Expect Any Kind of Medical Accuracy. This is inspired by House MD & a Film Called Fathers & Daughter (Loosely).

The Space Between Us.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Aubrey Hurst.

Part 1

Dr. Audrey Hurst took a seat beside Spencer Reid, her expression thoughtful as she reviewed his file on the tablet. Her brows furrowed slightly as she scrolled through the extensive medical history he had recounted, from his brushes with life-threatening situations to his increasingly debilitating migraines over the past few months.

“I can see why you’re frustrated,” she said gently. “You’ve been through a lot, and I don’t think this is just stress. There’s more to it, and I’d like to take a nuanced approach and dig deeper.”

Spencer nodded, fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve. He appreciated her directness and the genuine concern in her tone, as if she truly cared about finding the root of his pain rather than dismissing it.

“For now,” Aubrey continued, “I’m going to prescribe something stronger—non-narcotic—for temporary relief. But I’d like to run some tests: an MRI to rule out any neurological abnormalities and some comprehensive blood work, including genetic screening.”

Spencer was quiet for a moment, absorbing the information. He appreciated her thoroughness, but there was a familiar weight pressing down on him. “Do you think this could be genetic?” he asked cautiously.

Audrey met his gaze with a measured look. “It’s a possibility we can’t ignore, given your family history. But we’ll take it step by step. No need to jump to conclusions.”

Spencer exhaled slowly, appreciating her balance of honesty and reassurance. “Thank you,” he said softly.

Audrey smiled. “We’ll figure it out, Spencer. You’re not in this alone.”

Once the formalities were settled, she turned to him with a light smile. “I don’t know about you, but I could really use a break. The hospital canteen has surprisingly good pie. What do you think?”

Spencer blinked, caught off guard by the casual suggestion. After hours of clinical detachment, the idea of something as simple as pie felt oddly comforting. He nodded slowly, returning her smile. “Pie sounds good.”

They walked together through the quiet hospital halls, the sharp scent of antiseptic fading as they neared the canteen, where the warm aroma of coffee and baked goods lingered. The late-night canteen was quiet, with only a few workers grabbing quick meals. Aubrey ordered two slices—blueberry for her and cherry for Spencer—and they found a quiet table by the window.

As she sat down, Aubrey slid off her black overcoat, revealing a simple black dress. Spencer noticed it was more formal than what he had expected, and he wondered briefly where she had been before this. Dr. Rhodes hadn’t seemed to expect her presence either.

“So,” Aubrey began, taking a bite of her pie, “tell me more about your lifestyle. What’s your day-to-day like? Any patterns you’ve noticed with the migraines?”

Spencer considered the question carefully. “My schedule is all over the place—cases, travel, paperwork. I don’t have much consistency. The migraines started about six months ago.”

“Do you think the unpredictability of your work might be a trigger?” Aubrey asked, leaning forward with genuine curiosity.

Spencer thought for a moment. “Maybe. But I’ve always dealt with stress, and this feels… different.”

Aubrey nodded. “It might be worth tracking where you are when the migraines hit—home, work, travel. Sometimes environmental factors play a bigger role than we realize.”

Spencer’s expression brightened slightly at the practical suggestion. “That’s a good idea. I’ll start paying closer attention.”

Aubrey smiled. “Good. Sometimes the simplest details can reveal patterns.”

After a brief pause, she shifted the conversation. “So, outside of work, what do you do for fun?”

Spencer hesitated. “I read. A lot. Books help me make sense of things.”

Aubrey leaned in, intrigued. “What kind of books?”

“Mostly non-fiction—history, science, everything really. I read pretty fast.”

“How fast?” Aubrey asked, her curiosity piqued.

Spencer smiled slightly. “About 20,000 words per minute.”

Aubrey leaned back, laughing lightly. “Wow. I’ve just been overcome with a jealousy I didn’t know I had.”

Spencer chuckled, a rare moment of lightness. “It’s a useful skill.”

“Do you have a favorite book?” Aubrey asked.

“There’s this one novel… The Space Between Hearts. It’s not well known, but it’s always stuck with me.” Spencer reached into his bag and pulled out the worn paperback, handing it to Aubrey. She smiled as she noticed how tattered it was, her eyes catching the small black-and-white photo of James Herron on the back cover.

“I’ve read it,” Aubrey said, returning the book. “I like Fading Into Tomorrow a bit more, though.”

Spencer looked at her, surprised. “You’ve read his other work?”

Aubrey nodded, a small, thoughtful smile on her lips. “Yeah, I have.”

As their conversation flowed, Aubrey reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a tie, turning it over in her hands before looking up at Spencer. “I want you to have this,” she said, holding it out to him.

Spencer stared at the tie, confused. “Why?”

Aubrey hesitated, unsure how to explain it. “I’m not sure yet. It just feels right.”

Spencer took the tie, studying the fabric. “Thank you,” he said quietly, still unsure what to make of the gesture.

Aubrey smiled, though something unspoken lingered between them. “There’s a story behind that tie,” she said. “But I’ll tell you next time. How about we meet again next week?”

Spencer nodded, intrigued by the offer. “I’d like that.”

As Aubrey walked away, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something bigger was at play, a strange pull that had brought them together. For the first time in a while, she felt like everything was falling into place.

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

Chaconne: Part Fourteen (Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 11.1K

Summary: With the days to the concert flying by, you do your best to assist MSO conductor Agatha Harkness as you both prepare for the final performance.

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to the last chapter of Chaconne. It’s taken me a while to get here, but I’m so excited to post this and share it with all of you. Just a few reminders, this story was originally based off one of my favorite tv shows, Mozart In The Jungle. A few of the plot lines inspired me to write this story but, I do not own Mozart In The Jungle (unfortunately). I lost track while writing so this chapter is much longer, but I hope all of you enjoy. Thank you guys for reading and always sharing your thoughts with me, I appreciate it more than words can say. I hope you enjoy this last chapter and please, feel free to comment or message me to let me know what you think! :)

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Y/N POV

There was nothing more exhilarating than the start of a concert week. The grueling hours of practicing, weeks of rehearsals that seemed to drag by, all of it was worth it for opening night. Sitting on stage while the lights began to dim. Seeing the concert hall full of an audience who came to watch you perform. Well, that’s what you usually would look forward to. Only this time you wouldn’t be performing, you’d be backstage preventing Agatha from strangling the various stage hands and orchestra personnel.

With the concert quickly approaching, you were leaving work later and later every night. It seemed that there was a never ending pile of tasks to complete, and just when you thought you had finished, there turned out to be more to do. You loved the work, even if it wasn’t what you envisioned doing with your career. The MSO housed an impressive music library, with what seemed to be thousands of music scores. There were guest artist programs where world famous musicians like Wanda and Natasha would do various performances in the community. You had an unlimited supply of resources at your fingertips, but a small part of you wondered if it would be enough.

After you called Natasha to inform her you weren’t accepting the offer, she had taken to emailing you twice more to make sure you hadn’t reconsidered. But you weren't reconsidering, right? Sure, you weren't performing with the MSO, but you had Agatha. Agatha, who had taken to inviting you to stay with her for the past few nights. Agatha, who made you dinner each night, despite your protests that you could help. Agatha, who turned off your earliest alarm so you could catch up on sleep, and sent her car service to pick you up a few hours later.

Even with the domestic layers of Agatha that you were slowly uncovering, there were still unanswered questions. Despite all the time you’d spent together, the dates, and the sleepovers you’d never had a conversation discussing what this was. You couldn’t really picture Agatha as the ‘girlfriend’ type, and you were unsure how to ask her what she wanted long term. Or rather, you were scared that you wanted more than she did.

There was no use fretting right now, you reminded yourself as you entered the symphony center. You had a job to do, and it currently required all of your attention. There had originally been a youth music concert scheduled for the day, where hundreds of children would come hear the symphony perform, but Hayward canceled it last week. He claimed it was a waste of money that wasn’t benefitting the symphony, and instead scheduled yet another donor lunch. While you had been disappointed by the news, Agatha was livid. You recalled the thirty minute rant you witnessed last week, complete with Agatha’s ever colorful ways of insulting the CFO.

This afternoon’s dress rehearsal meant Agatha would be even more nitpicky than usual, if that was even possible. Agatha didn’t just expect a flawless performance, she demanded it. But rehearsals were running more smoothly as time went on, so you were hopeful today wouldn’t be a complete disaster. She seemed to be pleased with the orchestra's progress, or as pleased as she could be. There was a comfortable sort of banter between her and the orchestra (although the slight…bullying towards Dottie hadn’t changed), and it was nice to see her start to relax. The orchestra wasn’t afraid of her anymore, the fear had slowly turned into respect.

You’d usually find the conductor pacing in her office in the hours before rehearsal started, but much to your surprise her office was vacant when you returned from helping the interns set the stage. There was a note addressed to you on her desk, and in Agatha’s messy scrawl she informed you she’d be back before rehearsal started, and to make sure you had something to eat. On rehearsal days you were often so busy there were times where you’d forget to eat lunch, or even dinner. Agatha always noticed. Although she’d complain you were supposed to be her assistant and not the other way around, she’d make sure you ate something.

By the time rehearsal rolled around, most of the orchestra had arrived and were getting settled on stage when Agatha came sauntering in. She was carrying two cups of coffee, and handed one to you when she reached the stage. Her fingers briefly squeezed yours, and when she let go you instantly missed the contact. Wasting no time, she clapped her hands together to indicate the lingering orchestra members should get on stage.

“We’re going to run through parts of Dvorak before Wanda arrives.” Agatha informed you as she gathered her music scores and baton that you had grabbed from her office earlier that afternoon. “Can you watch the string sections to make sure everyone is following the correct bowings? It only takes one of them to fuck it up and become an eyesore.”

Nodding, you grabbed the spare copy of the Dvorak score and a pencil. “Anything else?”

“Let me know if anyone seems to be falling behind because of the tempo changes. I know we have problems with the flutes, but I’ve been sensing some of the first violins dragging as well.” Agatha added, and you scribbled down her instructions. “We’re going to be running through the program from start to finish for the second half of rehearsal, so I want to get all of the kinks worked out beforehand.”

The conductor paused for a moment as her eyes scanned the stage before turning her attention back to you. “I have a little surprise planned for today. Can you ask a few of the interns to wait in the lobby?”

A surprise? Is that where she disappeared to today? Giving her a sweet smile, you leaned in close enough to whisper. “Can I ask what it is?”

Agatha smirked, and there was a mischievous glint in her blue eyes. She merely tskd and shook her head. “All in good time, dear. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a rehearsal to lead.”

Firing off a text to 4 interns relaying Agatha’s instructions, you waited for confirmation that they would wait in the lobby before settling in your seat. Agatha was flipping through her score, and you scanned the first violin section until your eyes locked on Monica and sent her a quick, but enthusiastic wave. You missed her, and missed being her stand partner.

Tapping her baton, Agatha motioned for the orchestra to be quiet. “Good afternoon everyone. As this is our last rehearsal before tomorrow night, I have a few spots I want to run before our soloist arrives.”

She was flipping through her score at record speed before finally locating whatever section she was searching for. “If you could turn your attention to measure 191 in the first movement. Strings, I need less of you here. You shouldn’t be playing anything above mezzo piano.” Pausing, her eyes appeared to drift throughout the section, before adding. “And some of you need to use less bow. This is a marathon, not a sprint. Don’t waste all of your energy in the first movement when we have three more to go.”

Raising her baton, the orchestra raised their instruments, and you turned to the correct page in the score so you could follow along. Unfortunately, the orchestra barely played a full measure before Agatha cut them off.

Clearing her throat, you could tell she was attempting to keep her annoyance in check. “Just a reminder, we are at measure 191 in the first movement.” She waved her baton back towards the winds. “Does everyone know where we are?” When everyone either nodded or confirmed they were at the correct place, Agatha sighed. “Alright then. Once more, and we’ll keep going this time.”

Your eyes locked on the measure Agatha was referring to, and quickly scanned the parts before she gave the downbeat to begin. Again, barely one measure in and she was cutting the orchestra off once more. Oh no. Although Agatha hadn’t been as frustrated during orchestra rehearsals, you were beginning to wonder if today would end that streak.

Tapping her baton on the stand, she took a deep breath. “Alright. I want everyone to take a moment and make sure we are all at the same place. In case some of you happen to be hard of hearing, we are at measure 191.” She tapped the baton again, louder, this time in clear frustration. “Again, that is measure one hundred and ninety-one.” This time she enunciated each syllable and a painstakingly slow pace. “Does anyone need help locating the measure? I thought they would have taught you to count by now but I am willing to assist if need be.”

When she was once again met with silence, she nodded. “Good. Once more, hopefully for the last time.”

Raising her baton, she gave the downbeat and when the orchestra played the first note you could immediately tell that someone was not at the correct measure. Agatha dropped her baton on her stand and shook her head. “Flutes, are all of you on the right measure?” There was insistent nodding from the flute section and you grimaced.

Agatha took yet another very, very, deep breath, more than likely to try and keep her temper in check. “Flutes, if we’re all in the same place then why are we not playing the correct notes? We are in the key of e minor, yes?” Without even waiting for the flutes to confirm she continued on her rant. “Right, right. Yes, yes. Very good, we can all read key signatures. I’m sure your parents are so proud they’ve paid hundreds of thousands of dollars on your education that you can identify what key you are in.”

Ouch. She was in a mood now. There was movement to your right, and you looked over to see Wanda Maximoff taking a seat next to you. The pianist gave your shoulder a light squeeze, and leaned in closer to you. “I see Agatha is getting along well with the orchestra.”

You resisted the urge to giggle, on the off chance Agatha somehow heard and became even more agitated than she already was. The conductor in question looked like she was getting close to going full rage. “Dottie, are you sure you have the correct measure number?”

The principal flautist nodded. “Yes, Maestra. It’s marked as measure 191.”

“Then why are you playing the wrong note? You have an e-flat notated but you’ve played an e-natural each time.”

“I don’t have an e-flat at 191, Maestra. It’s an e-natural,” Dottie insisted, and you swore she appeared to be shrinking in size in her seat from embarrassment.

The second chair flautist leaned over to read Dottie’s part before nodding. “She’s right, Maestra. It’s an e-natural at measure 191.” She then turned to Jimmy. “Right, Jimmy?”

Jimmy, who was seated on the other side of Dottie reluctantly looked over at her part as well. “It’s…it’s an e-natural, Maestra.”

“See, I have witnesses!” Dottie exclaimed. “It’s not me.”

Jimmy meanwhile was still scanning Dottie’s part, and he pointed at something on the page. “Wait Dottie, I think your part is numbered incorrectly. It looks like you’re off by three bars.”

Dottie became more flustered and she appeared to be silently counting each bar, before sheepishly looking up at Agatha. “Well, it looks like I wasn’t actually at measure 191. But it wasn’t my fault! The part was numbered incorrectly.”

“Ah of course, Dottie,” Agatha drawled sarcastically, her voice dripping with resentment. “It’s always someone else’s fault.” Grabbing her baton, she raised her arms. “Measure 191 everyone.”

The orchestra began to play and you were following along with the score until you felt Wanda lightly tap your shoulder. Giving her an inquisitive look she leaned closer to you again. “Natasha told me you turned down the job offer. I have to say I’m surprised, and I know she was as well.”

Shrugging, you gave a quick glance to the stage to make sure Agatha’s attention was solely on the orchestra before replying. “I’m grateful for the opportunity, but I’m really happy where I am right now.”

“You mean you’re happy with Agatha.” Wanda corrected you, but there was no malice or judgment in her tone; only curiosity. “Does she know you got the job?”

You debated over the risk of confiding in Wanda, but rationalized that she had been nothing but kind to you. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to talk to someone about this. “No, she doesn’t. Besides, it doesn’t matter now. I told Natasha that I wasn’t taking it, so she never has to know.”

“You should tell her,” Wanda suggested, her breath hot in your ear. “She’d want to know.”

“It’s not that simple,” You argued. “We don’t-”

“If my assistant and soloist could stop chatting, the rest of us doing our jobs would greatly appreciate it,” Agatha called from the stage, effectively shutting you up. “Wanda, if you’d like to come on stage for Rachmaninoff, we’ll continue after taking a 10 minute break.”

Wanda gave your shoulder a final squeeze as she stood up. “Just think about it, okay? I’ve known Agatha for a long time, and I can tell she really cares about you. You should tell her.”

With that, Wanda went to join the orchestra on stage, and you were alone yet again. Although Wanda meant well, there was no point in telling Agatha about the job in Vienna. You had made your decision, and you were happy with it. Agatha came skulking off the stage, heading in your general direction and you winced at how annoyed she appeared to be.

“Y/N, a moment?“ Agatha asked, and as she stared at you it became apparent she wanted you to get up and follow her.

Nodding, you followed her backstage. You barely rounded the corner when you felt Agatha grab your arm and yank you into a closet. It was a storage closet, and a rather roomy one at that. Now, it wasn’t unusual for Agatha to be staring at you, but this was different. At first you wondered if she was angry you were talking to Wanda during rehearsal, but you couldn’t detect any frustration in her gaze. Her eyes were scanning yours, as if she was trying to detect something, find something, but you weren’t sure what.

“Agatha?” You asked softly, gazing up at her. “Is everything alright?”

“I was hoping you’d join me for dinner after rehearsal,” Agatha explained, as one of her hands lightly grabbed your waist. “I’ve enjoyed having you stay over for the past few nights. It’s been quite…calming. I think Scratchy enjoyed it too.”

Beaming at her words, you blushed. “I’d love to, and I’ve enjoyed it too. But is that all you wanted to talk about?”

Agatha left one hand on your waist as the other gently reached to cradle your face. “It can wait until tonight dear.”

She pressed her lips to your forehead for a sweet and gentle kiss before letting go of your waist. “Now, if you’ll come with me. I believe they should be arriving any minute now.”

Before you could ask what, or rather who, was arriving, Agatha was already halfway down the hallway; leaving you to awkwardly trail after her. You never understood how she was able to walk so quickly in those heels. Just as you managed to catch up to her, you stopped dead in your tracks at what you saw occurring in the concert hall. There were children, hundreds of children, all excitedly entering the hall. Somehow the four interns you wrangled into waiting in the lobby had called for reinforcements, as there were now around a dozen interns and orchestra personnel guiding the school children and their teachers to seats.

For a brief moment you were brought back in time to your first visit to the symphony when you were a child. The hall seemed mammoth sized, with the shimmery chandeliers dangling from the ceiling, and the thousands of seats. Seeing a full symphony orchestra for the first time, as you rapidly fired off the name of every instrument you spotted to your parents. Watching the professional violinists warm up and prepare for the concert. It was what inspired you to want to perform in the first place.

Agatha was conversing with the stage manager and you stared at her in disbelief. This is what she was off doing today? However she pulled this off, after Hayward made a clear point of canceling it, was beyond you. She caught you staring in the midst of her conversation, and merely winked at you before motioning with what she wanted to do with the stage lights. Darcy walked by you at that moment, her mallets in one hand and her music in the other.

“I have to say, I can’t believe she managed to make this happen,” Darcy said to you. “Hayward’s going to have a total fit.”

“Yeah no kidding,” You shuddered at the thought of Hayward finding out. “Did you know about this?”

Darcy shook her head. “I just perform here.”

It took another fifteen minutes to get everyone in their seats, and in the meantime you joined Agatha backstage. The conductor was lightly pacing, and every few minutes appeared to be peering out into the crowd.

“You did this all on your own?” You asked quietly, as various musicians made their way to their seats. “Today?”

Agatha shrugged, not meeting your eyes. “Hayward seems to forget that this isn’t his orchestra, it’s mine. It’s about time he remembers who’s in charge.”

“How did you even get all of these kids here? I’m sure when Hayward canceled the field trip the schools canceled the transportation they had lined up.” You prompted, still amazed at the different obstacles you’re sure she had to face to do this in such a short amount of time.

Giving you a pointed look, Agatha gave you a small smirk. “I’m Agatha Harkness, dear.”

“You gave them a lot of money, didn’t you?”

Rolling her eyes at you, she chuckled lightly, before motioning to the hall. “What do you think?”

“I’m…” You trailed off, still in shock at what the conductor had done. It was so thoughtful, and considerate. You hadn’t given much thought to the topic before today but you’d ignorantly assumed Agatha didn’t like children. Clearly you were wrong. Realizing you had stayed quiet for too long you said the first thing that came to mind, the only thing on your mind. You loved her. “I-.”

“We’re ready to begin whenever you are, Maestra.” The stage manager announced as they approached you.

Agatha nodded. “Thank you. You can tell Wanda and the concertmaster to make their entrances.”

Once they walked away, you panicked as Agatha looked at you expectantly, waiting for your answer. You gave the conductor’s arm a playful punch. “Break a leg.”

She looked at you as if you’d lost your mind, but the sounds of the orchestra tuning roused her from whatever she must have been thinking. Turning away, she went to join Wanda near the stage door, and shot you another curious glance before heading out on stage.

Break a leg? What was wrong with you? You had a tendency to freeze in situations that made you nervous, and you were usually nervous around Agatha. There was something about her that constantly left you on the edge of your seat. You were so scared of disappointing her, and you were just as scared of getting hurt. That was part of the problem. You knew you loved Agatha, you’d been in love with her for a while. It was as easy as breathing. But the thought of being that vulnerable and open terrified you. What if she didn’t find this to be as serious of a relationship as you did?

The performance was going a lot better than the earlier rehearsal had. Even though you were stuck backstage, you could hear everything perfectly and there were moments where you pretended you were performing too. Being alone, with a concert going on a few feet away from you was all it took for you to admit that you were going to miss performing. Agatha had brought up the idea of you auditioning for the next open chair a few times, but the blind audition was still in the back of your mind so you politely refused. You wondered if you were crazy for turning down a chance to perform in Vienna with one of your all time favorite musicians.

You had been so wrapped up in your thoughts, you stopped paying attention to the concert until there was a surge of applause and some light cheering from the audience. You snuck out the side entrance to stand in the back of the hall, just in time to witness Agatha motioning for the orchestra to stand up. She shook the concertmaster’s hand before walking off stage, and when the applause eventually died down she came back out. You watched her say something inaudible to the orchestra, who were still in their seats.

A few of the children had gotten out of their seats and were lingering at the front of the stage. Agatha eventually noticed them, and surprised you once more as she waved for them to come up to join her. Still too far away to hear what they were saying, you felt your heart swell as Agatha handed one of them her baton, and helped them up on the podium. The rest of the group had scattered around various orchestra members who began demonstrating how to play their instruments. You forgot how long you stood there, until Agatha noticed you in the crowd, and motioned for you to come join them.

Wanda had come back out at this point, and had two of the children sitting on the piano bench, and was laughing with delight as she showed them how to play simple chords. Meanwhile, the violin section was swarmed, and you could make out Monica and the new violinist, John, allowing the kids to hold their bows. Agatha was having them stand on the podium, one by one. She would hand them her baton, and show them the proper way to hold it. This went on for some time, until finally the buses arrived and the interns had the children in neat lines to exit the hall.

When the doors shut once more, Agatha tapped her baton once more. “I know all of you are probably eager to head home, I have a few announcements. First, a reminder that the call time for tomorrow evening is 6:00 sharp. I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but you should know that being early is being on time, and being on time is being late.” She pointed her baton at the brass section. “Trumpets, I’m looking at you. No strolling in at 6:01, I want you backstage, unpacked and warmed up by 6:00.”

After a brief moment of silence, she continued. “Secondly, thank you all for the performance today. In all my years of performing and conducting, I’ve always enjoyed these concerts the most. There’s something quite special about what we do, when we do it well.”

Agatha seemed to have the whole orchestra hanging on to her every word. Despite her occasional outbursts and sarcastic quips, she was a beyond captivating public speaker. “I know some people on the board don’t feel it is necessary, as it doesn’t bring in enough money,” She scoffed, and Hayward’s words replayed in your mind. “But there is nothing more important than sharing this gift we have with the next generation. After all, there’s a good chance some of them might end up sitting in the very same chairs you’re occupying now.”

“One final thing,” Agatha added, as she closed her Dvorak score. “I know I’ve been rather hard on all of you for the past few months, but it’s because I see the potential this orchestra has. I don’t want the Manhattan Symphony to just be a good orchestra, I want it to be the best, and I know that’s possible.”

She picked her scores off the stand, and by reflex you grabbed them from her. “We aren’t a great orchestra yet, we aren’t the best. But I’m proud of the work you’re putting in,” She nodded her head to the winds, “All of you. Which is why I have planned a little something for tomorrow. I know most of you take public transportation to get to and from rehearsals, but tomorrow night I’ll be sending each of you a town car to take you to and from the concert.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head from shock. A quick look around the room confirmed everyone else, including a lingering Wanda, was just as flabbergasted as you. A few people were clapping, others were offering their thanks to the conductor who waved it away. “None of that. Tomorrow will be the start of a new era for the Manhattan Symphony, and I want all of you to feel like stars.” She stepped off the podium. “That will be all, thank you everyone.”

On the walk back to the conductor’s office, you asked the question that had been practically burning a hole in your brain all afternoon. “How did you manage to get all of this done today?”

“I already had the school concert resolved earlier in the week,” Agatha stated as she unlocked the door, allowing you to step inside first. “The town car was an idea I came up with this morning.”

“You do know that they really think the world of you,” You teased, causing Agatha to scowl, but it was true. Agatha’s added pressure and high expectations was pushing the orchestra to new heights.

“I’d prefer they think nothing of me,” She quipped, packing her scores and belongings up in her bag, and you rolled your eyes.

“Of course, Maestra.”

The rest of the day was uneventful, and your dinner with Agatha turned into takeout on her couch, as you were both too exhausted from the day to do anything else. But it was perfect. You were so happy, and so content. You wanted it to stay like this forever.

The day of the concert proved to be pure madness. You decided to ride to the symphony center in the early evening with Agatha in an attempt to calm her down. The conductor had been in a mood all day, wanting to make last minute changes that you knew were impossible. You finally were able to help her calm down on the walk to her office, and she shooed you away as she carried her garment bag containing her outfit inside. Agatha had convinced you to wear an all black ensemble, and told you that you’d blend in well backstage (which you weren’t entirely sure was a compliment but you listened to her).

You waited outside her office door for some time before she finally said you could come back in. The conductor’s back was facing the wall and you barely made it through the door when she instructed you to close it. As she turned around, you gasped. Agatha had changed into a black Armani pantsuit that made her ass look fantastic. Her hair was as tamed as it ever had been, with her curly waves flowing over her shoulders and her makeup stage dark. She looked beautiful.

“You look…” You momentarily lost the ability to speak as you tried to not gawk at her. “You look incredible, wow.”

Agatha smirked at you, “Thank you, darling.” She pulled you closer to her. “I saw you checking out my ass as well.”

You blushed and wriggled in her grasp. “I was not checking you out. I was just…admiring the view.”

That made Agatha cackle as she grabbed your waist, nibbling on your ear and whispering, “Oh? Admiring the view, hm?”

You turned your head to capture her lips in a kiss. Kissing Agatha was so easy, just like breathing. Her lips moved against yours and you made a happy humming noise as she deepened it. Agatha’s teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, drawing blood before she sucked, and you moaned at the sensation. She did it twice more before gently pulling away, kissing you once more.

“Wow,” You breathed out, wishing there wasn’t a concert soon so you could continue. “That was…really good.”

Agatha smirked as she went back to her bookshelf. “Indeed it was. I have a few things to do before the concert, dear. Would you mind checking on how things are going backstage?”

You nodded and as you went to leave, you subtly looked back at Agatha. Her ass did look really good.

“I can feel you staring.” She called out, not turning around, causing you to blush and practically run out of her office.

Keeping yourself busy, you helped the interns keep track of who was arriving. You marked off orchestra member after orchestra member until only one remained. After waiting for what you felt was a sufficient amount of time, you decided to go find Agatha.

“John still hasn’t shown up,” You informed Agatha, who was shutting her office door. “Has anyone heard from him?”

Agatha arched an eyebrow. “He’s missing? How horrible. We should send out a search party.”

“Agatha, that’s not funny. You had a car sent to pick him up, right? Maybe we can call the service company to see if something happened?”

“That won’t be necessary, dear,” Agatha waved off your concern. “Walker won’t be here in time.”

“How could you possibly know that?” You questioned, until a dark thought washed over you. “Oh my god, did you do this?”

Cackling, Agatha rubbed your arm, amused by your horror. “Relax darling. You’re acting as if I killed him. He’s currently driving through New Jersey, I believe. I have some friends in Westview. Nice town, quaint, but unfortunately it’s not where he needs to be.”

“Agatha!” You exclaimed, not comprehending why she would send one of the first violinists on a road trip. “Why would you do that?”

Shrugging, the conductor started walking away. “Looks like we’ll need to find a substitute player. What a shame, the concert is in fifteen minutes. That’s not a lot of time to find someone.”

All but chasing after her, realization dawned on you, and you lightly grabbed her arm, stopping her. “Agatha, I don’t have my violin. It’s at my apartment, and there’s no way I could get there and back in time and-”

You should have been used to this by now, but you were effectively silenced as Agatha kissed you. Firmly grabbing you by your hips, she pulled you closer and lightly bit down on your bottom lip, causing you to whine. Before you could even react, she pulled back, and smirked. “You’re really too easy, dear.”

“First, no I’m not. You just caught me by surprise.” You pouted, turning slightly red, and Agatha’s resounding cackle made you blushed even harder. “Second, I still don’t have my violin, and I doubt you have a solution for that.”

“Oh, I don’t?” Agatha frowned, and continued to the concert hall. “Thirteen minutes. Chop chop.”

You reluctantly took off after her, not sure what the use was when you didn’t have a violin to play. When you walked backstage, you were surprised to find your roommate standing near a table, scrolling on his phone.

“Sam?“ The sound of your voice causing him to look up. “What are you doing here?”

“Agatha called me,” Sam pulled your violin case out from under the table. “I’m not sure how she got my number, but she said you needed this.”

Deciding it wasn’t that important to figure out how Agatha acquired your roommate’s phone number at this very moment, you threw yourself at him in a hug. “Oh my gosh! Sam, thank you!”

“Yeah of course, Y/N.” Sam laughed as he hugged you back. “I’ve gotta say, your girlfriend is quite persistent, and scary.” He pulled out a pair of tickets from his coat pocket. “But she gave me and Bucky tickets so we can watch you perform.”

Your heart did flip flops at the mention of Agatha being your girlfriend. Is that what she was now? Your eyes drifted over the room until you found her across from you, talking to the concertmaster. She caught you staring, she always caught you staring, and winked before returning to her conversation. You couldn’t believe she did this for you.

Giving Sam a final hug, you took your violin case. “I’m really glad you’re here, but you should probably get to your seat. I think the concert is starting soon.”

“Break a leg out there!” Sam said encouragingly as he walked out of the room.

Quickly finding a place to set down your violin case, you opened it up and grabbed your bow. You always made sure to loosen the hairs before putting it away each time you practiced to prevent the bow from becoming warped. Taking a moment to tighten it, you then grabbed your rosin and applied a generous amount. The last step was to make sure you were in tune. You always kept an electronic tuner in your case, but had a tuning app on your phone as well. It took you a little longer than normal, the fall air was becoming colder as the days went on, and it made your violin more difficult to tune. Finally, you were ready.

The rest of the MSO was either already on stage, or making their way to their seats. A few people congratulated you on performing again as you passed them, but the one person you wanted to talk to was nowhere to be found. Where did Agatha wander off to now? You could spot Darcy with another percussionist, a few of the other first violins who were heading on stage, and an agitated looking Tyler Hayward who was heading your way.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hayward all but seethed, his face turning red. “And where is John?”

“Um…” Trailing off, you looked around but still couldn’t locate Agatha. “He’s running late, so Maestra Harkness is having me fill in until he gets here.”

“Very convenient that the violinist I hired goes missing right before the season opener is about to begin.” Hayward said, his voice laced with venom. “And Harkness has no right asking you to fill in. Put your violin away, you’re not performing.”

“Is there a problem, Mr. Hayward?” Wanda’s voice echoed through the room, and you whipped your head around at the sound of it and almost gasped.

The pianist had changed from her usual attire into a beautiful one-shoulder a-line scarlet gown. The pattern of the dress made there appear to be rose petals scattered throughout it. Her hair was curled and pinned to the side. She looked beautiful.

“Y/N?” Wanda's voice broke you out of your trance. “Is everything okay?”

“This doesn’t involve you, Miss Maximoff.” Hayward replied, his voice lowering in volume.

“Perhaps it involves me, then?” Agatha all but growled, and you were worried she would try to impale Hayward with her baton. “What’s going on here? Y/N why aren’t you onstage?”

“What did you do with John, Harkness?” Hayward’s face was turning a rather impressive shade of red. “The number of rules you have broken in the past two days alone is grounds for your firing. I heard about your impromptu concert yesterday. You’re lucky I didn't call the board immediately to have you removed.”

“I could say the same of you,” Agatha said conversationally. “You know, I heard the most fascinating things from Loki Laufeyson about you yesterday at the donor brunch.” She shook her head at the man in disapproval. “Embezzling symphony funds, Tyler? I don’t think the board would approve of that either.”

Pulling her phone out of her back pocket, she held it out. “Perhaps you’d like to give them a call? It shouldn’t take more than a minute for them to get backstage.”

Hayward’s face instantly paled. “That won’t be necessary. We’ll discuss this later.“

He stormed off without another word, slamming the door behind him. Agatha immediately turned to you, seemingly having forgotten that Wanda was standing right there. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” You insisted. “Wanda showed up before it got worse. Thank you by the way, Wanda. Your timing is always impeccable.”

“It was my pleasure,” Wanda assured you, smiling brightly.

“If only all of your entrances were as impeccable, Maximoff,” Agatha taunted lightly, but her tone was more lighthearted than before. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Agatha,” Wanda replied with a small smile.

They were finally sort of getting along. It was about time. You finally walked on stage, where the rest of the orchestra was warming up. Monica looked thrilled to see you once you finally sat down.

“Hey stand partner,” She greeted you with a warm grin. “What, did Maestra kill John tonight to get rid of him?”

“Not quite, I guess he got stuck in traffic,” You whispered, which wasn’t a total lie.

At that moment an automated voice played over the speakers, reminding the audience to have their cellphones silenced, and announced that the concert would begin shortly. That was usually the signal for the orchestra to stop warming up, and sure enough the concertmaster came walking out a few moments later. There was applause from the audience, and after they bowed, it was time to tune the orchestra. Jimmy lifted up his oboe to play an A, and the woodwinds and brass tuned first. Then after a brief pause, Jimmy played another A and the string section, including yourself, tuned your instruments.

Finally, the doors opened and Wanda followed closely by Agatha came walking out. There was thunderous applause from the audience, and you had briefly forgotten how famous both Agatha and Wanda were. Agatha lifted her hand to signal the orchestra should stand for the applause. Looking out in the crowd you finally felt a wave of nerves rush over you. This definitely had to be the largest crowd you’d ever performed in, like…ever. You’d barely had time to think about if you could really do this. Were you ready?

Unfortunately you were out of time to decide that, as Agatha was raising her baton. Lifting your violin you waited for the downbeat and let go of any doubts in your brain. Wanda played the opening chords of the Rachmaninoff somehow more perfectly than in any rehearsal. She was so fluid in her movements it was like nothing you had ever experienced before. She played with such passion, such raw and unrelenting emotions, and with every run and cadenza it was as if she was pouring her entire heart out.

The second movement, the Adagio sostenuto, was breathtakingly beautiful with Wanda playing a sweet melody, accompanied by the orchestra. It was as heartbreaking as it was hopeful with the start of each new cadence. Somehow you enjoyed Wanda playing this softer melody even more than the fury of intense runs up and down the keys. Towards the end of the movement the first violins took over the melody, and you could practically feel your soul singing along as you played out. You had missed this, you’d missed it with every fiber of your being. Being on stage, performing in an orchestra, this is what you were meant to do.

Although you had been looking up at Agatha throughout the piece so far, she had been too wrapped up in making sure everyone was following the correct tempo. However this time, towards the end of the movement, you made brief, but direct eye contact, and you swore she smiled at you. Finally it was the third and final movement, the Allegro scherzando. While the second movement had been more subdued, the third was the complete opposite. Wanda, somehow still full of energy and seemingly not tired, effortlessly played all of her runs at the new, fast tempo.

The movement all but sped by, and you switched your focus between the music on the page and stealing glances at Wanda. She was beyond captivating, with her glissandos up and down the piano, her final cadenza practically had you hypnotized. The last few minutes of the concerto had Wanda playing her practically impossible chords as the orchestra sped into playing the final phrases, and you watched as Agatha cut everyone off.

The concert hall erupted into tumultuous applause, and Wanda stood up for her bow. There was some whistling from the audience, and the applause somehow got louder. After a while, Wanda walked off stage, and then came back for her encore. At this point it seemed that the entire hall had stood up, and you were nearly glowing from how blissful you felt in that very moment. When the applause finally died down, there was a brief intermission to reset the stage and move the piano. You waited backstage, and made a point to hydrate while you waited for the intermission to end.

Wanda eventually came over, accompanied by Natasha Romanov. The pianist had her arms full of flowers, as well as what looked to be a homemade card, presumably from her sons. Natasha, meanwhile, was helping her carry her loot.

“Wanda, you were incredible!” You exclaimed, and the pianist beamed.

“You’re too sweet, Y/N. Thank you. I think it went rather well,” Wanda said modestly, and Natasha snorted.

“Humble as ever, Wands,” Natasha joked.

“It’s really nice to see you again, Miss Romanov,” You greeted the violinist, and you meant it.

Natasha nodded, as Wanda excused herself to talk to other members of the orchestra. “I was happy to hear you changed your mind on Vienna. We’re excited to have you. The group is a bit smaller than this orchestra, but we have a lot of great repertoire lined up.”

“I don’t…” You were at a loss for words. “Excuse me?”

“I was a bit surprised to hear you reconsidered,” Natasha added. “My assistant said you’d called earlier this morning to ask for the contract and travel details.”

Now, you had been a bit spacey over the past week with stress of concert preparations, but you knew that you did not contact Natasha. That left only one person. Agatha. But how did she even find out? Your eyes trailed over to Wanda, who was praising Dottie on one of her solos, before realizing you were being ridiculous. You knew Wanda wouldn’t have said anything. But, it was clear Agatha was behind this. You just weren’t sure why.

“Of course,” You finally answered, deciding you would correct the mistake later. “I’ve…just had so much on my mind.”

Natasha nodded once more. “Well, for what it’s worth I think you made the right choice. I’m looking forward to working with you. I’ll see you next Saturday.”

She then excused herself to go back to Wanda just as the backstage lights flickered, signaling the end of the intermission. Great, you thought sarcastically, perfect timing. Scanning the room for Agatha, you realized you were out of time to find her, you needed to get back onstage. Grabbing your violin, you wracked your brain on if Agatha had done anything to suggest she knew about the audition, but you had nothing.

How could she do this? You’d made your decision, and you weren’t planning on changing it. Yes, you loved performing, it was what you’d always wanted; but now you wanted Agatha too. You didn’t want to move to Vienna and potentially lose her, you weren’t sure you could handle that. So, you made the executive decision to turn down the offer. As the orchestra tuned again, your brain anxiously went over any possible reason you could think of for why Agatha would have done this. Was she trying to get rid of you?

Agatha walked out on stage to more thunderous applause, and you took a deep breath. You couldn’t worry about this now, you’d talk to her after and everything would be okay. As the first movement began, you slowly felt yourself begin to relax. Dvorak’s Symphony No. 9, or The New World Symphony, was still one of your all time favorites. Everything felt big and loud, and you were thrilled to be part of it.

Everyone else seemed to be more relaxed for the second half, even Agatha. Putting your mixed feelings aside for the moment, you couldn’t help but observe Agatha like this. With every rehearsal she seemed to let her guard down more, and more. She was wildly conducting, and her hair was practically bouncing off her shoulders. The way she moved her hands was like she was telling a story, and you were always so mesmerized by it. She looked so serene when she was like this, and just like at the first rehearsal she was paying no mind to the score. Instead she was cueing the various sections for their entrances, and once you reached the end of the first movement she seemed to gain more energy as she ended her hands with a flourish.

The second movement has always been one of your favorites. It was less complex than the first movement, but still required you to use the proper techniques. Agatha once told you the most common mistake a musician makes is just playing the music on the page. She said there was so much more to it than just that, and she was right. It didn’t matter how simple a piece appeared to be, there were dynamics, phrasing, vibrato, and at least a dozen other things to keep in mind while you were performing. Making music and sharing it was one of the best things that had ever happened to you, and you always made sure to give it your all.

This pattern continued all the way to the finale, the fourth movement. Agatha was practically jumping up and down on the podium as she conducted the opening phrase. Once again, you forced yourself to just concentrate on the music, and as the movement progressed you became bewitched from watching Agatha conduct. You had always understood why Agatha was as successful as she was. She was driven, motivated, beyond musically gifted. But there was one thing you had always failed to notice. When Agatha was on the podium, she could be herself. In these moments where she had her baton and the orchestra in front of her was when she was her most vulnerable. She was incredible and spellbinding, and you were hopelessly in love with her.

The ending of the last minute was a swell of notes from the brass section and a melody that sent the first violins high up on the fingerboard. It was extremely challenging to play in tune without falling behind, but you managed to do it. When Agatha conducted the final chord, you felt as if you were going to fall out of your chair. It was over, you did it. There was an outburst of applause from the audience, you lost track of how many times Agatha walked off and on stage from the standing ovations. You don’t even remember walking off stage and packing up your violin, or congratulating Monica and your friends in the MSO. You barely remembered the walk to Agatha’s office, until you were knocking on the door.

Agatha opened it and gave you that special smile she seemed to have reserved just for you. “Darling, come in. I’m so proud of you. How did it feel to perform?”

“It felt incredible,” You admitted, giving her a curious look. “Did you plan all of this tonight so I could perform?”

“Not all of it,” Agatha corrected you, but she was still smiling. “I knew you were more than capable of doing this, and I wanted to remind you.”

As soon as she said those words it all started to make sense. “You thought I’d change my mind about Vienna.”

Your words seemed to startle the conductor, who looked at you in surprise. “I didn’t-”

You cut her off with, “I know you know, Agatha.”

“How?” She asked, genuinely curious.

“Natasha mentioned how happy she was that I called her assistant earlier this morning and changed my mind,” You repeated what Natasha had told you during intermission.

“You know, I should be the one who’s angry with you, dear,” Agatha pointed out, as she placed her baton on her desk.

Of course she’d say that. Sighing, you moved closer to her. “How do you figure?”

“You had weeks to tell me about Vienna, and you didn’t,” Agatha remarked, and you detected some hurt in her tone. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“There was no point in telling you when I already made up my mind,” You stated, growing irritated with her. “I don’t want to move to Vienna, I want to be with you.”

“You can’t be my assistant forever,” Agatha argued, leaning against her desk. “And this is a solid job opportunity, Y/N. It would be foolish to turn it down.”

Throwing your head back in frustration, you took a deep breath before replying. “I already turned it down, Agatha. It was my decision, why can’t you accept that? Do you really not want me to stay?”

Agatha rolled her eyes. “Yes, Y/N. I absolutely loathe having you here. This is all part of my master plan to get rid of you.”

“Real mature,” You quipped, losing interest in arguing with her. “How did you even find out about my audition?”

“Wanda mentioned something about Natasha Romanov the other day, and I did some digging,” Agatha replied, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “It wasn’t that hard to put the pieces together. I didn’t even know you had gotten the job until I called Romanov’s assistant and pretended to be you.”

You stared at her in disbelief. “You went through all of that work instead of just asking me?”

“In my defense, would you have told me?” Agatha asked, and you realized she had a point.

“I don’t know.” You looked guiltily at her. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you.”

Agatha waved a hand at your apology before pulling you closer to her. “It’s okay darling, I’m not angry.”

You nestled your face in her neck before mumbling, “I’m still not taking that job though. We’re going to be okay, right?”

Agatha stroked your hair and for a moment you thought you felt her breath hitch. “Of course dear, of course we are.”

The next week passed by slowly as the post concert high began to wear off. Agatha had given you the week off work, which you didn’t realize you needed until you slept for over 16 hours straight from exhaustion. Things with Agatha were a little better after your discussion post concert, but there was still something that felt off. You didn’t know how to describe it, and maybe it was just your anxiety messing with you, but Agatha felt distant. She had invited you to spend the week at her townhouse, and you hoped that meant you would spend more time together but you’d barely seen the conductor- she’d spent the majority of her time at the office while you puttered around her home.

A week after the concert you were in bed reading a book when she sent you a text to meet her at the concert hall, and to bring your violin. You arrived nearly an hour later, out of breath as you practically ran the last few blocks. The lights were dim throughout the hall, save for the stage, where Agatha was sitting, waiting for you. As you approached her, you noticed how distracted she appeared to be.

“Hey, sorry it took me so long. I tried to get a cab but traffic was crazy so I ended up just walking.” you explained, still trying to catch your breath. Agatha didn’t say anything, so you continued. “I forgot my music at home, what did you want to work on?”

Agatha sighed, and ran her fingers through her hair. “Y/N, we need to talk.”

You felt your heartbeat stop at her words, and you tried to tell yourself it was probably nothing bad. It couldn’t be anything bad, right? “Okay, talk about what?”

The moment she met your eyes was when you knew it was over.

“No,” You managed to get out, looking at her as tears threatened to escape. “No, no, no, no.”

Agatha took a deep breath, before standing up. “Y/N, please don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be.”

Her words sounded so cold and distant, but you could barely hear her over the sounds of your pulse ringing in your ears. Your chest slowly tightened, and you could barely breathe as you fought the tears hard, unwilling to cry in front of her. Taking a shaky breath, you shook your head. “I don’t understand. What did I do wrong? I thought we were happy. I thought you were happy. Am I not making you happy?”

“This isn’t about my happiness, Y/N, it’s about you,” Agatha said gently, and you couldn’t look at her. You knew if you did you’d start crying and you wouldn’t be able to stop. “I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but this is for the best.”

“You have no right to tell me what will be the best thing for me, Agatha. That’s complete bullshit.”

Agatha sighed, as if she couldn’t believe you were reacting this way. “Y/N…”

The tears that you’d been fighting had finally started to fall. “This isn’t fair, you said we were going to be okay. You told me that.”

“I’m sorry,” Agatha whispered, and you finally looked up to find her staring at you as if she’d never see you again. “I’m sorry, but this is over. I can’t do this anymore.”

“So that’s it?” You questioned. “We’re over? Just like that?”

“I’m not going to allow you to throw away your career because of me,” Agatha retorted, growing more annoyed. “And don’t act like this is so easy for me. I lo-”

Your eyes widened and Agatha’s quickly shut. Despite how quickly she cut herself off, you heard what she almost said. She loves you. Agatha Harkness loves you.

“I love you too,” You whispered, tears streaming down your face. “But you don’t have to do this. I’ll take the job in Vienna and we can stay together, okay? Wouldn’t that be okay?” Agatha remained silent and you tried again. “Please?”

“A clean break is for the best,” Agatha insisted, even as you continued to cry. “You’re going to go to Vienna and flourish, Y/N. Your career is just beginning and I can’t wait to see how far you go.”

“Agatha, no, please.”

She gently wiped the tears from your face before cupping your cheek. “You’re going to be okay, I promise you will be. You’re going to look back at all of this one day and it will be nothing more than a fuzzy memory.”

“I don’t want that, I want you,” You protested, breaking free of her grasp. “Please, if you love me you won’t do this.”

“I’m doing this because I love you, darling,” Agatha corrected you, leaning in to kiss your forehead. Her lips lingered for an extra second and again you felt her breath hitch. As she pulled away, you watched her regain composure.

“Try not to forget any of our lessons, hm?” She reminded you, as she lightly grabbed your chin, but you refused to look at her. “Maybe one day you’ll be the soloist for this very orchestra.”

It felt as if time was slowing down, and there was nothing you could do but sit on the stage and listen to Agatha attempt to rationalize why this was a good idea. As she was speaking you knew her mind was made up, and it didn’t matter how much you cried or begged, she wasn’t going to change it. You realized then that one of the most challenging parts of falling in love with her was coming to the realization that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t save yourself from having your heart shattered if she changed her fickle mind about you. In a strange way, this felt inevitable.

It was a lot like performing, in a way. When you were in the midst of a performance, it was pure ecstasy, and you would ride off that high until the very end. It felt like you were flying, and every movement of your bow sent you higher and higher through the sky. But there was always the fear of falling, of missing an entrance or not hitting the right note, and that would send you plummeting to the ground. Practice could eliminate many of those errors, but you’d learned over the years that sometimes life could throw you curveballs.This is what that felt like, as Agatha all but held your heart in her hands, letting it all fall. There was nothing else to be done, you had to let go.

You never felt like you really knew the right thing to say, and it always felt as if you figured it out when it was too late. But this was the first time you knew what you wanted to say, and you were finally sure. When you opened your mouth, you felt your throat clench from the pain that was aching in your chest. Taking a deep, shaky breath, you looked up to find her eyes locked on yours. “It’s okay, I’m going to be okay.”

It didn’t feel that way now, it felt like your world was collapsing, but you weren’t saying those words for yourself. You were saying them for her. The rational side of your brain was arguing that Agatha hadn’t been a part of your life for very long, but the few months you spent with her had more of a lasting impact on you than relationships that lasted for years.

You had learned a lot of things from Agatha- you had learned that she preferred her coffee to be scorching hot. You knew she was an incredible cook, and that she had a library full of books that would take you years to get through. She had a soft spot for Señor Scratchy, and she had a terrible sweet tooth. Even though she enjoyed terrorizing the interns, she was also fiercely protective of them against Hayward and anyone else who tried to harass them. And now, you realize, she has taught you one, last valuable lesson- nothing truly good can stay.

Agatha Harkness was one of the most complicated and absolutely infuriating individuals you had ever encountered, but you loved her. You had always loved her, and you probably always will. So now, you now had to do this for the both of you- to assuage whatever guilt she might be feeling and to gather the remains of your dignity.

Agatha froze, and you could see her tense up at your words, and you continued. “I’m going to be okay. You can let me go.”

In the countless hours you’d spent in the conductor’s presence, you never saw her cry. But there was a single tear slowly streaming down her cheek, and you slowly wiped it off. “It’s okay, Agatha. I promise.” You weren’t sure who you were trying to convince, her or you.

Closing her eyes, she placed her hand over yours, leaving it on her cheek. You weren’t sure how long you stayed that way, huddled together in the empty concert hall, but it was over all too soon when she finally took a step back. “You have a flight to catch, dear. The itinerary I had sent over stated that rehearsal starts tomorrow.”

Just as you went to tell her you didn’t have a plane ticket, or a suitcase packed, she pulled an envelope out of her coat pocket. Handing it to you, it was not a huge surprise when you found a one way plane ticket to Vienna inside. You felt your chest tighten again. “When did you buy this?”

“When I found out you got the job,” Agatha replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m horrified at the prospect of flying in coach, so it’s first class.”

Under normal circumstances you would have laughed, but you don’t think you were capable of that at the moment. “I don’t even have my luggage, or my passport.”

“I have a bag packed of all the things you’ve left at my place, and I’ll send over whatever else you need once you get settled,” Agatha countered, and after a pause continued with, “And Sam gave me your passport yesterday.” She pulled the passport out of her other pocket. At your horrified glance, she gently shushed you before you could get a word out. “He didn’t know what it was for, I said it was a surprise.”

She had done all of this because she knew it was the only way to get you on that plane. Now, you were still angry with her for making this decision without you, but you were running out of time. You both were. Standing up, you closed the distance between the two of you, and kissed her. Agatha’s lips melted into yours, and you tried to forget that this was the last time you’d be with her like this. Unlike many of the other times you kissed her, there was no desperation or urgency. You were just two people in love, getting ready to say goodbye. Your face was still soaked with tears when you finally pulled back, and you saw it was partially due to Agatha. The conductor’s single tear had turned into at least a dozen.

“I really do love you,” Agatha said, and you had never doubted that. “I hope you know that.” You did, you knew.

“I really love you too,” You said, your voice starting to crack from the sobs that were attempting to come out again.

“Hank will take you to the airport,” Agatha added, rolling out the suitcase she had hidden behind the stairs. You had still partially been in denial that you had to leave, and the closer it got didn’t make it any easier. The conductor kissed your forehead again, and gently stroked your hair before releasing you for the last time. “It’s time to go, darling.”

Walking out of the concert hall, with Agatha rolling your luggage out, you grabbed her hand, while telling yourself it was going to be okay. Every step was a painful reminder that you had seconds left with her. When you made it outside, you saw the town car parked out front, with Hank waiting. You had never been good at goodbyes, or dealing with change so you usually avoided them when you could. But there was no escaping Agatha, who politely waved Hank back in the car as she put your luggage in the trunk. This was it.

Agatha opened your door, and carefully placed your violin case in the backseat. “Don’t forget to loosen your pegs before you take off. Wouldn’t want any of the strings to break.”

You knew her well enough to know she was trying to make light of the situation, but she didn’t have to. “Thank you, for everything.”

“I meant it when I told you I saw a lot of potential in you,” Agatha said quietly, and was nervously fidgeting her hands. “You’re a lot more talented than you give yourself credit for, Y/N. You need to stop apologizing for taking up space, and start demanding more of it.” She cradled your face in her hands one last time, giving you a sweet and gentle kiss. “Knock ‘em dead.”

She helped you in the car, and you desperately wished for her to get in with you, but you knew she wouldn’t. It wasn’t until after she shut the door did reality finally sink in. You were leaving, without her. The car windows were tinted but you could make out Agatha standing there, watching you drive away until you rounded a corner and she disappeared. While the tears had flowed nonstop before, you found that now you couldn’t cry no matter how hard you tried. You just sat there, watching the city you spent years loving pass you by. The pain that had been building up in your chest had finally imploded, and left you numb.

You weren’t sure what the future would hold now. Vienna could be a complete waste of time, and maybe you would come back and try to reconcile with Agatha. There was a small voice in the back of your mind pointing out that there was also a chance you would love it there. It was impossible to say now with your heartbreak so fresh and still causing your entire body to ache with pain. So you did the only thing that would help right now. Pulling your headphones out of your bag, you put them on. Scrolling through your library of songs, you knew there was only one you wanted to hear.

Vitali’s Chaconne in G Minor. You sat back in your seat as the opening notes played. It was funny, in a way, thinking that all of this started because of this piece. You thought back to that fateful day in the concert hall, meeting Agatha for the first time. Who knew then that it would lead to all of this? Allowing your shattered heart to be soothed by the calming sound of the violin and piano, you looked at the plane ticket Agatha gave you. You didn’t know what was going to happen now, and you certainly didn’t know if you were ready for it. But if you had learned anything from Agatha, it was to worry less and act more. You didn’t have to have all of the answers, or any answer right now. All you had to do was get on that plane and perform.

Agatha Harkness had made you fall in love harder than you ever had before, and managed to crush every expectation of love you ever believed in the exact same way. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to forgive her for doing this, but that wasn’t important now. Turning your focus back on the music, you were reminded of how much you loved this piece. It was like Agatha said all those months ago, not enough violinists appreciated the beauty of a chaconne. But you did, and you intended to continue on wherever your journey took you next.

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Longing or love pt. 1

A/N: Okay, so I don’t know how to explain this. But I’m sooo dirty, horny and a BIG thirsty hoe🔞 sooo here is this YuTae fanfiction, initially this was supposed to be just porn and basically a threesome. But somehow it turned to this well-written story and decent somewhat detailed plot…🦥 Also, the summer heat/horniness is really getting to me…🌚 I’m blaming Taeyong’s and Yuta’s Instagram (& ALSO NCT 127’s Hyung line in general‼️🥵 Rip my heart and soul)

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Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta, (Specific) Female! Reader, and Lee Taeyong

Contains: Babygirl asf‼️Y/N, Professor! Taeyong, Boss/CEO! Yuta, Comedy, Complicated relationships, Dark themes, Dysfunctional relationships, Financial struggles, Mature themes, Melodrama, NSFW, SMUT, Student/Office worker! Y/N, Romance, Slight age gap (nothing too big or serious tho🦥) Unprotected sex (because I’m scum and dirty🥵)

Warnings: Aftercare, abandonment (idk, I’m just adding it to be safe tbh), abortion (it’s only mentioned tho), alcohol, absent parents, (slight) BDSM, blowjob(m), breast play, consensual sex, cockwarming, cuddles, cursing, cunnilingus, cum eating, cum play, death (it’s mentioned briefly but it’s just a nightmare, don’t worry), daddy issues, divored parents, drinking, dirty talk, face fucking, family dysfunctions, fights, fingering, foreplay, gambling, hair pulling, harassment, kissing, making out, oral sex (f), PDA, pregnancy (also mentioned), praise kink, public sex (semi), tattoos, titty-fucking, two-timing, teasing, unprotected sex, verbal abuse, minor violence (I’m sorry but justice had to be served.😾)

Wordcount: 16,6 K (I’m so sorry😪 but it’s lowkey worth it!)

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Disclaimer: (I wrote this fanfiction purely because of my wild imagination and I finally let my summer horniness loose‼️)

This piece of writing is fanmade and all just my imagination, I have no actual intentions of actually shipping NCT members like this nor do I mean they would behave/act like this in real life. Another thing, the main theme in this story has deep-rooted issues which involves an abusive, toxic and unhealthy relationship with a father, in other words ‘Daddy Issues’. If you have daddy issues (like myself) or is easily triggered by this kind of theme, then I suggest to read this with caution or not read it at all, up to you. It’s not severely bad but it’s a lot about losing trust, abandonment and mentally abuse, etc., see my warnings to get more clear discriptions to avoid feeling uncomfortable and such.

Finally, regardless if you have daddy issues or something else, please remember that you are deeply loved and that your past relationship with your parents don’t define you as a person.💚 Please, love yourself, cherish and take care of yourself, you’re an incredible person.

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Your love life has always been a big disappointment, you never had a faithful boyfriend or let alone go on a real romantic date. Your life was full of one-night stands that led to nothing more but headaches and the big urge to just watch adult movies by yourself while masturbating. You couldn’t help yourself, life’s a bitch - especially when you're single and an only child. And seeing how your parents’ failed relationship was only reminding you that marriage and love are a lie.

You’re also wondering why loving someone has to be so hard…

You stepped out of your panties as you kissed his neck and body, you embraced the guy you met from Itaewon, but still, why are you chasing love? He unbuttoned his pants as you began sucking him off and moaning, he came within a minute. He chuckled, seeing you covered in semen as he changed into his clothes and left. Not looking back at you just even once.

. . . .

You hugged your knees, sighing heavily as you felt dirty. You looked at the ceiling of the hotel you stayed at. You saw the many lights of Seoul outside your window and exhaled deeply. You went to the bathroom to throw up as you gagged, tears running down your cheeks.

Why should you torture yourself like this?

After everything you’ve been through you somehow still managed to survive, even if you have no desire or passion for anything else. You closed the door of the hotel room and left.

That night you didn’t know if true love did exist, even if it did… Would it change anything?

You listened to Love Exist by Qiqi, walking away from the hotel and heading home.

. . . .

It was the 7th of March 2022, halfway through your second semester…

Looking outside and seeing the pretty pink cherry blossoms fall elegantly and gracefully as you made your way down the long hallway. As your first year had already passed, you didn’t know how you managed to survive this long. At Yonsei University and in hopes of pursuing a degree in sociology was the only thing that you could focus on, aside from also working part-time in an advertising company. You’re Park Y/N, one confident, young, and beautiful Korean woman, in your mid-twenties.

Although you were on bad terms with your Sociology Professor Lee Taeyong, he had always been disappointed by your lousy behavior and your inability to pay attention in his lectures and always failing to deliver your assignments on time. Today was no different, he had summoned you to his private small meeting room before class as you stood there full of the same old excuses. 

“I’m truly sorry, professor Lee. I promise that I’ll change,” you bowed your head respectfully as he scoffed, “we had this talk many times already Ms. Park Y/N, I’m afraid this time you’ll be severely punished for your reckless actions.” Mr. Lee sighed heavily, tossing your papers onto his desk as he adjusted his eyeglasses. You were silent, it seemed like you had pissed him off more than usual today. “I said I’m sorry, I just didn’t have time and I’m also working part-time besides university, you know…” You mumbled pathetically, rubbing your arm as he slammed his hands on the desk, he has already and completely lost patience with you.

“I don’t care, Ms. Park Y/N, you obviously don’t take your studies or this degree seriously! You’re one unbelievable woman, it would be a miracle to see you get anything else besides C– and D as your grades.” You looked down, feeling bad as you held your hands together. “I’m sorry, professor Lee.” You bowed, “the next time I see you, we need to have a discussion. Meet me here next Monday, if you truly desire this major.” Mr. Lee got up and walked past you.

The silence fell hard as you frowned before leaving, “I’m so fucking stupid!” You groaned in frustration as it was just another awful start to the week. “Hey, what’s up Y/N,” Yeonwoo asked, locking her arm with yours, “nothing special, I just really fucked up by not sending that stupid assignment ‘Independence Movement Day’ to professor Lee. But he’s seriously furious this time, I’m such an idiot,” you pouted as she giggled. “Come on now, Y/N it’s not that bad, let’s get some coffee and tell me all your frustrations,” she smiled, hugging you as you walked to the Starbucks near campus.

“–You know how professor Lee is, he’s super strict and harsh on you. Because he only wants the best,” Yeonwoo explained, sipping on her Spring Garden Jasmine drink. You sighed, drinking your Spring Strawberry Milk. “But it’s so unfair, he only yells and takes out his frustrations on me only… I haven’t seen him so mad with any other students except for me…” You mumbled, stirring your straw in your glass. “That’s because he knows you’re a dumbass, Y/N,” she scoffed, shaking her head as she took another sip, “yah! That’s not true! I have some good qualities too!” You replied stubbornly as she giggled.

“Well whatever, enough about that. Are you coming to the nightclub in Hongdae?” Yeonwoo smiled, finishing her drink, “omg totally! Wait, I have office work till late evening…” You sighed, checking your calendar, “man, this sucks!” You groaned, “it’s alright, Y/N just join us later,” she added as you finished your drink and walked away to your next class.

“Man, another lecture with professor Lee,” you whined as Yeonwoo giggled, opening her locker, “just pay attention and pretend to be doing something, just don’t fall asleep, okay?” She smiled as you closed your locker, “I know maybe we should avoid sitting together, that way he’ll see you’re serious about changing!” She suggested as you nodded slightly, “I guess I’ll give it a try…” You walked to the lecture hall, you sat down on the back row as Yeonwoo sat on the front row.

“Annyeonghaseyo. Everyone, today we will talk about next week’s exam project, this will be very important if you care about your grades.” Professor Lee announced, looking around as he stared at you in disappointment. “Alright, today’s lecture will be about gender inequality and misogyny.” You already yawned at the sound of his speech and teaching. “Hopefully, you all have prepared by reviewing and reading the books,” Mr. Lee chuckled before looking over at you falling asleep.

“Ah yes professor Lee, I’ve done some research on single mothers in Daegu.” Yeonwoo smiled and spoke, “they’re often met with discrimination and prejudices against them,” explaining when she looked at you snoring. “Thank you, Ms. Lee, that was exceptional research in a wide range of materials. You’ve also shown a great aspect of different methods too.” He applauded her as the other students did the same. 

“Appa… help me…” You begged, holding onto the edge of a cliff as you were about to fall, your father stood nearby, staring at you in disbelief, “you’re just like that wench, Y/N-ah,” he scoffed, hands in his pockets as he walked closer, “Appa… I’m sorry, please don’t leave me…” You started to tear up, your breath shaking as you were struggling to hold on.

“I promise not to make you mad anymore… just… please, help me…” You pleaded as he chuckled, “I never wanted you to exist, you were a mistake from the very moment you were born. I’ve always wanted a son, never a daughter.” He held you by the wrist, “Appa…” you cried, feeling helpless while listening to his abusive words. “Park Y/N, die.” Your father said before letting go of your wrist as you fell off the cliff, “Appa!” You screamed desperately falling into the deep ocean as you woke up.

All the students were staring at you as professor Lee shook his head. “Sorry…” You mumbled quietly, bowing your head as Yeonwoo smiled, locking eyes with you.

“–Alright, so today you’ll be working in groups and presenting your presentation by the end of the work,” Professor Lee announced, writing on the blackboard as you sighed, hastily taking notes before he’d erase them.

“Group 1, your main focus is on children’s rights, please use policy briefs and literature reviews as well as other materials online. Group 2, you’ll be focusing on women’s rights, please use statistics and also include the ‘Nth Room’ and any laws regarding the topic. Lastly group 3, your topic is going to be poverty and workers’ rights, those two combined, hence why you are 4 people in this group. You are allowed to use any kind of method for this presentation,” he cleared his throat before speaking again.

“–Except for Ms. Park Y/N, I want you to specifically use these two methods and not anything else. Take this as a lesson for sleeping and not paying attention.” He scoffed as everyone looked at you and started to gossip, “fucking hell…” You sneered while whispering and glaring at everyone in your group.

You tried running away in sneaky manners when he called you, “Ms. Park Y/N, I’d like to talk with you, don’t even think about escaping,” professor Lee smirked, scoffing as he went back inside as you sighed, “Y/N, fighting!” Yeonwoo whispered before waving, “see you later, Yeonwoo…” You sighed, walking back inside as he was waiting for you near his desk.

“Yes, professor Lee?” You asked, looking at him as he was sitting in his chair, tapping his fingertips on the desk, “how was your nap in my lecture?” You gasped as professor Lee shook his head, scoffing, “your kind of attitude is something I’ve seen plenty of in my entire career. Tch, nothing surprises me anymore except for the fact that there are no chances or any progress with a student like you.” He concluded as you felt ashamed and humiliated by his harsh and yet true words.

You were slowly zoning out as it recalled bad memories of your father lecturing you. He’d always have endless and long-life discussions with you. He was always nagging about how you're supposed to be a ‘grown-up’ and how you should live your life. Not to mention the way he belittled your mother, complaining about how irresponsible of a woman she is.

“–Are you even listening, Ms. Park?” Professor Lee demanded as you snapped back to reality, “–yes, sorry, I’m just tired,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze as he sighed, “I don’t have to make myself clear, do I?” He warned you when your eyes widened, seeing him holding a piece of paper that read ‘reason for withdrawal’ from Yonsei University. “Withdrawal from Yonsei University…?” You repeated, looking at him very confused.

“Are you seriously kicking me out of university…?” You asked desperately as he sighed, standing up and putting his hands into his pants pockets. “Sometimes it’s better to stop what you’re doing rather than to keep going. And from what I've observed I believe you should pursue a different career path than the one involving sociology, Ms. Park.” He stated, nodding as you clenched your fists in frustration. “I’ve seen too many dropouts before, you should stop and quit before it’s too late–”

“–Professor Lee. I’m not going to drop out or stop pursuing my degree in sociology. Yonsei University has always been a dream and a goal of mine, I’m not quitting regardless of what you say.” You scoffed, grabbing the paper before crumbling into a ball and tossing it at his desk, and finally walking away. “Heh, I see you still stubborn as ever, Ms. Park Y/N. However, don't come crying back to me - if you do end up regretting your choice.” Professor Lee scoffed softly.

When you stood in the doorway. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to. Because I have no regrets anymore.” You scoffed, slamming the door as you walked away feeling determined more than ever.

“Jeez, Y/N-ah… Your temper is going to bite you in the end,” Yeonwoo shook her head as you pouted, “I guess so… it’s his fault for threatening my scholarship anyways!” You whined, dancing Gashina by Sunmi with her as she giggled. “Gashina! Gashina! Ladies, more energy to your movements!” The instructor said, watching you dance, “yes ma’am!” You both replied.

If there’s one in life you can’t afford to lose in life. It is the sheer determination and pure guts to never give up. Once you’ve set your mind on something you can’t give up or lose to anyone.

You danced energetically and finished the outro flawlessly as the instructor clapped her hands, “great work Y/N-ssi and Yeonwoo-ssi, see you next time,” you and Yeonwoo bowed, “thanks Ms. Hyoyeon,” she smiled before taking her leave. “Are you taking a bath here or at home?” You asked her as she grabbed her bag and headphones, “mhm, I’m showering at home, I’ve to head to the fitness gym later for my short shift.” She smiled and waved before leaving. “See you, Yeonwoo,” you said as you put on your cropped hoodie and walked down the hallway.

You gently pulled your shorts down a little while walking past a group of male students when they looked at you up and down. Perverts… You suddenly stumbled upon professor Lee as you fell, his black hot coffee spilling on your hoodie as you hissed, “o-oww, oww, it’s so hot…” He sighed deeply seeing you in those booty shorts as he blushed a bit, “are you okay, Ms. Park?” You were crawling and gathering your several books, seeing how you were on all fours gave him the absolute wrong thoughts as he shook his head.

“Mmh, I’m sorry professor Lee,” you said, taking off the coffee-soaked hoodie as you were only wearing a sports bra, “it’s alright, don’t think about it… Just be careful next time Ms. Park.” Professor Lee said, flustered by the sight of your squished breasts in that Puma sports bra. “I’ll have to get going, bye-bye professor Lee.” You bowed, walking away quickly as he bowed too, taking one last look at you before heading to his meeting.

Hirai Momo (work)

Momo: “Hello, Boss asks if it would be possible for you to show up earlier today.”

You sighed at the text message, drying your hair and groaning loudly as you got out of the shower.

You: “How early are we talking about?”

Momo: “I mean ASAP, we need some help at the office - since Ms. Im is absent.”

You wore your uncomfortable black high heels and high-waisted lavender wide long pants and a lavender chiffon button-up shirt, you went inside the elevator tying your hair in a low ponytail.

“Good evening, Ms. Park,” the familiar voice caught you off guard as the elevator closed. “Good evening Nakamoto-nim,” you bowed, greeting your boss as you both got off on the 10th floor. “Your outfit is rather informal but I’ll let it slide this time, let’s talk in my office in 15 minutes.” He walked away as you headed to your desk, placing your coat and bag, “how screwed am I?” You mumbled to Ms. Hirai, “very screwed, it seemed like he argued with Yuka,” you sighed, “here, he wanted you to organize this folder before you meet him in his office.” She said, handing you the folder as you bowed, “thanks…”

“It’s Park Y/N…” You knocked on your Boss’ door, “come in,” you entered, bowing deeply, “sit down, please,” he pointed to the chair in front of his desk. “So what do you want to talk about Nakamoto-nim?” You asked, looking at him when he took a quick glimpse of your seamlessly translucent button-up long-sleeve shirt. “I’ve told you before that translucent or see-through clothing is a big ‘no’ under my company, either follow that rule or don’t. This is a final warning: if I see you again in another translucent outfit, I’ll cut half of your salary.” Mr. Nakamoto scoffed as you bowed, “I’m sorry it won’t happen again, Boss…”

“You’re dismissed, please help clean up in the reference room,” he scoffed, typing on his computer as you bowed and left his room. You stood on the ladder, dusting off the shelves as you sneezed, you were sweating like crazy. “Man, this sucks ass…! I get so hot whenever I’m cleaning this shitty room!” You groaned, taking off your shirt as you tied it around your waist, “much better, whew!” You wiped the sweat drops off your forehead as you continued cleaning while humming.

About an hour had passed as you sat on top of the table organizing old and new documents, stacks on either side of your thighs as you clumsily had a pencil placed in between your breasts when Nakamoto-nim walked in, seeing you all concentrated on the several documents and papers around you. 

“–Feeling inappropriate are we, huh?” He scoffed, standing in front of you, when you dropped the pencil and looked up, “ah… hello Boss…” You bowed as he looked at your visible chest before you wore your shirt again, “sorry… It was really hot working inside here…” You mumbled when he stared at you in utter disbelief, “finish cleaning up here and head to the main office, we’re going for team dinner so I need you, Mr. Yoo, and Mr. Yamazaki to work on some ideas for this Tinder advertisement.” He informed you before leaving again.

It’s always like this, listening and obeying your superiors’ orders and commands like a good bitch. It’s not like you had any other choices… You were struggling to pay for the small apartment you’re staying at, fully aware that your dad gives zero fucks about your whereabouts and how you’re doing.

You sighed deeply, discarding the old documents as you pressed the elevator button when it didn’t come down. “Come on, it was just working…” You tapped your heel impatiently as Ms. Hirai sent you a text.

Momo: “P.S. The elevator’s not working temporarily - they’re fixing the lights, that’s why. Good luck climbing back to the main office, Park-ssi.”

You were panting as your shirt was opened when you finally reached the 10th floor, Mr. Yamazaki was laughing at your sweaty red face. “Ahaha, holy shit Y/N! You never fail to surprise me,” he clapped his hands as you gave him the middle finger. “Damn, chillax already Y/N,” Mr. Yoo wrapped an arm around you, rubbing his hand on your back as you felt very uncomfortable.

“Hey, Babe… how about we go to the motel with just the three of us?” He cooed as you sighed, shaking your head, “let go of me, you creep.” You glared, slapping his arm as he was pissed off, “fucking bitch, all I want is for us to get along, since we’re all the part-time losers of this company anyways,” he scoffed as Mr. Yamazaki nodded. “Even if we’re losers, we shouldn’t just goof around and waste time, we’re getting paid for this work after all.” You informed them, gathering some papers together as Ms. Myoui sent you pictures of their delicious team dinner.

Must be nice to afford such a delicious dinner meal… You thought in slight envy, gathering blank papers as you tried to brainstorm some ideas for the advertisement. “So boys, any ideas or inputs?” Mr. Yamazaki scoffed before staring at your chest. “I have an idea, Y/N,” he smirked, “great, what is it, Mr. Yamazaki?” You smiled in hopes of a great idea, “you should be in the advertisement and feature those sexy melons of yours, we’ll get massive attention and views that way!” He laughed as Mr. Yoo wheezed, you finally had enough. These two idiots couldn’t provide for anything except pure stress and anger.

“Fucking suckasses.” You fumed and sneered, grabbing the stacks of papers before walking away and turning halfway, “I’ll tell Nakamoto-nim that you two dumbasses don’t want to cooperate - so I’ll handle the task alone.” You scoffed as Mr. Yoo got up, pissed off by your tone, “yah, you crazy bitch!” He opened his ice-cold water bottle and poured it all over your head and shirt, you gasped. “Yeah, take this ugly bitch,” Mr. Yamazaki laughed, throwing his leftover cold coffee on your chest, the empty cup hitting the ground as it broke. You stood there completely shocked and humiliated when everyone came back to witness this.

You turned around when Mr. Nakamoto stood in front of you, “Yamazaki Kento and Yoo Daejoon. In my office now.” He commanded as they nodded obediently, “and you Park come, meet me… After you’ve cleaned up this mess.” He scoffed, staring at you before leaving quickly. “Oh my, are you okay, Ms. Park?” Ms. Myoui asked, rubbing your back as you nodded, trying your hardest not to cry as Ms. Hirai wiped you with some napkins. “They’re some real assholes, I’m sorry, Park-ssi.” You shook your head, “no, no it’s fine. I’m okay, sorry for causing so much trouble. I’ll clean this up–” You stammered and kneeled, picking up the empty, broken cup pieces and plastic bottle. “O-ow…” You hurt yourself by picking up the shattered glass pieces. “–Park Y/N, my office now.”

You got up and tried to button up your shirt, closing it as fast as possible. But it seemed useless seeing how badly damaged it was it wouldn’t close. “You wanted to see me, Nakamoto-nim?” You walked inside, shutting the door and bowing when he turned his swivel chair around to face you. “Did you clean up the mess those fuckers left?” You nodded, “yes Sir,” he nodded, “good. I’ll have you assigned a different task, it seems like the three of you part-timers together is just a fucking joke.” He scoffed as you looked down, feeling ashamed. “I’m sorry…” You mumbled.

“–What happened to you?” Nakamoto-nim asked, looking at your shirt as it was completely covered in coffee stains and ruined, your bra and chest clearly visible as he looked away immediately. “Yamazaki and Daejoon…” You mumbled, struggling to close it as he scoffed, walking up to you. He took a quick look at you when he noticed the small wound on the back of your palm.

“Did these fuckers do this to you too?” He demanded as you shook your head, “no, I tried removing the broken pieces of glass when I hurt myself…” You mumbled sheepishly as he took hold of your hand, “please be careful next time,” Nakamoto sighed, cleaning up your wound as he placed a band-aid. “I’m sorry for all the trouble, Nakamoto-nim,” you bowed your head as he scoffed, patting your hair, “don’t apologize, you did nothing wrong.” You nodded, feeling shy about the way your shirt was wide open when you desperately tried to close it.

“Don’t bother. It’s no use, trying to close it. Just take it off,” he demanded as your eyes met his in slight confusion. “Yes, Nakamoto-nim…” You slowly took off your dirty shirt as you were left in your bra and pants. He went to the bathroom and handed you a clean wet Louis Vuitton handkerchief, “Here, clean yourself,” he said, feeling a bit bad for you as you blushed and bowed, “thank you, Sir…” You gently wiped your face, neck, collarbones, shoulders, and finally your chest. “Here, wear this till you’re off,” he took his blazer off and placed it over your shoulders, “please work inside the room on your right for the rest of the evening.” You looked up to meet his eyes and bowed deeply. “Thank you so much for all your help, Nakamoto-nim.” You smiled, walking into the small room as you continued working.

You yawned as it was almost 10:00 PM, and you decided to stick around, determined to finish your task. You almost fell asleep when Nakamoto-nim walked in to check on you. Papers were scattered all over the table and floor as he found you sprawled and sleeping heavily on the couch, “erhmm, Ms. Park,” he cleared his throat seeing your bra straps off your shoulders as he rolled his eyes, “please wake up, this is not your bedroom, Ms. Park.” He shook your shoulder as you groaned, pressing your chest against him, “sorry, just five more minutes Yeonwoo…” You mumbled in your sleep as he scoffed, feeling your chest against his forearm as he pushed you down on the couch again.

“What a truly unbelievable woman.” He sneered before dialing a girl’s number, “hello Yuka? Yes, sorry, I might sleep at the office tonight, I know I’m sorry. I’ll eat breakfast with you tomorrow, I promise. Goodnight, I love you too.” He hung up as he carried you in his arms. “Mmh… Nakamoto-nim?” You mumbled, squinting before opening your eyes widely as you jumped off his arms, “oh my goodness, what time is it?!” You yelled, feeling completely confused as he scoffed. “It’s past 11:00 PM, sleeping idiot.” He crossed his arms.

You yawned, “sorry Nakamoto-nim…” you bowed as he sighed, “just head home, it’s very late right now.” He looked at you up and down, feeling bad for you somehow, “yes Boss, I’ll get going,” you took off his jacket before handing it to him, “thank you again,” you bowed in gratitude before leaving his office. At least the elevator’s running as normal now, you greeted the security guard on your way out as you waited for your bus. Nakamoto-nim observed you from afar as he began driving past you when he smirked at the way you looked at him before the bus arrived.

“–Yeah, I know it’s so unbelievable!” You groaned, eating ramyun with Youngji and Yeonwoo. “Seriously, I don’t know why you bother working there, Unnie,” Youngji chewed and slurped her Shin Ramyun, “yeah, Youngji’s totally right, you should just get a new job if these jerks harass you again,” Yeonwoo nodded, slurping her chicken Samyang Buldak noodles. You sighed, eating your Samyang Potato Ramyun as you drank a bit of your Coca-Cola.

“I would’ve done it already… if I didn’t need the money so badly,” you groaned, finishing your noodles as you lay down on the floor, sighing heavily. “Fighting Unnie,” Youngji patted your thigh as Yeonwoo giggled, “yeah, you’re strong and stubborn, after all,” she smiled, picking up the bowls and placing them in the sink. You fell asleep as they both giggled, “you take her legs and I’ll take her arms,” they carried you on the couch as you were sleeping heavily in your bra and panties.

“Nighty’ Y/N,” Yeonwoo kissed your cheek as she tugged you with the blanket. “Sweet dreams, Unnie,” Youngji patted your hair as they left your apartment.

“–Another beer, please,” Nakamoto Yuta ordered before clinking his glass with Lee Taeyong, “aish, you’re a real asshole, Yuta, heh,” Taeyong chuckled, shaking his head in utter disbelief after hearing him tell the whole story at the office. He drank his champagne while continuing to listen. “She’s so unbelievably clumsy,” Yuta sipped his beer and poked the inside of his cheek. “Seeing her sprawled and sleeping so peacefully only in a bra really drove me crazy.” He shook his head as his friend chuckled, “you should have more patience, especially with your Yuka, remember?” He sighed, eating a piece of fried squid. “Mhm, don’t bring Yuka-chan into this, I could barely keep it together when those two fuckers harass her while I was gone.” He sneered, rolling his eyes as he thought back to earlier.

“Whose idea was it to do that to Ms. Park?” Yuta demanded, taking his watch off and tossing it to the side, “Boss, don’t blame us, please… Y/N was just acting bitchy and noisy!” Mr. Yamazaki kneeled, begging for forgiveness, “yeah, please we only wanted to teach her a lesson,” Mr. Yoo kneeled too. “Heh, you two fuckers are so quick to beg for forgiveness, fine. Go and apologize to Ms. Park right away - if you feel so bad.” He placed his hands into his pockets. “Wh-what…? Why should we apologize and ask for her forgiveness?” Yamazaki asked, looking up. “Y-Yeah…? She’s the one who was being unreasonable…!”

“I guess it can’t be helped then…” Yuta scoffed, rolling his sleeves up before slapping Mr. Yoo's cheek and then Mr. Yamazaki, they both gasped. Their eyes widened in shock. He scoffed before tilting his head and punching them. “Do you think picking on a younger woman is fun?” He sneered and glared before pulling Yamazaki’s hair as he whimpered, “I’m sorry, Boss,” he rolled his eyes before throwing him, “Boss, please spare us, we didn’t mean to harass her…!” Yoo confessed as Yuta cackled.

“Spare you?” he asked, tilting his head and staring at him begging for mercy, “fuckers like you are nothing but scum.” He punched him as he groaned, falling to the ground as Yamazaki crawled towards him.

“Go ahead, report me to the police for abuse and violence,” Yuta scoffed, tossing Yoo’s phone with the police’s number as he looked desperate.

“–However, if you as much as go near any of my coworkers or even talk to them, I’ll kill you.” Yuta warned and glared, staring at Yamazaki as he looked up in complete terror, “if I made myself clear, then get lost.” They both ran out of the room and never looked back.

“But I’m in an even worse place than you, Yuta,” Taeyong scoffed, eating some pretzels, “my foolish and irresponsible student got an attitude over the fact I told her to drop out.” He chuckled when Yuta laughed, “why would you threaten her like that, Taeyong-Hyung? She’s still a young adult and her career is the only hope she has left, right?” He raised an eyebrow, finishing his beer. “I feel bad for the likes of her… After scolding her, I accidentally spilled hot black coffee on her hoodie while stumbling upon her in the hallway,” he mumbled, feeling slightly guilty as Yuta shook his head.

“She’s quite popular with the male students at Yonsei University, I’ve heard several rumors and things about her,” Taeyong hummed, staring at the ice cubes in his empty glass. “Oh tell me, I wanna know, Hyung,” he smirked, “one rumor I heard was that she has severe Daddy issues…” He scoffed cockingly as he fixed his tie, “what the fuck does that mean, Hyung?”

“Women who tend to date older men and get into dysfunctional relationships as the aftermath of having an absent, poor or neglecting relationship with her father. This results in them having difficult times trusting men in general or getting attached to men with a sense of responsibility,” Taeyong explained as he listened, “what fucking bullshit, guess then she might as well have Mommy issues…” Yuta scoffed, shaking his head at the thought of her. “Second rumor I’ve heard about her is that she used to party a lot in nightclubs of Itaewon and Hongdae, even becoming a regular guest. Hooking up with many guys at different hotels too,” the professor scoffed and stared at him when the CEO smirked. “I guess it’s good to be young and free, huh?”

“Okay last one, Hyung?” Yuta laughed, “this one is more shocking to me… but I’ve heard that her high school homeroom teacher knocked her up and she was forced to get an illegal abortion. After that, her father hasn’t spoken to her since…” Taeyong looked at him when he was speechless. “I sure hope that the rumor is false, 'cause that’s fucked up…” He frowned, just thinking about it.

“You know what would be funny, Hyung?” Yuta cooed, walking with Taeyong in Yeouido Hangang Park, “what?” He scoffed, looking at the riverside as the cherry blossoms fell. “If you and I were talking about the exact woman, heh,” he laughed completely drunk as he scoffed, “what a load of bullshit, Yuta-ya,” he hiccuped as he chuckled, “what would be even more hilarious is if we ever ended up loving and fucking the same girl.” They both laughed and continued, walking away from the park. “Fuck, we’re so drunk…” They wheezed loudly.

The next morning, you took a shower as you were dancing and humming to Twice’s Breakthrough in Korean. You swung your arms just like in the choreography. You dried your hair with the towel as you brushed your teeth when your phone was ringing, “hello? Yeah, I just need to put my clothes on. Really? You’re picking me up?” You asked eagerly as Yeonwoo waited for you near the street.

“Omg, thank you so much Yeonwoo!” You hugged her before getting into the passenger’s seat. “Hehe, did you eat breakfast?” She asked when you shook your head, “no, I have nothing in my fridge. I need to buy groceries after school,” you groaned, buckling your seatbelt as she drove to Yonsei University.

“Thank you Youngji,” you mumbled, eating a chocolate croissant and sipping your vanilla latte, “welcome Unnie, eat well, okay?” She giggled as Yeonwoo ate blueberry yogurt with granola. “You really blacked out yesterday, Y/N-ah,” Yeonwoo hummed, eating her milk bread, “yeah, Unnie probably slept like a rock!” She chuckled when she spotted professor Lee outside making his way to campus.

“Still on bad terms with professor Lee?” Yeonwoo mumbled, drinking her hot cocoa, you nodded and looked around. “Hey, why are you so quiet today, Unnie? Did something happen with professor Lee yesterday?” You recalled the way he tried to convince you to drop out as you shook your head, typing notes on your laptop as you had several tabs opened. You fell asleep yesterday so you forgot to do some research regarding your group presentation.

“–Ms. Park Y/N,” professor Lee knocked on your table as you looked up, meeting his gaze. “Yes… professor Lee?” You said as he scoffed, “after the first module, come and see me in my meeting room, it’s urgent.” He informed you as Youngji and Yeonwoo giggled. “Any progress on how the group presentation is going? Specifically, your part,” he tilted his head, looking at you, “I’m on it, don’t worry, you won’t be disappointed, Sir.” You replied, looking at him before showing your laptop and your written notes, he scoffed, “I see, good luck to you then.” He smiled before walking away.

“Yah, enough about homework and sociology… Anyways, are you coming to Hongdae’s nightclub tonight?” Youngji cooed, wrapping an arm around you as Yeonwoo leaned in, “oh that sounds tempting, Youngji,” she giggled, you sighed heavily and thought deeply.

If you weren’t so bombarded with professor Lee’s sadistic assignments and unfair treatment towards you and along with Nakamoto-nim’s load of paperwork and overworking you like crazy, you wouldn’t feel so bad and guilty about going to nightclubs.  

“Sure. Why not? You’re DJ-ing tonight right Youngji?” You giggled, closing your laptop, “yeah exactly, I’m going to light that place on fire too,” she smirked as Yeonwoo smiled, “that’s nice, let’s eat dinner and meet my place then we can get ready together,” she added as you nodded, “sweet, that’s a deal, ladies!” You smiled happily, excited at the thought of partying and letting loose tonight.

It’s not like you were bad with money or in debt, you didn’t grow up in poverty either… just a broke, alcoholic, and gambling dad. You spent most of your youth and childhood with your mother, however, your teenage and high school years went by living with your dad. Being an only child and having divorced parents as if life didn’t just hand you the biggest ‘fuck you’.

You sighed, carrying the plastic bags of groceries upstairs. You would mostly survive off junk and convenience food, if you were lucky fast food as a luxury meal. You cleaned your tiny kitchen and stacked your shelf full of cans of tuna, packs of noodles, and crispy seaweed. You organized your refrigerator and got rid of the expired milk, replacing it with a fresh and newly bought one.

“I should stop by the street market tomorrow for some fresh fruits and veggies, it’ll be cheaper that way.” You smiled to yourself, super satisfied with the grocery haul.

Although you were always struggling emotionally or even financially, you would never show anyone that you were having a hard time or dare to ask anyone for money.

“Mhm, what should we get Yuka-chan?” Nakamoto cooed, pushing the cart as she hummed, “mmm, I don’t know the prices for fruits have gotten so expensive, it’s even cheaper in Japan,” Yuka sighed, looking at green grapes as he chuckled, “you can get whatever you want, money’s not a problem, Sweetie,” he hugged her as she giggled, hugging him. “Fine, I’ll get the cantaloupe melon because it’s my favorite fruit~”

He cut a tiny piece of the medium-rare steak as he ate it. “How does the steak taste? Is it good?” She asked as Mr. Lee nodded, “yeah, it’s alright. Mrs. Hooker?” He looked at her, “yes, Taeyong-Oppa?” She cooed, leaning in, “why don’t you eat dinner with your husband?” He wiped his lips, “because he’s not as handsome as you are, Oppa~” Mrs. Hooker giggled before looking at him with a flirty gaze. “Refrain yourself from calling me, Oppa. I strongly dislike informality when I’m not close with you.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he took a sip of his red wine.

“–Seriously, why didn’t you tell me that you had rejected your beloved girlfriend’s proposal last year?” Mrs. Hooker cooed, resting her chin on her palm, “because my personal life and private matters don’t concern you, Mrs. Hooker.” Taeyong snapped, glaring at her, “thanks for the meal though,”  he said before thanking her and leaving. “W-wait up, what about dessert? Taeyong-ssi…” She said desperately, “I’m not really a fan of sweet stuff,” he replied and stood up, walking away as she frowned.

It’s not like you were going to impress those despicable men anyways, doing your paperwork or assignments on time - wasn’t going to change how they both looked down on you or how they treated you with little to no respect. So this night was going to free you from all your stress.

“Your hands around my waist, just let the music play. We’re hand in hand, chest to chest, and now, we’re face to face!” Yeonwoo sang, putting her hands in the air as Youngji DJ’ed, “I wanna take you away. Let's escape into the music, DJ, let it play. I just can't refuse it like the way you do this. Keep on rockin' to it. Please don't stop the, please don't stop the music~ I wanna take you away~” You sang loudly, holding your glass in the air as the guys chuckled, seeing you two sing Rihanna’s Don’t Stop the Music.

“Whoo!~” You screamed, cheering your glass of peach Soju with Yeonwoo and Youngji, “that was super awesome, Youngji,” she said, smiling at her. “Thanks, Babe, man I haven’t seen Unnie as lively and loud as tonight,” you giggled, belting your drink as you wrapped your arms around them. “My two girls… I love you so much~” They laughed at the tipsiness that was getting to you.

“Any cute guys?” Youngji cooed as Yeonwoo shook her head, “who would go for someone this loud and drunk?” She replied sassily, “mhm, I’m not so loud, Yeonie~” you whined, hugging her arm. “Heh-heh, come on - wanna help me remix?” Youngji chuckled, nodding as you gladly followed her, blueberry Soju in your hand.

“This next shit is for the girls only, so boys keep it lowkey,” Youngji announced into her microphone as she started to scratch the disc, you clapped your hands as G! Remix by Lil Cherry ft. HYO started playing. “G! G! G! G! Come on Unnie, LET’S GO PYE!” She yelled, hyping up the crowd as you danced, singing along loudly Yeonwoo put her hands into the air as all the girls and women started dancing. Everyone started hyping Youngji up as she started rapping Hyo’s part, “whoo! Go Youngji!” You yelled as Yeonwoo got you a bottle of strawberry Soju as you belted it halfway through it.

Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO, Lauren Bennett, Goonrock. You already finished your third bottle of Soju as you got up from your stool, “holy shit! This song is my shit, move it bitches!” You yelled as the dance floor cleared, you started walking up and you began dancing like crazy, “party rock is in the house tonight!” You sang loudly as Youngji turned on the volume as everyone clapped and yelled, making you the center of the dance circle.

“Woo! You go girl!” Some guy yelled, blushing as you winked at him, “everybody just have a good time~!” Yeonwoo sang her arm around you. “And we gon' make you lose your mind~!” The crowd sang as you vividly remember this to be one of your best nights ever. The guy moved closer, seeing how you did your iconic robot dance, “my name’s Richard by the way, I’m Korean-American, I was wondering if I could get your number by any chance?”

To think that woman would actually change for once… only to spot her at some nightclub in Hongdae. Taeyong scoffed, seeing the center of attention and how drunk you were.

He took a sip of his Whiskey, poking the insides of his cheek and propping his hand to his head. Very annoyed by the guy asking for your number as he observed you from afar. “Nope, she’s not going home with any of you fuckboys~” Yeonwoo smiled, holding you back as you were starting to get flirty around a group of guys. “Mommy, I need to use the bathroom,” you giggled, walking away, “you sure that you’ll be okay on your own, Unnie?” Youngji yelled as you waved, “yeah, yeah… be right back~” you laughed, walking into the bathroom and using the toilet, you washed your hands before staring at yourself in the mirror.

“Fuck… I’m getting so drowsy, I could fall asleep…” You closed your eyes, sighing deeply as your head started to hurt. You went out when you bumped into a random man, “sorry…” You hummed, squinting your eyes as the voice speaking sounded rather familiar, “don’t apologize, but don’t you have something better to do than party all night here?” Professor Lee scoffed as you held onto his arms.

“Mmh… who are you…?” You hummed, smiling as you got a blurry glimpse of his face, “I’ll be waiting for you, hurry up and kiss me.” He cooed temptingly into your ear as you blushed red. “I would but you’re the type of guy to already have a mistress…” You hummed sassily as he pulled you closer, “what a naughty girl,” professor Lee rubbed your lower back, “you look so fucking beautiful, be careful out there.” He leaned in kissing your forehead when he saw your two friends approaching, “got to go Babygirl, but next time don’t forget about me.” He smirked before quickly leaving, “there you are, Unnie!” Youngji wrapped an arm around you.

“Are you okay?” Yeonwoo asked as you mumbled, “I feel I saw professor Lee,” you hummed. “Professor Lee? Are you joking, why would he even be here, Y/N-ah you’re so drunk,” Yeonwoo cackled as Youngji stared at her, “yah, you’re just as drunk as she is, maybe she’s right,” she replied, seeing a man leaving the nightclub.

“Good morning, everyone, I hope you are all refreshed and that you’ve prepared yourself for this test.” Professor Lee said, smiling and placing a stack of papers on the desk. “This test will determine your grades but also think of it as an important lesson to yourself. If you failed or scored a lower grade then you should ask yourself - if this Sociology degree is something for you, or not…” He fixed his tie as all the students looked at each other.

What’s with him, is he threatening or lecturing us again…? He’s acting so weird today.

You shrugged off your shoulders, “everyone, please don’t piss your pants, I’m sure we’ll all do well on this test. After all, we're the best, don’t forget that.” You said cockingly, crossing your arms as professor Lee met your fierce gaze as everyone cheered.

Goddess of Yonsei’s University, huh…? Taeyong thought to himself before scoffing in annoyance.

“Er-hmm, let’s begin,” he said, handing the stacks of paper as they were gradually passed to everyone. “You have one hour and 45 minutes to finish. The test begins now.” Professor Lee announced, setting a timer as he took a sip of his black coffee. You sighed, looking through the pages, searching for the hardest questions to answer first. Your level of concentration was high, you didn’t want to leave Yonsei University like professor Lee suggested to you a few days ago.

“Alright, please put your pencils away. It’s time for your group presentations.” Professor Lee said as you put your test away, “how did it go?” Yeonwoo whispered to you collecting the stacks of papers, “it was alright, I’ve answered all questions.” You replied, setting your hair in a ponytail as you caught his attention. “–Alright, since this group has two topics to cover and an interesting student on board. We’ll start with group 3: poverty and workers’ rights.” He smirked, seeing you sigh as you took your laptop and notes with you.

“Yonsei’s Goddess, huh?” A guy whispered to his friends. “I can’t believe she’s in a group with a bunch of losers and slackers!” A girl giggled, whispering as Yeonwoo stared at them. “Alright, so our main case is about poverty and workers’ rights, and this is the list of methods we’ve used for this presentation.” You hummed, connecting your laptop with the Smartboard and showing your PowerPoint presentation. “We’ve decided to use statistics and interviews to get more concrete and diverse results for poverty,” the girl presented, reading from her piece of paper. A few minutes had passed as everyone had presented their parts, it was finally your turn to finish off and demonstrate the methods professor Lee had assigned to you.

Professor Lee watched you close, expecting you to disappoint him as the selected methods weren’t going to work or assist you. Instead, it was a test to see if you would fall for his traps…

“Professor Lee told me to make use of primary sources and field research. Although they didn’t quite give me the results I needed. However, they were somewhat still useful.” You smiled, looking directly into his eyes.

“Primary sources are often used in history as a way of highlighting your arguments and ideas, you may ask what does history have to do with poverty and workers’ rights?” You shrugged, clicking on your laptop, “–when in fact it has a lot to do with the past and present, having done only primary sources wouldn’t be enough to prove my point. So I decided to add a comparative method alongside it - to get better results.” You explained, showing your statistics and pictures.

“For my field research, I went to Guryong in Gangnam on my own to observe and experience the ‘poorest place’ in Seoul. To my surprise, I found out that the poor people living in the slum; Guryong, were people forced out of poor residents or their houses as a result of redevelopments.” You showed your interviews with the people and articles.

After speaking and proudly presenting your part, you finally concluded the presentation and bowed along with your group mates. “Very well, please give a round of applause to group 3 and their splendid group work.” Professor Lee said as everyone clapped and cheered, Yeonwoo smiled signaling a ‘you did well’ to you as you smiled. “Please, applaud Ms. Park Y/N for her incredible and exceptional execution of research and delivery.” He smiled softly as you scoffed proudly. 

A week went by as Mr. Lee sent you an email regarding your test results, you walked down the long hallway as you made your way to the lecture hall.

You finished your last classes for the day, Mr. Lee had asked to meet here again to discuss your test results.

You went inside the lecture hall as professor Lee stood there by his desk, awaiting you. “You’re finally here,” Mr. Lee scoffed softly as you walked up to him. “If it’s about that test, then don’t bother. ‘Cause I already know what you’re going to say.” You replied cockily as he hummed. “So you knew how bad you did,” he stated as you crossed your arms. “Is it a D?” You hummed, looking at him cluelessly.

“It’s an F, Ms. Y/N.” You sighed at the biggest and deepest disappointment in yourself. It seemed like you had lost the bet and now you will have to actually drop out. “Will you let me retake the test, professor Lee?” You asked in pure desperation. “Heh, do you know why you lost the bet?” Professor Lee demanded, holding your F-graded piece of paper, “it’s because you lack passion and patience, many students like you always rush and do things half-assed.” He scoffed, placing it down on the desk as you were silent. “What shame indeed,” he let out a sigh as you were hopeless.

No way around it, huh? Goodbye, Yonsei University…

“I understand professor Lee…” You mumbled sheepishly as he looked at you closely. “It can’t be helped, I can’t change you or force you to change. I can only convince you,” he replied, his tone sounding rather sad than disappointed. “There’s not a single thing I could do to change my final grade, professor Lee…?” You fluttered your eyes and pressed your lips together, leaning against his desk as his eyes looked at you down and up.

You were wearing a dark blue cropped blouse and underneath it, a white button-up shirt, paired with a short blue denim skirt along with a pair of black heels. “There’s one thing. But you may not be up for the task.” Professor Lee scoffed, taking a close look at your maroon-hot lips. “What is it then, Mr. Lee?” You asked desperately, leaning closer as he adjusted his glasses before sighing deeply and recalling the many fanboys you have.

Wouldn’t it be awful if a guy snatched Yonsei’s one and only hottest Goddess? Yeah, so many guys would be jealous and furious the day Park Y/N is taken!

“–Get down on your knees and suck me off.” Professor Lee took his glasses off and demanded, unbuttoning his pants as you stared at him in utter disbelief. “No way in hell am I going to do that! Are you out of your mind?” You scoffed, crossing your arms as he grabbed you by the chin, caressing your soft luscious lips with his thumb, he sat on the chair, “then drop out. You decide, Park Y/N.” He chuckled, leaning back as he was clearly using this to his advantage, leaving you weak and hopeless.

But… you were desperate… such a small and dirty request for your dear Yonsei University and your beloved Sociology bachelor's degree. What other options did you have…?

You sighed deeply, nodding as you locked eyes with him. “Fine… I’ll do it.” You said, slowly tying your hair in a high ponytail, “don’t get used to this, Lee,” you glared, leaning forward and close to his torso. “Oh, don’t worry - I won’t,” Professor smirked, you tugged some hair behind your ear as he cupped your cheek as his thumb rubbed your bottom lip.

Whatever dignity and shame left in your body was completely gone as you decided on this damned decision.

You lifted your blouse and sighed as professor Lee smirked, seeing you act so obedient and submissive. “Smart decision, Ms. Park,” he cooed, pulling his pants down as you saw the hard bulge in his black Celine briefs, you kneeled in front of him. “Professor Lee…” You looked up, unbuttoning your shirt and leaving it on top of his desk as your chest was visible.

“Go ahead and suck me off, Y/N,” He demanded as you nodded, licking a soft stripe of his big veiny cock as you felt beyond humiliated and degraded. You closed your eyes and began licking him, you tasted a few drops of his precum as you looked up, fluttering your eyes. It tasted so light and super salty, you rubbed your hands on his size, gently stroking it as he let out a few moans. “Professor has such a big one…” You blushed, placing small kisses on his length. Your one hand caressed and rubbed his balls as the other one, kept stroking and petting his cock. “Fuck, that feels nice, Y/N…” He groaned, closing his eyes as he stuck his tongue out.

You licked your lips and started sucking small spots of his cock as you eventually sucked on his red sensitive tip. “Professor Lee, mmh… mmh…” You mumbled as he hissed at the way you sucked his tip like a popsicle. Now you had completely doused him in your warm and wet saliva.

“Ahh… Fuck, good girl,” professor Lee cussed, staring at you as he pulled your ponytail, “mmh… mmh…” you mumbled, taking all of his cock inside your mouth as you were sucking him deeply. “See, how good you are when you’re listening to me?” He scoffed, moving inside your mouth as you looked at him all irritated by his remark. “Seeing you quiet and mouth full of my fucking cock, feels really nice, Y/N,” he cooed, throwing his head back as you started to deep-throat him. It wasn’t an awkward and regretful feeling anymore as you kept going, you started to gradually and slowly enjoy this. “Goodness, who has taught you to give such good head, Y/N?~” He cooed, observing you closely as he was truly fascinated by how far you were willing to go.

You didn’t know what drove you like this anymore. Whether it was the long built-up and strong hatred you had for him since the semester first started. Or whether it was the fact that it was so wrong and messed up in so many ways to be doing this in the first place. As a result of listening to him so obediently by simply sucking his big cock off. You just didn’t care anymore, your only target was to please him, and this time you just couldn’t run away from him.

He arched his back as he stood up, fucking your mouth and you gasped, feeling him pull your hair. “Yeah, that’s the spot Y/N, keep going like that, for me,” professor Lee panted as you were gagging on his cock, tears forming as his balls slapped your chin several times. “Fuck!” He yelled, cumming inside your mouth as your bra and chest were covered in his hot sticky semen. “Professor Lee…” You panted, looking up exhaustively as he smirked, “well done, Ms. Y/N,” you panted, trying to catch your breath after just having given the most intense blowjob ever to a man.

“Take that bra off, let me see them,” he growled, rubbing his tip against your laced fabric. You blushed red, looking at him deeply as you slowly unclasped your bra, letting it fall to your lap, you also loosened your hair from the tight ponytail, “ohh professor Lee…” You moaned, feeling his warm cock spread the semen all over your breasts.

I can’t believe it, I got sucked off by the university’s most loved girl. I never knew she’d look so pretty, half-naked right in front of me like this…

“N-nngh, ahh…” You whimpered, feeling him rub his tip against your sensitive nipple, “they’re C+, aren’t they?” You winced as he bit his lips, rubbing in between your soft breasts as you felt him clearly enjoy this. “Professor…” You begged as he was fucking your breasts with his cock. “Such nice titties, for a young lady,” he chuckled cockingly as you whined. “You’re so mean and unbelievable…” You squeezed him tightly, feeling his cock throb at the pure excitement of your warm breasts. “Just a little more, never thought it would feel this good, Y/N.” Professor Lee bit his lips as he was rubbing himself up and down.

A few minutes had passed as your hands were rubbing and jerking his cock off, your hand stroked his length up and down. He rubbed his tip against your right nipple as you whined, this type of pleasure was your weak point and you could swear that you were getting wet. Mr. Lee came again as he sloshed his cum on your breasts, “clean me up, Y/N,” he hissed as you hummed, sucking and licking him clean as he spoke. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Your knees were sore from kneeling down, pleasing and sucking him off. You rolled your neck as he helped you stand up. He placed you on top of his desk as you looked at him while blushing slightly. Looking at professor Lee up close and without his glasses was so dangerously attractive and hot.

“Here, let me clean your breasts,” professor Lee said, wiping them down with wet wipes from his drawer as you were surprised by this sort of aftercare from him. Usually he would belittle or even scold you but seeing this soft side of him today made you feel something different. He kissed them as he picked up your laced bra from the floor, “let me put it on you,” he insisted, closing it as you leaned forward.

“Professor Lee?” You looked at him deeply, “mhm?” You leaned in kissing him deeply, he wanted to reject your unexpected kiss but couldn’t. The feeling of your soft plump lips was his only weakness.

“Thank you for giving me another chance…” You said shyly, bowing your head as you smiled brightly. “Mhm, no need to thank me, you’re an exceptional and talented student,” he confessed, leaning for another kiss as you hummed, wrapping your arms around him as the kisses gradually led to you two making out. “Thank you, professor Lee…” You panted as he looked down at your silver piercing. “Mhm, then don’t disappoint me anymore, Y/N.” He scoffed softly, smiling a little as you chuckled. “I won’t, professor.” You leaned in kissing him deeply as he held you close, “mmh-mmh… ohh, Mr. Lee,” you whined, feeling him passionately make out with you.

It shouldn’t be like this… Making out with your professor shouldn’t feel this intense and so great. But it did…

You were both panting and groaning when he rubbed your thigh. “Just relax, enjoy it, I’m not punishing you anymore,” he cooed as you blushed red, feeling his warm tongue press against yours as you winced, he swallowed your moans. Your maroon lipstick was almost completely smeared off as professor Lee chuckled, making out with you softly. “Mmh… professor Lee…” You whined, grasping onto his shoulder as you felt his hand inside your panties. He kissed you deeply, licking your jawline as you arched your back all of a sudden.

“–To think that you despise me but yet still get so wet after sucking me off~” professor cooed as you moaned, “one day, you’ll let me fuck this sweet pussy,” he smirked as you wrapped your legs around him, feeling him finger you deeply. “Ahh… Mr. Lee… don’t…” You begged, feeling him rub and graze your sensitive clit with his thumb. “No one has touched you like this before have they?” You nodded, feeling completely turned on by his veiny hand, he gently stroked your labia. “Please… Don’t stop.” You whined, closing your eyes as his hands worked like real magic to you, he smirked at your desperate request, “I don’t plan on it, don’t worry, Babygirl.” He kissed your lips in reassurance, sticking a finger inside your pussy as you moaned.

“These male students suck in bed, I know all about it; overhearing your conversations with Yeonwoo. It made me laugh,” he chuckled as you scoffed, “professor Lee you’re such a sadist,” you moaned, “mhm, I may be one. But you like that don’t you?~” he cooed, inserting a second finger inside your pussy, “mmh… professor…” You whined, throwing your head back as he curled his fingers before shoving a third finger inside, you gasped, nodding eagerly. “I like it so much, professor Lee,” you pleaded as he smirked, “I’ll make you feel good, Y/N,” you mewled loudly, feeling your orgasm near, “just call me Taeyong, Beautiful,” he smirked as you bit on your bottom lip. “After all, I’m the only man who can make you feel this good,” Taeyong whispered as you blushed red.

You were panting heavily as he looked under your skirt, he slid your panties down as you whimpered, and you felt his warm tongue touch your pussy roughly,  “mmh… Taeyong, it’s so embarrassing…” You whined, feeling him suck on your labia, “mhm, don’t be, you have such a pretty pink pussy, Baby,” he cooed before kissing you as he went back under again. Taeyong began coating your pussy in his wet saliva as you moaned, holding his head as he gave it a few rough licks. “Mhm, mhm,” he hummed before sucking on your clit as you winced. “Taeyong…” You closed your eyes in frustration as he began eating you out.

The way he pleased you was going to drive you crazy, you were nearing your climax too. You pulled his hair and began rocking forward to the rhythm of his mouth. He placed his hand on the inside of your thigh, two fingers on your pussy as he spread your lips. He shoved his tongue in your pussy as he moved it inside thoroughly and roughly. “Aah… Ahh… Professor!” You moaned, before climaxing as he pulled back to look at you. “Mhm, what a pretty girl,” Taeyong cooed as you held your skirt up a little to let him taste and drink your cum.

He lifted his head and licked your cum off his fingers, “professor Taeyong, that felt so incredible…” He kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself. “You taste so sweet, Baby,” Taeyong smirked, licking his lips as you hugged him closely. He wiped your thighs clean as you hummed happily. You began dressing slowly as he buckled his pants, “you’re such a pretty lady,” he cooed, stroking his hand on your torso as he sat down again and admired your tattoos.

You blushed at his sweet compliment, pulling your panties up as you sat on his lap. He looked at you deeply before kissing you, “mmh, professor…” You hummed, feeling him make out with you as his hand fondled your right breast, “mhm, Y/N…” Taeyong sighed before placing you on top of the desk again and taking your nipple inside his mouth, you threw your head back as you patted his hair.

“Ooh… Taeyong…” You moaned, feeling him suck on your nipple so roughly. You rubbed your legs together as he was motorboating your breasts like crazy. “You’re such a pervert…” You whined, feeling him shake, grope and fondle your breasts. “Mhm, I know, Baby,” Taeyong cooed before popping your left nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. You moaned loudly as you hugged him close, getting super wet by this. Finally, he pulled back before standing up and looking into your eyes, you both made out deeply and passionately.

You felt nothing but pure and intense hatred for this man… But right now you only desired him, you wanted him and needed him…

“Professor… Aah… Taeyong…” You were panting, grinding against his boner as Taeyong was rubbing and squeezing your asscheeks, “keep going, Baby,” he made out with you aggressively, “ooh, professor… if I keep going I’m going to–” he interrupted you with a deep kiss, “–squirt again? Let me see it Babygirl,” he ground roughly against the warmth in your panties as you grasped onto him.

“You have no idea how much I like you,” Taeyong scoffed, hoisting you onto the desk again. “Ooh, Taeyong…” You cupped his cheek as he pulled your skirt down, you continued grinding against his hard bulge as you were only left on your panties and bra. “Taeyong, you make me so good,” you moaned, placing a hand into his boxers as you stroked him impatiently. “Mhm, let me see how pretty this girl looks when you squirt,” he cooed, softly tugging your panties down as he touched you roughly.

“So wet, hmm,” he made out with you as you were jerking him off until he came a third time. You licked your fingers, totally greedy for his cum as you finally squirted, Taeyong watched it drip from your pussy as he smirked, “truly a pretty sight, Baby,” he cooed before diving down to lick your juices.

 “Thank you so much, Taeyong,” you expressed, kissing him and hopping off his desk. “Come see me if you have any problems, Y/N.” He said, putting his glasses on as he was going to change your grades. “Yes professor Lee,” you nodded when he stood up and pulled you close into a passionate kiss, “mhm, be careful on your way home, Babygirl.” He hummed, cupping your cheek as you nodded, “mmh, I will, thank you, professor Lee,” you thanked him and bowed before taking your leave.

It was 4:45 PM as you left the campus, your thoughts full of your professor. You sighed, playing Like a Cat by AOA in your headphones as you took the bus, heading home.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of sucking Taeyong off in exchange for a better grade, but nothing in this world surprises you anymore. You hummed, blushing red just at the thought of doing it another time.

In the lecture hall, professor Lee Taeyong would always scold you for not paying attention, he made you feel so small and stupid. But today was different, he embraced you and he looked only at you. He desired you and his warmth was enough for you. “Just relax, enjoy it, I’m not punishing you anymore.” That sweet and comforting voice was so reassuring, you felt deeply loved and needed.

🎶Oh talk to me, oh lead me, oh kiss Baby🎶 You hummed, smiling and resting your head against the window.

Professor Lee smirked at the sight of your test, waving the papers to himself in his office. “You’re so full of surprises, Park Y/N.”

“–What is it, Mrs. Hooker?” Mr. Lee scoffed, fixing his tie as he was about to leave the faculty room, “why can’t you treat me to a nice dinner?” She whispered, flashing her chest as he looked away annoyedly, “cut it out Hooker, you’re not my type and I don’t plan on sleeping with you.” He walked past her as she held his arm.

“I heard you and that girl inside your classroom; once I find out who you fucked I will take legal action against you.” Mrs. Hooker threatened as he glared at her. “Try anything funny, and you’ll never see me work here again, so don’t fucking test me.” Taeyong threatened her as he left.

You walked inside the elevator, humming happily as Mr. Nakamoto noticed your cheerful mood, “good evening, Nakamoto-nim!” You bowed and smiled, “good evening Ms. Park. You seem rather optimistic today,” he pressed the 10th floor as it closed. “Oh, you think so?” You giggled, blushing slightly as he chuckled, seeing the visible hickey on your collarbones, “mhm, you seem happier today,” he walked out as you followed him to his office.

“Well done on the task, I let you work under Mr. Watanabe Haruto and Ms. Hirai Momo from now on.” Nakamoto smiled, handing you an envelope. “Wow, is this my paycheck?” You gasped, taking a look inside, “mhm, the Tinder advertisement was a huge success thanks to you,” he folded his arms in amusement, “keep up the good work, Ms. Park.” You bowed and thanked him deeply.

“Looks like someone’s in a good mood, today,” Ms. Im smiled, seeing how enthusiastically you worked at your desk, “yeah, Nayeon-Unnie didn’t you know?” Ms. Myoui giggled, showing the statistics for the advertisement, “Ms. Y/N made a win with her ideas on this one,” she was in awe, seeing the video, and patted your shoulder. “Wow, Ms. Park good job!” Ms. Im nodded as Ms. Myoui chuckled.

“Alright, so we’ll be having a client today,” Ms. Hirai informed you and Ms. Im as the three of you were working inside her office. “Mr. Jung Hyungdon, a banker, huh?” You hummed, carefully reading the client’s descriptions and his request. “I and Ms. Im are going to greet him, but this meeting will be held with the three of us.” She said, gathering the papers as you nodded, “yes, Hirai-Senpai.” She smiled, hearing you use Japanese.

“Hello Mr. Jung Hyungdon and welcome to our advertisement agency.” Ms. Hirai greeted him as he shook her hand, “a pleasure meeting you again, Momo,” he said informally as she tilted her head in confusion, “I believe we should avoid formalities now that I’m going to be a regular client for your agency,” he chuckled, hugging Ms. Im all of a sudden. “And you must be…?” He took a quick look at you, “I’m Park Y/N,” you bowed, staring at him. Mr. Nakamoto walked out to greet him.

You all headed down and out for a team dinner. “Ah, so you’re finally here, great!” Mr. Jung rubbed your back and wrapped an arm around Ms. Hirai. Let’s go and get dinner together, we can discuss much better that way, hahaha!” He laughed loudly as you removed his arm. “What’s wrong with her?” Jung scoffed seeing you behave. You walked next to Ms. Myoui, “I don’t trust him, he seems rather rude,” you whispered. “What? He’s an important client to us…” She whispered, looking back as he had both his arms wrapped around Ms. Hirai and Ms. Im.

“Mr. Jung, please refrain from physically touching my coworkers, I had to fire two former workers because of this issue.” Mr. Nakamoto scoffed, staring at him as he nodded, “sorry, sorry.” He mumbled, letting go of them.

This was your first time actually eating team dinner with the whole crew. You were eager to see what you would be eating.

“I hope you don’t mind Thai food today,” Nakamoto said, holding the menu cart as your eyes widened, looking through the menu in excitement. “Found something, you like Y/N-ssi?” Ms. Im giggled, “I’ve never had Thai food in Seoul before…” You hummed, thinking about picking the Chicken Pad Thai. “Wow, great choice, Ms. Park,” Ms. Myoui smiled and spoke, “I think I’ll go with the Thai Red Curry with chicken.” Mr. Jung looked over at you, noticing the hickey on your neck, and scoffed. “Hmm, I’ll choose the Tom Yum soup,” Ms. Im added, “alright, then I’ll pick the Beef Massaman Curry,” Ms. Hirai smiled, “Boss, what will you have?” She asked, looking over as he hummed, “the Coconut Chicken soup looks delicious, so I’ll take that.” 

“Alright has everyone ordered?” Nakamoto placed the menu cart down before calling the waiter as everyone nodded, “yes, Sir what would you like to order?” He asked, looking at you all. “Please excuse me, I will just go wash my hands,” you said and bowed, “wait, Y/N-ssi, let me join you too!” Ms. Im mumbled, getting up from her seat.

“My, is that a hickey on your collarbones?” She giggled poking it as you pulled out your foundation, “I didn’t notice it earlier, that’s probably why Nakamoto-nim laughed earlier…” You mumbled, covering it. “Ah, you didn’t need to use the toilet, Im-Sunbae?” You tilted your head. “No, I actually didn’t need to go but I just needed a reason to escape from that creep, Mr. Jung,” she scoffed, washing her hands. “I feel bad for Momo, he’s probably all up on her right now.”

“So it’s all women tonight, huh? How nice~” Mr. Jung chuckled, looking at us. “Yeah, Mr. Watabane and Mr. Adachi had some business related to take care of,” Mr. Nakamoto replied,  taking a sip of water when his phone suddenly rang. “Please excuse me,” he bowed before answering the call, “ah hello, Dori-Ani,” he chuckled, smiling and walking away. 

“So how long has this Y/N been working here?” Jung demanded, finishing his beer as Ms. Myoui scoffed before answering, “about two years this summer, why?” He chuckled, “I see that’s why she’s so rude and mean. She’s not gentle and sweet like Momo~” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around her as she clearly felt uncomfortable. “–Yah! Didn’t Nakamoto-nim tell you not to keep your distance?” You yelled, staring at him in disbelief as Ms. Im glared at him as he moved his hand away. “Aish, I forgot, sorry, okay?” Jung scoffed as the food arrived.

“Ah, where’s Boss?” You asked, looking around as you noticed him around the corner speaking on the phone, “Ms. Y/N could you please get me a bottle of ginger ale in the fridge?” Myoui asked as you nodded, standing up, “–get me a bottle of beer too.” He scoffed, looking away as you rolled your eyes.

You walked over to get the drinks when you overheard him speak again. “You know this is why I prefer Japanese women like Momo and Mina, you two are quiet and submissive unlike that bitch,” Ms. Hirai mumbled, “quiet and submissive, just what do you mean by that?” Ms. Im scoffed, crossing her arms, “don’t call Y/N-ssi a bitch just because she dislikes you,” she glared at him. “The three of us all despise you but only hold back because you’re a very important client.” Ms. Myoui frowned, “also refrain from addressing us by our first names, I don’t feel comfortable with clients using informalities.”

You came back with a bottle of ginger ale for her, “here you go, Ms. Myoui,” you smiled, handing her the drink, “thank you, Ms. Park.” Jung scoffed, staring at you, “and where’s my fucking beer?” You sat down, raising an eyebrow, “your drink? Didn’t you just call me a bitch? A really bad bitch like me doesn’t take orders from strangers.” You scoffed as Hirai chuckled. “Aish, you damn wench, you’re a real bad influence to your superiors here!” Jung yelled, pointing at you. “You made Ms. Myoui so cold, Ms. Im so bold, and Ms. Hirai so distant!” He scoffed, getting up and shaking his head.

“Right, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Nakamoto said before hanging up and walking back to the table.

“Me and Hirai were just getting along so well together… Was going to ask for her number–” Jung scoffed as you got up and slapped him. “You dirty scumbag! You’re no important client! You’re just a huge pervert!” You yelled as he rubbed his cheek, “Ms. Park, what’s going on?” Mr. Nakamoto asked, looking at you, “Boss, this client’s a huge fucker!” You said and pointed at him, “I’m never going to work with you again, you have a lot of crazy bitches in this agency!” Mr. Jung said before storming out of the restaurant.

The rest of the evening you enjoyed the team dinner, no one said a word as it was awkwardly and awfully quiet after what just occurred. “Let’s say it’s this for today, everyone I’ll see you tomorrow.” Mr. Nakamoto said, paying the bill as we stood outside the restaurant. You bowed to the three of them, “–and Ms. Park, you and I in my office. I believe we need a serious talk,” he scoffed as you nodded, following him back to the building.

You explained exactly what happened but it seemed to Nakamoto-nim that you were telling lies. Even though you weren’t, he pushed you onto his black leather couch.

“Don’t look at me like that…” You said as he tied his black tie around your wrists, “not my fault or problem here,” Yuta scoffed, pissed off by your attitude, “now tell me, why did you slap that client?” You tilted your head in annoyance, “I already told you, he was being unreasonable, super disrespectful to Hirai-Senpai and Im-Sunbae.” You sneered. “Fuck, you’re so bad, you stubborn woman,” he hissed, glaring at you as he was above you. “I’m going to punish you, Park Y/N.” He scoffed, lifting your blouse as your chest and lingerie bra were revealed.

It seemed like this time you really angered Nakamoto-nim. There was no way out of this except listening to his orders and warnings… This wasn’t really fazing you as much as you feared.

“Please don’t be so harsh on me, Nakamoto-nim…” You blushed, giving in to his weird way of punishing you, “tch, shut up.” Nakamoto scoffed, “you know how scary I can get - don’t you?” He shook his head as his hand grabbed your chin, making you look directly at him, you frowned, rubbing your thighs together. “Aren’t you fearing what I might end up doing to you, Y/N?” He tilted his head, studying your weak expression as you looked at him deeply.

It was weird, normally you would’ve been startled in this kind of situation, it’s a random man after all. Is he just going to fuck you into behaving better? Your head was full of dirty and wrong thoughts. But somehow CEO Nakamoto Yuta punishing you wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought, maybe it’s because you secretly like being punished…

“Because it’s you, then I’m not afraid. Just do whatever you want to my body, I trust you…” You mumbled, biting your bottom lip and blushing slightly as he scoffed, “what a stubborn woman,” he was annoyed with your answers, he lowered himself, meeting you with a deep and passionate kiss, you were taken back by his sudden change of character. You closed your eyes, not rejecting him at all.

Tch, to think this woman trusts me enough to make love to her, how unbelievable…

“Mmh-mmh, Nakamoto-nim…” You hummed, feeling him make out with you deeply. Then he pulled back and rubbed your lips with his thumb, carefully glancing at them, “–you make it so hard for me… to hate you.” He sucked his teeth, before roughly kissing your neck as your eyes widened in surprise, leaning in for another kiss and deepening it. “–You hate me?” You mumbled as you felt helpless still being tied like this he sighed, letting go of your wrists, and hummed in relief.

“You’re always protecting everyone around you, not thinking twice about yourself.” Nakamoto scoffed, caressing your cheek as he looked at you deeply. “Selfless and kind-hearted people like you… People are going to take advantage of that, Princess,” he cooed, smirking as you patted his chest, causing him to look at your hand as he took it before kissing it.

One more sentence, just once more… Tell me that you truly despise me and I’ll stop tormenting you. Nakamoto thought to himself.

“–If it's you that’s going to take advantage of me, then go ahead, Nakamoto-nim.” You confessed, sitting up to kiss him deeply, he hummed making out with him as you unbuttoned his shirt. You admired his sexy tattoos, you saw that silver piercing as you were surprised, “mhm, like what you see, Princess?~” He cooed, making out with you, “mmh, I love it, you’re so sexy, Boss,” you hummed, blushing red as he pulled the blouse off you.

I can’t seem to fight back the feelings, I got you. And from now on only look at me.

“You’re so full of surprises, Nakamoto-nim, didn’t know you would be the type to have tattoos and even a belly button piercing…” You hummed, feeling him kiss your breasts as he caressed the laced fabric of your bra. “Mhm, at least you’re better than me, covering them with foundation while at work, hmm?” Nakamoto cooed, fondling your breast as you moaned.

“Aah… Yeah, I didn’t want to risk getting fired - if anyone caught me having tattoos. Your stupid rule of no-tattoos policy makes zero sense.” You rolled your eyes, frowning, “mhm, I didn’t implement that rule. It was originally the former CEO of our agency that decided on that. Some old man was salty about the fact that tattoos are a form of artwork and expressing oneself.” You blushed red, feeling him cuddle your breasts, you ran your hands in his hair as he hummed.

“Mmh… Aah… Nakamoto-nim…” You moaned, feeling him kiss your hip bone, “what a gorgeous tattoo you have,” he smirked, tracing his fingertips on the Azurri Blue Satin Hibiscus flower tattoo you had on your left hip bone. (Picture at the bottom🌚) He gently sucked on it leaving a visible hickey as he chuckled, “you’re such a bully, why would you leave a hickey on my hip bone?” You demanded, sitting up as he licked his lips, “because I wanted to. You know what that flower means right?” He leaned in kissing you as you hummed, making out with him, “mhm, the color’s a mix of blue and purple, but its meaning doesn't change.” You confessed, “it represents wealth, royalty, wisdom, and knowledge, as well as mystery or even fear of the unknown.” You pursed your lips as he chuckled.

“You forgot what the blue color’s true meaning, Princess,” he cooed, pulling you by the cheek as you embraced him closely, “it’s fertility and glory, Princess,” he whispered into your ear, nibbling onto your earlobe, you blushed red as he pinned you down, kissing your neck and roughly covering it in hickies.

It’s strange, you’re supposed to be fearing your Boss. But embracing him like this made you feel protected and warm, your body felt so comfortable with his presence.

You looked at him as you unclamped your bra, his eyes gawking at the sight of your pretty round breasts as you placed it on the small table. “Stop looking at them like that…” You covered them shyly as he kept staring, “sorry, I didn’t know you had such pretty breasts,” he kissed you deeply, you hummed in between his kisses, hugging him as he blushed. “Why aren’t you touching them yet?” You whispered as he closed his eyes, “you’re making it hard for me to keep my cool, Doll.” He cooed, rubbing your bare back as you pulled back.

“Nakamoto-nim…” You called, leaning forward and inviting him as he licked his lips. “You really don’t mind? I might not be able to control myself after this one, Babydoll,” he confessed, rubbing circles in your areolas as you whimpered, “Nakamoto-nim…Aah… Ahh…” You moaned loudly as he was playing with your breasts, “please be gentle…” You whined, feeling him kiss your hardened nipples as he smirked, “they’re super sensitive, aren’t they?” You nodded, feeling flustered, patting his hair as you felt him suck on it. You closed your eyes and felt his warm tongue, swirling around it. “You’ve such perfect breasts, Y/N.”

“Aah… Ahh… Nakamoto-nim…” You moaned, pulling his hair as he smirked, your left nipple completely covered in his saliva. He pulled back before wiping his lips, “just call me Yuta, Princess,” he smirked before making out with you passionately, “mmh, Yuta, mmh, Yuta…~” You hummed, feeling your panties get wet by the way he made out with you.

You think anyone would go crazy after being kissed like that. You pouted, leaning in to leave a red hickey on his neck, Yuta chuckled.

“What a meanie, how am I going to explain this to Yuka?” Yuta pointed at the mark you left on him, you giggled as you unbuttoned your skirt, “you’re the meanie, I thought you were going to fire me earlier…” You pouted as he unbuttoned his pants when you noticed the big bulge in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. “I would never fire you, Doll - what makes you think that?” Yuta cooed, kissing you deeply as you held onto him, grinding against his bulge he groaned lowly. “I don’t know, I thought I might have really angered you… It makes my heart ache.” You confessed, he pulled your skirt down as you were left in your panties.

“Mhm, you care so deeply for your Boss?” He cooed, sucking on your right breast as you moaned, “aah… Of course, I do.” You blushed at your own words as he chuckled, pulling his boxers down as his dick bounced out. The sight of his big dick made you gasp.

How is that big of a dick even going to fit inside you…?

“–Impressed, are we?” Yuta cooed, rubbing the back of his neck as you sat up, staring at his dick, “you’re so big…” You blushed red and stammered, “mhm, Babydoll,” he looked at you, “so big and hard…” You hummed, rubbing his dick as he hissed, a little bit of precum was leaking from his tip. “You wanna taste him?” He cooed as you nodded eagerly.

“Go ahead, Doll.” He scoffed, sitting on the couch, placing his arm on the armrest. “Yuta~ mmh~” you kneeled down and licked his dick desperately as he hissed, “fuck, Babydoll, you’re really good,” he bit his bottom lip as you swirled your tongue around him. “You’ve such a nice big dick, Yuta,” you hummed, sucking on the sensitive red tip like a popsicle as he groaned, “fuck, you’re driving me crazy, Y/N.” He cupped your cheek as you locked eyes with him before winking at him. “What a flirty woman,” he scoffed.

“Mmh, mmh, Yuta,” you hummed, starting to suck him off, he tasted so nice and a little salty, “fuck, your head game’s strong, Princess,” Yuta cooed, holding your head as you rubbed his dick in between your soft breasts, gently squeezing and teasing him, “mmh…” You hummed, sucking on the tip as he threw his head back, rolling his eyes back as he was closer and closer to cuming. “Fuck, Princess, I’m not gonna last like that.~” He moaned, forcing you to take all of him inside your mouth, you whimpered at the sudden movement as he hit the back of your throat, and you gagged a little.

“Too much, Princess?” Yuta asked, looking at you concerned he might’ve gone overboard, you shook your head, “no, I can take you, Yuta…” You started to deepthroat him, inhaling and exhaling as small tears formed in your eyes. He cussed, grabbing onto the armrest as he started to thrust against your mouth, you whimpered, mouth full of him. “Shit, fuck, I’m going to cum,” he hissed before standing up, you looked up, fluttering your eyes as he pulled a fistful of your hair as he started to fuck your mouth.

Yuta had lost all his patience as he started to thrust roughly into your mouth, you choked a bit as he cussed and groaned loudly, “fuck!” He came hard down your throat as it leaked out of your mouth, his semen covered your chin and breasts. You felt overwhelmed and surprised by how much he came. “Sorry, must’ve too much for you to handle, Doll.” He said, helping you sit on his lap.

“Mmh-mmh, I really liked it, Yuta,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around him as you licked your lips and smiled, “you like the taste?~” You nodded eagerly as he leaned in, kissing you and tasting himself, “mhm, not bad I guess,” he cooed, smiling at you. “Mmh… Yuta?” You called out, lying on his couch as he started wiping you clean, “mhm? What is it, Princess?~” You moved forward, kissing him as you pursed your lips. “My, you really love kissing me, don’t you?” You nodded, watching him clean you and take care of you so well.

You weren’t used to men taking care or caring for you, seeing Nakamoto-nim be so protective of you made your heart skip a beat. Despite being completely naked in his office, he kept his usual calm and collected composure. 

“All clean, Doll,” he smiled, wiping himself clean as you hugged his arm, “Yuta?” You hummed as he turned to face you, “mhm, mhm, Babydoll,” he cooed, feeling you kiss him deeply as you made out with him. His kisses left you breathless, and wanting more.

“Nakamoto-nim…” You moaned, feeling him tease you with his dick, rubbing against the fabric of your panties, “you don’t know how much I wanna make love to you, Princess,” he scoffed, grinding against your panties as you saw the precum leaking onto your undies. “Fuck me, please…” You begged as Yuta smirked, he knew you were dazed after making out and kissing him like crazy. “You have to beg for it, Y/N,” he cooed, seeing you in slight distress as he sucked on your breast, you whined, “please, please fuck me, Nakamoto-nim…” You pleaded as he clicked his tongue, seeing how desperate and needy you were for him.

“I’ll only do it once, no next extra rounds after this, okay Princess?” He cooed, and you nodded eagerly, “yes Sir,” you smiled at the thought of him making love to you. He reached for the table where he hid a small packet of condom inside the lamp. You ground your panties against him as he smirked, slowly rolling the condom on his dick. “Mhm, I know Babydoll, just be patient, I’ll fuck you in a moment,” Yuta cooed, lowering himself as he removed your panties, gently placing them on the table.

You both looked at each other, he held your hand as you slowly felt the intrusion. “Tell me if it hurts, Princess.” Yuta kissed your temple as you breathed heavily.

“Yuta… Ooh… Aah… Ahh…” You moaned at the sudden plunge, his dick was hard and big, not even all the way inside and it was already driving you crazy, you gasped at each inch that went further inside. “I know he’s a handful, just take it easy, Y/N,” Yuta groaned at how tightly you were clenching and squeezing around his size. He waited for you to adjust to his size and get used to him before he could begin to move. “Ooh, Yuta…” You moaned, feeling him fit all of his dick inside your pussy, his size squirming as you felt yourself wrap around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Princess,” he scoffed, moving slightly as you moaned loudly, “you’re so overwhelming and big, I’m surprised th-that I can even take you,” you whimpered and gasped at his slow and deep thrusts.

“You’ll get used to me soon, Y/N. Don’t worry.” Yuta cooed, arching his back as he continued fucking you, seeing how aroused and needy you were for him, making him harder, you held his hands and squeezed them, the thrusts were insufferable and rough but a sense of slight satisfaction followed afterward. “I like your dick so much, it fits me so perfectly,” you whined, sweating a bit as he wiped your forehead before kissing you passionately, “you really like this big dick, mhm?” You nodded, grasping onto his back as he fucked you at a slightly faster pace. The sound of skin slapping and your loud moans of his name were music to Yuta’s ear.

Without noticing it, you had reached your climax and came all over his dick, you were too dazed. When Yuta looked down and smirked, “mhm, do I fuck you this good, Doll?~” You blinked as you realized what just happened, you blushed red, “w-what? I didn’t know I came…” You felt flustered at the mess you left of his torso and thighs, he smirked at the sight of it. “Mhm, doesn’t it just feel incredible?~” He cooed, making out with you, “feels amazing…” You whined, holding onto him tightly.

You were both making out intensely as his thrusts were getting sloppier, “I’m close, Babydoll,” he sighed, pressing his forehead against yours and locking your hands on his lower back. As a result, Yuta got deeper inside as he groaned and cussed at the feeling. “Mmh, harder, Yuta…” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his ass. He scoffed, fucking you at a rougher and faster pace as you were clawing his back. “Goodness, you really like being punished, don’t you?~” He chuckled, sweating a bit as he came inside the condom as you blushed, seeing his face as he bit his lips before panting heavily.

“That was amazing, Princess,” he cooed, lying next to you on the couch as you faced him before giving a quick kiss to his lips, “never had a man fuck me this good, it’s crazy,” you hummed as he chuckled, “mhm, what a naughty girl, having her very own Boss punish her and make love to her in his very office.” Yuta smirked, holding you close as you cuddled him. His chest smelled of Cologne, not too much or too little.

It was just perfect. Perfect - is what Nakamoto Yuta was in your eyes. You didn’t and definitely wouldn’t mind having sex with him a few times if it ever occurred that he needed a little ‘assistance’. Rich, calm, responsible, loyal, and strong, basically the man of your dreams was lying right next to you.

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight…?” You hummed, feeling a little flusteredly to ask such a question, “mhm, can’t do that Babydoll, you know I have Yuka around,” you sighed, “but I really like you…” You pouted as he chuckled, kissing your cheek before patting your shoulder, “mhm, you like me that much?” You nodded, placing your hand on your stomach, “maybe next time, let’s get dressed and leave for now, Y/N,” Yuta hummed, caressing your cheek, “mmh-mmh…” You leaned in, making out with him as he chuckled.

Yuta wiped you clean once again and helped you get dressed as you sat on his desk, “you’re such a pretty woman, Y/N,” he cooed, closing your bra as you kissed him, “mmh, then why aren’t you letting this pretty woman sleep in your bed, Mr. Yuta?~” You cooed, pursing your lips as he scoffed, “because if you end up sleeping in my bed Doll, then I’m afraid I would make love to you all night even with Yuka around.” He whispered as the thought was wilding and tempting to both of you. “Mmh, what a perverted man you are… Aah!” You moaned, feeling his hand rub against your pussy. 

“She’s already warm and wet again, does my voice turn you on?~” Yuta cooed, looking into your eyes as you nodded desperately, “ahh, aah… Yuta, you’re such a bully…” You whined, feeling him shove two fingers inside your pussy, “what a naughty girl, having dirty thoughts of her own Boss.” He smirked as you moaned, grasping onto his shoulders, rubbing yourself against his fingers. “Didn’t I just fuck you into place?~” He scoffed in disbelief, seeing how needy you get for him.

“Mmh-mmh…” You wanted to scream but Yuta made out with you, swallowing your cries. You felt a third finger slipping inside and fingering you, “such a good girl,” he hissed, curling his fingers as you closed your eyes. You couldn’t believe the way you were being touched, let alone get so aroused by one man.

If the age gap weren’t a problem you would’ve let this man get you pregnant a long time ago.

“Yuta… I’m going to… Aah…” You moaned, feeling unable to keep it together, “I know Babydoll, let me see you squirt all over my fingers.” Yuta whispered into your ear as you squirted heavily and desperately. You were panting as his hand was covered in your wetness. He slipped two of his fingers inside his mouth and licked the clean, “didn’t know you’d taste so sweet, Y/N,” he held his index finger, pointing at you, “mmh-mmh…” You leaned in, sucking on it and tasting yourself.

He bent down slightly, eating you out as you moaned, patting his hair, his warm lips against your pussy felt good. “Ooh, Yuta… That feels so great…” You threw your head back and wrapped your thighs around him, and he pulled you closer as he was licking you clean, “mhm, Doll,” he smirked, gently teasing your anus with his warm tongue as you winced at the feeling.

You stepped into your panties as he pulled them up, gently patting your ass before groping it, “what a nice ass, Y/N,” Yuta cooed, rubbing it as you blushed, fixing his button-up shirt as you looked at the hickey you left on him earlier. It made you giggle a little, just what was going through your mind to leave such a hickey on your Boss? You fixed his tie as he helped you get your blouse on, you closed his zipper and buckled his belt. “Mmh, Boss’s so hot~” You hummed, wearing your miniskirt as he chuckled at your compliment. “Boss is lucky to fuck such a nice, stubborn, and pretty woman,” he smirked as you made out with him.

He turned off the lights in the main office as you headed inside the elevator, “mhm-mhm, Babydoll~” Yuta cooed, making out with you until you reached the ground level, “do you get home by metro or taxi?” You asked, wearing your coat, “by car, what about you?” You nodded, “I’m taking the bus but seeing how it’s super late, I guess I’ll have to walk my way home,” you hummed, bowing at the security guard on your way out.

“Don’t, it’s too late to be walking at this hour, Y/N.” Yuta said, patting your shoulder as he held your hand, “but the bus won’t be here before another hour,” you walked to the parking spots, “where do you live? Let me drop you off there,” you shook your head, feeling embarrassed. “No, there’s no need to, Nakamoto-nim,” you bowed as he pulled you by the wrist and inside his fancy car. “It’s dangerous at this time, I don’t want something to happen to you, Y/N.” He confessed, caressing your hand.

You blushed at the way he cherished and protected you… That night you were very thankful to Nakamoto Yuta.

You leaned in kissing him deeply as he hummed, “Babydoll, mhm~” Yuta cooed, rubbing your thigh as you made out with him, his kisses were so tempting and lustful. They left you begging and wanting for more. “Mmh… Ooh, Yuta…” You moaned as he started the engine and began driving off. 

The car arrived in front of your apartment. “Mhm, mhm, Doll,” Yuta sucked on your tongue, gently rubbing his hand up and down on your thigh. “Mmh, Yuta…” You straddled him, making out with him roughly as he growled. 

“–Yah, where are you!?” Yuka yelled into the phone as he panickily chuckled, “–almost there, sorry I had some work to take care of at the office.” Yuta chuckled, biting his lip and unzipping his pants as you were sucking him off, “well, hurry up!” She demanded, before hanging up. “Shit, guess she’s super pissed I wonder if it’s school or one of her friends again…” He patted the back of your neck as you very super focused on his dick, “mmh…” He smiled, patting your hair as you started to deep-throat him. “Gotta go Babydoll. Yuka-chan hates waiting.” You pulled back, swallowing his small amount of cum.

“Thank you, for getting me home safely, Nakamoto-nim,” you bowed when he rolled down the window and kissed you, “sleep well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Yuta waved and drove off again, “get home safely, Boss!” You waved.

You headed upstairs as you realized you forgot your favorite lipstick in his office. You took your heels off and washed yourself gently with hot water from the sink. You did your skincare routine.

🎶I’m a confident woman, but why are you making me struggle?🎶 You sang while listening to Miniskirt by AOA before heading off to bed.

“Papa! You kept me waiting!” Yuka scoffed and whined before hugging him, Yuta chuckled. “Sorry, sorry, Baby,” he kissed her forehead, “look I made us black sesame cookies~” she smiled, holding the tray.

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A/N: 🌚🌝Nehuehue, this is my first time posting something sexy and smut~ I’m finally getting more confident in my writing and also posting more of mature fics! It’s really nice to have a mix of both if you’re interested please go and read my Nakamoto Yuta fanfiction here! I’ve recently post a part 3 to the story and after I’ve published this, I’ll go back and continue working on “Like a butterfly”!

About tattoos...

It’s no surprise Ms. Y/N has tattoos, I mean she’s a baddie after all‼️ I do plan on revealing more of her tattoos and details about her appearance in the next part...

It’s just I had a hard time finding great images of her tats - so please bear with this Walmart edited picture🙏🏽 No blue/purple Hibiscus tattoo on Pinterest really caught my attention, so I had to improvise! This is how I’d imagined her tattoo to look like, the top three petals being purple and the rest being blue.

Also, I got this idea of Y/N working in an advertising agency right before watching this AY-YO video yesterday, lmfao, Doyoung’s the best 😂😭

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did, were you surprised that CEO Nakamoto also happens to be a dilf?~ Hehe, look forward to more. (Never knew that writing about your professor banging you could be this hot, asdfghj!!!)

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Mass Effect 2 replay, squad post Mordin:

Jacob

-Jacob gets the armor upgrade for the Normandy by pulling favors with the Alliance. And now we know why TIM recruited him.

-Talking to Jacob as femshep is hard. Any line can be a flirtation – paragon, renegade, neutral.

The worst part is that Jacob doesn’t seem interested. Any time you flirt, he shuts you down. At least in ME1 Ashley and Kaidan returned the interest.

-I find it interesting people dislike Jacob because he doesn’t open up. As someone who normally remains professional myself at work, that’s never bothered me.

That’s the same vibe I get from Jacob – friendly, attempting to be helpful, but maintaining boundaries to keep personal and professional life separate.

-I do disagree with Jacob’s stance on politics and bureaucracy. He seems convinced in every conversation for the Alliance to do good because it engages them.

Dude was a corsair working for the Alliance unofficially and still complained that there was too much red tape.

Meanwhile, I’m looking at Omega and remembering the “rogue cells” of Cerberus from ME1 and wondering how he can not see the value in oversight and power checks.

-Why was Jacob sidelined after Eden Prime? He says this like it’s an obvious fact and I can’t recall if he ever told me what he had to do with the colony.

-If you go renegade, one of Jacob’s line is that the “General public never knew you were dead”. What?

There are news announcements on the Citadel dead about how the deceased Commander Shepard has been seen on Omega. There’s a memorial on Akuze to Shepard.

I’m going to credit this as a left over line when the plot of ME2 was different, but it’s very weird.

-If you go paragon, one of Shepard’s lines is “Couldn’t hurt to keep some spare parts handy.”

Given that we learn Ceberus had a clone for that exact purpose in ME3… Oof.

Mordin

-Mordin tells you all about how he found bugs all over the labs. Another reminder that Shepard is constantly being watched.

-He tells you to find more collector data and tissue samples.

I think at one point there would be a main mission related to that.

As others have noted, an insect from a collector swarm miraculously appears on the ship when Mordin tells you he found a cure. This line was probably supposed to be foreshadowing of the mission that would have collected the insect.

-Mordin really enjoys a challenge. Describing the limitations he had to work with on Omega reminds me of devs describing the challenges they had in developing a program.

-At this point Mordin only speaks about krogans hypothetically overcoming the genophage, and that his work with the STG was just to prepare militarily for it. He doesn’t trust Shepard enough yet to describe his real work.

-He is very insistent that the genophage is not a sterility plague. It just restores the krogan growth rate to what it was pre industry.

Miranda

-As opposed to Jacob, as soon as Miranda gets the slightest hint of friendliness she opens up.

I think this has more to do with their backgrounds than their characters. Jacob’s spent time in the Alliance where professionalism is expected. He knows he’s working with a sketchy group and is accordingly wary.

Miranda’s accustomed to being treated poorly. She whole heartedly believes in Cerberus and its cause. She tells Shepard her past almost as if she feels the need to make sure Shepard knows what she really is before she can accept Shepard’s friendship. She wants Shepard’s respect, but doesn’t think she deserves it.

Ironically, I suppose the reason Jacob’s more closed off is because he has a higher sense of self worth than Miranda does. He doesn’t feel the need to be validated by Shepard.

-As others have said: One successful mission and Miranda is saying that this is the best Cerberus operation she’s been part of.

That does not speak well of Cerberus.

-Whether you go paragon or renegade, Miranda doesn’t hesitate to remind you that TIM’s in charge. She has quite a journey to go before she’ll be ready to tell him to fuck off.

-Why did Miranda’s father want a daughter for dynasty?

Usually that type specifically want sons.

Every reason I can think of makes the man worse and explains why Miranda is so careful in how she speaks about him and insistent on why she had to get her sister away.