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I love your weaknesses postsđ„čâšdo you have any thoughts about the guys and massages (full body, shoulders, hands, etc)? could be receiving or giving them
I personally feel like Kyle would be so into them in general, meanwhile Johnny would try to be handsy or silly with them
Machveil I hope you know that I would blow up a fucking building for you if only you would ask me to
Weaknesses part 7: massages
I think Gaz is super into anything relaxing, aromatic, therapeutic. Loves candles, baths with special scented soaps and salts, massages. Anything that inspires slow, tantric intimacy. And also I think he is the king of treating himself and self care. Generally heâs more into giving, but he likes to trade massages too. He always sets the scene for you, lighting the aforementioned candles, putting on music, dimming the lights. And heâs really good at giving them. Because of course he is.
Soap is the fucking naughty masseuse and we all know it ok. He basically gives massages the way they do in porn where itâs just an extended pretense to sex where he can feel you up. Like he does try to give you a real massage for all of 3 minutes (if Iâm being generous) before itâs basically just spanking you and reaching between your thighs. And if you decide to return the favor? Heâs not going to shut up about getting a happy ending. Not for the entire time.
Ghost isnât all the comfortable giving massages because he can see the blood on his hands at the edges of his vision all the time, like a cataract born of sin and violence unbridled n stuff. But he loves receiving them! You know heâs tense as fuck back there man. Doesnât know how to relax himself, needs someone to force him to relax. You sitting straddled on him while you rub his back does it for him.
Price likes both. Plays a little into the housewife kink. Likes you to rub his shoulders after a long day, kneading into him and just trying to help him unwind like a good, sweet, considerate girl. And in return, this man is rubbing your feet and Iâm not gonna apologize for saying it. Especially if youâre pregnant. Then itâs happening like every fuckin day.
While Gaz gives very sensual massages, König is gonna give you a massage that hurts like hell but fixes your entire life. Massages are one of the few things I think heâll actually indulge in and pay for from a professional. Dude has a lot of muscles that go through a lot of grief. I think his height and his age also make him a little more prone to aches and pains. That said, he will love whatever kind of massage you give him, but itâs more of the thought that counts, cause youâre not hardcore enough to break his back the way he usually gets it done. He will literally lay down and let you walk on him.
Nikolai also loves a massage as an act of service. Just shows youâre thinking about him and his comfort, which he finds to be very sweet. Heâs partial to a hand massageâ he does a lot of work that strains his grip and fine motor muscles, so it feels good to take off the gloves and have you press between his knuckles and knead the meat of his palms. The massages he gives are a bit between therapeutic and foreplay. He uses the opportunity to edge you, is what Iâm saying.
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If you're taking requests for Lando, and are comfortable writing angst. I'm in one of those moods where I need gut-wrenching neglected girlfriend being called clingy and then him grovelling for forgiveness. You don't have to write it, I just really have been in an angsty mood.
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As usual I don't like what I did, but I have been starting this like a thousand times and never finished it and this time I did. So I'll go with the flow. I hope you'll like it !
I took so much time to write this that your mood probably changed like a thousand times đ I'm sorry đ
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These past few days have been hard for you. Lando has been away for the past three weeks because it was a triple header and you couldn't come with him because of work. You always thought that being famous too would help you have clear weekends to come to the races, but apparently not. You had ads to film, shoots for magazines to do, interviews to prepare and do too, and it was getting overwhelming.
And Lando being in a different time zone definitely didn't help. You barely could texts, or one would respond hours later, the phone calls only last a few minutes (when you can actually call each other) and it wasn't enough for you these days. Your anxiety was getting the best of you, resulting in a few panic attacks daily.
Usually Lando helps a lot, but he had enough stuff on his plate too. He was in a tough battle with Max for the championship, and from what you've seen and what he had told you a bit, he was struggling with the car this week-end. You tried to make it work as much as you could. But you just couldn't do it anymore. You were back at Monaco after working hard until Saturday afternoon, actually coming home at Lando's place around 9pm, crying yourself to sleep, not even eating.
You knew Lando would be back for a few days from Vegas for a couple of days before flying to Qatar. But you definitely didn't expect to wake up at almost 5pm the next day by noises in the kitchen. First of all, how did you sleep that much? You were tired but damn, that's like 18hours of sleep ! And second of all, who was in the kitchen?
You slowly walked, carefully listening to the noises. After leaning a bit, you saw Lando searching the fridge for something to eat.
"Oh my god" you said relieved it was him. "you scared me so much!" you said walking to him, hugging him from behind.
"I scared you- in my own place?"
"yeah as you were in a different country" you leaned onto the counter next to him. "how did it go?" you asked about the race. Yes you didn't watch it as you slept half a day. You were going to watch it as you woke up, before Lando gets back, but well, you definitely didn't have time for that apparently.
"not good" Lando said barely looking at you
"oh" he walked out of the kitchen "but where did you finish?"
"You didn't watch the race?" he asked, going to the living room to eat at the table
"Well, I wanted to, but as you can see I.. overslept" he stared at you, as he was judging you "and you came back before I could watch it, so might as well tell me directly" you sat in front of him
"Well I lost the championship and finished P6, behind Max at the race. Happy?"
"Why are you so mad at me? It's not my fault, I'm just trying to know what happened to support you"
"support me? You weren't even there for that"
"ugh, excuse me? Sorry for having a career of my own, which I might give up with everything happening at the same time"
"like you can't take at least one day to come watch the race"
"that's the only thing you got from what I just said?" you stood up "what the hell Lando? What happened for you to treat me like that? I've been working my ass off, trying to contain my panic attacks all alone because you also have a career and can't be by my side 24/7, you barely even answer my text, you don't call me, you don't even ask me how I am doing!" He just stared at you, not saying anything. "you know what? I think I was better alone" you said, leaving the room, heading to his bedroom to gather your stuff.
"Wait- where are you going?" he said following you, like he suddenly cared.
"I'm going to my parents for a while. I haven't seen them in 2 months between my work and the races. And you're leaving like in two days anyway so, might as well try to have a good time with people that actually care about me" And before he could say anything, you were out of his sight, driving to the nearest airport to fly to your parents (trying to avoid to cry and have many panic attacks on your way).
You knew Lando wouldn't fly to you for the next two weeks with the races getting all of his time. But he did harass you with texts, tried to call you, which you ignored. He also sent you flowers, many flowers, gifts with little cards, apologising and asking for you to answer his texts and calls. You did feel guilty, even if you made it clear that he neglected you, you felt bad for keeping it to yourself that long and just lashing onto him like that.
You watched the last two races of the year, a knot in your stomach. You felt like you made it worse by acting like that and ignoring him. Hell he could have an accident and not make it back and that would be the last thing you said to him? That is a very bad scenario but still. And at the same time, your pride was telling you to keep ignoring him, that you were right and that he was the one to come back to you (which he was actually trying to do).
Until the next Monday after the last race, when you heard a knock to your bedroom. Innocently thinking it was your mom, you told "her" to come in, only to be faced by Lando holding flowers in his hand. You were laying in bed, in your pyjamas at 3pm, scrolling on your phone.
"Lando? What are you doing here?" You said, sitting up.
"You didn't give me other choices" you nodded, admitting that it was true. "I'm sorry for being a bad boyfriend" he said, taking a step closer to you
"keep going" you said, crossing your arms
"I shouldn't have neglected you like that even if I get too busy at work. I know you always take time for me even though you're working too and I should do the same thing" he sat down at the edge of your bed
"hm hm" you nodded
"I know you didn't read my texts nor listened to my voice messages or voicemails, but I've been apologising for a thousand times and, I've been begging you not to breakup with me" you couldn't help but laugh
"I've listened to them" you admitted
"w-were they good?" you tilted your head "you know I'm not good for that type of stuff"
"You're getting there"
"So what are you saying? Are we good?" you leaned a bit closer to him
"No we're not good Lando. It's not a bunch of texts, calls and gifts that are going to make me forget what happened. Hell I told you I wanted to abandon my entire career and you didn't even react" he was about to say something but you cut him off "and I know it's been very tough for you too for the races, that's why I gave you the benefit of doubt when you were away, but- you were sitting in front of me Lando-"
"I know, I know" he sat right in front of you, holding your hands "we've been dating for a year and- honestly I don't know what happened. When I came back from SĂŁo Paulo you were there for me, and thank god you were, but I think it's just, it went to my head and I was under so much pressure" you wanted to cut him off but he didn't let you "and I'm not making up excuses for what I did. I just don't want to lose you. I'm so sorry, I'll do anything for you not to leave me, just please, don't go. It won't happen again, I promise" you sighed
"I wasn't going to leave you Lando" you had a little smile. You could see it in his eyes. He was scared he really messed up to the point you were actually going to leave him for good. Maybe stepping away for a few weeks made him think, like for you.
"Really?" He seemed genuinely surprised
"Yes, but I needed some time, like you did too"
"yes. I'm so sorry. I love you so much. I won't do it again"
"You better not" you both laughed a little. "I love you too"
"Not as much as I do" and he immediately leaned in to kiss you. "Now I need to give those flowers to your mother because she helped me to get to talk to you" you gasped as he stood up
"of course she did" you laughed "and to think those flowers were for me? I'm offended" you joked
"Didn't you get enough with everything I sent you?" you tilted your head "too soon?" you both laughed
"yeah, too soon" he left the room. You got up and followed him down the stairs.
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(cw: periods, reader is afab) Iâm not exactly happy with this but I havenât posted in a while so here it is
as much as gojo is playful, immature and altogether childish there is nothing he prioritizes over your well-being. itâs the one thing he never compromises on, even with you. he hates seeing you sick or in pain of any sort, always going out of his way to always make sure youâre always taken care of. this time is no different.
you find yourself in the bathroom, throwing up what you just ate and a stabbing like feeling in your stomach. you groan feeling another wave of nausea wash over you. with no energy to get up and find your pain meds, you sit there on the bathroom floor waiting for the nausea to end. sitting up against the bathroom wall hoping youâll finally have the energy to move at one point. so thatâs how gojo finds you, miserable looking and on the bathroom floor. heâs by your side immediately, helping you to the sink so you can wash your mouth at your request.
gojo knew what was happening the moment he found you on the bathroom floor, he also knew how much you struggled during this time of month. it was distressing to see you in pain and so he always made sure to find ways to help you alleviate it. whether it was getting you the things you needed like pain meds and food or giving you massages for your aching stomach and back. it made your heart swell because gojo is always so good to you. when you tell him you need more pads, he only nods with a soft kiss to your forehead. he helps you to your bed before he warps away. you settle in the bed, not at all surprised by him suddenly warping away, already missing your very large and very warm boyfriend.
the moment you open up your phone youâre getting a array of texts from him. heâs already at the convenience store and you see the selfie of him standing in the pad isle (he has the pads you buy in his hand) with it captioned âwhat size pussy you wear, babe?â he does this all the time and it never fails to make you laugh no matter how stupid it is. itâs almost enough to make you forget the cramps that feel like little knives in your belly. it leaves you with a soft, warm feeling because gojo always manages to make you laugh no matter how awful you feel. his care for you and your well being always made you feel so very safe.
when he gets back heâs warping right back into your room, a bag with your pads and a variety of snacks hangs off his arm while he holds what you recognize as your pain meds in his hand. his other hand holds a glass of water. and itâs little things like this that make you so very happy. a reminder that gojo is always thinking about you and your needs. he hands you the glass of water, setting the bag on your bed, before heâs handing you the meds insisting you take them. he joins you in your bed, still wearing his jujutsu uniform, pulling you into his lap and holding you against him. he speaks to you softly, asking what you need and if he can do anything more for you. in moments like this thereâs no teasing from him. just him making sure to put your comfort and well being above all else. because to gojo thereâs nothing heâd rather be doing than taking care of you.
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"Luka, do you believe in soulmates?"
Luka nearly stumbled after that question left Marinette's mouth. While conversation was common between them on their walks - regardless of if it was a walk to go somewhere together, a walk to find inspiration, or a walk to simply walk - he hadn't expected a topic like that.
Just about anyone wouldn't, actually, not when a vast majority of the population had soulmate marks. Luka himself sported one, as did Marinette.
He looked to her for clarification, but her gaze was distant, drawn up towards the sky like it might give her whatever answer she was looking for. Wanting to consider her question seriously, he asked, "Are you talking about destiny?"
"No ...maybe?" Her brows furrowed and she appeared just as confused as him by her own thought process. Throwing a hand out in exasperation, she tried again, "We're chosen. That's the idea, right? Because someone, or the universe, or something did it?"
"Yeah?" He supposed that was accurate even if he didn't know himself. No one could ever agree on the true cause and evidence was nonexistent, so it was largely left up to interpretation.
More religiously-inclined individuals would call it a God giving people a sign of their all-knowing nature, or giving their approval of two people being together. Depending on one's view, that theory ranged from being about a holy entity asserting their omnipotence to being about the most powerful shipper to ever exist trying to pair up the population to their liking.
For others, it was just a force of the universe, whether a conscious one or not. The way the marks changed as cultures did could answer questions about that, or it may only add them.
Some theories left it down to the individual: that people were magical or that their souls called out and found another, which ultimately manifested in a soulmate mark.
Luka didn't know, and it wasn't something that kept him up at night. The pondering of why soulmate marks existed and what they truly meant held about as much weight to him as why some random person on the other side of the world chose to eat an apple instead of an orange that day.
Of course, it wasn't always like that. There was a time when he was younger when he looked at the mark near Marinette's elbow, listening to her ramble excitedly about who her soulmate might be and what kind of person she hoped they were, and he felt jealous. He'd loved her knowingly for years, probably loved her unknowingly even longer, but he was happy.
In a way, not being her soulmate meant that she had no incentive or suggestion to be close to him beyond enjoying his company. That alone held great value to him, and he liked the simplicity: importance to someone without need of a fancy fate tattoo slapped on at birth to show for it.
"Ugh," Marinette groaned, running both hands down her face. "I get a headache whenever I think about it. It doesn't make sense."
"Which part?"
"Mm..." She pouted. "The good part?"
He still wasn't following, though he did like hearing her talk. He was happy to be her black-and-blue rubber duck if she needed it.
"Everyone thinks that soulmate marks are soooo great," she continued with an edge to her voice, waving her arms wildly, "but they don't always think about who, or what, or whatever's behind it! What if itâ"
"Look out."
Luka caught a glimpse of what was about to happen just in time, reaching out to grab her shoulder and pull her back, the honest-to-God cream pie that'd fallen from above splattering on the sidewalk below. He looked up to lock gazes with the person who'd appeared to either accidentally drop or knock it over, but they were already ducking back inside in embarrassment.
Giving a quick glance at her shoes to confirm that the pie didn't get on them, his eyes went to her face next. "Are you okay?"
She didn't answer, staring solemnly at the dessert on the ground, though that may have not been entirely accurate. It almost appeared as if she were looking at things all around it that weren't actually there.
He knew then what was happening in her mind before she spoke again.
"What if it doesn't care about you or thinks you're a joke? What if it gave you a soulmate just for a laugh?"
Marinette had never had good luck. Having known her since they were both kids, Luka knew that for a fact. He'd become so used to it that anticipating and preventing whatever insanely unlucky moments he could was like muscle memory to him. His body simply felt the signs and acted on its own.
Thus, her conclusion didn't come as anything strange to him, however depressing it sounded. The thought that there was some higher being taking delight in... whatever this was, it didn't sound impossible.
Cautious with suspicion of what her answer may be, he asked, "Did something happen with him?"
He normally wouldn't say anything about that relationship, nor do so much as to speak the boy's name. After countless times of watching Marinette lamenting some perceived failure that was, more often than not, either terrible luck or the universe personally spiting her, he stopped bringing it up. It made her miserable to talk about it and he had a dog in the proverbial race, so it was convenient for both of them if he kept quiet.
No matter how much he wanted and also didn't want to know how it was going or if any sparks were flying, that was her business and he would only pry if he felt it necessary. Most of what he knew was simply that she had seen the soulmate mark by accident and her soulmate had yet to see hers.
"Ha," she scoffed, turning her face away from him. "Nothing happened, that's the problem."
She went to keep walking, not feeling right standing in the same place on the sidewalk, and nearly stepped in the fallen pie before he caught her shoulder again. She tossed him a grateful look and they continued their walk side-by-side.
"I just wanted to get to know him better! Isn't it normal to want to know what your soulmate is like?" She huffed, face pinkening in shame. "But any time I try to talk to him, it all comes out wrong and it doesn't make any sense, and not even in a way that makes sense!"
She held her hands out, feigning holding a box.
"And the other day, I put a box of my parents' macarons on his desk with a note on it, but Chloe took it and told him they were from her! He even bought it!" She stopped talking, squinting at nothing as she turned to him and corrected, "Her story, not the macarons."
He nodded along and let her continue.
"Anyway!" She faced the sky with a glare, fists tight against her chest. "Like Chloe would ever be caught dead in my parents' bakery. She wouldn't even take the time out to buy a gift herself unless it was for herself!"
He chuckled, though there was sympathy too. He couldn't imagine what was crazier of a thought: that Marinette's parents would sell to their daughter's bully, or that someone would be unaware enough to believe such a story in the first place. The macarons couldn't have been that good.
Head tilted up towards the sky, she clasped her hands together behind her back and sighed. "Maybe my standards for guys are too high, or I'm missing something about soulmates. That's why I asked." Eyes drifting towards where her partly hidden mark was, she grumbled, "I don't think it's a coincidence anymore that it's where my funny bone is..."
Luka hummed, a question lingering in his mind but not one that was relevant to hers: in all of his knowing her, she'd never dated anyone, so he couldn't imagine where her "standards for guys" had come from, but he thought better of saying it aloud.
Turning his head to look at the rest of the world, so far removed from the little bubble they'd crafted for each other, Luka took in their surroundings: the pigeons flying overhead, the cars passing by, and a couple having snacks at a table outside a cafe. His lips twitched at the latter sight as a thought occurred to him.
"Do you remember when we were kids?" He met her confused gaze. "My favorite Jagged Stone song was Bottomless. I thought it was the deepest song I ever heard."
Marinette snorted, a delightful noise that he always loved hearing. "And when he got asked what it meant, he said..."
With a dramatic groan hearkening back to the emotions of his childhood self, he lamented, "That he was hungry when he wrote it."
Her chest heaved as she snorted again, putting a hand over her mouth as she tried to contain her laughter. It was all in good fun and he had fond memories of her comforting him at the time as if the revelation had destroyed his psyche, wanting to protect his innocence.
"I was devastated," he half-joked as he slipped his hands into his pockets, "but then I realized that it didn't matter."
Her laugh cut off with a choke, shocked by the statement. He didn't blame her, as he'd never really expressed the thought to anyone before.
And Luka Couffaine, not caring what Jagged Stone had to say about his own song? Unheard of.
"It didn't change how I felt about it, or what it meant to me," he explained. "Just because he was the one who made it didn't mean I had to see it the way he did."
Marinette was smart, and he could see the parallel clicking in her head. His thoughts on Jagged's song were much like his thoughts on his mark, or soulmate marks in general, in that he couldn't care less about anyone else's theories or ideas about them. Maybe his mark genuinely meant that the person with a matching mark was destined to be with him, or the exact opposite. Perhaps it was a warning about someone he could never get along with, or there was no person at all who matched his mark.
But he knew how he felt. He knew what he wanted, and it had nothing to do with a nonconsensual tattoo he had on his neck.
"What about you, Marinette? What do you want your mark to mean?"
They came to a crosswalk, the warning sign flashing red. Stopping along with her, Luka's hands fell back to his sides as he waited for Marinette's response. Her gaze was locked to her feet, which shifted against the sidewalk while she mulled over her answer.
"...I don't want it to mean anything. My life's already complicated enough without thinking about what I'm supposed to do about it," she decided. "I don't need a soulmate either, just something simple: someone to talk to, someone who comforts me like I comfort them..."
"I think that sounds great." He beamed, charmed by the promised simplicity.
She continued, voice quieting, "...someone to go on walks with."
...Wait.
She gripped the bottom of her shirt with the hand furthest from him, tangling her finger in the fabric. "Someone to hold hands with..."
Then he felt it. It was the lightest of touches, but he knew with certainty the feeling of her other hand's knuckles brushing his. The way her face pinked at her cheeks only supported that.
It was a question in the form of physical contact: Do you want this? Is this okay?
Without having realized, Luka had fallen into the trap of assuming everything about soulmates without meaning to, contrary to his own opinion. Marinette had put so much weight onto it when they were kids that he didn't dare to imagine anything else but that she wanted them romantically.
Had she really just wanted to get to know them? Or had she wanted him to be sure that she wasn't interested in them first? Was that why she'd asked him in the first place? To know whether it would matter to him or not?
A car driving by, causing wind to rustle their hair, brought Luka back to reality. Not wanting to be misunderstood for even an instant, he took her hand in his and brought it to his chest, holding it there so she could feel his heartbeat.
She gasped, but didn't pull away, staring at their joined hands in awe.
"What else?" he asked, sending every implication at her through his tone.
"Ahâ" The pink on her cheeks spread further along her face, but she still answered, "S-someone who will touch my face, like..."
She trailed off, lost for a way to describe it, but Luka needed no further instruction. Taking a single step to be even closer to her, he raised his free hand. Fingers bent, he glided the backs along Marinette's cheek, a pleasant heat coming off of it.
"Anything else?"
She opened her mouth, paused to swallow, then gave him a hopeful smile. With only a hint of shyness this time, she requested, "Kiss me."
He did, his hand going from her cheek to the back of her head as their lips met. Cars continued to pass by, but he couldn't hear them over his heart pounding so loud he could feel it in his skull.
"Luâ" Marinette started to say, but whatever it was must not've been more important than kissing him. She tightened her grip on the hand he'd been holding, the other pulling at his jacket to keep him close.
As if he would've ever gone anywhere but right in front of her. The mere thought baffled him.
When they pulled away, hands still intertwined, it took Luka a few seconds for the world to come back into focus. The crosswalk sign signaled that they could walk now, but he couldn't say for sure whether it had done that recently or if they'd been kissing for so long that they'd missed a prior chance to cross. He couldn't bring himself to care either, not when she held his hand like it was something precious.
She smiled gorgeously at him and tugged him along. He followed after her eagerly, silently wondering if she had any further "requirements" that he could meet.
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50 Shades of Red || Chapter 8
Image Cred: The Flying Photographer
pairing:Â Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
summary:Â Wanda goes on her first helicopter ride, with a hot woman right beside her.
content warnings: none
word count:Â 3.3k+
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Vision has called 5 times, left two voicemails, and sent 7 messages to Wandaâs phone. Heâs also texted Kate. She showed Wanda the texts, her responses vague and dry. Heâs smart, heâll know that Kate is covering for Wanda, but she doesnât particularly care. Sheâs still angry with him.Â
Sheâs angry and she canât get the phantom feeling of his sweaty body pressed against her out of her memory. It leaves a bile taste in their throat and an urge to avoid and run.Â
The only thing that gets her mind off of that night is the thought of her upcoming date with Natasha.Â
Kate had helped her pick out an outfit, a pair of loose denim jeans with black boots and a comfortable black sweater. The temperature had dipped for the weekend, leaving everything gloomy as clouds gathered overhead.Â
It was the perfect weather, in Wandaâs opinion.
Truthfully, there was nothing she liked to do more than sit down with a book and a lit candle as a thunderstorm sounded overhead. Unfortunately for her, by the time Natashaâs car had pulled up to her apartment, the clouds were already clearing. It looked like the helicopter ride was officially happening.Â
Wanda didnât know why she was so nervous. Itâs not like this was the first date, after all. This time, it felt⊠official. This date felt more concrete somehow, a spontaneous coffee date nowhere near the level of this.Â
Natasha was punctual, of course. She was waiting outside, leaning casually against a car, the exterior shining like it had been newly buffed. She opens the back door politely, smiling warmly at Wanda.Â
âGood evening, Ms. Maximoff.â
âMs. Romanoff.â Wanda nods politely to her, climbing into the backseat. She hopes it looks grateful, and not at all as awkward as she feels. Nick is sitting in the driverâs seat.
âHello Nick,â she says, watching Natasha round the car.
âGood evening, Ms. Maximoff,â he says, his voice polite and professional. Natasha opens the door, sliding into her seat next to Wanda and gently grabbing her hand. She gives it a squeeze, the feeling of electricity running all the way from Wandaâs fingertips to her furiously beating heart.Â
âHow was your day?â she asks.
Wanda grimaces slightly as she remembers all the prepping Kate put her through. She answers honestly, âVery long.âÂ
âYes, itâs been a long day for me too.â Natashaâs tone is serious.Â
âWhat did you do?â Wanda manages to ask, her voice catching slightly in her throat as the first scent of cinnamon hits her nose. How does the womanâs perfume manage to smell sexy and warm at the same time?
âI went hiking with Yelena.â Her thumb moves, stroking over Wandaâs knuckles. At the feeling, Wandaâs heart skips a beat, her breathing accelerating slightly. She doesnât dare look in Natashaâs direction, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip slightly. How does she do this to her? Sheâs only touching a small part of Wandaâs body, and now sheâs all worked up like a teenage boy.
The drive to the small airport is short, and before Wanda can get nervous about her first helicopter ride, theyâve arrived. Scanning the outside, she wonders where the helicopter actually is, since there are buildings all around them. Wanda knows that a helicopter needs space to take off and land, but she doesnât see one anywhere.Â
Nick parks the car, climbs out, and opens Natashaâs door. She quickly steps out, rounding the car and opening Wandaâs door before sheâs even had a chance to unbuckle herself.Â
âReady?â she asks, holding out her hand. Wanda nods, her tongue feeling heavy in her mouth as excitement and nerves build within her.Â
âNick,â Natasha nods curtly to her driver, and heads towards the building. Wanda sees a set of elevators, and a flush rises quickly to her cheeks. The memory of their kiss flies through her brain, and Wanda quickly tries to think of something else.Â
She hadnât been able to think of much else, her brain constantly replaying it in her mind the whole day. Twice, Kate had to snap her fingers in front of Wandaâs eyes with a knowing smirk plastered on her face. To say sheâd been distracted would have been an understatement.Â
Natasha glances over at her, a faint smile on her lips. Ha! Sheâd been thinking about it too.
âItâs only three floors,â she murmurs, her green eyes crinkled at the corners as amusement plays out on her perfect features.Â
Wanda tries to keep her face impassive as they step into the elevator. Then the doors close, and the tension spikes. Itâs an almost electrical attraction crackling between them and sparking where their fingertips meet. Wanda closes her eyes for a moment, attempting to ignore it. The grip on her hand tightens, and five seconds later, the doors open, a cool breeze rushing in and wiping away the heavy layer of tension.
There it is. A white helicopter with the name, Romanoffâs Global Enterprise written in red with the company logo on the side. Surely this was a misuse of company property. But then again, Wanda supposed it didnât matter since Natasha was the CEO of the company.
Natasha walks over to a small office on the roof of the building, an older man seated inside.Â
âHere is your flight plan, Ms. Romanoff. All external checks are done. Itâs ready and waiting, maâam. You are free to go.â
âThank you, Joe,â Natasha says, taking the papers and smiling warmly at him.
Oh, this was someone deserving of polite treatment from Ms. Romanoff. Maybe he wasnât an employee. Wanda stares at the older man in slight awe.
âLetâs go,â Natasha says, tugging slightly on Wandaâs hand. As they walk towards the helicopter, she realizes that itâs much bigger than it looked from far away. Wanda expected it to be just enough space for two people to fit in, but it looks as though it could fit at least seven people inside. Natasha opens the door and directs her over to one of the seats at the very front.Â
âSit,â she commands, and Wanda feels a warm feeling begin in her gut. âDonât touch anything,â Natasha orders, climbing in and shutting the door.Â
The door closes with a slam, the outside wind cutting off abruptly. Wanda blinks slightly, noticing the small lights lining the cockpit. It gives it a very homely feel, and she tentatively sits down in the seat directly next to the driverâs seat. Natasha crouches down next to her, strapping her into a harness. Her green eyes are focused on the four straps, connecting them to the central buckle. Wanda hopes she doesnât say anything about the way her chest is heaving.
Natasha tightens both of the upper straps until Wanda can barely move. She glances up and smiles, like sheâs enjoying her own private joke. Wanda is pleased to note that her eyes are dilated slightly. Her strong fingers wrap around one of the upper straps, pulling slightly.Â
âYouâre secure, no escaping now,â she whispers, her eyes intent and scorching as they rake over Wandaâs face. âBreathe,â she adds, her hand releasing the strap to cup Wandaâs face. Her fingers are gentle, running down her cheek until it grasps her chin. Leaning forward, Natasha smiles as she places a brief, chaste kiss on Wandaâs lips.Â
âI like this harness,â she murmurs.Â
Wandaâs eyes widen, her mind flying to the dirty connotations of that word. She hopes her blush isnât too apparent in the dim lighting, but something in Natashaâs smirk tells her that her reactions are glaringly obvious.Â
Sitting down in the driverâs seat, Natasha buckles herself in, then begins checking every little gadget and gauge. She flips switches and turns buttons, little lights flickering and flashing from various points, the whole instrument panel lighting up. Wanda is mesmerized, watching with wide eyes, even though she doesnât know whatâs going on.Â
âPut those on,â she instructs, pointing to a set of headphones hanging in front of Wanda. Putting them on, Wanda blinks at the slight static she hears before Natasha puts her own set on, and hits one more switch. The rotor blades start, the vibrations traveling through Wandaâs seat, her fingers gripping the sides as Natasha continues to flip more switches.Â
âIâm going through the pre-flight checks,â Natashaâs slightly staticy voice reaches Wandaâs ears. She turns and grins, watching the woman as her hands seem to move over the instrument panel with ease.Â
âDo you know what youâre doing?â Wanda asks. Natasha turns to her and smirks.
âIâve been a fully qualified pilot for over four years, Wanda. Youâre safe with me.â Natashaâs smirk widens, becoming slightly sharp. âWell, at least while weâre flying,â she adds, winking saliciously.Â
Wanda doesnât even try to hide her reaction to that, her tongue wetting her lips slightly before she gently takes her bottom lip between her teeth.Â
âAre you ready?â
She nods, her eyes going wide.Â
âOkay, tower. PDX, this is Romanoff, cleared for take-off. Please confirm, over.â
âRomanoff, you are clear. PDX to call, proceed to one four thousand, heading zero one zero, over.â
âRoger tower, Romanoff set, over and out. Here we go,â she adds, pulling back slightly on the half-wheel in front of her. The helicopter rises slowly, smoothly ascending into the air.Â
The buildings grow smaller, and Wanda feels as though sheâs left her stomach down on the sidewalk. The bright lights shirk until theyâre twinkling below them, similar to the stars above them. Once theyâre higher, there isnât much to see. Itâs pitch black, the moon covered by clouds. How can Natasha see where theyâre going?
âEerie, isnât it?â Natashaâs voice sounds out, and Wanda looks over at her.
âI kind of like it,â Wanda says, catching the warm yet surprised look the older woman sends her. Itâs true, though. Thereâs something inherently peaceful about being this high up. It feels⊠intimate, almost. Wanda wishes they could stay in this private bubble of theirs for a while.Â
âHow do you know youâre going the right way?â she asks after a few minutes of comfortable silence.Â
âHere,â Natasha points at one of the gauges. Wanda leans over, catching sight of an electronic compass. âDonât worry, this helicopter is one of the safest in its class. Itâs fully equipped for night flight.â She glances over and grins.Â
âThereâs a helipad on top of the building I live in. Thatâs where weâre headed.â
Of fucking course thereâs a helipad where she lives. Wanda feels completely out of her league. She chooses to focus on Natashaâs face instead. Itâs softly illuminated by the lights on the instrument panel. Sheâs concentrating hard, glancing at the dials and gauges in front of her every so often. Her lashes are dark and long, her profile one of the most beautiful things Wanda has ever seen. Her jawline is sharp, her lips full⊠Wanda would like to run her tongue over that jaw.Â
âWhen you fly at night, you fly blind. You have to put your trust in your instruments,â she says, interrupting Wandaâs slightly inappropriate thoughts.Â
âHow long will the flight be?â Wanda manages, slightly breathless. She tells herself that she doesnât sound eager, her heart beating wildly.Â
âLess than an hour, the wind is in our favor.â
Okay, less than an hour. Thatâs not too terrible. Wanda can handle that. She just has to keep her mind off of the upcoming night. The anticipation is eating at her, different scenarios flying through her head at what Natasha could possibly have in store for her.Â
âAre you alright, Wanda?â
âYes.â Her answer is short and clipped.Â
Wanda thinks she sees a smile, but she doesnât have much time to look. Natasha begins speaking over the radio again, exchanging information with air traffic control. It sounds professional, but Wanda understands enough to tell that theyâve moved into Seattleâs airspace.Â
âLook,â Natasha points to a small pin-point of light in the distance. Wanda squints at it. âThatâs Seattle.â
âDo you always impress women this way?â Wanda asks, genuine curiosity in her voice.Â
âIâve never brought a girl up here, Wanda. This is another first for me.â Her voice is quiet, her tone serious.
Oh, that was⊠unexpected. What did she mean another⊠oh. The sleeping thing.Â
âAre you impressed?â
âIâm awed, Natasha.â
She smiles.Â
âAwed?â For a brief moment, she looks her age again.Â
Wanda nods, looking away briefly. âYouâre just so, I donât know⊠competent.â
âWhy, thank you, Ms. Maximoff,â she says politely. Wanda canât get a read on her, but she thinks sheâs pleased.Â
They ride in the dark, comfortable silence for a while. The bright spot in the distance that marks Seattle slowly gets bigger.
âYou obviously enjoy doing this,â Wanda murmurs.
âWhat?â
âFlying,â Wanda says, meeting those inquisitive green eyes.Â
âWell,â Natasha sounds thoughtful, her fingers drumming the wheel for a moment. âIt requires control and concentration. How could I not love it?â
Oh. Right. Wanda feels her flush return as Natasha exchanges more information over the radio.
Seattle is getting closer, theyâre on the very outskirts of the city now. Fuck, it looks absolutely stunning. A large city at night, from the skyâŠ
âBeautiful, isnât it?â Natasha murmurs, her eyes glancing out the window.Â
Wanda nods eagerly. It looks almost unreal, like theyâre on a massive film set. It reminds her of Visionâs favorite film, Bladerunner. The memory of Visionâs attempted kiss flashes behind Wandaâs eyes, and she pushes it down, her stomach curling slightly. She resents the guilty feeling that rises within her for not responding to his calls.Â
He can wait.
The helicopter slows, hovering as a large helipad comes into view. Natasha carefully lands it, a gentle bump signaling the end of their ride. Wanda feels as though her heart is in her mouth, butterflies erupting as Natasha switches the ignition off. The rotor blades slow, the deafening noise Wanda had been filtering out finally quieting until the only thing she can hear is her own quick breaths.Â
âWeâre here,â Natasha says, reaching over to gently take off Wandaâs headphones. Her fingers brush a strand of hair behind Wandaâs ears, and she feels her heart melt at the gesture.Â
âYou know that you donât have to do anything you donât want to, right?â Natasha asks, her tone serious, a note of desperation running through it. Her green eyes are burning into Wandaâs. It takes her by surprise.Â
âOf course,â Wanda responds, hoping her words hold enough conviction in them, despite her shaky tone.Â
It seems to do the trick, Natasha nodding before helping Wanda unbuckle. Every brush of her fingers sends heat down Wandaâs spine, and she hopes her legs wonât tremble as she takes the older womanâs hand and steps onto the roof. She wraps an arm around her waist, holding her tightly as she ushers Wanda towards the doors.Â
Swiping an ID card and pressing the down button, Natasha pulls Wanda into the elevator. Itâs warm on the inside, with mirrors covering the walls and ceiling. She can see Natasha an infinite number of times wherever she looks, and she finds herself smiling.Â
The elevator descends quickly, the doors opening to an unbelievably huge living area. Wanda can barely take it all in, the dark wood and numerous furnishings catching her eye as they make their way towards a spacious, well-lit kitchen.Â
âWould you like a drink?â Natasha asks, removing her jacket. She smiles at Wandaâs slow nod, opening a bottle of white wine as she moves to look out of the floor-to-ceiling windows.Â
Wanda can see all of Seattle from here, the bright lights painting a beautiful picture before her. She would be happy if she could look at this view for the rest of her life.Â
âIs Pouilly FumĂ© alright with you?â
âI know nothing about wine, Natasha. Iâm sure it will taste wonderful.â Wandaâs voice is soft, hesitant almost. Her heart is thumping wildly in her chest, the urge to run strong. Natasha is rich. Like, billionaire with almost too much money to handle kind of rich. What is she doing here?
Ah, thatâs right. Wanda lets her eyes run over the womanâs body for a moment. She wants Natasha. Badly.Â
âHere,â she says, handing her a glass of wine. Wanda takes it, sipping it as she marvels at how expensive the glass feels. The wine is light, crisp somehow, and utterly delicious.
Taking a seat on the white couch in the center of the room, Wanda licks her lips for a moment before biting her bottom lip. She looks up at Natasha, who has suddenly gone still, her eyes narrowed and locked on Wandaâs face.Â
âWanda, stop biting your lip. Itâs very distracting.â Natashaâs voice is low and raspy. She sounds lightly strained, and her fingers grip the countertop behind her. âWould you excuse me a moment?âÂ
She leaves quickly, her wine left on the counter. Wanda blinks, sitting back and taking a few healthy mouthfuls of her own, her nerves settling slightly as she turns to gaze out at the city. It really is a beautiful sight.Â
The sound of footsteps approaching breaks Wanda out of her thoughts, and she turns to see Natashaâs eyes locked on hers as she holds up a document. Bending down, she hands the paper and a pen to Wanda, shrugging slightly as she stands.Â
âMy lawyer insisted on a non-disclosure agreement.â
âWhat for?â Wanda asks, glancing down at the paper. Natasha waves a hand at it, picking up her wine glass again.
âIt means you cannot disclose anything about us. Anything, to anyone.â Natasha puts an emphasis on the last word, sending a pointed look her way. Wanda smiles slightly. Too bad, Kate, guess sheâs not getting any insider details after all.
âOkay, Iâll sign.â
âAre you going to read it?â
âNo.â
Natasha frowns, taking a sip of her wine. âYou should always read something before you sign it, Wanda.â
Looking up, Wanda gives her a deadpan look. âNatasha, what you fail to understand is that I would talk to anyone about us, even without this agreement. And yes, including Kate. So, it doesnât matter whether I sign this paper or not. If it means that much to you, or your lawyer, then fine, Iâll sign it.â
âA fair point. Well done, Ms. Maximoff.â Natasha says, looking serious as she takes a longer drink of her wine.Â
Smiling up at her, Wanda signs the dotted line on both copies, her signature lavish as the pen smoothly glides over the paper. She folds her copy, handing the other to Natasha. Placing her copy in her purse, she finishes off her wine. She sounds much braver than she actually feels.Â
âSo, what now?â Wanda asks, biting her lip again.Â
Natasha practically growls, her eyes zeroing in on the action. Wanda loves the burning feeling that rises within her, the way her chest heaves slightly as her breath stutters. God, the effect this woman has on her is absolutely intoxicating.Â
âCome with me,â Natasha says abruptly, holding out her hand and tilting her head expectantly. Her grip is firm as she gently pulls Wanda down the hallway. They go up a set of stairs, turning right and walking until they reach a dark brown door. Pulling a key out of her pocket, Natasha turns to Wanda with a serious look on her face.Â
âYou can leave anytime, you know that right? Iâll be fine with whatever decision you make tonight. Your comfort is my top priority.â
Wanda lets out a breath at that, anticipation itching in her veins. âOpen the door, Natasha.â
Unlocking the door, Natasha slowly pushes, the door silently swinging open. Taking a deep breath, Wanda walks in, the scent of cinnamon and the warmth of the older woman right beside her.Â
Holy fuck.
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i have some thoughts about what would happen if bojack and mr peanutbutter got together before the start of the show. @fandomfreakstudios have a wonderful post on this topic and i like their au very much. i just want to speculate on this from a slightly different angle.
i agree with freak's vision in many ways, but thinking about it, i've always found their relationship in such a scenario to be more messy and extremely ambiguous. ambiguous in terms of the fact that they themselves do not know who they are to each other⊠okay i'll try to explain
they meet for the first time at some event: an award ceremony, a party, whatever. then they see each other again, again, again, and in the end bojack reluctantly gets closer to pb - out of boredom, maybe - they drink together, chat about everything, discuss acting and so on. gradually they grow closer, their relationship becomes more trusting and intimate.
and before they knew it, they suddenly started spending nights at each other's places; mr peanutbutter recently divorced katrina, and he doesn't want to feel lonely, so all his attention is now focused on bojack. he became attached like a faithful dog (literally) and it will be almost impossible for him to let this man go, no matter what a jerk he actually is.
and bojack, who completely destroyed his previous relationship with herb, sees this. he doesn't reject pb when he becomes more intrusive for two reasons: firstly, he is afraid to ruin everything again, to lose a loved one, and therefore he tries to play a good friend; secondly, he likes this attention. he craves it. he longs to be wanted, to be admired, to be needed no matter what.
so, yes, their relationship is growing, and so is codependency. bojack tries to be kind, fair, supportive, but when he discovers how difficult it is - and most importantly, when he sees that his efforts don't matter, because pb won't leave him anyway - he stops. and, when there is not only an agent who will get you out of any trouble, but also a close person who is ready to love you no matter what disgusting things you do, and justify your behavior in any way, you stop not only growing, you become much worse than you were already.
nevertheless, he still has bright sides, some kind of concept of morality, and he is literally eaten up by guilt for what he is doing with their relationship. he, from time to time, makes some attempts to fix it - with well-known grand gestures - but it doesn't last long. then he gets tired again, realizes that everything he does is pointless, and turns to alcohol, drugs - everything, just to calm the pain and guilt consuming him from the inside.
mr peanutbutter also tries hard at first. he genuinely believes that if he makes enough effort, their relationship will be as happy and trouble-free as it was in his family, as it was on his native peninsula. he keeps ignoring all the red flags until everything turns into a real disaster. he still doesn't want to leave bojack because a) he is afraid to be alone, b) he is attached to him, he actually likes him very much; c) he feels sorry for boj.
we have seen how mr peanutbutter can behave in a relationship if he is really displeased or upset about something. eventually even his patience comes to an end, and maybe he makes the first attempt to leave, but quickly returns - either on his own initiative, or because of bojack's conviction that he will change. then everything repeats again.
this time, pb stops ignoring the bad attitude and goes on the offensive - he responds to manipulation with manipulation, to neglect with neglect etc. as a result, he becomes little better than his partner. they start quarreling constantly, it exhausts both of them. but that's all they have left when they just can't let each other go.
if we draw analogies, then this is something between bodiane, pb/diane and bojack/pc relationships, but i hope you understand the course of my thoughts.
bojack's career is still a failure, but at the same time pb's one is much less successful than in the original, obviously because of his personal life. well, now he has much more time to, for example, fight with his life partner again and eventually drive off to the other side of the united states together. for some unknown reason. they're sick to death of each other and yet still codependent. well. you know how it is
i could write more, but it seems like i've got a cold and i also want to sleep (whimpering whimpering) and the post already came out kinda long. so yeah. but maybe i'll talk about it later again
oh and i almost forgot
#bojack horseman#bojack#mr peanutbutter#mr. peanutbutter#bobutter#bobutters#haha kinda wanted to call it alpha!bobutter au#you know#alpha couple#tmg#okay#bojack x mr peanutbutter#bjhm#my art#my post#i hate so much that i can't just post a picture and leave#and you'll just read my mind or smth#ehh#Spotify#music#alpha!bobutter au
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sucked into a bagel
Description: A corporate attorney's life is forever changed by a chance encounter with an actress, who happens to be a former classmate. A mismatched bagel order leads to romance.
Pairing: harvey specter/actress!reader (mentioned!carlos sainz)
A/N: writing style is a bit experimental. reader has a screen name because i hate using y/n l/n. suits but in 2024 because i do not want to adjust to the past.
THERESĂ MARQUINA IS BACK â IS SHE OVER THE BREAKUP?
TheresĂš Marquina was in a 3-year relationship with Spanish F1 Racer, Carlos Sainz, before they separated July this year. Their breakup was followed by an announced hiatus by the actress. Now, she's making her way out of the woodworks.
Has she finally moved on?
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New York has always been close to your heart; the uninviting atmosphere, the people that walked past and refused to look back. A hoodie and some sunglasses were the only things needed to remain unknown. "One bagel cream cheese filling, please." You smiled.
This was your favorite bagel place, the cart always found itself standing in front of a corporate building â how wonderful it must be for these employees to eat yummy bagels after a long day of work. "You want any juice with that?" Nathan asks while jotting down your order. "Are you serious?" You scoff and he responds with a chuckle.
"Wait on the side," he says methodically.
You placed your hands in of your pockets, warming your palms against the coldness that surrounded you. After spending the majority of your developmental years in tropical countries, your body has refused to acclimate to the american weather.
Thus, leading to this feeling of coldness.
I hope that Nathan makes my order faster, you thought, not willing to wait another minute outside.
"The regular," a male voice says. You lift your gaze, locking eyes with the man standing in front of you. He has beautiful blonde hair (a weird hairstyle), a manly physique - and he was obviously sharper than the younger chaps standing around you. He was wearing a custom-made suit - silk blend...and he was staring at you.
You looked away.
I hope he didn't recognize me. Of course he wouldn't. I've got to stop being such a narc, you fought with your inner demons.
He was standing beside you at this point. You turned to look at him again, and fuck. He was still staring at you. "Is there something on my face?" Your eyebrows merged together. He shakes his head.
"Y/N L/N." He says your real name.
The way that he uttered your name, the intonation of his voice... "Harvey Specter." You answered with a smile on your face. An old friend â although, you couldn't quite call him a friend. He was someone that you relied on back during your days in Harvard, but then again, you only spent a year in that university. "I can't believe that you already forgot about me," Harvey cracks a smile.
"No, I didn't forget about you. You just look different." Your eyes narrowed. You've never seen him wear this sharp of a suit before. On his first day on campus, he wore this outrageous suit with a skinny tie, and you proceeded to call him 'skinny tie' the entire year. "And you haven't aged a day," he flirts â his charisma untested by time.
"Some things never change, eh." Your smile deepens. "- matter of fact, I thought that you were the one who forgot about me. You didn't return any of my letters, and you didn't accept my myspace request." You confronted him, a bit of your heart wondering why he didn't reach out.
"I've been busy," he informs. "- remember Jessica? I'm working for her now, Junior Partner, Pearson Hardman." He says.
Being a lawyer was the only thing that he wanted in this life. Harvey liked the smell of blood in the water. It made you happy to see him where he wanted to be. "Congratulations. That sounds amazing Harvs!" You placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Bagel for Teresa!" Nathan says your name wrong again. "I'll see you in another day. By the way! This is my phone number, call me." You winked while walking up to the counter to retrieve your order.
He waves goodbye at you, while pocketing the call card.
Harvey holds the warm bagel in his left hand, while playing with the call card on his left.
THERESĂ MARQUINA +XXXXXXXXXX William Morris Entertainment
He remembers the first day that he met you. Both of you were running late for Professor Gerard's class, no doubt, sweating balls; because the professor's name has only been uttered around campus in hushed whispers. He was renowned for not giving A's, and being cruel when it came to his grading system.
He was someone that you couldn't risk offend. He was quite particular about tardiness. You smiled at him, walked hand-in-hand through those intimidating doors - swallowed the sermon beside him, and he found himself having a slight crush on you.
It was rare to see a beautiful, kind, and smart person. God normally grants a person one of those three things, but seldom all. You gave him all of your notes, helped him through torts and explaining all the labor laws in New York. Just when he was about to confess his feelings, you suddenly told him that you were shifting to another school. Juilliard to Major in Fine Arts.
You were moving to New York. He was in Cambridge. It wasn't going to work so he held his tongue. He let you slip away, and after graduation he figured that what he felt for you was nothing but the caprice of his youth. He's all but forgotten about you, until today.
"When are you going to eat that bagel, Harvey?" He hears Donna's voice through the small intercom. "Have long have you been watching me?" He asks a question. He sees Donna roll her eyes through the glass window. "Give her a call. I'm sure she'll pick up." Donna makes another smart guess.
Donna knows everything.
"Do you even know who she is?" Harvey raises an eyebrow. If Donna finds out, then she'll totally freak out. After all, she was the one that told him to watch Pretty Woman.
"Boy loves girl. Girl gives boy her number. What more should I know?" Donna shrugs. "If you say so..." Harvey switches off the intercom.
You slowly unraveled the foil away from your bagel. "Finally," you breathed while taking a long awaited bite. "What the fuck," you groaned realizing that there was no filling inside your bagel. It's basically a bread at this point! Why eat a bagel if it's going to taste like absolute nothing.
"Fuck, maybe Harvey got my order." You placed the bagel down. Slowly, reaching for your phone inside your left pocket. "Damn, I should have asked for his number." You tell yourself.
Suddenly, your phone starts ringing. It was an unknown number.
"Hello, this better be Harvey." You pick up.
He responds with an amused chuckle.
"Nope, I found this number on a bathroom wall." He teased. "Ha ha, very funny." You scoffed. Your eyes suddenly landing on that boring excuse of a bagel with no fillings. "- have you eaten your bagel yet?" You asked. Was it too late for a switch? Yes, I've already taken a bite.
"Nope, I'm about to." He says.
"I think we messed up our orders. I got this boring excuse of a bagel with no fillings." You played with the sesame seeds on top of the bread. "Oh are you insulting my order?" He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, there's no cream cheese or peanut butter or banana in here. Respectfully, this is worst than wheat bread." You groaned.
"I'm sorry that my order is ... vanilla. Not everyone is like you." He jested in return, earning a slight giggle from you.
"Why did you call, by the way?" You inquired.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go and eat dinner with me. We have a lot of catching up to do, only if a few hours is enough to cover all that's happened in ten years?" His eyebrows merged together. He was beginning to sound like Harvey from before - the one that strived to be the best version of himself, before the reality of this world was made evidently clear.
"If it's not enough, we can always schedule a part two." You hummed.
"Where will we meet?" You asked, looking at your empty schedule.
"Send me your address, and I'll send my driver."
"I'll send my driver, okay fancy pants."
You take a deep breath, staring at your reflection through the mirror.
Is it a date?
"Fuck," you cursed while combing through your hair.
Harvey is just a friend. An old friend rediscovered in a world filled of people who wanted to use you for their own benefit. In a fast paced world, it is easy to let go of relationships â to be numb when it comes to abandonment because everyone always moves forward, or back.
You slip on the AlaĂŻa dress that you bought years prior. Harvey didn't specify if the restaurant that you were going to was casual or formal, therefore you chose a dress that was carefully sitting in the middle. If it was a casual affair then you'd slip in a black YSL jacket. If it was formal then you'd put on the earrings that were carefully hiding in your bag's pockets.
You could only hope that the paparazzi wouldn't be snapping pics.
"Thank you for inviting me to dinner." You pressed a kiss to his cheek, inhaling his scent of expensive cologne. "- it's been a tough year," you added while settling on the couch in front of him.
Everyone was dressed to the nines; and it seemed to you that Harvey was permanently attached to his suits. "I've not been updated. I'm sorry." He handed you the special menu while taking sip of wine. "- but I did watch that film of yours. My secretary recommended it." He informed with a smile on his face.
"Which one? Don't tell me it was First Daughter." Your eyebrows merged together. That movie was particularly difficult to film. "No, it as Pretty Woman. I might say, Richard Gere is a fine man." His eyes narrowed and a small laugh escapes your mouth.
You continued talking after that - the waiter delivered your meals. You both had pasta. A dish that you bonded with Harvey in the first year. He has never been blessed with skill in cooking, so you always popped up in his condo (that Jessica paid for) to make meals.
As the laughter died down, you took a deep breath.
"For what it's worth. I made the right choice choosing Juilliard, but gods did I miss our friendship." You confessed. "- it wasn't the same. I did make some friends but we were all in over our head trying to impress the next producer, the next director, the next casting agent. It was physically exhausting that I began to miss the mental exhaustion of studying law." You chuckled, taking a bite of your pasta.
"You never did tell me the reason why you left - or why you chose to be an actress instead of being a lawyer." Harvey says.
"I told you that it was my dream to become a lawyer, but along the lines I realized that it wasn't really what I wanted. I was just doing what my parents were telling me to do." You paused.
"How did you tell your father that?" He chuckles, aware of your father's strict demeanor. "I told him that it didn't matter if I was going to live in a smaller house, with a smaller car, and a simpler life. I wanted to do something that made me happy. It didn't matter if I had to scrape my knees trying to make it movie to movie. I just wanted to be able to film." You continued.
"- thanks to my parents support, I'm fucking famous." You added.
Harvey's eyes drift to the figure behind you.
You turned to look, and it was a man with his phone out. Recording. "Oh, it happens." Your face suddenly turns stoic. Aware that someone was watching - and that you needed to act appropriately. "I can't believe this shit is legal in our country," Harvey rolls his eyes.
"Sometimes, I just want to go and break their phones." You whispered.
"Destruction of Property." Harvey smirks. "- I'd like to add assault to that list." He says, standing up and walking towards the man.
"I've done that before, actually." You smile.
"Wanna do it again?" He offered.
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Donna places the stack of files on Harvey's desk loudly. He raises an eyebrow, noticing her annoyed demeanor. "I found out through social media. I can't believe that you didn't tell me!" Donna raises her voice. It was the first time in a very long time that Donna lost her cool.
"You didn't ask," Harvey shrugs, signing a few contracts.
"TheresĂš Marquina is literally every woman's favorite actress. Pretty Woman, First Daughter, Noting Hill! She's literally who I want to be when I grow up." Donna paced back and forth.
How was it possible that this flew under her radar? She was Donna for god's sake. She knows everything. "I didn't think that it was that serious." Harvey pretended to be unbothered. "How did you even manage to date her?" Donna suddenly asks.
Harvey's face relaxes, then tenses up.
"I'm not dating her." Harvey groaned. "Why the hell are you not?" Donna looked behooved. "- because we are just friends, Donna." Harvey cleared up, while placing some of the files inside the drawers.
"Wait a minute," Donna takes a deep breath. Everything was starting to make sense. "She's the girl from Harvard." She accuses. Harvey frowns. "How the hell do you know about that?" He queries.
"When we were still working in the DA. I got you drunk - and you couldn't stop talking about this girl who left you in Harvard. You kept rambling on and on about how you were in love with her." Donna remembers. Of course, she remembers everything.
"Donna, get the hell out of my office." Harvey groans.
"I'm not telling you to go out there and tell her that you love her, or loved her. I just want to say that yesterday, while you were talking to her - I saw the real Harvey." She informs, walking out of his office before he can say another thing about her getting out.
PART TWO TO BE POSTED.
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Tim Walz and his wife donât own a single stock. Their only investment is in their state pensions. He supports safer gun legislation. He supports meaningful housing reform (namely policies that make building housing - the only thing that will solve this crisis - easier). He supported queer youth in an era where support was even more difficult to come by than it is now, and he still does. He has a pittbull lab mix named Scout. He regularly asks his daughter whatâs important to her and what her peers are saying on Tik Tok. He supports abortion access. He was a geographer and a teacher and only entered politics because he got so mad that one of his class field trips to a political rally was cut short by a republican staffer who denied them entry because of a studentâs John Kerry pin.
He was also developed in a lab specifically for the purpose of appealing to as many white Americans as possible. He grew up on a farm in Nebraska in a community of ~400 people. He joined the Army National Guard at 17. He coached football, taking a losing team to the state championships. He hunts. He goes to the state fair every year. He uses diet mountain dew as a sobriety aid.
This was a smart pick from Harris. Itâs clear from their interactions at the rally that heâs there to support her rather than hog the spotlight, as I worried Shapiro would have done. Theyâre able to put forward this âhappy warriorâ campaign together because they have good chemistry and are young enough not to be falling asleep on the job. Theyâre both corny as hell. They might pull this off.
No ticket is ever going to be perfect. I have always been left of the ticket and I suspect I may always be, but this is a real step in the right direction, and thereâs so much more energy in this campaign. Iâm feeling so much more hopeful than I was a couple months ago.
Make sure youâre registered to vote (voting rolls have been purged in places all over the country. I myself had to re-register recently, and will be checking regularly). Make sure you know whatâs happening downballot in your district, because those races and initiatives are vitally important, too. Support local politicians doing excellent work.
For instance, these may be the people responsible for making new bike lanes, transit options, and housing developments possible. Where I live one of these (young, awesome) politicians was recently run out of office by insane nimby whiners sending death threats to his family. I wonder if heâd been able to stick it out if more people were paying attention and vocally supporting him. National-stage MAGA politicians are not the only people fighting to make our lives harder, so itâs worth figuring out whoâs fighting against the wine-and-property class hoarding all the quality of life in your town. Find out whoâs fighting to shut down your library and whoâs telling that person âover my dead body.â Then go to the polls armed with that knowledge.
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jeon jungkook fics that had me going feral
hi guys, here's a part 2 to my favorite jjk fics on tumblr! note that many of these fics contain 18+ content. you are responsible for the content you consume! as always, if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, please take a moment to send some love to the authors! part 1 | other bts members
âș cold nights & blurred lines - by @awrkive
summary: jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and itâs casual for the most part. but as time passes, you canât help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a clichĂ© to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.
âș night crawlers - by @alphabetboyluvr
summary: jungkookâs always been good at running. track, field, red lights, shit outta luck. drugs, now, too. but he doesnât expect to run into you. in your shared lecture halls, sure. maybe. but not down the back alleys of daerim at ass oâclock in the morning. there are only three types of women he ever sees in daerim: hookers, sugar-babies and addicts. you aren't any of those; you're a trust-fund baby who can get percocet on private repeat prescription, if you really want it. he's sure of it. so it then further begs the question: why the fuck are you here?
âș this is how you fall in love - by @jeonqkooks
summary: after years of drinking and clubbing most days of the week and leaving every gig with a different girl on his arm, jungkook feels what itâs like to want someone with his entire being.
âș the dilf installments - by @mercurygguk
summary: this series follows jungkookâs life as a divorced father. but wait, how exactly does one balance being a father, a boyfriend, a friend, and a respectable boss at the same time? read the installments below to find out!
âș ultimatum - by @parkmuse
summary: your pervy, idiotic boyfriend just so happens to also be your friendly neighborhood Spider-man (in bed).
âș a hero's journey - by @hansolmates
summary: jungkook and jisoo are the mightiest power couple. however, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. you realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story
âș tempest - by @kooktrash
summary: youâve always considered your life to be more mundane than you would like to admit. it was a constant cycle of the same things over and over again that when you meet jeon jungkook at a bar, of all places, you didnât expect to see just how much he would change your life and those around you. heâs got an air of mystery around him with his charming good looks and a violent past that you slowly begun to unravel when it feels like everything is going perfect.
âș by its cover - by @gimmesumsuga
summary: the one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression.
âș slow dancing - by @yoonia
summary: when your countdown appeared on your wrist right in the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesnât seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale.
âș e s p r e s s o - by @joonberriess
âș hold me closer - by @ahundredtimesover
summary: when you're asked to look after your parents' house and meet them before they go on vacation, you, Jimin, and Jungkook take the trip to your hometown of Busan and relive memories of your youth. While your new relationship has you feeling like a lovesick teenager with all the affection that Jungkook shows you, you're still you - a professional trying to make it in the corporate world, and an eldest child trying not to disappoint her parents. And that turns out to be your undoing, as a little blunder causes a rift between you and Jungkook, resulting in a trip that you might as well have messed up⊠Not if your brother can help it, though.
#bts fic rec#fic recs#bts fic#bts fanfic#bts x reader#bts x oc#bts angst#bts smut#jungkook angst#jungkook smut#taehyung angst#taehyung smut#jimin angst#jimin smut#yoongi angst#yoongi smut#bts fan fiction#fic rec list#namjoon angst#namjoon smut#hoseok angst#hoseok smut#seokjin angst#seokjin smut#bts masterlist#jungkook x reader#taehyung x reader#seokjin x reader#hoseok x reader#namjoon x reader
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watermelon sugar (m) | sim jaeyun.
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preview. heâs the sweetest to you, one might confuse him for your boyfriend, but heâs not, he just your fuckboy of a roommate who treats you like a delicate candy, always looking out for you and never at you; or so you think.
or where, jake can't seem to get you off his mind no matter how hard he tries.
meet the cast. simp sim jaeyun(jake) with his obsession fem!reader
genre. and they were roommates trope, fuckboy soft for his girl trope, SMUT MDNI!!!, lots of toothrooting fluff, tiny speck of angst but not proper angst, drunk confessions?, only one who can control him/her trope, happy happy ending, crack/humor, domestic scenes(newly added) college fuckboy athelete roommate!jake with his candy!roommate girl. computer science & programming major!reader, exercise physiology major!jake, nonidol!au, soccer player!jake.
word count. 13,488 unedited! it's word vomit.
warnings. fingering, dry humping, dirty talkkk lots and lots of it, nasty freak jake with innocent(seems to be) girlie, experienced x inexperienced(virgin but has idea), pussy slapping, somewhat drunk sex but there's consent consent, oral (m rec.) different scenes, p in v (unprotected! but pls pls pls do not do this ever use protection!!!!!) multiple orgasms (f.rec), overstimuation(f.rec) and somewhat (m.rec), spitting? slight nipple play, jake is rough and filthy, with heavyyyyy corruption kink it's all throughout the story, strength kink, size difference âi worship the ground you walk onâ energy but still dominant jake, jake has soooo many dirty inner thoughts about you it's innumerable. he's a simp for you so you're a slut for himâ i guess that's them?
theme song. animals by maroon 5 (jake pov), into you by ariana grande (yn pov)
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` author notes. im sorry for making you guys wait three extra weeks I hope y'all still want to read this,, what do i say it was so horrible before the revamp, thankfully it's so much better now and the smut god, it was so hard to write it i hope it's good enough. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE HIGHLY ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED!!
âi donât mind this feeling.â
YOU DONT KNOW WHAT TO CALL IT, WHATEVER IS HAPPENING BETWEEN YOU BOTH, BUT YOU LIKE IT. IT FEELS SILLY AND FRAGILE AND GOOD. perhaps a little too good.
god forbid what you had done in your past life to get a roommate like jake, a complete package; a concoction of all classic kinds of roommate one could possibly expect. you arenât complaining though he takes care of you in every way he possibly could. making you feel like his entire world revolves around you, from his time home to the hours he spends on the field. one would ask anything of him and his answer would surely include you in one way or another, everyone knew it, everyone could see it, the way he feels.
he makes you breakfast, he helps with the cleaning- you both actually have it planned to have a cleaning day every week to polish the apartment. he cooks for you and he does the dishes more often than not, the only exception being the time when you insist deathly on doing it yourself because come on you gotta do at least some thing around the house.
to add to the perfect mixture of god gifted man, he video games in his room with the door shut so that the sound of him shouting at the screen doesnât disturb you. does the laundry- even your bras and underwear, heâs just too used to those clothings to give a care to get embarrassed (outwardly). he would never admit the way they get him all hot and bothered when he thinks of all the places those fabrics have touched. how wild his imagination runs and all the things he wishes he could do to you. all the sounds he could get, out of you and all the things you'd taste of.
you are his candy (well not exactly âhisâ but according to him this nickname of yours is only and I repeat only reserved for him) literally because you are all over sweets all the damn time and figureratively because heâd die to have a taste of you; the forbidden fruit of his life, too innocent for a person like him to ruin. but lord would he give up everything to land a chance to lay his hands on you not so innocently.
this man does not give a fuck about who is not you, and maybe occasionally spare a care for his two best friends who so far have only been blessed enough to know your name because jake has made it clear that you're off-limits and if they ever dare to do anything given the opportunity he'd rip off their balls and feed it to ducks (he's serious he swears)
getting to the real point of your dynamic: the only drawbackâ jake sim is a renowned fuckboy on campus, the heartbreak prince and you, his miss americana as they all like to call it. it is a daily routine, having to find a new girl in the house and ofttimes hearing them even with your door closed and your hands pressed on your ears. at first it felt disgusting, then you got used to it, and now very recently youâve been feeling weirdly dejected. a certain kind of hatred towards the girls, something you canât pin point exactly to why and what it is.
âcandy, my laptop broke down again!â jake's raspy voice dances through the little cracks of the bathroom door as you prepare for a quick shower. you sigh, tightening the towel wrapped around you before stepping out. a short knock at his batman poster door left ajar, and he's whipping his head to have a look at you as if he knew you'd be in the middle of washing up. a little secret, yes he knew because everytime ahead of bathtime you make sure to have a sip of your watermelon slush stack from the fridge and the sound of it's door reaches his room just right to let him know.
he remains seated on his bed, a sheepish smile on his face. your eyes fall at his desk to see his laptop closed, he tricked you, and like always you fell for it,âmaybe if you used your school laptop to study instead of playing games on it, this wouldn't happen all the time. but i assume you probably did it to get me here, itâs not gonna work everytime yun,â you click your tongue in feigned annoyance making him grin wider,âwell it does work everytime though,â he knows how to have you on his tail just like you know how to have him wrapped around your finger. it only seems fair, you both know what gets the other going and you use it to your advantage.
âwhat is it?â asking in a sing song tone, you plop down on his desk chair. spinning in rounds with your legs out swinging, hands gripping onto the arms of the chair while looking up at the phosphorescent glow-in-the-dark stickers you had forcefully put up on the ceiling of his room. a funny memory of jake trying to stop you because it would defeat the whole image of his room only to fold when you gave him the puppy doe eyes, baby talking that you really wanted to do it. it doesn't take much to have jake cave in, just one look from you and the boy is a flatline. fuckboy? he is that to everyone but to you he's practically whatever you want him to be, though you have never really had a talk about it.
âactually eunsang, she-â there is a hesitation is his tone you are well aware of, having almost a clear idea of what he's about to say,âi told- no warned you not to get involved with her for a second time, didnât i?â you scold, feeling that little twinge of hurt knowing he probably will keep on being involved with girls like this no matter what you say. it's the one thing where you don't have him under your spell. or that's you think, i mean you you have no idea do you of how much he wants you. just like how you have no idea how much you want him.
âyes but it happened and now sheâs after me all the time, she even showed up to my soccer practice yesterday! please just this one time, please help me get rid of her,â clamping together his hands in a plea, jake pouts as best as he can, giving you his puppy eyes. but when you donât show a reaction of any sort he resorts to the next best guaranteed thing: bribery,âiâll buy you tons of watermelon lollipops! from your favorite brand that too!â eyes sparkling with hope and expections of having you fall for it, like you do every single time, he waits. albeit patterns break, in everything and everyone.
âno, iâm on a diet. i gave up on sweets, what if i get diabetes? will you,â you point at him dramatically,âtake responsibility?â to which his stance morphs into one of stunned. he would gladly take responsibility for you at any given chance, but it's one of more gravity and significance than diabetes. and he's sure he's not one you should be in care of as more than anything that you are right now. he's too corrupted and you are too naive.
âyes of course iâll help you take your meds and-â he mumbles in a quick, hurried note aware that youâll not let him answer if heâs not fast enough. you still beat him to it though, speaking loud over and above his voice, to drown out his words despite hearing them quite clearly,âwill you? NO you will not! so let me just shower peacefully before i get the urge to lock you in the bathroom when youâre in there later,â with a silence after, one that has jake grinning again at your cuteness, you take it as a que to rush out swiftly. trying to make it to the bathroom before he decides to use his strength against you and hold you down wherever he wants. which though hasn't been often, has always left you breathless and flustered to a point you refuse to admit.
training to become an athlete, a buff center forward in comparison to you who barely puts effort into doing even a little bit of yoga once a month. itâs obvious heâll have you give in if he wants but heâs too sweet to force you. and of course it's obvious, the tension of the strength kink that looms over in the room.
it comes as a shock to you when the next day, the first thing you see waking up in the morning and walking into the living room: is eunsang standing by the kitchen counter. and important point: clad in one of jakeâs dress shirts that you recognize from doing his laundry occasionally, pouring herself a glass of water. oh you had to see this coming, this is jake we're talking about will be really ever like ever not bring over girls? no matter if they're clingy or not. the answer is ambiguous and definitely not to your favor.
sheâs shares a small smile upon noticing you, a friendly smile which you know is obviously fake. sheâs doing it just to look good and polite in jakeâs eyes. just to show that she's not bothered by you, because as said everyone knows if they don't like you then they automatically are on jake sim's blacklist. and being the star player of the team, his acquaintance is more or less influential to a large extent, so note to be taken be nice to candy to not be on the cross out list.
however as sad as it is to say itâs of no use. sheâs not even there in his eyes to begin with. the moment the jake comes out of his room, his field of vision doesnât include her. passing by her very visible figure like sheâs a microscopic bug to ruffle your hair in a dotting manner, his morning voice coming out in an adoring essence,âgood morning, candy,â he smiles and scrunches up his nose when he notices the baby cat you both adopted last month, curled up in the corner of the couch,âand mei,â he acknowledges your pet kitty but not the girl he brought home, that should speak volumes to you, jake thinks. treating you like candy of his world you are, shouldn't that be the ultimate giveaway of his feelings? like even his hookups can see how down bad he is for you why is it that you're the only one who can't? he wants you to know but at the same time he feels he's not right for you, a dilemma he handles by fucking up over and over again.
wishing him morning in response you give him a look which silently delivers your question of what is going on. you did hear them last night (more like her), but you didnât know it was her her. you werenât even expecting her to be the one. after the conversation with jake yesterday, she was the last person you would have ever assumed. he sends you a flying look that heâll explain everything later, shushing you off before you speak out loud.
âyunie,â your ears perk up at her voice, eyes narrowing in a deadly stare at the nickname you exclusively call him with, leaving her crusty mouth. certainly, like jake you blossom a definite possession over names too. perhaps it's the effect of living with him 24/7 but you seem to have picked up a lot of his antics.
jakeâs eyes shift to look at you for a moment and then heâs running a hand through his hair, dropping his sweet conduct to get back into his usual cold fuckboy self. he absolutely does not like the way your brows turn down and the pretty smile you were previously adorning for him falling off your pretty lips. he can tolerate anything but seeing you bothered in any way. âyouâre still here? it's better if you leave soon, candy doesnât like all this,â walking around her to the other side of the counter and into the kitchen to open the upper cabinets, jake ignores her like a plague as if he wasn't showing her heaven last night. but alas, nothing comes above you, she should have known that.
âwhat do you want for breakfast candy? should i make you some toast? or do you want your usual dose of sugar?â his palms rest on the granite countertop, leaning against it slightly while turning to fix his gaze on you. it makes eunsang rage with anger, throwing you a demeaning look before she disappears into jake's room.
the moment his bedroom door closes, you feel the unfamiliar weight on your shoulders relax a tad bit,âmy watermelon slush please,â finding your cozy spot on the kitchen counter, you give him your most adorable pout feeling like you had to gain back his warmth after the hookup. your legs dangle over the height between, toes softly brushing against jake's calves every two seconds. watching him prepare your drink, you decide to voice out the thing that had been disturbing since the moment you walked out your room,âdid you like make a friends with benefit kind of arrangement or something?â it comes out in a low whisper, afraid if you said it too loud it'd come true. the thought of it disturbs you for some reason, itâs not new for you to see random girls in your apartment; or to hear them while theyâre at it. yet it still gives you a sort of uneasy feeling, something you do not like feeling.
âit was a last time kind of deal actually,â he stops briefly to give you a quilty smile. finishing your sweet slushy just as eunsang hastily steps out, wearing what you assume her clothes from the previous night. she slows down to observe as jake hands you the cup, repulsively watching you take a sip,âis it good?â hearing him speak in a tone way different than the one sheâs acquainted with him using with her has stomp her way out in a grumpy fit.
looking up from the edge of your cup with hopes to give her a sly stare, your eyes follow her figure, flinching silently when she bangs the door close harshly,âbitch,â you comment, hooded orbs shifting back to jake who scowls in disapproval,âlanguage candy,â he reminds, knowing very well it does nothing to stop you.
âsorry yunie but she's so agressive, and for what?â you whine.
âfrom what iâve seen, youâre way more aggressive,â jake laughs softly, index finger coming to poke at your cheek tenderly.
with full cheeks, you grin like a cheshire cat and jake feels his heart rate speeding up, who gave you the permission to be the cutest person he's ever known? the urge to kiss you just keeps growing with each passing day and with with each little sneaky smile and doe eyes you give him.
âwe need to get the groceries this week, i have after classes soccer practice for the next four days and we're not gonna last that long,â the thought of spending the next four evenings alone in the unit is gloomier than the half assed ham and cheese toast jake makes for himself. if only you said yes to some proper breakfast, his taste buds and stomach wouldn't be suffering so much.
you nod as if he has eyes on his back, knowing well he's gonna want you with him but not force you, if you'd say no. whatever you want, is whatever he does.
ââm gonna go take a shower first then,â hopping down, you place your empty mug in the sink, and skip to your room to take your bath supplies.
âletâs shower together,â jake's friskiness thrives in the way he shouts with an undertone of mischief. watching you with a teasing gaze as you step out the threshold of your bedroom door. a tiny smirk spreading onto his lips when you scrunch your nose in a grimace. cute, he mouths thinking you wouldn't notice but god you do. he's clearly joking but you canât help feeling flustered internally. keeping up with his flirty and touchy stunts and tricks should have made it easier for you by now, but over a year in and you're yet to find yourself getting used to it. heâs too attractive and hot to get used to; at least thatâs what excuse your brain gives you, which honestly is true to some extent. his looks score a lot of points and you can't deny that.
âand if we get locked in there, whoâs gonna get us out? you know the door lock has problems,â you complain in a soft groan which, in his eyes is more adorable with the little annoyance you show. if you think you could ever intimidate him, you probably will because he'll melt right away to even think of a counter back.
his stance straightens at that, a fleeting look of flabbergast clouding his face before heâs breaking out in a taunt of smile, eyes closing in on you in a brazen look,âso does that mean if the lock was fine youâd actually shower together with me,â he feels this triumph of emotions, a sudden rush of sugar at the realization that'd probably maybe perhaps someday let him get in the shower together with you. the sheer excitement he experiences through his veins is over the roof, just the possibility of something so intimate with you is a bite of golden spoon for him.
he purposely stops all heâs doing to stare at you, moving his eyebrows cheekily, trying to provoke you,âi never said that,â you stick your tongue out at him, closing the door in a soft slam and crying out a âyouâre sick in the head!â
âonly for you!â jake yells back, chuckling to himself as he leaves the room.
two hours later youâre both strolling through the isles of shelving, bright florescent lighting, end displays of popular products, sale signs, banners with store mottoes, isle signs with product locations, rows and rows of household products and everything you'd always spend lots of time looking through until jake has to drag you back home.
he pushes the cart while you look around for items to throw in and cross out one by one from your checklist. the way you both discuss and bicker over what to keep in the cart and what not to every two minutes will lead any sane person to conclude you as a couple. you both would also admit it feels as such. how he insists on taking what you like while you argue that youâre on a diet and need to cut down on the consumption and desires of your sweet tooth. it feels sweet, he feels sweet. and you make him want to coddle you so bad, like what do you mean you're on a diet? you're perfect already. too perfect for him.
âiâm taking the pop tarts!â you hear him shout from two or probably three Isles away while you look through some new make up launches,ââŠokay fine!â capturing the attention of an old couple who glance at your way and mutter something you donât quite catch but you assume itâs probably about how annoying you both are, shouting at the mart.
âyunie look these are so pretty,â you point at the line of lipgloss as jake comes over with cart. he hums in agreement, watching you scan through the shades in an animated mood, mumbling over the names and speaking of how it'd look good for an everyday look or with summer dress you recently got. oh how smitten he feels, observing the way you seem so pumped up simply over gloss.
âthere's no mirrorâ â
âtry it on me,â oh he's bewitched under your spell.
jake stands still as you apply the mauve on him, staring at you through hooded eyes,âoh, this oneâs really pretty on you!â you beam, looking up at him as if he could see it too.
âit'd look prettier on you,â he's hardly able to whisper out, gaze trained on the way you part your lips while you wipe it off his and apply another. if he didn't have a strong self control, by now he would have shoved his tongue down your throat in the dirtiest and messiest kiss you'd ever known. knocking your breath out, as well as his. he's already on the verge of losing it with every little touch you leave on his lips, wetting your own as a habit.
âwhich one should i take?â you ask something cutely, jake almost feels guilty for the thoughts swimming in his head.
âiâll buy all of it for you, we can do something like a chapstick challenge you know. the one where you kiss and guess the flavor,â he teases loving the tiny exasperated glare you throw him. âyunn, be serious! which one?â
âthese two?â he points to ones you commented were pretty feeling impatient at the conjured up image of you wearing the colors on with you tiny, sexy little sundresses you got hidden in your closet. please feel guilty man he thinks.
in the end jake (successfully) convinces you to continue your diet later over the summer break offering to help you with it. and grabs a bunch of packets of your favorite snacks, your favorite brandâs watermelon lollipops and not to forget the fruit itself. checking all out he insists on carrying everything himself, only handing you the little bag that held your lollies in case you'd want one on the way back.
the subway is more crowded than usual, scarcely any seat left. it takes you a whole minute to scan around for an empty one, immediately encouraging jake to take it. a silly game of rock paper scissors to decide who stands, insisting firmly that he sit when you end up winning. the grocery bags rest by his foot and you stand between his legs, holding onto the bar wobbling every now and then. itâs just one stop left when jake suddenly pulls you onto his lap, adjusting you comfortably on his thighs and placing his hands on your legs possessively. you turn to look at him, lashes brushing against his skin and lips parting in the slightest at the adrenaline you feel pumping into your fast beating heart. the muscles in his chest feel firm at the faint touch of your back against him, the thumping of his own heart similar to that of yours.
he leans closer to whisper in your ear,âthat creep right there kept staring you up and down,â pointing with a discreet move of his eyes as he drills holes through his stern gaze fixed on the said guy. you on the other hand, grow hot with irritation, perhaps just as hot and bothered you are feeling jake pressed so close. an abrupt and sharp impulse of anger.
âiâll show him the fuck he was staring at," you mutter out, teeth gritted, and hands almost forming into fists, expression as innocent as always. jake seems to catch on to what youâre about to do and before you can get up from lap, his hold on you gets tighter,"okay, i know you hate this candy, but i donât want you getting hurt in any way, if he does anything iâll make sure to set him right, for now i think he got it that heâs not gonna stare at you however he wants,â hand grabing yours in gentle caresses along the expanse of your arm. delicate and slow like a soothing rub. his touch just as enticing and stimulating it is, is also calming, knowing exactly how to pacify your hot headedness. jake finds that really hot about you, the way you look like you couldn't harm a bug but he's seen you throw kicks and punches (for the right reasons) âlooks like a cinnamon roll, could kill youâ he never knew that's his type. sometimes and really only some rare times he wonders if you're not as innocent as he thinks you are, getting rock hard at the thought of it, dick twitching multiple times imagining you saying and doing things that an angel like you shouldn't be.
for the rest of the ride he manages to lull you back to your sweet candy mode, making you laugh at his lame pick up lines, and occasionally tickling your sides. head falling back into his shoulder in cute giggles and hips rolling on him, damn only he knows how bad he's holding back. as shameless as he is he'd probably jump your bones right infront of everyone to see. thankfully you bring the decency in your relationship.
when your stop comes, he intertwines his fingers you as you walk out the compartment, just in case you decide to give the dude a slap before leaving.
â'm gonna flatten out all your abs today, you'll need to gym again,â jake chuckles, feeling you roll over his body like meiâs lint roller as he lays on your favorite fluffy kuromi rug typing away on his laptop an essay deadlined for tomorrow. the weight of your body on and off and the touch of your hot skin he feels funsies,âyou do this all the time, candy and my abs have never left. how can i let them? knowing how much you love it,â reaching behind to hold you still on his back. you are glad he can't see the way your cheeks warm up at that, a bashful look on your face remembering all the times he's caught you ogling at his body.
âwhy are you sulking?â he asks when you don't respond with a whine like you usually do. aware that you behave this way either when youâre over the top bathing in happiness or dissatisfied with something.
ââm gonna gain weight now because of you, iâll see all the snacks and sweets in the pantry and not be able to resist binge eating,â you lightly punch at the curve of his shoulders, dropping your head into the crook of his neck in a pout. jake turns around swiftly to hold you in a hug, wanting nothing more than to cheer you up,âi love your belly anyhow, whether itâs visible or not,â giving the plump flesh of your stomach a zephyr-like pinch. you wince playfully drawing back inches to tease him only to drop down into his arms to hug him back seconds later,âyeah whatever,â his words make you feel butterflies, a turmoil of frenzy and fuzzy feelings, cheeks growing warm once again, and the warmth spreading all over your mind this time. why does he have to be so sweet to you?
you both stay like that for a while breathing slowly, and taking in the comfort of a hug, the room saturated with a restful and serene silence. youâre the first to pull away,âyou should finish that essay, i have to prepare for my test next week,â jake groans at the loss of your touch, wailing out with his hands as you leave the room.
âiâm joining you as soon as i finish this!â
four days later on the weekend, you sit on the couch alone, wrapped in the thin lilac charmeuse blanket jake got for you (he said it the softness of it, reminded him of you.) waiting for your him to join you. eight in the morning with âtangledâ running on the tv, it's not something jake would ever want to do, but he gives in because you like it; bonus sometimes when you get a little sleepy, he grabs the chance to cuddle you as close as he can, leaving a few fluttering kisses on your temple and cheeks. he's grateful you never say anything about it and just let him be.
âyunie, can you pass me the watermelon in the fridge? the one from yesterday,â you spare a quick glance towards jake as he walks out his room. his headset rests loosely around his neck, half naked, wearing only a pair of sweatpants and his black hair all dishevelled: looking even more messier due to the perm he got last week. âyeah sure,â the rasp in his voice as he mumbles out softly gives away the fact that he probably stayed up all night again.
taking the half a piece of watermelon out and grabbing a spoon, jake scoops out a small little portion. going up to your slouched figure on the couch, and extending it out for you to eat,âhere you go, candy,â he does it quite often, infact he loves to feed you. seeing your cheeks full and your eyes sparkling makes him feel fond as much as it turns him on. picturing you the same way on your knees between his legs with his dick stuffed in your mouth. choking and gagging on him, tears dropping down your pretty eyes while you stare up at him with this same doe look. it'd be heaven. even more so if he would have to teach you how to do it right, further fueling the massive corruption kink he seems to have harboured after meeting you.
he passes you melon after you take the bite, sitting beside you with his legs crossed. eyes trained on the way you fill in more in your mouth than you can handle, face all round and full,âeat slowly,â he flicks at your forehead.
âdo you want to go buy a new sofa at ikea tomorrow? this oneâs pretty small,â he adds a minute later, raising his brows subtly.
âwell, first of all i didnât plan to have a roommate and secon- i swear if itâs for your hook-ups iâm kicking you out!â it comes out in a yell, voice raising with every syllable before you spit a seed at him. one that due to your bad aiming skills instead of landing on his face, falls and sticks to the skin of his chest. damn those muscles they get you feelings things you probably shouldn't be.
putting away the watermelon on your tea table, you pick up mei and settle her on your lap, pulling back your blanket which had slipped off in a crackle of laughter,âthis is public space have some decency before you have such thoughts!â
âstop making me appear like a horndog!â he laughs along, whinning at your false accusations in giggles and a look of faux disbelief.
âwell that is exactly what you are!â you throw the closest cushion at his face. grinning with your signature cutesy doe eyes and jake is a goner. he always is.
âno don't do this me,â
âchange the sheets then, it's your turn this week,â turning away from him, you fix your eyes on rapunzel climbing down the tower. trying to avoid the way he stares at you with betrayal, immediately scooting over to tickle you.
âyou cheeky liar it's your turn,â his hands glossing over your ticklish areas.
âi love you,â in a fit of uncontrolled giggles, you shout. pushing against him to escape only to have your wrists pulled away, held together in a tight grasp and pinned above your head. âcandy! i love you is not gonna get you out of chores come on i'll help you. we'll watch tangled later. together, i promise,â his laughter dies down with every word he utters, whispering out the last part as he becomes aware of the proximity between you two. so close you both think, breaths slowing down and heartbeats picking up the pace with each passing second.
âwe're doing this okay?â jake whispers again, albeit, his tone a tad bit more heavy and bothered. an ambiguous daze clouding over, as if he is talking about something entirely different than just changing sheets. a twinge of lust bubbling inside. having you under him like this makes him realize just how desperately he wants you, and how bad his strength kink blooms for you. to have you whimpering and moaning, gaze all hazy as you let him do whatever he wants with you. damn he feels his dick twitch at that, gulping nervously hoping you wouldn't notice.
âyou look like eugene,â you mumble out suddenly and jake feels his thirst rise off the roof, because the size difference between the characters? he wouldn't deny he thought of you the first time he saw the animation. wanting you have you in his arms the same way.
âthen you must be my rapunzel,â you feel even more flustered if that's possible, your stomach twisting and twirling at his words until,ânow come on we gotta keep the house clean for mother gothel,â jake let's his grip on you loosen, taking a moment to get off you.
âyunie!â
âi'll make you some sweet soy-glazed potatoes too later,â he voice drowns out as he enters you bedroom first.
âwell i guess it's okay then,â you giggle following after him.
âcandy that's not how you tuck in the corners,â jake scolds you for nth time, running after you to fix the edges you mess up deliberately time and again. âhey! candy! get down!â you make it a chaos for him, jumping onto the unmade bed and messing up the sheets all the way.
âoops,â there's a devilish grin on your face as jake pauses to watch you have your sugar rush episode.
âif you wanna wrestle again and end up under me, just say so,â he teases, inching closer and grabbing you by the waist. you both laugh again as if you weren't dripping with need for each other just moments ago. he picks you up and walks to the door putting you down by the sill,âi seriously need to get this done, you go and peel the potatoes for me,â you can't cook for the sake of god and letting you use knives is like a deathwish, jake can only hope peeling will keep you busy and safe enough to not end up with cuts anywhere.
the doorbell rings just as you step into the kitchen, walking back to the front in a sluggish sigh. feeling utter regret for answering the door, the instant you notice the figure outside. not wanting to reveal the presence to jake, you shut the door behind.
he peeps out your room at the sound of it, shrugging it off as nothing because youâve done it lot many times: when your friends show up because you simply donât want them to fall under his radar as prey.
you spare an indifferent glance at the way eunsang stands tall; hands folded with a cocky look on her rather gorgeous face. she's a beauty and you hate to admit that, a vibe so opposite of you it makes you insecure considering jake's hooked up with her more than a few times. âiâm here to see jake,â she states, tilting her head to point over at the closed door, all the sugary honeyed act she keeps up around him nowhere to be seen.
âand he doesnât want to see you, didnât he tell you it was the last time,â you counterattack, folding your arms and straightening up to look intimidating. your stare is one of taunt, carrying a gaze of boredom in hopes to establish that you're one to reckon with.
âare you jake? i said i want to talk to jake not you,â her heels click in impatience and underlying disgust in the tone she uses with you gets on your nerves.
you close your eyes for a moment trying to calm the annoyance in you before it turns into anger, tongue poking at the side of your cheek, âand are you deaf? i said he does not want to talk to you,â assert dominance, assert dominance you repeat over and over in your head.
but what she says next makes you lose your temper.
jake, the very epicenter of it all, on the other hand has no idea of what's going on outside until there's a scream that sounds too much like you, one turning into many more. it's frantic and inhumane, the speed at which he runs out. dropping everything and anything. there in broad daylight he finds you and eunsang trying to rip each other's hair out in the thankfully empty hallway. he doesn't know if he should be worried more about your scalp hurting or your throat tearing from how loudly you scream over eunsang. his hands flail as he contemplates on breaking the fight or letting you calm down, which you probably won't as he knows. he grabs onto eunsang's hands on your head trying to loosen her grip on your hair, concerned over the pain you must be feeling while you're there now trying to kick her between her legs. she's shocked to say the least, watching him latch you off her in a swift motion and throw you over his shoulder. he takes you back inside quickly, groaning at your fists pounding against his back in a protest,âfucking let go of me! iâm gonna give her a good piece of my mind!â
âcandy language!â putting you down by the kitchen softly, he grasps the side of your arms and forces you to look into his eyes,âstop fighting all the time, stay here iâll talk to her, okay?â he speaks slowly as an attempt to calm you. when you wiggle off in a scornful shrug, he asks again, this time moving to cup your face, a tender look in his eyes,âokay?â you nod in a defeated sigh and he's out the door before you can say anything else. you're upset, really upset, you know what you did outside was not decent yet you can't get over the fact that he left you in here to go back to talk to her. he was on your tail last week trying to beg you to help him get rid of her and even shooed her out the unit harshly, what more is there to talk about?
truth to be told, this was how he first met you, or should he say saw you. it was the move in day, he had all the necessities for the week packed in a travel suitcase, with the other stuff to be brought in later on. he was waiting for the elevator in the lobby, more tense and anxious than ever to meet the girl he was going to be living with a good four years of his college life. hoping she'd not treat him like some stranger, or be someone impossible to get close to hash live with. along with little bits of curiosity and hopes again, that she'd be a pretty and sweet girl maybe someone help could form some kind of benefits with.
however never in a million years did he ever expect it to be the cute yet fierce girl in the elevator. to say he was flabbergasted would be an understatement, he was literally blown off his feet, scared or impressed, his confusion was massive. when the doors of the elevator had opened he had found you slapping a middle aged man,âfun? you think groping my butt âs fun, you sicko,â kicking him in the balls next. hard. jake had gulped at that, hard. heart on a pause. the look of feigned innocence on your face as you did all that. damn jake swears it was that moment he fell. maybe not romantically but you definitely got his dick hard.
you looked super cute, and you knew how to fight, jake thought he hit the jackpot when you turned out to be his roommate. pretty you were, definitely, and sweet wasn't even a question; you were sweet to him and you are a lot of sweet. the only thing that remains a mystery till now is if you'd taste as sweet. jake hopes he can find that out.
he returns a few minutes later, lips pursed in a small smile as he shuts the front door. it grows even wider when his eyes find you,âso your soy glazed potatoes,â he chuckles walking over to the kitchen and getting other things out.
âshe called me a slut for living with a guy like you and i was in the midst of giving her a lecture on actually how good of a person you are-â you bang on the counter with a thud and turn around to face him,âand you dragged me in!â whinning in a pout that looked as upset as your furrowed brows.
jake glances over in amusement, halting to give you another grin as he boops your nose gently,âmy darling candy, iâm only good to you,â the glare you throw his way only makes him snicker with adoration. the little flicker of bashfulness you feel making you break out in a smile which (thankfully, for you) jake doesn't notice.
âwhatever, iâm gonna take a long shower. do not disturb me!â you leave in a rush afraid if you stay too long he'd see it all on your face.
ten minutes later, as you tiptoe to get your favorite shower gel from the shelf above the mirror, luck decides to remind you why you shouldn't ever stay away from jake sim. feet slipping on the wet floor, body colliding against the cold tiles in a thud loud enough to have jake come running.
âcandy, you're okay? what happened? should i open the door? âm coming in,â his voice is laced with worry, snapping open the door to find you laying flat down, though to his relief not unconscious. he picks you carefully, bringing you to your room and seating you on the edge of the bed to check for any injuries. hands delicately caressing all over and asking if it hurts any where,âyou're so clumsy, always getting me worried like shit,â
âlanguage,â you giggle, trying to make him laugh and it works.
âsorry, just please be careful, okay?â his fingers brush back your hair as you give him a small nod,âdo you feel pain anywhere?â another nod, and this one ticks his alarms.
âwhere!â your fingers reach out to press against the brooding crease between his brows, attempting to remove the frown from his face. and jake melts at that, feeling his heart flutter at your cuteness, god he loves this side of you so much.
âyou little demon, look what happens if you don't shower with me,â laughing out together, oh how he wishes it were like this forever. and jake sim has never thought of a forever ever before.
a month passes by in the blink of an eye, your routines and relationship staying the same as always, classes, his soccer practice and your weekly cleaning day. but what seems to have changed is his routine of bringing over girls, the number alarmingly cutting down day by day (which currently sits at zero) and what you havenât noticed- his display of affection towards you growing more and more. yet you think nothing special of it, assuming that perhaps now he got a grip over himself. which is partially true. jake thought of you as deserving someone better, so it was only right that he became better. and what better way than to start with quitting the position of campusâ resident fuckboy.
after an all nighter the previous day, coming back from your classes you get straight to bed. changing you clothes and getting tucked under the blanket from around eight in the evening. jake returns from his soccer practice later, unaware of the fact that you're already passed out. opening your door to let you know of his night out plans,âcandy, iâm gonna go out with jay and sunghoon! make sure to have your dinne- oh you were sleeping? i didnât know iâm so sorry candy,â he mumbles out in a soft whisper towards the end, supressing a smile watching your sleepy figure under the covers. trying to rub out the drowsiness from your eyes; heavy blinking and a small pout, his cute girl.
âitâs okay no need to get up, go back to sleep, iâll be back in the morning,â approaching the bed as you lay back down, he pats your head in a 'sleep wellâ before leaving.
it's probably past midnight when you wake up to constant ringing of calls. fumbling around for your phone in a daze only to find a dozen calls from an unknown number and a bunch of texts from the same. it's jay, asking you to get jake from the bar they're at. saying the guy's refusing to go back with anyone that's not you: whining for your presence and making it hard for his two friends.
'where is my candy?â jay and sunghoon are sick and tired of hearing it all night.
by the time you get him back to the apartment, it's three and your bones hurt from the weight of his body leaning all over you. it doesn't help that all he does is giggle and throw himself over you. there's been a lot of times you have seen him drunk, probably more than a dozen, but he's never looked as wasted as today. sunghoon told you it's because he drank way more than usual, and unbeknownst to you that you are the sole reason, you wonder of the things that plague his mind to the extent of drinking so much.
dragging him into his room you have him sit on his bed, going through his closet and getting him a pair of sweatpants and the first shirt you can grab. âcome on yunie, get changed,â you hand him the clothes, turning away when he takes everything off nonchalantly. even though he likely would rather want you to look, from the many times he's said it before âwhyâre you looking away, candy it's all for you,â his exact words. the bane of your existence.
after he's changed, you wipe the sweat off his body with a wet towel as much as you can. giving him a glass of water before leaving for your room when he grabs your wrist and stops you with his puppy eyes.
in the morning, around noon jake is the first one to wake up and having no memory of the previous night besides the fact that he was drunk. he sits at his desk chair, hands in his hair, watching you sleep on the other side of his bed, clad in his shirt. itâs like he feels everything is over and done from here. he did what he swore never to do, this was the very first thing he pinned on his mind as an important note: not using you even if he has very obvious feelings for you. he tugs on his hair in frustration, angry at himself for not staying in his lane when drunk. with his head hung in guilt, he doesn't notice you stirring awake, sitting up at the sight of his hunched figure.
âyun? are you okay? is the hangover severe? should i make you something for it?â startled at your soft voice, he flinches visibly. a thousand scenarios running through his mind and not one ends up good.
âyou donât even know any hangover recipes,â jake mumbles almost inaudibly.
âi can just search on the internet and try my best, itâs not like iâll give you anything inedible,â you teaee, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere you feel in the air.
it takes him a moment to speak again, sounding as miserable as he has never before,âcandy iâm,â he halts, gulping to hold back the lump in his throat,âiâm sorry, i really didnât mean to, i donât why i, it's all my fault,â he stops again, leaving you confused and dumbfounded,âwhat are you saying? what apology?â it is when his eyes shift to stare at what youâre clad in, staying there for a hard minute when you get a rough idea of what he could be thinking of. your cheeks grow hot at the realization, shaking your head when unholy images pop up in your subconscious.
but the butterflies fly away just as fast as they came as his words dawn uppn you. even if it didnât happen the fact that he wouldnât mean it, want it, regret it has something in you twisting in pain, are you so bad? or that he actually really thinks of you as his little sister? that you read his affections wrong, assumed his feelings differently? your heart breaks more than a little at that.
âwhy? is it because iâm not like the others you have been with? because iâm not like eunsang? or because iâm not her? the one you were smiling so hard after talking to? are you dating he-â
âthatâs the problem! youâre not like her! youâre not like anyone i've known before! youâre special and iâm afraid iâll lose you, things will change and just iâll have to get over you without even getting a chance,â it's the first time he's ever raised his voice at you, and the first time ever he's sounded so desperate, weak and dejected. so vulnerable.
the split moment of sadness dissipates with every word that sinks in. the revelation of a(n after)drunk confession. the fact that you're a different kind of special to him, that he would want a chance to be with you, that he's afraid to lose you. you supres the urge to laugh when it all settles into your understanding. having a better grasp over the bigger picture. your steps are slow and calculated as you walk over to him, sitting across his lap and cupping his cheeks in a fleeting breath of courage. his eyes almost bulge out when you brush your lips lightly against his, mumbling softly,ânothing happened, but if you still want i can give you a chance, itâs going to be hard though tolerating me, think wisely,â you giggle and jake malfunctions for an instant before grabbing you in a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
âof course, of course i do want it, iâve always wanted it,â chanting out in a trance.
âyour lips tasted like watermelon,â he mutters out some time after, eyes locking with yours in an intense pull. still in a daze that out of all the bad things that could've happened it was none. literally none plus you perhaps wanting him just as much as he wants you.
âi had some in the morning before you woke up, anyhow yours taste like alcohol and your breath is horrible, go and freshen up,â you push at his shoulder, getting off him to leave the room to cook something. probably (as you said) a recipe searched up on the web, hopefully edible enough for a hungover person.
when he comes out later, all showered and back to the jake you know: the one who likes his hair slightly messy and almost never in a shirt. âwhy were- are you wearing my shirt then?â
âyou practically begged me to last night while sobbing for i donât know what reason,â he's a bit flustered at that, but hey, it's what got him here, you gotta do what you gotta do.
âcandy, you wanna go out tonight? jay and sunghoon wanted to hang out but i don't wanna leave you so i said iâd bring you along,â jake asks, knocking at your door.
it takes you a little over a minute to open up but jake's does not mind it at all for obvious reasons, his jaw comically falling to the floor when you walk out in your tiny little blue sundress and the shade of lipgloss he was dying to see you in. you're unreal.
âyes! i heard you on call earlier,â
âoh my god candy, gimme a princess twirl,â the amount of desire he feels for you right now is unfathomable. biting his lips at the sight of your lace panties underneath that faintly flash him in the mini twirl you do. can you get any hotter?
âjust fifteen minutes and i'll be ready,â he got ten minutes to do something about the boner he just popped, and it's more than enough to have him rub one out with what he just saw. maybe add a little hint of imagination and wondering what you'd sound like if he were to touch you down there. especially given the fact that the likelihood of it happening were through the roof now. you almost kissed last week, anything could happen at this point. and jake's dick gets impossibly sensitive at the odds of it.
at the restaurant, jay and sunghoon sit in an awkward silence, watching you both be all over each other. when they agreed for jake to bring his girl along, they didn't expect it to be so bad.
âum jake talks a lot about you,â sunghoon says trying to start a conversation that he knows probably wouldn't go anywhere.
âhe does? that's so sweet,â you smile, giggling over something jake whispers in your ear, his hand palming over the plush of your exposed thighs,âwhat do you wanna eat?â sunghoon nerves feel boiled at the way jake completely skips over his attempt to talk to you. while jay sips at wine, agonizingly slow knowing this is how it's gonna be from now on. their friend is a changed man.
âi have this picture of jake from middle school, you'd love to see it i promise,â a little tipsy, sunghoon's persistence to put himself in the equation albeit admirable, annoys the fuck out of jake, scowling at the other well of aware of the so called picture he wants to share.
âjay man, take care of him. candy and i are going home,â jake gives them a tight lipped smile, holding your rather drunk self (it's just wine you had said)
âsee you later ca- y/n,â at first jay leans in for a friendly hug butâ nevermind. the way jake stares at him is scarily weird.
jake makes sure to have you sit on the couch before he leaves to get you water but you're sprawled out on the floor when he comes back. mumbling something about how cool the tiles feel against your skin,âcome on you should drink some water,â jake pulls you up on your ass, sitting cross legged on the floor beside you. his hand softly holds the back of your head as he brings the glass to your mouth.
âalright say, what did you wanna say?â
âi wanna kiss you,â if jake thinks the pout on your lips is the cutest thing ever then the words you say must have to be the hottest thing ever. how can a simple word like kiss make his heart flutter so bad? and it's not even lust at this point.
he fulfils your wish without a thought, leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. sucking on your bottom lip a second long before he pulls away and boops your nose. no tongue and no other intentions. the after taste of your gloss lingering in his mouth.
âlet me tell you a secret,â you whisper out, moving over to his lap, knees on the floor each side.
âi knew you stole my kuromi panties,â he's shocked you know about it, he made sure to be extra careful with it, though his nasty ass was internally hoping you'd catch him.
âmhm, i do have it with me but it's not really wearable now,â he did not see this becoming something sexual but the moment you brought up the panties, you might as well have brought up his dick. man practically re-lived every single time he used it to jerk off, all those orgasms coming to life at once.
âyou need to punished!â you whine,
âwhat do you wanna do?â and jake feels his dick get harder at that.
âcan we kiss again?â oh my god, you make him feel so fuzzy and horny at the same time, it's unbelievable. in the guide of jake sim: to make him horny is relatively easy, to get him all fuzzy is once in a lifetime and to get him both at the same time is impossible. yet you do it so effortlessly.
jake answers you with his lips against yours again, relishing in the feeling of them on his own. all those times he wondered of how it'd feel like to kiss you seemed so lame now that he actually did. no imagination could ever come close to way he feels right now. his hand comes up to cup the side of your neck, his grip firm as he pulls away for a moment,âi wanna love you so much and take you on cute little dates and buy you all the food you want and fuck you so hard you only remember my name,âhe mumbles against your lips in a bit whisper, letting you take a breath before he dives right back in. this time he lets his tongue slide in, rubbing against your own for a short while only to pull back and go for another trying to keep your lips pressed together for as long as he could. finally pulling away when he feels you push against him a little too roughly, a crawl of shudders all over his skin at the roll of your hips against his bulge.
âwanâ you to fuck me too,â you whine, this time desperately.
âfuck candy, you're drunk we shouldn't be doing this,â he reminds, failing miserably to hold himself back. his hands keep twitching to just grab your hips and grind you down on his dick until you're both cumming together.
âiâm not, i swear. i just drank a little because i couldn't have done this all sober,â even through the layers of clothes, jake can feel your neediness dropping with the way you roll your hips harder against him. speeding up when you think he's pushing you away, but he's just grabbing you closer by the waist. he can't deny how wanted he feels right now, feeling like he'd explode any second. the fuck were you so horny for him?
âare you sure this is okay?â he asks again. no matter how bad he's dying to fuck you, he'll never do it if you don't to.
ââs okay, please yunie,â you feel his hands slide along your thighs and in between your legs. fingers faintly brushing over the wet patch on your panties in a sharp inhale. he grazes two fingers against your clit, testing the waters. rubbing harder when he feels your breathing pick up it's pace, switching to spank your clit impossibly fast having lost control at the sound of your wanton whimpers.
âdonât move and take it baby,â jake growls, pushing you flush against his chest, making your back arch more and more into him. tits bouncing right up in his face as he bends down to nibble as the exposed skin between them.
he stops for a moment only to push your panties to the side and touch you raw. rubbing rougher and so intense, your legs feel number from pleasure,âhas anyone touched you like before?â his jaw clenches hard, eyes dark with want as they remain fixated at the sight of his hands on your pussy. fuck he finally knows what touching you feels like.
ânghâ no, fuck!â and it boosts jake's ego through the roof, he doesn't think he's ever felt as horny as he feels right now. the thought of being the first to touch you in your princess parts, the first you have seen you putty like this, the first to be the one to get you like this. fuck, fuck, fuck! he feels so turned on it's literally inhumane. precum oozing out his tip with every twitch of his dick.
âmm, gonna put my fingers in you,â you feel one of jake's fingers press into you, sliding inside easily with how dripping wet you are. the pornographic moan you let out when he slowly slips in another and curves up has his dick twitch so damn hard he thinks he just came untouched. you sound so cute yet so fucking hot, his mind is in a spiral of everything he wants to do to have you moan like that again and again until you're so drunk on pleasure, you only want him all the time.
âshit you're so tight and warm, can't imagine how good you'd feel around my cock,â his eyes keenly hooked on the way you raise your hips to meet the thrusts halfway,ây-yun, âs feels too g-good ah,â
âfuck you're so hot and so perfect for me,â his words travel straight to your core having you clench tight around his fingers and all of a sudden you find your oragasm hitting you as violently as jake continues to run you through it, fast and painfully pleasurable. enamoured and obsessed with the way your doe eyes struggle to stay open, mouth parting in a loud whine, back arching and hips shooting up. god you're a piece of art and jake doesn't think he's ever gonna want anyone other than you.
he immediately stands up with you in his arms, walking over to the kitchen counter and placing you gently on the cold marble. his fingers run through your hair in a soft caress, tucking in the messy strands behind your ears,âyou sure you want this? we can stop here if you want. just say the word and iâll stop,â
âwanâ yun to be my first,â you whimper wearily, jake feels his heart skip a couple of beats. your first, he wants to be your last too and you to be his last.
âgonna make you cum so much harder on my cock,â he places his hands on your thighs in a tight grip and forces them apart fervently. he so damn wants to eat you out but he also wants to feel you cum around his cock, it's a hard choice to make but his cock feels so angry and heavy slick from all the precum he shot out each time you whimpered or moaned or whined, if he'd wait to get his dick wet he'd probably actually come untouched from your sounds and reactions alone. and only god knows(jay too oops) how bad jake sim wants the first time he cums with you to be deep inside you. so much so that he might develop a kink of getting you knocked up (nope you're too young for that!)
he takes his pants off in a snap, practically ripping his boxers along with it, grabbing his rock hard dick, throbbing and red at the tip and trusting into his fist a couple of times. breathing heavy at the way you watch him with your lips between your teeth. he wonders how good it'd feel to watch you touch yourself while he does the same, cumming together with your eyes locked. but he probably doesn't have that kind of self control to just watch you touch yourself, when he can do it himself?
he taps his tip against your clit for a hot minute sliding it along your folds in a strained groan. you're so embarrassing wet, it's like jake could shove himself inside immediately and your you'd hardly feel pain for a while. however, holding back his desires, he pushes into you slowly, holding your body close and stroking your back soothingly,âlet me know when i can move,â a tender kiss at your forehead, trying to make sure you know you have the say it in.
jake groans as you give him the go seconds later,âmhmmm candyâ â baby,â moaning soft and lustful as he pulls out till the tip and thrusts all the way in. your insides feel so warm and gummy, walls clenching around him crazy tight. he thinks he'll lose his mind and end up cumming embarrassingly fast like a teen getting pussy for the first time. the way he feels the pleasure throb in his veins so intense all over his body, it's almost numbing.
your hands loop around his neck, fingers scratching at his back as he pounds into you rough, his pace hard and fast pushing all his body weight against you.
âdon't think i can ever get enough of you,â
the sight of the thin straps of your dress slipped to the sides, tits almost spilling out of the front gets jake going, fueling him to grab at you anywhere and everywhere his hands can possibly go,âtell me im dreaming fuckkkâ i've wanted you for so long, can't count the number of times i've jerked off to the thought of having you like this, so pretty and dumb under me,â all those evenings when you roamed around the unit in the shortest shorts and the smallest crops, driving him mad shit insane, having to sneak off into the bathroom multiple times. fisting his cock hard, groaning and biting back his moans as he got off to the thought of you, while you sat all unaware and innocent on the other side of the wall.
he stops abruptly, pulling out in a frenzy and turning you around on your heels and pushing you by the back of your neck to lay against the cool granite. one hand going down to grab at your thigh and hook it up on the counter, drooling at the way your pussy glistens from the angle. he shoves his dick back in without a warning, feeling your ass collide against him harsh yet fervid.
you both pant in rasps when his cock hits a sensitive spot inside you. he shifts to angle himself just right to repeatedly brush against that spot and you mewl out loud at that, so loud your neighbours probably know what you're up to.
âfuck i can't stand not seeing your cute face,â jake bends over to grab you by your throat, pulling you up and flush against him, head resting back at his shoulders as he forces to look at him, fingers gripping your jaw softly,âeyes on me, okay baby?â grunting from deep within his chest, a wild grin on his face as he watches you get lost in ecstasy,âiâll get you addicted to my cock,â just like how addicted he already is with your pussy and everything about you.
his other hand reaches up to tug the front of your dress down, groping up one of your tits, a silk touch to see your reaction. loving the way it's so obvious how sensitive you are there. mouth parting open with you in sensuous gasps as he twists your nipple harshly, rubbing the tip with his thumb. your walls clench a little too hard and your back arches off as you push your hips back into him, the tell tale signs of you getting close,âmy baby's gonna cum for me?â
holding your jaw to have your eyes trained on him, he unexpectedly inserts his thumb in your mouth pressing against your wet tongue, your red swollen lips too tempting to resist,âfuck yes, show me how pretty you cum,â you mumble out a series of incoherent words in hazy chant.
the hand on your breast slips down to your lower abdomen pressing rashly against his bulge, feeling faint movement of his cock deep inside you. fuck you're so small and delicate. his hold on you tightening as his calloused fingers find your neglected bud, rolling it in quick, tight circles. it's so painful yet you feel so good, tears wailing down your cheeks as your orgasm crashes hard, overwhelming and violent, thighs trembling and pussy clenching uncontrollably. jake's continues to rub your clit, helping you ride out your high. eyes fluttering shut, and swallowing thickly at the sensation of you creaking over his sensitive length, cock throbbing impossibly hard.
jake refuses to stop even after you have come down,âone more candy, i know you can do one more for me,â hips hammering into you at full force, and lips finding yours in ragged breaths. and it dawns on you what exactly you have gotten yourself into when you feel the two of his fingers protruding at your entrance, trying to push in beside his cock,âif you try to close your legs i'm gonna punish you,â he warns making you whine into his mouth.
in a flash he turns your body to face his, quickly shoving his cock and fingers back into you. his other hand spanking the skin of your ass and kneading it a soft caress after. he eyes hypnotized at the view of you taking him in, a white ring of your cum adorning the base of his cock. he spits at your clit, once again toying with the engorged bud, pinching and flicking,ââgonna make you cum until you pass out, fuck i really wanna do thatâ ââ your hand darts out to grip at jake's wrist, feeling too overwhelmed with hypersensitivity. wanting to shy away but the pleasureâs so good you can't bring yourself to push him away.
âbut it's your first time,â jake mumbles between hoarse grunts.
before you can even realize it yourself your third orgasm courses through you vehemently. body jerking and twitching, almost falling over if not for jake's hold. jets of cum gushing out as you moan loud.
feeling you spill down his cock, all warm and tight, his brutal rhythm falters,âfuck- âm gonna cum,â eyes locking with yours as he thrusts once, twice and then stills, burying himself deep, streams of cum shooting out. hot spurt after spurt, swollen cock twitching against your walls. goosebumps all over, his legs quiver from how hard he came.
he stays quiet and motionless for a while, his arms wrapped around your shaking body. breathing in the scent of your shampoo, trying to calm his pounding heart and cock.
âyou good candy? iâm sorry, i think i went a little rough on you,â you nuzzle into him in quiet,âits okayâ as he strokes your head, leaving fluttering kisses over your face. picking you up by the thighs he brings you to your bed, laying you down and gently pulling out. groaning at the way all your mixed cum oozes out, pretty little hole clenching around nothing.
exhausted, you let your mind drift, feeling the drowsiness kick in while jake bends between your legs with a wet towel. whining wearily, when his lips wrap around your nub in a suck, the wet sensation of his tongue against your clit like a shot of electricity,âsorry, baby just had to do that once,â he knew he didn't just call you candy for nothing and he was right. grining sheepishly as he wipes the rest of the cum off, cleaning you all up.
âyou're nasty,â you manage to whisper out.
âonly for you,â the touch of his body is hot and comforting, arms around your waist cuddling closely(and half naked).
âlet's shower together in the morning, wanna eat you out so-â
âjake!â
âwhat? it's the truth!â
the following around four in the afternoon before jake has to leave for his soccer practice, you approach him on the couch, as always re-watching an episode of vincenzo. you haven't talked much about labels, but it's known to everyone that you're sorta together. more like jake is taken by you. his friends weren't too surprised to know about you both, it was obvious jake had the hots for you and from the little hangout at the restaurant they figured it all worked out for him.
âincoming, pocky!â you sit beside him with a banana flavored pocky stick between your teeth, leaning in teasingly.
âoh you want me so bad,â he plays along inch closer and biting it off in a snap, lips barely brushing against yours.
pulling you onto his lap with your back pressed into his chest, he locks you in place, chuckling at the way you attempt to escape. his fingers twirling the ends of your hair as you surrender in seconds, switching to watching the show absent-mindedly,âmy parents wanted to meet you,â he drops the bomb, tracing random letters on your skin to distract of the fact that he just mention a meeting with parents.
âas my roommate, actually,â quickly adding the important point, fingers poking at your cheeks like jello.
âso suddenly though?â you think back on all the things you have ever done to him, for them to want to see you. perhaps they think of you as a snobby girl whoâs indulging their sonâs already unpleasant habits.
âtheyâve actually been wanting to meet you for the past three months, i was putting it off but now summer break is starting next week and i have no more excuses to give,â hugging you, he rests his head on the curve of your neck, breathing in the smell of watermelon that surrounds you after you had basically devoured a whole at lunch. âif you donât want to then you donât have to, iâll talk to them,â he assures, not wanting you to feel obligated to agree, or force yourself despite being uncomfortable.
âno itâs okay, we can go meet them. how long will the drive be?â fumbling with his red knuckles, your mind wanders off to when he fingered you, growing hot and embarrassed all of a sudden. hardly listening in on his answers.
when jake leaves for his soccer practice, you find time to complete the trivial chores around the house. watering the plants with a pout, missing jake more than ever. you have completely different majors and you are not in any clubs either to stay after classes. the only time you spend together being the one at the apartment which is also cut down by his frequent practice sessions, sometimes in the morning during weekends and normally most evenings on weekdays. it makes you ponder on whether you should try out for any club, after all these years doing something else besides studying. but you have no idea what you should consider, having no knowledge on which clubs you could be eligible to join.
it takes you two whole weeks and a bunch of outfit checks to find yourself on your way to meet jake's parents. feeling almost weird and exhilarating at how his parents and his older brother welcome you. treating you so well even though they recognize you as nothing more than just his college apartment roommate who helps fix his laptop and tolerates the boy knowing the kind of womanizer he is. appearing more as a meeting with in-laws when you jake and you are not even official yet, more so they have no idea of what's going between you two.
they try their best to make you feel at home. during the lunch as jake had told them beforehand, his mother had a few sweet dishes prepared for you, coddling you just as jake does back at your unit. they talk to you about casual things including your likes and dislikes, what major you are in, whether jake treats you well, if you have any complaints regarding his behavior. it doesnât feel as awkward as you as thought it would and you didn't have to put on any act as you prepared yourself to do.
in the beginning of your roommate journey, his accent, his voice was the first thing to attract you but slowly as you explored his personality you came to like him for more than just what attracted you to him. now you as you spend time with people closest to him, you understand where he got it all from. the sweet person he is, which you never expected a fuckboy to be, you didnât even have an ounce of hope that heâll acknowledge your presence in the apartment when you got to know about his playing around conduct. yet he turned out to be the sweetest boy youâve ever come around in your life ( and the nastiest perhaps, )
when you are sitting alone with his brother, while jake is away downstairs to bring you something sugary to eat, his brother takes it as a chance to share his thoughts,âyou know until i heard him call you candy a while ago, i was under the impression that 'candyâ,â he quotes it specially with a movement of his fingers,âis supposedly a cheerleader fling of his after i saw the contact name showing up when he got a call the last time he was here,â giving you a sly look as he catches sight of jake approaching,âturns out itâs you, i never knew he is the type to give such sweet, unique petnames,â
before you leave in the evening, jake makes sure to let them know that youâre toegther, and that heâs not playing around this time. heâs willing to give effort into it and change his usual ways of living, to be better for himself and as well as for you.
on your way there you had thought of a lot things, had a lot of assumptions and expectations. even prepared yourself to hear things thatâll stick to you not so positively. but what stays in your mind now is completely unexpected and opposite of what you had internally composed yourself for. itâs all you can think of in the car and after youâre back in the comfort of your familiar apartment.
cheerleader, not a bad ideaâ
âoh my god candy, you're gonna be the death of me!â jake pulls you away, dragging you to the back of the bleachers, his cock already rock hard and throbbing with need.
âdon't you like it? i thought cheerleaders dressed like this,â you pout at him, fiddling with the ends of the literally shortest skirt of your closet.
âi love it baby, but you can't just show up to practice like that, how am i gonna be able to concentrate when all i can think of you is fucking you,â he groans scanning over your figure again and again, it's like you brought out a hidden desire he didn't even know he had. he'd win every game for you if you were to cheer by the stands like this, the adrenaline of getting to ruin your perfect outfit and your perfect makeup after, putting him on a winning streak.
âteach me to suck you off,â jake loses his mind when you get down on your knees, pushing your hair out of the way and looking up at him through your lashes, doe eyes driving him crazy.
âshit baby, i will,â oh he's so going to corrupt you.
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YOU WERE LIKE AN ANGEL TO ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader
Request: my DARLING @avis-writeshq says- iâm a menace but i ADORED the spencer fic u posted đ„č UGH THEYRE SO CUTE YOUR HONOURRRR đčif itâs okay, may i request another fic with the same couple đ perhaps one day reader is not as sweet or chirpy as she usually is, or she gets injured or threatened in the field? much love and lots of kisses xoxo đ«¶
Description: Spencer swore he wanted to hate her. She was too happy, too chirpy, too much for a guy who spent months rotting in prison. But how could he ever hate her when she cried in his chest like that?
Length: 5k (I'm feral for these two)
warnings: post prison reid. Angst. depiction of suicide from the Unsub. gory language used. guns mentioned. mention of $nuff video and other murders. Nothing that hasn't been done on CM already.
authors note: if y'all want to see more with these two just SAY because I am all ears I would die on this ship
There were a lot of times in his time at the BAU that Spencer had wished he could have changed the outcome of their bad guy, surprisingly enough. There was the time they found their UnSub a few minutes too late, and one of the victims fathers decided to take him out then and there with a shotgun to the head. He was just a kid. There was the entire time he was with Tobias Hankel, and he lived in a state of both fear and sympathy for the boy trapped in his own body after years of abuse. There was Nathan Harris, the kid who had stopped him at the subway station and practically begged him for help to stop his urges to murder, only to slit his own wrists before Spencer could get to him because he thought he was tainted.Â
He could see how it was easy in their job to get wrapped up in saving the day, in saving everyone they could. He just had hoped, on some stupid grace of a god he didnât even believe in, that she would have at least remained untouched by the bad luck.Â
Spencer had always thought, since the first day he had arrived back into the office after his stint in prison, that she seemed to just waltz through life easier than anyone else. He knew the concept of luck was not quantifiable, that it was just a coincidence that good things happened to some people, and bad things happened to others. He always grouped himself in with the latter, because what was his entire life if not one bad hand of cards after another?
Part of him had been seething with vitriol jealousy when he first met her. He hated how the elevator doors seemed to open without hesitation for her, no waiting required. He hated how her hair never seemed to fall out of place, while his required primping and preening to upkeep. He hated how she was always so happy, whether it had been sheâd been given an extra cookie at the bakery for free, or her coffee had just tasted super delicious that morning, or the road works clogging the city had been put on hold the one day she needed to drive into the office. She was one of those people, he had decided, that life just seemed to smile down upon, and she beamed back in that dazzling grin.Â
He felt sick to his stomach for ever wishing it gone, especially when she looked like she might never smile again.Â
They never liked to say that they had easy cases and hard ones, all of their cases were difficult to process. But this one had been a handful above the rest.Â
âUnSub has been killed on site, all units stand down,â Luke said into the radio, and the entire squadron took a sigh of relief, all of them except him.Â
Because he saw that look in her eye, the way everything sparkly about her seemed to have vanished.
They had been following Bobbie Wrids for a week. Five bodies in, five men shot between the eyes execution style, almost six by the time theyâd arrived on the scene.Â
Sheâd gone with Tara around the front of the abandoned building; Penelope tracked their newest victim, Henry Frond, through his phone pinging off the nearest satellite towers, and it had been straight forward from there. Or at least it should have been.Â
Because by the time Spencer and Luke arrived in their own SUV, Penelope had time to access the rest of Henryâs phone, and it was clear to see the victimology behind all six men.Â
They were distributing snuff videos of women, some between themselves, some to other usernames on the darkweb, and Bobbie Wridsâ daughter had been one of them.
Bobbie had become somewhat of a vigilante, but he was a grieving father above all. He was a wounded animal chomping at the bit to soothe the ripping pain of his daughter's murder, the same one those men were getting off to.Â
Tara and her exchanged a glance as Penelope relayed the information over their headsets, her once serious expression falling into something sombre and sorrowful. How could she arrest a man she couldnât help but feel sorry for, one she couldnât help but think wasnât entirely wrong in his actions.Â
âBobbie Wrids,â Taraâs voice was stern, cutting through the silence of the desolate building. Their footsteps were careful as they made their way through the hallway, down to what had once been a rec-room, or perhaps a staff room, where they knew Bobbie had Henry, âThis is the FBI, weâd like to talk,âÂ
They heard nothing, and she looked up to the older woman hesitantly, her finger hovering over the trigger the way Spencer had taught her. Tara took a minute, knowing she was leading the charge here with the girl being so inexperienced, before she nodded to the door knob and the rookie twisted the handle, pushing the peeling wood open gently.Â
Bobbie Wrids stood in the centre of the room, moth eaten couches either side of the damp rug, the ceiling tiles half caved in from wear and tear. Henry Frond was already a pulp in the UnSubâs arms, and yet it was Bobbie that her eyes shot to first, sympathy shooting through every fibre of her being when she saw the distraught look on the fatherâs face.Â
He was grieving. He was grieving his little girlâs death. He was looking for a solution, and this seemed to be his best bet.Â
âBobbie,â Her voice was shaky, her and Tara frozen in the doorway as the man brought the pistol to Henryâs beaten face, cocking it towards his temple before they could even explain themselves. âWeâre going to come in, is that okay? We just want to talk, just let us talk-â
They had only edged closer by three paces between them as she was speaking before his knuckles turned white and he squeezed the gun tighter to Henryâs skin, the barrel contorting the flesh, âDonât come any closer, this pig isnât worth your mercy,â
âWe know,â She said, her and Tara slowly stepping over a fallen ceiling tile, cracking under her boot as she met his desolate gaze for the first time, his head snapping to her. âWe know what he did, Bobbie. What they all did.â
His throat bobbed, his bottom lip quivering and the sight of it, a man so broken, forced a frog into her oesophagus, and she willed herself not to cry.Â
âThey hurt my little girl,â Bobbie choked out, his face turning mauve as the tears began to build behind his eyes, âShe was my girl. She was only eighteen.âÂ
She nodded, his wetted hues seemingly permissive when she stepped closer to where he held Henry hostage.Â
âI know, Iâm so sorry for what happened to her,â She said, her voice croaky, unstable as she wrenched it into something audible, âIâm so sorry,âÂ
âHe doesnât deserve mercy, none of them did,â Bobbie spat, his forearm crushing against Henryâs trachea in a vice-like grip. The man floundered, a wheeze coming from his lungs, not that she felt much sympathy for him.Â
She sprung into action, flicking her gun onto safety and holstering it, Tara doing the same as she lowered her weapon to her side. He profiled as a vigilante; he had no reason to hurt them.Â
âBobbie, listen, I know they didnât deserve to walk free, okay?â She said, taking the smallest step towards where the men stood, âBut she wouldnât want this for you, would she?â
The man flinched, his jaw hard as a rock with how he clenched his teeth together, as if holding back a sob.Â
âCome on, Bobbie. Let him go, we have enough evidence to get him sentenced. We can get you a plea deal, I know a good lawyer,â She begged, because she wasnât beneath it, because she knew he was a good man backed into a corner, âPlease,â
Maybe it was the way her eyes were soft when she looked at him, or the fact two more agents burst into the room from the hallway, Spencerâs eye immediately falling to where she was stood so close to their UnSub, her gun out of hand. Tara stood by, but that wasnât good enough for him. He edged with light footsteps until he was behind her, his gaze cautious, never leaving the gun in Bobbieâs hand.Â
âPlease,â She repeated, and Spencer saw Bobbieâs shoulders drop, every sliver of resolve draining from his body at her gentle tone, a deer approaching a hunter.Â
Henry was thrown to the floor, the man practically dead weight as he gasped, almost retching at the feeling of air sucking back into his chest frantically, and Luke and Tara were quick to wrestle him into cuffs, the woman reading him his Miranda rights.Â
Spencer almost made a grab for her then, because she was still creeping forward towards the man who had a loaded gun still live in his hand. He didnât care for one second that the statistics said Bobbie wouldnât lay a hand on her since she wasnât part of his list. He didnât care that every sign pointed to their UnSub being benevolent towards women, especially younger ones, that she fit his daughterâs description. Spencer didnât care, he wanted her as far away from that gun as possible.Â
His heart lurched into his throat when Bobbie did in fact make a lunge for her, just not the way heâd feared. Because she had grabbed him. Sheâd pulled him into an embrace, a hug, kind and sweet as she always was.Â
Spencer cursed her for being so soft. It was going to get her killed.Â
âAgent,â His voice was terse, worried if you dug a little deeper than the sharp surface, but she didnât listen to him. She held Bobbie tight as the man unravelled on her shoulder, falling into heart breaking sobs and it was then Spencer realised she was crying with him.Â
âItâs going to be okay, youâre okay,â She was shushing him, the killer, reassuring him he was safe, as if the killing thing wasnât still between his fingers that clutched at her back with rough hands.Â
âThey killed my girl, they took her from me, and then they laughed about it,â He wailed, and she nodded, squeezing him even tighter if that was so possible, âNo one would listen, the police didnât listen, I had to do something,â
âI know, I know, Iâm so sorry,â This was wrong. She wasnât supposed to be sympathising with the criminals. But she couldnât help it, she couldnât help the gasping urge to comfort the man who had lost his whole world, âIâm listening. Tell me about her,âÂ
âShe was so beautiful,â Bobbie whimpered, sniffling into her shoulder. Spencer felt his chest twinge at the scene. He hated that she was so soft. âShe never hurt a soul,â
She cried with him, though hers were choked down as much as she could get them, her wet cheeks the only proof she had ever let them slip.Â
âIâm sorry,â She said again, because no matter how many times she repeated those two little words, it would never bring his daughter back, âI can help you,â
He pulled away from her shoulder, and it was only then that Bobbie Wrids even noticed Spencer, his face taut in anxiety as he watched the manâs hands still holding onto her body as if she was the only thing that kept him upright, which Spencer wouldnât be surprised if it were true.Â
He fished the cuffs out of his back pocket, his finger never leaving the trigger as he stared down at their UnSub cautiously. He knew he may be being cruel, knew that ten years ago he would be just as caring as her. But that Spencer was long gone. And what remained was screaming in terror that she was in the line of danger, that she was holding the danger in her bare hands like she didnât see the jeopardy she was putting herself in.Â
Bobbie pulled away to look at her, the creases around his eyes deep chasms, and even with the smattering of grey hair, the stubble, the cold, empty look of someone with nothing left, she thought he might have been a handsome man once. He looked at her with a ghost of a smile, and one of his callused hands came up to tuck her hair behind her ear as if it had been second nature to him for eighteen years.Â
âYouâre a sweet girl,â He murmured, and she blinked at him, her chest easing at the way his wails had subsided into something quiet. She could help him, she swore she would help him. He was a good man beneath it all. âBut no one can help me anymore, sweet girl,â
And with that he lifted the pistol beneath his chin and pulled the trigger.
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She heard someone scream before she realised it was coming from her own throat, but her ears were ringing and she couldnât open her eyes. Her face was wet and hot, and for a second she thought it was tears, but she was beyond crying now. She felt arms pulling her back into a strong chest, and someone was murmuring to her, or perhaps they were speaking normally and the sound of the gunshot had knocked her hearing. Either way, it was like someone had pulled a bag over her head as she brought her shaking hands up to her eyes to wipe.Â
She managed to crack her lids then when the sludge was gone, only to see the room still a blurry mess. She could make out, in the haze of blobs and crimson tint, Bobbieâs body slumped to the floor, a dark puddle seeping into the rug as those long arms tugged her out of the room. She only then looked down to her hands where she had rubbed her face and she caught the same claret plasma coating her fingers, her white shirt, her pants, her arms. It covered her head to toe.Â
It was in her eyes, she realised when she saw the ichor coating her fingertips. It was blocking her vision, turning the world a vivid wine colour, and she thinks she whimpered, or perhaps it was a moan of horror seeing the puddle beneath Bobbieâs body growing larger by the second.Â
âI donât understand,â She said out loud, her head spinning, and she brought her fingertips up to her eyes again, maybe to get the blood out, god there was so much blood on her face, or maybe because she hoped to everything out there that she would clear her sight and find it all a terrible hallucination, the product of one too many nights of sleepless tossing.Â
But when she rubbed her lids again, this time seeing the scene a little better, Bobbie was still dead. She had still been too late.Â
âYouâre in shock, you need to breathe,â A voice instructed her over her shoulder, and it was from the same person who had their hands around her waist, pulling her away from the crime scene, as CSI filed in from behind them.Â
She tried pushing the arms off her, weak because she couldnât feel anything that wasnât the horror in her stomach, and it took her a second before she listened to their words and realised she was holding a breath in her chest, the way a toddler does when theyâre overwhelmed.Â
âI donât-â She gasped, the air rushing through her lungs, so fast it made her cough, âI donât understand, I was going to help him- I donât understand- why?â
âI know, just breathe for me, sweetheart,â Spencer. She only just realised it was Spencer speaking, because he had never called her that and the gentle tone heâd taken was nothing like his usual, civil cadence. He had been dropping a few jokes the past few weeks since sheâd driven him home, had been more touchy feely with correcting her form when she was at the shooting range, had delicately touched the small of her back when they were navigating a crowd together. He was slowly cracking from his statuesque expression that hadnât left his face since heâd gotten out of prison, but the softness with which he held her waist was entirely new.Â
âSpencer, I donât- I donât get it,â She said, her voice bubbling into a sob as she allowed herself to be pulled away with no fight left in her. He took her into the hallway, turning her body from the sight of his hand lifeless on the floor with little to no effort. She was damn near limp in his arms, âSpencer, I donât under-understand, I was going to h-help him, why would h-he do that-â
âShhh, you need to breathe,â He murmured into her hair, trying to lead her out the front of the building and far away from where sheâd just been front row seats to a messy suicide, âCome on, just breathe for me, baby, and then we can talk,â
But she wasnât listening, and he wasnât offended. Spencer knew it was the shock. He knew the symptoms by how her respiratory system had picked up in a matter of seconds and it was like she had gone from zero to a hundred. She let out a long whine, tears collecting the blood on her lash line and her chest seized into action, gulping down air, too short to do anything for her lungs, and her legs began to buckle beneath the two of them.Â
Spencer stopped in the hallway, realising she was in more shock than he must have thought. He knew she was sensitive, hell it was one of his favourite things about her. He knew she felt everything so deeply, burned too easily, like a daisy wilting in a dry heat, or candyfloss melting in his mouth. Spencer knew, as awful as watching death up close was for any agent, it would hit her hardest of all of them.Â
He moved around to her front, his hands migrating from her waist up to her shoulders, brushing over her upper arms soothingly. But her body felt numb, her head felt heavy, and her eyes were glazed over, down a rabbit hole entirely away from him, even when one of his hands cupped her wetted cheek gently.Â
âJust breathe, hey, look at me,â He tried a firmer tone, and she bent to his will too easily. It was a punch in the gut seeing everything shining and pretty leached out of her eyes, as if she had become soulless in a matter of minutes, as if she had lost all hope in the world the second Bobbie pulled that trigger. She looked like hell, blood still fresh on her cheeks, in her hair, smeared around her eye sockets where she had scrubbed so hard to get it off her skin, âYou need to calm down, youâre going to faint if you donât breathe,â
She nodded, or something close to it, her eyes falling down to the floor, and she seemed to wrestle for control over her chest then. But what came after was worse, Spencer thought. Her brows screwed together, her eyes welling up with more of those fat tears, and her lips dropping into a devastated pout, her eyes trailing over the mess on her uniform, on her hands.Â
âSpencer, I donât understand, I tried to help him, I wanted to help him,â She sobbed, sniffling to herself miserably, and he barely even thought about it when he pulled her into his chest, not caring that her skin would dirty his shirt.Â
His hand wound into her hair, stroking her sweetly as she buried her wails into his vest. He used his other arm to pull her close to him, which she seemed to have zero qualms about as she clawed at his back to keep him close, as if she didnât want to face what was going to happen when they left that building.Â
Spencer regretted ever thinking her sunshine was too bright for him.Â
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She hadnât smiled in a whole week. Well, that wasnât entirely true. She had given Penny a very forced smile when she had fussed over the younger woman the first day she got back, had said thankyou with downcast eyes and a fragile grin when the blonde presented her with a framed picture of a puppy to keep on her desk âincase she needed something nice to think about,â
She hadnât looked at it once, because they both knew it wouldnât do anything, no matter how much she pretended for Penelopeâs sake that she would put it to good use.Â
He had taken her out for coffee on him that first day, but by the time they had got to the front of the queue, he had been doing almost all of the talking, which had become rare nowadays since he had come home from Mexico. Usually, it had been her filling the silences, because he knew in her right mind she hated the sound of static nothingness, she found it awkward and unnecessary when she could talk to anyone without thinking about it too hard.Â
They had got to the desk, the barista smiling up at him as he ordered his usual, before he turned to look at her as the woman serving asked her what she would like. But she wasnât listening, she was watching out the window, nothing particularly invigorating beside a bird cleaning its feathers on top of a stop sign.Â
He said her name, putting his hand on her back and her head whipped around, her eyes empty as they looked up at him expectantly, âWhat do you want to drink?âÂ
She blinked, waking herself from a stupor, and looked at the barista with an embarrassed expression, âHot chocolate, please,âÂ
And that was all she really had to say until lunch rolled around, and she excused herself to head home early. Emily smiled at her reassuringly, her eyes wary as she watched their happy-go-lucky rookie head for the elevators with a desolate look in her eyes.Â
Spencer hoped she would come around on her own, or maybe even be brave enough to talk to someone about the thoughts rattling around that head of hers, but she just didnât. She stayed as silent as possible, only ever speaking when spoken to, asking Emily if she could finish off her reports at home, to which the Prentiss woman never protested.Â
But Spencer had had enough. Heâd worried himself sick over her, and where all thoughts of how endearing and lovely and charming she was had sat in his head before, now it was all just ways he could think to make her smile again.Â
It was the following Tuesday by the time he braved action. She had gone home after their midday briefing, apologising to Emily with tired eyes that seemed to be growing more and more heavy by the day, like she hadnât slept a wink in a fortnight. Which Spencer thought was entirely possible.Â
He pulled up to the house Penelope had not so discreetly told him was hers, definitely not because heâd asked, and definitely, definitely not breaching any human resource policies about distributing fellow workers information (meaning Spencer had almost certainly not begged Penelope for the address with those puppy eyes of his he knew could bag him anything).Â
The peonies in the window bays were wilting but her house was something out of a fairytale. He wasnât sure why he was really so surprised. It screamed her, everything about it, from the toadstool post box to the little green, cast iron bench that sat in the garden, the metal forged to look like florets of ivy holding the sitter upright.Â
He rapped the brass knocker, the metal cold under his long fingers. Brushing invisible dirt off his shirt, he hoped she would answer as the present squirmed at his feet.Â
âJust a second,â He hushed, and as if she heard him, the front door swung open to reveal her bare face he hadnât seen since heâd helped her wipe the blood from her skin in the back of the ambulance.Â
She looked at him with furrowed brows, before they quickly shot to the floor, to her cobbled pathway that had clicked under his shoes, and her face washed with a shock.Â
âOh my god, Spencer!â She crouched to her knees, a slobbery lick immediately meeting her cheek as the Spaniel rubbed his wet nose up to her ear, sniffing her unique smell, as if it was a bag of Class Aâs, âI never knew you had a dog,âÂ
âI donât,â He replied, kneeling with her to ruffle the soft fur behind the canineâs ear, âThis is Ace. He retired from the Bomb Unit a month ago and Penelope sent me his handlerâs number. They said heâs the happiest dog in the world,âÂ
 âI would be too if I stopped so many people from blowing up,â She said, but before he could ask what she meant exactly by that, Ace had jumped up and attacked her entire face with kisses as if he too thought that statement was worth silencing.Â
And she laughed. She laughed louder than she had in days, weeks, her eyes crinkling in joy as the little pink tongue stole away her sorrow, tickled away the traces of the blood that had tainted her skin.Â
Spencer smiled, his eyes watching her face scrunch in a squeal, hands eventually coming up to the elderly dogâs jowls to gently push him down.Â
âOh, you are the sweetest guy,â She said, and the words had him tugging at the leash to lick her all over again, âYes you are, youâre the sweetest little guy around, huh?âÂ
She chuckled, scratching down the muttâs neck, and her eyes flicked back up to Spencer, who watched her with more intent than sheâd realised.Â
âPetting and receiving affection from pets causes spikes in serotonin in our brain and reduces anxiety, did you know that?â Spencer said, Ace pushing his muzzle into the palm of her hand to prove a point.Â
Her smile wavered slightly, and she looked at his hazel hues that seemed to see right through her, âLook, Iâm sorry Iâve been so off lately, I just canât sleep at the moment-â
 âDonât apologise,â He cut in, though his tone was kind, and the two of them stood back up to their full height, âWhat happened was horrifying, even some of the longest serving agents I know would struggle seeing that,âÂ
She scoffed, unusually pessimistic coming out of her mouth, âYou wouldnât,â
His head tilted, not quite understanding what she meant, because she hadnât sounded cruel when she said it. Then again, he didnât think she was actually capable of that emotion.Â
She looked at him, a flash of something vulnerable in her eyes, something like that day heâd held her in the hallway; too fast he almost missed it.
âYouâre so brave, Spencer, youâre like invincible. I mean, you survived prison and your mom getting kidnapped and you bounced straight back to work like it was nothing. I canât even watch a murderer die without spiralling out of control,â She huffed, rubbing the bridge of her nose and before he could respond on just how wrong she was, before he could tell her that that was exactly the opposite of what had happened because he had damn near changed every inch of himself in prison to stop himself from breaking, he caught her murmuring and he thought he might just have been punched all over again, âI wish I was like you,â
His jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he stepped towards her, and her head shot to him, worried she may have said the wrong thing by mentioning everything that had happened, everything Pen had specifically said was a touchy subject, and she opened her mouth to apologise.Â
âDo you know how unbelievably glad I am that you are nothing like me?â Spencer said, his voice bordering on furious and her fumbled for a reply, worried she had truly pissed him off.Â
She wouldnât blame him for hating her. Sheâd always worried, until perhaps that day theyâd gotten into her car and sheâd driven him home, that her very essence annoyed him.Â
âIâm sorry-â She started, but he shook his head.
âStop apologising,â He said, his hand reaching up to grab where her fingers tugged together nervously, his hold featherlike, his face softening when he saw her expression, âI donât want you to be anything like me. I like you just how you are,âÂ
She sighed, eyes doe like with emotion as she looked at him, âReally?â
He smiled, a rare and genuine smile as she seemed to glow under his words, âYes, really.â Spencer allowed himself to enjoy the way that the twinkle returned to her expression when he smiled at her with something almost like the old Spencer in him, before he cleared his throat, âWe all like you. Everyone on the team likes how you are,â
She paused, nodding to herself as if knocking herself out of a silly daze, and Ace bounced on his hind legs trying to get her attention again.Â
âYou donât think Iâm too sensitive?â She asked, holding her palm out for the dog to nuzzle at with that wet nose of his.Â
Spencer shook his head, âSensitive is good. It means you feel something. Means you feel the good things deeper too,âÂ
Her smile was blinding, because sheâd never thought of it that way before, and she looked like her old self again. Spencer wasnât stupid enough to think she was never going to think about Bobbie again, he still thought about that first UnSub heâd tried to save. He still thought about Tobias Hankel. He thought about them all.Â
But he was going to make sure she never turned into him. He didnât think heâd ever forgive himself if she did. Heâd protect her sunlight even if it burned him to know he could never have her the way he wanted. Because she was everything good, and he was him.Â
She looked down at Ace, the life returning to her as she stood aside for the two of them to enter her house, âTea?â
Yep. Spencer felt something run hot knowing she would always be out of reach. Didnât stop him from thinking about it, though.Â
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surprise encounter đ€ sylus 秊
pairing: sylus x reader
summary: Youâve been playing love&deepspace ever since the game came out and it became your comfort place now. You like all of the boys, but you have the highest affinity with sylus, who had your heart in a grasp ever since the beginning. Who wouldâve thought that he shares the sentiment? And after your monthly absence from the game, he decides to pay you a little visit and finally confess to all of it (and maybe try to kidnap you in the process too).
tropes: fluff, angst to fluff, fluff to angst to fluff? fluff to angst to fluff to angst to fluff???? idk angst with happy ending!
word count: no idea, it goes on for days sorry
warning!: i apologize for any mistakes, i am not a native speaker of english!! if you see any errors you can write me a dm and i will correct them for sure ⥠and i think it gets better later! i canât write for shi, especially the beginnings, and the second part was fueled by my delulu so it is probably much more fun to read đ€
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You liked days like these: quiet days, lazy ones, when you didnât have any errands to run, meetings to attend, or people to please. You could just stay inside for the whole day, reading your favorite books and playing cozy games, spending your time however you wanted. Today was Saturday and you didnât have to go to work until Monday and you decided that you finally deserved to have some rest after the last couple of weeks of almost working yourself to the bone due to the amount of the assingments you had to complete at work. You often had to stay after hours or work from home to complete everything in time. Your work was not usually that challenging, but there were certain times of the year when everyone at your job had their hands full and when it happened, you were almost completely cut off not only from your social, but also personal life. However, you never complained, because you actually liked what you were doing, and even if the occasional hard times were inevitable, your work brought you so much fun and satisfaction.
And today was a good day! You finally finished everything you had to do, so you could go back to your favourite game. You didnât have time to play recently due to the amount of work, up to the point that you didnât even bother to check in to grab some stamina. Usually, love&deepspace was an important part of your day - you logged in there at least twice a day, completed every task thrown your way and had a blast doing so, but these couple of weeks were so hard for you that you almost forgot about it completely. But even if you were too busy, you thought about the boys from time to time, as well as about the events that you were probably missing out on. You really hoped that if some new events had taken place during that time, that they did not involve Sylus, because if you had missed them, you would be slightly devastated.
Sylus was your favorite. Ever since the beginning, there was something about him that caught your attention. You downloaded the game after his announcement and havenât looked back since. You played with other boys as well, but your time with Sylus was always the most memorable. Not only was he extremely attractive in your eyes, as well as the eyes of other players around the world, but you also understood his character, adored his little jokes and mannerisms, and could safely say that he made your life a little more exciting. You knew that it probably sounded lame to someone who didnât play such games, and you were aware that he wasnât real, but you enjoyed yourself regardless. In your real life, you had some experience with men and were pretty popular among them; however, you never felt comfortable enough to form more serious romantic relationships.
Here, with Sylus, you didnât have to worry about such things. You were aware that he was only a game character and maybe that was why you were so honest with him from the very beginning. You knew that he wouldnât judge you, misstreat you or make you miserable - he was created in a way that was supposed to make your playthrough enjoyable so you didnât have to worry about your responses in the messages for him or your real life reactions to everything he said or did. You could just be yourself. And you loved how freeing that felt.
That is why you felt so excited ever since you woke up. Because you knew that today you could finally go back to playing l&d, and you could meet up with your Sylus after so much time apart. You quickly did your chores, spent some time on self-care to slightly relieve the fatigue from the weeks before, you put on your favourite cozy outfit and finally clicked the âenter gameâ button.
And there he was. Sylus was standing in the cafe, wearing his extremally attractive biker outfit and you caught yourself sighing dreamily at the sight of him. You missed him so bad, you missed the little memories you shared and the sound of his voice. You missed playing kitty cards with him, catching plushies together and even looking for that bastard Tobias again and again. You couldnât help but smile brightly at him.
âHi Sylus, you have no idea how happy I am to see you.â You said cheerfully, feeling kind of dumb for it but you couldnât help yourself. You often talked out loud to him during your playtime.
You watched him blink slowly once, then twice, and you started to think that there was something wrong with the server because his response should have already been uttered. But then the look on his face changed. At first, he appeared really shocked and relieved, but then a little frown appeared between his perfect little eyebrows.
âWhere the hell have you been?â He responded quickly and it shocked you. You didnât know that they could swear in the game, but after connecting some dots you figured that it had to be included in the special responses after the player was away for some time.
âAt work mostly, been so busy lately but now Iâm back and ready to defeat some Wanderers!!â You fist bumped the air above you, you couldnât contain your excitement.
You also noticed that his expression stayed the same. He was silent, looking at you through your phone screen with bewilderment, and he looked almost hurt. In an attempt to provide some comfort to him, you swiped your finger gently through his hair and across his cheek. However, when you touched his cheek, he closed his eyes and nuzzled into your finger, which made you widen your eyes in surprise. Was that always a thing? Was he always so responsive to your touch? It had to be a new feature; you didnât remember him being so lively.
âNext time you decide to leave me without a word, I think Iâm going to take more drastic measures, sweetieâ He said while opening his eyes. You couldnât help but notice he did look different than usual. More⊠realistic? Even the way in which he moved his body looked so smooth.
âIf not for Mephisto, I would have worried sick about your safety. You can't do this to me every time you have more work than usual; you have to visit me, even if it's just for a minute. I won't exaggerate when I say that I almost went insane after the first week of your cruel silenceâ And at that you were completely stunned. Should he talk this much? He never talked this much. And how could he know that you had more work than usual? Was that a lucky guess on the studioâs side?
âThatâs so weirdâŠâ You whispered and touched his hand to trigger some kind of reaction that would appear more usual than what was happening right now.
âIs that your way of catching me of guard? If you wanted to hold my hand so badly kitten, then you would have visited me sooner. I will not let myself be distracted by your cute little behaviorâ He raised the hand you touched and crossed his arms at his chest, while continuing to frown. And you were still so, so confused.
âPromise me that you wonât leave me again, I know where to find you now.â You raised your eyebrows and bit your lip gently. You started to feel a little bit out of place, you knew that he was not real, but he sounded kind of scary. His voice was demanding, and the part about him finding you? You shivered involuntarily.
âWhat happened? Cat got your tongue, kitten? Or did you finally understood the selfishness of your actions?â Sylus continued and you opened your mouth in awe. âPromise. Me.â He said slowly, his gaze unnerving. Suddenly you heard a series of loud caws outside on your balcony. The sound made you jump in place, and you dropped your phone on your bed. Was that a freaking crow?? Outside your apartament???
You quickly picked up your phone and cursed softly. You were going insane. You got scared just because the game had an update you did not know about. You almost wanted to laugh at how stupid that was. Almost. Because Sylus walked up to the front of your phone screen and spoke to you again.
âWhy are you hesitating? Are you really planning to leave me again?â You swore you never heard him so hurt.
âNo!â You said before you could think.
âNo?â He answered immediately, which scared the hell out of you. âI am not sure I believe you. And I canât stand it. I canât stand being away from you anymore.â He took two steps back and closed his eyes.
That was when the game crashed. Your phone appeared to be broked too, after the colourful lines appeared on the screen, flickered a couple of times and the whole screen turned black. You threw the device away from you and your heart started beating so fast you could hear the blood pulsing in your ears. You were so confused and genuinely scared. Was there an update that switched the genre of the game to horror? You were stunned.
And then you heard the knock.
You almost jumped out of your slippers. You brought your hand to your heart in order to calm yourself down and you started taking slow, deep breaths. Itâs just a game. Itâs just a game. Besides, how did Sylus, of all people, managed to scare you so badly? You adored that character, and you should know that he was prone not only to exaggeration, but also to intimidating appearance. That was literally one of his characteristics. So you forced yourself to calm down and opened the damn door, because it was probably a mailman, or one of your friendly neighbors, and here you were making a scene like a complete psychopath.
One. Two. Three.
You opened the door, and at first all you could see was a huge cloud of black mist. You closed your eyes in order to keep the mist from clouding your vision and then you felt wind pushing you gently further into your apartament. You heard the door close and the sound of the key turning in the lock. Everything happened so fast. And when you opened your eyes your knees almost buckled.
Sylus.
Sylus was all you could see. He was standing in front of you, in your own apartament, looking so out of place that you wanted to laugh. The first thing that you noticed about him was that he was huge, you couldnât really see past him, and the more you looked at him, the more real he appeared to be. Soft-looking silver hair, rugged skin, that perfect nose and those piercing eyes. They looked into yours now, and at first they seemed to be searching for something, and after one quick second they visibly softened. You could also see how his handsome, oh so handsome mouth started to display his signature little smirk. And that was when you started to tremble.
âW-whaââ You tried to say something, anything but your mouth was not working. You have never been so confused and scared in your entire life. âWhoâW-who areââ He was starting to close the distance between you and that is when the panic finally took over your body. You flinched and went to take a step back, but you slipped on your soft carpet.
Yet you didnât fall. You felt the gentle caress of the mist that managed to caught you before you hit the ground, and it streightened your posture so that now you stood tall in front of the man.
âCareful kitten, I do not think that falling on four feet applies to you.â He spoke out loud for the first time and the voice was so familiar to you. It was the same, deep, husky timbre that you loved to hear, the same voice that made you squeal in happiness, that lulled you to sleep countless of times. You couldnât believe it.
âOh my god, am I dead?â He laughed softly at your reaction and looked at you through his lashes. âThis canât be happening.â
âOh but it is. I knew that I would find my way to you, I just needed time.â He said and tried to close the distance between you, but you didnât let him. Every step forward he took, you took one back. âIt was so hard to find you. But after you disappeared without saying a word I think I got desperate.â Something flashed in his eyes. You recognized it as determination.
He stopped walking when he noticed that you were getting too close to the balcony. He straightened his posture, and you almost released a gasp. He was huge. And he was real. Alive and so, so real, that you had trouble breathing. You were so scared, but at the same time, so happy to see him, that your body didnât know how it should react. You just looked at him, taking him in, trying to assess whether it wasnât your mind playing tricks on you, or if it wasnât some random man breaking into your apartment and your brain had created a new, fantastic defense mechanism. But no, the longer you took him in, the more similarities you managed to notice: the scar in the corner of his eye, his unevenly clipped fingernails, strong but dry hands, olive skin, slim lips, long, slightly furrowed eyebrows. The not-so-hidden gentleness in his gaze as he was taking you in himself.
âItâs really you.â You managed to breathe out.
âYouâre so beautiful.â He answered and his voice was slowly starting to make you feel these similar butterflies. âSo, so magnificent.â He continued. You felt your cheeks heat up and he seemed to drink that reaction in. âWill you talk to me more? You sound angelic. I did not think that you could sound even better than you did through the phone but I guess you will never fail to surprise me, sweetheart.â He did not move an inch. He just looked at you, and you still didnât know how to react, but you were slowly coming to terms with the fact that it was not a weird dream. He was here and he didnât appear to have bad intentions. At least you wanted to believe that.
âYouâre still trembling. Are you really that scared of me?â He pressed his lips into a line.
âIâm sorry. I just⊠Iâm just not sure what is happening. I had no idea you were⊠real.â He laughed softly at that.
âYou wound me, kitten. Is that your way of unleashing your little claws?â He continued with a small smile on his lips and you couldnât take it. He looked⊠stressed. And you thought that was new for him. You spend so many hours playing with him in l&d but you have never seen him so stressed.
Everything that came out of his mouth was slow and precise, not a word was spoken without a purpose. However you could see by his appearance that he was uncertain.
âOf course Iâm real. And all the time we spent together is real too. Was it so wrong of me to expect that you would be at least a little bit happier to see me?â He was starting to look hurt. But not angry, not displeased. More concerned than anything, and that was when most of your worries started to disappear. He was your Sylus. He really was.
âI am happy to see you. I really am.â You said truthfully, the fear slowly dissolving. âWhat are you doing here? How did it happen?.â
âWhen you left me, I was worried to death. I had to come see that you were alright for myself.â He said, not taking his eyes from you. âI found a path between our worlds, and first I sent Mephisto after you. And that was how I knew you were fine, just busy.â He started explaining slowly and put two fingers at the bridge of his nose. This gesture was so familiar that you felt a slight pang in your chest. âWhich l understand. But you stopped visiting completely and I panicked that I lost you. And that you lost your interest in me. And when you logged in today I guess I just lost control over myself.â
âI had to see you. I had to feel you. I needed to know that you will never leave me like that again. But how could I be so sure if you thought I was not real, sweetie?â His voice carried a hint of a ridicule. He smirked slowly and you allowed yourself to relax. You spend so much time with him on your phone, that you knew when he really needed reassurance. And it was the first time you saw him being so honest about his own feelings.
You decided to step closer to him and his eyes widened slightly. His body tightened because of the sudden change in proximity, and when you gently touched his hand, bringing it to your mouth, he appeared to be rendered speechless.
âI would never leave you, Sy. At least not without saying goodbye first. You are my safe space, remember?â You said quietly and smiled at him brightly, reminding him of what you had written in your game bio. And then you brought his knuckles to your lips and placed a soft kiss upon them. His hands were much warmer than you expected them to be. They felt harsh, but gentle.
The next thing you heard was a soft grunt and you felt yourself suddenly being lifted in the air. You yelped and found yourself pressed against his big, solid chest. Sylus hugged your body to his by wrapping both of his arms around your torso, and when he realized that you werenât comfortable, he put one hand under your thighs and brought your body to his by your waist. You let your arms wrap around his neck and squeezed, and he buried his head in the crook of your neck. You heard him inhale your scent and his breath became rigged, as if he could not contain his excitement. You also became familiar with his scent. He smelled so manly and comforting, you could catch some notes of wood and leather, and something surprisingly sweet.
âYou smell divine. Youâre so soft, so warm.â He breathed against your neck and you felt goosebumps spreading throughout your whole body. You were so embarrassed, you felt like you needed to release some tension.
âI did not expect you to be so open with me. Youâre usually the teasing type.â He chucked deeply and put his forehead against yours, while closing his eyes. Your cheeks burned. You couldnât believe it wasnât a dream.
âThere will be a time for teasing you, kitten.â He rubbed his forehead against yours slowly. âRight now let me enjoy you for a bit. I canât believe I finally got to see you.â He squeezed you harder to him. You reciprocated the hug with all you had. You were actually kind of scared that your grip was too hard, but he seemed to bask in it. âCommunicating through that small device was not nearly enough for me. I could always see you and I heard your little responses to everything I was saying. But it took me some time to figure out how to change some things up.â Your eyes went wide at the mention of your reactions, you knew that a lot of times there were beyond embarrassing but you decided your blush to speak for itself. But what truly caught your attention was how he managed to appear in your home.
âChange things up?? You must have made such a mess, will it really be okay?â The concern in your voice made him look up and find your eyes with his. You were now looking at his beautiful red eyes, so full of adoration and determination. You could see that the consequences of his actions did not matter to him at all.
âSweetie, I would gladly burn the world down for you, even if it meant that I could see you just once.â You swallowed audibly and proceeded to shy away from his piercing gaze. You started to feel unworthy of such attention, you couldnât quite grasp what exactly made him care about you to such extend. âFortunately for everyone, the process did not involve starting an intergalactic war.â He smirked slowly, his eyes finding your lips and staying there for much longer than necessary. âYet.â
You chuckled at that and proceeded to bury your fingers in his hair, stroking the strands with care. They were so soft to the touch, they reminded you of silk. He closed his eyes and let you touch him to your heartâs content. Your hand quickly found its way to his forehead, and then to his cheek, stroking the skin delicately. You couldnât believe how someone so handsome could really exist.
âSee something you like, kitten?â He said and nuzzled into your palm, pressing a kiss right there. âYou will have all the time in the world to touch me, when we arrive in the N109 Zone.â He seemed so peaceful, so content with himself, but the mention of the N109 Zone stopped you in your tracks. You tensed visibly and he opened his eyes, noticing the change in your posture.
âThe N109 Zone?â You asked puzzled. âAre you taking me away for a weekend?â You took your hand from his face and he used his Evol to bring it back to his cheek. The mist around your fingers felt weird, but not unpleasant.
âFor a weekend? No, no.â He locked his eyes with yours, his head slowly closing the distance between you. He licked his lips and looked at your mouth once again. âI am taking you away forever.â And before his lips managed to touch yours, you flinched. Your hands quickly pushed him away and the panic returned to your features.
âWhat do you mean by that?â
âI meant what I said. Pack your bags if you believe there is something that I cannot provide for you quickly enough, and we will be off shortly.â He said matter of factly, kind of annoyed by the distance you decided to put between you. âLuke and Kieran have already prepared a room for you, although I think that you will have more than enough space for your belongings in mine.â His eyes brightened with excitement that you unfortunately could not share. Instead, you lightly pushed his torso, making him lower you to the ground grudgingly. His brows were once again furrowed.
âI canât go with you Sylus. At least, not for foreverâ
âYou can. We can stay together for the rest of our lives and no one would have any objections. I took care of everything.â He reached to grab your forearm and stroked it softly with his thumb. He was so sure of everything he was saying, that you could feel how much he let himself get lost in his fantasy. It did make you feel wanted, loved even. But no matter how happy you were that he was real, and apparently shared your feelings, you couldnât agree to his plan.
âNo, Sylus. I need to stay here, I have built my whole life in this place.â You could feel how much your words shocked him. He was looking at you so puzzled as if he didnât think that you declining his offer was even an option. âI canât leave everything that I managed to achieve, I really am content with my life, despite how complicated it can be.â You said truthfully. A part of you wanted to go with him, to feel safe and cherished for, for the rest of your life but you knew that was not realistic. You wanted to achieve more, you wanted to have your own life and your own space. You needed to be independent, to feel that you were perfectly capable of caring for yourself and your own needs.
âI do not understand. Donât you want to be with me?â It pained you how quickly he jumped to that conclusion. And you hated the look on his face - it made you feel like you were betraying him.
âI do want to! Oh my godâ I really, really do want to Sylus. I donât think that I can live without spending time with you anymore.â You smiled at him, and took hold of his huge, rugged hand. âBut I canât live with you in the N109 Zone. I canât leave my whole life behind.â And the fact that he wanted to make you do that somewhat scared you. Made you feel distressed.
âI see.â He sounded deep in thought. Then, he broke the eye contact for a second, looked at his hand in your hold and before you could even react, he grabbed your body gently with his Evol and picked you up. Your whole body was above ground and although you felt secured, you looked at him with surprise.
âWhat are you doing?â You wanted to get free from the hold of the mist, but it was impossible with how tight it was. âSylus, you have to let me go.â You tried not to panic, you knew that you werenât in danger. But he looked relentless, unforgiving as if his mind was already set in stone.
âNo. I canât. Not now when I finally got to have you.â He looked up at you, with his eyebrows still furrowed, and you could hear a hint of a growl in his voice. âIf you do not wish to go with me, I guess I would have to take you by force.â
It was then that you felt a sense of panic. You knew him, and you knew that if he wants something, he always gets it. It just did not cross your mind that he would ever go against your own wishes.
âNo. No, no, no, Sylus, please calm down.â He narrowed his eyes and stood almost motionless before you, devoid of almost any emotion. Almost, if not for the desperation shining through his movements. âYou cannot take me away. At least not for now. But I will do anything you ask me to! You can also stay here for some time, and visit me whenever you want to, I swear, I would be so happy to have you.â You just needed him to listen. You knew that you could change his mind, he always listened to what you had to say, he just needed a little bit of persuasion. Maybe he didnât even think about alternative options?
âAnd I would make you happy in the N109 Zone with me.â You laughed with disbelief. He was completely missing your point. You decided to once again yank your hands from the grasp of his mist, and then hissed with pain when it did not loosen up its hold. âYour struggle is futile, please stop, I do not wish for you to get hurt.â He was annoyed with you and your disobedience. He did not think that you would have any objections, he started loosing his cool.
âYou would never let me get hurt.â You answered, wanting to assure yourself of it as well. You didnât like how commanding he sounded.
âYes.â There was no doubt in his voice. âYes, you know I would stop at nothing to protect you.â His gaze never wavered from yours. He truly thought that what he was doing was for the best. And you just had to let him know how wrong his approach was.
âYes! Yes I do know that! Because I know you, Sy.â You started to sound as if you were pleading. Deep down it scared you, send uncomfortable shivers down your spine. âI know you, and I know that you also know me.â
He placed his hand on his heart.
âAnd I adore every single piece of information. And I still wish to know you much, much better.â You tensed when you noticed that his right eye was starting to glow. You did not know if that was intentional, or just a trick of the light.
âThen you MUST know how much this life means to me. How much I like my stupid job, and how much I love the people that are here for me. My friends, my family.â You noticed that your reasoning started to get to him when he clenched his fists and avoided your eyes for a second. âAnd you have to know how much it would hurt me if you were to take me away from them.â He appeared taken aback. It seemed that his longing for you clouded his judgement, and now he started to notice the faults in his plan.
âBut I cannot stand to be apart from you anymore, sweetie.â In normal circumstances that would be so touching to you. But nothing about this situation was normal, and you guessed you just had to show him how normal looked like.
âYou wonât be. You can visit me anytime you want. Stay for how long you want.â You wanted that too. So bad.
âBut that is not ENOUGH.â It was the first time you heard his raised voice and you started to tremble. His outburst mustâve thrown him off guard too, because he wavered and the grip he had on you loosed. You acted instinctively. You freed yourself from the mist and started to run towards your door. And although he was stunned by your reaction, he quickly teleported so that you ran straight into his chest. His hands grabbed yours in order to protect you from falling due to the impact.
He gently caressed your now slightly red forehead and sighed loudly. You could hear that he was hurt. You cried out from frustration.
âIf you really thought that you could run away from me then you must be a total fool.â He tucked your hair behind your ear and lifted your chin up with his finger. âUsually I like playing cat and mouse with you, but I do not like the fact that you appear genuinely scared of me right now.â He hugged your waist and brought you closer to him, lowering his head at the same time. âAnd that you tried to run away from me when I only want to offer you my protection.â
âIt doesnât sound like protection, it sounds like imprisonment.â You used strong words, but you sounded so small. You did not know what to do with him, you were so scared. âIâm just scared. I tried to run away because you scared me, Sylus.â You sounded desperate for him to understand you. To look past his own clouded vision.
âYou do not have to fear me. I just want what is best for you. For us.â His grip on your waist tightened, and he also proceeded to grab your wrist.
âNo. You only want what is best for you. You are not listening to me. I do care about you Sylus, but I cannot leave this place.â You tried to stand your ground but you two never argued before. It was an unfamiliar ground to you, especially when it was the first time that you had a conversation in person. Everything felt more intense and dangerous when you remembered the extreme measures he was always willing to take to achieve his goals.
âYou can. And I will make you leave.â He almost growled and a cloud of black and red mist surrounded both of you, and that was enough to bring tears into your eyes.
âSylus, no, please, I donât want to. Please, just listen to me, please.â And it was at that moment he started to came into his senses. Your quiet voice and your eyes full of tears made his breathing stop. It was the first time he was seeing you react like this. He hated how broken you sounded. How small. âIâm so scared, Sy, please stop scaring me.â Your voice sounded choked and you could feel that the tears started streaming down your face. Every single one physically hurt him. It was your first meeting and he already made you so miserable. He wanted to scream. âPlease.â You tried once again and it shocked you that it finally worked on him.
He tensed and released you from his grip. The mist also dissipated as he took a step back from you. You could hear him breathing deeply.
âI cannot do this." He sounded panicked. âI did not want to scare you, and I cannot listen to your little broken pleas. They break my heart.â He hidden his face in his hands and curled in himself. He felt as if someone pierced his heart with a knife and twisted it. He could not bring himself to look at your beautiful heartbroken face again. âThey really do. Please, just stop crying. You won.â
You sniffed softly and touched your wet cheeks. You tried to calm yourself down, he finally listened to you.
âIt does not feel so good this time for some reason.â You answered, referring to your Kitty Card battles. You wanted to relieve the tension somehow. You knew that he didnât want to hurt you, you understand that he lives in a different reality where danger awaits everywhere. You could understand why he wanted to have you beside him at all times. But it scared you how insistent he was, how brutal and final. âDo you really understand why I got so scared?â
He nodded helplessly. âI wonât steal you away. Not when I know how much you despise the idea of spending the rest of your time with me.â You noticed how hard he was pressing his hands to his face and you grabbed them in your own. He let you uncover his eyes and you saw how much it hurt him to let you go.
âOh, Sy.â You whispered and hugged his hands to your chest. âYou know thatâs not the reason.â
âStop calling me that. It drives me crazy.â He breathed and met your eyes. âYou drive me crazy. What am I going to do with you? How can I make sure you are safe now?â You took his hands and made him follow you into your bedroom. You sat on your bed and urged him to do the same. This way you could finally talk with him more comfortably.
âSylus, we have to talk about it.â You squeezed his hands and he looked at yours and took notice of how much smaller they were in comparison to his. So fragile, so breakable. He couldnât stand it. His whole body longed to protect you. âI do not despise the idea of spending my time with you. I just canât randomly leave everything I know and love. And this world is different from the one you know, we have our dangers but no one wants my head.â You explained to him slowly. âThere are no Wanderers. No protocores.â He looked conflicted.
âI already know that sweetheart. I do. But when you disappeared for such a long time I couldnât help but think that something bad happened to youâ he gritted through his teeth. âI nearly lost my mind looking for you everywhere. It was terrifying, that thought in my mind and the idea that I would never have another chance to speak with you. To see you.â He touched your forearms and brought you a little closer to him. âAnd when Mephisto found you safe and sound I thought that I never want to feel that fear, that helplessness again. And the only way to do that is to keep you beside me at all times. To guard you with my own body and soul.â He took your hand and rested it on his chest. You could feel the fast and steady rhythm of his heart. You could feel his desperation, his complete devotion. And it almost made you tear up.
âI-Iâm so sorry that I made you worry this much.â He studied your face with intention and you shake your head. âBut I didnât even know that you were real. I really thought it was just a game that made me feel less alone and nowâŠâ You swallowed audibly. âNow I know that everything I built with you during our time together was very much real and Iâm still having trouble to wrap my head around it to be honest.â I smiled at him softly and he nodded with understanding.
âAnd then you came in and wanted to kidnap me to a world much more dangerous than mine where I do not have my close ones andââ
âI did NOT mean for that to be a kidnapping I though that you shared my sentiment, and also wanted to spend some timeââ
âSOME time?? Sylus you wanted me to switch literal worlds and live with you in your freaking villa in the middle of nowhereââ
âI live in an apartment that has a fantastic location, mind you, and you would feel so comfortable inââ
âApartament??? You cannot possibly be a freaking leader of Onychinus and live in an apartment complex, are you being serious with me right now??â
âHave you ever heard of a saying that the darkest place is under the candlestick, kitten? Besides there is no one in the whole N109 zone that would pose an actual threat to meââ He cut off when he met your eyes full of laughter, and then he heard that beautiful sound. You burst into giggles right in front of him and you touched him by the bicep and brought his forehead to yours. He couldnât help but chuckle too, understanding the absurdity of the situation. Feeling your forehead against his, hearing your adorable chuckles and inhaling your sweet scent made him feel so at peace that he closed his eyes to embrace the moment completely. He couldnât believe that he almost ruined your relationship by being so selfish.
âI missed this. This back and forth with youâ You said and he chucked deeply. âI really am happy to see you, Sy. And I swear that we will be able to talk and spent time with each other more often now. And actually see each other in person.â He nuzzled into your face more and you caught his smirk by the corner of your eye. âWe can stay in touch at all times, so that you wonât have to worry about my safety so much.â
âSo bossy, kitten.â He answered, but the small smile did not leave his face. He couldnât make it go away even if he tried. âForgive me for scaring you earlier. I was not thinking straight. I was just so elated to finally have you in my arms that I let my selfishness get the best of me, and for that Iâm sorry. I did not want to ruin our first meeting, sweetie.â You hugged him by bringing your arms around his chest and he closed his eyes drinking in the proximity. You were too small, too adorable, too attractive for him to take it. Too honest. Too lovable. Made just for him to adore. To protect.
âYou did not ruin anything.â You said into his shirt, hugging him tighter. âI understand you, Sylus. And I like you a little selfish if it means thatâs what brought you to meâ He smiled into your hair and reluctantly let go of your fragile frame. He touched your chin and delicately lifted your face up to face him. His eyes were once again drinking you in, committing every single one of your features to his memory. He sighed contentedly.
âSelfishness was not the reason of my visit.â You could see how his eyes softened and you felt your chest squeeze. You brushed his cheek, loving the way how he seemed to relish in your touch. His eyes wandered to your lips: pink, plump and so inviting. âAdoration was. The complete love and devotion that I have felt for you for quite some time now.â You gasped quietly and opened your lips slightly, which didnât go unnoticed by him.
âSyââ
âAnd I guess a little emotional push was what made me finally find my way to you, my beloved.â He half-whispered, leaned in, and pressed his lips to yours, locking you in a sweet, passionate kiss that went on and on, seeming to deepen with every minute you spent in his embrace.
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Kicks the door open I have come! to request a Self-aware AU with the Twst bois. When they and the Darling/MC/Player/S/O switch bodies. However, the Darling isn't inside the game. So it's like the Darling waking up in the boys' bodies inside the game, and the boys waking up in the Darling's body in the real world. Thankyou very much đđđ«âš
.â ïœĄâ *â ⥠a/n: self-aware au, my beloved. It was so fun to write this and I wrote a lot too đ„șđ. It took me a while to finish, so I hope you like it, darling!
Azul could always feel your presence through the puppet you control. He felt calm when you looked at him. He felt delighted at every laugh you laughed, and he wanted nothing more than to be beside you. The real you. He wished really hard for it to be possible someday, not knowing that this was exactly what was going to happen. Although his request was successful, there was just one error in the equation: he was in your body, your holy, beautiful body. Which means... You were in his horrible body.
While others would feel happy (and he really is happy to an extent), Azul feels a sense of trepidation knowing that you were awaking in his body and there was no way for him to check on you. Or could he? He tried calling his own phone but it wasn't possible. Resigned, he then took to explore your room and home and if you have any roommates / lived with your parents, Azul would try get along with them and collect information on you. While this isn't the ideal, Azul still has to think ten times ahead so when he take you to Twisted Wonderland (not a matter of if but more of when), he could make you sign a deal.
By the way, he definitely try to unlock your phone. And since he is in your body, Azul may try to unlock your phone with your fingerprint or your face if your phone has that function. If he is successful Azul will read your messages as if it were a magazine, he would see what type of songs you listen and videos you like to watch, what's in your history. Basically he is your fbi agent seeing everything on your phone, there's not a thing he'll not see. Good luck for you, reader. That's why I always I always delete my history lol.
Meanwhile you. You wake up on Azul Ashengrotto's body, the octavinelle dorm leader. Geez, are you dreaming? But everything is so real and feels so real. Jade and Floyd seems so real. And their voices, mocking and teasing, almost condescending as you tried your best to act like Azul. They seemed to know that something was wrong but neither choose to ask, brushing off as you being busy with a new scam plan. You were overjoyed but also anxious, without knowing what to do. Could you even return to your body at all? Only time will tell.
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Jade always knew that something was strange with this world, it was almost too... Surreal? He can't quite put into words the things he feel but everything was so much clearer whenever he could feel your presence when he was studying or riding his broom. He could feel your presence when he was cooking, when he was talking about this terrariums, when he was beating people who broke their part of the deal. You seemed to favor him, to love him. He could feel your affection seeping through your cellphone. And he wished to see you, to know you as intimately as you knew him.
And that wish became real. One day he woke up in a different bedroom, in a different body, then, while he is a little surprised, Jade just brush this off as something you did. Perhaps you wanted to show him your world? You wanted to show him your life? Or were you trying to show him something else? Either way, Jade is having the time of his life in your body. Though, as if he was mesmerized by it, he caught himself looking himself at the mirror to see your face staring right back at him. He looks like an excited kid making silly faces in front of the mirror. Honestly he is so unserious. Making faces and silly dances, and laughing because of it.
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Floyd is instantly thrilled, if somewhat bewildered. At first, he messes around with everything he can find, marveling at your surroundings and taking a deep dive into your belongings â he finds it all so fascinating. Heâs absolutely entertained by exploring your room, your things, and all the little details that give him insight into your life. But once the novelty wears off, his mischievous nature kicks in. He wants to know everything about you â what you like, your habits, your friends â and heâs not afraid to dig deep. Floyd starts exploring your social media, searching for anything that brings him closer to you and your world. If he finds anyone he thinks might be close to you, heâs ready to make them uncomfortable with cryptic messages or odd behavior, wanting to make it clear that no one knows you better than him.
Meanwhile, you, trapped in Floydâs body, have to navigate his spontaneous, unpredictable moods and intense physicality â whether in class, on the basketball court, or during his shenanigans. He's having the time of his life while you are fighting for yours, even more when Azul send you to squeeze some people. Like??? How are you supposed to do this????
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Silver always dreamt of you. He knew you, the feeling of your love and affection, the tone of your voice, even if when he woke up he forget everything. A blurry line separating you two. For a while, he thought that you were some higher being that he created on his mind, a simple part of his imagination. That is until this magicless student come around and your presence was all over them, controlling them, talking through them. He wanted to get closer, he wished he could talk to you, to bask on your presence. But he couldn't. He couldn't break his code. Not yet.
But when he slept that night something was different. He couldn't jump into another dream, his voice was different, his height was different, then when he inched closer to the mirror, he saw. A different face. And he knew instantly that it was your face. It was a very beautiful face, exactly how he had imagined. Though it was not what he wanted. He wanted to talk to you, to tell what he felt whenever your gaze was upon him. He didn't want to be you. Or for you to be him.
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Riddle wakes up in your body, feeling completely disoriented and frustrated with the lack of control he has over the new, unfamiliar world around him. But soon, the shock turns into curiosity and then into obsession as he realizes he now has full access to everything about you, your routines, belongings, even your weaknesses, and insecurities.
Riddleâs meticulous nature drives him to organize your life, make everything as âperfectâ as he can, so when youâre back, itâll be clear that he knows whatâs best for you. He spends hours exploring your things, setting up strict plans, and making lists, even going so far as to cut out people he feels are a bad influence. All of this, in his mind, is for your âown good.â
In Twisted Wonderland, youâre now bound to the rules of Heartslabyul, balancing Riddleâs strict schedule, navigating his many routines, and dealing with his high standards as you struggle to maintain his reputation without causing a commotion.
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Jamil is quick to adjust, immediately masking his initial confusion in favor of stealthily gathering information about your world. He keeps a low profile, but behind that calm facade, heâs strategically piecing together every part of your life, figuring out whoâs important to you and how he can stay in your life even if he returns to his world. Jamil moves through your world with subtlety, observing your friends and family with a quiet intensity, noting who to trust â and who to remove from your life. Heâs ready to make subtle changes to your social circle or behavior, aligning your life with what he thinks is âbest.â
Meanwhile, back in Twisted Wonderland, youâre handling Jamilâs carefully hidden responsibilities, feeling the pressure of his dual life between serving Kalim and managing his own ambitions, all while trying not to slip up and reveal your true identity. It's difficult.
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Kalim wakes up in your body with sheer joy and fascination, his excitement overriding any initial confusion. Heâs absolutely delighted to be in your world, taking in every little detail with childlike wonder. Kalim sees this as an opportunity to become even closer to you, and he goes about learning everything there is to know about your life, friends, and family, brimming with excitement to be part of it all. Heâs incredibly affectionate with anyone he meets, happy to share his thoughts, and may unintentionally end up sharing details about âyouâ that leave people puzzled. He canât resist splurging a bit on your behalf, thinking heâs treating you.
As for you, adapting to Kalimâs responsibilities in Twisted Wonderland is overwhelming, as youâre thrown into his high-energy life and surrounded by his devoted friends and followers. His cheerful, social world is a whirlwind of activity and expectation, especially with Jamil by your side, assessing every move you make with a scrutinizing eye.
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When Ruggie wakes up in your body, heâs initially thrown off but quickly realizes the opportunity in front of him. Instead of panicking, he takes a strategic approach, savoring every moment as he explores your life and digs into your personal world. His tendencies kick in subtly but intensely; heâs not one for grand, showy gestures, but every action is deliberate, aimed at securing his presence in your life as deeply as possible, as he changes your wallpaper for fanart of him and enters the game to level up all his cards for you.
He begins by poking through your belongings, finding small things that give him insight into your personality, routines, and friends. Ruggie is careful to go unnoticed, learning as much as he can about your relationships and keeping mental notes about anyone he thinks poses a âthreatâ to his place in your life. Heâs not above making subtle changes, distancing you from people he dislikes and reshaping your social circle to align with his preferences, but he does so with skillful subtlety â most people wonât even realize heâs manipulating things from behind the scenes.
If you have a job, heâll blend right in, charming your colleagues and subtly gaining their favor, leaving an impression that makes it hard for anyone to forget you. Heâs naturally resourceful, too, so he takes a look at your finances, maybe even setting aside a bit of extra money âfor emergenciesâ (which, of course, he intends to use for things he thinks youâll need down the line).
Meanwhile, back in Twisted Wonderland, youâre adjusting to the gritty pace of Ruggieâs life in Savanaclaw. His resourcefulness is evident in every little aspect of his world â from balancing odd jobs to navigating the intense social structure under Leonaâs rule. You feel the constant need to stay alert, manage his reputation, and keep up with his never-ending hustle. Itâs a life of quick thinking, constant negotiation, and clever shortcuts that keep you on your toes, giving you a firsthand taste of Ruggieâs way of surviving in a world that doesnât make things easy. You made a note to dote on him when you get back to your body, he deserves.
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pairing;Â lee jihoon (woozi) x f!reader
genre; smut (minor dni), angst, fluff
summary;Â You have the best job in the world as Lee Jihoon's personal assistant but his secrets are starting to turn your world upside down.
content warnings;Â personal assistant!reader, ceo/boss!jihoon, single dad!jihoon, children, grandparents/parents, jihoon has a sibling, coworkers!soonyoung, mingyu, & wonwoo, soonyoung in a menace, eating/drinking, alcohol, jealousy, crying, self confidence/esteem issues, death of a family member (in the past).
smut warnings;Â unprotected sex, pulling out, cream pie, simp!jihoon, mild dom!jihoon, sub!reader, the dom/sub dynamics are very subtle, dumbification (very mild), innocence kink, lingerie kink, pet names, praise (like a lot -- he is a simp), body worship, oral (f receiving), fingering, handjob, crying (from pleasure and happiness), manhandling, masturbation, pillow princess!reader, i am sure there are more (let me know if its glaring) -- bonus section has its own warnings on patreon.
w/c; 27k and some change (3.2k extra words for patreon bonus)
a/n; thank you to @junkissed and @seokgyuu for helping me come up with a title for this! it's a 1D song, and I do not go here, but it's a very cute song and title! also thank you to my june for proofreading for me and always being the best in the fucking world. literally going through 30k words of my bullshit... the mvp! anyway, i hope you guys enjoy me simping over simp dlif jihoon! next month is spooky seasons so keep your eyes peeled for that one đ! Â
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Whining under your breath, you clutch the drink holder to your chest as you watch the door close in front of you. It didnât seem to matter how quickly you were trying to get your feet to move in your heels; the door closing was like an impending doom. That was how your entire day felt from the moment you woke up. You were trying to be good at your job. For the past month, you had been doing your best to make a good impression at the company and on your new boss, but it seemed like something would happen to make you look like an idiot.Â
âNo, no, no! Fuck!â The words come from your lips louder than you intended as you try to put the toe of your shoe between the door and the frame, only to be a second to late watching it close with a deafening clang in front of you. Stomping your foot out of frustration, you feel something cold and wet seeping through the front of your shirt, drawing your eyes down. âYouâve gotta be kidding me.âÂ
The world was out to get you. That was the only excuse you had as you moved the drink tray from your chest, seeing the coffee stain spreading along your chest towards your stomach. In your temper tantrum, you had managed to knock the lid off one of the coffees, and now you were wearing your mistake.Â
Tears prick at your eyes as you try to balance the drinks in one hand and your bags in the other to fish for your badge. Sniffing back your frustration and embarrassment, you barely glance to your left as someone uses their badge to open the door and hold it open for you. âThanks⊠Iâm such a mess.âÂ
Jihoon grins at you as you pout down at your shirt. You were a mess. You had been a bit of a mess from the moment he hired you, but he didnât seem to mind. You were still good at your job. You were easy on the eyes, good with his schedule, and you had never missed a day of workâeven if you were a couple minutes late. âI have some things upstairs, Miss Y/L/N. Donât worry about it. Let me take the coffee.âÂ
The sound of your boss's voice makes your eyes widen as you look in his direction, a soft gasp escaping from your mouth as your lips part in shock. You had been trying so hard to beat him back to the office. You were trying to make a good impression on him and the others in the office by providing an afternoon coffee every single dayâtoday you were failing.Â
âMr. Lee⊠Oh, Iâno, sir. I canââ Shaking his head, Jihoon slides his fingers over yours, taking the tray from your hand before gesturing towards the door once again. âYou do too much, Miss Y/L/N. Did one of the guys tell you to pick these up? They shouldnât. Itâs not your job.âÂ
Taking a step forward, you stumble, feeling Jihoonâs hand on your lower back guide you through the door. Shaking your head, you pull your jacket over your coffee-stained shirt and press your lips together as you adjust your bags to both arms and dare to glance at your boss once again. âNo⊠I just thought they might like them. A little pick-me-up. One for you too.âÂ
Jihoon smirks softly as he moves his hand from your back to press the call button for the elevator for the both of you. Lifting his brow, he looks back at the drinks in his hand before sighing and tilting his head. âYouâre kind. Itâs not necessary. I rarely drink coffee, honestly.âÂ
Watching your face fall in disappointment, Jihoon sighs, following you into the elevator before shaking his head. âBut, with that said... I am very appreciative and Iâll enjoy it today, Miss Y/L/N. Itâs been a long day, hasnât it?âÂ
Nodding, you swallow hard, thinking back to all the days over the month when you had brought him coffee and saw the confusion on his face as he slid it away. He really didnât like coffee, did he? You should pay more attention. âIt has. Um, Iâsir? If you donât like coffee, what do you like?âÂ
The ding of the elevator draws Jihoonâs eyes up to the numbers at the top of the door before he grins at your question. You were so cute; it was endearing. You were trying too hard to impress him when you already had. Sighing softly, Jihoon nods his head forward, waiting for you to get off the elevator first when the doors open, before he walks beside you, meeting your gaze. âCoke Zero, actually.âÂ
It was so unexpected for someone like Lee Jihoon. He was the CEO and star producer of Ruby Entertainment. You expected someone like him, someone who was on the cover of magazines, who had more money than God to drink merlot for breakfast, yet he preferred a Coke Zero for an afternoon pick-up. Grinning, you nod as you drop your bags at your desk and offer to take the drink tray from Jihoon. âIâll remember that.âÂ
Giving you a slow once-over, Jihoon meets your eyes and laughs under his breath. âIâm sure you will; youâre good at details.â Starting to turn towards his office, Jihoon stops and gestures towards you and back to his office. âI have extra button-ups in my office closet. Youâre welcome to wear one. Might be a little ill-fitting, but...âÂ
Taking a deep breath, you think about his offer before nodding. You were internally freaking out over the idea of wearing your boss's clothes, but you could feel the wet shirt against your skin at this point and something dry was tempting. Reaching for one of the coffees, Jihoon smirks at you before nodding his head towards his office, not waiting for you to follow him as he brings the drink to his lips and takes a sip.Â
Glancing around Jihoonâs office, you watch him move to his desk as if he hadnât just offered you his clothes before you look at the farthest wall where the closet in question is located. You had put plenty of things in it. That was one of your jobsâpick up dry cleaning, bring it back to the office and put it in the closet. Jihoon liked to work out before work and needed something to change into.Â
Sighing to yourself, you shake the thought of Jihoon fresh from the gym in the morning from your head as you cross the room and open the closet, looking over the neatly pressed button-ups. Watching you from his desk, Jihoon makes a small face at the taste of his coffee before smiling to himself as you stare at the shirts in the closet as if there is a wrong choice in front of you. He didnât have that many different options. He wasnât an adventurous man when it came to his clothes. He wore white, black, blue, and gray.Â
âPick anything, Miss Y/L/N. Any of them will look lovely on you.âÂ
That wasnât helping. You were trying not to panic as you laughed awkwardly and glanced over your shoulder to nod politely towards Jihoon before picking out a white button-up and pulling it towards you. âThis one, I guess. Iâll bring it back after I have it dry cleaned, sir.âÂ
Jihoon watches as you stumble over your feet in your heels, quickly making your way towards his office door. Leaning forward in case you were to fall, he sighs when you reach out your hand and laugh at yourself. âIâm okay, Mr. Lee. Just going to change quickly and get back to work. I apologize for all the inconvenience.âÂ
Settling back in his chair, Jihoon shakes his head as his door closes and he watches you rush towards the bathroom with his shirt in your hands. Muttering under his breath, he takes another sip of his drink as he looks at his computer screen, scrolling through emails. âYouâre not an inconvenience, Y/NâŠâÂ
Resting the straw of his coffee against his lips, Soonyoung smirks at you as he tilts his head, giving you a once-over. You were attractiveâthere was no questioning that. What was making him give you a second and third glance today as you passed out your cute little afternoon coffees was that your shirt was different than it had been before lunch. It was too big for you, almost as ifââYa, Y/N? Are you wearing your boyfriendâs clothes to work? Did you do something spicy at lunch?âÂ
Your fingers almost slip from the coffee in your hand as you offer the last one to Wonwoo, his eyes moving to your shirt as Mingyu leans back in his chair to get a better look at you. Your face was on fire and you wanted to kill Kwon Soonyoung.Â
âWhat? No! Oh my god... I donâtâshut up. No, I donât even⊠Iâm not dating anyone, Soonyoung. I had an accident with the coffee. This is Mr. Leeââ Stopping mid-explanation, you avoid the eyes of the three men even as you feel Soonyoungâs smirk get wider out of the corner of your eye. âShut the fuck up... No, you are not wearing Jihoonâs clothes! You little slut.âÂ
Sinking down in your chair outside of Jihoonâs office, you rest your head in your hands as Wonwoo tells Soonyoung to stop teasing you, but the man just laughs, catcalling from across the room even as he gets sheet music thrown in his direction by Mingyu.Â
âLeave her alone, Soonyoung. Sheâs gonna pass out.â Even though Mingyu was "helping," you could hear the teasing in his voice. He wasnât much better than Soonyoung. You could feel his eyes moving over you from his desk and as you met his eyes, you instantly regretted it as he smirked. âYou look hot, Y/N. I bet Jihoon was losing his fuckinâ mind seeing you in hisââÂ
The sound of Jihoonâs office door opening to your right causes everyone to stop teasing, though a few snickers remain. Staring at your laptop, you hear Jihoon clear his throat before you dare glance at him, seeing a soft smile on his face. At least he wasnât like the other idiots you worked with. He was professional. He would never make you feel uncomfortable. He didnât like you the way that Soonyoung or Mingyu thought that he did. That was ridiculous.Â
âI hate to ask you for a favor after such a long day, butâhave you met, uh, Haein?â Furrowing your brows, you shake your head. You had heard the name, but you hadnât met the woman the name belonged to. You assumed she must be someone important to Jihoonâa sister, aunt, or significant other. You hadnât let your mind linger.Â
âRight⊠I forget how short of a time youâve been here. Uh, shit. This is not what I hired you for, but at the same timeâŠâ Glancing at his watch, Jihoon sighs and meets your eyes once more. âDo you know where the elementary school is on the corner of Fifth and Cline?âÂ
Now you are even more confused. You could hear the others in the room whispering, but you didnât have time to give them a thought as you nodded and Jihoon offered you his car keys. âPerfect. Haein isnât feeling well. I have that meeting to hopefully sign Seokmin in half an hour or Iâd just cancel. We canât afford to lose him.âÂ
âIâokay. Sure. Iâll go get Haein.â Jihoon could see the confusion and concern in your eyes and yet you were on your feet, your purse in one hand and his keys in the other. Your brows furrowed, and you tilted your head, trying to get your head around what you were being asked to do, when Jihoonâs fingers wrapped around your elbow, pulling you back towards him. âSheâs in Mr. Hongâs class; they know to expect you.âÂ
Carefully pulling the blacked-out Range Rover into the parking lot, you first lean down to glance at the school in front of you before turning around to look at the booster seat in the back. You were picking up a child. You were picking up Jihoonâs child? Lee Jihoon had a child.Â
Your brain was working overtime as you slid out of the seat and held your bossâs keys tight to your chest like a safety net. You were beginning to realize that you knew little to nothing about him. It wasnât like you hadnât looked him up on the internet. You had done your research before your interview and you thought you knew everything there was to know about Jihoon and his companyâbut nowhere on any of his biographies on any website did it mention âfatherâ.Â
Smiling at the woman behind the desk, you nod your head and clear your throat in an attempt to not only calm your nerves, but to look like you belong. âIâm here to pick up Lee Haein. She is in Mr. Hongâs class.â Tilting her head at you, the woman studies you for a moment before looking over the screen in front of her and pursing her lips. âMiss Y/L/N?âÂ
Quickly nodding, you reach into your purse, offering the woman your ID before taking a clipboard that would allow you to sign Haein out of school. âDo you know where the nurseâs station is?â You had never even been inside of this school, so the question makes your brows raise as you awkwardly laugh and offer the clipboard back to the woman. Sighing under her breath, she moves to her feet and leans over the desk, pointing back towards the door and to the left. âItâs the third down the hall. Haein will be waiting with the nurse.âÂ
âThank you.â Your voice is meeker than you intended as you back out of the office and into the hall, turning to the left and making your way down the hall, counting doors. Lucky for you, it wasnât hard to find; not only did the woman give you great directions, but the word Nurse adoring the door would have given the location awayâeven to you.Â
Knocking lightly, you push the door open and wince at the automatic ding from the door alarm. You understood why it was there, but you already felt out of place and now all eyes were on youâeven if it was just two sets of eyes.Â
âLooks like you get to go home now, Haein.â The manâs voice is soft and kind. You smile at the little girl who looks at you uncertainly before you put your hand to your chest and sigh into your words. âIâm Y/N, Haein. Mr. LeeâsâŠumâyour dadâs assistant.âÂ
The girl looked no older than six, and she also didnât seem to be pleased that you were picking her up instead of Jihoon. âWhere is he?â Even the sound of Haeinâs voice made your heart feel heavy; she did sound pitiful.Â
âHeâs at the office. Iâm sure heâll come home as soon as possible.â Looking back at the nurse, you take Haeinâs bag when itâs offered to you before furrowing your brows tightly as you glance between him and the girl. âShould I take her to the doctor?âÂ
Shaking his head, the man moves to his feet and runs his hand over Haeinâs head as she pouts up at you both. âIf sheâs feeling bad in the morning, Iâd say to make her an appointment. This might just be a bit of a headache and an itchy throat.â Ruffling her hair, the man watches the girl finally smile as he nods at her. âWe can be hopeful, right?âÂ
Walking beside Haein, you glance down at her a few times before the small girl meets your eyes and furrows her brows once the two of you are outside near the car. âAre you taking me to my daddy?âÂ
Opening the back door, you purse your lips, watching Haein climb into the back and her booster seat waiting for you to not only answer her but to buckle her seat belt. Making a surprised sound, you lean forward and secure the belt as you tilt your head back and forth a few times. âUh, Iâhe didnât. You know what, Iâll ask, but wouldnât you rather go lay down?âÂ
Timidly, you reach up, putting your hand against her forehead, a frown finding your lips at the warmth under your palm. âWe could get you something for your headache, as long as thatâs okay with your dad.âÂ
Haein pouts a bit, leaning her head back against the seat as you give her a once-over. She wasnât even sure what she wanted, but her first impression of you was shifting. You were being nice and you were pretty. It was funny how you kept stumbling over your words, especially when you were talking about her daddy.Â
âIâm sleepyâŠâ Pausing, Haein tilts her head and grabs at your hand, landing on holding your fingers as she kicks off her shoes into the floorboard. âWhat was your name? I donât member. Sorry.âÂ
There was no way you could be upset as you looked down at your fingers wrapped up in tiny ones. Clearing your throat, you press your lips together and nod at Haein before finding your voice. âY/N.âÂ
Nodding along with your words, Haein finally lets go of your hand and yawns your name as you take a step back and close the door, letting her rest. You could see something of Jihoon in the girl, but it wasnât a physical resemblance; it was more mannerisms. Perhaps her physical appearance was something she took after her mom.Â
Her mom⊠Was Jihoon married? You hadnât seen a ring on his finger, but then again, you didnât know about a child so there was plenty he kept secret. Sighing softly, you take out your phone as you slide behind the wheel of the car, waiting for your call to connect. Adjusting the rearview mirror, your lips pull up into a soft smile as you watch Haein sleeping soundly behind youâat least you are smiling until Jihoon speaks, then your nerves take over.Â
âY/N? Is everything okay? Did you get Haein?âÂ
Rubbing your lips together, you nod before remembering Jihoon isnât in front of you. âYes, yes, of course, Mr. Lee. Sheâs napping in the car now. I justââ Pausing your brows furrowing when you realize that Jihoon had used your first name. You had heard it a few times from him, but it was so rare. âI, umïżœïżœwhere did you want me to take her? You didnât tell me.âÂ
Glancing back into his office, where Mingyu was doing his best charm routine with Lee Seokmin, Jihoon smiles at the idea of Haein napping. He was worried about her, but knowing that she was with you eased his nerves exponentially. âThere is a key to my house on the keyring for the car. You know the address, donât you?âÂ
You did know the address. You had dropped off a few things there once or twice in the time you had been his assistant, but you had never been inside for more than a few moments and never while he wasnât there and you had never gone past the foyer. âIâyes, sir. Do you haveâis someone waiting there for us? To take care of Haein? Her mother?âÂ
Wincing to your question, Jihoon runs his fingers through his hair as he paces in front of his door. He was feeling anxious; not only at your questions, but also at the fact that he wasnât in that room getting signatures on paper. âUh, no. No, could you? I mean, I know itâs not your job, but Iâd really appreciate it. Iâll leave as soon as this deal is done.âÂ
You had already pulled out of the parking lot and turned in the direction of where youâd need to go to get to Jihoonâs house, but his question had you feeling faint. He wanted you to do what? To babysit his daughter? He was taking personal assistance to another level.Â
âMe? Well⊠IâI guess so. I mean, if you need me to, trust me with something so important, sir.â You hear Jihoon scoff on the other end of the phone and you wonder if you have said something wrong. Before you are able to question him, he sighs, and his voice drops not only in volume but in tone, causing your stomach to tighten. âI trust you with everything, Y/N, so yes, I trust you with Haein.âÂ
Even after being off the phone with Jihoon for over an hour and being inside his house with his daughter tucked into her bed, you were still trying to get his voice out of your head. His words were on a loop in your head and you were feeling pathetic. Clearly, you were taking them a bit too seriously or at least in the wrong way.Â
Jihoon trusted you as his assistant. That was why he trusted you with his family. That was why he trusted you in his house without him. That was why you shouldnât snoop around, and yet you were, just a little. You couldnât help it. Lee Jihoon was a fascinating man and he sent you a single text on your way to his house.Â
Mr. Lee: Make yourself at home. Be there soon.Â
So in order to make yourself feel at home, you needed to know where things were in this large home. You had most of the layout figured out. You had easily found the kitchen and Haeinâs room with her help. Before tucking her in, you had also found her bathroom and some childrenâs tylenol to help with her fever. Now you were discovering that Jihoon had a home studio, because, of course, he did.Â
There were pictures of Haein everywhere now that you really took the time to look past the foyer, but more than that, there were pictures of her with other people. Tilting your head, you pick up a framed picture from a bookshelf, noticing how the man holding a much smaller Haein looked so much like her. He had some similarities to Jihoon, but most of all, he had Haeinâs eyes and her nose.Â
You wanted to keep studying the picture, but the sound of the front door made your heart rise into your throat as you carefully put the picture back where it belonged and moved back into the living room just in time to see Jihoon do the same. Glancing around the room, he takes a breath before he meets your eyes and lets it out with a sigh.Â
âYouâre a sight for sore eyes.â Again, you werenât going to let that go to your head. Instead, you watch as Jihoon rubs at his neck, his other hand loosening his tie as he moves towards the couch to sit down. âIs Haein sleeping? I seriously canât thank you enough for this, Miss Y/L/N.âÂ
It almost made you sad that Jihoon hadnât called you by your first name in person. You liked how it sounded on his lips, even though you shouldnât. Smoothing your hands over your borrowed shirt, you nod as you move towards where your bags waited for you in a chair next to the couch Jihoon was now occupying.Â
âShe is, it wasnât an issue, Mr. Lee.â Clearing your throat as Jihoon watches you fidget in place. âI gave her a dose of the childrenâs tylenol that was in her bathroom. She was running a bit of a fever, but I checked her a few minutes ago and it seems to be a bit better now.â Grabbing your purse, you sigh under your breath, realizing for the first time since you had arrived at Jihoonâs that you had driven his car there; yours was still at the office.Â
Jihoon tilts his head as you take out your cellphone and start scrolling, your purse resting on your forearm. âThank you for doing that... What are you doing?â You were clearly concentrating on something hard; your brows were knitted together so tight that you were almost scowling at your phone. âIâuh, ordering a ride.âÂ
Running his hand over his face, Jihoon shakes his head before leaning back on the couch and finally meeting your eyes once again. âI wonât tell you what to do, however... Iâd strongly prefer you not do that. I was hopingââÂ
The confusion is written on your face as Jihoon stops speaking, as if coming up with his words on the spot. To you, he always seemed so confident, if not a bit intimidating, when in reality, right now he was mustering his courage. âI was hoping that youâd stay for dinner and then let me get you home. Iâll have someone here to help with Haein in a couple hours, and then I can drive you to your car myself.âÂ
Glancing around the room, you take a breath and fill your cheeks with air as you consider his words. Finally meeting his eyes again, you nod and watch as a smile pulls at Jihoonâs lips, making it impossible for you not to mirror it shyly.Â
âReally? Okay⊠great. Perfectâuh yeah. Iâll go check on Haein, say hi, and, uh, be right back.â Jihoon was not only overflowing with confidence, but he was also articulate and precise. You were now watching him stumble over his words, a slight flush to his cheeks as he tapped his hand over the arm of the couch and got to his feet. Surely you were reading too much into this. You had to be, even as you watched Lee Jihoon glance over his shoulder at you, his hip knocking into a chair as he walked out of the room.Â
Sighing under his breath, Jihoon runs his fingers through his hair as he turns down the hall and is finally out of your line of sight. âReal fuckinâ smooth. Get it together.â While his words were muttered under his breath, Jihoon still feared you might hear him as he shook out his hands and took a steady breath.Â
It wasnât easy to be around you like this. At work, it was so much simpler to play into his role as your boss. He got into the zone once he stepped into the building, but here? He could really see you. He could let his eyes wander more, not that he hadnât been doing that more at the office. You were the most beautiful woman that Jihoon had ever seen and while that hadnât been the reason that he had hired you as his personal assistant, it was a bonus. The fact that you were also one of the most interesting and endearing people that he had ever met? Well, that was icing on top of the cake.Â
Carefully pushing the door to Haeinâs room open, Jihoon frowns a bit, seeing the way the girlâs brows were knitted together as she slept. She somehow looked even smaller than normal. Being as gentle as possible, Jihoon sits on the side of her bed and runs his fingers over her forehead, feeling for any signs of a lingering fever. He knew that you had given her medicine. However, parental instinct was taking over. It wasnât something that Jihoon had always possessed. It wasnât something he had even wanted, but for Haein, heâd do anything.Â
Fidgeting in her sleep, Haein turns on her side and wraps her hand around Jihoonâs as she mutters softly under her breath. It isnât clear, but Jihoon knows itâs 'daddy,â and it makes his heart beat faster. âShh, sleep, baby. Grandma will be over in a bit.âÂ
Jihoonâs voice is soft and lulls Haein back to a deeper sleep, allowing him to carefully work his hand away from hers so he can move back to his feet and towards her door. Itâs almost painful to leave her, even if he knows she needs the rest and that you are waiting for him, but a soft snore slipping from his daughterâs lips gives him the strength he needs to get moving.Â
Looking around the living room, you start to wander once again as you wait for Jihoon. There was so much to see in his home compared to what you were used to. While you had never forgotten how successful your boss was, seeing it around you made it all that more real.Â
Admiring the art on his walls, you sigh softly, not hearing him come into the room behind you, which gives him a moment to admire you. You belonged; there wasnât any way to explain how his brain was screaming that at him, but looking at you standing in his living room already wearing his shirt. Jihoonâs brain was misfiring at the image.Â
âUh, sheâs still asleep, but her fever seems to have gone down, thanks to you.â Glancing over your shoulder, you feel your cheeks heat up when you realize that Jihoon is looking at you. He was quiet, or perhaps you were just distracted, but either way, his eyes were intense as he smiled at you now.Â
âIâm glad sheâs doing better. She is very sweet.â Sighing as you lift your shoulders and drop them, and turning towards Jihoon as he moves towards the kitchen, you take a few steps towards him to follow. âI feel kinda bad for not really knowing much about her. I feel like, as your assistant, Iâve done a bad job of getting to know my boss. I didnât even know you didnât like coffee, much less that you had a daughter and a family.âÂ
Tilting his head, Jihoon smiles into a laugh as he leans to open a cabinet, taking out a pot and sitting it on the stove. âWell, I mean... In your defense, I donât really tell many people my personal details. There are a few in the office who know some things about me, butââ Clicking his tongue before laughing once again, Jihoon meets your eyes as he leans against the cabinets. âYouâll get to know me, I promise. Is ramen okay?âÂ
Watching someone cook for youâespecially ramenâisnât how you thought youâd fall head over heels for someone, but you couldnât take your eyes off Jihoon. Of course you had found him attractive before; how could you not? He looked like a million bucks at work in his suits without a tie, his hair perfectly styled. You practically drooled over him, but here in his kitchen, as you leaned against the kitchen counter, watching him push the sleeves of his button-up further up his arms as he chopped the green onions and kept an eye on the ramen coming to a boil, you were swooning.Â
âI think we can get Seokmin finalized by the end of this week.â Jihoonâs words pull you out of your domestic haze and back to the present as you finally meet his eyes, feeling your cheeks burn under his gaze. Nodding, you look away, feeling shy as you reach for the glass of water that was placed in front of you moments before. âThat would be good; I know you were itching to get him under the label. Heâs really talented.âÂ
Jihoon hums along with your words, his eyes still on you even when you look down at your glass and tap your fingers on the side. God, you were stunning. This was the longest he had ever had the chance to spend with you and he knew he was wasting it by talking about work, but he was terrified. No other woman made him as nervous as you did. It was as if he would say the wrong thing and youâd fly away like a bird.Â
âHe is. Once heâs signed, I hope to get him in the studio as soon as possible. Itâs been far too long since weâve had a new artist debut with us. His last label didnât understand his voice; I think I couldââ Jihoon watches your lips pull up into a smile as he starts to ramble, causing him to trail off. A soft laugh takes the place of his words instead as he shakes his head and reaches for an egg, cracking it into the pot in front of him. âI donât want to talk about work; I donât know why Iâm even doing it.âÂ
Tilting your head, you watch Jihoonâs hands as he discards the shell of the egg and rests his palms on the counter. âBecause itâs easy. Itâs what you know. Youâre good at your job, Mr. Lee.âÂ
Sucking his teeth, Jihoon turns from the stove and opens a cabinet in front of him to take out two bowls. âI wish you wouldnât be so formal with me. It makes me feel like I have to do it again. Just call me Jihoon, please.âÂ
The idea of calling Jihoon anything other than Mr. Lee makes your stomach tighten. You heard the others in your office call him by his first name and you had said it to yourself on occasion but never to him. The heat was rising along your neck and to your cheeks once again as you avoided Jihoonâs eyes, a soft smile on your lips. âOkay, Jihoon.âÂ
That was better than anything Jihoon had ever written or heard in his life. If there was anything that he knew, it was music. He knew how to write lyrics that would bring a grown man to tears, and yet when you said his name, that smile on your face almost broke him.Â
Letting out a breath, Jihoonâs shoulders drop before he licks his lips and forces himself back to the task at hand. Dividing the ramen between the two bowls and giving you the egg, he slides your bowl towards you and rests his elbow on the counter. âI hope you like it, Y/N.âÂ
You cant stop the quiet laugh that slips from between your lips when Jihoon calls you by your first name, your cheeks warming like a schoolgirl who has a crush. Pressing your lips together, you nod and pick up your chopsticks and see Jihoon smiling out of the corner of your eye as he waits for you to take the first bite before joining you. The food is simple and warms you from the inside out. It was something youâd make for yourself after a long day, but there was something special about it being made for you and the fact that it was made by Jihoon. âItâs delicious. Thank youâŠâÂ
Even Jihoon had to admit that this was one of his better bowls of ramen. Perhaps it tasted better because he was sharing it with you, or maybe because he had put more heart into cooking it, but the broth was the perfect level of spice and savory on his tongue. Humming as he leans over his bowl, Jihoon nods before quietly slurping the noodles into his mouth and licking his lips. âMy pleasure; the least I can do after all youâve done for me.âÂ
You hadnât done much, not in your mind. You knew that Jihoon was busy. He was always at the office before you and it seemed like while he left before the rest of the staff, there was a good reason. Now you understand that he was probably picking up Haein. He was even busier than you knew.Â
Dropping off her bag on the table next to the front door, Jihoonâs mother is surprised when he doesnât meet her. The soft hum of voices draws her closer to the kitchen, but seeing the look in her sonâs eyes as he watches you eat and smile makes her pause. She knew that she could say something and let Jihoon know that she was there, but it was the first time that she had seen her son in love and she wanted to relish it.Â
Laughing softly, Jihoon takes a sip of his Coke before nodding along with your words as he learns a bit about your life. He loved learning about youâabout your family, your wish for a pet, anything you were willing to share. It felt like time had frozen with you until something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and Jihoonâs cheeks started to flush.Â
âMomâŠâÂ
Mom? Sitting up straight, you glance in the same direction that Jihoon is looking, only for your eyes to widen to see a pretty older woman watching you both. The look on her face is kind, and her eyes are full of what seems like endearment as she laughs at both of your surprised reactions.Â
âWhy are you both acting like I caught you doing something wrong? Please eat.â Moving towards her son, Jihoonâs mother leans to kiss his cheek before she meets your eyes as you wipe your lips and adjust your clothes, trying to look as presentable as possible in front of someone so important. âWho is this beautiful girl, Jihoon?â
Sighing, Jihoon closes his eyes for a moment, hearing his motherâs words, before he opens them and meets you almost apologetically before clearing his throat. âThis is Y/N, um... Y/N Y/L/N, my assistant.âÂ
Still smiling fondly at you, Jihoonâs mother reaches across the island to offer you her hand, which you take, letting her squeeze your hand gently. âIt is such an honor to meet you, dear. Iâve never met any of Jihoonâsââ Stopping to think of the word, his mother smiles almost mischievously, turning to meet her sonâs eyes. âGirlfriends.âÂ
Opening your mouth to start to explain that you arenât his girlfriend, that you are just, as he explained, his assistant, you arenât quick enough as Jihoon moves to stand, laughing awkwardly and taking his motherâs arm. âMom, thank you for coming to help. Haein should be waking up. Iâm sure sheâll be excited to see you. We will be right back, Y/N.âÂ
Lifting your now-free hand to your lips, you nod and gesture to the dishes before sliding off your stool. âUm, okay. Iâll wash the dishes.â Jihoon turns to walk backwards, his hand still on his mother as he shakes his head. âNo, no⊠Iâll get them later. Iâll be right back.âÂ
Turning the corner with his mother in tow, Jihoon finally meets her eyes, watching her smile widen before the two are out of line of sight of you. âWhat was that?â Reaching up to adjust Jihoonâs shirt, his mother carefully buttons one more button before lifting her hand to cup his cheek. âSheâs very pretty, Jihoon.â Groaning, Jihoon rolls his eyes, turning away from his motherâs hand and opening Haeinâs door, letting her go in first. He wasnât going to admit out loud to his mother that she was right.Â
Humming along with a song in your head, you glance over your shoulder, hearing a scoff when Jihoon finally comes back to the kitchen. Clearly, you hadnât listened to him with your hands in soapy dishwater up to your forearms. âIâm almost done. There were just a few things.âÂ
âI told you Iâd do them later.â Shaking your head, you use your elbow to turn on the sink, rinsing the last bowl as Jihoon moves to your side, his hand brushing subconsciously along your back as he takes it from you and puts it on the drying rack. âI wanted to help, besides... When you get back home, Iâm sure you will have to take care of Haein, shower, and get ready for bed. Now this is done.âÂ
Sighing softly, Jihoon turns to rest his hip against the counter as you rinse the soap from your hands. This was all so domestic, and the fact that you were worried about simple things like him having the time to take a shower before bed? Jihoon was not letting that go to his head, not even a little bit.Â
âAnd what about you? Youâll have to drive all the way home before you can do any of that for yourself. I feel awful.â Offering Jihoon a smile, you dry your hands before finally meeting his eyes and realizing how close he was standing. Swallowing hard, your smile fades ever so slightly as you take a single step back and fold the towel in your hands as you shake your head once again. "Iâum, Iâll be okay. Donât worry about me.âÂ
Jihoon was realizing that was impossible. He was having a hard time taking his eyes off of you, much less his mind. His smile lifting at one corner of his lips, Jihoon nods before gesturing his head towards the kitchen entryway. "Then, in the spirit of that, let me get you to your car so I donât keep you out all night.âÂ
A shirt folded in your arms, a Coke Zero in one hand, and your bag in the other, you make your way to your desk even as Soonyoung leans back in his desk chair to get a better look at you. Over the past few weeks he was getting easier and easier to ignore, even if he was also becoming one of your best friends.Â
âNo coffee?â Lifting your brows to Soonyoungâs question, you pick up the Coke from your desk and smile at him sweetly before knocking on Jihoonâs door as the other man groans about having to get his own.Â
âCome in.âÂ
Taking a deep breath, you put a smile on your face and slide past the large door letting it close behind you. Making your way towards his desk, you carefully avoid Jihoonâs eyes until you are too close to do so. âHi, so I have your shirt and this.âÂ
Jihoon smiles as you sit the Coke Zero in front of him before moving towards his closet to hang up the borrowed shirt. âThanks, Y/N.â Nodding, you glance over your shoulder as you try to put the hanger on the rack once and then twice before finally hitting your mark. âSure, no biggie. I remembered.âÂ
His smile pulls into more of a full grin as he watches you struggle with the hanger. You were even cuter than normal, if that were possible. He had hated saying goodnight to you the night before, but he really felt like he had made progress with you. This as the most he had seen you in his office in a long time.Â
Swallowing hard, you turn on your heels and press your lips together before gesturing towards Jihoon and smiling softly. âHow is Haein feeling?âÂ
Jihoon liked this casual conversation, even if it was about his daughter. He wished youâd sit down, but even he had to remind himself that he should keep it somewhat professional at the office. Cracking open the drink in front of him, Jihoon nods and meets your eyes once again. âSheâs okay, still a bit sickly. My mom stayed with her today, butâŠâ You watch as Jihoonâs head tilts, a metaphorical lightbulb going off above his head as something occurs to him. âY/N, are you busy this evening?âÂ
When you open your mouth to speak, you close it and shake your head. A list of reasons why Jihoon would ask you about your plans goes through your head before finallyâ âCould you stay with Haein for a few hours while I go to dinner?â That wasnât on your list. He wanted you to take care of his kid while he went to dinner? What? Like on a date?Â
Swallowing hard, you push down your disappointment, forcing a smile as you nod politely. âSure, I have nothing else going on. You want me to go there after work?âÂ
Jihoon watched as your smile faded and then reappeared strained. He wouldnât make you watch Haein; he could always ask his mom to stay longer. Even if she did have plans, but he was hoping to talk with you like he had the day before. Why did you look so upset?Â
âUh, if you really donât mind. I could use the heââÂ
âNope, donât careâI mean, I donât mind. Iâll go and Iâll go now, out... you know, to work.â Gesturing your thumb towards the door, you take a few steps backwards before turning towards it as Jihoon says your name under his breath.Â
You werenât sure you had ever felt so stupid as you did working for those few hours until Jihoon told you and the rest of the main office to have a good evening. Nodding, you avoid his eyes even as Jihoon stops at your desk to sigh, muttering that he would see you once he got home.Â
Waiting until Jihoon is out of the door, Soonyoung moves from his seat and walks towards your desk with his head tilted. âAt home? What the hell is that about?âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you try to wave the man off, not wanting to talk about it, but as usual, Soonyoung wouldnât let go of something like this so easily. âStop flailing your hand at me. Are you going back over to his house? What the fuck, Y/N?âÂ
Sighing loudly, you meet Soonyoungâs eyes as you shrug, letting your pen fall from your fingers in annoyance. âTo take care of his kid while he goes to dinner. Iâm a glorified babysitter, Soonyoung.â You shake your head when he tries to argue, your hand lifting to tell him to stop. âIâm gonna go and do the right thing because I know he deserves a night out. Also, because I like Haein; sheâs sweet, but I wonât fucking lie... It sucks to know Iâm doing this so he can go on a damn date.âÂ
Pushing back hard from your desk, you donât listen as Soonyoung says your name and tries to get you to listen to reason. Instead, you push at his hand, shooting him a hurt look as you tug your purse up from the floor and onto your arm. âY/N, I think youâre misunderstandââÂ
âStop patronizing me. Iâm not stupid.â Shaking his head, Soonyoung stands up to walk behind you, feeling bad for teasing you. âIâm not! Itâs not even aââ The door closing in Soonyoungâs face stops him from going further, the end of his sentence said to the wooden door. âDate.âÂ
Leaning back in his chair, Mingyu props his feet up on his desk and shakes his head at the display while Soonyoung runs his fingers through his hair. âYou fucked up.âÂ
âMe?! I think Jihoon fucked up. She thinks heâs going on a date. He needs to talk to that woman or sheâs gonna quit. Heâs stringing her along.â Mingyu couldnât argue with Soonyoung, and he shared his fondness for you. Jihoonâs previous assistants were never a good fit. Either they were overly zealous or lazy. One had even leaked company information to another label, but then you got the job and everything flowed like water.Â
âYeah, well⊠Heâll figure it out. Or we will just kill him.âÂ
That Soonyoung could agree with.Â
âMiss Y/N, will you make me sâgetti?âÂ
You had gotten to Jihoonâs house in a sour mood, but quickly found that when you were around Haein, you couldnât be upset. She was so different from the previous day. It was obvious that she was starting to feel better, and her personality was really starting to shine. She was like a little bright light in your dark evening.Â
ââCourse, as long as you guys have the stuff for it.â Pursing your lips, you open the pantry doors and sigh at the amount of groceries available to you. Of course, Lee Jihoon would have a stocked kitchen. You donât know why you even considered anything different.Â
Pulling a few things from the pantry and then more from the fridge, you glance into the living room as Haein pulls a brush through her doll's hair and hums under her breath. You had found yourself smiling fondly at everything the girl had done, even when it was the smallest thing. She could show you that she could tie her shoe and you were praising her like a proud family member. âWhatâs your doll's name, Haein?âÂ
Smiling at you from the couch, Haein lifts the doll to show it off as she moves to her knees. âI used to call her Kimmie, but I like your name better. That okay?â Biting your lip as you push the hamburger meat around in the pan in front of you, you feel your heart tighten in your chest at the little girl's words. âMmhm, thatâs okay with me.âÂ
Your phone had gone off a few times in the night. From the time that you had left the office to the time that you had put a bowl of spaghetti in from Haein, you had been ignoring it. You didnât need to check it to know it was probably Jihoon. It wasnât like he didnât know you were here. His mother had been here when you had gotten here; she had said goodbye to Haein and you knew there were security cameras in Jihoonâs house. You just didnât find yourself wanting to talk to him while he was on a date with some girl. It wasnât until the tenth buzz from your phone on the kitchen counter as you put leftovers into a container, you let out an annoyed breath and turned the phone over to read your texts.Â
Lee Jihoon: Thank you again for helping me out. I owe you big time
Lee Jihoon: Soonyoung said you were upset when you left. Is everything okay?
Lee Jihoon: Y/N?Â
Lee Jihoon: Are you mad at me?
Lee Jihoon: Could we talk when I get home?
Lee Jihoon: How is Haein? Are you guys doing okay?
Lee Jihoon: I checked the camera. I hate doing that. Seems like you guys are having a good time
Lee Jihoon: Feels like you are ignoring my texts on purpose
Lee Jihoon: What did I do???
Lee Jihoon: We are going to talk.Â
Shaking your head, you send a single text message back to Jihoon before slipping your phone into your pocket and making your way over to the couch and Haein. âWhat are we watching?â Giggling, Haein tells you about her Barbie movie and you listen even as you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Your stomach in knots, you sigh softly and offer the girl beside you a smile as she adjusts to sit against you, her head against your shoulder, before pulling your arm around her tightly.Â
Y/N: Haein is doing great. No need to rush back. Enjoy your date, Mr. Lee.Â
Lee Jihoon: Be home soon, Miss Y/L/N.Â
You didnât give your phone much more thought; instead, you focused on Haein as she shifted against you to lay in your lap. Your eyes are moving between her and the movie as your fingers brush her hair back from her face. You watch as her eyes slowly close and her breaths become steady and softer, sleep taking her attention from the movie.Â
Sighing softly, you feel your chest tighten at the sight of the little girl asleep in your lap, but more so at the feeling it gives you. You enjoy being close to her. You like that she is happy and feels comfortable enough to sleep. Despite only knowing her for a short time, you find yourself getting attached to Haein.Â
Shrugging his coat off, Jihoon furrows his brows tightly as he moves through the house towards the living room and the sound of the television. He was frustrated that you hadnât been answering his messages, but that last message from you had told him more than enough about why you were acting the way you were.Â
He knew how he felt about you, even if it was a little terrifying for him, but if you were going to sulk and avoid him thinking that he was on a date, clearly you felt something for him too. With a plan in mindâto address the problem head-on right awayâJihoon moves into the room, only to stop in his tracks at the sight in front of him. His plan goes right out the window when he sees your fingers lazily brushing through Haeinâs hair as she sleeps in your lap. Now there was no way he could avoid how he felt about you, not when you were the picture of everything he wanted in his life right in front of his eyes.Â
âY/NâŠâ Jihoonâs soft voice causes your brows to furrow as you sit up slightly, only to feel his fingers slide along your shoulders to keep you from moving to quickly and startling Haein. âSorry, I didnât mean to scare you. Donât wake her. She looks so peaceful.â Leaning over your shoulder, Jihoon smiles brightly as he carefully guides his fingers along the side of yours over Haeinâs head with a sigh. âShe looks happy.âÂ
Jihoon had never been this close to you before and with where he had just come from, you find yourself leaning your head away from his cheek to give him space before moving your hand from his daughterâs head. âMm, I hope she is. I can let you take her so I can get out of the way.âÂ
Rolling his eyes, Jihoon sighs as he turns his head towards you to meet your eyes. âYou arenât in the way, Y/N. Would you stop this? Youâve avoided my messages all evening. I want to talk about whatâs going on, but I do want to get Haein in her room first.â Lifting his brows, Jihoon waits for you to nod before he stands back to his full height and moves around the couch to slide his arms under her, pulling her against his chest.Â
Glancing over his shoulder as he takes a step towards the hall, Jihoon swallows hard, hearing you shift behind him. âPlease donât leave, okay? For me? Give me like five minutes to put my daughter in her bed and then Iâll be back.â You wanted to tell him no and leave, but the look on his face and the way he phrased his words made you settle back into the couch with another nod.Â
Jihoon kept his promise and less than five minutes later, you watched a less put-together Lee Jihoon make his way back into the living room. Running his fingers through his hair, he then unbuttons his sleeves and pushes them up to his elbows before finally meeting your eyes allowing you to see how nervous he really is.Â
âIâm pretty tired, Mr. Lee. I should be getting home sooââÂ
âI wasnât on a date, Y/N.â
It isnât just Jihoon cutting you off that makes you stop, but also what he has to say. Tilting your head, you shift nervously on the couch as he sits down next to you, closer than you anticipate. âThatâs what you wrote me. Your last text... To enjoy my date? I was out for a business dinner with Seokmin and his manager. I havenât been on a date in over two years.âÂ
It was none of your business. He didnât need to tell you this and you shouldnât have even said anything. You feel guilt sitting on your shoulders as you look down at your hands and push your fingers into your palm. âOh⊠Well, you donât owe me any explanations.â
You were so devastatingly beautiful and frustrating at the same time. Scoffing, Jihoon shakes his head as his eyes stay fixed on your fingers as you nervously dig them into your palm. âClearly I do, and I should have just explained it before when I asked you to stay with Haein tonight. There are a lot of things I need to explain to you, I think, based on how you are reacting and how Soonyoung said you left at work.âÂ
Now you feel like a fool. Embarrassment washes over you and you lift your head, meeting Jihoonâs eyes. âIâm sorry. Iâmâthatâs so⊠God. I am so embarrassed, Jihoon. I donât know whatâs wrong with me today. I acted like a child when I left work; I said stupid shit.âÂ
You watch a smirk pull at Jihoonâs lips before he glances down and nods. Obviously, Soonyoung had told him what had happened, perhaps in detail. âMade me realize that Iâm maybe not alone in feeling something between us. If you can get that jealous over the idea of a date.âÂ
Heat rises along your neck and into your face as you look away from Jihoon at what his words imply. Pressing your lips together, you furrow your brows as your brain goes from misfiring to giving you approximately a hundred reasons to bolt for the door, including the fact that Jihoon is your boss.Â
âAm I wrong? âCause I like you, Y/N. I mean, fuckâI really like you.â Trying to hide your smile, you lift your hand, pushing at your lips, before Jihoonâs fingers wrap gently around your wrist, pulling your hand down to your lap as he whispers your name to get you to look at him. âCome on, talk to me.âÂ
Shaking your head, you swallow hard as Jihoonâs thumb moves in a circle in your palm, keeping you grounded. âIâyouâre my boss and... well, you have a daughter. I mean, not that I wouldnât date someone with a kid, what Iâm sayinâI mean.â Taking a breath you try to relax before nodding and starting over. âI donât want to mess things up at work or for Haein. Iâm sure she has feelings about her mother, wherever she is, and seeing her father with someone else might be really confusing.âÂ
Tilting his head, Jihoon nods along with you as you finally get your concerns out. Laying your hand on his leg, he slides his fingers along your hand and brings them together, lightly scratching your skin. âWell, first of all, Iâm the CEO so I can do whatever I want, but there are also three employees in the main office, Y/N. They donât give a fuck. The other employees have never even met me face-to-face.âÂ
Daring to spread to your fingers to catch Jihoonâs letting him hold your hand, a smile spreads over his face as he glances down at your hands and clicks his tongue against his teeth. âTwo, this goes along with things I need to explain about myself. A lot of people donât know my personal life. They donât need to, but you do. Haein isâŠfuck, how do Iââ Sighing, Jihoon leans his head back as he tries to think of the right words before nodding and meeting your eyes. âSheâs my niece.âÂ
Jihoon watches confusion flash across your face as you tilt your head so he is quick to continue. âBut she is my daughter. I know itâs confusing. I adopted her after my brother passed away three years ago. He and his wife were in an accident andââ Sighing, Jihoon tilts his head and you notice the way his brow furrows and the strain in his voice. Shifting closer, you close your hand around his and lift your other hand, timidly reaching to brush Jihoonâs hair from his cheek as a smile pulls at his lips for the kind gesture, making it easier to go on. âHaein was already my goddaughter, so when she lost them, I didnât want her to know loneliness.âÂ
Leaning into your touch, Jihoon lets out another breath with a quiet, kind laugh as he lifts his hand to push his thumb against your pout. âDonât be sad. We are okay; you can see that. One day, when she is ready, Iâll explain it all to her. She already sees the pictures of them, but she just doesnât know who they really are. I donât want to confuse her, so she knows me as her dad.âÂ
Every negative feeling you had been feeling about Jihoon now makes your stomach twist with guilt. You would have never imagined that someone like him would do something like that for his brotherâs child and make sure that she had the perfect life, but here he was and Haein was living that life.Â
âJihoon⊠Sheâs so lucky to have you as her dad. She loves you so much.âÂ
Smiling, Jihoon nods a bit before his nose wrinkles playfully as he glances towards the hallway and to where Haeinâs room is. âI love her. Sheâs my world, and I spoil her too much. Sheâs gonna be a nightmare as a teenager.âÂ
Your laugh is music to Jihoonâs ears and makes his heart beat faster. Sliding his fingers along your hand to your wrist, Jihoon sighs softly and licks his lips as his eyes drop to yours and your pretty smile. âGo out with me tomorrow.âÂ
Rubbing your lips together, your laugh falls silent on your lips at Jihoonâs question and how he is looking at you. The air feels thicker and more electric with his touch and you find yourself wanting to lean in and feel his breath against your lips as his eyes drift to yours one more time.Â
âWhere?â Now you were being coy, but Jihoon found it endearing. Smirking, he tilts his head and shifts closer to you, trailing his fingers along your arm feeling the chillbumbs erupt under his touch. âSomeplace nice, dinner. Let me take you on a date, Miss Y/L/N.âÂ
Shivering, the chillbumps spreading over your entire body, you nod, letting out a slow breath, almost afraid to speak, knowing words would be difficult. You almost want to ask Jihoon to kiss you, but you know itâs too quick and he seems to know it too as he leans back and lifts his hand. to trail the back of his fingers over your warm cheek. âGood. Iâll pick you up at 6 tomorrow. Let me walk you to the door; you said you were tired.âÂ
Your entire day had been filled with one thought. What does someone wear on a date with their boss? You had asked friends and family, and you even considered asking Soonyoung for his advice. As the hours ticked by, you found yourself standing in front of your mirror in at least ten different outfits before finally landing on one that you didnât hate.Â
Jihoon, on the other hand, had turned to Soonyoung, though he had quickly regretted it. Watching the other man from his mirror, Jihoon rolled his eyes as Soonyoung made a disapproving face at yet another shirt that he pulled from his closet. âYou donât like anything I own.âÂ
"Well, everything you own is boring as fuck.â Smiling quickly to cover up the end of his cursing, Soonyoung glances towards the bedroom down and out into the other room to watch Haein playing with her grandmother. âY/N is classy. Sheâs sexy. She deserves something different than what you wear every single day.âÂ
Shaking his head, Jihoon pushes his shirt back into the closet with a sigh before pulling out another and holding it up, getting a head tilt from Soonyoung. âNot bad; try it on. I like the bit of pattern; itâd be better if it wasnât so subtle.Â
Cursing under his breath, Jihoon tugs his shirt over his head and pulls the button up over his arms, quickly buttoning it up almost all the way when Soonyoung groans. âLeave it unbuttoned more than that, you prude. Show her some chest; give her the goods.âÂ
âJesus Christ⊠Why did I ask you to come over?âÂ
âBecause Iâm your best friend and I have good fashion sense.âÂ
Jihoon rolls his eyes as he undoes two buttons and turns towards the mirror, adjusting his shirt, tucking it into his dress pants and tilting his own head. He hated to admit it, but Soonyoung was right; the shirt looked pretty damn good on him.Â
Tugging at the end of your dress as you sit on your couch, you whine under your breath and watch the minutes tick down. You had wanted to just meet Jihoon at the restaurant but he had insisted on picking you up. It seemed he had wanted you to have the full first date experience with him and it was making you feel almost queasy as you waited.
You had made Jihoon tell you what restaurant he was taking you to so that you could look over the menu in advance, and despite the prices not being listed, you had a good idea of what to order. You had even gone as far as to look up reviews of the place, only to put your phone face down on your coffee table, not wanting to see any more words like worth the price, romantic, once in a lifetime experience. Those were words you didnât associate with yourself.Â
Shaking his hands out, Jihoon looks up at your apartment building and puffs up his cheeks before taking the first step towards the door. It had been a long time since he had been on a date and even longer since he had been on one with someone he actually cared so much about. The last date had been a blind date set up by guys in the office and while the woman had been nice enough, she was nothing like you.Â
Jihoon could remember how awkward the conversation had been. He hadnât meant to be so difficult and he honestly felt horrible by the end of the date and apologized. No day with you had ever been like that. Every single conversation Jihoon had ever had with you had been as easy as breathing for him. The awkward silences were shared by both before the two of you would smile and laugh filling the space. Even the idea brings a smile to his face and makes Jihoonâs skin erupt in chillbumps as he searches for your apartment number and last name before pressing the call button.Â
You hadnât realized how intently you had been staring at your coffee table until the buzzer for your apartment went off. Putting your hand against your chest, you feel your heart beating hard and fast as you take a deep, calming breath. With one last glance to the clock, you nod and speed walk towards the intercom next to your door, clearing your throat before pressing the button and smiling into your words. âIâll be right down, Jihoon.âÂ
Your voice makes Jihoon almost melt on the spot. You were smiling; he could hear it and he couldnât wait to see it. Nodding, he takes a step back and leans against the railing as he glances up at the sky, enjoying the colors. The sun had started to set, so there was this perfect mixture of pink, blue, and gold that almost looked like a painting. Jihoon finds himself hoping youâll hurry down so he can share the moment with you and even as the thought passes through his mind, he laughs, feeling his cheeks heat up. He was falling for you hard.Â
Sliding your jacket over your shoulders, you quickly walk to the elevator and tap the toe of your shoe against the floor as you watch the numbers go down slower than they ever had. You knew it was a trick of your mind that the elevator wasnât going slower than it did on any normal day, but knowing that Lee Jihoon was waiting for you made the world slow down and you wanted to see him. After spending your entire day both dreading and being excited about this date, now you were more excited than anything.Â
When the doors to the elevator open, letting you see the main doors of your apartment complex, you take a deep breath, seeing Jihoon looking up at the sky. If you werenât worried that he would start to worry where you were, you might take a picture of him through the glass doors. There was something incredibly picturesque and handsome about him with the sunset on the horizon behind him, the trees on the other side of the street, and the way his hair was framing his perfect face.Â
Commiting the moment to memory instead, you push the door open and lower your eyes, feeling instantly shy when a quiet gasp escapes Jihoonâs lips when he sees you for the first time that evening. What you had chosen to wear was nothing special but to Jihoon, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life. You were wearing a black bodycon dress that came to your mid-thigh and a light brown long jacket that fell under the length of your dress. Even down to your shoes, black heels that no one else would probably think to look at, Jihoon was taking in every detail before he tried to meet your eyes.Â
âY/NâŠâ Whining at the sound of your name on his lips, you avoid his gaze until Jihoonâs fingers gently rest under your chin and lift your head so he can finally meet you eye to eye. âYou are stunning, holy shit. IâI have to...calm down.âÂ
You laugh so quietly and so sweetly that Jihoonâs attempt to calm down fails. A soft groan slips from between his lips before he rubs his fingers over his lips and shakes his head, moving his hand from your face to your hand and lacing his fingers with yours. âCome on, beautiful. I promised you dinner.âÂ
You had been right about the restaurant that Jihoon had wanted to take you to. It was fancy and not something you had ever expected to experience. The food was indulgent and the wine tasted expensive, but more importantly, Jihoon couldnât keep his eyes off of you.Â
More than once you had found yourself mid-conversation meeting his eyes and your cheek burning as he all but stared at you in awe. You would watch Jihoon smile and let out a soft embarrassed laugh at getting caught before he would just shake his head and sigh your name under his breath.Â
âIâm sorry, you are just so beautiful.âÂ
âJihoon⊠please.âÂ
âWhat? Itâs true. Iâve spent the last month trying to keep that to myself and now seeing you like this and knowing that Iâm actually on a date with youâŠâ Jihoon hisses into his words before sipping at his wine to keep himself in check. You watch his tongue swipe over his lips before he meets your eyes once again. âIâm so lucky.âÂ
Shifting in your seat, you grab your own wine and take a drink to mostly hide your face and how overwhelmed you are. You had never had a man treat you the way Jihoon was. He had tried at the beginning of the date to be confident and collected but the longer he sat in front of you, the mask fell away and to Jihoon, there was no one else in the room besides you and him. No one else mattered.Â
âYou need to eat. Your food is going to get cold, Jihoon.â Smiling at your words, Jihoon glances down at his half-eaten plate and sucks at his teeth. You were right, but that didnât make it any easier to focus on something that wasnât you. You were the type of beauty that inspired Jihoon to write songs and he had been composing in his brain from the moment you stepped through the doors of your apartment.Â
âMm, yes, maâam.âÂ
Watching Jihoon finally take another bite of his food, you press your lips together and swallow another sip of your wine. He was so different than the Jihoon you knew from work. The CEO Lee Jihoon could be almost terrifying when he wanted to be. He was stern and to the point. You had seen him reduce people to tears, but the man in front of youâyou believed he would do anything for you if you asked. He would be on his knees for you, waiting with baited breath if youâtaking a deep breath, you push the thought from your mind as you tip your wine glass back and empty the last of your wine into your mouth.Â
Jihoon wasnât the type of guy to try to invite himself into a girlâs place on the first date, but when you asked him if he wanted to come in for something to drink, he also wasnât going to be an idiot and say no. He didnât want the night to end yet. He didnât need anything more with you; he might want it, but he wasnât going to force it. Jihoon was just thrilled that you trusted him enough to invite him in in the first place.Â
âListen, my apartment is small. Itâs nothing fancy, like seriously, my apartment could fit in your pool.â Smiling as he walked off the elevator behind you, his eyes moving over your legs and up your back, Jihoon shook his head and let out a slow breath. âNone of that matters to me, Y/N. Stop worrying about stuff like that. Iâm just happy to be with you for a little while longer.âÂ
Your heart was in your throat, not just at Jihoonâs words but at the idea of having him in your apartment. You knew it was a big deal and you knew what you were doing. No, it didnât have to go anywhere besides just drinks and conversation, but you were beginning to hope that it would. You werenât normally like this. You rarely brought men back to your apartment on the first date, but there was something about Jihoon and knowing that he was so busy at work and away from it that made you selfish and wanting just a little more time with him.Â
Whining under your breath, you push your front door open and step inside, flicking the lights on as you kick your heels off beside the door before glancing back at Jihoon as he steps inside. He doesnât fit and yet he does. Nothing about him screams small and cozy apartment, and yet he doesnât look completely out of place in your space. He doesnât look uncomfortable; instead, he looks at ease as he places his shoes next to yours and slips his jacket off.Â
Everything about your apartment screamed you in Jihoonâs opinion. From the way you decorated to the way it smelled like your perfume, he was drowning in it happily. Moving into the living room, Jihoon quickly scans over the books on your shelf before finally meeting your eyes with a smile as you hang up your jacket along with his. You bite at your bottom lip and he can tell you are nervous. He was too, but there was something else that was bubbling inside of him that was bigger than his nerves every time he looked at you.Â
âUm, I have wine, beer, probably the stuff for shitty margaritas.â Scratching at your neck, you walk into your kitchen, where Jihoon can no longer see you, but he can hear you as you rummage through your fridge. âWater, Cokeâitâs not Coke Zero though, and I have milk.âÂ
Laughing under his breath, Jihoon lowers himself down on your couch and rubs his hands together, looking over the room once again at the pictures on the walls and your shelf. âWhatever you are having, as long as itâs not the Coke.âÂ
Jihoon smiles hearing your laugh even from a room away. He can still hear the sounds of you doing things in the kitchen and he has the urge to go help you, but he doesnât want to crowd you or make you uncomfortable so he stays where he is. Just when he starts missing you, wanting to see your pretty face, you round the corner and lift two wine glasses, showing him the white wine you have poured for the two of you to share.Â
âHope this is okay. I know we had red at the restaurant, and I can promise this is cheap and probably disgusting... But itâs wine nonetheless.â Offering him one of the glasses, you sit on the couch near him, leaving plenty of space out of nerves. Jihoon takes the glass and instantly looks down at the space between the two of you, letting out a soft laughing sigh as he shakes his head and takes a sip of the wine. âThe wine is okay; what isnât is how far you are from me.âÂ
You bite your bottom lip as Jihoon shifts closer to you, his leg against yours causing you to lower your eyes to your wine before he says your name, drawing your gaze upwards to meet his. âIf you want me to move, I will, but Iâis it wrong of me to want to be close to you? You are so beautiful, itâs killing me. I know Iâve stared at you all night and I should apologize for thatââÂ
âNo, no, itâs okay. You can stay here; please donât move. I like it. I like when you look at me; it justâitâs a lot. You look at me like...â You trail off and laugh, looking away to take a sip of your wine before furrowing your brows, trying to think of the right words. Jihoon sighs, letting you have a moment to compose yourself, but in the silence he canât help the way his eyes move over your face and down your body, landing on your hand that rests on your leg.Â
Wrapping his fingers around your wrist, Jihoon turns your hand in his and strokes your arm gently, smiling when he feels chillbumps erupt under his touch and hears you take a sharp breath into your words. âItâs like Iâm the only person in the world.âÂ
Nodding, Jihoon lifts his eyes to yours once again and leans to put his wine glass down on a coaster. Lifting his brows, Jihoon asks for silent permission to touch you as his fingers hover near your face. When you nod, he trails them along your cheek before gliding his thumb to your jawline. âYou are, especially right now. Of course, Haein will always come first for me, but I have a feeling you understand that.âÂ
You nod and Jihoon smiles, letting his thumb barely ghost over your lips, feeling them part, a soft breath of air meeting his skin before he moves his hand to your neck and down to your shoulder and finally trailing his fingers along your bare arm and back down to your hand. âBut you are so important to me. Over the time that Iâve gotten to know you, itâs been hard not to tell you all the things Iâve told you tonight.â
Shifting on the couch, you pout, and Jihoonâs name slips from your lips as he takes your wine from your hand, putting it on the table with his own, feeling a shift in the air with his confession. âI know itâs a lot and itâs fast considering where this might go, but I have to say it because Iâm falling for you.â Shaking his head, Jihoon leans his head back with a half laugh and half sigh before correcting himself. âIâve been falling for you the entire time I've known you. Iâve just been scared to death. Between everything, our previous relationship, and what you know about my daughter nowâŠâÂ
It makes sense, all of his concerns. You share them and more of your own. But to say that you hadnât been falling for Jihoon over the time you had been working for him and then even more so since you had met Haein and been introduced into his homelife, would be the biggest lie you had ever told anyone or yourself in your life.Â
âWhat ifâif this doesnât work out?â You speak so quietly that you arenât sure youâve spoken out loud or that Jihoon will hear you, but he does. Nodding along with your words, he furrows his brows and leans forward as his thumb moves in small circles over your wrist, trying to calm your worries. âI donât think in what-ifs usually, but for you this time I will entertain it. If things donât work out, we will figure it out together. I know how I feel about you and I donât have doubts. I know how much Haein adores you, so I donât have doubts about that either. I just need to know how you feel, Y/N.âÂ
His certainty makes your head spin and your heart quicken. Taking a deep breath, you slide your hand towards Jihoon's, letting your nails scratch lightly over his palm as you nod and puff up your cheeks slightly. Smiling at how beautiful and cute you can be at the same time, Jihoon lifts his free hand to pinch lightly at your puffed up cheek, feeling you let out your breath when you finally do speak up.Â
âI like you so much. If I asked you to kiss me, would you?âÂ
Jihoon hadnât expected you to ask him for anything physical, but there was no way in hell he was going to deny you. Sliding his hand from your cheek to your hairline, Jihoon whispers yes as he leans in, waiting to see if you are going to ask him. When you whine, wanting him to just do it, Jihoon laughs and nudges his nose against yours. âI was waiting for you to ask.âÂ
âJihoon, please! Just kiss me, oh my god.â And with that, his lips press against yours, taking your words and breath away in an instant. Melting into his touch, you whine into the kiss, your hands sliding to find something to hold on to. One hand clings to Jihoonâs forearm as the other finds his chest and grips his shirt loosely, pulling him closer to you and drawing a small groan from his lips and into yours.Â
Jihoonâs head was spinning with only thoughts of yours and how good you felt against his lips. He had known the kiss would be better than he could ever imagine, but even he couldnât have anticipated it being this good. He was already struggling to keep himself in check as your fingers lightly scratched at his chest through his shirt while your tongue brushed against his. Your sweet, breathy moans going straight to his cock that was quickly getting harder in his pants.Â
âShit, babâY/N.â Stopping himself before he calls you anything besides your name, Jihoon pulls back from the kiss, feeling you chase his lips. He didnât want to stop kissing you, but this had quickly gone from a kiss to a make-out session on your couch. âI donât want to do anything you donât want. So if we need to slow downâŠâÂ
You loved that Jihoon was being respectful. You adored that he was such a sweet gentleman, but right now you didnât want him to stop. Your lips were starting to feel numb from his kiss and it had you aching between your thighs for him. You had asked him for a kiss. Could you ask for more?
Lowering your lashes, you suck on your bottom lip and look up at Jihoon through your lashes, seeing the lustful look in his eyes that matches your own. âI donât want to slow down, Jihoon. Iâplease? Can weâŠâÂ
There was something about you not even being able to say the words out loud that made Jihoon feel like he was going insane. You seemed so innocent, so pure. Groaning under his breath, Jihoon runs his fingers along your cheek and into your hairline once again before resting his forehead against yours. Licking his lips, he nods and slides his free hand along your side to test the waters and how serious you are until he reaches your hip and squeezes lightly.Â
âHm? Can we, what? What do you want, pretty girl?â Titling his head, Jihoon brushes his lips against yours, hearing you whine when he pulls them away to press a kiss on your warm cheek, speaking against your skin. âGotta tell me.âÂ
Embarrassment rushes through you, and you whimper Jihoonâs name, grabbing at his shirt, muttering under your breath too low to make out. Shaking his head, Jihoon cants his head towards your mouth and shivers at the feeling of your warm breath when you repeat yourself. âTake me to bed?âÂ
Again, you were so innocent. You didnât ask him to fuck you. You didnât even ask him to sleep with you or to make love. You simply asked to be taken to bed. There were so many ways to interrupt that, but Jihoon knew what you meant. âOkay, baby. Is that okay? If I call you that?âÂ
Nodding, you watch Jihoon stand up as he offers his hand to you, which you take so he can help you to your feet. Feeling your knees shake a bit, you are happy for the arm that moves around your waist when Jihoon leans to brush his lips behind your ear, a playful laugh leaving his lips when you lean against him, letting him hold you upright. âI got you. Which room are we going to, baby?âÂ
Once Jihoon has you through the threshold of your bedroom, you finally move on your own towards your bed, reaching for a lighter to light the candle next to your bed. Jihoon glances around as the wick on the candle comes to life, providing just enough light in the room that he can look around and take in his surroundings.Â
If he had thought your apartment was you, your bedroom was like getting a look inside of you. The smell of your perfume was the strongest in this room and even in the low candlelight, Jihoon could see that the colors of the room, down to the bedding, were the perfect shade for you.Â
âIs that okay? I just want to be able to see you a little bit and the moon isnât very bright tonight.â Smiling at your words, Jihoon nods as he undoes the buttons at his wrists while you sit on the side of your bed looking up at him, again so innocentlyâjust like an angel. âItâs perfect and it smells just like you in here. Feels like Iâm swimming in you; I might drown.âÂ
You knew that Jihoon wrote songsâno, you knew that he wrote poetry. To say that you were a fan of the music that he had composed and produced would be an understatement, but you kept yourself composed while you were at work and when you were blessed to hear something in advance and it was him singing. Hearing Jihoon say something like he might drown in you was like hearing him sing his lyrics in person to you, and now it was you who was drowning.Â
âYou canât say things like that.âÂ
Watching you hide your face, Jihoon laughs, moving towards the bed to step between your knees. Lifting your head, his fingers lightly holding your face under your chin, he watches how big your eyes get as they meet his and he almost melts under your gaze. âWhy not, baby? Itâs true.âÂ
Shifting your legs as far apart as you can with your dress still snug around your thighs, you whine to the feeling of Jihoonâs fingers on your skin as you gain the courage to reach out and touch him. With one hand you wrap your fingers around his wrist and the other you rest it on his stomach, catching one of his shirt buttons under your nail.Â
âCause it makes me shy. Iâm already so shy around you. Canât you justâplease?â You were doing it again, not using full sentences and expecting Jihoon to fill in the blanks. Luckily for you and Jihoon, his imagination was running wild with all the things he wanted to do to you and with you.Â
âYeah, I can. God, you are so pretty.â Jihoonâs fingers walk the line from your neck to your shoulder, where the strap of your dress rests. Carefully working his fingers under it, Jihoon lifts his brows like a question as he tries to take another step forward only to meet resistance and to look down at the tight skirt of your dress. âThis dress is so beautiful on you, Y/N, but itâs gotta go. Can Iâmm, can I take it off you?âÂ
You knew the question would be asked and you wanted him to take your dress off, but hearing the words made your stomach flip and your heart race. Nodding quickly, you bite at your lips and shift on the bed so quickly that Jihoon canât help but to chuckle as he takes a step back and leans down as he shakes his head and catches your lips in a soft kiss. âSlow down, pretty girl. Iâll do it. Let me do it; I want to.âÂ
Speaking on Jihoonâs lips, you relax under his hands as Jihoon slides them along your outer thighs to where your dress sits tight against your skin. âOkay, Hoon.â You donât even mean to shorten his name, but you already feel drunk off him as soon as his fingers press under the end of your dress and start to shimmy it up your body inch by inch.Â
Smiling against your lips at the shortening of his name, Jihoon leans over your body, laying your back on the bed, feeling you lift your hips as his hands reach them. He only pulls away from your lips to make it easier to get your dress off, but the sight isnât one he ever wants to forget as you arch your back and bite at your lips, giving him the honor of taking off your dress and completely leaving you in your lingerie.Â
Jihoon swallows hard as his eyes move over you slowly. He hadnât told you what his favorite color was and yet you were lying on your bed covered in it. Red lace adorns your body in all the right places, leaving just the right amount to his imagination as he gives into temptation and trails the back of his fingers between your breasts, over your stomach, and stops just on top of your clothed pussy.Â
âThe most gorgeous fucking woman in the universe, I swear to God. Baby, look at you. I almost donât want to take any of this off of you.â Your cheeks and neck burn from Jihoonâs overwhelming attention as he moves his fingers back up your body, stopping to squeeze your hips and then ghosting each of your breasts, causing your nipples to harden. âDid you know this is my favorite color? Even more so now. Iâll imagine it on you all the fucking time now.âÂ
Turning your face from Jihoon, you smile once again feeling shy even though you are enjoying his words and his attention. The sound of Jihoonâs laugh makes your skin feel like itâs on fire, especially when his lips hover over your collarbone once he is able to stand between your legs, finally close enough to gain access to any part of you he wants. âYou are so shy. God, itâs so cute, so sweet. Itâs killing me. What am I gonna do with you?âÂ
You knew what you wanted him to do with you, but as much as you wanted to rush him and to get him inside of you there was something in your brain stopping you from doing that as Jihoonâs fingers turned your face back towards him to watch him stand back up in front of you. Your mouth falls open slightly as your eyes stay fixed on him, his nimble fingers carefully undoing the expensive shirt that you had admired more than once through out your date, and while you love the shirt on him you find that you love it on your floor even more.Â
âOh my godâŠâ The soft exclaim leaving your lips makes Jihoon smirk, his ego inflating even slightly as he drops his shirt in the floor leaving him shirtless in front of you. He knew he was in shape, he worked hard on it and he had seen you look at him in his tanktops early in the morning at the office more than once to know you would be interested in seeing him like this. Running his hand along his abs, Jihoon grabs his belt and undoes it quickly as you squeeze you thighs together only for you to whimper when he pushes his knee between your knees and shakes his head.Â
âAs much as I want to see those panties get ruined, I wanna be the one doing it. Be a good girl for me and keep those thighs apart for me. Iâm almost done, baby.â Nodding as you do as you are told, Jihoon moves his leg back and unbuttons his pants sucking on his bottom lip as he pushes them down in one swift motion. âThatâs better. Now we are even, right?âÂ
You didnât want him wearing anything. You could see the outline of his cock and it was making you equally shocked and feral. You wanted to get on your knees for him and show him what you could do with it, but at the same time you were too stunned to move, so instead you just nod and lick your lips feeling your mouth starting to water.Â
Jihoon could understand the feeling as you lick your lips. He was doing the same looking at you, his eyes falling between your legs. He hadnât been lying about wanting to ruin your panties. All he could think about was how wet you might be for him. He knew he was being cocky in hoping you might be soaking through your lace, but with how you were acting, he had a feeling he wasnât that far off.Â
âCan I touch you? Are you still okay, baby? Wanna keep going? I wonât make youââ Hearing you whine his name, Jihoon laughs understanding your answer to all his questions. âI just wanted to ask, angel. Trust me, I wanna keep going. Fuck, let me get you on this bed.âÂ
Gasping, you are surprised when Jihoon lifts at your hips and scoots you on the bed shifting you into the middle with almost no effort. Meeting your widened eyes, he grins moving to place one knee next to yours and the other between your knees as he looks down at you like you are a five course meal. âDidnât think Iâd move you?âÂ
âIâ-you could have let me do it myselfâŠâ Shaking his head, Jihoon lift his hand to your shoulder pulling the strap of your bra down your arm before leaning to press his lips to your skin listening to your soft moans as he speaks against your soft skin. âIâd never ask you to do a damn thing when we are in bed. Iâm gonna have you so fucking spoiled, baby.âÂ
Arching off the bed, you grab at the bedding under and carefully run your fingers through Jihoonâs hair for the first time as his lips find the swell of your breast over your lace. You moan not only to his words, the feeling of his lips against your skin, but also the feeling of his hair in between your fingers. You find yourself wanting to run your fingers through his hair all the time, not just in moments like this, but also when the two of you are watching a movie, laying in bed ready to sleep, or while heâs workingâŠ
Pushing the thought from your mind, you let out a soft cry when Jihoonâs teeth rake over your nipple, his fingers tugging your bra down from one breast so he can have access to your bare skin. âFuck⊠You are so soft.â Swallowing hard at his own words, Jihoon shakes his head and runs his tongue around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth with a groan hearing your breathy sighs of pleasure.Â
He wanted to have his lips on every single inch of your body if possible. If he could do it all at once he would, but he knew that was impossible so he was taking his time. Reaching behind your arched back, Jihoon undoes your bra feeling it give way under his fingers so he can pull it from your body giving him more access to your skin. As much as he loved the lace on your body feeling your bare skin against his was better. The feeling of your soft breasts against his face was heaven as he pressed kisses from one nipple to the other taking it into his mouth with a satisfied groan.Â
There was no way to explain how good you tasted. Your skin tasted perfect on Jihoonâs tongue and he hadnât even made it past your chest. His cock was leaking heavily in his briefs as he rolled his hips against your thigh, his own pressed against the wet lace covering your pussy. With each movement, each groan from Jihoon, he would rock his thigh against you drawing out another moan that would cause his cock to jerk.Â
âSo good. You sound so pretty, baby. Just taking my time...â You were too drunk off the feeling of Jihoonâs mouth and body against yours to be upset that he was taking his time, but you could tell that he was. You had never had someone move so slowly with you. If it had been any other man in your bed, their cock would have already been in you without much or any prep, and it would have been done in momentsâbut Jihoon was slowly making his way down your body, kissing every mole and scar as he went.Â
When Jihoon did finally reach your hips, you bit your lips, feeling his fingers push into the sides of your panties, resting over your hipbones. Glancing down at him, your breath quick and uneven, you meet his eyes and see him smile before he presses a kiss just below your belly button.Â
What happens next leaves you breathless when Jihoonâs tongue runs from your mouth just above your ass to your mound over your lace, letting him taste you through your panties. Smirking against the lace, Jihoon meets your eyes once again as he nips at your pussy through your panties, feeling your thighs quiver on either side of his head. Only when whispered pleads are falling from your lips does Jihoonâs fingers finally start to tug your panties down your legs so he can drop them to the floor along with the rest of your clothes.Â
âI told you I wanted to ruin them. I always keep my promises, babe.â Jihoon watches you swallow hard as you try to catch your breath, already feeling the coil in your stomach starting to tighten. âNow let me see you.â Spreading your legs once again, Jihoon groans as he watches the candlelight hit your glistening folds. He had been right about how wet you were. He was starving for you and he wasnât done worshipping you.Â
Running his fingers along your legs from your ankles to your thighs, Jihoon keeps his eyes on yours as he lowers himself back between your legs to press a kiss to each of your thighs before doing the same to your wet pussy.Â
Licking his lips, Jihoon closes his eyes to the first real taste of you, a shiver running through his body before he adjusts between your legs and pulls you closer to him, making you gasp. One hand wrapped around your leg at your hip, Jihoon spreads your folds, while with the other he carefully circles your dripping hole with his index finger before working it in feeling you clench around it.Â
âShit⊠Tight. Gotta relax for me, okay, baby?â Jihoon watches you nod even though you arenât sure how he expects you to relax when he thrusts his finger into it, and it feels so good. You arenât sure how he wants you to stop clenching around his finger tightly when he finally runs his tongue between your folds and groans finding your clit and sucking on it. You only manage to push down on his finger and tighten around it more. âFuck, taste so good.âÂ
Leaning his head back to shake his hair from his face, Jihoon smiles when you thread your fingers back into his hair. Not only does he enjoy the feeling of your fingers in his hair, but it also lets him get back to work. With a second finger joining the first, Jihoonâs mouth is back on your folds. He gently sucks them into his mouth and hums in appreciation as he once again works his way back up to your waiting clit, flicking his tongue against it, causing you to practically scream his name.Â
You had been so quiet up to that point that when you scream his name, Jihoon closes his eyes and ruts his hips into the mattress, afraid he is going to cum from just the sound alone. The pressure that had been building inside of you comes to a head and with one more brush of Jihoonâs fingers against your spot, you come undone.Â
Tugging tightly at his hair, you whimper Jihoonâs name much quieter this time as your cum seeps around his fingers. Groaning to the feeling of his hair being pulled and the taste of your cum on his tongue, Jihoon carefully slips his fingers from you and replaces them with his tongue until you are closing your thighs around him and begging him to stop.Â
Running his fingers through his hair, Jihoon sucks the fingers of his other hand clean as he watches you catch your breath. Smirking around his fingers, he watches a smile spread over your lips when you realize heâs watching you closely. âStop it⊠Iâm shy.âÂ
âI know. Iâm not sure I ever want you to lose that. Itâs driving me crazy.â Putting his hand next to your head, Jihoon rests back between your legs so he can kiss you softly. The feeling of your hands tracing his sides makes him shiver and grin against your lips before he deepens the kiss. Groaning into the kiss, Jihoon finally pulls back to look down at you as you stare up at him breathless once again, an almost fucked-out look on your face before heâs even been inside of you.Â
âGotta have you, baby. Will you let me?â Whining his name, you nod to Jihoonâs words, watching him smile once again as you squirm under him. âGotta be patient. I gottaâŠâ Moving to the side, Jihoon groans as he tugs his briefs down his legs, hissing as the air hits his hard cock. âBetter, now I canâwhatâs that look for?âÂ
Your eyes had widened almost dramatically by the time Jihoon had turned back to you. Holding back his laugh, he tilts his head and glances down at his cock, lifting his brow before reaching for your hand and guiding it to his shaft, helping you wrap your fingers around him. âWas it about my cock? I'm not that big, baby⊠So tell me whatâs going on in that pretty head.âÂ
Shaking your head, you bite your lips as Jihoon guides your hand along with his to his head, collecting some pre-cum so he can stroke his cock slowly. âItâs perfect⊠God, I sound so stupid, but youâreâŠlike everything.â Lifting your free hand to hide your face, you groan in embarrassment, feeling Jihoonâs hand fall from yours, letting you do the same.Â
âBabyâŠâ Now he was laughing, but you could tell it wasnât at you. Instead, Jihoon was enamored by you. He had been falling for you before and now he had fallen, hard. Moving your hand, Jihoon kisses your fingers and palm before doing the same to your cheeks and lips. âThank you, itâs not stupid. Youâre perfect. You make me feel so good about how I look. I hope I do the same for you.âÂ
He had done more than that. You were no stranger to being self-conscious, but with how Jihoon had spent what felt like hours worshipping your body, you felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. Nodding, you lean your head against the pillows and pout. Jihoon smirks, reaching up to push his thumb against your bottom lip.Â
âNow⊠Can I make love to you? Cause that's all I wanna do in this bed. Itâs what Iâve been dreaming of doing since... Fuck, I canât even tell you how long.âÂ
You hadnât expected those words from Jihoon. You didnât know that he wanted to make love to you. Love was such a scary but wanted word for you. You wanted to love him, and maybe you already did, but you werenât going to say it out of fear of scaring him away. âPlease, itâs what I want, too.âÂ
Fingers once again move over your skin, trailing along your side to your hip as Jihoon nods. His lips find yours before quickly moving to your jaw and then your neck, causing you to throw your head back against the pillow with a moan. Before you could feel his cock throb behind his briefs, but now it lay heavy against your thigh and pre-cum was leaking on to your skin with each sound dripping from your mouth.Â
âPlease... need you.âÂ
Jihoon loved how shy you were, but he also loved hearing you tell him what you wanted. You needed him. Needed. Heâd give you the world, but tonight heâd make sure you had everything you wanted before heâd let himself have a single thing. âAnything, baby. Itâs yours.âÂ
Jihoonâs words are muffled against your throat as his fingers slide along your leg to your knee, pulling it up to his hip. You gasp, feeling his finger brush through your folds, before you feel the same thing with the head of his cock and finally the stretch of him pushing into you slowly.Â
You had felt like heaven on Jihoonâs fingers and tongue, but it was nothing compared to how you felt around his cock. Even before he was completely inside of you, Jihoon felt like he couldnât breathe with how tightly you were holding him and with how your body was pulling him closer.Â
âSh-shit⊠fuck.â Resting his forehead against your shoulder, Jihoon stays still, his hips flush with yours, feeling your walls quiver around him. He waits for you to tell him to move, not just to make sure you have adjusted but also to give himself a moment to calm down. He felt like he could cum instantly. It had been too long since he had been with anyone and you felt better than anyone he had ever been with. It was like you had been made for him specifically.Â
Rubbing your hands along his arms, you feel tears collect on the rims of your eyes as the stretch eases and becomes pleasure. You find yourself wanting Jihoon to move, needing him to move, and wanting to feel his cock deeper, harder, and faster. Leaning your head towards his, you kiss his temple and whisper, âMove, please, Hoon.âÂ
He starts slow, each thrust smooth and precise, but quickly as your and his breath become more moans than anything, the thrusts become urgent and full of need. âYou feel so fucking good, Y/N.â You werenât sure why Jihoonâs words made you clench harder around him. Why did hearing him whine your name as he fucked into you so hard as his fingers moved to lace with yours against the mattress make you feel like you were floating?Â
Jihoon grunts before his lips find yours once again, his kiss desperate and passionate. He nips at your lips before licking his tongue into your mouth, feeling your tongue against his own. There is something different about this kissâmore heated and important than any other kiss than any other kiss that either of you have shared with any other person in your life. Both of you seem to feel it as your fingers tighten in his grasp, the feeling of electricity passing between your touch and his as the coil in your abdomen snaps once again.Â
While Jihoon had loved the feeling of you cumming on his fingers, feeling you cum on his cock was another thing all together. He could barely keep his head as he watched the bliss take over your face, the way your lips parted, and how your eyes fluttered closed. It was enough to push him over the edge right behind you.Â
Panic takes over Jihoon; you hear him curse under his breath and feel him slip from you before the feeling of his warm cum hits your lower stomach and thighs. Groaning, he strokes his cock, feeling it soften in his hand. It wasnât how Jihoon would have preferred to finish, but you had felt too good and his climax had almost snuck up on him.Â
Leaning to rest his head against your chest, Jihoon takes a deep breath, feeling your fingers run through his hair as he listens to your heart racing. âI gotta get you cleaned up. That was not the plan. Iâm sorry, babe.â Jihoon places a kiss to the top of your breast before meeting your eyes, a shy look in his eyes as you shake your head and smile at him.Â
âItâs okay. Iâm not mad. Iââ Laughing, you turn your head embarrassed, lifting your hand to bite at your thumbnail, making Jihoon curious at what you were going to say. âWhat? Hey, come on. Tell me?â Gently pulling your hand from your lips, Jihoon tilts his head, shifting from between your legs to your side.Â
You swallow hard and glance down at your stomach and legs to where his cum paints your skin before sighing and avoiding his eyes as you speak. âYou could have stayed inside of me. Iâm on birth control, Jihoon.âÂ
Laying back on your bed, Jihoon runs his hand over his face with a groan, feeling his cock twitch slightly to your words. âYou canât say something like that to me. I canât get hard again this quick.â Rolling off your bed, Jihoon glances around before pointing at your bedroom door as you laugh, watching him try to orient himself. âBathroom is across the hall.âÂ
You were doing your best not to act like things were different between you and Jihoon, but the moment you stepped into the office, you were hyper aware of every little detail. You would realize you were staring at his door too long or that you were smiling at him just a little too widely before youâd quickly look away and fiddle with something on your desk.Â
Jihoon, on the other hand, wasnât that concerned. He was enjoying your lingering glances and seeing a smile on your face. He wasnât being subtle about how he was looking at you. Why would he be? You were so beautiful and his. He wanted to scream that at the top of his lungs, but he could tell that you were still nervous about it so he kept his affection for you subtle at first.Â
Gentle touches to your shoulder that would move to your neck when he thought no one else was looking or whispering compliments against your ear as he leaned behind you to look at something on your computer. He was just observing your work; no one could blame him.Â
It was all driving you crazy, and neither of you were being as subtle as you thought as Soonyoung smirked at the two of you from his desk. He knew about the date and now, watching as you sighed with a lovesick look on your face as Jihoon closed his door, leaving you to work, Soonyoung laughs under his breath, drawing your attention. âWhat? Why are you laughing at me?âÂ
Putting up his hands, Soonyoung grins and turns his chair back towards his desk before leaning back in it so that he can still look at you. âYouâre cute, Y/N.â Mocking your soft sigh, Soonyoung puts his hand on his chest and your cheeks heat up instantly. You hadnât even realized you had been doing it, but hearing it come out of Soonyoungâs mouth made it obvious.Â
âWhat am I missing?â Lifting his brow, Wonwoo taps his pen against his desk as he leans forward, curious about the conversation he was being left out of. You looked like you had been caught doing something bad and Soonyoung looked like that cat who ate the canary. âMingyu, do you know what Soonyoung is going on about?âÂ
Shaking his head, Mingyu looks from you to the other man and purses his lips before shaking his head and looking back at his computer. âI donât know. Y/N has been breathing louder than usual today... I just figured she had a cold.âÂ
Nodding along with Mingyuâs words, Soonyoung gestures towards you and laughs under his breath. âShe is sick, arenât you? Love sick?â Shocked at Soonyoungâs words, you try to defend yourself when Mingyu looks up surprised; now the conversation has his attention.Â
âIâwhat? NoâŠthatâsâshut up, Soonyoung.âÂ
Jihoon rolls his eyes hearing Soonyoung teasing you. He knew it was bound to happen. He didnât care if any of them knew about the relationship between you and him. He was proud to call you his, but listening to you try to come up with an excuse was making his blood boil with something akin to jealousy. Jihoon didnât want you to say there wasnât anything between the two of you or that you were seeing anyone else. You were his, and he wouldnât have it any other way.Â
Just as you start to say something else, come up with some excuse as to why you are acting the way you are. Jihoonâs office door opens and the room falls silent. Glancing around at each desk, Jihoon lifts his brow at the shift in the air before laughing under his breath. âIdiotsâŠâÂ
âHuh?â Your sweet, confused voice brings Jihoon back to his reason for leaving his office in the first place. Looking down at you, he coos and shakes his head, running his fingers along your cheek leaving you frozen in place. âNot you, baby. Those idiots. I have to run out for a bit. Keep this place running for me.âÂ
Nodding, you swallow hard as Jihoon calls you baby in front of everyone. Not daring to look around even though you feel eyes on you, instead you meet Jihoonâs eyes and his possessive gaze. âThank you.â You start to respond, you arenât even sure whatâmaybe a no problem or a youâre welcomeâbut Jihoonâs lips brush over yours and any thought that was in your head is gone as if it never existed.Â
Frozen in place, you only manage to watch Jihoon pull his car keys from his pants pocket as he walks by Soonyoungâs desk and pushes his chair inwards. âWork on something, moron. Earn what I pay you.âÂ
The sound of the office door closing and low whistles bring you back to reality. You feel the heat radiating from your cheeks and neck before you look down, smiling at your keyboard, unsure what to think or do.Â
âHoly shit, Y/N.âÂ
âNo, see⊠âCause I knew they went on a date. I just didnât know it went THAT well. I want all the fucking details, baby.âÂ
The voices of the others in the office overlap as they continue to gossip about you and Jihoon, wanting you to give them anything, but you can only focus on the feeling of where Jihoonâs lips were.Â
âSheâs gone. Weâve lost her. Nothing left in her head. What do you mean you knew about it, Soonyoung?âÂ
Even a month into a relationship with you, Jihoon finds himself needing to pinch himself to make sure heâs not dreaming. He canât get over how lucky he is as he watches you with Haein and how natural this all comes to you.Â
When he had adopted Haein, it was difficult. She had been a baby and there was a lot that Jihoon didnât know. Luckily he had the support of his mother, but there was still a huge learning curve and a ton of sleepless nights filled with a crying baby, but he had a feeling that you would have picked up on motherhood so naturally.Â
âIsnât Y/N dress so pretty, Haein?âÂ
Your cheeks heat up as you glance towards the kitchen, seeing Jihoon smirking at you from behind the island as he preps dinner. Not only was the compliment from him making you weak but also just the sigh of him doing something so incredibly domestic. You loved this more than you had admitted to anyone. Yes, you had let it slip here and there to family and friends how much you were falling for Jihoon and this family dynamic, but you had never said it to him.Â
âItâs the mostest pretty. Sheâs the prettiest! I hope I can grow up and be as pretty as you, Miss Y/N.â Haeinâs voice causes your chest to tighten and your heart to beat hard as you look at her sitting across from you at the coffee table. Shaking your head, you reach out to run your fingers over her cute face, hearing her giggle as she leans into your touch.Â
While you had fallen in love with Jihoon, you had fallen in love with Haein in a completely different way. You wanted this little girl in your life in some shape or form, no matter what happened between you and Jihoon. She had become far too important to you over the space of a month.Â
âYou are so pretty, Haein. You are only going to get even more beautiful.â Tapping the tip of her nose, you watch the girl smile brightly at you as her shoulders rise and fall with a big breath. Jihoonâs smile matches Haeinâs before he sighs and shakes his head, feeling his heart beating harder now.Â
âMy beautiful girls. How did I get so lucky, huh?âÂ
While Jihoonâs words make Haein giggle, your fingers holding hers as you paint them a soft pink, the words have a different effect on you. You smile but you have to bite at your cheek to keep back your emotions as Haein sighs dramatically and shrugs. âJust lucky, daddy.âÂ
Noticing how quiet youâve gotten as he puts the chicken into the pan, Jihoon grins at his daughter before turning his attention to you. He knew you were trying to do a good job at painting Haeinâs nails, but there was something on your mind. He knew that lookâyour brows furrowed and your lips pursed slightlyâbut before he has the chance to ask if you are okay, Haeinâs voice once again feels the empty space, completely unaware of anything going on.Â
âDaddy, can I have soda? Iâve only had one today. Ask Miss Y/N. Iâve been really good!âÂ
The look on your face is quickly replaced by fondness as you look up at Haein reaching for her other hand. Tilting your head, you glance over to Jihoon, meeting his eyes and smiling at him as you wait for his answer about Haeinâs soda, putting him on the spot.Â
âIâthis feels like a trap. The rule is one soda a day. Youâre using Y/N to get your way... That seems unfair, Haein.â Jihoon canât help the smile that pulls at his lips when Haein tries to pout, but a laugh quickly takes the place of it and she sighs, looking at you for support.Â
âTell him, I was real good. Wasnât I? I cleaned my room, almost. Least the clothes. Thatâs prog-dress!âÂ
You want to be on Jihoonâs side and tell her to stick to the rules, but the moment she tries to quote Jihoon and mispronounces the word progress, you lose any hope at telling her no. Whining softly, you look from Haein to Jihoon and tilt your head only to see him roll his eyes and lean his head back with an annoyed groan. âFine, one more soda, you little cheater.âÂ
Looking down at her fingers as she wiggles in place, Haein waits for you to finish the last one before she stands and starts to move towards the kitchen, only to hear you gasp her name. âHaein, baby, let me get it for you. Your nails arenât dry yet.âÂ
You hadnât called her many sweet names before, so hearing you call her baby like her daddy had before puts a pout on Haeinâs face as she moves to your side and wraps her arms around your neck. âOkay, Miss Y/N.âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you put your arms around Haein at the sudden affection, looking towards the kitchen where Jihoon watches as he finishes up dinner. You can see the happy, enamored look on his face as he simply nods at you and turns to pull plates from the cabinet.Â
Brushing your fingers through Haeinâs hair, you lean your head back to look at the girl, seeing a pout on her lips that causes your smile to drop almost instantly in concern. âWhatâs wrong? Are you okay?âÂ
Nodding, Haein looks down shyly before muttering, âI just like you a lot. I hope my daddy lets you be my mommy. Is that cheating?â
Closing your eyes, you swallow hard as you shake your head and lean your head forward, resting your forehead against Haeinâs and running your hand along her back. âNo, itâs not. You know your daddy was kidding before, right? Heâs just picking on you about the soda.âÂ
You hear Jihoon moving in the kitchen, perhaps getting closer to you and Haein in the living room, but you keep your attention on the little girl in your arms as she sniffles. It isnât until you feel the couch dip behind you and feel Jihoonâs arm move around you so that he can run it over Haeinâs head that you know for sure heâs joined you both.Â
âWhatâs this about, huh? Soda? I said you could have it. I even made the chicken you like.âÂ
Glancing up at her dad, Haein pouts at him and it almost breaks Jihoonâs heart as she slides from your arms and moves to him letting him hold her closely. âHey, seriously, whatâs going on?â Leaning back against the couch and Jihoonâs legs, you sigh softly and tilt your head back enough to meet his questioning eyes. Haein had spoken quietly and Jihoon must not have heard what she said. You knew you needed to tell him why she was acting like she was, but it was a lot to say to your boyfriend of a month.Â
âUh, sheâs okay, I think. Just⊠said she likes me and said that she hopesâum.â Licking your lips, you look down away from Jihoon, hoping it will make it less awkward to say. âThat... you marry me and then she asked if that was cheating.â Laughing softly, a bit awkwardly, you press your lips together as Jihoon whispers, âOh,â under his breath and rocks Haein gently.Â
âNo, baby⊠Thatâs not cheating. Hey, I like Y/N. So, so, so much. Letâs leave the adult stuff like mommy and daddy stuff to us though, okay? Thatâs important business, not chicken dinner business.âÂ
He was good at this, being a dad. You knew it wasnât what he had planned but to you, Jihoon was made for it. You watched as Haeinâs frown slowly turned into the smile you loved and quickly she was giggling as Jihoonâs fingers ran along her sides, tickling her. Jihoon had her nodding and then running towards the dining room table ahead of you both with the promise of soda before you could even think of the right words to help.Â
Taking a deep breath, you lean your head back while keeping your eyes clear of Jihoonâs. You could still feel the warmth plaguing your cheeks and when Jihoonâs fingers brush over them so does he. âSomeone is embarrassed.â Rolling your eyes, you do finally look at Jihoon before leaning away from his hand, causing him to laugh and reach further to pinch your cheek. âItâs cute, baby. She likes you that much. Thatâs a huge deal.âÂ
You knew it was; you honestly didnât need Jihoon to remind you. It was weighing on you like a ton of bricks because what if Jihoon didnât like you that much? Nodding, you sigh and move to your feet as Jihoonâs eyes stay on you. âMm, well, like you said, this is not a chicken dinner business, Mr. Lee. Come on.â Offering him your hand, you finally smile, and Jihoon matches it, sliding his hand into yours.Â
Collecting dishes while ignoring Jihoonâs complaints, you move around to Haeinâs empty seat before slapping at his hand as it slides along the back of your leg near your ass. Quickly glancing over your shoulder, you lean around the wall to look at Haein playing with her dolls.Â
âQuit, Jihoon. She might see and how are you going to explain that one to a five-year-old? Do you want to explain the birds and the bees this early?âÂ
Grinning, he slips from his seat and slides his hand along your arm, taking the plates from your hand hearing you whine even as his lips press to your cheek. âSheâs not even in the room and sheâs not paying attention. Go, Iâll put these in the sink and then Iâll get her to bed.â Lifting his brows, Jihoon watches as you sigh and tilt your head, not wanting to give up. âShoo. I wanna spend time with you tonight and I canât until the little monster is asleep.âÂ
You want to keep pouting or maybe stoic at Jihoonâs words, but itâs impossible when he nudges you and practically whines his words to get you moving. âFine, fine. Hurry up.â Watching him over your shoulder, you move into the living room towards Haein, sitting on the couch behind her. Itâs easy to tell sheâs tired even as she pretends not to be, something you know she tends to do especially when you are around wanting just a few more minutes with you.Â
Trying to hide her yawn in her elbow, Haein looks up at you with a big smile but you can see the way her eyes are watering from such a big yawn. âHi sleepy girl. Are you ready for bed?âÂ
Shaking her head, Haein pouts dramatically, picking up the brush for her doll's hair as she leans back against your legs, letting you hold on to her. âNo, not yet. I want you and daddy to tuck me in tonight. Dat okay? Youâre not too sleepy, right?â As if sheâs suddenly concerned you might be too tired to help her, Haein looks up at you searching your eyes, but only sees your smile.Â
âIâm not tired. Iâd be happy to help your daddy.âÂ
Wiggling happily in your arms, Haein looks toward Jihoon when he finally moves into the living room. Lifting her doll towards him, she giggles and leans back against your chest as if sheâs claiming you. âMiss Y/N is gonna help tuck me in.âÂ
Rolling his eyes, unable to hide his smile, Jihoon sighs and nods. âI heard, so why donât you get your booty moving then, huh?âÂ
Patting Haeinâs stomach, you hear her laugh before she starts moving, grabbing the rest of her dolls and running towards the hallway and her room. Shaking his head, Jihoon groans under his breath as he runs his fingers through his hair, following after her. âHaein! What did I tell you about running in the house?âÂ
You stay where you are for a moment longer, enjoying seeing yet another domestic moment from Jihoon. You wanted to capture little moments like that and put them in a book that you could look back on and remember for the rest of your life. You wanted to remember the feeling of Haein in your arms, her sweet laugh against your ear, before she happily ran off only to see Jihoon halfheartedly grumble about some rule that he wasnât that strict about. This was your happy place now.Â
Hearing your name from the other room, you move to your feet and finally follow Jihoon and Haein into her bedroom. You see Jihoon putting her dolls back into her toy chest as Haein, now dressed in her pajamaâs smiles at you from her bed, lifting her hands, making grabby hands.Â
âIâm coming; donât worry.âÂ
Looking over his shoulder, Jihoon scoffs seeing Haein reaching for you as you sit on the side of her bed, pushing her covers up to her chest. âWhy am I here again? To put up toys?âÂ
âDaddyâŠâÂ
âYeah, yeahâŠâÂ
You smile when Jihoon sits on the other side of Haeinâs small bed and leans to press a kiss to her forehead. Sighing, he sits back and tucks the covers you had moved around her body as he lifts his brow, watching how big her smile gets as she looks from him to you and back. âWhat? Why are you looking at us like that?âÂ
Reaching for one of his hands and one of yours, Haein pulls them up to her lips, placing a kiss on each one before sighing happily. âNothinâ daddy. Today was a good day. I love you.âÂ
Furrowing his brows, Jihoon lets out a slower breath and nods in agreement with his daughter. It had been a good day. âI love you too, baby.âÂ
You were trying not to let your emotions get the better of you as you rubbed your thumb along the back of Haeinâs hand and pressed your lips together when she looked at you again and smiled brightly, reminding you of a mixture of Jihoon and the picture of Jihoonâs brother in his office.Â
âI love you, Miss Y/N. I hope you sleeps good. Thank you for tucking me in.âÂ
Leaning your head back to stop the tears that had gathered on the rims of your eyes from falling, you nod and laugh softly as you sniff lightly before looking down at Haein. âYouâre welcome and I hope you sleep good.â Looking at Jihoon, uncertain if you should say that you love Haein back, you see the fondness in his eyes so you simply smile and meet Haeinâs eyes once again. âAnd I love you too.âÂ
It was a big step you had made with Haein and Jihoon with those three little words, but you had meant them. Haein was thrilled to hear them, leaning up to hug you tightly before curling up back into her bed and whispering her goodnights to you both. Jihoon kept his eyes on you, reaching for your hand as he walked through the door, only stopping to close it behind him, telling Haein he loved her once more before letting it click behind him.Â
You were nervous and Jihoon could tell. He could feel your hand trembling in his; he could feel how you almost wanted to pull away from him, but he wasnât going to let you spiral. Instead, he pulled you back to him as soon as the two of you were in the living room and held you close, resting his lips against the side of your head.Â
âThank you, Y/N. That meant a lot to her and to me.âÂ
Closing your eyes, you sigh softly, resting against Jihoon, feeling his fingers run along your back as he soothes your nerves. It was scary to be this close to someone emotionally and yet it was all you wanted when it came to Jihoon and Haein. When you werenât with them, it felt like you were homesick.Â
âMm, I was hoping that it wasnât crossing the line. I never wanna doââ
Shaking his head, Jihoon leans back and cups your cheek in his hand, causing you to stop speaking mid sentence. You can see the look in his eyes. He didnât want you to finish what you were going to say. You were always doubting yourself, especially when it came to him and Haein, and perhaps you didnât need to.Â
âEnough of that, please? You are so important to us. Youâve never crossed a line. Iââ Sighing, Jihoon slides his fingers down from your face to your neck as he looks over your face, trying to think of the right thing to say. You hear the slight whine in his voice, the nervousness that he has to fight in order to get out his words. âI love you, Y/N.âÂ
The tears that you had to fight back in Haeinâs room werenât nearly as easy when it came to Jihoon. Turning your head from him, you close your eyes and still tears manage to slip on to your cheeks before you can reach up to wipe them away. Concerned, Jihoon leans his head towards yours and gently turns your face back towards him to see you smiling, a soft whine of protest slipping from your lips that makes him laugh when he realizes you are okay.Â
âI thoughtâwhy are you crying, baby? I didnât mean to make you sad.âÂ
Shaking your head, you reach up with one hand to hold Jihoonâs wrist as you open your eyes and pout at him when you see the smile on his face. âIâm not sad, Jihoon. Iâm really happy. Iâm so happy that itâs stupid. I donât deserve any of this.â Gesturing towards the hall behind him, you sniff back more tears as Jihoon reaches up with his free hand to swipe away your tears with his thumb. âNot Haein loving me and especially not you.âÂ
You watch as Jihoonâs head tilts in confusion, as if your words were in another language that he couldnât possibly understand. Reaching for your hand, Jihoon sighs under his breath and walks you a few steps backwards as you whine his name until you feel the wall behind your back. âSays who? You deserve the world, Y/N and if itâs the last fucking thing I do, Iâll make sure you get it. So donât you say shit like that. I meant what I said. I love you. So, if you love me tooâŠâ Sighing once again, Jihoon looks nervous once again, almost avoiding your eyes until he makes himself meet them so you know heâs serious. âSay it back.âÂ
Jihoon was one in a million. You think back to that day when you walked in, nervous and falling over your feet at your interview. You had sat down in front of him and the other men who you now called some of your best friends, but you had made eye contact with Jihoon first. Never in your life did you think that you would end up where you are now and be able to look at him and tell him exactly how you were feeling.Â
âI do, Jihoon. I love you.â
Sighing in relief, Jihoon rests his forehead against yours and smiles softly. You feel his hands slide along your arms down to your hands, where he links his fingers with yours. He stays like that for a moment until he canât stand not to have your lips on his and then he gives into his need and tilts his head, finding what he wants. The soft sigh that leaves your lips causes Jihoon to furrow his brows as his right hand tightens in your left before he drops your right and slides his hand along your side, pushing you tighter against the wall.Â
Jihoon speaks against your lips between kisses, âI gotta get you somewhere else. Fuck, baby⊠Iâve been thinking about this. About you all day.âÂ
Leaning your head back as Jihoon brushes his lips against your jaw, you smile, feeling shy, though you know itâs just the two of you in the room. You knew that Haein was in her room and hopefully asleep, but you knew it was better if the two of you didnât start something like this in the living room. Jihoonâs confession of his thoughts about you makes you swoon as you whine his name, pulling at his hand and leaning towards the left and the hallway that would take you both towards his room.Â
âMm, I know. Youâre right.â Kissing your neck, Jihoon relishes in the sound of your choked moans before he pulls away, feeling how tight his pants have gotten from just kissing you. Tugging on your hand, he glances over at you, seeing that look in your eyeâthe one that quickly became one of his favorites. You still seemed so innocent even though Jihoon had ravished you in his bed and yours more than once over the span of your relationship. You were batting your lashes at him, looking down and smiling like you were shy about the entire situation, it was driving Jihoon crazy.Â
Pushing open the door to his room, Jihoon feels you pull towards his bed, only for him to guide you back towards him. âNu-uh, baby. Not yet⊠I have other plans for us. How does a bath sound?âÂ
Biting at your bottom lip, you canât help the way your lips pull up into a giddy smile at the idea of taking a bath with Jihoon. You loved every moment with him. He made you feel like royalty no matter what the two of you were doing, but in bed you were his goddess, and he took his time with you. You could only imagine how good he could make you feel with warm water surrounding your body.Â
Nodding, you keep your fingertips resting on Jihoonâs as he leads you into his large ensuite before he finally drops your hand and moves to the oversized soaker tub, turning on the taps as he sits on the side of the tub. You had been in his bathroom a few times, but it never ceased to amaze you just how different he was living compared to you.Â
You were used to a small bathroom with a shower tub combo, and Jihoonâs ensuite had an open shower with a rainshower head, a soaker tub, and a double vanity. It was almost overwhelming how much space there was, and you find yourself daydreaming about what Haein had said and if you might end up here one day. How would you ever really adjust? It was nice for a visit, almost like a luxury vacation, but could you handle this every day?Â
Jihoon watches you as you seem to wander in the bathroom, your fingers running over the quartz countertop as his fingers trail through the warm water that was beginning to rise in the tub. You were almost overwhelming and stunning. He could watch you forever, just enjoying being in your presence. If it werenât for the small pout on your lips and the need racing through him, Jihoon might let you keep wandering, but instead he reaches for your hand and brings you back to reality and to him.
âWhat were you thinking about so hard, beautiful?â Reaching behind you, Jihoon finds the zipper of your dress and slowly pulls it down, letting his other hand rest on your hip as you look down at him thoughtfully.Â
Shrugging, you lift your hand and run it through Jihoonâs hair, pushing it away from his forehead before smiling with a shake of your head. âNothing important. Just admiring the bathroom. Itâs really nice.âÂ
Taking a look around the room quickly, Jihoon shrugs a bit and tilts his head as he lifts his hands and slides your dress off your shoulders, letting it fall on its own to the floor at your feet. His eyes move from your face down your body as he takes in a deep breath of appreciation for whatâs in front of him.Â
âYouâre worth admiring, baby. Iâll never get over this. If I get the chanceââ Smiling to himself, Jihoon bites his lip and leans to kiss your stomach before gaining the courage to finish his thought. âIf I get the chance to, I wanna undress you every day for the rest of our lives.â Glancing up at you as he reaches to gently tug the straps of your bra down your arms, Jihoon gauges your reaction before he smirks. âIs that too forward?âÂ
You understand the implications of what Jihoon is saying, but you arenât sure how to answer or if you remember how to breathe, so instead you just whine his name. Whining Jihoonâs name was something you were good at. He seemed to understand what you were trying to say anytime you did it, so you hoped he would this time as well.Â
Shaking his head as you whine, Jihoon stares as more of your skin is exposed, each cup of your bra falling forward, allowing your breasts to spill out for him. âI know, baby. Itâs okay, just let me take care of you.â Reaching behind him, Jihoon turns off the water and returns to his task of undressing you.Â
With each piece of clothing that hits the floor, his lips walk over your skin and he leaves you breathless and dripping. Gripping at Jihoonâs skin, you find yourself whimpering when he takes your hands, pulling them from his shirt so he can stand up and take a step away from you.Â
âHere, angel. Get in the tub for me.â Taking Jihoonâs hand, you let out a happy sigh as you step into the warm water, feeling the warmth run from your toes to your head instantly. Settling into the water allows you to finally look up at Jihoon, and you realize he is still dressed. He had spent his entire time undressing you and getting you comfortable before he had even paid himself any attention.Â
âHoon⊠Iâwhy didnât you let me help you? Come here, baby.â
As much as Jihoon loved hearing you call him baby and as much as he wanted your hands on him, he was enjoying the sight of you in the water even more. Shaking his head, he smiles and works the buttons of his shirt open, quickly dropping it on the floor as you pout up at him. âDonât pout, baby. Lay back for me... Shit, you look so beautiful. Does that feel good?âÂ
Jihoon watches as you do as he asks; you do lean back and you think you might âpunishâ him for not letting him touch him by touching yourself. You quickly find that it has the opposite effect on him; he doesnât feel punished. Instead, Jihoon feels honored to see your fingers move over your body and between your legs.Â
Nodding to Jihoonâs question, you move your legs apart further, letting him see through the clear water as you drag your middle finger through your folds over your clit. âYeah, it does, but Jihoon?âÂ
Groaning to the sound of your voice, Jihoon tugs hard on his belt, pulling it loose quickly. âYeah, baby? Fuck, you are killing me.âÂ
âI want you in this tub with me. Can you go faster?âÂ
That was all the inspiration Jihoon needed to get his pants and briefs off in record time. Kicking them free of his foot, Jihoon curses under his breath as he moves towards the tub, keeping his eyes on your fingers under the water. He had been enjoying the visual, but now he was getting possessive. He was a jealous man and that came to even you touching yourself. He preferred to be the one making you moan.Â
Getting into the tub behind you, Jihoon slides his legs on either side of yours before reaching around your body to grab your hand and pull it carefully from your pussy. With his lips next to your ear, Jihoon grins and takes your hand from the water, bringing your fingers to your lips as he sighs. âEnough of that. Iâm here now, but tell me... How does my beautiful girl taste?âÂ
Opening your mouth, you let Jihoon put your fingers on your tongue before closing your lips around them and sucking them clean. There isnât much of your taste on them after being in the water, just enough that to know that you were wet despite being in the tub. Leaning your head back to pull your fingers from your mouth, you take a breath and lick your lips. âOkay, but not as good as I know you taste.âÂ
Jihoon knew differently. He knew that you were the best thing he had ever tasted in his life. Letting go of your hand, Jihoon runs his fingers between your breasts and over your stomach until he finally can dip them between your legs to where your fingers had once been. Turning his fingers slightly towards his palm, he works two of his fingers into your warm entrance as you moan his name.Â
You were already clenching around his fingers and Jihoon knew starting with two was pushing you, but between the water and how slick you felt, he knew you could take it. He could feel your pussy sucking his fingers in as your clit started to throb against his palm. âSuch a good fucking girl. I love this pussy so much.â Turning his head towards yours, Jihoon presses a kiss to your neck and groans as he rocks his hips against your ass and back, letting you feel his hard cock pressing against you. âBaby⊠Iâm gonna fuck you so full.âÂ
Resting your head back against Jihoonâs shoulder, you hold on to his thigh under the water as his fingers thrust into you, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. Between his fingers and his words, Jihoon was taking you to the edge and he wasnât looking back. âPlease, please, please... Oh, my god!âÂ
Water moves like a wave as you arch your body hard, pushing against Jihoonâs fingers to fuck yourself on them as you ride out your orgasm. Gasping loudly, you close your eyes tightly and dig your nails into his thigh before falling slack against his body, your thighs shaking.Â
âGoddamn, babe. That was so fucking hot.â Sliding his fingers from you, Jihoonâs speaks against your neck between kisses. âI gotta see your pretty face. Please, honey?â Kissing up to your ear, Jihoon runs his fingers back up your stomach to your breast, squeezing gently as he practically begs you to turn around in the tub to face him.Â
With a deep breath, you nod once you feel like you can move. Letting Jihoon help you move, you shift on his lap to sit on over his thighs. âThis better?âÂ
Able to see you and touch you, Jihoon runs his hands along your sides to your hips and around to your back as he leans back in the tub. This was much better. This was like a dream. You had asked to ride him a few times, but each time you had seemed shy when the moment came. Now you were in the perfect position to do it. âMuch⊠I can see your face andââ Reaching down to stroke his cock, Jihoon lifts his brows as he nudges his head between your folds, causing you to gasp and jerk in surprise at the feeling. âYou can sit on my cock.âÂ
Jihoon had talked dirty to you in bed, but there was something about tonight. He was extra confident, and you didnât hate it. His confidence was something that had drawn you to him in the first place. There was something about a confident man who wasnât overly cocky. Jihoon was the type of confident person who knew when to still have humility, and in bed wasnât one of those times. He could worship the ground you walked on and the bed you laid on all while having you whining his name.Â
âHoonâŠâ His name comes out like a gasp on a breath as Jihoon teases your clit with the head of his cock once again, feeling you roll your hips towards him. Hissing under his breath, he lifts his eyes towards yours as a smirk pulls at one side of his lips. Holding on to your hip with one hand, the other still holding his cock, he coaxes you up and helps you ease down over him inch by inch until you are sitting flush over his hips. The warmth of your pussy enveloping Jihoon completely causes him to feel like heâs going to explode.Â
âFeel so good. God, baby. So, warm and tight. Holding me so good.â Jihoon nods as you whine out a yeah in question. âYeah, angel. You are perfect. When youâre ready, just let me know. You can ride me or I can move. Up to you, honey.âÂ
Leaning your head forward as the stretch becomes pleasure, you hold on to Jihoon tightly with your arms around his neck. A moan slips from between your lips when you roll your hips over his cock, feeling him almost deeper than you have before. The sensation is both overwhelming and satisfying, making you want to do it again and again.Â
âJihoon⊠Oh, my God.â You speak between breathy moans as you try to keep a pace, rocking your hips over Jihoonâs, lifting your hips, and using your knees to fuck yourself over his cock, but itâs too much. You quickly start to get tired. Between the drag of the water and the pleasure building slowly in your abdomen, you get frustrated and cling to Jihoon as he watches you intently.Â
He had known this would be one of the best experiences of his life. But Jihoon also knew you wouldnât be able to keep up the pace you were going for too long. You were his pillow princess and from day one Jihoon had promised not to make you do anything in bed; he aimed to keep that promise even out of bed.Â
Sliding his hands along your thighs with a low groan, Jihoon finally finds your hips and grips them tightly. âI know, baby. Shh, let me do the work, huh?â Shaking his head in amazement of you, he rests his head back against the porcelain and keeps you in place with his hands as he thrusts his hips up hard. The sound you make is worth the water that splashes over the side of the tub, as it causes Jihoonâs cock to twitch inside of you before he thrusts again deeper.Â
âFuckâŠâ While he knew that the two of you were on the other side of the house, Jihoon bit at his lips to keep his voice down. You were heaven to be inside of and to watch. Not only were you clenching around him like a warm, soft vice, but you looked like you were straight out of a piece of art. Jihoon wanted to run his hands all over your body, from the line of your neck as you leaned your head back to the swell of your breasts as they moved with each one of his quickened thrusts, and finally down into the water to where his cock was being squeezed so well.Â
âPlease, please⊠Oh, Hoon.â
Jihoon was right on the precipice of his climax. Each one of your moaned words was followed by whine and it was almost sinful how much he wanted to capture it on a recording so he could listen to it over and over again. He could imagine himself locked away in his studios on one of his many long nights with his hand around his cock as he listened to your fucked-out voice, remembering how good it felt to be inside of you. Remembering what was waiting for him once he got home.Â
You, at home waiting for him. That was the thought that pushed Jihoon over the edge. Groaning your name, Jihoon holds your hip so tightly heâs afraid he might leave a bruise, but in the moment he just needs something to ground him. With his other hand, he slips it between your legs and listens to your moans get louder and higher in pitch as he urges you to follow him and to cum on his cock.Â
âGod, yes, thatâs my girl. Cum with me. All over my cock, baby.â Nodding, Jihoon watches your mouth fall open and he feels your walls tighten and quiver around him as your orgasm rips through you. You had been wet before, but between his cum and yours, Jihoon finds himself slipping his fingers alongside his cock to feel the cum as it seeps into the water. âTold you Iâd fill you up, pretty girl.âÂ
It was always a tight fit for you to take Jihoonâs cock so feeling the extra pressure of his fingertips next to his softening cock has you whimpering. Resting your cheek on his shoulder, you lean in far enough to press your lips to Jihoonâs neck before complaining about the feeling and wiggling your hips hearing him chuckle under his breath.Â
âSensitiveâŠâÂ
âI know you are baby. Canât help myself sometimes. If we were in bed, I would have watched it run out of you.âÂ
Making a face, you scrunch up your nose and bury your face against Jihoonâs neck. âYouâre embarrassing.âÂ
Wet fingers move over your head and down your back as Jihoon lets himself soften inside of you completely, neither of you in a rush to move too quickly. He laughs, feeling your cheek heating up against his skin and your muffled words. âAm I? You donât like it? I love watching my cum dripping out of you. Means youâre mine...âÂ
Whining again, you nip gently at Jihoonâs neck, hearing him laugh before it quickly turns into a groan at the feeling. He knew what he was doing. There were many nights where one round would turn to two after, but you were just happy to be in his arms. âYou are a control freak, Lee Jihoon.âÂ
You werenât wrong. Jihoon smirks, lifting his brow as he sinks a bit further down in the water, knowing the two of you canât stay in the tub for much longer. There was nothing clean about this water anymore and he needed to get you taken care of sooner rather than later. It was just difficult not to have you in his arms for as long as possible, and it was even harder not to keep you on his cock if he could.Â
âSo? You say that like itâs a bad thing. I think itâs one of the reasons you fell in love with me.âÂ
Jihoon can feel your lips pull up into a smile and it makes his lips do the same. You did love him and he loved you. That wasnât going to change. In Jihoonâs mind, you were it. You were his one and only. He had been taught that great love comes around once in a lifetime and he was holding on to his.Â
Feeling warmth moving along your skin, you hum softly as your lips turn up in a smile against your pillow. While your bed at home was comfortable, it did not compare to Jihoonâs bed. Pulling your knees up towards your stomach, you snuggle with the pillow for a moment longer before stretching your hand out to where Jihoon had been the night before, when the two of you had fallen asleep. A pout takes the place of your smile when all you feel is satin sheets that have been warmed by the early morning sun.Â
âHoon?â Your voice is nothing more than a whisper. Between just waking up and how much Jihoon had loved you the night before, you find your throat is dry and a bit tender. Clearing your throat, you sit up and glance around the room, only seeing specks of dust in the rays of sunlight that manage to peek through the blinds.Â
Starting to say his name again, you stop when the sound of music catches your attention. Itâs quiet and at a distance, making you realize that Jihoon is in his studio. Biting at your lips, you slip from the bed and pull on one of Jihoonâs button-ups along with a pair of shorts from the drawer dubbed as yours before you tiptoe out of the room and down the hall.Â
You find the door cracked; trying to sneak in, you push on the door handle with one hand and the frame with the other. The song is one you donât recognize. You can hear Jihoon singing quietly under his breath, no words fully formed and the melody still scattered and yet it is beautiful.Â
Still tiptoeing and trying to stay quiet, you watch Jihoon working diligently on the project from a distance. He was always a hard worker, putting his all into anything he didâbut this seemed different, this seemed even more important to him.Â
Titling his head, Jihoon scratches at his scalp a bit annoyed as he reads over the music in front of him. This had to be perfect because it wasâthe sound of the floorboards creaking behind him makes Jihoon sit up straight before he spins his chair to find you wincing as you walk towards him like a burglar from a cartoon, one leg still in the air. While Jihoon wants to be upset that you are sneaking around and spying on him, he knows that isnât what you are doing, and you look so cute that he canât help but to laugh.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â Shaking his head, Jihoon turns and quickly minimizes what heâs working on before leaning to grab your hand and pulling you to him to sit on his lap in his chair. Nudging his nose against your shoulder, Jihoon watches your eyes move to his computer as you pout and look back at him apologetically.Â
âI heard music and I wanted to see what you were doing without bothering you. Plus, you left me in bed alone. I was missing you.âÂ
Sighing softly, Jihoon kisses the back of your shoulder as he presses his hands to your stomach through his shirt. âI missed you too. You looked too peaceful to wake up; besides, I got up a long time ago. You needed more sleep than me.âÂ
Turning to the side in Jihoonâs lap, you shake your head to disagree with him. In your mind, you didnât need anything if it didnât include Jihoon, whereas in his, he would do anything to make sure you were happy and healthy.Â
âNo, but I do love your bed. Itâs so nice.â Gesturing to his computer, you rub your lips together as you tap your fingers along his arm, being tempted to reach for his mouse to reopen the project he was working on. âWhat were you doing? The song seemed really pretty. Iâve never heard it before.âÂ
Jihoon knew you were going to ask, but he was hoping he could distract you enough or get you on to something else with your day before youâd remember. Rolling his eyes in faux annoyance, Jihoon leans his head back, reaching over to his mouse to close the project, completely leaving it hidden on his computer. He hears you gasp when you canât see it anymore on the taskbar.Â
âItâs... a surprise. Iâm writing a song for you and itâs not finished. So keep your greedy little paws off my computer, you hear me?âÂ
The idea of Jihoon writing you a song makes your heart swell with emotions. Staring at him, you arenât sure what to do or say at first so you nod and then shake your head, hearing Jihoon laugh as he copies you. âYou did hear me or you didnât, Y/N?âÂ
âI did! I heard you, Jihoon, but... you, what? Really? For me? When can I hear it? Canât I see it now? Oh my god, baby... thatâs the sweetest thing youâve ever told me.âÂ
You were gushing and while Jihoon loved hearing you spiraling for a good reason, he wasnât going to give in and let you see or hear something that wasnât perfect. Shaking his head, Jihoon laces his fingers with your left hand and leans to kiss your neck with a soft hum. âNo, you canât see it now. It is for you and I will give it to you, I promise.âÂ
Scoffing, you lean into Jihoonâs kiss, listening to his words. He was giving you half answers. Whining his name, you lean away from his body some to see him better as he laughs under his breath and sighs your name in return as his fingers slide to play with your ring finger of your left hand. âY/N⊠IâIâll give you the song on our wedding day. How âbout that?âÂ
The answer stuns you and makes your face bloom with heat. Glancing away from Jihoon, you try to keep the tears that threaten to collect on the rims of your eyes from spilling over as he lifts your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. âHm? Does that sound fair?âÂ
When you nod, Jihoon grins against your hand and sighs. âGood, because I love you so much and I wouldnât give you anything unless itâs perfect.âÂ
Jihoon watches your bottom lip stick out slightly as you pout tears finally making their way to your cheeks when you blink a few times trying to regain your composure only to fail. âI love you. Youâre already perfect; nothing has to be perfect. Why would you say that to me, Jihoon? Donât tease me.âÂ
Smiling, Jihoon shakes his head and pushes on your pout with his thumb before turning your face towards him so he can wipe away your tears. âWhoâs teasing anybody?âÂ
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hiii!! may i request for headcanons/ an imagine about the crew with a bubbly and cute crew member who playfully; innocently flirts with them? (preferably someone younger than the crew as well, but not minor đ. say early 20s?) the crew member really is a solid team player and person, but they also just wanna see if they could get the other crew members flustered (and see if they have a chance with them đ). hope this makes sense! thank you so much! ^^
Flustered;
Crew Members x A young! And incredibly flirty! Reader. [ Reader is not a minor just younger than the crew members]
warnings: slightly suggestive.
Captain Curly
God help this man. He is just trying to keep everyone on the ship happy and secure and was definitely not up for the challenge he was now facing.
A young intern probably like half his age is constantly on the prowl to catch this guy off guard.
He liked you very much already,due to how much of a breath of fresh air you were on that ship,always taking care of stuff. But this? Oh boy.
He's had a fair share of people try and flirt with him,to try and get into his pants,but with you? It's different,very different.
He just couldn't pin point as to what it was about you,the way your words would roll off your tongue like butter.
The way your voice was so sultry and raspy...or was it the way you looked at him that would make his blood run hot.
He was trying, trying so hard to control himself, he's the captain after all.
But lord knows,a man can only control his nerves so much.
Co-Pilot Jimmy
what. the. fuck. ?
no seriously,what the actual fuck? he had no clue in the fucking world as to why someone as fucking drop-dead gorgeous as you was hitting on HIM of all people?
It didn't help how you were like SO YOUNG compared to him.
He thought you were probably joking around,teasing him. To make him feel like shit. And he started to almost resent you for it.
But by god- can someone seriously be THIS PERSISTENT with a joke???
He was on fucking edge all the time,because he simply, couldn't think straight whenever you would hit on him.
A part of him just wanted to snap and makeout with you in an instant,but he was just holding it together,for the sake of who knows what.
But patience always runs out, doesn't it?
Nurse, Anya
This poor,poor girl.
She already was stressed due to how things were going on.
she couldn't handle a young intern, who also happened to be a bit too, attractive was hitting on her.
she got so flustered that you had to apologise on several occasions.
She admired how you were so efficient at your job,always making sure to get things done.
But she always stuttered whenever you would pull those one liners on her.
The nurse was falling,and she was falling hard.
Mechanic, Swansea
he isn't paid enough to deal with this shit.
sure,he appreciated how useful and competent you were compared to his other intern.
But was the price of your competency...uhh this?
Flirting with a guy who's old enough to be your dad?
He would just shrug all of your advances off,just shooing you away whenever you tried to pull any crap.
but he's also..just a guy,lord help him wanting to indulge in some good ol' flirting.
The old man is trying his best,he is.
Mechanic Intern, Daisuke
Is this his lucky day? Another intern,just a little younger than him,was hitting on him?
HE WAS ON ANOTHER PLANET. ( No pun intended )
He would get incredibly shy and flustered tho, he's not used to this.
It doesn't help just how pretty you are. He's not even used to talking to pretty people.
He was just trying to pull his big boy pants up and face you like a true man.
But he would always just melt away at your words.
He wants to ask you out so badddd but he's scared that you're just casually flirting with him.
Seems like you're gonna have to make the first move.
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