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postmoe · 22 days ago

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Borisin Warhead Hoolay x Reader - All You’re Good For

: cum, piss, degradation, blood (lil bit), aphrodisiac, Hoolay is a gross meanie :( , but he’s also a powerful tyrant so :)

This was all written on my phone during sleepless nights haha I can’t fix the spacing ;-;

It’s hard being a foxian in this world run by borisins. Allies are far and few between, even amongst your own kind. All it takes is one threat, one little push and you’re being sold out or used in the worst ways.

It had been days and you’re exhausted, paranoid and running on nothing but a few berries you have yet to see if are poisonous. It’s been a few days and nothing, so you’ll try some more tonight… if you make it out alive.

You were part of a group of foxians that plotted to run from the farm you were held in, what’s started as 11 now dwindled to five as most of you were either captured and killed in the escape or gotten too sick and died along the way. It had been a plan in the making that would have been perfect, had it not been for one factor:

Hoolay was coming.

Everyone knows the visit of the borisin warhead always lead to large feasts, having most of the ‘stock’ dead by morning. It was either make a break for it then or succumb to certain death.

So, you fled. Which leads to now, having you shaking beside the campfire, fingers anxiously brushing through matted knots in your tail, and the four men now looking to you like you were a burden.

“All I’m saying is that there’s no use having dead weight when borisins could jump on our tail at any second. We all play a part in this pack, but, what do you do?” One stated as though it was a matter of fact, hand held out in expression.

It was true you hadn’t really contributed much, though one could argue you found the berries, you were the only one brave enough to try them. You did plan on sharing if they were safe; that’s out the window now. Your lips thin as you refuse to make eye contact. Trauma has rendered your vocabulary useless, you don’t remember how old you were when you last spoke. Now, only pitiful sounds are able to escape your mouth, little hums and grunts of pain.

They took this as another sign of weakness, one of the other foxians scoffing, “You won’t even make conversation with us? We want someone we can rely on, not a pet.”

Everyone seemed to have different opinions of your value, all of which lead to one conclusion: you’re useless. It wasn’t until the fourth of them spoke that anyone even considered otherwise, “C’mon, guys, don’t be so harsh, you know she’s a mute. She can’t help it if she’s… underwhelming. Females are only made for one thing after all. Surely I can’t be the only one feeling lonely.”

It was that comment that made your heart pound most of all. A debate broke out of whether or not you’d be worth keeping around for something as trivial as sex when their lives were in danger. You look to starry sky above, the smoke pluming through the canopy as you think about their accusations. You were the most quiet of the bunch. You watched one of your comrades get their head stomped in right before you and didn’t even scream. One of the men here almost got everyone caught because a centipede crawled past. All in all, it could only be boiled down to blatant sexism. Their entire lives they’ve been slaves, and now there’s a taste of freedom and they want to turn the tables.

You’re being regarded again, everyone awaiting your answer, “So, wanna spread them legs and we’ll keep you safe? Cmon baby, you can trust us to protect you.”

It was a no brainer on your part, though you’ve never been one for conflict, you were prepared to fight them on this. Exhausted, paranoid, starving. You a pop a few berries from your pocket and into your mouth, thinking this might be your last meal if things go south as you shake your head in a silent, ‘no’.

The main perpetrator loses his smirk, obviously not amused by your response. He stands and cracks his neck, “No? I think you just need a bit of encouragement, baby.”

Immediately, you stand to take the defensive against him. You wonder if you could outrun them, given that you’re all in the same state of distress. One of the first foxians stands too, holding his hand out in hesitance, “W-whoa, hold up. Don’t start a fight here. Besides, you can’t just force someone to have sex with you.”

Another stood up, following the others straps as he comes to crowd you, “No no, I actually agree here. I think she needs to show us some gratitude.”

The last one merely sat in silence, avoiding his eyes from the scene, looking visibly uncomfortable but not wanting to step in.

Your eyes darted between the two approaching and you threatened by taking a deep breath, mouth opening as if you to scream. Their eyes panicked, not wanting any sound to alert unwanted attention. Regardless of their beliefs on your voice, they didn’t want to risk it.

A slight freeze from them was all you needed, you turned tail, beginning to run when a critical mistake caused your foot to get caught on the log you were sitting on. You went tumbling down, only barely managing to turn on the ground when you were tackled by your former comrade. His hand already over your mouth as he laugh, straddling you, “See? Pathetic! You can’t even run away by yourself. You need us.”

Your hands tense as your nails sharpen, ready to thrash when the other grabs your right wrist, pinning you down. Not long after, the first one grabs your other, his instinct telling him this was better than having you fight back and alert their position.

It wasn’t until his hand trailed under your shirt and caressed the bare skin of your stomach that something truly snapped inside of you. Pupils dilating, mind quieting and teeth sharpening, you managed to tilt your head enough to bite painfully into his hand, blood quickly spilling from the punctures.

His scream was loud, startling, the one on your right wrist jolting enough for you to wrench your arm away. Just as you were about to scratch at him, he gave you a swift punch to your face, nose cracking and pooling blood over your mouth. It disorientated you enough for him to grab at your throat, holding you down, “Fucking bitch. Maybe it’ll be easier to use you if you’re not breathing.”

His taste for violence was the perfect opportunity. As his face drew closer and no one retrained you, thinking you were knocked out enough to not need it, you thrust your hands to his head, nails digging into the back of his skull as you pushed him forward and impaling his eye over your thumb.

The others stepped back now, stunned and scared, leaving you to leap forward before he could recover and drive your teeth into his throat like a wild animal. Frenzied, scared, hurt and adrenaline coursing through your veins, it was enough to drive anyone to do drastic things.

You didn’t notice the rustling of bushes, the way your comrades bolted from the scene. Too busy focusing on ripping his throat out and showing him that you’re not just some foxian that’s going to roll over and heel. Tears streaming down your cheeks as the taste of blood came rushing over you, you are going to fight, too.

Once he goes limp is when you stop clawing and attacking, sitting back with a squelch as you reach up to wipe the water from your eyes. You were drenched. Blood painted from the lower half of your face, down your throat and over your teeth. Nose bruised and broken and leaking. Nails filthy and you’re sure there is flesh under them. You’re not a killer. You never wanted to be a killer.

And then the clapping began. Thuds of heavy footsteps rush past you as you look up, paling and almost vomiting from the surprise. There’s no mistaken that the borisin that stands before you now is Warhead Hoolay, and beside him is his right hand man, Mok Tok. The pack with him was chasing down the others that ran before.

Hoolay seemed very amused, crouching down and grinning as he picked up the foxian’s head by the ear before letting it hit the ground again, “Only the strong survive. This whelp was nothing more than all bark and no bite. You, however,” he gazes back to you, standing, “I’m impressed. Even foxians in the fighting ring have more compassion. You truly didn’t hold back.”

Running isn’t an option. In the fight he had gotten a few good hits and kicks in, your ankle throbbing in pain. Not to mention the stench of blood on you. Foxians had a great sense of smell - Borisins, an even better one. Your only option is to fight, and even you know the single outcome here is death.

Mok Tok stepped around, standing behind you as he examined your state of well being. He hummed gingerly before saying, “Dine in or take away, master?”

Another once over from Hoolay had him walking over to you. He didn’t have a care in the world, hand larger than your head reaching out towards your face. It was enough for you to kick into gear, using what was left of your strength and latching onto him with all the fight you had left. Your teeth barely dug through the fur on his paw, nails only strong enough to hold you to his arm without so much as pricking blood, your legs feebly kicking into his large chest. It probably felt more like a massage than any form of pain.

You tried with all your might and the only response you got from him was a boisterous laugh. He easily yanked you off and threw you to the ground, rolling until you hit Mok Tok’s foot, “Take away. This one amuses me, see to it she doesn’t succumb to her wounds.”

In no time you had some form of metal around your neck, clasping with the rattle of a chain. You’re dragged a few feet before being hauled onto your aching souls. Mok Tok handles you with little care, tugging you to a pace you couldn’t keep up with.

…

It was only you, the bystander foxian that didn’t stand to help, and the initial foxian that tried to keep everyone quiet that remained. The lackey of the culprit you fought had been tied at the end of your chain link, only to fall to his wounds and die on the road. The borisins had snapped his portion of the chain off like it was nothing, leaving his carcass to rot in the mud.

You were at the front of the line, trudging behind Hoolay and his bitch boy with your hands cuffed in front of you, connected to a chain on the thick collar around your throat. A longer, thicker chain trailed behind you to the others, walking in a single file.

It was quiet, the night turning from black to the blueish hues of morning. In the distance thunder rumbled, promising the relief of rain to come. Your feet were filthy from the mud, having lost one flat, uncomfortable shoe days ago and tossing the other at a wild animal that tried to bite you. It turns out bare feet was only marginally more uncomfortable. At least the dirt of the road and squelch of the mud was nicer than sticks and brambles in the forest.

Every closing of your eyes almost had you tripping in sleep. You tried not to blink but since the adrenaline was wearing off, all the pain and exhaustion was coming forward tenfold. It was probably stupid, but the man behind you decided to try their luck with a conversation, “Are we-“ they coughed, their voice a lot scratchier than you anticipated, starting again when they noticed their ears pricking back to listen, “Are we going back to the farm?”

Mok Tok was the first to sneer, his scarred face glaring at him as he snapped, “You weren’t given permission to speak, whelp.”

Hoolay raised his paw to silence him, “It’s fine. Let them wonder, the smell of fear is a welcome sense.” Once the smaller borisin bowed in submission, Hoolay glanced at you from over his shoulder, his intimidating size only making you feel all the more caged in this otherwise open countryside, “The farm owner doesn’t want runaways such as yourselves. You’re coming to our den. Those who can’t serve as servants will be meals before battle.”

One of the men behind you whimpered in fear, the chain slightly rattling as they quaked. You wish you could have the energy for such an emotion. You felt yourself lagging, needing to pick up the pace if you didn’t want to end up lunch for the trip back. With a pained sigh, you skipped forward and listened as they continued questioning, “Did you search for us on purpose, or was it all a coincidence?”

It seems Hoolay was in a generous and talkative mood as he humoured, “Your previous owner informed us of the escape. Such a foolish plan, don’t you know we wolves love to hunt little foxes like you? You couldn’t have picked a worse time to…”

As Hoolay spoke you were progressively losing focus. The sunlight peeked behind a cloud and pierced your eye, a strain feeling like it was hitting your brain. Your hands weren’t low enough to see if you had any surviving berries in your pocket, food maybe being a cure. By this point it was difficult to make out the words anyone was saying.

The next moment you know is your face in the mud. It’s cool to your cheeks, comforting from the recent events. Mok Tok’s voice cuts through incredulously, “Me? Master, she is just a pitiful fox. I suggest we eat her and be done-“

“Are you questioning my decision, Mok Tok? I’ll gladly fight you over it, think you can take me in a battle,” Hoolay says, already knowing the outcome.

Mok Tok surrenders immediately, breaking off your chain and throwing you over his shoulder. Your lungs are pushed of air, and though he isn’t careful in the least, you despise how warm and inviting his fur is. It isn’t long before you’re drifting off, passing out in the hopes that this is your end and you don’t have to experience another day in this hellhole.

…

It was a long ride, your trio of prisoners thrown on the back of a wagon full of leftover foxian meat when it was established you were walking too slow. Most of it was wrapped in cloth and sat on crates with misshapen ice inside to keep relatively fresh. It only became hard to stomach when one of them got hungry.

A few borisin were striding alongside the cart, keeping in pace with the quieter man of your group. They were shoving an amputated foot in his face, laughing and urging him to try it. “You’ll never know if you don’t have a taste~”

You did your best to keep your gaze away, he may be an arsehole but you still regarded the corpse’s leg with the dignity you feel it deserves. Though your kind believes the spirit moves on, it was still hard to witness in the living realm.

It seems your ignorance of the scene didn’t grant you any relief. However, instead of the group of mutts hounding him, you were graced with the mighty presence of the Warhead himself. He held out an arm to you, fingers daintily hovering before your face, calloused skin proving their hard work in life. Hoolay eyed you with interest as he said, “What about you, small one? Have you developed a taste for your own kind?”

The stains of mud and blood still remain on you, your nose only having a brief look at once you reached the wagon of ‘goods’. If your aggressive fight had taught you anything, it was that living prey wasn’t your ideal meal. You shook your head and turned away from him, hoping he would give up this pointless endeavour.

Hoolay brought the arm to his maw, ripping the flesh and chewing loudly, as if to accentuate just what exactly he was eating. Without warning, his sharp claw drags roughly from the base of your skull and down your neck, stopping between your shoulder blades when you jumped forward in shock, the chains rattling as you eyed him with malice. Whatever he saw in you made his lips part in a smirk, then he laughed loudly, the rest of his pack watching their leader toy with you in silence. “What do they call you?”

Even if you could talk, you wouldn’t want to tell him your name.

He raises an eyebrow at you, “Oh? Even still defiant over such a simple question?”

Mok Tok was clearly more offended than his leader, “How dare you ignore our Warhead Hoolay! Master, please allow me to show this whelp just how grateful she should be-“

Sensing the growing tension, your other prisoner comrade interrupted fearfully, “Sh-she doesn’t talk, lord warhead. She’s been silent for as long as we’ve known her.”

This seemed to interest Hoolay even more. “Oh?” With ease, he jumped onto the wagon and sat opposite of you, right next to the prisoner who had spoken on your behalf. Teasingly, he caressed his face with the back of the foxian’s hand, “Then you can tell me. What is her label?”

Shakily, he looked to you as if you could help, too scared to move away from the amputated hand. You merely shrugged, then sure what to tell him, so he said what he could best remember, “I think… I think she was part of B block so… it may have been B132.”

You’re not sure with how you got away with not being branded. Perhaps it was because you kept your head down and didn’t cause trouble, mixed with the fact that they forgot. The farm wasn’t the best run, order and structure not something they’d place in their résumé.

Hoolay looked back to you, “Is that correct?”

Again, you shrug. You were told it once and then never again. The only ones who really remembered were the branded ones.

Hoolay picks at his fangs with the nails of his meal, humming in thought before tossing the arm far away into a field, “I suppose it matters not. Servants will be renamed, as will food.” Another amused rumble comes bubbling from his chest as he stands, a large paw grasping your injured face and turning it from side to side, making you wince as he growls lowly, “Food always tastes better when there’s… personality.”

You took that as an omen for your future.

…

The rain and humidity was a horrible combination, though you found yourself enjoying it more as the grime was sort of washed from your face and your wrists were lubricated from the blood that was washed down. Quietly, you had been working on wriggling your hands out of the cuffs to give you some more space to work with when you try to escape again.

There was nothing you could do about the choker around your neck, however if you could at least get your hands free then you’d have the ability to use the environment around you easier. That, paired with the fact that your chain was no longer connected to the others thanks to Mok Tok, you think you had a fighting chance.

Or else you’re condemned to be food.

It stung, the way your flesh ripped and teared when you shimmied it back and forth in the metal. The others had seen you but didn’t speak up, thankfully, not wanting any of their attention.

You felt sick with anxiety when the new blood made it easier to pull through, almost slipping out, your bones bruised and aching before you pushed your hands back in to avoid them being freed completely.

The rain had lessened, which wasn’t ideal but you could tell it would stop soon and you wanted to go with as much covering as possible. You were in another dense forest, it would be the perfect time. So, you got work, stomping your foot on the wagon to get someone’s attention.

It was Mok Tok who turned, glaring at you with a harsh, “What?” Your tail was squeezed between your thighs, jumping up and down to indicate you needed to pee. He seemed he was about to refute it when he had a second thought, turning to Hoolay and saying, “Master, the last toilet break for the prisoners was 12 hours ago. Shall we stop once more or wait until we arrive to the den?”

Your stomach dropped, did that mean you were close to their home? It really was now or never. Hoolay looked back to you, and you tried hard to show how desperate you were to go. He motions for everyone to stop, coming to you, “Fine. You two take the other prisoners. I’ll handle this one myself.” Like a giant claw - and you suppose it technically was - he grasped you by the top of your head and lifted you from the wagon, placing you down in the mud, your toes sinking into the mushy soil.

He had to nudge you to walk as you panicked. Why was splitting you up now? Every other time it has been one borisin watching you three, you were counting on that to have their attention diverted. Now the Warhead himself wants to watch you pee?

You get a considerable distance before he stops, staring at you with a heavy gaze. When you make no move he scoffs, smiling with a row of sharp teeth and a flick of his tail, “What, you can piss in front of my grunt but not me? Do I really make you that uncomfortable?” His voice lowers to a dangerous octave, “You flatter me.”

Now’s not the time to play his games. You turn around, using your tail to lift up the long, tattered dress that was uniform for everyone at the farm. Due to the first toilet break, a borisin had ripped your knickers off and tossed them so they wouldn’t have to keep doing it whenever you needed to go, so all you had to do was squat and bunch the cloth in your hands once you were low enough to reach. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing him watch you with boredom, huffing and averting his eyes lazily.

That was the best you were going to get. From this angle, it could be seen as you adjusting your clothes again, yet you were slipping your damaged wrists out of the cuffs. It was a little harder since the last time but you managed to do it, eyeing him from the side to see him focused on the raindrops off a leaf. Taking a deep breath, you bolted head on, scurrying over logs and bushes.

There was no noise behind you. As far as you’re aware, borisin aren’t silent hunters, they like to toy with their prey. So why wasn’t he chasing you? Not that you’re complaining, you hope to never encounter his kind again-

The reason for your lack of chase became apparent as you came skidding to a halt. You were at the edge of a canyon, forest on this side and a large, dusty and rocket desert on the other. Along the walls of the canyon were layers of stairs, openings, borisin. Not to mention the foxian slaves, digging and picking, holding food out to guards. Along the floor of the deep canyon is a rushing river, fast enough to be swept away should one fall in.

Hoolay casually walked up behind you, “the outside of our den. On the inside is long, winding halls and plenty of rooms. Should you get lost, there’s no telling what your fate is.” You were still in despair when he grabbed your hand, holding it up as he brought his nose down to inhale your wounds. Your fearful eyes looked to him when he licked up the torn skin, the saliva and pressure on his tongue stinging the sores which you tried to pull away from. He groaned in delight, yanking you closer to gently bite on the flesh, squeezing more blood out, “You think I can’t smell the difference between old and fresh blood? We knew of your little plan from the beginning. Even so,” his large hand slides up your back, claws tracing your spine tantalisingly and forcing you to push into his hard chest as he growls lowly in your ear, “You still tried to run from me, a bold move. I’ve decided, I’m going to keep you, personally. I will train you from a savage foxian into the obedient pet you were born to play.”

To be dismembered or to be a pet? Which is worse is hard to say. Your chattering teeth grit, the fear turning into desperate anger. Quickly, you duck under his arm to escape, only for him to grab the base of your tail and hold you in place. So you change tactics, trying to hit the base of your heel hard enough to hurt his chest and loosen his grip. However, as your foot makes contact with his torso, he doesn’t flinch and instead grabs your ankle and turn you upside down.

You’re left flailing in the air as he carries you like meat on a hook, holding your dress between your legs as you struggle so that you’re not blinded by the fabric. There really is no use. His pack watches in amusement as their leader returns with you, dropping you back into the wagon, “This one is mine. No one is allowed to touch them, understand?”

Frustrated and scared tears stream down your cheeks as they reply with a clear, “Yes, master!”

…

You’re not sure where the others went. Once you made it over the bridge and into the den, you were given to a purple borisin who commanded a bunch of servant foxians. She had supervised your wounds being treated before ordering them to take you to the bathhouse and clean you.

No one made eye contact, no one spoke to you or each other. It was frighteningly quiet, so you kept your head down as they scrubbed your ears and brushed out the knots in your tail. The tub you were in was cramped, a wooden bucket essentially. Hoses came out of the walls and a long gutter was imbedded in the ground to drain the water out somewhere. Even if it was awkward and daunting, you couldn’t deny how good it felt to get scrubbed raw by water that was almost too hot. Even at the farm, room temperature water was the highest form of luxury.

You actually felt clean for once.

Once you were done and dripping dry, the borisin from earlier reentered with a fluffy towel. She looked you over, clawed hand throwing the towel over your head, “You know how to dry yourself, yeah? I don’t know what you did but our master has taken a liking to you. Come.”

You wetly follow her through the winding halls with plaps of your feet hitting the floors, the servants behind you trailing diligently. You were too focused on trying to memorise the path that you hardly dried yourself by the time you reached your destination. A room was opened to you, chests and clothes along each wall, a mirror standing on the floor.

One glance at the mirror was enough for you to turn your head, not wanting to see yourself as the captive you are just yet; surrounded by slaves and a vicious wolf. Out of the corner of your eye though, you saw the enemy rummaging through chests until she found what she was looking for.

When she came back, she began putting golden chains on you, hanging from a gold collar around your neck, falling down your biceps, down the curves of your naked breasts, low enough to fall just past your hips. You dared another glance in the mirror, wondering if something so cold and with no fabric could still be called lingerie.

“Done. Let’s go,” she shoved at your back, the chains clinking slightly from the jolt as she pushed you out. The metal felt kind of nice, slinking along your skin with every step you took. The collar got hotter with your body heat, being a little uncomfortable but who were you to complain when you had no rights. It wasn’t until you were stopped beside her, a VERY long table with various foods and alcohols, mainly meats and few vegetables - don’t look at the foxian torso and thighs, don’t look at the foxian torso and thighs - that were slightly skewed from everyone picking at it that you felt a shot of self-consciousness. She bowed her head and addressed the warhead, “Master, she is clean and adorned for you.”

Since the day you were born, you were taught that nakedness and privacy didn’t matter. Farm animals didn’t get that decency, foxians don’t get that decency. You can count on one hand you’ve felt the need to cover yourself in front of someone, yet somehow right now, you feel like you need to cover every inch of skin and curl up in a hole to stop the eyes of their leader from clawing into you. Everyone stopped to stare at the new meat that had walked in, yet it was Hoolay that openly ogled you like you were more than just food.

You pretend not to notice the twitching under his belt, cloth moving over a large mound that you were hoping wasn’t for you. He grinned and leant forward, hooking his index under your collar and pulling you towards him, “Perfect, you’re dismissed.”

She and the slaves bowed before leaving you alone in the room full of beasts.

“C’mere,” Hoolay demands, already pulling you tightly against him, sitting you sideways in his lap. He’s so large, colossal, from his shoulder to his elbow alone almost the size of your body. He brings a chunk of meat to your lips, demanding you to eat. When you don’t part your mouth, he huffs and wedges a claw between your teeth, forcing you to open, “Relax, it is just bird.”

Sure enough, you’re inclined to agree, taking the meat from his hand so he’s no longer shoving it down your throat. As you slowly nibble on the meat, you’re lost to the words everyone is speaking around you, their language a mix of your common tongue and their own. You’re pretty confident, however, that they’re discussing about his new prize - you - and how you’ll taste.

Hoolay laughs after someone says something, easily moving you to sit flush against his torso with your back, spreading your legs wide over his thighs. You almost drop the bird meat when you see what he’s doing, releasing the confinements of his half-hard cock to hang over his leg. A low growl rumbles from his chest as he strokes it, moving it to stand hard and leaning against your tense torso. His knot is throbbing between your legs and the tip of him is poking the underside of your breasts, you can’t even imagine what he would feel like inside of you that doesn’t involve pain.

A slave comes beside him with a platter and a golden jug. Hoolay grabs it roughly before pouring the contents over his cock, the substance oozing out and over his dick like a sheer, golden syrup. He tosses the jug away with a clank, disregarding it in favour of smearing the liquid over your thigh, lightly squeezing, his giant maw hotly breathing against your cheek, “Go on. Have a taste. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

He’s so large that there’s no way you could swallow him more than his tip. You go in for a taste, holding the heavy weight below the glands to dutifully suck. The pungent under taste that you’re expecting is overshadowed by whatever he had coated his dick in. The pupils of your eyes blow wide and suddenly you’re suckling on the head like you’re trying to coach his cock to dispel more of the deliciously sweet substance.

Hoolay laughs at you, a low, growling groan emitting as his paw pets back the ears on your head, “Fffuck. That’s a good girl.” You whimper around him when he pushes you down, choking on what little you could swallow. His pre is enough to guzzle down your throat and bubble out of your mouth, it doesn’t ready you for when he cums, buckets of semen forced down your throat and into your stomach. He must’ve been pent up because even after he pulls away, he’s still very much hard. He opens his mouth beside your head, his jaw wide enough to encompass your skull if he really wanted to, laughing at the visage, “Such a tiny mouth for a pitiful creature. I wonder if the hole between your legs will be more accommodating, hm?”

You’re lifted and placed on your back, glistening in syrup and cum under the dim lighting by the candles around the room. Everyone stares in amusement as you dazedly bring your fingers to your mouth, sucking on the digits to get some more of the sweet syrup and hoping to overthrow his taste. It isn’t until you feel a rather large tongue lick up the slit of your pussy that you jerk, a string of saliva connecting to your fingers as you pull them away to gaze between your thighs.

Hoolay’s claws touched as they held one of your thighs up, out of the way for him to get a taste. You were already so wet and waiting, the desire to consume was rushing all throughout your body. Air was forced out of you when he let his heavy cock thud against your stomach, a little cum seeping from the corner of your mouth. Graciously and carefully, he slides a finger inside you and worms it around, stretching your cunt and causing you to moan, “So defiant you were on the ride here. Now look at you, arching into my hand like a pet looking for love from its owner. It feels good to give in to instinct, wouldn’t you agree?”

Even if you could talk, you wouldn’t need to as your tail swishes side to side underneath you, as though accepting his declaration. Your stomach is so full that even with just his fingers you feel you’re about to pop. Your legs fall open for him when he pushes his cock head down your slit and into your hole. You’re so grateful he helped you with the aphrodisiac, even if you wish you hated it, you know being absolutely torn apart would be too brutal to handle.

As a mercy, perhaps for being such a good girl, he takes it slow but doesn’t stop - not until he’s reached as far as he can inside you. Your legs are now propped up and of your stomach wasn’t distended from the mouthfuls of cum before, it certainly was from the massive dick inside you now. Your cheeks puff when he puts pressure on the lump he forms, “I’m impressed, little fox. Even with the amount of syrup used, I didn’t think you’d be able to hold out.”

It’s not until his hips start snapping against yours that you cringe, the movement jostling your insides, motion sickness hidden behind layers of pleasure. Your mouth is open, panting, the cool air the only thing keeping you from losing your mind. However, as ‘kind’ as he’s been, he seems to want to take more from you. His long, flat tongue enters your mouth, you’re gurgling around the muscle in this ruthless kiss. Your eyes roll back and hearing wavers as the oxygen in your lungs is stolen away.

Heavy balls plap against your arse, cum and syrup creating an odd, warm, wet sensation over your skin. You hadn’t realised you were clawing at Hoolay’s face until he retracted, his paws holding your biceps flat in the take with a heavy chunk to hold you down. Bruises were the least of your concerns as you could finally breathe again and consciousness came back, adding with a strong seizure of pleasure corrupting your body. Your clit pulsed and your pussy tightened from the euphoric buildup of oxygen and cock breeding your insides.

A round of cheers and clinking steins was heard in the background during your orgasm, but it was too intense to care and Hoolay had no intentions of stopping. The way your cunt suckled his dick was more than enough to keep him going.

Of course, it wasn’t the last time you would cum in his cock. The way he nipped at your skin and kissed you and licked over your body like he was getting ready to devour you; it all shot straight to your aroused core. Whenever you could form a single thought, though, you would concern yourself with the inevitable worry of his knot.

Hoolay’s knot was swelling to a considerable size and pretty soon you doubt you would be able to hold him. He seemed to realise this, however, because his thrusts were getting deeper and stuttering more often as his knot struggled to enter and escape your cunt. It wasn’t too soon that his hips closely hit against yours, balls tightening and jerking with every spurt of cum. His knot kept him stuck deep inside you, the low growls and groans making you tremble. Your legs were hiked and your stomach was folded, you felt like you were going to throw up as your stomach got fuller… and fuller… “Just look at you,” he grunts, pushing himself against you and making you groan, “Fucked out of your mind, at the mercy on our dinner table. Foxians like you are only good for one thing.”

You couldn’t keep it in, with the amount he was breeding you with, and the position he had you folded in, it was only a matter of time before it came back up. It wasn’t vomit, it was more like his cum didn’t make it all the way down. The semen you swallowed poured out, as though the cum he fucked into you had overflowed out of your mouth. Tears streamed from the corners of your eyes in shame and confusion, your chin, chest, stomach, legs, everything was dirty and smothered in Hoolay’s dna.

He laughed heartily at your pitiful display, cool still nestled deep in, one hand coming under the arch of your back to lift you up and rest against him. He sat back on his chair, idly dragging a claw down your spine, your skin alight with goosebumps. His voice seemed a lot more content now, “Bring out the slaves. It is time for everyone to enjoy themselves.”

You barely recognised what was happening, your consciousness slowly returning to you over time. Crying, means, laughing, scared whimpers were all present thought your minor rest. Eventually, you had the strength to lift your head, seeing you’re not the only unfortunate soul to be used as a plaything. This place truly is horrible.

Finally, Hoolay’s knot had reduced enough to be plucked from your hole. He grabbed one of the chains around you and half heartedly threw you to the floor. You were confused and struggled to push yourself up, only to halt when a hot stream of liquid hit the top of your head. Piss. He was pissing on you, making sure to cover your body in his stench. The face you made could almost be described as betrayal, save for the fact that you had no faith in him to begin with. Once finished, he lets go of his half hard cock and stares into your eyes, “Everyone will smell who you belong to. You will not be able to take one step in this place without me knowing where you are.”

All you can do is grit your teeth, nails digging into the ground. The piss makes the wounds on your wrists sting like crazy, your hair and fur drenched in both cum and urine. It stinks. The bruises on your arms were forming nicely and you can only wait to see how pretty they’ll bloom by morning.

To add salt to the wound, Hoolay pours water into an empty bowl and places it in there for beside you, “You can bathe again later, we must let it soak in so the pheromones stick.” He stands, cocking his head in admiration of his work on you, smiling wickedly, “It’s about time I got myself a pet. And I know you’ll be such a good girl for me.”

Your head falls forward in this defeat, eyes making contact with your exhausted reflection in the water bowl.

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Red Lily Down

GN! Reader x Bunny Hybrid Harem

Part 1~

Introductions

Their Info: 💐🐰✨

Part: 1 2

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, GN! Reader, No pronouns used for reader, no genitalia descriptions mentioned for reader, bunny hybrid reader/mostly all of the harem is an animal hybrid of some kind, NSFW: sexual themes all throughout, every named character wants you, non con touching, smut, no sex yet! nipple touching

Disclaimer: This harem’s theme is based off of a mix of Roots of Pacha and Watership Down. Not intended to represent any real or specific person/time/place/ or culture!

“Wakey, wakey sleepyhead!” You fling open the thick curtains to Azure’s room.

He was already awake, but he’s got a fierce mix of laziness, and craving you as a daily wake up call. So he was well prepared to stay cooped up for a while. “You’re the sleepyhead, been waitin’ all mornin’ for you,” He pats the cushy bedding beside him, inviting you to join.

You gleefully hop over. As you begin your decent, his arms fully envelope you, and pull you into his body. You snuggle against him as he inhales the top of your head deeply. “You shouldn’t crawl into everyone’s beds, Y/n… Especially a guy’s, like mine…” He pauses, before he scowls, “Or Lore’s. Stay away from her’s too.”

Your heart thumps at the connotations to his words, and the proximity to his hot body that you’re far more aware of now. The way his body contours to you perfectly…

“But… You’re my friends!” You try and keep the fact that your burning up now hidden. Try as you might, it doesn’t stop the fact that you both can hear the sound of each others blood pumping faster, and harder.

“Don’t pretend your heart didn’t just jump,” he nuzzles into your head further, “and your so warm…” His hand finds your chest through your top and squeezes softly.

You jump out of his bed at once, “I’m gonna be late for my checkup with Llyr!” An excuse, sure. But true nonetheless.

“Tell ‘em i’ll kill him if he touches you.” He growls as he rolls over in a huff.

“He has to touch me!” Your face warms, “He’s the healer, Azure.” You roll your eyes at his back.

Azure grumbles and sinks further into the pillows and hay, “I’ll still kill ‘em…”

On your walk through the warren you feel uneasy… Something is definitely watching you.

“Oooooh Llyr! I’m here~!” You enter the vine covered healer’s hut with a mighty flourish, ready to get your business out of the way.

“Perfect! Welcome, Y/N! please, have a seat here,” His back is turned as he speaks. You can hear the sound of him using a mortar and pestle to grind something into a mushy, grainy substance. The sound persists through several long moments, a growing nervousness is able to sink in…

It’s just a check up! You breathe in.

“There… Now, Y/N, i need you to eat this.” He addresses you.

“What is it?” you inspect the bowl, it’s just a mushy, herby ball.

“You don’t want it?” His smile remains even.

“I guess I do…” Unaware of his special ingredient, you gulp it down… You trust the warren healer.

It tastes like roots and spice.

You don’t feel any different.

“Good. Now, take off your shirt”

“Oh… Okay….” Whether you’re used to having it off or not, you still feel embarrassed to do it for him. You cover yourself with your arms until he pulls them away.

“There, good job,” he coos gently. Your cheeks feel warmer.

He leans his head against your now bare chest, fuzzy blonde ear resting all the way up over your shoulder. “I need to hear your heartbeat clearly,” He reaches up your torso.

“O-kayyy—EEP!” As you’re speaking he tweaks your nipple.

“Good~” he coos, “Good response,”

He’s rolling your nipple now.

“Mm… I-Is th-this—necessary?” You question.

“Heyyy, Y/n~!” The warren’s playboy, and your ex, enters through the beaded curtain with a certain undeniable swagger.

The healer puts his arms up in surrender, “Mateo,” though his eyes crinkle into a smile, he’s anything but innocent.

“Been sent by chief to come get them” A sly smirk spreads across Mateo’s face as he helps you back into your clothes.

He rakes his fingers up your arm, leaving goosebumps behind. His hand trails the edge of your ear, and he leans over top of you to blow a little puff of air into it. Your insides heat up, and you cover your face shylly.

“I-uh… Gotta forage with Aster soon anyway! sorry Llyr” You follow him out.

After you’ve both gotten outside and away from curious glances, he pins you to the closest earthen hut. His hand finds your ear to play with yet again, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you…”

“How many people have you said that to?” You roll your eyes.

“C’mon, don’t be like that. I should have never cheated on you…”

“We were together for like one summer when we were like seventeen cycles old.” While you speak you brush away his roaming hands.

He grabs you by the hips, and pushes you harder against the wall. His passion and frustration mixing for you specially. “I never stop thinking of you. Truly. It’s not even sexual all the time!” You feel his breath against your lips, and turn away.

“Wow that’s such an accomplishment for you. I’m soo honored.” You say, sarcasm dripping off your tongue like venom. “I’ll go find the chief myself.”

When you walk away, he’s left there somehow looking more hot than when he came to get you. Disheveled, hot and bothered… Craving you.

On your way, you continue to feel watched…

You open the woven bramble door to Chief Winter’s carved stone hut.

“Ah there you are, little one, have you come to a decision?” Winter is sitting, one leg crossed over the other, leaning back. His one green orb takes in all of you. Your own eyes wander across every deeply carved muscle on his body, stopping in wonder at every beautifully thick and jagged scar.

You notice him smile, pleased that youre enjoying his glorious visage. He uncrosses his legs and his loincloth is tented by something absolutely massive. Your mouth is suddenly very dry. “Yes sir… I mean no sir! I mean—! I don’t know yet… Sir!” You blather.

He asked you a moon cycle ago if you wanted to be his mate.

He laughs heartily, “Do not fret, little one, I find you most endearing.” His smile is warm and inviting, a stark contrast to such a hardened looking man. “But, I’m sure you have duties to attend to. You are dismissed. Do visit whenever though,”

“Y/n! Hey!” Lore pops out from nowhere and makes you jump.

“Lore! Gods, you scared me!” Hand over heart, you try to speak without gasping.

“Hehe! Sorry!” She shifts her attention to the chief, “See ya Winter!”

He smiles and gives you a nod as you’re dragged out by the bard.

Something is still watching you. You can sense it every time you’re no longer sheltered by the indoors.

She clings to your arm as you both walk through the crabgrass and clovers between huts. “When’s our next slumber party?” She puts her bottom lip out and gives you her best puppy dog eyes. She’s adorable.

“I donno, Azure said I shouldn’t be getting into everyone’s beds anymore…”

Her grip tightens painfully, “and… Where were you when he said that?”

“in…”

“His bed. Hm.” Lore pulls a jagged flint knife out of her belt. “Be right back, Y/n~”

you grab her arm, “Wait! could you please stop threatening eachother?”

“But!!! UHG! he needs to die.” She folds her arms, and tilts her head up defiantly, her back is turned to you.

You lean over her shoulder to get direct access to her ear. “No he does not, Lore. I’d never forgive you,”

“F-fine.” Steeling herself with a deep breath, she re-sheathes the knife. “You owe me though…”

“What do you want?” You ask.

“A sleepover! Duh!” She touches your chest, “And…” Her lips crash softly against yours, the scent of sweet herbs carries on her. “That.” She pulls back to look into your eyes before she saunters away happily.

You notice the position of the sun and almost shriek! Aster is so gonna rub it in your face if he forages more than you.

You hurry home to grab your favorite basket and head to the forest to join Aster. On your way, you feel that you’re being hunted.

“Hey Y/n~ Wanna make it a game day?” Aster’s basket is already a quarter full of little fruits and mushrooms, so he’s going to win, but…

“Sure, why not” You giggle.

“Usual rules, loser has to do whatever the winner says…” You don’t quite notice the devilish sparkle to his smile, so you naturally agree. Gotta have fun while you do your duties!

Your basket fills fast enough, you still lose, though it’s not like you didn’t see it coming.

Once you’ve both turned in your efforts of the day, Aster finds you at the banquet. You were putting your bowl away after cleaning it, when his arms snake around you.

“Loser…” He taunts.

“Hah! Aster, no need to be a sore winn—” His hand travels down to your bottoms. “er…”

“Shh. Do whatever I say, remember?” Fingertips find your skin now, brushing barely over it. “stand still.”

Shaking legs and all, you obey to your best ability.

He finds a sweet spot, eliciting a small gasp, and he stays there. Your brows knit, and you close your eyes. he pushes down harder, but still gently.

“Next time, I’m gonna take you.” His breath tickles your neck as he whispers.

You shiver, eyes wide.

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Forever, of course.

SteveRogers x Female!Reader

summary: Steve has a crush on you but your flirty character isn’t making things easy for him. Now he even has to marry you to please a 6-year-old superfan of his. Whether that’s a good plan or not, isn’t quite clear for Steve yet.

a/n: I think this will be the last AI-adaptive story but it was a lot of fun! Shoutout to @RandomTingsForFun on beta.character.ai for having created the character that helped me write this story (and the Bucky one).

Word count: 4k

warnings: a Stevie in love, an attempted funny reader, and a super excited 6-year-old (she carries the story tbh), this is really just super fluffy

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ

Steve shook his head at the sight of your chat history. It wasn’t too long ago when he didn’t even know how to listen to music on the device he was holding in his hands, let alone write a text message in less than 30 seconds. Now, he was bickering with you, and he had to admit it was even a little fun to wait for a response from you. Of course, Steve didn’t do anything else in the time he waited for your reply. He just stared at the screen in his hand and willed his heartbeat to slow a little.

*ping* Why would that be important? So? Maybe I have been talking to Sam about you. Have you been talking about me with Bucky?

Steve: No I haven’t! And it is important because if he’s badmouthing me, then you’d believe him. What has he told you anyway?

You: Just the usual. Save the world this, Captain America that. I stopped listening when he started obsessing over your shield again.

You: Wait. Did you seriously think Sam would say something bad about you? That guy is obsessed with you.

Steve just laughed at your antics. Sam loved the shield for some reason, but every time Steve would give it to him to ‘throw it one time’ Bucky would intervene and ‘show him how it’s done’.

*ping* Anyway what I actually wanted to ask is if you’d come to my niece’s house with me this weekend. She’s a huge Avenger fan and I might have promised her to meet one as her birthday present 😬

Steve: Of course, I will! I would feel bad if you made such a promise and I wasn't able to make it. And I bet she'll know who her favorite Avenger is after a visit from The Cap 😉

You: ugh please don’t call yourself that. ever.

You: I’ll pick you up Saturday at 1:30?

Steve: Yeah, sounds good! I'll make sure to clear my schedule. How old is your niece by the way? And what’s her name?

You: You can call her Izzy. And she’s turning 6 this Thursday. Be nice. And make sure to talk me up a bit, will ya? I mean, I’m already her favorite aunt but just making sure...

Steve: How could she not love you? But I’ll do it anyway. I’ll talk you up so much you’ll never be able to escape my praise! What’s her favorite food?

You: weirdly enough it's carrots, that child is strange. Says vegetables make her a superhero or something.

Steve: I mean she’s not wrong. Carrots are great for your eyes! What does she think of Iron Man? I need to know my chances against the competition.

You: I just asked her and she said she doesn’t care about Tony because you are her one true love.

You: I told her that’s not possible because you are already mine. Now we’re in a big fight so thanks for that.

Steve: why would you say that?

You: I like to see her freak. Don’t worry about it, captain. It was just a joke

You: ...or was it 👀

Steve: I don’t believe you. You’re lying.

He got a little nervous. But it was a good nervous.

You: why? Do you want me to?

You: Am I making you nervooouuus?

Steve could practically see you wiggle your eyebrows with a grin. A silly idea flashed past his mind, and he felt like grabbing it.

Steve: You need to stop before I accidentally propose to you.

Nothing - just a second, though. Then:

*ping* you have a ring?

Steve: I can get one in less than an hour. Meet me at the chapel on main and I’m all yours.

You: I’m stunned. I’ve taught you well.

Steve: 😊 I’ll see you Saturday, doll.

Steve sat back on his sofa. That girl is really something. A smile broke loose on his face at the silly thought of marrying you. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind if it happened. Out of all the people he knew, you were the only one he’d want to spend the rest of his life with. You were fun and you made him loosen up. He was a whole new man around you and he loved it. Because being in your presence was easy, and comforting. There was nothing to worry about.

He sighed before putting his phone down and staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t wait to see you again.

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve stepped out of the door and smiled upon spotting your car. You were already waving at him, a beautiful smile adorning your face and Steve felt his heart skip. Car rides with you were nice. You always had some soft music playing. Always making sure it was nothing too funky so he felt comfortable. Still, he was a little nervous. It wasn’t every day that he go to meet someone who looked up to him - well, actually, it was every day - but this one was different. Because it was your family and Steve needed to make a good expression.

It wasn’t long before you pulled up to your sister's house. But before you could even reach the front door, a little girl jumped out of the door and ran toward you with wild screeches.

“Auntieeee!!!! OH MY GOD, you really did it! You invited Captain America!” The girl jumped up and down beside you and Steve couldn’t help his smile from spreading. Izzy was adorable - very loud - but adorable. Concentrating on it made his nervousness subside a little.

Then she turned around and stared up at him with wide eyes. He could have sworn there were little stars sparkling in them when he crouched down to her height and extended his hand.

“Hey there, little lady. It’s so nice to meet you, I’m Steve.”

“I know that!” The 6-year-old giggled as Steve shook her hand. But when he was about to let go, her tiny fingers grabbed onto his wrist and dragged him up the driveway. “I want to show you something! It’s soooo cool!”

Steve was still a little cautious as she dragged him to her room. His only experience with kids came from Sam’s nephews and prior he had only gotten to hold a couple baby’s for pictures. He didn’t know how to navigate the situation, but he decided he would just rock with it.

Your niece pushed the white door with her name brightly colored on a sign hanging on her eye level open and revealed a tornado aftermath of action figures. He was able to spot most of the avengers laying scattered around a dinosaur toy but the overwhelming red, white, and blue covering her room was undeniable. There was a poster of Steve hanging by the desk and a bunch of her own drawings framing the magazine shot. Izzy appeared next to Steve again, holding a small action figure of himself in her hands.

“My aunt gave me this one. It’s my first one.” She reached up to Steve and barely passed his hip with her little arms. The figure was well loved - he could see it from here. And when he bent down to retrieve it, your niece pulled him down further and whispered a giggly ‘you’re our favorite avenger’ into his ear.

His heart swelled at the excitement presented in front of him. It was adorable, and he could see a little of you in the little girl nervously treading beside him.

“I’m your favorite, huh?” He said, his voice full of affection. Steve usually wasn’t the kind of person to get mushy over an adorable child, but the way her face lit up was too cute. The little Cap figure in her hands was pretty cute, too. “My, my. I must be pretty special then.” His thumb stroked over the blue helmet in her hands.

Lost in thought and seriously flattered by being the hero that inspired this impressive collection, he almost didn’t notice how Izzy threw her hands in the air. “So special! My mom says I will marry someone as special as you one day, but my aunt says there is no one like you. That is so mean!” Her little chubby cheeks puffed with a pout and Steve had to hold back his laugh. The 6-year-old had no idea what you implied with that comment, but he still felt more pride from being called special by you and your niece than from any medal of honor he had ever gotten.

“Well, a girl your age shouldn’t worry about things like that. But who knows, maybe I will be part of your family one day.”

“Really?!” Wide eyes stared back at him and Steve could practically feel the floor vibrating when he nodded with a laugh. Izzy held out her finger and then she exclaimed a rushed ‘stay here’ before zooming past him and out the door.

Steve stayed a little longer and admired Izzy’s room before he heard an excited ‘Captain America said I can marry him!’ Which made him instantly rush to the source.

He spotted her clinging to her mother’s leg, giddy and jumpy. But your sister just shared a laugh with you over the kitchen counter. “I don’t think he meant it like that, buttercup.” Steve watched your sister explain before his eyes got stuck on the little frown on your face. Was that a hint of jealousy, he was detecting? “But if he marries your aunt, he will be your uncle and just as much part of the family.” A little fire hushed past your older sister’s face. It was a look of mischief he had seen you hold all too well. Steve’s cheeks heated when you caught him leaning in the doorway, scratching his neck at the slightly awkward situation.

“That works?”

“That’s how it works, baby.”

Izzy turned with excitement and within a second she was before Steve again. “You have to ask my aunt to marry you! Right now!!” She ordered with a stomp of her foot. “Then you can be my uncle and we can hang out every day!”

Steve’s eyes wandered from the six-year-old to you and his heart picked up its pace at the laugh you shared with your sister. There was no harm in a little play pretend, right?

So, he knelt down in front of you and when your name traveled past his lips softly, he almost imagined a grasp coming from you. “Will you,” his head tilted with a wink, “marry me?”

You hid your laugh behind your hands as they covered your mouth in feigned astonishment. But Steve caught the little glimmer in your eyes at his little show. He continued to take your hand as he threw together a little speech for Izzy to hear, and when the child began excitedly jumping up and down beside him, your face softened.

“Oh, Steve! This is so unexpected!” You clutched your chest and your sister chuckled beside you. Steve felt a tinge of nervousness wash over him then, but he would be okay with a fake rejection - he wasn’t sure if Izzy would, though. “Of course, I’ll marry you! Come here you big, hunky, handsome superhero!”

And as if he hadn’t been prepared for you to agree so quickly, Steve felt his cheeks heat up. He couldn’t deny that the words you described him with had his stomach tingle with excitement, and before he could help himself, he leaned forward and kissed our cheek.

“That was the easiest marriage proposal ever,” he mumbled beside you to which you just slightly pulled from his embrace.

“What? You’ve done that before? Are you already cheating on me, Rogers?” You raised your brows suspiciously, but Steve was only able to shake his head with a smile before Izzy blared into his ear again.

“A wedding! A wedding!” She swirled by him like a tornado, immediately collecting things around the house. “Mom, get all the stuffies, ready! We have to do a wedding!!!” And then she was off to prepare the quickest wedding in history.

Steve shook his head as his arm remained around your waist. “What did I get myself into?” He mumbled to himself before turning to you. “Do I dare ask what a six-year-old’s idea of an official marriage ceremony looks like?”

“I think Paddington Bear will be your best man and if I’m lucky, my sister gets to be my maid of honor, but who knows.” You shrugged with a laugh that warmed Steve’s heart all over again.

❁ ❁ ❁

Not even ten minutes later, Steve found himself kneeling beside a makeshift altar with a bunch of toys and stuffed animals as wedding guests. Action figure Cap had made best man and was neatly propped up behind him. Your sister had officially been crowned the ‘disco machine’ along with a lengthy speech on how important the right song was for the bride’s entrance. Steve had fought hard to keep his face steady, but when Izzy had suggested ‘Party Rock Anthem’, he’d lost it. When really, he was just proud, he knew the song because you had shown it to him the other week - it was Izzy’s favorite.

You had been instructed to wait behind the couch until the music started to play, and Steve felt himself get a little nervous. It was silly, but somehow his desire to have this wedding according to your niece’s wishes was a lot more important to him than he had initially thought.

“Now what do we do?” He asked as he leaned over to Izzy, but that was when the girl gave her mother the ‘sign’ - which was the chicken dance, of course - and his eyes immediately swerved to you. He could see the amusement in your gaze as you bit back a laugh.

Izzy wasn’t wasting any time, as soon as you had reached the altar, she put your’s and Steve’s hands together and immediately began talking. Steve had had barely any time to wipe the sweat from his clammy fingers before they connected with yours, but you didn’t seem to care. He smiled as he watched you listen to your niece’s little speech.

“We are gathered here today, to make Captain America my uncle,” she started, and both you and he struggled to keep it together. It was cute though, and something about becoming this little girl’s uncle excited Steve like nothing had in a long time. “Mr, Captain America, will you take my aunt as your wife?”

Izzy’s eyes were serious as she waited for Steve’s answer. And when he didn’t do so fast enough, she leaned over and whispered the answer to him.

“I will,” Steve chuckled and gave your hands a small squeeze.

Then Izzy’s eyes wandered to you. “Do I even have to ask?” She said with her adorably high voice and everyone started laughing.

“Yes, I will take Steve as my husband,” you answered with the same squeeze of your hand as Izzy imitated the audience cheering.

“You are now husband and wife. Now, kiss, kiss, kiss!!!” It was a little awkward, but Steve leaned in, anyway, to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. He looked at you again and the spark in your eyes was a little brighter as that smile lit up your face again. You looked beautiful, Steve thought, and his heart jumped in his chest at the realization.

“Wohooooooo!” Your sister cheered loudly and ripped Steve out of his trance.

“This is so awesome! You have to come to every family dinner and we can be best friends forever!!” Izzy must have eaten a bag of gummy worms with the way she was vibrating to the song coming out of the little pink CD player. Steve was sure he’d never seen such a hyper six-year-old before.

“Every family dinner?” He asked her as Izzy swayed his hands to the music. When his eyes caught yours, you just shrugged. "Forever?"

"Of course!" Izzy exclaimed as Steve spun her around. His eyes stayed locked on you, however. Forever didn't sound so bad...

“Looks like you’re stuck with me.” You laughed, but Steve didn’t mind that in the slightest.

❁ ❁ ❁

The evening had come sooner than anyone had anticipated. Steve had been so occupied with Izzy all day, he had forgotten all about the time. It didn’t bother him too much, though. He had fun, but exhausting as well. And now that he was finally sitting in your car again, his head leaning against the headrest and enjoying the silence for a moment, he felt how much energy it had really cost him. He would do it again, though - especially if it meant marrying you over and over for eternity.

His eyes opened when you sighed beside him. You hadn’t so much as bothered to start the car just yet, and Steve was kind of happy about that.

You smiled at him when his head turned to you, still leaning back with a dreamy smile himself. “Who would have thought that we would get married today?” You chuckled with a shake of your head. “And you didn’t even give me a ring. I should reconsider my standards.”

“A ring, you say? Well, you are married to the greatest superhero in the world - according to your niece - so I think we’re going to need something pretty special...” Steve joked as he turned in his seat to look through the car, and when he spotted the right thing, the smile returned got his face. “Should I do the honors?”

And then he took the lid off his water bottle and popped the plastic ring off to place it on your finger.

“It’s perfect, blue like your eyes,” you laughed watching the big plastic ring hang from your finger. “I’m gonna have to get that resized, though. You must think I’m fat.” You shook your head. “Wow, not even a day in, and I already have things to tell my therapist about.” But the mischievous glimmer in your eyes told Steve that you were only joking.

“Do I really need to say it, doll?” He took your hand in his before spinning the plastic piece. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” He whispered, secretly meaning every word.

You laughed it off but Steve didn’t miss the stutter in your smile at his words. It made the butterflies in his stomach go wild.

“So what should our first act as a fake married couple be? Celebratory drinks at the Stark Tower rooftop bar?”

"Stark Tower... that sounds good to me.”

The engine roared to life and soon, the faint music was playing in your car again, the streetlights passed him by and the full moon shone above the New York City skyline. But Steve didn't care, he had more beautiful things to look at.

❁ ❁ ❁

“You’re what now? Married?! And I wasn’t invited?!” Sam’s shocked face yelled across the bar, making few agents turn their heads with intrigue.

You chuckled before leaning your head against Steve’s shoulder. The second Martini seemed to already work its wonders on you, but Steve loved how close you were.

“Married by a six-year-old. Count that as you will, but I have a ring on my finger and I’m not telling you how much it cost.” You stretched your hand over the counter to show off the blue piece of plastic and Natasha just laughed at the cute story.

“So, how is the newlywed life?” She leaned on her hands to play along while Sam still tried to get over his non-invitation to a fake wedding. “You guys talking about kids yet?”

That startled Steve a little but he tried his best to keep a straight face - he failed. The thought of having a family with you did things to him he couldn’t explain if he wanted to. The warmth in his stomach spread to his heart and his arm almost instinctively came up to press you further into his side.

“Who knows, I wouldn’t mind a couple mini me’s.” He shrugged with a low smile. He loved this little game more and more. It just got harder and harder to remind himself that it was just that - a game.

“Hold your horses, now. You’re not the one squeezing them out of your body, Mr. Rogers.” You patted his chest and sighed theatrically. “I can already see that I will be home alone with a bunch of kids and you’re working late every night. Our life will fall apart!” Your hand brushed over your forehead as your head fell back like that of a damsel in distress.

The group laughed at the little performance, but Steve was a little quieter now. Somehow, he couldn’t rid himself of the feeling that he needed to tell you how much he really cared. He’d never let your life fall apart - not when he was able to prevent it. And while he sat there with his friends, laughing about something as ridiculous as Captain America settling down, he contemplated in silence, if all this life had really been worth it when he would end up alone in the end - giving up the dream of an easy life he’s had for a century.

❁ ❁ ❁

It was about 12am when Steve and you stopped before your door in the hallway. His eyes were glued to you, his mind racing with scenarios this could go. He had decided to tell you about his feelings about two hours ago, and ever since, he had tried to come up with the best thing to say. But even though talking to you was the easiest thing he’d ever done, and even though you were already married - fake married - he didn’t have a single idea. Not one word that seemed fitting enough to describe the exciting fireworks in his chest whenever he saw you, to somehow tell you how bad living without you would be.

He must have been staring for a while because you began to shift from one foot to the other before finally clearing your throat to kill the silence.

“So... uh... that was an eventful day...” You started, fists nervously opening and closing beside your body. “Thank you for playing pretend. You made a little girl very happy.” You smiled and Steve’s heart skipped another beat.

He caught the small shimmer in your eyes just in time to give him confidence. Your body kept moving forward as if you willed it back again and again, and Steve gathered all his bravery to open his mouth.

“You know what,” Your name tumbled over his lips like a song he’d sung a thousand times. But the effect it had on you still excited him every time anew. “Today... it’s not going to be pretend.”

And before you could even react to his weirdly vague statement, Steve leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Full of love and affection, his hands moved on their own - one to your hip and the other onto the wall behind you. There was a moment of panic settling in Steve’s brain, but then your arms came up to sling around his torso and he leaned further into your touch. You pulled him even closer, your lips melting with his, tongues gently stroking soft skin until air got scarce. His whole body felt electric with you so close to him - finally. And when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes still closed and thoughts swimming in the moment you had just granted him.

“I... I love you.” He whispered against your skin, and he felt his warm breath bouncing back. Your chest was still rising and falling beneath him, a subtle reminder of how breathtaking all this was - Steve couldn’t get enough of it, of you.

Your hand came up to stroke over his cheek, making him open his eyes to find you already looking at him.

“I love you, too, Steve.” You bit your lips, and it made Steve just press his mouth to yours once more.

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stvrpst · 3 months ago

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“Him as in?”

“Tommy,” he says. “His name his Tommy. He was the guy that helped fly us out when cap and Athenas cruise went missing.”

“That was nice of him.” Frank hums.

“Yeah,” Eddie shifts in his seat, “yeah, it was. I’m not denying that. It’s just—“ He cuts himself off. There was so much he needed to say, so much he needed to get off his chest, but for some reason there was something stopping him.

“Just what, Eddie?” Frank pressures.

It was a simple question, but Eddie didn’t have a simple answer. He didn’t know how to put his thoughts into words, but he tried regardless.

“The guy thinks he knows Buck, when he doesn’t, At all.” He says, glaring at the floor. “He thinks he knows Buck better than anyone at the 118, when he doesn’t know a fucking thing about Buck.” He argues, finally glancing at frank.

“How so?” Frank interjected.

“Because—“ he takes a deep breath and recollects his thoughts. “He calls Buck, Evan.”

Yeah let’s start there. That fucking name.

There’s a small pause. Eddie can see the confusion cross franks face, but it’s gone as fast as it came. He kinda feels bad for the guy, he knows he’s not making much sense right now, but he’s too caught up in his emotions to care.

“And that’s an issue, why? After all, it is his name, Eddie.”

Eddie shakes his head, because no. It’s not his name. “No. No, you don’t understand—“ He stops. He wanted to just give up explaining all together before frank cuts in.

“—Then help me understand, Eddie.”

He wanted to go home and sulk in his misery. He was feeling too many emotions at once and it was overwhelming, but alas, he made a commitment to therapy. He gathers his thoughts before trying again.

“Sure, from an outside perspective it may not seem like a big deal that Tommy calls Buck, Evan,”

Frank nods in approval, encouraging him to continue.

He licks his lips.

“But people who know Buck, call him Buck, not Evan. People who know Buck, knows he hates being called Evan, but Tommy doesn’t know that because he doesn’t know Buck.” He lets out in frustration.

Everyone knew Buck hated the name Evan, and no one used it unless they were really trying to get Bucks attention. Everyone knew that except for him.

He glances up toward frank, expecting him to say something, but he just stares in expectation. Eddie assumes it’s his silent look of encouragement to continue because he knows there’s more, so he continues.

“And it’s not just that. It’s the way he speaks about Buck, the way he talks to Buck, it’s his body language, his mannerisms towards Buck. I hate it, and I hate him.”

“Hate is a strong word, Eddie.” Frank chastised.

The look Eddie throws towards Frank was heated. The nerve. Because yes, Eddie knows it’s a strong word, and he mean’t it. “Well yeah, that’s why I chose to use it.” He bites back.

A visible expression paints franks face. Eddie can’t tell if he’s satisfied or surprised from his response. All he knows is that he juts something down in his notebook. He hasn’t used it this entire session, so he has no idea whether his decision to write something now is good or bad.

“Carry on.”

“Tommy doesn’t know Buck the way Maddie knows him, he doesn’t know Buck the way Chim or Hen knows him, he doesn’t know Buck the way Cap or Athena knows him—“ He takes a deep breath, Calming himself. He’s getting worked up now.

“—He doesn’t know Buck the way I know him.” He finishes. Eddie knows his voice broke saying it, but it was true, and God did it hurt. Why couldn’t Buck see that? Why couldn’t he see that he’s the one that knows him?

“But Tommy speaks to Buck and us like he does. Like he knows Buck better than us, and it kills me.” He concluded.

A look of understanding stains franks face, and eddies just glad he has gotten something off his chest. There’s a pregnant pause, and Eddie expects Frank to make his comments like he always does, but he doesn’t. Instead, they sit in a comfortable—or, more so comfortable on his part—because the silence is making Eddie everything but comfortable. He just wishes he would hurry up and speak.

like a prayer answered from above, he does just that.

“And how does this whole situation make you feel?” He inquires.

Eddie scoffs, the look he shoots him is nothing short of irritated. ‘How the hell do you think I feel?’ He wanted to barked back, but decided against it. Frank must’ve caught on to his expression before adding, “I know it’s a dumb question, but it’s my job as your therapist to inquire about your feelings.”

He sighs. Why was talking about your feelings so hard?

“I just wish Buck felt the same way I feel about him.”

“He could feel the same way for you.” Frank adds, and yes, he just lets it loose. He knows about Bucks and Eddies impending feelings for one another, and he’s getting quite tired of seeing the two running around each other in circles.

“That’s bullshit.” He says, leaning back into his seat. “He doesn’t love me the same way I love him.”

“How so?”

Eddies Scoffs yet again. If Buck felt the same way, he wouldn’t be sitting here in a therapy chair. “How do I know?”

Frank hums.

“Because Buck didn’t choose me.” He reminded. “He chose Tommy.” It hurt saying it out loud, but it was the truth. Didn’t hurt any less tho.

“It’s still a possibility that buck loves you just as much as you love him.”

Eddie snorts. “I thought so too at first, but then reality hit.”

“And your thoughts changed, why?”

Knowing the answer hurt, but having to say it out loud hurt even more.

“Because if he loved me, why did he go on a date with another man, and why did it have to be Tommy?” He looks toward Frank expecting an answer, he knows he’s not gonna get one. “He told me he would always choose me—“ he stops. He feels his eyes starting to sting, but he refuses to cry. “—Why would he say that and then choose someone else?” He whispers, looking towards the floor.

He knows he’s asking rhetorical questions, but he can’t help it. He just wants to make sense of it all.

“He injured me, and I still forgave him. Because that’s what I do, I forgive him because I love him.” He sighs. “So yeah, he can maime me, but my love for him will always go above and beyond. I love him to the core—”

There was a short pause.

“—But I guess my love for him wasn’t enough for him to choose me.”

Sneak peek of the fic I’m writing! There might be a few mistakes, feel free to let me know if you spot any! I’m always open to constructive criticism! but I’m still deciding on whether or not I’m actually gonna post this fic when I’m done😭 let me know if I should! I might change some things so if I do end up posting it, it might be different from this draft, and it will be posted on ao3. Also, don’t worry it’s a happy ending:)

#911 abc #911 show #buck x eddie #buddie #eddie diaz #eddie x buck #evan buckley #anti tommy kinard #anti bucktommy #fanfic #happy ending #angst with a happy ending #someone give Eddie a hug #someone slap some sense into Buck too

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whoistartaglia · 1 year ago

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“are you single?”

cyno x gn!reader

you tilt your head at the question. are you single?

“i don’t know,” you decide.

“you don’t know?” the guy asks.

you give a sidelong glance to the man on your left. cyno stands a little bit aways, leaning against the bar with your group of friends. they’re talking about something, and those his eyes don’t stray, you know all he’s listening to is you.

“well, i’m not sure,” you say, letting a hint of flirtatiousness creep into your voice. you give this man, this stranger at the bar, an arch smile. “why are you asking?”

“i was watching you from across the man,” he confesses. “can i buy you a drink?”

“i don’t think the guy i came with here would like that very much.”

it’s then that you feel a hand on your waist, a chest behind your back. you turn around and look up at a displeased cyno. whether he’s annoyed at you, at the random stranger in front of you, you don’t know. maybe both.

“they’re right. i don’t.” his voice is needles and thorns. the man opens his mouth to respond, but cyno cuts him off with a sharp, “leave us.”

the looks down at you, and you shrug. “sorry.”

he leaves, muttering obscenities under his breath. cyno watches him until he’s out the door, and then turns his piercing stare on you. it softens a fraction.

“what are you doing?”

“what am i doing?” you ask, swiveling in your chair to face him. he leans back and crosses his arms. “what are you doing?”

“well, i was having a lovely conversation before you interrupted it.”

“i did not,” you defend yourself. “in fact, i was having a lovely conversation as well.”

“oh, i’m sure,” cyno drawls. he sighs and covers his face with a hand. “we really need to stop doing this.”

“doing what?”

he removes the hand to look at you. “you know what.”

“no,” you shake your head. “i don’t.” you look over at your friends engrossed in their own conversations, at the bartender wiping the counter, the bard strumming softly in the corner. no one is paying attention to you and cyno. it’s just you and him right now. you continue in a softer voice, “i don’t know why we keeping running in circles, you after me until it’s me after you.”

“it doesn’t have to be that way.”

“but it is,” you respond. “you only looked at me tonight when that guy started showing interest.” you clasp your hands together, and fidget with your rings and bracelets while you wait for cyno’s response.

“that’s the one i gave you.”

you look up. “what?”

cyno takes you hand, and turns it over. the bracelet he got you on your most recent birthday catches in the firelight.

“oh, yes,” you say. “it’s the nicest piece of jewelry i own.”

cyno stares at it, twists it over as he thinks.

“if someone asked you who got it for, what would you say?”

“i don’t know.” you repeat the words that started this chain of events, now in a whispered hush than a coy tone. “i’m not sure.” you let dangerous words fall from your tongue. “what do you want me to say?”

a pause, a pause, a pause. the entire tavern is filled with laughter and chitchat, neither one louder than the silence betwen you and cyno.

“i’d prefer boyfriend,” he says at last.

“well. so you would i,” you admit. “but i can’t call you that unless you start acting like to actually want to be my boyfriend, and stop just telling me.”

you look down at your wrist, at cyno’s hand on it, so close yet so far, anything but his sharp stare. you can picture him walking away, going back to your friends, or even out the door and away from this tavern and town forever. the desert is large, and if cyno wanted to leave, he had only a few steps to take.

“okay.” you look up. a second later, stronger, “okay.” he draws up your other hand and sandwiches both of them between his own. “every day, i’ll show you.”

you nod faintly, praying to whatever archon will listen that he promise hold true. you think the conversation is over then. cyno’s friends wait for him, the bard is asleep, the fireplace is embers, and soon you will be rushed out for the night. but cyno turns and gestures to the bartender instead. two drinks, he orders.

one for him. one for you.

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seas-of-silver · 1 year ago

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Did the doctor say "triplets"?!🤭

‘Did the doctor say "triplets"?!’ Rose burst excitedly as Adrien and Marinette walked through the door of Alya and Nino’s home for their monthly Akuma Class (and friends) game day. ‘Oh, please let it be triplets!’

‘Wha-’ Marinette began.

‘No, I’m sure it’s twins,’ Mylène cut in, just as animatedly as Rose was.

‘Guys, it could be a single child,’ said Marc calmly.

‘Or quadruplets,’ Nathaniel suggested teasingly, earning him a playful elbow from Marc and a squeal of delight from the girls.

‘The real question is whether it’s a boy or a girl,’ interjected Kim.

‘And if there’s more than one, how many of which gender!’ added Ivan, looking over his shoulder. ‘Max?’

Max was sitting at the kitchen counter, paper everywhere, pen scribbling, and tapping away at the calculator. ‘Hang on. I’m almost done my calculations - Markov’s just getting me more information on their genetic history.’

‘How-’ Adrien started.

‘What about you, Alix?’ Luka prompted.

‘Hey, don’t look at me,’ Alix replied, holding her hands up by her head. ‘Even if I do know, I can’t tell you.’

Everyone grumbled at that.

‘Guys, what’s going on?’ Adrien asked, finally getting their friends’ attention.

‘We are speculating on the quantity and gender of yours and Marinette’s unborn child/children,’ Kagami informed them.

‘Right… and why now?’ questioned Marinette.

‘Because you two went to the doctors,’ answered Félix, as if that explained everything.

Marinette frowned and folded her arms. ‘And how did you find out we were at the doctors?’

Their friends went silent, but their eyes flickered, glanced, or even outright stared at Nino, who looked everywhere except at his best friends.

‘Seriously, Nino?’

Nino winced at Marinette’s unimpressed tone.

‘All I said was that you guys would be late because you had an appointment before coming over!’ he defended.

Marinette turned her gaze to Alya, who nodded.

‘It’s true,’ Alya confirmed. ‘They just took it and ran with it.’

‘But how could we not?’ piped up Socqueline. ‘We had our catch-up brunch pushed back to a late lunch because you weren’t feeling well, and when we did meet, you hardly touched the cold meats and cheeses like you normally would!’

‘Couldn’t that just be because she still wasn’t feeling well?’ Juleka muttered.

‘And Adrien has been super protective over you for the last few months,’ Zoe stated.

‘But isn’t that because of the threats she was getting from that competing designer from the competition held earlier this week?’ Sabrina asked curiously.

‘Geez, who’s side are you two on?’ Rose huffed petulantly at Juleka and Sabrina; the two merely shrugging in response.

‘Let’s just calm down, okay? We’ll tell you what happened,’ Adrien soothed, sharing a look with Marinette, and everyone settled down - even Max stopped his calculating and Markov stuck his head out of the study to listen in.

‘We went to the optometrist,’ Marinette began, and she could already see interest drop, ‘because Adrien wanted to make sure he wouldn’t need glasses like Gabriel did-‘

‘Booooooo! Gabriellll!’ came the predictable jeers from their friends. Ever since the truth was revealed about Adrien’s father, all their friends rallied around him in support, offering food, shelter and safe spaces for Adrien to find comfort in, which meant a lot to him.

‘-and we found out that Adrien’s vision is perfectly fine!’

Mutterings of how that was good news filled the room, but it was clearly not the content they were hoping for.

‘So that’s where we were this morning,’ Adrien said to their despondent crowd. ‘Oh, and we also visited Maman and Papa at the bakery to pick up the pastries for our meet-up, and to tell them they’ll be grandparents to a little boy in six months time.’

Marinette watched as their friends’ eyes widened when their words sunk in, and covered her ears and laughed at the chaos and screams of joy that exploded from their friends.

~/~

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jesssssssssica · 2 years ago

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juno! j.b p1

word count: 1.02k

it started with a chair.

the fact that i’m staring at two lines on a stick covered in my pee is because of a chair.

shit.

what am i meant to do now?

“what am i going to do?” i ask my friend through the phone.

“maybe it's just a food baby, what'd you have for lunch yesterday?" she replies, the phone rested on her shoulder as she painted her nails a pastel pink.

"i wish it was a food baby but i've taken three tests and it's showing nothing but two lines" i said sighing.

"wait- how did you produce so much pee?"

"i just drank loads of apple juice - anyway that's beside the point, i'm pregnant"

holy shit.

that feels unbelievable to say, i am pregnant.

"y/n" the voice takes me out of my little daydream.

"yeah" i reply

"who's the father?"

those three words suck me down memory lane.

it was just meant to be two nerdy virgins getting it on and now look at the consequences, of course we couldn't blame society for not telling us to "wrap it before you tap it" because we were forced through the painfully awkward sex ed lessons. we could only blame ourselves for believing the 'pull out method' was a reliable method of contraception. what an idiot.

but i couldn't deny it wasn't one of the best things i had experienced in my life, and that the way he made me feel when i reached the edge was almost mind-blowing, in fact i kept questioning whether or not he was a virgin. he was just that good, it would've been amazing if he didn't have such fast swimmers.

"it's jude's"

jude bellingham or jude victor william bellingham if you're like that. he was one of those guys that you wouldn't notice in a crowd full of men but if you were one of the lucky ones that did then you would be so happy. he was one of those guys that can read you even if you are so careful about not showing any emotion, he will know. i used to joke and say how it was superpower and he would just smile at me with those pearly whites. the same pearly whites that were hidden by his perfectly plump lips, that pulled me in and started the domino effect that led up all the way to now.

my friends laugh reminds me i'm not alone.

"what made you and bellingham bone? i didn't know he was you type"

she wasn't wrong. on any normal day you wouldn't feel such emotions for jude but that day was different, in fact i wanted nothing more than to kiss him until we were left breathless and he made my knees week.

"i don't know just something that happened" i reply a red blush appearing on my face

"you love him!"

"i don't think that's the most important thing to come out of this conversation."

"sorry, but what was he like?"

"he was amazing"

it was true, he was the best thing i've ever experienced.

"what are you going to do?"

"i don't know but i need your help."

jude was a footballer, a good one at that, but his routine was one from hell. he would wake up early, the kind of early that even in the summer mornings, the sun still hasn't rose. that kind of early. when he told me about his mornings, i felt like crying. he puts on his stupid high shorts and puts on his bright orange sweatbands; one around his head and a sweatband on both his arms and legs.

if i remember correctly, he then heats up one of those quick and easy waffles and then begins his laps around the neighbourhood. and that's why i'm sat here, on that same chair that ruined my life.

"hey jude"

"oh hey y/n oh that's a nice rug that tiger looks proud"

" i know right, i took it from mrs martins doorstep" he nods awkwardly in response to my words. i continue to speak "your shorts are looking especially shiny today, what's up with that?"

"oh thanks. my mum used some colour bleach thing, i don't know what it's called." he shrugs after he speaks, one arm rested on the back of his neck.

"so.. do you want to know something?" lord, give me strength.

"i mean sure, i guess"

"i'm pregnant"

i observe his face as he takes in the news. i don't know how he feels, his face is not letting anything show, his eyes void of emotion and maybe even soul. the only things he's doing is fidgeting with his hands, sometimes cracking his knuckles.

just as he opens his mouth to reply, jude's fellow runners appeared, their junks peeking through the shorts, that seem to get shorter and shorter everyday. those shorts make me picture them naked, whether i like it or not. he turns back to me and says,

"i- i'm meant to be running now"

"i know"

the air is tense, it's choking me. we both don't know where to look or what to say. luckily, he breaks it soon after.

"so.. what do you think we should do?"

hmmm. he's not as douchey as some say he is.

"i think, i might just nip it in the bud before it.. you know turns into what some people say is a baby. do you know that pregnancies can cause infants to roam the earth?"

he chuckles and i realise i haven't heard a sound as sweet as that damn chuckle.

"hm. i've heard that too, apparently we were one of them when we were younger"

i smile. my first real smile in a while. it's a peaceful smile.

"so you're okay with everything?"

"course, it's you that's the one going through it, so you do you."

i don't whether or not to speak again but i do.

"i'm sorry for having sex with you."

"i'm not"

"i'll see you at school"

i ride off on the bicycle i had kept rested on the armchair, leaving jude to his own thoughts.

#jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham angst #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #juno movie

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lookismaddict · 2 years ago

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Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. X) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: I’M SORRY Y’ALL, I MADE YOU GUYS WAIT FOR THIS CHAPTER FOR OVER A WEEK. Ugh, I hate myself for that. Me @ Myself -> 😡🤬 But hehehe. Oh boy, you guys have no idea how much fun I had while writing this chapter. 😈 I’m not sure if some of you got that True Beauty reference from last chapter. I was debating whether to keep it there or not, but my dumbass thought it was a good idea so I decided to keep it. I thought it was clever in my head. 💀 (I was referring to the drama btw since Y/N is addicted to dramas, but I really liked the webtoon though. I’m a fan. <3) Also, I added actual places again, but there are some things that I’ve added that aren’t offered in the actual places. Just included them for the classiness ✨ Ok enough said. I hope the treat from this chapter will be to your liking. 🖤

NSFW Warning: Violence, Strong language/Cursing, Alcoholism, Sexual Language, and Sexual Content (teasing, sensual touching, fingering, grinding, marking, etc.).

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

Gun made sure that he wasted no time. Unexpectedly, you felt Gun’s hand suddenly move towards the huge hole on your dress as his hand slid under your dress, feeling the hem of your panties. Once he found your underwear, his hand then slid underneath its fabric, as it snaked its way down to your warm and wet heat. His hand felt cool when it made contact with your womanhood, rubbing his fingers back and forth onto your clit slowly, making the feeling of ecstasy torture you. Whimpers could be heard from you, which caused you to think of how shameless you were to feel the sense of pleasure from what he was doing to you so easily. It was like you were allowing him to do such things to you, even though your mind could barely keep up with what was going on. You wanted to maintain control of your mind so badly that you couldn’t just let him do whatever he wanted. As you reached around to grab the hand that was working itself onto you, you held onto his wrist while you said through gritted teeth, “S-stop it, you prick…” Gun was entertained to even see you resist him like this, even though you were barely hanging onto your sanity. That defiant attitude of yours just made his sadistic side reveal itself, not ever wanting to stop what he was doing to you. “Are you sure? Do you REALLY want me to stop now? It would be a shame to do so, since you’re already soaking wet down here. I’m being generous today (Y/N), so you might as well enjoy it.” It was obvious that your body was in favor of his touch. Once he felt that you were already wet enough, he then penetrated his own fingers into your sopping cunt, making you gasp and strengthen your tight grip on his wrist from the feeling of his fingers now deep inside of you. While he started to pump his fingers into you, you reacted by reaching your other hand over to hold onto his steadied hand on your hip. You were still hanging onto him from behind, but now you were starting to whine from how good his cool fingers felt when they rubbed against your tight hot walls. Gun’s face was starting to transition into a victorious yet wicked grin, now aware that he is fully in control of your body and your mind. He bent his head over your neck, as he planted moist kisses down the right side of your neck, all the way to your collarbone and your shoulder blade. In response, you threw your head back in pleasure while projecting those sweet moans that Gun loved so much. Simultaneously, your ass pressed up against his groin area, making him groan seductively as his bulge through his pants started to form more solidly. You were unable to think properly due to how distracted you were from the feeling of sweet sensual bliss. While you were whimpering from his hand playing with your walls, he couldn’t help but let out a jeer of satisfaction when he felt the friction of your ass grinding on his private. When his eyes looked down to see the sight of your ass pressed against him on its own, he said in a smug manner, “You must be doing this on purpose, (Y/N). I bet you’re enjoying the feeling of me touching you like this. Do you want me that badly?” As Gun continued to tease you, his digits kept violating your insides, as his eyes looked up at your pleasured expressions while his lips were still on your skin, nibbling and licking up towards your neck. The feeling of his warm tongue on you felt good on your cool and exposed neck, making you call out to him in such a pleasing tone. “Gun…” You moaned even more from his touch that played with your body temperature, tightening your grip on his wrists with your nails now digging into his skin. The reactions that Gun received from you were enough for him to speed things up in your cunt as his fingers began to vigorously penetrate into you.

“Ahhh, Gun~!!!” Whenever you moaned his name, Gun felt addicted to it as if he were addicted to a drug. A stimulant that he would get hooked to, making him want to hear you call out his name in that erotic voice of yours over and over and over. When he felt your walls start to squeeze around his fingers, his lips hovered on your neck as he gave a deep sexy whisper saying, “I’m giving you permission so go ahead. Cum for me, (Y/N).” As Gun helped you edge onto your own euphoric peak, your hands trembled while clawing into his wrists, as you cried out, “Gun, I’m going to… cum~!” And so you did. Your entire body convulsed as you finally gave in to that sweet release onto his hand. While doing so, your walls squeezed so tightly around his digits, that he had wished that his own cock was inside you and that he could’ve felt your walls contracting around his hard member, for a second. If that happened, he would have busted the biggest load of his life, deep into your depths to claim you as his. When he felt your wet juices running down his own hand, he pulled his fingers out of your tight pussy, and eventually from your dress altogther. During your climax, you felt yourself fall as your legs gave out on you. Gun had to catch you into his left arm, as you fell onto his chest like a dainty princess. When you met eye contact with him, he gave you a mischievous smirk, before saying, “Clean it up.” as he held out his fingers filled with your dirty juices in front of your lips. You wanted to say, “I hate you.” or “Go die.” [死ね。] but the words in your head couldn’t come out of your mouth. You were weakened by his sinful touches, so you had no choice but to oblige to his command. Without thinking, you grew closer to his messy fingers, as your tongue started licking the length of his entire digits. You then began to suck on his fingers in such an engaging way, drawing him in with his own horniness intensifying underneath his pants. While Gun observed your tongue cleaning up your own mess on his hand by licking and sucking his fingers off from your stickiness, his mind couldn’t resist the thought of wishing that his fingers was his actual cock at that moment. Your eyes were clearly shrouded with euphoria, like you were hypnotized to do his bidding. After “cleaning up” his fingers now covered in your lewd saliva, he let out a dominant snicker claiming, “You’ve done well, (Y/N). I knew that you’d be a very good student of mine. My favorite trainee, following my every order just like that…” The hand on your hip released, as you felt that hand brush against the side of your hair, admiring how obedient you’ve become to his every command. As his free hand cupped your left cheek, you leaned into his hand with longing, rubbing your own cheek against his hand due to how attracted you were to him. It was clear that Gun was infatuated with your submissiveness whenever he successfully gains control of your mind, which reels him in to do even more sexual things to you. Actions that you haven’t imagined, but always remained on the back of Gun’s mind from time to time. While watching you give yourself in to him, he just wanted to stay like that for a little while longer. However, he knew that was just wishful thinking. When he drew his hand back from you, it was like your eyes were now released from his enchanting spell.

You blinked a few times as you watched him cautiously with your whole body faced towards him to properly look at him, letting go of your grasp on his wrists. By observing him, you saw his hand from below slip into one of his pockets, taking out a pack of mints from it. Instantly, he caught you staring at him with a clueless expression painted on your face, which resulted in him to chuckle amusingly. “I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl.” When he opened the pack of mints and shook the pack to get one mint out, he closed the container of mints before returning it back into his pocket. Eventually, he popped the mint into his mouth and without hesitation, he demanded you to, “Open your mouth.” You couldn’t seem to disobey that bold yet domineering voice of his, as you did as he told you to do. When he witnessed your mouth opened for him, he quickly grabbed onto the back of your head then pulled you in by the waist to give you a kiss. When his tongue collided with yours in the inside of your connected mouths, you felt the mint on his tongue brush against your taste buds, tasting the sweet minty freshness of the candy. The two of you clashed in tongues, as you greedily tasted his cool tongue on yours, catalyzing the mint to melt in between each other. You didn’t want to ruin his hair by running your fingers through them, so you placed your hands on his solid chest. Eventually, you started to cling onto him by surrounding your arms around his body, brushing your hands along his broad yet muscular back unintentionally in such a seductive way. Gun took it as an invite to continue further, but he knew that he had to stop himself, even though he was highly enjoying this moment with you. You felt his lips begin to slowly part from your own, disconnecting his own tongue from yours while leaving behind a messy line of your mixed saliva. With pleading eyes, you looked at him, wanting more of what he had to offer. Gun’s hold around you started to loosen, as he had to take a few steps back from you. When his eyes looked down onto yours, he said in a gentler tone than before, “I have to apologize for stopping here when things were about to get even better. I have other plans laid out for you for this evening, so we should go.” Before he turned his back from, he caught a glimpse of your eyes. Just that look of lust coming from your eyes really made him regret his own action just now, but he had no choice but to restrain himself. After all, you two had somewhere to be.

You were left speechless at how Gun retreated back to the way it originally was, leaving you there in the room frozen in place. It made you wonder what kind of an important event the two of you have that could make Gun stop himself to continue like that. Right before you were about to leave, you remembered to put your important belongings into your new Chanel bag. Your phone, your wallet, and your lipstick. When you tried to mark down the list of things in your head of what to bring, your eyes suddenly stared at Old Reliable that was hanging from a hook on your closet sliding door. You grabbed onto her in your hands to check what other things you should take from her. While doing so, your hands dug through your own belongings until your eyes stared at it. Yes, that thing. How could you have forgotten? Your hand grabbed onto it, as your eyes behold the small box that held Gun’s special present.

Gosh, how could I have forgotten about this? Agh, I’m so dumb! I need to give this to him at some point. Should I bring this with me? But what if it’s too early to tell him that I…? No. You know what (Y/N), bring it. I have to do this as soon as possible. I must know immediately before things take a turn for the worst!

Just like that, you tossed Gun’s present into your bag. As you were about to leave the room, you almost forgot that you might not be able to make it back in time, so you decided to take the pill a bit earlier than your usual time before you left your room. With just one last few sprays of perfume that Gun bought for you, you finally dashed out the door, shutting the bedroom door behind you. At the speed of light, your feet pattered down the stairs like a little mouse running away from a vicious cat. Gun was already at the door waiting for you as he called out to you in an impatient manner. “(Y/N), hurry up! What the hell have you been doing up there, this time?!” With an apologetic smile, you bowed your head before telling him, “Sorry.” [ごめん。]

With one last look of annoyance from Gun, he didn’t say a word as he opened the door for you to leave the house. You waited for him to shut the door behind him, before you decided to walk side by side. When you looked straight ahead, the Rolls Royce Phantom or “Kuro Maboroshi” was parked in front of the driveway this time, which made you relieved that you didn’t have to ride in that other uncomfortable car. Once Gun unlocked the car, he opened the door for you to take your seat inside. Before entering the car, you smoothed out your dress from behind to sit down onto the leather seat. Once he saw that you were comfortable inside, he closed the door behind you before making his way around the car to get into the driver’s seat. Right when he shut the door, something unbelievable happened.

“Have you guys been playing around in there, or what?”

Startled from the unexpected voice heard from the backseat, you jumped in your seat, which made you immediately turn around to see who was speaking to you and Gun. In an instant, you saw Goo sitting at the back crossed-legged smirking at the two of you. He was still wearing the same suit and tie from earlier, which made yourself question why he was here. Gun glanced at you briefly, already expecting to see that look of flustered shock on your face as he decided to let Goo explain to you while he starts the car. But before he allowed Goo to explain, he replied to Goo saying, “No, you jackass. She was taking a dump and all this time, I had to wait for her to finish.”

What?

Guffawed for only a few seconds, you gritted your teeth then gave Gun a cold stare. You decided to ignore him, allowing Gun to get away with his lie as you turned your attention back to Goo asking, “I didn’t expect you to be here Goo. If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here?” Goo chuckled then replied back with, “The party was boring, so I asked Gun if he wanted to go ditch the party with me. Frankly, I didn’t think that he’d agree so I just followed him out the door of the venue. And when we called for the HNH Group chauffeurs to drive us back, we both got into the car and they sent us home. When Gun got here, I just followed him out the of the car and BOOM, here I am! Joon Goo Kim, at your service!” He gave Gun a salute through the rearview mirror, in which Gun returned a revolted face towards him through the mirror, due to how putridly cringe that was. Goo laughed at his disgusted face as he laid back onto his seat, all nonchalantly. “I didn’t know you two had plans together today. It must be my lucky day. We should all hang out and celebrate HNH Group’s success today, since it’s a pretty major deal. Just the three of us.” Your eyes lit up as you clapped excitedly, while saying, “How fun, count me in!” agreeing to his plan since you thought “the more, the merrier” was the fun way to go. However, you weren’t aware that Gun was STRONGLY opposed to this idea. Originally, Gun’s plan was to take you out to eat since he believed that it was unfair of him to go out and enjoy a party while you just stayed in the house, not being able to go with him. But from how excited you were just now, Gun was willing to let Goo stay for a bit… until he gets annoying, that is.

Once Gun started the car, his foot eased onto the gas pedal, steering away from the driveway then left the huge house behind in the distance. While Gun drove in silence, Goo decided to ask you some personal questions just to kill time until the three of you get to the actual destination.

“(Y/N), I’ve been meaning to ask you this ever since the first time we met. Are you Japanese?”

While viewing Goo from the sideview mirror on your side, you nodded, confirming it to be correct. “Yes, I am. Born and raised proudly from Japan.”

“Where are you from in Japan? Do you live in Tokyo or in the province area?”

“I do live in Tokyo, but not really in the heart of the city. I actually have to commute by train if I actually want to go deeper into it.”

“That’s so cool! Have you been to places like Akihabara and Roppongi? I want to check out those places someday.”

“Oh yeah, I have been to Akihabara. I only go there to check out a lot of game-related products and anime stuff. But I haven’t been to Roppongi yet because they mostly sell a lot of rich and expensive designer materials over there. Since I can’t get anything from there, then what’s the point of going there, you know?”

“Yeah, I see your point. It would be a waste of time for you to go there. And wait, I can’t believe this. (Y/N), you didn’t tell me that you’re into anime too! What shows are you into???”

“Hmmm I don’t know, there’s a lot of good ones out there. I like watching ones that have a lot of action in them. Like for example, Naruto, One Piece, Bleach, Attack on Titan, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, Chainsaw Man, Tokyo Revengers, and the list just goes on!”

“GEEZ (Y/N), you basically mentioned almost every anime that I’ve watched! And I can’t believe you like Demon Slayer too, that’s insane! Who’s your favorite character?”

“If I had to pick between two people, it’d be either… Nezuko or Shinobu.”

“OH, SHINOBU IS MY WIFE.”

“WAIT, NO WAY!!!”

As the two of you talked eagerly about anime and different characters that you commonly favor, Gun became irritated at how you two continued to talk about such nonsense over silly “cartoons”. He couldn’t help but think of how immature the two of you sound, speaking about people who don’t even exist in real life.

“Oh (Y/N), have you seen anime about yakuza before?”

All of a sudden, the word “yakuza” seemed to catch Gun’s interest.

“About yakuza? Well, I’ve seen Nisekoi, and that was cute. And The Way of the Househusband.”

“Yeah, those are good anime. But let’s talk about REAL yakuza, (Y/N). I wanna know what are your thoughts about them because I heard in Japan they can be quite scary if you’ve encountered them out in the streets or if you get involved with them. So, what do you think (Y/N)?”

“What do I think of yakuza? Well… they disgust me. I don’t understand why they have to live like that. Killing people and torturing others just to get money off of ordinary citizens, or even territory for that matter. If it was really a part of ‘how they grew up’, then why couldn’t they just change how they live their lives and NOT resort to lives of crime? Wouldn’t it be easier for them that way? And if they claim to be influential and powerful like that, then why do we have to be forced to fear them? Why do we have to be the ones to suffer because of them? It’s unfair. If I were a yakuza member, I wouldn’t even want to be a part of those kinds of organizations. It’s just wrong.”

Gun’s eyes on the road seemed to be even more serious than before. For a second, Goo focused his attention on Gun from the rearview mirror to see his reaction, making Goo’s mouth turn to a sly smile. All of this was like a game to Goo, like he was playing a mini game of chess to see which side would break first. It was fun and entertaining to him to learn more about you while at the same time, he was able to toy with Gun without even having to do much. What a splendid idea! He should’ve done this sooner, he thought.

“Wow (Y/N), I didn’t think you’d have such a strong dislike for yakuza. Have you ever encountered a yakuza member before?”

“Yes, I have… I must have.”

Goo’s eyebrow raised in curiosity. “What do you mean by ‘must have’?”

“Well actually, the yakuza must have been one of the reasons why I ended up coming here in the first place. There was a guy who I contacted who claimed that he was a part of a job recruiting agency and they said they’d help people go abroad just for work. After that, I went to that job agency place to finalize paperwork and all of that. But when I actually got here in Korea, I got scammed. The guy that I talked to back in Japan actually had a motive to sell me to some shady people instead, and when those people tried to get me, I ran away from them as fast as I could. That was the reason why I was there in that alley that day.”

Gun and Goo were surprised to hear about your story. Now that explains why they found you in that alleyway.

“Man, so I was right. They ARE a bunch of assholes! Ah, but don’t worry (Y/N)! You’re safe with us now. If you want, we could’ve killed them if you want to-”

“No, no, no, it’s fine! I don’t want anyone to die because of me. And even though they’re all pretty much scum, it’s not right for them to die like that. I just want karma to naturally do it’s thing, and let them go straight to jail.”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen if you don’t actually do something, but whatever floats your boat, I guess! OH, and by the way (Y/N). Have you ever heard of a yakuza leader named ‘Shiro Oni’ before?”

Gun’s hands suddenly clenched around the wheel in rage, over Goo’s outrageous question. If it weren’t for you still present in the car, he would’ve roughly pulled over the side of the road just to drag Goo out of the car and beat him to death.

“‘Shiro Oni’…? Aw crap, why didn’t I think about that before I gave the car THAT name. Geez… Yeah, why? Almost everyone all over Japan knows about him. He’s notorious over there.”

Goo was confused for a second about that first bit of your reply, but decided to just ignore it as he resumed with his question. “Well, what do you think about him? I heard that he’s really ruthless and scary. Have you heard any rumors or stories about him? I wanna know so badly!”

“Uhhh… Hm… The last time I heard about him was from old people warning me to stay away from anything or anyone related to Shiro Oni. They were mostly neighbors who told me about such things. There was a time when they told me that Shiro Oni was a man not to be messed with, since he’d bathe the streets in blood, making people fear him to even go outside of their own homes. He claimed certain parts of Japan as his own territories, because of how he’d wipe countless gangs through sheer will and violence. Even a few of my old co-workers from one of my previous jobs had mentioned him before whenever I’d work night shift and have to close down the ramen bar near the train station on my own. They’d tell me all the time that I have to be careful late at night or else I might get kidnapped while walking down the streets by myself. There were rumors going around that Shiro Oni’s group must have been responsible for the kidnappings of young and healthy looking people in the streets at night and they’d kidnap them just to sell their organs. They’d mostly sell organs from healthy males but if they found any beautiful women, then they’d keep them for Shiro Oni’s pleasure. Ugh, just talking about him makes me sick…”

Goo’s face had a wicked grin at how entertained he was, just by looking at Gun’s tense reaction from the backseat. The situation that was playing out right in front of him was pure GOLD to Goo, as he continued to push this conversation further.

“Really? I had no idea! I thought he sounded cool when I first heard about him, but he DOES sound like a sicko! Yuck, what a creep! Although I’m curious… if Shiro Oni was here, right now, what words do you have for him if you were to speak to him face-to-face?”

On purpose, Goo clearly emphasized to Gun indirectly for his revolting past that Gun barely even talked about to Goo. At least now, Goo got to learn more about Gun from a source who has lived in Japan all her life. This perspective makes it even more interesting to learn from, as he was barely getting to the good part of his little game.

“I’d tell him to go fuck himself because whatever he’s been doing is just wrong! What is he even doing in his life that makes him think that it’s okay to hurt people, and to commit excessive crime like that?! How unbelievable! I would’ve smacked him across the face if I ever saw him in person! God, it just makes me sick that someone like that secretly has Japan on the palm of his hand, as if we ALL belong to him. What are we, his PAWNS? I mean, come on Shiro Oni. At least be a decent person and just let people live in peace. That’s all we fucking ask for! Why do we have to settle for his bullshit territories? He doesn’t even protect people. He makes us FEAR him. That man is as selfish as the DEVIL HIMSELF!!! A no-good, ruthless, trashy, half-assed, no-brained, piece of sh-”

In an instant, the car jolted forward with such a huge amount of force, that you and Goo almost fell forward from your seats, which caught you both by surprise. Gun said, “We’re here.” as he immediately turned off the car’s engine and unbuckled his seatbelt. You looked at him in surprise from his abruptness then slowly nodded at him replying, “Oh, o-okay…” You could feel your heartbeat pounding anxiously from how terrifying the car just halted, as your hands were still shaking while trying to unbuckle your own seatbelt. Without looking at you, Gun got out of the car then slammed it behind him, which created a cold gust of wind to fly onto your face. He still went back around to open your door for you, like a true gentleman. Once you got out from your seat entirely, he slammed that door shut as well. At the same time, Goo got out of the car with a yawn, then closed the door himself. He turned to Gun who was waiting for him to get out of the car as he placed a hand on his shoulder saying, “Gun, how come you didn’t open the door for me too? I thought we were besties.” Goo gave Gun a fake pout, which made Gun furrow his eyebrows in irritation before roughly shrugging Goo’s arm off of him. Feeling displeased, Gun locked the car and stormed off ahead in silence to lead the way, leaving you and Goo to group together while following a few feet away him. From his actions so far, you could tell that Gun was in a bad mood, but why? It doesn’t make sense. Out of wonder, you questioned Goo, asking him, “What’s wrong with Gun all of a sudden? I think I might have said something that might have triggered his anger.” Goo waved his hand in a relaxed way stating, “Beats me, and it’s fine! I don’t think you said anything wrong. Gun is always like that, so don’t worry about it!” While looking at Goo’s usual grin, you gave a hesitant nod as you and Goo followed Gun into a humongous yet towering building that’s named, “Lotte World Tower” which made itself known through its sign. The building was so tall, that you could barely even see the top from where you were standing at, by the entrance of the hotel. Even by squinting, the top of the building was invisible to you.

Holy crap. What is this place? The building is so FREAKING TALL!!!

While looking around with your mouth wide open in awe, you assumed it was a hotel. A fancy one too. The Lotte World Tower reminded you of that other place that you and Gun went to, which was the Lotte Hotel. As soon as you entered the excessively huge building, you were speechless to even speak a single word. Because…

What… In… The… World…?

It was like you’ve been taken to a whole other world! A new place of existence! You were greeted with a sign that said “Lotte World Mall” as you entered deeper into the building. Profoundly, there were no words that popped up in your head to even describe how marvelously lavish this building was from the inside. The walls were plated with gold, in which you could see your reflection as you walked by wherever you go, reflecting a kaleidoscope of every angle of the mall. The lights were glowing through the warm color of gold as well, illuminating every pathway there was to it, in this maze of a place. The amount of branded shops, floors, and escalators there were in this place, and the amount of people moving around was enough to make you feel overwhelmingly nervous. Your hands started to perspire at the sight of this place looming over you, making you believe that you could possibly get lost at any moment if you weren’t careful of your surroundings. You were relying on Gun up ahead, in which all your eyes had to do was just follow wherever he went, and he’ll guide you from afar. However you saw him stop right in front of you, which made you approach him in puzzlement. “Um, Gun…?” As you reached for his back, he turned around and…

It wasn’t him.

The face of the middle-aged stranger in front of you made you focus on him for about five seconds until he turned to walk away from the opposite direction of where you came from, realizing that wherever he was going was the wrong way. As you let that man go, you stood there in the sea of people, not knowing what to do. You were lost, and you were following the wrong person this whole time. But how could that have happened? You swore that you were just right behind him. But wait, what about Goo? Your head turned around to check to see if Goo was still with you, but he was nowhere to be seen. Just like Gun, who was supposed to be your navigator. The both of them were gone.

Panicking, you quickly got out your phone from your purse to call Gun. As you pressed “Yuzuru” on your Contacts then pressed “Call”, you brought the phone close to your ear as you waited for the rings to proceed to an answered call. However, while you were listening in on the rings, the automatic voice message system cued when it said, “The person that you are trying to reach is not available right now. Please try again later.” That didn’t stop you from trying to call another time, making you wait another minute for the phone to be picked up.

Come on, please… pick up the phone, Gun!

With no luck, the voice message system replayed itself again. It was obvious that you were starting to get frustrated about this whole situation, making you pace back and forth at that same spot that you’ve been standing on in the last ten minutes.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit… I can’t get a hold of him! I can’t call Goo either, I don’t have his phone number. And if I ask Kouji for Goo’s number, then Kouji must be suspicious of me. Fuck… what should I do?

While you were pacing back and forth, a hand suddenly grabbed onto your wrist. Your eyes lit up, expecting it to be Gun who came to retrieve you as you turned around to face him. But… it wasn’t Gun. Again. This time, an older man who appeared in front of you came with two of his goonies standing beside him. The new stranger seemed to be somewhere in his forties, wearing an expensive Ralph Lauren Men’s suit and tie. His bodyguards, however, looked like old gangster thugs with their old suits and their gold chains around their neck. One of them even gave a toothy grin, showing off some of his gold teeth while the other had a huge scar run down his left eye. The gentleman in front of you who still had his grasp on your wrist gave a malicious chuckle, asking you in a flirtatious way, “Hey Gorgeous, you seem to be a bit lost. And I just couldn’t help but approach you because you’re so beautiful. I was just on my way out from “The Lounge” with me and my fellas here. How about you come with me, and we can have a little bit of fun for the night, huh? How about it?” You shook your head urgently while yanking your arm away from him. “Er, no thank you. I’m meeting up with a few close friends of mine. Ah, actually, I just remembered where I was supposed to go. I best be going now…” You turned on your heel to get away as soon as possible, but right when you took a step away from them, the persistent man’s grasp returned on your arm. This time he was holding onto your bicep, in which his hand started to clamp tightly around you, causing you to wince in a bit of pain. Your head turned back to see a disgusting snicker on the creep’s face. Even his lackies were sneering beside him at how desperate you were to escape. “How cute. A little feisty kitten playing hard-to-get. Where are your ‘close friends’ at? If they were supposed to meet up with you, then they should have been here by now. So where are they?” His hold on you started to increase in strength, tightening his grip which made you grit your teeth in pain. “O-ow, sir… that h-hurts… let go!” While you tried to wriggle your arm away from him as hard as you can, his grasp on you wouldn’t loosen as the creep started to walk back towards the entrance of the mall. When he was dragging you with him without your consent, the three creeps chuckled while watching you struggle to free yourself from the maniac’s strong grip on you. Fearfully, you pleaded aloud while calling out to the people behind you saying, “HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! THIS PERVERT IS TRYING TO KIDNAP ME!!! HE’S TAKING ME AWAY BY FORCE- OWWW THAT HURTS, STOP THAT!!!” The man’s mug remained the same with that sadistic pervy expression on his face. He didn’t even bother to glance at you from behind himself, explaining, “Oh be quiet, you bitch! These people won’t help you. They’ll just think that you’re one of my ‘scores’ that I’ll be having for tonight. Just a bitch fussing over an increase for money, just because I didn’t offer you enough to spend the night with me. They wouldn’t even notice at all, since you’re dressed in that slutty little dress of yours. I bet you wanted to get attention in the first place, to pick up men such as myself. You LIKE the attention don’t you? You little who-” In an instant, the man’s words halted to a complete stop. Without warning, you felt that man’s grasp suddenly let go of your arm. With a hint of interest, your head turned to see for yourself, until your eyes met with Gun who was standing there in between you and the creep who was supposedly dragging you away. His bodyguards’ jaws dropped in shock, at how hard Gun was gripping their employer’s wrist so tightly for him to let go of you.

As Gun’s gaze pierced the older man’s eyes while still holding onto him, he asked in a very low yet harsh tone, “Do you want to die?” [죽을래?] The old man gritted his teeth, trying to pull his hand away from Gun’s firm grasp while yelling out, “Unhand me, you fiend!” The maniac’s gaze shifted to his sides to try and make eye contact with both of his goons saying, “Don’t just stand there you idiots, and HELP ME!!!” Gun’s demeanor remained unfazed when one of the crazy guy’s bodyguards suddenly grabbed onto his collar then pulled his other arm back ready to punch Gun in the face. When his fist was about to crush Gun by the nose, the bodyguard’s fist was caught by a new hand that just popped into the scene out of nowhere. His eyes traced where the hand came from, in which the hand actually belonged to Goo Kim. You clasped your hand onto your mouth, astounded from how smooth Goo’s catch was. While watching him turn his head to look at you straight in the eyes, a delighted grin grew on his face when he exclaimed, “Oh, (Y/N)! There you are, we’ve been looking all over for you! I see you’ve met some new ‘friends’ while you were away from us. Have they been bothering you?” Gun’s eyes were now focused on Goo’s face, as he said, “Where the hell have you been? I thought you were right behind me this whole time.” Goo snickered, talking back to Gun stating, “Oh you know me, always arriving in style! You’re not the only one who wants to look cool in front of a bunch of people too, you know…” Goo’s eyes moved towards the thug who he was still holding on to. The bodyguard’s facial expression became distorted with fury, which caused him to tug his fist away from Goo while taking a few steps back from him. Goo smugly smiled at the bodyguard who was glaring daggers at him. He pushed his glasses back in a very intellectual way, giving a smart-ass comment saying, “My, my, we’ve got a gorilla over here. When did they release him from the zoo? And oh look, there’s another one too! There must’ve been a special event at the zoo…” Gun saw that Goo was already riling up the two idiots in front of him, which signaled that he now needed to take matters into his own hands but in a mature way, enough to dismiss the attention that had been surrounding them ever since they got there. Since the asshole in front of Gun had already released you, Gun allowed him to be set free as he instantly let go of him. With a strong “Hmph!” from the man, the asshole gave a mad grin, bellowing out to Gun with insane eyes as he purposely yelled out loud with a crooked finger pointed at him, “Are you now regretting what you’ve done, BOY? Don’t you know who I am?! I’m an influential figure, you know! I’m WAY too important for you to even give me this kind of treatment! DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! MY NAME IS MR. CHO DANG, AND I OWN A FAMOUS ENTERTAINMENT COMPANY! I’M A MAN WHO’S EVEN CLOSE WITH HNH GROUP’S CHAIRMAN! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, YOU IMPULSIVE WANNABE?!” After his long speech, the guy crossed his arms while huffing his chest proudly at what he just announced in public. Gun’s eyes remained indifferent, still maintaining that serious eye contact that he has on the man’s face. Without saying anything, Gun took out his phone from his pocket then dialed through it before holding the phone up to his ear. From where you were standing, you faintly heard the phone ring a few times until someone picked up the phone saying, “What do you want, Bodyguard Cosplayer? I’m in the middle of something right now.” You immediately heard the sound of Kouji’s voice through Gun’s phone. “I’ll give you money if can do this quick favor for me. Don’t ask, just do it. I’m in a middle of something as well, so if you don’t get on it in the next five seconds, then I’ll hang u-” Kouji’s voice became rushed as he replied with, “Alright, alright, I’ll do it! Just send me the money via KakaoBank (Korean version of PayPal or GCash) once I’m done here. So what do you want?”

Gun smirked, aware that Kouji would never say no to a request that offers a huge sum of cash. “I want you to do a little background check on someone who claimed that he’s affiliated with HNH Group. His name is Cho Dang, and he owns an entertainment company. If he really is connected to HNH Group, then check all records and digital documents of any contracts made with this man.” There was a long pause of silence on the other end of the line, as Gun stood there, patiently waiting while still holding onto the phone on his ear. Meanwhile, you glanced at the guy standing in front of Gun who was once proud. Now, his facial expression changed as his face converted into a very tense expression, tapping onto his own arm with his index finger while his arms were still crossed. The long awaited answer came as you heard Kouji’s voice say, “Where have you heard of this guy? He’s nowhere to be seen on the records at all. Actually, I dug into him through extra sources and right here, it says that he owns a money loaning company. But it seems to me, that this guy is literal trash. He’s actually some kind of… loan shark…” When your eyes traveled to Gun’s eyes, they were now focused on the face of a man who currently has evil intent in his eyes. Gun let out a cold chuckle as he said cooly, “Is that so? If that’s all, then there’s no need to dig any further since that’s all I needed to know. I’ll send the money later today, so you don’t have to pester me to give it to you.” Kouji clicked his tongue in a bothersome way, which made him scold Gun in demand. “Hey, you better send me the money within twenty-four hours or else I won’t be doing these dumb ‘favors’ for you anymore!” Gun’s hand then returned his phone back into his pocket. And with that, you knew…

This bastard is fucked now.

Goo suddenly walked beside Gun with the same evil glint in his eyes as Gun’s. Standing side-by-side, they currently looked at the three dumb-looking morons with strong malicious. “Apparently, Cho Dang isn’t affiliated with HNH Group at all.” Goo snickered as he playfully replied to Gun asking, “Reeeeally? How interesting. I thought he said that he was a company owner of an entertainment business.” Gun jeered in amusement as he said, “No, not at all. He works as a money loaning business owner. But actually, he isn’t just a business owner of that caliber. He’s also a LOAN SHARK.” People around you were starting to murmur to themselves, while flashes of camera lights began to blink around you as if they were coming from paparazzi. While bystanders have been taking photos or videos through their phones from watching the whole scene play out, the three bafoons were now sweating in nervousness due to Cho Dang’s cover being blown. Cho Dang gritted his teeth, stepping forward while clenching his fists saying, “WHO THE HELL GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO ASSUME WHO I AM?! I’M CHARLES CHOI’S CLOSE BUSINESS PARTNER, DAMMIT!” Goo chuckled at Cho Dang’s persistence, still trying to woo the crowd over by standing his ground. “Look at him Gun, this nutjob of an old fart is still trying to play Charles Choi’s favorite…” As Goo said that, Gun let out an intimidating laugh, as he took out his phone again then scrolled through it. Eventually, he held it out in front of Cho Dang and his two lackies, watching their eyes widen in horror from how they screwed up. Big time. Curiously, you leaned to the side of Gun’s extended arm, as you now could see what he was showing them. On Gun’s phone, was a picture of both Gun and Goo standing on both sides of an old man with a piercing gaze, staring into the camera like the cameraman was dead on the spot if he didn’t do his job right. The old man in the picture, who you assumed was Charles Choi, stood in between Gun and Goo while exuberating a powerful stance. Gun finally let out a few comments towards the three as he stated, “You see, as Charles Choi’s personal bodyguards, it is not only our personal responsibility to keep him physically safe, but ALSO to keep him safe from anyone who would tarnish his image like this…” Gun slowly took a few steps forward towards them, who were still paralyzed in fear. As he leaned in close to Cho Dang, he whispered to him, making it audible enough for him and his own bodyguards to hear. “If this were to become an issue to the public’s eye, then I’d suggest that you leave Seoul now and never come back ever again. If not, then we will be the ones to hunt you down ourselves and make your lives a living hell. And once we find you, we’ll be sure to dump your bodies where no one will ever find them. Somewhere unpredictable, untouched, and unnoticed. Deep into the dark abyss where you trash, belong…” All of the faces of those three turned pale as a ghost, even yours! You’ve witnessed Gun being the scary trainer that he is when he gets mad at you over the simplest of things, but you’ve never seen him so dead set on ACTUALLY killing someone. With such a transparent look of murderous intent on his face, Goo even joined in on the fun, as Goo wrapped an arm around Gun’s shoulder while taunting them in a wicked way, “Hey, you forgot to mention another important thing. This will be unlikely of course, but if we CAN’T find them, we’ll just come and look for their friends and family. AND THEN beat them all to death! Wouldn’t that be fun??? I wonder what their mothers would think if we’d just come for a visit and have a nice ‘chat’ with them. Even their kids too! Hell, they can bring the whole family with them! A whole ass reunion. We’ve got the right connections to find out who they’re associated with anyways, so let’s just start now!!!” The three of them shook their heads in desperate need. In an instant, Cho Dang dropped to his knees and groveled towards Gun and Goo while his bodyguards frantically panicked behind them, trying to pull their boss up from the floor.

Cho Dang held both of his hands up to Gun and Goo, as if praying to them for them to stop this cruelty. “P-please… I beg of you… I-I d-d-didn’t mean to cause any trouble! I-I-I was just trying to f-fend for myself! You know how us people are s-struggling in poverty, right? Us f-folks got to do what we got to do! P-p-please don’t do this! Y-you can just file a c-case for s-s-slander or something, if that’s what you want! Just… please! D-don’t k-kill us, or our f-f-family!” Goo gave a questioning look while playfully replying with, “So… if not you, and not your family… then what about your friends? You didn’t mention them. Does that mean we get to kill THEM instead? Actually, among you three, you’re all still technically ‘friends’. So, there’s no way out of this even if you tried. You’re all FUCKED!” Goo’s face turned into a devilish grin, as he let out a sinister chuckle. All of their eyes widened in an even heightened fear for their lives, which made you somewhat feel sorry for them for ever messing with you, Gun, and Goo. Gun’s eyes shifted towards you to see what you were up to, and that expression of pity on your face says it all. He was a bit irritated that you still felt sorry for people like them who were the ones who messed with you in the first place. However, he knew deep down that if he DID end up killing those three, it wouldn’t gain him anything but hate from you, for being so cruel. Gun’s eyes were now back on Cho Dang, in which he gave a disapproving sigh then strongly shrugged Goo’s arm off of him before he approached Cho Dang. Goo was taken aback from Gun’s sudden action, as he gave Gun a displeased look, watching him intently from behind. Gun’s hand grabbed onto Cho Dang’s shoulder, and right when he touched his shoulder, Cho Dang could feel the overpowering pressure of Gun’s strength. Cho Dang winced from the overwhelming feeling of his shoulder getting crushed by such monstrous power, as he watched Gun lean in closer to him, frightful for his life. Gun gave a serious whisper as he told Cho Dang, “I’ll let you go today. But if we ever cross paths again, you’d best expect the worst to come. I don’t want to hear any pleads for mercy when I come for your head. And one more thing…” Cho Dang couldn’t hold himself up to Gun’s level, making him bend on one knee, due to the force that Gun had exerted even more, now crushing his shoulder. Gun’s cold dead eyes leveled with Cho Dang’s, as Gun spoke to him in a threatening warning, “If you lay a hand on my woman again, I’ll surely cut off every part of your body while I watch you bleed in agony until you beg me to kill you instantly. Starting from your fingers… Then your toes… Then your remaining limbs… Your torso… And all the way up to your last remaining part… Your head. Don’t forget that, and remember my words until your last dying breath.” With one last shove, Gun stood up properly to brush his suit afterwards and to straighten his own tie. Consequently, Cho Dang fell backwards onto the floor, which resulted in his two cowardly steads to rescue him from the floor just to rush away with Cho Dang from you, Gun, and Goo. Seeing that the issue had been resolved, the crowd that Gun and Goo had gathered suddenly began to disperse into different directions, resuming whatever they had planned for the night. Goo stretched tiredly as he said, “Damn, that took us forever to deal with those pricks! We should’ve been at that place by now…” Gun‘s eyes were now fixated on you, causing him to walk towards you with his usual intimidating gaze that never failed to make you feel inferior in front of him. As he stared down onto your gentle eyes, his face maintained that expressionless portrait of his, until he decided to grab onto your hand to lead you away into the direction of where the three of you were supposed to go. Goo was even shocked to see Gun take your hand like that. However, that look of surprise didn’t last long for Goo, since he realized that he’ll be the third-wheel for tonight. How annoying.

With a bewildered look plastered on your face, you looked down at his hand holding onto yours, struggling to keep up with him from behind as he guided you down the busy commotion of people as you cried out, “Gun, wait! Why are you being so forceful all of a sudden?!” Gun glanced back at you as he said from your front, “If I let you go off on your own, then you’ll get lost again. Do you know how bothersome it is to have to try and find you all the time? It’s like I have to put a leash around you just to know where you are.” Your eyes looked at him apologetically for the trouble you’ve always caused as you said in a softer tone, “I’m sorry for always causing you trouble…” Gun pulled you into an empty elevator, with Goo following you two from behind. After the doors slowly closed in front of you, Gun pushed the Level “81” button for it to go up to its rightful floor. While you were waiting, Goo glanced at you and Gun. His eyes trailed down your arms until they stopped right at your hands that were intertwined together. Goo let out a jeer, as he said, “I get that you missed her Gun, but you do know that it’s just the three of us now, right? Are you guys going to hold hands until we get there? How cute~” Goo’s teasing words caused you to look down and at the sight of your hand still connected with Gun’s, you started blushing madly, panicking inside your head at such a rapid state, creating quickened paces of your heart beating from within your chest.

Oh my god… AGH, I’M FREAKING OUT! HE’S STILL HOLDING MY HAND! WHAT IS THIS? IS THIS A SIGN? Wait no- there’s no way! He’s just holding my hand because of how annoying I am. Yeah, that’s it… UGH. MY HAND IS STARTING TO SWEAT. THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING!!! CALM DOWN, HEART, PLEASE…”

Gun looked down at how his hand was still interlocked with yours, making him pull back his hand away from you. When you felt the slow release of his hand, your eyes took a glimpse at him, as his gaze was focused straight ahead on the door. For some reason, you felt a little disappointed that he decided to let go of you. It was wishful thinking, but you thought that if only he could’ve held your hand a little bit longer, then maybe…

. . .

Right after the elevator ride, Gun led you and Goo to a very fancy bar called “Bar 81”. Once Gun met with the waiter, the waiter took you three to a bar counter on the side where the three of you sat together side-by-side, with Gun on your left, Goo on your right, and you in between. Just by looking at the huge bar around you, it exuded high-class luxury. Many customers were seated everywhere, with dazzling dresses and fancy suits that would have cost them a fortune. They definitely got the dress code down to the last detail, which made you impressed at how well dressed everyone was throughout this very wide room. Even the interior was magnificent, leaving your mouth agape in wonder, displaying hints of gold and black faded into its walls and its furniture. There was a second floor to the front of the bar counter, with clear glass borders that encased numerous seats full of powerful people drinking and eating rich tasty food. Despite the grandiose atmosphere, the mood of the bar was quite relaxed with its smooth jazz music playing softly in the background, which made you relieved at how non-intimidating the bar was once you entered into the lush scenery. In your seat, you leaned into Gun and whispered curiously, “What is this place?” Gun handed you both menus for you and Goo to take then explained, “This is a bar called ‘Bar 81’. It’s well-known for its best champagne collection and its finest drinks. The bar is also a part of the Signiel Seoul, the hotel.” You whistled impressively while sliding the menu towards Goo on his side, until you realized, “Wait. You said it’s part of a hotel? We’re in a HOTEL now?! There’s a HOTEL on top of a mall??? How big is this place?!” Gun nodded affirmatively to your understanding. “Yes, that’s correct. This building is the tallest building in South Korea. Not only is it the tallest building in Korea, but it is considered to be the sixth tallest building in the world.”

What in the hell…?

When the bar tender from behind the counter approached you three, he gave a brief explanation of tonight’s specials with their featured “midnight cocktails” and their “bubbly gold champagnes”, then proceeded to state that they have every fine quality liquor there is, on their shelves. Before asking, “What would you like to order?” Gun simply said, “I’ll have a whiskey on the rocks. Preferably, the ‘Monochrome Joker’ straight from Hanyu Ichiro’s Full Card Series.” Struck with pure confusion, you raised an eyebrow at him, not knowing what the hell he was saying.

Um, is he speaking the right language? Because… what the fuck did he just say? What’s a “Monochrome Joker”? Is that a favorite of Batman’s? Like, what’s going on here…?

The bartender gave a nod, confirming that he got the order before facing you asking, “And for you Miss?” Unsure of what to order, your eyes scanned through the menu since your mind wasn’t set on a drink yet. This was your first time drinking alcohol, so you had no idea where to start. Eventually, you gave up on trying to find the right drink for you so you decisively answered, “I’ll get whatever he’s having.” while pointing at Gun, sitting next to you. From both sides, you heard Gun smirk and Goo snicker to themselves, which made you give questioning looks towards them on either side of you. The bartender said, “Alright Miss. And for you, sir?”, finally turning his attention onto Goo. Goo had a daring grin on his face, as he slid the menu towards the bartender saying, “I’ll go with any drink from The Emerald Isle Collection.” Gun’s eyes glanced at Goo with contempt for some reason, in which you caught his side-eye from the corner of your eye. Gun’s action really made you question why he looked at Goo like that for a second. The bartender happily nodded while saying, “Excellent choice, sir!” Before taking the menus from Goo first, following down the line with you next then Gun at the end. After obtaining the final menu from Gun, the bartender gave his last few words before taking care of your orders saying, “Thank you for your orders. There will be free appetizers that come with your drinks, which will consist of a tray of biscuits with provolone cheese, slices of apple smoked ham, olives, fruits, and our fresh raw salmon spread on top of slices of our Focaccia bread. I’ll come back with your drinks. But first, I have to make sure that they’re working on your appetizers. Please excuse me.” When the bartender disappeared into the kitchen of the bar, your head confronted Gun, then at Goo, asking the both of them, “Okay, explain. What were those reactions for?” Gun turned his head to face you with an arrogant smile that was already painted on his face. “You really have no idea what you just ordered. I’m guessing this must be your first time drinking then.” Goo chuckled while shaking his head and crossing his arms. “(Y/N), you really didn’t think this through, huh?” You were starting to get annoyed at the both of them not explaining thoroughly for their haughtiness. “Alright, one of you better explain to me why the two of you are acting like this.” Gun sighed saying, “Do you know how much alcohol is in it?” You stared at him blankly. “Um… what do you mean ‘how much’? There’s a measurement for them?” Goo let out an entertained laugh. “Of course there is, dummy! Every bottle of alcohol comes with a percentage on there, of how much alcohol each drink has. The higher the percentage, the more alcohol it has in it.” Gun joined in saying, “With that said, you decided to order something that has 54.9% of alcohol in it. Are you a fool?” Your face shifted into animosity as you hissed at Gun, “And how the hell was I supposed to know that?! Like you said, this is my ‘first time drinking’. I wasn’t even aware that there were measurements to liquor, and now you’re calling me a ‘fool’? What are you, an alcoholic?!” Gun scoffed to the side by replying with, “I can’t believe you didn’t even know. Have you ever been to a market before, or a convenience store? They sell alcohol almost everywhere and you’re telling me that you had no idea that they measure alcohol? Unbelievable…” You rolled your eyes at Gun, exclaiming, “I don’t have an addiction to alcohol like you do. That’s probably why I wasn’t aware of it until today! And, God… you are so annoying and judgmental all the time! At least be mindful of others, and don’t be such an ASS ABOUT IT!!!” Gun’s eyebrows knitted into irritation while crossing his own arms arguing back, “If you don’t want me to be an ‘Ass’, then learn how to use that fucking brain of yours! Sometimes you don’t even think. What are you, a dog?”

Goo bursted out into laughter at how chaotic this conversation had gotten so quickly. At first, he was hesitant whether or not he should come up with an excuse to ditch you two since he didn’t want to be caught up in your little “romance”. But, he took it all back. This was COMEDY GOLD. And Goo was glad that he got to stick around to you and Gun ruthlessly going at it with each other.

“A ‘dog’, huh? Oh, I’m sorry. Is that why you want me to be put on a leash? Because I’m your little ‘pet’? Is that it?!”

“Don’t throw this shit back on me, (Y/N). It’s YOU who’s not thinking straight! I always have to chase after you because of the dumb shit you always pull, and you’re probably even worse than an actual dog!”

You gasped, making you grit your teeth in ire. “How dare you say that I’m worse than ‘an actual dog’!! At least I don’t go around bossing people, telling others what to do! Do you know how annoying that can be for people? ‘(Y/N), pick that up and make sure to throw it in the trash’! ‘(Y/N), clean that bowl! Oh wait, actually- put it in the dishwasher! You’re too slow!’ Like what the FUCK?! WHO DOES THAT?! At least be sensible to the people around you, DUMBASS!!!”

Goo was hollering in his seat even louder than before, as he pounded his fist onto the bar counter a couple of times while dying from laughter. Goo had never witnessed a lady, such as yourself, to go AGAINST Gun in any way, shape or form. It was like watching a hilarious comedy for Goo. He understood the feeling of having to tell off Gun sometimes, but it was definitely a rare sight to see a woman do it for him. Whew, so much fun and excitement, all in one day! “I CAN’T BREATHE- YOU GUYS ARE TOO HILARIOUS!!!” While watching you two bicker amongst yourselves, eventually his laughter died down when he had the sudden urge to cough, leading him to wipe his own tears from his eyes from crying excessively. At the same time, the yelling from you and Gun ceased, as you both quickly looked away from each other in frustration. Since you both couldn’t bear to look at each other due to how infuriated you two felt, you thought of how much of an insufferable bastard he can be. Even at times like this when you two were okay for a minute, you and Gun would end up breaking into a meaningless argument. Right when the argument declined, the bartender came back with your drinks. He handed each of you a fancy cocktail glass. For you and Gun, you both received a glass that consisted of a big spherical ice, mixed with a brandy colored drink in it. On the contrary, Goo got a flat drink with no ice, as he wished to be the daring one for today. Gun definitely needed a drink from whatever the hell he had to go through in this day so far, as he took a heavy sip from his rare and expensive liquor right when he got it in his grasp. Goo on the other hand, was very excited to drink his as well as he delightedly said, “It’s here! Time to taste if this is actually good or not…” When he took a sip, Gun turned to Goo’s direction as he said, “Hey, Goo. You ordered something even more expensive than what I ordered, so you better finish it. I’m only willing to pay for you for today, because this is my way of owing you back.” Gun’s eyes also caught you staring at your drink, as he said, “And you too, (Y/N). Don’t you dare waste it. If you don’t like it, then suck it up and drink it…” Goo smirked at Gun after he took a sip from his own. “You’re lucky I liked it. If it was trash, then I would’ve thrown it into a bush either way.” Gun glared at him before saying, “You bastard…” before taking another sip from his drink. As you kept staring at your fragile cocktail glass in front of you, you ran your index finger around its rim, hesitant to even taste it. Gun noticed your hesitance, then decided to give you tips for drinking. “Just taste it first. And take it slow, since this is your first time. If you drink it all in one go, then you’ll end up drunk in no time. Get a few bites of food while you’re drinking too, it’ll help you withstand the taste if you take multiple sips. To be honest, I won’t be surprised if you get drunk right away from taking one sip…” You flashed him a dirty look filled with contempt, as your cheeks flushed furiously. “W-what? I haven’t even tried it yet, and you’re already shitting on me for getting drunk too early?!” Goo chuckled as he asked Gun, “Hey Gun, how much do you want to bet that (Y/N) is a lightweight? I’m betting that she’ll last about an hour!” Gun smirked doubtfully, taking another sip from his drink. “You’re on. I’m betting thirty minutes. I’ll be wagering for ten billion won like last time, so you better give me my money when you lose this one.” Goo snickered while taking a gulp from his drink. “Deal. I’m going for ten million won on this one too. Whoever wins, gets the money!” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. It was absurd that they were betting on how fast you’d get drunk right away, which caused you to have a strong sense of loathing for these two.

These assholes. How dare they take me for a fool? Betting on how fast I get drunk, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME?! YOU’VE GOT TO BE JOKING!

While still hating on them for their outrageous deal, you finally took a sip from your drink. At first you felt the taste of the bitter scotch go through your tastebuds, which made your face scrunch up in a displeased way. As the liquor went down towards your stomach, you felt it burn the back of your throat, which made you shiver a bit from how unpleasant your first taste of alcohol was. You brought the back of your hand onto your lips to wipe your mouth from the leftover whiskey still lingering on your mouth, while coughing onto your hand to try and get the uncomfortable feeling of the burning whiskey in your throat to subside. Gun gave a scornful chuckle at your first reaction to the taste of alcohol. He was amused at your reaction, watching you handle the liquor so badly that he couldn’t help but smile through his glass, as he takes one sip for himself. On your right side, Goo laughed at your terrible resistance to its taste, as he leaned his head to the side while asking, “You okay (Y/N)? Do you need a chaser with that?” Coughing, you looked at him inquisitively. “A ‘chaser’? What’s that?” Gun shook his head at your lack of knowledge, as he began to explain. “A chaser is another drink you take immediately, after you take a sip from a strong liquor. It usually helps to try and reduce the taste in your mouth. For example, soda is a popular chaser to drink. But, if you can’t handle the taste, I don’t mind ordering you one-” You look Gun deep into his eyes, grabbing onto your drink to take a big gulp of it right in front of him with a straight face. Goo whistled impressively, awestricken by your determination to go without a chaser, which ushered him to give you a genuine compliment. “Woah, you see that Gun? She doesn’t want YOUR chaser. Don’t you believe in her? Because (Y/N), that was so badass! I’ve never met a chick who’d drink a strong one without a chaser before. Let alone, how you handle this guy…” Goo gestured towards Gun, who was now drinking in silence. Goo continued, asking you teasingly to obviously annoy Gun, “I feel bad for you (Y/N). Isn’t he such a pain in the ass? How do you even tolerate him? You know, if he keeps bothering you, that offer of mine that I gave you is always open…” Taking a sip from your drink, you heaved out a sigh, saying, “Yeah, he is a major pain in the ass. And I just learned how to do it while being with him. However if I accept your offer, Goo, then it’s like I’ll let him win if I just give up and go. Just because he gave me a hard time, doesn’t mean that I’ll give up easily. I’m sorry, but I still won’t accept your offer.” Gun was listening in on your conversation between Goo, and as he heard your response, he snickered. Deciding to join into your talk with Goo, Gun said tauntingly, “You heard THAT, Goo? She won’t back down like how you hoped for. Better stick to watching over that pig…” Goo rolled his eyes, while drinking from his glass. You turned back to Gun and asked, “So, about this drink… why is it called the ‘Monochrome Joker’? And I remembered you said it’s from… uh… Haru Ichigo-” Gun let out a disappointed sigh, correcting you with, “You mean, Hanyu Ichiro? And yes, it’s from Hanyu Ichiro’s Full Card Series. It’s a set of rare Japanese whiskey, that was distilled since 1985. Since the Hanyu distillery stopped operating in 2000, it became such a rare set, that it was sold in an auction for $1.53 million dollars in Hong Kong. Within this series, each bottle represents a card from a full deck, but it includes two jokers in this set of Japanese liquor. But specifically, a Monochrome Joker bottle is one of the rarest in the set, along with its other duplicate. To complete the set, it was the final bottle to be prepped and it consists of a colored version and a black and white version, for the bottles. I was surprised that this bar got their hands on such rare items when I looked into it. Whoever owns this bar must be influential…” While Gun explained your eyes lit up in high fascination as you asked excitedly, “Woahhh, that’s crazy! And how did you find out about this?”

Gun crossed his arms, as he smiled appreciatively at how intrigued you were at the topic of Hanyu Ichiro’s rare whiskey. “Well you see-” As he was about to explain further about his discovery, you were alerted by someone calling out, “Oppa~! Is that you?!” from behind you three. Instantly you, Gun, and Goo all turned your heads around to see the commotion of who was yelling from a few feet away. Approaching towards the three of you, was a beautiful blonde woman waving at your direction. She was stunning, dressed in a very tight yet revealing mini-dress. Her dress was very fitted, which extenuates every curve on her body, including her hips. Even though her dress was very compressed, the mini-dress that she was wearing exposed her cleavage, showing off her chest area and what she had to offer. The woman’s locks were very long and softly curled, which extended up to her lower back. Her face was heavy with makeup, with her one-inch fake lashes and her very noticeable red velvet lipstick. The bag she had strung over her shoulder was a black cushioned YSL purse, and her black heels belonged to Prada. Ultimately, the gorgeous woman stopped in front of the person who she was calling out to. And that person HAD to be… Jong Gun Park. When the woman halted in front of Gun, she gasped while covering her mouth in a surprised manner. “Omo, I knew it! It IS you Oppa! How have you been?” Her hand reached out to touch his strong arm, starting from his bulky bicep gliding down to his forearm in a seductive way. Gun didn’t give much of a reaction, replying with a very straight face nodding, as he said, “Yes, I’ve been well. What are you doing here?” You watched as the woman giggled while pointing behind her, “I’m here with my friends.” Behind her were two stunning women as well. One woman was wearing a very sexy royal blue dress while the other woman wore a forest green dress. Both of them were seen giggling at each other, at how Gun glanced at them for a split second before his eyes returned to the blonde woman in front of him. “I see.” The mystery woman in front of him suddenly wrapped her arms around his right arm that was free, making sure his arm pressed against her breasts that were erupting from within her dress. “Oppaaaa, why didn’t you call me? You know how much I missed you~” Gun’s eyes remained indifferent, aware of what the vixen is doing. He said, “I forgot. My bad.” The sight of the woman clinging onto Gun all of a sudden, made you clench your hand around your glass in irritation, as you turned around to ignore them.

Geez, what are they even doing? Tch…

Goo caught onto your annoyance, as he turned around as well from the provocative scene. He sneered to himself saying, “Ah, NOW I remember where I’ve seen her before.” The voice of Goo made you focus on him instead, inquiring in on him, in a very low whisper, “What do you mean? Do you know her too?” Goo chuckled then nodded before taking a sip from his drink. “Yeah, I do. Gun and I went fishing on a big yacht before. When we were on our way to a yacht while walking down the dock, she and a group of her friends saw us entering the boat and they called out to us, asking if they could come join us. We didn’t really thought much about it since originally, it would just be the two of us fishing. But I guess, ‘The more, the merrier.’ It would’ve been even more boring if it was just the two is us, so we let them join us. As far as I remembered, she was the one sticking to Gun the most. He must’ve caught her eye that day. I think her name was ‘Amy’…? Well, she didn’t really catch my eye either. She was just a part of the junkies in the group. They all looked the same to me. However, (Y/N), you should be careful.” You raised an eyebrow at Goo. “Why is that?” Goo took another sip from his drink before continuing, “I don’t think you know much about THIS SIDE of Gun. Or maybe you have, I don’t know. Just don’t be fooled. That bastard did sleep around for a bit. The pervert would usually go off with beautiful women and hook up with them in hotels and it used to be a side hobby of his. It doesn’t matter who their names were, or if they were prostitutes or not. If they’re beautiful and they fit his ‘standards’, then he’d be willing to give it to them if they wanted. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he hooked up with that woman during that time in the yacht, but if she came onto him like that, then it is to be expected…” While listening to Goo, you were starting to engulf in irateness as he continued to explain Gun’s promiscuous past. Although this made you pissed off at what Gun had done before, you felt your grip on your glass starting to tighten in exasperation.

Now I get it. I remembered that Gun said that he did bed multiple women before. Thanks to Goo’s insight, my eyes have opened a bit more. So… what? I was just an “opportunity” for him to just, TAKE A CHANCE WITH? Are you fucking serious?! God, how could I be so dumb?! OVER SOMEONE LIKE HIM? (Y/N), HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY GIVE YOURSELF TO SOMEONE LIKE HIM??? GEEZ, YOU WEREN’T THINKING AT ALL! Letting your emotions get the best of you… SCREW HIM, AND THE GIFT! HE CAN JUST GO TO HELL FOR ALL I CARE!!!

Involuntarily, you took multiple sips from your glass all at once, which made Goo’s jaw drop so quickly. “H-hey, (Y/N)! HEY! Don’t drink everything! You’re going to lose my- I mean, YOU’RE GOING TO GET DRUNK TOO SOON! STOP THAT!!!” He tried grabbing onto the glass out of your hand, but you turned your back towards him, as you downed the whole glass of whiskey. You wiped the excess liquor off of your lips with the back of your hand once more, until finally, the bartender came with the tray full of food. While Goo was still panicking over the amount of alcohol you just consumed, the bartender set the tray full of food in front of you and Goo, since he noticed that Gun was busy chatting with the blonde woman who was still clinging onto him. Once he set it down, he asked, “Is there anything else that I can get for you?” You nodded as you held your index finger out to him, signaling a “One.” Tremendously, you felt a gradual wave hit you. Like a dizzy high, starting to take its toll on you. You then answered the bar tender by saying, “C-can I… get a refill… please?” The bartender nodded as he took your empty glass then said, “One moment, Miss. I’ll have to replace your old glass with a new one, if that’s alright with you?” Your vision was starting to fill with blurs of light and black spots, but you managed to reply back. “Y-yes… it’s… fine…” The bartender nodded once more, indicating that he got your permission to take your glass, in which he strolled to the kitchen with it. “Oh… god… what time… is it… now…?” You took out your phone from your purse, then peeked at it to see that it was now, eight thirty-five at night. You sighed while facepalming yourself. “Ugh… it’s a-almost nine…” Unconsciously, you set your phone down facing upwards, stretching your arms out before crossing your arms onto the counter, to rest your head onto them. Goo, who was still observing you nervously, now had a trickle of sweat running down the side of his head. “Well, shit. Looks like I fucked myself up big time…” He knew that he just screwed himself over, and now he regretted ever telling you about the history of Gun’s sexual lifestyle. Now that he owes Gun a shit ton of money, he was now starting to think of a plan to get himself out of there. Goo checked to see if Gun was still talking to Amy, and he for sure was. “Tsk, damn this prick. If only that woman didn’t show up, then I wouldn’t have to talk about her and his shitty life.” Frustrated, Goo placed his hand on your arm, shaking it to try and get you to sit up straight. “Hey… hey, (Y/N). Get up, you shouldn’t be laying on the counter like this. Sit up properly this time. Please? Do it for me here…” With a miracle, you stared up at Goo in a daze. But when you heard him tell you to sit up, you obliged by suddenly straightening your position on your chair again while shaking your head, hoping to recover your consciousness to the way it previously was. “O-oh… sorry Goo… I d-don’t… feel too well…” Goo sighed, picking a few pieces of fruit from the platter with a toothpick on the tray, then handed it to you. “Here, eat this. It’ll help you feel better. Just keep eating, to help keep your senses up.” Spaced out, you took the pierced fruit, then popped it in your mouth, munching onto them. While eating the fruit Goo gave you, you grumbled with fruit still in your mouth saying, “Themks… Goo… Mmm… tis’ taste… goob…” Goo released a tired huff, as he covered his eyes with his hand in shame, depressed at how much he really relied on you to win him a good amount of cash. He cursed himself for being too “nice” sometimes, which led to your tipsy self that will soon result into an even worse state of drunkenness. “Geez, what have I done…?”

Returning back to Gun and Amy’s interaction, Gun was starting to feel irritated at how this woman was still unable to let go of him… Literally. Gun didn’t even remember her at all, as he decided to play along with whatever was going on. He believed that it was best to wait patiently for her to go, but it didn’t look like she’ll be going anytime soon. By coming up with a “Plan B” for this scenario, he thought of a brilliant idea that’ll get him out of this situation. He then took the woman’s arm in his hand then, slowly pushed her grasp away from him. The woman was rambling on about how lonely she felt by not being able to see Gun ever since that yacht event they had, until she paused in confusion at Gun’s sudden push, irking her to release him from her grasp. The woman hesitantly asked, “O-Oppa, is there… something wrong?” Gun cleared his throat as he said, “I enjoyed the ‘chat’, but I brought important people with me today. I shouldn’t keep them waiting, since that is quite rude.” Sharply, he turned around as his right hand slid smoothly over your left hand to take your hand in his. You felt the sensation of his immediate touch, as your hand directly let go of the toothpick full of sliced ham. Your head sharply turned to look at his hand entangled with yours, with a tight squeeze. The look on your face was caught off guard, with a tint of red warmth emitting from your cheeks, as he tugged onto your hand to turn around to face the woman in front of you. When the two of you turned around, he was still holding onto your hand as he held out both of your hands that were entwined with one another, to the blonde woman. The blonde woman’s face was appalled to see Gun holding onto your hand. As a result, her attitude changed to a complete 180°. She scoffed while holding onto her hip sassily, saying, “Ah, I see you’ve found yourself another woman to play with. Fine, I’ll let you two have your FUN. But Oppa, if you ever get bored of her, come and find me. ‘Kay?” She said, with a flirtatious wink. You furrowed your eyebrows in an irritated fashion, as you snappily pulled your hand away from Gun’s touch. You grabbed onto your toothpick with ham, then got out of your seat, brushing your dress from behind before starting to walk towards the blonde female. Goo felt a bit of wind brush against him, as he uncovered his eyes to see you get up from your chair, strolling towards the sharp-tongued woman. Gun was taken aback from your emergence, while Goo became intrigued at what’s about to go down. Creeping towards her, you looked at her dead in the eyes with a very chilling smile, which made the woman’s hands ball into fists from how nervous you were starting to make her feel. The intimidation was working until you stopped in front of her, face-to-face. With that sinister smile still displaying on your face, Amy looked at you in a disgusted manner as she said, “What the fuck are you trying to do? You Bi-” Once you saw that her mouth was opened, you grabbed onto the top of her head then shoved the toothpick full of ham into her mouth to shut her up. Alarmed, Amy’s eyes widened at your sudden force of action, when you told her in a commanding tone to, “Be a dear, and chew on it. And while you’re doing it, listen closely…” Anxiously, she obeyed you, already trapped in your frightening trance. You leaned close to her ear then whispered, “Don’t you dare, lump me in with your kind. I’m not just some ‘woman’ that he can just use. And ‘bored’, you say? Women like you are all the same. No wonder he didn’t call you back at all. He probably got tired of you after giving yourself to him a bunch of times. You may be just another girl for him to get at, but at least I don’t desperately cling onto him when he didn’t ask to be touched in the first place. So now, I suggest you leave. As you can see, I’m not in the best of moods right now…” Without giving a sense of care, you shoved her back, which caused her to stumble backwards. You almost caused her to fall back onto her back, but her friends rushed in to catch her from dropping to the floor.

When Amy felt her friends catch her from behind, her head looked up to see you strut back to your seat to sit down. While gritting her teeth in humiliation, she finally managed to stand up properly. With a final aggravated stomp on the floor from how you just embarrassed her, she turned to the opposite direction as she said to her friends, “Let’s get out of here.” before snobbishly stomping off, out of the bar. With a huff back onto your seat, you saw that your drink has been refilled. You didn’t notice how Gun and Goo were just staring at you in amazement, not expecting THAT side to come from you. Gun was the one who was surprised the most. He always witnessed your ferocity, but he has never seen you express that side to anyone else, but him. Gun knew that you were usually soft and kind-hearted in nature when meeting new people, but this was truly a unique sight to behold. Goo, though, found it enjoyable to see you push back that woman. He believed that it was a way of payback, since he viewed that woman as the source for his future money loss. And with that, he was grateful that you got revenge for him indirectly, even though you had no idea about what was going on in his head. Gun decided to thank you since all this time, he’s been trying to get Amy off his back as he said, “(Y/N), thanks for sending her off like tha-” While listening to him, you took multiple gulps from your drink, then drop the glass onto the table in an aggressive way. Without bothering to make eye contact with him, you still felt bitter towards him by saying, “Shut up. I didn’t do that for you, Asshole… Ugh, I need to take a piss…” Hastily, you got out of your seat again, then looked around to find the “Restroom” sign. From afar, you saw it straight towards the very end of the bar, as you left Gun and Goo without saying a word to them about your motive for a bathroom break. Once you left them by themselves at the bar counter, Goo let out a dumbstruck chuckle, as he said, “You really raised one terrifying woman, Gun.” Gun took a silent sip from his glass, before agreeing, “Yes, you could say that.” Goo took a swig from his drink then asked, “Also, why do you let her wear those types of dresses? Even the ones that are a bit revealing? You do know that it would just gather unnecessary attention on her, right? Wouldn’t it be a pain for you if other people decided to try and take her away from you?” Gun smirked as he said, “That’s the point. They can stare at her and come at me all they want, I don’t care. But don’t you get it? It’s just a sign to let all those bastards know that they can’t have, what’s already mine…” Goo was confounded by Gun’s response as he said, “You really are a crazy prick. It’s scary how she changed you in just only a month…” Goo mumbled that last part to himself, allowing Gun to breathe in peace from the questions that he kept throwing at him. While Gun was drinking, he heard a notification ping from your phone, along with your phone screen to visibly light up in view. Your phone on the bar counter caught Gun’s attention, as he caught a glimpse of what the notification was about. When he did so, he was stunned to see the name “DG” on the notification, when it popped up from the screen. The preview of the message read:

“Hey (Y/N), I apologize for the late reply. My schedule has been pretty hectic lately, but I am glad that you got a new phone. Have you listened to the albums yet that I have recommended to you? I bet you’d like…”

The phone screen dimmed until the it was completely off again. Gun remembered that DG gave you his phone number, yet you decided to text DG first, but never him? Gun became vexed at how you decided to reach out to DG yourself, just to talk to him. With that, Gun sipped on his drink until you groggily returned back to where they were seated at. Coming from the way you were already walking, Goo knew that you were borderline drunk now, but not entirely. Your sense of direction was a bit of a mess, as you redirected your way back to them, a bit wasted and unsure. When you walked, your knees were all wobbly, and you could barely hold yourself up in those heels now. He didn’t want to stick around for the possible “clean up”, so he decided to excuse himself. He told Gun in a cunning tactic, “Hey Gun, I have somewhere to be. Logan is calling me to help take care of the Workers, so I got to bounce.” Gun raised an eyebrow as he said, “But no one called you.” Goo ignored him as he hopped out of his seat, then began to stretch nonchalantly. As soon as you got back, Goo gave you a last greeting, waving at you before he had to go. “Bye (Y/N), I wish you a goodnight!” Stunned, you stared at him until you said, “Um… w-what was… that…?” Goo laughed, then made his way over to Gun for a brief moment before actually heading out. “Guess you won this one. I’ll send the money to you whenever I feel like it.” Gun glowered at him then said in a strict tone, “You better not forget to send me the damn money.” Goo waved him off in indignation saying, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. See ya.” And eventually, he stormed out of the bar, finally leaving you with Gun alone. When you hopped back onto your seat, you saw that your phone was still on top of the table, as you returned it back into your bag. Reaching over to your drink, you then began to guzzle down from it again. Simultaneously, Gun became annoyed over how you gave DG a bit of your time and attention to him, regardless if it was through text or not. But, as he turned to look at you, he couldn’t stand to see you in such a hammered state, leading him to say, “Don’t you think you’ve had a lot to drink already?” When your eyes made contact with his, you shook your head then said, “Sh-shut up and just… leave me alone…” By watching you bring your drink to your lips, Gun finally had the impulse to snatch your glass out of your hand, making you gasp. He laid down the glass on his left side, enabling you to be unable to reach it from where you were sitting. “H-hey, give it back!” You tried reaching out for it, but Gun had to block you with his arm to try and get you to quit looking for it. “No, that’s enough! Look at you, you’re slurring your words and you could barely keep up with the walking. That’s not going to fool me…” You pummeled your fists onto his arm, yelling at him, “I-I… said… g-give it… b-back… you… Jackass!!!” Gun still wouldn’t budge, watching you hopelessly struggle to retrieve your glass of liquor. Gun shook his head, displaying a look of bother from his face while trying to hold you off, until finally you gave up. “Even when you’re tipsy, you can still be a handful. What a disaster…” Straight away, you reached out to him in a muzzled way, “Gun…” When he heard you call his name, he crossed his arms, looking at you with tired eyes before answering with, “What is it now?” You looked into his eyes, then frowned at him. “Y-you’re such… a… Sh-shit… Head… D-do… you… know… that…?” Gun snarled at your immoderate rudeness. “You’re really pushing it, (Y/N). I’ll allow your insolence for today, since you’re not in your right mind. So, as long as you understand, I won’t tolerate yo-” Instantaneously, without thinking, you grabbed onto his tie then forced his face to come closer to yours until your lips met with his. Gun’s eyes widened in perplexity, unable to wrap his head around what was going on. While still holding onto his tie, you kissed him unknowingly with passion, compelling him to match the pace of your kiss with his. It was as if you were unaware that you got this handsome man under your spell.

Gun eventually became needy, as his hand snaked its way behind your exposed back, pulling you into him to deepen the heated kiss. As his tongue began to assert itself onto yours, the both of you could taste the lingering palate of bourbon, to mix within your mouths. As you and Gun continued to share that intimate make-out session, the two of you didn’t care if all of the other customers around you were staring at the two of you, gasping and watching with shock on their faces. Even your bartender’s mouth was wide open at how surprised he was when he entered back into the bar from the kitchen, holding a tray of clinking champagne bottles. Doing such a heinous act in public was like a sin to them, but for you and Gun, it was like magic. You both couldn’t help but get lost in the moment, when the two of you were already grabbing onto each other in fervor. Automatically, your hand trickled up towards the nape of his neck, running your fingers through his hair. However, you stopped yourself from going any further, pulling your lips back from his as a trail of saliva accumulated from both of your lips due to the feverish exchange that you had with Gun. While twirling his tie around your finger playfully, your eyes locked onto his while whispering, “S-sorry, you were… t-talking… too much. I… j-just couldn’t… resist… sh-shutting you up like that. You were… honestly… s-starting to… piss me off, th-there… Jong Gun Park…” Gun’s pent up sexual frustration was starting to rise from within him. In a hurry, he took out his pocket then threw out a stack of cash on the bar counter for the bartender to come pick it up, before taking your hand in his to guide you out of the bar without saying a word. A worried look appeared on your face, wondering why was Gun in such a hurry.

Gun booked a hotel room for you two from the front desk of Signiel Seoul. Not just because he had alcohol in his system, but because he wanted to spend the night with you and resume what you started at the bar, including what occurred from earlier today back at home. His mind was wrapped around so many conflicting thoughts in his head, that they kept clashing within him like a bunch of rocks crumbling against each other during a landslide. He believed that tonight would be the night that he’ll determine where you two both stand in this little game of yours that you’ve sparked inside of him. Meanwhile, as you followed him with your hands still linked to his, your head couldn’t properly process what was happening at this very moment. Your head was spinning and you felt your body was starting to react to the alcohol that’s flowing in your bloodstream. You called out to him in a plea, “Gun, w-where… are we going…? And s-slow down… I can’t… k-keep up!” Gun’s grip on your hand grew tighter as he responded with, “Just shut up and keep walking, we’re almost there.”

At last, Gun stopped right in front of the door to the authorized room. He took out the card key from within his pocket then held it up to the automatic sensor. Once Gun heard the beep followed by the clicking sound of it being unlocked, he twisted the latch of the door then opened it. He released your hand since he had to hold the door out for you. Walking in cautiously, the lights of the room automatically turned on right when you stepped into the room. Your eyes took in the view of the whole entire room, in which your jaw dropped at how humongous this place was. Gun permitted you to explore for a bit, knowing that your childishness would get the best of you when it comes to places such as these. As he gently closed the door behind him, he followed you from behind during your zooms of excitement. Burst of energy surged right through you as you visited each room, ignoring the drunken feeling of dizziness inside you and the pain from your heels from walking throughout the night. While running around the whole entire space, you first passed through the living room with its gigantic windows, white modern couches, and its wide flatscreen TV. Next, you sped towards the dining area where a fancy outstretched table stood there with low leather silver seats surrounding its center and more windows displayed the view from outside. After that, you dashed towards the bathroom to peek inside it from outside the doorframe, and you were absolutely speechless. You’ve never seen such a big bathroom in person before, with its round granite bathtub on the side, it’s silver chromatic shower across from it, and its bronze vanity station positioned right near the huge windows overlooking the scenery outside. You decided to leave the sightseeing to the final room, which was the bedroom. Alas, while making your way to the final room, your eyes widened at such a pretty sight to behold. The bedroom definitely fit the rest of the interior with its modernized design and its sophisticated color scheme. Its bedside lamps were dimmed, which created this soft and relaxed mood. The whole room captured your attention, especially the scenery from the window, inducing the objective to rush towards it. From below, you got the whole panorama of the city below you, including the entirety of the Han River extending out into the distance. The cityscape was glorious, with its twinkling city lights and its metropolis landscape that never cease to amaze you. While you placed both of your hands on the window, you energetically jumped at the sight of it all, as if your sluggishness suddenly disappeared for that very mild period of sprinting. While going crazy over the view, you hysterically laughed at how impressed you were by the cityscape from such a high elevation. “WAHHH, TH-THIS IS… AMAZING! SO P-PRETTY!!! I CAN… SEE EVERYTHING… FROM UP HERE! AHAHAHA, THOSE P-PEOPLE… OVER THERE… LOOK L-LIKE ITTY… BITTY ANTS! HEY GUN, Y-YOU SHOULD… COME CHECK THIS OUT! THE VIEW IS AMA-”

Without warning, Gun took your wrist from behind you, and turned you around to face him. His body was now pressed against yours, as he slammed both of his forearms onto the sturdy glass window from behind you, forcing you to lean against the window. Both of your sides left no openings for escape, in order to cage you within his close proximity. Your eyes made contact with his Ultra-Instinct eyes, that are now exposed from the glasses that would normally hide those captivating eyes of his. Surveying the wide and lavish room around you, you spot his glasses sitting on top of a bedside table near the bed. Now noticing the actual features within the room, there was a huge mirror facing the right side of the big silver double sized bed, which stood as the sliding doors to the closet. There was even a cushioned bench that was parallel from the bed, standing in front of it. Gun observed your eyes as they eyeballed the room, resulting in him to demanding you to, “Look at me.” In an instant, your eyes were drawn back to his once more, with your heart pattering like it’s about to burst any minute, making your ears ring and your face starting to burn up. Awaiting what Gun has to say, he finally continued to speak. “Are you even aware of what you do to me? In all honestly, it frustrates me to even think about how much influence you have over me. You’re annoying, stubborn, and you can be stupid at times…” He leaned in close to your neck, suddenly pressing his lips against your smooth skin, causing you to lightly moan every time his lips go down on your neck to your collarbone. With that deep enticing voice of his, he resumed. “But you know what pisses me off the most? It’s when certain bastards don’t know what’s MINE…” Promptly, he sank his lips onto your collarbone, then started sucking on that spot harshly. His left arm surrounded your waist to hold onto you firmly, as his right arm coiled around you until they reached your back. His fingers trailed down your exposed skin sensually, emitting very erotic moans to escape through those pretty lips of yours. When his hand identified the strap that was connected to your dress, he unhooked it from behind you while he upheld the position of his lips on your neck. Along with the feeling of his soft hair brushing against your cheek, and the sharp painful sensation of his teeth digging into your skin from sucking too hard, made your body heat up more and your hands to extend and hold onto his shoulders, trying to maintain your sense of balance from falling. Your head started to spin even more, and you weren’t sure why. Was it the pain and pleasure mixed in with the alcohol in your system? This feeling wasn’t able to be debunked at all, especially not during this time when Gun was in control. The stinging sensation of the mark that he was still trying to carve onto your skin, made you cry out, “Gun! It h-hurts… s-stop it!” You tried pushing him away with your hands now on his chest, but his strength was overpowering yours. It was like Gun’s body had a mind of its own. Constricting his arms more forcefully around you with his mouth burying itself onto your neck desperately, it was like he was trying to paint a picture of ownership onto your body. When he pulled his head back, he marveled at the sight of a very noticeable purple hickey that was molded onto your collarbone. In a hushed tone, he unraveled his right arm around you, feeling that bruise lightly with his thumb saying, “Beautiful…” You stared up at him, not knowing what to even say in this situation. Mentally with what little consciousness you had, you were confused and angry, like you were left in the dark to even know what’s REALLY been going on in that crazy head of his. But physically, your body says otherwise. Its temperature began to rise exponentially which was included into the alcohol’s effect, and you were starting to get aroused from just the feeling of Gun’s touch a moment ago.

Conflicted and frustrated with yourself, you felt that your body had betrayed you over someone who was actually a womanizer, such as himself. Your eyes burned onto his with equivocal hate, which made him smirk at the sight of you looking at him like that. “What? You didn’t like it? But you were moaning not too long ago. Just let your body and mind be honest with me…” Gun came in for another time, as his lips collided with yours. This time, he took the lead. During the kiss, you felt his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth, lightly biting onto your tongue then sucked on it just to tease you. His right hand then felt around for your bra strap, as he unlatched it. Both of his hands then grabbed onto both your dress and your bra’s shoulder straps through the dress. With a strong pull from both sides, your bra and dress glided off of you so swiftly, as he made them fall onto the floor, right where your ankles were. His hands then made contact with your soft and suckle breasts, massaging and twirling the flat ends of his thumbs on your nipples, causing them to erect into peaks. You reacted by moaning into the sloppy kiss that you were having with Gun, in which he continued to play with your body. His mischievous hands occupied themselves as one of his hands shoved itself down your panties then began to caress your wet folds from underneath, making your whimpers more audible than before. On the other hand, he still kept his greedy touch on one of your plump breasts, as he began to pinch your nipples, which caused you to yelp in pleasure. Your moans were uncontrollable, as you let Gun experiment with your body. The feeling of this heat and pleasure that has now taken over your body made you let go of the previous thoughts that you’ve had towards him. Gun realized that you weren’t being rebellious anymore, as your eyes were now at ease and filled with bliss. He didn’t want you to release just yet, as he removed both of his hands off from your body, leaving you panting, barely able to stand still in your heels. While taking a few steps back, he said in a very assertive tone, “Strip for me (Y/N), and keep the heels on. That’s an order.”

In a clouded reverie, you nodded and obeyed his every word. Gun’s eyes focused on you, watching you hesitantly slide your own underwear down then tossed it off to the side, along with your dress and your bra that was on the floor. The same with him. One by one, Gun removed every layer of clothing that he had on him. His hands went for his coat first, as he tossed it onto the ground. Next, his expensive Dior suit that he carefully had to undress from himself. Afterwards, you watched him grab onto his tie to slide it off from his neck, in such a tantalizing way that it made you blush from how strikingly handsome he looked. Then, he unbuttoned his long-sleeved buttoned white polo shirt, revealing his scarred chest, shredded abs, and his bulky arms with fascinating arm tattoos. The thumping of your heart became louder and clearer in your ears, envisioning what he’s about to reveal next. Now, it is time to unravel the main package. Gun unbuckled his belt in a provocative manner, while keeping his hungry eyes on you. Unzipping his pants, he let them drop to the floor, before untangling himself from them and throwing them over his head. It is finally down to his briefs. “I’ve been meaning to do this with you earlier. And now…” He slid his briefs off, exposing his stiff yet girthy member before you. The sight of his whole veiny length made you reminisce what Gun was actually capable of in bed, making you gulp from the sudden sense of danger nearing. “I won’t let you sleep tonight. I’ll give you such unimaginable pleasure, that you’ll only be thinking of me…” Slowly, he advanced towards you with carnal desire shrouded over his eyes. His focus on you was so intense, that it made your legs shake at how domineering this man was. When he stopped right in front of you, he grabbed onto your chin and tilted your head up towards him, requiring you to gaze into his lustful eyes.

“Turn around, (Y/N). Don’t make me say it twice.”

[End of Ch. X]

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