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ellewritesx · 2 months ago

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(part two of the sugar, baby series)

Summary: Before he can break you in, he needs to know exactly where you break.

Warnings: sugardaddy arrangement, fingering, oral (f!receiving), use of vibrator, mention of handcuffs, blindfolding, a panic attack, repeated use of safe words, a ton of ''good girl'' (oops), dom!Harry, it just gets kind of intense guys

A/N: i had so much fun writing this and i've got sooo much still in store for the series! i have no idea how this ended up being almost 5k words cause it feels shorter than anything else i've written but yk what i'll take it. let me know if you like this x

Word Count: 4,870

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The morning after that first night with Harry, you wake up to the shrill buzz of your phone, a new notification lighting up the cracked screen. Bleary-eyed, you swipe it open and freeze. Your stomach drops. You blink once. Twice. But the number doesn't change.

Ten thousand dollars.

Deposited directly into your checking account at six o'clock in the morning. For a moment, all you can do is sit there, fingers trembling slightly where they clutch the device, heart hammering against your ribs like it's trying to punch its way free. It feels unreal, like a glitch in the system, like some impossibly generous mistake you should scramble to correct.

Before you can spiral too far, another notification rolls in.

Harry: For your trouble. Don't get any ideas, it won't always be this generous.

You don't know if he's joking.

Still in your pajamas, still half-numb, you stumble over to the kitchen table and open your laptop. In a daze, you pay off two months' rent in advance. Clear the electricity bill that's been relentlessly stacking up with threatening red letters. Kill the last of your credit card debt, the looming, gnawing anxiety that's been a permanent fixture in your life for as long as you can remember. With one click, it all vanishes. Just like that. You release a breath you didn't know you were holding.

You sit back in the wobbly wooden chair and stare at the zeros. No debts to pay off. Rent covered for months. You blink slowly, feeling weightless and heavy all at once.

You should cry. You'd expected you would. But no tears come. Only a heavy, eerie kind of calm. Like you were standing on the edge of something vast and bottomless and have just taken your first step backwards, away from the deep end.

Later that afternoon, your phone pings again.

Harry: Quit the fucking cafe. Waste of time.

You stare at the message, thumb hovering over the screen. It would be so easy. To type out a resignation email, walk out of that dingy little shop with its sticky counters and fluorescent lights that make your head ache, and never look back. To let Harry sweep you up and off your feet and stay at home, maybe pursue a hobby.

But you don't. You type out a short, almost defiant reply. Can't. I like it.

You don't explain that working keeps you tethered to yourself. That hard work isn't just something you do; it's part of who you are. You've never had anything handed to you before. You've worked for every scrap, every small victory, every breath of air above water. Walking away from that would feel too much like walking away from yourself, even if a selfish, aching part of you wants to.

You wonder if your answer will piss him off. You wonder why a wicked little part of you wants it to.

When he doesn't reply, you expect to be iced out. Canceled. Game over before it even begins. It makes your stomach churn in fear. But the next day, after a particularly exhausting shift, a message comes through, curt and demanding:

Harry: Come to mine tonight. 9PM. Need to finalize terms.

His tone is sharp and professional, but something about it makes a subtle anticipation bloom between your legs anyway. You spend an hour picking out an outfit, second-guessing yourself the whole time. In the end, you settle on something simple. Comfortable, but soft. Easy to take off. You tell yourself it's practicality, but the fluttering in your stomach calls you a liar.

You take the bus to his place, cringing at the cost of a ticket until you remember that you've got more than enough money now. Hell, you could've ordered a limousine if you'd liked.

You never visit this part of the city. The people here wear designer sunglasses that cost more than a year's worth of your salary (besides, what's the point of wearing sunglasses when it's nearly pitch-black outside?), peering over them at you like they can sense that you're not like them. That you don't belong here.

When you knock on his door, Harry answers immediately, like he's been standing just behind it, waiting. His lingers in the doorway, broad shoulders framed in a loose black hoodie, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his curls damp like he's just stepped out of the shower. The faint smell of vanilla and mint clings to his skin, warm and heady in the cool night air.

He leans against the doorframe, appraising you silently for a moment with those unreadable green eyes, and something tightens inside your chest. You wonder if he notices the dark circles under your eyes you've tried covering up, exhaustion having clawed its way into your skin, unrelenting. You wonder if he resents it, a reminder that you aren't fully his yet. That you still belong, even a little, to a life outside of what he's trying to build around you.

''Come in,'' he says finally, voice low and gravelly. It's not a request.

You step inside, heart hammering.

"You're late," he says without looking at you, voice dry, turning his back on you and walking back into the apartment like he already knows you'll follow.

Your breath stutters. "Five minutes."

He only shrugs, like it doesn't matter, like you don't matter, and maybe you don't, but something in the way he leaves the door open, wide and waiting, soothes the sting a little. An invitation, even if it's a sharp-edged one.

The apartment smells like expensive cologne and the faintest trace of smoke, like he aired it out but not quite enough. The lighting is low, casting long, moody shadows across the heavy furniture: sleek, cold, and obscenely rich. Dark leather sofas. A steel-and-glass coffee table. No rugs, no paintings, no photos. No personal touches at all. You take a few cautious steps inside, pulse thrumming, letting your eyes roam while he moves into the kitchen.

The place feels like a model home. It's sterile. Hollow. Like a space meant to impress but never to be lived in. There are no family portraits, no framed snapshots of drunken nights with friends, no messy piles of mail or keys on the counters. Just the necessities. Barely even that. You wonder what kind of person chooses to live like this. You wonder if he even notices the loneliness curling in the corners of the room, or if he's too used to it by now to care.

You hear the clink of glass behind you; Harry fixing himself a drink. Something amber and expensive sloshes into a crystal tumbler. Without asking, he pours a second drink, slightly lighter, and sets it down on the counter with a muted tap.

Decided for you, like everything else. You take a small sip. It's good. He knows you better than you think.

When he finally turns back to face you, he's cradling his drink lazily in one hand, the other tucked into the pocket of his sweatpants. He cocks his head, surveying you like you're something he's bought and isn't quite sure he's satisfied with yet.

"Clothes off,'' he orders without ceremony, without even offering the barest pretense of conversation or kindness.

You blink, caught off-guard by the bluntness of it, the complete lack of foreplay, not sexual, but social. No small talk. No polite lies to smooth the way. Just a command.

Your fingers twitch at your sides, the blood in your veins boiling unpleasantly with offense. It's not like you didn't know what this was (you agreed to it, after all), but still, something about the way he dismisses any human interaction and social norms you're used to stings a little more than you're prepared for. Like you're less a person, more an object now. A thing he's purchased fair and square, and can use however he sees fit.

For a split second, you hesitate. The frown that flickers across your face is small, barely there, but it flashes quick and instinctive before you can school your features.

And Harry sees it. Of course he does. His eyes sharpen, a glint of something unreadable flickering behind the casual facade. He lifts the tumbler to his mouth, sips slowly, never breaking eye contact.

But he doesn't apologize. Doesn't explain himself. Doesn't soften the command. He just lets the silence stretch, heavy and deliberate, until the only thing you can hear is the faint hum of the busy bustling outside and the sound of your own breathing.

Still, something shifts almost imperceptibly in the air between you. Like he's offering you a choice, even if it's silent. Testing you. Waiting to see if you'll push back or fold.

Your fingers reluctantly move to the zipper of your dress, fumbling slightly. The fabric feels heavier than it should, thick and stubborn under your touch. Your cheeks flame with heat as you let it pool around your ankles, the air cool against your bare skin. You don't dare meet his eyes. Your panties come next, sliding down your legs in a slow, humiliating crawl.

You stand there, naked and flushed, heart jackhammering, feeling less like a goddess offered up on a velvet throne and more like a product left bare on a shelf for inspection.

Harry finishes his drink in one long swallow, sets the glass down with a sharp clink. Then he moves, slow, deliberate, until he's standing right in front of you, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. Two fingers tilt your chin up until your gaze locks with his.

"Color?" he asks quietly, almost gently, surprising you.

The simple question unravels something in you. You swallow hard. "Green," you whisper, the word catching slightly in your throat.

His mouth curves, not a smile, exactly, but something close. Satisfaction. Approval. Good girl.

You don't know if you're trembling from the cold or from the way he's looking at you like a man starved.

"On the bed," he orders, voice lowering, rougher this time.

You hesitantly walk toward the bed, your nerves buzzing like an electric current, your skin prickling under his watchful gaze. He follows behind at a leisurely pace, his steps deliberate, as though he owns every inch of the space between you two.

When you sit, knees pressed together tightly, a nervous instinct, you can feel his eyes on you, sharp and calculating. He doesn't say a word, but his stare is almost suffocating, like he's dissecting every tiny twitch of your body. You think you're hiding it, the tension coiling in your gut, the sharp breath you can't quite control, but Harry notices. He always notices.

"Spread."

You hesitate, just for a second, but that's enough. A flicker of amusement passes over his features, the kind that tightens your chest even more. You obey, reluctantly, the cool sheets beneath you feeling too uncomfortable, too foreign, your breath stuttering as you do what he says. He slowly kneels before you, like he's got all the time in the world, his hand casually holding something you hadn't even seen him grab: a slim, black vibrator, sleek and intimidating.

Your stomach flips. You open your mouth, but the words get stuck somewhere between wanting to beg him to stop and wanting to prove yourself.

"We're gonna test your limits," he says simply, his tone darker, more serious now. "Gotta know what you like. What you don't."

You swallow. "I thought we were... going to talk about the arrangement. Finalize the terms?"

He smirks, slow and cruel. "We are, baby. This is part of it."

Your heart races as he rolls the vibrator between his fingers, eyes glinting as he examines you. He's studying your every reaction, every subtle change in your body language.

You shift uncomfortably. Your hands are trembling, but you try to control it. You're not good at this, not good at admitting when you're not okay, not good at showing your hesitance.

The vibrator hums to life with a quiet buzz, low at first. He starts slow, teasing the inside of your thighs, moving closer to your hips, barely brushing against where you need him. Your body clenches, straining towards it instinctively. He watches you, eyes focused, reading every tiny twitch in your expression, every sharp intake of breath, every subtle, desperate movement of your body.

"No lying," he says, voice serious now. "I'll know."

You nod shakily.

His fingers hover near your skin, just enough to make you ache for his touch, but not enough to relieve the pressure building inside you.

"Beg."

"Please," you whisper, barely audible.

"Please, what?"

"Please touch me."

His smile deepens, satisfied, and he presses the vibrator firmly against your clit. Your hips jerk violently at the sensation. You need more, so much more, but it's too much at the same time. Your body can't decide what it wants.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and guttural.

He keeps the vibrations steady at first, gentle pulses that send waves of heat and discomfort through your body, your breath ragged, eyes shut tight. But then he turns it up, gradually increasing the intensity, and you feel like you're losing your mind.

Your body is already sensitive, already overstimulated from a long day at work dealing with insufferable customers, and the more he pushes, the more your thoughts scatter.

When the toy brushes lower, teasing your entrance, your body tightens reflexively. You flinch. You can't help it. The discomfort, the anxiety, it all hits at once.

He immediately pulls back, eyes narrowing as he watches you, still calm, still in control.

Your breath is shallow, your chest rising and falling too quickly, too erratically. You're embarrassed. This is not the reaction he was hoping for. He's watching you, scrutinizing you.

"That's a no, then?" he asks, voice still cool, but there's a hint of something else, a hint of curiosity.

You blink quickly, nodding hesitantly as you try to steady your breathing. Your chest is tight. Your hands are still fisted in the sheets, trying to ground yourself, but it's hard.

He clicks the vibrator off, the absence of the buzzing almost as deafening as the silence between you. He moves up the bed toward you, his gaze softening just a little, but the dominance in his posture remains.

"You should tell me when you don't like something," he tells you, voice low, almost like he's lecturing you, but there's no harshness in it. ''It's not my job to guess what you want. You've gotta speak up when things aren't okay."

Your throat tightens. "I didn't want to... disappoint you."

He laughs softly, not unkind but with an edge of exasperation. ''You're not a fucking robot, baby. Don't play me for one. I'm not paying for you to pretend.''

His bluntness cuts through the shame, leaving you raw, exposed.

"Let's continue," he announces, the smirk tugging at his lips. You nod, dazed, unable to think clearly.

He presses his lips to your neck, nipping at the skin with sharp little bites, and you gasp, your whole body reacting to him.

He doesn't give you time to recover before his hand disappears under the bed, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. The cold metal glints in the dim light, and your stomach plummets, dread pooling at the pit of your stomach. Your eyes flick to the cuffs, to him, to the way he's watching you, waiting. You don't want to seem weak. But the panic is rising, bubbling just under the surface.

He sees it. That flicker of fear. And to your shock, he tosses the cuffs aside without a second thought.

"No?" he says, arching a brow, the coolness of his voice making your heart beat faster. ''That's alright.''

You don't know whether you're relieved or disappointed. But you're grateful, more than anything, that he noticed. That he cared.

He shifts you, gently but firmly, positioning you on your stomach, ass up. He pins your hands behind your back, his grip firm but not painful, his fingers like iron. You can't move, can't escape, but it doesn't feel like punishment.

"This," he mutters, low and dark with satisfaction, his voice laced with something rough and possessive. "This I know you like."

You can't help the soft whimper that escapes your lips as his body presses against yours, grinding slow and punishing, drawing out each movement. Your mind starts to unravel as he moves over you, your body arching into him automatically, desperate for more.

Harry's hands let go of your hands and stroke slow along your arms, down your sides, grounding you in the bed's soft sheets. His touch is almost tender, but his voice stays steady, purposeful, like he's still holding back, still working toward something darker.

''Wanna try something,'' he mutters, his mouth brushing over your ear. ''Think you can handle that, baby?''

You hesitate, heart jumping a little too fast in your chest. But you nod, eager to please, eager not to disappoint him, even if there's a pit opening up inside your gut.

He notices the slight delay in your answer, a flash of reassurance passing over his face before he pushes up from the bed and retrieves something from one of the drawers in the nighstand beside his bed: a long strip of black silk. Smooth, intimidating.

You tell yourself you're fine. You tell yourself you can handle it.

He straddles your hips, pinning you lightly to the mattress with the weight of his body, and your breath catches when he brings the silk to your face, letting it ghost across your cheeks. He watches you, studying every twitch of discomfort, every tiny tremble of your lips, but when you don't say anything, he smiles, slow and satisfied.

"Good girl," he breathes, tying the blindfold tight around your eyes.

Darkness falls immediately. Your world narrows to the sound of your breathing, too loud in your ears, and the rough scrape of Harry's sweatpants against your bare skin.

You feel his hand trail down your side, but you can't see it coming, can't prepare for the way it jolts through your body, can't anticipate where he'll touch next. The loss of control makes your heart hammer faster, panic starting to simmer under the surface.

It's fine. It's fine.

Except it's not.

You can't see him. You can't read him. You can't breathe.

The air in the room feels too thick, too heavy. Your chest tightens, your hands gripping at the sheets helplessly, your body locking up beneath him. You try to stay quiet, you try not to ruin it, but your breathing gives you away, short, ragged little gasps that stutter out of you uncontrollably. The harder you try to stop it, the worse it gets.

At first, Harry doesn't notice. His hands are moving, teasing, rough and unrelenting, dragging noises out of your mouth you don't even recognize. But when you whimper softly, not in pleasure, but in fear, you feel him freeze above you. His body goes stiff. You realize, even through the roaring of your rapid heartbeat in your ears, that he's gone completely silent.

''Take the blindfold off,'' he commands sharply.

You struggle to move, shakily reaching up, but he swats your hands away and rips it off himself, tossing the silk onto the floor. His face is right there, inches from yours, his brow furrowed, his mouth drawn into a hard line.

''What the fuck do you think you're doing?'' he demands, voice low and cold and furious.

You flinch, shrinking down into the bed, heat flooding your cheeks in shame. You don't know what to say. You don't know how to fix it.

He sees the panic still written all over you, the way your hands are still trembling, the way you're practically vibrating with anxiety. His mouth curves into something crueler, something sharper, the fire of burning frustration clear in his eyes.

He's disappointed. You've responded poorly to nearly everything he's into. You bet he's offended. You bet he regrets picking you.

"You think I'm mad you're uncomfortable?" he growls, voice harsh enough to make your stomach drop, like he knows exactly what you were thinking and he doesn't like it. "I'm not mad you didn't like it. I'm mad you didn't fucking say so."

Your throat closes up, tears stinging behind your eyes, but Harry doesn't let up. He grabs your chin roughly in his hand, forcing your gaze up to meet his.

''You have a mouth. Use it. I'm very fucking strict about my safe words. You hear me?''

You nod quickly, shame burning through you, but it's not enough for him. Not nearly enough. He sits back on his heels, looming over you, voice cool and clinical like he's disciplining a disobedient pet.

"You're gonna sit there and answer me properly," he says, voice sharp enough to cut. "And you're gonna think about what you say. Understand?"

You nod, small and desperate.

"Use your fucking words."

"Yes, Harry."

"Good," he mutters, eyes narrowing.

He leans in a little, his hand wrapping around your throat, not squeezing, just holding. His thumb strokes lazily over your pulse, feeling it race.

"What do you say," he begins, voice low, "if I've got my hand around your throat... just like this... and I'm fucking you slow, deep, making you feel so full you think you're gonna split apart... and it feels good, but my pace is leaving bruises? Hm?"

You blink up at him, breathing shaky. "Yellow." Slow down.

His mouth twitches, the ghost of a smile. "Good girl."

"What do you say if I'm making you suck me off, not letting you breathe, holding your head down, spit and tears dripping off your chin, and it starts feeling like too much at once?"

You shiver, heat flooding through your body at the image, even as shame creeps higher up your throat. "Yellow," you whisper.

"Louder."

"Yellow, Harry."

He nods, satisfied, squeezing your jaw in his hand.

"And what if I decide to cuff you to the bed," he murmurs, "and leave you there for hours. Touch you, tease you, never let you come. What then, hm? What if you realize you fucking hate it?"

Your breath stutters. "Red." Stop.

"Say it like you mean it."

"Red!"

"Good girl."

He shifts closer, his knees spreading your legs wider, his hand sliding dangerously low along your stomach, stopping just before your core.

"What if," he growls, "I'm slapping your clit, making you sob for it, and you're struggling to breathe?"

You flush so hard your vision blurs.

"Yellow," you stammer.

"Good girl," he praises darkly, the words sliding over your skin like a brand. "Now, what if I'm spanking you... so hard you can't tell if you love it or hate it... and you panic? What do you say?"

"Red!"

"And if you want to fucking leave?"

"Red, Harry, red!"

He pulls back finally, still watching you, chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths.

"You don't ever sit there like a dumb little doll and hope I notice," he says, voice cold and cutting. "If you feel it, anything, you say it. If you even think about feeling it, you say it. Got it?"

"Yes, Harry," you breathe.

His hand cups your cheek roughly, thumb pressing into the corner of your mouth until you open obediently for him. His face softens, barely, the smallest flicker of reassurance in his gaze.

"Good girl," he mutters. "That's better."

He doesn't touch you right away, just sits there, watching you through hooded eyes, the heat of his body wrapping around you like a heavy blanket. Your chest is still heaving, nerves buzzing just under your skin, but you force yourself to stay still, to breathe. You've earned that tiny nod of approval, the glint of something warmer in his expression. You don't want to lose it now.

"Lie back," he says finally, voice low but not sharp anymore. You obey immediately, heart hammering, limbs trembling a little with the aftershocks of your panic and the brutal interrogation that followed. But he doesn't punish you for it. He doesn't mock you or push. Instead, his hands slide over your thighs, slow and steady, coaxing them apart with a patience that makes your breath hitch.

The first touch of his fingers is almost unbearably gentle, just the barest ghost of contact over your folds, tracing the wetness there like he's reacquainting himself with you. His thumb brushes your clit so lightly you barely feel it, and a broken sound escapes your throat.

"Shh," he murmurs, voice soothing. "We go slow. Yeah?"

You nod, desperate to be good, to show him you can handle it, and he rewards you by pressing a little more firmly, circling your clit in those slow, devastating spirals that make your hips twitch off the bed. His free hand anchors your thigh down, keeping you open, keeping you grounded.

He works you open with maddening care, two fingers sliding in eventually, curling shallowly inside you, his palm keeping constant pressure against your clit. Every movement feels deliberate, measured, for you, not for him. There's none of the bruising pace from before, none of the overwhelming force. Just the steady building of heat, the way your body starts to bloom under his touch.

At one point, you feel his mouth replace his hand, the scrape of his stubble against your inner thigh, the warm flick of his tongue over your clit making you whimper. He's thorough, almost clinical about it, not showy or indulgent, just focused, relentless, coaxing you higher and higher until your body locks up, shuddering through a release so gentle it almost feels like floating. He licks you through it, slow and steady, until you're gasping and twitching under him, pushing weakly at his shoulder.

He pulls back then, finally, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and looks at you, really looks at you, like he's checking that you're still whole.

"You did good," he says quietly as your eyes flutter closed. You feel the mattress shift when he gets up.

You barely register him moving around the room, but when you blink open your heavy eyes, there's a cold bottle of water being pressed into your hand. You clutch it gratefully, gulping it down while he disappears into the ensuite. A few minutes later, he comes back, tosses a towel onto the bed without a word, and jerks his chin toward the open bathroom door.

"Shower's yours."

You stumble toward it on shaky legs, grateful for the excuse to hide your face. His bathroom is ridiculously luxurious, heated floors, fluffy towels, expensive soaps that smell like cedarwood and spice. You take your time, letting the water wash away the sticky remnants of your anxiety, trying to piece yourself back together.

When you return to the bedroom, he's already under the covers, scrolling lazily through his phone like he hasn't just shattered you and stitched you back together in the same hour.

You hesitate for a moment, but he flicks the blanket up wordlessly, making room for you. Your heart swells a little, and you slip in beside him, careful not to touch him unless he invites it.

For a long moment, there's only the soft sounds coming from his phone, the quiet hum of the city outside his window.

But you can't help yourself. The questions bubble up, tentative and trembling, before you can think better of it.

"Harry?" you whisper.

"Hm?"

You pick at the edge of the blanket, voice barely audible. "Are you... seeing other people?"

He doesn't look at you. Just scrolls once more, then locks his phone and sets it on the nightstand. He turns his head toward you.

"No, baby," he says simply. "I told you this arrangement is exclusive. You're the only one."

Your breath catches.

"And... and how often would I... I mean, how often would you want to... see me?"

"Couple times a week. More, if you're okay with that."

"And... the payment?"

He smirks slightly. "We'll work that out. Money. Gifts. You can have whatever you like."

You chew your lip, heart pounding. "And if I... if there's something I can't do? Or I... I can't—"

"You say no," he interrupts bluntly. His voice is firm, leaving no room for misinterpretation. "You use your fucking words. I don't want your obedience unless you're giving it to me freely. Understand?"

You nod quickly, throat tight.

He watches you for a long moment, something shifting in his expression, almost imperceptible. And then, so quietly you almost miss it, he says:

"Don't like when people fake things with me. Had enough of that for a lifetime."

Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest. You don't know the story behind those words. But you know it's not a conversation you're meant to push. Not tonight.

So you just murmur a soft "Okay", and burrow a little closer under the covers.

He doesn't touch you. But he stays close, close enough that the heat of him soaks into your skin, close enough that when you finally drift off, you swear you feel the edge of his pinky finger brush against yours, the smallest, secret tether.

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entitled-fangirl · 10 months ago

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A good father.

Gwayne Hightower x wife!reader

Summary: fatherhood is different than what Gwayne expected. Daeron worries that it will be the same as Otto and Gwayne's relationship.

A/n: so I saw that this was the most voted for the poll so far, so I just decided to write it today! Surprise!

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Otto Hightower had returned to Old Town only days ago, and things could not have been more awkward.

Well, not for Gwayne.

That cocky little shit just said everything that came to mind.

It seemed he liked to battle his father.

…

"Daeron?" Her soft voice came over the yard.

Young Daeron sat in the garden of Old Town, a frown upon his face. But at the sound of her voice, he turned and his eyes brightened.

Y/n Hightower slowly walked to him. Five months had passed and finally, she was beginning to show the child that was growing inside her. And she seemed to glow all the more for it.

Daeron moved to the side of make room for her on the bench, as well as hold his hand out to her to help her sit.

"Something is bothering you." She stated and pushed his blonde hair behind his ear.

He shook his head. "It's nothing."

"Daeron," she tried again softly.

She had a way with him. She never had to raise her voice to get her way, for everyone that heard the meek tone of her voice still listened and obeyed.

"It's Grandsire," Daemon explained. "More… it's the constant bickering."

She nodded, running a hand through his hair affectionately. "Gwayne and his father have never seen eye to eye, not since Alicent became queen. They are just two very different men."

"Is that how all fathers and sons talk?"

She pulled his chin up to make his eyes meet hers, "No. Not all fathers and sons speak in ill regard of one another."

"What if he does it to his own son?"

Her brows furrowed, "What?"

"What if Gwayne speaks like that to the babe?"

She just realized how his eyes glazed over with tears. "Oh, sweet boy." She pulled him to her. "Gwayne is a man with a temper, but he would not do that. There is a barrier between Gwayne and his father. One that cannot be fixed now, and only because of that do they fight."

Daeron considered her words for a while, "So, because there is no barrier with the babe-"

"-Gwayne will love this child with his entire being, I promise you."

She held him for a while, promising to talk to her husband about it later.

…

"Might I speak with you?" Her voice echoed out.

Gwayne turned slowly, his face lighting up at her sudden appearance. "You and I both know that you may."

A soft smile came to her lips as she walked to him, "I've missed you as of late."

His head tilted, "I've been here."

She rested her hands on his chest, "Yes, but your mind has been elsewhere."

One of his hands moved to her swollen stomach, "Very much so. My father has been occupying my attention." He scoffed thinking about it, "He's a foolish man."

Her hands rubbed soothingly across his chest. "Even now, you only think of him." She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder, "Don't neglect your wife and future child to argue with your father."

He let out a soft sigh as her words broke his angered facade. "Forgive me."

"No." She leaned against him. "You need to apologize to Daeron."

"Daeron?" He asked in surprise. "Why Daeron?"

"He's worried for you. Well… for the child."

His eyes moved to her to stomach. "I don't understand. He has no reason to worry."

"He's seen the way you bicker with your father."

His hand rubbed up and down, "I'm still rather confused. What does my relationship with my father have to do with the child? Are you alright? Is the babe alright?"

She placed her hand over his, "I am fine."

He tilted his head in worry, "You're sure?"

"I am. Daeron is frightened that you'll speak to our child the way your father speaks to you."

A worried look came over his face, "I would never."

"I know that."

"I did not realize he noticed that."

"I told him I'd speak to you to reassure his worries."

He nodded and looked to her face. "Let me talk to him."

She nodded, "Alright. He should still be outdoors."

Gwayne placed a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'll go now. Wait for me?"

She hummed a questioning noise, "What? Why?"

He grinned, "I want to make up for lost time when I return."

A blush came to her cheeks, "Do make it quick then."

He smoothed down her hair, "I shall."

…

"Come here, nephew."

Daeron looked up and saw his uncle. He stood and smoothed out his shirt. "Yes, uncle?"

He ruffled the boy's hair and smirked, "I've been told that you're worried about something."

A guilty look crossed the boy's face, "Aunt Y/n told you that?"

"She did. But I want to hear it from you." He pointed to the bench, "Sit." Gwayne sat next to him. "I understand that you worry about the way your grandsire and I speak to one another."

Daeron nodded, "You fight often."

"We do." He wanted to fully explain it all, but his nephew was still a child. "We do not… agree often. That is all."

"You and Aunt Y/n disagree often," he pointed out.

He realized the direction that the boy was going, and was earnestly trying to make him see his side. "I'd never speak negatively to that woman."

"But why is that different to Grandsire?"

"Well, I love my wife," he said immediately.

Daeron's eyes watered, "Do you not love Grandsire?"

"I…" he looked away in thought. "He is my father. Do you love your father, Daeron?"

"I believe I do," he answered. "But I do not know. I've lived here for almost my whole life. I don't know father well at all."

"May I tell you a secret? I do not know my father at all, either." Gwayne leaned back against the bench. "My father has always been in King's Landing with your father. Seems we're the same."

Daeron nodded, "I didn't… I didn't think about that."

Gwayne put a hand on Daeron's shoulder, "I will always stay by the babe's side. I will not part from my family."

The boy relaxed at that. He stared in thought, something clearly bothering him. "What is my mother like?"

Gwayne frowned, "W…What?"

"The queen. What is she like? Surely you know."

"Why not ask your Grandsire?"

"I don't know him well enough. I try to avoid him in all honestly. Is that wrong of me?"

Gwayne considered the thought. "I don't think so. I was very frustrated to see him return too."

The Targaryen prince stared up at his uncle, "Did he treat his wife poorly?"

Gwayne felt a smile come to his face at the mention of his mother. "No. No, he loved her very dearly, as I love my wife." He looked out over the garden. "And Alicent is much like your grandmother. Very headstrong but very kind, and as fiery as the Hightower hair. Or, at least… I think she is. She was." He turned to look at Daeron, "Do you wish to visit your mother at some point?"

"No. I'm content here."

"Are you?" A soft voice interrupted.

Y/n approached the two, a slight waddle to her step due to her condition.

Gwayne stood up and held his arms out to her. When she was close enough, he helped her sit on the bench.

She still looked to Daeron. "You're happy here?"

He nodded.

"I'm very glad," she smiled.

Gwayne knelt in front of the boy, "I promise to you that I will love my child unconditionally. Now, I want you to stop worrying. Will you do that?"

Daeron nodded again.

Y/n reached up to smooth the boy's hair, "And you'll still be loved the same when you have a cousin."

"You'll be an excellent cousin," Gwayne chipped in.

"I don't know how to do so. I… I am hardly a brother."

"Do not fret, Daeron. It will come to you naturally," she cooed.

…

A few months later, Daeron entered the couple's chambers in nervousness, eager to meet his cousin.

Gwayne sat against the headboard of the bed, his exhausted wife leaning against his chest. "Daeron?"

He looked up at his uncle, "Is she alright?"

Gwayne nodded and pulled her just a little closer. "She's perfect."

"And the babe?"

Gwayne looked across the room.

Otto Hightower sat on the sofa across the room, the babe held securely in his arms.

It was clear that there was a little tension between the two men.

Otto looked to Daeron, "C'mere."

Daeron walked to his grandsire curiously.

Otto lowered one shoulder to let Daeron see the babe. "A boy."

Daeron's eyes widened, "A boy?"

Gwayne spoke up, "Are you happy?"

He nodded immediately.

Y/n's eyes opened and she let out a groan.

Gwayne shifted her, getting her more comfortable. "Need something?"

"Wanna get up," she whispered.

Gwayne looked at the others in the room, "Leave us."

Daeron nodded, leaving with the maester.

Otto wanted to be annoyed, but he couldn't. He stood and went to put the babe down, but Gwayne spoke up, "Bring him here."

Y/n's eager arms took the child from Otto.

Lord Hightower smiled softly, "You'll be a wonderful mother."

She grinned. "I hope so."

Otto then looked to Gwayne. He stared at him for a while. Gwayne was expecting an insult.

"I was so scared the day you were born."

Gwayne was confused by the sudden confession. "What?"

"The day you were born. I remember the way my hands shook." He looked between the two, "Your mother was so confident."

"I heard she was wonderful," Y/n chirped in softly.

Otto nodded, "She was."

"Gwayne, I need to feed the babe."

Gwayne nodded. "I'll fetch the midwife to help you." He stood and led his father out.

The two walked down the corridor in silence. Finally, Otto spoke. "Your son will be a strong warrior."

"He will be. I'll be here to ensure it," Gwayne said bitterly.

Otto sighed. "We've never gotten along, I understand-"

"-No, you just weren't here."

"I was leading the realm," Otto tried to reason.

"You left," he grunted.

"I am still your father."

"No. Only by blood."

Otto scoffed, "Do not be weak."

"I will raise my son properly. I won't leave my child. And I won't leave my wife." Gwayne grunted. "Something you didn't do."

"Do you believe that I returned here only because I wished to?"

Gwayne stared at him for a while, "I… I do not pretend to understand your choices."

Otto took a step forward, "I was terrified the day you were born. I did not know how to be a father. I didn't have one long enough to learn from him."

Gwayne's head tilted, "And?"

"And…" Otto sighed as his frustration grew. "The king granted me a few months leave. Do you believe I just so happened to time out my arrival with end of your wife's condition and the months after?"

He crossed his arms in annoyance, "What are you saying? You wanted to be here? You wanted to see the child?"

"I WANTED TO SEE YOU!" Otto yelled. "YOU AND YOUR FOOLISH PRIDE!" He brought a hand to his forehead, "I remember the feeling of holding your first child. It is not easy to be a new father and to lead. I only wish to help you in the ways I know how."

"You came back for me?" He asked incredulously.

"Entirely," he admitted. "I see your mother in you. In every word, in every deed. Even in death, she haunts my narrative."

"Would you change your choices if you could restart?"

"Very much."

That was all Gwayne needed to hear. "We are both too stubborn for our own good."

"I want the best for you, Gwayne. I am sorry if I have never stated that. Your wife lives, as does your child. That is the greatest blessing that a man can receive."

"I am well aware," Gwayne smiled lightly. "I… I had to rule Old Town in your absence. I suppose it has been hard to step aside now that you've returned."

Otto smiled. "For now, I wish for you to tend to your family. Leave the rest to me."

Gwayne nodded, "I will." He turned to leave, but hesitated. "Father."

Otto's brows lifted.

Gwayne forced the words out, the feeling new. "Thank you."

Daeron had hidden around the corner, listening to the entire exchange.

…

"Do promise to write often," Y/n smiled as she held the small infant in her arms.

Otto strapped the last bag onto the horse, "I shall try."

She shifted the babe in her arms, "Gwayne has… spoken well of you, as of late." She smiled teasingly, "Do you know why?"

Otto faked a confused look. "Has he? Haven't the faintest idea."

"Well, know that he does. Perhaps he's only now respecting the challenge that fatherhood brings."

He grinned, "I will pray that your son is only half of the battle that Gwayne is."

She laughed, "He is a Hightower. We both know that a prayer like that is worthless. He will be a fighter until his dying day."

Gwayne walked to the pair, pulling his wife to his side, "When will you return?"

Otto shrugged, "When I am granted leave next. I am uncertain. Care for Daeron for me still."

The red head nodded, "You know I always will."

Y/n stepped forward and kissed Otto's cheek, "We shall await the day you return."

He looked at the two. The love they shared was obvious. "As do I."

He mounted his horse.

Y/n muttered something about feeding the babe and excused herself, leaving Otto and Gwayne.

"And Gwayne? You're a good father."

He felt a small twist in his gut.

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made for me | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: it's been three years since they've seen one another, two and a half since they last spoke to one another. but on this night, time seems to stand still as they meet once again.

warnings: SMUT; angst; unprotected p in v; oral (f receiving); handjob; mentions of alcohol; dirty talk; 18+

notes: hey party people...i...have been trying to work on this singular one shot for months. i've been so busy with school (yes, my program goes over the summer how lucky am i!!!!) and have had absolutely no motivation to write more than like a paragraph or two in one sitting. i miss writing and the tumblr community sooo badly literally every single day, but unfortunately i just have to accept the fact that i don't have the free time i had this time last year. so long story short i'm still here and will still be writing whenever i have the time (and inspiration) to, but pls be patient with me if i disappear for months again (and again). i love you all and appreciate the support u all have given me for over a year (WHAT?!?!?) i hope u enjoy this little angsty fic <3333

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You winced as the tequila burned your throat down to your stomach. Bringing a lime to your lips and sucking desperately, you shut your eyes so that all you could focus on was the sound of blaring music coming from the speakers littered throughout the house. You were at a party, which is not unlike you on a Saturday night. In fact, you couldn’t even remember a weekend that you hadn’t spent stumbling through crowds of people in a strange house — their figures so blurred you couldn’t even see the faces of the men you let take you home at the end of the night.

It was still early, this shot being only your second of the night, but you had a feeling that it would be far from your last. The past week had been especially stressful — you had told your friends that it was your busy work schedule or that finals were coming up, but you knew what the true reason for the stagnant pit in your stomach was. Matt — your best friend since first grade, your first love, and the one who you thought would be your forever — had been rumoured to be back in Boston for the first time since you saw him last, three years ago.

You dropped the lime and leaned against the countertop — hoping that your body language wouldn’t give away your despair but rather lead your friends to believe that the shot was sitting wrong. When he left three years ago, deep-seeded love combined with youthful naivety blinded you to the severity of your distance. You were so certain that no matter what, you and he would be okay and that the love that felt so powerful at the time would never fade.

Only one of those things proved to be true — and after only six months of him living across the country, one gut-wrenching phone call put an end to what you thought would be your forever. You had no idea that, upon picking up that call, you would shatter the years of what was, but it was as though your mouth formed the words without the help of your mind, and once they were spoken aloud, you both dissolved into tears of acceptance. Not because it was what either of you wanted, but because it was what you believed both of you needed.

That was two and a half years ago, and you hadn’t seen him since. He had been busy with his career in LA, and at times you allowed yourself to search him up — watching his YouTube videos with his brothers — just to allow your chest a moment to ache for what once was. Because the truth was, no matter how much you drank or how often you moaned out the name of another man, his face was what haunted your dreams each night. And now, he was allegedly back home — living, breathing within the same time zone; the same zip code as you.

You shuddered, pushing away the thoughts you had been attempting to drink away as you lifted yourself off the counter. Reaching for the bottle of tequila, you were sure you felt eyes on you. And as you began pouring the clear liquid into a shot glass, you nearly lost your grip as your eyes lifted to find the culprit. Because no more than 10 feet in front of you — as though he had been summoned by your disparaging thoughts just moments before — stood Matt.

It was disorienting seeing him in this environment — at 18 years old you and he cared very little for the house parties of your peers. Yet there he stood, a figure so familiar yet somehow completely different. Arms once completely bare now covered in tattoos crossed against his chest while his eyes — the same crystal blue from your dreams — burned your skin as they travelled across it. The room had grown deadly silent; whether that was truly the work of those around you or simply the fact that the blood roaring in your ears muted their chatter, you weren’t sure. But in that moment, you and he were the only ones in that room.

Not a word had been spoken between you two, yet your frantic, searching eyes seemed to have a conversation of their own. After what could have been hours, Matt’s eyes dragged themselves from you before he began heading in the direction of the stairs. Your stomach dropped at the sickeningly familiar tug, as if an invisible string tied you to him and refused to let go. Fingers white against the counter top, you forced your feet to stay in place as your eyes followed his back — a back that now seemed like a canvas of power; each stride of his revealing coiled energy beneath his black t-shirt — waiting for some sort of signal, an invitation for you to come to him.

As he reached the first stair, the signal came in the form of a brief pause and a final look over his shoulder. Your mind had no say at that point — it had long ago surrendered to him — and you began following him in a daze; throwing a brief regard to your friends over your shoulder as you did. Only once he recognized the determined look in your eyes as you headed in his direction did he continue up the stairs, trusting that you were in fact just behind him.

Once you reached the top of the stairs you found him at the end of the short hallway, peeking his head in the door of what you only assumed was a bedroom before taking one last glance at you as his frame slipped past the open door. The upper level of the house was obscenely quiet, and you could hear your heart pounding as you reached the doorway he had just walked through.

The door clicked behind you, and suddenly you were both alone. No more loud music, no more people, just the two of you and the gravity of three years hanging between you. He was standing a few feet away, arms crossed — not defensively, it seemed, just unsure of what to do with his hands now that you were there in front of him. For a moment, the only sound in the room was your breathing. Quiet, but shallow, the kind of breathing that gave away how much restraint was barely holding both of you together.

Closer now, you took a moment to really look at him. He hadn’t changed much. The boyish narrowness you remembered was gone — replaced by the quiet strength of a man who had grown into himself — but the essence of him that you had somehow memorized without realizing was still very much there. But more than anything, the way he looked at you — longingly, desperately, lovingly — that was exactly the same.

“You really came back,” Your voice came out more breathless than you wanted it to. He didn’t seem to notice, or if he did he was gracious enough to not react with pity. Instead, he ran a hand through his hair and took one small step closer to you. “Why did it take you so long?” You added at nearly a whisper, terrified to hear his answer. “You know why, Y/n.” His voice sent shock waves down your spine. Deeper, the voice of a man, yet still achingly recognizable to the voice of that young boy you met on the first day of school all those years ago.

Your eyes fell in shame from the weight of his reply, knowing that you were the reason he had chosen to stay far away from his home town — his friends, his family — for three years. When you spoke again, your voice had somehow managed to drop even quieter, “Then what made you come back now?” The silence permeated the empty room so immensely that your ears began to ring from the density of it. With your eyes still on the floor, you felt more than saw him move one step closer to you. “The same reason I stayed away for so long.”

His words left his mouth like a confession, and they draped themselves across your skin like a python — the weight of them satisfying but also jarring; threatening to wrap themselves tight around you until your walls cave in. Your eyes flashed back up to his, and upon noticing the question marks swirling within them, he clarified with earth-shattering honesty. “You. It’s always been you.”

The silence after his statement was charged — thick with everything you hadn’t said since that last phone call, with every memory you both buried under the weight of growing up — and growing apart. “I hurt you,” You finally replied, voice thick with emotion as tears began welling in your eyes. Through the blur of your tears, his face seemed to morph into that of his younger self as he fought against his instinct to comfort you. “You did,” He replied, his own words laced with pain, “But I never blamed you for it, not once Y/n.”

You didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything, so you just looked at him — studying the faint lines beside his eyes that hadn’t been there before, the shadow of a beard that 18 year old Matt could only dream of growing. “Why not?” You asked, true disbelief trapped in the crack of your voice. Instead of answering your question, he pulled on a weak smile. “You cut your hair.” Subconsciously, you ran your fingers through your shoulder-length hair; about five inches shorter than it was the last time Matt was standing in front of you. “It’s been a long time.” Your reply almost sounded bitter, and you instantly wished you could take it back because how could you possibly blame him for the unilateral decision you made years before?

If he took offence to your tone, he didn’t show it. Instead, he took another step towards you, closing the ice-cold gap between you even more. “I just mean,” You began, letting your eyes flutter shut for a moment as you pulled your trembling lower lip between your teeth, “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” There was the air of hesitation between you now, just for a moment, as he struggled to find the words. “I tried to stay away, because it seemed like that’s what you needed,” His words were spoken in the soothing cadence he always used to comfort you all those years ago. “I didn’t want to make it harder than it already was, for both of us.”

It was you who took the next step forward, making it so that you were only inches apart. “Then why are you here nowMatt? And how could you possibly not blame me for what happened between us?” You repeated your question from before, hoping that he wouldn’t ignore it once again. Looking up into his eyes, you recognized the weight of his gaze and the pain buried within it. “Because,” He began, clearing his throat before continuing, “Because I have never been able to stop missing you, and every day without you has felt like a living nightmare. I thought if I stayed away, we would both heal. But instead, I forced myself to endure years of a torture that I knew would never go away unless I saw you again.”

A tear fell from your eye as you watched his face through his confession, each word resonating so deeply within you that it felt like looking into a mirror. “I regretted it the moment I did it, you know.” You replied softly, feeling the years of regret boil over within you, “I was weak.” He shook his head firmly before gently brushing your hair from your face; his familiar touch sending a welcomed shiver down your spine. “You were young. We both were.” His tone was firm, an attempt at freeing you of the guilt that had been slowly eating you alive. You nodded sadly, recognizing his words as truth. “Maybe,” You began, closing the gap so that your chest was pressed against his front, “But I really did love you with everything I had, and I really don’t think I ever stopped.”

Something glimmered in his eyes, then. The same glimmer that had appeared that day on the playground when you had asked him to be your best friend, the day in ninth grade when you had told him that he had been your first crush, and the day in junior year when you had told him you loved him for the very first time. That glimmer had given you so much pride each time you had been the reason for its existence. Another tear fell in relief, as you had long ago accepted that you would never again be witness to it.

His hand slipped from your hair down to your cheek, where he swiped away your salty tears before resuming his movements down your shoulder, down your back, before finally resting in familiarity against your hip. You felt the electricity from his fingertips permeate your skin — shooting throughout your body at the revival of your intimacy. Your hand traveled up to his neck where you toyed with the ends of his hair — slightly longer than it was the last time you had ran your hands through it.

“Did you stop loving me?” You whispered, your lips mere inches from his own. His grip on your hip tightened slightly, pulling you against him even closer than before. “Never.” Was his reply before pulling your lips into his with the slow burn of long-suppressed hunger. The kiss was slow at first, hesitant, like a rediscovery of one another’s mouths after too long apart. Not yet frantic, as you had imagined it would be; just aching.

His tongue brushed against yours with a deep, searching kiss that made your knees weaken. You clutched his shirt, pulling him closer and grounding yourself in his taste, his smell, the gruff sound he made when you moaned against his open mouth. The kiss deepened as his hands slid around your waist, carefully walking you backwards until you were pressed in between him and the wall. When his mouth dropped to the sensitive place on your neck, just below your jaw, that only he knew existed, everything felt too hot, too necessary. You wanted to drink him in — every groan, every sharp scrape of his stubble against your skin, every part of him that you hadn’t touched in years.

You tugged his shirt up, hands dancing across familiar warm skin and foreign muscle. You pressed your palms against his chest, where you felt the rapid thud of his heart below; matching your own. His lips found yours again, and the kiss was deeper — darker. His mouth opened hungrily against yours before strong teeth bit down on your lower lip. A claiming, yes — but not possession. His hands roamed slowly, deliberately. Skimming under your shirt, teasing the bare skin just above the hem of your jeans. A muffled gasp fell from your lips when his fingers travelled higher, delicately brushing the curve of your tit over your bra. You felt his lips curl into a smile against your swollen lips. “Your boobs got bigger.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t deny the flutter in your stomach from being reacquainted with Matt’s goofy side. “Shut up,” You replied with a giggle before taking his mouth in yours again; not wanting to lose the familiar taste of him on your tongue. With a soft hum, his hand traveled behind your thigh, lifting it until it wrapped around his waist; your hips instinctively grinding into his. You released a gritty moan into his open mouth, and he swallowed the vibrations like it fuelled him.

He pulled at the hem of your shirt, undressing you as though he was afraid you might disappear behind the wall of fabric if he moved too fast — each button, each inch of new skin exposed was met with a soft breath of relief. Once you were in nothing but your bra and thong, Matt lifted you up and carried you to the bed; lowering you gently atop the soft comforter before pausing to look at you as though he couldn’t believe you were real.

“You’re just as beautiful as I remembered,” He murmured, lowering himself on top of you, kissing your sternum while reaching behind you to unhook your bra with a practiced flick. Discarding the material, you watched as his lips traveled to the underside of your tit, then higher, before taking your pebbled nipple into his warm mouth; circling his tongue until you whined.

“God, I missed you,” He mumbled against your skin as he began fumbling with his belt buckle. Your body responded to his words as though lit on fire by them, and once he was in just his boxers, you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer to you before whispering, “I have dreamt of having you in this way since the last time I saw you.”

He kissed you again then, rougher than before — raw tongue and teeth and years of longing poured into it. Moans slipped between you two as your almost-naked bodies pressed against one another, reconnecting like old friends into a familiar mould. One of his hands slid down your body slowly, between your legs, and as his fingers ran delicately against the warm, damp material of your thong, he groaned. “Still so ready for me,” He uttered against your lips, slipping his fingers under the lacy material and pressing two inside of you just deep enough to make you gasp for air, “Say my name,” He pleaded, his words laced with a longing you had never quite heard from him before, “I need to hear it.”

“Matt,” You moaned, breathless as he began slowly pumping his fingers up into your spongey core.

“Again.” He demanded, picking up his speed slightly — giving you some relief, but not quite enough.

“M-Matt, please,” You begged, your words punctuated by sharp breaths.

He didn’t tease you for long. After hearing the desperation in your tone he pulled his slippery fingers from your core before kissing down your stomach, leaving a trail of your juices along your left leg as he pulled your thong down to your ankles. Now completely exposed, you spread your legs to give him full access to your glistening core — wordlessly begging him to bring you the relief only he can. His mouth traveled from your trembling stomach down to the crest just above your core, hovering there for a moment with his eyes fluttered shut. “Tell me what you want.” He breathed, his voice soft but laced with gruff undertones; giving away just how bad he needed you too. “You,” You replied without hesitation, comfortable in telling the man on his knees in front of you exactly what you needed, “Your mouth. Please, Matt.”

The honesty was all it took, because as soon as the words left your mouth you released a moan at the feeling of his warm tongue against your clit. His tongue moved with slow precision — as though he remembered exactly how to undo you. You threw your head back with a cry, hips bucking against the strong suction of his mouth, but he held you down — savouring every second as if it were something sacred. Through hooded eyes you looked down between your legs, watching Matt’s practiced routine in awe. His eyes, glazed over in sheer satisfaction, locked onto your own as he absorbed every sound, every expression you made in response to the pleasure he was granting you.

Your mouth dropped open in pleasure, fingers knotted in the sheets below you, as he used his powerful tongue to break down your walls. He slipped his thumb inside of you, leaving it there, unmoving, knowing that the slightly-full sensation made your head spin. He used his free hand to push gently against your lower stomach, knowing that the pressure intensified your orgasms tenfold. You moaned on each breath now, your heavy eyes refused to stay open. And once your hands flew to his hair, pressing him firmly against your pulsing core, he responded to the wordless confirmation of your impending orgasm by finally pumping his thumb in and out of you while simultaneously twirling his tongue feverishly against your swollen bundle of nerves.

You violently came undone against his tongue, trembling, moaning his name as if it were the only word you’d ever known. Back arched, you held tightly onto his wavy hair, unsure whether you were pulling him away or closer as the pleasure tore through you in overwhelming waves. Still, he continued to push you through the high, flitting his tongue expertly against your clit as you trembled below him. “Matt!” You cried out, your body so hot with intense pleasure that your skin grew splotchy and red — something it hadn’t done from an orgasm in years.

Just as quickly as it had appeared, the pleasure slipped from your fingers. As your loud cries turned to gentle moans of satisfaction, Matt’s deliberate licks transformed into sloppy kisses as he drank up your juices — memorizing the taste of what had just hours before been a memory. When he finally moved up your trembling body, you immediately dragged him into another kiss — reigniting your desperation at the taste of yourself on his lips.

Hooking your legs around his waist, you tugged gently at the elastic on his boxers. You were both flushed and panting, bare skin against skin, yet still it didn’t feel like enough. Matt seemed to feel the same, because without you having to say a word he covered your hand with his own — helping you slide his boxers down. With his mouth on yours hungrily, you couldn’t see his cock, though as soon as you heard the firm slap of it making contact with his stomach, your hand wrapped around it with ease. A grunt escaped his lips and you swallowed it hungrily — relishing the relief that you were able to grant him — as you began pumping his length in just the way he liked it; soft at the base, tighter and with more pressure at the tip.

“No more waiting,” He breathed against your gasping mouth, “I need to feel you.”

With a soft moan, you began guiding his cock to your core. Not with your hand, as that was proven unnecessary, but by the widening of your legs — the damp warmth emanating from your centre enough to act as a gravitational pull to bring his length right to the slippery crest of your opening. Wrapping his strong arm around your waist, he sank into you slowly, both of you gasping at the sensation; the crushing weight of it all. The heat, the stretch, the sensation of home was enough to bring tears of relief to your eyes — mirrored in his anguished face before you.

He pressed his forehead against yours, locking eyes with you as his hips rolled against you as though he couldn’t look away for fear of missing a single second. Your bodies moved as one, slow at first. Then deeper, harder, a shattering rhythm that came to you as easily as breathing. Yet, neither of you rushed. Every movement, every hushed sound, every messy kiss was a memory revived. Your moans were not just out of pleasure, they were the release of years spent missing him.

He placed a hand under your lower back and you moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his cock hit that spongey spot that made your body tremble. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder, your jaw, and your chest as the room filled with the wet harmony of two bodies that know one another so well. Everything you never said was finally being spoken in the sound of your arousal as it coated his front; and everything he never said was finally being spoken in the sound of his pelvis spreading the sticky fluid against your inner thighs upon each methodical thrust.

“Made for me.”

His head nestled against your shoulder, where the rumble of his groans burned through your skin. The familiar phrase caused your stomach to do a flip. Those three words had been spoken by Matt thousands of times over the years — both in and out of the bedroom — that the fact that they had fallen from his lips thoughtlessly, as though they had been sitting there waiting to be spoken aloud for years, in a tone of sheer desperation, was enough to tear away any last shred of sanity you had.

You smiled through a breathless gasp, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging at the strands until his mouth met yours again. His kiss was messy, open-mouthed and wet; the kind that said he needed you in every way. He lifted your right leg higher to angle deeper into you, causing your breath to catch in your throat. “More,” You pleaded against his swollen lips, “Right there.” You felt his mouth curl into a smile bordering on arrogance, “I know.” Was all he replied with, proving that each of his movements were calculated, as though the years of exploring your body had burned into his memory and he had every intention of giving you exactly what you craved.

He held you there, driving his cock at just the right pace, into just the right spot. Your mouth dropped open, unable to kiss him back as the pleasure building deep within you doubled, and then tripled. “Oh my god, M-Matt—” Your head fell back against his left palm, and he cradled it gently as your toes curled around his waist. “That’s it,” He murmured, dropping his mouth to your exposed neck and deepening his thrusts, “Let go, I’ve got you baby.”

You shuddered, the pressure of your impending orgasm laying heavy against your helpless frame. He thrust into you again — this time deeper, slower. You could tell that his control was fraying, the cords of his muscles tight beneath your hands as you felt him struggle to keep from falling apart himself. Using all of your restraint, you held your own orgasm back as you spoke, “Cum with me,” You whispered, the strain evident in your thin voice, “I want to feel you fill me up.”

You felt his mouth drop open against your damp neck, his body trembling above you as his struggle was intensified by your filthy words. Using all his strength, he lifted himself from the crook of your shoulder to gaze down at you with his dark, hooded eyes. Him before you like this — undone, trembling with need, his body worshipping yours with every movement — was almost more impactful than the physical pleasure itself.

“I love y— Fuck,” He dropped his forehead against yours once again, “I love you.” He whispered, voice scratchy with tension as your heart melted. “I l-love you.” You parroted just as he sank into you one final time, releasing a guttural moan as he buried himself to the hilt as he came, his breath catching in your ear and spurring your own mind-bending release.

Warm ropes of his cum painted your walls as they flexed maniacally around his pulsing length, driving you both to the edge of insanity as your bodies took complete control. And as you moaned, cursed, and cried out one another’s names, it wasn’t just release. It was relief. The kind that settles deep in your chest when something you thought was gone forever finds its way back. It was a homecoming.

Once both of your bodies stilled, you stayed completely still; breathing one another in at last. Time passed, and as your heart rates returned to normal, the sound of the party still very much alive below you returned to you consciousness. Still, neither of you made an attempt at moving, instead you let the weight of what had just happened settle into your veins. Not just the satisfaction, not just the pleasure, but the rediscovery. The ache that had shaped who you and him had become over three years now filled by each other’s presence.

Even once Matt eventually shifted above you, the post-sex lull was evident in the way he delicately pulled himself from your raw core, using his discarded boxers to clean you up before tucking you against his chest — his lips peppering indulgent kisses against your hair as you ran an idle finger along his forearm.

“What happens now?” He asked, his words soft against your hair but laced with an undertone of fear of what your response may be. You look up at his gorgeous face that, while slightly older, you knew you had memorized, offering him a soft smile. His eyes focused on your lips as his hand subconsciously reached for your cheek; his expression one of a man hungry for another innocent taste of your lips. You relaxed into his hand, granting him the kiss —deep, tender, and laced with words unspoken — before replying in a whisper. “Now we stop pretending we ever stopped loving each other.”

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

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arcadia-of-pluto · 9 months ago

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Casually calling them "daddy" LADS

Word count; 1,913

Themes; slightly barely there suggestive content, fluff, established relationship

Warnings; mention of "daddy" ofc, fluff

Notes; So these turned out more fluffy than I originally intended...honestly, thought they'd be more smutty, but I've learnt that it's really difficult for me to write smut. Or at least, smut with little to no context before it all goes down. I might eventually write some smuttier drabbles, but regardless of smut, I hope you enjoy this little thing I wrote!

You saw that there was an old trend about calling your boyfriend “daddy” and videoing their reaction so, obviously, you wanted to give it a try…

Xavier

It's been almost a year since you and Xavier started dating– and it was a wonderful eleven months! He told you everything about himself. What his future with you was like, all of his feelings throughout the centuries, and you listened. You wholeheartedly believed him, because it would be one hell of a lie if it wasn't true…and you didn't think Xavier had the time or energy to come up with a complex lie like that.

But even if you now know, time moves on. There's not much you can do about your future self, so you can't really change the future in that way though…Xavier's here now, in the past, and that's all that matters to you.

Anyway, today was just a normal day as any.

You were sitting at the counter, keeping a close eye on Xavier– who was attempting to follow, yet another, cooking tutorial. The man was desperate to cook a decent meal for you. His heart dead set on making you something edible for your upcoming year anniversary…and while that was cute, you also wanted to mess with him.

You push your cup just out of your reach and make a big show of trying to reach for it, before sighing loudly.

“Daddy, can you pass me my drink please?”

You can hear the clang of a spatula hitting the floor and you watch Xavier’s body comically whip around to face you.

“What?” His head cocks to the side as his wide eyes were set on your face. “Say that again..”

“Hmm? I said ‘Xav, can you pass me my drink, please’.” You copy his head tilt and he quickly shakes his head.

“No, no you didn't.” He takes a few steps toward you before grabbing your hand in-between both of his. “Say it again.”

You couldn't resist his sweet puppy dog eyes, so you hold back a smile as you meet his eyes. “I...called you daddy.”

“Really?” He seems unusually excited. “So are we…?” His gaze lowers to your stomach and you can’t help the giggle that slips from your lips.

Gosh, he was so cute.

“Baby– no, no. We're not pregnant.” You run your fingers through his hair with a smile on your lips. “Are...you disappointed?”

“Mmh..” Xavier hums thoughtfully for a moment before he shakes his head. “No. We can just make it a reality later. No need to rush.”

Zayne

You and Zayne have only been dating for six months, but it felt like much longer. Having known each other since you were little, you both had always been close– well, your definition of close and his were probably different. You always thought of him as a friend while he tried to keep a distance and thought you hated him. But time brought you both back together with him as your primary care physician.

The two of you had been flirting up until his birthday and finally made it official once he blew his candles out on the cake you made for him. It was a sweet time, but that was six months ago.

Now, though, you really want to fluster the man.

He always embarrasses you and makes you feel nervous, but you never get to see him that way. Sure, his ears will turn red and sometimes he won't meet your eyes when you get too intense with him, but you've never seen him absolutely shocked. And you just wanted to see one look of surprise from him.

So, what did you decide to do?

You decided to casually call him "daddy” as a joke.

That should definitely go over well.

Zayne is seated behind his desk at the hospital, sorting through papers as you longue on his sofa. Your eyes continuously glancing toward the windows to make sure the door was shut and the blinds were closed.

“If you keep staring at the door, you just might burn a hole through it.” Zayne says, though he didn't even look up from his paperwork. He was attentive like that and probably already knew you wanted something or you were ready to go home. And he was right.

“When are we going home…daddy?” You ask as you kick your feet in the air behind you. You were on your stomach, resting your cheek against your arms as you watched his expression…which didn't change at all.

"Just give me a few more minutes, angel, and I'll be done.” Zayne pushes his glasses up with his index finger and clicks his pen, jotting down a few notes.

“I–” You puff your cheeks out with a small sigh and decide to keep going with it. “I want to go home now, daddy.”

“Didn't I just tell you to be patient?” Now Zayne finally looks up at you with one of his brows raised. “I'll deal with you when we get home.”

Rafayel

It's been four months since Rafayel asked you out. Four months since you tugged Rafayel down into the bath with you, which set off a chain reaction of a steamy night, followed by him asking you out the next morning; he also complained that you both went out of order, but he wasn’t too upset when you continued where you left off…

Now, though, you moved out of your apartment and to Rafayel's home, ‘Mo Art Studio’ at Whitesand Bay.

It was definitely odd at first, but it was a good change of pace. Always being by the ocean, able to take your morning walks together on the beach and collect seashells. You had a whole collection on your desk at work. He'd always give you the most unique and prettiest shells, saying “only the best for his cutie”.

He was also so easy to fluster.

You immediately knew you had him wrapped around your finger every time his ears would turn red. That same crimson slowly made its way from his ears to his cheeks, all the way to his whole face. So you assumed your little ‘prank’ would also have the same effect.

You were sitting on a beach towel in the sand with an umbrella blocking your eyes from the bright sun. In front of you was Rafayel, painting your visage, with an easel. His hand deftly moves across the canvas as he sketches the outline for his new painting.

Lately, you are the only thing he can paint. Always asking you to stop what you're doing so he can run and get his sketch pad. You could be doing something so normal and mundane, but he'd be struck with the inspiration to record your very image.

As much as you loved it and thought this was very sweet, after almost two weeks of this…You wanted some form of payback.

“Hey, daddy, can we take a break for a second? It’s really hot out here.” You squint your eyes to try and see Rafayel's face, your hand fanning at your body because you, seriously, are hot out here.

“Huh?”

It's like Rafayel is frozen in time, or buffering. He's just blankly staring at you with a confused expression on his face until his pencil drops into the sand. That's when he quickly stands up and makes his way toward you.

“Again.”

Now, it's your turn to be confused.

“Raf, what–”

“Not that, say the other word again.” His ears were red as he crouched down in front of you, a look of determination in his eyes.

“No– you're making it weird!” You put your hands on his shoulders, trying to put some distance between him as your face turns red.

“Please, I really need to hear you say it again! I'm seriously going to die if you don't.” There's your overdramatic fishy.

“Fine, but just this once.” You grumble, turning your head to look away from him. “Daddy…” Though you say it as low as you can and Rafayel groans, tilting his head back.

“Louder.” He rests his forehead against yours. “Come on, cutie. If you don't…I might want to change that to my new nickname.”

Sylus

It's been about…a year? Yes, definitely a year since you and Sylus started dating. Well, you both have differing opinions on when exactly you started dating. Sylus claims it was the moment he laid eyes on you in the N109 Zone, while you claim it was only about six months ago– which is when you and Sylus made a bet.

It was a bet where if he came back safely from his mission, he'd leave you alone. He wouldn't bother you anymore, wouldn't talk to you, contact you, anything of the sort…and you won, but you didn't realize he'd actually do it. So whenever you seeked him out to make sure he was safe, and he ignored you, you realized that maybe you did want him in your life.

This led to you running across the street to him and jumping into his arms like this was a hallmark movie, and you claim this was when you officially started dating Sylus.

But between us, you just agree with Sylus when he says a year, because if you don't, he'll pout for the whole day.

...And today was one of those ‘pouty Sylus’ days.

You went on a mission that was probably way too dangerous, even though you told Sylus you were going to slow down on your Hunter's work. But you couldn't just ignore endangered civilians. If any of them would have died, that would've been too much for your sympathetic heart to handle.

And even if Sylus understands your reasoning, he's still upset that you left without telling him– having woken up to a cold bed without you by his side sent him spiraling into a panic.

So, when you got home, you noticed he was sulking in the kitchen as he made dinner.

“Sy…” You take your shoes off by the door, nervously fiddling with your fingers as you tentatively walk into the kitchen. Standing behind the counter, you sigh, “I'm reeaally sorry...”

“If you're reeaaally sorry, then help me make our dinner.” He says, not looking up at you and that doesn't make you feel any better.

“Okay..” You finally step past the counter and you look around. “So…what do you need?” You were trying to figure out something– anything that could make Sylus feel better when a thought comes to your mind.

Most guys probably like it when their girlfriend calls them daddy…right?

“In the cabinet, top shelf. I need a bottle of garlic powder.”

Okay, you got this.

You take a deep breath and open the cabinet, straining your arm to try and reach the seasoning bottle, but your fingertips barely brush it and knock it over. “Shit…” You swallow back your nervousness before continuing, “Daddy, can you grab it for me?”

The room fills with silence for a moment, but then you hear Sylus chuckle.

“Sure, kitten.”

Your back suddenly feels warm as a firm chest presses against it and Sylus reaches up from behind you to grab the bottle.

“I ask you to do one simple thing and you can't even do that.” Sylus chides, clicking his tongue as he pops the bottle open to pour some into the pan on the stove.

“Da–”

“If you think a few empty words will make me feel better, kitten…you've got to try a lot harder than that.”

I'd like to say, this is definitely one of my better drabbles– one of my favorites, in fact!

I have like...six more ideas for drabbles and then I'll need to come up with some more. Like these new cards and Rafayel's student photoshoot event really had me thinking of how seriously the LADS men would take roleplaying– and that spawned a whole different drabble idea, so you can definitely look forward to that!

I'm trying to come up with new ways to do my drabbles, so that's why I did a little prelude before I started writing for the guys. Please let me know any feedback yall have for me! Especially with the coloured dialogue, I'm not too sure if I like it, but it seems really pretty and probably makes it easier to tell who is talking apart. (I won't use it for my fic though, only the drabbles!)

Anyway, I have a small personal project I'm working on this weekend so I probably won't be able to write any chapters for my 'Divisa' fic, but I'm still going to post chapter nineteen of 'Twist of Fate' and try to write at least two more chapters since I'm only on twenty-three or so.

I hope you all enjoyed these drabbles and I hope yall have a great night/day! 🩷

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district4loading · 6 months ago

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Under My Spell

Kiss of Life Belle x Male Reader

5K Words

Content Warning: smut, hypnosis, use of handcuffs, praise, a little bit of degrading

Minors DNI

A/N: I got the request to do this almost a month ago but back then I was really busy and I had other requests to get to first. Now that my writers block is partially gone, I'm ready to write and work on everything else I've been requested. This was supposed to come out two days ago but I ended up getting sick and I couldn't finish it lmao.

This is my first time writing something like this, I know I probably got some aspects of it wrong so just vibe yeah? Hope you guys enjoy this one!!

The request: "would you be open to writing a smut about hypnosis? like where the reader and idol decide to try out hypnosis?"

Maybe hypnosis is real

You're laying in bed when she brings it up.

She just came back from the nail salon, her purse slides off of her arm and onto the dresser when she asks you "Babe, what's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" She peels herself out of her denim jacket, the one you bought her recently that she called 'ugly.' You fail to mention it though because you begin to question the context of her inquiry.

"Probably like... bondage stuff" You look up from your phone, "Where's this coming from?"

Belle only begins to strip herself of the remainder of her clothing before muttering "I'll get to that." You watch as she throws the worn garments to the side before digging through the dresser for something more comfortable "Wouldn't you find it hot to have complete and utter control over someone, tell them to do something and they're on it with no hesitation or thought behind it" She steps into a pair of shorts "No matter what you ask, they do it mindlessly"

You tilt your head, trying to follow wherever she's going with this. There's a smile on her face but it's not just any smile, it tells you that she's testing the waters, trying to gauge whether or not you were into whatever the hell she was getting at now. "I mean... I guess? I'm not sure"

"You guess?" She gives you a look before pulling an old, loose black t-shirt over her head. She then crawls into bed and you're not surprised when you find her straddling your waist with her hands snaking underneath your shirt. "So... you wouldn't mind putting me under your spell so you could get me to do whatever sick shit you want me to?"

"That sounds like some weird MK-Ultra mind control shit" You chuckle, then wince after she pinches your abs with her sharp nails.

Belle hums "Yeah that's exactly what I mean..." You watch as she backs up a bit, then she begins to think, "well actually I was talking about hypnosis but you get the idea... kinda sorta"

"You want me to hypnotize you?" She nods and now you're confused "You can't actually believe that works babe..."

"It works" She insists, then slaps your chest when she sees the unconvinced and almost judging look on your face.

That's when you realize she's dead serious about it "What makes you want to try hypnosis all of a sudden?"

"Well" She begins tugging at the hem of your shirt "A friend of mine told me about how she and her boyfriend tried it and it sort of inspired me"

You stay silent for a bit, reminding yourself not to say anything slick so she doesn't get upset with you. "So how does it work? Do I get a pocket watch and swing it in front of your face or something?" You end up snickering a bit, still finding this conversation to be more humorous than serious.

Belle gives you a look, trying to hold in her own laugh "No, you idiot! I'll send you some videos later and.." She smiles mischievously before sliding off of you then she goes over to the dresser and digs her hand into her purse. You quirk your eyebrow and sit up to better see what she's doing. The moment she pulls a pair of hand-cuffs out, your eyes widen.

"We're gonna need these too"

So after watching countless videos, you finally think you've mastered the art of hypnosis.

Maybe not "mastered" but you got the gist of it. You've got no clue why you agreed to this in the first place because there was still something in the back of your mind telling you that this would never work and if it somehow did, she'd only be pretending. It's probably the boring pessimist in you that makes you think that way but this seemed interesting. So you keep your questioning thoughts to yourself as you reach into your drawer for the handcuffs.

Belle smiles at you in your dark bedroom, the warm light from the lamp on your nightstand is on the dimmest setting. It makes her naked body look so perfect, highlighting each and every one of her beautiful curves. You walk over to her, putting the cuffs on the bed before you take your hands in hers. "Ready?" She hums and nods her head.

"Now, I want you close your eyes to take a deep breath" She does as you say and you can hear the sharp sound of her nostrils taking in the cool conditioned air, her chest rises with it. "Now slowly exhale" and her chest falls gently "Now breathe as you listen to my voice, focus on it and allow everything else to fade away"

You keep your tone gentle and soft to put her at ease "The faint hum of the air conditioner, the rain outside, the cars passing by, block it all out" You notice that she's still taking those deep breaths, then exhaling them with soft grace. "Just focus on me, allow that tension and stress to melt away. No work, no schedules, just you and I"

"Now listen to my words" You pause for a moment "You'll do as I say, be subservient to me" You begin pulling her into a mindset crafted and molded by you "You want me to handcuff you" At this point, Belle holds a straight face, she doesn't even flinch or cringe at your words. Not even a smirk or a giggle, like you've actually got her in some sort of trance. "You feel the urge to do anything to get me off" and "You will not want us to stop until I say we do"

"Keep your breathing steady and at the snap of my fingers you will awaken with all of these desires"

You raise your hand and put your thumb against your middle finger, then *snap* and her eyes immediately open. There's something about her gaze that you immediately observe, it's kind of dark and empty and she's got a completely blank expression on her face. "What do you want?" You question her softly.

Belle looks over to the handcuffs and picks them up, then she holds them in front of you "Please" She says it with her voice just above a whisper "Please cuff me"

You swallow, not at all recognizing the tone in her voice. It has a chill running down your spine because it sounds almost desperate, like she's really begging for it. You begin to think that maybe this hypnosis shit is actually real and it scares you a bit. But you still take the handcuffs out of her hands as she puts her hands out for you.

It takes you a moment cause you're not used to this but you manage to get them on her. "Knees, princess" You order and just like that, she's dropping to her knees in front of you "Good girl" You mutter under your breath as you look down at her with nothing but lust in your eyes.

It's weird, this was actually turning you on more than you thought it would. Having so much control over her without a fight for dominance or her usual bratty attitude.

No doubt it already has your blood rushing.

So you don't waste any time to pull off your shirt then you unbuckle your belt and you take your jeans off. You take your hard cock into your hand and you pump it slowly "Open" Her lips part and her tongue pokes out "Suck" Is the next thing you say as you guide the head into her mouth.

Almost immediately, she begins bobbing her head mindlessly. Her warm mouth is so wet and welcoming and the feel of her fleshy, slippery inner cheeks and her smooth velvety tongue has your nerves so sensitive. You groan deeply as you allow your hands to run through her scalp then your hips start thrusting forwards because she's beginning to swirl her tongue and it feels incredible. She doesn't even need her hands, so much control, so disciplined and obedient for you. Belle takes your cock like a pro, sucking and slurping it tightly to provide the utmost pleasure and its fucking perfect.

She makes enthusiastic noises as she sucks your cock, like she's been starving for it, like your pre-cum is the best thing she's ever tasted.

You stop for a moment and hold her head still, then you push all the way in so her nose is pressed up against your base. Almost like you're a sadist, you hold her there, watching the way her eyes well up with tears. "So beautiful" You compliment, admiring the look of her glossy eyes. Her throat squeezes you as she gags "Ah fuck" You moan, pushing your hips just a bit deeper and Belle swallows, nearly making you dizzy. So you loosen your grip on her head and she continues to bob her head wildly.

It's like she has no gag reflex with how fast she's going and how deep she's taking you. Each drag of her mouth has you stuck just staring into her eyes, those dutiful brown orbs that tell you she's not going to stop until your cum is shooting down her throat. At this rate, it may not be too far away. "Oh—fucking god" You bite your lip, muscles clenching as she continues to suck you off.

All she can really do is hum and moan with her mouth stuffed full with your cock, the sticky noises only adding to your arousal. You can feel it coming already. She's ruthless with it, flicking her tongue in ways she never has before. "I'm going to fucking—" You can't even finish your sentence because she has your needy cock throbbing in her perfect mouth.

It's muffled, but you can hear it when she moans and starts bobbing her head quicker, like she wants nothing more than to get you off. You don't even realize it when you grip her hair tighter because you're too focused on being at the edge. Usually, when Belle would do this, she'd stop at the last second just to tease because like the brat she is, she enjoyed seeing you squirm. However, it didn't seem like she'd be doing that now. By the look in her eye, you can tell she's going to fucking milk you for all you've got.

Now you're starting to really get the idea of this whole hypnosis thing, even if she's just faking it. You place your hands on her head because even though you know she won't go anywhere, it feels right. You take a deep breath and then "I'm cumming" you announce with a low and long groan escaping your lips. Your eyes shut so tight you can see spots behind your eyelids and in a flash Belle's taking it all down her perfect throat.

It's almost like she can't get enough of you, the way she keeps on sucking she pulls out any bit of semen you have left. She swallows it all and you pull your hips back weakly when she tries to get you back in her mouth "Okay, thats enough" You chuckle tiredly and then she sits back on her heels.

Now the deadpan expression on her face is gone and it's replaced with an eager smile. There's still something off about it but you can't exactly pinpoint what "Did I do good?" She asks, waiting for your response with some drool at the corner of her mouth.

"Yeah, baby" You sigh "On the bed, on your back, now" Another order comes out of your mouth, and you sound more natural about it.

Belle licks her lips then stands up, it takes a little more effort for her to climb onto the bed because of the handcuffs but she does it eventually. "What do you want, princess?" You ask the question again, because you're intrigued about what she'll answer.

"Use my body, please sir I want it so fucking bad—I need it. Need you to use me until you're finished I won't be satisfied until you're done with me" There's this genuine yearning in her tone, something that you almost don't recognize at all.

You go with it though "Lift your arms until they're above your head" A smirk grows on your face as you get a perfect view of her tits. You climb onto the bed and you get on top of her, positioned so that you're almost sitting on her stomach "You gonna let me use these perfect tits?" You ask as if she has any choice in the matter.

Still, she nods her head frantically "Anything" She whines as you grab a hold of her breasts in your big hands. You cup and squeeze them, like always, they're better than fucking pillows, so soft and squishy. You place your cock in between them and press them together on it, you groan immediately when your feel the perfect warmth.

"Fuck yeah" You groan as you begin to move your hips back and forth. She only looks up at you with that lustful look in her eyes. You gather some saliva in your mouth, then you lean over and spit it out. It lands on her boob, then it trickles downwards and you spread it around as you keep fucking her tits.

It was always something you wanted to try out, but you hadn't gotten the chance to ask yet. You were kind of afraid she'd laugh at the idea and you didn't exactly know how she'd take it. Belle would probably be down for literally anything you wanted to try out and it was the same for you—which is why you agreed to do this hypnosis thing in the first place—but you could still do without the teasing that'd come with it.

Your cock slides between her breasts without any resistance whatsoever, it's all smooth and slick and it feels so fucking good. With her hands over her head she just lets it happen because she's fucking loving it. The almost harsh grip you have on her tits has her squirming because she wants to be touched and used in other places, obviously.

You keep the pace though, wanting to stay in this moment for just a little bit more before you move on. "How does it feel baby?" She gives you those expecting eyes, like she yearns for your approval.

So you don't hold back your praises "Incredible, your tits are fucking amazing Belle... I could do this forever" You sigh, listening to the slick sound each of your movements make.

"Why don't you do it forever then? I wouldn't mind" She teases but her tone tells you that she's not really joking.

Maybe hypnosis is real

A small chuckle escapes your lips as you stop your movements "If I did that, I wouldn't be able to get to the best part"

"Which is?" She figures she can let her hands rest on her belly.

You reposition yourself so that you're in between Belle's legs at this point "Right here, princess" She hums when you place your palm on her soaked cunt. It's all slippery and slick with her arousal, she's been absolutely aching to have you inside of her. Your cock throbs at the mere thought of it.

"Please sir"

The way her voice sounds in your hears has you smirking, so fucking desperate. Normally, Belle had far too much pride to beg like this but now that she's under your control things are different.

You might actually prefer it this way

"Please what darling? You want my cock or what?" You mock, wrapping your fingers around your cock so you can nudge it against her entrance. You don't put it in though, you merely slide it up and down her slit slowly, lathering your swollen cock head up with her wetness.

A choked moan forces its way through her throat "Yes! I fucking need your cock—fuck—just inside please just...use me, fucking own me"

"Jesus, you're a fucking slut" You bite your lip, slapping your tip against her needy cunt just to get her that much more riled up before you begin.

"Your slut" Belle corrects, bucking her hips up like she really needs you.

So you stop messing around and you slide your thick cock into her hot entrance. Her walls pull you in immediately, hugging your cock so tightly that you have to stifle a moan "Fucking hell" you whisper instead. Belle exhales softly as you make eye contact with her then you slide yourself in all the way until you reach the hilt.

The look on her face is pure content as you begin to move inside of her. She watches you, not missing the subtle ways your facial features contort from the pleasure. "Fuck me" She begins to pull at the cuffs, fingers trying to grasp at anything while you pick up the pace.

If she wants to get fucked, I'll fuck her—is what you think to yourself as you lean over.

You're moving faster now, hearing a jumbled up mess of words that escape her lips as you do. She's saying your name like its a prayer, begging for it deeper, faster, harder all at once because she wants you to give her everything. "Fucking—please!! more..more..more" It sounds like she just might die if you don't. So that's exactly what you do, you give her probably more than she can handle.

The quiet bedroom now has the sound of your skin slapping against each other echoing throughout it, then there's that filthy sound coming from between your legs—her arousal is audible especially when you bottom out. It's almost like a splashing sound over and over again occurring fast with your punishing thrusts.

"You feel so fucking good, so fucking tight and wet for me" You spit, watching in real time as you dumb her down with your cock. She's blabbering about something, something about how your cock is too good, how she can't get enough of it. That's about all you're able to make out because she's cutting of her own sentences with loud moans then seemingly forgetting whatever she was going to say next.

You smirk a little because you've whittled her down to this complete and utter embarrassing mess. She wants to touch you—to feel your body and you can tell by the frantic way her hands are moving. You almost snicker at how pathetic she looks right now. "What's wrong? Gonna cum already?" Is the question you ask upon noticing that familiar breathing pattern "Go ahead, do it" you grit through your teeth.

She's gasping for air deliberately, like she has to remind herself to breathe. Still she's able to chant "yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes" right before the poor girl stops breathing all together. You keep it hard and deep as she goes silent, your grunts being the only other noise that can be heard over the filthy noises of your sex.

Her body stiffens, only moving from the impact of each of your thrusts. Then finally she exhales, legs shaking as she cums all over your cock like she's been longing to. Her cunt clenches around you so tight that it has you not too far behind her. You let your body fall onto hers so she can feel you close as you ride her body through her orgasm, your hips rolling forwards all slow and calculated. "Good fucking girl"

When she's finished you pull your hips back to slip your cock out of her. She whines, not liking the feeling of being empty but she doesn't say anything about it. "Where should I finish?" You question her, lifting your body off of hers. You get off of the bed and reach for the nightstand where the keys to the handcuffs are.

You grab them, then you un-cuff her "I'll be happy with whatever you choose, sir" she whimpers, breathing heavily as you move to flip her over.

It's a bit difficult to get a good grip on her sleek skin, but you're able to do it so she's flat on her stomach "Hands and knees." Belle immediately finds the strength to do so, pulling her body up so that she's in the position you've asked her to be in. You get behind her and your hands find her waist "I think I wanna cum in this tight pussy" You mutter, guiding your sensitive tip to her stretched cunt.

It's begging to be filled again, to be pumped full of your seed.

"Then breed me babe" She breathes, pushing her ass back in an attempt to get you inside when she notices that you're teasing. You only smirk, then you part her lips with your tip, gathering up all the clear slick between her legs. "Come on" Belle moves her hips side to side.

First you run your palm over her soft, round ass and then you slap it harshly. She lets out a pleasureful shriek as you watch the red shape of your hand form on the pale skin. You run the same hand up her hips and stop at her waist which you grip tightly before slip your cock back into her needy cunt.

You put your other hand on her waist, holding her in place while you push your hips forwards. "Christ" You groan because she's way tighter in this position. Starting off slow seems like the right move at first because she's whimpering, so you do.

Until she lets the side of her head rest on the mattress, so she can look at you the best she can in this position. "Don't be afraid to get rough with me babe, I can handle it" She bites her bottom lip so hard you fear she might draw blood. "Use me" She begs you for the nth time with that perfectly seductive voice of hers, making it so hard for you to hold back. You weren't even sure what you were even holding back for anyways.

So while keeping a good grip on her waist, you begin to jackhammer your cock into that wet warmth. "Fuck!" A broken scream tears through her lips and it almost worries you but the lust takes over. You keep hearing it in the back of your mind. use her, use her, use her. So much that you don't care if you're going too hard "Yes! you're fucking me so... fucking good sir!" She keens.

You lean over and reach your hand to find a grip on her hair. She gasps at the sweet pain that comes with the rough pull of your fingers and she's forced to hold herself up with her arms again—which she can barely do. "You're fucking dripping baby" You grunt, getting off on the sharp crack that booms each time your hips come in contact with her round ass. "Such a good slut... taking it so well for me"

"Please" She whines, and you're not entirely sure what she's begging for "Please"

"Please what princess?" You almost growl, feeling your abs begin to burn.

She swallows thickly, moaning like she can't control herself. "f-f-fill me up.. I fucking—God—I fucking need it"

It's coming, you can feel it in your balls. Her cunt is gripping you so perfectly, so smooth and slick that every drag has your jaw clenching and your mind going blank. You're so unbelievably close to stuffing her full of it--it's the only thing you can think about right now. "Yeah... Belle, gonna fucking... cum in you" Your breaths are labored now because the force you're fucking her with is tiring you out.

"God I'm gonna fucking-" Belle squeals, then a rush of clear liquid begins to spill out from between her legs and her mouth hangs open. The pressure almost kills you right then and there but you keep moving, you can't get enough of her. Even when another—more powerful—burst comes out you only grunt as it runs down her legs and stains the sheets.

"Ah...look at you—squirting for me" You'd chuckle if you weren't so close right now. You end up slowing it down, thrusting hard and deep into her cunt slowly. One. Belle shrieks. Two. She moans deeply. Three. She bites her lip. Then four and your cock is pulsing and throbbing wildly inside of her the second you bury it inside of her on the fourth thrust. You moan loudly as you fill her needy cunt with your seed. There's so much that it's dripping down the side.

You can only sigh the little bit of breath you have left as it continues, your voice too broken and fucked up to do anything more. She only hums sweetly, giggling as you let go of your grip on her hair and your body collapses onto hers so you lay flat on the bed.

"Holy shit" You swallow, then you gather up the strength to sit yourself up and you put your hand on her now red ass, rubbing the cheek as you catch your breath. "Good girl" Then you remember that you should probably pull her out of her hypnotized state. "Sit up and close your eyes" You breathe. It takes her a moment, you watch as she sort of struggles to do as you say but eventually she does. "At the snap of my fingers, you will wake up"

You snap your fingers and her eyes open "Oh my God" is the only thing that comes out of her mouth. Her expression is unreadable and you're not sure if its a good thing or a bad thing for a second. Then Belle smiles and she climbs on top of you. You're surprised, but you allow it because the second she leans in to kiss you it just feels right. She pulls away "What the fuck? That was so hot" It's like she herself is surprised that it worked too.

"You remember?" You ask, knowing that sometimes people lose memory after they've been hypnotized, but it seems like Belle didn't.

Belle nods her head "Every second" Then she kisses you again "Especially when you fucked my tits, you could've told me you were into that" she teases, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"I know you, you would've laughed at me"

"But I still would've let you do it" She nods

You tilt your head playfully doubting her words "Sure" Is all you say before she pushes you back so that you're laying down.

"Shut up" She mutters before putting her lips on yours again and you're both smiling into the passionate kiss, feeling that familiar fluttering feeling in your stomach. "Thank you for trying this out with me" She seems genuine about it.

You shake your head "I'll try any kinky shit you throw at me"

and there's no doubt you would

#Kiss of Life #Kiof belle #Kiss of Life Belle #Belle #kpop gg #kpop idol #smut #male reader #belle x male reader #hypnosis #hypno fantasy #hypno k1nk #mind control

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chunghasweetie · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍’ 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | J.JK

— pairing | fem!oc x husband!jjk

— summary | jungkook’s been working non stop and you’re finally sick of repeating yourself (healthy argument)

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best) medium angst, workaholic jk, makeup sex, mentions of breeding kink, unprotected sex

— word count | 2.8k words

— song suggestion | thinking about you — ariana grande

He knew he messed up. Big time.

It was very late at night. Damn near 2am.

Jungkook had just barely arrived home to a silent house. He walked into his twin babies room, noticing that both baby Hiro and baby Liyah were already asleep for the night.

He hadn’t seen them in days.

He was working like crazy recently, going into work when he really didn’t need to.

He ran his own car line and was always on top of it when it came to work. The last month he had hardly ever been home long enough to interact with his family.

His wife knew what she was getting into when she married him. She knew his company was important to him and she completely understood.

But recently things had been different lately. He was missing doctors appointments, events, and simply quality time with her and their babies.

The twins were around 7 months old and were definitely a handful for his wife. She could handle everything on her own but it wasn’t always easy.

She needed him.

Tonight he really messed up.

He opened his room door, seeing his wife on her phone. He had promised her that he’d get off early to attend a family gathering but he chose to work again.

He knew she was greatly upset. “Hey baby” He announced his presence, cracking their door open behind him.

“Hey.” She replied dryly, not looking up from her phone.

She was beyond pissed and he could instantly sense it.

Jungkook walked over to her side of the bed, sitting down beside her. He knew she was upset with him, and he couldn't blame her.

"Y/n,I'm sorry. I really am." His voice was low, sincere, and full of regret. “I just got caught up baby.”

She didn’t say anything, simply rolling her eyes.

Jungkook's heart sank as he saw her roll her eyes. He knew he hurt her, and it was killing him inside.

He reached out and gently took her phone, setting it aside on the nightstand. "Baby, please look at me. I really am sorry."

“It’s fine, Jungkook.” The irritation was visible on her face. He’s been working all day and night and she needed him around.

She hardly ever seen him. He promised her he would go with her and he still didn’t go. She was hurting.

Jungkook felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he saw the hurt and disappointment in her eyes.

"Baby, I know it's not fine. I messed up. I promised you that I would go to the party with you, and I didn't show up." He admitted.

“You know how fucking embarrassing it was?” She looked at him.

“I looked like a hot mess today Jungkook and everyone felt sooo bad for me and I felt so humiliated” She continued.

Jungkook's heart ached as he saw the pain and embarrassment in her eyes.

He took her hand in his, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of her hand. "I'm so sorry, baby. I should have been there with you. It must have been awful for you."

“Yeah you fucking should’ve.” She rolled her eyes once more. “You begged me for a fucking baby and I gave you twins and you can’t even show up for them. I’ve been doing everything myself.”

Jungkook's heart sank as he heard her words, a knot forming in his stomach. "I know, baby. I'm sorry. I never meant for you to feel like you’re on your own."

He pulled her into a tight hug, pressing his lips to the top of her head. "I’m so sorry gorgeous.”

“Jungkook we’ve had this conversation so many times.” She shook her head “You’re a fucking workaholic.”

He knew she was right. There was no denying he was putting work over his family. He knew he had to make a change.

Jungkook sighed as he felt her frustration and disappointment. He couldn't believe he had let things get this bad between them.

"You're right, Y/n. I've been a workaholic, not giving you the attention you deserve." He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes.

“It’s not even me it’s your kids you need to be there for. I know they’re babies and they won’t remember but they still need you Jungkook. I need you.” She sniffed, obviously stressed and fighting tears.

“You missed it, earlier at the function Hiro was trying to crawl.” She then broke down, letting her tears fall. “And you missed it.”

“Fuck.” Jungkook listened to her, realizing the true extent of the damage he had caused. He felt guiltier than ever.

"I know, Y/n. I've been selfish, thinking only about work, neglecting my children and my beautiful wife." He sighed. “You shouldn’t have to suffer on your own.”

“I just want change. I-I just don’t know what else to do.” She sighed. “Both twins were crying and needy. E-Everyone was doubting me like I couldn’t take care of my own kids.”

Jungkook's heart ached as he heard the pain in her voice. He couldn't bear the thought of her feeling alone in this, feeling like she wasn't doing enough.

He reached out and gently took her hand. "Listen to me, Y/n," he said softly, "You are the perfect mother. You are capable and strong and loving.”

He continued, “I was wrong to leave it all on you and I promise that I will change. I will be there for our children, I will support you in every way possible. And to those who doubt you, let them eat shit."

She cried more at his words, hardly able to compose herself. Jungkook's heart swelled with love at the sight of her emotion.

He pulled her into a tight embrace and whispered soothing words into her ear. "Shh, it's okay, mama. I'm here for you now, always. I will never let you down again."

“Please mean it this time.” She hiccuped.

Jungkook cupped her face gently and locked eyes with her.

"I have never been more serious about anything in my life. I love you and our children more than words can express. I promise you, I will do whatever it takes to make things right and earn your trust back."

Jungkook's heart ached at the sight of her tears.

He pulled her into a kiss, caressing her back gently. "It's okay, mama. I understand. I'm here for you now. What do you need me to do to make you feel better? I’ll drop everything immediately for us baby.”

“Can you just stay home tomorrow? Spend time with the babies— That’s all I want.”

Jungkook smiled softly at her and held her closely, rubbing her back soothingly.

"Of course beautiful. I will stay home tomorrow. I will be here for you all day, just like you deserve. I love you." He then kissed her forehead.

“I’ll stay home with you tomorrow, the next day, next week, next month. Shit, I’ll stay home with you until they’re in preschool.” He told her, making her eyes widen.

He knew he needed to do this. Her crying and confronting him gave him the wake up call he really needed. She didn’t deserve anything he was going to her and the kids didn’t deserve it either.

He wanted a baby so bad and he was fortunate enough to have his wife give him

two. He was taking that all for granted and

he knew that now.

“I love you too.” She wiped her eyes.

Jungkook's eyes shone with love and devotion as he looked at her. "I am so lucky to have a wife like you, mama. You are my everything."

He gently wiped away the remaining tears and hugged her tighter, feeling his heart swell with love for her.

“I’m luckier. I know I complain and I bitch at you a lot but I do really love you.” She told him, pecking his lips.

Jungkook's heart fluttered at her affectionate peck on his lips.

He smiled, feeling grateful for her. "You are amazing, mama. And I know we have our moments, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Jungkook chuckled and deepened their kiss, feeling his love for her grow even more.

He kissed her passionately, savoring the taste of her lips and feeling his heart race with excitement. "I would do anything for you, Y/n. You’re my world.”

Jungkook smiled against her lips, feeling his heart swell with happiness. He deepened their kiss even further, his hands roaming over her body possessively. "You make me complete, mama. You are my weakness."

“Am I?” She giggled against his lips.

Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle at her teasing tone. He nodded and nuzzled his nose against hers.

"Yes, you are. You have me wrapped around your finger, and you know it." He gave her lips another kiss.

He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't stop himself from kissing her. "Mama, you make me so happy." He whispered the words against her lips, before pulling back slightly to look at her. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you babe” She blushed.

"I wanna make this up to you" He leaned down to kiss her neck, making her giggle and squirm in his arms.

She let him kiss all over her neck, loving how much attention he gave her.

He moved his lips from her neck to her lips, kiss immediately turned hot in seconds.

She made out with him on their bed, giving wet sloppy kisses.

Jungkook groaned as she started to kiss him, his arms tightening around her as he returned the kiss.

He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't stop himself from deepening the kiss. "Fuck mama..."

The two hadn’t got into it in some time. He had been working and she was always occupied with something else.

Now with built up emotions, it was just the time to ease up with one another.

Jungkook pulled back slightly, looking at her with a heated gaze. "You are so fucking beautiful."

He leaned in to kiss her again, before pulling back and standing up from the bed. "Wanna have you now. Gotta show my woman some

love.”

“You’re gonna make it up to me like this?” She bit her lips

“You want it don’t you?” Jungkook smiled into the kiss, his hands reaching for her silky pajama shirt. He tugged it up over her head, revealing her lacy red bra.

"You are so fucking hot, Y/n." He whispered against her lips, before leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss once more.

“I know. You have a hot wife who still tries to look good for you.” She smirked against his lips.

Jungkook chuckled, his hands reaching for the clasp of her bra. "And I’m beyond grateful. She’s the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Getting impatient baby.” She licked her lips, eyeing him.

Jungkook groaned at her words, his hands reaching for the button of his pants. "You have no idea how much I want you, mama."

He murmured, before pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his hard cock. "I'm going to do you so good baby.”

“Better not disappoint me.” She replied jokingly.

Jungkook chuckled, leaning in to kiss her again. "I would never disappoint you and you know that.." He whispered, before guiding himself inside of her.

The couple both gasped as he slipped himself inside.

“Oh fuck” He looked down. “Missed this so much. To think I was missing this for work.”

“Fucking finally. Needed this.” She cursed, still taking him in. She was desperate for him.

Jungkook groaned at her words, thrusting deeper into her. "You feel so fucking good, mama." He growled, his hands gripping onto her hips as he moved in and out of her. “So fucking tight.”

“You could’ve been had this.” She hummed, “That’s your fault.”

"I'm sorry, mama. I know I've been working a lot lately." He whispered, kissing her neck. "But you're all I think about when I'm gone. I promise.”

“You sure? Prove it then.” She cocked her eyebrow.

Jungkook smirked, going harder into her, showing her just how much he loves and desires her.

"You think I'm not capable?" He growled in her ear before kissing her hard as he continued his thrusting. "You're the only thing on my mind."

Jungkook slammed into her, making her mouths shoot open in surprise at his new brute force.

"I'll take care of you real good." He promised, only after a few more hard slams into her. "So fucking beautiful. All mine.”

“Shit you feel good.” She whimpered, trying not to make too much noise. “Fuck that’s it.”

Jungkook smirked at her. "I know it does, mama." He whispered, his lips barely leaving her ear as he continued to thrust into her. "That's right. Take it baby.”

“So good— Missed this dick so much” She confessed.

Jungkook's eyes roll back as a moan of pure pleasure leaves his mouth. "Fuck, mama." He breathed out through clenched teeth.

"I missed this pussy, more than anything." He said, before picking up the pace, making their skin slapping louder and louder.

“My woman” He mumbled into her ear. “My wife. The mother of my kids. Rely on me more. Please.”

He continued. “Gonna fucking take years off work all for us. Gonna make more babies with you. Should I fuck another one into you tonight? Hm?”

She was beyond heated, unable to say anything but simply nod.

Jungkook chuckles as she admits what he already knows. "That’s it pretty girl" He groaned, slamming into her even harder at the revelation. "I haven't felt you like this in so long, I was fucking dying without you, Y/!.”

“You should’ve stayed home with me more— fuck.” She moaned quietly, “Only using my fingers was killing me”

Jungkook's thrust became wilder at her words, it's been so long since he heard her moan his name like this. "Fuck, mama. I will, I swear. I'll stay home with you every fucking night, no more having to do everything yourself.”

Jungkook leaned down, trailing kisses along her neck, then whispering against her lips.

She returned the energy. She made out with him roughly, taking her frustration out on him and letting it all go.

Jungkook deepened the kiss, pulling her closer and letting her release her frustrations.

His hand reached down, gripping her ass and pulling her even closer as he thrusts harder into her, grunting into her mouth. "Love it when you fuck me back, just like this."

“Can’t help it.” She fluttered his mouth with open mouthed kisses, whining.

Jungkook growls at the sound of her whine, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he gets closer to his release. "Fuck, I love it when you're like this. So fucking needy and eager for me."

“Been needing this dick for months now” She groaned into his mouth.

Jungkook smirks against her lips, his hand reaching up and gripping her throat gently. "I know, mama. I made you wait and I’ll never do that shit again. You deserve this shit every morning and every night."

“Better fucking mean that shit too.”

Jungkook chuckles, leaning down and sucking on her neck, biting down and leaving a bruise. "All to myself. I’m so lucky.”

Jungkook thrusts into her harder, losing his rhythm as he approaches his release. "Fuck, yeah, that's it. Come for me, mama. Show me how much you love my dick."

“Shit” She curses, “Fuck mm so close Jungkook.” She gripped on his hair roughly before finally reaching her high and cumming.

Jungkook groans and thrusts a few more times before he finally reaches his climax, filling her up with his hot seed, gripping her hips tightly.

"Fuck, Y/n. You got me going to make me fucking crazy with that tight pussy for years now.” He panted, trying to catch his breath.

“You look pretty with that afterglow.” Jungkook chuckles and kisses her forehead before standing up and grabbing a warm washcloth to clean her up.

“Such a gentleman.” She blushed.

"You're always so fucking cute, baby. I love it." He says, smiling warmly at her before helping her sit up and cleaning her down there.

“Thank you baby.” She caught her breath.

“Although you made it up to me right now, I really want you to spend more time with me and the babies.” She exhaled. “They’re only this age once.”

Jungkook nods, setting the washcloth aside before crawling back into bed and pulling her into his arms.

"You're right, mama. I'll make sure to spend more time with you and the babies." He says, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll be around 24/7 now baby. You never have to worry about me again.”

“Okay baby.” She pecked his lips, “I love you.”

Jungkook smiles and pecks her back before wrapping his arms around her. "I love you too, mama."

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myth1cs · 5 months ago

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Soulmates (Hirai Momo & Myoui Mina x M!Reader)

I FINALLY finished writing this. I'm done, I'm never writing a one shot this long again.

Read part 1: Love Warning (smut)

Word Count: 7,004

1 month after the events of "Love Warning"

As you were sitting in your office you got a phone call on your office phone.

"Hello?"

"You know what I'm calling for Y/N."

You took a deep sigh, hung up the phone, and made your way to Momo's office.

Ever since you took back the job you quickly realized why you wanted to quit in the first place. The only thing keeping you was the promise of sex with your boss.

Knocking on her door you waited for her to say "Come in." before you went in. "Go ahead close the door and lock it for me Y/N." she told you and you obliged.

"What's wrong Y/N is something on your mind?"

"It's nothing." you state as you make your way over to her.

"You suck at lying just tell me Y/N."

"No really I'm fine."

"I won't let you lick my pussy ever again if you don't tell me what's bothering you. Now tell me what's wrong."

You sighed, there was no getting past her. "Look it's just that I feel like doing this job is wearing me down. The only thing keeping me here is-"

Momo cut you off "Shh no need to say more Y/N I understand. I'm sorry I never paid much attention to your needs. How about you take a week off and I'll have Mina cover your work. Will that work for you?"

"Would that really be fine?"

"It'll be fine. Don't worry I'll let Mina yell at me."

"But who will take over Mina's work?"

"I can do it."

"No Momo I can't take a break if it means that you will have a bigger work load."

"Y/N I'm your boss and it's my job to make sure your mental health is okay. So please let me do this for you."

You knew there was no convincing her otherwise.

"Alright."

"Go ahead and go home and I'll go ahead and call Mina to tell her about her work change."

"Thank you Momo."

You walked out the door and headed to your office to grab your things before you went home.

"H-Han? Why are you in my office?"

"I've been looking for you Y/N."

"Why?"

"I just wanted to check up on you. Lately you've been behaving a little more ... I don't know how to say this without it coming off as weird but I feel as if you've been a little more depressed recently. I just wanted to check up on you maybe ask if you wanted to hangout with me on my lunch break."

"Han I don't know what to say."

Even if you didn't say it you were a little touched by the fact that Ji-sung noticed your struggle. Even Momo who you saw every day didn't notice. Though it was likely that she didn't notice cause she was too busy giving you head.

"Shit did I miss the mark Y/N? I'm sorry that was unprofessional of me."

"No Han it's fine really. But I should tell you that I got a week off from work so my mental health should be fine."

"I'm glad to hear that. Just call me if you ever need someone to complain to."

"Will do."

Suddenly Han's phone buzzed and he pulled it out to check it.

"Damn it."

"What happened?"

"Lee Know is upset I didn't finish my work yesterday."

"Good luck with that."

Han left the room and you started to collect your things.

When you finished collecting your stuff you started heading out but before you could even make it out of your office doors you ran into yet another coworker.

"Mina what are you doing here?"

"So you're going on break for a week?"

Ignoring your question to ask her own ... typical.

"Answer my question first asshole."

"Feisty today huh? Would you do the same if I was Momo?"

"Quit yapping and get to the point."

"Don't you know patience is a virtue? But fine I'll cut to the chase, do you live alone Y/N?"

"Yeah I live alone."

"Good give me your address now."

"Why?"

"Don't you think it's time for you to call someone else your mommy? Momo is focused on giving you pleasure but no one has focused on giving you pleasure. I just want to give that to you."

"What's your relationship with Momo?"

"If you give me your address I'll answer your questions."

"I'll text it to you Mina."

"It wasn't that hard now was it Y/N?"

She smiled at you before she left your office.

You still had many questions to ask her. What was her relationship with Momo and why was she so interested in you?

"I'll think more about it when I get home." you thought to yourself.

Once you arrived home you went straight to bed exhausted from the work you've been doing without even bothering to change your clothes.

Before you could fall asleep you heard a knock coming from your front door not long after you laid down on your bed.

"Who the fuck is knocking, why can't they leave me alone?"

Getting up and making your way to the front door. You opened the door and saw Ji-min (Karina) on the other side.

"Karina why are you here and not at work?"

"Today is my day off. The real question is why are you here?"

"I'm on a week break."

"Why?"

You didn't want to tell more people than you should. Karina was the type of coworker that couldn't keep her mouth shut about anything. Not long after she mistakenly thought you hit on Mina she started to talk about it with everyone which started a rumor that you had a crush on Mina.

A few of your coworkers brought it up to you and you had to explain the situation to them. Though you were unsure if the rumors ever reached Momo or Mina.

"I just want a break from work."

"I feel that. So how's it going with Mina?"

"Karina!"

"What? I just want to know if you took any of the advice I gave you."

"Are you just here to bother me?"

"No I'm not, how about you let me in your house."

You moved out of the way and let her in. Karina walked in and walked around your house.

"It's rather small no?"

"Yeah, well I don't want a big place."

"Won't you get bored if you stay here all week?"

"I'll manage."

"Y/N that's sad. How about we go to an event at the end of the week?"

"Event?"

"There's an event going on tonight down the street called "Soulmates". A select few of people will be accepted and get the chance to mingle with others who were accepted."

"I'm not interested."

"Come on if your not going to talk to Mina you might as well try to see if you can get a girlfriend."

"I'll think about it."

"Today's the last day they'll take submissions though!"

"Whatever just sign me up yourself."

"No you have to do it yourself!"

"Why?"

"Because they'll want to interview you."

A low groan came out of your mouth and you knew Karina wouldn't leave you alone unless you agreed.

"Let's go then."

"Would it kill to be able to relax?"

...

Once you arrived at the place where the "Soulmates" event would be taking place Karina led you to the registration area.

There weren't as many people as you thought there would be but then again today was the last day so most people probably already signed up beforehand.

Once it was your turn you walked into the room and sat in front of a woman who was holding a clipboard.

"Please state your full name and what sex you identify as."

"Y/N L/N and I'm a guy."

"Do you prefer Men, Women, or Non-binary?"

"Uhm ... Women I think."

"What's your current occupation."

"I work as a secretary."

"Can you state for which company?"

"Tdoong Entertainment."

"A lot of applications from people who work there it seems." The woman said as she wrote on her clipboard.

"Wait there are others who signed up from the company?"

"Can you say who else who works at Tdoong Entertainment signed up for this event?"

"Sorry sir but I can't share that."

"That's fine."

"Anyways let's continue, so what would you say you're looking for in a partner?"

"Well..."

Once you finished answering all her questions she let you go and you met up with Karina.

"So how did it go?"

"I don't think they'll accept me."

"Why not?"

"I feel like she wasn't impressed by my answers."

"Don't say that Y/N I'm sure you'll be accepted."

"By the way the lady mentioned that other people from the company have signed up for the event. Do you know who else signed up?"

"Well other than me I have no idea who else could have signed up."

"I guess it's not my business regardless."

"Want to hangout at your place Y/N?"

As much as you wanted to tell Karina to go home you didn't want to sound rude by denying her offer.

"Sure let's go."

You and Karina headed back towards your house and you told yourself that you didn't really care if you got accepted. After all your having sex with Momo who you find attractive after all. Sure you both aren't "Official" but who cares?

Though you might not want to admit it you really wanted someone who could understand you and support you emotionally. You didn't care about sex with Momo, if she couldn't understand you were experiencing emotional distraught until you directly told her was she really your soulmate?

Once you both arrived at your house you went to sit on the couch and Karina followed you.

"So what are we doing Y/N?"

"Can you just leave me alone?" is what you wanted to tell her.

"Let's just watch a show yeah?"

"Okay, what do you want to watch?"

"How about you pick?"

Karina grabbed the controller sitting on the table and turned on your T.V. "What genre are you feeling?"

"Anything."

She gave you a sly smirk and put on a movie.

You didn't necessarily care about what she put on. Sitting back and closing your eyes trying to finally get some rest.

Unsure of how long you had your eyes closed you were suddenly waken up by the feeling that someone was wrapping their arms around you.

"Karina what are you doing?"

"Look at the movie Y/N."

Looking up to see the movie you saw it was a couple who were talking to each other in a bedroom.

"What about it?"

"Keep watching."

You kept your eyes on the movie but had issues hearing and watching the movie because you were still a bit hazy after waking up.

As the movie went on it suddenly turned explicit as the people in it were quickly discarding their clothes and were being intimate with each other.

It made you a little hot watching such an explicit movie to begin with but now you were watching it with a coworker.

Your cock was getting a bit hard and you were getting worried Karina would notice.

"Can we skip this scene? I'm not a big fan of explicit movies." You asked but Karina didn't answer your question.

Out of the blue you felt hands on your thigh. You looked down and saw that they were Karina's and they were inching closer to your cock.

You were getting nervous and tried to take her hands off of you but you weren't able to pry them off.

Karina's hands were now directly touching your clothed cock and your face was burning red. For the first time since her hands were on your thighs you turned to Karina.

"Y/N you know you can ask me for anything right?"

Unable to control your urges you latched your lips onto hers.

A heated exchange between both of you started and both of your tongues started exploring the others mouth living in the moment.

Your hands reached up for Karina's breasts and you gave them a firm squeeze which elicited a moan from her.

She wasn't about to forget about her own desires and started to rub your clothed cock which made you let out a low groan.

Now your heated exchange was getting sloppy with saliva pouring out of both of your mouths. You pulled away and now rubbed your tongue with Karina's as you changed your hand to the other breast and started to rub them.

You really wanted to tear off her clothes and feel her naked body. Karina however was already ahead of you. She started to pull up her shirt making it half way before you helped her take off the rest, throwing it, and leaving her in her black bra.

Reaching around her body you unclasped her bra letting them fall to the floor. Not wasting your chance you shoved your face in between Karina's breast and used one of your hands to squeeze her ass and the other you used to rub her clothed pussy.

"Ugh ~ Ah" Karina moaned. Her voice echoed throughout your house. Your tongue started to run all over Karina's massive breast and you were determined to make them sopping wet.

Karina moved her hands down your body and slid your pants off your body. She grabbed a hold of your hardened cock through your underwear and started to quickly pump it.

Your face was shoved so deep into Karina's breast that you were basically suffocating but in all honesty you wouldn't mind your final moments being spent in her breasts.

Karina however wasn't about to let that happen and pulled you away. You took a big gasp of air as you were finally able to properly breath for the first time since you shoved yourself in her breasts.

"Why did you pull me away?"

"There is still so much more pleasure to have."

Karina removed your underwear and her remaining clothing then proceeded to sit on your cock. "Ah your cock is stretching me out so damn good Y/N."

She started to ride you moving herself up and down. It drove you crazy how good her pussy felt.

"I bet Momo never fucked you this good!"

She could. But you didn't want to tell Karina that Momo fucked you better due to the fear that she might stop.

"Y-yeah ... totally."

Both of you were now sweating and you took the chance to lick her nipples which were being covered in her sweat. But did you even care?

"Your breasts are so soft and addicting."

"And you can play with them anytime Y/N. Just give me a call and I'll come right over."

Your cock was twitching and Karina took notice. She sped up her movements and you started to suck on her breasts harder.

Wrapping your hands around her body to pull her closer. The intense moment carried on for a few more seconds until both of you ended up cumming on each other.

Both of you were now sweaty and filthy. Your stress from your job seemingly faded as you released your cum into Karina's pussy.

The key word being seemingly. Truth be told sex was only a temporary fix. Eventually it would all come back again eventually and the stress would be stronger.

Though you weren't thinking of that at the moment. Your only concern was the woman who was sitting on you.

Karina stood up and reached out her hand to you.

"We're not done."

Even though you were exhausted you did want to have another round with her.

You grabbed her hand and she pulled you up. Both of you were having issues keeping balance while standing so you were both leaning on each other for support.

She led you to a wall and bent over for you. "Go ahead and fuck my ass Y/N."

Shoving your hardened cock into Karina you messed up her insides. Thrusting in and out at a rapid pace you were fondling with her breasts as you messed up her insides.

"Why do I listen to you so much?"

"Y/N is now really the time to ask these questions?"

You gave her breasts a rough squeeze.

"I just don't know if going to the soulmates event is a good idea."

"You're never going to get the chance to go if you don't cum in me."

Forcing yourself as deep as possible into her ass you came inside of her. Your cum was spilling out of her making a small puddle on the floor.

You pulled out and made your way back to the couch to fall asleep.

There was a loud banging on your door that woke you up. You checked the time and saw it was 2:30 AM. Who could be at your door at this hour.

Making your way to your door you opened the door and saw Mina on the other side.

"Why are you here?"

Mina's face went a little red.

"Why do you sleep naked?"

"What are you-"

You looked down and noticed that you didn't have clothes on. Suddenly you remembered that you had sex with Karina.

Quickly closing the door you rushed to your room and quickly put some clothes on. "Karina must have left after I fell asleep."

Going back downstairs to open the door for Mina and let her in your house.

"So do you sleep naked or were you having a one night stand?"

"Neither."

You led her to your kitchen and both of you took a seat.

"You don't have to lie to me."

"I don't owe you anything."

"Whatever, I'm here to answer your questions that you've had for me. After all that was apart of the deal for you giving me your address."

"Oh yeah."

"So what do you want answers to."

"How did you know Momo was going to have sex with me?"

"Are you talking about the first time you came to talk to me in my office?"

"Yes."

"I have history with her."

"What history?"

"Well ..." She took a deep sigh.

"I didn't think I'd ever tell anyone this but I guess I have to now."

You were still sleepy after getting woken up at night but you forced yourself to stay awake. You had to know more about Mina.

"Look before you were hired I had your position. I dealt with the same shit you have to right now and just like you I got tired of the job. I was going to quit and similar to you she begged me to stay ruining her health all for the sake of the company."

She suddenly stopped talking. Taking a moment to collect her thoughts. "Do you mind if I grab a glass of water?"

"Go ahead."

Mina got up and got herself a glass of water. Taking a sip before she continued.

"I was worried about her just like you."

"So does she do this with everyone?"

"I don't know but I don't think so."

"What happened next?"

"Well I did the same thing you did. And she also had sex with me just like you. She promised to do it with me whenever as long as I stayed. But then you were hired."

Mina gripped the glass cup. Taking another sip before continuing.

"Since you had more qualifications than me I got demoted and the deal I had with Momo was off and her focus was all on you."

"Is that why you didn't care about her?"

"Yes that's exactly why. Truth be told I only offered having sex with you for my own benefit."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I figured that if you preferred having me over Momo then I could convince you to quit and I would be able to be her secretary again. That way I could have Momo to myself."

"Wait were you just going to leave me after you did all this."

"You want the truth?"

"Yes."

"Yes I would have left you if my plan succeeded."

"I appreciate the honesty but damn."

"Well I originally came her to have sex with you but I'm sure you don't to after hearing it is only for my benefit."

"We could do it for fun."

"Yeah right Y/N. No offense but I don't like men."

"I understand. You're free to sleep here though I'm sure your tired."

"No I'm good."

"Suit yourself."

"I'll see you next week Y/N."

"See you."

Mina left your house leaving you alone once again.

"Guess I can scratch her off my potential "Soulmate" list."

The next day came and you weren't sure what to do. You settled on laying on your bed watching a movie when you suddenly received a message on your phone.

"Congrats Y/N you've been accepted to attend the "Soulmates" event happening at the end of the week! For further details please click on the link attached to this message"

You looked at the message and finally made your decision.

"I'm going to the Soulmates event."

The week flew by and you were waiting for the day the soulmates event would start.

On the day before the event was going to start you heard a knocking on your door. You went to open the door and to your surprise you saw Momo.

"Momo? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"I'm having someone else cover it. Besides I think we need to talk anyway."

"Talk about what?"

"You see I've been thinking and ... I just wanted to say that I'm sorry."

"What could you possibly be sorry about?"

"I should have realized you were struggling much sooner. And since I didn't I feel like I've been neglecting you in that way."

Your eyes softened. You never blamed anything on Momo after all you were the person who made the decision to stay.

"Don't say that Momo none of what I've been going through was your fault."

"But it is my fault."

You pulled Momo into a hug and held her tightly into your arms.

"Don't say that Momo. You have done nothing wrong but I wouldn't mind if you paid a little more attention to me."

She hugged you back and smiled.

"I can do that for you."

"Thank you."

"Hey Y/N I know that the company is going to be closed tomorrow but I won't be able to be with you tomorrow."

"That's fine I'll be busy myself tomorrow also."

"Really what for?"

"Personal things."

"Okay well take care alright."

"I will."

"See you back to work Y/N! And hopefully with a better mental state."

Today was the day the soulmates event was scheduled to happen. You got yourself ready beforehand and were now making your way to the event.

Once you found a parking space you started getting a little anxious. "What if I'm not satisfied with my soulmate? Or what if I don't even get one?" You thought to yourself but you tried to reassure yourself that everything will be fine.

You got out of your car and made your way inside. Once you stepped in you were directed to a room where other participants were.

"The event will start in just a few minutes sir. Feel free to chat with the others though."

Once you were in the room the quickly recognized a few of the people who showed up.

"Momo, Mina, Han, and Karina are all here?"

You didn't recognize the others.

You sat down at a chair next to someone you didn't know.

"Hey my name is Choi Ji-su but you can just call me Lia. What's your name?"

"Names Y/N nice to meet you Lia."

"Based off looks who do you have your eyes on?"

A bit out of the blue question and you weren't sure how to answer.

"Well ... no one really. I think everyone looks equally beautiful."

"That's such a boring answer you know."

"Well who do you have your eyes on?"

She pointed at a girl who was sitting at the far left.

"Her."

You looked at the girl Lia pointed to and you have to admit she was attractive.

"Hello everyone I'd like to welcome you all to today's soulmate event. Everyone here was selected by us. We wanted people who were different to have a chance to mingle with each other. Hopefully you all find a soulmate."

As the woman scanned the room she suddenly had a look on her face. "It seems someone didn't show up. I'm afraid to say that one of you will be walking away without a soulmate."

Everyone started to make their own count and realized she was right. A feeling of worry overcame everyone, after all no one wanted to be the person who left without a soulmate.

"Well regardless we'll move on. So first we'll let everyone have a chance to introduce themselves and then we can move on."

She left the room and everyone looked around to see if anyone would take the lead.

"Well I guess I'll start and we can just go left. Hello my name is Myoui Mina."

"My name is Kaito Yuki."

"Hirai Momo."

"Han Ji-sung."

"Yu Ji-min but I go by Karina."

"Kim Nam-joon but you can call me RM."

"Y/N L/N."

"Choi Ji-su but you can also call me Lia."

"Hwang Yeji."

The women walked back into the room and handed everyone a piece of paper and a pencil.

"Alright everyone I've given you a piece of paper and a pencil. Based on first impressions write down someones name. The person who has the most votes will get to choose 2 people to have lunch with on the top floor. Everyone else will eat here in the dining room. Feel free to write your own name. Give me your paper once you write down a name."

Nobody wrote down a name right away. It seems like everyone is putting some thought into their choice.

Yeji was the first to write a name down and give it to the lady. Afterwards more people started writing names and turning them in. Only a few people still hadn't written a name and you were one of them.

You were struggling to pick someone. There was no way you could find your soulmate based on luck.

"If I had to pick based off my limited interactions then I would have to pick..."

"The winner of the popular vote is Mrs. Myoui Mina. Mina once you pick the two people you want to take to lunch with then our staff can escort you to your room."

After Mina quickly scanned the room it wasn't long for her to pick.

"Momo and Y/N."

All three of you were led upstairs and into a room. "Feel free to have a moment to look over our menu. I'll be back in a bit to take your orders."

You and Momo sat next to each other while Mina sat across both of you. The room was silent, everyone was waiting to see who would be the one to speak up first. The silence was deafening.

Momo eventually cleared her throat.

"So Mina why'd you pick us?"

"I feel that I need to ... 'discuss' a few things with you."

"Uh-uhm."

"What are you talking about?"

You stayed silent.

Mina let out a sigh "Momo ... I love you so much. I don't want you to be with Y/N anymore."

Momo's cheeks turned red.

"I - I didn't know you felt that way Mina."

"You're so pretty Momo will you be mine?"

"What's pretty about me?"

"Your soft well kept hair, pretty face, and those massive set of-"

"Screw it Mina I can't wait any longer: kiss me."

Mina got up from her seat and rushed over to Momo. Her tongue slid into Momo's mouth. She put her hands inside of Momo's shirt, sliding her hands up and feeling Momo's abs.

"You're so strong Mo."

Momo smiled at Mina's compliment. She wrapped her hands around Mina's head and pulled her as close as she could.

Unsure of what you should be doing you kept watching the scene unfold in front of you. Part of you felt weird for watching them be intimate with each other but the other part of you couldn't muster up the will to look away. But you couldn't help but notice the difference in the way Momo had sex with you and how she's having it with Mina.

Mina raised her hands up Momo's body. Momo moaned into her mouth as she did so.

Before Mina could finish her foreplay a knock came on the door.

Quickly Mina got off Momo and rushed back to her seat.

"Have you three decided on your order?"

Mina and Momo were chatting with each other while you just kept your thoughts to yourself. Momo noticed and decided to rope you into their conversation.

"You want to join us next time Y/N?"

Looking up you saw Mina made a face of disgust at Momo.

"Why are you asking Y/N if he wants to join without asking me first? I don't want to have a threesome with a fucking guy."

"Mina it's rude to invite Y/N and not include him."

"I only invited him here because he was the only other person I knew. I'm not about to have some stranger watch us have sex Momo."

"But Mina-"

"What are you telling me you actually like men?"

"Well no but I kinda made a deal with him."

"Psh fine."

Momo leaned towards you and whispered into your ear. "Between you and me you're not that bad."

Not that bad?

"Th-thanks I guess."

"By the way Y/N if your filthy cock even lightly brushes me I will rip it off your body with my bare hands."

"R-right I understand."

"Damn Mina that's more harsh than I ever went with you or Y/N."

Before the next round of voting everyone had to make a gift and give it to someone. The three options were making a ring, mug cup making, and making a perfume.

Making a mug sounded bland but you weren't confident in being able enough to make a ring so you settled on making a perfume.

You sat alone for a long time and were a bit worried you were the only one to pick it until you heard footsteps coming into the room.

"It was Y/N right?"

"Kaito why are you here?"

"Couldn't leave you alone here."

"Well thanks for keeping me company."

"No problem."

You didn't want to sit in silence for the whole time so you decided to make some small talk.

"So where are you from?"

"I'm from Fujioka. I'm a student there actually."

"Really?"

"Yeah ... so where are you from?"

"I'm from ..."

"I've never been there but I'm sure it's nice."

"So who are you interested in?"

"Probably Karina, she was really caring and nice at the lunch we had. What about you, who are you interested in?"

"That's a hard question."

"Why's that? Momo and Mina had lunch with you did neither of them peak your interest?"

"More like they peaked each other's interest."

"Lesbians?"

"Yeah."

"That's good for them. But I guess you're a bit disappointed huh?"

"Its not that I'm just worried that I won't find someone."

"I understand how you are feeling. But maybe the person who your supposed to end up with is someone you haven't met or someone who you're least expecting."

"I don't know Kaito. I mean I was kind of in a relationship but I didn't feel happy afterwards. Only certain moments brought me joy."

"Well maybe you should look for different people. Those who can give you those feelings of happiness as much as possible."

"Thanks for the advice. I'll try to keep it in mind."

You couldn't say someone has necessarily brought you true "happiness". But then again...

When it was time to give someone your gift you thought back to Kaito's words.

Who has brought you the most happiness? Is that even measurable? But when you looked at their eyes. You felt relief almost a calming feeling. You walked up to them and handed them the perfume you made.

"Is this for me?"

"For you."

"Th - thank you Y/N I don't know what to say. I wasn't expecting this from you."

You simply smiled when you looked at their face.

"No problem. Besides I don't think I've felt better than when I was able to be around you."

Before getting to have everyone pick a soulmate everyone got a chance to talk to someone they wanted to.

Everyone picked the person they had their eyes on and it slowly reached your turn.

"Y/N Momo has requested to speak to you."

"Coming!"

You were led to the room and were left alone with Momo.

"Why'd you request to speak to me?"

"Y/N I know we talked yesterday but I just wanted you to know that I'll try harder for you."

"What are you saying?"

"I - I know you probably don't want me as your soulmate. But I just want you to know that I know I can't pick up on minor details but if you ever wanted to be in a relationship with me then I'd try harder to understand your emotions."

"Momo ... what about Mina?"

"I love her. But I was hoping you'd be okay if I switched between you and her."

You were second to last and you took your chance to talk to Lia a bit more. You weren't expecting your name to be called but to your surprise.

"Y/N someone has requested to speak with you."

"Who could possibly request to speak with me?" you thought to yourself. Momo is the only person who you had a romantic connection with so you weren't sure who would call your name.

"H - Han?!"

"Y/N its been a while huh?"

"Why'd you call me up here?"

"Well I just thought I'd get your advice on something."

"Go on."

"Well I was speaking to Karina but I also have been getting close with Yeji. I just don't know who to go for."

You chuckled

"Why are you laughing?"

"I just never thought I'd see you so worried about a relationship."

"Come on I can be fun to!"

"When you first asked to hangout with me I thought you would take me to a brothel."

"Y/N you wound me. You think I'd go to a brothel?!"

"You wouldn't?"

"Unless your taking me I don't think I would. Would you go to one?"

"Who knows maybe I'd go if you were there."

Han's face went a bit red.

"Oh how romantic, I see why Momo likes you Y/N."

"Come on you have to admit that it wasn't that bad of a line!"

The way people would pick there soulmate was the following:

One contestant would stand in front of the room looking away from everyone else.

The people who want to be with that person would stand behind them.

The person at the front would then turna round and pick who they want to be their soulmate.

Since only 9 people were there it seemed like one person would go home alone.

It was Mina's turn and only you and Momo were left.

"Let's go Y/N." Momo reached out her hand to you.

Begrudgingly you took her hand and both of you stepped up.

When Mina turned around she was a bit disconsolate to find out Momo was holding hands with you. She knew that if she wanted Momo you would have to also be there.

"Is it fine if I pick these two?"

The staff was rather surprised. No one has ever asked to take two people at the same time.

"Well ... I don't see why not."

Both you and Momo rushed up to Mina and hugged her.

"Ugh you idiot get off me."

Momo let go and backed away.

"No not you the other idiot!"

You couldn't help but laugh.

All three of you went to Momo's house after the "Soulmates" event ended.

"I don't get why you want Y/N to be a part of this Momo."

"I owe it to him."

"Just don't come near me Y/N."

Momo and Mina started undressing.

They both wanted to have sex but Momo didn't want to leave you behind.

You started to take your clothes off and Mina looked away.

"At least do it out of my eye sight!"

Once you all got undressed Momo jumped onto Mina.

"Mina you have such a pretty face. Will you let me ruin you?"

"Do whatever you want."

Momo started to give her hickeys. Roughly pressing her lips onto Mina and sucking to mark her. Mina rubbed her fingers on Momo's abs. They weren't as defined as hers but she loved them regardless.

"Your body is so precious Momo I'm so glad I can have you."

Not wanting to be left out you made your way onto the bed, being careful to not accidentally touch Mina and grabbed onto Momo's breasts while having your cock pressed against her back.

"Uh I love your hands Y/N!"

"Your breasts are so big Momo I want you so badly."

Momo had a rather big ego now that both you and Mina were fighting to give her pleasure.

Mina kicked you off the bed and wrapped her legs around Momo's waist. "Don't pay attention to him. Focus only on me."

She pulled Momo in closer and their breasts were pushed up against each other. "Mina I love you." Momo said as she reached for Mina's ass.

You got back on the bed and penatrated Momo's ass with your cock which made her yelp.

"Agh!"

"Momo are you okay?"

"I'm fine Mina."

Momo went down to Mina's breasts and started licking her nipple. "Your body tastes sweet."

"It's only for you to use Momo. Please use my body however you want."

Mina pressed her fingers on Momo's clit lightly and got Momo to moan. She felt the vibration on her nipples.

You sped up your thrusts into Momo's ass and Momo put her fingers into Mina.

"Please Momo go faster I want to cum on your pretty fingers."

Momo smiled and ran her fingers down Mina's sides. "Mina I want to enjoy your body as long as I can."

Mina was breathing rapidly.

Momo switched her attention to Mina's other nipples and started to squeeze the other.

She inserted 4 fingers into Mina and she took in a big breath of air.

"Ah! Momo keep going!"

She started to thrust in Mina at a steady pace and Mina started seeing stars.

Pulling your cock out of Momo you went next to her and pulled her head up.

"What do you-"

She wasn't able to finish speaking before you pressed your lips onto hers.

"Your lips are so soft."

You rubbed your tongue around her lips and Momo put her hand into Mina's mouth making her gag.

Mina's gagging faded into the background as your kissing intensified.

You stood on the bed aligning your cock to Momo's face. Momo took your cock in her warm mouth and ran her tongue around your hard cock.

She was sloppy with it making your cock wet and slippery making it easier to slide in and out of her mouth. You grabbed Momo's head and shoved her into your cock.

Tears ran down Momo's eyes and she was choking on your cock.

Mina wasn't happy with you stealing Momo's attention. She shoved four fingers into Momo.

She was getting overstimulated. Momo got your cock out of her mouth to get a breath of air. She choked up a lot of spit and it fell onto the bed sheets.

"Put your filthy cock back in your pants Y/N. This doesn't involve you."

Mina grabbed Momo and dragged her on top of her body wrapping her arms around her. She switched their positions so she was on top of Momo.

Putting one hand on Momo's breast and using her other hand to shove her fingers in Momo's tight pussy. Thrusting rapidly so she reaches her high faster.

"Mina your so-"

"Perfect? I know Momo don't worry you'll start seeing stars soon."

She sucked on her nipples twirling her tongue on her boob. Momo loved how Mina used her body.

"Momo your so perfect."

She came on her fingers and Mina licked her fingers. "Mhm you taste amazing Momo. I only want to eat this every day."

Momo was glad with the worship she was receiving and started to repay her. Momo put her pussy on top of Mina and shoved her fingers in her again.

Mina licked her pussy shoving her tongue deep into her. Momo couldn't handle it and gave up on thrusting in Mina and started to lick her pussy also.

This scene in front of you was making you horney to the point you started to pump your own cock to make yourself cum.

Momo came all over Mina's face. Mina squished Momo's butt while licking all of Momo's cum that she could reach with her tongue.

Not too long after Mina came all over Momo and she passed out afterwards.

"Momo that was amazing."

"I know Y/N. Want help with that?"

You nodded your head and Momo once again started sucking your cock. She used her hand to fondle your balls.

"Do you really think a three way relationship can work?"

"Of course Y/N I'm your soulmate just as much as I am Mina's."

Pulling out your cock, semen covered Momo's face.

You collapsed into her and she wrapped you around her arms collapsing onto the bed.

"I'll take care of you from now on Y/N."

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Can you find out who Y/N gave his gift to?

Starring: You Mina, Momo (Twice) Karina (Aespa) Han (Stray Kids) Yeji, Lia (Itzy) Kaito (Jujutsu Kaisen Phantom Parade) RM (BTS)

I apologize if towards the end the pacing felt more rushed. I got tired of working on this and just wanted to move on.

I didn't even proof read this because I'm just so sick of this.

#twice #twice smut #smut #twice x reader #twice imagines #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #momo smut #mina smut #karina smut #aespa smut

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covenofagatha · 6 months ago

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hiiii <33

Could you write something about Agatha being a little insecure about being older than the reader?

Maybe they're at a party and someone the reader's age is going to talk to her and Agatha feels jealous and a little insecure, but pretend not to feel anything?

Then they go home and the reader shows Agatha that she loves her more than anything :)

If it's not too much to ask, the reader could have an obsession with Agatha's breasts and... really like eating her out? (like, a *really* big obsession) (sorry, Mrs Fletcher is on my mind a lot lately)

sorry for the details, lol, this came to me in the middle of the night

and by the way, I love your writing <33 you write very well

and I'm looking forward to the but you are my stepmother update :D

kisseess <3

I may have changed the setting a little bit (I've been watching Succession and was influenced lol) but hopefully you like! Also, Mrs. Fletcher literally changed my life so I completely understand

I combined this one with another request for being obsessed with Agatha’s breasts

Happy New Year to everyone!

Glitter on the floor

When Agatha gets jealous at the company New Year's Eve party, you remind her that she has nothing to worry about

Word count: 4300

Warnings: oral sex, oral fixation, breast fixation, marking

“Do you think anyone would notice if we just leave before the party even starts?” You ask, throwing a stress ball up in the air and catching it without even looking.

You’re laying on your back on the couch in Agatha’s office and she snorts from her seat at her desk.

Unlike you, when Agatha said she was going up to her office to quickly read over a contract before the company New Year’s Eve party, she meant it. You had just followed her up here to see if she was willing to get up to any funny business.

“You don’t think they would notice that the CEO and General Counsel of the company aren’t at the company party?” Agatha asks amusedly, sarcasm dripping from her tone.

Spellbound Network is a multi-billion dollar news conglomerate that Agatha Harkness is the Chief Executive Officer of. She’s absolutely ruthless and doesn’t hesitate before tearing anybody and everybody down. Nothing will stand in her way of world domination.

As General Counsel, you’re a little less important, but you know that Agatha is right. The last thing you need is people speculating.

The two of you have been involved in a more than professional relationship for seven months now. It all started when you offered to stay late to help her finish up with some end-of-quarterly reviews before the deadline and the two of you had ended up going out for drinks when you had finally finished. Agatha had let her hair down and told you just how stressed she was, and you had stupidly told her that you could help her relieve some of that stress.

She had raised an eyebrow and you had taken it as a challenge. The next thing you knew, she was calling a car and the two of you were making out in the backseat on the way to her penthouse.

It had grown into a relationship, a relationship that no one else in the office knew about. Things were getting pretty serious, and Agatha had even brought up you moving in with her.

But you roll your eyes anyway. “It’ll be boring,” you drag out the last word slowly, sitting up to face her. “Wouldn’t you rather go back to your place, or even just stay up here?” You give her an impish grin and a wink.

It’s a lost cause. Agatha has never let you touch her nor has she touched you in the office.

She fixes you with a glare. “If you’re not going to behave, you can go downstairs and help set up for the party.”

You hum in acquiescence and you’re about to resume your position on your back when Agatha leans forward and props herself up on her elbows, pushing her visible cleavage together.

Your mouth runs dry. She’s wearing a long black dress with a low neckline that puts her breasts — that you may or may not be obsessed with — very much on display. You wouldn’t be surprised if she did it to tease you.

“Agatha,” you whine, trying to sound pathetic so she’ll take pity on you. You can practically taste her skin with how badly you want her.

She knows what you’re thinking, as always. “Stop,” she says without even looking up from her desk. “You aren’t going to goad me into touching you. Hasn’t worked any other time, isn’t going to work now.”

You pout. “What are you talking about? I’ve never tried to.” It’s a bold-faced lie and you both know it.

“Oh yeah?” She asks, at last looking up at you. “So when you got me that vibrator for the Secret Santa at the Christmas party, ‘not realizing that it was a public gift swap’; that wasn’t an attempt to work me up? Or when you just happen to come in here almost every day and knock over my pens so you have to bend down and shake your ass in my face?”

You can’t help but chuckle at the reminders of your brazenness. To be fair, you had genuinely thought that the Secret Santa swap would be done in a group but then the gifts would be opened alone. And much to your surprise, you were wrong and when Rio Vidal, the head of Human Resources, had announced that it was time for everyone to open their gifts, you had quickly dragged Agatha upstairs, making some excuse about a phone call about a breaking news story.

She had been furious at almost having to open your gift in front of the entire staff, and instead of having a very Merry Christmas Eve, courtesy of your generous gift and a well-placed bribe to the person who had actually drawn Agatha in the swap, she hadn’t touched you at all that night.

But Christmas Day was much better, when she had put you on your knees for almost an hour and you made her cum four times with just your mouth.

“You’re not letting those go anytime soon, are you?” You mutter.

She throws a paper clip at you. “Go downstairs and stop bothering me,” she orders, fondness still in her voice.

You huff a big sigh, one that tells her that just because you’re obeying doesn’t mean you’re happy about it, and walk over to place the paper clip and stress ball back on her desk. You straighten out your own dress, a long maroon one, and lean over to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

To your surprise, she lets you do it and she even deepens it, flicking her tongue against the entrance to your mouth. When she pulls away, her eyes are dark and you’re about to ask her to reconsider, but she ushers you away with her hand and turns back to the contract.

There’s not very many people in the lobby where the party is taking place, so you stand alone at a table and accept a glass of champagne from a waitress. It’s only ten pm and you know most of the staff won’t get here until closer to midnight, which would’ve been smart.

If only Agatha hadn’t insisted that you and her come in for the entire day and get ahead of all the stuff that’s coming up in the new year. She didn’t even let you go back to your apartment once you both had finished, instead letting you shower in her private adjoining bathroom.

And she wonders why you’re already so bored; you’ve been at the office for fourteen hours.

Still at least two more to go.

You take another glass of champagne and set it down next to your already half-empty glass. You’re going to need it once more people start showing up.

It’s not that you don’t like them, it’s just that…if the building was on fire, you’d only really think or care about saving Agatha.

“Hey there, General Counsel,” Rio says, slinking up to you.

You smile. She’s an oddball, but her wry sense of humor sometimes is the only thing that gets you through business trips. Besides Agatha, of course.

And it’s not exactly a secret that she has a bit of a crush on you. On paper, it would make more sense than you and Agatha. Rio is your age, and for all intents and purposes, doesn’t have any power over you, nor you her.

But you’re in love with Agatha, and older women have always been more your type anyway. You’re perfectly happy with being friends with Rio, and it seems that Rio is content with your relationship now too.

“Hey, Rio,” you greet, lifting your glass in a silent toast to her. She lifts up the other one and smoothly downs it in one gulp.

And then the elevator dings and Agatha steps out and you forget all about Rio and everyone else. Your eyes follow her as she glides through the lobby, not even looking at you once, and she picks up a plate of caviar while the Chief Financial Officer, Jimmy, goes to talk to her.

Rio taps her fingers to the rim of the empty glass. “So, I heard Harkness is thinking about acquiring Hex Industries for better tech.”

“Water cooler gossip,” you say dismissively, not wanting to talk anymore business for the day. You’ve done enough with that with Agatha. And then you lower your voice conspiratorially. “But I did hear that Jimmy got divorced again?”

It sends Rio into a fit of giggles and the two of you swap the details you’ve heard from various people and try to piece together what really happened. It does make the party go by faster and before you know it, there’s only about an hour before midnight.

You cannot wait to go home with Agatha and forget all about work and this party and just focus on her. Ever since she changed into the dress she’s wearing tonight, you haven’t been able to focus with how delicious her breasts look in it.

Some might call it an oral fixation, some might call it mommy issues, but there’s no denying how much you love to suck on her nipples. And to eat her out.

Fuck. You can’t be thinking about that. Rio is saying something, something now about Tony, the Chief Operating Officer, and you’re shifting your weight thinking about the sounds Agatha makes when you get your mouth on her.

You look around the room and you find her, standing alone, nursing her own glass of champagne. But what startles you is that she’s already watching you with a strange look on her face. You give her a small smile, your heart filling with adoration for the older woman, but she looks away.

“Will you excuse me for a second?” You say to Rio, who nods. You walk over to Agatha and slide up next to her, your hand brushing against her lower back. “You okay?” You murmur into her ear.

Agatha clears her throat and rolls her shoulders back and you have to make a pointed effort not to stare at her boobs that get pushed forward. “Just ready for this party to be over,” she says, voice clipped.

“Oh yeah?” You whisper, cocking an eyebrow. “What do you have planned for when we get home?”

She looks at you, finally looks at you, and you can see a guarded look in her eye. “We’ve had a long day, and this party won’t be done until after midnight. I’ll probably turn in.”

“Oh, Mommy, your age is showing,” you tease mockingly in a hush, wearing a dramatic pout, another joke about how much older she is that she usually rolls her eyes at and then makes a comment about how much you like it.

But she stiffens today. “Well, you’re more than welcome to go home with Rio if you want someone your own age.” The retort hits you like a punch in the gut and you’re left dumbfounded as she walks away, heels clacking on the floor.

Is she…jealous? Surely Agatha can’t be, she knows how much you want her and love her. She knows how willing you are to show her.

And maybe, just maybe, she’ll let you remind her right now.

You check your watch. Forty-five minutes until midnight. You can feel her gaze from across the room, but when you try to make eye contact, she pretends like she isn’t looking at you, and you make the executive decision to try something that will probably backfire.

Pulling out your phone, you pretend to take a call. You can feel her air shift; she knows that if someone’s calling you this late, it must be something urgent. You nod like you’re listening and then after a minute or two, you put your phone down.

You meet her eyes and tilt your head toward the elevator, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. This could backfire. She could get so mad at you.

But you have to try.

Agatha excuses herself from the small group of people that have congregated around her table and she follows you into the elevator.

“Who was that? What’s wrong?” She demands, and you almost feel bad for making her this panicked.

You shake your head. “Just wait until we get to your office.” You think it should be a hint, but she doesn’t pick up on it. Instead, Agatha chews on her bottom lip and tosses her hair back over her shoulders.

The doors ding open on the sixtieth floor and Agatha trails behind you, hot on your heels, as you take her to her office. You tell her to get on the couch while you draw the blinds to the glass windows facing the interior of the building, just in case anyone should happen to walk by. The television is on outside in the hallway and you can faintly hear the sounds of the New York Ball Drop show. A little over thirty minutes left.

“What is going on?” Agatha asks again, clearly exasperated by you dragging this out.

You turn around and almost moan at the sight of her sitting with her knees pulled up under her and her elbow propped up on the couch. This time, you really can’t help your gaze from darting down to her breasts and she snaps her fingers to get you to focus. “Rio’s just a friend,” you say bluntly, and Agatha scoffs.

“What does this have to do with anything?”

You slowly walk over and kneel down in front of her, pulling her legs out so that her feet are on the floor and you rest your chin on her knee and look up at her through your eyelashes. “There wasn’t a call,” you confess, already wincing on the inside at how she’s going to react. Her face remains stoic. “You were bothered by Rio and I talking.” It’s a statement, not a question.

But Agatha jeers. “Is this your excellent counsel that I pay you so much for? That I’m bothered? Don’t think I don’t know about the little crush she has on you.”

“So what if she has a crush? I don’t like her like that. You know I only have eyes for you,” you say, slowly inching the hem of her dress up her legs, waiting to be rejected.

Her hand slides up your head and fastens into your hair, tilting you back so you can look straight at her. “Oh yeah?” She asks, daring, challenging you to go further.

You swallow hard. “Let me show you?” You offer timidly, praying it’s the right answer and you’re not reading this wrong.

Agatha growls, a guttural noise deep in her throat, and she yanks you up and kisses you, nipping at your bottom lip. Her tongue forces its way into your mouth and you moan at the feeling, settling into her lap with your legs on either side of hers. She tugs at your hair and the sting makes you keen, only making you need her more.

You can’t even wait, you’ve been on edge for too long, and you trail your lips down her neck, scrape your teeth against her collarbone, and then she helps you take the straps of her dress off.

The second her breasts are free, you’re on them like you’re starving and they’re your salvation. You cup both of them with your hands, feeling the sturdy weight of them, and you knead softly, running your thumbs over both nipples. The dusky rose color stands out against her pale skin and you watch with fascination as her nipples harden under your gentle touch. Part of you still can’t believe she’s letting you touch her in the office.

Not that you’re complaining.

You swoop down and take one into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the little bud, and Agatha’s back arches off the couch as her fingers dig into your hair to keep you there. You’ve never felt more content in your life than like this, and you happily suck on her as the most delicious sounding noises fall out of her mouth.

Her free hand finds your hip just as your fingers tug at her nipple that isn’t being occupied by your mouth and you can make out what she wants. Without moving away from her, you shift and place a leg in-between hers, able to feel the heat radiating from her pussy through her underwear and dress.

“Fuck,” you mutter brokenly when she grinds up against your knee and you can feel just how wet she is.

Agatha huffs out a chuckle. “You love sucking on Mommy’s tits so much, don’t you?” She asks and you switch sides and hum against her skin. “Mommy loves it, too.”

You groan and take a break from directly stimulating her, instead, opting to lightly bite at the skin around her nipples, taking extra care to mark the curvature under them. She’s especially sensitive there, and her little gasps only spur you on.

After you’ve left sufficient proof that you were there, you pull back and admire your work and you sharply inhale. Her breasts are absolutely painted with red marks that will surely fade into bruises by tomorrow and her chest heaves, a ragged look in her eyes. Agatha is still undulating against your leg and you can visibly tell how turned on she is.

“Am I convincing you yet?” You ask, your voice coming out a little hoarse, and Agatha barks out a laugh.

Her wicked grin has a thrill running inside you and she shifts underneath you until you figure out what she is trying to do. It’s a bit awkward, but she manages to turn her body so that her legs are on the couch horizontally but you’re still on top of her.

She hums thoughtfully. “Think I might need a little more. If you’re willing, that is.”

Only too willing. You can’t help yourself from leaning down and giving her a hard kiss, pulling away and sucking one nipple and then the other roughly until she moans, and then you move down her body and bunch up her dress at her hips. You put your hands on her shins and guide her legs up so they’re bent, her heels on the couch.

And then you settle between her open legs and mouth at her sopping cunt through her underwear. A groan tears out of you before you can stop it at tasting the wet fabric, thick with her scent which you’ve become addicted to. You suck on her underwear, pulling the moisture out of it, and Agatha jerks underneath you.

“We don’t have all day, pet,” she says tightly and you can hear the television outside saying there’s fifteen minutes left until New Year’s Day.

You chuckle at her impatience and finally pull down her underwear. You wish your dress had pockets so you could store it for later, but you made do for just throwing it somewhere in her office.

And then you drag your tongue up her slit and absolutely lose yourself in the taste. There’s something so indistinguishable and indescribable about it, and you lazily explore her pussy, getting as much of her wetness as you can into your mouth. You vaguely realize that she’s wrapped a leg over your shoulder and her heel is digging in, the sting only turning you on more.

Small gasps are pulled out of Agatha’s mouth and her hips buck, trying to get more stimulation, but to no avail as you are completely focused on just licking her slowly. You moan into her and the vibrations make her whimper, but you almost don’t even hear it. This is your favorite place on earth, between her legs, and you don’t want to ever leave. She’s so warm and wet and responsive against your tongue and you fucking love it. Love getting her wetness all over your face, love feeling her clench around your tongue, love the taste and smell and how she reacts when you lap at her clit.

You do that now, and her thighs tighten around your head and she sighs like she’s finally getting some of the relief that she needs.

“I love your pussy,” you say, but the words are garbled. She lets out a muffled sound and you look up through hooded eyes to see her head strewn back in pleasure, dark hair fanned out beneath her, bottom lip between her teeth, and her fingers tweaking her raw nipples. The sight makes you moan against her again and her hips jump.

She looks down to meet your gaze and you feel the fire inside you only being stoked more when you realize that almost all the blue in her eyes is gone, entirely swallowed up by dark desire. “Please,” she begs, sounding more needy than she ever has since you’ve started sleeping with her. “Mommy needs this so bad.”

And the only thing you love more than tasting her with your mouth is making her cum with your mouth.

So you oblige, thrusting your tongue inside her and almost losing all composure when her walls flutter around it. She lets out a loud whine when your nose brushes against her clit and you keep doing that, curling your tongue inside her and moving your head up and down so she can get some desperately needed stimulation to her clit.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth is so good,” she practically sobs, and you can feel her throb. She never takes long, which is almost a shame because you’d stay between her legs forever if you could. Building her up, feeling her legs tremble around you, that’s half the fun right there.

But she needs it, and you can hear that it’s getting closer to midnight. Only a few minutes left.

You double the intensity, dragging your tongue over her clit again and again, feeling it pulse. You slip a hand between your own legs and groan at the wetness you find, fingers strumming at your own clit through your dress and soaked panties. Nothing gets you more turned on than Agatha’s pussy in your mouth, absolutely coating your face.

She’s pinching her nipples now and you almost lose your rhythm from wishing you were the one doing that to her, but you don’t falter. Wetness is dripping out of her cunt onto the couch below and you almost smirk at the thought of seeing the stain tomorrow.

Agatha better let you fuck her in her office more often. You clench at the thought of being under her desk, eating her out while she’s going through contracts or in a meeting or having lunch. Anytime you can.

“Fuck, fuck, baby,” she chants and you can hear the minute countdown start. You lick and suck and nip and her hips are moving furiously, grinding on your face and you can’t breathe but you don’t even care because she tastes so fucking good.

“Five…four…” You shove your tongue inside her and curl it up, stroking against the spongy spot that makes her gasp. “Three..two…” You scrape your teeth against her clit and she keens. “One…Happy New Year!”

You suck her clit into your mouth hard and that does it. She goes flying over the edge, wetness gushing out onto your face, and you blissfully lick her through her orgasm, not even realizing that she’s too sensitive until she’s tugging at your hair, pulling you away from her.

She brings you in for a kiss, a tradition when the clock strikes midnight on January First, but also something she always does when you eat her out, moaning at the taste of herself on your lips, and you don’t even care that you haven’t cum yet. You clasp her cheeks and your tongue sweeps into her mouth until you finally have to break apart to breathe.

“What a way to start the new year,” you joke and she laughs and fluffs her hair. She looks like a thoroughly-fucked mess, but also the hottest you’ve ever seen. You soften and press a gentle kiss to her lips. “You know I love you, right? I don’t care about how old you are, you know I fucking love that. You don’t have to worry about Rio, or anyone else, no matter if they’re my age or not. I want you and only you.”

Agatha smiles and kisses you again, and then kisses your nose. “I want all your midnight kisses, baby. I love you too.” It’s the most romantic thing she’s ever said.

And of course you immediately have to ruin it with a joke. “Office sex isn’t that bad, hm?” She pokes your side and you giggle.

“Let’s get back downstairs before anyone notices that we’ve been gone for so long,” she says.

You whine but reluctantly get off her when she pats your hips and she finds her underwear that was thrown to the ground. You both fix your make-up in the mirror and then you’re back in the elevator, descending the sixty floors. If anyone asks, you’ll say it was an emergency with an acquisition. But you doubt anyone will. The champagne is flowing and it’s a party.

Before the doors open, Agatha takes your hand, squeezes it three times as if to say I love you and then there��s a ding and it’s back to reality.

But she gives you a wink meant only for you when she toasts to the company and all the good things yet to come and a warm feeling fills you.

What a way to start the new year, indeed.

#agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness x reader #agatha x reader #agatha x you #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness smut #agatha smut #agatha all along #covsfics #glitter on the floor

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coupsalchemy · 1 month ago

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Hothouse Flower [Part 2]

Summary - Your five year relationship with him ended two years ago. You need to move on, have to, since you are the only one stuck in the past. Jeonghan moved on, happy, gallivanting away. When you finally agree to meet up a fellow heartbroken stranger set up by 'Get Love Quick', you didn't expect to see him there.

Tags: Jeonghan x f.reader, exes! au, second chance romance, angst, yearning, fluff, suggestive, SLOW BURN

Warnings: mdni, very suggestive, just a very angry Jeonghan, swearing, and a lot of grammatical mistakes as English isn't my first language.

Word Count: 20k (this part, total 40k)

Please read part 1

A's Note: I've been working on this for like four months. Please get ready for the angst and yearning. The birth of this story took place from Don't Wanna Cry Jeonghan falling onto his knees in yearning, and the song 'no one noticed by the marias'.

I wanted to write a story where reader gets to forget everything and be in the world of the fiction, enjoy momentary bliss instead of the bitter taste of life, at least for some time. So by the time you complete reading this part, next part would have already been uploaded. If I succeeded in making you forget everything and you enjoyed the fic please let me know so I can stare at your message for eternity in happiness.

Also I want to thank my two friends who have been patiently answering my questions, and kept on encouraging me all the time. If not for you two this wouldn't have happened. Thank you!!

divider credits to the rightful owner.

Jeonghan shifts in his chair uncomfortably. You made the mistake of meeting his eyes, the darkness in them pulled you in, his eyebrows pulled in, and a breath escaping his parted lips. You curl the stray hair falling on your cheek behind your ear, “no, I am good.”

Inhaling a deep breath you center yourself. One dinner and you will be on your way again. Nothing will happen. It would be like two long lost friends sharing a meal. Friends who know each other way too intimately. You set your purse on the table, dragging the chair out and sitting on it. The wetness of your palms leaves a handprint on the wooden table.

Jeonghan is still guarded, still holding up his walls. You read the signs, the clench of his jaw, and the fist of his hands resting on the table. Why are you seeing him again and again? Just when you thought you are doing better than you ever are. The cruel games of life always surprises you especially when it picks out your weakest spot and punches you there again and again. Jeonghan is that for you. Jeonghan is for you.

“Hi.”

Hearing his voice rattles the calmness you built with deep inhales and exhales, throws you on a road with oncoming cars and nowhere to go. Something warm, something him, and something you know all too well. “Hi.”

He searches your face, leaning into the table, resting his arms on the table. “How are you?” His tone softens like the whispers shared in the middle of the night.

The world fades away. All you can see is him, his sunken cheeks, tired eyes with black circles around them, and he has lost weight since you last saw him. Questions rest on the tip of your tongue— are you eating? Are you even sleeping? What happened to you? Too scared to ask him. Too scared to hear what you are avoiding to acknowledge.

“I am good.” You answer, your hand rests on the table, a few inches away from his. Your fingers stretch and clamp shut, close but far. “Doing good.”

“I can see.” The fluorescent lights glisten his unshed tears like a star sparkling in the night sky. He tilts his head to the side, “I am happy.”

His forefinger stretches, brushing your hand before sitting back in his chair. His long hair is ruffled, a few strays here and there. He must have trimmed the ends, you remember them being longer in the dark of your room. The black jacket sits beautifully on his shoulders bringing out his collarbones, the white satin shirt dones him well.

“I was scared,” he says, your attention moving from the bare skin to his pink chapped lips. “I couldn’t even hope of you sitting with me,” he pauses, “that too on a date.”

He is laying it down, this is a date and he isn’t going to take any other answer for it. You can run away now, if you want to. One look at him, his focused gaze is all you needed to tell he isn’t going to let you go now, not without a fight. You have seen this look on him when you went on a date with someone else.

You shrug in response, playing with the ends of the menu. “How do you know Sunhee?”

“Are you ready to order?” A waiter pops at your table before he can answer.

You hastily flip the menu reading the foreign words butchering the pronunciation in your head. The date at this restaurant had to be your first clue. Jeonghan has always been big on dining at places like this during your relationship, and it took him a while to tone it down and go to the comfortable ones you love.

“Can I order on behalf of you?” His question startles you. The waiter is scribbling down on her notepad before looking at you expectantly. Pink tints your cheeks, chewing on your lower lip you nod wearily. You feel so out of place. Jeonghan’s gaze lingers longer on you, and without a glance at the menu he just orders.

“No seafood, please.” You budge in hurriedly in case the waiter marches off.

“This is all chicken,” she smiles at you, “if that’s all will be back in a minute.”

You prick your fingers feeling his attention on you. “What?”

He swallows all the words he wanted to say, giving you a feeble, “nothing.”

Your phone vibrates causing the purse to clatter against the wooden surface. You ignore it thinking it might be Sunhee checking up on you. “So, how do you know Sunhee?” You have a lot of questions brewing in your chest but for now you settle for this. For now you will learn about things you can handle.

Jeonghan folds his arms across his chest, “I heard of her. Hansol’s girlfriend?”

You nod.

An affectionate smile curls his lips up, “that kid finally manned up, huh?” Seeing your confusion he chuckles scrunching his nose, “Hansol lives next to me.”

“You live here?” You reel back in your seat. Not in your wildest dreams did you expect Jeonghan to live in a measly town. “In Yangsan?”

“Why? Is it hard to believe?”

You don’t answer. You don’t even want to dare to think of the reason behind his move. Did he come to Yangsan because of you?

“I travel to Seoul every other week.” He answers your unasked question, a knowing smirk on his face. “But I do live here most of the time.” He looks out the glass window, “I love Yangsan. It has a different air. You know what I mean?”

The unasked question lingers at the table, between you and him. He looks at you expectantly wanting to hear it directly from you. A part of you is itching to ask, the part which didn’t die when he broke you apart and is dying to be with him again.

You don’t ask him, flipping the menu your finger trails across the drinks section. Alcohol might help you in sitting for this long dinner.

“You aren’t drinking.” He snatches the menu out of your hands and snaps it shut, setting it beside him. His arm reaches for you, he stops himself from touching your palm. “I’m sorry but I want you to be sober for this dinner. I want all of your attention on me. You can drink on our next date.”

You scoff at his audacity, “what makes you even think there will be another date?”

Jeonghan shrugs, “a feel.”

The waiter appears again by your side setting the cutlery shooting a customer friendly smile. Jeonghan mumbles a thanks. He checks his phone, poking his cheek with his tongue, eyes sliding across the messages.

“You are loved by many.” He sets his phone on the table, “I just got warned to be nice from Hansol. Tell me, how do you know him?”

“My coworker? Isn’t it glaringly obvious that we work in the same company—”you realise“—unless you forgot.”

Jeonghan frowns, “forget? I remember everything about you. Ask me something and I will walk out if I get it wrong.”

You are stumped for words. Clinks of the forks against the porcelain plates fills the space between you two. Your brain is thrown into overworking, stimulated from all the conversations. What is he playing at? He is talking about the next date when the current date is already hanging by a thread.

“I never got to ask Hansol where he worked.” He slices the silence with his sharp words, “knowing things were never kind enough to me in my life to have everything I wanted on a platter, I didn’t expect you to be so close.”

You blink at him, reanalysing the nooks and crooks of his words. Served on a platter? Did he really know that you moved here? Your parents learned that you moved after you got to Yangsan a week later. There will be no way he knows it before anyone, Seungkwan isn’t going to spill the beans, not especially to his mortal enemy.

“I know everything,” he answers. “I didn’t want to know where you are residing at,” his voice cracks again, “I didn’t want to pry when you wanted space from me.

“I was hoping, if not desperate, for you to pop up at every street corner I take or the beach I spent almost all my time at. To just get a glimpse of you, and want to see you be happy with my own eyes. I’m happy that you are finally happy.”

He is here. For you. For you. Your dead heart starts pounding as if you just ran a marathon, gasping for air, and his hand is clasping yours. Grounding you. His fingers press sharply into the back of your hand turning the skin white. He is mumbling some incoherent words, must be sweet ones because those words are lulling you.

“Jeonghan.” You stabilize yourself this time quickly, not wanting to dwell longer on the what ifs and what have been. “It’s not fair. I told you. I told you I didn’t want you to know.”

His dark eyes examine your features, the unease on his face fading once he makes sure you are okay. You weren’t but you aren’t gonna throw yourself in panic like you did on the blind date with him.

“Are you sure you don’t want me?” He shakes his head, “that’s not it. I just want us to exist together. I am happy as long as I am next to you, boyfriend or not.”

“You’ll be happy if I get another man?”

His eyes flash. The storm in his eyes is brewing, distant, imagining you with someone else. His hold slackens for a second and he grips your hand like his life depends on it. Did he feel the same way when you sent him the pictures of your date? You don’t know what to believe anymore, his radio silence after your break up or this Jeonghan who is absolutely feral about a single thought.

“Your food is here~” the waiter arrives carrying a tray.

You attempt to loosen your hand in his vice grip. He holds onto your fingers in a desperate attempt. One look from you and he lets go. The waitress watches our exchange awkwardly.

She serves a small portion of food onto your plate leaving you gawking at it in disbelief. The anger and the panic subsides, your hunger taking over your body, and these servings won’t ever be able to fill your stomach. You wait for the waitress to magically whip out the remaining portion of the food but she only smiles and leaves you again. Did you say you hate these fine dine restaurants yet?

“Come on,” Jeonghan picks up the knife and fork, cutting the meat into bite size pieces for you. The bracelet on his hands shines under the light, the one you gifted him. “Try it,” he pushes a piece to you with expectant eyes.

Your stomach flutters at his gesture. Damn you, Yoon Jeonghan. You follow his words, chewing on the food, the flavors burst out on your tongue, eyes fluttering close at the heavenly feeling. Alright you don’t exactly hate these restaurants. When you open your eyes Jeonghan is staring at you, his lips parted, and focus on your lips. You dab the juice on your lips, snapping him out of his daze.

“Worth it, isn’t it?” He is occupied in slicing his food into smaller chunks.

You cross your legs under the table, your foot nudging his leg. “Sorry,” you sit back, resting your leg to the side of his so you don’t touch him. “This is good and all but once you eat Halmae’s food you won’t eat anywhere else.”

He chews on the food, his eyes never leaving yours. “Really? Where is it?”

You poke another piece with your fork, “near my office. The perfect time to eat is when you are tired, sun is heavy and you just have to sit before the fan, and eat the first bite of her cold noodles. Heaven on earth.”

Jeonghan rests his chin on his propped up palm, “really? Should do it one day.”

You don’t bite onto his open invite. You are still unsure on why you are dining with him. He chews on his food, a small smile on his lips watching the gears turning in your head. You tap your forefinger on the table contemplating what his end game is. Sitting with him on a date is you being selfish for a bit. You want to see him, have his attention on you. Only you. Throwing caution to the wind and all the repercussions can be dealt later, a future you’s problem.

He didn’t know it was you Hansol set him up with. All these big talks about wanting you and still going on dates? It’s a Jeonghan move. Fresh after break up, coming out of five years of relation and he was going on dates after dates. It bruised your heart and also your self esteem. You have to question him, call him out on his actions not following his words.

“You are thinking,” he sets his cutlery on the empty plate. “Ask me.”

“Nothing.” You set your fork down. It turns out you are scaredy cat than you thought you were. “What are you doing in Yangsan? Working from home?” Last time when you checked his company doesn’t have branches or accommodate the option of working from home.

“Not really.”

He reads through the menu, his lower lip caught between his teeth. You lean back in your chair waiting for him to explain more only for him to divulge deeper into the menu. He isn’t going to expand more on his answer, uneasiness makes you restless in your seat. If he is dodging the questions something must have happened. You are terrified to find out, his answer can be from taking a leave or murdering someone, you never know with him.

“It’s nothing horrible,” Jeonghan says, not averting his gaze from the menu, the frown line between his eyebrows makes you want to run a finger to soften his skin. You catch yourself before falling into the endless abyss of him. “I am in between jobs.”

“In between? What happened to your old one?”

Jeonghan raises his hand signaling for a waiter. “Didn’t like it. Quit it.” He steals a quick glance at you, and talks with the waiter ordering more food. He is one hundred percent hiding something.

It isn’t your place to ask, you say to yourself. Whatever he does with his life, if he rots away or one day gets found in a ditch, it’s not your place to question. But how can you not care? He is yours—was yours. Could be yours again.

“Drop it, please.” Jeonghan says. “Tell me more about you, how’s your life here at Yangsan. Do you like it?”

He is all eyes on you, hands clasped together, desperate to change the topic. You let it slide this time, he isn’t yours anymore to sort his messes. “I love Yangsan,” you answer, and the heaviness surrounding him lifts off at the change of topic. “I didn’t expect to fall in love with a place but you know how life works.”

His smile is soft just like his smile. This is getting too much, the composure you have built till now is slowly chipping away at the ends, his soft smiles, and the loving gaze is reminding you of the days you tucked away in your heart. You want to stretch your hand, run it through him, hide yourself in his arms, and ask him how he really has been doing. But for now you say, “it took me some time to get used to the hospitality, they were so helpful—a little too helpful,” you chuckle, he does too and that sound does wonders to you, colors bursting everywhere, there it is your favorite sound.

Jeonghan’s smile falters, noticing the shift in you, he remembers you guess, he remembers that his laugh is the only thing that kept you afloat. There were times when you were dying to listen to it again, feel it under your fingertips, and let the sound of it give you strength to keep going. You were in shambles thinking you aren’t gonna feel it anymore, but when it is here, before you, so near and yet so far, you settle to just listen to it, a stranger whose laughs you know intimately.

Your phone buzzes in your purse, relentlessly, the messages going off. “Excuse me,” you check your device wondering who can possibly need you at this time of the day. Your breath gets stuck in your throat reading the caller id. Seungkwan. You look at Jeonghan who went rigid, glancing at your phone.

Seungkwan will kill you if he knows what you are up to. If he realizes you are, even if it is for a few minutes, entertaining the idea of having Jeonghan back in your life, one way or the other, he would strangle you to death, or preach you to death on how amazing other men are compared to Jeonghan. Anyone but Jeonghan.

For now, you let the call go to a missed call. You silence your phone and throw it back into your purse. Jeonghan breathes in deeply, dropping his head into his hands, running his hands through his hair. With a shake of his head to himself, he smiles. For now, you decide you want to think about yourself, prioritize what your heart says instead of other’s. Seungkwan will understand, hopefully. He would realize what Jeonghan has, what only you both have and why you can’t find it with anyone else.

Neither of you address the elephant in the room, concentrating on the food the waiter has brought. Jeonghan dismisses her, and serves you the food in a way you prefer, remembering that you like to have your food bite-sized. He wordlessly sets your plate before you, and goes to cut the food for himself.

Who will do all of this for you? No one, except the man before you.

—

The valet brings Jeonghan’s car. He somehow got you to agree to let him drop you home. You watch Jeonghan as he converse with the valet, inhaling the subtle hints of his perfume, his warmth seeping into your side, an ache of want thrums in you, to feel his embrace. You step aside, maintaining distance before you do something you shouldn’t.

“Come on,” Jeonghan’s arm hovers around your waist, not touching. He smiles down at you, opening the car door, you slid down into the seat. He bends over helping with your dress, once you are tucked in safely he closes the door. He runs across the car, his hair bouncing with each step, and he is next to you in a blink of an eye. “Address?”

You enter your address into the GPS. He connects his phone, the songs automatically playing. No one says a word, the uncertainty of the situation you guys are entangled in. Will you meet again? Or is this how it is going to end. A bitter taste spreads in your mouth at the idea of not seeing him again when he looks this good, and so fits perfectly in your life. But he left you. There’s no guarantee that he isn’t going to pull the same stunt twice.

You sigh, resting your head on the window watching cars drive past you. Jeonghan glances at you but doesn’t comment on it. The thirty minute ride is extended to fifty minute ride with Jeonghan missing the turns. He rolls the car to a stop before your apartment observing your neighborhood. This is it.

You unbuckle the seatbelt. Stop me, ask me to stay, ask me if we can meet again. He doesn’t, he wishes you good night and sleep well. You glance over your shoulder once at the entrance of your building, he is there sitting and waiting. With a dejected sigh you walk towards the stairs, tears sitting in your eyes. Your mind chanting his name, only his name. Yoon Jeonghan. Jeonghan. Jeonghan. Hannie.

He is back in your life not more than a couple of hours and he is already messing with your head. You wipe the corner of your eyes as you search the keys in your purse. Your phone lights up, scared it is Seungkwan. You pluck out the device reading his name.

See you soon.

-Hannie

—

Sunhee is at your neck on Monday, trailing behind you like a puppy with hundred questions shooting at you at rocket speed. You dodged most of them with evasive answers.

How was it?

Good.

How was he?

Good.

There's a second date on cards then?

Sunhee is relentless with her unanswered question, constantly at your desk under the ruse of some work when she wants to bug you.

“Jeonghan is handsome,” she whispers, “Hansol showed me a picture of him last night, and god, isn’t he hot.”

It's bait, she is dangling the hook at your face. You press your lips in a thin line, glaring at her boyfriend who is also eavesdropping at your conversation. You fold your arms across your chest, “you two, back to work.”

Sunhee clicks her tongue, throwing a dirty look at you. She picks up her papers from your desk and struts back to her desk, exchanging a look with her boyfriend. Hansol shrugs, mouthing words so fast it's hard for you to read. If they are still talking about the date, they didn’t catch the wind of your past, yet. A shudder passes through you imagining your future when they’ll get their hands on it. You are grateful that Jeonghan didn’t say anything to them.

You check your phone thinking of him. You slept for two hours max, flipping and turning around your bed pondering and dissecting each and every second of the date. You enjoyed your time with him if you turn blind eye to a few things—things that will blow up in your face, but that’s not what you want to focus on now. His message is still sitting unanswered. He sent a good morning.

You lock the phone when Sunhee is approaching you yet again with another set of papers. You groan, giving up. “Fine. Fine. I don’t know about the second date, we didn’t say anything about it.”

Sunhee throws the papers back at her desk, rolling her chair next to you. “What do you mean by 'didn't talk’? You plan your next meeting and kiss goodbye, that’s how things work.”

A coworker gives judgemental looks, overhearing Sunhee’s not so subtle voice while walking to his cubicle.

“Great, why don’t you just announce it to the entire world to listen,” you hiss.

Hansol stretches his arms, standing up stretches his body, picking up his cup he joins your little huddle.

“Wow.” The couple isn’t going to let your ass go. “I think it’s high time for you two to work separately. Need to mail HR.”

Sunhee rolls her eyes, “fine. I’ll let you off the hook.”

Hansol scowls as if saying how could you. You glare at him. Sunhee doesn’t heed to him, adding, “only if you are coming for drinks after work, my home.”

Hansol’s frown morphs into a proud smile. You are ready to throw your hands in the air. She beats you to it, dropping her strong voice to a tiny squeaky voice, “I wanted some time you know, I didn’t get to be with you this weekend—” you genuinely frown at her words “and you already know how much care I put in last time you got drunk.” She blinks her doe eyes at you.

Drinks sounds good. Having your mind off of something or more like someone is what you need now. And it’s not everyday that you can drink as much as you want to.

“You did.” You find yourself walking right into her trap, “but I can’t drink on a Monday. I am not young anymore and my body can’t get up tomorrow for the early meeting.”

Sunhee presses your hand, “I’m there for you. One drink and you won’t be touching any liquid, except water. Trust your knight.”

“But why this impromptu drinking session?”

“To bond.”

—

You should have realised then and there when you thought Sunhee reminded you of someone but couldn’t quite place your finger at. It’s unbelievable how many times you fall for the same tactic and sweet words to get sweetly manipulated to do something you were adamant on not doing.

Sunhee and her long lost sibling (not really) sit opposite to you under the fluorescent light, both conversing about the game that happened last night. She is happily yapping away about the tactics the soccer team failed to implement, and her boyfriend is busily devouring the snacks, pitching in between their talk while you shoot daggers at her (she doesn’t even bat her eyes at you).

“I can’t believe he took that shot when it’s clearly not gonna make it into the goalpost.” Jeonghan clicks his tongue, folding his arms across his chest.

“That’s what I’m saying,” Sunhee slams her hand on the table, “they gave away a match, not the opposite team played cleverly.” She glares at her boyfriend who is a fan of the opposition team, you deduce.

“That’s what losers say,” Hansol quips, and gets hit by a chicken leg on his face. He grabs a tissue from the box wiping away his face as if it's a very common thing to happen.

Jeonghan’s proud smile at his long lost little sister makes your heart stutter. You grab the soju and pour yourself a drink while Jeonghan is busily supporting Sunhee and Hansol is slapping their statements with logical points. This is your chance. Before you can succeed with the plan, a hand holds your wrist stopping you from taking a oneshot.

Jeonghan swiftly snatches the drink from your fingers. He sets the soju glass on the table, shaking his head subtly. He folds his hands across his chest, listening to the younger couple quarrel.

You huff out, folding your arms across your chest. Jeonghan’s attention flickers to you, to your arms, and linger on your chest before he turns away with a clenched jaw. The top buttons of your shirt are undone, Hansol’s house feels like sitting on top of a volcano, and you aren’t a good functioning human being in heat, unbuttoning your shirt till you are still decent is the way you are coping. Until, you had to cross your arms, pressing into your chest, elevating them, higher than unnecessary.

“I hate it when you get all detaily.” Sunhee throws her arms in the air. “You can’t even accept a loss, you sore loser.”

Hansol grins, resting his elbows on the table, clasping his hands, “detaily isn’t a standard english word,” he tilts his head, egging her more, “should I buy you a dictionary next time? Instead of lin—”

Sunhee throws the snack bowl onto his face, he catches the bowl but the contents fly all over the place. Sadly, you are also a victim. You brush off the food from your arms, shirt and you see a food particle on your chest, sliding slowly down. No, no, no. Before you can remove it, it already made its way down. Fuck, now you have to go use washroom, a man’s. Hansol’s home is somewhat tidy for a man’s standard so his washroom will be good, right?

No one saw it, you tell yourself. The embarrassing moment is between you and yourself. The two lovebirds are still bickering, still teasing, the drinks Sunhee is having whenever Hansol’s quips aim at her are making her face flush. She should stop drinking at some point, she might not be a worse drinker like you but she is still a handful. Hansol is laughing at her pout, caressing her face, maybe she is Hansol’s handful.

You stand up from the table, “Hansol, where is your–”

Jeonghan is standing too, reaching for your hand, “come.”

Hansol doesn’t even blink in your direction, too gone to care about anything except for the girl before him. Jeonghan is already leading you out of the house, bringing out the keys from his sweatpant pockets. “You can freshen up at my place,” he says while unlocking his home.

“Jeonghan, there’s no need, Hansol’s place is right over there and I was already—”

He pushes the door open to a dark home. “You aren’t comfortable.” He switches on the lights.

The flat is similar to Hansol’s except there isn't any furniture except for a bean bag. The kitchen countertop is empty, a takeout bag, a bowl and chopsticks sitting on it. Your heart aches seeing the emptiness of his home, the dimmer light from the bulbs make it more lonely and cold.

Jeonghan stands next to an open door waiting for you. You enter a bedroom, a mattress on the floor and a bedside table. Your stomach twists at the sight. Why on earth is he living like this?

“Let me know if you need anything.”

He closes the door behind him with a soft click. You walk across the bed, a picture frame catching your attention. You shouldn’t cross the boundary, if he has a photo frame in his bedroom, and not even a proper bed piques your interest. You hear cupboards opening and closing outside, you pick the frame as this is your chance.

Your fingers shake seeing the picture, you set the frame back in its original position as you hurry into the bathroom. Washing your face with ice cold water you come out of the shock to see yourself in that photo.

It’s a picture of you and Jeonghan, he is kissing your temple with his eyes closed as you grin at the camera taking a picture of you both. You two went on a hike after postponing it for months, and to commemorate your almost dying experience from all the climbing, you took a picture, all sweaty, tired but happy.

The reflection of you stares back in the mirror, eyes moist, and cheeks warm from the heat. The summer is making your hair frizzy, making it hard to tame your hair. Dark circles under your eyes, and chapped lips, you look like a mess. You wipe your face off with a white towel neatly folded on one of the racks. There’s a faint hint of his body wash, he still didn’t change it. You remember picking it out for him.

Everything reminds you of you even when there’s nothing much in his home. Just like yours does. Just like you. Sucking in a deep breath, you regain control of your thoughts, and remember why you are here in the first place. Untucking your shirt you dust off the snacks. You exit the bathroom, turning off the lights. Jeonghan is in the room, pausing mid way from sneaking out. He rubs his nape with a sheepish smile, “all done?”

You nod. He chats off about the snacks he has if you want some. On your way out of his room, you look at the photo frame once again. It is downturned now.

By the time you go back to Hansol’s apartment the two are wasted, giggling and whispering. Jeonghan sighs beside you, checking the time on his phone. “It’s late, do you want to stay over?”

You gape at him. He clarifies, “like you and Sunhee can stay over here or mine while Hansol and I share the other, or however you want it to be.”

Hansol’s arm is draped around Sunhee, nuzzling into her cheek, peppering kisses all over her face.

“I don’t think they want to be apart for the night.” You grab your purse from the floor next to the table. “Next time if you invite me for drinks then let me drink.”

Sunhee just giggles to herself. Hansol comes out of her neck, blinking at you. “If you drink, you’ll be calling someone else,” he shakes his head, “you can’t do that since—”

“I am leaving. See you in the office tomorrow.” You brush past Jeonghan without meeting his eyes. Fuck Hansol and his slippery mouth.

The door doesn’t make the click sound behind you. Jeonghan slips out of the apartment in a hurry. “Let me drop you.” He catches you waiting for the elevator. “I’ll grab my keys and join you in a minute.” You try to cut him off but he beats you to it, “I don’t take no as an answer. At least for this.”

The resolution in his eyes makes you nod. Or the things you found in his apartment. The barriers are crumbling down one by one. This is the Jeonghan you knew.

—

“Where’s your mind at?” Seungkwan glares at you from the screen. “I am here ranting about my sufferings and you don’t even bat your eyes at me. The distance made you heartless…”

A message pops up on top of the screen. You click on it in a heartbeat.

Unasked opinion. Seoul is really boring.

-Hannie

The lines are longer. People are sticky and food isn’t half as delicious as Halmae’s.

-Hannie

Seungkwan barking your name snaps you out of the little happy bubble. He exhales an exasperated sigh, “what’s up with you? What got you smiling like that?”

You frown, “like what?” You immediately close the message app.

“Like you just won something.” He narrows his eyes, “is there a boy in your life?”

“You?”

“That’s funny. Remind me to laugh tomorrow.” Seungkwan deadpans. “But, seriously, who is he?”

A sweat droplet trickles down your temple, another message comes in. You could barely read the content before it disappears. Seungkwan is still patiently watching you, waiting for an answer.

“I would have introduced him if I had someone new in my life.” Not exactly a lie but not the complete truth, you are playing at the cross borders.

Whatever that's been going on between you and Jeonghan since a month, you want to keep it a secret. Neither of the two of your favourite colleagues are aware of your past with Jeonghan. It’s a non-verbal agreement you had with your ex, to keep the secrets under a rug.

“Damn right you will,” Seungkwan says distractedly, looking to his side with a concerned look.

You don’t want Seungkwan to know about your meetings with Jeonghan at Hansol’s place. The deeper the night gets the closer you two end up sitting watching the other two wreak havoc. It’s your little bubble, a happy one, for now.

“Are you okay?” He asks his fiancé, leaving the phone on the bed and hugging her. “It’s not the end of the world.”

Busy?

-Hannie

You quickly type away a message in the gap of Seungkwan talking to his girl.

On call with Seungkwan.

-sent

The bubble pops up as he types and it disappears. It is up again but Seungkwan is back and you close the chat.

“Uhm,” he hesitates, his girl also joined the call, her eyes red and puffy.

“Why are you crying?” Your heart drops to your stomach, she hiccups, tears streaming down without a stop. “Hey, whatever it is, it’s going to be okay. Please, don’t cry.”

Seungkwan wipes her tears, “it’s okay. You are breaking my heart, baby.”

“What happened?” You ask in a whisper.

Seungkwan sighs again, rubbing his face in exasperation. “Her best friend didn’t want to be Maid of honour. They have had some issues over the past few years, but we at least thought for the big event of our life she would be there.”

-Hannie

You avert your eyes off of the cold message. Seungkwan is going on about how they tried contacting the supposed maid of honour only to get a cold shoulder. The wedding is in March, they want to do it when there’s flowers everywhere, blossoming. You gagged at the poetic Seungkwan not really used to that side of him.

“I was thinking—” his fiance butts in Seungkwan’s rant “—if you and Seungkwan don’t mind, can you be my maid of honour?”

Silence ensues at her words. Seungkwan is staring at her and you are blinking at them. “I mean I know you are his friend and all but you are also my closest friend and have seen all of me more than anyone else.”

“I’m more than happy,” Seungkwan smiles fondly at his girl, “I just need my girls near me on my big day. I am down if she is.”

They turn to you, faces squished together to fit onto the tiny screen. “Of course. I am more than happy to be a part of your wedding.” Tears sit on your eyes, you have seen them since they got together many years ago, sailed through countless fights, getting back together and now, finally, marrying. “Honestly, Seungkwan will be eating my brain all the time, so I would rather prefer being with you.”

“What?” Seungkwan barks. “It’s called being perfect. I would like to have my tie navy blue rather than egyptian blue. Thank you.”

—

The office cafeteria is empty as the time hits nine in the night. You are sitting at a lone table with your thoughts as the heaviness of your day weighs you down. The overtime has worn you down, and as if sleepless nights haven’t been enough your client has chosen to lash out on you for something that wasn’t an issue in the first place. Talk about having a bad day.

Your stomach grumbles in protest of not having proper food for the entire day, and the usual busy stalls are closed as it is past the regular hours. Halmae’s restaurant must also be shut down by now, and you don’t have any energy left to go home and cook. Should you just quit your job and roll around?

What are you doing?

-Hannie

Dying?

-sent

Incoming call from Hannie

The call flusters you. You stare at your phone illuminating his name, and it's been so long since you got a call from him. You swipe the call before it goes into a missed call, pressing the phone to your ear hesitantly. “Hello?”

“What happened? Did you trip over air again?” The concern in his voice flips your stomach, and angers you at the same time.

“I don’t trip over nothing, Mr. Yoon Jeonghan.”

You can sense a frown forming on his face at your words, you just feel it in your bones. “Huh, do you remember the time you walked on a plain surface and ended up with bruises on both of your hands, knees, and elbows?”

Before you can defend yourself from the workings of invisible devils he goes on.

“You literally tripping over my foot is how we met. Don’t tell me you forgot that too.”

“Who sleeps on the library floor? Not normal people.”

He butts in, “—ah, ah, not the point.”

“If you are going to be annoying, end the call.” You pout, trailing your finger at the ends of the table.

He inhales deeply, “alright. What happened?”

The light above you flickers, insects crowding over the bright light. You huff, stretching your free arm and body, “long day.”

He hums over the phone, a car door closing sound echoing into your ear. He is still in Seoul, missing all the gatherings Sunhee hosted over Hansol’s apartment. While leaving his apartment you often found yourself pausing before Jeonghan’s locked flat, lingering.

The texts did suffice whatever you two are having right now, an uncertain label over your bond. Are you friends who know each other way too intimately or, you didn’t open the door to the other side of assumptions, still not ready.

“Where are you?”

You hear the headlights flick on his side. “Office. Have to book a cab now. But my fingers can barely move.”

He scoffs, “dramatic.”

“Only for—” you catch yourself before completing the sentence. It’s a banter you used to exchange while dating, he would call you dramatic and you would answer, only for you, and he would press a long kiss satisfied with your answer.

You clear your throat. Jeonghan is silent except for a few car honks. “I miss Seoul.” You divert the topic, take it back to safe waters. “By the way, I am coming to Seoul next week.”

“Oh.” He pauses for a second, “why?”

“You remember Seungkwan?” You bite your tongue at your own question. You officially lost your mind.

He grunts. “Of course. How can I not?”

The venom in his words causes goosebumps on your skin. Why do they hate each other and why do you have to be the middle person all the time taking hits from both sides.

“Jeonghan.” You reprimand him. “I already told you that—”

“He’s a brother you never had. Of fucking course I know.”

You hold the bridge of your nose, temper raising at his words. The hunger also ignites your fire further. “Why do you hate him? He just wants what’s good for me.”

“I’m scared. I'm scared you’ll push me away again because of him.”

You are stunned to the core. The Jeonghan you know didn’t care for anyone or their opinions. To know he is scared of Seungkwan’s role in your life throws you off kilter.

“I was shitting myself when he called during our date. Begging in my head to whoever that is listening to make you stay. I hate it when his one word can break us when you, in reality, don't want that.

“I fucking hate it and him. I am not saying to cut ties off with him. I’m no one to you,” his voice cracks, mumbling a feeble yet under breath. “If you want me out I’ll be out. I’m not going away because of someone else. Not this time.”

You let out a shaky breath. It’s too much. All of this. You don’t know where to start, should you point out that he called your meeting a date, or sit through a wednesday night sorting out the issues and act as a middleman. Seungkwan doesn’t hate you. He hates what you did to me. As if Jeonghan is going to sit prettily and nod to whatever you say.

He sighs on the other side, the headlights of his car flickering again. “We will have this conversation when you are ready.” You blink at your phone at this new version of Jeonghan. He never lets go of an argument until he wins. He continues, “I’m sorry for bringing it up this soon. If you are done with your work, come outside.”

“What?”

“Come outside, baby.”

You stand up picking up your things, and rushing into your office packing up your bag in haste. “Aren’t you supposed to be in Seoul?”

“I’m here now. God, it's chilly. Is it winter already?”

The pitter-patter of your heart takes up a marathon, pounding loud. He is here. You press the elevator button, tapping your heel while waiting for the slowest elevator of the planet to reach your floor. “It’s barely August, Jeonghan.”

“Still chilly.” He grumbles on the other side of the phone.

You enter the elevator pressing on the close door button incessantly. “Just say you are old. A mere wind is making you an ice cube. Is that what you are saying?”

“Ha. Ha. I’m not old. If you call me old again I have to kill you. No other way around.”

“Should I bring you a cane, grandpa?” You snicker, getting out of the elevator.

Jeonghan hums, “I’m not sure whether I prefer you calling me that,” you are out of the building, he pauses, “we agreed on something else.”

Your phone starts making static noise from both of you being in the same vicinity. A tall handsome silhouette is waiting by the car, a hand inside his jean pocket and an oversized white tee. Your stomach does somersaults as he slowly comes into view.

His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, a teasing smile ever present. His eyes trailing down you devouring all the details from your loose hair to the white office shirt to the pencil skirt. You swear you heard a grunt. You avert your eyes from his watchful ones, too shy to maintain contact.

He ends the call once you are standing in front of him. You drop your gaze to your heels, black office heels against white sneakers. His white sneaker nudges against your heel.

“Who do we have here? A runaway zombie from the apocalypse?”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” You hold your hands behind your back, his hair is fluffy, the long strands swaying with the wind. Your fingers itch to grab them and pull as you crash your lips against his. You clasp your hands tighter. “Grandpa.”

He grins. “Again not the name we used while—“

You cup his mouth preventing him from airing your past in the public. He smiles against your palm as you glare at him. “Shut up.”

You drop your hand to your side, he shivers when a chilly breeze runs past you two. “Shall we go?” You ask.

He takes your bag from your shoulder, opening the back door and placing your bag gently. He opens the passenger door for you, nudging his chin for you to sit. He closes the door and runs to the other side, slipping next to you into the driver seat.

He grabs a paper bag from the back seat, sets it in your lap. The smell of your favourite burgers causes your stomach to growl. He pulls his seat belt to buckle it in, observing the happiness bloom on your face. You beam at him, wide eyed, a squeal escaping your lips, he laughs shaking his head.

“Han–Jeonghan, you got me this from where? They close early!” You take out the wrapped burger, your entire body vibrating with happiness. An appreciative moan escapes you as soon as you take a bite. “Heaven.”

Jeonghan watches you devour the burger, “are you even eating these days?”

You brush your hair off of your eyes with the back of your hands, careful to not get your sticky fingers on you. “Not much.”

He sighs, he wipes the corner of your lips, licking the sauce off his thumb. “Eat your meals on time.”

You blink at him, he fiddles with settings before rolling you two out of your office. He rests his arm on the window humming along to the song playing on the radio, turning the steering wheel with one hand.

With some food in your system, the alerts in your body go off. What’s happening? He comes from Seoul, brings you your favourite food and gives you a ride home? All the while looking so hot with his nonchalance and at the same time taking care of you.

He steals a glance at you from the corner of his eyes, his lips curling up in a smile. You turn to the last bite of burger in your hands, cheeks warm.

He flicks the right turn signal, “steam is blowing off your head. What’s running?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t think too much. Let things be for what they are.” He takes another turn, you frown at the familiar road you usually take to reach your home on the opposite side. The maps on the GPS adjust to the new route, increasing the time of arrival.

How can you not think about him if he does things like these? The ones you were begging from him before you guys broke up, attention and care. It’s not like you didn’t receive any care from others, but Jeonghan has always shown it in his ways, in the ways you truly wanted to be taken care of. As if he knows your language and speaks it fluently. Only him.

“Why are you going to Seoul?” He breaks your chain of thoughts.

“Ah,” you chew on the last bite, “maid of honour duties.”

“Maid of honour?”

“Seungkwan is getting married.” You wipe your hands with the tissue present in the bag.

“To..?”

“His girlfriend, obviously.” Then it clicks. “Ah, they are still strong. Eighth or ninth year, and still going as hard as a rock.”

He doesn’t utter any word, just drives in silence. Soon the road to your apartment comes into view, if you scroll the window down for a bit you are sure you are gonna hear the ocean waves.

“Did you go to the beach?” You ask.

“Yeah.” His answer sounds vague, distracted, his mind wandering somewhere. “Couple of times.”

You hum. The building you live in comes into the view, this is it. The night comes to an end, he will drive away once you are in the building. But you don’t want to let go of him yet, not when the night has been so perfect like one of those dreams you don’t wanna wake up.

The car comes to a stop before your building, only your apartment windows are dark, you can hear faint sounds of television from your neighbors. Jeonghan stares at the steering wheel, his head for sure lost in his thoughts. An urge ignites in you, burning away the cautious thoughts of how bad that idea is, how much you are repeating yourself, and the past. You want to ask if he wants to come up.

Here you are, being needy again. You unbuckle your seatbelt, and grab your bag from the backseat. If you are starting to be needy, he is back to being himself, silent, elusive. It’s a sign from whoever looks over humans and their mistakes, how you’ll burn again if you indulge in these murky waters.

One look at him, and his dark starry eyes looking back at you, your mouth is speaking on its own. “Do you wanna come up or something? I think I have the beer you drink. Or water. Definitely water.”

Before you realize you two are taking stairs. He is following behind you, observing your neighbor coming out of their flat at the sound of your voice, greeting you but stopping midway noticing a man hovering over you. Great, she got the content for a month long gossip. You lead him immediately to your flat, unlock the door with sweaty hands, and pull him in before she gets more details from him other than his name.

“I’m sorry,” you raise your hands in apology. “Told you, Yangsan has overbearing but friendly neighbors.”

He chuckles, a grin never leaving his face once he is in the confines of your safe space. You take your bag from his shoulder, disappearing into your room to set it in its designated place. He is still standing near the entrance under the automatic orange soft light, you usher him in. He leaves his shoes neatly beside yours, pausing for a moment and taking in the sight. You understand why it takes him long enough, it's been so long since you two shared a space, private space.

He meanders around studying your not so minimalistic living room, coffee table, a shelf covered in decorative items, a lone couch with way too many pillows and a tv. The doors to your balcony rattling, the sound of strong breeze fills in the space, he leaves the book he picked up from the coffee table, looking over his shoulder to you, his hands ready to draw the curtains at your approval. You nod.

The soft breeze hits you once the door is slid open, the chimes you hung up tinkling along with the sway of the wind. Jeonghan shoves his hands in his pockets, stepping outside. The therapeutic sound of waves is smoothing your insides, luring you out along with him. Jeonghan leans against the railings, watching the sea sparkling under the moon.

“It’s perfect.” He mutters under his breath, he turns to you, “Perfect.”

“I know right.” You go back into the living room, the coldness starting to get you. “I had a lot of issues with this flat but when I open the balcony door, everything feels perfect.” He is looming over the door, “like this is where I truly belong.”

Jeonghan closes the door behind him, lingering a minute more before drawing the curtains shut. He picks up the book again, and thumbs through the pages.

You peer from the kitchen, “water?” He shakes his head. “Beer?”

“Don’t you work tomorrow?”

“I do. But I’m not the one drinking.”

“Get me one.” He settles down on the carpet, staring at the black cat knit hung on the wall along with other cute knits. “This is so you.”

You set the bottle in front of him, and sit on the opposite side of the small coffee table. You got the table for this sole purpose, you spent more time sitting on the carpet instead of the couch. This short coffee table was your dinner companion.

“What’s so me?”

“Everything in this flat.” He watches you squirm uncomfortably. “Go and change into comfortable clothes. I’ll wait.”

With a sheepish smile you scurry inside to freshen up and change out of the tight fitting pencil skirt into your comfortable loose tee and shorts.

True to his word Jeonghan has been waiting for you, killing time by scrolling on his phone. He locks his phone once he sees you walk out of the room. With a gentle smile on his lips, he waits for you to settle on the other side of the table. On purpose you chose to maintain the distance from him, wanting to spend time with him is one thing, and crossing the already blurry line between you two is not something you are ready for, yet.

“How’s the beer?” You ask, sipping on your own orange juice.

He mimics you, taking a long drag of the beer, “good.” He leans back, resting his weight on his two palms. “Did you know that the beer tastes different based on the company you are with.”

You roll your eyes. “Typical.”

“What?” He grins, “it's true. Do you want to try?”

You fake gasp, “are you letting me drink, Jeonghan? Are you able to handle the wild side of me?” You give him a glance over, “I’m not sure with all that old age.”

“Try me.”

He pushes the bottle towards you. You grab it taking a small sip, followed by a big one. It’s sweet and bitter at the same time. He snatches the bottle from your hands before you can take another sip to determine if it's sweeter or bitter.

“Enough.” He drinks a few more sips, “how’s mom and dad doing?”

“Good. They are on their own thing.” You add hesitantly, “they ask about you. Sometimes.”

He hums, chasing the condensation on the bottle, trailing behind a water droplet. You continue, “You know how it gets with parents. Stubborn, and my Dad won’t believe his prospective son-in-law is just a dream now.” You should stop, and shut your mouth, “but now he is good. He is even looking for a son-in-law.”

Jeonghan just drinks his beer, the smile on his lips dropping. “Is he now?”

You hum. “His phone calls are mostly about a friend’s son or what the neighbor’s son is achieving and how at a small age he is doing wonders.” You lean in, cupping your mouth, whispering, “do you wanna know a secret?”

“How much did you drink?” He huffs. “Are you always this lightweight?”

You snatch the bottle from him and take the last sip. “Do you wanna know the secret or not?”

He narrows his eyes but complies, leaning his ear to your mouth.

“I stopped taking his calls. He did call me this evening but,” you scream, “no. I’m not talking about some X Y Z when I have you next to me.”

Jeonghan blinks at you, stunned. “Yo-You can’t say things like that.” He opens his mouth and closes it, tips over the empty bottle only to get nothing. “Shit.”

“It's empty, silly.” You stand up to get another beer for him. If he asks why you stocked up on beer when you don’t even drink, and especially why the brand he drinks, you don’t have an answer.

He is behind you, when you shut the freezer. He takes it from you and opens the lid with a fork. He grabs your hand leading you to the table, stops you from going to the other end.

Damn those sparkly eyes looking at you. He scoots a little, giving you space to sit next to him. “I have to talk to him soon,” he says once you settle down.

“Why?”

You take a gulp of the beer, orange juice long forgotten.

“His favourite prospective son-in-law is back. That’s why.” He takes the bottle from your hand, his fingers lingering. “Can't take risks.”

“Ah.” You nod, and nod, and nod.

He chuckles. “Did I ever tell you how fucking cute you are?”

“No?” You grab his shoulder, leaning into him, whispering in his ear. “You are not my father’s son-in-law. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah,” he bites his lip, resting his elbow on the couch, leaning his cheek into his palm. “Not for a long time.”

You drown yourself with beer, and perhaps gain liquid courage for holding the conversation with him. “Did your parents ask about me?” You know the answer and yet you ask it anyway, “at least once?”

Jeonghan drops his gaze to his lap. You got your answer. Your mouth sours with the realization, a bitter chuckle escaping you, “I couldn’t impress the entire Yoon family. Not his son, not his parents.”

“Look at me. Please.”

You do, the silver chain around his neck catching your eye.

“You have me under your fingertips. And if my absentee parents have any issue then it’s their problem to solve.” He nudges your chin up with two fingers, “I don’t know about you but for me this is the end game.”

You set the bottle between you two, your knee nudging into his thigh, his hand resting on the couch, his fingertips brushing your arm. The chain catches your attention again, safely hidden under his tee. The liquid courage makes you take a brave step, you pull the chain out of his tee, the long chain coming out with a promise ring hanging. Your promise ring.

“Liar.” You tug on his chain, he comes closer. “Lies.”

He licks his parted lips, gaze hooked on yours’. “I’m not lying. Give me a chance. Give us a chance.”

You shake your head, “I’m scared. You will find me a bother one day and just leave. You did it once and there’s no guarantee that you won’t do it again.”

He wipes your wet cheeks with his thumb. “Won’t happen again. Never. I can’t,” he breaks, “function without you. You don’t know the person I became, I can’t do this life without you.”

Your own lips part mirroring his, he licks his lips, his warm breath hitting your face. The chain in your hand presses into your skin as you hold it like it’s your lifeline. His free hand rests on top of your thigh, groaning at the soft skin under his fingers.

“Liar.” You still don’t believe his words. You have seen his dates after the break up, so pretty, so docile and so not you. Why would he want to settle with you if he could get girls that can run for modeling.

His nails dig into your thighs, a growl from his lips. “How can I make you believe me?”

You look into his dark eyes, dark like a midnight sea, dangerous, luring you right into its trap. He leans in momentarily, lips brushing yours. You grab his shirt, longing hitting you like a truck.

“I’m gonna give you one chance.” Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“I’ll take it. Whatever you are willing to give, I’ll take it.”

You nod. “Let’s take it slow.”

“Yeah..”

“Yeah.”

You let go of his shirt. He nudges his nose into yours, before pulling away, distancing himself from you. He pulls his knees to his chest, hiding his face into his knees and groans, “go.”

You couldn’t hear him properly from his voice getting muffled. “What?”

“Go to sleep.” He looks up from his legs, “and lock your door.”

“Oh.” You pick up the empty bottles, and discard them all the while not looking at the man in your living room. “I’ll bring you a blanket.”

You return from your room with a blanket and a yellow pillow. He grins, taking them from you, “my pillow.”

“Good night, Hannie.” You blush, digging your toes into the floor.

“Good night, baby.”

—

The pounding in your head wakes you up from the deep slumber, blinking your eyes to the ceiling, you grab your phone to turn off the alarm. The sound of chair scraping across the wooden floor has you sitting up, clutching your head. Fuck, shit. He is still in your home, his footsteps echoing your silent apartment, sounding too close as if he is pacing before your door.

Previous night you took a step in your relationship with him, maybe under slight alcohol influence, but you are sticking to it, until Jeonghan does too. A quiet groan slips through your closed door, the footsteps hurrying. You frown glancing at the wooden door, his shadow moving beneath the strip of light seeping through the underside of the door. Is he nervous?

The thought excites you more than it should. The Yoon Jeonghan, who enjoys making your life a hell with his teasing, nonchalance where you will be dying on the other hand. How the roles got reversed. Your phone vibrates with incoming texts from your parents, swiping them away to answer later, you pad across your room to the door, and attach your ear to it. The other side of the door is silent, he must have heard you. You smile to yourself, happiness blooming inside you for several reasons, he is finally in your life again, yet you aren’t sure if he is officially your boyfriend or not, and he is in your apartment, just like old times where he used to crash in your spare room.

You open the door softly, your heart pounding in your throat. Jeonghan sucks in a deep breath, slowly coming towards you. His lower lip is caught between his teeth, his gaze taking in your morning glory—you realise, your bed hair, the oversized shirt falling to one side, baring your shoulder. With a gasp you try to shut the door to tidy yourself, at least look like a human. He stops the door with his hand, shaking his head subtly.

“It’s me.” Is all he says, and your stomach twists, pleasantly, deciphering his words. It’s me, your Hannie, who has seen you in worse conditions, and it’s me, with whom you can be however you want.

You cover your face, groaning into your hands. He chuckles, and your ears twitch hearing your favorite sound, his morning voice, and those deep chuckles. You lean against the door frame, he steps in closer, prying your hands off your face, you stare at his chest, wondering if you can just bury yourself in his arms.

“Had good sleep?” His fingers run through your hair making your eyes flutter shut. “Hm?”

You hum in reply.

“I want to ask you,” he says, and you know where he is going, “you remember last night, right?”

You nod. He lets out a sigh, “we are..”

You look at his face now, and, boy, doesn’t he look wonderful. His bed hair, not as bad as yours, sticks up here and there, his watchful eyes stirring your heart, and those lips which used to haunt you in your dreams, part slowly. The mole on his cheek looks so kissable, you tug onto his shirt end, holding it for your life. He holds the side of your face, leaning in. You hold your breath in anticipation, clutching onto his other arm.

Your phone rings, startling you both. He leans away, swearing under his breath. You dash into your room to see who is calling you, your mom. You show him the phone, and the disappointment in his face causes you to laugh. He walks away to your washroom with his head hanging low.

Both of you sit in silence, eating the toasted bread and scrambled eggs. The scrapes of spoon across the ceramic fills the living room, Jeonghan watches the sky through the glass balcony doors. You scarf the breakfast down, hurrying across the apartment to get your things as you are already running late.

Jeonghan picks up both of your plates, washing them. You mumble a sorry as you stuff your notebooks and stationery into your bag, along with chargers. Jeonghan grabs his car keys, putting on his shoes.

You stand next to him, slipping on your office shoes, finally taking a breather. Before you hurry outside, Jeonghan holds your wrist. Confused, you turn around, “what’s wrong?”

He tugs you closer to him, bending down to your height, “good luck today.” He chuckles, his thumb brushing over your pink cheeks, “we are taking this slow?” There's a hint of disappointment in his tone.

You give a feeble nod, your restraint already hanging on loose thread. You want to take your own time, get back into his life, and let him back into yours slowly, but with each minute spent alone with him is hard.

He nudges his nose with yours, pressing a kiss onto your cheek. “Let’s go, you are already late.” He opens the door for you, waiting.

The sensation of his warm lips still linger on your cheek, as you stand rooted in your place unable to move your limbs. He tugs you along with him, dropping you to your office, and leaving with a promise of seeing you tonight.

—

“Why are we always hanging out in my apartment?” Hansol frowns at the three sprawling on the floor in his living room on Thursday night.

Sunhee rolls over on her tummy, “because you have snacks.” She gives him a gummy smile when he narrows his eyes at her.

You gaze at his pristine white ceiling, “because you guys literally drag me here.”

Sunhee scoots to your side, resting her head on your shoulder, “that’s because you’ll be cooped in that house if not for us.”

Hansol agrees. “One week we left you alone and you didn’t step out except for the office.”

Jeonghan clears his throat, humming a song under his breath. You glare at him, the reason for you staying home. His lips curve into a grin feeling your gaze on him.

“When are you leaving for Seoul?” Sunhee cuddles into you. “Take me too.”

Jeonghan sits up, watching you two cozying up, the playful smile slipping off. Oh no.

Hansol calls from the kitchen, “ice cream anyone?”

You all echo in unison, “me.”

Sunhee giggles, wrapping her hand around your waist and chatting away about the club in Seoul she heard from her friends. Jeonghan’s watchful eyes on Sunhee’s hand around your waist, and your slightly ridden up shirt. Your eyes meet his, warning him not to do anything stupid. Your relation with him is kept under wraps on your request, you don't want to reveal anything until things between you two solidify, and, in a small corner of your mind, you aren’t still in terms of accepting the fact that you rekindled with your ex. Still scared of the fact that all this dream might shatter once if he finds you too much again.

“Promise me that at least you will go out and have fun.” Sunhee is shaking you both, almost lying on top of you. Her boyfriend calls for help in carrying the bowls, and you send a pleasing look at your man, who stands up with a clenched jaw and disappears into the kitchen.

Since you got back together, Jeonghan has been different, a little more in your space, attached to your hip, almost needy. He picks you up and drops you off at your office, spends the nights in your apartment, watching movies, lying side by side chatting up missed updates in both of your lifes. If you think back to last week you can barely recall a moment without Jeonghan. And now, he is acting like a possessive man over just a female friend.

“Your phone is buzzing relentlessly,” Sunhee rolls off of you, plucking the phone beneath her, “Hannie?!”

You freeze in your spot as if you got dumped by a bucket of ice. What the fuck is he thinking texting you?

“Hannie?” Hansol peeks from the kitchen, “the same Hannie we are thinking?”

You grab your phone from Sunhee, hiding it behind you, letting out a defensive, “no.”

Sunhee is suddenly in your face, whispering, “you can’t text your ex, that’s like number one rule in ‘how to get over your ex 101’.”

“I never said he is my ex.”

She rolls her eyes, “please.”

“Remember the night when you thought she was calling me?” Hansol hands her girlfriend a bowl, settling beside her, not one single sense of his surroundings. “You were pissed. But, in a way it helped in talking out our feelings.”

Jeonghan raises an eyebrow, giving you your bowl of ice cream, sitting so close to you, his thigh pressing into yours. “Oh, what happened?” He asks, casually, poking his scoop of chocolate ice cream with a spoon.

“Hansol!” You squeak, trying to stop him. Jeonghan presses his knee into your leg.

“What?” He blinks. Sunhee shoves a spoon into his mouth, successfully diverting his mind.

You and Jeonghan have your ice cream, listening to the younger two chat. He knows it's about him, he has to. He is anything but stupid. Hansol and his loud mouth. When you sneak a glance at the man beside you, gone the annoying mood and now sporting a smile. He fucking knows. He catches your eye, sucking his spoon down his lips, you groan. He isn’t going to leave you alone until he gets the details.

Hansol calls your name. “I thought you were interested in Jeonghan hyung.” He snaps his finger, “you know what Jeonghan hyung is also a Hannie.” Sunhee smacks his head telling him to shut his mouth and eat his ice cream.

Is it possible to just dig your grave here, and lie there peacefully? Is it too soon? Jeonghan opens his mouth. Probably too late.

“I’m not sure,” he hums, “from what I pieced together, Hannie must be an ex. I’m a little sad,” he bats his puppy eyes at you, “I was thinking we are going somewhere.” He sighs, turning to Hansol, “What exactly happened that night? How did you two get together?”

This ass, under pretense of knowing their story he is dragging the information he is dying to know. Wanting to keep this relationship a secret is coming to bite you back.

“We were having a team dinner, and she lied that she could hold her liquor,” Hansol shakes his head in disappointment, “you don’t know how she gets once the alcohol kicks in.”

Jeonghan coughs, covering his laughter.

“Had to drag her out and throw her,” Sunhee hits his thigh, “put her to bed. She was mumbling all the way about how her Hannie will like Yangsan and just chants his name. Sunhee thought it was me she was calling, and glared at me like I just killed her favorite dog.”

“I like cats, Hansol, how many times should I tell you this?”

“I still remember the date,” he hurries, pacifying his girlfriend before she can blow up on how he forgets everything. “October fourth. See, I do remember everything.”

Jeonghan whips his head to you hearing the words. You stand up from your spot, excusing yourself to the kitchen. You ignore the desperate attempts of Jeonghan trying to talk with you. You can’t face him, in your raw emotions, after he knows how fucked up you were in his absence.

Everything is sorted now, you got back with Jeonghan, but you find yourself in constant anxieties over the future and past pain haunting you during weak moments. Jeonghan is too good for you, he could easily find someone better, and leave you.

The hot water from the tap burns your skin, hissing you flip the tap to cold setting. Washing the bowl absentminded.

“Baby,” Jeonghan is by your side.

“Go away, Jeonghan.” He winces at the use of his name. “They are literally two feet away.”

“Look at me, please.” He turns you by your chin. “Oh,” he pulls you into his chest, cradling you, you cry into his chest, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He rubs your back.

“Hate you, Jeonghan.” You wrap your arm around his waist, soapy hands and all. “For everything you put me through.”

“I’m sorry.” He kisses your head. “I’m sorry.”

Someone clears their throat. You suck in your breath, here goes nothing. Jeonghan sighs, giving you one more kiss on your head before turning to the person standing at the kitchen entrance.

His hand is around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You partially hide behind him.

“Two of you, living room, now.” Sunhee walks away.

“I told you.” You grumble into his arm.

“Sorry.”

Jeonghan intertwines your hands leading you to the living room, sitting before the couple who has their arms crossed across their chest.

“Spill.” Sunhee looks at you two with hawk eyes. Hansol just blinks with a frown.

“I’m the Hannie.” Jeonghan rubs his nape, smiling sheepishly.

“What?!” Sunhee screeches, “what?” She aims the question to you.

“It’s a long story,” you mumble, “he was my ex, he is.. Hannie, and we are sort of seeing each other.”

Jeonghan frowns at you, at your uncertain labelling of your current relationship.

Sunhee’s jaw is on the floor. Hansol whistles, clearly enjoying the plot twist. “Fate,” he says, after a minute when no one speaks. “Hyung being my neighbor, blind date and now this.”

“If that’s what it is, yeah, fate.” Jeonghan holds your hand, his thumb drawing circles, “few things are meant to be, I guess.”

“What ex?” Sunhee recovers from her shock, “I thought you were dating behind my back but this,” she waves her hands at you two, “is something else. Like one of the plot twists in Hansol’s movies.”

You shrug, “it’s just life.”

“If you are Hannie,” the glitter in her eyes has you pouncing on her to stop whatever she’s going to say. She effortlessly tosses you aside, “she also said her Hannie is as pretty as rain.”

You groan into your hands, regretting every decision of being friends with her.

“Did she now,” he chuckles, grabbing you by your waist making you sit on his lap. “What else did she do?”

You struggle out of his hold, he grunts pressing you down, “it’s been too long, baby.”

With a huff you don’t squirm anymore. Sunhee is squealing on the other side, hitting Hansol’s shoulder. You hide in his neck, “Is this all your plan, Jeonghan?”

He grins, “not really. But I’m happy.”

You shift in his lap, he peers down at you, you whisper, “I can feel it.”

—

“Oh, too bright, is it the sun here?” Seungkwan shields his eyes as soon as curtains draw open revealing Nari in a wedding gown.

You sit down on your knees taking pictures from every angle. “Beautiful.” You take some more pictures, your camera roll filled with Nari in different gowns and Seungkwan bawling at every single one. You are going to have fun with his pictures.

Once Seungkwan calms down, and decides on the dress, it’s already evening. Your stomach is growling, and Seungkwan is still stuck in his dream world called Nari. Lounging on the sofa you wait for them to finish up.

Done yet?

-Hannie

Nope. They are ringing up

-sent

He’s cmg. Don’t text.

-sent

Seungkwan discards the crumpled up tissue, his puffy eyes staring at the ceiling as Nari says something in his ear. “It’s going to be fine.” He mumbles back, waiting before you to join them.

“I’m hungry.” You rub your stomach, “please tell me we are eating before checking off other tasks.”

“We are, we are.” Seungkwan reassures, “how’s Yangsan? Still beautiful?”

You remember your days with Jeonghan, Sunhee and Hansol, the nights spent in Hansol’s apartment scarfing down his snacks, Sunhee’s antics, and Jeonghan. Yangsan has given you the best memories, along with your lover who is patiently waiting for you in Seoul. He tagged along with lame excuse of forgetting whether he turned off the light in his apartment before leaving.

“Still beautiful.” You smile to yourself, “you will love Sunhee and Hansol.”

“I think so too,” he affirms, opening the car door for Nari. “I can’t wait to meet them.”

You slip into the backseat, your phone vibrating in your hand. Nari looks at you through the rearview mirror hearing the vibration going off. Seungkwan starts driving you both to a restaurant listing off the tasks that need to be done in the next two days.

“Cake.” Seungkwan stops at a red light, reaching out to his fiancé's hand, “we need to decide on the flavours and inform them. Or else we will lose our spot.”

You check the messages once your friends are in their world.

Upon thinking, I don’t see the need for not texting you.

-Hannie

What if your friends are there and see my messages?

-Hannie

Are you embarrassed of me baby? I understand the need for you to keep us a private but I don’t want to hide us away.

-Hannie

Am I your dirty little secret, baby?

-Hannie

Jeonghan isn’t happy with stashing him away from the public. Hansol and Sunhee got to know about you two by chance, mostly due to Jeonghan’s nature of can’t keep his hands off you. If you weren’t standing in the kitchen crying over him, and he didn’t cradle you, no one would have known. You aren’t keeping him away because you are embarrassed, you are keeping him away because of the insecurities bubbling in your chest, and don’t want any other person to ruin this relationship which just survived the war. It’s delicate, and you can’t lose him again.

Seungkwan calls your name, snapping you out of your reverie.

“Huh? What was that again?” You lock your phone without sending any reply. Talking over text might create more misunderstanding of your feelings and it can turn out worse. You need to see him, hold him while you explain your feelings.

Seungkwan looks at you through the rear view mirror suspiciously. He doesn’t comment on it, “Please tell Nari to choose anything else and not Vanilla.”

“It’s her wedding. She has the right to choose whatever she wants.”

Nari high-fives you, grinning smugly at Seungkwan. “I know I could count on you.”

“Anytime.” Your attention flickers to your phone screen lighting up, but this time it's a mail notification. Jeonghan should be at his home, waiting for you.

Seungkwan parks the car near a restaurant going off on how it is his wedding too, and he has equal rights. Nari whispers into his ear once everyone gets out of the car, and trudges towards the busy restaurant. Seungkwan calms down, mumbling under his breath, and halfway in agreeing to the Vanilla cake.

Jeonghan didn’t text you again. You pocket your phone, sighing to yourself. How can you resolve this? Two equally important persons in your life, and they hate each other with their life. Seungkwan is happily pulling a chair for Nari, chattering away about his sisters visiting soon. He is happy, it's the time of his life, a big moment looming around the corner. Telling him about the reconciliation with Jeonghan will visibly make him pissed. Jeonghan doesn’t understand the need to keep it a secret until his wedding. Maybe he doesn’t understand how you can’t face the confrontation, scared of disappointing him, and others again.

“So,” Seungkwan puts down the menu after ordering the dinner, watching you stare at your phone for the hundredth time that night. “Any sexy man you hid in your sweet little town.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

First, you feel like barfing at his ridiculous expression, and second, you tread his question carefully, feigning an irritated look and throwing crumpled tissue onto his face.

“Shut up.” You turn to Nari, “so how’s the jitters like? Date is approaching soon. If you ever get cold feet and want to leave this idiot, you know my number.”

Nari winks at you. Seungkwan throws a tissue onto your face, “stop putting ideas into her mind.”

You fold a fresh tissue into a random shape, “what do we have tomorrow? Done with the decorations, and the dress. I think we have to talk with the bakery chef.”

Seungkwan agrees. “Yeah, pretty much it.” After a beat he adds, “We need to have best friends only time, you know, catch up and all, without all this stress.”

“Spending time with you is stressful to me.” You make room for the waiter to place your order on the table, “I don’t think we need to specifically set a time for it.”

“Right here,” he points at his heart, “hurts right here.”

Nari and you chuckle at his antics. Your mouth waters looking at the hot food waiting for you to devour. “That’s the target.” You pick up your cutlery ready to dig in. “I still can’t believe someone is willing to marry you.”

Nari hums in agreement. “Do you think I am influenced by dark magic?”

Your body comes alive as soon as the flavours burst out on your tongue, “heaven.” You recollect yourself answering, “it is a possibility. Who would want to be with someone dictating your life.”

“Wow.” Seungkwan drops his chopsticks, “just wow. I really hate you two right now.”

You stick your tongue out at him. Nari pacifies him with pats on his shoulder. Watching them makes you miss Jeonghan, how nice it would be to have him next to you, and spend time with your other favourite people on earth.

Seungkwan answers his ringing phone, his pleasantness morphing into frown and finally settling on to horror listening to whoever is on the other side. “Why are you early?”

“What happened?” Nari whispers.

“I’m coming. I’m coming.” He stands up, his food untouched. “God, give me time to at least drive.” He cuts the call, “I am so sorry. We have to leave now. My sisters are here and already creating havoc. I need to go and put off the flames.” Nari sighs accompanying him, apologizing to you.

“Let’s meet tomorrow afternoon in the bakery.” Seungkwan says, “and the bill is on me. I am so sorry for leaving abruptly.”

“Tell your sisters that I said hi.” You wave them off, “and give me all the deets later, I’ll bring popcorn.”

—

The key digs into your skin, you glance at the keyhole, wondering if you can just go in. He did give you the spare key this morning for that purpose. You knock on the door.

Door swings open, a confused Jeonghan peeking through the small gap, seeing you standing on the other side, he lets you in. You curl your hair behind your ear, taking timid steps into his home. It isn’t that different from his Yangsan apartment, a table, and a couch is extra in this lonely, cold apartment.

“Did you forget the key?” Jeonghan stands behind you, holding his waist. “I remember giving you one.”

You show him the key, he presses his lips into a thin line. “I couldn’t just, I don’t know Jeonghan.”

He studies you, “I mean,” he takes a step, you take one back, the wicked gleam is back in his eyes, “you should slip in stealthily, before someone sees you.” He whispers in your ear, his lips brushing, “as I’m your dirty little secret.” He nips at your ear.

You grab onto his oversized tee steadying yourself. “You aren’t.” Your voice is feeble even to your ears. Jeonghan traces his lips from your ear to your cheek, pressing a wet kiss. “Hannie.”

“Now I’m Hannie again.” He smiles bittersweetly, “I’ll wait. It’s hard but I'll wait until you are comfortable.” He rests his forehead against yours, staying there for few minutes. “But it’s so hard, baby.”

“I’m sorry.”

He kisses on your nose, “don’t be. I deserved it.” He pulls away, “how was your dinner? It ended earlier than I thought.”

He slips away from you into the kitchen. You follow him, noticing the sad tilt to his lips. “Hannie, you aren’t my dirty little secret.”

He places a pot on the stove filling it with water. You rush to his side, sticking close to him, “I mean you are kind of my dirty little,” he glares at you, you explain, “the stuff we do isn’t family friendly, Yoon Jeonghan. Do I have to remind you the times you had me,” you blush at the endless memories of him bending you over and, you clear your throat. “Anyhow, all I want to say is,” you cling to his arm, “I’m staying quiet because we finally got back together.

“I don’t want anyone else’s opinion infiltrating our relationship. I want to enjoy this small bubble just by ourselves until we are stable and happy, and then we can let the world know.” You wait for his response with bated breath.

Jeonghan adds the ramen to the water, swirling the noodles, “Seungkwan will have opinions, you don’t want him to interfere our relation,” he crosses his arms across his chest, he sighs, “take your time, baby, I don’t want him anywhere near us too.”

You frown, “that’s not what I meant to be precise. I want him around but just not in my love life.”

“Same thing.” He clicks his tongue. “I’m okay with it but just don’t completely shove me away.”

“Never.” You cross your heart.

He laughs, pinching your cheek. “That’s my girl.”

—

The bakery Seungkwan has suggested is one for aesthetics. Strings of lights twirl across the walls like a creeper, the name of the bakery bright against the pastel pink wall. You find yourself a seat at one of the empty tables, shooting a text to Seungkwan saying you have reached and he is never on time.

Jeonghan sends you an image, a polo shirt and another image pops up on your phone, same shirt but in gray color. He tagged along with you, dropping you off at the cafe and passing time at the stores nearby. You choose the gray one, only for him to say not choosing that :p. This man.

Someone calls your name softly, you startle, seeing a stranger’s face right next to yours. He cringes at himself, standing up straight, holding up his arms, an easy grin on his face. He drags the chair across you, making himself home.

The chat with Jeonghan goes up and up with incoming pictures. You lock your phone before checking around the bakery waiting for someone to come up with a camera or anything. There’s no way a complete stranger knows your name and is staring at you like you just cured whatever he is going through.

“Uhm, who..?” You ask.

He smiles, leaning in, clasping his hands on the table. “Mingyu. Seungkwan must have shared some info with you.”

Chills pass down your body, goosebumps eliciting on your arms. Fuck. You desperately hope it’s not something you are thinking of. Seungkwan didn’t pull this stunt on you.

“You are Seungkwan’s friend right?” The easy smile slips off his face watching you frozen in your seat. “I’m sure it’s your images he sent.”

Seungkwan message illuminates your phone screen, Enjoy your date!

Fuck the wedding he is going to get strangled tonight. He tricked you into a blind date, and has the audacity to bail on you. You click on his message, Jeonghan sends another picture along with a hundred question marks.

Mingyu softly calls your name. Everything over stimulates your senses all at once.

What blind date???? I’m going to kill you Seungkwan.

-sent

“I’m sorry,” Mingyu apologises, “I didn’t expect him to not tell you. It must have shocked you.”

“No, no,” you feel worse than the time you were about to give the college entrance exam. “I have to apologize, I’m so sorry on behalf of my stupid friend who doesn’t know the term boundaries.” Your phone lights up again, but now it’s Jeonghan losing his mind.

What blind date????

-Hannie

What the fuck did your best friend do now?

-Hannie

Don’t tell me you are on a date with another man.

-Hannie

Say no baby. Tell me it’s not what I’m thinking.

-Hannie

Awesome, you sent the text to Jeonghan instead of Seungkwan. If you can just fling yourself out on the road then you might find some peace.

“Is everything alright?”

You shake your head, “my boyfriend is losing his shit. I’m so sorry, Mingyu, for the false hope and this news.”

Mingyu winces, “oh.”

“Seungkwan doesn’t know it yet. If he knew, he wouldn’t have done this.” You explain, “don’t get him wrong. But I would have appreciated some warning before.”

He shifts in his seat uncomfortably, the table too short for his height. “Yeah, I understand.”

“I’m really, really sorry.”

“Please stop apologising.” Mingyu smiles bittersweetly, “it’s given that pretty girls do have boyfriends. I guess I’m late.”

Not knowing what to say you remain silent, toying with the tablecloth. He speaks again, “I just wanted to let you know that when Seungkwan showed me your picture, I was excited. And when he said all those stories of you I really thought I hit a jackpot.”

“That’s just him bluffing. Trust me I’m not as shiny as he described.”

The doors to the bakery shoves open, the bells jangling violently. Jeonghan, dressed in all black, strides in, his narrowed eyes on Mingyu, his fists clenched by his side. His long hair sways with each strong step. Fuck.

“Hannie,” you panic knowing damn well what he is capable of doing. “Please calm down.”

Jeonghan grabs your throat, crashing his lips on yours. He nips on your bottom lip, his hand squeezing slightly. You part your lips, he swallows your moan, his tongue swirling along yours, teasingly, making you crave for more. He parts from your lips, a string of saliva connecting yours with his, his blown out dark orbs consuming your entire being.

“Fuck taking it slow.” He grits, holding your hand, helping you up from the chair. He glares at the man who is watching you two with his jaw hung open. Jeonghan leads you out to his car, the entire walk a blur, you follow whatever he tells you to do, stringing along his fingers like a puppet, he says sit when he opens the door for you, you settle on the passenger seat, he buckles you in, biting your lower lip before he closes the door.

He drives you to his apartment, the entire ride you sit still, sneaking little glances at Jeonghan. He turns the steering wheel with one hand, the other one on your lap, dangerously close to your core.

The sensation of his fingers ignites a fire inside you, your lips still tingling with his warmth. Your entire body burning up with the need of him, his hands, his touch, his lips and him, him, him.

Jeonghan parks the car in the basement, exiting the car and slamming the door shut. You jerk up from the thoughts of him, a fear taking over the desire momentarily, he is really pissed. You remember the night you two confessed, the night where you went on a date just to forget him for one night, only to find him waiting in your home, angry.

The night ended with you screaming his name, and him enjoying it with grunts, and praises. You couldn’t move from your bed the next morning.

Jeonghan opens the door for you, observing you for a minute, leaning in unbuckling you, and extending his arm for you to hold him. You comply, following his silent footsteps to the elevator, his grip on you is strong but not crushing.

He unlocks the door to his apartment, you hesitate, he looks over his shoulder, raising his eyebrow. You enter his apartment with bated breath, “I did tell him I have a boyfriend.” Your voice comes out meek and shaky, “I wasn’t expecting a blind date, Hannie, I would have never gone if I had known.”

He frowns, bending down he helps you take off your heels, “I know, baby.” He reassures you, “I know you would never cheat on me,” he sets the heels next to his shoes. “But,” he grabs your bag from you, setting it up on the wooden cabinet. “I’m so pissed, seeing that man,” he trails his fingers on your arm, igniting goosebumps, “thinking he had a chance with you, my girl.”

He tugs you to him, his arm around your waist. “I don’t share.” His teeth sink on your collarbone, “especially you.” You grip on his hair, a stinging pain on your neck. “Now, that lackey will run to your friend, crying over what happened.”

You feel his smile on your skin. Wicked.

“Hannie,” you whine, tugging on his hair.

“Up,” he commands, tapping on the back of thigh once. You jump circling your legs around his hips, he grunts, “good girl.” He rewards you with a slap on your ass.

You bury your face in his neck, pressing soft kisses on his neck, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders, clinging like your life depends on him. An appreciative moan leaves his lips, his fingers digging into your hips, he turns his head to the side giving you more freedom to kiss him.

You stretch your back, kissing his cheek, his jaw, sliding your lips to his, you pull back a little staring at his slightly swollen lips. He closes the distance his mouth pressing into yours, you press your thumb on his lips, he parts them, you slip your finger in, he closes around it, his tongue flicking it. You groan, closing your eyes at the sensation, he nips at the skin. You clasp your legs tighter around him, he closes his eyes, throwing his head back, letting out a loud moan.

“Hannie,” you call his name sweetly, softly.

He presses you to the wall, “again.”

“Hannie,” you coo into his ear, rolling your hips. He shudders, gasping in your ear. You clutch his chin, pulling him to you, staring at his lips, his upper lip protruding slightly more than his lower lip, you take in his upper lip in your mouth, kissing, sucking and biting before letting go.

His hooded eyes on you, “missed that kiss baby.” He nuzzles into your cheek, “had me stay up nights craving for it.”

You resume kissing his jaw, underside of his chin, drag your lips across his neck, he groans, his hips thrusting into you in reflex, you moan rolling your hips, sinking your teeth on his collarbone, remembering all the girls he went out with before you.

He hisses in pain, panting, “baby.”

“I remembered something I shouldn’t.” You detach yourself from his neck, “I hate all those girls you went out with.”

“Yeah?” He looks into your eyes, “did miss bloom_234 hate it too?”

You gasp, hitting his chest, “how do you know?”

He just kisses your lips, “there’s no need for you to be jealous,” he pacifies you, “if you knew how each one ended I think you would be very happy.”

He opens the door to his room, dropping you on his bed, he rests a knee on the bed leaning back taking you in his sheets. “Perfect.” He crawls over to you, hovering over you, “I missed you.”

He pulls up your blue blouse over your head, he licks his lips at your black bra contrasting your skin. You tug at his shirt, he removes it, throwing it somewhere in the room. You slide your hand over his bare skin, grazing your nails all along. He shudders, his eyes fluttering shut, moaning your name.

He snaps his eyes open, eyebrows draw in, he pushes your breasts up, his finger tracing the underside of your breasts. “You have new moles.”

“Really?” You say absentmindedly, tracing his happy trail disappearing into his pants.

He grunts, leaning down kissing the moles, “fucking sexy.”

You grab onto his hair, moaning. Your entire body coming alive under his touch, you squirm under him trying to relieve yourself from the ache. He presses his body on you reading your tics, he rolls his hips into you, your lips parting letting out a silent gasp, his own lips mirroring yours, watching you come undone under him.

“Hannie,” you scream, as his fingers gravitate to your lower half, pressing where it is aching. “Hannie…”

He nods in encouragement, “louder.”

You rake your hand through his hair, moving his hair off his face getting a better look of him. He leans into your palm, you tug his hair, sitting up halfway catching his lips. His tongue meets yours, battling for dominance, you push him back onto his knees, sitting on his lap, you readjust that you are an inch taller than him.

You break the messy, wet kiss, wiping his chin off the saliva. “Hannie,” you call his name just to make sure you aren’t dreaming.

His starry eyes scan your face, he hums. You kiss his forehead, showering kisses all over his face. “I love you, Hannie.” You whisper in between giving him open mouthed kisses.

He flips over, resting your leg around his waist, he rolls his hips right where you need him. “I love you,” he unbuckles your bra, “I love you more than anything.” He sits back, taking in you in all of your glory, “I’m so lucky.” He crashes his lips, making you chant his name, and his ministrations reaching the places where he only went and felt.

—

You feel a nudge on your shoulder, a voice calling your name. You stir awake, your entire body screaming in pain. You groan, moving your legs slowly, lying on your back, blinking your eyes open. Jeonghan is looming over you, his entire face glowing and radiating happiness.

“Morning.” You squeak in a hoarse voice, you clear your throat, “Hannie.” Sleep sneaks up on you, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Baby,” he presses a kiss on your nose, “your stomach is growling. I brought breakfast.”

You whine, covering yourself with sheets and turning away from him, your body sends a sweet signal on why you can’t flip as you want yet. You groan, pressing onto your thighs, trying to salvage the ache.

“I get a feeling that your body can't handle it.” Jeonghan picks up the sheet, settling next to you. He curls himself in the shape of you, pressing a long kiss on your cheek, his hand massaging your thighs avoiding the places that are too intimate. “You need to build stamina,” he chides.

“I want to let you know,” you mumble into the pillow you are hugging, “I will rip your hair if you call me weak one more time.”

He laughs, his morning deep voice echoing in your ear, making you smile in return. “That’s the girl I know.” He presses one more kiss on your temple, “let’s eat. Please.”

“Five more minutes,” you plead.

He sighs, “we will shower together, and I’ll help if you get up now.”

You peek at him, “really?”

He hums, his fingers moving across your soft folds. “Promise, now, let’s get your stomach calm down.”

It growls one more time as if it got offended. You pout, resting your hand on top of his, patting your stomach (his hand), “okay, let’s eat.”

“Finally.” He stretches to the night table next to the bed, retrieving a shirt. He helps you put the shirt on, tugging it down your body, not before pinching your chest in the process.

You slap his arm, “men.”

He smiles cheekily, “beauty must be admired.” He catches your arm before it can punch him in the face. “Okay, okay. You became so violent.”

He grabs the plate from his study table, his eyes taking in your disastrous morning form, he bites on his lower lip, sitting next to you. “You know,” he suppresses his smile, opening his mouth to continue.

“Don’t say it.” You warn knowing he isn’t going to say something nice. That teasing lilt is showing all over him.

He giggles to himself, “just because you begged.”

“That’s not begging.” You point your finger at him. “Stop with whatever you are trying to do.”

He kisses your nose, “okay, baby. No more begging, it makes my heart sad.”

You chew on your lip watching him hum under his breath, spreading peanut butter across the bread. “Anything for you, Hannie.”

He pauses the sliding of the spoon across the bread, narrowing his eyes at you. He doesn’t comment on your faux innocent face. He hands you over the bread, peanut butter accidentally gets on his fingers.

You hold the bread in one hand, take his fingers into your mouth sucking them clean. The spoon in his hand drops onto the plate with a clatter, his jaw hanging open as he watches you look up at him through your lashes. He curls his fingers in your mouth, your eyes flutter shut in ecstasy and you remove his fingers before he gains the upper hand.

“Sorry, a habit,” you smile, shoving the bread in your mouth, not giving him a chance to lure you into doing something more.

“You.” He runs his other hand which isn’t covered in your fluids through his hair, swearing under his breath. Probably replaying last night.

You munch on the bread, enjoying the peanut butter (his agony). “Is something wrong?”

He shoots daggers at you. “No.”

“Okay~” you hum a song under your breath.

He applies the spread on another slice, “are you up for—”

“No, Hannie.”

He pouts, shoulders slumping. “You really need to work on your sta—” he screams when you hold his hair.

“I didn’t even do anything!” You hit his arm, “stop being dramatic.”

He sets the plate on the bed, “did you pull out my precious hair? Am I bald now?”

“I didn’t even pull. You know that.” You are on your knees, towering over him. But you still check your hands for his hair. Not even one single strand is on your hand. “Not even a single hair is harmed.” You show him your hand.

“Oh.” He pulls you onto him by your waist, making you sit on him. “My bad. I got scared.” He nuzzles his face into your chest, shaking it side to side. “My stress balls.”

“Yoon fucking Jeonghan!”

—

The happy bubble pops once you check your phone. In the bliss of being with your lover, the blind date and whole ordeal in the bakery has slipped off your mind. Dozens of texts from Seungkwan and Nari, coupled with missed calls. Seungkwan’s messages go from screaming to cold, distant. Your heart drops to your stomach, rereading that one text.

I didn’t expect this from you.

-Seungkwan

He is disappointed with you. You know that this would happen, heck, this is what you were scared of happening. His words on the screen become bigger and bigger, taunting you, almost accusing you of your changed behaviour. This isn’t how you used to be, that leads to the point of how Jeonghan is already influencing you in the wrong way.

It is a stretch, Seungkwan didn’t explicitly worded those, your mind is conjuring all the unhappened scenarios, fracturing your memories, and simply, making you overthink and panic.

Jeonghan drops a towel on your head, ruffling your wet hair. “Should we go and get real food?” He calls your name twice, thrice before coming around the couch, sitting next to you. “What’s wrong?” He panics, taking the phone.

“I am sorry.” You sniffle, pressing the edge of your palms on your eyes. “I’m so sorry for causing,” you snuck in a breath, “all the troubles.”

Jeonghan throws the phone behind him, somewhere on the couch. He pulls you to his chest, patting gently on your back. “You did nothing wrong. Loving someone is never a crime, baby,” he kisses your head, “you shouldn’t apologize for that, I get that there have been not so great moments between us, and it’s just your friend’s apprehension.”

You look up at him mid snuffle, “who are you?”

He grins, “your most understanding boyfriend. One moment.” He untangles himself from you, disappearing into his room and comes back with a tissue box. He holds a tissue against your runny nose but you take it from him shyly. “As I was saying,” he picks up the towel, resuming drying your hair, “if you just meet with him and talk it through, he will eventually come around.”

“Really? I’m scared he will throw me out of his life.” You voice out your insecurities. “I’m not sure how I would handle something like that.”

“He would never, which is annoying,” your eyes are full of tears again at his words, he quickly amends, “to me, baby, to me. From what I have seen he is going to till the end, if,” he emphasises, “you meet and communicate everything.”

“You think so?”

“I think so.” He pinches your cheek, “now text him to meet.”

—

You are standing outside a restaurant with shaky hands shoved inside your pockets. Seungkwan and Nari are inside, waiting. Jeonghan turns his head from you to the restaurant and vice versa.

He pulls out his lollipop (the one you shoved in as he can’t stop saying nonsense), “we have all day. Take your time.”

You shove your elbow into his ribs, he keels over holding onto your arm. “Oh, didn’t see you there. Sorry.”

“Very funny.” He straightens up after a beat of suffering, taking a step away from you, “how can one night in my arms change you into a violent person? When you should be all lovey-dovey and cling onto me like your life depends—” you shove that lollipop back in his mouth, yet it’s too late.

A stranger passing next to you into the restaurant snaps his head at you in surprise, his face red. He quickly disappears into the restaurant when Jeonghan cuts his line of sight of you, and barks, “what?”

“Yoon Jeonghan,” you grit, grabbing his jacket and dragging him into the restaurant. “Should I worry about Seungkwan or your mouth that doesn’t know when to shut up.”

His arm comes around your shoulder, whispering, “that hurts, baby. How can you say that about my mouth when it only gives you happiness. If you forgot, I'm happy to redo last night anytime.” He stops, pulling you back into him, “on second thought, fuck Seungkwan. Let’s go home.”

You groan into your hands. “Mistake. Mistake. I shouldn’t have brought you here. Stupid. Stupid.”

“There. There.” He pried your hands off your face, mock concern written all over him. “I’m your guide, light and whatever there is in times of your pain.”

You roll your eyes, throwing your hands in the air. “Shut up. This isn’t the time.”

“When it’s you, my love,” he takes a dramatic step towards you, “it is always the right time.” He crouches to your height, “as I always love you.”

You smile at his cheesy lines, and his cheesy face. “Shut up,” you say, but it is feeble to your own ears.

He grins in satisfaction, “let’s go talk with him and go home. And,” he intertwines your hand with his, walking to the table where your two friends are watching like hawks, “walk straight, unless you want your friends to know what we did last night. Or morning.”

You flush at his words. Does that mean all the way here people weren’t looking at you weirdly for the stray strand sticking up? He lied to you? Or maybe he wanted to make you feel comfortable. This man will get you killed someday from the sheer high blood pressure (and he will follow just because he can’t live without teasing you).

He squeezes your hand once as the table is one foot away, he looks over his shoulder, his lips pressed in a thin line noticing the anxiety all over you. He pulls out a chair for you first nudging you to sit, “it’s going to be okay. I’m here.” He kisses your cheek and pulls the chair next to you, dragging it close to yours.

Seungkwan watches you two with distaste, mostly at the man next to you, as if he offended the entirety of his clan and is whistling away at their misery. Seungkwan’s dislike towards Jeonghan turned into hate because of you, the time before your break up was rocky, and Seungkwan did leave your side in the time of your needs.

“I’m sorry about Mingyu.” You break the ice. “I should have told you beforehand,” you drop your gaze to your lap, fumbling with your fingers, “I just couldn’t find the right time.”

Seungkwan exhales loudly, opening his mouth and closing it several times. “Why him? He broke your heart once, he would do it again. That’s classic Yoon Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan leans back in his chair, hand reaching out to yours, he squeezes as if reminding you. Remember my words. Don’t get swayed.

“How can you be so sure of it?” Jeonghan asks, “if all I need is to have done it before, then I did love her. What if I just love her this time? Through thick and thin, hold her tightly instead of letting it go this time.

“I get that you come from a place of love for her, but she's a fully capable adult who can decide for herself.”

Seungkwan scoffs, “don’t make me laugh. She is blindsided, I’m just looking out for her, saving her from an asshole who hits people.” He smirks at the dumbfounded Jeonghan, “thought I didn’t know?”

You snap towards your boyfriend, dread settling in the pit of your stomach. Hitting? What on earth is he doing with his life? He didn’t run into trouble at Yangsan, you would know somehow if he did, it’s a small city and the circle is too close to each other to let go of gossiping this big news. It must have happened while in Seoul.

Suddenly you are back to the night of your first blind date with Jeonghan. Seungkwan spewed something along these lines even then. Now you remember, it’s because of you.

“Don’t overthink,” Jeonghan is on alert from reading your face, “it was really really minute, almost nothing.”

You grip onto his fingers, “tell me what happened.”

Jeonghan throws a dirty look at Seungkwan for putting him into this situation. You tap on his hand, pulling his attention back to you. If Seungkwan is making it a big thing then there must be something.

“Just an ex colleague of mine made a crass comment,” he doesn’t look at you, “I couldn’t hold back.”

You press on, “tell me in detail. What did he say to you? You are good at what you do.”

Jeonghan didn’t climb up just on pure luck. His dedication, hard work and long hours are what made him reach a higher position for his age.

“He was shitting on me for letting go of a girl that he would,” he looks at you, pressing his lips into a thin line, he doesn’t want to say it out loud, you decipher, you nod, encouragingly, “have fun with.”

You have a feeling that he is sugar coating the words. “Did he talk that vulgar of her to make you snap?” You are happy that he stood up for a girl.

He shakes his head once. “Then he brought you up,” his eyes glazed over, anger sizzling in them, “and I couldn’t hold back. I hit him so good,” he smirks, “it was bloody everywhere.”

You stare at him, the perfectly long strands falling onto his face, covering the side, his proud smile. He turns to you, hesitance in demeanour as you don’t speak. He couldn’t stomach someone talking wrongly about you.

“What did he say?”

“I’m not sure you want to know.”

“Please.”

He looks at the curious Nari and shocked Seungkwan, leans into your ear, whispering, “he said sex with you must be boring.” He grips your inner thigh, under the table, “the fuck he knows.” His finger brushes your core before moving his hand to your knees, to a safe place.

You reach for water, taking a big gulp. Nari and Seungkwan watch you curiously, the reddening cheeks grabbing their attention.

“What did he say?” Nari questions. “You can’t leave us hanging!” She points at Jeonghan, “it’s like watching a movie and turning it off at the climax.”

Jeonghan grins, folding his arms across his chest. “Secret.”

“Ugh, Seungkwan, you can get more details, right? Ask the person who told you about the fight. Please, please.”

“That’s not the point here.” He sucks his teeth. “The point is if he is violent with others how are you sure he wouldn’t be with you.”

“He would never.” You say with conviction. “Jeonghan would never.”

Jeonghan presses your knee in appreciation. You continue, looking Seungkwan head on, “he may hurt me, I might hurt him. It is inevitable. He reigns that power over me, one word from him can cut me into pieces but,” you pause, you slouch slowly, “he also can pull me out of my misery with a single word.”

This morning is an example of it. You were shaking, the weight of guilt sitting on your shoulders, mind everywhere. And he walks in with his easy smiles and reassuring words, quickly leads you to a solution, and offers his shoulder to listen to your concerns, more like pries them off your chest. He has always been your sun, shining brightly through your clouded moments.

“All I want from him is to not give up when things get hard. And not run away.”

He promised you he wouldn’t. Since the moment you met him again on the blind date, he has been trying his best, keeping his word. No matter how hard you pushed him away, he gave you time and space to sit with your feelings, some run-ins with him have been purely coincidental, almost like a destiny.

His presence in your life has brought back peace, calm, and love. A pillar that holds you, grounds you down. All you need from him is his love.

“I won’t run away,” he promises. You kiss his cheek in appreciation.

Nari coos in awe. Seungkwan still doesn’t look happy with the relationship. But there’s a crack in his stance, wavering his outlook on Jeonghan.

“I’m sorry, Seungkwan, for keeping it a secret. It hasn’t been that long since we started seeing each other.”

Jeonghan opens his mouth to rebut. You kick his leg. He shuts it back.

“I don’t see the need for you to keep anything from me.” He smiles sadly, “did I not give you that space to talk about anything and everything?”

“I just know that you hate him,” you say, he nods in confirmation. Jeonghan scoffs. You continue, “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Seungkwan is taken aback at your words. “Disappoint? I speak garbage when I’m angry but never once I feel disappointed with you. I’m so sorry that I made you feel that somehow.

“I may not be happy with your selection, but if he is really gonna make you feel happy, I’m not the one to decline. After seeing you the last two years all I want is happiness for you. For you, I’m willing to,” he looks at Jeonghan, “try.”

“Really?” You leap from your chair.

Seungkwan chuckles, “yeah. It’s good to see that he was defending your name even in your absence.”

Jeonghan’s shoulders reach his ears in pride.

“But how are you going to do long distance?” Nari asks.

“About that,” you clear your throat, “he is kind of living in Yangsan.”

“What?” Seungkwan barks.

“He moved,” you add.

“Yoon Jeonghan? Moved? Why?”

Jeonghan beats you to answer, “this is nothing compared to the people we love.”

Your heart flutters in your chest. Those are the words you said to him when he asked why you took the transfer instead of Seungkwan. Jeonghan moved because he loves you, he is willing to do everything just for you. Tears well up in your eyes, unable to hold in the waves of emotions hitting you. Does distance really make the heart grow fonder?

“That’s sappy.” Seungkwan rolls his eyes, but smiles for the first time in the evening. Nari laughs, happy with the argument subsiding for now.

You laugh along with her, heart at ease, happy. You are happy with Yoon Jeonghan, the words he says, the teasing eyes before he does any mischief, you are in love with just Yoon Jeonghan, in whatever form he is gonna come in future. He is going to be your Jeonghan.

He notices your loving stare, he grins at you, “see, communication resolved it.” He presses a kiss on your lips, “you got worried for nothing.”

“I love you,” you mutter when he just pulled away, he doesn’t stray far listening to your confession. He comes back to your lips, now, pressing with more conviction, and a happiness that couldn’t contain in himself, coming out in the form of a wide smile and a chuckle.

“Is this what Mingyu saw yesterday?” Seungkwan’s voice snapped you two out of your moment. “Did you know you traumatised that poor soul?”

Jeonghan pulls away with a smug grin, “serves him right.”

You slap his shoulder. “Shut up.” You turn to Seungkwan, “please tell him that we are really sorry.”

“I’m not.”

“Yoon Jeonghan.”

“What? I’m really not.”

Seungkwan throws his hands in the air, “here we go again.”

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