#if you travel with them be ready they be talking shit n spilling tea

[abovedark]

amélie: talking mad smack about tav @c-leric, over her goblet of wine: …he got a big head too

[kiribaku-queen]

The Blood King and his Queen [13]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Romance, Angst, Drama

Word count: 3.0K

Summary:  From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasn’t going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?

A/N: Feeling alot better but still not fully recovered, but I'm getting there! I hope you enjoy this week chapter and see you Friday! Happy reading, loves!

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“Hurry up! We’re going to be late!”

“Put that down, we have to go!”

“(y/n), didn’t you hear the news? There’s a special guest coming!” one of the girls grabbed you, trying to make you hurry to go somewhere. You were just as confused as some of the girls you were with.

“What’s going on?” you questioned. Everything was running around, the scene so hectic that you couldn’t wrap your head around anything that was going on.

“We don’t have time! Just, come on!” the girls grabbed you by the arm and rushed you into this big room where you usually greet your guests. A huge square table sat in the middle of the room with pillows neatly surrounding it to be used as seats. Small teacups were being set the moment you entered the room and the girls were getting adjusted to their positions. They were making sure that everyone was presentable: their clothes were neat and free from stains, their hair was up and neatly placed. They also made sure that everything in the room was in the right place, right where they should be. Two sets of tea pots were at each end of the table, ready to be served to the guests.

You were about to take your place in line, but one of the older servants took you to the side and make you stand right next to one of the teapot.

“Wha-” you were about to refuse this position, since it’s usually reserved for only the most deserving servants, but was quickly hushed.

“You’ll be serving tea to our special guests,” she quickly explained. “The princess specifically asked you.” God, why you again? As much as you didn’t want to, you didn’t have any room to argue. So you stood there, making sure that your uniform was on correctly and that not even a single piece of hair was misplaced on your head.

“They’re here! Places girls! Be on your best behavior,” the eldest servant ordered and she made herself comfortable in her place right by the double doors. The double doors opened and on cue, every single girl, including you, bowed their heads low to their special guests.

In came the princess first. Not much a surprise there. Without a word, she made her way to the middle of the table where she sat comfortably in her designated spot, purposely leaving a seat open right next to her. Right behind her, came her personal servants who stood behind her. Then, powerful footsteps walked into the room, their presence having an effect on everyone in the room. Their presence was so powerful that it send shivers down your spine. Who was this special guest that carried such a strong aura like that? The guest exhaled deeply, allowing a low growl escape. But something in that growl made your throat hitch and your heart stop. You knew that voice anywhere. But it couldn’t be…

“Presenting: Prince Bakugou Katsuki! We humbly welcome you to our kingdom,” one of the guards announced. They offered him a seat right across from the princess, his rightful fiancée. And he accepted reluctantly.

He sat down roughly and not so elegantly. A permanent scowl remained on his face and all the girls shook in fear. They expected the Blood Prince to cause great fear but experiencing it for the first time was frightening. But not to you. You knew it was all an act. But still, you heart was feeling heavy upon his arrival. You happened to glance up, just to get a quick glance. Was that really him? And sure enough. One leg was crossed while the other was propped up and he leaned back with such carelessness. He hadn’t seen you yet, which was a good thing. He didn’t need to know you were here. You bit your lip to try to hide any emotions peeking through. Taking deep breaths slowly in and out, you tried to regulate your emotions as best as you could.

The Prince’s soldiers traveled close behind him, taking a seat on both sides of their prince. Shit, now there was a higher chance that one of them was going to notice you. One of the ladies nudged you, snapping you out of your thoughts. She was giving you a stern look and moving her eyes to the teapot. Right, you had a job to do. You were too busy worrying about yourself that you forgot that you were the one supposed to be pouring the tea. And you were supposed to do that a while ago and the other girl was waiting on you since you both had to start at the same time.

Snapping out of it, you grabbed the teapot and began pouring tea for the special guests. Unlucky for you, you had to serve the side with Bakugou’s men. Which means that you were about to pour tea for Bakugou. But you weren’t ready to face him yet. The closer you got to him, the more your chest pounded out of nervousness.

It didn’t help that the first drink you poured was for him. He was the very special guest of the day, of course he had to be served first. As carefully as you could, and without sparing a glance at him, you kneeled down to level yourself before pouring the hot tea into his cup. You solely focused on the steaming liquid to further suspicion that you were there.

But Bakugou almost didn’t notice you. He wasn’t even going to look in your direction. But when he saw that fragile hand, he happened to glance up and he couldn’t believe his eyes. Bakugou had to take a doubletake at you. He thought his eyes had deceived him. But after a closer look, he was sure it was you. He felt like time had stopped and all he could hear was the rapid beat of his heart. You took away this breath, like you did every time. The way you looked so concentrated, the way your lips were slightly parted, eyebrows furrowed ever so lightly, eyes twinkling in the sun’s reflection. Breathtaking. Yet he didn’t say anything. He couldn’t say anything. All he could do was watch your every move. He watched as you moved from him to the other guests in the room, gently pouring the tea, careful not to spill a single drop.

You made your way around the room, not noticing the pair of crimson eyes on you. The other girl hadn’t made her rounds yet, which means the princess hasn’t been poured her drink. You took the liberty to continue on and be the one to serve her. As you kneeled down, carefully holding the lid to dispense the hot liquid, the princess side eyed you and smirked. With a swift nudge, her elbow came into contact with your body, causing you to jerk and accidentally spill the tea all over the princess’s expensive and one-of-a-kind dress. Your mouth hung open in disbelief and horror as you realized what you just did.

“I’m-” you began to apologize but you couldn’t finish because of her hand coming into contact with your cheek, a sharp and strong pain immediately took effect. You could already feel your cheek swelling up. The slap was so loud that it caused the whole room to be silenced and all eyes were on you.

“How dare you be so careless!” the princess scolded you, wiping away the excess water.

Bakugou’s eyes widened at the scene in front of him. Suddenly, he was seeing red and rage began to build in him. He put his strong hand on the table with great force and was about to stand up, but a hand stopped him. When Bakugou looked over with fury in his eyes, Kirishima was looking straight ahead, shaking his head.

It was a warning. If he knew what was best for you, then he wouldn’t react. He has to let it go for your sake. Or else you’d get it worse later. And Bakugou knew that. He knew that but… seeing that happen to you and not being able to do anything for you left a bitter taste in his mouth. So he sat back down, feeling useless.

The slap stunned you. You stood there frozen in place, not knowing what to do for a second. But the growing ache on your cheek made you snap out of it. It was your fault. Had you been paying more attention, you wouldn’t have spilled on the princess. Your mistake. Bowing your head apologetically, you retreated back to your place among all the other girls. Your cheek was burning from how hard she slapped you that you made a slight face of agony.

Bakugou saw this as he was still observing you. And it turned his mood even more sour, like it wasn’t sour already. He had to bite his tongue, no matter how badly he wanted to act out.

After that whole ordeal, you found out that the Prince was staying for a bit. You groaned to yourself and thought how much you wish it wasn’t true. Now you were going to be seeing more of him. Oh well, at least you don’t have to talk to him. You’re only serving him, like you should be as a servant. No more, no less. But you know you’re heart was going to break every time you were going to be around him. That part you weren’t looking forward to, but you didn’t have to look or speak to him.

You thought that you were being lowkey about avoiding the Blood Prince. None of the girls had asked you about your relationship with him ever since that first time, but there was one girl who paid a little bit more attention towards you. Her being one of your best friends.

She noticed that you were acting weird, purposely looking away from the Prince or whenever he comes up in conversation. You were avoiding him at all costs.

There were so many instances where you were in the presence of the great Prince, whether it would be serving him or passing by him, and his eyes were always on you. And only you.

You could be the one serving him tea and while his eyes were concentrated on you, you would be looking away. Anywhere but him. You would be one of the princess’s attendants while her and the Prince took a stroll in the garden. And the girls would be talking about them but you were silent the entire time, never looking in their direction. You would either be looking to the side or down at the ground. There are times when you and some of the other girls would be passing him by and you would quickly shut your mouth, looking down at the ground. Again, the Prince’s gaze was always on you. Something happened between you two while you were away on your failed mission and she wanted to get to the bottom of it.

The princess was also noticing what Bakugou was going and she was getting angry about it with every passing day. She wanted the Prince to look only at her, not some servant he happened to fall in love with. It was all your fault. She shouldn’t have sent you in the first place. She just didn’t want to get married! But after seeing who she was getting married to, now she couldn’t complain. He was too handsome to pass up, even if he had a bad attitude. Think. What could she do to punish you even more? Then it hit her. The princess smirked because she couldn’t wait to use her new toy on you.

Your friend had also noticed you were acting strange around the Prince’s soldiers. You would always try to avoid them as much as possible. But it was hard when they were staying close to the servants quarters.

You were on your way to do the laundry, hands full with a basket of clothes when you run into the Blood Prince’s trusted soldiers. You were already exhausted with the day’s events. Finally getting around to doing the laundry was your time to relax and have time for yourself. But that mood turned quickly when you saw that familiar red hair. Kirishima, Denki, Sero and Mina had all stopped in their tracks and you did the same. The feeling of shame hit you all over again, and you couldn’t look them in the eyes. You bowed to them, not saying anything and turned around with your basket of clothes. You were so close to the laundry pool. So, so close. It was literally right there. But you decided to take the longer route to the pool, to avoid any conversation or ridicule you would get from Bakugou’s soldiers.

But that wasn’t the case. Their hearts hurt, seeing your pained expression. You were hurt, confused, ashamed, humiliated. They could see it all. Mina wanted to go after you. She took one step but was stopped by Kirishima holding her arm back.

But-” Mina tried to argue but Kirishima gave her a stern look.

“It’s not our place,” he said and Mina backed down, regretfully. Kirishima looked off into the distance towards your direction and sighed. He wanted to talk to you, too. To comfort you. They all did. But they knew the only person who could, was Bakugou.

Kirishima had closed the shoji screen door behind him with a soft click. Bakugou was laying down on his side with one hand propping his head up and one leg bent in a comfortable position, all while fanning himself with a hand fan.

“Your Highness,” Kirishima bowed, greeting his long time friend.

“What is it?” Bakugou rudely asked. His temper had gotten out of control since you left. But the red haired wasn’t fazed at all.

“(y/n),” was all he said to make the Blood Prince halt his every movement. “She is at the river pool doing laundry, if you wish to see her.” Without hesitation, Bakugou stood up and stormed out of there, heading your direction. Instead of confronting you directly, he decided to climb the building and onto the plated roof that overlooked the river pool.

The laundry pool was outside, the water was steaming with hot water. You had taken your slippers off at the entry and walked along the wet, stoned path to get to the water. Several girls were there, also doing their share of the laundry, but you had gotten there pretty late. That was mostly because you were still tending to the princes. One by one, they were on their way back to the servant’s quarters, leaving you alone. Which was okay, because you needed some alone time.

Little did you know, you weren’t actually alone. Bakugou was watching your every move. From how your wash and beat the laundry to you wiping your face, hissing at the pain that was still on your cheek. Bakugou was feeling many mixed emotions at the moment. His heart leapt at the sight of you, but was also heartbroken because of what you did. He didn’t know if he could forgive you but he fucking missed you. He missed you so much. There was never a moment where you weren’t running around in his mind. When he saw how much pain you were in, he had to restrain himself from jumping down there to see if you were okay. Before it got too much for him, he forced himself to leave.

Laundry was exhausting for sure. It was time consuming and required a lot of energy. But it was so late and no one around you, so you took your time wringing and flattening the clothes. No one could bother you. No one could talk to you. You were left to be distracted by your own thoughts. This was probably your favorite time of the day because it was so relaxing. You had saw movement out of the side of your eyes but when you went to look, there was nothing there. You looked again, and nothing.

“Huh,” you shrugged to yourself. You must have imagined it because you were so exhausted.

On your way back, you sighed with fatigue, your back aching from bending down all day. You couldn’t wait to finally hit your not-so-soft bed and turn in for the night. But someone had taken your hand and pulled you aside. It was your best friend who was keeping tabs on you this whole time.

“Okay, spill,” she ordered, hands crossed against her chest.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, confused.

“What really happened to you when you were with the Prince?” she asked and your face dropped. All of a sudden, now she wants to ask this? Did she find something out? Did someone snitch? But who? She could see the panic in your eyes and sighed.

“You’ve been acting really weird lately. Ever since the Prince showed up. I know you haven’t been 100% truthful. So what happened between you two?” she asked. You didn’t even have to say anything and she could tell. It was all in your eyes.

“You’re in love with him?” she whispered and you bowed your head in shame. “You know you’ll never be together, right? You’re just a servant. Born a servant and will always be a servant. What were you thinking?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what fairy tail I was living in,” you admit.

“Well snap out of it. You might get us all in trouble if you keep that up,” she said before taking her leave.

She was right. Any sane person could see that a Prince, soon-to-be King, would never be with someone of her status. It was a mistake to fall for him. You knew that from the very beginning. Yet… every time you saw him, your heart wanted to burst with happiness. You wanted to be wrapped in his embrace. Feel his lips against yours. You wanted to fall asleep and wake up next to him every morning. You wanted to tell him silly food puns at every chance you got. You wanted to go another hot spring with him, this time without the monkey. You wanted to continue to help those helpless people around his kingdom. You saw a future with him. But that very image crumbled before your very eyes and you were left with nothing. Because like your friend said, you were a servant, nothing more, nothing less.

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[with-love-anu]

The New Neighbour 1

PAIRING: Sirius Black x Reader

Series Masterlist

Sirius sat down at the table yawning. James was just back from his run and was making a smoothie for himself.

“Morin’” Sirius mumbled.

“Good morning.”

Sirius poured himself some coffee, making himself a sandwich.

“How many steps today?”

“14 K . It’s getting better, I am nearing the goal.” James said smiling as Sirius nodded.

“James, you are amazing, they’ll regret not having you on the team.” Sirius said taking a big bite of the bread.

“I know, I know. I just want to make sure my audition goes well.” They heard some fumbling and turned to see Remus coming out of his room with disheveled hair.

James sighed.

“Were you up again, reading all night?”

“In my defense, there were just 5 chapters left.” Remus said, boiling some water for tea.

There was a knock on the door and Sirius groaned.

“Must be the encyclopedia man. I’ve told him so many times we are not interested, yet he wouldn’t just listen.” Sirius got up fussing and opened the door.

“WE DON’T BLOODY NEED YOUR ENCLYCOPEDIAS! GET A HINT! …fuck off?” Sirius stopped yelling seeing a (Y/h/c) haired girl standing outside.

“Oh… hello?” Sirius whispered, cursing himself for behaving such in front of a cute looking stranger.

“I assure you I would not try to sell any encyclopedias to you.” She said with an amused smile and Sirius clenched his eyes shut.

“I’m (Y/n) by the way. I was moving into 18 B and thought I’d introduce myself.” (Y/n) said with a smile.

“Sirius.” Sirius said giving the girl a smile. He opened the door wider and gestured to his friends.

“He’s James and he’s Remus. We’re roommates.”

“James, Remus this is (Y/n) and she’s moving in 18 B.” (Y/n) gave a small wave, smiling at them.

Remus furrowed his brows.

“You aren’t (Y/n) (Y/l/n), are you?”

“The very same.”

“Holy shit!” Remus said widening his eyes. “I am Remus Lupin, we’ve conversed several times through mail?” (Y/n) gasped.

“Oh, hi! I adore your feedback on my books! Thank you so much!”

“I love them so so much!! Your poetry is a-amazing!”

James and Sirius watched the scene play before them in amusement. ‘Who the hell was this girl’ Sirius thought. ‘And how did she look so perfect in the morning?’

“It was so nice meeting you guys! I must go now.” (Y/n) said giving them all a tight nod.

As soon as the door closed, Sirius stalked towards Remus.

“Okay spill. Who is she?” Sirius asked.

“She’s a poet. She’s written so many books like- “Thinking out loud” and “Dreams and fantasies”. I’ve read them all and I know she’s a super sweet person. She always answered my mails, takes time to address questions and replies.”

“So are we just going to ignore the fact that Sirius straight up told her to fuck off?” James smirked at Sirius, making him release a groan. Remus laughed.

“Well, the encyclopedia man comes at the same time!!!”

“Is it only me or Sirius checked her out the whole time?” Remus asked James.

“Oh, he did.” James said looking towards Sirius.

“Sirius, can I request you to please not sleep with this one girl; because A: She’s gonna be our neighbor and B: I really like talking to her.”

“Not that it was going to happen, but fine.” Sirius grumbled.

***

You moved into your new apartment a few days later. The neighbors seemed to be very welcoming. And Sirius… well, he was hot. You put on some music and got to setting up the house. You had already got the shifters to place the heavy furniture into their specific rooms, so you had much lesser stress. There was a knock on the door. You frowned going to see who it was. Sirius, your new neighbor was here.

“I’m sorry. Was the music too loud?” you asked.

“Oh no, it’s fine.” He said shrugging. “I just thought I’d check up on you.”

“I was just setting up the house.” You opened the door wider so he could look in.

“Would you like some help? Me and James have nothing much to do and are pretty much bored out of our minds. Plus, bonding experience.” Sirius said gesturing between him and you and you let out a giggle. Sirius smiled widely, he loved that sound.

“Well if you insist,” you said.

Sirius went back to his apartment, and switched off the T.V.

“Hey!” James groaned. “I was watching that!”

“Come on, (Y/n)’s setting up the house and I offered we would help her.”

“You bloody never help cleaning this house and offered to help her set up hers?” James asked raising his eyebrows.

“Well I am being a good neighbor and you should too. Come on, get up!”

“You like her.” James pointed out. Sirius felt a blush rising on his cheeks.

“No, I don’t. I just want to be a good neighbor and do a nice thing.” Sirius said looking away.

“Oh my god, you do like her.” James laughed and Sirius glared at him, making him stop.

“Okay let’s go.” James mumbled.

“Hello there, neighbor!” James said as he came in and you gave him a warm smile.

“Hey James, are you sure you want to help me? I feel very selfish taking both of your time.”

“Oh shush. I am happy to help.” James grinned. “Wow, the colors are lovely!” he said looking around.

“Thanks!” you said opening up the lighting box. You took out the lamp, the neon lights and other fancy bulbs. Sirius and James were beside you, helping you clean them.

The three of you spent hours un-boxing, cleaning, talking and having fun. Strange, how with better company, work seems so much easier. Sirius constantly flirted with you, a thing you thought he did with everyone. He was apparently a fashion designer and James a fitness trainer and owned the gym named “potters”. You sighed opening the last box. Your paintings. Portraits of acquaintances, complete strangers and best friends. James and Sirius gasped as you took the canvases out.

“You draw too?” Sirius asked with widened eyes making you giggle.

“Yes. I actually love doing a hell a lot of things and hence take up only part-time jobs. I’ve sketched and painted as long as I could remember. All over the years, travelling to different countries, writing and working as a part time designer and editor; I kept the habit alive. Took out my canvas and brushes whenever someone seemed to pluck an inspiration in me.”

Sirius looked at the different canvas in awe. Was there one thing, you couldn’t do?

“You seem to have so many talents!” Sirius said softly.

“Ahhhh… well, thank you.” You said as you felt heat crawl up your face.

“Mate, look at this one!” James said pointing out the Jack’s painting.

“This is Jack. He owned a bar at the outskirts of Amsterdam. He was about 72 years when I met him. Never saw someone so full of life and energy. And he was pretty open minded too. Talked to depressed people at the pub, always leaving them feeling happier.”

James gave you a wide smile.

After putting up the canvases in the room you let out a long breath.

“Thank you so much, guys! Couldn’t have done this without you. Let’s go eat somewhere. Does pizza sound good? My treat.” You asked them, relieved that you settled in much faster than you had hoped.

“Well I can’t deny anything when it comes to you, my love.” Sirius said smirking and you blushed and widened your eyes slightly. You turned towards James, who grinned and nodded.

“You could call Remus too, if he’s not busy.”

“He’ll probably be reading some book right now. He loves doing that. He is actually an editor. Wait, meet me outside, I’ll call him” James said and turned to leave. You went in and grabbed your coat, keys and your purse.

Sirius was looking at a picture when you came back.

“Ready?” Sirius smirked. You nodded. He gave you his hand which you took it, giggling. Did he have to be so charming in everything he did?

Remus gave you a small smile as he saw you. You all went to the local pizza place laughing and chatting. They seemed to be very nice people. You hoped you all could be friends.

“And then he goes in and is like ‘whaaat’; and I am like, ‘bitch please, you knew this would happen’.” James recounted, making you snort. Your cheeks were already hurting with how much you laughed and there were tears in your eyes. As you all returned towards the apartment, you stopped by the ice-cream truck for some treats.

When you went to bed that night, you smiled. You felt happy after a long time, talking to genuine people, not someone who was all too intent on making a good impression on you.

The boys however grinned and smirked at Sirius. They had every well seen Sirius act differently around you.

“So, I saw someone watching (Y/n) as if she held the world.” James teased.

“Shut up, she’s just very nice and a really cute person.” Sirius said not quite meeting his friends eyes. Remus mock gasped.

“Never. Never have I heard in the last 12 years of our friendship, that Sirius finds a girl ‘just very nice and a really cute person’” Remus said air quoting.

“They are either: hot, really hot or meh. Did the sun rise from the west today or has our pretty little Sirius finally fallen in love?” James said cocking an eyebrow. Sirius rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Okay, I might like her.” he said pointedly.

James hooted and Remus threw his hand up in the air.

“Finally! someone he actually likes. What do you think Remus? Though I am happy for him, how long do you think before he messes up?”

“A week.” Remus said winking at Sirius, making him groan.

“I hate you guys.”

“You know you love us!” they laughed as Sirius went to his room shouting-‘fuck you!’

A/N: I’ve completed the series. I’ll be posting it everyday. Stay tuned. And this is my second series, the first one wasn’t much of a hit so feedback would be greatly welcomed! And ahhh... yes, prepare for some pinning

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine: Prt 3

Office Bae Erik.

Warnings: Hard...core...SMUT. Drama, Spanking. 

Okay so the way this is being written I can see it having a few more parts to it lol. I hope you guys enjoy just as much as the other parts i’ve done. I hope it’s just as smutty as you would like lol. Like, Reblog, Comment!

Part one   Part two

Ping Ping

Erik- If I find out you are going to rub and dig in that pussy without my permission I will punish you.

You were already in the private staff bathroom that has only one toilet, panties tossed on the floor, dress up and around your waist, and one leg up on the sink with just your fingertips exploring how wet that pussy really is. You didn’t rub it, you didn’t even finger yourself, you just touched how puffy and erect your clit and labia were. You rubbed your fingers together to test the silky slimy wetness that your pussy released while squirming in your desk chair from Erik saying how much he wants to make that pretty pussy feel good.

You moved so fast to that restroom like you were a track runner. Now, you used your phone selfie camera to see the mess and how swollen you are. The minute that camera showed you how messy she is, that pretty kitty, your breath rushed in and out. Like honey dripping from a honeycomb stick, you were spilling all that sticky sweetness on your phone screen. Tiny whimpers escaped your wet mouth as your fingers reached down to rub that engorged clit. The more your greedy ass rubbed, the more that plump pussy began to cream. You felt ready and willing to cum already.

Ping Ping

Erik- Baby girl, are you playing in my pussy? You’ve been in there too long, Y/N.

“Umph,” That leg of yours shook on that sink. You could hear that puss making all kinds of wet noises in response to the way you were treating her at the moment. It wasn’t like Erik’s touches but it still filled the void you felt in your aching cunt. Now, your fingers were deep in your pussy, rubbing directly over your G spot on purpose. It was too much to take but you kept on going, making sure to stroke it just right so your juices can flow down your inner thigh. Sure enough, creamy liquid trickled down to your knee. You spread your legs further, finger fucking the shit out of that delicious pussy more, more, and more until you bite down on your pouty lower lip, teeth almost cutting through the flesh from how hard you nibbled, cumming on your greedy fingers. You didn’t slip them out just yet, no, you wanted to feel the aftershocks of your orgasmic pussy throb around your slender fingers. Finally, after what felt like five minutes, you hissed as you slowly slip your fingers from that hot and moist pussy. You look at those fingers before grabbing your phone to take a picture of them to send to Erik.

Ping Ping

Erik- Oh...you bad, bad, girl. I’m getting that ass just you wait and see. Don’t even put them fucking panties on...I got something for you.

“Sorry, Daddy,” You are genuinely sorry but it was his fault. If he didn’t taunt you like that you wouldn’t have done this. You would have waited until lunch break for him to take you to his car to do it himself. All that you kept thinking about was his long, thick fingers going in and out of that pussy. You reluctantly clean up because you really wanted to go for round two. Gasping, you stood up on shaking legs in your Fendi boots, walking to grab your panties, balling them up in your hand to place inside of your purse, before leaving the private bathroom. Standing there dressed in Calvin Klein from head to toe with big Harley Davidson gold-rimmed eyeglasses that reminded you of the 70s, hair clean cut and face shaved was Calvin, one of the Data Analysts that worked with you. He gave you a veneer smile, before pointing one perfectly manicured finger at your face.

“I was wondering when you would be done in there! You look FABULOUS,” Calvin spoke flamboyantly, “I didn’t know those boots were still in season, girl. You wear the hell out of them so it doesn’t even matter.” 

You gave Calvin a tight smile, “I don’t worry about what’s in season. If it looks good on me, I’ll wear it. But thank you though.”

Calvin pursed his lips, “Mhm.”

As you begin to walk away, Calvin starts talking again, leading you to stop in your tracks and almost run into the water fountain outside of the restroom. Calvin clearly didn’t understand what an inside voice meant. 

“How has Eric been? he didn’t come to the holiday party last year or to the potluck we do every January-”

“He’s out of town,” You cuts him off abruptly, “He does a lot of traveling.”

“Oh...pity,” Calvin spoke with faux sadness, “I’m sure that worries you.”

“Calvin, I am not about to gossip with you today. Please, can I go back to my seat?”

“I don’t hold the keys to your freedom, sis,” Calvin makes a sweeping motion with his hand, “Go ahead, be gone.”

You roll your eyes before walking away from the biggest drama fanatic in the office. 

Ping Ping

Erik- Don’t think I forgot about you playing in that pussy. And fix your face, you’re too pretty to be frowning like that.

Y/N- Are you going to spank me? what’s our safe word?

Erik- You’ll see...and it’s Cherries

You frown at your phone before quietly laughing.

Y/N: Why cherries?

Erik- Because I’m eating some right now. Eating these cherries got me thinking about how I’m gonna eat you.

Y/N- I didn’t need that mental image

Erik- I’m sure it’s too late for that. I bet you’re probably wondering how my lips look sucking and nibbling on these cherries

“Watch yourself!” Connie, one of the Environmental Engineers, bumps into you, spilling a little bit of her caramel macchiato with no sugar on her white blouse, “Great,” She looks up at you with scornful eyes, “Seriously, Y/N?”

“Sorry,” you lock your phone, “I think I may have one of those Tide pens-”

“I’ve got it. Thanks,” Connie walks away quickly while shaking out the front of her blouse. You fought to keep it together in this professional setting because you really wanted to snatch Connie’s stank breath ass back by her badly bleached hair and punch her in the face. Sighing, then inhaling a calming breath, you turn back into your area where your desk is located, those chestnut eyes disobeying you as they look into Erik’s office. Connie was standing in his doorway with Demetria complaining about her shirt and motioning towards your area. Erik stood there with his arms folded, acting like he was interested in what they had to say while his lips were rolled shut. You assumed it was because he wanted to suppress a laugh. 

“Where were you for so long?” Regina clearly didn’t get any work done, She was currently shopping for new shoes.

“Bathroom, then a phone call,” you flip your braids over your shoulder, settling back into your seat, those pussy lips of yours sliding together; the delicious friction that you dangerously craved. Punctuated gasps escaped your mouth while staring at your screen, mind completely blank of work and focused on all the possible ways Erik could punish you for being a naughty girl.

“Damn, what should I be doing right now?” You spoke mostly to yourself but Regina answered you.

“You know we have to make a record of all the information needed for the Alaska business trip, and we also have to contact the clients who we have to order from for supplies for the trip-“

“Please, please, don’t remind me,” You rub your temples, “I’ve been trying to get in contact with the people who are supposed to ensure that the design projects for the air pollution management systems comply with environmental and health regulations.”

“Didn’t Erik design those systems along with the water pollution systems?” Regina asks while pulling up the list of clients on her computer.

“Yes. He’s basically the brains of the operation. Who the hell needs Connie, Jeremy, and Demetria when they come to him for advice. That’s why his office is the middle office AND the biggest office.”

You praised Erik with your head held high, proud to be fucking a man so successful and smart like him.

“Bitch,” Regina spoke in a hushed tone, “He must have that dick you can feel in your spine because you are cutting up, honey.”

“Shut up,” You pick up the company blue tooth to use while dialing the client that you needed to talk to, “Don't distract me while I’m on this call either.”

The line rings as you swivel back and forth in your desk chair, then, a grating voice loud in your ear that it makes you cringe greeted you.

“Yes, my name is Y/N, I am calling from AECOM; Architecture, Engineering, Consulting, Operations, and Maintenance. Do you have the time to discuss the Alaska business trip regarding the new pollution systems?”

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“Just looking at him I can tell he has a big, black, cock.”

“Chill, Connie, cock sounds...just no, girl.”

“Well, big, black, dick. How about that then?”

“Better, but I think you’re pushing your luck. Erik doesn’t look interested in you, Connie, sorry that I have to be the one to tell you.”

“What makes you think that? He always talks to me. He’s always nice to me. Just wait, that Alaska trip will give me the chance to really get with him.”

Demetria gave Nicole a look with her grey eyes before smiling, “Doesn’t Erik need an assistant to come with him to Alaska? Nicole, maybe you could ask him about that.”

Demetria and Nicole were just as two-faced as Connie. They both wanted Erik for themselves and they definitely hinted on it a few times to him but Erik acted as if none of that mattered to him. Not even Demetria’s low cut blouses with her copious breasts had him watering at the mouth. Demetria has a face like Lisa Bonet and a body like Toccara Jones with how busty and tall she is. Demetria wore her hair in a pixie cute that compliments her high cheekbones. Nicole has shoulder-length dreads in her hair with shells, average height and petite, cinnamon eyes, and heart-shaped lips.

“Nicole? Don’t you have a man? Aren’t you married?”

“So,” Nicole says with a quiet laugh while holding a mug of herbal tea that had the words, Melanin Magic on it “It’s just a company trip with a little bit of nookie if I’m lucky.”

“You mean, if we’re both lucky, sis. I want some of that too,” Demetria reminds Nicole.

“Both of you are delusional,” Connie spoke in a defensive tone, “All I’m saying is-Regina?”

Regina tried to be discrete and stay in earshot so she could hear what they were saying but her fucking phone vibrated in her light gray satchel that she was currently carrying on her shoulder. All she wanted to do was grab her food so she could eat in the food court but when she heard them gossiping about fucking Erik Stevens she couldn’t help herself. She knew if you were there you would be bothered to the 1000th degree.

“Hey,” Regina tried to play it off, rushing to the refrigerator to grab her shrimp and avocado salad, “Just grabbing my food, pretend I’m not even here, ladies.”

“We’re you being nosy, Gina? It’s no surprise, you’re famous for that shit,” Nicole says with an argumentative tone.

“Not my fault I heard you bitches. Y’all so loud anybody who walks past can hear you.”

“Look,” Connie glares outside of the break room, “Erik is over there talking to Y/N again. Why is he always talking to her? Ugh,” She folds her arms.

Regina didn’t say a word as she grabs her lunch box, closing the refrigerator, and walking out of the break room.

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“Miss Y/N,” Erik walked up to your cubicle with his hands in his slacks pockets, “I know it’s way past lunch hour because we’ve been so damn busy but I was wondering if you wanted to get something? I was thinking about some Indian food this time around.”

You type one more part on the document for the client to sign before saving your work and putting your computer to sleep. You fold your legs, turning in your swivel chair, chestnut eyes with long lashes blinking up at Erik. He raised one brow down at you before rolling his moist lips together, dimples sinking deeper into his cheeks.

“Curry and I don’t mix,” You pout, “I’ll probably have some Asian cuisine this time around.”

“Then I’ll have what you’re having,” Erik takes his pointer finger on his right hand to tap the surface of your desk slowly. Your eyes travel down to that finger, your breath coming out in little quiet gasps, thighs clenched together.

“Why don’t we get going before it gets busy in here again, yeah?” He whispers with a husky voice but this voice was much deeper. His onyx eyes shining with mischief.

“Alright,” You stand, grabbing your phone and placing it in your bag, “Lead the way, Stevens.”

Erik gives you a half-smirk before walking ahead of you. You follow behind him, heart racing in your chest the more you both walked away from the department. Erik makes a sudden sharp turn around the corner near the elevators. Startled, you follow, turning that corner just like him. He’s gone. Confused, you pull out your phone, fingers shaking as you text him.

Y/N-Where are you?

You hold your phone to your chest, looking around you with nervous eyes. The sound of your phone against your chest causes you to jump, breath growing short.

Ping Ping

Erik- Come to the quiet room.

The quiet room? The room that certain staff has access to so they could rest their eyes or mediate? That room wasn’t always there. It was a new thing that the company decided to add to help relax the minds of the Engineers, Architects, Management, and whoever else were considered in charge. You follow the directions on the walls, walking past the elevators and down a hall. There, two rooms that have strict access. The quiet rooms.

Y/N- which one?

Ping Ping

Erik- slip your panties under the second door

You glance at the door in question before opening your purse to retrieve your wet panties. You walk softly against the carpeted floor, turning over your shoulder to make sure the coast was clear before bending down. You tuck your panties under the door, the feeling of them being snatched aggressively out of your hand making your breathing choppy as you shuddered.

Ping Ping

Erik- Be polite. Knock.

With a weak fist, you knock.

The doorknob jiggles before it opens, revealing an angry Erik with his suit jacket and shirt halfway unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, and a belt in his hand.

“C’ mere, Kitty,” He motions with a single finger.

You look from the belt to his face, wary eyes and fingers fiddling.

“What did I just say, Kitten?” Erik snaps his fingers, “I said...C’mere.”

“Daddy,” You whisper, “I’m gonna get a beating?”

“What you think?”

You close your eyes with anticipation.

“Bring that ass here. Now.”

The minute you walk into that room, Erik grabs your neck, pulling you forward. Your breath halted, eyes low and trained on his. You could see his hand reaching above your head to close and lock the door.

“So, you thought I was playing, huh? Didn’t Daddy tell you he would take care of you like you should be taken care of?”

“Y-yes,” you bite your lip, “But I couldn’t help myself you were talking so nasty-“

“Because I can do that,” Erik whispers, “I can do that. You are mine. If I want that puss nice and wet for me to suck clean that’s what I’m gon’ do. If I didn’t tell you to stroke that puss real good like I know you did anyway you defiant little bitch, are you supposed to do it, Kitty?”

“No, I’m not, Umph,” His hand was under your dress and between your legs.

“Holy shit, this how it is?” Erik’s fingers dragged up and down, “This that wet pussy kat?”

“Yessss,” You open your legs more, “Just touch me, Daddy, please, I need your thick fingers inside of me. Mines made me cum but yours will make me cum harder.”

“Oh yeah? You nasty girl,” Erik unbuttons his pants, the sound of his zipper going zzzzzz really slow in that quiet room making your eyes flutter.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”

Erik takes you by your upper arm, walking you over to a leather mahogany stained chesterfield sofa taking a seat and bringing both of his hands to grab your waist to straddle him. Erik takes your dress, balling it up around your waist, revealing your hot and moist pussy to him. Your hips bucked with need and your eyes sat low and desperate. Erik takes his belt, folding it, then suddenly, swatted your ass painfully. You could feel the skin of your ass sticking to the thickness of the leather belt. Erik gave the other cheek the same attention, his eyes furious.

“Fuck this, turn around...bend over...yeah...and grab your fucking ankles.”

You do as you’re told, your cheeks opening and that pink puss showing him exactly what he wanted to see.

“I should spank that pussy too. But I got something better for her,” Erik beats you again, your thighs shaking down to your ankles in your boots.

“Umph, Daddy, my ass hurts,” You whimper, “Please, Daddy, I just want you to make me cum-“

“Shut that noise up and take these hits to this big ol’ ass, ma.”

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!

It was beginning to make you numb. You knew your ass cheeks were raw and red but your pussy was dripping and soaked with need.

“Daddy! Daddy! Cherries! Cherries!” You cry out, Erik’s hand ready to strike you again. He drops his belt on the sofa, bringing his large warm hands up to run circles into your ass.

“I’ll rub you down with some massage oil later before I eat your ass all the way to your pussy, okay?”

“Uhhh, yes, Daddy, please.” You moan at the feeling of his hands soothing the whelps on your ass.

“Now...put these wet panties back on.”

Erik tosses the panties between the valley of your legs while you were still bent over. You grab them, gently straightening your body, using all the balance you had to pull those panties back on in your boots.

“Daddy, what are you going to do to me-“

“Don’t ask me. Now turn around.” His voice was hard.

“Yes, Sir,” Your turn, your hands on your hips with your eyes blinking down at his hard erection, “Daddy...it’s so hard...can I taste it? Please?”

Your tongue literally ached to get to feel the tip of his fat dick pressed against it right now. Your mouth is so wet that you were sure if you pulled away spit would drip down from him onto your dress, making your nipples hard. You could feel yourself squirming with need. You miss having your mouth so filled and warm while getting to suck tightly but slowly down him. Making sure to swallow his entire length each time regardless of how long and meaty he is.

“Nah, you can’t have this dick in your mouth, Kitty.”

“But, why, Daddy?”

“Because you want that, and I don’t want to give you what you want,” Erik finally pulls his pants down and around his ankles followed by his briefs. His dick sprang forward and stood straight up with pre-cum oozing from his fat tip. You swallow a large amount of spit that formed on your tongue from how much you wanted to suck him dry.

“Get on Daddy’s lap, baby girl.”

You do as you are told, climbing onto his lap, thick legs straddling his waist with your hands on his shoulders.

“Pull your panties to the side.”

You lift your hips, taking your slender fingers to pull your wet panties to the side. You wait for your next command with a shuddering breath.

“Grab Daddy’s dick and rub your clit with it...go ahead and rub all this precum on that juicy clit. I know she’s nice and hard, baby.”

“Umph, yes, Daddy,” you squat over his lap like you were about to ride his dick, grabbing the thickness where your fingers barely connected from how hard he is, bringing it to your throbbing clit. The minute his dick rubbed along your clit you thought you were going to cum right then and there. The precum, your wetness, the smooth head of his dick, and how hard your clit is put you in a euphoric state.

“Tilt your hips so I can see it...mmmm, fuck,” The way he said that made you moan his name.

“Fuck, that clit is so hard. You got a pretty little pussy, ma.”

You were too horny and in need to cum that you didn’t bother to say thank you. Erik’s deep grunts and groans from the way you circled your clit with his tip had his hips bucking from the sofa causing the leather to make noise. You imagined him thrusting you into your aching pussy. This was so teasing but it was one of the best feelings in the world. The way it felt...you couldn’t stop smacking his dick on your folds and rubbing your pussy up and down him, coating his dick in your mess. Erik’s fingers reaching down to hold your pussy lips open has you shaking. You could feel your cream dripping from your pussy and on his balls from your position.

“Look at you, I bet that clit feel good as a motherfucker right now-“

“Yes, Umph, yess,” you gasp.

“I know my kitty wants me to suck on it-“

“Please! Please, Daddy.”

Erik grabs the shaft of his dick, holding it in place while your pussy hovered over it.

“I love the way those little panties look pushed to the side. You teasing Daddy with this sexy little pussy? Cover your pussy I wanna see how fat it look.”

This was literal torture. You whimper, covering your pussy back up and pulling the fabric so that the shape and plumpness of your pussy lips can show through the fabric.

“Goodamn...Fuck,” Erik’s thumb reaches out to pinch your pussy lips before running his thumb up and down your mound, “Now, pull these panties back nice and slow, understand? I wanna see that phat puss slip out all wet for me.”

He was driving you crazy, so crazy you could risk it and sit on his dick; fully. You take your fingers, pulling your panties to the side delicately. Each one of your phat pussy lips slipped for him, your fingers pulling your lips apart to show him that pink.

“Please, please make my pussy feel good,” you beg.

“Bend over this dick again, do it,” Erik spoke with a clenched jaw. You bend over him while he jerked his dick, his fat tip sliding between your labia and resting at your entrance. The tip of his dick was right there, moving back and forth, causing your pussy to make noises. The next best feeling in the world is sitting right above Erik’s dick and just bouncing on the tip, not quite letting it go in. Your ass bounced and your pussy creamed. Each time you tried to sank lower, Erik would pop your ass sharply.

“Daddy, I want you inside of me.”

“I know you do, Kitty, I know,” Erik slaps your clit again before dragging his dick back down to tease you again, “Too bad you’re not going to.”

“Fuck,” You pout your lips, moving your hips as much as you could do that he would have no other choice but to accept your tight wet puss wrapped around his thick pipe.

“Damn, just looking at you and feeling this pussy glide along my dick is making me wanna bust a nut. I’m gonna bust a huge nut on this pussy-“

“Please! Uhhh!” Erik grabs you by the throat.

“Shut that fucking yelling up before I put this dick away-“

“Daddy-“

“Damn, my shit is hella hard. Don’t you fucking move before I tear that ass up.”

You tried staying still but the more he slapped the weight of his dick on your clit, circled your entrance with his dick, and made you hold your pussy lips open so he could move his dick from side to side up and down your folds, you wanted to cum hard.

“Fuck, hmph, this good fucking pussy about to make me nut and I ain’t even in there.”

“Yes, Daddy. I love the way you move your fat, black, dick along my pussy like that. Can Kitty cum on Daddy’s good dick?”

“FUCK!”

While Erik rubs his dick from your entrance, between your labia, and to your clit over and over his cum shot from him. Thick, white, and creamy, he generously coated your folds with as much as his balls produced. You felt so warm and sticky down there. The feeling of his cum dripping has you moving your hips. Erik looked spent, chest rising and falling, onyx eyes low, lips parted. You wanted to lick his dick clean and taste the cum off your pussy but Erik wasn’t having that. He reached between your legs, pulling your panties back in place.

“Daddy?” You look at him with a confused expression.

“Let’s go to lunch before it gets too late.”

Your panties were drenched. How were you supposed to sit and eat when each time you moved you could feel his cum all over your pussy?

“But...,” You disobey him by opening your legs to show him all his cum on your pussy, “Why not eat me instead?”

“Nasty little bitch,” Erik watched you open your legs to show him his cum, “You like all my cum on your pussy like that, I can tell, Eric ain’t giving it to you like your nasty ass deserves. That’s why you gotta leave him, baby girl. You gotta come with me. No other bitch can make Daddy feel the way he feels except for you. This is where you belong, ma. On this dick, in my arms, on my face, in my bed...”

You have Erik’s cum on your pussy. You let this man do things to your body you would have never known a man could do. He’s always there when Eric with the “C” decides to go M.I.A without care. You could rightfully say that you did belong to him. You knew what you had to do. Leave Eric with the “C” behind.

“I want you to call him, and I want you to break up with him. You hear me?”

“W-when?” You ask while his fingers rubbed up and down your cum covered folds.

“Today,” Erik brings his fingers to your mouth. Without question, you suck on them.

“Mmm,” Erik hummed before licks his lips as he watched you suck his cum off his fingers.

Licking your lips clean, you look up at Erik innocently, “What if he doesn’t answer?”

“Then call back until he does. I want you to do it today. If you’re coming back with me, he needs to be out of the picture, got it?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

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No response from Eric. You weren’t surprised at all.

Finally, it was the end of the day. Erik dropped you off in his G-Wagon to your place so you could take a shower and talk to Eric with the “C” he was away still in NYC so you decided to try and contact him on FaceTime instead of talking over the phone. When Erik pulls up on the other side of the street to avoid nosy neighbors, you could make out Eric’s bright red Dodge Charger parked behind your Prius. A puzzled expression came over your face, Erik looking at you with an equally confused expression.

“What’s up?” He looks from your eyes to the red car.

“That’s Eric’s car,” You frown, “Why is he home so early?”

Erik looks at you with a crease in his brow, “He didn’t even tell you he was back? The fuck is up with that?” Erik shakes his head, “Even after you blew his phone up?”

“I know,” You unbuckle your seat belt, opening the car door. You grab your purse, giving Erik one final look before blowing him a kiss, closing the door.” Erik didn’t move from his spot, he watched you cross over quickly, walking down the cobblestone trail of your home. Turning, you wave goodbye before watching him drive off down the street. You closed the door, tossing your keys down on the end table near the front door before walking further into your home. Eric must have been burning your favorite candles; Yankee Candle Maple Pancakes. Why would he have your candles lit so early in the day? It confused you.

“Eric?” Your melodic voice calls out to him. Quickened footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs, an alarmed expression on Eric’s face. He was wearing a red Lacoste shirt with a pair of cargo shorts, black socks on his feet and his hair no longer freshly cut like it was when you first saw him almost a week ago. He was supposed to be gone for two full weeks.

“Hey, you’re back pretty early.”

“Yeah...I saw your car out front. Came in thinking you would be here but,” Eric shrugs, placing a small smile on his face, “Um, babe, we need to talk-“

“Oh, NOW we need to talk,” you let out a suppressed laugh, “That’s funny. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for the past few days and all you’ve given me were dry responses, Eric. So, don’t try and stand there talking about, LETS TALK.”

Eric walks down the remaining steps, hands in his pockets and frustration on his face. You look him up and down with rage, your foot tapping to calm herself.

“Once again, I’m not surprised that you don’t care. Who is she, Eric? Who’s the bitch?”

“What are you talking about?” Eric gave you his usual clueless expression, “what makes you think that’s what this is about-“

“Because I know that’s what it is! You go on these frequent trips, you never once think about me, I used to be worried but now that’s no longer my issue because you don’t care, so why the hell should I?”

“Y/N, can we just talk without all this. I’m trying to have an adult conversation with you.”

“Whatever,” You motion for him to talk with an attitude.

“I think we should break up. I’m not feeling this relationship anymore. I don’t want to put both of us through this-“

“Okay,” You shrug, a beaming grin on your face, “I was going to do the honors but since you decided to steal the shine from me-“

“And I think you should move out.”

You felt like the air from your lungs was sucked out with a vacuum. You blinked at Eric, frozen expression on your face. He wanted you to leave? Yes, this was his mother’s home that she left for him when she passed along with all of her money because he was a mama’s boy but the fact that he would throw you out after five years? You were stunned. Hurt even. As much as you wanted to end things with him as well, you would have never done this to him at all.

“Eric, are-are you seriously kicking me out?”

“I’m sorry,” He looks down at his feet, “I just...I don’t think it makes sense for us to stay here together if we aren’t dating anymore.”

“We were in a RELATIONSHIP. Five FUCKING YEARS!” You throw your purse at him, “Five years and you throw me out?!!!! What the fuck, Eric! What am I supposed to do? I-“ You pause, laughing hard from how angry you were and how shaky your hands are. You would be straight, Erik with the “K” would gladly pull up right now, help you pack all your things, and bring you to his place. You knew he would even if this fling just started a day ago.

“Pause,” You say trying to figure out exactly why he was doing this, “You come back early, then you break up with me, then you tell me to leave. Nah, there is something you’re not telling me. You’re hiding something and it’s big...it’s so big. I can see it in your face. You probably want me gone because you know it will disgust me, right? How many women, Eric? Did you get someone pregnant? are you married to someone I didn’t know about for all of these years?”

“I just...I’m just not happy anymore,” Eric spoke with a blank expression on his face as if he practiced saying those exact words in the mirror.

“Yeah, okay,” You bump past Eric. Eric grabs your upper arm, turning you around to look at him.

“I hope we can still be friends.”

You jerk your arm out of his grasp, “Get the fuck off of me. I don’t stay friends with my exes. What for?”

“Where are you going Y/N?” Eric asks with an exhausting tone.

“To pack my things. Whatever I can pack for now and LEAVE. Remember?”

“Don’t worry, I have a UHAUL friend who can come and get your things-“

“WHAT?!!!” You shout, your hand coming up to slap Eric clean across his face, “You had this all planned out?!!!!”

Eric rubs his jaw, his eyes cold, “See, this is why I can’t deal with your ass,” Eric’s calm mood changed to fury, “You think you can talk to me like that? You lived off of me, girl. I bought those expensive shoes, I pay your car payments, I provided a roof over your head. Then, you want to turn around and hit me? How about you leave right now-“

“Don’t talk to me like I’m some gold digger bitch, Eric! I accepted those gifts because you gave them to me as gifts. What the fuck you think I’m gonna do? Say no? And we both decided moving together would be best! Don’t do that, nigga. Don’t make me out to be some money-grubbing bitch who always has her hand out-“

“Just leave,” Erik points to the door with his thumb. He was over trying to be reasonable, “get out Y/N-“

“NO!” You yell in his face. So close you could smell his cheap cologne, “You’re bragging so much about money buy better cologne, DICK, smelling like ass-“

Ring Ring

Calvin angrily pulls his phone out of his pocket, his eyes glancing down at the screen, expression softening and a sneaky look replaced. He turns his back, one hand on his hip and his voice low and unrecognizable.

“Hey, hey, um,” He scratches his head, “We can’t talk right now-“

“Who is that?!” You yell, “Eric...why must you keep lying through your crooked ass teeth! Who is that bitch?!”

Eric looked like he was ready to explode, “I have to go, okay?” He tried to hang up but you were swift, grabbing the phone from his grip, bringing it to your ear while walking away.

“NO! Y/N STOP!!!” Eric speed walks after you with a fearful expression on his face. Too bad you already started speaking on the phone. Eric’s heart dropped to his stomach.

“Who is this!? Is this the bitch my man has been fucking for over three years?!”

“I guess I am that bitch now, huh?”

You drop the phone, Eric’s screen cracking against the linoleum floor in the kitchen.

“SHIT!” Eric crouched down to pick it up, cursing while admiring it. You slowly brought a hand to your mouth, turning in your boots to look at Eric with cold, distant eyes. Erik blinked up at you, noticing your expression before closing his eyes with defeat and guilt.

“You nasty motherfucker,” You wanted to kick Eric in his face, “How long?”

“Y/N, please, we can talk about this-“

“HOW LONG!!!!!!!” You felt your throat grow raw before your eyes brimmed with tears.

“Two years since December.”

You could feel your knees buckle.

“Two...years- oh my GOD,” You were remembering, your head nodding slowly, “So, that’s what you were doing when I came looking for you at the Christmas party?”

“Yes.” Eric couldn’t even stare into your eyes. He was ashamed. He ought to be. For two years he was fucking-

“Calvin? Really? So what? You’re gay or something?”

“I-I don’t know-“

“What the fuck do you mean you don’t know? How wouldn’t you know dumb ass? You're sticking your dick in another man’s ass just for fun then? Make it make sense because I’m confused.”

“I-I think I am. I think I’ve been for the past few years-“

“So, when I came looking for you at the party and you came out of the restroom with Calvin walking out after you...y’all were having sex?”

“Yes-“

“And then Calvin was at work today talking about getting done in the butt by some man! It was about you wasn’t it?!!!!”

Eric opened his mouth, ready to speak but your hand came up to stop him.

“SAVE IT. I can’t believe you. This-I would have never expected this. My coworker? He’s probably telling the entire staff about it! He asked me how you were doing today! How could you humiliate me like that?!!”

“IM FUCKING SORRY!” Eric begins to cry like a big ass baby, “IM SO FUCKING SORRY Y/N!”

“All those trips?! Explain that to me! Go ahead!”

Eric clears his throat, having difficulty forming his words from all the crying he was doing, “The-The trips were for vlogging at first. Fred? You remember Fred? My friend from the Philippines? He’s gay. My...my first time with a man was with him and this is before we started dating. I was confused. I tried to ignore all the signs so I started dating you. I thought I could shake it at first, but...When I first met Calvin...it just...it just happened. So, after that...I just started faking trips to NYC for food to mess around with Calvin for a while-“

“Eric, I think I heard enough. I feel like if I keep hearing you talk, I’m going to vomit. Just-just get the fuck out of my way before I do something that will put my ass in jail.”

You wanted to choke him and you wanted to choke Calvin. You really wanted to get back at Eric and tell him that you are fucking your coworker but that wouldn’t benefit anything. All Eric would do is tell Calvin and then Calvin will tell everyone else. You didn’t need that. You wanted to keep Erik and yourself a secret for as long as you could, especially with the Alaska trip coming up. You stormed up the stairs, stopping in the hallway to grab a few suitcases to fill up with clothes and shoes for now until you got a UHAUL to get your other things. You couldn’t stay in that home for another minute. You felt like you were suffocating. Eric didn’t bother coming up the stairs and you were glad. You needed to pack in peace.

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“Can you come down to the lobby? I’m here.”

“Come down? I thought I was picking you up?”

“No need. I have two suitcases and they are really heavy.”

“Aight, I’ll be down in about five minutes. Let me put a shirt on.”

Beep

You have on a camel-colored matching set with a cropped cami and biker shorts with Balenciaga Tripple S sneakers on your feet in white. Your braids were tossed over one shoulder and you had a pair of glasses on since crying so much bothered your eyes with the contacts in. You blew air through your cheeks as you waited for Erik to make his way to you.

Ding-Ding

Walking off the elevator in mustard-colored sweats and a plain black T-shirt with the Ruff Ryders Entertainment logo on it, feet in a pair of Nike Benassi slides and two Cuban link gold chains around his neck, was Erik with the “K”. His eyes focused on the two suitcases before noticing the sadness in your chestnut eyes. His jaw clenched and his hands went into fists, veins rolling under the skin on his hands and arms. The minute he stopped in front of you, you could smell A woody, aromatic fragrance wafting from his skin. It was a provocative blend of citrus and woods that liberates the senses. Fresh, clean and profoundly sensual. His smell is comforting for you. His hands came up to rub your upper arms, tilting his head down at you with a crease in his brows.

“What did he do?” Those were his first words. They were simple words but the way Erik spoke them you knew he was pissed because of how sad you looked.

“We can talk about it upstairs,” you heaved a big sigh, “It’s-it’s too much-“

“Shhh-shhh, don’t stress yourself out more, come on.”

Erik grabs both handles to the suitcases, motioning with a tilt of his head for you to walk forward towards the elevators. You press the button, staring at your reflection through the elevator doors, Erik approaching you from behind. His head comes around your shoulder to rest his chin there before placing soft kisses on your neck. You bring your hand up to rub the back of his head before playing with his dreads. His smell mixed with his soft lips calms you down. This is exactly what you needed. The elevator doors opened, and you step inside, holding the door so Erik could come in with the two full suitcases. The doors close, the feeling of being elevated surrounding you as you press your body into a corner. Erik just simply watched you. You watched him back before your eyes cascaded down his body to stare at his feet. You never looked at them before but looking at them now you admired how well he kept up with them. No surprise, this man’s skin was smooth and blemish-free. His entire body actually. 

The 30th floor came, the doors to the elevator opening. Erik leaves first with both of the suitcases, walking up to his door. You follow closely behind him, staring at his broad back. Staring at him just reminded you of how much you appreciate him. Why couldn’t Erik with the “K” be the only Erik in your life? You felt like you wasted the past five years. 

“Here, reach in my pocket to grab my keys, baby girl.”

You reach into his left pocket, feeling around a little too much causing the tips of your fingers to brush along the side of his dick. This man was free-balling under those sweats. 

Erik lets out a husky laugh, “Uh-huh, you gon’ get it, baby girl, let’s get in my place first.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you spoke breathlessly, “But I’m glad I did.”

You pull his keys from his pocket. 

“It’s the gold key, the one that’s bent...don't ask, it was a drunk night with the boys.”

You laugh with a shake of your head before opening his door, the same beautiful Penthouse with the city view that you remember from that morning still just as breathtaking and bright. Swinging Erik’s keys on your finger, you kick off your shoes so that you won’t stain his Icelandia White Hand-Knotted Rug. Erik does the same before picking up your suitcases by the carry handles, walking the bags to the second level in his Penthouse Suite. You follow him up as well. There, in his bedroom, Erik places both of the bags near his walk-in closet, turning towards you with his arms open wide. You walk into his embrace, resting your head on his chest while he rubs his hands up and down your back.

“Talk to me, Princess,” He presses his nose into your braids, “Tell me what happened.”

You move your head, resting your chin on his chest while staring up at him with your pretty chestnut eyes, “He broke up with me.”

“He did? Hm,” Erik brushes your cheek with a single finger.

“And he kicked me out,” You rub your temples.

“Really?! Oh hell fucking Nah-“

“It’s okay, It’s his house, I don’t care anymore-“

“I care. That’s some bullshit. Don’t let me catch him-“

“Erik, it’s okay, trust me,” You grab his chin, making him look at you, “Fuck him, okay? Fuck that bastard.”

“That motherfucker got a death wish. What if you had nowhere to go?”

You loved his gruff tone and the threats he made. You didn’t for one second doubt that Erik had a dangerous streak. 

“Yeah. I was happy at first about breaking up, relieved...but...then I found out some shit that I still can’t wrap my mind around and it’s taking all of me not to hop in my car, go back to that house, and fuck him up-“

“I’ll fuck his ass up. I’ve been wanting to break his face for a while after the way he treats you. Treat you like you don’t even exist.”

“That’s the thing...we could go back and get his ass real good right now. You can use one of those sticks right there,” you were referring to the sticks resting on a wall wrack, “What kinds of sticks are those anyway?”

“Zulu sticks, South African,” Erik smiles, “You really want to fuck him up, huh?”

“Mhm,” You roll your eyes at the thought of Eric, “He’s been cheating on me for two years.”

Erik raises his brows, air leaving his nose harshly, “WOW, so that’s what he does when he says he’s going away?”

“It’s not the fact that he’s been cheating that really pisses me off, it’s who he’s been cheating with.”

Erik tilts his head while squinting his eyes, “Who?”

“Calvin.” 

“Did you just say, Calvin? Like, Calvin Richardson that we work with? The loudmouth Data Analyst that gossips all day every day?” 

“Yes. Eric is a closet homosexual.”

“Get the fuck out of here,” Erik spoke with shock, “So, when did this-“

“The company Christmas Party in 2018. That’s when it started.”

“What the fuck,” Erik spoke mostly to himself with disbelief, “That’s...which stick should we use?”

You chuckle, “Whichever one, I just want his ass beat. I am so pissed off. No wonder why Calvin was being an asshole towards me today. Erik, what if he told people? What if I’m a laughing joke at work?”

“Nah,” Erik brings you into his arms, wrapping them around your waist, “He’s the laughing joke if he thinks that he’s gonna get to you. Like I said, you belong to me now. Plus, I wouldn’t let that shit fly. Calvin would be out of a job real quick.”

“Yes, Daddy,” You close your eyes from his touch on your skin, “You just make me feel so good. I love the way you make me feel.”

“This is only the beginning, baby girl. You fucking with a real man. You’re in good hands with me, baby, you best believe that.”

You give Erik a soft smile, staring at his lips with a hunger to feast on him. 

“Let Daddy fuck the sadness out of you,” Erik whispers, his hands coming down to cup both of your ass cheeks, “Let me fuck you and show you what you’re getting from now on. All of me, you hear me?”

“Yes, please,” You stand on your tiptoes, lips almost connecting with his, “Fuck me.”

“Fuck you?” 

“Please...please?”

“Say it again, again...again?” 

“Please!” Your lips crash with his. At that moment you could feel your body shivering with a need for him. Your legs come up and around his waist while your lips dance with his. Sticking your tongue out, you watch as Erik’s tongue glides along yours before he takes his lips to suck on it. Your eyes flutter shut and your hips begin to move over him. Erik slides his lips off your tongue, bringing his lips to your neck before coming up to suck on your diamond-studded earlobe.

“I want to fuck you until you shake. Until you scream. Until you're nothing but a little mess lost in the pleasure I'm giving you. Then when you cum, I'll come cuddle you and give you a kiss, while telling you how much of a good little slut you are…”

All of that sounded perfect. Your body needed to mold with Erik’s. Desperately, you pull at his shirt from behind trying your best to get it off of him so you could feel his russet skin against yours. 

“Daddy...please put your thick dick inside of me...please fill me up,” You drag your tongue over his cheek, “Pretty please? I just want you to fuck me into this bed so fucking hard. My pussy needs it. Just give me some dick, Daddy.”

“Mhm,” Erik walks you over to his bed, hands grabbing at your ass, making you bounce over his erection, “I got you, baby. Daddy got you always, okay?” 

“Umph, Daddy, right there...I can feel it hitting my pussy each time you do that.”

You bring your hand down between you both to pull the waistband of his sweats down, nails dragging along his V-cut, your fingers descend to find his warm and solid dick. You try to stroke him but Erik lays you on your back on the bed, his sweats making his dick poke out and curve to the side. Just looking at his dick made your pussy jump and clench like he was already in your walls beating them down. Without another word, you begin to undress. There was no way you could wait for him, you needed him. 

“You wanna play with Daddy?” He removes his shirt, “Cuz Daddy wants to play with you all damn night.”

“Let’s play,” you were in your black bra and black thong, spreading your legs so he could see your phat pussy lips covered in the thong. The fabric hardly covered your pussy. Then, you pull the cups of your bra down, breast slipping out for him as well. 

“ mmmm, those big ass titties. I love it when you’re begging me, baby. I got you barely being able to stand me not being inside you. That’s how I want you...nice and wet for me all the time. Your mine.”

“Yes, Daddy-“

“Show Daddy that pretty pussy...come on...show me what she’s looking like right now.”

You pull your thong to the side, spreading your thick thighs further to give Erik a view of your pussy. The crease in his brows, his low eyes, the way he nibbled on his bottom lip, all of those things made you gasp. 

“That sexy little pussy,” Erik was palming his dick through his sweats, “Damn, ma, that’s a beautiful pussy. Look at that kat all nice and wet because of me. I just wanna eat, lick, and slurp that shit up,” Erik takes his fingers to spread you open so he could see your tight yet deep entrance. It was creamy and shining with your wetness, “Oh my fucking God...I need you, I need you right fucking now. Shit doesn't make no sense.”

“Take me, Daddy, I love it when you do that to me-“

“If you love that shit so much come here and sit on my fucking face,” Erik lays flat on his back, pulling you over to him by both of your legs. You squeal from how rough he was before lifting up and squatting over his mouth.

“Turn that ass around, I’m eating this from the back.”

You turn around, your ass all in Erik’s face. He bites your ass cheeks, his mouth getting lower and lower before he wraps his lips around your clit in an instant. You automatically open your legs more for him, your hips grinding up and down his mouth. Your lips part and your eyes roll shit as you feel his fingers yank your thong while his tongue slurped loudly in between your pussy lips. It was so loud and nasty that you had to look back at him because of it. You could feel him really eating the fuck out of your pussy. 

“Mmmhmmm,” His hands come up to jiggle your ass cheeks. You moan his name over and over again. Erik gently tugged on your clit with his lips before sucking it into his mouth like he was slurping oysters out a shell. Your hands grab at Erik’s legs, glossy eyes staring at his dick jumping in his sweats. With your fingers, you push his sweats down, his dick bobbing up and hitting you on your mouth. Using your tongue you swirl the tip of his dick before sinking your lips fully around him. You wanted to cherish his dick as much as he adores your pussy. While Erik worked his mouth on your pussy, you sucking him with passion. Your hand reached forward to grab his balls. You squeeze them in your hand while slobbering all over Erik’s dick. A dick this size you needed it in your life permanently. One beautiful black dick to swallow down your throat.

Mmm!” You pop your mouth off of Erik’s dick, ass bouncing on his face, “Shit, baby!! Yes! Eat me! Eat me!”

Erik didn’t even talk, all he did was work that mouth on your pussy getting every single spot. 

“Fuck, Daddy, fuckkkkkkk, why you gotta eat my pussy like that, huh? Is it because I’m a nasty little bitch? Why, Daddy? Fuckkkk, I can’t take it...Daddy...I’m gonna cum!”

Erik’s arms came up to hold you in place as his tongue wiggles as deep as it can go inside of you. You could feel yourself coating his tongue. Your ass cheeks smothered him and just when you thought it was over, his tongue dragged to your ass to show that area some attention too. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your pussy was overly wet and now he was licking your ass. You place your lips on his dick again, making yourself gag because you were determined to make that fat dick cum. He deserves it for making you feel so damn good like that. His grunts were muffled because your pussy was still on his mouth. The more you sucked, the thicker his dick became. Erik strikes your ass over and over for making him feel the way he felt. You do nothing but pop your ass, accepting the stinging and numbing effect of his hits. 

“Daddy, cum in my mouth, come on, Daddy, give it to me,” You suck on the tip of his dick before smacking your tongue with it, “gimmie, Daddy, I need it,” you suck all of him into your mouth before popping your lips off loudly, “It’s so thick and pretty...I love Daddy’s big dick.”

Erik was no more good, his lips left your pussy and all you could hear were loud moans. Moans that you could hear on replay all damn day. He let you take over and control him. Hopping off his face, you turn around so that you can watch his face while you suck him. His eyes were closed and his wet mouth was parted. Then, the sight of his eyes rolling made you suck harder. 

Erik licks his lips while watching you, “Good bitch, suck on Daddy just like that. You love dick in your mouth. Always hungry to suck Daddy. You’d suck my dick anywhere wouldn’t you?” You nod your head while batting your lashes, “Yeah...that’s why you’re my nasty little bitch. You know just when to make Daddy proud. Good girls get all this dick in their mouth. Fuckkkk.”

Erik grabs a fist full of your braids before his cum soaked your entire mouth. You swallow some but the rest drips down the side of his dick. 

“Look at you, get all that shit to, don’t waste none of my Shit,” Erik grabs your hair forcefully to make you lick him, “Lick me up...yeah...yeah...fuck, Hmph, ughhhhh,” Erik was cumming some more, “What is up with that good mouth?” 

You giggle, “Daddy likes it I see.”

“Nah, Daddy loves it,” Erik grabs your neck, leaning forward to tongue kiss you.

Your breath halted as that same wet tongue trailed between your breasts.

“Bend over baby,” Erik whispers while twirling your nipples, “Bend over so Daddy can dig deep in that puss while I grip these braids.” 

“Fuck, Daddy,” You lift up, arching your back so deep you looked like you didn’t have a spine. Erik lifts to his knees behind you, taking the weight of his fat meat to slap your pussy. This gave you flashbacks. 

“That’s how I like em, nice and thick,” Erik slaps your ass, “How you like it, Kitty?”

“Heavy and fulfilling,” you spread your pussy lips for him, “put all that thickness in me, Daddy, spread me open.”

“Damn, bust that shit wide open, ma?” Erik pokes your clit with the tip of his dick, “you are leaking all over my fucking dick. You better throw that ass back on me too. You want this dick deep in you, you take what you want,” Erik slaps your ass, “Understand?”

“Umph, yes,” You reach back to grab his dick lining it up with your anxious hole before allowing the tip to pop right in. Your back flexed and then your pussy automatically clenched up. 

“Damn, Daddy, Umph,” You suck in a deep breath before taking all of him in your pussy, “oooooooooooo.”

“I know, baby, I know. It’s a lot of dick. But you’re such a good girl. You took it before, you can take it now. Make me proud, baby, show Daddy you don’t run from a big dick.”

You begin to throw your ass back on Erik. Each time he filled you up you would hiss and your breath would rush in and out in a desperate rhythm. It was so much dick that you couldn’t even stop yourself even if you tried. Once that tight pussy wrapped around him and practically swallowed him whole there was no way that cunt was going to let him go. Your pussy loved Erik’s dick. You look back at him, locking eyes, ass popping off his hips and the sound of your sex so loud because of how wet you are. The connection you both had made you cum on his dick before you could even get started. Your harsh and uneven breaths along with your wide eyes turned Erik on so much that he couldn’t help but to take control. His hands were in your hair as he beat that pussy up. It felt like he was sucker-punching your walls with how hard and fast he was going.

“The way you had me cumming on that pussy earlier I wanted to stuff you on sight,” Erik brought his lips to your ear while he delivered deep pressured strokes, “But you were being a naughty little girl. Now, you're being a good girl and giving this pussy up for Daddy to take. Want me to fuck you all night? I’ll fuck you and leave this dick in you.” 

“Please, Daddy, OH SHIT!!!” Erik was stroking your G-spot from an angle you didn’t know existed until you started fucking him. Now, your arch wasn’t the way he wanted it because of how sensitive you were.

“Nah, baby, fix that back, come on...fix that fucking back!” Erik slams his dick in you, your fingers clawing at the sheets, “Uh-huh, that’s how I want you...I want you just-like-THAT,” You look back at him with disbelief that he was pounding you like that. Erik sucks on your bottom lip to swallow your moans while your pussy drips onto him and the bed. You felt dizzy from that orgasm. You couldn’t even comprehend that Erik was pulling you over top of him, grabbing your hips, spreading his toned thighs, and fucking up into you at a rapid pace. He was staring at your pretty face while he damn near battered your walls into a cumming frenzy. You looked back and noticed how much your ass shook and bounced. His balls were slapping you in your ass. You were so overwhelmed trying to absorb everything that's happening to you. It was as if you were high off of the sex. Drunk even. 

“Look at that ass,” Erik watched the way he fucked you through a mirror on his wall straight across from the foot of his bed, “I’m in that pussy, girl...I’m deep in that pretty little thing...shit, look at all that cream...you are a messy little thing aren’t you, Kitty?”

You push at Erik’s chest to slow him down but that only made him bounce you over his dick himself. This time, you felt that shit in your guts. You try and ride just the tip of him but no, Erik wanted you fully wrapped around him. 

“Baby girl, Daddy likes having this big dick in you, stop tryna run from me, okay?” He licks your neck, “Stop doing that before you make me fucking mad.” He said that last part with a deep-chested voice that made your spine tingle.

“I’m trying, Daddy, your dick is just so good,” You could feel yourself crying.

“Ain’t that how it’s supposed to be? If my dick feels so good, don’t you want me to stay?” Erik was so deep the top of his dick touched your cervix in a way where it was too much but it felt so good. Your pussy creamed more in response. 

“Y-yessssss,” Your tears drop to his chest.

“Fuck, you are so goddamn beautiful. Fuck that nigga for treating you like that. You are too precious to be treated like shit, “His dick stroked in and out slowly, “Just know this...I would never treat you like that,” Erik moves your hips in a sort of dance on his dick, “I would never make you cry unless it’s because of my dick filling you up. I will always be there to treat you like a princess. I will always please that body like you deserve.”

“Uhhh!!! Umph!” Your pussy squeezes his dick. The grip you had around him was so tight. You knew your phat pussy was swollen and sloppy. You just knew that Erik’s dick was covered from the tip down to his heavy sack with all of your fluids. All of that sugar. 

“Mmmm!” You moan with a light voice over and over again. Even slow-motion made you cum. You cum with a tremble of your lower lip. Erik just simply watched you with a smile on his sweaty face. 

“That’s it, baby, take this fat dick, yes, look at your face, damn, baby, you are out of it. My dick got you seeing stars, love,” He pulled his dick out to the tip so that it could stroke your G-spot, “Now, all that squirting you do? Squirt on my dick. Shitttttt, make a big ass mess for me, Y/N...where’s that squirt at? Ruin my fucking bed.”

Your squirting pussy showered his dick and made a puddle on the bed.

“This beautiful pussy. If my dick making it do all this I don’t ever wanna stop fucking you.”

His words made you so weak. With a pout of your lips, you lift off of him, taking your hungry mouth to suck him clean. Man, you tasted so good on him. 

“Arch your back and turn to the side,” Erik spoke softly. You do as you are told while sucking his dick. You jerk slightly when his long and thick fingers make their way inside of your pussy. This is what you craved earlier but couldn’t have. Now, while your pussy is overstimulated and covered in your cum, he decided to finger you with three of his thick fingers until you came on his hand. You look at him, lips popping off and a sharp moan escaping your mouth. All you could muster were moans; deep, intense moans. His fingers were just gliding in and out of you with so much ease because of your dripping peach. Your legs spread wider, breath choppy and irregular. 

“Daddy in there?” He says all of this while watching your reaction, “I just couldn’t help myself. You feel so good on my dick I had to finger fuck this pussy so I can feel just how good she really is.”

“Umph, Daddy, I’m cumming, mmmm! You always make me cum so hard!”

Like a leaking faucet, you squirt again. So much fluid drained from you. Your body could no longer sit up. You collapse with your cheek resting on Erik’s dick. He still has his fingers inside of you, dragging them up to rub your clit before sinking back inside. Your tears stained his dick. 

“Uhhh!!!!! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uhhhh!” Creamy liquid coated Erik’s hand. 

“FUCK YES,” Erik brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them like a vampire in need of blood. You watch with low eyes as he drags his long and thick tongue over his entire hand, never missing a spot. He just loved tasting you and making you cum. 

“Come up here and lay on your side so Daddy can fuck you.” 

Each command you followed. You crawled up beside him, flipping your braids over your shoulder. He takes his hand, forcefully opening your leg as wide as it could go since you were so damn flexible, his other hand gripping his dick before he thrust up into you like BAM! Your breasts bounced and swayed, Erik, reaching around to pinch and pull your nipples with one hand with his other hand holding your thigh up. He was staring with low eyes at the side of your face. This position had to be your favorite so far with him. You could turn your head back and kiss him, and the feeling of him pressed close to your back with his hard sweaty abs and chest made you grind your hips back on him. His dick from that angle punishing your walls was such an erotic sight. His beautiful dick with your pretty pussy wrapped around him had you watching it go in and out. 

“Rub that juicy clit,” Erik speaks into your ear with a rough tone, “Rub her and make her nice and hard for me to suck on later.”

“Mmmmmhhh,” you rub it gently since it was so sensitive.

“Tight fucking pussy,” Erik bites your shoulder, “Don’t want Daddy to go do you?”

“No, Daddy-“

“I’m fucking you all night, believe that shit.”

“I believe it, Daddy, Umph,”

“This is my pussy,” Erik bites your neck, “Daddy’s dick feels so good, girl. Such a good girl with some good pussy. That’s my good girl pleasing Daddy’s dick like Kitty is supposed to.”

Erik rubs his hands up your thigh before he hooked his arm under your knee, “Ima cum so deep in this pussy. You got me ready to shoot all this cum in you, girl. Best pussy I ever had,” Erik roughly pulls your legs apart making you fall onto your back. He didn’t say a word as he got up in that juicy kat, your hands coming up on each side of your head to grip the sheets, breasts bouncing and swaying, shallow pants leaving your mouth, eyes closed, all the muscles in your body spasmodic. He pulls your thighs back, his dick beating the breaks off your walls. With a weak neck because of how good he was fucking you, you look up at him then down at your pussy with hooded eyes.

“Damn, Daddy, you're really-really in my pussyyyyyy, fuckkkkkkkkk,” You were cumming again, “Oh my goodness!”

“Ooooo, you bitch, mmmmmm, look at my fucking dick!” 

Your eyes watch him spread you open.

“My shit is damn near ripping this little pussy to shreds. Poor little pussy. Too bad she gotta take it. I’ll kiss her real good afterward-“

“Please, Daddy?” You whimper. 

“I promise, baby girl.” 

Erik was growing so thick you want to push him out but Erik’s form grip on your thighs didn’t allow that. Your hips meeting him in a dirty dance before he grunts and moans, dick cumming and filling you up again. You grab his chains to bring him closer to you, your lips sucking on his while he emptied his cum where it belonged. 

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[toxicpineapple]

now im just curious abt rantaros relationships w the v3 cast.... mwahaha spill everything 🦟🦗🦟

hi anon! sorry for taking so log to reply to this, i knew i’d have a lot to say and i didn’t have the spoons to go off until now. FLKDJSFLkj here we go!

hehe! okay. so just as a preface, i’m like. REALLY into rantaro pairings. like. the only rantaro pairings i don’t like all that much are am*cha, rantaro/himiko, amaguuji (sorry lgbt community), and ranmugi. the rest i’m either open to or obsessed with. so like. bear that in mind when you read this.

i’m going to rank rantaro relationships by how much i love them so i can get an order to this (and also so i can do amamota last because i have a lot to say).

rantaro + korekiyo (2.5/10) oh gosh. kiyo, i’m so sorry a dumb bitch like me would do you like this. listen, amaguuji is a good pairing, just, objectively. i used to be super into it. but then the fandom crabwalked all over me with their amaguuji hurt/comfort fics and i got so Tired of seeing rantaro get treated like a security blacket... eugh. amaguuji is a good ship. i have written amaguuji, and would write it again, without prompting. i’m just... so tired.

they’d get along! obviously they would get along, we’ve seen their canon interactions, we’ve all slurped up as much rantaro tdp content as we were able to get, we know the tea. rantaro is passive and not easily creeped out, so he’d be able to look past all the unsettling things about kiyo, and similarly, kiyo is understanding and not pushy, so rantaro would be able to vibe around him without being asked about his secrets, or his travels, or anything that he doesn’t want anybody else to know. i like the aesthetic of them sitting around and drinking tea together, just, vibing like bros. kiyo infodumps to rantaro. rantaro fucking loves it. they’re best friends.

also like. they travel together. or whatever.

rantaro + kiibo (4/10) to be clear, i’m like, they’re cute, it’s just. i don’t have very strong opinions on kiibo as a whole FLKDJSFKLJDSFKDF kiibo is one of those characters who i kind of close my eyes on because to me he is just, he is very boring! he is very boring and i am so sorry to the kiibo stans who follow me, i have so much respect for you, i just have never had a kiibo thought in my life. they’re fun to write, though, i’ll tell you that.

kiibo is one of those characters who i think engages with you based on how you engage with him. i don’t mean that he’s a code switcher, (at least not a notorious one), but he’s emotional, and he’ll give back as much as you put in. if you treat him poorly, he’ll respond with anger and indignity. if you treat him with kindness and respect, he’ll respond similarly. which is why i think he and rantaro would really get along! rantaro is relaxed and kind and non-judgmental, and kiibo is the kind of person who needs chill vibes, so i think they’d have a lot of fun hanging out. rantaro is also the type of guy to get his friends a lot of gifts, and i think kiibo would be overwhelmed at like, the thoughtfulness that goes into that, and would grow really fond of rantaro accordingly. they’re sweet! amiibo rights, even if the first time i saw it my gut reaction was “wait, huh?”

rantaro + ryoma (5/10) this is another one of those ones where the rating was cucked because i don’t see a lot of them interacting and there’s not enough fandom content for me to really be in love with it. five is like, a solid neutral rating. i could swing either way. probably more for the positive though; i fucking love ryoma.

another one of those duos where they kind of just, vibe. honestly i don’t know if they’d get too close, if only because rantaro is gone so often he doesn’t really have the time to work on tearing down ryoma’s walls, and ryoma similarly is so tired he’s like, he doesn’t have the energy to try and figure out what the fuck is up with rantaro. unlike with amamota, rantaro and ryoma both have things that trouble them from their past, but the difference is that like, ryoma is so open about it? he’s not closed off. he won’t let people get close, but sure, he’ll tell them exactly why they shouldn’t. rantaro is the complete opposite, all sunny smiles and subject changes. this isn’t to say that they wouldn’t get along! i think they’d get along fantastically. sometimes when rantaro is just feeling so fucking tired, he’d pop by ryoma’s dorm for a candy cigarette and a casual conversation, and they’d chill. or maybe rantaro tells people to let ryoma have his space sometimes. just. vibing in solidarity. they’re bros! they’re bros.

and sometimes they kis--

rantaro + miu (6/10) full disclosure: i love them. leila i am so sorry that a dumb bitch like me would do this friendship like this. i’m just looking at the list and thinking “oh no i love them all” and when it comes to like, my favourite characters, unfortunately, miu had to go on the chopping block. i love them. feel like shit just want egg rp miu and rantaro back.

god! this is another one of those where like, rantaro isn’t judgmental (but he is firm!) so he and miu would get along really well. rantaro is really patient and he like, goes with the flow, so he and miu would be able to have conversations and he’d either shut down or tune out the sex jokes, actually carrying the conversation based on what she’s saying. miu is pretty chill, like, at least i feel like she’d be a really chill friend? so rantaro would be able to make insensitive jokes about how he just got stabbed and miu would be like “KYAHAHAHA you’re such a fuckin moron come to my lab i’ll make you a drink or some shit” and they’d just be cool. they’d just be cool! i want them to be best friends. please. just. two pals who spill tea and come to each other to make dark jokes. also miu cries into rantaro’s shoulder sometimes and he braids her hair fuck you i doooo what i want.

also sometimes they k--

rantaro + gonta (7/10) hey! it’s SO fucking homophobic that the only amagoku fic on ao3 is fucking porn! i hate it here can you please give me some actual food? please? i’m dying. i’m dying here and you’re doing me like this. these two have so many rights! they have so many rights. i just, two special boys? thank you. thank you for them. i care them. if there was more fucking CONTENT for these two i would have given them a higher rating but i guess! i’ll fucking die!

damn i’m actually like... really tender, thinking about them. i just think they could take care of each other! that’s all. i feel like rantaro would be really patient with gonta but he would also treat him like! a real, intelligent person! idk! like not infantalise him despite being sweet and comforting. i don’t know! i think that’s important can you guys STOOOOP infantalising coded autistic characters that would be really sweet </3 but anyway. i headcanon that rantaro likes insects! or at least, he thinks they’re pretty neat! he thinks they’re neat and he likes them and even more than that he likes listening to gonta info dump, it’s just, it’s important. idk. i think rantaro would be really psyched by how excited gonta gets about insects, and of course gonta would be thrilled to have a friend who wants to talk to his insect friends.... hhhhHhh... and of course gonta would take care of rantaro, too, just, he’d respect rantaro’s boundaries and not ask him any questions, he’d offer space and let rantaro just, exist, and be. gonta is soft and he gives good hugs! and i think that he would just be able to let rantaro cry one out on his shoulder and that’s SO important to me.

also gonta is such a sweetheart so it would be like, hard, for rantaro to lie about stuff? i dunno, like, he’d do okay, and then gonta would ask him a question or something and rantaro would be hit with the Guilts... also like, rantaro employs a mix of like, slight coldness, and airheaded subject changes in making people back off, and i doubt he could really do that with gonta. why would you!!! he’s a soft man, just the softest!!!! these two soft green men :) i care them so fucking much can you imagine rantaro taking gonta to places to see bugs PLEASE they have so much potential can we fucking talk about this

rantaro + tenko (7/10) this one would be higher, but i deducted points because of how the fandom always sees rantaro as “fixing” tenko’s man hatred. that’s literally so gross can you shut up? please? i hate? men?

okay n e wayz. i like them! i think they’re neat, i think they’d be great friends... eventually LFKDJLKDSF like listen, okay? i think tenko really does have real fear of men. think about her backstory, like, her master dripping poison in her ear all her childhood, and then the way he had her working as a fucking VIGILANTE? HELLO? like tenko probably saw some horrible traumatising shit as a child that strengthened these beliefs. this is entirely her master’s fault and he is such a, clenches fist, i can’t even articulate this beanie has better master hatred thoughts than i do, but god he sucks? wow. and fuck tenko’s parents too, sending her off to a temple because she had anger issues. you ever heard of a therapist, chabashiras? hello?

i got distracted, but the main thing is, tenko wouldn’t like him at first. not even reluctantly! like rantaro very much looks like a playboy and that’s the epitome of the kind of guy tenko is against. obviously rantaro isn’t, but tenko isn’t getting close enough to see that! if a man so much as touches her she’s responding defensively, don’t you even think rantaro is going to get past that. and i don’t think rantaro would try Too hard, i mean, like, i think he’d be endeared to tenko because of how much she protects the girls, and how sweet she is when she’s like, not actively thinking about it, but i don’t think he’s so ready to get his ass kicked, y’know? FKLDSJFLKSDFJ

but then maybe like! an accident will happen, and tenko falls over, and rantaro reaches to help her but she freaks and grabs his arm and flips him over and then BOOM!!! neo aikido magic things and she sees all his fucking stress, all his distrust, just how much he really blames himself for everything, how afraid and angry and tired he is, and we all know tenko is super compassionate so i think she would absolutely be worried about it. and then i think she’d like! keep an eye out for rantaro, at the very least try and get confirmation on all those emotions because this pretty boy soooo does not act like it, and then maybe one time she sees him getting grilled on his travels, or he comes back injured and tenko finds him, and she bails him out, begrudgingly, and then they start to become friends.

idk! i think they have platonic potential. i think rantaro would see her as a sister and i think tenko would eventually ask rantaro if he’s really a guy. (which he would laugh off, if he was cis, but if this is nb rantaro.... i’m just saying, the potential for tenko to help rantaro with gender awakening.... fantastic.) get into these two as friends. do it.

if some MOTHERFUCKER reblogs this post with am*cha in the tags i’m going to kill. i’m going to KILL. i won’t even hesitate /hj

rantaro + tsumugi (8/10) (looks at ibuki poster) oh mioda, we’re really in it now. and by that i mean, god it’s so fucking hard to choose favourites from here FKJDSLFKJ i have almost all the girls just, up here, because i’m so fucking fond of their relationships with rantaro. and i know i said i don’t like ranmugi or rantaro/himiko, and it’s true, but i am obsessed with their platonic relationships with him. ESPECIALLY when tsumugi and rantaro are one-sided enemies.... that’s such good shit, holy crap.

okay, let me explain. i feel like rantaro and tsumugi can swing both ways, here. they can either be really good friends! like, rantaro is mellow so he lets tsumugi put him into cosplay (i think rantaro would make a really good n off the top of my head since they’re both green FLKJDSFKJ or light yagami..... handsome men) and since he loves listening to people info dump he just... lets tsumugi go fucking OFF about anime sometimes FKJDSLKFJ i think it would be sweet! i think tsumugi could give rantaro a place to unwind, because she’s so like, hard to phase, i guess? like tsumugi and rantaro share that trait where if you hit either of them in the face with a pie, they’d just go “oh, funky” and go to wash their clothes LMAO. power duo! they’re brother and sister! and i headcanon mugi as a lesbian so she talks to rantaro about ~girls~ sometimes. also u already know tsumugi got tea to spill so rantaro helps with her hair for a cosplay while she gossips KFJDLK honestly why aren’t she miu and rantaro a trio? i just think they’d be neat. good friends! best friends.

or tsumugi absolutely fucking detests rantaro with every fiber of her being. she couldn’t even tell you why! he’s just, he’s a normie! he’s a normie, and he’s like the flirtatious pretty boy stereotype except he isn’t even flirtatious, he’s just genuinely nice and he takes care of people and god tsumugi hates it when anime tries to be subversive! there’s a reason tropes exist, y’know! and he’s so smiley and innocent when obviously he’s hiding some kind of shit, why else would he be going on travels all the time, not that it matters because everyone knows how much she hates rantaro so they wouldn’t listen to her anyway... on rantaro’s end, he really doesn’t have a clue why she loathes him so much, like, he’d like to be friends? but wow she hates him, huh. well, whatever. rantaro’s got more important things to worry about.

in other words, i fucking love them in any form, please give me content of these two they’re so fun.

rantaro + angie (8/10) i love these two and these rankings are? so difficult for me, i am going to cry, you guys get the idea about me being a rantaro stan, right? i hope you do because god i love him so much. and i love him with angie! man. okay. okay.

so like. first of all. angie climbing onto rantaro’s back? perfect. she’s in need of piggy back rides and rantaro will gladly give them. rantaro is so patient and like, hhh i don’t want to use the word pliable because of horny people but that’s the best one i can come up with? like, he just goes with the flow, y’know? angie is so high strung, platonically i think she works really well with people who are patient and indulgent. i don’t know if rantaro would be much for her as far as fulfilling her loneliness, because angie is sort of looking for someone who Wouldn’t indulge her that much, but i’m absolutely weak for their dynamic. just, angie bringing up wacky ideas, rantaro responding with mild skepticism but also listening to her. i think she’d cause some trouble and he would be entirely here for it. bless them, honestly.

also angie painting rantaro’s sisters? please they’re so cute

rantaro + shuichi (8/10) before you come at me like “but toxic! amasai is your otp!” it’s not, okay? it used to be. but due to negative associations i can’t really write it (or shuichi ships as a whole) that much anymore and it’s really frustrating so uh, yeah. amamota supremacy.

that being said, god the potential of these two. they’re a great balance. shuichi is anxious and rantaro is laid back, shuichi is reserved and rantaro is outgoing (to an extent; he definitely doesn’t have any issues voicing his opinions). i think rantaro would be really gentle with shuichi! he matches the quiet, less overwhelming vibes, and just. feels inclined to take care of him, y’know? and spend time with him. i think they’re sweet! i think they’re really cute. the other part of the amasai dynamic that i used to be obsessed with his shuichi’s natural curiosity. shuichi would be so curious about what’s going on with rantaro and why he’s traveling, and rantaro would want so badly to tell him, but he can’t risk it happening again, he can’t... oh!!! rantaro is is really good at comforting people i think so he’d be able to like, support shuichi when he’s upset, and shuichi has great communication skills! or at least i like to give them to him. so shuichi would nudge rantaro into being honest, and talking about his feelings. i just want to see them do well together, that’s all! i think that shuichi is earnest and emotional and he cares very dearly for his friends, and he would try really hard to take care of rantaro. he would also probably worry a lot about rantaro after figuring out he gets injured a lot in trips, which, like, FLKDJSFLKJ rantaro might not be so big on but honestly? the guy needs someone to worry about him.

also they FUCKING TRAVEL TOGETHER!!!! shuichi is a detective!!!!!! he can help rantaro search! cue post-salmon mode amasai slowburn as they travel the world together finding rantaro’s lost sisters. i really need to finish writing search, it’s been four months.

rantaro + kaede (9/10) hhh. oh man. oh geez. amamatsu, huh. amamatsu. i just. think about kaede having a little crush on rantaro after he painted her nails, because he’s so reassuring and patient and observant, and she knows he’s sketchy but she believes in him anyway because he has to be trustworthy, he has to, and then she sees him dead and is at first betrayed, horrified that he was the mastermind, only to realise he wasn’t, and she just killed an innocent person for no reason...

now that that’s out of the way, GOD I LOVE THEM! there are things about this relationship that prevent it from working out in the long term (at least in my opinion) but i don’t even care they have such a lovely dynamic and they look so good together... hhhhh i’m also so into them, just, platonically? god. okay. they just! like they already have that canonical dynamic of like, kaede bringing concerns to rantaro and him reassuring her or providing insight, and it’s so tender! the way he talks to her about miu or kiyo or kiibo (depending on who you choose) is so like, i dunno! he doesn’t judge her for having bad first impressions but at the same time he calmly looks a little more into why they behave the way they do? it’s just sweet! it’s just sweet, and i think rantaro can really help kaede like that, and help her to let her barriers down a little and feel not so pressured to be like, perfect all the time, y’know? to be a leader and take care of everyone 24/7. kaede really needs that.

and kaede! believes in him! she believes in him and looks to him for guidance and that’s so important for rantaro too, just, feeling trusted and knowing someone has faith in him... i really genuinely think kaede would encourage rantaro to keep on looking for his sisters, and urge him to trust other people and believe in himself, and it’s that same thing where she wants him to trust and open up to her and he wants to as well but it’s so difficult.... hhh!!! i think they’re so good!!!!! i just think they’re so good. they would take care of one another.

(the reason why i don’t think they’d be sustainable in the long term is because kaede like, she worries. and not in the way shuichi does? i just feel like she needs more stability and vulnerability than rantaro can actually bring to the table. i think kaede would try so, so, so hard to get rantaro to open up, and try so hard to take care of him and make sure he takes care of himself, and rantaro wouldn’t be putting in the same effort, because he can’t, and i don’t think kaede would blame him for it, but i do think that eventually she’d see it’s not. healthy. and it’s making her upset all the time. and she can’t keep up like this. they hurt me but i love them so much and i live in a world where they’re forever teens and never have to break up.)

also love them platonically! sorry i have amamatsu brainrot at all times but i really do love them as friends! i love rantaro painting kaede’s nails and doing her hair and kaede teaching him a duet on the piano, and she comes to him for advice and he brings her souvenirs and kaede makes sure he’s welcome in the class, and saves him cake after parties... also he calls her a brat and ruffles her hair a lot HEHEHE.

rantaro + maki (9/10) what? what? two people who never interacted and who have almost less interactions than gonta and ryoma do with rantaro? why, tox? why?

... because i’m a simp. that’s the only reason! that’s the only reason. i think they look good together, i’m really weak for maki and rantaro, and that’s the only reason. that’s the only reason! i have a crush on them both and i want to see them interact. there it is. boom. get your “make fun of tox” juice. before i ramble about how much potential they have, i just want you to know how utterly biased i am towards them.

there! that’s out of the way! biases admitted. i think rantaro and maki have the potential to really balance each other out. rantaro is really mellow and maki has a bit of a temper, rantaro is airheaded and maki is focused, rantaro is sociable and maki is closed off. at the same time, though, they like, handshake on a lot of things, y’know? they’re both secretive and distrustful, they both don’t want to let other people get close out of a fear of losing them, they’re both so FUCKING sad please i just want to hold them. i think there’s a lot of potential for them to be like, coming back to hope’s peak late or something, rantaro coming home from a trip and maki coming home from an assassination, and to run into each other and both be curious but also neither of them asks anything because they’ve both got so much to hide...

(that’s actually the exact premise of my amami week day one oneshot, stay tuned, gamers.)

but!! then it happens more often and they start seeing each other a lot more, and slowly they start to get like, a sort of companionship? like they’re not close or anything, but they’re united by their like, distrust of other people. and maybe maki tends to a wound of rantaro’s, or like with tenko tells people to lay off of grilling him, or maybe RANTARO tends to a wound of MAKI’S, or sticks up for her in a conversation. and fuck!! maybe a mission goes wrong and maki is upset and she trusts nobody at this goddamn school (because kaito hasn’t taken her on as his sidekick yet) so she goes to rantaro for, fucking, something, for comfort, and it’s embarrassing and vulnerable and absolutely terrible but he’s so gentle and sweet maki can’t help but let her guard down for just a second. also love the aesthetic of like, rantaro coming home from a trip disheartened and running into maki and she calls him an idiot or something and he just starts crying while maki stands there, not sure what to do, before stepping forward and awkwardly patting his arm FKLDJSFKJd i just think they’re neat. strictly speaking he’s not maki’s type (read: optimistic and stupid) but i love them for each other.

love them as friends! love rantaro to be maki’s go-to friend when she needs her empowering haircut, and them tending to each other’s wounds is not an inherently romantic thing, and they just stick up for each other and vibe... hhhhh.

if none of this happens then idk rantaro is a bit intimidated by maki, and maki thinks he’s unreliable and untrustworthy. that’s probably more likely FLKDJSFKJ BUT I CAN DREAM OKAY? CRIES

rantaro + himiko (9/10) these two are brother and sister, full stop. there’s nothing morally wrong with shipping them, it’s more just that like. i don’t know! himiko is so childish, like, the epitome of a younger sister, and rantaro is the epitome of an older brother... they vibe so hard platonically and then romantically my brain just restarts itself. but anyway!

magic is himiko’s special interest!!!! it means a lot to her and she’s very adamant that it be called magic and not tricks, like, even to the point of slowing down a trial and making herself look guilty in chapter two. i think rantaro is very used to playing along with his sisters’ stuff, and i think he would absolutely humour himiko. and like, they both know it’s not really magic, but it’s the effort that himiko appreciates, and in like, a no-pressure way like rantaro does it? yes please.

i think he would give her piggyback rides. like in chapter five when they’re climbing the stairs to kaito’s lab and himiko goes “someone give me a piggyback ride!” you already know rantaro would be volunteering. (side note: read whattheskyknows’ fic “missing (isn’t always so bad)” because it has that scene and i’m emotional.) i think he’d really take care of her! idk i know i’ve said that about a lot of these but rantaro is very caring. he’d look after himiko and make sure she’s taking her depression meds and carry her to her room when she falls asleep and tell people off when they overwhelm her and hhhh... and himiko would support him too! like with his travels and stuff, she wouldn’t really care about knowing why he’s traveling because it’s not her business and also like, asking about that stuff is a pain, who cares, if he’s gonna travel he’s gonna travel. rantaro would buy her books about magic while traveling and read them to her if she wants, and she would perform magic tricks for him and remind him of what it’s like to have a younger sister again. they matter to me. they should matter to you, too.

rantaro + kirumi (9/10) now i KNOW you weren’t expecting me to put amatoujou any lower, do you know who my favourite person in this fandom is? you are legally obligated to go check out Storyflight’s ao3 and read all of their amatoujou fics because they’re phenomenal and story is too. story ilu. amatoujou week is coming up on october third. participate or die.

anyway! i just think like, in general, rantaro has a lot of respect and appreciation for kirumi. she takes care of everyone! she works so hard all the time and she can really do anything and she’s so composed and calm all the time, and she has this sweet smile and this little laugh and this relaxing, patient energy, and hhhhhhh. rantaro respects her so damn much! so damn much. and maybe he simps a little regardless of whether they’re romantically involved because she works so hard. they get along! pseudo-parents of the group as people always make them. rantaro wants kirumi to kick back every so often, y’know? she matters to him and he’d like to see her being true to herself and enjoying herself. i also think he’s pretty stern with people when it comes to her, and just like, respecting her boundaries, the kinda guy to calmly and casually go, “hey, ouma-kun, she told you not to call her your mother, maybe you’d better respect that?” and kokichi goes “simp” but nevermind nevermind, i’m covering oumami on the next bullet.

idk! i think they’d look after each other! i think rantaro would make sure that kirumi is actually Taking Care Of Herself and of course kirumi would notice him coming in injured all the time and she would absolutely tend to his injuries without asking any questions at all. she would make sure he’s eating and if he requested, she would even tell everyone to Back The Fuck Off on his secrets and leave him alone FKJDSKFj i think she would always emphasise to him that she’ll do whatever she can for him if he so much as asks, as is her duty as a maid or whatever, but rantaro will refuse because like!!! hell’s no, he’s not about to feed into her complex my dude!!!!! but anyway.

i think it would... i just think it would be neat if he told her about his sisters! that’s all. kirumi is a fucking powerhouse, even if rantaro didn’t request it, she would totally help him find all twelve of them and bring them home. honestly? prime slowburn material, just, rantaro requesting that she help find his sisters and they slowly fall in love along the way... hhhhh if i wasn’t a fucking coward i’d write it myself, what a fantastic multi-chapter concept. i am so smart.

rantaro + kokichi (10/10) romantic oumami i go back and forth on but these two are really high at this specific moment in time because i love them SO much platonically, my god.

kokichi is a fucking brat! he’s such a brat, just, an absolute menace, a troublemaker and buffoon. i care him a lot but he’s so tiring to deal with, and if you don’t have the patience it’s hard to like, try and understand him? like with the shorter fuse members of the class (read: kaito and maki) it would be really hard to actually, get to the point where you can see past his bullshit KFJSDLFKJ but rantaro is patient! he’s a patient boy, and he’s hard to menace, and he grew up with twelve younger sisters. twelve!!! he takes care of them, bro, he can handle a little shit gremlin in his life. i think he’d be endeared to kokichi because of this reason, like, the immaturity, it just reminds him of his sisters, and if kokichi pulled out the “onii-chan”... hoo, it’s over. rantaro will do whatever this guy wants. just, a total enabler. absolute goon and enabler. i love them so much.

on a more serious note, they both have a lot of baggage, and similar to harumami it’s like, they’re both really distrustful! they’re distrustful, they just deflect in different ways. i think they’re both observant and intelligent enough that they could bounce off of each other really well. i do think kokichi is a bit smarter than rantaro is, if only just because it’s really hard to be smarter than kokichi, but i still think rantaro could keep up with them. and i think they could be a safe haven for each other! like rantaro gives him a place to truly feel safe, y’know, which is SO rare for kokichi the way he believes everyone is out to get him, and kokichi could give rantaro a place to just, stop smiling. unwind and be himself a little bit. be a little mean! bitch a little! be openly distrustful!

they take care of each other is all!! care them.

rantaro + kaito (20/10) you think you know a simp’s rating system and then she pulls one of these. i’m honestly a little worried about how long this will be because i’ve literally been writing this for three hours but KFJDSKJFDK i’m going to try my very, very best! so here goes :3c

kaito and rantaro have... so much in common. look at these two emotionally constipated, constantly smiling, constantly putting on a brave face, never letting their guard down, never relying on anyone but themselves, always taking care of other people, always taking the burden onto themselves... yeah. it’s like looking in a mirror. and in some cases that’s a really terrible foundation for a relationship. but with these two, when their unhealthy similarities are so reliant upon the other person being willing to just let themself be helped... it works out.

because they’re sweet! they’re sweet people, and rantaro will probably notice the way that kaito takes so much crap from people, including his sidekicks, while working so hard to take care of everyone, and kaito will of Course notice how rantaro is gone all the time, and how he kind of takes himself out of group interactions and makes himself an outcast, and how subtly closed off he is... there’s interest! and they’re both so inclined to help each other i feel like they’d get close! kaito would probably have a bit of a squish on rantaro anyway because he’s the fucking ultimate adventurer and what the hell, that’s so fucking cool, kaito’s destiny obviously lies in the stars but knowing someone who’s going to conquer the earth... that’s awesome. he probably sees rantaro as an equal even before they start getting close. (aka he thinks rantaro is totally above him in every way, like, the ideal almost, but “an equal” is something the luminary of the stars would say, so there he is.) and rantaro thinks kaito is a little silly, but he’s sweet! it’s sweet how much he takes care of other people and just, like, looks after them. rantaro’s weak for a good dork.

and maybe kaito asks rantaro to train with him sometime, or challenges him to a fight, and of course rantaro goes for it because he’s a Man or whatever (and if they do fight it’s homoerotic as hell FKLDSJFK) and plus he’s been meaning to get to know kaito anyway, and then they make a habit of it and start like!! spending time together. and kaito drags rantaro into the larger group and makes him interact and rantaro quietly tells people to lay off kaito, or else makes sure that he’s actually taking care of himself, and then they’re both trying so hard to just, help each other, and they keep like deflecting it back onto the other person, and it’s frustrating! and rantaro is sitting there like “man i really wish momota-kun would open up to me!!” before realising fucking... wait. i do the same thing. like how can he expect kaito to open up to him if he wont do the same thing, y’know? and then he ponders that, and is like, well maybe the relationship just isn’t worth it like vulnerability is for gay losers, but rantaro is, inevitably, a gay loser, so...

there’s just something about seeing your own flaws magnified on another person who you really, really want to take care of, that makes you realise how uncomfortable that is. obviously kaito doesn’t realise he’s upsetting people by pushing them away, not until rantaro closes the door in his face during a breakdown, and then he seriously needs to reevaluate the way he takes care of other people.

idk! i think they’re fantastic. i think kaito’s fervent belief in people would lend itself well to rantaro’s task, like, who doesn’t want to be believed in, y’know? and kaito is so strong about it, even when rantaro doubts himself he’s so encouraging and it’s nice. and rantaro gives kaito space to stop being the hero for a second and just! be kaito! and kaito can tend to his wounds and rantaro can take care of him when he’s sick and hhhHhHhHhhhhHh i care about them SO fucking much.

also? amamota baking sessions? absolutely fucking flawless. these two are so important to me.

hahahaha. sorry for such a long reply, anon. i have a lot of feelings about all of these guys. especially rantaro :) thank you so much for the ask, this was a lot of fun to answer. hope you’re doing well.

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Lullaby

Keanu Reeves x reader  Chapter Summary- Y/n makes complicated weekend plans, Daniel tells her how he feels and an intimate moment between Y/n and Keanu ensues.

Warnings- SMUT/NSFW

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Chapter 12

Y/n sat on the bright white, velvet upholstered sectional in her new living room, laptop perched on her crossed legs, papers scattered around her. Y/n had only moved in about a month prior and against the walls, labelled cardboard boxes were still packed with things she’d brought over. Thankfully, the house had been furnished and somewhat decorated before her arrival. It was a nice place, though while Y/n had previously been excited to leave her childhood home, eager for the ounce of freedom that living alone would offer, she had found that it was also incomparably lonely. There wasn’t a full staff like she’d been used to at home, instead, there were two housekeepers, one that worked during the week and another for weekends, preparing meals and maintaining the interior and all in all keeping dust off the shelves. Besides the two women, both twice her age and one who barely even spoke English, Y/n was generally alone at her new house in Brentwood. Keanu had tried to spend time with her, but lately, he’d been caught up in re shoots and Daniel had been travelling between the states and Beijing for work. The thrill of dating two men, at least in Y/n’s experience, was vastly overrated. 

So, there she was, on a Tuesday night, working alone, in her halfway unpacked living room. The television was switched off and the lights were on their dimmest setting while the hum of the air conditioner was barely audible. On the reflective coffee table, Y/n’s tea grew cold and that night, same as most since she’d moved, it had been easy to get lost in her work. Her fingers glided along the keyboard, the clicking of the keys interrupting the near silence. Y/n held her lower lip between her teeth, working without even considering the time, her burning eyes only ripping away from the screen when the automatic doorbell sounded.

Strange, she wasn’t expecting anyone, especially not that late. 

Before she even considered getting the door, Y/n snatched her phone off of some scattered papers beside her, opening the app connected to the security system. Seeing who it was, she smiled despite herself, setting the computer down and heading to the front door. 

“Daniel,” Y/n giggled quietly, falling into his arms, “You’re back early.”

Daniel took Y/n into his arms, gently lifting her off the floor, kissing her slowly before setting her beneath the threshold again, “Surprise,” he chuckled, his hands in hers.

Laughing, Y/n shook her head, “Well don’t just stand out there,” slightly, she tugged on his hands, stepping back to urge him inside, but he resisted, much to her surprise. 

“I can’t stay,” and Y/n frowned when he did, “I have an early meeting tomorrow and my parents want to see me before I head home,” stepping closer to her, Daniel untangled his fingers from Y/n’s, letting his hands land on her hips, his thumbs rubbing the exposed sliver between her soft grey shorts and white vest, “And you know if I come in, I’m not gonna leave until morning.”

Groaning playfully, Y/n looped her hands around his neck, “Fine,” she grumbled, “Well did you just come here to tempt me, or…..”

“I actually came with an invitation,” he smiled down at her, “Can you get away early on Friday?”

“I don’t know, I’d have to ask,” furrowing her brows, Y/n regarded the man in her arms curiously, “What’d you have in mind?”

“Dinner,” he offered, with a grin that suggested that it was much more than that, “In Hawaii.”

Pretending to be annoyed, Y/n rolled her eyes, huffing, “How modest.”

“I know,” he chortled. When their laughs cooled, Daniel’s hands slid around to Y/n’s back, and she looked up at him, awaiting an explanation for the unnecessary splurge, “I told you that I’d take you out on the plane sometime, and I thought it would be nice for us to get away, considering we’ve both been so busy these days. Come on, I promise it’ll be fun.”

“I…..” Y/n chewed on the offer for a minute. She didn’t have anything planned that weekend; she certainly wasn’t going to spend it with her parents and Keanu was tied up in New York. Besides, it could be fun, “Let's do it,” she agreed, standing on her toes to kiss him again.

Their lips moved in tandem with each other and they forgot that they were standing outside until a ringing phone had them pulling apart, “Shit,” Daniel grumbled, fishing his cell out of his pocket, “It’s my mom,” he huffed, “Think she’ll be mad if I told her that I came to see my girlfriend before I went to see her?”

His girlfriend. The word made her breath hitch. Y/n didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad one.

“I don’t know,” she managed to push the thought away, “But I don’t want her to start hating me, so you should see what she wants.”

“Yeah,” his smile faltered, “I should go, but I’ll see you Friday.” With one final peck, he was off, heading to his car parked in Y/n’s tiled driveway. Backing out of the spot, he waved quickly before speeding up the street. 

With a prep in her step and tingle in her veins, Y/n exuded exuberance as she made her way back to the living room, ready to pack up her stuff and head to bed while she was in a good mood instead of souring it with paperwork. Though, when she checked her phone, there were two missed calls from Keanu. They had last talked earlier that morning, before he got started at work, and suddenly missing him more than she’d realized, Y/n called him right away.

“Hey you,” she could almost hear his smile, “I was starting to think that you were already asleep.”

“Oh,” Y/n sank down, embraced by the cushions, folding on leg under herself and shoving her things away carelessly, “I was just…..in the shower,” Y/n didn’t know why she lied; Keanu knew that she was still seeing Daniel, but something about hiding the truth felt like the right thing to do. Well, the questionably right thing. 

Keanu didn’t speak for a minute, and that was how Y/n knew he was going to ask; “Are you….still in a towel?”

Snorting, Y/n rolled her eyes, “Well, aren’t you a gentleman?” She teased, knowing he’d be okay with or without a few dirty pictures. Despite her sarcasm, Keanu really was a gentleman, never pushing her to do something she didn’t want to, unless it was coercing her onto his motorcycle of course.  

“I am,” he defended in mock disdain, “In fact, I’m just reminding my gorgeous girlfriend how attracted I am to her.”

Girlfriend. There was that word again, from a different man. 

“Yeah, okay,” Y/n scoffed, “For the record I’m not.”

“Bummer,” Keanu sucked his teeth, “Hey, uh,” he began again after a moment, as if just remembering why he’d wanted to talk in the first place, “I’m supposed to wrap up filming this Thursday and the wrap party is on Saturday. I was thinking, you could fly out to New York; we could spend the weekend together and come back together first thing Monday.”

Y/n’s mouth hung agape. She’d, no less than half an hour ago, made weekend plans with Daniel. But she didn’t want to say no to Keanu either. Dinner would just be for one night anyway, right? “If you have plans-”

“I don’t,” there she went, lying again, “But I’d have to fly in on Saturday afternoon, if that’s okay.”

“That’s great,” she could almost hear Keanu’s grin, “Just send me your flight details and I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Awesome,” Y/n huffed. Slumping further into the chair, after that, she tried to pay attention to making plans with Keanu but her mind was on autopilot. Maybe she was wrong, maybe the thrill of dating two men wasn’t as vastly overrated as she’d initially thought. 

Four Days Later Somehow, just dinner had turned into spending the night at a luxurious presidential suite at a five star hotel on a beach in Hawaii. It had been a lovely affair; Daniel had rented out a gazebo on a hillside, peppered with lush foliage and away from the tourists. Their secluded table had overlooked the ocean from afar and the worn wooden floor had been littered beautifully with red and pink flower petals while a decorative tiki torches had the place aglow.

The plane ride had been delightful too; Daniel was no doubt a versed pilot and Y/n had spent most of the five hour flight with her gaze shifting between the marvel that was him easily controlling the aircraft and the widow next to her. There was something about sitting up front that made the experience feel totally new, and Y/n, who'd been travelling since before she could remember it, felt like it was her first time in a plane; ‘oh-ing’ and ‘ah-ing’ at every landmark visible from their distance. 

They hadn’t meant to stay the night, but things had gone exceptionally well and flying back to Los Angeles at two am was far from their minds, so instead, Y/n had led them to one of her family’s hotel’s booking them the finest suite by just dropping her name. 

When she awoke at mid morning on Saturday, groggy and squinting against the sunlight, Y/n had lazily felt around the nightstand for her cell, tumbling out of bed when she’d realized that her flight to New York was leaving from LAX in just a few hours. If she didn’t move quickly and get her two-timing ass there by two pm, she’d miss it completely, which was in no way good considering she’d spent most of the week anticipating the time spent with Keanu.

After a hurried shower and half drying her hair, Y/n slipped into the outfit she’d brought with her, in anticipation of accidentally staying over. She hadn’t really intended to, but just in case, she’d stuffed a flimsy white sundress into her large handbag, along with a pair of cute underwear and a couple other emergency essentials. When she spilled out into the living room, Daniel was standing near the window, phone held to his ear as he spoke in Mandarin. Instead of speaking up, Y/n stopped in her tracks, watching him as he continued, his muscled back turned to her. He was only dressed in his jeans from the night before, his shirt still laid discarded on the nearby sofa. One hand was stuffed in his pocket, and Y/n spent a hot minute trying to figure out what he was saying, but she had never been good with languages and all she’d ever learnt in Mandarin was basic conversational phrases in passing when her parents took her to Singapore on business before she left for college. 

When she eventually gave up, Y/n went over to the serving cart, pouring some coffee into a delicate mug before adding some creamer. After swiping up an acai bowl she headed to the little dining area on the patio. The view was, as expected, serene and undoubtedly stunning. In the near distance, Y/n could see the lush green of the gently swaying palm and coconut trees and the hotel was near enough so that she could hear the crash of waves against the populated white sand. Past the horizon, were the mountains, covered in healthy greenery, looking perfectly picturesque. Y/n’s eyes were trained on the sight past the glass framed balcony, and when a hand gently touched her shoulder, she jumped. “Sorry,” Daniel chuckled, pulling a chair close to hers before pecking Y/n’s lips. Stealing a piece of mango from her bowl, he reached across her shoulder, rubbing circles into her shoulder, “I was just on a call with my boss, they need me in Beijing again.”

“How soon?” Y/n furrowed her brows, swallowing the urge to ask him when they could head back to Los Angeles. She really didn’t want to miss her flight or disappoint Keanu, but she didn’t want to seem too hurried either, lest her parents find out that she ruined another date with Daniel.“Monday,” he sighed heavily, “There were some problems with a new model and he wants me to look at it,” dismissing it, he quickly moved on, “I didn’t know you brought this,” Daniel rubbed the capped sleeve of Y/n’s dress between his index and thumb, “It looks cute on you.”

“Thanks,” Y/n bent her head, blushing lightly, “I like to be prepared, so I brought this along just in case.”

Chuckling, he kissed her cheek, “So I was thinking we could leave after lunch, go down to the beach first, if that’s cool with you.”

Y/n hesitated, worrying on her lower as she tried to find the most pleasant way to vocalize her objection, “I actually need to get back before two, I have to be in New York this afternoon, on business,” she lied smoothly. Though, technically, it wasn’t really a lie; she did have business in New York, personal business.

“Oh,” Daniel stood abruptly, doing a shoddy job of ‘playing it cool’. He could definitely tell that Y/n wasn’t being honest with him, but neither had the courage to confront the elephant in the room, or rather, on the balcony. “Okay, well I guess we should get ready,” he smiled tightly, and Y/n watched him reenter the suite through the screen doors, wishing that there was a better way to do what she had just done.

They touched down at a private terminal at LAX, just minutes before one. Thankfully, Y/n had gotten her assistant to pick up her bags from her house and bring them to the airport. After collecting her stuff and changing quickly in the bathroom, going from her light sundress to a pair of black ripped jeans and a simple blouse with a stylish, grey, long coat over it and a pair of sleek black heels. Surprisingly, Daniel had stayed to walk her to check-in, though, when they neared the line, he stopped her, “I had a lot of fun last night,” he offered, though it seemed to come with hesitation; as if it were supposed to followed up with a cliched ‘but’.

Y/n nodded, glancing at her round-faced, designer, diamond encrusted watch, seeing that it was almost time for boarding, “I did too,” she smiled halfheartedly, trying to quell her impatience. 

“Good, good. I’m glad,” Daniel stuffed his hands into his pockets, moistening his lips, “I know you’re going to see him,” he finally admitted, “And I know that you can do whatever you want, because really, it's your life and-”

“Daniel, can we-”

“Just, let me say this? Please,” his eyes pleaded with hers, asking if she’d spare him five more minutes, “I really, really like you, Y/n and I think that we could be good together. But I don’t think I can prove that to you when I’m still trying to win you over. I’m not asking you to never see him again, and I don’t need to know who he is, all I’m asking is that you think about, please?”

Taking a steadying breath, Y/n nodded slowly, tucking some hair behind her ear, “Yeah,” already, there was turmoil in her mind, especially when the realization suddenly hit her; there was no way for all three of them to leave that situation unscathed. Someone was going to get hurt, and it was all her fault, “Okay.” nothing but their lips touched as she bid him goodbye, the click of her heels drowned out by the excitement around them, though none of it was enough to overpower her troubling thoughts.

Even when Y/n was walking through JFK, Daniel’s words swam in her busy mind, though, it only took seeing Keanu waiting near the foot of the escalator for them to be pushed away. Nearly dropping her luggage, Y/n ran straight into his arms, giggling when he lifted her off the floor, “I’ve missed you,” she breathed into his neck, quickly comforted by his scent of cologne and cigarettes. 

“I’ve missed you too,” Keanu’s grin was wide and even when he set her down, his hands lingered at Y/n’s waist, though, after a quick look around, he pulled away, “I’d kiss you, but I don’t think that would be our best idea.”

Y/n laughed quietly; she knew he was right. Hugging was bad enough, but if someone caught a picture of them making out, she’d never hear the end of it. Careful not to look too intimate, Y/n let Keanu take her bag, walking alongside him as they made their way to the underground parking lot. 

The lighting in the garage was dim and blue-washed. They could have kissed or really, whatever they wanted, right there, but it was only after they were secured safely in the back of a heavily tinted SUV did Keanu pull Y/n to him, his lips crashing to hers. Y/n shifted, folding one leg on her seat, letting the other hang limp as she tossed her arms around Keanu’s neck. “It’s been weeks,” she sighed against her lips.

“Tell me about it,” one of Keanu’s hands tangled in Y/n’s hair, the other secured at her waist, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“So am I,” Y/n giggled, kissing Keanu again. They spent the rest of the ride cuddled close, and by the time they got to Keanu’s New York floor-through apartment, it was just in time to get ready for the party. It was a nice building, in a cushy, comfortable part of the city that was spared from loud, unnecessary noise at night, standing tall among a row of other residential buildings on one side and a hotel and a couple high-end restaurants on the other. 

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Mere hours after landing in New York, Y/n was showered and changed into a iridescent, shimmery, two piece dress with a strappy ‘x’ at the back and a fitted skirt that sported a dangerous slit on the left side. She’d even squeezed in time impeccably do her make-up and hair. Her question had come when Keanu was helping her out of the car, his hand firmly gripping hers.

“Yeah,” Keanu shrugged, reeling Y/n in as they walked through the doors of the rented out venue; a local club in the city. Just as they did, security double checked the list, ensuring that it was actually Keanu and that he’d indicated that he was bringing a guest. “There’s enough security, no paps are allowed in and we don’t have to take pictures if we don’t want to. It’s gonna be fine babe,” Keanu pressed a chaste, reassuring kiss to the top of Y/n’s head.

Y/n looked up at Keanu through her lashes, in awe that he could ease her worries with just a few simple words and a quick peck. It was one of the many things that had her affections for him growing deeper. Keanu wasn’t a lot of things, he wasn’t the safe choice, he wasn’t the logical one either. But he was the man that thrilled her by just holding her hand, the one who’d recently started calling her every night, like clock work before she went to bed and the one that was almost always on her mind

Keanu wasn’t a lot of things, but he was the man that Y/n-

“Beer or a cocktail?” Keanu disturbed her thoughts, just as they found themselves a couple seats.

“Whatever you’re having is fine,” Y/n smiled, pecking him on the lips just before he left. When Keanu later returned with a couple mixed drinks, he handed one over and they began their night; he introduced Y/n to his friends and co workers, they drank and she heard some stories from set all while losing track of time.

When Y/n and Keanu stumbled back into his apartment, it was past two am. Y/n was still giggling at a joke that Keanu had told and after he locked the front door, they trudged to his large bedroom, the pale yellow light adding a warm glow to the rustic decor as he flipped the switch. “I’m tired,” Y/n stretched dramatically, only letting her hands fall to her sides again when Keanu came over to do the back fastenings of her outfit.

Chuckling at her behavior, Keanu kissed her cheek just before he pulled away, getting undressed himself, “Well why don’t we just get ready for bed and call it a night?”

“That sounds amazing,” Y/n slurred plopping onto the bed to get out of her heels, tossing them aside before getting up and heading to the bathroom, to take off her make-up before her shower. 

Getting ready for bed had felt like a trying process, but finally, Y/n was clad scantily in one of Keanu’s t-shirts and a pair of panties. The water had seemed to rinse all her tire away and crawling in next to him, she started peppering kisses along Keanu’s neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. 

Rolling them over so he was on top, Keanu’s hand snuck beneath the over-sized jersey, a palm splayed on her stomach gently pressing her to the mattress. Giggling at his sudden movements, Y/n crooked her legs, her flat of her heels pressing into his calves. “I thought you were tired?” Keanu smiled down at her, dark strands curtaining his face.

When her laughter died down, Y/n’s hands slid up his back, moving to brush Keanu’s hair out of his face. Sliding one arm around the back of his neck, her fingers pressing into his skin, she tried to pull him down to her, “Well now I’m not. Are you?”

“Not particularly,” underneath the navy t-shirt, Keanu’s hand found one of Y/n’s breasts, while the other held up his weight, pressed into the mattress, “What did you have in mind?” His fingers toyed with her nipple, and her back arched involuntarily, her dampening center barely brushing his crotch.  

“I think you know,” Y/n’s words were a shuddering breath and Keanu bent, sucking spots into the area just below her jaw. Her hands found the elastic waist of Keanu’s sweats, pushing them down, the tips of her toes aiding in shoving them completely off. As his lips traveled down her jaw, his trimmed beard scratching her skin, Y/n circled his crotch, rubbing him to life- which didn’t take very long. “Ke,” Y/n moaned, just as he’d gotten her out of the t-shirt, returning to his ministrations.

Keanu just hummed in response, his hand travelling to rub Y/n’s cilt through her panties just as he took one of her breasts in his mouth. She ground on his fingers and eventually, he helped her out of them, his fingers slipping into her soaked folds, his hazy vision focused on how her mouth hung open, her already cloudy mind fumbling for words.

“Keanu,” Y/n mewled, her hips bucking towards his, “I don’t wanna wait tonight,” her pleas were low and needy, “Please.”

Steadying her at the hip, Keanu entered her slowly, admiring the way she threw her head back, exposing her love-bite riddled neck, jaw slack. One of her hands stayed at his back and the pads of her fingers clung to his skin, while at her side, Y/n held a fistful of the beige duvet, squeezing tightly. As he rolled his hips at a leisurely pace, Keanu lowered his lips to hers, their noses and foreheads pressed together as he swallowed up her moans, his grunts contained in his throat.

Things felt different that night, deeper. Past the tangible, Y/n felt like there was more between them, something that gave her the best tingle in her toes and sent pleasurable shocks up her spine. There was nothing hot and heavy about the experience and while sex with Keanu was always phenomenal, what they were doing that night wasn’t just sex. There with him, feeling the friction that his throbbing cock created as it pumped in and out of her slick folds was almost secondary to the feeling of just being connected to him. It was euphoric.   

“I’ve missed you,” Y/n mumbled, his lips still a hair apart from hers, “God, Ke, I’ve missed you all week.”

Smiling softly, Keanu breathed against her lips; he’d missed her to, more than he figured he was. His waking thoughts of her had gone from being lustful to simply just wondering if she’d had a good day, and hoping that she was thinking of him too. That night, Keanu wanted to show Y/n; not how much he worshiped her body, but how much he cared for it, how something as simple as her existence made him feel. “You’re…..” his breath was ragged as he felt the first makings of Y/n’s orgasm; her moans getting louder and her body tensing up beneath his, “You’re so perfect baby.”

Pressing the sides of their faces together, Keanu breathed the scent of her coconut shampoo as she whimpered quietly, her body quaking with pleasure, her free hand flying to his back. Y/n clenched around him, her walls contracting and her breathing ragged as sticky heat spilled out of her core. Like that, he could feel the hassled thumping of Y/n’s heart and her hot breath on his neck. It was enough to throw Keanu over the edge, moaning Y/n’s name, along with a string of obscenities into her ear, as he shot his seed into her. Keanu’s thrusts went rigid as he rode out both their highs, kissing Y/n passionately. Even after they were done, they stayed like that, still tangled as their breaths slowed and it was a short while before he eventually pulled out, rolling on to his back.

By the time they were cleaned up, Y/n was half asleep, her eyes slipping shut as she curled up against Keanu, cheek over his heart, her hair fanned out on his chest and one leg hooked over his thigh. Keanu held her close, pulling the sheets over their bare bodies, his tired eyes fixed on the beauty in his arms. “Goodnight baby,” he hummed.

It took a minute, and Y/n seemed to be mostly asleep as she shifted against him, humming contented, “Keanu….” she mumbled drowsily, her eyes still shut. Keanu emitted a sound of question before Y/n continued, though he didn’t think she heard it, “I love you.” 

At first, Keanu got to thinking that his ears and tired mind had betrayed him, but it couldn’t have been anything else. Three little words that he hadn’t thought of until then. They made his heart flutter and drew a sleepy smile from his lips. Craning his head, Keanu kissed the top of Y/n’s head, he was almost sure that she hadn’t registered what she’d just said, but it was a moment he would treasure forever, and even though Y/n seemed to be sound asleep, Keanu returned, “I love you too Y/n.”

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Tagging- @harrisongslimited​  @paanchu786​  @baphomentwolf666  @a-really-bi-girl​  @sdaff2 

[hystericalweenie]

Just Another Day at the Office Series - New Experiences

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part Two: Overthinking

Masterlist

Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n had found herself stuck in a scenario she’d never thought she’d ever have to face: she’d been catching feelings for a coworker. While she attempted to adapt to her new job and work load, she also had to get used to these new feelings and figure out what the fuck to do with them. George made her want to take risks, she didn’t care about the potentiality of a broken heart with him, because falling in love with him made it seem worth it. Is George falling for Y/n too? Will he be able to reciprocate her feelings?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! Sorry this part’s so short! I have more ideas coming but they wouldn’t have fit right in this chapter ://

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s some sexual! tension! up! in! here! Brief mentions of sex, nothin’ too bad.

PSA: Everyone please stay safe out there! Protect your elders, family members with chronic illnesses/diseases/etc., and all those whose immune systems are extremely vulnerable to this virus!

My eyes peeled open at approximately three in the morning. The room was still dark, my naked figure still remained on top of George’s, and the previous events were clear as day in my head. This uneasy feeling rested in my stomach, a feeling of guilt, and it made me want to throw up. Feeling so vulnerable, like I’d exposed so much of myself to a man I barely knew, it was a new sensation and I felt almost angry at myself for my actions. Why did I let this man perform such an intimate action on me? Why did I do the same to him? It made me even more uncomfortable that we didn’t have a label on our relationship, that all he thought he was to me was a coworker. 

I wanted to cry, I wanted to sob my heart out and curl into a ball by myself, in my own bed. But, instead, I lay on top of George in my naked form, our skin flush against each other, as I fought back tears that threatened to spill from my confused y/e/c eyes. I wasn’t sure why I was so emotional, why I felt so exposed and guilty for having oral sex with George. Bree did this all the time, right? This felt different though, maybe because of the fact that we had an unlabeled relationship and the fear of being abandoned had been taking over me. Or, maybe, it was a sense of shame that I’d let myself lose my self control and got lost in the intimacy. 

Wherever this guilt and shame feeling was coming from, it was eating me alive and I had no idea what to do about it. I wondered how George would react when he awoke. Was he expecting me to leave, like a one night stand would? I didn’t want to give him the wrong impression, because I, most certainly, did not believe this to be a one night stand. I wished he would talk to me, that his eyes would flutter open and I’d be able to tell him how guilty I was feeling. I wished I could interrogate him with a label, because I needed to know what this meant. 

I couldn’t help the tears spilling out now, they dragged down my face and pattered onto his chest like raindrops. I wanted, so badly, just to be in my own bedroom, by myself without the worries of George seeing me cry and asking ‘what’s wrong’; there was too much wrong with my head at that moment, far too much to explain to him and if I’d tried, he’d no doubt think I was a lunatic. I sniffled, wiping my eyes quickly before I heard him stir in his sleep. I froze, stilling my body, hoping that I hadn’t woken him up. With one of his arms snaked lazily around me, his breathing returned to its previous steady rhythm. 

“I know you’re awake,” he mumbled.

I was wrong; he didn’t go back to sleep.

I sighed, feeling his fingers begin to trace patterns on my bare back. 

“I’m just thinking,” I answered back, my breath against his skin. 

He rested his chin on top of my head.

“What about, love?”

Love. Why did he have to do this to me, to make me feel so warm and safe after all of those feelings I’d been having? Why did he have to confuse me even more? Curse this handsome British man.

“What last night meant,” I admitted.

If it wouldn’t come out now, it’d come out eventually. I didn’t see any point in lying anymore. His fingers stopped abruptly against my back, before quickly resuming. I felt his warm breath against my hair, feeling him press his lips against my scalp. 

“What do you want it to have meant?” he questioned softly.

I brought one of my own fingers to the bed, tracing the flannel design on the sheets in hopes of making this conversation easier for me.

“I didn’t really want it to be casual,” I confessed, my eyes focusing on my finger tracing. “I’m not one to have casual sex, not that we actually had sex, but I think oral sex still applies,” I blabbered nervously.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he muttered into my hair. “I really like you, Y/n. I was actually quite worried that you’d leave in the middle of the night.”

My eyes widened at his confession, butterflies making my stomach feel sick.

“I like you too, George. I’m just a little overwhelmed right now, I think.”

My finger led to his arm, tracing over the veins that traveled from the backs of his hands to his forearms. His skin was soft and warm, and I found this simple action comforting my anxious head.

“Do you want me to make you some tea?” he offered, now brushing his fingers gently up and down my back, differing from his previous design tracing. 

“No, thanks.” I traced my fingers up to his biceps, feeling him shiver under me as he reacted to the movement of my gentle fingers. “I’m feeling a bit better, actually,” I mumbled against his skin.

I felt him press his lips against the top of my head, keeping them there for a moment. I wondered if he was inhaling the scent of my lavender shampoo.

“I like this,” I added softly, moving my fingers down to the back of his hand. “I like just laying like this.”

He moved the arm I’d been tracing and wrapped it around me, joining his other arm. I felt him brush his cheek against my hair, nuzzling me. I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face as he embraced me lovingly.

“Me too.”

The second time I’d woken up that morning, I was feeling much better in contrast to the first time. Knowing George’s feelings for me and feeling him embrace me gave me some of the comfort that I’d needed. I turned my head so that my chin rested on his chest, as I watched him sleep. He looked so calm, there hadn’t been a single frustrated crease on his face. His bruised eye was a greenish yellow hue that day, signifying that it was properly healing, and the scab on his lip had reopened from last night’s activities. I gently ran the pad of my thumb over his bottom lip, checking for any blood. His eyes fluttered open, meeting mine instantly. 

��Has my alarm gone off?” he asked, his accent accentuated due to its raspiness and exhaustion. 

And as if on cue, the alarm on his phone blared. He groaned, his head tilting back in dramatic agony before reaching for the device and turning it off. He put his phone back down, before returning his attention back to me. A lazy smile took over his lips, his eyes swollen with sleep as he looked at me. His arms removed themselves from my back, as both of his palms grasped each side of my face, his thumbs stroking my cheekbones. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he commented, as his eyes observed my face.

My cheeks heated instantly before I gained the confidence to roll my eyes and push myself off of him.

“C’mon, we have to get ready for work,” I reminded him. My eyes widened. Work. “Shit, I have to get to my apartment.”

“Do you want me to whip up something quick for breakfast before you leave?” he offered.

I frowned, realizing the sun had already started to rise through the curtains of his room.

“I don’t think I have time,” I chewed on my lip. “But I really wish I did; I still have to shower after last night,” I reminded him. 

He smirked at the mention of last night. 

“Alright, at least let me walk you out to your car, then,” he pleaded.

I gave him a toothy grin.

“Of course.”

I changed into my clothes after the long process of looking for the fabrics strewn all over his floor. He copied my actions until the both of us were fully dressed and ready to leave. I grabbed my purse on the way out, which had been sitting in his kitchen. The chicken parmesan recipe reminded me of the way we washed dishes afterwards, how he’d told me about missing his family in England and how his father was Australian. Conversations like those, conversations about childhood and life before we’d met made me fall more and more in love with George.

As we made our way to my parked car, I leant against the door and looked up at him. The way his skin glowed underneath the rising sun, the way the beautiful colors washed over him and made his hair look golden. I slipped my tongue between my lips and fisted the collar of his shirt, bringing him to my lips. His arms immediately snaked around my waist as our lips moved intensely against one another’s, returning to our perfect rhythm. I could feel myself melt under George; he was absorbing me by the second and I knew I would be too far gone soon enough, but I didn’t care anymore. 

We finally released, as I gave him one last peck to savor the taste of his lips, the taste of him.

“I’ll see you at the office?” I smirked, watching his blissful expression. I hoped I was having the same effect on him. 

I drove away, leaving him looking fucked-out. But, God, I loved it. 

As soon as I entered the apartment, I was immediately met with Bree’s wide hazel eyes.

“I will tell you everything later,” I promised quickly, before hopping into the shower and taking possibly the fastest shower I’d ever taken in my life.

I threw on a dress, a jacket, and wedges and left the house, not even caring to do my makeup. I sped to work, praying that I’d be on time. And after rushing into the elevator and speed-walking toward my office, I was finally able to breathe regularly. I looked across to my brunette friend, my lips curling into a smile at his presence.

“You’re back today?” I queried, logging into my computer and settling into my chair.

“I am,” he confirmed, winking at me with his signature smile.

“Let’s get this mother fucking show on the road, then, shall we?” I clapped my hands together, opening my documents that I’d already written and sending them to him.

After work, I went out to retrieve my CBD oil for the article before returning to the apartment. But as soon as I turned the knob, Bree was shouting from the couch.

“Tell! Me! Everything!” she begged. 

I rolled my eyes, throwing my purse and my bag from the pharmacy onto the small kitchen table before making a seat next to her on the couch. 

“We did not fuck,” I stated.

“But you did something, right?” she asked, her eyebrows raising.

I nodded slowly, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. She scooted herself closer to me.

“Well, what the fuck did you guys do?” she urged. 

“Well, first, he taught me how to make chicken parmesan–”

“Y/n,” she interrupted, dramatically begging.

“We had oral sex,” I confessed with a sheepish smile.

Her bushy eyebrows furrowed at me.

“Wait, so he ate you out and you sucked his dick?”

I rolled my eyes at her raunchy language.

“Yes,” I sighed.

She stilled, her eyes boring into mine.

“Did he make you cum?”

The memories replayed in my head; the tightening feeling in my stomach, the shaking of my legs, the curling of my toes, his tongue; how could I have not orgasmed?

“Yes!” I practically screamed. “God, it was amazing.”

She threw a fist in the air.

“Thank fucking Lord, Y/n has finally got a guy to make her cum!”

I rolled my eyes, but it was true.

George was the first guy to ever make me cum. Who would’ve thought?

[frustratedpotatowriter]

Explosive warmth

Ground Zero ¦ Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

GENRE: Smut. Fanfic. 18+. Aged up characters

WARNINGS: Smut, sex, cursing.

EXPLICIT CONTENT - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

This is my first fanfic post. I hesitated on posting this, but here we go. Hope you like it. 😊

P.S This was originally a bakugo x original character because I like writing with names, but I changed it to bakugo x reader. Sorry for unchanged pronouns/grammar errors.

Please do not copy/plagiarize. Lovelots.💟

You took the coffee from the server's hands, thanked him, and rushed out the door.

You entered the company and went straight to the elevator, a few good mornings was thrown back and forth

You went straight to Ground Zero's office and placed the coffee on his table, exited the office, went to the bathroom and looked at yourself.

You pulled your sleeves, removed some hair covering your face.

The rush was intense this morning.

You went back to your designated desk and checked his schedule for today.

He is supposed to appear on an interview with Deku.

You sighed. He yells everytime you bring this one up.

Suddenly, you heard some explosions coming from Bakugo's office.

"God fucking dammit! Y/N!" You immediately stood up and went for his door, knocked three times before entering.

"Yes?" You asked standing in front of him.

"That shitty hair is gonna come here today." You nodded.

You just cant help but stare at him, his muscles evident on his shirt. His sweatpants exposing the slight bulge.

"Hey?! Are you listening?!" You snapped back to reality when you heard him yell.

"O-Okay, I'll be sure to serve him tea later." He glared at you, and you smiled at him.

"By the way, the interview with Deku today-"

"Goddamit! I fucking told you to cancel that shit! Im not going to have an interview together with that fucking nerd!"

"Yes, you told me that, but I also told you that Im not gonna cancel this one anymore because its already the third time this month, that you want an interview with the number one hero, cancelled. So, I'll be accompanying you later. Dont worry."

He growled at you. "Who the fuck is the boss here?!"

"You, of course." Beaming a smile at him. "We'll be leaving by 4pm, Sir. So, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now." You turned around to leave. You hear him muttering curses and shuffling around, you just chuckled and headed for the door.

"Goddammit. Y/N." You turned around once again when you did, a pair of something soft touch your lips.

He kissed you roughly and you responded immediately. Your hands wrapped around his neck and his are placed on your waist.

The couple of you were so deep in the kiss when knocks on the door disturbed your heated rendezvouz

Both of you let go, catching breaths.

"I-I'll check it out." You manage to utter. Suppresing the whine of having to stop. You fixed your ruffled blouse, opened the door and saw Red riot smiling outside.

"Whats up?! Is bakugo there?" You just nodded.

"Red riot's here." When your head turned around he is already on the couch looking pissed.

You let Red riot in and asked him to sit on the opposite couch where bakugo is sitting.

"Hey! Whats with the face?" Red riot asked.

"You're an idiot. You fucking bastard!" You chuckled at his response.

You went to the counter behind the couch where Red riot's sitting to prepare tea.

They were talking about Hero work, well. Red riot is talking about hero work and Ground Zero's just staying silent.

"Hey. Bakugo. You know. You should try dating already!"You felt your ear throbbed when you heard that, you even stopped moving to see if he's gonna answer.

A few seconds passed by.

"Dating doesn't sound too bad." For some odd reason, his response made your heart skip a few beats.

You took a deep breath and brought the tea to them.

"Mmmm! This is really good Y/N."

"Thank you, Red riot."

"You can call me Eijiro when we're alone!" He took another sip of tea.

"You know, I cant believe that you're gonna last as bakugo's secretary. You're so sweet and bakugo's just-"

"Stop talking there you idiot! Dont give her any ideas!" You just chuckled and shook your head.

You just slipped back to the counter to clean up.

"You should leave now!"

"What?! Why?"

"Leave now or I'll blast you off the roof!"

"Fine! fine! Thanks for the tea again, Y/N!" You paid a look at Eijiro who is now on the door waving goodbye.

"Bye eijiro!"

"What the fuck?!" You jumped when Ground Zero appeared behind you and yelled.

"What is it?"

"Why're you calling that Idiot Eijiro?!" You frowned.

"Because he said so?" You responded, not sure why he is acting all weird about it.

"Then I command you to call me Katsuki too!" shocked is the appropriate word to describe how you feel when he snapped.

"O-okay, K-kat-su-ki." You felt your cheeks blush, its the first time you called him his first name.

"Its KATSUKI! The fuck are you stuttering for?! You just called that idiot Eijiro!" You blinked a few times while staring at him.

Is he somehow jealous?

"You're being cute." You told him.

"The fuck is being cu-"He was cut off when you pulled his collar and kissed his lips.

You heard and felt him mutter idiot while you kiss but did not pay anymore attention to that and just continued enjoying his lips.

He let go of the kiss and pulled you by the wrist. He pushed you on the couch.

He smirked, and damn, he is hot.

You looked into his eyes and it was those of a predator ready devour its prey, which is YOU.

That thought brought a chill down your spine, out of excitement.

He then kissed your lips again, not too long though. His kisses travel down to your neck almost immediately.

He nibbled and sucked, and you're sure it left a mark there again.You're gonna have to conceal that again..

You felt a grasp on your left breast which made you moan. He started to unbutton your blouse impatiently, complaining that its taking too long, so you helped him.

When its finished, he immediately took it off. He took no more than 5 seconds to remove your bra next.

He kissed your cleavage and proceeded in licking your left nipple.

You moaned when he started sucking on it aggressively, your back arched, feeling more and more sensitive to his touch.

His right hand went roaming further down when you felt his finger touch your sensitive part.

You bit your lips as the thin clothing between you and his finger felt so rough.

"T-touch me more, please." You uttered, eager to feel more of him.

He stopped suckling your nipple and went back to face you. He claimed your lips once more as he slipped off your underwear.

You then, touched the hem of his shirt before pulling it up, he continued removing it for you.

His muscles are defined,you thought. Tracing down his abs with your finger.

When you reached his sweatpants, you pulled the string and looked at him.

He's staring at you intently, you pulled his arm to get him even closer.

"I want you inside me, Katsuki."

"Godammit!" As if the tiny string thats been holding him back popped, he flipped you over.

With no warnings, he slammed his cock inside you. It made you moan loud. You held on to the sofa while he's coming in and out of your castle.

Your walls are embracing his cock very well and he lives for it.

"You're so fucking wet!" You bit your lower lip, getting turned on by his grunts and moans.

""K-katsuki! You feel so good inside me!"

"Yeah? Whose cock can make you feel this good?"

"Y-yours katsuki! Only yours!" You screamed, head is spinning because of the sensation he's making you feel with every thrust.

"Damn right!" His pace fasten as you felt a familiar build up.

"I-I'm close!"

"M-me too. im gonna cum inside you!" My eyes widen when he said that.

"W-wait! I might- ah! get pregnant katsuki!"

"Yeah? Then get pregnant with my child!Ah! fuck!"

"Katsuki!" You called his name out as you felt a blissful release.

"Y/N!" Not a moment later you felt katsuki's seeds spilling inside your walls.

You felt his hand arounf your waist, embracing you.

You rested on that position for a minute then and both sat down on the couch.

He placed his arm around your shoulder as you rested on his chest.

You stayed silent for a few minutes.

"We should start going out together." You shot my eyes up at him, looking shocked.

"What? Dont you dare tell me that you just want to be fuck buddies?!" You laughed, he really panicked.

"Take me out on a dinner first." You answered, sticking your tongue out to tease him.

"Fine. whatever." You smiled and rested on his chest again.

"But not tonight, you have the interview and you said your mother asked you out tonight." I said, circling my fingers in his chest.

He grunted but did not protest anymore. You smiled again.Still can't believe he's asking you out.

"Stop blushing!" He yelled. You looked up at him again, and he should talk. His cheeks are deep red.

You just shook your head and chuckled.

EDIT: Part two can be found here

[berrydorkstuff]

Explosive Warmth

GENRE: Smut. Fanfic. 18+. Aged up characters

WARNINGS: smut. sex.cursing.

Word count: I dunno. Sorry 😥

This is my first fanfic post. I hesitated on posting this, but here we go. Hope you like it. 😊

Oh, btw, I posted this on my original acct instead of the one for writing. Maybe I'll just post it again there, or maybe not. Lol

P.S This was originally a bakugo x original character because I like writing with names, but I changed it to bakugo x reader. Sorry for unchanged pronouns/grammar errors.

Please do not copy/plagiarize. Lovelots.😘

Ground Zero Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

You took the coffee from the server's hands, thanked him, and rushed out the door.

You entered the company and went straight to the elevator, a few good mornings was thrown back and forth

You went straight to Ground Zero's office and placed the coffee on his table, exited the office, went to the bathroom and looked at yourself.

You pulled your sleeves, removed some hair covering your face.

The rush was intense this morning.

You went back to your designated desk and checked his schedule for today.

He is supposed to appear on an interview with Deku.

You sighed. He yells everytime you bring this one up.

Suddenly, you heard some explosions coming from Bakugo's office.

"God fucking dammit! Y/N!" You immediately stood up and went for his door, knocked three times before entering.

"Yes?" You asked standing in front of him.

"That shitty hair is gonna come here today." You nodded.

You just cant help but stare at him, his muscles evident on his shirt. His sweatpants exposing the slight bulge.

"Hey?! Are you listening?!" You snapped back to reality when you heard him yell.

"O-Okay, I'll be sure to serve him tea later." He glared at you, and you smiled at him.

"By the way, the interview with Deku today-"

"Goddamit! I fucking told you to cancel that shit! Im not going to have an interview together with that fucking nerd!"

"Yes, you told me that, but I also told you that Im not gonna cancel this one anymore because its already the third time this month, that you want an interview with the number one hero, cancelled. So, I'll be accompanying you later. Dont worry."

He growled at you. "Who the fuck is the boss here?!"

"You, of course." Beaming a smile at him. "We'll be leaving by 4pm, Sir. So, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now." You turned around to leave. You hear him muttering curses and shuffling around, you just chuckled and headed for the door.

"Goddammit. Y/N." You turned around once again when you did, a pair of something soft touch your lips.

He kissed you roughly and you responded immediately. Your hands wrapped around his neck and his are placed on your waist.

The couple of you were so deep in the kiss when knocks on the door disturbed your heated rendezvouz

Both of you let go, catching breaths.

"I-I'll check it out." You manage to utter. Suppresing the whine of having to stop. You fixed your ruffled blouse, opened the door and saw Red riot smiling outside.

"Whats up?! Is bakugo there?" You just nodded.

"Red riot's here." When your head turned around he is already on the couch looking pissed.

You let Red riot in and asked him to sit on the opposite couch where bakugo is sitting.

"Hey! Whats with the face?" Red riot asked.

"You're an idiot. You fucking bastard!" You chuckled at his response.

You went to the counter behind the couch where Red riot's sitting to prepare tea.

They were talking about Hero work, well. Red riot is talking about hero work and Ground Zero's just staying silent.

"Hey. Bakugo. You know. You should try dating already!"You felt your ear throbbed when you heard that, you even stopped moving to see if he's gonna answer.

A few seconds passed by.

"Dating doesn't sound too bad." For some odd reason, his response made your heart skip a few beats.

You took a deep breath and brought the tea to them.

"Mmmm! This is really good Y/N."

"Thank you, Red riot."

"You can call me Eijiro when we're alone!" He took another sip of tea.

"You know, I cant believe that you're gonna last as bakugo's secretary. You're so sweet and bakugo's just-"

"Stop talking there you idiot! Dont give her any ideas!" You just chuckled and shook my head.

You just slipped back to the counter to clean up.

"You should leave now!"

"What?! Why?"

"Leave now or I'll blast you off the roof!"

"Fine! fine! Thanks for the tea again, Y/N!" You paid a look at Eijiro who is now on the door waving goodbye.

"Bye eijiro!"

"What the fuck?!" You jumped when Ground Zero appeared behind you and yelled.

"What is it?"

"Why're you calling that Idiot Eijiro?!" You frowned.

"Because he said so?" You responded, not sure why he is acting all weird about it.

"Then I command you to call me Katsuki too!" shocked is the appropriate word to describe how you feel when he snapped.

"O-okay, K-kat-su-ki." You felt your cheeks blush, its the first time you called him his first name.

"Its KATSUKI! The fuck are you stuttering for?! You just called that idiot Eijiro!" You blinked a few times while staring at him.

Is he somehow jealous?

"You're being cute." You told him.

"The fuck is being cu-"He was cut off when you pulled his collar and kissed his lips.

You heard and felt him mutter idiot while we kiss but did not pay anymore attention to that and just continued enjoying his lips.

He let go of the kiss and pulled you by the wrist. He pushed you on the couch.

He smirked, and damn, he is hot.

You looked into his eyes and it was those of a predator ready devour its prey, which is YOU.

That thought brought a chill down your spine, out of excitement.

He then kissed your lips again, not too long though. His kisses travel down to your neck almost immediately.

He nibbled and sucked, and you're sure it left a mark there again.You're gonna have to conceal that again..

You felt a grasp on your left breast which made you moan. He started to unbutton your blouse impatiently, complaining that its taking too long, so you helped him.

When its finished, he immediately took it off. He took no more than 5 seconds to remove your bra next.

He kissed your cleavage and proceeded in licking your left nipple.

You moaned when he started sucking on it aggressively, your back arched, feeling more and more sensitive to his touch.

His right hand went roaming further down when you felt his finger touch your sensitive part.

You bit your lips as the thin clothing between you and his finger felt so rough.

"T-touch me more, please." You uttered, eager to feel more of him.

He stopped suckling your nipple and went back to face you. He claimed your lips once more as he slipped off your underwear.

You then, touched the hem of his shirt before pulling it up, he continued removing it for you.

His muscles are defined,you thought. Tracing down his abs with your finger.

When you reached his sweatpants, you pulled the string and looked at him.

He's staring at you intently, you pulled his arm to get him even closer.

"I want you inside me, Katsuki."

"Godammit!" As if the tiny string thats been holding him back popped, he flipped you over.

With no warnings, he slammed his cock inside you. It made you moan loud. You held on to the sofa while he's coming in and out of your castle.

Your walls are embracing his cock very well and he lives for it.

"You're so fucking wet!" You bit your lower lip, getting turned on by his grunts and moans.

""K-katsuki! You feel so good inside me!"

"Yeah? Whose cock can make you feel this good?"

"Y-yours katsuki! Only yours!" You screamed, head is spinning because of the sensation he's making you feel with every thrust.

"Damn right!" His pace fasten as you felt a familiar build up.

"I-I'm close!"

"M-me too. im gonna cum inside you!" My eyes widen when he said that.

"W-wait! I might- ah! get pregnant katsuki!"

"Yeah? Then get pregnant with my child!Ah! fuck!"

"Katsuki!" You called his name out as you felt a blissful release.

"Y/N!" Not a moment later you felt katsuki's seeds spilling inside your walls.

You felt his hand arounf your waist, embracing you.

You rested on that position for a minute then and both sat down on the couch.

He placed his arm around your shoulder as you rested on his chest.

You stayed silent for a few minutes.

"We should start going out together." You shot your eyes up at him, looking shocked.

"What? Dont you dare tell me that you just want to be fuck buddies?!" You laughed, he really panicked.

"Take me out on a dinner first." You answered, sticking your tongue out to tease him.

"Fine. whatever." You smiled and rested on his chest again.

"But not tonight, you have the interview and you said your mother asked you out tonight." You said, circling your fingers in his chest.

He grunted but did not protest anymore. You smiled again.Still can't believe he's asking you out.

"Stop blushing!" He yelled. You looked up at him again, and he should talk. His cheeks are deep red.

You just shook your head and chuckled.

[thatfairyfangirl]

Government Property

So I saw this on facebook and HAD to fic it

The summer sun beat down on your back yard relentlessly with not so much of a whisp of a cloud to deter the sun's rays. A bead of sweat trickled down your bare back, pooling at the red white and blue bikini strap before continuing to travel down as you emerge from your kitchen of your small Brooklyn home to the humble backyard, carrying a pitcher of lemonade in one hand and iced tea in the other. Once the bright sun hit you, warming you to your soul instantly, you paused, watching your family fawn and swoon over The Avengers who had shown up to your humble 4th of July cookout doubling as Steve's birthday party. With a chuckle you shook your head at how starstruck they all were at the fact the Steve you had been talking about for months was none other than Captain America himself! But even you had to admit there was something perfect about having him of all people manning the grill on Independence Day.

"Sissy! Sissy!" Your young niece called as she spotted her favorite aunt coming with the beverages, rushing to hug you...well, your left leg since that was as high as she could reach. "Did you see?! Hulk is here!" She squealed before toddling off to politely ask him to pick her up.

Something about all this just felt so right to Steve, it was just an average Independance day. No flash. No bad guys to beat. Just food, family and friends...how it should be. "You know, birthday boy, I put all this together so you could actually meet my family." You teased, placing a cup of lemonade at his side and a soft kiss on his cheek.  "I got the burgers, go enjoy yourself."

~ ~ ~ ~

Soon enough the summer heat gave way to a sticky heavy aired evening as you brought out the very patriotic birthday cake covered in a seemingly endless supply of candles….you may have meant to only put 100 on there, but you lost count somewhere along the way and now you were sure there were far too many. But the look on his face as he laughed at the sight made all the time worth it. And with the trite old song sung and slices of red white and blue cake handed out to all, you found yourself nestled into his lap, arms comfortably around each other and his chin resting on your head as you watched the fireworks coming from the Brooklyn bridge. "Thanks, Doll, I couldn't have asked for a better birthday." He whispered softly into your ear, his cool breath mixing with the early July heat to send chills down your spine.

Craning your neck you looked into his eyes with a smirk. "Not over yet." You teased lightly before reaching up to kiss him, leaving him to wonder just what else you had planned. It wasn't until the last of the avengers and your family finally left that he realized what that was.

The next morning he woke with the most blissful grin finding you still wrapped up in his arms. His fingertips traced soft, loving circles over your bare skin, until he found the spots where his love bites got a little too hard, purple and blue splotches dancing over your flesh around those hidden marks only he can see, making you in to his very own personal piece of artwork. "Mmm-morning baby." You purred gently as your eyes fluttered open lazily. "Good birthday?"

"The best." He assured you, planting a firm sweet kiss on your forehead. "Want me to make you some breakfast?"

You rolled over on to his chest, your fingers tracing with barely there touches down the red and purple you left on the side of his jaw and neck. "That would be amazing." You answered, placing soft kisses on the marks you made.

Breakfast, however, seemed to not be in the cards. Steve's phone began chiming relentlessly as he searched for his pants. With an aggravated sigh he nestled it between his shoulder and ear as he began shoving his legs in one by one. "Hey Tony, what's up?" You watched him with concern as his face dropped, the joy you had put there the night before vanishing with whatever Tony was telling him. "I'm still at (Y/N)'s, I can be there in five." Discarding the phone to your bed he looked up to you more sorry than worried about the fight to come. "I'm sorry Doll, looks like we'll have to take a rain check." He didn't tell you what impending doom was pulling him away, and he knew you preferred it that way. You weren't blind to the world, you saw the things out there...things that he was too stubborn or stupid to realize he probably shouldn't be fist fighting…

"Go save the world." You assured him, giving him a kiss goodbye for good luck.

~ ~ ~ ~

"What the Hell happened to you?!" Tony demanded seeing the deep bruising along his friend's neck peeking over his uniform.

"What? What's wrong?" Steve asked finding anything reflective to see what he was talking about, finally spotting the hickeys you left on him the night before. "Oh...I guess (Y/N) is stronger than she thought." He chuckled.

"Well, Cap, I am very disappointed in you." Tony teased as they readied the Quinjet. "Only teens leave hickies where the public can see them."

"You think I did these to myself pal?" He joked back.

"You know … You're right… I'm going to have to have a talk with your girlfriend when we get back." Tony quipped as he sat in the pilot's seat.

~ ~ ~ ~

Saturday spilled into your window draping the sun over you like a warm hug from an old friend. How you loved Saturday morning...and how you could easily sleep through most of it. Later today you knew you'd have shopping to do. But for now nothing was convincing you to leave this bed...until Ironman by Ozzy came blaring from your phone, telling you Tony was calling. With a sleepily annoyed groan you rolled over, grabbing the phone with a "Mmmmhello?"

“Excuse me little miss but you are in big big trouble” Tony scolded on the other end of the line.

“Wha...what time...?” You grumbled with a squint, checking the clock...7am…there must be something wrong. Suddenly with a jolt of adrenaline and worry you sat up, giving Tony your undivided attention. “What’s wrong? Is Steve alright?”

“He’ll live." Tony answered. "But you, however, you have been damaging Avengers property.”

“What on earth are you talking about?” You asked as you hopped out of bed pulling on a pair of pants, readying to check on your boyfriend.

“Those hickies you left...clear as day...Captain America has an image to uphold, you know!”

You froze, realizing the love marks you left must have been visible in his uniform. “Tony, you shit! You woke me up and got me all worried over that?!” You could hear him laughing on the other end of the line. “You better hope to God I don’t march over to that tower and really damage Avenger’s property!” You add as Steve let himself in, pausing at the door, hearing you scream at Tony.

“Doll? Everything alright?” He asked with a worried tone, dropping his key on the kitchen table.

“Yeah...Just Tony being Tony.” You answered with a huff as you emerged from the bedroom to wrap your arms around the love of your life, giving him a soft innocent kiss hello, before turning his head to examine the bruises you made. “So is the world still in ending?”

“Not today.” He answered enveloping you in his strong arms. “Sorry about Tony...I didn’t think he was serious when he said he was going to call you.”

“Oh so you LET him wake me up at 7am...you are so lucky I love you.”

“No arguments there.” He agreed with a chuckle. “How about I take you out for some breakfast to make it up to you?”

[the-awkward-writer]

Moments

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k (she a long one)

Warnings: Fluff? There may be some swearing. I tried my best.

A/N: So, this is my first Tom Holland fic… I hope it doesn’t suck too bad? I saw this post and I needed to write it. I combined two of them because I liked the way it worked. I really tried with this one (i even managed to somewhat proofread it!), so tell me what you think! Also, let me know if you want to be tagged!

one: brushing of fingertips

It was nearly impossible not to notice everything about you; everything you did had Tom falling in love with you all over again.

From the way you flicked your hair over your shoulder, to the way you talked to Tessa, and even the way you rubbed sleep out of your eyes in the morning, you had Tom hanging on to your every last movement, and you didn’t even know it.

So here he was, at one-thirty in the morning on a Wednesday, watching you sleep. He swears it isn’t creepy. He just can’t sleep, the eventful day he had wasn’t letting his brain shut down like his exhausted body wanted him to.

He was laid on his side, facing you. His left arm was curled under and around your hips, keeping your body close to him. His right hand was trailing up and down your arm softly.

His fingertips brushed over your skin with feather light touches. If you had been awake, you would have shoved him away from you playfully, complaining that it tickled.

So Tom took advantage of the moment. His hand was still in motion as his eyes memorized the lines of your face. The curve of your nose, and the fluttering of your eyelashes as you dreamt. He memorized the feeling of the ends of your hair brushing the hand resting on your lower back. He memorized every single detail he possibly could, as he knew the moment would be over soon. Soon his alarm would go off, and he’d have to jump on a plane and fly away from home. Away from you.

He softly shook his head clear of the thoughts, not wanting to spoil his last night home with dread and fear, but sometimes he couldn’t help himself. So, instead of letting his mind wander, he let his hands. His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from your face, your nose scrunching up in your sleep. Tom had always found that adorable. Even when you were asleep, your body still had the same reactions.

Tom’s fingertips ran down the sides of your face, down your cheekbones, and down the curve of your nose he was previously admiring.

His fingertips ran across your jaw, your ear, and up to your eyebrow. His fingertips skated over the middle of your forehead, the spot he loved to place kisses (something that would automatically make you weak in the knees). His fingertips slowed as they retraced your features over and over; Tom knew he’d be calling on this memory frequently in order to get him through the pain of being separated from you.

Tom placed a soft kiss to your forehead and allowed his fingertips to return to your arm just as your eyes fluttered open.

“Mm,” you hummed softly, “What are you doing awake, Tommy?”

Tom loved that nickname, and you were the only one allowed to say it. Harrison and his brothers always gave him so much shit for it, but that nickname could make Tom as pliable as ever, ready to jump through hoops for your every need.

“Sorry, love,” Tom’s voice was thick, almost like he had been asleep himself, “Can’t sleep.”

You move one of your hands from Tom’s chest to the nape of his neck, playing with the curls that were still damp from his shower, “What’s on your mind, baby?”

Baby was another nickname that had Tom weak in the knees. Really, any nickname you gave him had him answering to your every beck and call.

Tom could feel the tears burning in the back of his eyes, “I really don’t want to leave you.”

His voice was thicker now. However, instead of it being thick from the lack of use, it was now due to the lump in his throat he was trying to avoid, and the emotions he was trying to keep in check.

You seemed fully awake now, your eyes less bleary and your voice clearer, “Oh, Tommy,” you said softly, your hand moving to wipe away a tear Tom didn’t even know had fallen, “Everything is gonna be alright.”

Tom scoffed lightly and rolled his eyes, “That’s what you say every time, but I end up calling you every night because I can’t deal without you.”

Tom finally succumbed to his emotions, letting them swallow him whole as he wallowed.

You rest your forehead against his. Your thumb moved back and forth on his cheekbone, an action Tom found extremely soothing.

“Tommy, it’s gonna be alright because you’re strong. I know it’s hard, I know. I have to deal with it too, but we can get through it. We do get through it. We get through it every time because I love you, and I know you love me. We love each other and we’re willing to fight for what we have.”

Tom didn’t know how you did it. Just your voice alone had him backing away from the brink of a panic attack. Your voice alone soothed him to unimaginable lengths. Your voice alone calmed his racing heart and steadied his shaking hands.

Tom sniffed and nuzzled his face into your hand with a small smile, “I don’t know what I’d do without you, darling,” he said softly.

You chuckled lowly and kissed his forehead, another thing that made him weak in the knees, “You’d probably never have any clean boxers.”

Tom giggled for the first time, a small smile that you loved so much gracing his features, “I love you, Y/N.”

Without hesitation, you replied, “I love you too, Tommy.”

Tom moved closer to you, the arm around your waist tightening, bringing you impossibly closer. His head found its way to the crook of your neck and he kissed the skin there softly.

“Go to sleep, Tommy. You have a lot of travelling to do in the morning,” your voice was airy and light as you tried to coax him into getting even the slightest bit of shut eye.

Tom nodded and mumbled a sleepy goodnight, snuggling once more into your body. Your hand moves from his hair to his arm, where you begin to run your fingertips over his arm softly. You never understood why he found the action so comforting, as you mostly found it ticklish and sometimes annoying, but you were willing to do anything to help your boy get some rest.

It took a few moments, but it wasn’t long before you could feel his breath evening out against your neck and hear his light snores. Still, you didn’t stop your movements. Your fingertips ran from his shoulder to his fingers and back. It got to the point that your arm started to ache from being suspended for so long, but you didn’t care. You were happy to be stuck in this moment, a moment that was going to end soon, so you milked it for all it was worth.

two: sarcasm

To say you were exhausted would be an understatement. You were physically, mentally, and emotionally drained.

All you wanted was to curl up on the couch with some hot tea and your hot boyfriend, but only half of your wish was even up for consideration.

It wasn’t easy to forget, and it was impossible to ignore the fact that Tom was across the country from you filming his latest movie. You missed him more than anything, and you’d sell your soul for just five minutes with him in person.

Opening the front door to the apartment you shared with Tom, your emotions increased tenfold. All you wanted was Tom’s arms around you, but you couldn’t have that for another three weeks.

Holding back your exhausted tears, you kicked off your shoes and flung your purse onto the kitchen table, not caring where it landed or what spilled out of it.

You barely registered opening the back door in order to let Tessa out to use the bathroom, as your mind was elsewhere. While you waited for Tessa to do her business, you decided to change into more comfortable clothes (that you stole from Tom). Once you had changed into one of Tom’s shirts and a pair of leggings, you made your way back downstairs to the kitchen to start your tea.

As you waited for the water to boil you went to the back door to check on Tessa, who was clambering up the steps as you approached, “Hey there, girlie,” you said softly, realizing that you hadn’t given her much attention when you got home.

Upon hearing the whistling of the tea kettle you stood from your knelt position and closed the back door.

With your steaming mug of tea in hand, you settled onto the couch and flipped the TV on, leaving it on whatever channel it was currently playing.

You sipped your hot tea, thankful for the small bit of relaxation and looked at the time. With the time difference, you figured Tom would be wrapping up now and may have a few minutes to spare for you.

You pulled out your phone, careful not to spill your tea all over Tessa, who had settled in next to you into the bend of your knees. You clicked Tom’s contact and waited patiently for him to pick up, which he did almost immediately.

As soon as his tired face filled your phone screen, you could feel the stress starting to melt off your shoulders, “Hi, Tommy,” you said lightly.

“Hey there, love,” his voice was rough and low, heavy. “How are you, baby?”

You shrugged, “I’ve been better. You?”

Tom shrugged, “I’m tired and I miss you, so the usual.”

You let out a small huff of a laugh, “Eh, you’ll be fine. I hardly miss you anymore. I think Tessa has even forgotten about you.”

Tom knew you were joking, as you frequently resorted to sarcasm and jokes as a way to lighten his mood.

“You’re probably right,” he said, “But then why did you call me?”

You rolled your eyes, “Gotta keep my enemies close Tommy. I’m only here for your dog and your money.”

Tom giggled, “Well the joke really is on you, isn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t even know where to go next with that.”

“Baby!” Tom yelled jokingly, “You’re supposed to be the funny one in this relationship!”

You let out a small laugh and rolled your eyes once more, “Shut up. I don’t have the energy to make you fall in love with me through my jokes right now.”

Tom let out another laugh as you both fall quiet.

“What time is it there, love?” You ask.

Tom looks over to the side, giving you a good view of his sharp jawline, “It’s nearly midnight.”

“Did you just wrap filming?” You can see the deep purple bags under his eyes; not even the heaviest concealer the makeup crew had could cover them completely.

“No,” he shook his head, “We wrapped a while ago, actually. I was just waiting for this weird girl to call me. I don’t know why I wait up for her every night.”

You roll your eyes and manage to crack a small smile, “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you hated me.”

Tom’s eyes got wide as he sat up in the bed quickly, “What? No!”

You giggled, the camera shaking with you, “No, Tommy. I know you don’t.”

Tom sighed heavily, his hand covering his heart as he laid back down on his bed, “Oh! Guess what?”

His tired persona seemed to vanish as his eyes lit up and Tom’s usual peppy personality came out.

“What?” You asked with a little bit more enthusiasm than before. You didn’t even have to fake it; his happiness was contagious.

“They’re giving us two weeks off!” He yelled happily.

Immediately, you felt tears spring to your eyes, “You’re joking.”

Tom shook his head, “I promise, love. Of course, since they’re pushing back filming I’m still going to have to finish up the last three weeks after the break, but it’s better than nothing.”

You cradled your phone closer to your face, wishing it was Tom, “So you’ll be home before the end of the week, yeah?”

Tom shook his head, “By the end of tomorrow, love.”

A giant smile split across your face as a tear ran down your cheek, “But I had plans with my other boyfriend.”

Tom rolled his eyes, “Well call him and cancel because the more superior boyfriend is going to be in town.”

“Why didn’t you lead with the fact that you were getting two weeks off?” You yelled at Tom, only partly upset, “Instead you keep me miserable telling me: ‘I really miss you, love’ and making me sad!”

Tom rolled his eyes, “Your British accent still sucks.”

“My English accent has gotten damn good since I started dating you and you know it.”

The both of you talked for a few minutes more before Tom insisted that he had to leave, as his flight was leaving in just a few hours and he wanted to get some sleep before hand.

“I’ll see you in a few hours, love,” he said in-lieu of a goodbye.

“I’ll see you in a few hours, Tommy.”

three and four: pizza and late night drives

Tom had been home for three days now and you couldn’t be happier. As soon as he walked through the front door and into your arms, your shitty week disappeared and your even shittier mood was lifted.

“I missed you so much,” Tom said against your neck, his arms wrapping tighter around you as a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

You gave him a quick kiss on his neck and took his hand, “Let’s go to bed. You look exhausted and I know I do too.”

Tom chuckled softly and allowed you to drag him away from the front door to the bedroom you share, flopping down next to you and climbing under the covers.

Once the two of you were settled, his arms wrapped around you and your head moved into the crook of his neck, he placed a kiss to your hair, “I missed you a lot. This time seemed a lot harder than the last.”

You kissed his neck softly, “I feel the same way. I don’t know what it is but I missed you something extra this time.”

Tom chuckled, “I mean, why would you miss me, right?”

It had been another lazy day; neither of you ever found the motivation to get out of the house. It was nearing seven in the evening when you turned to Tom, “What do you want to do about dinner, love?”

Tom glanced at the clock and then at you, “Is pizza good?”

You thought for a second, you did cook dinner the last few nights so you wouldn’t feel too terrible about it, “Sure. The usual?”

Tom nodded and kissed your forehead as he went to the kitchen to grab his phone and place the order.

You scrolled through your social media while you waited for the food. You scrolled mindlessly, spamming Tom’s DM’s with random memes and dog videos, and even responding to a few comments left on your most recent post.

Tom came back a few moments later and sat down next to you. You waited a moment, waiting to see if he’d look at his phone.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N! I was gone for all of three minutes and you send me seventeen posts!”

Not even ten minutes later there was a knock on the door, letting the two of you know that your pizza had arrived.

The two of you sat and ate in relative silence, the only sounds being the Disney movie playing from the TV and small whines coming from Tessa, when you were body slammed with a thought.

It was sudden, definitely, but it was idea - it was more of a need, actually. You couldn’t explain the feeling - that weaseled its way into your head and you were determined to act on it. You needed to do something. You felt trapped in your own mind and the small apartment you were sitting in sure as hell wasn’t helping.

You stand quickly, and snatch the box of pizza off of the coffee table, “Hey! What are you doing with that?” Tom yells.

You give him a wicked smile, “Let’s go for a drive, Tommy.”

“At,” Tom glances at his watch, “Almost eight at night?”

You roll your eyes, “It’s not even late, you old man!”

Tom sighed and glanced at the door, contemplating. He was really just messing with you. You could suggest going on a road trip to Vegas to get married and he would comply in a heartbeat.

“C’mon. Please?” You plead, more than ready to get on your knees and beg him.

“I’m just yanking your chain, love,” he says with a smile as he takes your hand.

You scoffed lightly and hit his chest, “Just for that, you’re driving.”

Tom rolled his eyes as the pair of you pulled on your shoes, “You act as if you actually wanted to drive.”

You shrugged your shoulders and picked the pizza back up again, “Maybe I did.”

“Such a jokester, you are,” he said, grabbing the keys off of the hook and leading you out to his car. “Where are we going, love?” He asked, turning the key in the ignition and pulling out of the driveway.

“You know, I never really did get that far. I just wanted to get out of the house.”

Tom laughs and sets his right hand on your thigh, his left holding the steering wheel, “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I know exactly where to go.”

“You’re not gonna tell me where we’re going, are you?” You asked skeptically.

Tom bit his lip and spared a quick glance over to you, “You know me so well, love.”

You huffed a sigh and reached for his phone, “Well, looks like I’m picking the music.”

You didn’t know where Tom was driving you, but you trusted him. So you just turned up the music, artists from Hozier to Little Mix to Khalid spilling from the speakers as you and Tom jammed out on the way to your mystery destination.

When the road turned from pavement to gravel and loose rocks, you turned the volume down and stopped singing to let Tom concentrate.

You waited with bated breath as he backed up close to the edge of a cliff overlooking the city, “How did you ever find this place?” You were amazed, to say the least.

Tom shrugged, “It was a possibility for a shot in the movie. We decided not to film here but it’s a truly beautiful place; I’ve been wanting to show you for a while.”

Tom took the key from the ignition and hopped out of the car. You scrambled to keep up, a smile splitting your face as you clambered out of the car with the pizza box clutched in your hands.

Your breath caught in your throat as you neared the back of the car. You could see for miles up here. The sun had been set for hours, but the horizon was still lit form the bright lights and the light pollution of the city. You could faintly hear the traffic from the streets and the small sounds of music from the many bars and nightclubs scattered about.

“Whoa,” you whispered. “It’s breathtaking.”

Tom, however, couldn’t take his eyes off of you; your eyes were as wide as saucers, your mouth hung slightly open in amazement, and the temperature change from the warm car to the slightly chilly air made your cheeks a rosy pink. Tom had never seen you look so beautiful, so he whipped his phone out and took a picture of you, easily playing it off as him taking a picture of the landscape when you finally tore your eyes away from the scene in front of you.

Tom had popped the trunk open and was sitting in it, his legs dangling over the edge. When you looked over at him he put his phone down and pat the space next to him, “Come join me, love.”

You obliged, quickly striding over to him and sitting, placing the pizza box in between your bodies and flipping the lid open.

You both sat and ate the cold pizza and drank some too warm soda you found in the backseat. You listened to the music flowing out of Tom’s phone and appreciated the scene in front of you (both the city and your boyfriend).

“What do you think about moving?” Tom asked you suddenly, tearing his eyes away from the city in front of him, his sudden inquiry startling you and the energy surrounding the pair of you.

You looked over at him, eyebrows furrowed, “Are you not happy here?” You reached your hand out to cover his, immediately settling into your ‘listening mode’, as Tom liked to call it.

Tom shrugged, “I just get really homesick here. I miss being home and being in England, and I think it would be cool to get some jobs over there,” Tom paused for a moment and fiddled with your fingers, “But I also don’t want to tear you away from your family and your life here.”

You reached your free hand up to his face, noting the nervous look in his eyes, “Did you know I’ve always wanted to go to England?”

Tom’s eyes got wide, “Really?”

You nodded, “My parents live in Madrid, my siblings are scattered all around the world. Moving, to me at least, isn’t as big a deal as you think.”

“But what about your job?”

You shrugged, “I hate it. I’ve been looking for an out for a while now and you’ve given it to me. Plus, with my degree it won’t be hard to find a new job. And!” You added, “If we moved I could have more company. I’d force your family to hang out with me so I wouldn’t get so lonely.”  

Tom felt a pang in his heart as he thought about how he left you so frequently, “But are your parents gonna hate me? Will they think I’m making you drop everything just to follow me around the world?” Tom’s face dropped, “Are you gonna think that?”

“It sounds like you’re trying to talk yourself out of this, love.”

Tom shook his head, “I just don’t want you to feel forced into anything.”

You pecked his lips, “I want to. I want to move with you. Let’s move to England, Tommy.”

A smile spread across Tom’s face as he leaned across the open pizza box and wrapped his arms around you with a surprised but happy laugh. The sound made your heart flutter, “So we’re gonna move, yeah?” He said as his hands cupped your face.

You took hold of his wrists tightly, “Yeah. We’re gonna do this, Tommy.”

In a moment, Tom pressed his lips to yours, “I love you.”

You laughed against his lips before returning his sentiment, “We’ll start looking for places after you wrap this movie, okay?”

Tom nodded before kissing you once more, nearly overflowing with the love he felt for you.

five: exploring magical forests

“I don’t like sitting on this side,” you grumbled at Tom and crossed your arms.

Tom chuckled and squeezed your thigh, “You get used to it after a while.”

“I feel like we’re gonna drive right into traffic!”

Tom rolled his eyes and laughed fondly as he followed to GPS to the house the two of you were interested in buying.

You kept your arms crossed over your chest; you weren’t in the best of moods this morning. It was barely eight in the morning and Tom was already dragging you to view the sixth house this week, each more disappointing than the last. You didn’t have very high hopes for this house and the stress and anxiety resulting from it made you want to curl up away from the world for a while.

“What if we don’t like this one?” You asked quietly, finally sparing a glance over to your boyfriend.

“Then we’ll keep looking,” he said resolutely.

“But, Tommy, it’s been nearly a week and we still haven’t found anything. Your parents aren’t gonna like us living with them forever.”

Tom grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it, “I have a good feeling about this one, baby,” he said, “Just have some hope, okay?”

You huffed again, but held onto Tom’s hand. Truthfully, you had a good feeling about this house, too, but you didn’t want to be disappointed yet again once you heard the price or learned more about the neighborhood or walked in the front door and realized the house didn’t match the pictures online.

You kept ahold of Tom’s hand the rest of the way to the house, trying to keep a positive mindset about it, and failing miserably. You couldn’t help but let the negative possibilities flood your brain.

Turning into the driveway, you were surprised. The house was big, but not too big. There were many windows and a small porch leading up to the front door. If you knew even a little bit about houses, you’d say it looked more modern and contemporary than anything you’d looked at so far.

“C’mon, love,” Tom encouraged quietly as he unbuckled and climbed out of the car. He waited on his side for you to catch up to him and take his hand before leading you to the front door where your realtor stood.

“Hey!” Karen greeted cheerfully.

Tom responded, but all you could muster was a small smile.

“So,”  Karen turned towards the door and led the two of you in, “The house is four bedrooms, four baths, there’s a huge yard and high ceilings, and it’s well in your budget.”

Most of the things Karen was saying went in one ear and out the other, as you were too worried about there being some catch. Eventually, you broke away from Tom and Karen, leaving them chat while you walked up the staircase, letting your fingers trail behind you on the banister.

The sound of your heels on the hardwood echoed throughout the house, the high ceilings helping to carry the sound.

You walked carefully, almost as if there was someone asleep in the rooms as you walked through.

The first one you entered was small, but the back wall had a huge window that overlooked the even bigger yard. You smiled slightly as you thought of how happy Tessa would be to run around in this backyard.

You walked across the hall and into the room parallel. It was slightly bigger and overlooked the driveway, but it was an otherwise copy of the first bedroom. You passed a decently sized bathroom on your way to the third bedroom, which was around the same size of the previous bedroom.

The final bedroom was the master bedroom. That much you could tell just by looking at the mere size of it. You didn’t even know how you could possibly fill the space. There was a small alcove and a walk-in closet, one entire wall was just windows, and like the first room, overlooked the backyard. On the parallel wall there was a door, which led to a giant bathroom with a bathtub, shower, and double sinks.

You walked back out to the room, surprised to see Tom leaning against the doorframe; you hadn’t even heard him walk in.

“What do you think, love?” He asked quietly.

You bit your lip to try and contain the smile that wanted to split your face in two, “It’s perfect,” you whispered.

Tom didn’t even try to contain his smile as he surged forward and wrapped his arms around you, spinning you around. You let out a giggle and wrapped your arms around him tightly.

When he put you back on your feet he kept his arms around you, “So this is it, yeah? You like this one?”

You nodded quickly and met Tom halfway for a passionate kiss, “I’m sorry I’ve been so picky about all of these houses,” you said.

Tom shook his head, “I’ve hated them as much as you did.”

You brought him back to your lips, kissing him again. “So what do we do now?”

“I think we have to go back downstairs and talk to Karen.”

You grabbed Tom’s hand and led the way downstairs, more than ready to buy your first house together.

It took a while for things be finalized, a solid month before you could even start packing. First, you had to make an offer, and get approved. Then, you had to fly back to the States, pack up all your things and have them shipped all the way across the ocean (shipping cost nearly as much as your monthly rent).

You and Tom ended up having to sleep on the floor of your apartment for a night as you waited for your flight to England in a completely barren apartment.

Once you arrived (with a very antsy Tessa, who hadn’t run around properly in quite a few days), the first thing you did was let Tessa explore the backyard as you went to the kitchen to start unpacking, and Tom went to the bedroom.

Luckily, Tom’s brothers and Harrison were more than willing to move all of your furniture into your house as it arrived while you and Tom were stuck in the States.

It was a long day spent unpacking, but Tom helped you make it fun by blasting music through his bluetooth speakers and challenging you to sing offs and dance battles.

Finally, after an exhausting day, you had both showered and were snuggled under the blankets on your completely assembled and made bed, thanks to Tom.

You laid parallel to each other, nose to nose, Tessa laid at your feet snoring lightly. The moment was silent. Usually, you’d be able to hear yelling and car horns from your window in the States, but not here. Here, your house was surrounded by trees. Your closest neighbor wasn’t far, but they weren’t sharing a wall with you, either.

“We made it,” you said softly, your tired eyes meeting Tom’s.

“Yeah. We made it, love.”

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Girlfriend Ruins Food They Made and Feels Bad

Hyunwoo (Shownu) 

You were trying to surprise your boyfriend by making him a home cooked meal after his long month of being on tour. As you left the meat on the stove to marinate, you went to set up the dinner table with some candles and romantic music playing. Figuring the meat should have more time to cook, you went to go freshen up and put of the new black dress you bought for his arrival home. You wanted something sexy but not too sexy. As you were finishing touching up your makeup, you hear the clicking of keys in the door. You rush out of your bedroom and open the door to greet him with big hug, “Welcome home my love!” He chuckled dropping his bags so he could rap his arms around you, “Jagiya, I missed you.” He paused and sniffed the air, “Is something… burning?” Your eyes go wide remembering dinner. You both rush to the kitchen where smoke is just starting to fill the kitchen. You start fanning the alarms while Hyunwoo turns off the stove and puts the pan in the sink and turns on the cold water. As the panic dies down, you hug your boyfriend around the waist, “I’m sorry about dinner.” He chuckles and kisses the top of your head, “That’s okay, let's order in and watch some movies, yeah?”

Hoseok (Wonho)

You know your boyfriend Hoseok had a very long week with dance rehearsals, interviews and  getting ready for the upcoming tour. So, being the best girlfriend ever, you decided to cook his favorite meal and watch both of your favorite tv show. You decided to cook up a teriyaki chicken stir fry to surprise him when he came home. As it began to simmer, you went to change into some comfy clothes so you both could have a nice evening together. It wouldn’t be another hour until Hoseok was home, so you turned on the tv and watched a few episodes of a K-Drama you’ve been working on. You were so invested in your show that you didn’t hear the front door open. “Y/N? I’m home, what’s that smell?” Hoseok called out. “Oh shit!” You yelled out running to the kitchen, you completely forgot about dinner and there was smoke coming out of the lid of the pan. You quickly rushed over to the stove to turn it off. Hoseok stood in the door frame of the kitchen and just shook his head, giggling at you, “Was that dinner?” You looked at him sadly, “Yeah, I knew you’ve been working hard and I wanted to surprise you but…” He smiled and walked up to you to wrap his arms around you, “That’s okay jagiya, let's start over and do it together.”

Minhyuk

You and your boyfriend Minhyuk loved going out to eat together. Trying new restaurants was something you both loved to do for dates, but for this date you wanted to do something different. You both decided it would be fun to make homemade pizzas together. You both talked about your weeks while continuing to put all the toppings on your pizza. Once you were both satisfied with your beautiful pizza, you placed it in the oven and set the timer. You both decided to begin the movie you picked for date night and cuddled up on the couch. You don’t really remember dozing off but you both woke up the fire alarm going off. You and MInhyuk rushed to the kitchen, you went to turn off the alarm while Minhyuk grabbed the fire extinguisher under the sink to spray the oven. Once everything calm downed, you and Minhyuk looked at each other and just burst out laughing. “I’m sorry babe,” you said hugging him, “I shouldn’t have fallen asleep.”He looks at you lovingly and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “It’s not your fault. Maybe we should just order pizza instead.”

Kihyun 

Since your boyfriend Kihyun loved to cook, he was always making dinner for the two of you. Some days it was something casual like a nice bowl of ramen. Oth days it was something extravagant, almost like he was serving you a 4 course meal. But tonight you decide to cook for him. Nothing too fancy just simple sweet and sour chicken. You know Kihyun would be out all day with the boys at dance practice, so you had plenty of time to get the ingredients from the store and begin preparing dinner. You tied Kihyun’s ‘kiss the cook’ apron around your waist and turned on your favorite music as you begin preparing your meal. Once the chicken was simmering, you decide to go freshen up for Kihyun’s arrival home. While you were getting ready, you didn’t hear Kihyun come in through the front door, bouquet of flowers in hand, “Y/N?” You walked out towards where he was standing by the front door, a big smile on your face, “Welcome home. I have a surprise for you.” He walked over to you, setting the flowers down on the table, to wrap his arms around you, “Oh yeah? What is it?” He began giving you small kisses on your cheek, traveling down to your neck. Getting distracted, you completely forgot what you were gonna say, until he stopped kissing and started sniffing the air, “Jagiya, what’s that smell? Were you cooking?” You froze, you totally forgot about dinner! Rushing to the kitchen, you saw smoke coming off your chicken and your rice about to boil over. You turned off the stove and put the chicken in the sink in case it caught fire, “I’m so sorry love, I wanted to surprise you since you always cook for me.” He just chuckled and gave you a soft kiss on the lips, “That’s okay, I wouldn’t mind going straight to dessert.”

Hyungwon

You and your boyfriend Hyungwon were an odd couple when it came to cooking. Neither of you liked to do it so it was very rare when one of you cooked. Sometimes one of you would do it for anniversaries or if one of you wanted something special from the other. But today was just an average day, you were watching the food network and the chefs were making fried shrimp, which was Hyungwon’s favorite food. As you watched them prepare it, you realized how easy to was and decided to surprise your boyfriend. You quickly went to the store to get all your ingredients and hurried home so you could finish dinner before he arrived. You got to work, rewinding the cooking show so you could follow along. Once you placed them in the fryer you set a timer and waited. While you were waiting, you got a call from your best friend who you haven’t talked to in awhile. You talked on the phone for awhile, not realizing how long it had been since you put the shrimp in the fryer. You heard the keys jiggle in the door and got off the phone with your friend, rushing to the kitchen to pull the shrimp out of the fryer, only to see them shriveled up and burnt. “Oh no,” you whispered. “Y/N, I’m home. What smells so g-” He stopped mid sentence as he walked into the kitchen to see you and your super fried shrimp, “Oh no, what happened?” He tried to hide his laugh when he saw how sad you were about the shrimp. “I tried to surprise you but I forgot about them,” You said sadly putting your head on his chest. “Ah, I wasn’t in the mood for shrimp anyway,” He said kissing the top of your head. “Let’s go out tonight, you can wear that new dress you bought, and I can wear the shirt you like so much on me.”

Jooheon

Your boyfriend Jooheon had a long week with practicing new choreography and basically living at the recording studio, but today was his day off and you planned to spend the whole day together. It was still early and you wanted your boyfriend to get the sleep he needed, so quietly sneaking out of bed, you headed to the kitchen to surprise him with breakfast in bed. You decided to keep it simple with eggs, hashbrowns and pancakes. He loved pancakes but you’ve never made them before so hopefully YouTube can teach you. You started the coffee first and then got to work on the hashbrowns and eggs first, since you’ve made those before. Then you began watching a Youtube video on how to make the perfect pancakes. You were very focused on the video and measuring the ingredients for the batter that you didn’t notice a tired Jooheon come into the kitchen, “Good morning.” You almost spilled the batter on the floor when you jumped from his voice, “Babe, what are you doing up? Go back to bed.” He just shrugged, “It smelled good and you weren’t there for cuddles so I got up.” You rolled your eyes and put your hands on your hips, “I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” “Aww jagiya,”He said placing his hand to his heart, “you didn’t have to do that.” He walked up to you and enveloped you in a giant hug. You hugged him back, completely forgetting about the pancake you had in the skillet. “Um Y/N?” He said pulling back slightly, “Your pancake is burning.” “Woops,” You said turning back to the stove to flip the pancake to its other side. One side was black while the other a nice golden brown, “This one is yours Joohoonie.”

Changkyun (I.M)

Your boyfriend Changkyun was visiting you on break from tour when he came down with a cold, and since you’re the best girlfriend ever you wanted to do everything you could to make him feel better. While he was resting on the couch, you decided to call your mom and ask her the best remedies to fight a cold and she suggested spicy ramen noodles. She sent you the recipe and luckily you had all the ingredients for the ramen and got to work while your boyfriend slept. You begin preparing the ramen, add the correct amounts of everything into the recipe. You realized the recipe only called for 2 teaspoons of chili bean paste, “Well that doesn’t sound right.” So instead you add 2 tablespoons of chili bean paste to give it an extra kick. Once the ramen is finished, you decide to also make some oolong tea with honey because tea is the best medicine. Putting the tea and ramen on a tray, you brought it over to your sleeping boyfriend on the couch. “Changkyun,” you whispered gently nudging him, “wake up, I made you some ramen and tea.” He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at you, “Thank you jagiya.” He sat up and reached for the chopsticks next to the large bowel and grabbed a thing of noodles and veggies. He blew on it before putting a large helping in his mouth. He began to chew smiling at you, but then his smile dropped. He quickly swallowed and began fanning his mouth, “Too spicy!” You smiled and nodded, “It’ll help you get better faster, clear up those sinuses.” He got up quickly and rushed to the kitchen for water, “I’m gonna die before I get better.”

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Salty and Sweet ch.6

A/N: THIS IS THE REAL CHAPTER 6 my stupid self is stupid and re posted a different chapter! xo B

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The following Monday, Jane woke up and dreaded having to go back to the school and face Sweet Pea. She’d spent the whole Sunday writing the paper for English, and Sweet Pea hadn’t texted. Maybe he lied to her. Maybe he just wanted her for arm candy at the party to make Savannah jealous.

With a sigh, Jane dragged herself out of bed and forced herself to shower and blow-dry her hair. She picked out some plain black leggings and topped it off with a striped black and white t-shirt. Mornings were still chilly in Riverdale, so she grabbed her trusty cardigan. She didn’t feel like doing much to her hair today so she let if fall in her natural curls. Jane crept down the stairs so as not to wake her mother and made herself some tea in a travel mug while she ate a banana.

Why did she go to that stupid party? Why did she have a crush on a boy after the last one ended so terribly?

Pushing her negative thoughts away, she focused on driving herself to school without a daydream distracted accident. Upon her arrival, she made sure not to park near the motorcycles and trudged her way into the school with her bag slung over her shoulder and her travel mug. Sipping on her tea, she lurked the halls in search of Freda but also careful not to be spotted by Sweet Pea. Jane soon found Freda at her usual table in the library and managed to spill everything that happened before the bell rang, which left her best friend in complete shock.

“Damn, my best friend in with a biker gang.” Freda joked, winking at Jane.

Jane rolled her eyes and the bell rang. “We will discuss this later, Freda.” she made an indication with her hand to zip her lips. The pair bade farewell and took off to their respective classes. Jane’s first class was english. Shit.

She took her usual seat and didn’t look up from her phone until Ms. Brushett called their attention to her. Out of the corner of her eye she could make out the tall raven haired boy. Jane kept her gaze on the teacher until they were told to hand their papers in to her. With one last look over, she made sure both names were signed before she stood up to hand it in, placing it in her teachers hand before turning and walking back to her desk, failing the simple task of not making eye contact with Sweet Pea. He looked tired but also confused. He shot her a half smile and she returned it with a small one, and took her seat once again. Jane wrapped her hands around her travel mug and her gaze on Ms Brushett until the buzzer rang.

Jane took off out of the class and managed to dodge Sweet Pea until the end of the day. Right before final bell, she received a text.

‘Meet me on the bleachers after school. -SP’

Why wasn’t this getting any easier?

The final bell rang and Jane slowly made her way to the bleachers, dreading this meeting and her heart in her throat. Sweet Pea was already there, and he patted the seat beside him.

“Look, you’ve been avoiding me all day. I thought we hit it off the other night. What did I do wrong?” Sweet Pea said plainly and to the point.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. We did- uh we did hit it off. I had fun at the party.” replies Jane, her eyes on her chipped fingernail polish.

“Hey, there’s something you’re not telling me. Was it Savannah? The kiss?”

With a sigh, Jane met his gaze. He had deep, dark eyes that knew more than she could fathom, sure she knew school but Sweet Pea seemed to know the outside world. She could tell by different scars on his hands and face, and especially the tattoo of the Serpent sticking out from under his jacket collar.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to let another boy into my life yet. The last one was enough for me to swear to stay alone forever.” she admitted.

Sweet Pea placed a hand on her knee and she flinched, causing him to pull away quickly. “Were you hurt before?” he asked, a different tone in his voice that Jane had never heard before.

She couldn’t bring herself to answer, he already knew the truth.

“Who did it?” he asked.

“He graduated last year. You wouldn’t know him.” she shivered, and caught a worried look from Sweet Pea.

“You don’t have to talk about it anymore. Jane, I really, really like you. I won’t smother you and force you to date me. I won’t hurt you.” Sweet Pea took her hand in both of his. “We can start with being friends. How about that?”

“Friends. Yeah.” Jane nodded, allowing Sweet Pea’s fingers to graze over her own, warm and comforting.

“Okay, Jane. I have another question for you.” he said, a smile dancing on his lips. The lips Jane wanted on hers so badly, but couldn’t allow it.

“Shoot.”

“Are you afraid of hanging around Southside Serpents?”

This made Jane laugh. “I’m not afraid of a group of ultrafine ladies and gentleman who ride bikes and wear leather jackets.”

“Oh Princess, we do so much more than that. In fact, you’ll have to come to the Quarry with Toni, Fangs and I. You in?” Sweet Pea asked, raising a brow.

“Yes. Yeah. When? I have my car..” Jane rambled, and nervously began twisting her hair between her fingers.

“I’ll follow you home. Let’s go.”

Jane and Sweet Pea met again in her driveway, and she tossed her book bag and travel mug in the front door before heading back outside to jump on the bike behind Sweet Pea. Her new friend. He fastened her helmet on before taking off down the road. Jane had her hands shoved in his leather jacket pockets as she watched the trees and houses speed by, eventually crossing the tracks and after a few minutes, taking a dirt road to the Quarry. She’d heard of it before but she’d also heard it was solely for Southside use.

It was off a river bank overlooking a giant pool of water, and already seemed to be occupied by what appeared to be Fangs and Toni. Jane hoped they were as nice sober as they were drunk.

“New friend Jane!” called Fangs, as Sweet Pea parked the bike. Jane hopped off without assistance from Sweet Pea this time, earning an impressive grin from him.

“New friend Fangs!” Jane replied, and she was engulfed into another bear hug. Yup. Still as nice.

“Get off her, man. You’re messing up her hair.” Sweet Pea joked, most likely trying to make sure Jane’s personal space bubble wasn’t invaded.

Fangs let go of Jane and instead wrapped his arms around Sweet Pea, which soon caused a wrestling match to break out between the boys. Jane laughed and made her way over to where Toni sat on a log next to a makeshift bonfire.

“How do you put up with those two?” Jane asked, shaking her head as she sat down on the log across from Toni.

Toni gave a laugh and shrugged. “I’m so used to it, they’re always like this unfortunately.” Jane nodded and watched on as Sweet Pea pushed himself off of Fangs, racing to grab a seat on the log next to Jane, while Fangs took the seat opposite next to Toni.

“Did you enjoy your time, boys?” Toni asked the pair, who seemed to be vastly out of breath.

“Just putting on a show for our new friend, Sugar.” Fangs joked, and stuck his hands out towards the fire. “Did FP ask either of you to go for the job tonight?” he asked, which sounded like Serpent talk and led Jane to raising a brow.

Toni shook her head, but Sweet Pea gave them a nod. “Yeah, going to knock some heads.” Then he turned to Jane. “If I come back all beaten and bruised, will you patch me up, Princess?”

Jane laughed nervously, and pulled her cardigan closer around her. “Sure thing.” she said, earning an eyebrow wiggle from Fangs. Toni just buried her head in her hands.

“You boys. I don’t know what I’ll do with you.” the pink haired girl laughed. “Go get some more wood for the fire.” she ordered, and the boys did so, Sweet Pea pausing to pat Jane on the head.

Toni pushed off her seat and came to sit beside Jane. “So, tell me. How did you two meet?” she asked, quite interested in the details behind hers and Sweet Pea’s friendship.

“He was pushed into me on your guys’ first day at Riverdale High.” she answered, glad to have someone to talk to.

“You’re the little girl!” Toni exclaimed, grinning. “Sweet Pea talked about colliding with a cutie, wrapping his arms around her and saving her from falling onto the floor.”

“Yeah, right. Except my locker caught me, not him.” Jane laughed, rolling her eyes at the boy’s proud lie.

“I should have known better. Well, I’m glad you’re here now. I shouldn’t be telling you this, but Sweet Pea has been falling into the dark recently, and he needed a light. Hopefully you’re the light that will help him.” Toni admitted, looking over towards the two who were challenging each other to carry the bigger amount of branches. There’s obviously more to this boy than Jane had thought. She was interested to go deeper with him, to be his light. Hopefully he would let her.

After chatting around the fire for quite some time, the sky grew dim and the air cold. Soon enough, Fangs’ phone buzzed with a text from FP.

“It’s time, let’s go Sweetie Pie.” Fangs stood up and clapped his hands together, and Toni pushed herself to her feet, Jane and Sweet Pea following suit.

“Do you know what kind of job he has for you guys?” Toni asked, and Jane looked to Sweet Pea.

“Not sure. Probably something with the Ghoulies. I’m going to take Jane home and then I’ll be at the Wyrm.” The four said their goodbyes and Jane climbed on the bike behind Sweet Pea.

“What’s a job?” she called over the sound of the wind.

“It’s something new every time. It’s how we make our money. Sort of like Grand Theft Auto but not as bad.” Sweet Pea told her, his voice loud so she could hear. “Don’t be worried. I’ll text you when I’m done.”

A sense of easiness fell over the pair as they cruised along, Jane’s hands firmly gripping Sweet Pea’s leather jacket. She had to resist the urge to rest her head on his back.

They soon pulled back into Jane’s driveway, and she slid off the bike and handed her helmet back to Sweet Pea.

“Thanks for today. It was fun.” Jane said, shoving her hands in the pockets on her cardigan.

“Thanks for clearing things up between us too.” Sweet Pea replied, offering a smile.

“Anytime, well you be safe. I’m looking forward to your ‘all finished’ text.”

“Hopefully it comes sooner rather than later. These things get intense.” Sweet Pea looked down at his hands, and that made Jane nervous. “I’ll see you at school?”

“Of course. See ya.” It seemed as though a split second past and Sweet Pea almost moved to kiss her, but quickly stuck his hand out for a handshake. Jane laughed awkwardly and shook his hand. His nice, big, warm hand.

“See you later, Princess.” Sweet Pea said with a wink followed by a waved as Jane walked up her stone steps, and watched as the leather jacket clad boy sped down her street and off into the distance. Hopefully this would get easier.

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eau de résistance - yoonkook

Yoongi has an existential crisis after he devirginized an adorable freshman who also happens to be his fan. Safe to say, it’s a little hard to avoid falling for someone as cute as Jeongguk. 

(alternative title: baby, f a love song, i need you to say it)

▸ Elements: Romance, Angst, Smut  |  College AU, Interns AU

▸ Word Count: 13,017 words

▸ A/N: After some major fuck ups on my end, I decided to just post this fic up here instead of ao3! Based on a thread I made a while back for yoonkook week :D title from stay frosty royal milk tea by fob just cause I can never title

Out of all the horrible mornings that Yoongi has been through (and that was a lot), this was perhaps the worst one of all. There was something about the crushing realization of a mistake that had his heart clawing against his chest, the undeniable permanence of a consequence that one had to accept in the wake of such a grand error, that made him want to fling himself out a window and backflip off a cliff into a pit of molten lava.

“Joon, I think I might have devirginized someone.”

“What the fuck?” Namjoon sputtered, milk dribbling down his chin and his lips quivering like an earthquake. Yoongi would’ve laughed and commemorated the sight with his phone if he weren’t so busy having an existential crisis that crumbled all he’s ever known about himself.

“I might have devi—”

Namjoon shook his head, “I heard you the first time around, I’m just not sure why you’re telling me this detail to your sexual life. Or why this ‘devirginizing’ is of any importance to my breakfast, which looks kinda gross now thanks to you.”

“You are aware of my rule.”

A snort slipped past the younger’s lips as he rolled his eyes and focused on spooning more cereal into his mouth. “Right, right, no virgins because apparently everyone will fall in love with your magic dick that can woo those who encounter it.” Sometimes he couldn’t believe Namjoon was an honor student with a perfect GPA when he made duck faces with puckered lips.

“Listen,” Yoongi hissed, jerking his index finger in his roommate’s direction, “you know it’s bad. You know.”

“I know how bad it was, but dude,” Namjoon gave him a look, “not everyone’s gonna think you’re whipped for them just because you deflowered their innocence and took away a piece of their soul and goodness from the path of Jesus Christ.”

Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut and massaged his temple. “I don’t know why I bother talking to a preacher who lost his virginity to a sugar daddy at age eighteen. I forgot.”

“Shut the fuck up, do not judge me for my life decisions. I was doing it for investment in future endeavors, in other words, college.”

“You finished off that allowance in the first week by binging on vodka to celebrate your getting a sugar daddy!”

Namjoon glared at him because he clearly had made a solid argument. “That’s beside the point.” That was exactly the point. “Anyway, tell me more about this person. Do I know them? Are they hot? I don’t mind taking seconds if they’re solid in the sheets.”

“First of all, you’re fuckin’ gross,” Yoongi offered him a look of unadulterated disgust, which was how he perceived Namjoon most of the time anyway. “Second, he’s a freshman.”

“Oh so like you.”

“Undergraduate freshman.”

Namjoon let out a whistle and wiggled his eyebrows, sticking his tongue out lewdly, “You like those ones, don’t you, hyungie? Fresh face, wide-eyed, perky asses ready to shake.”

“Biggest eyes I’ve ever seen,” Yoongi muttered, his mind instantly whirring back to the night before. Which was an incredibly stupid idea because he was well on his way to a raging boner with the memory alone.  

“So?” the younger shrugged, “you don’t see undergrads a lot. You’ll probably never see this kid again. Also, I thought you said you weren’t gonna fuck with undergrads this time around. Wild kids those ones. We’re getting too old for this.”

Despite the urge to argue that Namjoon was still, in fact, an undergrad, Yoongi took a deep breath and sighed, pursing his lips and glancing out the window. It’s well into the afternoon yet the sun looked absent, however he could still feel a warm tingling on his skin. It was unnerving. “He was different,” Yoongi murmured, knowing that Namjoon was already giving him a look.

“What? His dick sparkles or something?”

“Piss off,” Yoongi flicked crumbs in his direction, ignoring Namjoon’s calling him immature. “He was… cool. Like, really passionate about music and dance. It was cute seeing him ramble on about how excited he was about all this.”

“That’s nice, that all?”

“He’s also a huge fan,” Yoongi said quickly, hiding his face behind his coffee. So, maybe he had been a teensy bit assuaged by the fact that the kid knew his SoundCloud songs like a father does the Bible. Who didn’t like praises? Especially if it came from a very, very good-looking guy who just happened to be a fan, you know. It was all in the coincidence.

Namjoon snorted, “Pleasing your groupies I see.”

“Anyway,” he pressed, “thought it was okay, was cool. I was a little drunk ‘cause we met at some party then one thing led to another and we fucked.”

“Okay, that’s good. That’s like progress.”

“No, not good. The kid was good—” Yoongi moaned absentmindedly. God, the thought of the guy’s thighs flexing and tensing every time he sank down on Yoongi, the kid taking the lead and fucking himself down and the filthiest words spilling from his lips while Yoongi could only whimper helplessly and follow along to whatever the boy had in store for him for the night (and it was a lot). It was good. It was fucking incredible that Yoongi figured—hey, this kid knew what he was doing, he was probably not a virgin.

Guess again.

Namjoon crinkled his nose at him. “Jesus, pull your head out of your ass. I can practically see the image in my head with your boner popping. I get it, he’s really good. So what’s the problem now?”

“He said thank you, Joon. Thank you. He cuddled me afterwards and thanked me.”

“Okay,” Namjoon stared at him quizzically.

“Nobody fuckin’ says thank you after a hookup.”

“You know, unlike you, there are people who have common courtesy even in their procreative endeavors.”

Yoongi glared at him, “Bitch, we gays can’t procreate, this is why you’re not in biology.”

“So he thanked you, what’s the big deal? He’s just nice is all.”

“Seemed too sentimental for me,” Yoongi huffed and threw a scathing look Namjoon’s way before the other could open his mouth to say something he would regret.

Namjoon chuckled, “Well, lucky for you, we have separate programs from undergrads. So, what are the chances that you’re going to see him again?”

Yoongi wanted to die.

If he thought that running into Jeongguk in the streets was the worst thing he could happen, he thought wrong. Dead wrong.

After a crummy morning with the exploding espresso machine courtesy of Namjoon and face-planting down the stairs in his hurry to leave his flat, the last thing he needed was another run of bad luck. However, obviously, the universe had it out for him. Because there he was in the studio he worked in, the studio he dedicated his time and heart into, standing face to face with none other than the kid who had given him the best dicking of the century, ten out of ten would do again. Worse—the kid also had a huge name tag hanging around his neck that clearly said INTERN in big, black, bold letters.

Yoongi didn’t fuck with virgins, and he especially didn’t fuck with coworkers.

Now he’s gone right ahead and done both.

“Are you following me?”

The kid looked alarmed for a second, eyes growing wider than he thought possible, pretty pink lips parting. Yoongi felt his cock twitch in his slacks, remembering how those exact same lips had been wrapped around his nipples. Shit.

“H-hyung,” Jeongguk cleared his throat, straightening awkwardly and even blushing. Fuck, he was cute. Too cute for his own good. “I—uh, no. You said that I could come check out the studio when we—” he paused, gaze flicking up from beneath his thick lashes to look at Yoongi “—we, you know. So I did and I applied to their internship program and I got in.”

Note to self: do not fucking drink. Ever. Again.

“Right, that’s cool,” Yoongi cleared his throat, hoping that the loud, nervous rumbling in his heart wasn’t obvious. “Intern, right. That’s cool.”

At his words, Jeongguk’s lips quirked up on the corners. It seemed that Yoongi’s nerves had cancelled out his. “You said that already.”

“Right, cool.”

Jeongguk giggled a little and Yoongi wanted to smack himself with a book. Preferably a very, very thick and hard one. “So guess I’ll be seeing you around, hyung. Supervisor wants me to reorganize the filing cabinets.”

“Ah, yes, intern work. I remember those days.”

“You make it sound as if you’re three times my age. Calm down, Grandpa,” Jeongguk smirked, “you know, if you’re free, I wouldn’t mind an extra hand to help.”

Yoongi’s mind might have traveled elsewhere with the suggestion, but he just huffed out a laugh, “Yeah, right. I’m way past those days, kid. Have fun, don’t get too many paper cuts.” With a cackle, he left a groaning Jeongguk to start chipping away at the mountains of folders in the record closet.

Tolerance was built as is the case with alcohol, patience towards idiots, and a numbness towards things that made his adrenaline levels spike. It was supposed to build. It was supposed to fester and grow and stop his heart from flipping all over the place whenever he caught sight of Jeongguk. The first few days, the intern looked like a deer in headlights whenever someone called his name. Yoongi hid his smile each time because the younger was cute. Jeongguk was hardworking and sweet, and so easily likable that everyone in the office quickly fell for his toothy grin and silly laugh. He was eager to please, always running here and there for errands. Sometimes, he would even give a cute little salute and a small ‘aye, aye’ before he got started on whatever task he was assigned to. It pissed Yoongi off that some of his colleagues were taking advantage of him that Yoongi might or might not have spilled blistering coffee on a few of them.

But Jeongguk didn’t seem to mind, seemed to like moving around and having things to do. Yoongi figured that it would be fine that they had gotten involved before. Sure, they crossed paths, but it wasn’t as if they were going to fall into step (or bed) together again anytime soon.

Interaction was fine. Yoongi could talk to him and ask him to do things around the office without wanting to get down on his knees and suck the younger off (most of the time, at least).

However, the tolerance just wasn’t there. It wasn’t enough.

It was during quiet hours in the studio that Yoongi realized how weak he truly was for the younger. Whenever Yoongi stayed overtime at the recording booth, he would find Jeongguk popping by to check on him from time to time. Even when he insisted that it was basically his bedtime, much to Jeongguk’s distaste, the younger would hover around and watch Yoongi work with the brightest eyes. When the elder asked him why he wanted to spend so long in the studio, he had just shrugged, “It’s cool watching you work. You know a lot and I want to learn from you.”

As if his ego and heart hadn’t been inflated enough, this just put the cherry on top of the cake. Jeongguk would bring him steaming mugs of coffee, done just the way he liked it with a sprinkle of sugar and a splash of milk. In his sleep-deprived state, he really couldn’t complain about any dose of caffeine. The younger would hover quietly behind him, watching his fingers move deftly at work over the sound system.

“Guk, you really shouldn’t be out so late,” Yoongi grumbled, giving the taller boy a light shove as they jogged down the steps of the studio. It was a little over one and Yoongi was making his way home at long last. Jeongguk had stuck around again, yawning this time as puffs of warm breath mingled in with the cold air outside.

“‘M fine, just a little tired,” Jeongguk mumbled cutely, bringing his fist up to rub at his eyes.

Yoongi’s heart twinged at the sight. He yanked off his own scarf and wrapped it around the younger’s neck. Jeongguk was decked out in nothing more than a flimsy sweater that could barely barricade him from the miserable winter temperature. There was no way he was going to make it back home alive in that getup. “You should learn to dress properly too,” Yoongi grunted under his breath, tightening the knot around the boy’s neck. “You’re going to catch hypothermia at this rate.”

“Mm, nope,” he giggled sleepily, “I’m basically a human heater. Feel me.” He stuck out his bare hands in Yoongi’s direction.

The elder glanced at them hesitantly and Jeongguk nudged them forward again, doe eyes practically begging him to touch them. Yoongi sighed, relenting and mimicking the gesture. His fingers slowly ran over the back of the boy’s hand, the pads of his fingertips smoothing over the delicate veins before wrapping around the hand altogether. He was right. He was warm.

However, with how hard his heart was beating in his ears, Yoongi wasn’t quite sure if that warmth was emanating from the boy across from him or if it rooted in some sort of unfamiliarity brewing in his veins. Nevertheless, he quickly pulled away and shoved his hands deep, deep into his pockets. Jeongguk’s eyes remained wide and curious, peering at Yoongi as if he was attempting to pry into his thoughts.

“Let’s head back, kid,” Yoongi grumblesd under his breath, opting to show interest in his shoes rather than the intrigued expression painted on the younger boy’s face.

With small talk and a struggle against the bitter cold, Yoongi walked Jeongguk to the same station and parted ways when Jeongguk hopped on a different line. Safe to say, he spent the train ride home trying to rid himself of the image of a certain someone’s soft features and, especially, his deliciously warm hands.

In spite of Yoongi’s constant insistence for Jeongguk to leave earlier, the kid still refused to listen—instead choosing to stay late nights at the studio, bearing gifts of sustenance to keep Yoongi (read: the living dead) alive. Most of the time, he ignored the other’s presence and focused solely on his work before him. All his life, his time had been dedicated to music and all its accompaniments, but the universe had added another his way.

Jeongguk was curious and inquisitive, but never impolite with his questions. He did his best to keep out of Yoongi’s way but it was difficult for the other man to ignore his existence when he was so… big.

Just between the two of you (you, the reader, and Yoongi), Jeongguk’s size was definitely something that caught Yoongi’s eye the first time around—and the second and the third.

“Guk, gonna say this again, but you should not stay this late,” the elder sighed, yanking off his headphones and letting them wrap around his neck loosely. Jeongguk is yawning on the couch, homework before him seeming to be filled with sleepy, barely legible scribbles. “You’ve got classes tomorrow and I heard Professor Taesuk isn’t the friendliest with people who fall asleep in class.”

Jeongguk let out a small whine, “But I don’t wanna go home yet. I can’t focus on homework at home. I do better work here.”

“But you need rest,” Yoongi pressed again, “you should’ve gotten this done earlier and maybe cut back some hours at the studio. You’re not even getting paid.” Jeongguk, as a starting intern, was basically offering his services for free—sacrificing time and effort to build a network of connections that might come in handy someday.

“I like watching you work, makes me feel like I gotta be productive too,” he grinned unapologetically with droopy eyes.

Yoongi’s lips thinned into a stubborn line. “Go home for tonight. Come on. I’ll walk with you to the station as always.”

It’s become a habit for the two to trudge together through the cold for the commute back home. It wasn’t the best of circumstances but Yoongi appreciated those moments of silence as the snow and gravel crunched underneath their boots. Other times, Jeongguk would hum a familiar tune, his honeyed voice carrying in the wind. The sound intermingled with the rhythmic beats of Yoongi's heart, intertwining to create a melody that had his soul warming in the frost.

“Hey, hyung,” Jeongguk started just as his train arrived at the platform. Yoongi looked up. “Thanks—” pause “—for everything. You’re even cooler than I thought you’d be and I just… I like hanging out with you. You're everything I expected and… more.”

The announcement of the train’s next stop rang loud and clear across the station, but the only thing echoing in his ears was Jeongguk’s sweet words. Even as the train rushed towards them, the rails rattling with the sheer force of it, Yoongi thought they could never compare with the thrumming in his veins and the bells ringing in his ears. Jeongguk’s cheeks were pink from the cold and perhaps from the confession. “Um, no problem. You’re not so bad yourself,” Yoongi cleared his throat, feeling his own face flame just a tad.

Yoongi didn’t quite know how to remove the sudden, strange fluttering in his stomach, the little flips and churns of his gut, nor did he know whether the thundering in his ears would last or whether it would fade as quickly as the snow melted away into spring.

As the seasons changed, Yoongi found himself more and more entranced by the boy. Jeongguk was always caught within his line of sight. Whatever he was doing, whether it was cleaning up desks for his colleagues or stumbling over his feet to get coffee for the head honcho, Yoongi would always spot him. He pitied the younger for having to work the laborious, tedious tasks that nobody else wanted to do—after all, Yoongi had to go through the same thing when he himself had been a starter.

But Jeongguk never once complained or whined, never once felt an ounce of bitterness even when Yoongi supplied him with the opportunity to let his frustrations out. Instead, he would beam and say that this was a step closer to his goal of success.

“Wait, you want to make music but you’re going into business?” Yoongi questioned, puzzled. His hands froze over his setup as he turned to give the younger a confused look. Jeongguk had only shown passion towards the artistry Yoongi and the studio created, always raving on about a track or a production. Although he had been mostly involved in administrative tasks rather than content creation, Jeongguk had never spoken so highly of the financial side of the business nor has he expressed interest.

Jeongguk shrugged and grinned, “My parents don’t trust me in music, but I do still need their support to go to college since my grades don’t really qualify me for a merit scholarship. But it’s fine! I was thinking of going more into music business? I think that would be pretty dope, but I like singing and learning to produce too.” A pause ensued and the two sat in silence as Yoongi chewed on his words. Before he could respond, Jeongguk continued—this time with pink coloring his cheeks, “And that’s why I’m really grateful to you, hyung. You’re really cool and I’m learning so much from you.”

And Yoongi—in typical Yoongi fashion—opted for a response that allowed him to turn away and mask his embarrassment. Jeongguk had no problem exposing his admiration for the elder, but Yoongi struggled to control his heartbeat and preventing his death from utter elation.

A small giggle behind him indicated that the tactic hadn’t worked very well after all. And somehow, a part of him didn’t mind that in the least.

It had become a custom for him to slide on his headphones and slip into a zone of focus that barricaded him from the entirety of the outside realm. He existed for hours entirely for his music and the vibrations that pulsed through his ears. Every blemish in the song he cleared with his bare hands and instruments. By the time he was a teensy bit satisfied with his progress, the haze in his reality would clear. Pulling off his headphones, he turned to check on Jeongguk. “Hey, kid—”

And the sight that greeted him was both heart-stopping and endearing. His headphones clattered to the ground and he cursed at himself, quickly picking them up before whipping his gaze to the younger boy to see whether the noise had affected him. However, aside from a small whimper that had Yoongi’s heart squeezing, he was still sound asleep.

“Unbelievable,” the elder muttered, though he couldn’t keep the subtle smile off his face. Lifting himself off the chair, Yoongi did his best to pad quietly to where the boy lied. His face of slumber ever so serene—gone was the mischievousness and blinding smile, leaving a tired angel at rest in its wake.

Yoongi crouched down, ready to shake Jeongguk awake to send him home for the day. However, as he raised his hand, he found himself halting. His keen eyes observed the way his soft bangs fell against his face, how Jeongguk would scrunch up his nose unconsciously every time it tickled his skin. Smiling, the elder instead moved to brush his hair away from his face, gently stroking his temple. Jeongguk’s face melted into one of ease, a smile making its way upon his lips.

The moment seemed to have pulled the brakes on time—the entire world moving in slow motion, from the gentle rise and falls of Jeongguk’s chest, to the way Yoongi’s digits sifted through the younger’s silky strands, and how the boy’s eyelids fluttered open drowsily. Jeongguk blinked slowly, gradually gaining consciousness as reality dawned upon him once more.

Yoongi’s breath hitched in his throat, catching in surprise. On the other hand, the other man seemed to have done the same—his eyes widened, awestruck at the moment. For a while, the two made no moves—staying stiff and still to keep the tensely fragile air steady. It was as if one shift of muscle could’ve shattered the entire moment into shards. But it was proving difficult to breathe and Yoongi wasn’t sure if this was good for either of them, but he didn’t—couldn’t—bring himself to move.

He should’ve pulled away, should’ve coughed or done something to tear away from the intensity of the second. But he didn’t. He was a coward and he liked Jeongguk and he didn’t think that he would ever get a second chance at this opportunity—to stare and observe this beautiful human being too good and too untouched by this world.

However, the other had other things in mind as he scooted forward on the couch. Their faces were a few mere inches from each other. Yoongi could feel the warmth of their breaths mingling in the air. “Hyung,” Jeongguk whispered, slicing gently through the silence. He drifted closer and closer, his eyes falling shut once again. Yoongi prayed and hoped that he had just fallen asleep, but the quick skip in his breath indicated otherwise as his lips finally pressed against the elder’s.

And it was as if time had truly stopped—the entire world freezing on its axis, unmoving and the earth had stopped revolving around the sun and the moon pausing its rotation.

Yoongi was still positioned awkwardly, but he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t deny the familiarity of Jeongguk’s lips, how wonderful they felt, how soft they were, how long he had been waiting for this exact moment.

Jeongguk parted his lips cautiously, gauging the other man’s response to his action. There were alarms blaring in Yoongi’s mind, warning him that this was the point of no return—if he crossed this line, there was no going back. No going back to being coworkers sharing amused looks across the halls, no friendly, quiet nights in the studio.

For once, Yoongi didn’t listen to his head.

He kissed Jeongguk back with as much fervor as the younger gave. Their lips melted together as if they were meant to fit perfectly, like clay around its mold. Yoongi barely registered Jeongguk’s sharp intake of breath before he slowly crawled above the other boy, straddling his hips as he leaned down to join their lips again. His heart burned with flames that licked up his skin, his hands beginning their journey to explore the wide expanse of Jeongguk’s body. He swallowed every whine, every little, delicious whimper that slipped past the younger’s addicting lips.

Jeongguk responded to his every touch, every stroke of finger underneath his shirt and down the outline of his stomach. He canted his hips up to meet Yoongi’s, moaned as he relished in the sensations of Yoongi’s fingers digging into his scalp and tugging his head back. With his neck exposed, the elder dipped his face to taste his neck, sucking slowly at first before adding the graze of his teeth to the mixture. Jeongguk released soft pants, choked breaths as Yoongi lapped at the marked skin—the golden glistening with a bit of moisture and blooming with prints he had left behind.

It was satisfying to see Jeongguk come undone underneath his fingertips. It seemed that, whatever Yoongi did, the younger would respond so promptly, so violently that it fueled this sudden, carnal desire within him. He memorized every little noise, every twitch of the boy’s fingers.

Before long, shirts were strewn across the floor, abandoned without a second glance. Yoongi’s pale fingers traced pretty circles on the boy’s abdomen, dancing gently along the surface to elicit shivers from the younger who caught the digits and nipped at them teasingly. “Didn’t know you really liked my abs, hyung,” he giggled.

Yoongi rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless, “Cocky shit. You know you look good.”

“I do,” he beamed and then softened, “but it still feels good to hear it from you than anyone else.”

His words pricked at the elder’s supposedly colder heart, chipped away at the ice. Yoongi recognized the tone—that sound of adoration and admiration—and that was a dangerous tone for the game they are trying to play. And Yoongi made his next mistake by once again choosing to ignore the second glaring sign that this was wrong, that there was a better path.

“Hyung?” Jeongguk questioned, peering up at him with those pretty, bright eyes. Yoongi had written them—those pretty, bright eyes—into his lyrics, into one of his ballads that sounded much too soft to be included in his mixtape. It was the kind of song he would tuck away as a memory piece for a nostalgic day.

“Less talking, baby,” he grunted instead, touching their lips in the middle as his fingers fumbled with Jeongguk’s buckle.

Their pants soon joined other articles of clothing on the floor, leaving them bare in the coziness of the tiny studio. The only sounds bouncing off the soundproof walls were Jeongguk’s labored breaths and the shuffling of skin against the fabric of the couch. Yoongi kissed along his jaw—that pretty, sharp jaw—and down his neck, over the bruises, and down the column of his pretty throat. Everything about Jeongguk screamed perfection and that voice inside of Yoongi was in turn commanding him to take a piece of it, to have a taste of the crème de la crème.

And who was Yoongi to deny his inner voice? He bit and nibbled, loving the way the canvas of the younger’s body blossomed before him with his imprints. He made his way down, running his tongue along the lines of his toned body, dipping it into the dimples of his waist.

Yoongi licked his lips when he reached his final destination. Jeongguk’s length curved thick and proud against his stomach, a tantalizing sight from a tantalizing man. It would be a lie to say that his mouth didn’t water at the sight. Jeongguk exuded everything sex embodied in that very moment and Yoongi was a mere mortal falling into the temptations created by the hands of sin.

“Hyung, f-fuck, please,” he whimpered, fingers absentmindedly tangling in the elder’s silky locks to tug him closer. “Can you—would you—”

Never in his life had he seen Jeongguk so distraught. Even their first night together, the younger had been so composed, had left the other man instead a stuttering mess. But this time, the tables had turned and Yoongi was going to milk this as much as he could.

Grinning, he thumbed the slit of Jeongguk’s pulsing cock, “What do you want, Jeonggukie? Tell hyung what you want.”

“Hyung,” Jeongguk flushed again, pretty pink lips parting in a gasp as he jerked his hips up slightly to get any form of friction from the elder’s hand.

“You have to tell me, Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi muttered and gave his length a quick squeeze, just enough to have him squirming uncomfortably.

“M’want—I just want your mouth—” Jeongguk’s breath hitched in his throat as Yoongi gave a tentative lick, tongue barely grazing the head. A long expletive left the other’s mouth and the elder chuckled. “Come on, hyung, you can’t do this to me. It hurts. Fuck, it hurts so much. Want your mouth—nothing else, p-please. I want your mouth on me, hyung.”

With every breathless, hiccuped plea, Jeongguk proved to only urge Yoongi to tease him even more. His fingers danced along the length, his fingertips brushing along the riverlike veins, and his mouth puffed out warm air against the already sensitive skin. His pale digits toyed with his cock and wrapped and tightened around it, stroking ever so lightly. “Keep begging, kid, maybe you’ll get there.”

“You’re so mean—hnnng,” Jeongguk whined, “s-so mean, after I rode you so well last time.”

Yoongi laughed, “Rode me once and think you’re hot shit already? That how you should be treating your elders?”

The younger pouted, eyes clouded over with misty lust. “You’re not that much older, Grandpa.”

“Keep that up and I’ll think you have a grandpa kink or somethin’,” he jokingly jeered.

“I can feel my boner dying at this very second,” Jeongguk noted with a pointed glare at both Yoongi and his pained dick.

His lips curved into an amused grin. The kid could be a brat after all. He supposed Jeongguk had always gotten what he wanted, always was some sort of superman with how well he did everything he did. Now that Yoongi had the ball in his court, it was almost hilarious how conflicted Jeongguk looked when he had to sacrifice his pride to beg for more from the elder. “We can’t have that now, can we?” Yoongi grinned, finally dipping his head and showing some mercy towards the younger.

He mouthed along the cock and the heat of his lips seemed to be more than enough to drive the younger right out of his mind. His tongue dragged along the length and swirled around the head. Jeongguk was throbbing, his entire body clenching and relaxing according to Yoongi’s gestures. His moans filled the empty room as he relished in the sensations of the other’s ministrations.

“Look at you all pretty for me, Jeonggukie,” he murmured, teeth scraping gently along his cock. “I’ve never seen a prettier baby than you. You’re such a good boy, aren’t you, hm? Do you like this? Do you like hyung’s mouth on you?”

The words that tumbled from the elder’s throat had Jeongguk’s blood rushing through his veins, heartbeat thundering in his ears as he could feel waves of pleasure and tension crashing over him. “Y-yes, love it so much, hyung. Your mouth—fuck, mmm, feels s’good—you’re so—ahh, oh—please, please. It feels so good, hyung.”

“Good, pretty baby,” Yoongi cooed, placing his cock back into his mouth and sucking it deep. He bobbed his head to take in as much as he could of Jeongguk’s thick length inside of him. The younger’s body was shuddering with thrill as he twisted his fingers harder into Yoongi’s hair.

Yoongi couldn’t help himself, loved the way Jeongguk kept pulling at his hair. His desperation was palpable and crackling through the air. He groaned into the cock in his mouth, vibrations immediately carrying through Jeongguk’s entire being. His fingers played with his balls, clasping them tightly, and covered what his mouth couldn’t.

There was something so satisfying about the weight of Jeongguk’s dick in his mouth. A satisfying feeling of fullness as he licked and lapped at the length. The cock glistened with moisture underneath the studio lights and Jeongguk looked so pretty, all frenzied and short of breath. He would look even prettier if he were spread—

“Hyung, want you,” Jeongguk moaned, this time his hands halting Yoongi’s movement and pulling him away. “God, I want you inside me. P-please, miss the feel of your cock filling me up.”

Yoongi licked his lips. Fuck, this kid really was something else. For once (or maybe the second time) in his life, Yoongi was going to voluntarily break one of his rules. At least this time he knew Jeongguk was definitely no longer a virgin. “What do you want, Jeongguk-ah? Did you say you missed me? You liked my cock that much?”

Jeongguk voiced his complaint as he, with trembling fingers, pushed himself up and around, flipping over so his ass was in full view for Yoongi. And what a fucking fantastic ass it was. The younger's hands splayed out across the cheeks and pulled them apart. His puckered hole was beckoning Yoongi closer, begging him to stick his tongue in it until Jeongguk was a writhing mess or shove his cock in there to fill him up.

“God, you’re fuckin’ pretty, kid,” Yoongi grunted, dancing his fingers lightly along the smooth skin of his cheeks. The other twitched in response, nudging himself backwards to encourage him. “S’cute, what do you want?”

“Y-your cock,” Jeongguk whined almost pitifully. Need leaked into his tone, his breathlessness a clear indication of his strong urge for more. “Please, hyung, want your cock in me. Want you to fuck me stupid,” he moaned, pushing himself back again to press his bare ass against Yoongi’s front.

The friction had Yoongi biting back a groan. Those plump mounds would look so pretty swallowing up his length. “Let me prep you first.”

“No need,” he gasped, “M’loose—loose enough anyway. Fucked myself earlier.”

“Earlier?”

Jeongguk was growing more restless by the second, and he certainly seemed far from accommodating to Yoongi’s inquisition. “T-the bathroom, lunchtime. Just needed to get off. Kept thinking of you in your studio—fuck, you look so hot.”

His confession would make a priest blush and Yoongi’s mouth watered at the thought of Jeongguk shoving himself up against the wall of a tiny bathroom stall in the office, fingers buried deep and curling inside of him until his knees buckled. God, what a fuckin’ concept.

“So naughty, Jeonggukie,” Yoongi breathed, hand pressing down to give his ass a good squeeze. “Do you do that a lot? Fuck yourself in the office?”

“Hnng, n-no, not really—maybe, I don’t know—God, I can’t think right now,” Jeongguk choked and squirmed in agitation.

“Should give you a toy to stuff your ass next time, keep that in the entire day hm,” the elder was musing aloud, thinking about how a fantastic idea that would be. That seemed to only add fuel to the fire as Jeongguk released a deep, throaty sound to signal his pleasure.

Jeongguk whimpered, “Y-yeah, that would be good. Want a cock shoved up in me—maybe a dildo. Got a nice one at home.” He was rambling at that point and Yoongi took that opportunity to roll on a condom and slick it up with lube. Despite his distracted state with his wild imagination, Jeongguk’s words died in his throat the second the sloppy sounds of Yoongi stroking his wet cock resonated in the room. “Shit, oh my—fuck, hyung, please. I want you now. Want you to fuck me hard.”

Yoongi himself couldn’t wait any longer and wrapped a hand around his member to guide it towards Jeongguk’s hole. He traced the tip along the rim again and again, grazing over it teasingly. It was driving the younger insane because all he wanted was to be stuffed full of cock, craved that satisfying feeling of being completely and utterly fucked.

“Alright, you ready, Guk?”

The younger tossed a glare over his shoulder. “I’ve been ready for two hours now.”

“Sure it’s not the entire day? Heard someone fucked themselves in a public bathroom earlier.”

“Ha, you’re hilarious—” The drawl was dropped the second Yoongi squeezed himself into the tight tunnel. Jeongguk let out a long groan as his cock twitched in front of him. He could feel his entire body tensing to the familiar sensation of being filled up. “Fuck,” he moaned, “feels s’good. Shit, hyung, so good. Fuck me, please please please.”

Yoongi nodded and eased himself in and out slowly, almost torturously. He was doing his best to avoid hurting the boy but the pace he was setting seemed to only pain Jeongguk more. The man was pushing himself back to meet Yoongi’s tormenting rhythm.

“Goddamn, hyung, fuck me faster. I can’t feel shit right now,” Jeongguk protested childishly, his words complemented by a deep pout.

He almost forgot how bratty Jeongguk could be. This was why, that first time, he couldn’t believe that Jeongguk was a virgin. He seemed to know how to egg the elder on, how to provoke him to do his worst, which was exactly what he wanted. Yoongi did as he was asked and snapped his hips forward—hard. The entirety of his cock slipped inside the hole and, considering he wasn’t particularly big, was able to hit him balls deep.

“Shit, fuck, right there,” the man underneath him hiccuped, grinding his ass back against Yoongi. “Just like that. Harder. Faster.”

Yoongi followed suit and swung forward again. He pulled out his cock halfway, enough to have Jeongguk feeling empty and pissed when Yoongi stayed that way for far too long. Just as the younger was about to let another complain spill, Yoongi thrust back into him deep and started fucking into him at a speed that rendered the boy senseless. He was trembling all over, muscles tensing and relaxing in alternating motions.

The usual silence in the studio was quickly replaced by the sound of the younger’s pleasured voice and the sound of skin against skin. There was something hypnotizing and sexy about fucking in an empty studio, about knowing how he had colleagues and, if any of them were to work overtime, might be fortunate enough to catch them red-handed. Or, in Jeongguk’s case, bent over and fucked by the mysterious and private part-time producer, Min Yoongi.

“R-right there—oh man, fuck yes—aaah,” Jeongguk whined, squeezing his eyes shut as he let his entire body be consumed by the sheer wonder of Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi was enjoying himself as well, fucking into the boy and relishing Jeongguk’s sounds—a clear telltale that his body and sensations were bathing in gratification. “G-god, you’re so good at this. Fuckin’ me so good, hyung. Such a great cock, missed it a lot,” he grinned over his shoulder.

What a sight the kid was. Ass full of cock, hair matted against his forehead, and that gorgeous, confident smirk spread across his face. He was the personification of lust in that very moment and Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to argue otherwise considering he was taking pleasure in the very definition of sex in human form.

“You touching yourself, Guk?” Yoongi asked, chest heaving.

“N-no, do you want me to?” He sounded so small. Fuck, that was hot. Being shorter in stature himself, Yoongi thrived on the ability to make others bigger than him feel much smaller than him. It was a kink, sure. It was a particular kink when it came to Jeongguk who was fit and ripped and whose presence screamed loud.

“Do it, stroke yourself, baby,” he cooed, sliding in and out faster and harder. The corresponding noises were lewd and messy, just the way Yoongi liked it. The lube made it much too easy for him to fuck into Jeongguk, liquid dribbling down the boy’s thighs every time Yoongi pushed inside him.

Jeongguk was obedient, doing as he was told and reaching his hand down to touch himself. His cock was rock hard and pulsing painfully. He nearly cried with relief and hurt when he began to run his fingers along the tough length. “F-fuck, feels so good—goddammit,” he cursed.

Every time Yoongi pushed forward, Jeongguk would lurch along with the motion and fuck into his own hand. Each stroke of friction sent liquid fire shooting through his veins, the heat spreading quickly throughout his body.

In spite of his lack of experience with Jeongguk, the way the man was trembling was an indicator that he was close. So close. The stuttered breaths and expletives leaving his mouth were also more than enough to indicate the same. “Shit, shit, fuck—so good, gonna—oh fuck, waited so long for this. Hyung’s cock—fuck, so good. Wanna come, wanna fuckin’ come all over so badly. Please.”

“That so, Jeonggukie? You wanna be a messy baby?” Yoongi goaded, grinning to himself proudly when the younger shuddered with his words. “You like being made a mess, huh? Like being a little slut getting fucked open in a studio like this. Do you like being messy, baby?”

“Mmm, yes, hyung, l-love it. I wanna be a mess just for you—your mess,” Jeongguk hummed, ass fucking back so Yoongi would be pushing into him harder.

“You going to come all over yourself, baby? Are you going to come for hyung?”

Jeongguk nodded eagerly, his entire body shaking, “Y-yes, please please, can I, hyung? Can I come please?”

“Think you’ve been a good boy for me, baby?”

“Yes, yes! I’ve been so good, hyungie. Been so good to you,” Jeongguk pleaded desperately, voice growing more frantic. His words were slurring together and his tone begging.

“You’ve been so messy though, I don’t know if I like messy—”

“I’ll clean up! Please, I’ll be clean. I’ll clean up from now on.” At this point, the younger was saying anything to gain his orgasm. His hand was still tugging on his cock. The tip was throbbing, red coloring almost blue. He needed the release and Yoongi wasn’t as heartless as he himself believed.

With a feigned deep sigh, one that had Jeongguk’s stomach falling, Yoongi pursed his lips. “I mean—”

The forced disappointment in his tone was enough to have the younger pleading again. “P-please, hyung. Oh fuck, please. I’ll do anything. I’ll be so good to you, I promise. Just want your cock, nothing else. Make me your messy baby. I’ll be messy, I’ll be clean, whatever you want.”

There was a niggling feeling nagging at the back of Yoongi’s mind that Jeongguk’s words were treading on dangerous waters, one involving attachment that Yoongi wasn’t sure he wanted to venture into just yet. So he let the boy have exactly what he needed. “Okay, Jeonggukie, you can come. Go on, come for me. Show me how much you have inside of you, how messy you can be.”

Jeongguk’s lips part with his words, breath knotting in his throat as he allowed himself to let go. As Yoongi continued to jerk his hips into him, Jeongguk reached that sweet peak and spilled into his hand. White, sticky come coated his fingers quickly, dripping onto the couch and staining it with ivory. He was messy for sure and Yoongi would be lying if he said that didn’t turn him on.

He could feel his own climax chasing after him, clawing at his skin and begging to be released. “Fuck, t-that’s hot,” Yoongi groaned, “M’gonna come soon.”

The younger, ever breathless, was still tingling from his orgasm and quaking from the force of it, paused Yoongi’s movement. “W-wait, want you to come on my face. Please. Want your come on my face.”

Goddammit.

Yoongi was going to fucking burst with his words alone. He wasn’t a teenager but his limits seemed to have been tested with Jeongguk. “You sure? Your face?”

“Y-yeah,” Jeongguk breathed, quickly scrambling to lie on his back. He gestured for Yoongi to climb on top of him and the other did so, throwing his legs on either side of the man and hovered his cock over Jeongguk’s face.

As if to make things worse (or better), Jeongguk let his eyes slide shut as his jaw fell to pop his mouth open. His tongue stuck out, waiting patiently for the sweet nectar building up inside of Yoongi. “Fuck,” he groaned, yanking on his cock faster and squeezing harder, “you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this. Your ass is pretty, your face is pretty. Would look even prettier covered in my come.”

Jeongguk murmured his agreement and kept his mouth open, tongue hanging out and anticipating. It certainly didn’t take him very long to spiral down into temptation. His come soon streaked across Jeongguk’s face, splattering abstract lines across the boy’s beautiful face like a blank canvas painted over in a masterpiece. Jeongguk kept his mouth open, Yoongi’s come landing sweetly on his tastebuds. The white garnished the boy’s face prettily. The sight only impelled Yoongi on even more and he milked his cock as much as he could to get all of his pleasure out and onto the boy’s features.

It truly was something else to see Jeongguk when he was completely sober and coming down from his high. His beauty was unrivaled and Yoongi couldn’t deny how fucking gorgeous he looked with Yoongi’s come all over his face. Jeongguk closed his mouth and swallowed the liquid that had ended up on his tongue, throat moving with the action.

God, he was fucking beautiful.

However, the guilt for making a whole mess took over quickly and he reached for tissues to offer the younger. Jeongguk took it with a nearly inaudible thanks and began to wipe himself down. Yoongi, unsure of what to do, leaned back against the couch in full, naked glory. There was no denying how satisfied he was, the adrenaline dissipating from his veins as fast as it came.

Jeongguk was next to him, drying himself up and removing the mess from his face.

The silence that ensued was deafening. It was as if a contraption had taken hold of the air and squeezed all the oxygen out of it. Gone was the intensity of the atmosphere, leaving an awkward aftertaste. Yoongi cleared his throat, Jeongguk didn’t look like he was breathing. The two sat side by side and Yoongi couldn’t think of a time more awkward than this, not even the time he caught his roommate jerking to Elton John in tears.

Yoongi licked his lips and made the first move, reaching for his crumpled shirt on the floor to slip it on. Jeongguk fumbled to do the same, fingers seeming to tremble with the force of nature. The two got dressed in the utter quietness, neither one of them saying a word to ease the tension weighing heavy in the room.

As the elder shifted over to clean up his music notes and tidy up his studio, Jeongguk took note and packed up his work, shoving everything into his backpack distractedly.

“So, you heading back?” Yoongi coughed, prompting the younger to jerk up and whirl around. He swung around so fast, the elder worried that he might’ve gotten whiplash.

Jeongguk pinked, gaze finding the mirror and trailing down his neck where Yoongi had left his mark. His eyes danced with something akin to hunger. His glance flicked back up to meet Yoongi’s. Instead of addressing how Yoongi had basically mauled the other man over, Jeongguk only cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, it’s getting late.”

“Cool—” Cool? That’s the best you could do, Min? “Let’s walk over to the station then.” Even if Yoongi hated painstakingly awkward situations, the last thing he wanted was for Jeongguk to risk his life at ass o’clock because he got some dick from a fool like him.

There was a pause in which Jeongguk tilted his head, eyes widening ever so slightly, as a small smile painted itself on his face. “Okay,” he spoke softly, voice quiet in the thundering of Yoongi’s heartbeat.

The walk to the station felt longer than it usually did. The space between them growing by the second. Jeongguk’s long legs took him a step further than Yoongi each time, but he always slowed down and adjusted according to how Yoongi moved. They fell into step together and, although Yoongi appreciated the gesture, appreciated Jeongguk, there was a strange bubbling in his stomach that had the hairs on his skin rising.

He had a good time with Jeongguk, sure. But what about the aftermath? This wasn’t supposed to happen again. He already had his qualms with the idea of fucking Jeongguk the first time around, and he was foolish enough to do it a second time. Instead of resolving whatever past issues he had with Jeongguk and his emotions, he ended up caught in a tighter struggle in these tangling vines. Instead of finding answers, he was left with more questions and doubts that had his stomach churning uncomfortably.

Yoongi was a man of certainty. He was certain of his aspirations, certain of his preferences, but Jeongguk had stained a grey area in his black and white.

“Well, this is me,” Jeongguk stated slowly as his train arrived at the platform. Yoongi looked up, pressing his lips together and glancing at the moving machine to avoid Jeongguk’s eyes.

“Get home safe, Jeongguk,” he breathed finally just as the doors opened.

When he finally met the younger’s eyes, it seemed as if he had more to say. His eyes had always been so big and expressive—windows to the soul as people say. However, after a moment of searching Yoongi’s, he managed a small smile, shaking his head to himself with thoughts Yoongi wasn’t privy to. “I’ll see you tomorrow, hyung.”

With one last salute, he was climbing aboard with the doors closing behind him. Yoongi was left in the sudden silence, the rattling of the rails absent to grant room for his pervasive anxiousness.

He didn’t quite know what to do. But one thing was for sure—he was screwed.

The thing with Yoongi was that he never reacted well to news that rocked his boat. His nerves had the tendency of leaping from one end to another, zapping and frying his entire brain and rational thinking.

This time was no different. The entire ride home, through the loud, metallic screeching of the tracks, and as even as he made his way up to his apartment and lied down on his bed, the image of Jeongguk’s face—all of them, a series of images—flashed through his mind. The boy’s expressions morphing from one emotion to the next—the happiness shining through his hazel eyes, his desire reflected in the parting of his lips and the creases of his temple, and what seemed to be understanding painted on the softness of the curl of his lips.

He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how he could possibly face him and pretend as if everything could go back to normal again. He had painted his face in come, had let filthy words tumble from his lips, had let his pale fingers bruise the younger’s skin, and had stuffed his cock inside of him.

Twice.

There were a lot of things that Yoongi failed to not regret in life, this was just another strike on the list.

Returning to work on lack of sleep was something he was used to. However, returning to work on lack of sleep and with the most excruciatingly conflicting emotions plaguing his every thought was the worst. Even the blackest of coffees could not save him from this misery.

As if to make matters worse, the second he stepped into the studio, he spotted Jeongguk coming down the hallway with a pile of files stacked up to the top of his head. Yoongi did what he did best—run. He quickly slipped into another room and waited until he heard Jeongguk’s footsteps walk past and fade away.

“What a coincidence to see you here.” The voice that chirped from his side had him jerking back to reality, heart rate picking up in panic. Yoongi whirled around to see Hoseok smirking at him. “Missed me that much?”

“You’re hilarious,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, creaking the door open again to glimpse into the hallway.

Hoseok leaned against the soundboard, tilting his head curiously. Having been so caught up with his work and with Jeongguk, Yoongi hadn’t really had the time to spare for a few of his friends—or ex-hookups, namely Jung Hoseok. The two had met in college, ended up in the same company for an internship and, well, had previously fucked. Once—or maybe thrice. This was before they landed the same jobs and Yoongi had to cut off the hooking up because work took over his life. Hoseok had taken it in stride has he did a lot of things. It wasn’t as if he was at a shortage of men lining up to please him.

Though, even Hoseok wouldn’t be able to deny that Yoongi held a soft spot in his heart. And his pants.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, why do you look like you’re hiding?” Hoseok asked, curiosity piqued before Yoongi could mask his expression with disinterest.

The elder of the two cleared his throat, “Just, you know, the boss.”

“Boss is out for the week, you know this. What’s up?”

“Nothing,” Yoongi pinched his lips, “anyway, I should get going—”

“You know,” Hoseok started, halting Yoongi’s steps, “if you wanted to see me so badly, you should’ve just asked. You have my number, Yoongi.”

The other man snapped a glare his way. “That is not why I came in here.”

“So why did you?”

“Just—” How did he manage to dig this deep of a hole himself? “—wanted to check out the equipment, I heard you got some new stuff from tech.”

“Nothing you don’t have, Mr. Perfectionist. Your setup is complete and flawless. Do you wanna keep lying so I can keep prying?” Hoseok grinned, knowing full well that he had won this battle. “Or—” he tapped his lip thoughtfully, drawing Yoongi’s gaze to the pretty pink “—did you want to see me for something else?”

Yoongi’s muddled brain took some time to process the statement and it must’ve given Hoseok the wrong idea as he stepped closer and closer until he had Yoongi caged against the wall. “W-wait, what are you doing?”

“You have my number, hyung,” Hoseok beamed again, that blinding, charming smile dancing mischievously on his face.

“Christ, you’re unbelievable,” Yoongi huffed and the other man only laughed as he took a step back. “I’m leaving now. Don’t try anything else.”

“My doors and pants are always open for you, hyung,” he sang just before the door slammed in his face. Yoongi already had one mess to deal with, he most definitely did not need another to add into the equation.

Avoiding Jeongguk throughout the day turned out to be more troublesome than he thought. He didn’t realize how much he saw the boy around the workplace until he actively tried not to. When he locked himself up in the studio, he couldn’t help but be grateful that he had a ‘do not disturb’ function on his door that kept outsiders away. Including Jeongguk.

(Yoongi was pretty bummed that he didn’t get to hear Jeongguk’s pleasant “good morning, hyung” with that crinkly-eyed, teethy smile—but he would take this to the grave)

When work time was over, Yoongi usually escaped with either:

leaving before the sun even set and taking his work home (not preferred as he hated leaving with unfinished tasks)

pretending that he couldn’t hear the light knocking on the door or the pacing which was sure to be Jeongguk outside his room (this was miserable but easier)

Over the course of the week, he tried all sorts of avoidance tactics. He wasn’t quite sure why—that was a lie, he knew precisely why. Yoongi didn’t think he was ready to face the consequences of his actions, including Jeongguk—sweet, sweet Jeongguk who had been nothing but kind to him. It wasn’t as if he didn’t like the kid. Of course, he liked him to a certain degree. Yoongi just wasn’t sure how he felt about this entire thing and he would rather postpone The Talk for as long as possible rather than dealing with it.

Don’t try this at home, kids.

Eventually, these things came back to bite him in the ass. And in fact, it did. See, Yoongi tried his best to live life the way he wanted—to the fullest, or as full as he could get. But this mistake might have saved him weeks of effort and suffering in which he realized he was a complete and utter fool.

Yoongi hadn’t noticed the beep of his door, heavily engrossed in tuning the demo he was working on. His hands moved across the dials and shifts on his setup, his ears covered by the headphones and the music dancing in his mind—

“What’s up, Yoongs?”

A curse left his mouth as he accidentally twisted one of the dials too far. Yanking off his headphones and turning around, Yoongi pinned the devil himself with a glare.

“Oh, scary,” Hoseok only laughed, unfazed. He had gotten used to being on the receiving end of that look whenever he disrupted Yoongi’s work, not that it made him do it any less. “I feel like you haven’t left this studio for days now.”

“Did you switch on the do not disturb function again?” Yoongi cocked an eyebrow and cracking his neck. He had been in his studio for quite some time, but it was nothing new. Hoseok just wanted an excuse to pop by, which reminded him— “I really should get that lock password changed.”

Two people knew his passcode — one was Hoseok (a Mistake) and the other was Jeongguk whom he gave this privilege just because he came around so much, Yoongi couldn’t be bothered to open the door for him any longer.

Hoseok pouted, “Why? You don’t want me coming in here unannounced?”

“No.”

“Cold,” he chuckled, giving a little feigned shiver for good measure. “You look tired, you should get some rest.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the younger who was smiling much too brightly, flushed too deeply. “And you’re drunk, you should go home.”

“I’m not drunk,” Hoseok rolled his eyes, swaying a little as he stepped closer to Yoongi, “just a little tipsy. Not drunk. Tipsy.” He enunciated the last word very slowly, which gave away that he was, in fact, drunk.

“Seok-ah—”

Hoseok pulled Yoongi up and seated him against the board, trapping him in and catching Yoongi before he could run. He hummed and nuzzled his nose against Yoongi’s before moving down to bury his face in his neck. Inhaling deeply, Hoseok’s breath tickled Yoongi’s skin and—wow, it had been so long. Although Hoseok may be the complete antithesis of Yoongi, their physical chemistry had been undeniable.

“Fuck,” the younger groaned, “missed you a lot, hyung. Haven’t had cock like yours in so long.”

No, no. Yoongi could feel himself getting heated and that definitely wasn’t what he wanted when Hoseok was like this—nor did he really want Hoseok. He knew this was his dick talking, but his dick was talking very loudly. “Alright, Seok, time to go home.”

“Just a little bit—please,” Hoseok begged, eyes blown up in such a way that made Yoongi both pissed and soft. “Just a little kiss,” he stuck out his bottom lip adorably.

“I don’t think that’s a good—”

Instead of whining more, Hoseok huffed and rolled his eyes before crashing his lips down against the elder. His mouth moved fast, lips sucking in Yoongi’s as his tongue slipped in between. Yoongi’s knees faltered in surprise, his hands latching onto the younger’s arms for support. Hoseok must’ve taken that as encouragement because his hands slipped down to cup the other’s bottom as he drew him closer, pressing his noticeable boner against him.

Yoongi, as any other human would do with someone like Hoseok, reacted almost unconsciously. He moved his lips against Hoseok mindlessly, enjoying the softness of his lips. Hoseok tasted familiar with a tinge of alcohol.

But, for the first time, there was a feeling pulling at his gut that raised red flags. Something about this was just… wrong.

He didn’t know how long they stood there with their lips glued together, Yoongi trying his best to calm the sudden shaking of his nerves and Hoseok relishing the other man’s company. It wasn’t until he opened his eyes that he realized the light streaming in from outside his studio.

Because his door was open.

And Jeongguk was standing right there.

Yoongi should’ve known better that his carelessness and indecision would get to him someday. And that day happened to be it. Before he could even blink a second time to really process that the guy he had just slept with, the guy who made Yoongi’s studio a little warmer, a little brighter, and his heart a little lighter and heavier all the same, had seen him kissing another man, Jeongguk was gone.

The door closed with a resounding click that echoed much too loud in the small room. Suddenly, his studio felt suffocating, the space seemed to engulf him.

“Hoseok, get off,” he muttered as he shoved the other man off.

Hoseok looked at him in a daze, confusion evident in his expression. “S-sorry, shit, I really thought you were into it.”

Yoongi did too. Yoongi wished he was — or maybe he didn’t. Because this spoke volumes of what Yoongi was feeling — whatever it was that he couldn’t quite comprehend. But Jeongguk. It said a thousand words about how he felt about Jeongguk. Attached, affection.

And he had messed it all up.

Even then, Yoongi’s feet couldn’t bring him to move and he perhaps had let Jeongguk turn into another one that got away.

After his brief epiphany and after Hoseok left him to have yet another existential crisis, Yoongi resolved that he should at least talk to the boy or give him some time of day. Communication is key as everyone says. Maybe it’s time to start listening to the masses.

So, for once, Yoongi swallowed his pride — and it was difficult to take down — and walked up to Jeongguk’s cubicle. The interns worked in little boxes separated from the higher ups in the company. While Yoongi had been promoted enough to be granted his own studio, Jeongguk was still left to be cramped into a tiny square. This was probably why he enjoyed being in Yoongi’s space so much.

He peeked around the nonexistent door, seeing Jeongguk hunched over his laptop. Licking his lips, Yoongi braved himself. “Jeongguk,” he started.

The other whipped around so fast it seemed as if he was about to crack his bones. “Hyung.” His voice was barely a breath and his eyes — fuck, his eyes — looked absolutely pained. That wasn’t a look he ever wanted to see on anyone, especially not Jeongguk. His heart ached at the sight and knowing he had been the cause of it had guilt eating him inside out.

“Do you want to, um, maybe grab lunch with me?”

Jeongguk’s eyes flashed with another glint of pain. He glanced away for a second before turning back to his computer. “It’s fine, I’m sort of busy.”

“Guk-ah—”

“No, it’s okay, I’m fine,” Jeongguk said, his back still facing Yoongi.

He didn’t like it. It was strange facing Jeongguk’s back. They’ve always stood side by side or face to face. Even when Yoongi wasn’t looking at him, Jeongguk was usually facing his back. He had never been on the other side of it, had never realized how shitty it felt, and he wondered how Jeongguk had put up with it for so long.

“You’re obviously upset, look I—” Yoongi stepped inside the room, drawing closer to him.

The younger visibly stiffened at the sound of his footfall. “Stop.” Yoongi did. “Don’t come closer. Please.”

Yoongi wanted to reach out, wanted to touch him again. He thought back to the winter night when Jeongguk held his hand, his giggle ringing clear in the brisk air, and how his warmth had radiated against Yoongi’s cool skin.

“I get it,” Jeongguk began this time, “we were just dicking around. Please just go, I just—I don’t want you to see me like this. Okay?”

Not okay. Yoongi wanted to argue and push Jeongguk to talk, to scream at him, to just look at him. But he couldn’t be selfish — not when he has been so countless times to Jeongguk.

“I—alright, take care, Guk. Don’t forget to eat lunch, yeah?”

The other man didn’t respond and instead their silence is filled by the light tapping of Jeongguk’s fingers on his keyboard. He still hadn’t turned around and Yoongi left quietly with his heart in his throat.

Yoongi hadn’t realized before, had been so caught up in avoiding his feelings and processing them, how different things were without Jeongguk around. He hadn’t noticed how much time Jeongguk spent lounging around in his studio or doing work, how many times he greeted him in the hallways and dropped silly jokes that had him hiding his smile. The absence was almost tangible. The weight of his disappearance was a sudden burden upon his shoulders.

And thus, it was clear what would transpire. Yoongi’s moods deflated almost instantly. He was bitter and snappy, scaring away anyone who dared ring the door to his room. And it wasn’t as if he was trying to hide it — in fact, he made great attempts to show it.

“Jesus, can you stop the sulking?” Namjoon frowned, hitting him in the face with a carrot stick. As if Jeongguk ignoring him wasn’t bad enough, Namjoon was on a healthy binge and that meant that their fridge was cleansed of all fast food and ice cream — everything Yoongi needed to properly sulk.

“I’m not,” he pouted.

“Okay, what happened?”

Yoongi gave him a face that said everything. “Nothing.”

His roommate rolled his eyes, “Alright, let’s not play dumb here. Just tell me. Hit me with it. Did you fuck up with something?”

Yoongi’s frown deepened.

“Let me guess, you fucked that devirginized slash intern guy again.”

Yoongi dropped his head onto the table.

“Oh lord,” Namjoon huffed, turning around to reach to the top shelf behind him where he pulled out a bag of chips. “Tell daddy all about it.”

“The fuck, you have chips? What happened to your diet?”

“The fact that you responded to that and not my calling myself daddy means this is bad. Now come on, talk to me.” Namjoon paused, “Also, I have cheat days, cut me some slack.”

So he did. He told him everything, rambling on about how adorable and sweet Jeongguk was, how he shat sunshine out of his ass, and how he had fucked the kid again and started ignoring him and then the whole Hoseok mess.

“Let me get this straight, you fucked him, then you ignored him, then he walked in on you attempting to fuck someone else—”

“I was not attempting to fuck Hoseok!”

“Well, that wasn’t what it looked like to him, was it?” He had a point. “Then he started ignoring you.”

Yoongi sighed, “Basically.”

Namjoon didn’t say anything for a long while and, when the elder looked up, Namjoon was frowning and glaring at him so hard, it looked as if his face was about to burst.

“What?”

“You’re kidding me right? You’re sulking because of this when the answer is so simple?”

Yoongi threw a withering look his way, “Not everyone’s a genius like you.”

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that all you need to do is talk to him.”

“He doesn’t want to talk to me.”

Namjoon licked his lips, looking up to the heavens as if to ask why the gods were testing his patience. “You tried once. Once. The kid likes you a lot, why not use that to your advantage? The worst he could do is say no, but what have you got to lose?”

“I don’t know,” Yoongi muttered.  

“Why don’t you talk to him again? And maybe, I don’t know, ask him out properly. Take him out for milkshakes or a handjob at the movies.”

The elder moaned, rolling his forehead on the countertop. “I’m scared I’m going to fuck it up. I don’t even know how I feel, how am I going to deal with this?”

Namjoon smiled softly, patting his friend, “He seems like a good kid, he’ll listen.”

Guess it was finally time to get his balls back.

The following day, by the time lunchtime rolled around, Yoongi was sweating bullets. He finally gathered up the courage to pop by Jeongguk’s cubicle again, speech ready in mind. Straight to the point. Apologize and explain, then maybe ask him out depending on how he reacts to the apology. Perfect.

Except, he walked into the cubicle to see Taehyung, another intern, sitting on Jeongguk’s lap and giggling. Jeongguk was scowling affectionately, amusement dancing in his eyes, as he struggled to get Taehyung off him. However, when Taehyung’s eyes wandered to the door and widened in surprise, Jeongguk realized that they weren’t alone. He turned to find Yoongi standing there slack-jawed, the words on the tip of his tongue fizzling into the thick air.

“H-hyung!” he quickly shoved his friend off, Taehyung stumbling to his feet and glaring. “What are you doing here?”

Yoongi eyed them cautiously. Were they a thing? Should he be here? Should he stay after this? Maybe they were—stop. Talking to him was important. No more miscommunication. “I… wanted to talk,” he said slowly.

It was clear that the conversation was not about to be a light one. The two glanced at Taehyung awkwardly and Taehyung stared at them awkwardly before understanding dawned upon him. Grinning, he skipped out of the room with a “good luck.”

He wasn’t sure if he was referring to Yoongi or Jeongguk.

Jeongguk shifted awkwardly in his seat, trapping his hands between his thighs (don’t think about his thighs, don’t do it, Yoongi) and peering up at him from his seat. “What’s up?”

“Do you have time after work? I’ll buy you a drink.”

Hurt flickered in the younger’s eyes. God, Yoongi was already fucking this up and he wasn’t even sure how. Jeongguk breathed shakily, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

His heart stopped. Yoongi couldn’t breathe. “Or, dinner,” he scrambled, “I can buy you dinner. Lamb skewers from the cart outside? Or proper dinner, I can do too.”

“Hyung,” Jeongguk murmured.

“I really want to talk to you, Guk-ah,” Yoongi emphasized, stepping inside the room and closer to the boy.

He looked conflicted for a moment, eyes darting around the room as if he was weighing out his options. Yoongi prayed to the higher powers that things would go his way—just this once. This one time he had courage. “Alright,” Jeongguk agreed, “I’m staying a bit late though to finish something for the big boss.”

“Yeah, s’fine,” Yoongi said much too quickly, tongue tripping over his words, “I’ll wait for you.”

Jeongguk softened and nodded, “Okay, see you later.”

By the time Jeongguk finished and knocked on his door, the sun had already set and the clock had just hit nine. They bundled up in thick coats before moving outside. It was a little chilly for a spring day and Yoongi almost instantly reddened from the cold. Jeongguk giggled at the sight of Yoongi’s glowing, rosy nose.

Yoongi’s heart hurt because he loved that sound so much and didn’t know how much he missed it until that moment.

They ended up settling for a barbecue restaurant two blocks away from the studio. Thankfully, the atmosphere wasn’t too heavy with the noises all around them. Even this late at night, the restaurant was still packed with patrons. From the clanking of metallic utensils to the sizzling of meat on each grill, the place was alive.

As Yoongi worked on flipping each piece of meat, Jeongguk fidgeted uncomfortably across from him. It was only after the two had a little food inside them that Yoongi began. “Listen, I fucked up.”

Jeongguk winced, “No, no you didn’t. You never promised anything more and that’s okay. I’m a kid after all.” He laughed, voice strained. “I wasn’t sure what was going on—I mean, you know, we did it again. So I thought—hey, maybe there’s something more here. But that was all on me, you never led me on or anything, but I took it that way. Thought when you were avoiding me you just needed more time, but should’ve known better. It’s my fault for taking advantage of you.”

The elder’s brows puckered in confusion, “Why are you apologizing? I’m the asshole here, I’m supposed to be saying sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Jeongguk insisted.

“No, I was stupid,” Yoongi grimaced, taking a deep breath. “When I first met you, I thought you were incredible. You were this shy, vibrant kid who had a lot of passion for music and I liked that. I dug that a lot. Then we slept together and I thought you were still pretty cool and, just, I was scared. The last virgin I slept with ended up getting emotionally attached to me and—yeah, let’s just say it wasn’t a fun time. So I thought the same thing was going to happen with you.

“But you’re different, Jeongguk. It sounds cliché and stupid, but you are. You’re sincere and you’ve always been the more mature one out of the two of us. I was terrified of this whole thing mainly because I don’t really have experience with it, and the whole feelings thing—” he groaned, Jeongguk chuckled “—I’m—it’s not that I don’t feel things, I just don’t really know how to handle it when it comes like a bitchslap to the face.”

Jeongguk simpered quietly, “You’re saying your feelings about me slapped you in the face?”

“Felt like it, yeah. That whole lightbulb moment.”

“So, what you’re trying to say is, you were scared I would get attached because I, as you believed, was a virgin before I met you, and I did end up getting attached but not because of that, but now you’re attached too?”

Well, when he put it that way, it sounded so simple. “I guess—no, I mean, yeah. That’s exactly it.”

“So you like me?”

“Um, yes,” Yoongi squinted, unsure if it were a trick question.

“Like, like like me?”

Yoongi pulled a face. “Dude, we’re not five. Yes, I like you—in a way that I want to take you out to dinner and then have you for dessert in my bed.”

“God, yes,” Jeongguk groaned. Don’t get hard, Yoongi. “I want that. I mean, you’re bad at emotions or whatever but we’ll figure this out. Don’t worry. We’ll do it together.”

“Wait, so you do want me? Like you really want me?”

“How is this different from me asking if you like like me?”

The elder huffed, “I’m just being careful.”

“You’re cute.”

Yoongi tinged a deep pink. “Thanks?”

“Also, I wasn’t a virgin.”

He blinked.

“I don’t know what made you think that but I wasn’t.”

“Wait, but you—thanked me? After the sex?”

Jeongguk shrugged, a ghost of a smile still dancing on his lips. “It’s just a thank you for a good time. Common courtesy, you know.”

Yoongi was going to kill Namjoon. How was he always right?

“Fuck, you’re too cute,” the elder huffed fondly.

It was Jeongguk’s turn to blush. “Thanks, glad you think so.”

“So, uh, any plans after this?”

“You trying to offer to take me home?”

“Maybe.”

“To fuck?”

“It’s a school night, you’ve got classes tomorrow so no.”

Jeongguk pouted, “But it’s just sex.”

“Don’t you kids have a curfew?”

“Dude.”

To tie up this cheesy, little tale, Yoongi had to admit that he was an absolute fool for the entirety of his start with Jeongguk. The kid was sweet and a hard-worker. He was everything Yoongi liked in a person and more.

They took turns sleeping at each other’s places, sometimes ending up in the studio to cuddle whenever Jeongguk finished a tough exam or Yoongi winded down from working on a track too long. They would fuck each other one day, and snuggle another.

A year later, they’re working on getting their own apartment. With Yoongi working more hours, he picked up a place closer to the studio and—well, he had invited Jeongguk to stay with him if he’d like. Jeongguk didn’t even blink once before he jumped on the offer. Living together meant sharing chores and Yoongi liked the domesticity, liked that he vacuumed and scrubbed the dishes while Jeongguk did laundry and rinsed the plates.

Jeongguk was thoughtful and, turned out, he really did always thank Yoongi and curl up into his boyfriend (Jeongguk cried every time Yoongi called him that) after they slept together (he didn’t like to admit it but Jeongguk loved being the little spoon). When Yoongi made dinner as best he could, Jeongguk would reward him with a blowjob or a cuddling session—both equally as wonderful that Namjoon would gag to either one.

Yoongi didn’t think this was where his life would go, especially not with this entire mess, but for now, he was just grateful that he got his happy ending.

[thekidultlife]

Love is a Fallacy | Lawyer!Wonwoo

//This image was really what I imagined him to look like in this one haha//

Words: 3,032

Genre: 20% Angst, 80% Fluff lol

As for her, Y/N did became a lawyer.

Seoul National University. Summa Cum Laude. First Place in the Korean Bar Examination. One of the best lawyers in Korea.

You knew you can do anything if you put your mind into it.

But it was lacking. You were not happy.

Roasting suspects and witnesses in the courtroom, looking for a hole in the Prosecutor’s arguments, pretending that you were fine. Every day, every week, every month, every year.

You knew what you were missing; who you were missing. But you persevered because it was the most rational thing to do.

In the end, you realized that success does not equate to happiness. You could have won a mountain of awards and honors but you would feel empty by the time the day ends. Awards and honors could not make your lips curve into a bright smile or make bland small talk into playful teasing or make a boring day of laying down and reading fun. Only he can.

“I’ll wait. I said I’ll wait no matter how long.”

Deciding that everything should not stay stagnant, Y/N left the legal industry.

Many were shocked, many were disappointed. “But does that matter?” you thought. “People talk, so let them talk.” You had almost forgotten what he had made you realize during the days of your youth—what matters in the end was how you were enjoying your life.

So, you started a tea and coffee shop. And because it was you, who had god-tier luck, little time escaped until the dainty quaint shop became a chain of shops all over Korea. But this success was different from the ones you received before. It was a success that made you proud; made you want to get up every day to work.

You did not stop there, however—you knew that improvement must be done constantly. So you travelled to discover a variety of tea and coffee blends to add to your shop’s repertoire. Your recent travels were deep in the Chinese mountain provinces, looking for unique tea preparations.

People around you told you that you were too fast, too nimble, too successful for a man to look at your direction. But you scoffed at this—knowing that you don’t need a man to feel satisfied with life. Looking back, you had told him the exact same words and you smiled at this. What you wanted was for you to feel complete with him—if the two of you are completely satisfied with life, then what’s holding you back to love one another?

You raised your head and looked at the spring blue sky of Seoul as you finally returned.

 As for him, Jeon Wonwoo also became a lawyer.

Harvard Law School. Summa Cum Laude. 2nd place in the American Bar Examination. A partner in one of the best law firms in the United States.

Jeon Wonwoo was one of America’s sought-after legal advisors.

He was ruthless, cold and emotionless like a block of ice. His intimidating gaze could make anyone cower into submission. His words cut like razor sharp knives—pointing inconsistencies and well-crafted lies. With these charms, Jeon Wonwoo won case after case after case.

But he was satisfied. He thought he would feel rather empty by the end but he was not.

Wonwoo fought tooth and nail for everything he had achieved and he was surprised that he was happy with the direction he sought. He had thought he was doing it for her—realizing in the end that he also wanted to become a person he could be proud of.

But Jeon Wonwoo never forgot the deal he made with her. He never forgot her.

He never forgot how she was fighting the tears which would eventually spill on her cheeks as he left. He never forgot how she was so adamant with him pursuing education in a place unfamiliar. He never forgot how she smiled when he told her that he was accepted in Harvard even if she was not. He never forgot what she had promised him at the airport.

“I’ll come back soon. I’ll come back so please wait for a while longer.”

Wonwoo knew she would be doing well—knowing her from all the years they spent together. She doesn’t need him, she was a woman who can do anything she wanted to do. He understood her and he trusted her, that was why he left with no regrets. “It’s time for me to do what I want to do.” Wonwoo had said it to himself as he boarded the plane years ago.

Of course, life in the West was different compared to the life Wonwoo knew in Korea. He was well aware that he was handsome, and females scramble for his attention in the most ridiculous and outlandish ways however, he understood that he was no longer the same playboy who she had met at school. Most importantly, only she can affect him so much so that he would go and achieve his dreams and be the person he promised to be.

But Jeon Wonwoo wasn’t prepared.

His return was of the most unexpected circumstance and he was unsure if he could manage to meet her again without visibly stalling. He knew the day would come but it wasn’t supposed to be this day. Wonwoo was unsure if he was satisfying or decent enough for her and being rejected was one of his worst nightmares.

Jeon Wonwoo locked gazes with the topography from afar as he breathe in Korean air for the first time in a decade.

The Tea Co. (Main Branch), Hongdae, Seoul

6:53 AM

“OH! Owner Y/N is back!”

The waitress close to the door shouted quite enthusiastically to the rest of the staff. And with that, almost every employee scrambled out of their stations to greet their employer—lining up impeccably.

Even if it was a tad exaggerated for your tastes, you simply smiled and laughed with your staff—

feeling relieved that they were not too tired to work.

“Well, since I’m back, let’s work harder!” You encouraged them with a grin.

Everyone nodded and went for their assigned tasks except for the general manager who had a few things to discuss.

“Kyungsoo, we’ll be having a meeting with the board since we’ll be releasing new blends. The staff of the main branch would be the ones making the samples so please inform them later,” You began as the two of you walked behind the counter.

“Understood, ma’am. Everyone has improved substantially since you left,” Kyungsoo, the general manager replied in a polite business tone but you had enough of formalities.

“Well since that’s settled, let’s talk about something else. Like how are you?” you grinned as the manager became flustered at the sudden change of topics. “You are getting married, are you not?”

Hotel room, Hongdae, Seoul

7:10 AM

Jeon Wonwoo was irritated. But silently irritated.

The alarm had gone off at the wrong time and now he can’t sleep. He wanted to stay in bed but he had a merger to do in three hours and a groggy mind would not help cementing the deal. So Wonwoo left the bed and headed for the bathroom for a warm shower. By the time he was fully dressed, room service arrived and provided certain necessities like bath towels and new blankets.

“Sir, would you like us to serve coffee or tea?” the staff asked as Wonwoo held a blower, trying to dry his chestnut brown hair.

“No, no. I’ll take care of it. Thank you,” he replied politely but did not spare the employee any looks. Deciding that his work must be done, the staff left quietly as Wonwoo finished with his hair.

Wonwoo wanted to get tea from that cafe he had seen as he drove down to Hongdae from the airport. It did not exist when he had left and it was curiously one of a kind. Feeling that he should dress up for such a chic place, Wonwoo sported a clean button-up shirt, grey pants and a black trench coat to cover himself from the still-harsh spring breeze.

The Tea Co. (Main Branch), Hongdae, Seoul

7:47 AM

“Nari-ya, could you check if the chamomile tea is ready? I’ll man the register for a while,” You ordered as the younger employee nodded and went to the kitchen quickly.

You took the English breakfast tea order of the elderly man whom the waitresses described as a regular customer. The customers were quickly streaming in for their early morning cup of caffeine and you were rapidly becoming absorbed into your work. Your eyes were glued on the cash register as you began your routine line.

“Good morning, sir! May I take your—“  

Well, no shit.

You rarely got tongue-tied but you deemed this moment as the most appropriate to render you speechless.

Even after a decade, he still could take your breath away.

With eyes still cold as winter, Jeon Wonwoo was in front of you—looking as shocked as you were.

“So…in the end, you became a waitress. I didn’t expect that,” Wonwoo bluntly remarked which erased your look of surprise.

Grabbing the clipboard on nearby Manager Kyungsoo’s arms, you hit his head roughly and gazed at him with an unimpressed expression.

“After all these years, that’s what you’re going to say to me? I own a corporation, you smartass,” you started and began tapping on the touchscreen monitor. “Anyway, the usual right? Earl Grey tea with milk and sugar?”

Wonwoo was surprised that you could still remember what tea he liked. For a full five minutes, his head went blank by the time both of your eyes met and he blurted words which were not appropriate for your first meeting in a decade. Wonwoo was half relieved that you were acting normally but half annoyed that you were not as flustered as him.

“Well?” your voice suddenly brought him back to the present but he simply stared at you awkwardly.

“Well, what?” he asked with a stupid look on his face. You, thus rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m not going to give free tea just for you, you know. This is a business, even if you’re a—“

“Even if I’m your boyfriend who you never contacted since I went to the States?” Wonwoo finally got himself together after he lagged for some time and for the first time today, he got you flustered.

“OK! OK! Ok! I’m sorry! I’ll explain later! Just—! Just sit somewhere over there and wait for me!” You shot your words in rapid succession and were flailing your arms just to shoo Wonwoo away from the stares you both were receiving from the staff and customers.

Feeling very embarrassed by Wonwoo’s revelation, you escaped towards the kitchen and called for Nari to return to the cash register which the girl immediately did. However, you were not entirely safe inside the kitchen.

“Now, y/n. I think you haven’t told me fully what happened during your overseas trip?”

All of the sudden, General Manager Kyungsoo was behind you; ready for interrogation. You gave up and sighed; correcting your posture in the process.

“We didn’t meet during my overseas trip. We were schoolmates from High School,” You began as you reached for the mixing glasses to prepare Wonwoo’s order.

“OK. Wait. So you were schoolmates with Jeon Wonwoo?” Kyungsoo asked unbelievingly.

“Yes, I was. But tell me how you knew his name.”

“You don’t know?”

“I didn’t know what? I’m not going to play games, Kyungsoo.”

“He was featured numerous times as a successful lawyer and absolute hottie in many magazines and websites, you know! They said he invented the concept of a ‘sexy lawyer’!”

“Kyungsoo, spare me the cringe. What the heck is a sexy lawyer? That’s totally unrealistic—he can lock you up in jail without flicking a finger.”

“Anyway, I just can’t believe you’re actually in a relationship all this time!”

“Ah, well…that’s…”

“Totally unbelievable! I wasn’t really that surprised though. Everything about you is unbelievable!” General Manager Kyungsoo expressed her exasperation as she left the kitchen to go back to work; leaving you to finish the order.

Gathering your scattered wits, you emerged from the kitchen with the blended tea in tow. You approached Wonwoo who was sitting by the wide windows of the café looking as impeccable as ever.

“So one Earl Grey tea with milk and sugar,” you calmly placed the cup on the wooden table as the male gazed at you working; completely enthralled. After the standard procedures, you sat in front of him, staring at Wonwoo with a blank expression.

Wonwoo silently picked up the cup and took a sip. He considered for a bit and nodded as if he was liking it.

“So…?” You were expectant for a bit but knowing Wonwoo, you weren’t really expecting much.

“Well, I can see how your business is booming. It’s as delicious as ever,” he gave his honest remarks and you just had to fight off that proud smile that was beginning to curve on your lips.

“Thanks,” you replied quietly and it eventually became awkward.

“Uh…how about we take a walk outside? It’s hard…to talk here.”

You nodded in agreement and the two of you silently went for the exit.

Hongdae was as busy as ever, even if it was early in the morning. You and Wonwoo quietly walked down the street side by side and casually inserting small talk to catch up with one another.

“So you actually became a lawyer…” Wonwoo repeated what you said and you nodded in acknowledgement.

“I wasn’t happy though. But right now…I know I’m very satisfied with the business. By the way, I heard you’re a very successful lawyer in the US?”

“Yeah, I am. I’m actually here to assist a merger.”

“I see,” you had creeped a secret smile as you hid your face with your hands, pretending you were blowing hot air on them. “I’m really happy for you then.”

You were slowly dreading the dead atmosphere between the two of you. All you wanted to do right now was to embrace him and kiss him and everything imaginable—making up for the time you were separated. But you can’t be too sure if he felt the same way for you, you were separated for ten years after all.

Nonetheless, you had to do something.

“Wonwoo, I’m really sorry.”

You stopped at the middle of the sidewalk and the sudden atmosphere turned into tension. Wonwoo was afraid of the words that might come next. He wasn’t doing any good by just answering your questions as curtly as possible. He wanted to scoop you up and hug you as tightly as possible and kiss your snarky lips until you were both breathless. Yet the situation could only make him fear the worst.

“I’m sorry for not contacting you for ten years. I didn’t want to be your distraction as you were studying really hard overseas. I understand if your feelings have changed and who am I to force myself to you? I’m glad I finally got to see—“

“Aishhhh! This girl!” Wonwoo suddenly exclaimed in exasperation, scratching his head and marched towards you. “What do you mean my feelings have changed? You think I have time to hook up with American girls?”

“…huh? But…well I…” You were suddenly overwhelmed by the course of actions happening, more so by Wonwoo’s sheer height.

“You said you’ll wait for me, right? So here I am, Y/N. Now, am I capable enough to officially date you according to your standards?” he inched a bit closer to you and cupped your cheek. You were too surprised to react and was immediately mesmerized by his hard gaze.

You were silent for a while and Wonwoo was becoming slightly worried that you might not answer or confess that you were seeing somebody else. Suddenly though, you broke the tension by pinching his nose.

“You’re too close!”

You frowned at him but you eventually grinned and tackled the tall guy towards the ground playfully. Wonwoo was surprised for the nth time this morning  as you brought him sitting on the pavement. You then embraced him tightly, hiding the tears which was inevitably flowing from your eyes.

“What took you so long? Do you know how much I waited?!” you cried on his chest as Wonwoo patted your head consolingly.

“What? You think it’s easy to study law?” Wonwoo asked as he chuckled; his body shaking in laughter.

“Of course not, smartass.”

“Well, you didn’t answer my question. Did you forget our deal?” Wonwoo continued to caress you with a small smile forming on his lips.

You raised your head from his chest and sighed, rolling your eyes in the process.

“I just proposed that deal to drive you away, you know,” you remarked, frowning.

“I know. So?”

Wonwoo looked at you expectantly and you sighed once again, finally giving up.

“Okay fine, Wonwoo. You can date me, damn it.”

Wonwoo’s face immediately lit up as a wide grin had spread across his lips. He hugged you so tightly as if he was never going to let you go.

“I’m so glad you didn’t tire of waiting,” he whispered to you and you can’t help but giggle.

“If I had any choices, then that might be possible but you’re the only person who can handle me.”

“Damn right, woman.”

Wonwoo smiled and grabbed your cheeks to close the distance between both of you. His lips were gentle and adoring on yours and you swore you might have shivered at the contact. When you thought that it was over, Wonwoo smirked and went back more roughly this time. Biting and sucking your lip in the most inappropriate way for a scene on the street.

“—Wonwoo…! That’s…enough!” you managed to squeak against his lips. “We’re in public!”

Hesitantly, he parted with your lips and frowned in annoyance.

“Let them see how much I missed you for ten years.”

You simply rolled your eyes at his affection and groaned. “I can’t believe I love you.”

“Well, you’d better get used to it.”

Admin Hyeri

[jessikahathaway]

Owner

A/N: Hello everyone! It’s been a hot minute. Hopefully this new series makes up for everything J I haven’t written hybrid!au stuff before, but I find it really hot so why the fuck not right?

There will be smut in later chapters!

If you’re not into that kind of stuff, then I wouldn’t read this story.

Based sorta on this J-Drama called Kimi Wa Petto, if you wanna check it out its super cute.

Sometimes you wondered if people actually had brains in their heads. Because, a few people in your place of work were seriously making you think otherwise.

 First, it was your intern spilling the offices order of coffee this morning and then leaving early because of an appointment that he so conveniently remembered just as the afternoon droll was rolling around. Then it was a deadline for a project of yours getting pushed up a few weeks, putting more strain on your team then you were willing to force on them, so you took on the majority of the work. Next it was your ex-boyfriend coming by and asking for the keys to your newly single person home as he forgot some of his things in the storage closet in the upstairs office. Honestly, you didn’t really care anymore, although seeing him so nonchalantly walking into your workplace and confirming your co-worker’s suspicions was somewhat humiliating.

 And, to top it all off, you had to work late that night.

 “Are you sure you don’t want to go to dinner with us Miss Y/N?”

 You shook your head and waved dismissively at the woman talking to you.

 “I’m sure, I need to get this done before the night is over or I will be massively backed up when we get back from the weekend, and I really don’t want that to happen,” you said, not even bothering to look up at her.

 You heard someone clear their throat as everyone shuffled out of the room.

 Finally, peace and quiet.

 The office had a sort of calmness that it didn’t have during the day at this time of night. No other souls were in the building, besides the security guards and you were free to work in peace. Sometimes you purposefully stayed late because then you could work more efficiently than when there were about twenty people in the office.

 Although, this meant another night of sleep deprivation.

 But, you weren’t really one to sleep restfully in the first place.

 The minutes drew into hours and those hours started to stack scarily high.

It was around 3:00 in the morning when you finally pushed away from your desk and started to clean up.

 You had finished the organizing of the files and also got a head start on the presentation. Mild inconvenience now will make your life ten times easier in the future.

 The wheels on your chair squeaked as you stood up and stretched, finally feeling the blood making its way around your body. You rubbed your tired eyes and then noticed your phone was ringing.

 Who the hell would be calling you at this hour? Never the less, it could be someone from overseas calling not being aware that they were being a massive dick. The idea of more work strained your brain, however, you picked it up.

 “Hello? This is Y/N,” you said in your calm and level voice.

 Your mother’s screeching voice echoed through the phone. “Hello darling! How are you? What are you up to?”

 Without thinking about it, you instinctively pulled the phone away from your ear to prevent going deaf, before carefully hovering it near your ear so you could actually hear what she had to say. Not that you cared much.

 “Hi, mom… Why are you calling so early?”

 A gasp sounded through the phone.

 “I’m so sorry darling! Did I wake you? I forgot I was in Paris for a minute there… Anyways, I wanted to confirm something with you.”

 Of course she forgot she was in Paris. Probably one of the most extravagant cities in the world and renowned for being the city of love. But of course, it’s easy to forgot you’re there sometimes. Understandable.

 “What is that?”

 “I remember you gushing about your boyfriend, and I realized I’d never met him! I would love to do so, probably this weekend. I’ll come over for tea and see if I approve of this man in your life. Sorry to wake you, I’ll get going now! Au revoir!”

 And with that, the line cut off.

 It was very common for your mother to randomly invite herself into your home and cause havoc in your life. She’d told off multiple partners in your life that they weren’t good enough for you, in front of their faces. And of course, no one wants an in-law that’s over bearing anyways. No to mention a complete bitch on top of that.

 But, you guess that if you got her favorite tea and made sure that your boyfriend-

 Oh fuck.

 That’s right.

 The dick had dumped you after getting another chick pregnant. He had kept up the façade for two months, secretly meeting with her and helping her through her morning sickness while you woke up to an empty bed and confusion.

 And now, your mother was coming over. Expecting to meet your boyfriend that you had been ‘gushing’ about. When in reality, you only had told her you were serious about this man. She probably didn’t even remember his name.

 “Noona? What are you still doing here?” A tired voice came through the air.

 Taehyung, a new security guard in your building approached you. He’d brought you some snacks one night and you both had bonded over stale Cheetos and cheap beer. He was a good person and not that much younger than you. Just a year. He had a superior named Namjoon that was the head of security in your building and he was just as kind, just a bit stricter.

 “Nothing, just busy with work. Paper work and all that shit. Just about to head home though,” you said, grabbing your bag and hauling it over your shoulder.

 “Oh, want me to walk you out?” He asked, gesturing towards the door in a ridiculously lavish fashion.

 “Sure, sounds good. We haven’t spoken in a while,” you said, heading towards the door with him.

 The two of you were chatting on the ride down the elevator and exchanged a few jokes and yawns before the ding of the elevator bell brought you out of your tired state.

 “Well, I’m off to protect all your important files,” he said, getting ready to hit the button to go up.

  Then, a stupid idea wormed its way into your head.

 “Hey! Wait!” Taehyung jolted and stopped, jumping out of the elevator before it shut.

 “Um, yes, Noona?”

 “Want to be my boyfriend?”

 You asked, before thinking about your wording too carefully.

 Taehyung turned a bright pink color before choking on air and starting to cough.

 “Oh!”

 You rushed over and patted him on the back, hoping to help calm his fit.

 When he finally got the air back in his lungs he looked up at you with surprise written all over his features.

 “I thought it was my job to ask you out?”

 You scoffed before shaking your head.

 “That’s a sexist statement Taehyung. But, I meant my fake boyfriend. My mom is coming over for tea this weekend and my ex had to go knock another girl up. So, I kind of need a stand in,” you said, wringing your hands together.

 “Ah, I was wondering why you would be asking me out so suddenly. And, sorry that happened, your ex is a complete dick who doesn’t know what he gave up. But, I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate it very much,” he said with a cute little blush dusting his features.

 Guilt rushed through your system. How could you ask Taehyung to do that? He was so sweet and asking him to lie because your mother is incredibly pushy isn’t right.

 “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I hope I didn’t just make things incredibly awkward,” you rushed, hoping to God he wasn’t mad.

 You heard a little giggle that lifted your spirits and Taehyung placed his hand on your shoulder.

 “I’m actually flattered that you asked me, but, like I said. I don’t think my girlfriend would bite, although I could always ask, wouldn’t kill me to do so,” he said, reaching for his phone. You stopped him quickly.

 “No, that’s fine. I should just tell her that he broke up with me and take the heat.”

 The idea displeased you greatly, due to the fact that you would never hear the end of it. ‘Why did he leave you?’ ‘If you were doing everything that I did as a wife this would’ve never happened!’

 Now you knew why dad had died so early.

 You were starting to like the idea more and more yourself.

 Taehyung gave you a sad smile before heading towards the elevator again.

 “Well, I better get back to work, Namjoon-Hyung with probably already kick my butt for being out this long anyways. Wish me luck,” he said as the door shut.

 “Yeah, good luck…”

  The night air bit at your skin as the tendrils of winter started to wrap around the city. The sounds of police sirens and cars honking as you walked filled the suffocating silence that awaited you at your door step.

 The walk gave you plenty time to devise a plan however.

 Loads of ideas had come up in your mind.

 You could tell your mother that he simply had to work. But then you would have to explain to her where he worked and then she would insist on taking him a lunch or something of the like.

 Bad plan.

 There was always the classic, ‘Oh, he was feeling a little under the weather today and didn’t want to give it to us. How considerate is he?’ Although, then she would say you could prepare a meal for him and go nurse him back to health! He’d definitely have to marry you then, certainly!

 Bad plan.

 Then, if worst came to worst, you told her the truth. Which then would result in endless amounts of complaints of travelling all the way to your crummy apartment, that actually wasn’t that bad, just to be disappointed, like usual. Why couldn’t you keep a man? Was it that hard to just keep your mouth shut and please them? Is she ever going to get the grandchildren she so endlessly wants to spoil?

 Bad plan.

 You knew your mother wasn’t completely heartless. But, she was pretty self-centered and didn’t really care about much more than fancy material items and her own reflection.

 That and every nook and cranny of your life.

 Ever since you were born your life had been dictated by her and what she wanted for you. You hadn’t even gotten to choose what figure inspired you the most for an essay you wrote. She had to pick that too.

 However, since moving out, you had gotten a sweet taste of freedom from her and it was everything you could’ve hoped for and more.

 And now that you have it, you were going to do everything you could to keep it. Even if that meant lying straight to her face.

 Your apartment building came into view and you were heading towards the door when the sound of someone running up the street caught your attention. You turned to look and noticed a tall man running towards you.

 He was scratched up and looked a little worse for wear. He was also sporting a black eye that didn’t look good either. Fear flooded your system as you started reaching for the door, keeping your eyes on him.

 The door clicked and relief washed over you like a tidal wave. Until you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder.

 “Think you could help me?”

 His voice was thick as honey and it was strained. He was panting heavily, and it sounded a little off.

 You turned and almost screamed at the person in front of you. Or, if it was even a person.

 It was a boy with normal male features, but with two ears sticking straight up out of his head. He must’ve been one of those furry people who dress up like animals and get busy with each other.

 Weird, but you weren’t one to judge people.

 Not too often, anyways.

 But, at 4:00 in the morning outside your apartment building you were feeling rather judgmental. Especially towards some stranger with dog ears.

 “What?”

 “Can you be my owner?”

 Confusion was the only emotion you felt at the moment.

 “Your owner?” You thought about it for a moment and realized it must’ve been some sort of roleplay thing. “Sorry, I’m not really into this sort of thing and we don’t know each other so-”

 “THERE HE IS!” A random man shouted from the end of the street and the sound of feet clambering up towards you was loud in your ears.

 “Shit! Please, be my owner and I’ll do anything you want. Absolutely anything, please, just pretend to be my owner,” he begged.

 You looked into his eyes and saw genuine fear. Your heart lurched as he looked petrified.

 “Anything?” You cocked your eyebrow, and watched as he nodded frantically.

 “Anything.” He confirmed for you.

 Finally, the men approached you. They were all middle aged, and unhealthily large at that. They were huffing and puffing as they came towards you and whoever the man next to you was.

 “You need to come with us, pooch,” one of the said, when he wasn’t wheezing that was.

 One of them pulled out an inhaler and then proceeded to head towards the man next to you. You blocked them with a movement of your hand. They looked at you confused until you pushed the man behind you and stepped forward, crossing your arms in front of you and putting on your best face.

 Time to put on a show.

 “What’s the meaning of this?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and scanning the men in front of you.

 “He’s an unregistered hybrid who’s been reported of indecent exposure. We need to take him in,” he said.

 “And who might you be?” You question, walking towards them with an intimidating glare. The men backed off slightly and stood up a little straighter, trying to save the pride they were losing.

 “We’re dog catchers. This hybrid needs to come with us,” he said, reaching for the man behind you again.

 You reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping anymore forward movement.

 “I think you’ll find that he doesn’t need to come with you. He’s mine, and I you can’t just take something that belongs to me.”

 The men looked at you with shocked expressions.

 “W-We weren’t aware that he had an owner, he has no collar or I.D on him.”

 “Too much of a hassle, didn’t care for it, he behaves well enough. But apparently I need to be more stern with him, thank you for chasing him back home.” You said, starting to head towards the door.

 “Wait! You need to fill out registration papers for him!”

 You turned on your heel.

 “My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N and his name is Jungkook, figure out the rest for yourselves. If I see you around here again I will call the police for harassment. I think we’re done here, come on Jungkook,” you said, walking towards the door.

 He followed you without a word and the men were left there without a word.

  You walked up to your apartment in silence. This hybrid gentleman hadn’t said anything since he had confirmed he would do anything for your assistance and you weren’t sure if he was planning on speaking anytime soon.

 When you entered the apartment he stayed outside the door, seemingly tentative towards the new space.

 “You can come in,” you said, looking at him.

 He walked in slowly before shutting the door behind you.

 It was silent for a few moments before he seemed to gather himself to speak.

 “Thank you for your help,” he said, looking down at his hands.

 “I didn’t do it for free you know,” you said, placing your hands on your hips.

 “Ah, that’s right, what did you want? I’m assuming the usual thing, am I right?” He said, walking towards you.

 “The usual what-”

 You were cut off with warm lips against your own. You were shocked before you finally got your bearings and shoved him off of you and slapping him across the face.

 He stood still and held his cheek, moderately stunned.

 “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You growled, ready to beat his ass if need be.

 He was frozen.

 “I-I’m sorry, I thought… The usual thing that people want from us hybrids is sex, it was my fault I’m sorry…”

 Guilt raised in your stomach as you watched him recover from the shock. He seemed far to used to getting hit for your liking.

 “Come here,” you said, walking over to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of ice out of the freezer and handed it to him.

 He slowly placed it on his eye and draped it down his cheek.

 “I’m sorry.”

 He shook his head.

 “It was my fault for assuming. I shouldn’t have pounced on you like that, I’m sorry,” he said once again.

 “Do you have a name?”

 You asked, looking at the rest of his wounds.

 “Jungkook?” He questioned.

 “Is that really your name?”

 “I don’t know; I’ve never had one before. It’s generally just been Hybrid #233418, for as long as I’ve been alive.”

 You felt sick. Only being known as a number, no one caring enough to give you a name. An identity to call your own.

 It was wrong and dehumanizing.

 “Do you like the name Jungkook? You can keep it or change it, I’ll call you whatever you like,” you said, walking over to the fridge for a couple bottles of water.

 “Since my owner gave me the name, I’ll keep it. Does it suit me you think?”

 You turned around and handed him a water.

 “Your owner? You mean me? I’m not your owner,” you said, setting him straight.

 “But you are, you agreed to be my owner and told the dog catchers your name,” he remembered, grabbing the bottle of water and chugging it down with gusto.

 “How do you know that was my real name?”

 He set down the bottle of water, which was now almost empty, before looking at you intently.

 “You don’t look like the kind of person that is good at lying. That’s why I trust you,” he said, giving you a cute little smile.

 “Okay, what are hybrids? I’ve never seen anyone with ears like that…” You said, staring at them with curiosity.

 Jungkook seemed to notice this and they flattened on his head slightly.

 “Hybrids? You don’t know anything about the sex industry do you?” You shook your head dumbly. “We were made for sexual purposes. Since we’re not technically human, it’s not considered prostitution. Although, some of us are bought for companions and arm candy for those in higher in society. Sometimes we’re bought as pets. But, generally, we’re a good fuck for people who can’t get any from their significant other,” he explained.

 “So that’s why you kissed me…” you said, fitting the pieces together in your mind.

 “Yes, I thought you were aware of us, but apparently I can’t assume anything with you,” he chuckled afterwards, rubbing his cheek.

 “Why were those dog catchers after you?”

 He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

 “It’s a long story. And honestly, I’m too tired to remember most of it. Basically, I was sick of fucking people every day, and for a male hybrid that’s saying something. I was tired of being treating like a piece of meat, like I didn’t matter. So I bolted one night when my client was asleep. Been on the run ever since,” he said.

 “And what was all of that about indecent exposure,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

 He blushed slightly and cleared his throat.

 “Well, just because I didn’t want to be prostituted doesn’t mean that I object to sex when it’s offered…”

 “I don’t see what that has to do with indecent exposure,” you said, giving him a look.

 “I was chased out of a very angry man’s house after sleeping with his daughter,” he said, leaning forward on the counter.

 “Good for you.”

 He laughed and the sound was almost heavenly. The longer you looked at him, you couldn’t imagine that he was ever in any kind of hardship. He had a twinkle in his eyes that just screamed trouble, and you were interested.

 “So, if you don’t want me for my skills in the bedroom-”

 You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

 “Please,” you laughed before drinking more of your water.

 Jungkook took the bait.

 “I was the most paid for hybrid since I turned legal. I don’t disappoint,” he whispered lowly, trying to be seductive.

 “Cute pup, but not going to work on me,” you said before pushing him back.

 “Fair enough, you’re a tough woman, I’ll give you that. However, that doesn’t answer the question. What do you want me for?”

 You thought it over for a few moments then looked him dead in the eye.

 “Jungkook, I need you to be my fake boyfriend.”