#instead of a flower neckline it’s a sharp collar

[alicent-archive]

they’re wearing the same smiles and looking at Rhaenyra except Lady™️ Alicent is looking at her girlfriend, and Queen™️ Alicent is looking at her divorced wife of 20 something years and someone pls run me over i beg i cannot do this any longer-

[buckets-and-trees]

Okay this sparked my whore brain, so! Which CE!water monster babe (but sexy lollll) emerges from the depths of the lake, so beyond thirsty, and has you on the shore over and over again until his thirst is quenched? 😏

Siri, I've thought about this for the last week since you dropped it in my box...

That imagery is GORGEOUS!

And perhaps that's why you were drawn in and totally unaware of the predicament you were putting yourself in...

Bolotnik Curtis spends most of his time in the cold, dark bottoms of the lake, but the humans nearby have been encroaching more and more on the territory of his people with their shipping trade, affecting their way of life below the water's surface.

content/warnings: NON-CON TO DUB-CON, kidnapping, deflowering, vaginal fingering, vaginal intercourse, teratophilia/monster fucking, tail sex, nipple play, breast worship, tail riding, cock warming, light cum play, finger sucking, anal play, breeding/no protection, breeding kink, somnophilia

He emerges from the lake a few times to take stock of the situation.

A human village, but none of them seem particularly foul - merely unaware of him and his people.

He can easily inspire fear and cooperation.

And when he sees you, daughter of one of the elders, he now not only knows how he will do it, but relishes in the possibility.

Curtis helps the medicinal flowers to flourish even more abundantly than usual on the shores of the lake. It draws you and a few others to take on the regular foraging and collection of them.

One of the evenings when you go out to collect, he draws you away from your companions by creating tiny, sparkling lights that hover and dance over the surface of the water, drawing you closer to the edge and further down the lakeshore line until you're alone.

You had come out so many evenings now that you weren't at all worried about being separated from your companions.

Tonight was like any other night.

Except that it wasn't.

Curtis had watched you more than once.

Had been waiting.

Because tonight was not like any other night.

Tonight he could smell that you were at the peak of your fertility cycle.

And so he finally emerges from the watery shadows of the shoreline, hoists you effortlessly over his shoulder, and his tail wraps around your mouth to smother your sounds of protest and fear.

Once he's pulled you into the cluster of trees, you're both hidden from view, and he puts you none to gently on the ground.

"We should be far enough away no one would hear you, but scream and I'll make you regret it."

But the hulking creature looming above you is so fearsome and alluring that it has your brain stuck for how exactly you should react at all, so your nod to be silent is all you can manage.

Parts of him are covered in mud and algae, but there are also luminescent fish scales over patches of his skin.

Skin you see much more of within seconds as he rips away his clothing, and you find yourself laying beneath a broad chest with rippling muscles that taper down to a narrower waist and his bare loins, and the hard cock that waits there has your suck in a sharp breath and look back up into his eyes in fear.

He wipes a tear away from your cheek. "I would tell you not to fret, but I do intend to use your body until even after your last ounce of energy has been expended, sweet virgin. But perhaps at some point this night, you'll cry in ecstasy instead of fear."

He thumbs away another tear, but then that thumb draws down your neck, over your collar bone, and then his hand pulls at the neckline of your simple blouse, popping buttons off, until your breasts are bared for his eager mouth.

While he lavishes feverish attention to one nipple, then the other, and back and forth again, making you writhe beneath him, his free hand pushes your skirts up, and between his hand and his tail, he rips your bloomers to shreds.

You cry out as he forces your legs apart.

His fingers play with your labia until your clit is stiff and pulsing and you're hole is slick and wet for him.

But its the tip of his tail that slips into your vagina first, and you whimper, but he's insistent in his motions. His lips and his fingers work to drive you to distractions of pleasure.

And once he switches his tail for his cock, it's still a painful breach, but one that has you arching beneath him on a silent scream, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

He sheathes himself fully inside of you, but only gives a few slow ruts in and out, rocking his hips, wanting you to be filled and feel the intrusion of his cock. Once settled, your painful grip on his arms relaxes slightly, and that's when he goes to work making you forget that you hadn't wanted or asked for this.

He rubs little circles over your clit until your walls clench and you shake with your first orgasm.

He slips his fingers into your gasping mouth and rests them on your tongue, forcing you to suck on them and taste your own juices.

The sucking soothes and lulls you into being more pliant for him. He fingers you to another orgasm, and when your second one crests and breaks, so does the rest of his lust.

He fucks you into the ground. He rolls you over and takes you from behind. He leans up against the tree and has you ride him. He torments your clit with his tail. At various points in the night, that tail also teases the tight ring of muscle between your plump ass cheeks, which he relishes in kneading.

He relishes in kneading and sucking all the spots of tender, warm flesh on your body.

You fall asleep on his chest, thoroughly exhausted, his cock still inside of you.

In the middle of the night, you wake up to his long tongue between your legs, plunging into your core, and his moans speak to his approval of the taste of your combined spend.

You whimper, and he raises his head.

"This night is far from over," he promises. "You will continue to take my seed until the dawn breaks, because I will have you growing with my child this night."

Boneless and exhausted as you are, he moves your body to his whims and desires. He has you riding his thigh, riding his tail, begging for him to fill your aching hole even though you know you shouldn't want more, but he's experimenting and ultimately exploiting every pleasurable spot of your human body, driving you to crave and keen for him.

He spills his seed into you more times than any human man could in one night.

When he draws you into the water not long before dawn, you whine when he makes to slide you off of his cock, your arms tightening around his neck and your legs around his waist. He chuckles in dark satisfaction.

"Pushed you past pleasure and into desperation, my sweet little human? Can't think of not being split open by my cock?"

You bury your head into the crook of his neck, lust and confusion battling out in your head.

He cleans you as well as he can, then carries you back to the secluded spot in the trees and lays you down on your side.

He holds you against him, petting you, cooing into your ear until he lulls you back to sleep as the sunlight breaks.

And just before you lose consciousness, he vows to come back for what's his against your brow and seals his ominous promise with one more dangerous, intoxicating kiss.

go to the fic this inspired: Never Going Back

Well... um.

I certainly didn't know exactly how that answer would go when I started, but here we are. 🥵

A/N: I wanted to do a water creature that really spoke to the imagery Siri sent in the original ask, so I scoped out some Wikipedia and ended up doing a very rough base off of the Slavic Bolotnik. So it's a "real" mythical creature with its own folklore.

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[blueparadis]

Shinji + edging you all day, denying you of your release until you beg him to cum inside of you. Gets carried away he went into breeding mode.

I miss you my sweet blue Paradis 😘 chuu~~

HUNGER ; SHINJI HIRAKO !

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Hirako places his member over her lower belly, smearing the tip with her arousal, and then, weighs his cock again aligning with her vagina murmuring, “What’re ya whining about?” He pushes the tip a little into her saying, “Aren’t you satisfied with this? You still want more?”, he speaks as if he does not know what he has been doing all this time. He speaks as if he does not wish to fuck you in all positions that a man could as if he is and will be able to keep all of it at bay.

He notices a sharp intake of breath as he pushes his cock inside her, seeing her squirm and squeeze her eyes shut. It’s amusing, really that after eating her pussy for so long, fingering her until she begged him to stop, she is still able to hold it back, that is not to cum without his permission, to keep it at bay. It is not just fucking anymore. At this point, both are eager to see how far they can push each other.

The corner of her lips curves in delight when Shinji begins to rub his length. “What’re ya so happy about?” and she had to bite her inner lip not to burst into laughter, to not let him realize how fucking needy he looked right now: skin glistening with sweat, eyes glinting with impatience and lips puffy from all the sloppy kisses he shared with her while fingering her.

“Play with your boobs.”, Shinji instructs as he watches her struggle underneath him, grabbing the bed sheets in tight knuckles, body arching in pleasure with ragged moans and all of it just not to moan loudly; just not to let anyone know that instead doing paperwork Shinji is fucking you in the dead of night. Not just anyone, just to keep it from his roommate, Aizen Souske.

She is well aware that this is only of his tricks to delay the process to have her helpless and under his control a little longer before he finally snaps yet she obeys. Shinji smirks watching her play with her boobs, pinching the nipples, biting her lower lip, and being unable to lock eyes with him. What a pretty little thing! 

And, all he is doing is pushing his cock back and forth into her soaking pussy. It’s not even halfway in yet he relishes the feeling of complete control over her. And why would he not? When one of her hands occasionally keeps flying back to her pussy, to rub it rashly, paying no heed to his warning just to get a release. 

The way her modesty keeps peeling off, slowly, like a budding flower is really tempting to watch. What a beautiful thing to witness! It is turning him on. She tries to sit upright to get more than half of his cock but is instantly pushed back upon the futon, any incoming defenses shut down by Hirako’s desperate kiss. It’s overwhelming. It’s unexpecting of him.

But Y/N gives in to his advances since she finally earned what she so badly craved. Shinji’s hands move from her inner thighs to her hands, long calloused fingers wrapping around her wrists firmly. Shinji’s lips move along her neckline to her collar bones and he ceases when he feels her hips thrusting against his; swift and sly, he would say but he is not surprised. 

“Do— you feel —good?”, she asked out of nowhere in shaky breaths. Shinji’s eyes stilling in surprise yet his grips were still firm over her. “Had your fill … hirako?” and that is when he notices her sleepy exhaustive eyes. 

“Think so.”, he says softly with a teeth-flashing grin.

Shinji hovers above her, adjusting the stack of pillows underneath her waist so that he does not accidentally sprain her while fucking, clasping her inner thighs cautiously before he begins to thrust his hips against hers. He is close, too close and it must have been all the teasing he did before. He did not take into consideration that it might have an effect on himself.

“I’m —”, and she swallows hard, body twitching tremendously as he hits her g-spot.

“Close?”, he picks up the pace, “I know you’re.”,  ignoring the fact that the skin slapping against one another is getting louder, loud enough to wake Souske up.

Her hand desperately clutches onto his arms, nails digging as worry seeps into her heart. What if. . .what if Souske wakes up? Shinji’s grip grows stronger, tummy twitching, mouth open ajar panting and rushing. He has to pull out, pull out before he finishes in her.

Shinji’s hands approach his throbbing member as he tries to pull out.“What’re you—doing? Just —cum in —me.”, Y/N manages to mutter loud enough for Shinji to hear. But it takes a while for him to register it, her words that weigh more than she realizes. His arms curl around her waist as he jocks down, his chin grazing her cleavage as he says, “As you wish.” 

He thrusts his hips with strong strokes, pacing up, hitting the perfect spot with perfect force until he empties his balls in her, pace decelerating body sluggish and exhausted; head rested on her cleavage as their breathing regularises.

Shinji moves away from her body. Silence engulfs the room for five minutes or so. His long hair strands, all in disarray as he tilts his head towards Y/N to get a glimpse of her face but all he could get was the view of her back. He pulls the cover over her naked body, to cover her yet no response. He notices the small rise and fall of her waist. ‘she fell asleep.’ he ponders as he walks up to the washroom as if he was not the reason for her exhaustion.

When he comes back, his eyes jump from the stack of papers and then onto her who is peacefully sleeping, still half-clad. He smiles as he heard her feeble snores, almost like soft purrs.

He clusters his hair and tied it in a bun like Y/N does like he noticed her doing all those times when she paid a visit in the middle of night to help him with his work and that too with her barrette.

He grabs a few papers and sits beside her on a separate futon. Before he focuses his energy to work he grazes the back of his fingers on her back. She arches and pulls the blanket over herself under the influence. His eyes land on the papers; he sees it now; he chose wrong. He should have taken you as his lieutenant and not Souske.

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[jasmindoodles]

“I’m not just another number”

Pairing: Arc trooper Fives x oc

Word count: 4.7k

Warning: None

A/N: This chapter was recently been updated, so some things have changed but its still mostly the same idea. Big thanks to my friend Alexa for helping me, couldn’t have done it without her!

Chapter: 1 | 2 |

Chp. 1- A sight to behold

Fives really didn’t have any expectations for his first mission after being promoted to arc trooper, but this certainly wasn’t it. He was on a diplomatic mission of all things. He was to accompany General Skywalker and General Kenobi. Along with him Commander Cody, Captain Rex, and Echo were also requested to come along. This was a very special mission personally requested by Senator Amidala herself. They were asked to go to a planet called “Toralu” who was interested in discussing a possible alliance. He definitely wasn’t going to complain about coming here though. On his travels he had heard rumors and whispers of Toralu’s wild, lush, and mountainous landscape. It was said to be one of the most breath-taking planets in its system.

As the dropship approached the surface of the planet the side doors opened.

Suddenly As the ship turned a ray of warm orange light seeped through the door.

“Gosh my eyes! Of course, I have to be standing right next to the door.” Fives though as he quickly raised his hand to shield his eyes. As his eyes slowly adjusted to the light, he lowered his hand to finally reveal the planet below.

“The rumors really don’t have anything on this planet” Fives admitted to himself as he gazed out the ship.

Below stood a planet with never ending golden sands and glimmering turquoise waters. From the sands bust forth black rock cliffs caped in deep green brush, flowing into low dense valleys. The Landscape was dotted with exotic Flora and flowers as far as the eye could see. The planet just screamed warmth and life. From its thick forests, delicate flowers, to its tranquil seas.  As his glimpse of the shores disappeared, he instead turned his attention to their white circular landing pad.

Alright men get ready were dropping shortly, stated Rex. Fives started gathering all his gear together.

Once the ship landed fives exited the ship in line. As he stepped down off the ship and scanned his surroundings, he immediately landed on the magnificent palace. There in the mountains stood a palace that beamed golden rays as if manifesting the sun itself. It seemingly melded and became one with the earth as vines flowed and intertwined with its many archways. The outside of The Place had wing-like glass archways that wrapped around the entirety of the building. From there rose sharp curved towers that resembled tongues of golden fire, reaching as if to touch the heavens. These towers encircled a dome of shimmering glass holding high the queen’s royal crest.

“Fives can you get your head out of the clouds and stop gawking at the planet. Hurry up and get on line, we don’t have all day” shouted Rex. Swiftly Exiting the ship behind the generals, they were immediately stopped and meet with greeters and other servants.

“Hello welcome honored quest, we are so pleased to have you on Toralu! Please take these gifts, as they are directly from the queen” stated the head Greeter. In the greeter’s hand lay a Flower clip. The flower had a crown of fuchsia petals blending into the bell-shaped purple petals below. It slowly draped down with short fuchsia vines holding little buds at the end. Please wear them when you’re in the palace as they signify that you all are special guests of the queen. If you need anything, please show this clip to any servant and your needs will be swiftly taken care of. All the servants quickly bowed and held out the flower clips to each person.

“Well at least the locals are friendly” Fives though to himself.

As they are handed the gifts, He just looks at Echo mildly amused, shrugging at one another not knowing what to do with the gifts they’ve been handed. Quickly he scrambles to find a place to clip it on him. He clips it on his belt and follows the generals down the walkway.

The group is escorted by a few of the servants down a long path that eventually leads to the palace. As the entrance slowly came into view, they noticed how heavily guarded it is. The doors were made of heavy gold being at least 3 times any human’s size. The entrance truly looked impenetrable. Once they approached the generals moved to the side to speak to one of the queen’s greeters privately. After a few moments passed General Skywalker quickly motioned for them to follow him. They followed him down a crescent shaped hallway with tall arch’s All the ceilings and adjacent archways were delicately painted with gold and elaborate paintings decorated the walls. Finally, they had reached the end of their walk as they came to stop at an impressive and imposing throne room. As they entered the first thing, they noticed an intricately crafted marble floor which led to a set of tall stairs. The stairs skillfully lead their eyes up to a large throne which sat perfectly Infront of a plethora of floor to ceiling windows.

Suddenly he noticed there were three people talking to one another off to the side, a man and two ladies. One of the women had her back to them, so he couldn’t see any of her features. Something about her though just captivated all his attention. He felt like he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.

From behind he could see she was dressed in a long floor length dress that softly swayed as she moved. The Dress was a delicate mint that slowly faded down to a bright fuchsia. The gown was also adorned with golden shoulder plates that wrapped around the back of her neck making a high collar. Her shoulder plates connected to puffy sheer sleeves that tightened around her forearms. The rest of her was hidden from his view because of her long flowing brown hair, which she had half pinned up in an elaborate headpiece.

As the greeter made their presence known to her, she turned around to greet her guests. When he finally laid eyes on her, she completely took his breath away. There were so many rumors about how breathtaking the planet was, but they had never mentioned how the people were even more so. As she gracefully walked closer, he saw how elaborately she was dressed. It finally hit him.

“Oh my Goodness she’s the queen”! Queen Kira Luana! Fives though.

With her now In full view he could soak in everything about her. She had piercing mint eyes that were calculating and gentle. He also noticed how she had multiple thin golden markings. One that curved from the top of her cheekbones down to the corners of her lips, and another that started at the bottom of her lower lip and traveled under her chin. With her gown fully in view he noticed the dress’s heart shaped neckline trimmed with gold. She also wore a gold-plated corset belt, complementing her hourglass figure. The dress fanned out into two flowing front slits giving view to her clothed legs. Her hair swayed delicately as she walked closer and making his heart race faster and faster as she grew near.

She greeted the generals first, her smooth and silky voice sending shivers down his spine. Then she turned her attention to him and his fellow clones, giving them a sweet smile. Seeing just her smile made his heart flutter and him feel knees feel weak,

‘Get a hold of yourself Fives!’ he thought scoldingly.

She asks the generals in a gentle voice “Would your troops be so kind as to remove their helmets, please? I would like to see the rest of my guests' faces.”

‘Oh no!’ He thinks.

General Skywalker tilted his head back with a smirk and a small chuckle saying “Well boys you heard the queen, remove the helmets”

As he removed his helmet, he can feel himself start to blush, making him feel more flustered.

‘It’s not like I’ve never seen a pretty girl before! What is up with me! Come on get yourself together Fives!’ He thinks to himself. She’s different though. She is the most beautiful person he’d ever laid his eyes upon. She wasn’t your typical pretty face you would meet at 79s, she is a queen. Fives stared to get the strange feeling that someone was looking at him intently. As he looked to his left, he was immediately meet with a scolding gaze from Echo. That look firmly told him to get himself together and straighten up. The queen started to speak grabbing everyone’s attention, diffusing the growing tension between Five’s and Echo.

“Oh my, who knew there were such handsome faces hidden underneath those helmets” she said as she walked past them examining them.

Any semblance of composure that Fives had gained went out the window at her words. What she said left him even more of a flustered mess then before. Kira swiftly turned back towards the General’s to discuss details about their stay on Toralu. Out of nowhere, Fives suddenly felt Echo jab his elbow into his side causing him to jump and be abruptly brought out of his daze.

Two servants then walked into the throne room and once they finished talking stepped in front of the General’s.

“Generals’ if you would please allow us, we would like to show you and your warriors to your respective rooms” said the servant’s.

“Of course, Thank you, please lead the way” Obi One said as he gestured forward. After walking down more arched golden hallways they reached their destination. They stopped in front of two side by side doors.

“These will be the rooms you’ll be staying in.”

“Generals, you both will be staying in the left room and your men will stay in the right room beside yours. I’ll show you the room inside, Kamikara will show your men their room.” The two servant’s then ushered them separately.

As the clones walked in the room, they all gawked at how lavish it was. It had high arched ceilings, windows with a view, and best of all white plush beds with mountains of pillows. Fives immediately turned around and asked the servant ‘This can’t be our room, are you sure you’ve got the right place?”  

“Oh most certainly, only the best for the Queen’s quests” Kamikara said confidently.

“Now there are fresh clean clothes on the beds for you to change into if you so wish. Also, the refresher is on the right and a gentle reminder that the queen would like to have all of your presences at dinner at 19:00”.

“Wait, does the Queen actually want us to dine with her and the generals?” Fives blurted out.  

The servant girl looked taken aback and momentarily confused but then answered, “Why yes of course, it’s customary to feast with all the guests here on Toralu.”

Fives then said with a confused look on his face “But we’re just soldiers, we’re not meant to dine with a queen.”

“To the queen it matters not what rank you are, she views everyone as her equal and wants to make everyone feel welcomed. Unless you want to upset her by not coming to dine with her?”

Cody jumped in immediately “Don’t mind my friend here, we’re just not used to being the ones invited to dine. I assure you we’ll be ready for dinner at the proper time”

Kamikara’s slight frown quickly became a large bubbly smile at Cody’s words. “Perfect! I’ll come by a few minutes before to escort you all to the dining room. In the meantime, you can relax in your room or feel free to walk around the palace, even roam around the city as well, if you so please. If you need anything, use the intercom by the door and a servant will come, there are also servants all around the palace if you are in need of assistance. Now before I take my leave, do any of you have any questions or in need of something?”

Everyone was in shock by what she had said, but then he heard Rex clear his throat and say “No, thank you ma’am, um we’re fine.”

Ok great! Well, I hope you enjoy your stay here. Kamikara said as she left the room.

Fives scoffed “Wow! I can’t believe this room is for us. Hey Cody, Rex, does this usually happen in these types of missions? You know, where we're treated like normal people.”

Cody chuckled, “Enjoy it while you can Fives.” Echo playfully shoving him in the process.

Cody started walking to the door with Rex not far behind “We’re going to go speak with the generals. You boys enjoy yourselves in the meantime.” Cody mockingly said.

Fives curiously raised his eyebrow at them as they left. Eventually though he turned and looked at Echo shrugging it off guessing whatever it was they were going to talk about, he didn’t need to know.

“You heard the captain.”

Fives made a mad dash for the bed playfully shoving Echo out of the way in the process. Once Fives reached the bed he fell back on the soft plush bed. Relishing in how soft the bed was he buried himself in the mounds of pillows. Echo just shook his head and sighed as he walked towards the refresher. Once fives heard the door shut, he sat up and thought “Well if I want to explore the room, now is the time”. As he got up and walked around the room, he noticed a large balcony thru a frosted glass door. As he opened the door to the balcony, his face was hit by a warm gentle breeze. The wind carried the sweet smell of exotic flowers and the salty bite of the sea.

“Man, I just can’t get enough of this smell” Five’s though as he took in a large deep breath.

He felt the tension leave his neck and shoulders as all his senses took in the flora and beach that laid in his view. Behind him he heard Echo open the door to the refresher, slowing walking back in the room. Fives walked towards the door and leaned on its frame. “Echo you have got to see this view it’s amazing!”

“Ok, well if you would move your big butt out of the door then maybe I would!” Echo said with a playful smirk.

Just as Echo reached the door Cody opened the Front door with Rex in tow. Immediately Echo and Fives stopped and straightened up getting in line. “What are our orders Commander?”

There are none for right now, the generals are going to speak with the Queen, so I suggest you both should take this opportunity to rest up.”

“Yes sir!” Both Echo and Fives then relaxed and moved over to sitting down on their beds.

Echo quickly got comfortable lounging back on his bed. “Finally, I’m going to get a chance to read up on my data pad.”

Fives just shook his head while saying under his breath “Echo I think you were left in your growth chat too long.”

Fives slowly laid down on the soft bed. “Honestly it feels so strange laying on something so comfy. I don’t know, maybe I’m just too used to our rocks for beds.” As he got comfortable his eyes slowly grew heavier and heavier, until eventually Fives was fast asleep.

Fives bolted up from his sleep in a panic, sweat slowly dripping down his brow. ‘ It was just a nightmare” fives panted. “Gosh what time is it.” Taking a quick glance at the clock he noticed almost 2 hours had passed by, fortunately there was still plenty of time before dinner. Scanning the room he looked over to where Echo should be on his bed, but it was empty. Cody and Rex were nowhere to be seen. “I wonder if I should comm them?”As he reached to grab his comm fives thought, “ Wait… they may be in negotiations with the general’s and queen, best not bother them.” As fives pondered it hit him. “I know I’ll bother Echo!” he grabbed his comm an dialed.

“Hey Echo, where are you?”

“Oh, I’m in the art gallery.”

“Art gallery?”

“Yeah, I wanted to learn more about the culture of Toralu and there just so happened to be a gallery in the palace. It’s got so much interesting art and it's full of fascinating cultural pieces, ooooh wow like this unique plant life ....” Echo’s voice trailed off as something grabbed his attention and distracted him from the conversation. As Fives stood there waiting for Echo to regain his focus he rolled his eyes, growing in his frustration.

“Echo! Just tell me how to get to you?!” he impatiently shouted.

“Oh that’s easy, when you leave the room take a left down the hall, then walk a little and take a right and to your left there should be a large fountain, it’s right on the other side of it.”

“Finally! Ok, I’m coming to you.”  

If he remembered right, there were supposed to be two servants alongside two guards on either side of the hallway. Coming out of the room he looked left and right, and just as he thought there were two servants alongside two guards on either side of the hallway. He turned left out of his door and respectfully nodded at the guards and servant’s as he walked past them. After some time of walking down the hallway, fives started to notice what looked like two entrances on the right.

“That can’t be right! Echo never mentioned two entrances.”

Running his hands through his hair in frustration fives sarcastically huffed “This is just great!

Finally calming down fives leaned back against the wall pushing his head back, “Ok think, what should I do? I could comm Echo but who knows how long it would take to get an answer out of him. Or I could just go for it since I do have a fifty-fifty chance.”

Running his hand over his temples and through his hair he reluctantly came to the conclusion “I’m just going to go for it and choose the closest entrance. What’s the worst that could happen anyways?

Walking down the hall for a few minutes fives let out a long frustrated sigh “This is taking way too long, I should have reached the fountain already.”

“It’s got to be just around the corner, this place can’t be that big” thinking to himself in denial.

After walking for what seemed like forever, he saw a grand entrance at the end of the hallway. Getting closer he noticed the entry archway had massive marble pillars covered in vines sprinkled with small purple flowers. Past the archway laid a well-manicured courtyard and a magnificent view of the ocean. Taking in the elegant scenery fives thought,

“Echo never said anything about this place but maybe the gallery entrance is somewhere around here?” As he scoured for anything that looked like the entrance to the art gallery, he suddenly heard voices. Being curious he followed the voices and straight away stumbled upon the queen and her advisers. 

Panic sets in and he rushes back to the hallway hiding behind the wall, he peaks around the corner and sees she’s turned opposite to him, talking with her advisers. ‘Why am I so nervous?! Also why am I hiding?’ Thinking to himself, he notices another entrance on the other side of the opening and looks back where the queen was. She was still distracted talking, so he took his chance and tried his best to look inconspicuous but just a few steps in and the queen noticed. 

“Excuse me!” Fives winced and stopped dead in his tracks.

“You’re one of general Skywalker’s troopers, correct?” Going into autopilot Fives turns around while straightening himself answering “Yes sir. Arc trooper Fives at your service.” 

Fives relaxed enough to lay his gaze upon the one asking the question and  there in front of him stood in all her beauty, Queen Kira Luana. Making his breathing hitch and sending his heart racing.

She smiles at him sweetly and starts walking towards him. ‘By the force she’s beautiful!’ He thinks to himself, clenching his fist tighter as she gets closer. He keeps his eyes looking straight forward for fear that if he looked directly at her he would crack.

She stops in front of him and asks in a very gentle and smooth voice “are you lost Fives?” He can feel lightning crawling up his spine at her saying his name so gentle, making him weak at the knees. So in tranced by her words he almost doesn’t answer her, stuttering for a response he clears his throat “Um n-no your highness, I-I was uhh going to the visitors art gallery! Haha” ‘Wow! Really Fives!? That sounded so stupid!’

She smiles endearingly up at him humming. ‘Oh my force! Stop it woman!! Are you trying to give me a heart attack’

“Well if you’re going to the visitors art gallery you’re going in the complete opposite way.” Now she’s just smirking at him. Embarrassed now, he tries to act confident “I knew that, I just wanted to take a detour is all, considering how beautiful this palace is.” Smiling like a buffoon.

Raising an eyebrow at him she says in response “You have no idea where you are, do you?

Realizing he’s been figured out, sighs “Forgive me your highness, I think I might’ve taken the wrong turn, if you could just point me in the direction of the gallery and I’ll be out of your way.” Says defeatedly.

She looks pass him down the hallway and says “I could” then looks back at him “But first I have a favor to ask of you.” Looking back at him.

Confused he stutters to ask “uhh umm what w-would that favor be, your highness?” Trying to give a dashing smile but failing in the process.

At that she smiles again at him “ Would you mind walking with me to the gardens?”

He raises his eyebrows not knowing to respond,” uhhh-“ before he can answer she cuts him off saying “ If you don’t want to, that is fine I understand, you are probably tired and would like to rest.” Looking a little disappointed. He immediately jumps to says “N-No! I-I w-would love too! It would be an honor!” At that she instantly perked up, smiling once again. Before they start walking she turns back to her advisers and dismisses them. Turning back to Fives she grabs his arm, making him blush to the point where he has to turn his head the other way so she wouldn’t notice.

As they walk in unison Fives sorta starts to calm his heartbeat, until the queen starts talking. “I hope your rooms are to your liking, I’ve never had clones stay at my palace before, so I wasn’t exactly sure what you all would like.” Fives almost choked on his own saliva at what he was hearing, but quickly composed himself. “Trust me it is more than fine. Thank you, your highness. You didn’t have to do that for us clones, we’re used to far less.” Ending his statement with a nervous laugh.

“That’s... Disheartening to hear, you and your men are what’s holding up the Republic’s side of the war alongside the Jedi. Surely you should be recognized for your hard work, right? You all are putting your lives on the line and should be treated with the highest regard; although I know war is not a very accommodating situation. ” Looking at him with concern.

“That’s very kind of you to think that of us, your highness. But we are just another weapon of the Republic, we’re meant to be expendable. Me and my brothers aren’t even considered living beings to some.” He looks away as he says that, clenching his jaw.

Kira looking upset at his words “But that is not true! How could someone or anybody for that matter look at you and think you are not a living being? It’s outrageous!!” Fives response “Maybe it’s because others don’t understand or just don’t know, some look down upon us because we are genetically made instead of naturally born, like the rest of the galaxy.”

Thinking on what he says the queen takes a deep breath and exhales as she begins again “ I’m sorry about that, truly I am. No one or thing should be treated like that. Me and my people, we are taught to value all living beings whether they are born through the will of the force or genetically made. Know that even though my planet is neutral and does not participate in this war, you and your brothers are valued in my eyes and in the eyes of my people.” Fives a bit shocked goes on “ Thank you, your highness. That means a lot coming from someone such as yourself.”

“ All who meet you should be thanking you and your brothers for your sacrifices” bringing her hand to her chin in a thinking pose, she responds “ and I thank you for telling me this, I’ll have to take it into consideration for when I make my decision.”

“Pardon?” he was a bit confused at her words. She looks back at him “ oh do not worry, just know you have opened my eyes to a world unbeknownst to me, I thank you for that.” Looking forward again.

“If I may ask your highness, how do you treat your soldiers?”

“Well for one, we do not call them soldiers, we call them Makakoin warriors and they are treated with the highest respect. They’re specially chosen and put into training from a very young age. From the Makakoin warriors only a few are selected to actually be the queen's royal bodyguards. It requires even harsher training that not everyone can withstand. The ones who become warriors are given one of the highest honors and in return they honor and benefit their families. It’s quite different from the Republic who mass-produce soldiers and from what you told me, see you as nothing but weapons. I mean no offense by that.”

That last part makes him chuckle a little “ None taken, us clones are  just the republics means to an end. Many beings view us as disposable instruments of war but a few appreciate and value us for who we are. What you speak of though has many similarities to how our Jedi are selected.   

“Exactly! Our training and beliefs are very similar to the Jedi and we greatly respect their methods of training.'' 

“Now, it’s my turn to ask a question” She looked at him with mischief in her eyes, which made simultaneously excited and nervous. “Oh dear, please your majesty have mercy on me.” Saying it in a playful way which made her giggle and that made him blush again but also feel pride in knowing he was the cause for that lovely sound, he 

had to bite his bottom lip to keep himself from smiling like a giddy little boy. “Hmm you’ve peaked my interest Fives.”

“I hope that’s a good thing.” as they keep on with their conversation he becomes more relaxed and has this weird fuzzy feeling inside.

___________

Meanwhile echo was starting to get a bit concerned that he hasn’t seen Fives yet. ‘He should have been there by now!’ Echo thinks while he’s looking around the gallery. As he does so a servant notices him and asks if everything is ok. “Yes, I’m just looking for my brother.” He goes to exit the gallery in an attempt to find his mischievous brother. ‘Ugh he probably got lost, the fool! Frustrated, he goes down to the fountain to see if by some chance he’s there, but sadly he wasn’t. He goes to com him but he doesn’t answer “oh come on Fives answer me!” But no response. So he coms Rex to see if by some miracle Fives was with him.

“What is it, Echo?”

“Sir, is Fives with you?”

“No. I thought he was with you. Please don’t tell me he’s run off somewhere unsupervised.”

Echo can hear the dread in his voice “Well, uhh about that sir...”

“I don’t want to hear it, just go find him and come back to the room.”

“Yes sir, Roger that!”

[2pcontinued]

A Silent Symphony

Standing at the edge of a ballroom, the beautiful golden chandelier holding many bright candles that illuminated the entire room, you watched longingly at the dance floor. How you wished to be there, waltzing the night away with a handsome stranger. Of course, you could, but lord knows you would be in a load of trouble for doing so. So for now, you simply watched. At least your uniform was cute, even if it was a but uncomfortable. A pair of black mary-janes were shown on your feet, while on your actual body you wore a black frilly dress that stopped at just below your knees, with a white band going around and cinching your waist, and short puffy sleeves that connected to the more modest version of a sweetheart neckline that was also decorated with frills. A pair of plain white stockings covered your legs. Your hair was pulled into a low bun, tied with a white ribbon, and you wore white gloves over your usual rough hands, due to the labor the master of the estate required you to do. Little did you know, a pair of eyes were watching you from afar, staring intently at your simplistic figure, with a look of interest.

Some time later, while you were escorting a guest to their designated room in the estate due to them drinking a little too much of the selection of refreshments you served during the ball, you had walked up to the third floor of the mansion to drop them off. Once you had left them in their room a drunken mess, you started to begin to go back to the party to finish the rest of your job. As you were walking back down the stone staircase, a small melody filled your ears. It was very quiet, almost nonexistent, but still prevalent enough for you to be able to hear it clearly. You stopped in your tracks for a moment, unable to choose your next course of action, yet settled on a decision mere seconds later. Nodding your head, you decided to follow the sound. You knew this land like the back of your hand, so nothing you discovered would be new to you, not to mention, you were always doing the same thing all the time every day, so a change of pace would be inviting. Your shoes clacked against the stone pavement of the stairs you were walking up, currently leading you to the second to last floor, floor five. Once you had arrived at your destination, you opened the brown wooden door at the top of the flight of stairs, and walked down the corridor slowly, making every step you made as silent as possible. The music only got louder. The wallpaper decorating the hallway was a lovely blush pink, with a small off-white stripe marking every every six inches or so of the wallpaper. The floor now had baby blue carpeting, a color you had always found to be joyous and quite adorable, the color itself expressing youth and innocence without even using a picture. Passing every door, you noticed that the music was coming from the very last door at the end of the hallway. It didn’t exactly make sense, since that room had always been vacant every time you had cleaned it, but it wouldn’t hurt to check. It’s not like you got a bad feeling from the situation anyway, because if it had, you would have stopped a long time ago. You trust your instinct with every fiber of your being, as it has never steered you wrong before.

Reaching the final door, pure white with small pink roses decorating the edges, you grabbed the brass knob, and turned it in your hand gently. Pushing the door open, a beautiful scene filled your sight. The usually ugly fading avocado green wallpaper had been replaced with a pristine white wallpaper instead, as the moon lit up every dark crevice of the room. Gold trimmings decorated the connecting area of the floor and wall, and a large white and gold rug covered part of the floor, as a shiny dark brown hardwood floor peeked from underneath the item. On the left side of the room, trays upon trays of pastries and the most delicious smelling sweets sat on top of a table with a white tablecloth, and pink roses occasionally decorated the table, completely snipped from their stems and the flowers left untouched and oddly  perfect. The finest wines and drinks stood next to the sweets on the table, along with a chocolate fountain, what you may say is arguably the best addition to any dessert table. A large window removed of it’s glass with a curved top allowed the full moon to show, it’s holy light shining upon the magnificent display before you. A man stood near this window, not very tall in height, only reaching about 5’6 at most. His back was facing you, however you could see his strawberry blonde hair glisten in the moonlight.

“Excuse me sir, I don’t think you’re allowed to be here.” You spoke, a little unease in your voice, due to the stranger standing across the room from you. He turned around, and you were able to fully take in his features.

What he lacked in height, he made up for in pure and absolute beauty. Extremely fair skin, slightly littered with freckles, as well as deep and sensitive eyes that resembled the color of sapphires when the sunlight hit them, filled your view. Thin, yet plump pink lips with a slight cupid’s bow as their shape, and a button nose that looked almost too tempting to touch with the tip of your finger. His eyebrows, slightly bushy yet well groomed, and long eyelashes framed those mesmerizing eyes of his. His face was slightly rounded, with his chin coming to a small point, his body looking a bit plump and more on the well-fed side, showing his status in society, and providing an explanation for his adorable somewhat chubby cheeks. He was wearing a soft pink waistcoat with a matching pink tailcoat, and a baby blue bow tie. A white wing-collared dress shirt was tucked into neatly pressed cream-colored pants, and he was wearing white gloves, while on his feet were white dress shoes. My god, was he gorgeous. And he was staring directly at you.

A smile graced his perfect lips, yet he didn’t expose his teeth. The music continued to play in the background.

“I’m terribly sorry, my dear, but I was hoping that I could stay a bit longer in here, if you don’t mind.” His voice had an English accent, something that charmed you further about this man.

“Actually, I don’t mind at all.’ You had no idea what you were saying, of course you minded, you could get punished for this, but something about the air around you made you change your mind. ‘I’ll leave you to it, then. Excuse me for interrupting.”

As you were about to grab the doorknob to leave again, a sharp wind passed you and you felt your freehand being grasped in another’s.

“I would actually enjoy it, if you stayed for a little while with me. I don’t like to be alone.” His hand was freezing cold, as if you were holding a cube of ice instead of the hand of another person. His voice was genuine and softened, showing that he wasn’t lying. At least you hoped he wasn’t.

Nodding your head, he didn’t let go of your hand, but instead turned you around to face him, palm touching palm, fingers intertwined. Your face burned up like the Sahara during the day.

He smiled at you, teeth barely exposed, but enough to show off some of his pearly whites. Even his teeth were perfect.

“Shall we dance?” He asked, and due to the close proximity, you could smell the faint scent of strawberry coming off of the man. You were so close, you could nearly count every single one of his individual freckles on his face. Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad way to spend a lazy early morning.

“Yes, we may.” He gave you a reassuring look, then the song began to change. Wait, there was no piano or record player, so who was playing the music? You had no time to think, as he pulled you closer to him, you started to shift and turn in synchronization, one-two, one-two, feet moving together gracefully. Your dress swished all around you, and you could feel the air blowing past your face as you two moved together swiftly. It seemed as though he had you under a trance, your movements completely mimicking his, following his lead completely, not even thinking about anything else but the dance and keeping up with him. As the song began to end, he dipped you down, and you could feel his face nearing the left side of your neck, at a steady pace, slowly but surely making it’s way to the tender meat that was your flesh. Your eyes were closed softly, your head falling back, somewhat sleepy in your state, not fully conscious in a way.

Once he had gotten close enough, he began to open his mouth, and sink his teeth into your delicate skin. Close, so close he could almost taste it, which he could. Almost. Just as his fangs were about to pierce your skin, your eyes pushed themselves open, a look of anger written on your face, and you glared at him. You snapped your neck and head back up while he maneuvered his away from yours to avoid your head impacting his, and messily pushed him away from your body. The blonde looked surprised, and a little amused, to say the least. 

You lifted your leg up and attempted to kick him, yet in a flash, he was gone again, in front of the window you had found him in when you first walked through the door. Raising your fists up to protect yourself, your gaze hardened and eyebrows furrowed, as a hard frown set itself upon your features.

“Who are you, and what did you do to me, you sick man.” Your voice held no hesitation and no fear. You were ready to kick someone’s ass if need be.

The man simply giggled, and grinned at you, revealing his full set of teeth.

“My god..” You whispered to yourself, as you saw rows of fangs lined up on the sides of his mouth, the sharpness of them terrifying you to no end.

“What’s wrong, poppet? Are you surprised?’ His voice came out like velvet, yet held a dark undertone that you despised. He continued. ‘Let me introduce myself, then, to the pretty lady.”

As he said that, he jumped backwards into the window and landed slowly, floating like a feather onto the ledge, and bowed his head down to reach his waist, then lifted his head back upright. His tailcoat swished dramatically behind him. What a show-off.

“I am Oliver Kirkland, a powerful vampire! And you were supposed to be my next meal, my dear.” This part caused your eyebrows to rise and your shoulders to tense, but you stood your ground. No way in hell you were backing down now. Even if his voice got oddly high-pitched during this moment, and it aroused worry in your body.

“However, you, my love, resisted my charms at the last minute. How fun!’ He paused for effect, and lifted his right hand to his chin, stroking it thoughtfully, before he begun again. ‘I have a feeling we will meet again, dearest (Y/n), so, until then! Toodle-loo!” And with the wave of his hand, he was completely gone, as if he vanished in mid-air.

When he left, the entire room changed once more. The walls returned to it’s previous deteriorated state, the floors dusty and rickety, creaking under your body weight, and the treats gone. The room was completely silent.

“How did he know my… Where was the music coming from…” You questioned yourself aloud, knowing that you would probably never find the answers if he didn’t give you the answer. Well, this was beginning to get a bit too personal for you. Collapsing against the aforementioned nasty green wallpaper-covered wall, you sat on the floor, your knees pressed against your chest, the moonlight seeping inside from the window barely hitting the tips of of your shoes. A chill ran down your spine. You might need a drink or two to finally begin to process what had just happened.

(This is for anon! My first ever halloween event request fulfilled, so thank you for allowing me to fulfill your request, and have a lovely day!)

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Chaebols: The Arrangement Pt3

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Length: 6k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x OC

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The lighting was just right in the dining room. In one spot, on the table at the end furthest from the kitchen, with her back to the hallway door, it was just perfect. Jae-eun threw a sheet over the table cloth, set up her isle and arranged the beautiful summer flowers her father-in-law sent her, until they looked just how she wanted. With earbuds in, music turned up and supplies in place, she took pastel chalk to paper.

Jae-eun had been fighting the urge since the guys had been over for dinner a couple of months before. Her art had been something she stuffed in a box and set aside because it was what her parents asked, but she no longer lived in her parent’s house. She was grown and married, and here she could breath. She hadn’t even asked Kyungsoo his opinion. Once she had seen the rich blues, pinks and yellows framed by green stems and leaves, in a matte pink glass vase with an English “J” etched on it, she knew she had to do it.

It was her soul, splattered on canvas. Jae-eun always compared her art to music, like a choir. Each hue voiced its own sound, some loudly, some muted, some sharp and others flat, all coming together in a chorus of color. She was completely engulfed in the drawing, using her fingers to pull some of the color away or spread it around. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, stands breaking free brushing across her face, tickling her nose. Time was lost for her.

Until she stepped back to take a better look and finally caught sight of the figure beside her. Jae-eun gasped at Kyungsoo’s intense stare and started to back away, forgetting she had set the box of supplies on the floor beside her. She hit the box with her heel and her momentum sent her careening over it. With wide eyes, Kyungsoo lunged forward to catch her, but he miscalculated and lost his balance as well.

There was no stopping it now, Jae-eun squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the impact. They crashed to the floor but with less pain that she had anticipated. Kyungsoo was wrapped around her, a hand cradling her head and the other lay under her shoulders. He held as much of his weight off her as possible, but his head was tucked into her neck and he lay motionless. Panic coursed through her.

“Kyungsoo, are you okay,” she asked as she pulled the earbuds from her ears.

He moaned in response, lifting his head and leaning on the arm that was under her. His face was too close, his eyebrows furrowed, two dimples appearing just above the thick masses. Dark eyes looked lazily over her face, and Jae-eun’s breath hitched just slightly. Kyungsoo made no move to get up, instead his hand slid from behind her head and he dragged the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. It was just a light graze, it shouldn’t mean much, but then Kyungsoo had never touched her like this before.

There had been a little caress or sometimes he would hold her hand, things that sold the lie, but it was always in public and only within the lines of what Kyungsoo was comfortable displaying. In private, he always kept a distance. Now, he was touching her, with a look on his face she had never seen before, while they were so close they were practically existing in the same space. Jae-eun’s heart raced, she could feel the heat rise in her cheeks, and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t take her eyes away from him.

He raised an eyebrow as he held up his thumb for her to see. Jae-eun erupted in laughter, bringing up her free hand to hide the embarrassment of being caught with chalk all over her face. As if it was against his will, a smile crept up on Kyungsoo’s face, and he lifted himself up, sitting back on his knees, extending his hand to help her sit up.

“It’s pastel chalk, my hair kept falling in my face and it itched.” She tried rubbing the back of her hand across her face to wipe it off.

“You’re making it worse,” he chuckled. His hands moved to her face again, gently brushing the color away from her forehead, her cheeks, the bridge of her nose and of course her bottom lip. His eyes narrowed as he focused intently on the smears. “It’s not coming off.”

Jae-eun smiled. He looked like a pouting child, trying to make the color disappear. “It’s okay, it will wash off.”

Kyungsoo dropped his hands then, looking over the spilled contents of the tote. “What is all of this?”

Jae-eun picked up paint tubes and brushes, throwing them haphazardly into the tote. Most of it was old and had gone bad. She would need to go through and throw most of it away and make a list of what needed to be replaced. “It’s my old art supplies. I haven’t been through this in years.”

“Most of it looks like trash,” he noted as he helped Jae-eun refill the box.

“It probably is. Some of this I even had in college. I had to be sparing with my supplies then because my dad would only pay for my business program, so, I moved into a small apartment with a roommate, worked full time to pay bills and buy what I needed and used my living stipend to double major. My parents were so mad when they saw the art degree that they made me box all of it up and threatened to throw it out if I got back in it.” She explained, “I’m sorry, I should have asked if it was okay to do it in here, but the lighting was just right and your dad sent me those beautiful flowers.”

“Why would you need to ask, this is your home. Do what you want.” He shook his head, “Wait, did you say my dad sent you flowers?”

Jae-eun nodded, “Yes, to thank me for having lunch with him yesterday.”

“You had lunch with my dad yesterday?” He seemed genuinely surprised by this, “I guess that’s why he canceled on me.”

“I usually have lunch with your dad a couple of times a week.” She threw the last of the supplies into the tote and stood up, Kyungsoo followed. Jae-eun pointed to the flowers on the table, “aren’t they beautiful?”

“I didn’t know my dad liked you so much.” He seemed puzzled about this, his brows furrowed again as he looked over the elegant bouquet that was obviously pricey.

“He’s my favorite person in the entire world. I like him better than I like you.” She flashed him a toothy grin.

“Haha,” he huffed sarcastically. “Did you forget about our work dinner tonight?”

“No,” she grabbed his wrist to check his watch. Every three months, all the Ganghan directors attended a dinner party at Kyungsoo’s parents house to discuss business in a less formal setting. His father had started it when he first took over the company and it became a tradition. This was the first one she would attend. “I still have plenty of time. I’ll just put this away and get ready…”

“Leave it,” he cut her off, “it’s nice.”

Jae-eun smiled, “You just complemented me,” she stated proudly.

Kyungsoo pursed his lips in annoyance. He took her by the shoulders, moving her until she was in front of the dining room door, then he turned her around and lightly shoved her out the door.

She showered quickly, curling her hair and arranging it so that it cascaded to the side off her shoulder. She dawned a dusty-rose colored fitted bodycon dress with a Queen Anne neckline. She had talked to Sehun about having the dress designed to match the shirt she had made for Kyungsoo. It was a color she had recently become fond of.

Kyungsoo was waiting in the foyer for her, dressed in gray slacks and a black dress shirt.

“That color suits you.” He looked her over and though she didn’t know why, it made her feel fluttery.

Jae-eun untied Kyungsoo’s tie, “Maybe, but it definitely suits you, which is why I had it made.”

She threw the tie over her shoulder and started for the buttons of his shirt. Kyungsoo stood uncomfortably still as she pulled his shirt off. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, the goal isn’t for you to undress. I had a dress shirt made for you.” She walked to the coat closet and pulled out a dress shirt Sehun had made. It was similar to the color of his lips. She had noticed the exquisite color the first time they had dinner with his friends. Jae-eun had a feeling the color would look good on him.    

“I’ll match you.” He said matter-of-factly. This seemed to concern him.

“No, I’ll match you. My dress was made as a complement to your shirt.” She held the shirt up and he slipped his arms into it. Jae-eun sat the shirt up on his shoulders and let him button and tuck it then she turned up the collar and slipped his tie back on.

He watched her as she worked, “You’re really good at this.”

“I better be, I trained all my life for it.” She said as she tightened the knot, “I called Jongdae while I was getting ready, I’m really worried. He’s drunk again, and more often than not when I call. His little study friend from school, So-young is with him, and she promised to get him home safely, and Minseok is going to stop by to make him coffee in the morning, but I would still like to check on him when dinner is over.”

Jae-eun was terrified that Jongdae would self-destruct soon, his entire life had changed over-night, and he didn’t seem to be adjusting. Everyone was trying to keep an eye on him and pitch in when he drank too much.  

“Of course.” Kyungsoo replied.

Jae-Eun smoothed his collar back down and whisked away the one stubborn strand of hair on his head that always fell out of place. “I think you’ve complemented me three times today. It’s a record. If you keep this up I may think you actually like me a little.”

“I’m just trying to butter you up for our eventual argument tonight.” The corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk.  

“You’re scheduling our arguments now?”

“We’re going out in public, Jae-eun. That always ends up in an argument.” He adjusted his tie until it was comfortable and Jae-eun retrieved her clutch from the table.

“Good point.” She laughed. Then she took him by the shoulders, like he did when he sent her to get ready and turned him to the mirror that hung on the wall, “Then here is my pre-fight complement, you look amazing in that shirt.”

Kyungsoo shrugged turning back to Jae-eun with little consideration to his appearance, “I need you to do something for me.”

The worry lines that spread across his forehead amused Jae-eun. He was so careful, planed everything, she loved keeping him on his toes. Watching him attempt to account for what she may do was one of her favorite things. She raised an eyebrow.

“Some of the directors are old friends of my dad’s. They are old fashioned and have some outdated opinions, so could you please just sit there and look lovely and keep your opinions to yourself tonight?”

The worry now marred every feature of his handsome face and though the request made anger pound in her chest, she knew she should do as asked. It was one thing to drive him crazy at home, but his business was something that would always be off limits. She needed him to succeed, and if keeping her mouth shut at a business dinner would be helpful, she would super glue it shut.

“If that’s what you need.” She agreed.

“It is. Now are you ready to go?”  He asked as he held the door open for her.

***

 Kyungsoo had been right. About the outdated opinions of old men, and about their eventual fight.

And Jae-eun was in a lot of trouble.

They rode home from Jongdae’s in a horrible, thick silence that had Jae-eun bouncing her leg and tapping her fingers in a nervous fidget.

Jongdae had been drunk in bed mumbling about how much he loved her and Kyungsoo and how she had to promise she would never leave him. So-young was hunkered down on his couch for the night, so Jae-eun didn’t feel so bad about leaving him, though she wished she could have made the excuse to stay so that she wouldn’t have to deal with the backlash of her stupidity.

She had tried. She sat as quietly as possible, answered in short, to-the-point statements, and only held conversations with Sehun, who was the director of their fashion brand, or Kyungsoo’s parents. But she hadn’t been able to contain the scoff when the Director of Advertising made a ridiculous pitch. She tried to play it off when he called her out.

“Do you disagree, Madam Do?”

“No, of course not.” She could feel Kyungsoo relax beside her at the response.

But the man had pushed, and she let him have it, promptly telling him how absurd it was to market house hold cleaning products to women only. What was she supposed to do? She had played it off, but the old geezer insisted she give her opinion. She had tried to wiggle out of it once more, but the Director continued to insist.

“Okay, yes, I disagree. Statistics show that more and more men are staying home or having a more active role at home, so tailoring the ad to only women would have us missing out on a growing market. The company will lose money because you believe a man should work and a woman should stay at home.”

Jaen-eun had felt the tug of Kyungsoo’s hand on her elbow, then a slight squeeze, prompting her to be quiet. She did as he asked, even as the conversation continued, even after Mi-sun, with all her motherly-glow, agreed with her. Even when the Director called her insolent and disrespectful. That man’s opinion of her didn’t matter to her in the least.

Kyungsoo on the other hand was furious.

“You are the one that’s disrespectful, Director.” Kyungsoo interrupted.

The man scoffed, “How can you call me disrespectful, I’ve worked for your father faithfully for all these years. Only now, near the end of my life am I retiring and taking some time for myself and my family.”

“You can keep telling everyone that, but do you honestly think I don’t know that you are retiring here and going to our competitor who’s offered you more money? And before you try to deny it, I wouldn’t have brought it up without proof, so we can skip the innocent act.” Kyungsoo thundered. “I was going to discuss this with you separately but since you think it’s okay to insult my wife and embarrass her in front of all our directors, I’m done caring about you feeling humiliated.”  

Jae-eun’s heart pounded against her ribcage. She had grown accustomed to his anger being directed at her, but to see it aimed, rightfully so, at someone else, watching him defend his business, defend her, was thrilling. Her husband was damn fine when he was angry. And she wasn’t all together too happy about that thought.

“I knew it was a mistake for the former CEO to offer you a contract without a non-compete clause.” He nodded respectfully to his father, “But your friendship was more important than that to him. It’s no matter, because I’ve decided you can spend your last month with us preparing our new advertising director to take over.”

“But we haven’t hired a new director yet.” The Director stated, “I’m starting the process of interviewing next week…”

Kyungsoo cut him off, “That won’t be necessary. I’ve been trying to find a place for Jae-eun within the company and after what I’ve just heard I think she would be a perfect fit for the position.”  

Jae-eun froze. Her mind must have wondered off during the conversation, she thought Kyungsoo just said she would be the new director.

“I won’t stand for this, Do Kyung-chul are you going to let this disrespectful child behave in such a manner?” The director complained.

“Kyungsoo,” his father’s voice boomed, echoing across the dining hall so loudly it made Jae-eun jump.

She had never heard Kyung-chul speak so loudly, or sound so angry. Jae-eun regretted opening her mouth in the first place. Now, not only had she caused this commotion, but Kyung-chul was upset and Kyungsoo would be in trouble with his father. Curse her opinions. Why couldn’t she just keep her mouth shut like he had asked.

But Kyungsoo didn’t falter, “Yes, father.”

“Good job, son. I whole-heartedly agree with your decision.”

Jae-eun turned to him in surprise.

“That is, if Jae-eun wants the position.” He smiled at her, and Jae-eun once again thought he was her favorite person in the world.

“Yes, father, I’ll do my best.” She bowed her head to him.

The director spoke up again. “You can’t do this, I will not help that girl.”

Kyung-chul turned his attention back to the director, “You will do it. Need I remind you, you still have one month left on the revised contract that stipulated your retirement in which I agreed upon when I still held your friendship in high regards.”

Jae-eun marveled as Kyung-chul declared he’d sue if the director didn’t comply. Pride for her husband and father-in-law swelled in her chest. One thing that she couldn’t deny was the men in this family took care of their own. Kyungsoo was sure to be angry with her, but it didn’t stop him from standing up for her and his own business when either was threatened.

Warmth invaded her thoughts as he slipped his hand into the one she had resting in her lap. Jae-eun gazed as his fingers entwined with hers. It was foreign to her, their hands together, but she realized just how perfectly her hand fit in his, the contrast of her almond colored skin and his darker beige, her delicate fingers laced between his longer, callused ones.

There were times, like this, when he felt right. When it didn’t feel like part of an act. It seemed like an unconscious act as he was more focused on the conversation than the thumb that rubbed circles into the back of her hand. Sometimes it bothered her, she didn’t like feeling connected to him. He seemed intent on making them both miserable. But sometimes, she could catch little glimpses of the real Kyungsoo, the one his family was so proud of, the one his friends loved, and those moments were etching themselves into her very being. She craved the part of him that he kept hidden from her, and that was the most dangerous thing Jae-eun could do.

The director, having been thoroughly chastised by Kyung-chul, left the dinner. When the party was wrapping up, Kyungsoo stepped away from her, searching out his father to discuss everything. Sehun made his way to her side.

“Noona, I think I love you, run away with me.” He whispered in her ear. Jae-eun giggled at his request.

“Sehunnie, we would have a great love affair, but I would only break your heart in the end.” She beamed up at him.

Sehun congratulated her on setting the old crab in his place like so many others had wished to do. They chatted a while longer, about how well Kyungsoo’s shirt fit and how the color suited him just as she had thought, she spoke with her father-in-law who congratulated her, and as the people started dwindling, Kyungsoo collected her so they could leave.

  When they were closed in the back seat of their car, the driver making his way to Jongdae’s, Jae-eun finally spoke.

“I’m sorry…”

“Just don’t.” he snapped.

Jae-eun clamped her mouth shut. She knew he would be mad, and just as he told her before they left, tonight they would fight.

“Just pretend everything is fine. Hyung doesn’t need to deal with us fighting.” Kyungsoo mumbled, “but I will tell you this. The decision to bring you in as advertising director didn’t have anything to do with tonight, Dad and I have been discussing this for a while. You seem to have a good eye for it. But this is your only chance, if you screw this up, you won’t have anything to do with Ganghan again. Understand?”

“Yes, Jagi.” She nodded.

So-young had Jongdae tucked in and seeing her set up on the couch to watch over him for the night made Jae-eun feel a little more at ease. Minseok was coming in the morning, so they left, confident that Jongdae would be alright.

The rest of the ride home was as quiet as before.

And when he didn’t erupt as they walked into the house, Jae-eun became anxious. They argued frequently, but more often Kyungsoo tended to just walk away. Avoidance had become a theme for them and she knew that if they both continued to bottle things up, the later explosion could result in destroying everything she was trying so hard to build. She didn’t want to fight and bicker with him constantly, but it was as if he baited her. It seemed as if he liked to make her angry. And at the moment, the longer he stayed quiet, the more she fumed.

Kyungsoo slipped off his shoes, loosened his tie and made his way into the living room. The silence beat like a drum in her chest. It was the sound of everything crumbling around her. Why was she the only one trying? Jae-eun knew she messed up this time, she wasn’t so arrogant that she couldn’t admit when she was wrong. But, how could she apologize, how could she make it right when he wouldn’t talk to her. The more she thought about it the angrier she became. What right did he have to be mad at her when she tried, when she put in more effort into their marriage than he did.

Kyungsoo’s answer to everything involving her, was avoidance. No matter what she did, how she tried to make it work, he was never satisfied with her. Why should she feel bad when he was already assuming they would fight, that he would be angry with her before she had even done anything wrong?

Jae-eun kicked off her heels, threw her clutch on the table, and when he still didn’t say anything as she stepped into the living room, she decided she had had enough of the silent treatment.  

“Okay, we’re home, so just let it out.” Jae-eun urged.

“I’m too tired for this right now, we can talk later,” Kyungsoo replied, but there wasn’t a hint of exhaustion in his voice.

“That’s right, just avoid me at all cost, like you always do. I want to talk it out and you just want to run away.” It was the truth, and Jae-eun was done pretending.

“Well I wanted you to keep your mouth shut at dinner. We don’t always get what we ask for.” He shot back.

“Come on, Kyungsoo, that pitch was ridiculous.”

“Of course, it was ridiculous, I told you that some of the older directors were old-fashioned. All you had to do was sit there, smile, and nod. But that was obviously beyond your ability.” He snapped at her.

“I’m not your damn trophy wife, Kyungsoo. I tried to play it off, avert his attention but he kept pressing.” She countered, turning her back to him. “Unzip me.”

He did, quickly without a second thought.

“You’re pretty sure of yourself.” He scoffed.

“Yes, I am, because I’m secure enough to not need your validation to know that I’m attractive.” She turned back to face him. “You want a woman who will keep quiet and look pretty. A vapid, uneducated, airhead to be your arm candy.”

“You have no idea what I want.” He interjected, his voice was low and Jae-eun could feel a hint of danger in it.

“That’s because you don’t talk to me.” She yelled at him, consequences be damned. “You won’t even let me apologize. I can admit when I’m wrong. But you…you just can’t seem to understand that I’m not your enemy. Why is it so hard for you to just trust me and try to make this work? I can’t keep being the only one trying.”

He didn’t speak, didn’t try to deny, explain his behavior, or find a compromise. He glared at her with those eyes that, despite everything, somehow managed to make her feel weak. Just like every other time she tried to work things through, come to an understanding, he was shutting down. Jae-eun fought back the lump in her throat, the constrictions on her lungs that threatened to cut off her air supply and let her suffocate.

She couldn’t let him close up, everything he said was one step closer to learning something new. If he wouldn’t volunteer the information, she would have to pry it out of him by any means. If just asking didn’t work, she would have to hit him where it would do the damage. In the subject where he wouldn’t keep quiet.      

“And I didn’t see you get angry when someone else gave their opinion.”

Success! Kyungsoo threw his hands in the air. “Don’t bring Mi-sun into this. She has nothing to do with us.”

“Maybe not, but she is one of your directors and you didn’t look twice when she gave her opinion. It’s okay for her to say what she thinks, but I’m forbidden?”

“She’s not my wife.” He roared, the deep timber echoing though the room.

“Too bad for you, huh,” She hated saying it. She regretted it the moment it came out of her mouth, but it would be the most effective way to push his limit.              

Kyungsoo growled, “You’re infuriating.”

Jae-eun, lost what little control she had left, stepping closer, face-to-face, where he couldn’t hide, and unleashed months of fury in just a few words, “And you are a bitter, hateful, self-centered asshole.”

The room fell quiet. They stood a foot apart, his chest heaved and his jaw twitched, but Jae-eun didn’t back down. She refused to let him intimidate her with his ridiculously piercing stare, those deep, dark depths. She didn’t falter, her eyes just as sharp, her breath just as heavy.

Faster than she could register, Kyungsoo’s hand snaked around the back of her neck, pulling her forward, into him, his lips capturing hers. Shock rendered Jae-eun motionless for a moment, she had been prepared for a heated exchange, she had instigated it, but this was not the heat she was expecting. Reality hit her fast and she fought against him, bringing her hands to his chest and pushing him back.

He gave just enough slack for their lips to part, but he was still too close, it was too hot and the air too thick, his breath leaving a damp tingle as it brushed against her skin. In her mind, what little of it was left working, she tried to rationalize this. Things were emotional, they were angry, HE was angry and that can lead to uncharacteristic behavior. But there was something in his face, as he looked over her, making her feverish, that stopped her from protesting as he pulled her back to him. His lips played over hers, a little softer this time, but just as demanding.

Though she was hesitant at first, curiosity eventually won Jae-eun over. She had to admit, she wanted to know what this was like, how it felt for Kyungsoo to kiss her with passion, to touch her like he needed her.  

She had to admit it was intoxicating.

His lips like soft pillows caressed hers, his tongue teasing, tasting. She wrapped her arms around his neck holding him to her, taking whatever he was willing to give.

Jae-eun hadn’t realized they were moving until she felt the decorative table press against the small of her back. Kyungsoo’s hands ran over her hips, around the curve of her bottom, grasped the back of her thighs, and lifted her up to sit on the table. Vaguely, in the distance, she could recognize the sound of pictures being knocked over and a fancy metal dish clattering to the floor. It seemed like a world away as Kyungsoo’s thumbs hooked into the hem of her dress inching the fabric upwards, his own hips following, fitting himself between her thighs.

He molded his body against hers, as she ran her fingers into his hair. She had a brief thought, while his mouth assaulted her in a way that set her aflame, that those lips were made for this. Made to make a woman lose herself in the pleasure they promised. Jae-eun didn’t know if she wanted to be lost, but despite the feel of his body in line with hers, the way his scent surrounded her, the way he seemed to drink her in, reason threatened to pull her back to reality.

The reality that this would only end badly, anything involving her and Kyungsoo always did. It was a stupid move. She had kept herself shielded from him for so long only to offer him control. And with control he would only bruise her. She wasn’t so confused that she thought herself in love with him, but she found herself wishing she was. He was attractive, she had always thought that, but desiring Kyungsoo was new and it scared her, because it was something that couldn’t only strengthen her pull to him. Kyungsoo was determined to destroy any connections she attempted to forge between them.  

All these thoughts fled as his fingerstips skimmed over the bare skin of her back. Warm hands splayed out, leaving chill bumps in their wake. They drifted up further, taking each side of her unzipped dress and pulling it away from her shoulders. Then his lips moved away from hers, leaving an irresistible trail of kisses across her jaw, down her neck and along her collar bone. A sound, somewhere between a groan and a growl, escaped his throat as she held him where his lips pulled at her skin, the sting causing her to release a sigh of her own.

Kyungsoo freed the tender flesh he’d scarred, his eyes moved over her, taking in the sight of her wrapped around him, the dress barely covering her chest, her face flushed and lips puffy from their violation, but the look she had seen earlier was gone. The cold, indifferent Kyungsoo had returned and Jae-eun felt her heart sink to the floor.

He took a deep breath, a smile forming on the corner of his lips, “Well now I know how to shut you up, or should I continue?”

Jae-eun stared at him for a moment, in disbelief. She had known better, this wasn’t anyone’s fault but her own. She had messed up for the second time tonight. Stunned, embarrassed, so many emotions engulfed her, but most of all she was enraged. This was too much. She had wanted to push him to his limit, but instead he had accomplished the same thing against her.

Her hands shot forward, shoving him away from her, dropping herself to the floor and holding her dress up with one arm. He stumbled back a step, that smile still mocking her. For the first time, Jae-eun used her self-defense training she hand learned in the states, balling up her fist, throwing it forward with all her weight behind it, and landed the blow against his jaw. His head jerked to the side, but he stood in place.

“I hate you,” she hissed.

Kyungsoo turned back to her, blood pooling at the corner of his mouth, but the smile remained. He ran his tongue across the lacerated lip. “Finally, the truth comes out.”

Jae-eun fought back the tears that begged for release. She wouldn’t let him see her cry. He didn’t get to have that satisfaction, he didn’t get to see that he had hurt her. Even if he knew it. But no matter how she hard she fought, a tear escaped. Like the first raindrop of a storm hitting the window, the lone tear streamed down her face.

His façade faltered for a moment, his brows furrowing, and concerned colored the edge of his stare, but he blinked it away quickly.  

“Go to hell, Kyungsoo.” She barked as she turned, head held high, and walked out of the living room to the foyer.

“I’d probably be stuck with you there as well,” he called after her.

As she retrieved her clutch from the table Jae-eun caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her dress was barely held up by one arm, her hair disheveled, but worse was the dark, purple, bruise that rested against her collar bone. A reminder of her stupidity.

Without another sound she walked out the front door, she didn’t know where, but she had to get out of there. Looking at him would be impossible, being under the same roof was more than she could manage. Jongdae’s was out of the question, so she pulled her phone from her clutch and dialed the only number that made sense to her.

“Jae-eun-ah,” Chanyeol answered after the third ring, “It’s late, is everything okay?”

“Oppa,” she sobbed, no longer able to keep her tears a bay, “I have to get out of here, can you please come get me? I don’t think I need to drive, but I can’t stay at this house right now.”

“What happened, where’s Kyungsoo?”

“Please, can you just come get me?” She cried as she started down the drive to the street.

“I’ll be right there. Ten minutes, I promise okay? Don’t leave, don’t go back in, I’m on my way.” Chanyeol assured her before he hung up.

Jae-eun made it down the drive way and out the gate, barefoot, her hair in tangles, her dress unzipped, and dropped to the curb. The tears fell involuntarily, she didn’t want to cry over him, she didn’t want him to have won, whether he knew it or not. But no matter how much she tried to breath, to calm down and stop the flow, they flooded her eyes and poured down.

True to his word, Chanyeol pulled up in just under ten minutes. He shot out of the car the moment it was parked and was at her side as she stood.

“What happened, Jae?” Chanyeol looked her over. The passenger door of the car opened and Jae-eun recognized the girl from the video Chanyeol had showed her. “Yeon-hee, can you grab my jacket?”

The girl turned back to the car.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to call, I just need to get out of here.” She managed between sobs.

“Did Kyungsoo do this?” Anger was evident on his face. Chanyeol didn’t wait for an answer, he turned and started for the gate, but Jae-eun caught him.

“No,” she yelled grabbing his arm and keeping him in place, “It’s my fault, we were arguing and I pushed him too far, I went too far.” It wasn’t a lie, she wasn’t defending him, not really.

Yeon-hee came back with the jacket. Chanyeol took it, pulling it around her shoulders, rubbing her arms for warmth.

“Jae-eun-ah, did he hit you?”

She could sense the hesitation in his voice as he asked.

Jae-eun shook her head, “He wouldn’t do that.”

“Then what is this?” he pointed to the dark marring on her skin.

She looked away, red creeping into her cheeks. Jae-eun didn’t really know how to explain that part to Chanyeol.

“Oh,” he caught on quickly, as he looked her over again. “Oh!”

“Can we just get out of here, please? “She didn’t want to remember. Right now, she wanted distance between her and the man that just threw all her hopes off the cliff he’d been dangling them over for months.

Chanyeol helped her into the passenger side of the car, Yeon-hee sat in the back, silent as Chanyeol attended to Jae-eun.

“Where do you want to go?” He asked.

Jae-eun pulled his jacket tight around her chest. “Anywhere, as long as it’s the hell away from here.”

[lubdubsworld]

The Perfect Husband

Chapter 7

Warnings :  this fic does not intend to romanticise violence in anyway. If you’re uncomfortable with Jung Kook being physically violent with the oc, you should probably leave. 

There’s also a bit of sex with the intent to hurt but it’s not non consensual. 

But i have been told it’s triggering so i will mark the beginning of the smut with this :  ########## in case you want to skip it. 

The package arrived the next morning. it had just a note attached to it.

 I don’t know why I kept this. 

I should have burned it. 

~JK. 

 I stared at the package on the bed, not sure what to think, really.

It was the wedding dress, I'd picked out three and half years ago, the one with the perfect cut and the perfect fabric.

The one I'd meant to marry Jeon Jung Kook in. A three year old memory surfaced.

It was perfect. My mind flashed back to that day in the wedding boutique, three years ago. 

The soft off-white fabric was stitched with tiny hand embroidered flowers and hand sewn pearls lines the neckline and the hem. The sleeves were short and playfully puffy, the skirt long and flowy, designed to drag out behind me. i couldn't wait to try it on. It was perfect. it was mine.

My wedding dress.

"No. Not this one." Jung Kook said clearly, watching me carefully and I felt my jaw fall open.

"What?"

"I don't like it..." He drawled, smirking.

I spluttered in disbelief.

"Jung Kook, I haven't even tried it on. Please, just let me do this..."

"No.  Show us something else. Take this away."

He had bought it.

He had bought it and kept it for three years.

I stared at the box, not sure what to feel.

He loved me.

He had loved me. And I'd taken the easy way out, three years ago. I didn't want to make the same mistake again.

I wouldn't make the same mistake again.

Now that I knew how painful it was to give up on love, I was going to try and fight for it instead. 

Even if Jung Kook was the one I'd have to fight against.

I pulled my phone out and quickly dialled his number.

"Jung Kook, here. Who's this..."

"Give me another chance..."i gripped the receiver and spoke quickly. Afraid he was going to hang up.

"Ah Reum??"

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry I married him... I didn't want to..."

"Knew you’d come around. You really want to do it baby, give me a second chance. "

I took a deep breath. 

“I love you. i always loved you.” I whispered. 

Silence.

"That’s the last time i want you to say those words to me. The next time You do, I’ll fucking kill you. " His voice was low, furious.

"I can prove it to you. I just... I swear, if you give me a chance I can prove that I really do love you...I could love you forever, Kookie..." I said softly, willing him to listen.

"I'm not Dr. Kim Seokjin. Loving a guy like me isn't easy. So don't make harsh promises that you'll end up regretting.  " He snarled. 

My breath left me in a gasp.

"Jung Kook...."

"I'm not like your perfect husband... I bet he treated you like porcelain all these years didn't he... Tell me, did he leave bruises on you? The way I used to..."

I gripped the phone harder. He was angry. I could feel the rage emanating off him in waves, even through the phone. I suddenly felt infinitely glad he wasn't physically in the room with me. He would have likely hurt me. But I couldn't give up. Not yet. 

Somewhere between marrying Seokjin and meeting Jung kook again, I'd lost myself.

Sitting on the expensive Italian sheets , fingers tapping impatiently against the pristine silk h, a glittering glass of blood red wine on the table , I didn't feel like the girl who had married Kim Seokjin. 

The years vanished and it felt, crippling like I was nineteen again. it was tempting, the urge to chicken out again. To give up but Jung Kook was right in a way. He had tried to fight for us and I had been the one to give up.

But I didn't want to do that again. 

"Why did you marry him?"

I stopped.

Of course, Jung kook would be upfront about it. No foreplay to ease the pain.

I swallowed dryly.

"You know why. My father..."

"There were other ways. There would have been. " He said softly and deep down I knew .

"I don't know what to tell you." i said finally. He nodded.

"Well, it doesn’t fucking matter anymore does it? " He said bitterly. “ All that matters is that you’re getting the second chance you don’t deserve.” 

I wanted to protest. i really did. But he was right. Maybe we had been in love . But we'd never talked about it. Never confessed to each other. Never made a commitment. And all that mattered. Being in love was all good, but you had to say it out loud. Let the other person know, for it to have any value.

"Jung Kook, I'm sorry. I hurt you and I'm sorry." I said softly.

"What do you expect me to say, baby? That it’s okay? That I forgive you. Well, i won’t. Because It’s not okay. It will never, ever be okay. And I don’t want to forgive you.... I want to  forget  you..” He sneered. 

I swallowed. 

“You can never forget me...” I said angrily. 

Silence.

“Yes. But i can get sick of you. And I think i will. Once the novelty of having you naked under me wears off, I’ll be sick of you. I know I will. And you’ll do that for me, won’t you baby? You’ll let me spread your thighs and fuck you and then toss you  out like yesterday’s trash because that’s all you’re worth , right? You know it. ” 

I stayed quiet. 

 Words. Words cannot hurt unless you give them the power to. 

 “ We both know that’s bullshit, Jeon Jung Kook. “ I whispered. “ . Once you touch me, you’ll never let me go.” I whispered. 

He took a deep breath. 

“I want you out of that bastard’s house tomorrow. I’ll come pick you up in the morning.” 

He hung up .

I sat perfectly still, hands trembling as I sat there stunned.

i tried to remember all the things that had gone through my head, three years ago, when I'd married Seokjin. The honest truth was, i'd shut my heart down, completely . I hadn't wanted to do it. I hadn't wanted to marry him. But I had. My father was someone I had loved whole heartedly. He was the reason, Jung kook had been able to become a singer. I couldn't repay my father by letting him go to prison. I couldn't.

And deep down, maybe I'd been a little afraid that my attraction to Jung Kook had been one sided.

Sure we'd kissed. A couple of times, but it had been in the heat of the moments, with him leaving . I had been a bit afraid that he would become a more handsome, more wonderful, more successful person and i would be left behind pining for him.

Funny how that worked out, I thought with shaky fingers.

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Morning came with thunder and lightning, torrential rain washing down the streets as i stood in front of the window , staring into the bleak grayness outside. I hadn't slept all night and it showed in the gray underneath my eyes, shadowed smudges that looked like charcoal stains against my pale skin. I swallowed my gulp of coffee, the bitter taste offering a modicum of reprieve from all the emotions churning inside my head at the moment.

As i watched, a vaguely familiar black Audi came out into the street. I stared as it came closer right outside the huge wrought iron gates of our house. A familiar ebony haired head emerged and glanced up.

Jung Kook.

I stared in confusion and then jumped when my phone buzzed.

Downstairs. Now.

I stared at the text message and felt my throat go a little dry. Glancing at the mirror, I quickly  tied my hair with a ribbon and threw a shawl over my off-shoulder blouse. It was odd, seeing the gloss stained lips , shaped-eyebrows and the made-up face on a mirror that had only ever seen messy plaid shirts and frayed shorts. I stared at myself , suddenly hating my own reflection. This really wasn't me. It had never been me.

My phone buzzed again.

Hurry up.

I swallowed and turned to my cupboard, quickly throwing it open and rifling through the clot. Stunned, i realized that all my clothes were there. Ones that I'd thought Mrs. Jeon had tossed away. How had they come back?

Jung kook, i thought miserably. He must have had them sent back. I felt misery creep up inside me. I must have hurt him a lot, i thought physically hurting from regret. I grabbed a checked white shirt and a pair of  blue jean shorts and slipped them on quickly. I'd lost a little weight and the shirt hung a bit loose around my shoulders, exposing the dip of my collar bones and I felt some calm, seeing myself in my old clothes.

My phone buzzed a third time.

You have ten seconds. Or I'm coming up there. And that won't end well.

I flinched. Tossing away the shawl, i quickly raced down the stairs and stopped short when i saw him in front of the entrance, still sitting in the car. For a minute his eyes widened,. taking in my choice of clothing.

"Get in..." He said roughly and in retrospect I probably shouldn't have listened to him.

But i did and i climbed in with him, fingers trembling as I buckled myself in.

"What the hell are you wearing? Whatever happened to Kim Ah Reum , wife of world renowned Surgeon and society wife? " He sneered.

I stared back at him evenly.

"That's not who I am today." I said softly.

"Really? Then who are you?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Reumie. The girl you called your friend. " I said slowly, staring at him.

He had foregone make up and his hair was still a little wet from a shower. or maybe the rain. He was still the most handsome man I'd seen, his gaze sharp, his jawline sculpted and lips perfect red against his flawless face. He stared at me now, his eyes glinting with emotions unsaid. Emotions too strong to be voiced.

“I booked the Presidential suit of the Park Hyatt for two whole months. You’ll stay there.” He said softly. I didn’t reply. 

“I’ll have a key so you don’t have to worry about how or when i get in. I’ll come whenever I feel like it.” He drawled. 

I stayed quiet, staring out the window. 

He reached out and gripped the back of my neck, squeezing till I whimpered. 

“And when i talk, you always respond.  Always.  Ignore me and I’ll tie you to the headboards for a week.” He warned. 

“I’ll do anything you ask me to. Anything and everything . But i need something in return.” I said softly.

“Do you really think you have the right to ask for-”

“Comsider it repayment for my father putting you through your training.” I said softly and he scoffed. 

“I paid your father back. Five times over.”

“And me, Jung Kook? Did you pay me back? “ I whispered. “ If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be a singer. You’d still be licking your father’s boots.” I said softly.

He reacted just the way i knew he would. 

He growled and lashed out, slapping me hard across the face. 

I flinched, my face burning from the impact. I wondered , for a brief second, why it had to be him. 

Of all the good looking bastards in seoul it had to be this awful monster who burrowed his way into my heart and took root there. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. I couldn’t get rid of him no matter how much i tried. 

No matter. We’re all blessed or cursed with a particular love , in this life. You don’t get to choose if your love is going to be a walk in heaven or torture in the pits of hell.

If i was cursed to love Jeon Jung Kook while he hated me then , so be it. But i wouldn’t go down without a fight. 

Fighting tears i turned back to him.

“Hit me if you like. But it’s the damn truth. And you’re so fond of the truth aren’t you jung Kook?” I whispered. 

“What the fuck do you want, then?” He sneered. 

“30 minutes . Every day. You spend it with me. “

“What the fuck-”

“To talk. We talk to each other. “ I said calmly. 

“Why? You get off on my voice?” He sneered again and i smiled.

“Something like that.” I said casually. 

He stared at me for a second and then turned around. 

He didn’t say anything else till we reached the Hotel.

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When the elevator doors opened , two young ladies stepped in dressed in perfect dresses and perfect high heels. I jumped when Jung Kook immediately wrapped an wram around my waist and kissed the curve of my ear. the entire elevator had mirrored walls. The women would have to be blind not to notice.

"I'm going to see just how much sass you can throw at me when I'm fucking you into next week. " He whispered . The sound carried and the girls giggled.

Actually giggled. One of them turned around and glanced at jung Kook, taking in his tall, handsome glory and sighed deeply.

"Jung Kook stop..." i said, humiliation burning through me.

"Why should i? Isn’t that what you’re here for? You came here of your own willing to get fucked. And you want it too...  I can actually smell how wet you are for me." He whispered and I could feel both the women shift nervously.

 Like they were scared that he would throw me against the mirrored elevator wall and shag me right in front of them.

i was half afraid he would.

So when the elevator dinged again and it was our floor, i stumbled out in relief . The corridor was deserted and Jung Kook grabbed my shoulders, pushing me up against the wall, pressing his body against mine and running his hands all over me, gripping my hips hard and rutting against my hips , teeth closing over my earlobe and tugging.

"You're so fucked today, i almost feel sorry for you..." He whispered. I pushed against his shoulders, glaring.

"Could you stop acting like a fucking animal and at least let us get inside" I snapped back. His eyes narrowed and he fumbled with the card key to the suite, one hand gripping my wrist as he opened the door and pushed me in before stepping in behind me and slamming the door shut.

I turned around suddenly stopping short when I saw that it wasn't a hotel at all. It was a penthouse apartment. But it's decor was beyond basic. Just black and white tones with empty walls and mute colored curtains and couches. I stared at it, surprised. T

he interior decorator in me balked.

"I kept my promise. " He said softly.

I turned around, surprised.

"Jung Kook.... "

"My first apartment. I told you I'd let you decorate it for me.... "

So it wasn’t a Hotel after all. 

He’d brought me to his apartment. 

Yes he had told me he would let me decorate it. . 

A lifetime ago in one of his many letters to me.

 I had been a different girl back then. But apparently Jung Kook had stayed in love even when I'd fallen out of it. But now, looking at him I knew that I hadn't either. The years disappeared and I was back in that club, watching him sing to me. I knew even then that I would love him forever. 

"Yes, you did. You kept your promise. " I whispered. 

"But you didn't. You said you'd wait for me. " He laughed without mirth and there it was. The fracture in his psyche that showed how hurt he was. How the pain was still somehow very real and very raw in jung Kook’s mind. The years hadn’t been kind to jung Kook. Time hadn’t done it’s job. Time hadn’t healed at all. 

"I can't change the past. " I said softly. 

He looked hurt and I knew that nothing I said could make it better.  

"If you could, would you? "

Would I?? I stared at the hopeful look on his face and I knew he wanted me to say that yes, I would change the past, that I wouldn't marry Seokjin. 

But I knew that would be a lie. Things had happened but they had all led to this moment with me and him and this moment was perfect.

"It drove me insane, knowing he was touching you.... I wanted you to hate him the way I hated him. " He said suddenly.

"I don't hate Seokjin. I never will. He isn't the bad guy. He... Could have kept me away from you. But he didn't. I owe him. And I care for him. You have to accept that. " I said honestly.

"I don't fucking care as long as you stay away from him. And he stays away from you. " he said seriously. 

" I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. don't ever doubt that. " I said softly.

He reached out and pressed his palm against my cheek, which still burned from when he’d hit me. 

“i told you not to say that .” He said. “ Tell me you want me instead.�� 

I stared at him.

"I want you. It's hardly a secret. " I said , moving back cautiously and glancing at the door leading to the bedroom.

"Good girl. Now, go. Get on the bed. " Jung Kook said softly and this time his voice was a lot deeper, more encouraging than commanding.

But I felt apprehensive nonetheless.

"Jung Kook... I..."

"I won't hurt you. " He said firmly. " You'll enjoy every second of it. I promise. Now go get on the bed."

I hesitated before lightly stepping out of my heels and walking barefoot on the soft carpeted floor to the bedroom. When i reached the huge, tastefully decorated bedroom I hesitated. 

What was I doing?

What the actual fuck was I doing? 

 Means to an end. First his body and then his heart. You can win both of them back. 

I crawled to the center of the bed and sat down , crossing my legs.

"On your knees." Jung Kook said suddenly, stepping in , sliding his jacket off his shoulder and tossing it on a chair.

"What?" i blinked.

"Kneel. On the bed."

I hesitated but indulged him none the less.

"If we're going to do this. There's some stuff you need to know about me." Jung Kook said slowly, almost thoughtfully. 

i swallowed.

"Jung Kook I..."

"Rules. There are some rules you need to follow if you're sharing my bed. And the first one is No interrupting me when I'm talking. Wait till i'm done before you respond. Don't panic.." He said, when my body seized up in worry. " It's just stuff that's ...important to me, you could say. i like... being in control. In every way. you're going to have to give yourself to me, completely. Accept that, in here, I own you. "

 Don’t panic. Don’t scream. At least not yet. 

"Am i scaring you?" He said suddenly, loosening his tie and taking it off , before gripping the ends in his fists and testing their strength. Like he was considering tying someone up with it.

Three guesses who.

"No." I said , my voice a little high pitched.

"Good. That really fucking turns me on. " He said cruelly. 

I stared at him.

 He does love you.... he acts like this but he loves you. You know he does. 

I knew that. But then...

"What do you want? " I said slowly.

"Well, you can sum them all up in one word, really. i want Implicit obedience. once we enter this bedroom , you listen to me and let me lead. I'm the one in control here. I get to decide how you touch me, when you get off and how you speak to me. " He said casually, eyes glinting , his handsome face glowing in the dim lighting.

I bit my lips.

"What did i tell you about responding to me.”

“ I understand. " i said softly. 

"Good.  " He nodded, moving to unbutton his shirt slowly. I swallowed, losing my train of thought when his shirt started falling open, revealing sculpted abs and sinfully smooth skin. I stared at him, not at all sure what I was agreeing to.

“Has Seokjin ever tied you up?” He said casually. 

i went taut as a bow string. 

“Jung Kook, if you hurt me - physically. I will leave. if seeing me in pain is what you want then I’m not staying here for another second. ”

Jung Kook stared at me and tilted his head, as thought considering .

"Maybe i do . But mostly because I want to see you on your knees,begging for my cock. "

I blinked, feeling blood rush to my face.

"We'll decide on a safe word. Anytime you want me to stop anything, you can use the safe word and i'll stop."

"Safe word? Umm... Stop? I mean Stop feels like a good safe word..."

Jung kook smiled at that.

"Oh, then we'll never get anywhere. Once we get started, I'm pretty sure, five seconds in, you're going to be screaming stop. " He smiled. " but the thing is, once i stop, you'll be wanting me to start again. So we'll choose a non-sexual word that will take your mind completely off sex. It'll be kinder on both of us that way."

I felt my body heat up in very naked curiosity and anticipation. i had no idea what I was doing but I wanted to do it as soon as possible nonetheless. I stared at him, comfused.

But the urge to rile him up, to lash back at him is overwhelming. 

"Seokjin." I said softly.

Jung Kook startled.

"What?" He growled.

"it’s something I’m used to screaming during sex.... "

Jung Kook stared at me .

“You’re digging your own grave sweetheart. Just you wait. Chestnut. That’s the safe word.” 

"Chestnut?"

"Yes. Are we clear then?" He smiled.

"Okay. "

He stood still for a few seconds, just staring at me and I started feeling fidgety.

After a good minute or two, he shrugged his shirt off fully and I stared at him.

"Do you trust me?" He said finally.

i stared at him in disbelief. 

“are you seriously asking me that-?” 

"Do you trust that I won't harm you?" He repeated. 

I hesitated.

"If you do I'll kick your ass. " I muttered.

He smiled lazily. 

"This isn't a joke baby girl. I'm being very serious. I'm not gentle. I don't want you screaming half way through because it hurts. "

I stared at him in disbelief.

" Are you talking about sex or some kind of medieval torture.  " I said shrilly.

Jungkook grinned and shrugged, stepping closer and touching my neck lightly, fingers closing around my throat as though checking the span of his hand around my neck.

"Pleasure and pain aren't mutually exclusive, sweet heart. I can make it hurt so much it feels good and I can make it feel so good it starts hurting.  "He said softly. .

I tried to process what he was saying but it went completely over my head.

"I’m going to blindfold you. This is where you stop talking. Unless I ask you to. "

I stared at him.

"Blind fold me?" I said, my hands knotting together in nervousness. I wasn't a fan of the dark. 

"It's the best way to cultivate trust, losing your most important sense. If you can trust me when you can't see anything , you can trust me anywhere, anytime. "

"Okay. Come here." He opened a drawer and pulled out a midnight black strip of satin. I hesitated, stepping off the bed carefully and moving up to him.

A second later everything went dark. my breath hitched a little when the slightly cold and satin soft fabric rested on my face. He barely touched me as his fingers tied the ends behind my neck. He tested the strength of it before suddenly hugging me so close, my face buried into the soft fabric of his shirt and I could smell him all over me, his t fingers moving to grip my chin before kissing me hard and deep, his tongue pushing into my mouth and draining my senses , and I leaned into him, my knees going week.

As suddenly as it started, the kiss ended and I flailed a bit as he moved away from me, my arms reaching out for him, panic building up without warning and I stumbled.

Nice and slow, his voice came from somewhere behind me. The bed he was on the bed.

"Come here. " He said casually. I swallowed and crawled forward cautiously. The sheets were soft beneath my knees and my fingers stretched out on the cool fabric as I tried to get my bearings.

"Wait. "

I stopped mid-crawl and sank back on my heels, confused.

"Take your clothes off . All of them. "

And it was still so painfully embarassing. 

"Jung Kook. " I began , still half wishing he would change his mind. That he would tell me he loved me too. That none of this mattered. That it wasn’t just sex to him. That it wasn’t just some twisted form of revenge. 

"Do it. Or I'll walk out and leave you here. "

Swallowing, I took a deep breath and took off my dress without thinking too much. Before I could psych myself out of it and run out screaming, I stretched my arms back and unhooked my bra. The fabric fell off my shoulders and the chill hit my nipples, making them stand on end. I grimaced a little and then hooked my thumbs on either side of my panties, yanking them off quickly.

I stayed there, naked ,heart pounding waiting for some sort of a response. After what felt like an eternity, Jung Kook let out a shuddering breath.

"Hands behind your back. " He sounded drugged and I felt a little better. I wasn't the only one affected it seemed. I smiled a little and pushed my hands behind my back, suddenly aware of the way the pose pushed my breasts up in front of me. I felt something cold and metallic slip over my wrists and locking in place with a click.

Handcuffs.

"I want you to stay straight, don't fall over... Can you do that for me, sweetheart? " His breath fanned right across my breasts and I panicked.

"Wait... What are you-"

Soft, supple lips, slick with saliva closed over my nipple, tongue laving the hard nub of my nipple and teeth sinking into the areola, sharp pain lancing through my entire body along with mind numbing pleasure.

I keened, losing my footing and toppling forward only to have strong hands grip my shoulders, forcing me upright.

"What did I tell about staying upright? " he said lazily and I jumped when he flicked my nipple with his finger , hard enough to make my bare thighs clench at the sensation. I felt like I was sinking in quagmire.

"Are you going to be good for me?? " He said casually and I tried to get my head on straight.

"Okay.. I... Jung Kook this is new For me.... You need to slow down a bit... " I breathed out in desperation, already wound up beyond my limits.

"Of course not, babe. I have full faith in you. You can take everything I give you...Like the good little bitch that you are.... " He kissed the corner of my mouth and then the edge of my neck, teeth sinking into my skin briefly. 

Firm fingers slipped up into my hair, gripped the thick strands at the back of my neck and yanking me forward till my lips touched his. I gasped in surprise, completely suspended between the lack of sight and the handcuffs. I couldn't in any way control the kiss and Jung Kook seemed to enjoy the fact immensely. It wasn't a kiss, as much as it was an invasion, his grip on my hair so strong it stung and his tongue pushing into my mouth with enough force to leave me whimpering.

"I was supposed to have this. From the first time I met you I was the one who was supposed to do this. See you naked.... On my bed, trembling for me.... I was the one who was supposed to break you in.... I was supposed to be your first, your last... Your only....  " He panted still holding me up as he kissed me again.

"But you left me.... Fuck, it killed me. I couldn't imagine spending the rest of my life not touching you... Not tasting you.... I couldn't imagine dying without ever being inside, without feeling your body around me as I fucked you, hard fast slow.... Any way you wanted...Fuck.... You hurt me so damn much... "

The handcuffs clicked and came off. So did the blindfold.

I stared at him, disoriented. It took me a second to realize he was naked too, pressing me into the bed before I could catch my breath. He gripped my hips and pushed my knees up, before reaching down and slipping two fingers in, my body opening up easily. It had been so long and I gasped, toes curling into the mattress as my hips buckled.

"I'm going to eat you out. "He said softly. "You'll keep your hands to yourself and you'll not come till I ask you to... Understand?? "

I stared at him, the words not even registering because his fingers... His fingers were curling inside me, the soft pad brushing all over my walls ,looking for something. He hooked his fingers suddenly and his fingers brushed against something high up and to the front of my sex and I blacked out for a second, sharp almost painful shards of pleasure shooting through my entire body as I clenched around his fingers.

"Wait... Jung Kook... I.. "

My next words came out as a scream when he bent down, tongue beginning to lick my clit in brisk strokes, two fingers on either side of my pussy holding me open in a grip that was just shy of painful, keeping Me open for his fingers which kept rubbing against that same spot over and over again. I gasped and gripped the sheets, trying to hold back the orgasm that was right there and I knew I couldn't.

"Jung Kook... I'm... "

He pulled away, abruptly stopping and moving up, gripping my knees and spreading my legs painfully before settling between my legs head buried in my neck as he whispered harshly, "Don't. Don't come. "

I panted and tried to push him off, my limbs thrashing under his hands as I tried to chase the pleasure that he'd ripped away from me so cruelly and my eyes watered as painful jolts of pleasure remained, my legs and body aching bone deep and my head spinning in protest.

I choked a little, whimpering softly as he released my knees to grab my face, forcing me to look at him.

"You did good, sweetheart. You did so good. You listened to me and didn't come... I'm so proud of you baby girl... " he kissed me lightly and I felt tears slip out.

"Jung Kook... I can't do this... "I whimpered, hands trembling as I touched his shoulders plaintively. He gave me a calculative look and shook his head.

"Sure you can. Now I'm going back down. Try not to get excited too much, babe it'll be painful otherwise. "

I bit my lips, hoping the pain would help me a little but the moment his fingers slipped in again this time spreading in a V to keep my slit open as he used his tongue to fuck into me, in strong firm strokes, he curled his tongue inside me, thumb rubbing circles into my clit even as he licked me out .

I couldn't stop the orgasm that shot through me and exploded against his mouth, my entire body quaking and shivering as I tried to cling to reality. But before I knew what was happening, I felt him against my entrance pushing into me before I could catch my breath. I whimpered in pain , the stretch of his cock unbearable, his thick length sliding in without resistance but stretching me out so much that I scrambled to get up and away.

"Wait... Jung Kook!!! " He ignored me completely, hips working so hard that each thrust made his hipbones hit mine, his hand moving up to grip my throat lightly. I grabbed his wrist, scared out of my mind with the sheer pleasure pain ripping through me and his thumb pressed into my neck for just a second before pulling away.

 I stared at him in disbelief and it took me a second to realize that he wasn't going to slow down at all. I tried to grab his shoulders but one particularly hard thrust had my hands falling to the side useless, while he grabbed my knees, pushing them up and outwards till I felt my toes touch the mattress and I could feel my thighs begging for a reprieve.

"I wanted to see how well you take my cock....Your pussy is so tight.... Babe I just wish you could see how fucking good it looks, all wet and pink and stretched out around my cock. "

I felt tears trickling down my eyes.

"It hurts..." I managed to choke out. 

“I know... i know... It will stop hurting once you get used to it...And I’ll make sure you get used to it real fast...” 

“Jung Kook...” 

"Poor baby.... But even though it hurts, you're still swallowing me up so well babe, look at that, every time I pull out you keep clenching around my cock.... Your slutty little cunt just loves getting pounded sweetheart... Even when I fuck you so hard it aches, you want more... " He grunted, dropping my knees and placing one palm on either side of my head.

"Grab your knees and hold yourself open for me babe. "

I couldn't function anymore and just stared at him helplessly and he made a noise of impatience.

"We need to work on your stamina. Fine just bend your knees. "

he did it for me and I just grabbed his shoulders and hung on to him while he slammed into me, over and over till I orgasmed again only this time it was sheer pain . I was disoriented and lost staring up at his handsome face in helpless pleading.

"Please... "I managed to choke out, my entire body begging for rest.

"You'll be fine, sweetheart. I know you will... Just hold on a little longer and I'll take really good care of you... "

I shut my eyes as he reached down and pressed a thumb against my clit rubbing back and forth while I squirmed from the overstimulation.

I grabbed his wrist to still the movements but he knocked my hands away grabbing both my wrists and pinning them over my head with one hand before using the other to grip my waist as he worked himself in and out of me at a punishing pace.

By the time he came inside me, his lips crashing over mine, I was half unconscious and my fingers fumbled to grab at his shoulders. He gathered me closer and pressed into me, his naked body warm and solid against mine as he kissed my cheek softly.

"That was amazing. You were so good for me babe.... " He whispered softly.

"I can't move... " I said helplessly, muscles aching so much I wanted to cry.

"You don't have to....  Give me ten minutes and we'll go for round two.. "

I choked.

"What? No.. Wait... I can’t... Please....  "

"I'm just getting started babe. "

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Sometime in the night, i lost my consciousness. 

I woke up to find my wrists aching, the skin chafed and burning as I pulled futilely against the handcuffs that still tied me to the bed posts. I whimpered softly, aware of soft kisses to my inner thighs and the feel of not so gentle fingers digging into my waist. I choked on my own words before swallowing and trying again.

"Chestnut. "

Jung Kook went still and crawled up till he was pressed against me. I felt the click of the handcuffs and my wrists fell to the bed, numb. I tried to focus as he hugged me close and kissed me softly.

"Too much? " his voice was scratchy, eyes still half closed and the shadow of exhaustion underneath his gaze. I punched him weakly, every inch of skin aching .

"Were you trying to terrify me? "I said weakly. "If so, You’ve achieved that. I’m officially terrified of you. Stop this.  "

Jung Kook rolled his eyes.

"Enough with the dramatics. Let's take a nice shower and I'll take you out for breakfast. You can have your thirty minutes of chat.  "

I groaned and dragged myself upright only to catch sight of my reflection on the huge mirror right in front of the bed.

i found myself  flinching at the ugly purple bruises all over my skin. I traced one particularly nasty bruise, pressing into it till it began to sting and Jung Kook growled, reaching out and grabbing my hand away. 

He gripped my wrist and yanked, making me yelp. 

"Ow... Ow... "I felt tears sting, my skin still raw from the handcuffs.

"To be fair, I did tell you to stop yanking on the handcuffs. "He grinned lazily, kissing my shoulders with an open mouth that left a trail of wetness.

 I stayed silent as he maneuvered me on the bed till I was flat on my stomach, face turned a bit to stop myself from suffocating. 

I sighed when his weight sank down on me, heavy and lethargic. He kissed my cheeks, lightly touching my sides as his fingers trailed down to grip my waist and then my thigh before lightly spreading my legs apart. 

I felt my breath catch as his other hand came up to grip my hair lightly, not enough to hurt but enough to let me know he was in control. He kissed my neck and then caught my earlobe in a gentle suckling kiss and the little action drew a helpless moan out of me.

A second later he nudged my thighs apart and slid right into me without any warning.

It really, really  hurt.  

 I choked a little as he began moving immediately after, his weight so heavy and grounding, making any movement impossible but leaving me oddly glad. I was too tired to move anyway. He moved his hips like sin. Gentle rolling movements with timed thrusts that made sure he nudged against my womb with each thrust. His thighs felt hard and unyielding on mine, his breath ragged. His fingers moved and lightly pinched my nipples making me buckle hard.

My orgasm hit me without warning and he followed soon after. We both lay there panting and I tried to get my bearings.

I felt something warm and helpless sweep over me, drowning me in a way. It felt like being dragged underwater, only the water was so warm and soothing that I didnt really mind drowning this way. He smelled delicious around me, his sweat slicked skin pressing against mine, the friction of skin on skin making my nerves tingle all over. My eyes fluttered shut and my breath began to even out.

"Stay with me... " his voice rasped out . I blinked groggily, some of my consciousness returning. I clenched my fists and pressed against the mattress, yanking myself up and dislodging him enough to roll away from underneath him . I grabbed the blanket and pulled it up in front of me, stumbling to my feet and wrapping it around my body before glaring at him.

"Don't! " I snapped when he made to reach for me. Jung Kook frowned.

"Get back here. " he growled. 

"I'm going to go now. And you're not going to come near me until you get your head on straight. "

Jung Kook smirked.

"Five times. "

I frowned.

"What? "

"You came five times last night. Six if you count the one that happened just now.  You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it.  I bet you had more fun last night than you did the three years you were married to Kim fucking Seokjin. "

I stared at him.

"Is that what this is about to you? Are you trying to beat Seokjins record or something? Prove that you can make me feel better than he did... "

Jung Kook didn't move, staring at me as the smile slowly slipped off his face.

"Ah Reum.. "

"I wasn't happy without you, Jung Kook. Is that what you're afraid of? That I was somehow  happier with Seokjin.... Because I wasn't. I love you. I love being with you. "

“ Shut up.” 

“ You make me happy just by existing. You don't have to tie me down on a bed to do that. “

“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!! ” 

I stared back defiantly.

“You being happy is not my concern. You enjoy getting fucked ?? Fine.  that’s up to you. I’m only here because I deserve to see you groveling. Don’t fucking open your mouth again unless it’s to wrap around my cock, okay princess?”

And then, he was grabbing his clothes and storming out. 

As i stood there, my entire body aching, I tried to remind myself why i was here. 

To remind myself what I was fighting for. 

 Love,  I thought miserably , sinking to the carpet in a tired heap. . I’m fighting for the love that i know is somewhere in there. 

And Jeon Jung Kook , I’m going to get that love out of you . No matter how long it takes. 

 Author’s Note : I had like fifty asks telling me to update this fic so y’all better send me an ask saying you read it and it’s good because it’s 2.00 Am and this took me like six hours.