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epinebleue · 1 year ago

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love me now (m) | 01

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in which you have sex via FaceTime.

pairing: johnny suh x reader (female)

genre: established relationship!au, mature.

warnings: dirty talking, praise kink, masturbation.

author’s note: tell me why i’m blushing while posting this lmao you can tell i haven’t written smut in years.

chapter index

“I really miss you.”

Johnny laughs quietly at your pouty face, causing the image to shake for a few seconds.

“I left this morning.”

“Still!” You defend yourself, head on the pillows and arm raised, holding the phone up so that Johnny can see your face. “The house’s so quiet. I hate it here.”

“You should’ve come with me, then.”

“I have to work, Johnny, it’s not like I didn’t want to go.” You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s accusations. He raises an eyebrow as if doubting your word. You know he’s only playing, but it bothers you a little. “Besides, you know how much I love your mother’s cooking, how could I say no to that?”

“Well, for your information, she won’t accept a no next time. She said she’ll cook all your favorite dishes.”

You laugh softly at that, flattered. You’ve been in a relationship with Johnny for two years, yet she loves and takes care of you as if you had dated for decades. Even if you can't go visit Johnny's parents that much, they still treat you like a queen every time you go there. You’re so fortunate to have them and their son in your life.

“She’s so cute. Tell them I love them.”

“I will.” Johnny places his free arm behind his neck and rests his head on it. “Tell me about your day. Did you have fun?”

“Oh, yes.” You hadn’t been able to go out with your whole group for months, ones too busy with work and studies, others trying to get their lives together. Managing to gather them in the same place had been such a challenge but so worthy. “Rosie’s starting a new job tomorrow, Jane will defend her PhD next month, and Jamie’s going to Hawaii on a spiritual retreat or some shit. Oh, and she made out with a waiter. And a bartender.”

Johnny scoffs in disbelief. “Classic Jamie.”

“It was a bet, actually.” And you lost 20 dollars, but you aren’t telling him that. “Wait a minute, my arm’s getting tired.” You rest the phone against the pillows and roll until you're lying on your stomach in front of it, hand supporting your chin.

“Is that my T-shirt?” Johnny asks out of nowhere. You’re speechless, having forgotten about it. Yes, you’re wearing Johnny’s favorite T-shirt, given by his father when he turned 16. It’s dark grey, with a drawing and the band’s name on the front: Coldplay. It fits Johnny perfectly but is huge enough to cover your body like a dress when you wear it.

“Yeah.” An embarrassed laugh leaves your lips because, up until now, Johnny didn’t know that you wear his clothes whenever he’s away. “It smells like you, makes me feel less lonely.”

“You’re so cute.” His eyes form a pair of crescent moons as he smiles, making your embarrassment grow.

“Stop!” Your face falls flat on the mattress in an attempt to hide away from his gaze.

“I mean it, you look so pretty.” You giggle against the soft covers. It doesn’t matter how much Johnny compliments you, you’ll never get used to it. “I’d so fuck you in that.”

You raise your head so fast that you hear your neck crack. You aren’t laughing anymore, but you still smile. Johnny, on the other hand, is dead serious.

“Control yourself, sir, you’re in your parent’s house.”

“How can you tell me to control myself when you look that hot?” That wipes your smile away, his words causing the effect he wants, triggering a heatwave that takes over your body.

There’s a subtle wetness growing between your legs, even if he has barely said anything. That’s the power Johnny has over you. One look, one word, is enough. You look directly into his dark eyes, filled with lust, and you chuckle.

“Fine, you’ve got all my attention. Tell me what you would do to me.”

Johnny licks his lips before speaking. His words come out slowly, dragging them more than necessary. He keeps his voice low, not wanting to disturb his parents. If they catch him dirty talking via FaceTime, it’s over for you both.

“I'd start by rubbing that cunt of yours.”

You slide down the bed and get on your knees, making sure that Johnny can see your face and body. You place a hand on your thigh, gently moving it upwards to your wet core, giving yourself goosebumps. You touch yourself over the thin fabric of your blue underwear, letting out an obnoxious moan. Johnny's reaction is immediate, a quiet curse slipping out of his lips.

You sight. “Like this?”

“Yes, like that.” He says, eyes fixed on your movements. There’s a hint of desperation in his voice, of neediness. “Take off your underwear, babe, let me see you.”

It’s not a plea, but an order. You love when Johnny bosses you around in bed; when he loses his patience and manhandles you until he has you where he wants. And it looks like the dynamic will never change, not even when he’s in Chicago, in his childhood room. You throw your panties aside and go back to the same position, knees on the mattress, fingers rubbing your clit now.

“Fuck, I’m so wet.”

You press your fingertips against your folds, waiting for instructions. Johnny moves his arm from behind his head and it disappears from the frame. A soft growl erupts from his throat, letting you know that he’s pleasuring himself, too.

“Touch yourself for me, baby girl.” The pet name has you drooling, rushing to insert a finger inside of you, slowly, to make sure Johnny can enjoy the moment. Then, he demands. “I want to see your body. Lift the T-shirt.”

You rush to grab the hem of the garment but take your sweet time to pull it up, teasing him. He clenches his jaw and the image shakes a bit. You close your eyes and picture Johnny’s hand around his dick, the leaking tip red and angry. You imagine him using his pre cum as a lube, his hand moving up and down, but never being satisfied, because only you can get him off. You bring the hem of the T-shirt to your mouth and bite it, keeping it up so that he can see your naked body.

“Shit... add another finger.”

You listen and slide in a second finger, the feeling of being stretched making you moan louder. It's a good thing Johnny has AirPods on.

You move your fingers in and out, desperate and lost in the view in front of you: Johnny has closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, leaving his neck deliciously exposed. You wish you could kiss it, bite it, mark him. You know he loves that kinky shit. Unconsciously, your fingers move faster, the sound of your juices flooding the room. You wonder if Johnny can hear that.

“Does it feel good, babe?” He asks, eyes falling on you again. You nod frenetically, unable to form any other words right now. “Fuck, you look so pretty. Are you a good girl?”

You fall apart every time he compliments you. You clench around your fingers and, again, all you do is nod. You moan in between sighs, biting on the T-shirt as you throw your head back. The fabric is all damp and your tongue is dry.

With your free hand, you rub your clit as your fingers reach further inside you. You wish Johnny was the one fucking you right now, your fingers being nothing compared to him. Hell, you want him so bad. Why does he have to be so far away?

Johnny growls again. “You're doing so good.”

Your mind is all over the place. Johnny's words encourage you to add another finger, even if he doesn't order you to do so. Johnny pants quietly enough so his parents don't hear him, but you do. Your hand cups your sex every time you thrust with your fingers, your climax getting closer and closer.

You open your mouth and the T-shirt slides down a bit. You grab it in a fist over your chest, making sure Johnny still has access to your body.

“John, I'm so close.” You whine with your eyes closed shut, the knot in your stomach growing with every caress of your clit.

“Wait for me, baby.” Once again, he demands. “You can do that, right?”

You're not sure if you can, but still, you nod, wanting to make Johnny proud. You want to be a good girl, so you keep pumping your fingers.

“But I want to see you touching yourself, please.”

“Sure, babe.”

Johnny smirks, and then his face disappears from your screen. Instead, you welcome the amazing view of his hand pumping his dick, erect and red. It looks so delicious you wish you could put it in your mouth. Damn, the things you would do if he was here with you. The image’s enough to send you over the edge, but you still try by all means to delay your orgasm. And it works, at least until you hear Johnny calling your name.

“Johnny, I can't-”

He must have noticed your desperation because his next words come out softly. “Cum, baby, cum for me.”

By the time you’re able to finish, your hand aches like hell. Your hand gets caught in between your legs as you cum. Your orgasm feels like an electric shock that shakes you to the bone as you call Johnny, desperately. You witness him finishing seconds later, white ropes landing on his stomach, abs clenching as your name slips from his mouth like a prayer. You thrust your fingers a few more times, riding your orgasm until the feeling fades away.

You pull them out, both hands landing on the bed before you fall on it, rolling to your side. You’re tired and sweaty, and the T-shirt sticks to your skin. Only your pants can be heard for a moment. Shortly after, Johnny switches the camera again.

“Fuck, that was hot.” He pushes his hair back, panting. “You’re so hot. I love you.”

The compliment fills you with pride, but his confession makes you smile widely, stupidly.

“I love you, too.”

You close your eyes for a few seconds, only opening them at the sound of Johnny’s voice. “Go sleep, princess, you’re tired.”

“No.” You whine. “I want to stay a little longer.”

“You’re literally falling asleep as we speak.”

There’s something in his eyes that makes you melt: adoration. You love it when Johnny looks at you like this.

“Nonsense.”

“I’ll call you in the morning, alright?”

You pout, closing your eyes again. His voice is so soothing that you could fall asleep as he speaks. “Promise me.”

“I pinky-promise you.”

“Okay...” You giggle. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, princess.” He zooms in on his lips, and teasingly whispers. “Dream of me.”

Hell, you miss him so much.

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thefanficmistress · 6 years ago

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⋆✦⋆The Blind Date: Part 2⋆✦⋆

Richard hasn’t seen you in almost 20 years since you moved from London to Canada for work. Being the little sister to one of his friends, both of you always had a weird relationship filled with laughs and sexual tension. You were the lovesick girl, while he was on his way to fame. Your brother always noticed and teased you about it. Your brother sets you up on a blind date with someone you didn’t expect.

Setting: New York City

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Angst and Fluff

Pairing: Richard Armitage x Reader, Richard Armitage x Female Character, Richard Armitage x You, You X Richard Armitage, Richard Armitage x OC

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PART 2

“Richard!” You giggled with a smile. A smile so wide that you felt an excitement wake inside of you. Like a sun rise that would never set.

Richard in return melted your heart when he shared the most captivating smile and took a step forward to hug you. He bent down slightly, and enveloped you in his arms, and held onto you rather tightly. You closed your arms under his and hugged him at his ribs. He was firm and felt so warm. His cologne smelled sweet, with a hit of lavender or sandalwood. For a moment you forgot where you were and who you were hugging and relaxed into him. He rubbed your back and started to pull away. The absence of his body warmth was torture, but it broke the trance and you fell back into place.

“You are all grown up, duckling.” He stated as he slowly relaxed on one leg and held his head high to look at you. “You know I hate that name Richard.” You shake your head, as you break eye contact with him, and glance around. “What are you doing here?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” “I have a blind date actually, someone named Jamie.” “Jamie? “He recalls, while nodding his head. “Mark told me not to be late, but it appears that he is.” You stated as you took a deep breath and looked around the entrance to see more people filing in, but no one asked for your name, or stated that they were Jamie. You looked back in time to see that Richard still had his eyes on you.

Richard opened his mouth to speak, but paused, and a devilish smile came across his face, and that familiar twinkle played in his eyes.

“What if I told you that I was Jamie?” Richard asked, as he stepped forward into your personal space, and slipping his hands into the pocket of his black dress slacks. Was he teasing you?

You tilted your head up to follow his movement, and locked eyes with him. He was so close to you that you could feel the heat coming from his body, and the sheer power of his being was overwhelming. For a moment you played with the thought of rising to your toes and wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. Something you have never been so brave to do before, but right now, another organ of yours was in overdrive.

“Why would you go under the name Jamie?” “My agents’ idea. So that the press doesn’t get wind of where I am.” “Clever! So, I’m guessing Mark knew that, and just decided not to tell me?” You asked. “Not exactly.” Richard said as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair from your face. His finger gently brushed your cheek, and you shivered at the touch. “So, what do you say? Would you fancy a bite of supper…with me?” He asked as he reluctantly pulled his hand away, still smiling.

You swallowed and cleared your throat. Closing the small space between you both and looking up even further at him. If he was going to tease you, then you were going to tease back. You stuck out your chest a little and it was barely touching his, when you signed and said

“I’d love to join you…. Jamie.” You stated innocently.

You saw as Richard took in a deep breath, his eyes slowly traveled down to your lips, and further to your breast, so you took in a very slow breath, and released it. His jaw tightened, and when he finally looked back at you.

“The pleasure is all mine, little duckling.” Richard chimed, as he walked over to the host. “I know Jamie had a table, but I would like to make a new arrangement. A table a little more secluded.”

The host nodded and gestured for one of the servers to come over. He whispered into his ear for a few moments, and then nodded to him, and walked off.

“If you will follow him, he will show you to your seat.”

Richard smiled and motioned you to go before him, as you walked in front of him, his hand touched you on the small of your back and guided you along. You moved between circular tables, with white table clothes that was adorned with a small vase of flowers, candles, and white plates with gold trimming and sparkling glasses.

Richard secured a private table with a spectacular view overlooking New York Harbor, The Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan skyline. Right by the large ceiling to floor windows in the corner state a smaller table, with a vase of roses, two candles, and a bucket of wine on ice. The server gestured to the table and sated that he would return for more order drinks in a moment. Richard walked over and pulled the chair out for you and pushed it in as you sat down. He sat down across from you unbuttoning his dress coat and pulling the wine from the bucket. You watched him with a smile, as he opened the bottle and took started to pour it in your glass first.

“What should we celebrate?” Richard asks as he hands you your glass, and you pick it up. “To old friends and ...” “To love.” He says tautly, as his eyes lock with yours. “Yes, to love.” You say with a faint smile, and your cheeks flush. “Why without love, we are mere empty shells that move without purpose.” Richard chimes as he picks up his glass and puts it in the air to cling with yours. “Wow, I can’t believe you remembered that!” “How could I? You were so drunk that night...” Richard confessed charmingly. “Drunk and stupid. “

You both laughed. Richard leans forward on the table and gestures with his hands, the excitement of that night.

“There you were, standing on the table, with a large bottle of whiskey…” “Screaming at the top of my lungs about…. something….” “Love…and happiness. How the world wasn’t fair, something or the other.” “You and Mark were standing in front of me, I believe.” “Yes, we were standing there trying to make sure that you didn’t fall off the table, but –“He motioned, holding his arms in the air, a catching gesture. “You were younger than us, and we handed you the bottle, so if something happened to you, we knew that we would have gotten into trouble.” He chuckles. “But I did. Fall I mean.” You laughed, taking another sip of wine. After you removed the glass you licked your lips.

He paused and looked at you as though he wanted to say more, but his eyes were on your lips.

“Right into my arms” he stated softly.

You surely weren’t careful because you did fall. Not only to his arms, but you fell hard for him, and now 20 years later, you realize that you are still falling, and you hit the ground fucking hard. Back then you were a bit younger than him, smitten with him, and yet he always had his attention elsewhere.

Now he was here before sitting with you and looking at you as if he wanted to devour you. You couldn’t complain, you wanted to do the same. Why even bother with this dinner? Why even bother catching up? You could feel the heat coming off of him, and when he looked at you, he was always smiling. He smiled with his lips, eyes, and his very soul, and you could feel the pull.

The waiter walked over and within a few moments you provide your order. As Richard spoke to him, your phone buzzed, and you picked it up and looked at it. A blinking message caught your attention.

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JAMIE {Hey, I am soooo sorry I’m late. Are you still here or should I leave and not try to contact you again? I know I messed up. No excuse. Please forgive me.” _________

Your eyes go big as you glance up at Richard who was nodding to the server and discussing the menu items. You look back down and casually touch your left earring and look around to the hostess desk. Standing there stood a stunning man with blonde hair, chiseled face, and thick pink lips. He was tall as Richard and dressed incredibly well. Your heart started to pound as you realized that Richard wasn’t the blind date, but he took you from one. A small smile was on your face, as you then blushed to yourself thinking that only Richard would be so bold as to do something like this. Like when you were kids, and Mark was so mean to you, Richard would be kind. You remembered a time when Mark threw your favorite dress up into a tree, and wouldn’t get it down, so Richard climbed the tree and gave it back to you. He even asked you to put it on so that it would make you feel better. It did.

A part of you was also so flattered that Richard went along with his white lie to have dinner with you. Maybe him being an actor made him more confident, and bold. After all who could say no to him? No one. Especially you. So, before Richard was done with the server, you looked down at your phone, deleted the message and slipped it back into your bag.

Two dinners, one shared cheesecake, and two bottles of red wine later, you and Richard were laughing and reminiscing over the old days. You shared stories of ex’s, bad dates, and career goals. But over time it became more serious. You and Richard started flirting after you revealed that you used to play Naughty Truth or Dare with your friends in college. Bringing up a story of when you made out with this girl in the closet, and you didn’t hate it. College was a time for discovery after all, and you dated that girl for almost 2 years.

“I can’t believe, you did that.” He said, unbuttoning the top of his shirt. His face was a little flushed, and that twinkle in his eye got darker. “You can’t believe it because it was me or that it was a girl?” you jokingly asked. “All of it really, but fuck if that wasn’t a sexy story.” He smiled taking a sip of wine. “You thought it was sexy?” “Very.”

You leaned forward, and unknowing to him, you slipped out of your heels, and touched the bottom of his leg. His eyes locked on your immediately. What would Richard do if you pushed him. Would be break his control that he always had around you. Would he finally show you some kind of emotion other than a friendly one. Your brother wasn’t around, and you were single. He was single, and you both were adults. So you made the decision that would forever change your relationship with this man. You had to know.

“Tell me Mr. Armitage, have you ever played Naughty Truth or Dare?” he questioned him, as you started rubbing your foot against his leg.

Richard looked around the restaurant and then back at you as he leaned forward on the table and put his hand under the table to touch your calf. His fingers trailed up and down the bare skin that he was able to touch at that moment.

“And if I have? Would you dare challenge me?” “Truth or Dare?” You said, keeping your eyes locked on his.

He smiled.

“Truth.” He replied, not breaking your eye contact. “Who is the most inappropriate person you’ve had a sexual fantasy about?” “My friends’ little sister.” He said quickly.

You blushed.

“Truth or Dare?” He asked you. “Dare!” you said with a challenging tone. “Are you sure you want to do that?” He questioned, his thumb still making small circles on your skin.

You shrug playfully and await his dare.

“Suck on my finger and pretend you’re performing oral sex for 30 seconds.” He says under his breath.

You smile and dip your finger into the left-over cream from dessert and put it in your mouth. You look up at him, and lick the tip of your finger, then take it all in your mouth. Sucking, and lapping your tongue around your digit as it if it was a cock. His cock more like it. You slowly pull it from your lips and lick your lips and smile.

He lets out a very hard sigh and adjust himself as he looks around the restaurant. Now one was paying you guys any attention. He shook his head as if to break the spell that your oral performance left him in.

“Your turn.” You reminded. “Dare.” He answered. “Send a suggestive text message to someone in your phone.”

Richard reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his phone. After a few moments of him entering his message, he hits send, and puts the phone down. Your phone buzzed and you picked it up. For a moment you sat there looking at the words, over and over again, before you looked up at him. He was smiling at you.

You put the phone down, and it read ___________

RICHARD { Take your panties off under the table and show them to me. :) } ___________

You adjust yourself in the seat, reaching up under your dress you work your way to the band around your waist. You look around the room, and slowly slip your panties off. After pulling your feet out, one by one. You bring them up and dangle them before him. Richard smiles and nods.

“Good girl.”

You laugh and place the panties in your purse, but before you can ask, Richard says,

“Truth.” “What’s #1 on your sexual bucket list right now?” “Taking you into the loo right now and showing you how good I am with my tongue.” He said, with a smile.

Richard leaned over the table more and whispered so that only you can hear him.

“I know that I’m supposed to be paying attention to the game, but I can’t stop thinking of how beautiful you look in that dress.” His hands slowly moved up to stroke the bare flesh of your knee. It sent a heat traveling up your waist, and it spread through your entire body, and the sensation focused intensely between your legs. It made you stir.

You reached under the table to touch his hand and guided it higher…

“Are you trying to bait me?” He whispered again, his voice hoarse.

Your cheeks flush.

“Maybe?” You teased as you open your legs a little wider. You drew his hand to the hem of your dress, and you slowly slipped it up your thigh a little more.

“(Y/N) You’re killing me.” He said defeatedly whispered. “Good.” You whispered back. You knew what was really driving him up the wall. You weren’t looking at him. Your eyes were down casted, shyly looking at everything else but him, and Richard was trying to get you to look at him.

He leaned over again and whispered.

“Do you have any idea how hard you are making this?” he pleaded, as he moved his hand up your thigh a bit more.

You knew exactly how hard you were making it for him. So, you leaned over, so that you were snuggling his face, and kissed his cheek gently. Your left hand came up to stroke his chin and you turned his head and whispered in his ear.

“Do you have any idea how freeing it is when you’re not wearing panties?” you prompted gently and the look on his face was priceless. The muscle in his jaw was jumping, and he bit down on his bottom lip hard, and released it slowly.

“Meet me in the loo. Now.” He said, swiftly getting up from his seat, and making his way to the bathroom in the corner. He stopped at the door and looked back at you.

“The restroom? Seriously?!” you thought and hesitated, it was a rather exciting idea and you wanted him. Badly.

You got up and walked over to the bathroom where he was. You were very nervous, and your heart was beating super-fast. You saw Richard standing by the men’s room and he nodded for you to come over, and you both quickly entered one of the stalls in the restroom and he locked the door.

He then turned around and stared at you hungrily. He cups your face in his hands and your eyes connect with his, which grow closer as he moves to kiss you. The hair on the back of your neck raised when his lips finds yours. You smile into the kiss. His tongue traces a line on your lower lips, sending shivers down your spine. You place a hand on his chest to steady yourself. He pulls back and lets his thumb pull at your bottom lip that was now swollen from his kiss.

“(Y/N)” “Richard….” You say back.

In the next moment, he thrusts you up against the wall, the cold of the stone contrasts sharply with the heat of his body. He uses one hand to brace himself against the wall while the other traces a line from your jawbone to your neck, to your chest. He kisses you hungrily. He breaks away, trailing kisses along the underside of your jaw, your neck, the juncture between your collarbones. You make a small noise at the back of your throat, and you feel him smile along your skin. His bread tickles your flesh where it touches you, and the Richards lips … they start to move lover, towards the valley between your breasts. He unhooked your bra and they fumble out. Plump and swollen. His hands started exploring your body while you leaned back into the wall, fully submissive to him. His breath fans out along your skin, and you arch into him. He’s never seen you naked before—and you’ve never seen him, for that matter. The realization is shocking, considering what you are about to do. In a bathroom no less.

His hand cups your breast, his thumb moving in circles around your nipple until it hardens. He bends down to it, his lips replacing his fingers. His tongue moves over it, and you arch into him.

Jesus, he was going to make you come before you’re even fully undressed. His mouth trails down your stomach, his hands sliding down either side of you. Richard glanced at you through his lashes when he hit the hem of your dress. Even this is almost too much. Your heart and your body couldn’t take so many good sensations all at once. You felt like you were going to come apart, and when you finally put yourself back together again, you won’t be the same person you once were. You’ve imagined this so many times, yet your mind has never done him justice. He lowered himself before you, positioning himself and put one of your legs over his shoulder. He planted hot kisses up your leg, to your inner thigh. You felt him at your entrance and buckled slightly as his lips came in contact with the paradise between your legs. He kissed your lips, softly, and so gently.

“Fair warning, I’m not stopping until you come.” He said, and then he leaned in. At the first touch of his mouth, you sucked in some air. It’s going to be too much.

He licked around your inner lips, throwing in a nip here and there, teasing you. Soon you were making sounds you never thought you could make. You never knew that you would even be in this position. Not with him. You wanted it to be with him. It was always him. It will always be him. You didn’t know what to do with your hands, so you twist one in your hair and the other gripping the railing behind you. You tossed her head back, and let out another moan, just as his tongue licked your core again.

He didn’t even make it to your clit yet and you were already dying. Aching for more of him.

“Fucking take me already”, you thought to yourself.

He toyed with you, and you didn’t fucking care because Richard Armitage was between your legs and he wasn’t going to stop until you screamed his name as you came. But eventually he stopped toying with you, and suddenly, he meant business. His tongue moved over your clit, again, and again. Your body jerked, and one of your hands shot from your head to his head. Fisting in his hair. Too much. Far too much. Your hips moved of their own, gyrating on his lips, on his tongue. You couldn’t take this.

You tried to pull back, tried to push him backwards, and get away from his mouth, panting.

“Ah, ah, little Duckling,” he said, pulling you back, “you’re not going anywhere. Not until I’m finished with you.” Richard gripped you tighter as his mouth went back to business.

“I want you” You panted, and he whispered those magical words back to you. You both were so into each other that you were totally unaware of your surroundings.

Then, suddenly you heard some noise in the stall next to yours, it sounded like somebody was using the bathroom, and then flushed. You both came back to reality. Richard stopped what he was doing, and looked up at you licking his lips.

“Someone is in the next stall,” you said to him enunciating the words without making any sound. You both panicked and stood still. You didn’t want to make any noise and arouse suspicion.

“What do we do?” you said, again enunciation the words without making a sound.

Richard smiled, and he put his index finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. You shook your head, but it was too late. His mouth was on you again, he didn’t release you and you bucked against his lips.

You let out a strangled sob. “Richard, please.” There’s way too much sensation down there, and it was building. Building, building, building.

“Come for me.” He said, sucking only on your clit. His hand wrapped around your hips, pulling you closer to him. He filled his mouth with you.

“Richard!” Your body was just a bundle of nerves, all of them taut. You couldn’t get away, and you couldn’t take much more. You were right on the edge, and with each stroke of his tongue …

“Come.” He demanded, and you began to fall.

You stared blankly at the beautiful ceiling, your vision went unfocused, your orgasm exploded through you, lasting longer and burning brighter than anything that you had ever felt before. As you came down, Richard kissed your inner thighs, his touch still proprietary. Your leg slipped off of his shoulder, and he caught it, he put your leg down, closed them gently and pulled your dress down. He stood up and gathered you into his arms again. Kissing you with all of your wetness and taste on his lips.

“You are fucking unbelievable.” He said, as he kissed you again, gentler this time, cupping the sides of your face, his hands tangled in your hair.

After catching your breath, you quietly put back your bra and adjusted your dress. Then you looked at Richard and he started giggling. Now, you too felt like laughing but told him not to laugh. You both were controlling your laughter and waiting for the other person to leave the restroom. The moment you heard the person leave, the both of you burst out laughing. You quickly left the restroom and ran out into the main hall. While everyone in the was seriously still eating, minus the few people near the bathroom, who looked up at you both you two were still laughing.

He gently spins you around in his arms until you’re facing him. One of his hands cups the back of your neck, the other still resting on your waist. You met Richard’s eyes, as he draws you close to his face, and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“Fancy going back to my place Duckling?”

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mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl · 6 years ago

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NOW 2~G-Dragon Pt.24

Genre:Angst/SMUT

Rated:NSFW

Pairing: GD X Reader

wordcount:6,784

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DISCLAIMER!:remember this is just an edit of an original book called after by anna todd i do not own this book

Jiyong helps me zip, up and I rake my fingers through my hair while he buttons his jeans. “What time is it?” I ask as he slides his shoes back on.

“Two minutes till midnight,” he answers, after looking at the alarm clock on the small desk.

“Oh . . . well, we need to hurry and get downstairs,” I tell him. I’m still beyond intoxicated, but now I’m relaxed and calm, thanks to Jiyong. Drunk or not, I can’t believe what happened with Cgaerin.

“Let’s go.” He takes my hand, and we nearly make it to the staircase before everyone begins chanting.

“Ten . . . nine . . . eight . . .”

Jiyong rolls his eyes.

“Seven . . . six . . .”

“This is stupid,” Jiyong complains.

“Five . . . four . . . three . . .” I begin chanting. “Do it with me,” I say.

He tries not to smile, but is defeated as a huge grin spreads across his face. “Two . . . one . . .” I poke his cheek with my finger.

“Happy New Year!” everyone screams, including me.

“Yay for the New Year,” Jiyong says in a monotone voice, and I laugh as he presses his lips to mine. Part of me was worried that he wouldn’t kiss me here, in front of everyone, but he is now. As my hands travel to his waist he grabs them to stop me. When he pulls away, his emerald eyes are shining. He is so beautiful.

“Aren’t you worn out?” he jokes, and I shake my head.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I wasn’t coming onto you.” I smile. “I really need to pee.”

“Do you want me to come?”

“Nope. Be right back,” I say, giving him a small kiss before walking to the bathroom. I should have had him come along; this is much more difficult than it is when I’m sober. Tonight has been so fun, even with the Chaerin drama. Jiyong has surprised me by being calm, even with Seungri, and he’s remained in a good mood all night. After I wash my hands, I head back down the hall to find Jiyong.

“Jiyong !” a female voice calls.

I look over and see a familiar face: the girl with the black hair who bumped into me earlier. And she’s walking toward Jiyong. Being the nosy girl that I am, I stay back a few feet.

“I have your phone, you left it in Logan’s room.” She smiles, pulling Jiyong’s phone from her purse.

What? It’s nothing, I’m sure. They were in Logan’s room, which means most likely they were not alone. I trust him.

“Thanks.” He grabs the phone from her, and she begins to walk away. Thank God.

“Hey!” he calls after her.

“Can you do me a favor and maybe not mention to anyone that we were in Logan’s room together?” he asks.

“I never kiss and tell.” She grins and walks off.

The hallway begins to spin. My chest immediately aches, and I quickly head for the stairs. Jiyong notices me rushing by, and I watch as the color drains from his face, knowing he’s been caught.

Jiyong POV

I notice a flicker of gold a few feet away. I look past Jamie and see Y/N, whose eyes are wide and whose bottom lip starts trembling. She goes from deer in headlights to angry girlfriend quickly and takes off down the stairs fast.

What? “Y/N! Wait!” I yell after her. For someone as drunk as she is, she’s really flying down those steps. Why must she always run from me?

“Y/N!” I shout again, pushing people out of my way.

Finally, when I’m only a few feet from her in the entryway, she does something that nearly brings me to my knees. The blond asshole who was checking her out earlier whistles as she rushes by. As she stops in her tracks, her look makes me freeze, too. Grinning, she grabs a handful of the kid’s shirt.

What the fuck is she doing? Is she going to . . .

She answers my thoughts by looking back at me before pressing her lips against his. I blink rapidly in an attempt to make this disappear. This isn’t happening. She wouldn’t do that, not Y/N, no matter how pissed off she is.

The kid, surprised by her sudden show of affection, quickly recovers and wraps his arms around her waist. Her mouth opens, and she moves one hand to his hair, tugging on it. I can’t comprehend what’s actually happening right now.

“Jiyong! Stop!” she screams.

Stop what? When I blink again, I’m on top of the blond, and his lip is busted. I hit him already?

“Please, Jiyong!” she screams again.

I climb off of him in a hurry before everyone crowds around us. “What the fuck?” the kid groans.

I want to kick him in his fucking head, but I’ve been trying to restrain myself. She had to go and fucking do this, mess up everything I’ve been working toward. I head for the door without bothering to see if she’s following me.

“Why did you hit him?” her voice calls from behind me as I reach my car.

“Why do you think, Y/N? Maybe because I just watched you fucking make out with him!” I scream. I almost forgot what it feels like, this adrenaline rush and the familiar sting on my knuckles. I only got one hit in . . . I think, at least . . . so it’s not so bad. But I want more.

She begins to cry. “Why do you care? You kissed that girl! Probably more than kissed! How could you?”

“No! You don’t get to fucking cry, Y/N. You just kissed someone right in front of me!” My hand connects with the hood of my car.

“You did worse! I heard you tell that girl to stay quiet about you two in Logan’s room!”

“You don’t even know what you’re talking about—I didn’t fucking kiss anyone!”

“Yes, you did! She said she doesn’t kiss and tell!” she screams, waving her arms around like an idiot. Fuck, she is infuriating.

“It’s a fucking figure of speech, Y/N. She meant she wasn’t going to tell anyone anything that we talked about—or that we were smoking pot!” I shout.

She gasps. “You were smoking pot?”

“No, I wasn’t, actually, but who gives a shit! You just fucking cheated on me!” I tug at my own hair.

“Why did you leave me to hang out with her, then tell her not to say anything? It doesn’t make any—”

“She’s Dan’s sister! I was telling her not to say anything because I was trying to apologize privately for what I did to her. I was going to tell you tomorrow when you weren’t fucking belligerent! We were all in the room, me, her, Logan, and Nate. They were smoking a joint, and when they left I asked her to stay behind because I wanted to try to make shit right with her, for you.” All my anger comes out through my eyes, I’m certain, when I say, “I wouldn’t fucking cheat on you—you should know that!”

And like that, Y/N deflates. She’s speechless. Damn right she is. She’s fucking wrong, and I am fucking mad.

“Well . . .” she begins.

“Well what? You’re wrong, not me. You didn’t give me a chance to explain myself. Instead you acted like a child. An impulsive little child!” I scream, punching the hood again. She jumps from the noise, but I don’t give a shit.

I should just go back inside, find the blond guy, and finish what I started. Punching my car doesn’t give me the same satisfaction.

“I’m not a child! I thought you did something with her!” she shouts back at me through her tears.

“Well, I didn’t! After everything I went through to get you to stay with me, do you think I’d cheat on you with a random chick at a party . . . or hell, with anyone?”

“I didn’t know what to think.” She throws her hands into the air again. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to calm myself.

“Well, that’s on you, then. I don’t know what the hell else to do to make you see that I love you.” She kissed someone—she kissed another guy right in front of me. This feels worse than when she left me; at least I could blame myself then.

Her warm breath is creating puffs of smoke in the cold air. “Well, maybe if I wasn’t so used to you keeping secrets, I wouldn’t have been so ready to misunderstand!” she yells.

I look at her. “You’re unbelievable. I honestly cannot even look at you right now.” The image of her kissing him won’t stop playing over and over.

“I’m sorry for kissing him.” She sighs. “It isn’t that big of a deal.”

“You’re joking, right? Please tell me that you are, because if that had been me kissing someone else, you probably wouldn’t have spoken to me again! But I forgot that since it’s Princess Y/N, it’s okay! No harm done!” I mock.

She crosses her arms with an indignation she doesn’t deserve. “Princess Y/N? Really, Jiyong?”

“Yeah, really! You cheated on me, right in front of me! I brought you here so you would know how much I care about you. I wanted you to know that I don’t care what anyone thinks about us. I wanted you to have the best night you could have, and then you go and do this shit!”

“ Jiyong . . . I . . .”

“No! I’m not done.” I pull out my keys. “You’re acting as if this is no big deal! This is a huge deal to me. To see another man’s lips on yours . . . is . . . I can’t even explain how sick that makes me.”

“I said—”

I lose it. I know I look wild and scary, but I can’t help it. “Stop interrupting me for once in your goddamn life!” I shout. “You know what . . . it’s fine. You can go back in there and ask your new boyfriend to give you a ride home.” I turn and unlock the car door. “He looks a lot like Hoseok, and you probably miss him.”

“What? What does Hoseok have to do with this? And I clearly do not have a type,” she growls and gestures at me. “Though maybe I should.”

“Fuck this,” I spit and climb into the car, turning it on and leaving her standing out in the cold. When I get to the stop sign, I can’t help but hit the steering wheel over and over.

If she doesn’t call me within an hour, I’ll know she went home with someone else.

Y/N POV

Ten minutes later I’m still standing on the sidewalk. My legs and arms are numb, and I’m shivering. Jiyong will come back any minute, there’s no way he’ll actually leave me here, alone. Drunk and alone.

When I go to call him, I remember that he has my phone. Great.

What the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking, that’s the problem. We were doing so good, and I didn’t even try to give him the benefit of the doubt. Instead I kissed someone. The memory makes me want to vomit on the sidewalk.

Why hasn’t he come back yet?

I need to go inside. It’s way too cold out here, and I want another drink. My buzz is starting to wear off, and I’m not ready to face reality. When I get inside, I head directly for the kitchen and pour myself a drink. This is why I shouldn’t drink—I have no common sense when I’m drunk. I immediately assumed the worst of him and made a huge mistake.

“Y/N?” Seungri’s voice says from behind me.

“Hey.” I groan and lift my head up from the cool counter and turn to face him.

“Um . . . what are you doing?” He half laughs. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah . . . I’m okay,” I lie.

“Where’s Jiyong ?”

“He left.”

“He left? Without you?”

“Yep.” I take a drink from my cup.

“Why?”

“Because I’m an idiot,” I answer honestly.

“I doubt that.” He smiles.

“No, really, I am this time.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, not really.” I sigh.

“Okay . . . well, I’ll leave you alone,” he says and begins to walk away. But then he turns back around. “It’s not supposed to be so complicated, you know?”

“What?” I ask him and follow him to sit at a card table in the kitchen.

“Love, relationships, all that. It doesn’t have to be so hard.”

“Doesn’t it, though? Isn’t it always like this?” I have no reference except Noah. We never fought like this, but I don’t know that I loved him. Not like I do Jiyong . I dump my drink down the sink and grab a glass to fill with water.

“I don’t think so. I’ve never seen anyone fight the way you two do.”

“It’s because we’re so different, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I guess you are.” He smiles.

By the time I check the clock again, it’s been an hour since Jiyong left me here. Maybe he isn’t coming back after all. “Would you forgive someone if they kissed someone else?” I finally ask Seungri.

“I guess it depends on the details.”

“What if they did it right in front of you?”

“Hell, no. That’s unforgivable,” he says with a disgusted expression.

“Oh.”

Seungri leans toward me sympathetically. “He did that?”

“No.” I look up at him with wide eyes. “I did.”

“You did?” Seungri is clearly surprised.

“Yeah . . . I told you I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah, I hate to say it, but you are.”

“Yep,” I agree.

“How are you getting home?” he asks.

“Well, I keep thinking he’s going to come back to get me, but he’s obviously not going to.” I bite my lip.

“I can take you if you want,” he says. But when I look around uncertainly, he adds, “Or Hyuna and Tristan are probably upstairs . . . you know.”

I look at him quickly. “Actually, can you take me now?�� I don’t want to dig myself in any deeper, but I’m beginning to sober up, thank goodness, and I just want to be home to try to talk to Jiyong.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Seungri says, and I down the last of my water before following him outside to his car.

WHEN WE’RE ONLY about ten minutes away from the apartment, I begin panicking over Jiyong’s reaction to Seungri driving me home. I keep trying to force myself to sober up, but it doesn’t work that way. I’m a lot less intoxicated than I was an hour ago, but I’m still drunk.

“Can I use your phone to try to call him?” I ask Seungri.

He removes one hand from the steering wheel to dig into his pocket for his phone. “Here . . . shit, it’s dead,” he says, pressing the button on the top and revealing an empty-battery symbol.

“Thanks anyway.” I shrug. Calling Jiyong from Seungri’s phone probably isn’t the best idea I’ve had. Not as bad as my idea to kiss a random guy in front of Jiyong , but still not a good one.

“What if he isn’t here?” I say.

Seungri looks at me quizzically. “You have a key, don’t you?”

“I didn’t bring mine . . . I didn’t think I would need it.”

“Oh . . . well . . . I’m sure he’ll be here,” Seungri says, but he sounds nervous.

Jiyong would literally murder him if he found me at Seungri’s place. When we do arrive at the apartment, Seungri parks and I scan the parking lot for Jiyong’s car. And it’s parked in his usual spot, thank God. I have no idea what I would have done if he weren’t here.

Seungri insists on walking me up. As much as I think that will not end well, I don’t know if I’m capable of getting myself up to the apartment alone in my intoxicated state.

Damn Jiyong for leaving me at that party. Damn me for being an impulsive idiot. Damn Seungri for being so sweet and fearless when he shouldn’t be. Damn Gangnam for being so damn cold.

When we reach the elevator, my head begins to pound along with my heart. I need to go over what I’m going to say to Jiyong. He’ll be so mad at me, and I need to think of a good way to apologize without using sex. I’m not used to being the one to apologize for anything, because he’s always the one who messes up. Being on this side of things doesn’t feel good at all. It feels terrible.

We walk down the hallway, and I can’t help but feel as if we’re preparing to walk the plank. I just don’t know whether it will be Seungri or myself that drops down into the water.

I knock, and Seungri stands a few feet behind me as we wait for the door to open. This was a terrible idea, I should’ve just stayed at the party. I knock again, this time louder. What if he doesn’t answer?

What if he took my car and isn’t even here? I didn’t think of that.

“If he doesn’t answer, can I go to your place?” I try to hold my tears back.

I don’t want to stay at Seungri’s and make Jiyong even more upset with me, but I can’t really think of another option.

What if he doesn’t forgive me? I can’t be without him. Seungri’s hand touches my back, and he rubs up and down to soothe me. I cannot cry, I need to be calm when he answers . . . if he answers.

“Of course you can,” Seungri finally replies.

“ Jiyong ! Please open up,” I quietly beg and rest my forehead against the door. I don’t want to yell and cause a scene at nearly two in the morning; our neighbors probably have issues with us yelling enough already.

“I guess he’s not going to answer.” I sigh and lean up against the wall for a minute. Then, finally, as we turn to walk away, the door clicks open.

“Well . . . look who decided to show up,” Jiyong says as he stands in the doorway and eyes us. Something about his tone sends chills down my spine. When I turn to face him, his eyes are bloodshot and his cheeks are pink. “ Seungri! Pal! It’s so nice to see you,” he slurs. He’s drunk.

My thoughts suddenly clear. “ Jiyong . . . have you been drinking?”

He looks at me imperiously, clearly unsteady. “What’s it to you? You have a new boyfriend.”

“ Jiyong. . .” I don’t know what to say to him. He’s obviously wasted. The last time I saw him this drunk was the night Taeyang called me to come to Ken’s house. With his father’s history of drinking, and the way Trish was so fearful that Jiyong had began to drink again, my heart sinks.

“Thank you for bringing me home, I think you should go now,” I politely say to Seungri. Jiyong is too drunk to be around Seungri.

“Noooo-ho-ho . . .” Jiyong exhales. “Come on in! Let’s have a drink together!” He grabs Seungri’s arm and pulls him through the doorway.

I follow them in, protesting, “No, this is not a good idea. You’re drunk.”

“It’s fine,” Seungri tells me, waving me off. It’s almost like he has a death wish.

Jiyong stumbles over to the coffee table, grabs the bottle of dark liquor standing on it, and pours the liquid into a glass. “Yeah, Y/N. Chill the fuck out.” I want to yell at him for speaking to me that way, but I can’t find my voice. “Here you go—I’ll get another one. One for you, too, Y/N,” Jiyong mumbles and walks into the kitchen.

Seungri sits in the chair, and I take a seat on the couch. “I’m not leaving you here alone with him. Look how drunk he is,” he whispers. “I thought he didn’t drink?”

“He doesn’t . . . not like this. This is my fault.” I put my head in my hands. I hate that Jiyong is drunk because of what I did. I wanted us to have a civil conversation so I could apologize for everything.

“No, it’s not,” Seungri assures me.

“This one’s . . . for you,” Jiyong says loudly as he bursts back into the room and hands me a glass half full of liquor.

“I don’t want any more. I drank enough tonight.” I take the glass from his hands and set it on the table.

“Suit yourself, more for me.” He smiles at me something evil, not the same as the smile I’ve grown to adore. I’m honestly a little frightened. I know Jiyong would never hurt me physically, but I don’t like this side of him. I would rather him be screaming at me or punching a wall than sitting here drunk off his ass and being so calm. Too calm.

Seungri gives a little “cheers” and brings his drink to his lips.

“This is just like old times, isn’t it? You know, back before you wanted to fuck my girl,” Jiyong says, and Seungri spits his drink back into the glass.

“It’s not like that. You left her there, and I just brought her home,” Seungri says in a threatening tone.

Jiyong waves his own drink in the air. “I’m not just talking about tonight, and you know it. Though I am pretty annoyed by you taking it upon yourself to bring her home. She’s a big girl, she can fend for herself.”

“She shouldn’t have to fend for herself,” Seungri fires back.

Jiyong slams his glass onto the table, and I jump. “That’s not up to you! You wish it was, though, don’t you?”

I feel like I’m in the middle of a gunfight, and I want to move, but my body won’t allow it. I watch in horror as my Mr. Darcy begins to transform into Tom Buchanan . . .

“No,” Seungri responds.

Jiyong sits down next to me but keeps his glassy eyes focused on Seungri. I look down at the bottle, which is at least a fourth gone. I pray that Jiyong has not consumed all of it tonight, within the last hour and a half.

“Yeah, it is. I’m not stupid. You want her; Chaerin told me everything you said before.”

“Leave it alone, Jiyong ,” Seungri growls, only egging Jiyong on. “Your first problem is talking to Chaerin.”

“ ‘Oh, Y/N is so beautiful, Y/N is so sweet! Y/N is too good for Jiyong ! Y/N should be with me!’ ” Jiyong mocks.

What?

Seungri avoids looking at me. “Shut the fuck up, Jiyong.”

“Hear that, babe? Seungri thought he could actually have you.” Jiyong laughs.

“Stop it, Jiyong,” I say and get up from the couch.

Seungri looks humiliated. I shouldn’t have asked him to drive me home. Did he really say those things about me? I had assumed the way he acted toward me had to do with shame over the bet, but now I’m not so sure.

“Look at her, I bet you’re thinking about it right now . . . aren’t you?” Jiyong taunts him. Seungri glares at Jiyong and sets his drink on the table. “You will never have her, kid, so give it up. No one will have her except me, I’m the only one who will ever fuck her. The only one who will know how good it feels to have her—”

“Stop it!” I yell. “What the hell is wrong with you!”

“Nothing, I’m just telling him how it is,” Jiyong answers.

“You’re being cruel,” I tell him. “And disrespectful to me!” I turn to Seungri . “I really think you should go.” Seungri looks at Jiyong, then back to me. “I’m fine,” I assure him.

I don’t know what will happen, but I know it won’t be as bad as what will occur if he stays. “Please,” I beg.

Finally Seungri nods. “Fine, I’ll go. He needs to get his shit together. Both of you do.”

“You heard her, get the fuck out. Don’t be too sad, though, she doesn’t want me either.” Jiyong takes another drink. “She likes those clean-cut pretty boys.”

My heart sinks even lower, and I know I’m in for a long night. I don’t know if I should be afraid, but I’m not. Well . . . a little, but I’m not leaving.

“Out,” Jiyong repeats, pointing, and Seungri heads for the door.

Once Seungri is no longer in the apartment, Jiyong locks the door and turns to face me. “You’re lucky I didn’t beat his ass for bringing you here. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I agree. Arguing with him doesn’t seem like a good idea.

“Why did you even come here?”

“I live here.”

“Not for long.” He pours more alcohol.

“What?” The air leaves my lungs. “You’re going to kick me out?”

When the glass is full, he cocks one eye at me. “No, you’ll leave on your own eventually.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Maybe your new lover has room at his place. The two of you looked really nice together.” The hateful way he’s speaking to me takes me back to the beginning of our relationship, and I don’t like it.

“ Jiyong , please stop saying those things. I don’t even know him. And I’m incredibly sorry for what I did.”

“I will say what I want, just the way you do whatever the fuck you want.”

“I made a mistake, and I’m sorry, but that doesn’t give you the right to treat me so cruelly and drink like this. I was so drunk, and I really thought something happened with you and that girl, I didn’t know what to think. I’m so sorry, I’d never hurt you purposely.” I say it all as fast as I can, with as much emphasis as possible, but he isn’t listening.

“You are still talking?” he snaps.

I sigh and chew on my cheek. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “I’m going to go to bed and we can talk when you aren’t so drunk.”

He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t even look at me, so I take off my shoes and walk into the bedroom. As soon as I go to close the door, I hear glass shatter. When I rush into the living room, the wall is wet and glass litters the floor. I watch helplessly as he grabs the other two glasses and slams them against the wall. He takes one last swig from the bottle and then uses all of his strength to shatter it against the wall.

He grabs the lamp off the table, causing the cord to rip out of the wall before smashing it on the floor. Then he grabs a vase and breaks it against the brick. Why is his first instinct to break everything in sight?

“Stop it!” I scream. “ Jiyong , you’re going to break all of our stuff! Please stop it!”

“This is your fault, Y/N! You fucking caused this!” he shouts back and grabs another vase. I scurry into the living room and snatch the object from his hand before he can break it.

“I know it is! Please just talk to me,” I beg. I can’t hold my tears back any longer. “Please, Jiyong.”

“You fucked up, Y/N, so badly!” His fist slams against the wall.

I knew this was coming, and honestly, I’m surprised it took this long. I’m thankful he chose the drywall to hit—the brick surely would have damaged his hand much worse.

“Just leave me alone, dammit! Go away!” He paces back and forth before slamming both palms against the wall.

“I love you,” I blurt. I need to try to calm him, but he’s just so drunk and intimidating.

“Well, you don’t act like it! You kissed another fucking guy! Then you bring Seungri to my fucking house!”

My heart lurches at the mention of Seungri’s name. Jiyong humiliated him. “I know . . . I’m sorry.” I fight the urge to call him out for being a hypocrite. Yes, I know what I did was wrong, so wrong—but I have forgiven him for hurting me repeatedly.

“You know how fucking crazy, how absolutely fucking mad it makes me to see you with anyone else, and you go and do this shit!” The veins in his neck are turning a deep purple, and he’s beginning to resemble a monster.

“I said I’m sorry, Jiyong.” I speak as softly and slowly as I can manage. “What more can I say? I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

He tugs at his hair. “Sorry doesn’t erase the image from my mind. It’s all I can see.”

I walk toward him and stand directly in front of him. He reeks of whiskey. “Then look at me, look at me.” I put my hands on his face, directing his gaze.

“You kissed him, you kissed someone else.” His voice is much lower than it was seconds ago.

“I know I did, and I’m so sorry, Jiyong . I wasn’t thinking. You know how irrational I can be.”

“That’s not an excuse.”

“I know, baby, I know.” I’m hoping those words will soften him.

“It hurts,” he says, though his bloodshot eyes have lost their edge. “I knew better than to have a girlfriend, not that I ever wanted one, but this is what happens when people date . . . or get married. This type of shit is why I need to be alone. I don’t want to go through this.” He pulls away from me.

My chest aches because he sounds like a child, a lonely, sad child. I can’t help but picture Jiyong as a child, hiding away as his parents fight over his father’s alcohol abuse. “ Jiyong, please forgive me. It won’t happen again, I will never do anything like this again.”

“It doesn’t matter, Y/N, one of us will. That’s what people do when they love each other. They hurt each other, then break up or get divorced. I don’t want that for us, for you.”

I step closer to him. “That won’t happen with us. We’re different.”

He shakes his head lightly. “It happens with everyone; look at our parents.”

“Our parents just married the wrong people, that’s all. Look at Karen and your dad.” I’m relieved that he’s being much calmer now.

“They’ll get divorced, too.”

“No, Jiyong. I don’t think they will.”

“I do. Marriage is such a fucked-up concept: ‘Hey, I sort of like you, so let’s move in together and sign some paperwork promising to never leave each other, even though we won’t stick to it anyway.’ Why would anyone do that willingly? Why would you want to be tied down to one person forever?”

I’m not mentally prepared to process what he’s just said to me. He doesn’t see a future with me? He’s only saying this because he’s drunk. Right?

“Do you really want me to go? Is that what you want, to end this now?” I ask, looking straight into his eyes. He doesn’t answer me. “ Jiyong?”

“No . . . fuck . . . no, Y/N. I love you. I love you so fucking much, but you . . . what you did was so wrong. You took every single fear that I have and brought them to life in one action.” His eyes begin to water, and my chest begins to cave in.

“I know I did, I feel terrible for hurting you.”

He looks around the room, and I can see in his eyes that everything we’ve built here was him trying to prove himself to me. “You should be with someone like Noah,” he says.

“I don’t want to be with anyone except you.” I wipe my eyes.

“I’m afraid you will.”

“Afraid I’ll what? Leave you for Noah?”

“Not him exactly, but someone like him.”

“I won’t. Jiyong, I love you. No one else, I love you. I love everything about you, please stop doubting yourself.” It hurts me to think that he feels this way.

“Can you honestly tell me that you didn’t start seeing me to piss off your mum?”

“What?” I say, but he just watches me and waits for an answer. “No, of course not. My mother has nothing to do with us. I fell in love with you because . . . well, because I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t help it. I tried not to because of what my mother would think, but I never had a choice. I’ve always loved you, whether I wanted to or not.”

“Sure.”

“What can I do to make you see that?” After everything I’ve been through for him, how could he think me being with him is a way to rebel against my mother?

“Not kiss other guys, perhaps.”

“I know you’re insecure, but you should know that I love you. I have fought for you from day one, with my mother, Noah, everyone.”

But something I’ve said strikes him wrong. “ ‘Insecure’? I’m not insecure. But I’m also not going to sit around and be played for a fucking fool.”

With his sudden turn back to anger, I’m starting to get angry myself. “You are worried about ‘being played’?” I know what I did was wrong, but he has done much worse to me. He really did treat me like a fool—and I forgave him.

“Don’t start that shit with me,” he growls.

“We’ve come such a long way, we’ve been through so much, Jiyong. Don’t let one mistake take that from us.” I never thought I’d be the one begging for forgiveness.

“You did it, not me.”

“Stop being so cold to me. You’ve done a lot of things to me, too,” I snap.

Anger returns to his face, and he storms away from me, yelling over his shoulder, “You know what? I’ve done a lot of things, but you kissed someone right in front of me!”

“Oh, you mean like the night you had Chaerin on your lap and kissed her in front of me?”

He spins around quickly. “We weren’t together then.”

“Maybe not to you, but I thought we were.”

“Doesn’t fucking matter, Y/N.”

“So you’re saying that you aren’t going to let this go, then?”

“I don’t know what I’m saying, but you are getting on my nerves.”

“I think you should go to bed,” I suggest. Despite the glimpses of understanding that have appeared in the last few minutes, it’s clear that he has his mind set on being cruel.

“I think you shouldn’t tell me what to do.”

“I know you’re angry and hurt, but you can’t talk to me that way. It’s not right and I won’t put up with it. Drunk or not.”

“I am not hurt.” He glares at me. Jiyong and his pride.

“You just said you were.”

“No, I didn’t, don’t tell me what I said.”

“Okay, okay.” I throw my hands up, giving in. I’m exhausted, and I don’t want to pull the pin on the grenade that is Jiyong. He walks over to the key rack and takes his key chain off while he stumbles to grab his boots. “What are you doing?” I rush over to him.

“Leaving, what does it look like?”

“You aren’t leaving. You have been drinking. A lot.” I reach for his keys, but he slips them into his pocket.

“I don’t give a shit, I need more to drink.”

“No! You don’t. You had enough—and you broke the bottle.” I try to reach for his pocket, but he grabs ahold of my wrist like he has done countless times.

This time is different because he’s so angry, and for a second I begin to worry. “Let go,” I challenge him.

“Don’t try to stop me from leaving and I’ll let go.” He doesn’t let up, and I try to appear unaffected.

“ Jiyong . . . you’re going to hurt me.”

His eyes meet mine, and he lets go quickly. When he raises a hand, I flinch and slink back away from him, but he’s only running it through his hair, I see.

His eyes flash with panic. “You thought I was going to hit you?” he nearly whispers, and I back away farther.

“I . . . I don’t know, you’re so angry, and you’re scaring me.” I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but this is the easiest way to get him back to reality.

“You should know I wouldn’t hurt you. No matter how drunk I am, I wouldn’t fucking touch you.” He glares at me.

“For someone who hates your father so much, you sure as hell don’t have a problem acting like him,” I spit.

“Fuck you—I’m nothing like him!” he shouts.

“Yes, you are! You’re drunk, you left me at that party, and you broke half our decorations in the living room—including my favorite lamp! You are acting like him . . . the old him.”

“Yeah, well, you’re acting like your mum. A spoiled snobby little—” he sneers and I gasp.

“Who are you?” I ask and shake my head. I walk away, not wanting to hear any more from him, and I know if we continue to argue while he’s this drunk, it will not end well. He’s taken his disrespect to a whole new level.

“Y/N . . . I’m . . .” he begins.

“Don’t.” I turn and spit before continuing to the bedroom. I can take his rude comments, I can take him yelling at me—because, hell, I dish it out right back to him—but we both need distance before one of us says something even worse.

“I didn’t mean that,” he says and follows me.

I close the bedroom door and lock it behind me. I slide my back down its smooth surface until I’m sitting on the floor, my knees pulled up to my chest. Maybe we can’t make this work. Maybe he’s too angry and I’m too irrational. I push him too far and he does the same to me.

No, that isn’t true. We are good for each other because we push each other. Despite all the fights and tension between us, there’s passion. So much passion that it nearly drowns me, pulling me under. And he’s the only light, the only one to save me regardless of whether he’s the one dooming me.

Jiyong taps the wood softly. “Y/N, open the door.”

“Just go to sleep, please,” I cry.

“Dammit, Y/N! Open this door now. I’m sorry, okay?” he shouts and begins to pound at the door.

Praying that he won’t bust through the door, I force myself up off the floor and pad over to the dresser to dig through my bottom drawer. When I see the white of the paper, relief washes over me, and I go into the closet and close myself in there. As I begin reading Jiyong’s note to me, the pounding at the door is drowned out to the point of no longer existing. The ache in my chest dissolves along with my headache. Nothing exists except this letter, these perfect words from my imperfect Jiyong.

I read it over and over until my tears stop along with the noise from the hall. I desperately hope that he didn’t leave, but I’m not going out there to find out. My heart and my eyes are too heavy. I need to lie down.

Taking the letter with me, I drag my body to the bed, still wearing my dress. Eventually sleep comes to me, and I am free to dream of the Jiyong that scribbled these words on a sheet of paper in a hotel room.

WHEN I WAKE UP in the middle of the night, I fold the letter up and place it back in my bottom drawer before opening the bedroom door. Jiyong is asleep in the hallway, curled up in a ball on the concrete floor. Figuring I shouldn’t wake him, I leave him alone to sleep off his intoxication, and go back to sleep.

a/n well what a drama

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