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bratzkoo · 4 months ago

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[M] merging arrangements | wonwoo pt. 2

Author: bratzkoo Pairing: chaebol heir! wonwoo x chaebol heiress!/ nurse! reader Genre: angst, fluff, smut Rating: NC-17 Word count: 6k~ Warnings/note: for my Anna, my beautiful nurse. smut scenes, not graphic but it’s weird. don’t look at the first sex scene as romantic that much, pls. MINORS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, don’t read !!!

summary: Jeon Wonwoo's been smitten with you for years, as the two of you enter an arranged marriage, he hopes you'll feel the same.

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The Maldives stretched out before them, a paradise of turquoise waters and powder-white sand beaches. Y/N stood on the balcony of their overwater bungalow, the warm breeze tugging at her hair. The setting sun painted the sky in brilliant hues of orange and pink, reflecting off the calm ocean surface. It was breathtaking, like something out of a dream. And yet, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that she was living someone else's fantasy.

Behind her, she heard the soft slide of the glass door. Wonwoo emerged from the room, two glasses of champagne in hand. He approached cautiously, as if afraid to startle her.

"It's beautiful," Y/N murmured, accepting the glass he offered. The crystal was cool against her palm, grounding her in the moment.

Wonwoo nodded, his eyes on her profile rather than the view. "It is," he agreed softly. There was something in his tone, a warmth that made Y/N glance at him. Their eyes met for a brief moment before both looked away, suddenly self-conscious.

An awkward silence fell between them. They were married now, alone together for the first time, and neither quite knew how to bridge the gap between stranger and spouse. The weight of expectations – from their families, from society, from themselves – hung heavy in the air.

Wonwoo cleared his throat, clearly searching for a safe topic. "So," he began, his voice a little too loud in the quiet evening, "tell me about your work at the hospital. What made you want to become a nurse?"

The question caught Y/N off guard. She had expected inquiries about her family, about her upbringing – the usual chaebol small talk. But this... this was personal. Genuine. She found herself smiling, grateful for the familiar topic.

"I've always wanted to help people," she began, her voice growing stronger as she spoke. "When I was little, I used to patch up my dolls, pretending they were patients. But it wasn't until high school that I really understood what nursing meant."

She paused, lost in the memory. "There was a car accident outside our school. A little boy was hurt, and I saw a nurse who happened to be passing by take charge of the situation. She was so calm, so competent. She knew exactly what to do to help that child, to comfort him until the ambulance arrived. I knew then that's what I wanted to do with my life."

As Y/N spoke, her eyes lit up with passion, her hands gesturing animatedly. Wonwoo found himself captivated. This was the Y/N he'd fallen for years ago – passionate, determined, alive with purpose. So different from the quiet, reserved bride he'd married just days ago.

"That's... amazing," Wonwoo said softly when she finished. "You must be very good at your job."

Y/N blushed slightly, unused to such direct praise. "I try to be. It's not always easy, but it's always worth it."

"I can imagine," Wonwoo nodded. "The responsibility must be immense."

"It is," Y/N agreed. "But there's nothing quite like the feeling of knowing you've made a difference in someone's life." She paused, then added with a small laugh, "Even if that someone is yelling at you because they don't want to take their medicine."

Wonwoo chuckled, a warm, rich sound that surprised them both. "I can't say I've ever had a client yell at me for trying to help them with their taxes."

This time, it was Y/N's turn to laugh. The sound seemed to lighten the air around them, easing some of the tension. They fell into a conversation about their respective professions, comparing the challenges and rewards of nursing and corporate finance.

As the last rays of sunlight faded from the sky, Y/N found herself relaxing. Wonwoo was... not what she had expected. He listened attentively, asked thoughtful questions, and even made her laugh with his dry observations about the corporate world.

Maybe, just maybe, this arranged marriage wouldn't be the disaster she had feared.

---

The days of their honeymoon passed in a blur of pristine beaches, gourmet meals, and tentative conversations. Slowly, the awkwardness began to fade, replaced by a cautious friendliness. Wonwoo proved to be a thoughtful companion, always ensuring Y/N's comfort and happiness. He remembered how she liked her coffee in the morning (one sugar, no cream), made sure there were always fresh flowers in their bungalow (he'd noticed how she admired the local blooms), and never pressured her for physical intimacy beyond what she was comfortable with.

Y/N, in turn, found herself warming to his quiet charm and genuine interest in her thoughts and dreams. She discovered that beneath his reserved exterior lay a sharp wit and a surprising depth of knowledge on a wide range of topics. Their conversations ranged from the latest advancements in medical technology to the intricacies of global finance, from their favorite books to their childhood dreams.

One afternoon, as they lounged on the beach, Y/N found herself studying Wonwoo's profile. He was handsome, she had to admit, in a classic, understated way. But it was more than that. There was a kindness to him, a gentleness that she hadn't expected in an arranged marriage.

"Wonwoo," she said suddenly, causing him to look up from his book. "Why did you agree to this marriage?"

He blinked, clearly surprised by the question. For a moment, Y/N thought he might deflect or give some generic answer about family duty. But then he closed his book, his expression thoughtful.

"Honestly?" he began, his voice low. "At first, it was about duty. About fulfilling my parents' expectations and securing the future of our company." He paused, his gaze drifting out to the ocean. "But then... I remembered meeting you at that charity gala a few years ago. Do you remember?"

Y/N shook her head. She'd attended so many galas over the years, all blending together in a haze of forced smiles and polite small talk.

Wonwoo smiled softly, lost in the memory. "You were talking to a group of doctors about your dream of becoming a nurse. You were so passionate, so determined. I remember thinking, 'This is someone who's going to change the world.'"

Y/N felt her cheeks warm, touched by the sincerity in his voice.

"When my parents suggested this arrangement," Wonwoo continued, "I thought maybe... maybe this could be a chance. To get to know you, to see if we could build something real."

For a moment, Y/N was speechless. It was perhaps the most Wonwoo had said at one time since they'd met. And the raw honesty in his words... it stirred something in her, a flutter of possibility.

"I... I don't know what to say," she admitted.

Wonwoo reached out, gently taking her hand. "You don't have to say anything. I know this isn't ideal for either of us. But I want you to know that I'm committed to making this work, whatever that means for us."

Y/N squeezed his hand, a small gesture of acknowledgment and perhaps, just perhaps, the beginning of something more.

---

On their last night in paradise, as the sun dipped below the horizon painting the sky in brilliant hues, Y/N and Wonwoo found themselves alone in their bungalow. The air was thick with unspoken expectations and nervous anticipation. They had shared kisses throughout the week, tender moments of connection, but nothing more. Now, with their return to Seoul looming, the weight of their unconsummated marriage hung between them.

Y/N stood by the window, watching the stars emerge in the darkening sky. Her heart raced, but not with anticipation. Instead, a heavy sense of duty settled in her chest. This was what was expected of her, wasn't it? To be a proper wife, to fulfill her role in this arranged marriage. The thought of her first time being born out of obligation rather than love left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Wonwoo approached slowly, his own heart pounding. He had dreamed of this moment for years, but now that it was here, he found himself terrified. Not of the act itself, but of disappointing Y/N, of hurting her in any way.

"Y/N," Wonwoo said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. She turned to face him, carefully schooling her features to hide her inner turmoil. He reached for her hand, his touch gentle. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. I want you to know that I respect you, and I hope that in time, we can build something real. There's no rush."

His words, so full of consideration, made Y/N's heart ache. Part of her wanted to confess her fears, to tell him that she wasn't ready, that she was only considering this out of a sense of duty. But the larger part, the part that had been raised to always meet expectations, to never disappoint, pushed those feelings down.

Instead, she squeezed his hand and met his gaze, forcing a smile she didn't entirely feel. "Thank you, Wonwoo," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. "I... I think I'd like to try. I trust you."

Wonwoo's breath caught at her words. He brought his free hand up to cup her cheek, his touch reverent. "Are you sure?" he asked, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation. "Y/N, I know this is your first time. We can wait if you're not ready."

For a moment, Y/N almost broke. The genuine care in his voice made her want to be honest, to tell him that she wasn't sure, that she was scared and conflicted. But the weight of expectation, of duty, pressed down on her. She leaned into his touch, drawing on all her strength to maintain her facade. "I'm sure," she whispered, the lie tasting bitter on her tongue. "I want it to be with you."

What followed was a night that left Y/N feeling more conflicted than ever. Wonwoo was incredibly gentle, taking things slow, always checking in with her. His tenderness only made Y/N feel worse about her deception, about the fact that she was going through with this out of obligation rather than desire.

As Wonwoo kissed her softly, his hands caressing her with utmost care, Y/N found herself torn between her sense of duty and unexpected moments of genuine response to his touch. Her body reacted to his gentle ministrations, even as her mind whirled with guilt and confusion.

"If anything feels uncomfortable, or if you want to stop at any point, just tell me," Wonwoo murmured, his forehead resting against hers. "Your comfort and happiness are the most important things to me."

Y/N nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. She wished she could take him up on his offer, to stop and be honest about her feelings. But the thought of disappointing him, of failing in her role as a wife, kept her silent.

When the moment finally came, Wonwoo was incredibly patient and attentive. He distracted her from any discomfort with tender kisses and whispered words of encouragement. Y/N was surprised to find that despite her emotional turmoil, her body responded to him. The initial pain gave way to sensations she hadn't expected, moments of pleasure that only added to her confusion.

"Are you okay?" Wonwoo asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, of ensuring her comfort above his own pleasure.

Y/N nodded, her hands coming up to cup his face. "I'm okay," she whispered, and for a moment, it wasn't entirely a lie. "Please, don't stop."

As they moved together, Y/N found herself lost in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. There was the physical pleasure, yes, but also guilt, confusion, and a growing affection for Wonwoo that she hadn't anticipated. She looked up into his eyes, seeing in them a mixture of desire, affection, and something deeper that made her heart twist with a combination of warmth and regret.

For Wonwoo, the trust he believed Y/N was placing in him was humbling. He took his time, savoring every gasp, every soft moan, committing to memory the way she felt, the way she moved with him. His only goal was her pleasure, her comfort, unaware of the internal struggle raging within her.

As they reached their peak together, Y/N felt a sense of completion she hadn't expected, accompanied by a wave of guilt. It wasn't just physical satisfaction – it was emotional turmoil, a confusing mix of pleasure, duty fulfilled, and shame at her deception.

Afterward, as they lay tangled together, Wonwoo pressed soft kisses to Y/N's forehead, her cheeks, her lips. "Are you alright?" he murmured, his voice filled with tender concern. "How do you feel?"

Y/N took a moment to assess her feelings, surprised by the warmth and contentment flowing through her. Despite her initial reservations and the sense of duty that had driven her decision, the experience had been genuinely pleasurable and emotionally moving. "I feel... wonderful," she said softly, and realized with a start that it wasn't a lie. The guilt she'd expected to feel was there, but it was overshadowed by a confusing mix of physical satisfaction and emotional connection.

"Thank you for being so patient and gentle with me," she added, her voice thick with emotion.

Wonwoo's arms tightened around her, and she could feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Thank you for trusting me," he said quietly. "Y/N, I... I want you to know that this means everything to me. You mean everything to me."

His words brought tears to Y/N's eyes, which she didn't try to hide this time. She was overwhelmed by the sincerity in his voice and the depth of her own response to him. She snuggled closer, partly out of a growing affection, and partly to process the complex swirl of emotions inside her.

"You mean so much to me too, Wonwoo," she said, and this was entirely true. Despite her initial motivations being rooted in duty, she had grown genuinely fond of him over their honeymoon, and this intimate experience had only deepened that feeling.

As they drifted off to sleep, tangled in each other's arms, Y/N found herself grappling with a confusing mix of emotions. The guilt at her initial deception was still there, but it was now intertwined with genuine affection for Wonwoo and a surprising contentment with their physical intimacy. The sense of duty that had initially driven her had been transformed into something more complex, more real.

Y/N's last conscious thought before sleep claimed her was one of cautious hope. She might have entered this marriage out of duty, might have approached this intimate moment with mixed motivations, but the genuine connection she felt with Wonwoo now gave her hope for their future. Moving forward, she would try to build something real with him, based on the unexpected feelings that had blossomed between them.

---

The return to Seoul brought with it a harsh return to reality. No sooner had they unpacked their suitcases than both sets of parents descended upon them, full of questions and expectations.

Y/N's mother cornered her in the kitchen, ostensibly to help prepare tea but clearly with an agenda in mind. "So," she began, her tone deceptively casual as she arranged delicate porcelain cups on a tray. "How was the honeymoon? Did you and Wonwoo... get along?"

The implication in her mother's tone was clear. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. "Mother," she said, a warning in her voice.

But her mother was undeterred. "I'm just saying, darling, it's never too early to start thinking about the future. When can we expect news of a grandchild?"

Y/N nearly dropped the teapot she was holding. "Mother, we've only just gotten back."

"And?" her mother pressed. "You're not getting any younger, Y/N. And the merger between our companies will be much more secure with a heir in the picture."

Before Y/N could respond, Wonwoo's voice came from the doorway. "Is everything alright?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp as they took in Y/N's flushed face and tense posture.

"Of course, of course," Y/N's mother said smoothly, picking up the tea tray. "We were just having a little mother-daughter chat. Shall we join the others?"

As they made their way to the living room, Wonwoo fell into step beside Y/N. "Are you okay?" he murmured, low enough that only she could hear.

Y/N nodded, grateful for his concern. "I'm fine. Just... family pressures, you know?"

Wonwoo's hand found the small of her back, a comforting touch. "I understand. We're in this together, remember?"

His words, so similar to those he'd spoken on their honeymoon, helped steady her. Together, they entered the living room where their fathers were engaged in a discussion about the merger while Wonwoo's mother looked on with barely concealed impatience.

As Y/N and her mother served the tea, Wonwoo's father turned his attention to the newlyweds. "So," he began, his tone businesslike, "have you two given any thought to your future plans? The merger papers will be signed next week, and it would be good to have a clear picture of the next steps."

"Next steps?" Wonwoo asked, though the tightening of his jaw suggested he knew exactly what his father meant.

"An heir, of course," Wonwoo's mother chimed in. "It's never too early to start planning. The future of both our companies depends on a strong succession plan."

Y/N felt Wonwoo tense beside her. She reached for his hand under the table, a silent show of support.

Wonwoo's voice was calm but firm when he spoke. "We understand the importance, but we'd like some time to settle into married life first. Y/N's career is important to her, and to me. We'll start a family when we're ready."

The room fell silent for a moment, the tension palpable. Then Y/N's father cleared his throat. "Of course, of course. No need to rush. But do keep in mind the bigger picture. This merger is about more than just business – it's about creating a legacy."

The parents exchanged knowing looks but dropped the subject – for now. As the conversation turned to other topics, Y/N felt a mixture of relief and dread. This was only the beginning, she knew. The pressure would only increase as time went on.

Later that night, as they prepared for bed in their new shared apartment, Y/N found herself watching Wonwoo. He moved around the room with a quiet efficiency, his face thoughtful.

"Thank you," she said suddenly, causing him to look up in surprise. "For what you said earlier, about my career. It... it means a lot to me."

Wonwoo's expression softened. He crossed the room to her, taking her hands in his. "I meant what I said, Y/N. Your dreams, your ambitions – they're important to me because they're important to you. We're partners now, in every sense of the word."

Y/N felt a rush of warmth towards him. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It was different from their honeymoon kisses – more familiar, more comfortable. When she pulled back, Wonwoo was smiling, a genuine, warm smile that reached his eyes.

"We'll figure this out," he said softly. "Together."

As they settled into bed, Y/N found herself believing him. Whatever challenges lay ahead, at least they would face them as a team.

---

Y/N's return to the hospital was a welcome respite from the suffocating expectations at home. The familiar bustle of the emergency room, the beeping of machines, the controlled chaos – it all felt wonderfully normal. As she changed into her scrubs, Y/N felt a sense of rightness settle over her. This was where she belonged.

She made her way to the nurses' station, nodding greetings to familiar faces as she passed. The hospital staff had been curious about her sudden marriage – gossip traveled fast in the healthcare world – but most had been respectful enough not to pry.

"Well, well, look who's back from paradise," a familiar voice called out as Y/N approached the nurses' station. Alexys, her friend and sometimes-nemesis from the medical technology department, was leaning against the counter, a mischievous grin on her face. "How was the honeymoon? Did you even leave the room?"

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. "Alexys!" she hissed, glancing around to see if anyone had overheard. "Behave yourself."

"Never," Alexys grinned, unrepentant. She lowered her voice, leaning in conspiratorially. "But seriously, how are you doing? This whole arranged marriage thing... it's got to be weird, right?"

Before Y/N could respond, Dr. Ela joined them, her white coat crisp and her expression warm. "Welcome back, Y/N," she said, giving her friend a quick hug. "We've missed you around here. The ER just isn't the same without you keeping everyone in line."

Y/N smiled, grateful for her friends' presence. "Thanks, Ela. It's good to be back. I've missed this place."

"More than your new hubby?" Alexys teased, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but before she could retort, a new voice joined the conversation. "Hey, Y/N. Welcome back."

She turned to see Seungcheol approaching, a stack of files in his arms. He hesitated for a moment upon seeing her, then approached with a forced casualness. "Glad to have you back on the team," he added, his voice a little too bright to be natural.

Y/N felt a flutter in her stomach, a mixture of fondness and guilt. "Thanks, Seungcheol," she managed, acutely aware of Alexys and Ela watching the interaction with interest. "It's good to see you."

An awkward silence fell over the group. Ela, ever the peacemaker, cleared her throat. "Well, we should probably get to work. Y/N, why don't you join me for rounds? I can catch you up on what you've missed."

Grateful for the interruption, Y/N nodded. "Sounds good. I'll see you guys later," she said, directing a small smile at Alexys and Seungcheol before following Ela down the hallway.

As they walked, Ela lowered her voice. "Are you okay? That seemed... tense."

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I'm fine. It's just... complicated, you know? Everything's changed so fast, and I'm not sure how to navigate it all."

Ela squeezed her friend's arm sympathetically. "I can't even imagine. But you know we're here for you, right? Whatever you need."

Y/N smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Ela. That means a lot."

As they began their rounds, Y/N found herself falling back into the familiar rhythm of hospital life. The complex cases, the worried families, the rush of adrenaline when a critical patient came in – it all reminded her why she'd fought so hard to continue her career.

However, throughout the day, she couldn't help but notice Seungcheol finding reasons to be near her – offering to help with difficult patients, bringing her coffee during her break, lingering to chat whenever possible. His attentions, once welcome, now filled her with a confused mix of emotions.

During a particularly hectic moment in the ER, Y/N found herself working alongside Seungcheol to stabilize a patient with multiple injuries from a car accident. Their teamwork was seamless, born from years of working together. As they successfully got the patient stable and ready for surgery, Seungcheol caught her eye, a look of admiration and something deeper in his gaze.

"We make a good team," he said softly, his hand brushing against hers as they both reached for the patient chart.

Y/N felt a jolt at the contact, memories of their past flirtations flooding back. She stepped back, creating some distance between them. "We always have," she replied, keeping her tone professional. "I should go update the family."

As she walked away, she could feel Seungcheol's eyes on her back. The guilt that had been simmering all day intensified. She cared for Seungcheol, she couldn't deny that. But she was married now, committed to making things work with Wonwoo. The situation was far more complicated than she'd ever imagined it would be.

Later in the day, Y/N found herself in the lab, waiting for some urgent test results. Alexys was there, bent over a microscope with intense concentration.

"Any chance those results are ready?" Y/N asked, trying to keep the impatience out of her voice.

Alexys looked up, a smirk playing on her lips. "Patience, Nurse Jeon. Quality takes time."

Y/N bristled at the use of her new surname. "It's still Nurse Kit at work, Alexys. And my patient doesn't have the luxury of time."

"Well, excuse me, Florence Nightingale," Alexys shot back, rolling her eyes. "But unlike some people, I can't just stick a thermometer in an ear and call it a day. These tests are delicate."

"And my patient's life depends on those results," Y/N retorted, her frustration mounting. "So if you could maybe work a little faster instead of making snide comments..."

"Ladies," a firm voice interrupted. They turned to see Ela standing in the doorway, her expression a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "Let's remember we're all on the same team here. Alexys, how much longer for those results?"

Alexys had the grace to look slightly abashed. "Five minutes, tops."

Ela nodded. "Good. Y/N, why don't you go check on your patient in the meantime? I'll bring the results as soon as they're ready."

As Y/N left the lab, she could hear Ela gently admonishing Alexys. Despite her frustration, she felt a surge of affection for her friends. They might bicker and tease, but when it came down to it, they always had each other's backs.

The rest of the shift passed in a blur of patients, paperwork, and the usual hospital drama. By the time Y/N was changing out of her scrubs, she felt physically and emotionally drained. As she gathered her things from her locker, she heard a soft knock. Looking up, she saw Seungcheol standing in the doorway of the locker room.

"Hey," he said, his voice gentle. "Tough shift?"

Y/N nodded, too tired to maintain her earlier professional distance. "Yeah, but we got through it. That's what matters."

Seungcheol stepped into the room, closing the distance between them. "Y/N, I... I know things are different now. But I want you to know that I'm still here for you. As a friend, as a colleague... as whatever you need me to be."

The sincerity in his voice made Y/N's heart ache. "Seungcheol, I—"

"You don't have to say anything," he interrupted, holding up a hand. "I know you're married now. I respect that. I just... I needed you to know."

Before Y/N could respond, her phone buzzed with a text. It was from Wonwoo: "Hope you had a good first day back. Dinner's waiting at home when you're ready."

The message was a stark reminder of her new reality. She looked back at Seungcheol, seeing the mixture of hope and resignation in his eyes. "I should go," she said softly. "But thank you, Seungcheol. For everything."

As she left the hospital, Y/N felt the weight of her complicated emotions settling over her. She was married to Wonwoo, committed to making their arrangement work. But her history with Seungcheol, the ease of their connection, the what-ifs... it all swirled in her mind, making her question everything.

The drive home was a blur, Y/N's thoughts too chaotic to focus on anything but the road ahead. As she entered the apartment she now shared with Wonwoo, the smell of home-cooked food greeted her. She found Wonwoo in the kitchen, plating what looked like a gourmet meal.

He looked up as she entered, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Welcome home," he said, his voice gentle. "I thought you might be hungry after your first day back."

The domesticity of the scene, so at odds with the turmoil of her day, nearly brought Y/N to tears. "You cooked?" she managed, setting down her bag.

Wonwoo nodded, looking slightly embarrassed. "I'm not as good as the chefs at the resort, but I wanted to do something nice for you. How was your day?"

As they sat down to eat, Y/N found herself opening up about her day – the challenges with patients, the bickering with Alexys, the comfort of being back in her element. She carefully avoided mentioning Seungcheol, guilt gnawing at her for the omission.

Wonwoo listened attentively, asking thoughtful questions and offering words of support. As they cleared the dishes together, he suddenly turned to her, his expression serious.

"Y/N, I want you to know how much I admire what you do," he said. "Your dedication to your patients, your passion for your work... it's incredible. I know our families are pushing for you to give up nursing, but I want you to know that I support you, completely."

Overwhelmed by his words, Y/N felt tears pricking at her eyes. Without thinking, she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Wonwoo in a tight hug. He returned the embrace, his strong arms enveloping her, providing a sense of safety and comfort she hadn't realized she needed.

As they stood there in the kitchen, holding each other, Y/N felt some of her earlier confusion begin to fade. Yes, her feelings were complicated. Yes, there were challenges ahead. But in that moment, with Wonwoo's steady heartbeat against her ear, she felt a sense of rightness. This was her husband, the man she had committed to building a life with. And maybe, just maybe, they could make this work.

"Thank you," she whispered against his chest. "For understanding. For supporting me."

Wonwoo pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "Always," he murmured. "We're in this together, remember?"

As they prepared for bed that night, the air between them was charged with a new awareness. The physical intimacy they'd shared on their honeymoon had been tentative, exploratory. But now, with the reality of their daily lives settling in, there was a different kind of intimacy developing – one built on mutual respect, understanding, and the beginnings of genuine affection.

When Wonwoo kissed her goodnight, Y/N felt a flutter in her stomach that had nothing to do with duty or obligation. As she drifted off to sleep, Wonwoo's arm draped protectively over her waist, she found herself looking forward to the future they would build together.

But even as she succumbed to sleep, a small part of her mind couldn't help but wonder about the path not taken, and the man she'd left behind at the hospital. The road ahead was far from simple, but Y/N was beginning to realize that the heart rarely followed a straightforward path.

The next few weeks fell into a rhythm. Y/N threw herself into her work at the hospital, while Wonwoo divided his time between the office and working from home. They were still finding their footing as a couple, but each day brought small moments of connection – shared meals, quiet evenings watching dramas together, gentle kisses goodbye in the morning.

At the hospital, Y/N continued to navigate the complex dynamics with her colleagues. Alexys remained a constant source of both irritation and amusement, their bickering a familiar dance that often ended in reluctant laughter.

"Seriously, Alexys," Y/N sighed one afternoon, exasperated by yet another delay in lab results. "How long does it take to run a simple blood panel?"

Alexys leaned against the lab counter, a mischievous glint in her eye. "About as long as it takes you to take a patient's temperature. Oh wait, that's right – you nurses have those fancy ear thermometers now. Must be nice to have technology do all the work for you."

"Says the person whose entire job revolves around machines doing the work," Y/N shot back, unable to suppress a smile.

"Ladies," Ela's voice cut in, equal parts amusement and exasperation. "If you two have enough energy to bicker, perhaps you could channel it into, oh I don't know, actual work?"

As they both mumbled apologies, Ela shook her head fondly. "I swear, sometimes I feel more like a kindergarten teacher than a doctor."

Despite the teasing, Y/N was grateful for the normalcy of these interactions. They were a welcome distraction from the more complicated aspects of her new life – namely, her conflicted feelings about Seungcheol.

True to his word, Seungcheol had maintained a respectful distance. But Y/N couldn't help but notice the longing looks he sent her way when he thought she wasn't looking, or the way his hand would linger just a moment too long when passing her a patient chart. It was torture, in a way – a constant reminder of what might have been.

One evening, as Y/N was finishing up her shift, she quite literally ran into Seungcheol as she rounded a corner. His hands came up to steady her, and for a moment, they were closer than they had been in weeks.

"I'm sorry," Y/N said, stepping back quickly. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

"It's okay," Seungcheol replied softly, his eyes searching her face. "Y/N, I—"

"I should go," she interrupted, suddenly desperate to escape the intensity of his gaze. "Wonwoo's waiting for me."

As she hurried away, she could feel Seungcheol's eyes on her back, full of unspoken words and unfulfilled promises.

When she arrived home that night, she found Wonwoo in the living room, surrounded by stacks of papers and looking thoroughly stressed.

"Rough day?" she asked, setting down her bag and moving to massage his tense shoulders.

Wonwoo leaned into her touch with a grateful sigh. "You could say that. The merger is... complicated. There are a lot of moving parts, a lot of people to please."

Y/N felt a pang of guilt. In the whirlwind of her own conflicted emotions, she'd almost forgotten the enormous pressure Wonwoo was under. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she offered.

Wonwoo turned to look at her, a soft smile on his face. "You're doing it," he said, reaching up to squeeze her hand. "Just being here, being you... it helps more than you know."

In that moment, looking down at her husband – this man who supported her dreams, who cooked her dinner after long shifts, who was working so hard to make their families' vision a reality – Y/N felt a surge of affection. She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Wonwoo responded immediately, deepening the kiss as he pulled her around the couch and into his lap. As things heated up between them, Y/N found herself fully present in the moment, thoughts of the hospital and Seungcheol fading away.

Later, as they lay tangled together in bed, Wonwoo trailing lazy patterns on her bare skin, Y/N felt a sense of peace settle over her. It wasn't the all-consuming passion she'd once dreamed of, but there was a warmth, a tenderness to their relationship that was beginning to feel like home.

"Y/N," Wonwoo murmured, his voice husky with sleep. "I know this isn't how either of us imagined starting our lives together. But I want you to know... I'm happy. With you."

Y/N felt her heart swell at his words. She snuggled closer, pressing a kiss to his chest. "I'm happy too," she whispered, and was surprised to realize she meant it.

As she drifted off to sleep, Y/N knew that challenges lay ahead. The pressure from their families for an heir would only increase. The complications at the hospital wouldn't magically disappear. But for now, in the warmth of Wonwoo's embrace, she allowed herself to hope. Hope that they could build a life together that was more than just duty and obligation. Hope that the affection growing between them could blossom into something deep and lasting.

The road ahead was uncertain, but Y/N was beginning to believe that with Wonwoo by her side, they could face whatever came their way. Together.

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hard-core-super-star · 8 months ago

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underneath my skin [K.Bishop]

pairing: vampire!kate bishop x reader

summary: it takes a few tries but after kate shows up unannounced at wanda's cabin, you finally make things right.

warnings: technically none?; still angsty but with a happier ending than last time; stubborn idiots in love being stubborn and in love; minor injuries + blood mentions; kate being a little immature shit and R being fed up; a surprising lack of hot vampire things AGAIN; too many references to the previous parts

wordcount: 3k

a/n: yes, hi, i know last time i said i was going to make the next vampire kate installment smutty but…my hand slipped and i focused on the plot too much 😅 i love this dynamic too much! BUT MARK MY WORDS, next part WILL be smut! [i’m a little rusty though so bear with me] anyway, i’m slowly but surely finding my rhythm again and i hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

part one | part two | part four

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You had been expecting a lot of things to happen today.

Wanda was going to teach you another spell, you were probably going to end up oversharing about something to get her to spill more information about Westview to satiate your curiosity, and then you’d both argue about which one of you two used magic to make sure the overwatered crops in the backyard don’t die (it was definitely you).

It was going to be a fun, normal, day full of the normal things that make up your new routine. And it was surely not going to feature Kate Bishop in any way.

Except Kate decided to ruin all your plans by showing up outside your door.

You wish you could say you’re surprised but the archer’s favorite hobby is messing up your plans and making you question far too many things.

“y/n.” Her voice is incredibly soft despite the shock that paints it. “...hey.”

You couldn't hold back the laugh that escapes you if you tried. “Hey? That’s your opener?”

There’s a lack of annoyance in your voice that clearly catches her off-guard. Her nervousness is as endearing as always despite the wounds she caused that haven’t closed yet.

“I don’t really know what else to say…”

You’re about to make fun of her when Wanda appears behind you. You feel her presence before you hear her voice and for a second, it’s like you can hear her warning you not to get too attached to Kate’s annoyingly charming habits.

Wanda has a point, of course she does, but you trust your heart even less than you trust the archer with it. Kate doesn’t even have to do anything for a part of you to yell at you to throw everything to the wind and go with her.

Go where exactly? That wasn’t as clear.

Of course, you could go back to New York but what’s the use? Just because it’s been a few months since the scandal broke out doesn’t mean you can go back to your old life. Back to the casual “not a relationship but more than a friendship” thing you and Kate had going on.

The witch’s hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality and you comply with her unspoken request. Whatever Kate needs doesn’t have anything to do with you. Leaving before she can sink her teeth into you again is the smart move.

So, you move away and let Wanda and Kate talk out on the front porch. You do your best not to listen in to their conversation but you do overhear something about The Avengers and Clint asking for the Sokovian’s witchy help.

You do your best to remind yourself the archer didn’t come here for you. She probably didn’t even know you were here. She doesn’t need you and you don’t need her…right?

You wish it was true. Maybe if it was true, you would be able to stay away from her.

Unfortunately, Kate is just as bad as you when it comes to walking away from self-destructive choices.

Wanda managed to get her to leave without you stopping her but she couldn’t stop the archer from getting into trouble once she was gone. Despite the Sokovian’s insistence that her cabin was incredibly far from other people, you both knew there was a small town not too far away.

A town that a certain archer ended up stumbling into.

Thankfully, Wanda had locked herself in her room with the Darkhold which meant she didn’t notice when Kate came back hours later to knock on your window.

The sound scared the crap out of you and yet you approached, a part of you longing to see her despite what a downright horrible idea it was bound to be.

You opened your window and came face to face with an out-of-breath Kate Bishop, her face littered with small scratches and a prominent bruise on her jaw. “Hey.”

“...hi?”

Her attempt at playing it cool fails miserably when she flinches at the tone in your voice. You’re not exactly mad but you’re not thrilled and the disappointment in your features breaks her facade quicker than you’ve ever witnessed.

It’s like you can see her trying to retreat before she fucks things up but you’ll be damned if you let her walk away from you now. “What’d you do this time?”

Your voice seems to relax the tension in her body somewhat. “I um…may need some help.”

“That wasn’t the question, Katherine.”

It’s hard to hold in your laughter at the face she makes but you manage. If you had a nickel for every time she got annoyed by your use of her full name, you’d be a few coins away from catching up to her fortune.

“Can I come in or not?” She asks. It’s obvious she’s trying to hold on to those bits of annoyance despite the growing smirk on her lips.

A beat of silence passes, and a voice in your head tells you you’ll only get hurt again before you notice the way she’s holding her side. You try to not give in to the overwhelming wave of worry that crashes into you at once.

“Sure, just try not to make too much noise. Wanda won’t hesitate to kick you out.” Your attempt at humor falls flat, which isn’t at all surprising, but you help her climb through your window anyway.

She stumbles a little and you bite back your teasing comments once you notice the blood on her clothes. You had to stop finding yourself in situations like these with her.

Vulnerability and Kate Bishop do not mix well…especially when she’s standing in front of you with that stupid puppy dog look she wears so well.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you mutter, half-hoping she won’t hear you.

She does, though, considering the way her nervous smile turns into a smirk.

Some things never change.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t realize my ‘I just got shot’ face turned you on so much.”

It’s easier to hide your genuine concern when she’s so busy being…her usual annoying self. “You’re an asshole.”

Kate rolls her eyes, a frustrated sound escaping her. “You’re one to talk.”

You’re not sure what exactly she’s referencing but it’s not like the list is particularly long. You could be mature and respond but the archer isn’t the face of maturity either so you ignore her words and move on.

“Do you want help or not?”

She shrugs, because of course she’d make things harder than they need to be, but the movement makes her wince. The sudden pain seems to reset her brain, and her attitude, because she nods without putting up any more of a fight. “Yeah, I think the bullet just grazed me but it hurts like a bitch.”

Your hands reach out for her before you can stop them. Your fingers graze the hem of her shirt when you snap out of your trance, your mind filling with unwanted memories about the night that started all your problems.

“You can take it off.” Her soft voice startles you out of your thoughts and you look up to meet her eyes. When the hell did she get so close to you, anyway? “I don’t bite.”

You let out a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. “We both know that’s a lie.”

Despite the tension and uncertainty that still lingers, Kate offers you a smile. A real, amused, one. Not a smirk and not the cocky smile that makes you want to kiss her and slap her at the same time. It’s a warm smile, tinted by a nostalgia only the two of you can really understand.

“Okay, fine…I don’t bite without consent,” she corrects herself. “And I…haven’t done it since that night.”

You assume the comment is her trying to be charming in her borderline awkward way even though all it does is worry you more. Of course, you weren’t an expert on vampires by any means but you knew not feeding for so long couldn’t be a good thing…and suddenly the way she’s been swaying without noticing makes too much sense.

“You’re so stupid,” you mumble under your breath.

If Kate hears you, she doesn’t say anything about your words which thankfully allows you to help her remove her shirt without any further distractions. It takes all your self-restraint to keep your eyes from trailing down and admiring the skin that’s been revealed.

You force yourself to focus on her side and the wound she’s been trying to hide since she got here. There’s still some annoyance burning under the surface even as you try to help. “Move your hand. I can’t help you otherwise.”

She grumbles something you don’t quite catch under her breath before finally moving her hand away and revealing her skin. Despite her insistence that she had only been grazed by a bullet, she looked worse for wear.

“Jesus, Kate, what happened to you?” You don’t miss the way she shivers as your fingers trace her side.

She doesn’t answer and you resign yourself to the clear lack of answers you’ll be getting tonight.

Your eyes silently inspect her irritated skin and you curse under your breath when you notice an infection is already starting to spread. Knowing her, she had probably gotten hurt earlier in the day and completely wrote it off as nothing until the pain became too unbearable.

To make matters worse, she stumbles again and this time, you have no choice but to wrap your arms around her waist and pull her into you. She’s the one who curses this time and your heart aches from how strained and pained her voice sounds.

It’s hard but you manage to bite back your constructive criticism at her ridiculously stupid, albeit not surprising, tendencies. You manage to lead her to your bed and she sits down without any complaints (something that’s quite surprising).

“Kate,” you say, your voice so quiet it startles you. “Your silence is starting to worry me.”

She makes a soft sound that you assume is meant to be a chuckle. “You still worry about me?”

“Only when you show up outside my window like a weirdo.”

Your eyes meet hers for a second and you swear the usual sparkles in her eyes are laced with panic. Every cell in your being aches to comfort her but you don’t dare move yet.

You wish you could forgive and forget, that you could move past what happened between you and start again, but you can’t. At least not if she won’t help you. Then again, it’s not like you’re in any position to make demands. Maybe it was Kate who pushed you away but you’re the one who severed your connection with the vampire.

You’re the one who crossed a line you’re not sure you can come back from. For better or for worse.

“Why are you worried anyway?” The disappointment in her tone doesn’t escape you. “Don’t you have a spell to fix this or something?”

There it is.

For some reason, out of all the reasons Kate had to be mad at you, this one was at the bottom of the list in your mind.

“I don’t do that stuff anymore,” you reply, doing your best to ignore the incredulous look on her face.

“That’s such bullshit.” She scoffs.

You busy yourself with the task at hand, kneeling in front of her and inwardly cringing at the way your heart skips a beat due to the position. You don’t miss the way Kate spreads her legs to allow you to shift closer, though, and that only makes everything worse.

“What are you talking about?” You know damn well what she’s talking about but you play dumb anyway. Your hands clumsily reach for the first aid kit you stashed inside the drawer of the bedside table and you silently thank Wanda for her overprotective suggestion.

“Oh, come on, y/n!” A shiver that isn’t due to the cold air coming in from the now open window runs down your spine. “I know you used magic to cut our connection and I know damn well Wanda didn’t do it on her own. Do you seriously think I don’t know about that spell? I’m not the only vampire in my family.”

“But you’re definitely the most stubborn one,” you mumble.

You miss the roll of her eyes but not the frustrated sigh that leaves her lips. You can’t remember the last time you had a conversation with Kate that didn’t end with the two of you arguing about something. Sure, it had been part of your dynamic at some point but now it only serves as a reminder of why you two will never work again.

Her eyes follow your movements as you reach for an antiseptic wipe and start disinfecting the area around the wound. You’re expecting her to complain about the stinging sensation but she doesn’t.

For the first time since you met her, Kate Bishop genuinely surprises you.

“I’m not mad, you know?” Her soft words break the tension-filled silence your lack of response left behind. “Well, I was at first but…I understand why you did it…why you had to get away from me.”

The urge to ignore her is incredibly strong and yet a part of you longs to make things right. Or as right as they possibly can be considering your history together.

“That’s not why I did it.” You frown once your eyes catch sight of the multitude of scars and unhealed cuts that litter the rest of Kate’s torso. “I was just…tired of pretending.”

“Am I that bad of a kisser?” The humor in her voice helps remove some of the tension in your shoulders. It’s obvious she’s merely trying to deflect but you chuckle in response anyway.

You allow a calm silence to fill the room while you focus on disinfecting and wrapping up the wound. Focusing proves to be difficult, however, when one of her hands lands on your shoulder and she grips you hard enough to leave nail indents in your skin.

The sensation does help you swallow back your anxieties so you don’t complain…at least for the moment.

You make a mental note to ask Wanda for the recipe of the herbal remedy she always uses to fight off infections as you finish bandaging the archer up.

You’re almost out of the woods when your fingers accidentally find a certain scar on Kate’s other side. It’s subtle but the change in texture gives away what it is without you having to look.

Kate interrupts your train of thought before your eyes can join your fingers in examining the memory forever carved into her skin. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Your eyes drift up to her face and your breath catches in your throat once you become aware of the position you’re in. She notices your reaction but you respond before that stupid smirk can finish spreading along her lips.

“It’s only fair, you didn’t answer a single one of mine,” you point out.

��Your questions were stupid.” She shrugs and you hate that you can tell she’s doing it again. She’s hiding behind the persona she wears so well. The one that doesn’t care about what anyone else thinks despite the fact that Kate Bishop is the embodiment of empathy.

Of love.

The aching in your chest grows stronger.

“And you asking if you’re a bad kisser isn’t stupid?” You raise an eyebrow at her but she seems unbothered by your stare.

“Of course not, it’s important information.”

Her smirk is back again and unfortunately, so is your urge to kiss her so hard she’ll shut up for once. The desperation that lingers in that thought startles you even though it doesn’t take a genius to figure out how you still feel for her.

You’re not a gambler but you would bet everything you have that Kate feels the same way you do. It’s almost like you can see the struggle in her eyes. It’s like you can see the need to retreat behind her walls fighting with her desire to feel you close after so long.

You don’t need a “special connection” to figure that much out. Especially with the way she keeps clenching and unclenching her hands.

“You’re not a bad kisser, Kate,” you say, your heart pounding in your chest as you force yourself to say the one thing that’s been on your mind since the night you walked away from her. “But you are horrible at talking about your feelings.”

That gets a laugh out of her.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

You hesitate for a moment before your hand lands on top of her fidgeting one.

“That despite your many, many, many flaws…” You lean forward until your faces are merely inches apart. “I can’t find a way to not love you.”

“y/n-” Her breath catches in her throat as her eyes trail down your face.

You wait for her to finish her sentence but words never come. Instead of words, she leans forward, her hands moving up to grasp your face and pull you up toward her.

The movement startles you but it doesn’t necessarily surprise you. What does surprise you, though, is the sheer amount of desperation that swims in the few inches remaining between your lips.

It’s like you both wait a second more than necessary, almost like you can’t believe the other will allow the contact to happen.

But then it does.

Kate practically lunges forward and connects her mouth with yours in an instant. Any ounce of restraint you still had goes out the window at that moment and you melt against her.

There are so many unsaid things, so many things you both still need to apologize for, so many joint mistakes, and yet…it all fades away.

Suddenly, everything else is meaningless.

Suddenly, and for the third time in the past few months, you realize how much you love Kate Bishop. How much you need her in your life despite the unrestrained chaos she brings.

How she’s the only person who’s able to turn your life upside down from a single kiss.

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armoredtitanmistress · 2 years ago

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𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙦𝙪𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 | Toji Fushiguro| fruitions of life

characters: toji fushiguro x gojo!reader, toji zenin x gojo!reader

summary: you can’t expect to enter a garden and come out without getting messy…figuratively.

tags: toji x gojo!reader, gojo’s older sister, pre-star plasma vessel arc/star plasma vessel arc, suggestive language (thanks to Toji, of course), explicit language, symbolism (?), NO SMUT (bare with me y'all you will get it eventually) strangers to friends to ?, fluff, love their dynamic, 2nd person point of view, the first person point of view switches are intentional!

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The stars would have laughed at your relationship. You are close enough to be friends and hold enough attraction for one another to be lovers, but distant enough to be considered strangers. Toji was not far off when he talked to the stars to say that you were in denial about your relationship. This is not to say that Toji understood your relationship any better. Though he was aware that an attraction between the two of you was mutual, he understood his feelings to be simply that, attraction. Very hypocritical of him, if you asked me.

The persona that Toji had created when he entered your garden was a paradox to the life he lived outside of it. You knew only what he would allow you to know. Yes, he was swindling women for money. Yes, he liked to partake in gambling of all forms. Yes, he was a mercenary by trade. None of these “hobbies'' of his were ever explained thoroughly, just a lot of in-between kind of talks. He joked about how different you were from your reputation when you first met. He was an open book, a paperback that if you bent the page to read and didn’t have something to secure in place they’ll just snap closed. If it were put into proper use the years would reveal themselves before you even got to the title page.

I’d describe you to be a hardcover. You were a popular read that any literary aficionado wanted to unravel. Abiding by the rules of commerce, hardcovers cost more than paperbacks. Hardcovers are for appearances while paperbacks are for a proper read. In stark contrast to a paperback, hardcovers don’t advertise their use with their exterior. No, you’d have to flip through and give it the same amount of attention as a paperback. No one would want to do that.

The Toji Zenin who currently was helping you plant some pink camellia in your garden and the stone-cold mercenary that would remain a topic of discussion during debriefings were two distinguishable people in your eyes. I allow myself to believe that the reasoning behind this is that you both presented different personas to one another. Whether they were founded based on your true personas or the fantasy of what could’ve been. To this day, even as the narrator, I do not know.

You watched with your tote bag of gardening supplies perched on your shoulder as the man worked. He had shown up in a black compression t-shirt that did what it was told as you could see his muscles fighting against the shirt's fabric. Any movement he made you would be able to see his muscles contract and pronounce themselves against the shirt. It was a short-sleeve so regardless if it was a compression shirt or not you would be able to see them. He wore these kinds of shirts every time he entered the garden. You didn’t know if this was his everyday attire or if it was a coincidence. Unfortunately, you didn’t mind either reasoning.

“You gonna just stand there and check me out or help me plant this shit?” He asked midway through digging an unnecessarily enormous hole. Though he had been gifted with many physical attributes through this Heavenly Restriction, a green thumb was not one of them; He overwaters the plants, he doesn’t understand the reasoning behind removing weeds, and always accidentally stomps on flowers because of how comically big he is. Yet, you still allowed him to help and still paid him.

Call it charity work.

“I was judging how badly you planted those seeds.” You squatted down beside him, placing your tote bag on the ground before snatching the shovel from him and shoving him away to take over. You inspected his work and huffed, “With that poor eyesight of yours, I should reconsider your qualifications on letting you help me out with the garden. Seriously, how could you possibly think a seed this tiny needs that big of a hole.”

“Speaking from prior experiences?” He quipped, somehow not at all offended by you scrutinizing his work. You were trying to wrap your head around him having the body of a full-fledged adult with the accompaniment of the mind and libido of a pubescent boy. “When you say shit like that you make me think that you’re asking for me to say something out of pocket. I mean you kind of walk right into them, doll.”

Unknowingly is what you wanted to add to his statement. You unknowingly walked into his linguistic traps. You scoff, “How about I do you one better? What if you had something other than sex on your mind, pervert?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and poked a finger into your cheek furrowing your eyebrows but not letting it sway your attention on the flowers.

“Now where’s the fun in that? Life gets boring after a while. You gotta start switching things up before you get to that point.” He asserts, pulling another small shovel from your tote bag to continue tormenting your garden. “Ah, but I guess you’re already there.”

He knocks several decades off your lifespan with his words alone. You shook your head, “This is why I refused to exchange numbers with you. I’d rather keep my dosage of your stupidity to a low.”

“You’ll come around to it.”

He had immoderate confidence.

“You have to be gentle with them. Using that much aggression only leads to unpleasant results. The flowers feel the energy you put out.” You explain as you minimize the hole he made and gently tuck the seed inside of it. It was a philosophy of yours and wasn’t backed by any science. It’s just an observation you’ve made over the years of tending the garden and a philosophy that you’ve integrated into your life.

He wasn’t buying it.

“Bullshit. Flowers are flowers. They are meant to look good no matter how you plant ‘em.” He shifted his eyes to the flowers he planted versus the ones you planted and saw no difference between them. “I wouldn’t even be able to tell who planted what because they look the same.”

You saw where his eyes were and you scoffed at how wrong his statement was. What you were looking at were two very distinct patches of roses. One patch was weed-filled with roses toppling over one another. I don’t think I need to describe it any further for you to understand whose handiwork it was.

“It’s like childbirth. A child made out of love will prosper and continue to flourish on that love. On the other hand, a child who wasn’t won’t stand a chance and wither if it doesn’t have any love to live off of.” Though it was simply an analogy, it held truth in your lives. You and Toji weren’t made out of love. You were made to be exploited. Time and Decay struck a deal with each other and postponed you from withering. Perhaps, a sick twisted bet to see if you’d be salvageable. In your eyes, Love wanted nothing to do with the bet and wanted to let Time run its course. You morbidly bet against yourself; Time will tire itself out eventually and allow Decay to win.

Though the argument on the preservation of flowers would continue to be a disagreement, you had a feeling if you had vocalized that wager between Time and Decay you both would’ve seen eye-to-eye.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you in hell then.” He said as patched the holes you made along the way. You allowed him to help in doing that seeing it’s his expertise when it comes to gardening. You nodded your head in agreement, “Satan would make you your own little island just to get away from you.”

“That so? And what about you, doll? Gonna join me in my solitude. I’m bound to get lonely.” He couldn’t go through one conversation without making it flirtatious.

You’d abide by the routine of it all: he flirts and you deflect. “Obviously I’m going to marry Satan and be the one to give him that plan. I’ll send you sucubus to keep you company.”

“So much for being a friend.”

It had been a few moments of silence and you both didn’t mind it. It was comfortable. However, something had been omnipresent in Toji’s mind, children. Children were a brand new topic. He had known of your stance on marriage. Specifically arranged marriage. It was the reigning topic whenever you’d complain about the meetings between you and the elders. It piqued his curiosity enough to ask, “That little children monologue you did is making me think you want kids. Hate to remind you but that kid of yours would be a Zenin or a Kamo.”

“Out of duty, I have to bear children. Like you said with one of them but…” You stared at the seed packets and the flowers that surrounded you before continuing. “Selfishly, if life were different I think maybe I would still want to have my own.”

“Why even bother with kids? They just come in and ruin shit. Don’t understand what’s so great about them.” He stated, as he furrowed his eyebrows and sported his signature disgusted face.

You enjoyed being around children. They were the purest form of humanity that someone could be. It was the adults around them that corrupted the purity that they were born with. You wanted to preserve as much as you could of it but you weren’t a superhuman. You were just a sorcerer.

“If they are anything like Satoru, I don’t think I’d mind.” I would hope not.

“Yeah?” He asked as he handed you a seed packet that you graciously took offering him a head nod in acknowledgment. “Must mean you got some names thought up.”

“Hmm.” You weren’t paying much attention to him as you were trying to fix the mess he had made. Even though that’s what you were doing, he knew you heard him. You were just dodging the question.

To spite you, he grabbed another small hand shovel and dug up the hole you had just patched. That didn’t do much in stopping as you just patched it up again. Of course, this man was persistent. You both continued the ongoing dig-patch-dig-patch game until you got fed up and snatched the shovel away from him. You turned to reprimand him but his eyes had a Medusa-esque curse for turning you stiff. Knowing he had your attention he asked again, “You’ve thought about having kids enough. You have to have some names picked out.”

You saw his expectant gaze and sighed. You continued what you were doing but replied with your answer nonetheless. “It’s embarrassing to say but I only have one name in mind.”

He shrugged, “That’s one more than I have. Spit it out.”

“Megumi.”

It’s a common name. You can’t live in Japan without knowing at least one Megumi in your life. The absence of originality never hindered its appeal as a name for you. The name itself wasn’t what made it a contender for you but the meaning of it felt the most suitable for a baby. “I think it’s a fitting name. Children are supposed to be considered blessings.”

“Even for a guy?” You nod your head as you finish planting the seed, wiping your hands off with a hand towel you brought with you, “I don’t think it matters as much. The meaning wouldn’t change.”

You handed the towel over to him and he reciprocated your actions before racking a hand threw his hair, “I don’t know if your future kid will think the same way. He’s probably going to plot your death in your sleep.” This is one of the few times I would agree with the man.

“They’ll be more concerned about the life they were born into than their name.” Indeed they would be.

“What about you? Never thought about having a miniature you before?” You prompted as you got up to get the watering can that was nearby. “I’m hoping the answer is no.”

“Fuck no.” He barked out a laugh. Children were the last thing on his mind. He watched as you leaned down to grab and turn on the hose, “I’m barely surviving on my own. A kid would only add to the expenses and the shit I have to worry about. I use condoms and never go to the same place twice for that reason.”

“Ever thought of just practicing celibacy? Feel like it is a far less risky option than whatever you just said” You suggest as you shrug your shoulders and begin filling the can with water. Your suggestion was supposed to be rhetorical. In all honesty, you hoped he would just change the topic afterward but to your dismay, he hadn’t.

He planted his hands behind him and used them to position himself, “Once you experience what it’s like to be inside a pussy for the first time, you don’t go back.” You were convinced he didn’t have any words other than those that could be considered raunchy. “You’ll understand once some small dicked Kamo knocks you up on your Wedding day.”

You had half the mind to redirect the hose to splash that smirk off his face. The topic of first times came up once and you had told him that you were a virgin. You told him to never bring it up again but this was Toji we were talking about.

He noticed the grip you had on the hose and you didn’t know how he could extend his lips to curve to the extent they did as he continued his debauched tangent, “Sex is something people use to get rid of stress. You could benefit from that. Wouldn’t want my dear friend to get a full head of gray hair by the age of 21.” His head tilted towards your head, “Guess you already kind of have that going for ya don‘tcha? With the white hair and all.”

“I could just drown you with this water and I wouldn’t feel a damn thing.” You pointed out, letting the gesture of you shaking the water from the hose against the ground.

He suited mercenary work not only for his physical prowess and instincts. His audacity was a core component of his trade. It became obvious the level of audacity he had as he permitted his green eyes to stay fixed on your legs, “I would prefer you’d let me suffocate in between your thighs. I’d get you so wet I wouldn’t even try to come back for air.”

The half of the mind became all the mind. It was all a blur in the moment. One second the water is being directed to the water can and the next you are pointing it directly to Toji. When you realized what you had done, all you saw was a drenched Toji making his way toward you. “I can’t be the only one that's wet, baby.” He didn’t allow for any room for you to register the new nickname before he wrapped his arms around your torso and you were lifted off of the ground.

“Toji! Let go of me, you big oaf!” You pleaded with the man to let you down but he remained indifferent. He was treating your body like a rag doll —- twisting you left and right, up and down, and making sure that you are fully accosted to the same wet fate that you had graciously gifted him.

You were slamming your fists into his chest and it felt like punching a concrete wall. You, a user of the Limitless Technique with the ability to repel this man away but you momentarily forgot. You were too caught up in the idea that your clothes had molded to your figure due to the water in the same way it had for Toji.

Contrary to how careful you had been to not get any dirt on you, Toji treated the dirt that spread throughout his clothes in the same manner as the blood that would occasionally stain his clothes. He didn’t bother with it. Resulting in not only naturally tailored form-fitting clothing but also mud stains.

You were wearing a kimono, a staple piece for you. It lacked many potent colors like pink or red. Your mother preserved her looks as much as she did yours. She instilled into you that cool tones emphasized your physical features. Whenever you’d explore outside of that color spectrum a slew of passive-aggressive comments from her end.

Her comments on cool tones applied to your entire intermediate family. Remembering that you sobered up.

“Put me down! I can’t go looking like this!” Of course, you were referring to another event. You felt his hands sink further into your waist and hoisted you further up causing you to brace yourself with his shoulders. “Live a little. Just skip it.”

With how he had you positioned, you would need to look down to see him, which you did when you looked at him as if he had committed blasphemy and retorted, “Have you lost your mind?! I can’t just do that!”

Toji hated a lot of things; losing bets, women who kept in contact, employers who gave him half-ass pay, and jujutsu society. Though he didn’t hate anything about you, he did bear a hard distaste for how obedient you were when it came to the Elders. He scoffed at your words, “Says who? The elders? They could kiss my ass for all I care. It’s gonna be another event where you’re just there to look pretty. Have some fun, doll. I wasn’t lying about the gray hair.”

His words held merit and if he had used more persuasive language the possibility of you missing the event would have been higher. However, it wasn’t enough.

“Fine, I’ll let you go but only if you give me your number.” He proposed, halting the man made rollercoaster he had created.

You thought about it. There were plenty of cons to giving him your number that outweighed the pros. You were too fed up to care for it.

“Fine.”

He did as told and put you down but made quick with pulling out a grey Nokia flip phone that has seen its share of fights based on its condition. He handed it to you with the Create New Contact page open. You weren’t one to agree to things without following through so you held up your end of the deal. You were typing in your number when a text came through on his phone. He wouldn’t be able to know since the phone was on silent but you saw the text.

Sui Kong:

New job in Miyagi. Meet me at the usual spot. 10 million on this one.

Once you were done you handed it back. He hadn’t seen the message and you didn’t want to comment on seeing it. He was more focused on trying to get you to pull out your phone.

You shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest, “That wasn’t part of the deal.”

Another thing he doesn’t like about you. He groaned, “Do you always have to be so square?”

It wouldn’t kill you to be, you thought to yourself before you caved and searched for your phone before begrudgingly giving it to him. He inputted his phone number and said, “Well you’ve got shit to do, so I say let’s just call it a day.”

“Right.” Nothing compared to what he would have to do. You gathered all your things into your tote bag and were going to leave in silence as you usually do but you didn’t.

“Treat me to a nice dinner afterward.”

He would leave confused but understand what you’re referring to when he sees the message. You would have already been at the event socializing with the guests when you’d receive the message.

Unknown Number:

It’s a date.

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kaleidoscopewritings19 · 2 years ago

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Bruce Wayne x Reader

Title: “Secrets will be told” SERIES PART 3

Part 1

Part 2

-TWO YEARS AFTER THE EVENTS OF PART 2-

Pairing(s): Bruce Wayne (from the show Gotham) and Female reader. BOTH BRUCE AND READER WILL BE 26-28 in this part.

Warnings: Mentions of smut, other than that, none

Summary of series: Bruce Wayne was captivated when he met Y/N, and the feeling was mutual. Dating turned into being engaged and engaged to married. They knew each other’s secrets and told each other everything; they confided in one another. But once Y/N follows Bruce back to Gotham, he begins to change... He becomes secretive, is he having an affair? Y/N needs to find out the truth.

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The Day after the Wedding

We chose to go to Bora Bora for our honeymoon. Bruce had rented an overwater Bungalow. I haven’t seen him this calm in almost two years; not since he proposed. He has not been calm since Jeremiah Valeska escaped Arkham. Jeremiah has been running loose for two years, and there has not been an encounter with him yet.

But being here, being surrounded by a big body of water and by a literal jungle, he has been at peace. I was lying out enjoying the sunlight, and Bruce was across from me doing push-ups. For the last two years, he has bulked up a lot; he worked out every single day, sometimes twice a day.

I brought down my sunglasses, and I watched the newly formed muscles tighten with every movement. But what caught my attention, was the scars along his spine. I stood up and walked over to where he was, and my fingers gently pressed against the faded red and white colored marks. “Bruce, what happened? When did this happen?” I asked, and he sat up.

“I don’t know years ago, maybe?”

“No, some these are recent. Why do you have scars, Bruce?” I questioned again, and his hand went to my cheek. “Baby, when I do jiu jitsu, and other things like combat training, I tell the guys to not go easy on me. That’s all they’re from.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead and helped me up off of the ground. “Do you want to join me for a swim, Mrs. Wayne?” he asked, and I smiled. My heart fluttered at his words, Mrs. Wayne. I was now Mrs. Wayne. He turned to look at me, “What? Oh-- do you like it when I call you Mrs. Wayne?”

Another smile broke across my lips. Bruce pulled me by my hips, and he brought a gentle, yet hungry kiss to my lips. He kissed down to my jaw, and then worked his way to my neck, “You so gorgeous, Mrs. Wayne.”

It wasn’t too long until we were back in the bed again, and I never thought about his scars again. Two full months of honeymoon bliss; being married to Bruce has its perks. He was able to stay away on a vacation for as long as he liked.

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-TWO MONTHS AFTER WEDDING AND HONEYMOON-

When we got back home, Bruce became tense all over again. I wasn’t even sure how to begin to help him at this point. He started to become distant and more quiet than usual. Hours were spent at the gym in the mornings and we would pass each other by as I was going out the door for work.

After our honeymoon, things changed-- he began coming home late at night, and then he would disappear in the middle of the night. The first few weeks, I did not really pay any mind to him leaving. But after a month of him leaving our bed at midnight, I decided to follow him.

I waited until he was out of bed for five minutes, and I grabbed my robe and quietly made my way down the stairs. He was not in his study, nor was he anywhere else in the house. All of his cars were parked in the garage, and when I came back inside, I bumped into Alfred.

“Oh, Mrs. Wayne, you are up late.” Alfred said, and my hand went to his shoulder. “Please, call me, Y/N, Alfred. I was looking for Bruce. Do you know where he went?” I asked, and he hesitated.

“Sometimes Bruce has nightmares. Caused by the death of his parents; it still troubles him deeply. Sometimes he will go out for a run to tire himself out.” Alfred rambled, and I sighed.

I whispered a quiet: “Thank you” and made my way to the kitchen. Pouring myself a glass of wine, I waited for Bruce. I was sitting at the kitchen island, and I looked down at my wedding band and engagement ring. Shaking my head, I picked up my cellphone and tried calling Bruce. Each call went to voicemail, and each time he didn’t answer, my heart would drop. But an all too familiar jingle was playing across the room. With the phone to my ear, I walked over to the stove and Bruce’s cellphone was sitting next to it. He left his phone. Why? I hit the “end call” button and slammed it on to the counter. I brought my glass of wine to my lips and took a long drink.

The wine must have been making me emotional, because my thoughts began to wander. Bruce leaving every night at the same time, and not coming back until four or five in the morning. That led to one explanation: Bruce was having an affair. Two months into our marriage, and he wasn’t happy? It didn’t make sense. Was I doing something wrong?

Before I could finish that thought, Bruce crept through the hallway across from the kitchen. I wiped the tears from cheeks, and quietly went into the living room. I did not have the energy to deal with this tonight; I had to find out more before I accuse him of something he may or may not be doing. But I also could not face him tonight, and I grabbed a blanket and laid down on the couch.

When I woke up the next morning, my head was throbbing, and I was back in our master bedroom. Bruce was buttoning up his shirt, and when caught glimpse of me in the mirror, he smiled. “Good morning, babe. I put some Tylenol and a glass of water on the nightstand.” Bruce said as he nodded towards the nightstand.

I gave him a small smile and took the pill along with the water. A small bruise adorned Bruce’s jaw, and I cocked my head to the side, trying to get a better glimpse of the purple and blue bruise.

I threw the covers back and my hand went to his jaw, “Did they have to hit you in the face?” I questioned and his eyebrows drew together. “What- what do you mean?” he asked.

“Your jiu jitsu group... That’s who hit you, right?” I questioned and he sighed. “Oh. Yes. Practice got a little rough; that is all.”

I folded my arms up to my chest, “Was that after you left at midnight? I thought you went on a run. At least that is what Alfred suggested you were doing.” Bruce turned to me as he tightened his tie.

“I went on a run. Then after that I went to the gym. I couldn’t sleep.” he said, and before he could walk away, I shook my head. “Your cars were in the garage. Surely you didn’t run all the way into the city.”

“I called a cab. And I came home in a cab.” Bruce grabbed his suit jacket, and he walked out of bedroom. Tears brimmed my eyes, he was lying. There was no cab. He never calls cabs. His cellphone was on the counter.

Bruce lied to me and that was enough evidence all in itself. He got the bruise from somewhere else, and I was going to find out. I picked up our bedside telephone and dialed the number to the gym Bruce frequented.

“Hello, Donnie’s gym, how can I help you?”

“This is Mrs. Wayne. I am calling in regard over my husband Bruce Wayne’s account. I’m paying bills this month and was wondering what I owe you for this month, Donnie?” I asked.

“Ah Y/N! It’s good to hear from ya. Now, Bruce hasn’t been to the gym since before you guys tied the knot. He hasn’t been in uh--- maybe two years? I do appreciate his donations though. Keeps the place running.” Donnie said, and my grip tightened on the phone.

“Oh. I see. Well, how much does he donate? I can fill out a quick check and mail it to you.” I say, and Donnie sighed.

“Usually $2,000.” I scribbled down the amount on a sticky note, “Well, thank you Donnie. Bye-bye now.” I say before hanging up the phone. I leaned back in my chair and stared at the diamond ring on my finger.

I wiped the tears away before they could fall. I was going to Wayne Enterprises, and this was getting sorted out now.

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When I walked into the building, I was greeted by multiple people. “Mrs. Wayne, would you like me to call up to Mr. Wayne and inform him that you are here?”

I shook my head, “No, I am here to surprise him.” I say before the elevator door closed behind me with a ding. The elevator door stopped at the top floor, and I walked out of the elevator. Bruce’s main secretary Sidney looked up from her computer screen: “Oh! Hi, Y/N! How are you?”

“I am great, thank you. Is Bruce in a meeting?” I asked, and she shook her head. “No, a matter of fact, he just went back into his office.” I thanked her and walked over to Bruce’s office door. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, and a woman was standing next to Bruce looking out the big glass window.

They both turned and looked at me; Bruce’s eyes widened, and the woman’s eyes trailed over to look at Bruce, and then her attention went back to me.

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spacequokka · 4 years ago

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Okay but for the record I killed a succulent this month. It's possible. 😭 I cannot be left alone with plants.

the art of wanting | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, a lil bit of plot

>>word count: 10.3k literally why cant i write anything short ever hhhh

>>warnings: cute baby!!!, jk being a good dad, he likes to garden :(, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, handjob, coming in pants, AYOOO OC GOT A FAT COOCHIE, lowkey body worship, fat coochie supremacy, oral (m/f), safe sex, sexual tension, praise, multiple orgasms, eye contact, jk likes to watch 🥴, asking for permission, jk’s lowkey controlling i guess but it’s soft and like not toxic lol, PLAYFUL use of the word ‘daddy’, no actual daddy kink 🙄, dirty talk

>>notes: idk what it is, but something about actual dads being called ‘daddy’ in a sexy way just does not sit right w me 😐 so i did not include the d word in any sexy context sry daddie luvers, maybe next time !! anyway! late vday one shot!! didn’t turn out as good as i wanted, but i still hope you enjoy! sorry for any mistakes; this is not beta’d lol ALSO ty to @moonb0yy for helping me with parts ilysm much bestie ur the best <3

>>summary: you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you.

pt 2!!

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thatesqcrush · 4 years ago

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Fall From Grace - Honeymoon Interlude.

Bryan Kneef x Reader. CW: smut. WC: 770

A ficlet with a little look on how their honeymoon went. It was fun going back to this series for a bit.

The overwater bungalow that you were staying with your now-husband, was beyond anything you had ever imagined. You enjoyed ten days of comfort in a dreamy, rustic-chic overwater bungalow with a balcony that had a staircase which led down to the lagoon below. The bungalow was outfitted with a partial-open air shower and a private pool. There were spectacular sunsets, dinners in the treetops, scuba-diving, island-hopping via transparent kayaks, amongst other activities to do. The water was so clear, it did not even seem real. The best activity was the non-stop sex the two of you had.

It was a quiet morning. It was also the last day, before you both had to head back to NYC. You both decided to make the most of it which resulted in the two of you hardly getting out of bed. The breakfast that was brought over was prepared with the finest ingredients the island had to offer. Instead, the tray sat abandoned, with the food growing cold.

The sounds of soft moans and skin on skin emanated from the bedroom. White sheets were balled at the foot of the bed. Your legs were wrapped around Bryan, his hips rolling into yours. You threw your head back as Bryan’s massive cock dragged against your sweet spot repeatedly. Bryan grabbed your tit, cupping and pinching it, before dropping his head to crash his lips against yours, swallowing your cries. You took the opportunity to tap his bicep, a silent cue for him to roll over so you were on top.

Your arms were braced on his tanned chest, your nails leaving half-crescent marks. One of Bryan’s hands gripped your hips tightly as you rocked on his cock. His other hand, laid a spank on your ass before grabbing and rolling the fat of your flesh. You let out a moan as his hand then found your clit, and began to rub it furiously in haphazard circles with his fingers. Your walls clamped around his cock and you wailed his name as your cunt clamped around his cock. You slumped forward slightly as you came down from your orgasm and Bryan braced his feet against the bed and began to pound into your mercilessly as he chased his own release. Bryan let out a deep grunt along punctuated with an “oh fuck!” as he came. His cock pulsed, shooting his creamy white load into you.

You nuzzled into his neck, remaining intimately connected. A sheen of sweat covered your bodies. As Bryan pulled you for a lazy kiss, you felt some of his cum seep out of you, pooling at the spot where you were both connected.

“That was amazing.”

Bryan let out a little chuckle as you sat up, looking down at him. “I’m not done with you yet, Mrs. Kneef.”

“Oh no?” You questioned playfully. “Whatever do you have in mind?”

Bryan rolled you back onto your back. He clasped your wrists above your head and kissed you, thrusting softly inside of you. “Not only am I going to fuck this come back into you, but I am going to fill you up even more.”

You let out a needy whine as he continued to lazily thrust in and out of you. His cock slid in and out of you easily, as you were wet from the mixture of your arousal and his cum. Soon he was hard again and he moved to press your legs to your chest as he began to fuck you with purpose again.

Your second orgasm crested quickly and you reached down to rub your clit. Bryan slapped your hand away, taking over the duty. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut as you came again. Your cunt clenched his thick cock and Bryan began to pound into you, his heavy balls slapping against you. Wet squelching sounds filled the room. This time, Bryan let out a string of expletives as he chased his release once more. His hips stuttered and then stilled as he came deep inside of you again.

Your legs went slack and collapsed onto the bed. Bryan slid out of you and sat on his haunches. He pushed your legs further apart and then used his fingers to spread your lips apart, letting out a satisfying groan as he watched his loads drip out of you.

You reached down to swipe some of the cum and met Bryan’s eyes as you stuck your cum soaked fingers in your mouth and cleaned them. “Delicious.” You commented.

Bryan dropped next to you and pulled you close to him. Your bodies were sweaty and sticky. You kissed him, your tongue lazily exploring his mouth. Bryan broke the kiss eventually and looked at you earnestly. “Up for round three?”

You climbed back over Bryan and smiled. “Oh yeah.”

FIN.

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taeken-my-heart · 5 years ago

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Moirai Chapter 17 (Finale)

Summary: On your 18th birthday a name appears on your wrist. The name of your soulmate. It’s a momentous day that everyone looks forward to, but you’ve always brushed aside; refusing to believe in a fickle mistress called destiny. But what happens when on the morning of your 18th birthday you wake to find the name of your mortal enemy? Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Soulmates au/ Enemies to lovers au. Angst, fluff, bickering, romance, eventual smut.

Word Count: 4488

Early morning light filtered through the curtains at your window and you watched as the evening shadows across your ceiling slowly disappeared. You’d barely slept last night, your mind running back and forth between what you should do. Letting go of a 12-year grudge would honestly be good for you…but you just didn’t know how.

You pushed your blankets away, sitting up on the side of your bed and staring down at your toes. The pedicure you’d gotten with Lizzy for your sister’s wedding was still in perfect condition and you wiggled your toes as distraction for your mind.

You had a team meeting this morning at 6am sharp so you really needed to get ready quickly. You’d already been lying in bed 5 minutes after your alarm went off.

Heart clenched with dread, you began quickly preparing for your day, showering, dressing, and grabbing a bagel on the way out the door. Traffic was light this early in the morning and the sun had only just begun to rise. Hues of yellow and orange cast a somber calm in the quiet of your car.

A moment to relax before tackling what was sure to be a nightmare of a day. You spotted Jungkook nearly right away as you stepped into the conference room, but once his eyes caught yours, he shifted quickly, gaze trained on the ground and you watched with growing anxiety as his shoulders sagged.

In all honesty, you’d expected him to come after you right away. To hound you until you cried and begged for him to leave you alone, but this…this was so much worse. Like the leaves on an overwatered plant, he drooped and you could hardly maintain your countenance.

It had been an hour since that meeting and you felt like a zombie, making early morning rounds as you talked with patients about their upcoming procedures and went through paperwork. You knew this wouldn’t last forever; eventually he’d perk up enough to try one more time. That’s just who he was; a fixer. You both dreaded and wanted to see him, to talk to him.

What was there to even say, though? How do you start a long overdue conversation? How do you take down a wall you didn’t realize you’d even constructed?

Well, that wasn’t completely true. You’d known you’d put a wall up around your heart in an effort to protect yourself from him, you just hadn’t realized you’d made it so tall. You weren’t even sure you wanted to take it down yet.

Lizzy greeted you in the hallway, eyes wide and curious as you made your way closer. “Have you talked to him?” She queried gently and pursed her lips as you shook your head no. “Well, you really should at some point, even if it’s to tell him you don’t want to move forward. It would be good for the both of you to have some closure.”

“I know, Liz.” You sighed, “I just haven’t figured out what I want from him yet, whether I want to give him another chance or not. My heart says yes but my brain is telling me I’m a fool.”

Lizzy smiled soft, squeezing your arm. “Remember, it’s been a long time. You’ve both changed. You’re not an idiot for thinking maybe one more try wouldn’t hurt. If he hurt you again, though, I’d butcher him alive.”

You chuckled, careful to keep your volume down. The hallway was crowded today as you stood beside the nurse’s station. Mostly staff loitering outside of patient rooms, talking to one another about the next step in their patient plans.

“Hey, I’ve gotta go check on room 214. Wait here for me, will you?”

“Sure,” you nodded, “I don’t have much to do right this moment anyway.”

Lizzy walked a little further down the hallway, stepping into a room on the left and disappearing. “Hey, Salome, can you grab me Mr. Whittackers chart? I’ve got his surgery in a few hours.”

“Sure.” She smiled, standing and walking to the back wall, searching through the alphabetized manila folders.

“Y/N.” Someone said from behind you and your stomach lurched in discomfort.

Turning around, Jungkook stood looking more handsome than he had any right to. His under eyes were dark from what you presumed was lack of sleep and he’d forgotten to shave this morning. His gaze was paralyzing. “Can we talk?” He asked gently.

Not yet. Not here. You weren’t ready to be anything but angry right now. “No, we can’t.”

“Just for a moment?” He questioned again, moving to your side as you turned to look away from him. “I just want to-”

“No, Jungkook!” You insisted, glaring at him. “I don’t want to talk to you right now. I’m too angry to talk to you nicely.”

Jungkook paused, Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. “I just-”

“I told you, it was all a mistake, I was being rash and stupid. Don’t bring it up anymore, it’s over.” You growled.

He swallowed hard, fingers going to rest on the desk beside you and you quickly spun away, walking in the direction Lizzy had headed only moments before.

“Please, Y/N, I just want to talk, it doesn’t have to be right now but I just want to explain. We could talk later tonight or in a few days, even in a week if that works better.” Jungkook pleaded, trailing after you and you rounded on him, face hot with emotion.

“You’re so selfish!” You shouted and you could hear the hallway’s noise soften to non-existent but it did nothing to dampen your rage. “Everything is always about you, isn’t it, Jungkook? Even after I’ve told you that I don’t want to talk about it you just. keep. picking! How many times do I have to tell you to back off? Your happily ever after doesn’t exist with me so stop hounding me!”

Jungkook’s face fell, eyes slowly filling with tears. Your heart ached at the sight but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing your regret. Salome stood looking stunned, medical chart extended awkwardly in her hand before her arm went limp and she stared down at the desk as though she weren’t witnessing your absolute train wreck of a meltdown.

You chanced a glance around you, spotting Lizzy standing just outside the doorway of 214, eyes heavy like a scolded puppy, and you stopped your rant to stare back at her. She was gripping the doorway beside her, shoulders sagging as she caught your eye. “This is not the place.” She whispered.

Your other coworkers stood around staring, attempting to shield patients from viewing the absolute cataclysm that was your life right now and you felt your anger fizzle like air in an untied balloon. The hairs at the back of your neck prickled and you turned slowly to find the hospitals president standing behind Jungkook, arms folded over his chest and looking like a bull about to be unleashed in a China shop.

“I want to see both of you in my office.” He looked around the hallway, the curious gazes of employees his audience. “Now.”

You swallowed down your cry of panic, smoothing your hand down one side of your scrubs and following the president towards his office, Jungkook behind you like a shadow. The hair on the back of your neck pricked once more from his proximity.

Namjoon directed the two of you into the seats facing his desk as he closed the door to his office. You’d never been in here before, but the deep mahogany of the desk and bookcases made everything feel so much more serious.

The president rounded his table, sitting calm in the cushions of his burgundy wingback. He eyed the two of you quietly, fingers drumming against the grain of his desk and you resisted the urge to squirm.

“Would one of you mind explaining to me why you’re turning my hallways into your own personal theater?” He finally asked. His voice was gentle but you could hear the steel in his tone.

“I apologize, sir,” Jungkook spoke first, “It’s my fault. I was just trying to have a private discussion with Y/N, but I should have waited until we were off the premises. This is not the place for that sort of conversation.”

“Then please explain to me why you didn’t wait.” Jungkook stayed silent and Namjoon sighed, removing the glasses from the bridge of his nose and tossing them idly onto his table. “Jungkook, you’re a first-year resident so it goes without saying that you’re still new here and to our procedures, but knowing the caliber of your school records, I find myself rather surprised. Is this something that’s going to be an issue? Do I need to transfer you?”

“No!” You interjected suddenly and both men turned to survey you. “I apologize for my outburst, sir, I just don’t think a transfer is necessary. Both Jungkook and I are responsible and I don’t think it’s fair to punish him for something we just need to discuss.”

“Then do so.” He replied; stern. “You’ve been with us a year now, Y/N, you should know better than to create a scene like that in the hallways of a professional environment. I’m disappointed. I’m giving you both three days suspension starting immediately. I expect you to use this time wisely.”

You nodded; numb, before standing from your seat and walking to the door with Jungkook in tow. The hall was empty when the two of you walked carefully from the office, closing the door behind you. Jungkook stood, fingers still lingering on the door handle as you pulled at the bottom of your shirt.

You’d never been reprimanded at work in your life. Shame turned your face hot and you just barely resisted the urge to cry.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.” Jungkook murmured. You couldn’t even look at him. Part of you was still mad, but another part of you knew this was also your fault. Locking feelings like this away only ever did damage. You couldn’t heal if you couldn’t just talk this out.

“Save it for later.” You said, rounding your shoulders. “We’re going to resolve this. Be at my apartment in an hour.”

“I don’t know your new address!” He said as you began to walk away.

“I’ll text it to you.” You called over your shoulder. You were angry and you needed the drive home to cry bitterly and get it out of your system before he got to your place. You wanted a drink badly, but you needed to be completely sober for something like this. Drinks were what got you into this mess in the first place.

One ugly cry and a short, hot shower later, you were pulling on a pair of grey sweatpants and a soft white sweater. You had just barely enough time to make some tea before Jungkook arrived.

A soft knock on the door roused your attention and you called out for him to come in. Jungkook stepped in carefully as you were pouring hot water into a mug and closed the door softly behind him.

“Cup of tea?” You asked, spooning some of the honey and lemon mixture into your hot water as you waited for his reply.

“What kind?” He asked carefully and you kept your eyes fixated on the swirling water in your cup as distraction from the shaky diction of his voice.

“The kind your mom would always give us when we were kids.”

Jungkook paused at the kitchen door, shoving his hands into the pockets of is jeans and leaning against the door frame. “Yes please.” He murmured.

“You can go wait in the living room.” You motioned over your shoulder before reaching for a second mug in the cupboard and preparing his drink.

You made your way in to the living room where he sat, looking small and unsure, and your heart lurched into your throat. You weren’t even sure where to begin.

You joined him on the couch, a space between you, and placed the mugs on the coffee table. Fingers twisted together, anticipation running high as you stared at the shag rug peeking between your toes. You’d thought about having this conversation many times before in the past but never imagined it would actually happen and now you didn’t know how to break the tension.

Jungkook sighed, leaning his head back against the couch and you looked over at him, watching the Adam’s apple in his throat jump. “Can I start?” He asked softly.

“Ok.” You murmured.

Silence descended for what felt too long to be reasonable but you knew he was gathering his thoughts. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t even begin to convey how sorry I am for just everything. This whole mess is all my fault, starting from day one. I never…I never knew that life would turn out this way.” He sat up, bending forward and grabbing his face in his hands.

“When we were kids, I was so stupid. I wish I could say things would be different if I’d had the perspective I do now, but 10-year-old Jungkook was an idiot. Turns out 30-year-old Jungkook is also an idiot.”

The room felt stuffy with heat and you realized belatedly that you’d forgotten to turn on the air conditioning when you’d gotten home earlier. Jungkook looked damp in his t-shirt and you certainly felt a little wet in your sweater, but you wanted to hear what he had to say too badly to stand up now.

“When we were younger, I started to resent you because our moms always forced us to play together and I just wanted to play with my other friends. Eventually that resentment faded because I felt inexplicably drawn to you. I didn’t know how to get closer and I was confused about why I’d even want to so I just tried to interact in the ways I knew how…which were stupid ways, but we’ve established how dumb I am already. Anyway, none of it was your fault, I just didn’t know how to communicate what I was thinking or feeling.”

He sighed, fingers linking together. “In college it really sunk in how stupid I’d been and I knew that the universe would throw us back together at some point so I decided I was going to show you how I’d changed and how much I regret that stupid decision I made, but I guess I still suck, huh? I’m so sorry, I never meant to try and force you to listen to me or have a conversation with me. Turns out I’m still selfish and don’t have a clue what I’m doing.”

“Jungkook,” you scoffed, “how can you expect me to believe you’ve changed when you do this kind of thing? I told you I didn’t want to talk but you still pushed it.”

“That’s true,” he admitted, “and I’m sorry, but this isn’t just black and white anymore and it doesn’t just involve you.” You wanted to argue, but it was true. This relationship was built around the two of you and if you wanted to heal you both needed to say your piece. “Y/N, I was stupid, seriously stupid, but I was eighteen and I was terrified. Try to put yourself in my shoes. I’d believed in soulmates my entire life and then suddenly I turn 18 and find out that not only does my soulmate hate the entire institution of soulmates, but she also hates me. Now I’m supposed to be everything she’s ever wanted in life? That’s so much pressure. I always thought I’d have more time to figure out who I was before meeting the person I was destined to be with, but turns out I’d known her my whole life.”

“Why couldn’t you have communicated that to me?” You frowned, “We could have talked about things.”

Jungkook huffed a laughed, scrubbing a hand down his face, “Come on, don’t act like you were some pro at communication back then. We were teenagers who had no clue what we were doing. This was a huge decision. We were practically kids and being told to, what, start a life together? You can’t genuinely tell me that you would have been happy with me switching gears, pursuing you, and then just getting married young and start popping out babies.”

The idea made you want to shiver. One night with him had already changed so many things. You could only imagine marrying him…and having children with him. The thought made your heart soft and you looked up at him, nodding, “No, you’re right, that would have been way too intimidating, but it would have been nice to have that choice, Jungkook. You didn’t give that to me, you just took it away and assumed you knew my answer. I would have given it a shot, you know?”

“Really?” Jungkook frowned, eyebrow raised. “You would have really given it a chance?”

“Yes!” You insisted, watching the doubt on his face morph, “I really would have. I was so upset with you, but I really genuinely would have tried if you would have. It’s true I never liked the idea of soulmates…but you were different, somehow.”

“Well how could you expect me to know that?” He cried, exasperated, “You told me the universe messed up and there’s no way I could have ever made you happy when all I’d ever done was make you miserable. Do you have any idea how much those words have haunted me? Just a reminder to me that what I was doing was right; I had failed before I could ever even try.”

The look on his face hurt. Eyes shining, lips pinched together in a frown as his shoulders sagged. “That’s not what I meant, though. I was just upset.” You mumbled.

“I’m not a mind reader, Y/N.” Jungkook replied softly, “I’m just a big, dumb, idiot who is still trying to figure out what I’m doing. What would you have done if it had been your birthday first? You can’t honestly in good faith tell me you would have pursued me.”

“No, you’re right. I would have been horrified at first.” You admitted, picking at your finger nail.

He sighed, leaning forward on his elbows, but his eyes focused in on you. He was mesmerizing. “I messed up, I’m sorry. But you weren’t the only one hurting, you know? I suffered all 12 years we were apart, always hearing your words repeated in my head; a constant reminder of what a failure I was. I couldn’t do the one thing the universe had predestined me to do. If I can’t fill fate’s demands, what can I do? I made a lot of bad decisions; I’m not denying it. But I wasn’t trying to hurt you. All I’ve wanted the last 12 years is one more chance to be your friend. I want to prove that I’m not that same guy anymore, I’m not running away from this.”

“What do you want out of this? Marriage? Children?” You asked, eyebrows rising and he flushed but shook his head.

“I’m not thinking about that right now,” he replied adamantly. “All I’m thinking about is you and me right now. One day at a time.” He paused to gauge your reaction before taking a deep breath and plowing on. “Did you know I was outside your window that night?”

You frowned; eyebrows knit together as you paused. “What night?”

“The day you stayed home from school after we’d had our fight. You didn’t come to school and I was worried about you. I stood outside your house for an embarrassingly long-time throwing pebbles at your window, but you never came.” He looked embarrassed and you felt like the floor had fallen out from under you.

Stomach rolling uncomfortably as bile rose in your throat. He’d been outside your house? Nothing could have prepared you.

You were floored.

“What?” A whisper.

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, “I had wanted to apologize and explain what was on my mind, why I was doing what I was doing…but you never came to the window. Eventually, I realized I was being really selfish and decided to give you the space you wanted. I guess I’m still selfish, huh?”

You could barely process what he was saying, it was all so much…too much. Like a caged butterfly, your heart fluttered uncontrollably in your chest.

“A little,” you conceded, “but so am I.” You paused again to think, lips rubbing together as you observed the wicker flower pot beside your couch. So much information. “Do you really think it’s possible to be as happy as everyone says? I don’t like the idea of not being complete without a soulmate.”

“I’m not meant to complete you. I’m meant to compliment you; it’s different. As for happiness…yeah, I do think it’s possible.” He replied gently.

“I wish I could have the type of blind optimism you seem to have. I’m a mess, Jungkook, and I haven’t figured out how to change that yet. I wish I was better at this. I’m really sorry.”

Jungkook shook his head, “You have nothing to apologize for; we’re both kind of a mess right now.”

You chuckled, dry and humorless as you stared over at the entertainment center across the room. “I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s not true. I absolutely have things to apologize for. I was not an innocent bystander in our history, even if I wish I could say that I was. I’m sure it wasn’t easy to always hear me disparage soulmates and then find out that I was the name on your wrist. You must have felt really hopeless. I should have just communicated with you what I was thinking instead of just cutting you out of my life. It came from a place of pain, but you had no real reason to think that not wanting to be with me would hurt me.”

“I’m sorry about today, too.” Jungkook mumbled, frowning, “I’m sorry about our whole lives, really. I shouldn’t have pushed you to have a conversation you weren’t ready to have. I felt like we’d just barely tapped into something amazing and I wanted so desperately to see where we could take it; I just thought you were scared and that if we talked…that maybe you’d see that I’m trying to be better. It wasn’t the right approach, though. I was just terrified to lose you all over again. It’s not a good excuse.”

“No, you definitely shouldn’t have kept pushing, but I do understand why you did. I’m sorry about yelling at you in the hallway. That was completely unprofessional of me, I was stressed and just lost it. I feel really embarrassed about my reaction.”

He looked like he wanted to refuse your apology again, but you sent him a look and he paused. “I’m sorry about, you know, the last time we were… together.”

Your mind flashed back to his bedroom, waking up wrapped in his arms and you felt that familiar lasso, tied tightly around your heart, begging you to just move forward with this.

“We were both there,” you whispered, shaking your head, “it’s not like you pushed me to do anything I didn’t want to do.”

“Did you-” He paused, hesitant, unsure of whether he should pursue his question but you waited patiently for him to continue. “Did you feel the connection?” He asked; timid.

The connection? The tie between you that latched so hard you’d felt like you couldn’t breathe when you were away from him? Yes, you’d felt it. You still felt it, even now. Together, but not really. You wondered what would happen if you just let your heart have its way.

“Yes,” you admitted, “I feel it.”

His eyes were bright and beautiful and you could see all the words he wanted so badly to say, but he held his tongue, nodding instead. “I understand if you never want to see me again.” He said, picking at his fingernail, “I can apply for a transfer at work, if that’s something that would make you happy. I just want you to be happy.”

“I never said I wanted you to transfer.” You insisted and he watched you hesitantly as you stared out towards the balcony window. It was early afternoon now and you’d be hungry soon. Maybe he was hungry too. “I don’t want to be hurt again, Jungkook.” You admitted and you could already feel the fire licking at your throat as you swallowed down tears.

“I won’t hurt you this time,” he promised before backtracking, “if this is a “time,” I mean.”

You smiled, turning away from him and concentrating on your heart, thrumming steady in your chest. You felt good; calm even. Even if he ended up hurting you again, you needed to know; needed to know what it could be like to fall in love with him, to be with your soulmate; someone who was made to compliment you. You wanted to know.

“This is a “time.”” You nodded, turning to look back at him, feeling shy and a little embarrassed.

“Are you sure?” He murmured and you nodded.

You were sure.

“Things aren’t going to be what you want them to be for a while because, honestly, I don’t trust you. I want to, though. I want you to prove that this time is real, that I’m not being stupid for giving you another chance. Only one, Jungkook. If you mess this up, I won’t be this stupid again, I swear.”

“I don’t have any expectations.” Jungkook shook his head. He looked like he wanted to leap out of his seat and hold you, but you were grateful he refrained. “I will do my best to not mess this up. I need your help, though. We need to have open communication because I’m an idiot and if I can do something wrong, I will. I don’t want to ruin this.”

You couldn’t help your laugh then, nodding. “How about we help each other?”

He smiled. “Yes please.”

The room went silent as you both stared at one another, a quiet sort of acceptance of where things were right now; of the potential for so much more. “What now?” Jungkook whispered and you pondered that question carefully.

“Well, now I’m hungry…so how about we order some dinner and just talk?”

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him smile like that; like happiness was made for just the two of you in this little bubble of your apartment. It was like an explosion in your veins, wild and reckless, and made you feel like maybe fate did know what she was doing when she put the two of you together.

Jungkook grinned, wide and toothy and your heart raced. “Perfect.”

Oh my gosh! I can’t believe it’s over. This is seriously so bittersweet for me, I love this story so, so much. Never fear, there will be an epilogue. I’m not gonna let you go through all that pain and then give you no reward, haha.

Thank you so, so much for sticking it out and being here with me. This is a story that is very close to my heart and I’m so grateful for everyone who read it and loved it with me! <3

Stay tuned for an epilogue!

Chapter 16

Epilogue

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itschimmychimchims · 6 years ago

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Etched Pt. 5

♡ jimin x reader

♡ smut, mafia!au

♡ smut, shower sex, dirty talk (i tried, not very good, but i tried), slight fluff

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Jimin takes you to the ball, but first... you two need to get ready. And by get ready, Jimin has special plans.

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The next week was a lot less boring as I helped Jimin with some filing. It took up quite a bit of my time, and the rest I spent getting the maids to let me grow a pot of my own flowers. When Jimin heard from the maids, he would stop by to watch. I’d never grown plants, I just wanted to try. The maids had helped me secure a batch of violet seeds and also some strawberry seeds, though I swear I heard one of them say even though those were easy, they doubted my green-finger prowess. I started with the strawberry but I’d overwatered them, making everyone burst into laughter at my sodden pot.

“I know you like water but plants need it in moderation too.” Jimin chuckled, looking at my failed watery flowerpot. I scoffed and mumbled to myself, leaving the garden and an amused Jimin behind. I indignantly planted my violet seeds and was determined not to bring a tsunami upon them that time around. The maids did show me how it was done, and taught me how to gauge the water levels.

“Why didn’t you tell me in the first place?” I cried out as they chuckled.

“Young Master told us not to.”

On the day of the President’s Ball, Jimin spent the whole day at home getting his preparations ready. There were several men that came in and out of his study, walking past me - some gave me curious looks - when I was sitting in the dining room reading and eating some cookies I had baked the day before.

“Y/N.” Jimin called from his study. I looked up from my book and headed to where he was.

“You called?” I said, peeking from behind the door frame. He smiled at me and asked me to come closer. I went to stand beside his plush chair and he pulled me into his lap, ruffling his silver hair.

“I just wanted to see your face.” He said, making my heart thump almost painfully fast in my chest. He laughs as he sees me blush.

“Don’t say stuff like that.” I chided.

“Actually...I wanted to take a bath before the ball later.” He says, pulling my chin close to kiss me. “Join me?” His kiss deepens as he keeps his grip on my waist. I nod breathlessly as his lips linger on my chin, waiting for my answer. Somehow the look in his eyes was more than just lust. And somehow... I couldn’t say no. Was I really Stockholm Syndrome’d or something? It didn’t feel like I was forced, instead I always felt like he and I fit together from the very start. Deep down, from everything he did, I somehow knew he would never hurt me.

We proceeded to Jimin’s private bathroom in his office. We swiftly removed our clothes and found our way to the showers, lips locked on each another. The shower was turned on and I was slightly jolted by the cold, but it soon turned warm, splashing on my bare back. Jimin’s hair slowly darkened with moisture as he continued to kiss me. Pushing me against the cold grey-tiled walls, he gripped my wrists, pinning them down and continued with his assault of my neck with his lips.

“Jimin, ah-“ I gasped as I felt his fingers slip inside of me, his movements fluid and precise, almost as if he were in a rush.

“I can’t wait to be inside you, princess.” He murmured, and I could barely hear him above the sounds of splashing water. He hitched my leg up onto his waist to get better access and grunted as he felt how aroused I was.

“You’re mine.” He growled, lifting me to wrap both my legs around his hips, easing his member inside me. He let out a shaky breath as he pushed me harder onto the cold wall. My insides were burning, but my skin was ice cold on the wall behind me, with the occasional splash of warm water from the shower. Jimin recovered from the sensation first, making his first thrust into me. I gasped, snapping out of my hazy subconscious once I felt the sharp hits of euphoria course through my veins.

I marvelled at his physique. It must be tiring to keep me at this angle but he managed to furiously pump into me making it seem effortless. I let out a moan as he finally bottomed out inside me.

“Keep making those sounds baby, you sound so sexy like that.” He kept praising me, spurring my loud cries of ecstasy. “I love your voice when you’re screaming my name.”

“Put me down Jimin, you must be tired.” I try to say coherently, my fingers resting on his supple cheek. He smiled, kissing my palm.

“I’d do anything for you, this is nothing. Let me fuck you good, baby.” He snarled out the last sentence, making me whimper in need. I was so close, with him talking to me like that.

“Do you like me talking like that, princess?” He huffed, growing increasingly erratic in his pace. “You take my dick so good, baby.” His words lit up a huge bonfire somewhere deep inside me, its flames burning up all of me. I was scorched inside out. And that burn was Jimin himself.

“That’s right baby, let me make you cum. I love your face when I fuck you, show me how good I make you feel, Princess.” He moans, sucking every crevice he could reach on my neck.

“Ah Jimin... I’m going to cum-“ I cry out, releasing with a string of his name and profanities leaving my lips, along with shuddery breaths. He smiles, looking at me come undone at his words and his movements. He carried on until I came down from my high, then let me down slowly, keeping his hold around my waist to keep me steady. His forehead touched mine as we let the water consume our bodies for a few moments, our breaths mingling with wet droplets, lips barely touching.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders, kissing him in hopes he could feel how much I wanted him. I continued my kisses down his torso and finally his abdomen, stopping short of his throbbing shaft, kneeling down. He sighed in contentment as I wrapped my fingers around the length, making slow strokes.

“As much I love what your hands do to me, I want your pretty lips around me now, baby.” Jimin moaned, touching my cheek. I wordlessly complied, but started sucking at the base of his member, making him shudder and throw his head back, tangling a few locks of my hair gently in between his fingers. I licked slowly upwards and engulfed the tip, sucking hard.

“You’re such a fucking tease, Princess.” Jimin grunted, and I noticed he was trying very hard not to buck his hips into my mouth. I stopped for a while while staring at him and opened my mouth.

“You can jerk into me.” I told him simply and his eyes darkened, and he clenched his teeth together.

“Don’t regret what you said, baby.” He says, tightening his hold on my hair. “I really don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.” I reply, letting Jimin ease his whole length into my mouth, and I earned a satisfied moan.

“Fuck.” He said then started to thrust into me. He leaned against the wall behind me for more support as he thrust relentlessly at the back of my throat until I could feel myself to tear up. It didn’t hurt but I had to try and control my gagging. I occasionally swallowed around him, making his abs clench.

“Your fucking sinful mouth is going to make me cum baby. So fucking beautiful.” Jimin hisses, coming close to his edge. I gave his balls some attention, squeezing them and massaging them, effectively sending him over the edge and into euphoria.

“Fuck I’m cumming-“ He cried out as he came hard onto my tongue, where some of fell on my lips and chin. I continued to pump his member till he touched my hand motioning for me to stop, lifting me to my feet.

“So messy, but so fucking pretty.” Jimin chuckled, kissing me even with his arousal still on me. He licked away all of the stray spills on my chin and lips, keeping his hands around my waist. Once he was done, he kissed me gently on the lips, letting his quivering lips linger on mine.

“Now let’s shower for real.” He said, laughing. I chuckle and nod.

Jimin exits the shower first, wearing only a towel around his hips. He looked so bare, so simple and so raw and he still looked like a perfectly sculpted artefact - not to be touched by anyone.

I finished up and left the shower after slipping on a robe and drying my wet hair. Back at the bedroom, I found a half dressed Jimin holding a white lace dress. I remembered then that he said he had chosen a dress for me.

“I want to see you wear this.” He smiled, passing me the dress. I slipped my robe off, earning a huff from Jimin, but he stayed where he was, only smiling at my bare body. Jimin helped me to zip the dress fully and when I looked in the mirror, I was stunned. It fit me perfectly. It was an off shoulder dress with straps of lace, connected to a tight-fitting lace bodice that stopped at the waist. Then it was pure white fabric with a conservative slit that only went to just below my knee. Even without makeup or jewellery, the dress was already perfect. But the thing that intrigued me the most was that Jimin was able to pick something so perfectly, as if he knew exactly what to get.

“How do you like it, Princess?” He asked, standing behind me, planting a kiss on my exposed shoulders. “You look beautiful.” He seemed to mean it.

“It’s... perfect.” I say a bit breathlessly. I stopped myself from asking how he managed to find such a dress. “Thank you.”

“I feel like a sugar baby.” I admit, laughing a little. Jimin matched my laughter.

“Well, I don’t mind the titles, I just need you.” He chuckles. There he goes again with his sweet words that shook me. I had no idea if he really meant what he said, or he’s just a really good captor and I was falling for his charms, playing right into his hand as an obedient kidnapped puppy.

“Don’t say those things like you mean them.” I say, a little frustration in my tone. “I’ll be good even if you don’t say them.” Jimin looks up and stares at my reflection in the mirror with an undecipherable emotion lingering in his eyes. He doesn’t respond to my words, but simply tells me the maids are waiting to do my makeup and hair, leaving the room to get ready as well, planting a kiss on my shoulder before he left. It confused me even more as Jimin constantly avoided topics that had me involved.

The maids worked swiftly and once they were done, they let me admire my reflection in the mirror.

“How envious to be such a natural beauty.” One of the maids, Nana, cried. “Master is truly such a lucky man.”

“I mean, of course he’s lucky, she was his first-“ The other maid, Joo, said but was hushed by Nana. Both of them shared a look then bowed to me, leaving the room before I could ask any questions. Now I was curious. I was his first... what?

I left the room and went downstairs to find Jimin waiting for me at the door. He was dressed in a beige suit and a dark grey tie that matched his silver hair. He had a golden broach pinned onto his lapel - as if he wasn’t stunning enough. His fingers were bare save for a single silver ring with a white stone set in it.

“Wow.” He smiled as I made my way to stand in front of him. My makeup wasn’t very much, they kept it natural, but my hair was styled in waves compared to my naturally straight locks.

“You look... breathtaking.” I blushed from his his intense stare.

“I think you look better than me.” I mumble, not noticing Jimin had crept up behind me. I felt something cold around my neck and I jumped a little.

“Something to make you shine even more than you already do.” Funny how I’d just thought the same about him. It was a choker, and I let my fingers run across it. It seemed to be studded with countless little gems.

“They’re clear diamonds. 128 of them to be exact.” Jimin explained nonchantly like it was nothing. I just stared at him and he just chuckled.

The maids passed us our coats and we finally stepped outside to get to the ball. A part of me felt that I would have a rather eventful night, because I was very sure Jimin had only one intention that night. And that was to flaunt to my father that he had me wrapped around his little finger. The thing was... even if I saw my father, I didn’t know who I would choose. And that itself was a dangerous thought.

#jimin #park jimin #pjm #jimin smut #smut #bts #bts smut #bts jimin #park jimin smut #bangtan #mafia au #mafia bts #mafia jimin

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oh-beyond · 8 years ago

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Lost and enchanted AU - Epilogue

EXO as animals series: Lay

You don’t remember anything where where you? Was this heaven? It most probably was because unicorns weren’t real, neither was the boy that lived with them, neither his looks or behaviour…

Lay x Reader

Unicorn AU/Fantasy/Romance/Fluff/Smut +18

Masterlist

EXO hybrid series

< Part 3

“Kiss me again, kiss me please”

“What’s gotten into you? I need my dress otherwise...”

“Otherwise I’ll get the chance to see your beautiful skin? Feel it? Kiss it?”

“Lay~~~!” you said running away from him.

“You want me to chase you? I warn you if I catch you the only thing you will be wearing is me”

You run fast “help me cherry blossoms, block his way” you asked the trees running towards them as you laughed.

The little petals creating walls that Lay had to go through, the torn rose petals you wore fell completely off you, little pink cherry blossom petals flew your way creating some coverage in your exposed body, Lay heard your giggles and involuntary you guided him to you, you kept running but he was faster, he caught you by your waist taking a good look at your exposed back and little coverage that the small petals did, you fell quiet and stopped to watch his satisfied gaze, he dusted away some little petals from your chest when you trend around and when he took in your nakedness he acted on impulse...

Phone rang

<<<Lu-ge>>>

Yixing woke up extremely annoyed, what a weird dream, woken yo at the best part...

“WHY DID YOU HAVE TO WAKE ME UP LU-GE?”

“Wow, I’m happy to hear you miss me too Xing didi”

“I was having a good dream”

“Oh I see, did you get to cum or not?”

“GEGE~~~!”

“Alright alright, listen so I have something else prepared I forgot to tell you, you have little trip to a private island (that I paid for by the way), the hotel staff will take you in a small boat, you will spend the night there in a nice cabin”

“I’m here for ___, not for tourism”

“And that is exactly what my plan is, don’t ask me how I did it but she will be there... alone”

“Luhan gege! Really? Thank you, I owe you my life”

“I wish I had a gege this nice to me”

You arrived at the resort, your jaw wide open through the whole realisation of where you were, you were guided to you your overwater bungalow.

It looked very big but it was a shared one, there was a door that separated the bungalow that was divided, you asked the staff of the resort if anyone was in the other half and they confirmed you that a single man was a guest.

"Hi Luhan oppa, I just arrived, this looks so amazing, how will I ever repay you?”

“Repay me when you get Yixing-di back, not only that, make him happy, make each other happy please”

“I hope he wants me back, I feel like I can’t compete with that doctor he came with”

“Just... just get ready, you are going to that private island, thank me later that he’s alone, you have no clue what I had to do to make that happen”

Both of you were packing some belongings, your backpack was too kinky, who knew that to visit a private island you’d need only toiletries, makeup and lingerie? It looked pathetic but you were going to do everything in your power to get Yixing back, even if that meant acting slutty and steal him from that pretty doctor.

Yixing also packed some nice shorts and linen shirts, never forgetting about his unicorn t-shirt, he knew he’d be able at least steal a smile from you, a smile for him and no one else, the tanning lotion Luhan recommended also wasn’t a bad idea, you liked him more when he had a nice tan, a healthy tan from sunbathing, you loved his toned torso the most when he was tan, and tan he was going to be for you.

Yixing was called from reception, a small boat awaited for him just outside the cabin, he went down the stairs jumping on it, you saw the boat and the back of a man thinking that he looked like Yixing, but what would be the odds that he was sharing the same cabin, only a door separating you? Did this mean Dr. Hansu was in the other side? You tiptoed your way to the door startled by a call from reception, advising you that your boat was ready outside, you looked at yourself in the mirror, this white see through kaftan was the best choice ever, giving away the bright red colour of your bikini underneath, you took your sunglasses and your floppy straw hat and went on the boat excited to meet Yixing.

Yixing had arrived before you walking along the shore of a beautiful private island, it was relatively small and quiet and deserted if it wasn’t for Yixing who was already shirtless wearing sunglasses hands in pockets looking delicious for you to enjoy, it’s been too long since you’ve seen his body, you couldn’t believe that you hadn't tried getting him back all this time.

You went down thanking the sailor who helped you down, you watched the boat disappear in the turquoise horizon, you saw Yixing notice of your presence from afar, you acted as if you didn’t notice him yet and walked towards the huge cabin, if was so beautiful and romantic, if felt like being in heaven.

The door was open you walked inside hoping Yixing would follow you, you could see him from the bedroom balcony facing the beach, he was walking in circles, rubbing his neck, as if distressed, uncertain, doubting, maybe he saw you and he was upset? He was waiting for his beloved doctor instead you appeared, it must of been very shocking, it gave you a lack of confidence instantly, while you kept looking at him.

Yixing in the other hand was exactly doing that, losing his cool, he saw you in that magnificent white kaftan and he did have a glimpse that you were wearing something red, Yixing ultimate favourite colour on you... red... he was not coping at all, he wanted to look sexy and impressive but there he was rubbing his neck thinking what to do.

You just decided to ignore him, you were here to enjoy the holidays Luhan oppa had booked for you or at least you would try to enjoy.

You walked out of the cabin and headed for the 2 beach loungers that were facing the water, luckily Yixing was behind so your act that you didn’t see him was still credible.

You put the sunscreen lotion in one of the loungers and slowly pulled your kaftan off your head, from the corner of your eye you saw Yixing looking at you, perhaps it wasn’t as bad as you thought, red always caught his attention.

Yixing was having a moment of his own, he was trying to relieve the boner that was threatening to make an appearance, ‘red’ it was red bikini, how was he going to relieve anything? It wasn’t going away, the boner was there, growing by the second, he was in a private island in paradise with you wearing a red bikini for him to enjoy... this was not fair in any way, he had to strike back, he patted his crotch jumping up and down breathing in and out and off he went.

You were carefully spreading the sunscreen lotion on your legs, slowly, carefully, skilfully... teasingly, yes it looked sexy, you noticed that he was coming closer, you started with your arms trying to go on your back.

“Excuse me”

His voice, immediate throbbing between your legs, you looked up to meet Yixing running his hands through his hair.

“Yixing!?”

“___!?”

You both spatted at the same time, you got up removing your sunglasses biting on one temple eyeing him, you tried not to but you couldn’t, the view was spectacular, you were having these random thoughts of jumping on him.

Yixing was looking at your face, he saw how distracted you were, perhaps you still liked him? Or was it the atmosphere that was too damn sexy not to have these impulses of looking at his body, he willed himself not to do the same because you were wearing red and the thought of pulling the strap of the bikini with his teeth was very strong, just breathe...

“What are you doing here?” he asked innocently.

“I should ask the same”

“I came with someone, but she couldn’t make it today, she is at the resort”

“So you found someone that suits you finally Xing, I’m happy now you can talk all day about researches, good on you”

“How do you know she’s a doctor?” he asked with a satisfied grin, thinking that you were asking about him behind his back.

“I didn’t, I just assumed, who else would be able to make you happy?”

You was all the thought...

“Good guess, and how about you?” trying to sound cool.

“Oh he couldn’t make it either, some work related stuff”

“So you are going out with someone that doesn’t give you attention and is also busy with work? I’m disappointed, sounds awful, although he has time to stalk you every day at work till he got you but then leaves you here alone?”

“Wait... how do you know he stalks me? Are you spying on me Zhang Yixing?”

He muted, he watched your frown shaking your head sitting in the longer giving him your back, going back to what you were doing, suddenly you felt his legs on each side of you and his hand on your back spreading the lotion.

“What are you doi-”

“Shhh, just let me do this for you, you can’t reach here”

You gulped closing your eyes feeling his fingertips on your back, he was skilful the fucker, the best thing were his massages, involuntarily a feminine moan escaped your mouth your hands trying to mute it but it was already too late, you heard him chuckle, and your stomach churned.

“Why are-” you tried to finish the question as you turned to face him but you couldn’t.

He was so close to you, you wished the story about his female doctor wasn’t true, you wanted him to tell you that it wasn’t true, you wanted him to tell you that he was here for you, to get you back, that he hadn't been able to cope with life.

“I haven’t been able to cope with life”

Did he just say that? Or was your brain making you think he did?

“How could you just replace me like that? How could you have forgotten about your Yixing so easily? Remember? Your healing unicorn” his voice sounding affected, his lower lip quivering and his eyebrows questioning you, wanting to hear it too... that you haven’t been able to cope with life either...

“I haven’t been able to cope with life either” you stated playing with the strap of your bikini, his eyes darted there, and that thought of taking it with his teeth came back, his member giving him hints that he was getting excited and hard.

“You love her?” you asked his eyes meeting yours again.

“You, I love you”

“Liar, what about your doctor?”

“I know it wasn’t a guess and you know that it’s Dr. Hansu, it gives me some hope that you are bothered and maybe jealous”

“I am jealous Lay”

Lay, he loved hearing that from you as he pleasured you in the past, every thrust every moan coming as Lay.

“Lay?”

“Yes Lay, I am jealous, just imagining that she can touch your shoulders, feel your lips, I’m jealous you are someone else’s unicorn, you’ve moved on with someone better than me, someone you bring here in this island that is made to be close to each other”

“How close?” his voice was husky almost inaudible his breath hitting your face.

“This is not right, if I tell you I’d be doing something wrong”

“Because you are faithful to your flirty customer?”

“We had the chance to make it right, I feel guilty... I actually was coming here to...”

“To what? Tell me!”

“We should get inside it’s getting dark” you said battered, Dr. Hansu was invading your daydreaming.

You walked in front of him almost defeated, you were here to do this, but what after? Just an unforgettable get together to remember the great sex you had? That wasn’t enough anymore, you wanted more, you wanted him, for you, for life.

Yixing was thinking more shallowly at the moment, he was thinking with his almost completely hardened dick that guided him walking straight after you, he started walking slowly and didn’t recall when he bumped himself at you back making you stop, his arm wrapping around you his mouth at your ear level breathing heavily, you heard the muted groan coming from the back of his throat, his lips carefully caressing the side of your neck, involuntary he lifted you by your waist off the ground, you didn’t find it in your will to complaint when you felt how hard he was.

“Yixing~~~?”

“Not now princess, save them for when I fuck your brains out”

Oh the thought... electroshock! He just sent waves through all your system.

He pushed the door open and closed it with his foot, he walked straight were he saw a circular bed slamming you face down climbing atop of you.

“Let me-” you whined.

“No, so you don’t think about it and deny me this” he whispered in your ear.

“Who said I am going to say no? I want to see your eyes as you fuck my brains out Lay”

Yixing pressed harder on you nestling his manhood on your bottom, his hand finding it’s way to one of your breasts squeezing hard “call me that again” he said before finally pulling the string of your bikini with his teeth.

“Lay let me se your beautiful face~~~” you moaned, your fingers playing with his scalp as his head was buried in the crock of your neck.

He slowly pulled away and you turned around straightening yourself up bringing your face close to his, never breaking eye contact but also Yixing not waisting time pulling the strap of your bikini further down.

“Xing... this... are you sure?”

“Are you?”

“And your girlfriend?”

“There’s no girlfriend, I’m here to steal you from that asshole”

“Yixing!” you gasped in surprise.

“It’s true, the thought of you with him-ughrrr, I’m here to take you from him, to get back what is mine, to treasure you like you deserve, to be at your feet and letting go only when you are sick of me, because I can’t keep doing this to myself, because I need you to be there when I wake up in the morning and... I love you more than anything that can be said”

“Yixing... there’s no asshole, I never went out with Dongjun, Luhan paid for this and I... this is so embarrassing” you cried covering your face.

“You came here for me!? Tell me! You came here knowing I had a girlfriend to ruin it and get me back?”

“Lay~~~ I can’t look at you”

He gently took your hands off your face kissing your palms “I’m the happiest man alive, suddenly I feel my heart alive again, I was like dead all this time, come here” he opened his arms for you as he lied down in the bed bringing you close to his heart “you hear it? My heart”

“Yes” you giggled.

“You know what it’s saying?”

“No?”

“My heart is saying that it’s not more embarrassing admitting you came here for me than saying ‘I want to see you fuck my brains out’”

You punched his chest hard as he laughed out loud, he was overwhelmed with joy, it was just too much happiness. You tried pulling away but he brought you back into his embrace.

“Chickening out? Am I not supposed to fuck your brains out?” he said climbing on top of you pinning your hands above of your head.

“I don’t want to” you said firmly looking to your side.

Yixing placed his lips in your exposed neck kissing his way to your earlobe “please~~~ please, I need you, as Lu-ge says I went all virgin again, don’t you feel how this poor guy craves for you?” he added poking you with his clothed manhood.

“You haven’t...?”

“Never, if it’s not you I can’t”

“I want you too Lay” you finally gave in, your muscles relaxing under him.

He eyed your body, you gave him a comforting smile, he removed his grip on your wrist above you, slowly caressing your arms, your elbows, your forearms, he lowered himself resting his own arms on the mattress, his nose touching your cheek, he closed his eyes and inhaled.

“You know how much I missed all this? Every single inch of you” he kissed your cheek.

“I’m rusty too Xing, but I kind of want you to move faster”

“Eager?”

“Extremely, I came all the way from Seoul to be with you... to do this”

His lips came in contact with yours, lovingly, this was Yixing, the vanilla guy that liked it slow and passionate... you loved it, you loved how you felt him pulling at the sheets to calm himself, you loved how he made you open your legs without even noticing.

Your tongue darted inside his moth, your arms brought him closer falling completely on you, making him gasp for air, no time for breathing, your lips parted to take his lower lip between your teeth, you pulled licking the upper one, over and over not letting go, too busy to realise he had pulled your bikini top passed your breast, he wanted to pull away to give some treatment to your nipples, instead he pulled your lower bikini part passed your knees, you broke the kiss and watched him sit back on his knees, you freed yourself completely pulling the hem of his boxers down, he was like hypnotised unmoving taking you all in.

“Xing~~~ off”

“I forgot how naughty you were, please forgive how slow I’m going, I’m just overwhelmed and you here ah~~~”

“Stop talking Lay” you said stroking him gently cutting his cheesy statement.

Yixing got rid of the last obstacle of clothing item that was between you coming back to you making you fall back in bed as your legs parted to nestle between them, he kissed you again and you whimpered when you felt him there, he licked his fingers and entered 2 of his digits in you slowly.

“I guess there’s no need for this, you are soaking” he said with a grin.

Before you had the chance to punch his chest he filled you in one swift deep thrust, that reached that spot that was untouched for so long your body trembling as he took your hand intertwining your fingers together, pressing palm to palm to feel him more intensely, the way he liked it, slow but intense, light but passionate, lazy but caring, peppering kisses all over your face, neck, chest and shoulders, all while he babbled romantic nonsense.

“Lay~~ more”

“I want to be like this till tomorrow morning, adoring your every inch, thank you for coming back to me, my beautiful angel”

“Lay~~~” you said wrapping your legs around his waist.

Yixing got the hint and as if you pressed the turbo button you didn’t know how fast he went banging on that spot merciless that had you seeing stars, you heard his frantic breathing as you shut your mouth with your hands.

“None of that, let me heard it, call me Lay, say it again please” he managed to say between thrusts.

“Lay~~”

Lazy and sore, you smelled the aroma of coffee, you opened your eyes slowly realising it wasn’t a dream, Yixing’s towel around his waist hang low, his god-like v lines in display as he a brought the bed tray.

“Good morning sunshine”

“Lay, I’m sore”

“Oh baobei don’t call me that, or else you will be more sore and this breakfast will go to waste”

“I wasn’t dreaming? Yesterday was real?”

“Let me take care of this girl that is in need of my hands, let me heal you”

“I love you”

Luhan was waiting in the arrivals, he had this cheeky smirk as Yixing hugged your from behind walking towards him.

“You really are wearing that unicorn t-shirt in front of your woman Yixing didi? How can you find this appealing ___-mei?”

“He’s adorable, what are you talking about? He’s my unicorn, the unicorn of my dreams” you brought Yixing into a heated kiss.

“OK, I guess saying get a room is not applicable here, I will move out soon” said Luhan patting on Yixing’s shoulder.

You broke the kiss alarmed “you don’t have to, you are my older brother, I wouldn’t do this to you”

“Oh no, I want to, please you have a lot of catching up to do, he’s been dreaming of you all this time and it’s been... man how do I put it? He really needs you”

“Lu-ge!” whined Yixing for getting exposed.

“Come on let’s get you home” said Luhan taking your suitcases.

Luhan had changed all the furniture, he had learned everything you liked even the smallest details, like wanting to have a rocking chair and feathery cushions.

“Luhan gege, this is amazing”

“Kids just... be good to each other, and now if you’ll excuse me I finally got myself a date with Dr. Hansu”

You were extra happy to hear that.

“Can’t you date that jerk that has an eye on ___?”

“Silly didi, I’m out, enjoy your unicorn” said Luhan hugging you both in one big embrace.

Lying down in bed your head on his chest as he caressed your forearm kissing the crown of your head.

“I saw you in the parking lot of the lab often, I am sorry for never coming to you, I didn’t know how to face you” whispered Yixing.

“I saw you waiting for your coffee every morning, I’m sorry for not going out and ask you to take me home” you added facing him.

“Wo ai ni Yixing naogong”

“Wo ai ni baobei”

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Naogong cute term to address a love interest in Madarin (husband is Laogong)

Baobei is honey/darling in Madarin

Gege is equivalent for hyung in Mandarin can be shortened to ge.

Didi term to address younger male in Mandarin can be shortened to di.

Meimei term to address younger female in Mandarin can be shortened to mei.

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