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Favorite time of year: every single day that i grace this beautiful planet â ( á ăâ )ïŒż I unironically love Christmas so much. I love the cold and I love the fact that we can slack for a little bit and I love having an excuse and indulge myself by seeing and meeting with my loved ones. I also love spring! (<- spoken with the privilege of someone who only has mild allergies) And summer when it isn't boiling outside!
Favorite drinks: boba, COFFEE, ginger ale, wine (the semisweet ones and especially semisweet red wine â€), fresh squeezed orange juice, HOT MILK WITH HONEY and generally whatever has sugar in it
Collect anything?: Littlest Pet Shop!!! When i was in kindergarden there was that one kid that had SACKS of lps and from then on i decided that it was my fate to defeat them... (i just said to my mum to buy me lps whenever she could and i also asked her every christmas to tell santa claus i needed the big packs with them) I also have collections of rocks and shells from different beaches that i went to! Lately i try to collect stickers from cons and such (<-literally has went to one (1) con so far) and chupa-chups cans bc they look pretty đđ (not sponsored)
Favorite fics: OH BOY OH BOY! DO I HAVE THE FICS FOR YOU! I'll try to be brief: đŒ OK NO JOKE, I'll try to be brief: (in no particular order, except for the first one) 1) it's not living (if it's not with you) by brella (hq!!) TOP 1!!! IT DOESN'T GET BETTER THAN THIS FELLAS! Legit, tsukkiyama isnt even my thing but this one ticks all my boxes: desperate lead? check. the grumpy one mellows out for the sunshine one? check. the inherent value of change and becoming better by loving and wanting to express it properly and by that becoming a better person? check. GROUNDHOG DAY AU?? YES PLEASE! It's.. It's very good. Please give it a read if you want. (brella has written many good hq fics btw please check them out!) 2) Work-Related Risk Factors by parkernoir (mp100) Case fic, angsty and probably my favourite mp100 ever! It has Serizawa! It has Tome! It has Reigen trauma! It made me cry my eyes out in agony! I have a very soft spot for this. It has serirei in it but mostly it's gen if i remember correctly? yeah 3) beginners by silvercistern (mp100) fair warning it's about sex and it doesn't have just steamy scenes, it discusses generally sex and stuff. That being said it has ace Reigen in it and it made me cry đ 4) The Negligible Self by ch_am (mp100) anything and everything by camp is a gift honestly. Angsty generally, full of whump specifically, it makes the soft, tender moments hit better and it's still in progress! Join the fun as i lose my mind with every single update! Yay! (people in the comments in ao3 are also trying to find out what is going on and it's fun) (it has a prequel too which is really good and canon-adjacent) 5) Kintsugi by SpicyChibi (mp100) it took me a week to recover from reading this. mp100 fanwriters have a way of capturing the vulnerability of serirei in a way that physically hurts me. Tender, good, I love them, I love them, I love them. Ongoing and 90,000 words so far. 6) Like A Cheap Suit, You Can Wear Me Out by Vulcanodon (mp100) written like a romantic comedy and made me laugh at every twist and turn of the plot. The last scene is forever ingrained in me and it actually makes me emotional. Case fic again and a very fun one 7) Heart Rate Rapid by Justkeeptrekkin (mp100) teacher au, all the children in one class, ongoing, literally finshed it yesterday, ACE REIGEN BELOVED. (so far no explicit content so don't pay too much mind to the rating, there are discussions of sex but only briefly and on a surface level) I love their banter and the transition from friendship to something more... sigh 8) where the night goes by bigspoonnoya (hq!!) 'the sad gay with the happy ending' tag got to me. I love bittersweet stories with happy endings (can you tell) and this one has kagehina in it.... utterly head over heels for stories where they meet many years later. 9) fake it, make it by zadderlee (hq!!) FAVOURITE KAGEHINA FIC RIGHT THERE! ongoing since good old 2019 but the author has said they are going to continue it at some point! good characterisation, i had forgotten how good it is but i keep getting back to this. 10) That Baby Does Not Belong to You (But It Could) by multifascinate (talkativelock) (hq!!) bokuaka with baby hinata. need i say more. oh, yeah and they are 20-somethings. And in college. the romance aspect is there but it mostly focuses on other things. And i love it.
anyway these are my ao3 recs bone apple teeth (pay attention to the content warnings and the tags. thanks!)
Favorite video games: i am an awful gamer but generally the story-based ones intrigue me and the ones that are fun to play together with friends! Disco elysium, Ace attorney, Mario Kart 8, Smash Bros and animal crossing!
i tag @livingonyoghurtandspite @horson @raph-red-fan and whoever wants to do this â ( cough please give me fic recs i beg cough)
#there is this one kyouhaba bakery-patisserie (?) au fic that i think about ALL the time and again by bigspoonnoya and#the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle by kittebasu (chanyeol) GOD THIS ONE IS SO SO GOOD BEST IWAOI FIC#but i didnt want to take too much space lol#i tried SO HARD. SO. HARD. to make it to 10 and no more#anyway i failed lmao#please tell me if i need to put this under a read more#get tagged#onion talks#:]#i am so normal and cool about my interests cant you tell#most of my fic recs are romcoms bc i am weak and these make me weaker#LOVE YOU CICADA WISH YOU A WONDERFUL DAY#this will probably be posted on january so i wish everyone a very beautiful 2023 and a very smooth transition to life after the holidays#this post is so long i am so sorry#i should have recced some ml fics too... darn it...#i havent read any tmnt fics which is???? idk why this happened#probably because i turn to fanfics for romance mostly since i am kinda picky on the gen ones? idk idk#this was an excuse for me to talk about my favourite fics actually#i am sorry for being annoying but i am not sorry for my wonderful taste in fictious literary content đ#also if i didnt tag you please feel free to write your own faves and then tag me#i never know who to tag in these things and i dont want anyone to feel some kind of obligation to reply#i try to treat it as a 'free pass'#you can use it if you feel like it#if you read this so far mwah mwah a kiss on your little head
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Kachow | Liam Lawson x Ferrari Admin! Reader
Summary: Liam notices that the Ferrari social media accounts are suddenly referencing Cars a lot. He enlists a few drivers to help him on his quest to meet the new admin.Â
Warnings: Crack fic? Swearing
Requested: No
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scuderiaferrari with a little ruste-eze (and an insane amount of luck) you too can look like⊠our boys! the hoodies are here! much to charlesâ joy. to look like youâre part of the team, head over to the ferrari store
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liamlawson30 kachow!Â
â user1 this isnât even your team?
â user2 liam will always be team cars tbf
â scuderiaferrari we welcome all cars enthusiastsÂ
charles_leclerc i have never looked so good
â user3 charles is going to be buried in that hoodie, isnât he?
â scuderiaferrari weâll make sure of it
user4 new admin? because this is giving humour, unlike the previous posts
user5 okay but this was actually quite funny. fairplay ferrari admin
user6 charles looks so good. new admin knows how to photograph him wellÂ
user7 i need that pic of carlos blown up and put on my wall, please adminÂ
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scuderiaferrari i am speed! charles leclerc is your italian grand prix winner of 2024. il vostro re di monza đźđč
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user8 liam lawson summoned in 3âŠ2âŠ1âŠ
liamlawson30 now was that floating like a cadillac or was that stinging like a beemer
â scuderiaferrari we call that flying like a ferrariÂ
â user9 omg he had a reply
â user10 what are the odds that heâs screaming in his room liked by liamlawson30
â olliebearman dude, get up
user11 charles leclerc is so lightning mcqueen coded
â user12 donât let liam hear you say that. it might break his heartÂ
user13 why is liam interacting so much with the ferrari page. does he not know that his soul belongs to red bull
â user14 only contractually
â user15 everyone is a ferrari fan
â user16 i think heâs more of a ferrari admin fan liked by olliebearman
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scuderiaferrari âthat is so relaxingâ and then proceeds to make everyone feel very unrelaxed you can find more C2 chaos on our youtube channelÂ
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user1 liamâs not interacted with this one because thereâs no cars reference
â jackdoohan heâs lurking in the comments, donât worryÂ
â user2 so weâve had rbr drivers defecting ferrari, and now alpine?
user3 my favourite thing about the ferrari admin is that they clearly love their job and it shows
user4 poor admin. how are you dealing with the pair of them?
â scuderiaferrari iâm in racing hell. my iqâs dropping by the second
â charles_leclerc what?
â scuderiaferrari i knew you couldn't drive, i didnât know you couldn't readÂ
â user5 admin, youâre wasted on these two. they donât appreciate your references like liam does liked by liamlawson30
carlossainz55 i still won that challenge
â charles_leclerc no, you didnât! the score says i did
â carlossainz55 the score lied
â scuderiaferrari excuse you. i did the score and i double checked it
â carlossainz55 sabotage
â scuderiaferrari iâm not posting flattering images of you anymore
charles_leclerc i look so confused
â scuderiaferrari you always look like that
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scuderiaferrari ciao tifosi. charles leclerc here as i attempt to do the job of our wonderful admin, yn. ask me anythingÂ
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user6 admin reveal!!
user7 i got to this post within 10 seconds and liam lawson had already liked it?
â liamlawson30 faster than fast, quicker than quickÂ
â olliebearman get. up.
â jackdoohan youâre just embarrassing nowÂ
user8 you can tell this isnât admin because these are not charlesâ best angles
â charles_leclerc heyyy, i took these myself :(Â
â scuderiaferrari we can tellÂ
â user10 no angle is a bad angle for charlesÂ
user11 omg is that admin??!!
â user12 wait, what? i didnât scroll that far!Â
â charles_leclerc yes!Â
user13 where can we get adminâs jacket?Â
â charles_leclerc by putting up with carlos and me
â user14 deal!!Â
â charles_leclerc i did not think that one throughÂ
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scuderiaferrari race cars donât need headlights because⊠welcome to night time singapore! enjoy a throwback to our favourite singapore moment from last year
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liamlawson30 because the track is always lit!Â
â yukitsunoda0511 i am ashamed
user1 wait, no. bring back the admin pics, please. we don't want those two men
user2 admin, youâre so pretty! drop the @ liked by liamlawson30
carlossainz55 đŸđ„
â scuderiaferrari how about a replay this year?
â charles_leclerc this is charles erasure, yn
â user3 yn??? we have adminâs name!!!!
â olliebearman @/liamlawson30
â jackdoohan @/liamlawson30
â yukitsunoda0511 @/liamlawson30
â scuderiaferrari @/liamlawson30
â scuderiaferrari i felt left outÂ
user4 love how everyone is more focused on admin than recounting sainzâs win
its_yn posted a new story
charles_leclerc replied this is so mean â i am going to cry and it is all your fault â its_yn oh well, donât do that? i guess? â charles_leclerc you guess? â iâm about to make you happy and you guess? â its_yn youâre going to make me happy? â charles_leclerc i am going to introduce you to your soulmate â its_yn not againâŠÂ â charles_leclerc i mean it this time!Â
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liamlawson30 met my heroes todayÂ
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user5 a soft launch?
â user6 just fell to my knees in radiator springsÂ
user7 is that ferrari admin?
its_yn do you know many ferraris? luigi follow only the ferraris
â liamlawson30 they race on the european circuit. i'm in the piston cup!Â
â user8 yup. thatâs definitely ferrari admin
â scuderiaferrari guiltyÂ
its_yn đđ
â liamlawson30 my pretty girl đ»
user9 love how liam has just been announced as a driver for the remainder of 2024 but his focus is on lightning mcqueen
â user10 i think his focus might be on ferrariâs admin
charles_leclerc you are both welcomeÂ
olliebearman iâm actually shocked that your pining worked
â its_yn what can i say, pathetic menÂ
jackdoohan i canât believe harassing us actually managed to woo herÂ
yukitsunoda0511 idiots
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being your boyfriend is rafe's favourite thing.
he does everything for you. whether it was buying you lunch or driving 5 hours just to get you the purse that you really wanted.. he will do it, no matter what.
he likes having you rely on him, depend on him for everything. in fact, he loves it. maybe a little too much. he likes being needed, especially when it came to you. you don't even have to lift a finger, not like rafe would let you anyway. he buys you expensive gifts, takes you on cute dates, gets you flowers, drives you everywhere, he treats you like a queen.
you sat in front of your vanity, looking at yourself in the mirror. rafe sat on the edge of your bed behind you. you were going to a party later tonight to celebrate one of your friend's birthday. running your fingers through your freshly curled hair, you sighed.
"rafe, do you think my hair looks good?", you had spent an hour doing it but it didn't turn out the way you wanted, as per usual.
he looked up from his phone, "of course baby, you could wear a trash bag and you'd still look beautiful."
he always knew what to say, didn't he?
staring at yourself in the mirror you stop worrying about your hair and focus on your outfit. it was supposed to be "casual" but in reality, everyone would be wearing clothes on the fancier side. you make your way to your closet and skim through the collection of dresses, all of which rafe bought you. you pick two out, the first one was a silky dark red dress and the second was a simpler black dress with an open back.
lifting them both up you ask, "which one would fit better for tonight?"
taking a moment to scan the dresses rafe lifts his finger and points to one, "the red dress. 'makes you look hot", he grins.
you walk over to place a kiss on his cheek and he puts his hands around your waist, pulling you in while planting kisses on your neck and making his way down your torso.
"rafe, we have to go soon and i still need to get dressed!" you try to pull away but he tightens his grip.
"tell them we're going to be late then", he says now gliding his hand up your thigh.
you pull out your phone and text your friend.
ᥣđ©àŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČ my first fic/blurb (idk?) & def not proofread.. please give me feedback if any!!
#blurbs ⥠âËâč#boyfriend!rafe#rafe cameron#rafe fanfiction#rafe fic#rafe imagines#rafe blurb#rafe obx#rafe x reader#rafe x you#rafe x y/n#rafe x fem!reader#drew starkey fanfiction#drew starkey x reader#drew starkey#rafe x female!mc#rafe outer banks#outer banks#obx
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roommate!geto x reader. part three
cw: mdni. smut, a little bit of breeding, oral (f!receiving)
a/n: part three! thank you all so much for the support on the first two parts!!<3
this will probably have one more part but i wanna try to make it as more of an actual drabble/fic rather than this headcannon format!
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roommate!geto who you go looking for at 3am when youâve had a nightmare.
roommate!geto who says âyou alright baby?â when he sees your tall, slender figure at his door-
as you walk up to him, teary eyed in your cute sleep shorts and tank top, he opens up his blanket to welcome you in. he sleeps only in his underwear?
he kisses your temple as you get into bed before covering you both with the blankets and taking his spot behind you. does everyone's roommate care so much about them?
roommate!geto who presses his hard on against your back while he cuddles you <3
roommate!geto who spoons you all night and peppers open mouthed kisses down your neck and shoulders~
roommate!geto whoâs touch you lean into because it feels so genuine and sincere~
roommate!geto who starts fondling your boobs until heâs on top of you kissing you-
you finally get to feel his tongue piercing when he swipes his tongue against yours.
he slowly works his way down as heâs undressing you- worshipping your body as he uncovers it. littering your body with love marks. how long has he waited for this moment?!
roommate!geto whoâs hands roam your body while he eats out your pretty pussy~
you let out a moan when you feel the cold metal of his tongue and lip piercings against your sensitive clit.
roommate!geto who literally whimpers when you say âplease sugu, I need youâ
roommate!geto whoâs favourite position is missionary because he loves watching how your facial expressions change with every thrust
âshit baby, this pussy was made for me- youâre taking me so wellâ
roommate!geto who goes crazy when you scratch your nails into his back~
roommate!geto who's thrusts become so animalistic and rough. all he can think about is your abused cunt overflowing with his load. you'll finally be his~
roommate!geto whoâs face flushes when he tells you he loves you as he stuffs you full of his cum~ âfuckkkk, I love you so much babyâ
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Accidentally Kidnapping A Mafia Boss (Yoon Jeonghan)
Reverse Trope Series Installment 2
Pairing - Yoon Jeonghan x afab!reader
Word Count - 70K 29K (please congratulate me, cutting down was the hardest thing I've ever done)
Genre - Strangers to something more I guess? Minimal crack (I had to choose between humour and sexual tension - it was painful, like choosing a favourite child), angst (just a small splash) and smut (loads of it, warnings under the cut)
Warnings - mentions of kidnapping and mafia, one scene where hands are thrown (But just to be clear, this is not like your usual mafia fics - itâs not dark or violent), mention of dub-con in OC's past
A/n -Those who are up to date with the teasers can jump directly for day 1 I guess! Anyways, this fic should have been a whole ass series, it was such a task finishing it in under 30K phew. I hope you enjoy this roller coaster - your comments, reblogs and tags are all very very appreciated! I shall put out an announcement when the next Reverse Trope installment is coming - for now, its time for Camp Seventeen!
Smut warnings - there's a bunch of call girls, masturbation-almost?, voyeurism, multiple smut scenes (3 or 4 idk), exhibitionism (nobody saw them though), fingering, oral (f receiving), protected sex, unprotected sex (please don't be stupid like them), multiple orgasms, oral (male receiving), okay I hope we're done
"You're being a real pain in my ass right now." "I don't see how itâs an issue since thatâs not much of an ass." Seokmin glared at Seungkwan. "Just because some stupid college club awarded you a silly superlative-" "-best bakery in town is not a âsillyâ superlative-" "-like once-" "-twice. In a row-" "-doesn't mean-" "-absolutely does-" "Will you two shut up?" You hissed under your breath looking around. "Are you trying to get us all caught?" Seungkwan clicked his tongue annoyed. "You're acting like we're in the middle of a crime." Your eyes flickered from Seokmin to Seungkwan before landing on the third guy in between them, the one who was unconscious and being held up with his arms thrown over the shoulders of his friends. "Last I checked, kidnapping is a crime." You pointed out. Seokmin rolled his eyes. "Prank-ing your friend isn't." "That is if Soonyoung decides he wants to save your sorry ass." "Again, not much of an ass-" "I swear to god Kwan-" Groaning you covered your ears to shut out all the bickering. That night when drunk Soonyoung had pushed your buttons, consequently leading to the events of tonight, you did not think it would be this hard.Â
The plan was simple - on Mondays, Soonyoung was in charge of closing the BBQ shop where all 3 of your closest friends worked. His routine was fairly straightforward - first he clears and cleans all the tables, then he closes the kitchen, then changes out of his uniform and finally wraps it up by locking the main door. That's where you would get him, right as he closed the doors. You were to take him by surprise from the back, cover his face with a black cloth bag, bring him to your apartment and tie him up leaving him immobile, blinded and helpless. One might wonder why such cruelty when you called him a friend but you would argue that Soonyoung deserved it. After all, last night he hadn't stopped mentioning how boring you were and how your life was so uninteresting and how you didn't have a single exciting adventure while he had a shit ton of them. Well, today you were about to give yourself, and him, a story to tell.
Now things did go according to plan, for the most part. Seokmin and Seungkwan were first reluctant to be a part of this madness but that was until you brought up the prospect of Soonyoung being scared enough to hopefully piss in his pants. Intrigued by the idea, they joined and all three of you waited in the bushes, watching your friend's silhouette moving around the shop, putting things away, cleaning up. Just as he reappeared after changing, hurriedly trying to leave the shop, the three of you got to action, approaching him silently from the back, swiftly holding him by the hands and putting the bag over his face. What you didn't take into account in this plan was just how much resistance Soonyoung would show, God knows why you didn't consider his adrenaline driven reaction, but man did he put up a fight. It was only natural you retaliate and so instinctively, you landed a smack on his head with the torch in your hand knocking him out, making him buckle into the pavement as the two other boys caught him, looking at you bewildered. That was perhaps just the beginning of your problems because now you had to very un-suspiciously drag a very unconscious man to your apartment in the dead of the night. It would have helped if this neighbourhood was even a little sketchy but being a quiet, painfully uneventful suburb meant even the smallest of things was seen with high scrutiny. So far, the three of you had somehow managed to make it from the restaurant to your building undetected but it was getting from the first floor to your house that was the real task since the building's resident old woman decided she wanted to feed the stray cats at 2 am.Â
"How much longer are we gonna have to do this?" Seungkwan groaned. "He's surprisingly not that heavy but my arm is starting to sleep." "Yeah, this joke isn't as funny anymore-" "Will you two just keep quiet?" You turned to them annoyed. "She'll be gone in a few minutes and then we can move. Didn't you two say you wanted Soonyoung to shut up for a few days?â Seokmin mumbled a yes under his breath while Seungkwan nodded hesitating. Hoping for some silence after this, you turned to watch the old woman stroking the cat softly as it slowly nibbled its food. Although your patience was really being tested, something told you if you didn't go through this plan, in another 40 years, you'd be exactly like that old lady - lonely, boring and feeding stray cats. Terrified by that thought, you held it together even though it took a whole 15 minutes for the scene to clear. As the three, no four of you, proceeded towards your apartment, the stray cat watched, licking its paw.Â
Seungkwan and Seokmin groaned in relief as they half threw Soonyoung onto the chair you pulled to the middle, rubbing their aching shoulders. Scouring the drawers, you pulled out a rope with a soft âahaâ making them turn towards your unnaturally happy self. Soonyoung stirred in his chair. âYou're a little too excited about this-â âShhh!â You covered Seokmin's mouth with your hand, whispering. âIf you talk, he'll know it's us, then it's not scary anymore.â âFrankly, I think the kidnapping and knocking him out cold must have been scary enough already.â âNot enoughâ You glared as Soonyoung let out a soft groan, letting you know he was coming around. âQuick, take out your phone and open one of those AI apps. We'll type what we want to say and use the bot voice - that way he'll have no idea.â All three of you huddled, glancing at the phone as Seungkwan typed something quickly, pressing play to let the low toned automated voice echo through the room. âI cannot wait to see Soonyoung shit his pants.â Seokmin giggled as your lips curled into a pleased smile. Oh, he was surely going to shit his pants. âAnd why would I do that?ïżœïżœïżœ Soonyoung's voice sounded confused. âBecause we-â Seokmin looked up, freezing mid-sentence, noticing the voice did not come from the person before him. All three of you exchanged looks realising the same before slowly turning around. Soonyoung was standing at the entrance like he just walked in, looking bewildered. Before any of you could process the situation, he pointed over your shoulders, frowning.
âAnd who's that?â
Oh.Â
âAnd why is he wearing my clothes?âÂ
Oh no.
You turned back to see the man in question, slowly pull the black bag from over his head, shaking his golden tresses away from his face. Oh lord was he gorgeous. As he blinked his eyes open, wondering where the hell he was, you were busy running your eyes all over his pretty features and suddenly, in that short span of 20 seconds, you had memorised where every single mole on his face was. Seokmin and Seungkwan meanwhile, held your arms on either side half hiding behind you which was stupid considering you were the biggest coward in the room. But somehow, as the man before you looked at all of you with narrowed, accusing eyes and tried to stand up, you swung your arm and smacked him right on the head with the torch again. All three boys gawked at you as the man fell back into the chair again, head rolling to the side, unconscious. âWhat the hell mate-â âI'm sorry I panicked!â âWill someone tell me what's happening? Why is he wearing my clothes-â âShut up Soonyoung.â Seungkwan turned to you looking terrified. âDo you have any idea what you've done?â âHey, this can't be just on me, we all thought it was Soonyoung-â âMe???â â-how is this only my fault-â âBecause!â Seungkwan raised his voice pointing a shaking finger. âThe man you just knocked out again, that'sâŠthat'sâŠ.â âThat'sâŠâ Seokmin's eyes widened in realisation. âThat's the cityâs most infamous mafia boss, Yoon Jeonghan.âÂ
âThey aren't picking up.â You sighed, pacing around the room. âWhy aren't they picking up??âÂ
All three boys who were perched on the breakfast bar shrugged, continuing to munch on their chocolate bars.
âYâall are awfully calm considering the mess weâve landed in.âÂ
âThe mess you landed us in.â Soonyoung, who had been filled about the situation, pointed out, licking his fingers. âIf you hadnât tried to pull that terrible prank on me-âÂ
âOkay Kwon, I donât need this right now.â You rolled your eyes and Soonyoung made a mocking face before returning to his snack. Sighing, you dialed the number again, hoping for a response at least this time.Â
âVoicemail. Again!â You squeezed your phone, nearly throwing it across the room, half screaming in frustration. The boys hissed, signaling you to shut up as you bit your tongue and turned towards the elephant in the room.Â
Well, not a literal elephant, he was barely one sixteenth its size, the figurative elephant, Yoon Jeonghan.Â
He still sat, unconscious and beautiful as ever, only his hands were now tied behind the chair, securing him in place. Seokmin insisted it was necessary considering this would be his second time attempting to try and escape. When you had expressed your confusion, Seungkwan pulled out his phone, flipped through his gallery and showed you a picture he had clicked in the city a few days ago - a poster with Jeonghanâs face on it, a text on the bottom.Â
Dangerous criminal Yoon Jeonghan escaped from prison on the 15th of August. Please be cautious and if seen, call the number below. A reward of 20,000 dollars is offered for any incriminating information.Â
The moment all of you finished reading, it was like a switch flipped.Â
Soonyoung immediately secured Jeonghan's hands, Seokmin darkened the room, turning off all the lights and Seungkwan shut all the curtains, shoving his phone into your hands. You though, just stood frozen, watching all of them getting to work, unable to comprehend the situation. It was only when Seungkwan shook you physically telling you to call that number that you finally came to your senses, quickly dialing it.Â
Since then, it had been over an hour and you had called almost 48 times unsuccessfully, much to your frustration but not so much to the boys. They simply continued to raid your snack drawer, chattering away in hushed whispers. You on the other hand wanted to pull your hair out.Â
âWhy do you look so distressed hon?â Soonyoung looked at you, worried.
âWhy?â You raised your eyebrows. âWhy?? Can you not see why? Do you not understand how risky it is keeping him here-â You shot the unconscious man a glance, whispering. âWhat if he wakes up?âÂ
âThen you knock him out again.â Seungkwan chuckled. âThis is not a joke you guys.â You tried to be heard above all the reenacting and laughing. âI get that the 20k offer looks enticing but should we take a risk this big-âÂ
âYou think this is about the money?â Seokmin looked at you almost offended. âHeâs a criminal Y/n, handing him over to the cops is doing whatâs right! Thatâs our duty as responsible citizens-âÂ
âWell this canât be the only way to go about it? Iâm sure there are other ways-âÂ
âLike what?â Seungkwan frowned curiously.Â
âI donât know.â You bit your lower lip, turning to Jeonghan, hands shaking nervously. âWe could go out there and find a cop-âÂ
âWhen was the last time you even saw a cop in this vicinity?â Soonyoung raised an amused eyebrow.
âFine, then weâll take him to the nearest police station?âÂ
âThatâs almost twenty five miles from here.â Soonyoung pointed out. âWhat if on the way he becomes un-unconscious-âÂ
âConscious.âÂ
â-then wouldnât we be in more danger?âÂ
Sighing, you buried your face in your hands, shaking your head. âOh god, how did we get ourselves stuck in a situation this terrible-.âÂ
âOh come on, it's not so bad.â Seungkwan clicked his tongue. âIt's not like we're committing a crime, in fact we are doing the complete opposite of it, you should be proud of us.âÂ
âI prefer my sanity over pride please, thank you.âÂ
Soonyoung clapped his hand. âSo let's get you your vanity back-â Â
âSanity.âÂ
â-the more we try to call that number, the sooner we manage to contact the cops and before you know it, he'll be gone and all of this will be over.â
Sighing, you handed the phone to him, gesturing that he try now, sick of hearing the voicemail message over and over again. No sooner after he reached for it, a loud ringtone began echoing in the room making all of you jump cause a. it was really loud and b. it was not coming from this phoneâŠ..
All four of you exchanged looks turning to the source of the sound - the pocket on the inside of Jeonghanâs jacket.Â
Noticing how Jeonghan was starting to slightly stir, Seungkwan quickly moved closer to him, pulling out his phone, fingers moving swiftly to mute. As it continued to vibrate in his hand, the rest of you gathered around, looking at the screen over his shoulder - Assistant 1, annoying, do not pick up. But before any of you had to make the executive decision whether or not to lift the phone, thank god for the timing, the call ended, allowing you all to take a sigh of relief.Â
Trying to catch your breath again, just as you almost moved back to your original position, it rang again, somehow even more loudly this time and like an idiot in his hurry, Seungkwan accidentally lifted the call, making you gasp and almost scream.Â
âNo, donât-âÂ
âBoss.â Though it was barely audible, he sounded exasperated. âPlease tell me youâre not with a girl.âÂ
As Seungkwan put the call on speaker, the boys looked at you, signaling you to talk. Looking lost, you stuttered. âI uhâŠyes, heâs with me.âÂ
âOf course he is.â His voice boomed in the room. âI need to talk to him.âÂ
You hesitated, looking at Jeonghan still sitting slumped. âIâm afraid he canât come to the phone right now.âÂ
âAnd why not?âÂ
âCause heâs tied up?â You shook your head fast, when your friends looked at you wide eyed - now was not the time for truths??? âI mean heâs tied up with some work-âÂ
âOh please, thereâs no need to cover up.â The man sounded amused. âI always had a feeling that this was one of his kinks.âÂ
You looked at the screen mortified. Did he just say kinks? âIâm sorry what???âÂ
âNo, Iâm sorry youâre stuck with that sadist of a man. If youâre free after youâre done with him, I assure you, I could show you a much better time.âÂ
Gasping inaudibly, you felt the heat in your cheeks rising. âIâm not aâŠ. no, god no. Heâs tied up as in, unconscious and tied up. Kidnapped, unconscious and tied up.âÂ
The boysâ jaws dropped in disbelief. What the hell were you blabbering?Â
âDid you just say you kidnapped him?âÂ
Hands shivering you tried to shove the phone into someone else's hands, only for all of them to quite literally run away.Â
âWoman, Iâm asking you something. Did you just say you kidnapped Jeonghan? The Yoon Jeonghan?â He paused, as you moved, standing in front of the man in question, watching him carefully. âDo you even know who he is?âÂ
âIâŠ.yes.â You sighed, sweat rolling down your forehead. âYes I know who he is and look, it's a long story that I canât explain right now and Iâm sorry you had to find out this way but Iâm calling the cops and handing him over tonight.â
âYou called me to tell me that you were handing him to the cops?âÂ
âActually you called-â Â
âAnd for what? That measly twenty k?â He scoffed. âI know what youâre doing here - Iâll give you thirty in exchange for him.âÂ
And suddenly, all the boys were around the phone.Â
âNo thank you.â You shook your head. âThis isnât about the money, itâs about doing the right thing and that is to hand him over-âÂ
âWow youâre really playing that card?â He sighed. âFine, Iâll give you fifty.âÂ
At this point, Seungkwan lunged for his phone, narrowly missing it as you swiftly moved your hand away, surprised.Â
âSeventy five?âÂ
Seokmin tried to reach for it too, but you were too quick for him too, moving away, looking at them incredulously. What the hell were they doing now?Â
âFinal offer, a hundred thousand or I have other ways-âÂ
âDone.â Soonyoung, the nimblest of them all, quickly grabbed the phone from your hands talking into it. âHundred thousand and heâs yours.âÂ
âKwon-âÂ
Seokmin covered your mouth, holding you back. âWe want it in cash.âÂ
âThat might be an issue-â The man on the phone let out a tired breath. â-things are tight now, cash will be hard.âÂ
âItâs cash or he goes to the cops.â Seokmin continued, still holding you back with his strong arms, rendering your struggles pointless.
The line went quiet on the other side. The boys look at each other, worried.Â
âFine.â He finally agreed as they sighed in relief. âBut Iâll need about ten days to arrange for it.âÂ
âWe are in no hurry.â Seungkwan added. âWhenever you send the cash, weâll send him.âÂ
âAnd till then?âÂ
âTill then, heâll be here, with us.â Soonyoung confirmed, earning a protest from you that drowned out.Â
âI hope you remember that the cops are actively looking for him-âÂ
âWe do. Which is why you need to make sure the money reaches us by the tenth day.â Seungkwan pointed out. âOtherwise you know where heâs going.âÂ
âNo donâtâŠ.â The man sighed. âThereâs no need to make such hasty decisions, youâll get your money.âÂ
âGood, keep in touch on this number and let us know when you have the cash ready andâŠ.that's all, okay bye.âÂ
Seungkwan spoke quickly before he cut the call and all the boys looked at each other amazed. When Seokmin finally released you, he shrieked as you landed a few harmless punches on him, hard and fast.
âAre you insane???â You looked around. âAre all of you insane?âÂ
âHon,â Soonyoung held you by the shoulders, shaking them. âItâs a hundred thousand dollars-âÂ
âI thought it was not about the money.â You narrowed your eyes at him. âI thought you wanted to be a responsible citizen-âÂ
âOh please itâs always about the money.â Seokmin walked over and fell back onto the couch. âA hundred thousand dollars, wow, Iâve never even heard of so much money in my life.â
âCanât believe Iâm going to be a millionaire.â Soonyoung joined him on, earning an eye roll from you.Â
âHow exactly?â You crossed your arms. âItâs twenty five thousand dollars a person.âÂ
âSo you are agreeing to be a part of it!â Seungkwan clapped happily, ignoring your words of protest. âWeâre all going to be so rich.âÂ
âTwenty five thousand dollars isnât exactly a fortune-âÂ
âIt might not be for you, but not all of us have dropped out of college and are running our own freelance business from the comfort of our grandmotherâs apartment.â Seokmin pointed out. âWe could really use the money.âÂ
âThatâs fair but-âÂ
âNo âbutsâ now.â Seungkwan raised his hand to stop you. âCome on Y/n, do this for us? All we ask is for ten days. Donât you remember when you moved to this locality, we were the only ones there for you? For 2 whole years weâve been with you through thick and thin-âÂ
Thud.
Seungkwan stuttered to a stop, turning around at the sound. The rest of you shifted around too to see what happened, heartbeat rapidly rising when you realized that Jeonghan was stirring awake..... and more importantly, the knot that âbelieve me I'm an expertâ Soonyoung had tied around his hands had come undone, the rope falling to the floor.Â
Wincing, Jeonghan opened his eyes slowly as all of you froze, watching the infamous mafia boss raise his head, blinking in the darkness.Â
You panicked, noticing that your one and only weapon here, your trusty torchlight, was far from you, right by his foot. Wondering if it was dark enough, considering the room was only lit by the soft and minimal glow of the streetlights pouring in, you slowly inched towards Jeonghan who still seemed like he hadn't fully come around. Just as you reached him, bending to pick up the torch, Seungkwan, who was inching back to press himself against the wall and somehow blend into it, pressed against the switches, the lights instantly turning on, illuminating the whole room.Â
Jeonghan slowly looked up, eyes meeting yours, lips parting softly.Â
You opened your mouth to scream or say something, you canât remember what exactly, instead resorting to just staring at the way his hair beautifully framed his face, long eyelashes touching the curve of his cheeks as he blinked. As you continued to remain frozen, his eyes ran over the features of your face, before his lips curled into a small smile.
âI love you.âÂ
You snapped out of your trance in a second, jaw dropping.Â
âGod I really love you.â He repeated, as you quickly grabbed the torch and moved back hurriedly and Seokmin, clearly your most sensible friend, quickly got up, putting himself between you and Jeonghan.
âWhat did he say?â Seokmin looked at you over his shoulder, mumbling.Â
âYouâreâŠ.â Seungkwan took a small, careful step. âYouâre not mad?âÂ
âMy head does hurt like a bitch.â Jeonghan cocked his head at you who was half hiding behind your biggest friend. âBut I would have been more mad if I was in jail compared to waking up inâŠ.â He looked around again. â.....whatever this is.âÂ
âMy house.â You muttered, gripping the torch as Soonyoung slowly and silently walked around, kicking the rope under the sofa, before he joined you, looking casual as ever.
âYes, jail would be bad.â He agreed. âBut here, youâre totally safe, no stress at all.âÂ
âAnd why exactly?â Jeonghan frowned, eyes flickering over all of you. âObviously you know who I am. Why arenât you handing me to the cops?âÂ
âThat's umâŠbecauseâŠ.â Seungkwan mumbled, putting his arm around your shoulder, with a firm nod. âBecause of her uncle.âÂ
You blinked at him.Â
You had no uncle.Â
âM-mine?âÂ
âYes, her uncle wasâŠ.unfairly arrested by the cops last year, they sort of put him away for good so uhâŠ.helping you is, in a way, our revenge against this foul legal system.âÂ
Jeonghan didnât look even a little convinced. Maybe just a little when he looked at you with an eyebrow raised in question and you hesitatingly nodded.Â
âOkay, yâall are clearly a weird bunch but I'm not going to question it since whatever this is, it's helping me out.â He got up, wincing as he held his head. âand now I'll get going-âÂ
âNo!â All three boys screamed, taking both Jeonghan and you aback, ears almost ringing.Â
âWe meanâŠâ Seungkwan started at a much softer tone. âYou canât go out right now, itâs not safe for you.âÂ
âI am aware,â Jeonghan patted his pockets as though he was searching for something. âI need to call my people and find them in the city again. Once they arrange a way for me to permanently leave the country, I'll be safe, finally-âÂ
âYou are safe here too.â Soonyoung quipped. âThereâs no place better than this neighbourhood - itâs quiet, almost thirty miles from the city, filled with senior citizens who are absolutely cut off from the world - they probably donât even know who you are.âÂ
âMost importantly,â Seokmin added. âBecause this place is so dull, cops donât even come here, hell the closest police station is over twenty five miles away.âÂ
âHuhâ Jeonghan looked thoughtful, continuing to slide his hands into all his pockets one by one, mumbling. âI can't find my phone-âÂ
âIt probably fell when you were running around-.â Seungkwan gripped the bulge in his back pocket where Jeonghanâs phone was tucked away. â-now that you can't contact yourâŠgang? it'll be dangerous for you to go unguided.â
âExactly.â Soonyoung stepped up. âSay you give it some time, maybe 10 ten days or so for things in the city to cool off a little and then you can go, find your people and leave the country?âÂ
Jeonghan started at the floor as though he was mulling over it, each passing second feeling like almost an hour.
Finally he looked up, slowly nodding, much to everyone's relief. âI guess I could?â He held the bump on his head again, wincing in pain. âFirst I'm gonna need a shower and a meal.â He looked at you, lips curling into a small smile. âIs knocking people out your only talent or can you whip up a ramyeon too?â
Tearing your eyes away from his intense gaze you mumbled that you could, earning a two finger salute from him before he disappeared behind the door of the bathroom.Â
As all of four of you collectively let out a sigh of relief, Seungkwan shoved Jeonghanâs phone into your hands.Â
âKeep this safe and keep him safe.â He looked around at everyone. âWe need to continue making him feel as though living here for 10 days is good for him, not us.â
âAgreed.â Seokmin hummed. âHe cannot, at any cost, know heâs being held for ransom. God knows what he might do then.âÂ
âI still canât believe it though.â Soonyoung let out a low whistle, looking around almost proud. âI canât believe we accidentally kidnapped a mafia boss.â
âSmells fucking good.âÂ
You bit back a gasp hearing Jeonghanâs voice from behind you, right at the shell of your ear as you stood behind the stove, stirring his meal. Gulping you turned, regretting it immediately when you found yourself inches away from him yet again but this time, he was standing in just his towel, blonde wet hair falling into his eyes, rivets of water running down his smooth abdomen. As your eyes found their way back up again, Jeonghan smirked at you.Â
âStrange.â He cocked his head at you. âOn one hand you seem so meek and quiet, yet no one has ever really looked at me the way you do.âÂ
Please donât say things like that.Â
Feeling unnaturally hot, perhaps because you were sandwiched between a boiling pot of noodles and a man this attractive, you turned away, turning off the gas, wiping the sweat running down your neck.Â
Jeonghan chuckled. âI need something to wear. Think you got anything?âÂ
You nodded, setting the pot down, before moving away from him (thank god) and walking into your office room. Jeonghan followed at a distance, shaking off the water in his hair, looking around confused as he stepped in.Â
âArenât you a bit too old to play dress up?â He pointed at the mannequin in the corner donning a pretty maroon half finished dress.Â
âThatâsâŠ. My work.â You confessed, going through a stack of clothes in the drawers on the far end.Â
âYou made that?âÂ
You nodded softly. âYeah Iâm sort of a freelance fashion designer.âÂ
âFor who, the dead?â He frowned. âWho even wears clothes like these anymore?âÂ
Trying not to get too offended, you pulled out the pair of pajamas you were looking for and turned to him. âItâs for the main lead of the new Macbeth play. I, uh, custom make clothes for theater productions and stage plays.âÂ
âAh.â He nodded looking around at the large table filled with all kinds of measuring tapes and scissors and big shelves stacked with materials of all kinds, two sewing machines lined up against the wall. âInteresting.âÂ
You're not really sure what he found so fascinating but you cleared your throat, trying to change the topic.Â
âI only have this that might fit you.â Walking over, you handed him a neatly folded purple checkered pajama set. âI made it for myâŠ. for someone a few years back but he didnât like the colour so it's brand new.âÂ
âI love purple.â Jeonghan grinned, taking it from you, immediately slipping on the shirt. âBy someone else, do you mean one of the boys?â
You shook your head. âNo, I never make clothes for them, my style is a bit tooâŠ. um old fashioned?âÂ
âYou continue to surprise me.â He looked at you thoughtfully. âOld fashioned with clothes but open minded enough to live with three men.â
You blinked stupidly. âI don't live with three men.â
âOh they donât live here?â Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. âYou four aren't a thing?âÂ
 âFour? As in all four of us??.âŠ.â You looked at him wide eyed and scandalized. âOf course not! How could you even think that, w-what does that even mean-âÂ
âOkay relax princess.â Jeonghan took a step back, raising his hands. âEven if you were, itâs cool. I donât judge.âÂ
Definitely not relaxing, you looked everywhere but at him, heat continuing to rise uncomfortably in your body.Â
Jeonghan looked at you amused, biting his lip. âBut I will judge if you continue to stand here and watch me wear the pants.âÂ
Shaking your head and apologising, you practically ran out of there, heart racing in your chest as you leaned against the kitchen counter, hands gripping the edge. The kind of things he said, the way he lookedâŠ.Please please please stop it.Â
Trying your best to push him out of your mind, you got back to the stove, grabbing the pot and placing it on the table. You stared at it for a bit before sighing and pulling out a few of your momâs sides from the fridge, adding it to his meal. As you poured out a glass of juice, Jeonghan walked up, rubbing his hands, pulling the chair and sitting down.Â
âYou put sides and all? Sweet.âÂ
He grabbed the pair of chopsticks and took a large bite, humming in relief. You knew it was burning hot, but he was probably way too hungry to care because the speed made it look like he was inhaling it.Â
âSit.â He looked up mid bite. âI donât like eating alone.âÂ
Although you didn't wish to be in his presence for long, you sat down, unable to say no. The entire time, Jeonghan ate quietly, tasting all the sides, drinking the juice in between, loudly smacking his lips after every bite. After devouring it all in less than five minutes, he raised the bowl to his mouth, downing all the soup, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. âThat was so delicious princess, I almost wanna stay here all my life.â He got up, stretching as he did. âBut unfortunately 10 days is all we have.âÂ
Silently, you half nodded, gathering all the dishes he had left on the table, taking them to the sink. Jeonghan watched you, please stop looking at me, and when you returned to wipe the table, he leaned in, for the third time tonight, putting his face incredibly close to yours. âYouâre a tough nut to crack, but I think Iâll have you all figured out in ten days.â As you tried to move further back, unable to breathe in the proximity, he moved closer, smirking. âGoodnight princess.âÂ
And with that he walked off, turning into your bedroom, closing the door behind him.Â
You simply stared, rapidly blinking, heart refusing to calm down, chest heaving as you struggled to breathe.
And this was just day zero of ten.Â
Day 1 of 10Â
âYoon Jeonghan has to go.âÂ
Soonyoung, Seungkwan and Seokmin looked up from their dinner as you slammed the restaurant door open. Immediately panicked and looking around, they pulled you to their table, shushing you with hushed voices.Â
âWhat is wrong with you-â Seungkwan hissed as Seokmin went over to the only other people in the shop, the two old ladies sitting in the corner, trying to distract them with some free tea. â-you canât go around screaming his name.âÂ
âYou donât understand.â Leaning back into the chair, you sighed. âI cannot be around him, I canât handle itâŠ.âÂ
âWhat did he even do?â Soonyoung looked at you curiously and Seokmin returned, settling in his chair.Â
And then you began to spill the details of all the events, starting from the moment he took over your bedroom last night.Â
Yes you lived in a decently sized two bedroom house but with one room converted into your workspace and the other occupied by Jeonghan, you had no choice but to take the extremely uncomfortable couch in the living room. Of course you were already drifting in and out of sleep because of all the pain in your back and like that was not enoughâŠâŠ
As though on cue, the lady who lived in the apartment above yours walked in, her pleasant expression turning almost disgusted as her eyes fell on you and you knew precisely why - because of all the obnoxiously loud moaning last night.Â
Seokmin watched the two of you, eyes narrowing. âWhy is she looking at you like that?âÂ
Voice shaking, you told them.Â
âWait wait wait.â Seungkwan interjected, jaw dropping. âYouâre telling me he didnât just sleep in your room but alsoâŠ. also brought home a woman?âÂ
You nodded. For a hot second, last night you thought you were dreaming or imagining those sounds. As you focused, listening harder you realised they were the moans of an actual woman, coming straight from your bedroom, followed by Jeonghanâs soft grunts. And lord, the things he was saying??
Are you even trying? Is that the best you can do?
Oh, you feel good? Where are your manners then? Be a good girl and thank me.Â
Youâll do anything, wonât you? This is all youâre good for - a set of wet and wanting holes.Â
âSo you think he brought home a whore-â You winced at the word, making Seokmin immediately change his statement. â-a person, a professional, and had a love making session in your room? On your bed?âÂ
âI donât think it, I know it.â You groaned. âAnd that was no love making, it was loud and-â You gulped, pressing your legs together, trying to ignore the feeling between them. â-and just disturbing.âÂ
âI understand itâs hard for you,â Seungkwan started. âBut if itâs just that one thing-â
âOh no no itâs not just that one thing.â You sat up, ready with a whole mentally prepared list. âThat's what I slept to, guess what I woke up to? A delivery man with nearly 30 packages of all sorts of things he ordered online for his âeaseâ because he âcanât live without themâ and you might wonder what the issue with that is? It is the fact that he had me pay for it and it wasnât five or ten dollars, I paid seven thousand dollars in the morning-â All the boys' jaws dropped. â-thatâs right I paid seven thousand for his things which he, by the way, made me sit and open because his âhead hurts too muchâ.â
âOkay, we get it-â
âAnd he keeps wearing all my clothes! Not mine, I mean the ones I make-â You corrected when the boys looked at you weirdly. âThis morning he wore the pure white cashmere sweater I spent hours making for the evil queen in Snow white. Now it sits in my house decorated with polka dots of ramyeon soup.â
âOh-âÂ
âAnd he never cleans up after himself! He expects me to cook, sits and eats and then just leaves when heâs done?! He drops crumbs everywhere, he doesn't put things back in their place, I'm-â
âBreathe hon breathe,â Soonyoung rubbed your back. âHe's inconvenient and it sucks, we get it butâŠ.but itâs only been a day?â He looked around, pausing as the lady above your house collected her food and walked past, face turned away from you. âWhat about the rest of the time? Did he bother you in any way?âÂ
âNot really.â You sigh. âHe pretty much minds his own business. He was either sleeping or watching tv the rest of the timeâŠand also going through all my fashion magazines, with potato chip dust on his fingers by the way-âÂ
âAlright, alright, we get it, heâs a pain.â Seungkwan looked at you a little pleadingly. âBut you do know, given our current situation, we donât have a choice but to house him for another 9 days.â
âKwan, Itâs still not too late to hand him over to the cops-âÂ
âPlease.â Seungkwan pleaded, hands joined, ready to fall to his knees if needed. âWeâll give you a higher share of the ransom if you want-âÂ
âYou think money is the issue?âÂ
âOf course itâs not, heâs an idiot to suggest that.â Seokmin interrupted. âItâs not about the money Y/n, justâŠ. do it for us? Think about how you could reform the three of our lives. We could go from busting our asses waiting tables here to maybe owning our own little shop. Donât you want that for us?âÂ
You stared at Seokminâs puppy face then at Soonyoungâs big eyes then atâŠ..whatever cute expression Seungkwan was trying and failing to make. If you could help improve the lives of the friends who were closest to you, maybe you can hang in there for a few days?Â
You could not. You most definitely could not. And you realised that the moment you excitedly stepped into your house again with a generous amount of packed late night snacks.Â
Clothes - Jeonghanâs and a womanâs - were strewn all over the house, right from the main door to the bedroom as though they couldnât wait for even the five seconds it took to walk the minimal distance. As you heard a guttural moan, you shut your ears, preparing for yet another night of suffocating yourself under your pillow.Â
Day 2 of 10Â
âI got you some DakGalBi.â Soonyoung raised the familiar black bag of the bbq shop before him as you sighed.Â
âI made the same thing for lunch.âÂ
âYou did?â He looked surprised. âI thought you didnât know how to.âÂ
âI don't, I watched a few videos; followed a cookbook.â You mumbled. âJeonghan said he wanted to eat.âÂ
âIs he still bothering you?â Soonyoung asked concerned, eyes running over your tired features. By bothering if he meant taking over every aspect of your life and not giving you the freedom to breathe peacefully in your own house, then yes, Yoon Jeonghan was absolutely bothering you. Did you tell Soonyoung that though? No, because 1, just yesterday, you had told your friends that you would âhang in thereâ and 2, you most definitely couldnât hang in there and were already secretly planning ways to oust Jeonghan from your house.Â
The journey to making this decision started the moment you woke up. It was yet again to the sound of knocking except, it wasnât on your door, it was coming from your home office. Wondering what in the world Jeonghan was doing there, you quickly kicked off the covers and jumped to your feet, walking over. At first glance, you didnât spot him inside and then your eyes found a complete stranger drumming her fingers on your sewing machine. You stood frozen, fully taken aback as she looked at you, your favorite coffee mug in her hand as she sipped out of it.Â
âThis dress could use a deeper neck.â She pointed at the one on the mannequin and then at herself. âLike this.âÂ
You refused to look at her plunging neckline out of which all herâŠ.assets were spilling out. God knows why you couldnât refuse to take her opinion on your work or tell her to get the hell out of your house. Instead, you just continued to stand frozen until you felt Jeonghanâs presence behind you.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â He sounded like he just woke up, voice just a little deep and husky.Â
âI was curious what was in here-âÂ
âI mean what are you still doing here?â He walked up, putting himself between the two of you. âYou were supposed to leave after you were done.âÂ
âIt was raining outside, I couldnât go.â She muttered, looking at him hopefully. âBesides I wanted to see you in the morning before I go-âÂ
âI donât.â He cut her off, pointing over his shoulder. âGet going.âÂ
âBut-âÂ
âGo.â He repeated, more firmly this time.Â
Looking mad, she slammed the coffee mug on the table and grabbed her bag from the floor. As she walked up to Jeonghan and tried to plant a kiss on his cheek, he turned his face away, âDonât cross the line. Get out.âÂ
Huffing she left, the sound of the front door closing resounding behind her. Jeonghan turned to you, rolling his eyes, looking at you like youâll understand. âThe audacity when she canât even deepthroat without gagging.âÂ
You didnât understand. You didnât want to understand. You just wanted him to stop saying these kind of things. Please please please shut up.Â
When he walked away, yawning and stretching, you grabbed the coffee mug, nearly crying at the sight of a neat brown ring of coffee imprinted on the paper.Â
Oh yeah, Yoon Jeonghan had to go.Â
Now you would have told all this to the boys but you knew they would tell you to âadjust for a few daysâ and as always, you'd give in, regardless of the fact that you wanted this manâs entire existence obliterated from your life. So you decided to handle things differently now - you would get Jeonghan out of your house without the boys realising you had a hand in it - that way you'd be free and they couldn't blame you. You werenât quite sure how to go about this plan but that was until you went to the grocery store in the afternoon to buy some ingredients for lunch.Â
The biggest drawback of this suburb was that there was barely anyone below the age of twenty who could help you out with your predicament except for the cashier's grandson, Minguk. Minguk lived in the city, but over the weekends, he came to help his grandmother, greeting you every time you crossed paths. You werenât really close friends but he was always nice to you, helping you reach things from the higher shelves, offering to carry heavier items to your house. If anyone here could recognise Jeonghan and help you out, it had to be him.Â
Thatâs why when you went to the shop, you told the old lady you needed a big bag of rice, twenty five kgs of it for some big rice starch cloth experiment, asking if Minguk could drop by later and bring it to your house. She agreed happily, stating she would get him to do it the moment he came in the evening and you left, waiting for said evening and said moment to arrive.Â
Your prediction for the events that would follow today went somewhat like this - Minguk would come home, notice and recognise Jeonghan, ask you to get behind him while they fought and Minguk would knock down Jeonghanâs skinny ass stick figure, then make sure to hand Jeonghan to the police while you sadly told BooSeokSoon it was unfortunate that things unfolded this way.Â
Now for this whole plan to be successful, you needed Soonyoung to get out of the house as soon as possible because Minguk could come any moment now. Hence you resorted to answering all of the formerâs questions with short, simple replies, hoping this conversation would end fast.
âNo heâs not still bothering me.â âYou sure? You-â âAbsolutely.â âAgain, weâre sorry that this-â âNo worries.â Soonyoung frowned, confused at your curt answers. âWhere is he now?â âBathroom, showering I think.â âWhat did he do before lunch?â âWaited for lunch.â âWhat did he do after lunch?â âNothing.â You shrugged. âClaimed he was bored, sat in my home office and watched me sketching for hours together.â âHe wasâŠ. just watching you?â âNot the whole time, he fell asleep in betweenâŠâ
You recalled how hearing his soft snores, you looked up from your work, eyes falling on him leaning back against the bean bag, drifted off in a pleasant slumber. As you glanced at him, noticing just how sharp his jaw was and how high his cheekbones sat, his lips curled into a small smile. Youâre giving me that look again, princess. After that, you didnât take your eyes off your work even once.Â
âI think he fell asleep?âÂ
âDid you get any sleep?â Soonyoung looked over your shoulder at your bedding still on the couch. âDid he⊠you know, bring someone last night too?âÂ
You nodded, but brushed it off immediately. âItâs fine, itâs nothing I canât handle. I promised you guys 10 days, Iâll deliver.âÂ
Soonyoung looked relieved, before he glanced at his watch, face morphing in worry. âItâs nearly peak hour, I gotta go back to the restaurant.âÂ
You agreed to him, assuring him you were fine when he asked you again, waving goodbye as you shut the door behind him.Â
Minguk would be here any minute now, and if all went well, youâd finally be free again.Â
Day 3 of 10Â
All did not go well.Â
In complete contrast to what you had imagined, here you were, yet again cooking lunch for Jeonghan, still absolutely sleep deprived and there he was, lying sprawled on your couch, going through your books, just like yesterday. Only difference was, Seokmin was on call, the sound of him chewing his apple ringing in your ears.Â
As you moved around to make Kalguksu, Jeonghanâs order of the day, Seokmin spoke into your ear. âSo you're saying he's not too bad to live with?âÂ
Bad? Bad was an understatement. Living with Yoon Jeonghan was the absolute worst. Just this morning, when you had stepped out to check your mailbox, your neighbour coincidentally returned from her morning walk, greeting you with a hard smile, asking why you looked so tired. You told her you had a lot of orders to work on, claiming you had to stay up all night to finish it and to that she said, âYes, I think everyone in this building can tell what exactly you are doing staying up all night.âÂ
Never in your life before that statement did you want to be swallowed by concrete. You knew last night mustâve been particularly more noticeable because the women so far were moaners but this oneâŠ.. Oh she was a screamer; so loud not even your pillow could save you. Thank god she was gone by the morning but so was a very treasured dress of yours, one you gifted by your mother. When Jeonghan woke up, he mumbled something about how her clothes tore, and she grabbed something from your cupboard before he went off to take a shower.Â
âYes, heâs not too bad.â You replied, glad Seokmin couldn't see your sarcastic expression.Â
âI had a feeling he was a chill guy from the first time we saw him-â Seokmin continued to loudly chew on call. â-he seems kinda calm and knowledgeable?â
Yes, if only Seokmin heard all the 'instructions' Jeonghan loved to give his lady friends at night, he would know just how knowledgeable this man was. Although he did say something that you were thinking about for a while nowâŠ
âMin.â You slid onto the kitchen counter. âDo you think Minguk has a crush on me?âÂ
âMinguk as in supermart grannyâs grandson Minguk?â Seokmin chuckled. âYeah, obviously, a mega huge one.âÂ
âWhat?â You looked at your phone betrayed. âHow could you not tell me?âÂ
âI assumed you knew and didnât care?â Seokmin sounded nonchalant. âSince you know, he already has a girlfriend?âÂ
Thatâs what you had said too, last night when Minguk came over and all did not go well.Â
Initially, it was going according to plan though. A few moments after Soonyoung left, Minguk arrived at your door, carrying a huge sack of rice, half panting as he smiled at you. Given that Jeonghan was still in the bathroom, you engaged him in casual conversation, hoping the man who usually showered in under 5 minutes, would finally come out after the two hours he had been holed up in there. Just as you were running out of stupid questions to ask, Minguk looked over your shoulder, forehead slowly pulling together in a frown as you heard footsteps behind you. Finally finally finally, please help me-
âWho is that?â He pointed, looking confused. Did he not recogniseâŠ.?Â
You turned, as Jeonghan approached you, your eyes widening as they landed on him - he had dyed his golden blonde hair into a dark jet black, the length of it also a lot shorter now, the pieces framing his face pushed back in a way even you could barely recognise him. You continued staring as he walked over, throwing his arm around your shoulder, glancing at Minguk.
âAnd who is this?âÂ
Tearing your eyes away from him, you looked at Minguk, almost at a loss of words, âT-this is Minguk, he works um in the supermarket nearby, heâs my friend and this is uhâŠ.â You gulped, the weight of Jeonghanâs hand heavy on your shoulder. âThis is-âÂ
âCome on, donât be shy.â Jeonghan laughed. âHiâŠ.friend? Iâm the boyfriend.âÂ
âOh.â Minguk looked at you just as surprised as you looked at him. âI didnât knowâŠâÂ
Neither did you.
âYeah weâve been doing long distance for a while now, I just got back recently.â Jeonghan answered like it was a matter of fact when a few days back, you didn't even know of his existence.Â
After that Minguk, who always said bye to you with a cheery wave, mumbled that he had to go and left, without sparing you a second glance.
âWhat an idiot.â Jeonghan chuckled as he let you go, walking into the house. âMen who donât have the guts to be honest with the woman they like are not worth anyoneâs time.âÂ
âIâm sorry what?â You frowned, closing the door and following him. âThe woman they like?âÂ
Jeonghan looked at you incredulously. âYou didnât know? He was literally making heart eyes, his drool is probably outside on the floor-âÂ
âHe has a girlfriend.âÂ
âSo?â He shrugged.Â
âSo he canât possibly like me??âÂ
Jeonghan looked at you amused. âYouâre dense as hell princess, thereâs so much I could teach you.â and with that he walked away leaving you baffled, which was not how you expected events to turn out yesterday.Â
As Seokmin went on and on about how Minguk wasnât being fair to his girlfriend, you zoned out, mind wandering on something else entirely. You needed a new, revised plan, one that was guaranteed to get Jeonghan out of your life and this time, you swore you wouldnât fail.
Day 4 of 10Â
Plan B failed just as miserably as plan A.Â
You had promised yourself to get Jeonghan out of your life, but all you managed to do was get him out of the house.Â
That was part of the plan though, him stepping out was vital but somehow, as though luck loved him and despised you, things worked out in his favour yet again.Â
Plan B was a long and elaborate one, one that you worked on really hard, starting from last night.Â
Last night, you got into your couch tired as hell, but determined not to sleep, eyes wide open in the darkness. Around 1am, you heard the sound of feet shuffling as Jeonghanâs silhouette walked past you, opening the door, letting yet another girl into your house. As the two of them moved towards your room, bodies and tongues tangled, shutting the bedroom door behind them, you immediately got up, rushing to your office room. Looking up the posters of Jeonghan on the internet, you quickly printed out a bunch of them, silently donned your jacket and a mask and left your house in the dead of the night. It took you nearly 3 hours but by the end of it you had put up those posters along all the streets of the suburb and had barely just returned and got under the covers when the bedroom door opened and Jeonghanâs companion of the night left your house. Confident that by daybreak, everyone in the neighborhood would know Jeonghanâs face and there would at least be someone smarter than Minguk who could look past the changed hair colour, you slept happily, after a long time.Â
But you were rudely awakened by the sound of Jeonghanâs voice, whispering right by your ear.Â
âBe honest. You donât actually want me to leave do you?âÂ
Your eyes flew open only to find his face hovering above yours, inches away. You held your breath as his hand rested on your waist, fingers tracing over the sliver of skin exposed by your shirt having ridden up.Â
âYouâre scared of what I do to you.â He smirked, lips teasingly close to yours. âBut I could do so many wonderful things to you princess.âÂ
You gasped as you felt his fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear, inching closer and closer to the desperate hot and wet feeling between your legs. You couldnât bring yourself to stop himâŠ. You didnât want to. As he slipped a finger in, groaning about how tight you were, your eyes flew open, meeting the cracks on the ceiling above.Â
Petrified, you sat up, forehead and neck drenched in sweat as though every nerve ending was on fire. Did you just have a wet dream about Yoon Jeonghan??Â
Oh he had to leave. He had to leave as soon as possible. This plan had to work.Â
And you really thought it would when you were going to buy lunch (today he wanted clam chowder which was way beyond your expertise) and he insisted on following you to get it since he was getting bored at home. You thought the entire universe had finally channelised its energy into helping you get rid of him.Â
You could not have been more wrong.Â
Turned out that in the few hours you had spent happily sleeping, it rained cats and dogs, obliterating nearly every single piece of paper you had put up. Hours of your hard work was quite literally washed down the drain while Jeonghan happily walked out in the open right alongside dozens of people who had no idea who he was. On the contrary, they had a wilder assumption regarding who he might be - apparently your boyfriend.Â
The moment youâd stepped into the restaurant, all the old women who were your grandmotherâs friends and loved to strike conversation with you, absolutely ignored your existence as they caught hold of âyour boyfriendâ, insisting that the two of you eat with them. You sat across Jeonghan, watching him talking and giggling with all the old ladies as they threw all sorts of questions at him. He answered, stuffing his mouth with food, spinning the most wonderful stories of your relationship, stories that made you almost wish they were true.
After he bid them all goodbye, which was nearly two hours later, he declared he wanted to play football in the big ground where all the ladies had mentioned their visiting grandkids were playing. You took him there, sitting on the sidelines and watching this man twice their height, tackling all the little kids effortlessly, laughing - not sadistically, just happily, enjoying himself. At that moment somehow, he felt so ordinary, like any other normal person, like he could really have been your boyfriend, like this was really your life. You abandoned that thought the moment Jeonghan pulled you from the bench into the field, demanding that you play. Though you despised the idea of running around in half muddy fields, as always, you found yourself unable to say no to him, joining him and the kids in a game that was a lot more fun than you had anticipated. That was until it started pouring rain again, forcing all of you to run back to your homes, drenched from head to toe by the time you reached. The laughter in your chest fizzled out at the sight of Jeonghan shaking the wet droplets of his hair, his wet shirt sticking to his body, the outline of it unnecessarily obvious.Â
But I could do so many wonderful things to you princess.
Gulping, you left to dry yourself, heart racing behind its cage, not wanting to think of the dream. The rest of the evening you refused to so much as look at him, focusing on only on the one thing you were supposed to - Plan C.
Day 5 of 10
Plan C was short and simple and it was supposed to work like a charm.Â
To be honest, a part of you always had a feeling plan A and B wouldnât work because BooSeokSoon were right - expecting anyone in this neighbourhood to know Jeonghan was stupid. So if nobody here recognised Jeonghan, you had to bring someone who recognised Jeonghan here. And thatâs exactly what you did because just as you were washing the breakfast dishes and Jeonghan was asking for your help with something, there was a loud knock on the door.Â
âPolice, open up.âÂ
Finally.Â
After you had gotten up in the morning, under the pretext of getting milk, you went over to the closest public phone, calling the one and only police station nearby, the one over twenty five miles away. Trying to keep the message as anonymous and vague as possible, you spoke about how it seemed like something was not right in unit 84, your own apartment. With the fear of being identified, you didn't tell them anything else but clearly your half information was taken seriously because barely half an hour later, they were here at your door. Before you could wash your soapy hands and walk over the door, Jeonghan was already there, opening it.
You held your breath, staying hidden in the kitchen, peeking from behind the wall as the two men looked at each other. The expectation was a dramatic, movie-like scene where both men confronted each other with fists, maybe even guns but the reality, much to your surprise, was the complete opposite - they were both just talking, having a conversation you could barely hear from your hiding place. Could the cop also not recognise Jeonghan?Â
The answer was no, he could not. It was Jeonghanâs luck playing itâs hand once again because the moment the cop shook Jeonghanâs hand and left and the latter turned you, you noticed how the entire lower half of his face was lathered in layers of shaving foam rendering half his face completely hidden. You vaguely recalled he was asking you for help to shave, wondering what were the odds that the cop would turn up at this exact moment. Jeonghanâs luck was indeed your biggest enemy.Â
Inwardly crying about the fact that not only did he just dodge your biggest weapon, but you still had to continue doing menial work for him, you followed him to the bathroom. As you prepared the razor, he sat on the edge of the bathtub, peering at you curiously in the mirror.Â
âWhy do you think the cop turned up at your house today?âÂ
Trying not to let your hands shake, you shrugged. âHow would I know?....What did he say?âÂ
âSomeone apparently called to complain about something strange going on in this house.âÂ
You met his eye in the reflection, thinking fast. âI mean it is a quiet neighbourhood and the people around are really old so, I guess, maybe someone complained about, you know, all the noise at nightâŠ.âÂ
âBut you donât use the sewing machine at night?â Jeonghan frowned like he didnât understand.Â
Clearing your throat, you turned to him. âNot me, it's youâŠand you know all theâŠ.â Making vague hand gestures you tried to explain your point. â....when the girls come andâŠâ
âSex?â Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, half laughing. âWhat are you, a prude? You canât say the word sex?âÂ
Shifting uneasily you looked away from him, mumbling. âI just don't think everything has to be saidâŠ.â
Jeonghan didn't say anything to that, continuing to look at you just a little amused as you stood between his manspread, holding his jaw and tilting his head up. When his eyes met yours, a strange something flashing behind them, every cell in your body feeling hyper-alert. Gulping you slowly ran the blades along his cheek, your own cheeks heating up under his gaze, one that never left your face.Â
When you did a half turn to grab a towel, feet stumbling in the process, Jeonghanâs hands flew to grab your hips, stabilizing you. He didn't let go even after you had found your footing. He didn't let go even after you finished the task at hand.Â
âI'm doneâŠâ You mumbled, taking a step back and his grip on you finally loosened. Just for a second though, before he suddenly held your hand and stood up, face inches away from yours, eyes still on you the same way.Â
âWhatâs your deal princess?âÂ
You gulped, looking away confused when he bent down, to your eye level, looking curious.
âYou can't even bring yourself to say âsexâ butâŠ.â He ran his thumb across your lower lip, rubbing away a speck of foam that somehow seemed to have gotten there. âThe way you look at me, there's something a lot darker behind those eyes. Which is the real you?âÂ
You had no idea.Â
You really really had no idea.
Which is the real you?
Staring at the ceiling you pondered over Jeonghanâs question.Â
Was it the you who was thoroughly scandalized by the things Jeonghan kept saying and doing? Or the you who was lying on the couch wide awake at nearly 1am, trying to pretend like you werenât listening to the same man absolutely ruin someone in your bed. You told yourself it wasnât that you liked it, you were simply curious. As for why you had kept your legs pressed together, you had no answer, you most definitely were not turned on, no.Â
But strangely the discomfort between your legs only got worse, like a dull, desperate ache. Hesitating, you slipped your hand under the waistband of your underwear, fingers slowly inching downward, terrified of what you would discover. Your digits slid easily, given the fact that you were soaked, eyes shutting tight in embarrassment. This was so wrong and so inappropriate on so many levelsâŠ.. quickly getting yourself together you rushed over to the bathroom, washing up, throwing cold water on your face to get you back into your senses. Getting it together and patting your face dry with your towel, you walked out, stepping into complete silence.Â
Frowning, you turned to the clock -Â usually, Jeonghan went on for hours together, giving you some peace of mind only around 3am in the morning - could they have been done already? Confused, you slowly moved towards the room door, pushing it softly, expecting to find Jeonghan fast asleep. Instead, youâre met with the sight of a woman on all fours, her head pressed into the mattress, muffling her sounds as Jeonghan railed her from behind, his hips snapping against hers at a ridiculous pace.Â
Now either you should have run away from there, or screamed and then run away from there but you did neither - instead you simply froze, eyes wide and unblinking, unable to move any part of your body. It became a whole lot worse when Jeonghan, whose face was contorted with focus, suddenly lifted his head, his vision finding you by the door. The only good thing that came from this was that somehow, you found your footing again, stumbling back, loudly shutting the door. Not knowing what else to do, you grabbed your jacket from the coat rack and quickly ran out of the house, ignoring the heavy pitter patter of the rain. Thank god the boys are still sitting at the restaurant, gathered around a table, laughing away. You walked in, ready to cry out of embarrassment and dissolve in your embarrassment.Â
âOkay, letâs calm down a little.â Seokmin reached for your glass, prying it out of your hands slowly, earning a glare from you.Â
âI need it. I need to drown in my sorrows.â You looked over your shoulder at the lady who was sitting at the table alone, hiccuping at her fourth bottle of beer. âLike her.âÂ
âWhatâs the deal with that woman?â Seungkwan muttered looking over. âSheâs been here for hours.âÂ
âSomething about her crush being kissed by his best friend.â Soonyoung shrugged. âApparently the other girl dared her to watch.âÂ
âOuch.â You grimaced, thoroughly impressed. âGod I wish I could be like that.âÂ
âYou are like that.â Seungkwan pointed at all the bottles of soju in front of you.Â
âNot her, the other one.â You clicked your tongue, not hearing the restaurant door opening behind you. âI wish I was daring like that. Gutsy enough to put people in their place, to say whatâs on my mind, to tell Yoon Jeonghan to stop fucking other people in my bed-âÂ
âWould you rather I fuck you?âÂ
You turned quickly, a chill running down your spine as you found Jeonghan right behind, bent over to whisper into your ear. All three boys before you looked with their jaws hung. Turning away from him, unable to meet his eyes, you mumbled something even you didnât understand.Â
Jeonghan smiled. âDoesnât sound like a no.âÂ
âI could barely recognise you.â Seokmin looked at the man before him in awe, glancing over his not so new hairdo. âBlack hair looks good on you.âÂ
âI know.â Jeonghan agreed like it was a matter of fact before turning to you again. âThe rain just stopped but looks like it might start again anytime soon, you should come home.âÂ
You shook your head slowly.
âIâm amazed you know how to refuse.â Jeonghan chuckled. âBut nowâs not the time to; come home.âÂ
âNo.â You stood up, facing him. âI donât want to go to your home.âÂ
âNot mine, yours.âÂ
âOh yeah.â You looked at him spacey as Jeonghan tried to stop himself from laughing. âThatâs my house. My room. My bed. What the hell are you doing there?âÂ
âA new woman everyday apparently.â Soonyoung muttered, purposely looking away from Jeonghan.Â
âWhat kind of person does that?â You poked his chest, slurring. âA-and the way you talk to them? Who says things like that?âÂ
âOkay, we can discuss this at home. Itâs 3am, get up-âÂ
âItâs 3???â Seungkwan quickly turned at the clock on the wall. âFuck, fuck, fuck we have to close up.âÂ
The boys quickly got to their feet, one gathering the trash, the other stacking the dishes and the other ushering the only other person in the store to leave. She got up, walking towards the entrance, wantonly tripping on her own feet and holding onto Jeonghan. Something in you wanted to smack her right across the head.Â
âHi,â She fluttered her eyelashes at him. âIâm Yuri.âÂ
âHi,â Jeonghan pulled his arm from her grip. âIâm not interested.â He turned to you, blatantly ignoring the other girlâs existence. âLetâs go.âÂ
You watched as the poor woman, looking close to tears, stormed out as you swayed and muttered. âI canât. I can barely stand, forget walking.âÂ
âGet on my back.â Jeonghan offered, making you laugh.Â
âHave you seen yourself?â You threw your jacket over your shoulders. âIf you carry me, youâll break. Like literally snap in half.âÂ
âHuh.â Jeonghan inched closer to you, tucking his hands in his pocket. âThereâs so much to teach you princess. Lesson number one, size does not matter.âÂ
Yet again, you found yourself burning under his gaze, words lost in your mouth which was opening and closing like a fish. Sighing, Jeonghan swooped down faster than you could register his movement, grabbing you by the knees, throwing you over his shoulder. Shrieking, you protested, trying to get him to put you down but he simply ignored you, walking away as your friends watched, thoroughly shocked.Â
Within minutes he had you in your house, putting you down in your bathroom, letting you sit on the edge of the bathtub as he grabbed your towel. Standing before you, he tilted your head up, softly rubbing the towel into your hair, drying it. You tried to avoid his eye, looking everywhere but him and that small amused smile on his face, only looking at him when he finally spoke.Â
âWhatâs your name?âÂ
You scoffed. âYou lived in my house for 5 days, ate my food, slept in my bed, and you donât know my name?âÂ
âI didnât think it was necessary.âÂ
âWhy is it necessary now?âÂ
He smiled. âIf you want me to fuck you, I need to know your name princess.âÂ
âGod.â You pulled away from him. âI didnât say I want you to⊠toâŠâÂ
âThere we go again.â He sighed. âThe celestial prude returns.âÂ
âIâm not a prude, donât call me that.â You pointed an accusatory finger at him. âIâll have you know I haveâŠ.â You cleared your throat, the volume of your voice considerably lowering. âI have slept with a man before. More than once. In fact, I have also slept with two men at the same time.âÂ
Jeonghan raised his eyebrow like he didnât believe it.Â
âOkay fine, one of them was just watchingâŠ...â You rolled your eyes. âBut there were two, my boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - and his friend-âÂ
âDid you agree to that?âÂ
Somehow Jeonghanâs voice was a lot harder now, catching you off guard.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âI asked you if you agreed for your boyfriendâs friend to watch?âÂ
âIâŠ.â You stuttered, looking around. âI didnât say no.âÂ
âPrincess, you never say no.â Jeonghan crouched before you, looking serious. âBut that doesnât mean it's a yes.âÂ
You stared at him unsure what to say. That was a night you never thought about again - you always thought it was maybe because you were embarrassed but perhapsâŠ..a part of you was trying to forget it ever happened.Â
âYou asked me who says the kind of things I do in bed, right? I say them because the women Iâm with want me to, they enjoy it. But what you just told me,â Jeonghan shook his head. âDid you want that?âÂ
âIâŠI donât know.â You confess. You didnât ever question yourself like Jeonghan was. âHe didnât ask and I didnât think I could say no-âÂ
âYou can always say no.â Jeonghan insisted, holding your hands. âIf you donât want something, you should say no. The same way, if you want something, you should ask for it, unashamed.âÂ
âThen I⊠I want you..âŠâ You whispered, unsure whether you should say it, not noticing the way Jeonghan's eyes darkened instantly. Taking a deep breath, you continued. âI want youâŠ. to stop sleeping in my bed. I want you to stop wearing the clothes I design. I want you to stop making me cook for you-â
âOkay wow weâre spiraling-â
âI want you to stop making me clean after you, to stop treating me like your personal assistant, I mean what kind of man doesnât know how to shave-âÂ
âThe kind whoâs always had people to do these things for him so he doesnât really know how to do anything.â He muttered, sighing. âIâm sorry, I didnât think of it too much, I shouldâve been more mindful of how I was beingâŠ. but now that you told me-â He got up. â-I wonât bother you, and on the off chance that I do, and you wish for me to leave, I will do so immediately, I promise.âÂ
You nodded slowly, both amazed that you managed to get all of that off your chest and that he took it all really well. He continued to look at you like you were both fascinating and funny.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou still havenât told me your name by the way.âÂ
Half laughing you did and he repeated it, your name rolling off his tongue in a way that made something in your stomach flip.Â
âIâm going to grab whatever clothes of yours I can find.â He walked up to the door, turning to you. âPlease change, youâll fall sick if you sleep in wet clothes.âÂ
With that he left, and that was the last thing you remembered.Â
Day 6 of 10Â
Today you woke up in the bathtub.Â
The twisted form that you slept in obviously resulted in stiff joints and pains all over but it was falling asleep in drenched clothes that caused the continuous sneezing that followed. Dragging yourself out of the bathroom, you slowly walked into your house, meeting a strange silence - Jeonghan wasnât anywhere to be seen. Feeling too weak to even wonder where he was, you dragged yourself to the couch, sinking into it, eyes fluttering shut. No more than five minutes later, you were awakened by the feeling of a cold hand on your forehead, making you jump at the suddenness. Jeonghan peered at you shaking his head.Â
âGreat, youâve got a fever.â He clicked his tongue. âI was gone for two minutes last night and you fell asleep in the tub.âÂ
âShouldâve woken me up.âÂ
âBelieve me, I tried but you wouldnât even budge and it wasnât like I could just carry you out of there.â He turned away muttering as you raised your eyebrows in faux surprise. âOkay, just carrying you once almost broke my back, so yeah, I admit it, Iâm weak.âÂ
You burst out laughing, doubling over into a coughing fit as Jeonghan handed you a bottle of water, smiling almost fondly.Â
âWhat do you want to eat for lunch?âÂ
âYouâre going to make lunch?âÂ
âDonât get used to it, only cause youâre sick.âÂ
You pondered, leaning back into the pillows. âSomething hot and with soup would be great actually.âÂ
âCan you shower and change out of those clothes in the meantime?âÂ
You whined, shaking your head, body drained of all its energy.Â
âCome on.â Jeonghan pulled you up from the couch, struggling as he did. âWash up.âÂ
Stumbling to the bathroom, you did, albeit much slower than usual but a hot shower made all the difference in the world. You didnât want to leave the warmth and maybe you wouldnât have if the landline wasnât constantly ringing. Groaning you wrapped a towel around you, dragging yourself to the phone, picking it up.Â
âWhere the hell is your phone?â Seungkwan scolded you from the other side. âWhy wonât you pick up?âÂ
âOn silent somewhere I guess.â You mumbled, looking around. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âJust wanted to check if you were okay-â
âIâm okay.âÂ
â-and also wanted to tell you that your dream shop? Itâs up for lease.âÂ
You immediately straightened out, tiredness suddenly vanishing. âYou mean the one down two streets? The one I've been waiting to get my hands on for months?âÂ
âYes and yes and the price theyâve quoted is actually manageable.â Seungkwan sounded excited. âIf us boys add a few thousand each to your 25K, I think you can actually afford it.âÂ
Your face softened. âYou⊠you guys would do that for me?âÂ
âOf course, youâre our best friend Y/n, thatâs the least we can do.â Twisting the cord of your phone, you glanced at it fondly. âBesides, you're the one who Jeonghan is living with, it's only fairâŠ.â
As though on cue, Jeonghan walked in, hands filled with bags, shooting you a surprised look. You looked back at him, both happy and conflicted. While you had been trying to get rid of Jeonghan behind your friendâs backs, they were so willing to go above and beyond for you. And the Jeonghan you so desperately were trying to paint as the big pain in your life, was here, offering to cook and look after you - did that mean you were the terrible one here?Â
As Seungkwan hung up citing he had to go, Jeonghan walked up to you, looking worried.Â
âAll good?âÂ
âYeah I justâŠ. My dream might come true and I donât know how to react.âÂ
"Dream come true?"He leaned closer, whispering into your ear. âI don't recall actually agreeing to fuck youâŠâ
He looked at your towel clad body up and down, making you gulp and quickly walk away, gripping the material tight, him laughing behind you.Â
When you returned in a fresh pair of pajamas to a Jeonghan who was busy bustling away in the kitchen, singing a song softly, he asked what dream you were talking about.Â
âThere's this space I've wanted to own for a long time now.â You sat down at the breakfast bar, head perched on interlocked hands. âIt's up for lease and I might have the money to finally own it.â
âCongratulations princess.â Jeonghan looked up from his busy stirring, shooting you a smile. âThat sounds great.âÂ
You nodded, continuing to feel all too happy. âI still can't believe it, I think I might pass out.âÂ
âYes you might after eating this too.â He looked at you frazzled, âI might have added too much spice.â
âIs it that badâŠ.â
You trailed away when he held out a blob of the marinade on his finger, hand extended towards you. Hesitating, you leaned closer, taking his finger in your mouth, lips wrapping around his digit and pulled off with a pop. Your eyes didn't leave him the whole time, neither did his. Â
Clearing your throat, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.
âIt's fine actually, I can take it.âÂ
Jeonghan didnât reply to that, simply turning back to his work silently. In the remaining 2 hours he spent cooking and flipping through the cookbook pages, he didnât talk or so much as look at you. Even when the two of you were eating and you complimented his food, he just gave a short nod. It was only when everything was done and he cleared the table that he finally spoke, telling you to rest for a bit. You told him you were behind a lot of projects and orders and had to work, and thatâs when he turned to you exasperated,Â
âYouâre sick, you can take a day off.âÂ
âThere's nothing else to do anyway.â You mumbled. âAnd I donât want to sleep again, I just woke up.âÂ
Jeonghan hummed, putting away the dishes before turning to you. âWanna build something?âÂ
You watched confused as he unpacked the remaining bags he brought home earlier, pulling out boxes of Legos.Â
âI wanna make a nice little space for Doljjong.âÂ
âWho?â You looked around, almost terrified. âPlease donât tell me you brought home a cat-âÂ
He pulled out a rock from his pocket, looking all too pleased. âDoljjong, my new pet.âÂ
âThatâs a rock.âÂ
âAnd?â He looked at it, stroking the soft surface. âI found it while playing football yesterday. Even the kids agreed it was perfect.âÂ
You burst out laughing at his silliness as he continued to insist how it was the perfect pet and how he had found the perfect Lego sets to build it the perfect small home.Â
Thatâs how most of the remaining day went - the two of you building Doljjongâs new residence. Actually, it was mostly Jeonghan at work, insisting that you were sick and slow and should just watch him. So thatâs what you did, leaning against the couch, sipping on the hot tea he made you, munching on the snacks he bought, watching him giggle away, making his creation.Â
As the sun began to set outside, you looked at him in the soft golden light, at how simple and ordinary he looked. Maybe you could bear him for another 4 days, maybe you didnât have to feel so terrified around him. Or perhaps you should feel more scared now that you were comfortable around himâŠ.Â
Even as you sat next to him snuggling on your couch with afternoonâs leftovers warmed up for dinner, you could only think about how you kinda wished he was here for longer, which was kind of insane - just a day ago you were desperate to have him out of here but now? Now you had to admit to yourself that the only reason left on the long list of âWhy Jeonghan Must Goâ was the way he made you feel, even when he was just sitting across you, eating and watching tv. God this was embarrassingâŠ.
When you finally put your thoughts behind you, getting ready to sleep in your usual place, Jeonghan offered that you take the bed but you refused, mumbling something about not washing the sheets. Laughing, Jeonghan sat back on his end of the couch, settling with a jacket wrapped around him.Â
âYou're gonna be here all night?â You looked at him surprised.Â
âYeah.â He shut his eyes, leaning back. âJust in case you need anything.â
âWhy?â You glanced at him. âI mean everything today, why did youâŠ.âÂ
âI know what it's like to not have anyone care when you're sick.â Sighing, he turned to look at you. âI've always had people at my beck and call but they always worked for me like it was their job, because I was their boss. It never really felt like any of them cared and sometimes, that hurt. But I've come to terms with that, that's just what it's like in this job.âÂ
âWhyâŠ.â You hesitated but decided to take a shot anyway. âWhy did you choose this profession then? I mean, what compelled youâŠâÂ
âCompelled?â Jeonghan chuckled, looking away and shutting his eyes again. âIf you're looking for a good-boy-forced-by-circumstances-to-go-bad kinda story I'm afraid I'm not the one for it, princess.âÂ
âIf it wasn't a compulsion, was it your choiceâŠ.âÂ
âI've never really been afraid to ask and get what I want.â He smiled. âSomewhere in that process this is who I became.â
âIs it that easy to justâŠ. go for what you want?â
âIt usually is when you don't care about the consequences that may follow so yeah, it has been easy for me.â He paused, like he was mulling over something. âSo far.â
Before you could ask him what he meant by that, he leaned over, tucking you properly under the sheets.Â
âEnough questions for today. You need rest.â He snuggled further on his end, a small smile dancing on his lips. âGoodnight Y/n.âÂ
âGoodnightâŠ..Jeonghan.âÂ
Day 7 of 10
Of all the ways you had imagined, one would think you'd wake up to Jeonghan, this was not one of them.Â
He was still fast asleep seated on his end of the couch, head leaned back, mouth slightly askew, his breathing soft and deep. Only noticeable thing was his hand on your thigh like a comforting weight - you vaguely remembered him gently patting you as you broke into a coughing fit in the middle of the night. Dragging yourself to sit up, you continued to stare at him, taking in all the beautiful features - he looked just like he did the day you first saw him. Maybe you would've given in to the temptation and run your finger across the delicate angles of his face if the landline didn't ring so loudly, both pulling you back and waking him up.Â
Muttering an apology you quickly picked up the call, only to be met by the even louder voice of your mother.Â
âYou're sick!?â
âHi mom, yeah, I was sick.â You mumbled frowning. ââŠ.how did you know?âÂ
âWhy didn't you tell me? I would've come, brought you some sides, made you something to eat-âÂ
âPlease stop screaming.â You groaned. âI can hear you just fine.âÂ
âDon't tell me what to do young woman. How can I not scream when I find out my sick daughter is being taken care of by a boyfriend whose existence I'm not even aware of.âÂ
You immediately sat up. âW-what?âÂ
âYeah, imagine my surprise when Minguk's grandmother told me you weren't well but I wasn't to worry because your âvery caring boyfriendâ is looking after you well.âÂ
You looked at Jeonghan who seemed to be able to hear everything given the volume your mother was talking in.Â
âMom I can explain-âÂ
âSave it. I'm coming home.âÂ
âMom-âÂ
And with that she cut the call, sending your heartbeat racing.
âFuck fuck fuck-âÂ
âCalm down princess.âÂ
âYou calm down!â You snapped back stupidly, running your hands through your hair. âI'm sorry, it's just, my mom isâŠ. a hawk. She's going to figure things out-â
âYou think sheâll call the cops on me?âÂ
âNo, no that. She hates watching the news, I'm sure she has no idea who you are but sheâs definitely going to know we-â you pointed between the two of you. â-aren't a thing.â
âHey I made your supermart boy believe it.â Jeonghan shrugged, leaning back. âAnd every old woman in a 2km radius.âÂ
âYeah well my mother isn't one of those women. She's hella observant and nosy and most importantly, she knows me. She knows I wouldn't be with someone like you.âÂ
âWow,â Jeonghan let out a low whistle. âThis is starting to become offensive, princess.â
âNoâŠâ You turned to him. âNo no no. What I mean is, you're not exactly the gentle, sweet boyfriend kind right? I mean⊠you know what I mean right?âÂ
Jeonghan smiled at you like he was enjoying this. âNo, I don't.âÂ
âYou do.â You muttered, knowing well that he was pushing you into a spot. âThe way youâre with women, it isnât how boyfriends are really, or at least how my mum would expect my boyfriend to be.âÂ
âItâs not like Iâm going to talk dirty to you in front of her.âÂ
Feeling the heat in your cheeks rise, you looked away. âNo I mean⊠you just seem so much moreâŠ.bad boy kinds and Iâve never been the kind to date someone like you, someone whoâs not-âÂ
âA prince wearing a shining armor on a white horse who comes to save the day?âÂ
Yes exactly that, as evident by the many drawings in your childhood journal but Jeonghan did not need to know that.Â
â-someone whoâs not very gentlemanly?âÂ
âSo what do you want me to do? Bow to your mother, kiss her hand, ask for your hand in marriage-âÂ
âI said gentle, not archaic.â You rolled your eyes.
âDo you really want that though?â He turned to you, head cocked in question. âA man who is gentle?â
You tried to avoid his gaze knowing he would read your answer to that like an open book.
âOf course. I'mâŠ.I'm a suburban girl with a boring, uneventful life. IâŠobviously want someone who's soft and sweet and-â
âShow me.âÂ
You turned to him so fast and so wide eyed, you were sure a vessel had burst somewhere.Â
âShow me how you want to be loved.âÂ
Stuttering and at an absolute loss of words, you continued staring at him stupidly. Chuckling softly, like always, Jeonghan leaned close.Â
âIf we need to convince your mother, then you're going to have to teach me what you like, princess.âÂ
Gulping you blinked at him, eyes flickering to his lips. He watched you with raised eyebrows as you hesitatingly mirrored his lean, closing the space between the two of you and gently pressed your mouth onto his.Â
Uncharacteristically, Jeonghan froze.Â
His sudden stiffness instantly brought you back to your senses, making you pull away, ready to apologise and banish yourself into your room forever but before a word could leave your mouth, Jeonghan quickly captured it again, sighing into the kiss, lips moving unnaturally soft.Â
âWell,â He muttered as he drew back and your eyes met his. âWhen I said show me, I meant show me what you wanted me to do to convince your mother about us? I didnât think this was a part of that-âÂ
âGood god.â You groaned, burying your face in your hands and yourself in the couch. What the hell did you just do?
âHey.â Chuckling, Jeonghan pulled your hands away, looking at you keenly. âBe honest with me though, is this really how you like it?âÂ
For some reason, the question seemed rhetorical, like he knew the answer already. Not entirely honest, you nodded slowly.Â
âHuh.â He leaned closer, like he was challenging your answer. âDo you want to know how I like it?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
Youâre not really sure how or why that word left your mouth so quickly but clearly, Jeonghan didnât care. Before you knew it, he ran his hand up your thigh, pulling you onto his lap with an ease you did not expect from him.Â
âAre you sure?â He whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear with one hand, gripping your waist with the other. âYou donât-âÂ
âPlease.â You whispered back and that was all it took for him to hold your face and pull you down onto his mouth, lips ravenous against yours. As your hands fisted the material of his shirt, his slipped in your hair, gripping it in a way that surprisingly didnât hurt. Rather it felt good, like you wanted him to guide you the way he wanted, the way he liked, in any way he needed you to submit to him. As his hand ran down your back, his tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting like a mistake, a scandal and a terrible decision all at once but somehow you couldnât stop. Even when he pulled back to breathe, you descended upon him immediately, oxygen be damned because for the first time in forever, something in you was truly alive. Smirking against your lips Jeonghan grabbed your ass, rocking you against him, the outline of his hard length evident under you. You moaned very audibly when he broke away, placing a line of kisses down your neck while your hands, out of their own will, began unbuttoning your shirt.
âFuck princess, I knew you had a wild side.â He muttered against your skin, tongue running along the bruise he had made.Â
You had no idea. You had no idea an animal as hungry as this was inside you - the dull feeling that you had been getting between your legs all these days was turning into a terribly unbearable ache. You could not ignore it anymore.Â
âI need you-â You gasped, not expecting his mouth on the swell of your breasts. âI need your help, please Jeong-âÂ
And perhaps he wouldâve helped if not for the sound of the lock turning.Â
Your mother stood outside, balancing the bags in her hand, struggling to open the door with her spare set of keys. When she had managed to unlock the door and swing it open, she was met with the sight of her child and her apparent boyfriend sitting side by side expectantly. She however did not notice the mismatched buttoning of your shirt, or Jeonghanâs red, flushed expression or your hand awkwardly covering something on your neck.Â
âMom, youâre here, what a surprise.â Smiling wide and fake, you walked up to the woman setting her bags down on the kitchen counter, frowning at you.Â
âI let you know I was coming like half an hour ago.âÂ
âRight.â You mumbled as Jeonghan joined, standing beside you. Getting a hold of yourself, you moved to stand next to your mother putting some much needed distance between you and the man you were practically dying to jump. âThis is uh, Jeonghan. Heâs⊠heâs actuallyâŠâÂ
âThe boyfriend.â Jeonghan and your mother answered at the same time, taking each other aback.Â
âWell, well.â Your mother looked at him up and down in scrutiny before breaking into a smile. âSomething tells me you and I are going to get along great, Jeonghan. I want to hear all about how the two of you met.âÂ
If there is anything youâve learnt about Jeonghan today, it was that he was an excellent storyteller. Honestly, you wouldnât have been surprised if he was one of those people who wrote fanfictions on the internet as a hobby because wow did he have the talent for it.Â
As you were putting away all the things your mother bought you and he told her the apparent story of how the two of you met, you too listened in awe, stopping your work and staring at him, amazed. Your mother kept laughing, asking why you were behaving like you were listening to this story for the first time when you actually lived it. Laughing weakly you continued to listen, trying to look less awestruck.
Youâre not quite sure how Jeonghan learned the idea of romance within minutes because strangely, the story he made up was nothing short of a fairytale, one that had absolutely convinced your mother.Â
âOh Hannie.â She cooed, rubbing his arm. âIâm so glad my baby found you. There could not have been anyone more perfect.âÂ
As she looked at you fondly over her shoulder, Jeonghan shot you a triumphant smirk. You returned their looks with a hard smile of your own.Â
The rest of the day went pretty the same way - Your mother busied herself with making you some soup and dishes for lunch while Jeonghan stood nearby, entertaining her with his words and stories. Neither of them seemed to notice how you were doing. For one, you were feeling extremely hot - it was a cool day yet you were sweating like crazy, your cheeks were hot, and just the fabric of your clothes touching your skin felt weirdly uncomfortable. You were also strangely jumpy - every time Jeonghan so much as passed by you or his hand accidentally brushed any part of your skin, you would react like you were touched by a few hundred volts of electricity. The worst thing of them all was having to sit next to him during lunch - sure it was easier when you didnât have to look at him eye to eye but the soft kisses on your cheek and forehead??? The wiping of food on the edge of your mouth??? The constant brushing of your hair away from your face?? It was all getting a little too unbearable.Â
And it didnât help that you were already incredibly wet from your little escapade earlier, your panties sticking to you uncomfortable throughout all of this, only getting wetter if that were even possible.
Jeonghan seemed to have finally noticed your situation way too late in the day.Â
After lunch your mom took over the entertainment, showing Jeonghan pictures of you as a kid, telling him all your embarrassing stories. Soon, the sun set outside and usually, your mother, who liked to leave before it was too dark, insisted she wanted to have dinner with her daughterâs boyfriend. That was how the three of you found yourself in your usual bbq place with Seokmin, Seungkwan and Soonyoung, all looking at you, wide eyed.Â
Perhaps it was the many hours that she spent with Jeonghan today or watching him interact with your three best friends so casually or looking at him play with the cats in the neighborhood, by the time your tipsy mother made it back to your apartment, she could not stop gushing about how Jeonghan was the best thing that ever happened to you. The praises only stopped when she finally resorted to the bathroom for a long, hot shower, leaving you standing and looking out of the balcony, finally alone, finally at peace.Â
That didnât last for long as Jeonghan stood beside you, trying to figure out what you were so intently staring at.Â
âGotta give it to you.â You scoffed. âI was worried my mom would doubt us but youâre a natural.âÂ
âIt helped that it was you.âÂ
Confused, you turned to him.Â
âI mean, the little demonstration of what you pretend to like and what you really like kinda helped.â He smirked.
Knowing he was trying to put you on the spot again, you looked away, âYou think you know everythingâŠ.âÂ
âI do. You think I havenât noticed that youâve been incredibly turned on since our little make out session?â You froze, unable to take your eyes off the empty street. âI could smell the arousal on you all day princess and quite frankly, itâs been driving me crazy.âÂ
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You mumbled, trying to leave only to be pulled back as Jeonghan trapped you between him and the railing before you.Â
His fingers ran down your arm slowly, âAre you telling me if I were to slip my hand between your legs, I wonât find you soaking wet?âÂ
âJeonghan please.â You whispered. âY-you canât say such things-âÂ
âYou could admit itâŠ.or I could check for myself.âÂ
It was like the words were stuck in your throat, the shame not letting you say anything. To begin with it was already embarrassing enough to come to terms with the fact that you were immensely attracted to this man, you have been since you laid eyes on him, but to admit that he had you desperate for him all day and wanted him in any and all ways possible? That was entirely a whole other level of mortification.Â
Jeonghan let out a breath, muttering in your ear. âI canât help you if you wonât ask me to.âÂ
You gulped. âSo begging really gets you off huh?âÂ
âYes, but you donât need to.â He smiled, his fingers running across the elastic of your bottoms. âYou just need to say the word. Say you want this. Say you want me.â
When you didnât respond to him despite a whole minute passing by, he let out a deep breath, stepping back with an understanding nod. Given how just that minimal distance between the two of you made your stomach drop, you finally cracked, holding him by the hand, pulling him back to press against your back. Holding your breath you dragged his hand, guiding it once again along the elastic of your pants.Â
You couldnât see but Jeonghan looked at you concerned. âHere?âÂ
âIf you donât touch me right now I might just cry.â You muttered, thankful you couldnât see what you assumed would be a triumphant expression, pushing his hand further down, past the hem of your underwear. âPlease Jeonghan.âÂ
Two very long and frustrating heartbeats later, he finally angled his hand, moving further down.
âFuck.â He groaned as his digits met the slick between your folds. âWere you this soaked all day?âÂ
You nodded, whispering. âBeen achingâŠ...âÂ
âTrust me, not more than I have.â He moved closer to you, pressing against your back, his erection confirming his words. The thought of potentially feeling that inside you made your mouth practically water, as you pressed your legs closer, squeezing his hand in between them.Â
Jeonghanâs finger grazed over your clit, making you keen and hold onto the railing for dear life.Â
âPlease.â That was all you could say with the way his fingers were teasing your entrance. âPlease, please, please-âÂ
Jeonghan covered your mouth with his free hand, pulling you back against his chest, whispering gruffly. âSave the begging for next time y/n.âÂ
Next time?Â
You gulped, body taut with anticipation, mind still reeling over his words as Jeonghan finally pushed in not one but two fingers at the same time, his thumb grazing over your clit simultaneously, your hand reflexively gripping his wrist. Maybe because youâve been silently thirsting over this man for almost a week now, or because you have been inexplicably horny all day, or because you just realised that the two of you were quite literally doing this out in the open where anyone could catch you in the act but the moment Jeonghanâs fingers pushed all the way in and he pressed on your clit, your walls clamped around his digits, back arching against him, your moan held back by his hand against your mouth. As your orgasm washed over you in waves, you panted against him, trying to catch your breath, the stars in the night sky suddenly swarming in front of your eyes.Â
âDidâŠâ For the first time ever, Jeonghan stuttered, like he was confused. âDid you just cum?âÂ
Your arousal dripped down his fingers, giving him his answer.Â
âThat was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen.â He groaned. âor felt, rather.âÂ
As the pleasurable feeling began to ebb and the embarrassment took over, you tried to pry yourself away from his grip only for him to hold you more firmly, further pushing his fingers in. Overstimulated, your protests came out muffled against his hand, as you unwittingly clamped around him again.Â
âDonât.â He warned, head dipping to the crook of your neck, sighing. âGod, youâd feel like heaven around me.â You smiled slightly at his words, just a little proud, making him chuckle. âYou like the thought of that, donât you?âÂ
Given your new found bravado, you slowly nodded and Jeonghan pulled himself back with resolve. âItâs not very gentlemanly to fuck a woman after making her come just once.â Finally taking his hand off your mouth and sadly also pulling his fingers out you, he turned you around swiftly, pushing you up against the wall behind him. âGive me another one.â He muttered against your ear.Â
Although the post orgasm haze and more importantly, the post horny haze was receding and you were suddenly hyper aware that you were out in the open, Jeonghanâs deep voice, as he peppered kisses along your shoulder, âCome on, be good for me.â, made your decision.
 Oh you could be so good for him.Â
Threading your fingers in his hair, you pressed yourself up against him, nodding almost too eagerly. Smiling against your skin, Jeonghan slipped his hand between your bodies, sliding his fingers past all the layers of cloth keeping you away from him. You sighed like you were drowning in ecstasy as his fingers found your hole again, wasting no time to push his fingers in, curling almost instantly. When you gasped at the feeling of him grazing that spot, Jeonghan covered your mouth with his free hand once again, pressing you against the wall.Â
âNot here.â He warned but his actions seemed to be trying to do the exact opposite, fingers pumping in and out of you fast, your eyes almost rolling back in pleasure. âAfter this we are going inside and youâre gonna choose where you want to get railed and there, you can scream all you want.âÂ
You whined, both at the idea of him taking you on nearly every surface of your house and feeling everything inside you tighten once again. Jeonghanâs thumb began circling on your clit once again, making you squirm, knees almost buckling as you gripped his arm hard to steady yourself.
You could hear the sound of a plane flying high above, the beeping of a reversing car from somewhere below, the chatter from your neighbourâs television - somehow all of it exhilarated you. The thought of getting caught with Jeonghan knuckles deep inside you was weirdly, insanely hotâŠ. until you heard the next sound - the bathroom door opening.Â
Quickly pulling Jeonghanâs hand from your mouth and pushing him back much to his surprise, you harshly whispered. âMy mom!âÂ
Jeonghan immediately pulled his hand away, giving you just enough time to adjust your pants and smoothen the crinkles on your clothes before your mother walked into the balcony looking for the two of you.Â
Yet again, you were both smiling at her, abnormally and unnaturally wide. She frowned but overlooked it, announcing her decision instead. âIâll need an extra pillow for my back, Iâm staying the night.âÂ
Jeonghan and you exchanged looks at the unexpected news as the older woman narrowed her eyes at the two of you. âIs there a problem?âÂ
âNoâŠ.â You tore your eyes away from Jeonghan. âI was just trying to remember where the extra bedding isâŠ.âÂ
âItâs at the bottom of your closet.â He muttered. âIâll grab it.âÂ
Jeonghan walked out of there quickly, not meeting your motherâs eyes as she leaned against the railing, looking out, saying something about how it was going to rain like crazy tonight.Â
You watched him disappear into the house and were about to turn your attention to your mother when he took a step back, catching your eye. As you raised your eyebrows in question, Jeonghan slipped two of his fingers into his mouth, yeah the two that were inside you moments ago, pulling them out with a pop. Laughing at your mortified expression, he walked away, leaving you with your heartbeat ringing in your ears.Â
Tonight was far from over.Â
Day 8 of 10Â
Much to your disappointment, nothing else happened last night.Â
Excusing yourself from your mother, the first thing you did was to shower, hoping youâd feel somewhat less filthy after your escapade in the balcony. Surprisingly, more than feeling scandalized about the madness you had indulged in, you found yourself disappointed that you didnât get the chance to cum on Jeonghanâs fingers again. Part of you wanted to finish off in the shower by yourself but you knew after Jeonghan, there was no way you could feel the same kind of high in your own - it was him or nothing.Â
By the time you had stepped out, Jeonghan had pillows and blankets piled up next to him on the couch and from the room, your mother called out to you. Shooting him a disappointed look which he returned, you retired to your room, sleeping next to her on your bed after a whole damn week.Â
That was perhaps why you woke up when it was way past 11 in the morning, body well rested after so long. When you stretched, walking out of your room, you could hear Jeonghan and your mother talking over the sound of what you guessed was them making breakfast.Â
â....that experience isolated my poor child.â You frowned hearing your motherâs voice. âAfter that she quit fashion school, moved away from everything she considered her world till that point-âÂ
âMom!â Walking over quickly, you interrupted the conversation. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âMaking breakfast.â She shrugged as Jeonghan walked up to you, placing a soft kiss on your temple, rubbing your arm like he sensed you were angry. âAnd telling Han about that shithead Bohyun-âÂ
âMom.â You spoke between gritted teeth. âThereâs no need to talk about him early in the morning-âÂ
âItâs half past 11-âÂ
âMom!â Looking at her exasperatedly, you crossed your arms. âDonât you have to give grandma her medicines, what are you still doing here?âÂ
âWould you look at that Han?â She looked at Jeonghan, shaking her head. âSheâs throwing her own mother out of the house.âÂ
âWhat? Iâm not-âÂ
âThe disrespect I tell you.â She continued, ignoring you. âWhen all I wish is the best for her. I told her. I told her back then not to date that boy. If she had listened to me things wouldnât have been like this-âÂ
âOkay, thatâs it, Iâm done here.â Giving up, you turned away, heading to your studio and locked yourself in. You would now do what you always did every time your dreaded ex came across your mind - throw yourself into your work and forget the rest of the world.
In a way, you had to thank your mother for reminding you about that man and consequently pushing you towards your work cause god were you way behind schedule. You knew you were falling behind but you didnât know it was this bad until you noticed all your deadlines menacingly staring at you from your calendar. Without wasting time, you got back into the mechanical pursuit of your job, the way you usually did when you had a surmount of orders. You only ever stepped out twice, once for lunch and once for dinner, settling for the food your mother had made for you, scarfing it down within minutes before returning to your designs.Â
It was only when your shoulders began to miserably ache way past your bedtime that you dragged yourself to the living and found Jeonghan sitting in front of the tv. Surprisingly, you had forgotten all about him in the last many hours, a strange guilt rising in your chest as you sat beside him. Jeonghan did not turn to you as you approached.Â
âAre youâŠâ You laughed at the screen. âAre you watching Princess and the Frog?âÂ
He nodded.
âAs a child, I never understood this movie.â You leaned back into the couch. âI always thought the prince was supposed to save the princess. Instead he turned out to be a playboy and dragged her through his miserable fate too.âÂ
Jeonghan hummed in response.Â
âI canât remember the last time I watched this.â You fiddled with your hands, trying to make conversation. âSeungkwan hates this movie so he never lets us watch during movie nights too.âÂ
Jeonghan simply hummed again.Â
Sighing, you turned to him. âAre youâŠ.angry or something?âÂ
âIâm not angry, just thinking.âÂ
âAbout what?âÂ
âThe things your mother told me about you and your past.â Jeonghan let out a deep breath, contemplating for a bit before finally talking. âI donât understand when people forget themselves in a relationship. It makes no sense to lose yourself in love.âÂ
âThatâs because youâve never been in love.â You watched the screen as the two animated frogs ran through the forest. âThatâs just how it is.âÂ
âIf thatâs love then I donât ever want to be in it.âÂ
âYeah well thatâs the part that sucks.â You scoffed. âYou donât really get to choose. Love just happens.âÂ
Jeonghan finally turned to you. âYou read too many fairy tales, princess.âÂ
Smiling at the familiar nickname, you leaned back into the couch. âI did, as a child. I grew up in a world of fairy tales. Thatâs where I met Bohyun, my ex.âÂ
Now Jeonghan had all his attention on you.Â
âWe were re-enacting Sleeping Beauty for a school play - I was Aurora and he was Prince Philip. He was my first kiss, my first love, my first of many things to be honest. We lived in the same neighbourhood, went to the same schools, had the same friends⊠I even enrolled into fashion school because he wanted to study fashion and I wanted to be with him.â You sighed looking at Jeonghanâs expression. âYeah I can tell you donât like that. Honestly, that wasnât the worst decision I made. I actually really grew to love fashion designing, I canât imagine myself doing anything else. Itâs all the stuff after that I failed to see. Rather, I did see it all butâŠ. I guess I was too much of a coward to do anything about it.âÂ
Jeonghan waited quietly for you to continue.Â
âIt started with him disappearing for long hours, then it became days together. On some days he would give explanations and on some days he would in turn scold me for not trusting him? All this went on till the last semester of fashion school when as my mother would have told you, IâŠ.found him cheating on me.âÂ
Jeonghan looked like he expected that outcome.Â
âThe crazier thing was, I actually begged him to leave her and come back to me. It took a while but he eventually did and I thought everything was back to normal again but something had changed. I refused to see it but he became strangely controlling. He would want to have a say in who my friends were, he didnât like me hanging out with people he didn't get along with, he became more demanding aboutâŠ.â You gulped, voice dropping a little. â...sex. It was like he knew how much I needed him, likeâŠ.âÂ
âHe knew you didnât know how to say no.â Jeonghan completed for you, and you nodded.Â
âBut then he cheated again, and came back again and then cheated yet again and I took him back again and it just kept going on and on untilâŠ. one day he asked me for a lot of money, to help kick start his new business.â You sighed. âDo you remember that dream space I told you about? It was originally my grandmotherâs old kimbap shop, one that she gifted me, so I could open my own boutique there one day. I uh sold it, to get him the money he wanted andâŠ.he used it to buy his other girlfriend a house.âÂ
Jeonghanâs jaw tightened like he was mad.Â
âAfter that blow, I quit school and moved away from that neighbourhood to this place, my grandmotherâs apartment. Everyone thought I was done with him and was trying to move on butâŠ. I was honestly running away. Because I knew if he came backâŠ.â
âYou still wouldnât be able to say no.âÂ
You nodded. âI am pathetic, arenât I?âÂ
âYeah, a little.â Jeonghan scoffed. âI donât understand love, and Iâve never been in it, but one would have to be a fool to not be in love with you.âÂ
You looked at Jeonghan, slightly taken aback.Â
âThe world is harsh and cold and selfish Y/n. No one thinks about anything beyond themselves. And thereâs you, putting the person you love above everything. Itâs both pathetic and noble.â Jeonghan turned off the movie as the credits began rolling. âBut you cannot put your self respect on the line for assholes like him, you deserve much better than that.âÂ
âI know.â You sighed. âI wish I knew how to.âÂ
âBy speaking your mind.â Jeonghan stated like it was obvious. âBy refusing the things you donât want. By asking for the things you do want. By talking about how you feelâŠ. Not just when youâre drunk but also in all your senses.âÂ
Recalling that drunk night in the bathroom you laughed softly. He wasnât wrong. Things between the two of you had changed drastically since that conversation. A strange gratitude swelled in your heart towards Jeonghan and how though he had been with you for barely a week, he had understood you better than anyone had. Turning him to you, you placed a soft kiss on his mouth, muttering a heartfelt âThank you.âÂ
Jeonghan, though, rolled his eyes. âY/n, Iâm not even kidding, my grandmother kisses me like this.âÂ
You laughed as he reached for you, attempting to pull you into his lap yet again but you beat him to it, clambering in yourself, tucking your hair behind your ear.Â
Jeonghan smiled at the sight of you above him. âHey.âÂ
âHi.âÂ
âIs there something you want?âÂ
âYes.â You whispered, taking his face in your hands and kissing him again, this time, slipping your tongue in his mouth. Jeonghanâs lips curled into a smile as he pressed back, breaking free only to softly bite on your lower lip. Sighing dreamily, you rocked your hips against his, guided by his hands. You softly mumbled, holding back a moan. âWe didnât get to finishâŠ. whatever we were doing last night.âÂ
âAnd what was that?âÂ
â.....you know what.âÂ
âUse your words princess,â His voice went low and gruff, sending a tingle across your groin. âYou were far from shy with my fingers inside you.âÂ
âDonâtâŠ.âÂ
Jeonghanâs hands sneaked under your shirt, more than pleased to not find the hooks of a bra. âBedroom.â
You shook your head slowly, muttering. âToo far.âÂ
Chuckling Jeonghan leaned back. âYou want me to take you right here?âÂ
âYou said I could choose next timeâŠ.âÂ
âI also asked you to beg next time.â He whispered, tongue running over his lower lip, hands dragging you hips along his length. âSo tell me you want me to fuck you with my fingers again.âÂ
âPlease.â You gasped. âJust fuck meâŠÂ with anything.âÂ
âAnythingâŠâ He repeated amused, before pulling your shirt over your head. No sooner did the material leave you, his mouth descended on your boob, pulling you in, towards him. Threading your fingers in his hair you gripped it as a moan slipped out of you - never in your life had you ever been this obscene but something about doing it with Jeonghan felt like this was the big catharsis of your life, waiting to happen.Â
With a swift movement he flipped you onto your back, laying you on the couch, hovering over you. Without wasting any time, you unbuttoned his shirt, fingers moving nimbly, thank god for fashion school. Jeonghan laughed as you attempted to push the fabric off his shoulders, holding your hands by the wrists, pinning it to your chest.Â
âEager aren't we?â He looked at you in a way that could only be described as mocking. âIf only you were honest with me from the start we could have been doing this for so long.âÂ
âI'm sorry-âÂ
âShhh.â Head raised, you watched him drag his mouth down your chest, inching closer to your abdomen. âI hate apologies. You either own it or fix it.âÂ
âHow can I fix it?âÂ
âBy telling me what you really want.â Pulling your shorts off your legs, he hovered right above where you were aching once again.Â
âIâŠI donât know.â Falling back onto the couch, you stared at the ceiling. âI really don't. I just know that Iâve been weirdly winded and uneasy for a long time and it feels like youâre the only one who can help- oh my god.âÂ
Your eyes widened as you raised yourself on your elbows to see Jeonghan right between your legs, his mouth pressed onto your panties right there.Â
âLike this?â He grinned before peppering small kisses on the inside of your thigh.Â
When words refused to leave your dried up throat, you nodded slowly, not looking at him. Leaving your hands Jeonghan hooked his fingers on the elastic of your underwear, âUp.â and pulled it down your raised hips. As it joined the rest of your clothes somewhere on the floor, suddenly you were hyper aware of the fact that you were completely bare while Jeonghan was still almost entirely clothed. Reflexively, your legs tried to squeeze shut, but Jeonghanâs hands stopped them, pulling them over his shoulders instead.Â
âI wish you could see yourself from my eyes Y/n.â He looked at you, eyes darkened in desire. You probably looked like a flushed, panting mess, completely missing the admiration etched on Jeonghanâs face.Â
Aware of Jeonghan and his ability to tease and especially his affinity for begging, you opened your mouth to do just the same but what left it was an unholy moan as Jeonghan descended upon you like he was ravenous. As though just his mouth on your clit wasnât making you lose your mind, his digits too slipped in, pumping slowly. He mustâve liked it when your fingers automatically threaded into his hair because his groan reverberated against your core making your back arch off the couch in pleasure.Â
Oral was completely new territory - you had never gotten or given it, god knows why considering this was clearly the best thing that has ever happened to you. As discussed yesterday, you let every sound leave your mouth freely, unbothered about the neighbours or people living around. Frankly it could be the end of the world and you wouldnât care, not with what Jeonghanâs tongue was doing inside you. He too seemed to enjoy your audible reactions and the way it told him just how you liked it, his fingers and mouth taking turns to manhandle you.Â
âJeonghan fu-fuck, right there.â You nearly sobbed as his fingers found your sweet spot, the one that made your toes quite literally curl.Â
âDonât cum Y/n, I donât want to be done just yet.âÂ
Well then he should have behaved like it because seconds after he said that you felt that tightening coil in you snap as you embarrassingly loudly, came on his tongue, riding it out against his mouth. Licking his lips Jeonghan pulled himself away from your legs, hovering above you once more, kissing you again. The taste of you in his mouth felt sinful but you let yourself be carried away by it as his hand ran up your thigh seductively before grabbing your more petite hand, placing it right where he was rock hard. As your mouth practically watered at how long and heavy he felt in your hands, Jeonghan buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving little bite marks of red.Â
âI thought gentlemen didnât make a woman cum just once.â You muttered, gripping his erection the best you could in that angle and over his sweats.Â
Jeonghan hissed, his voice dropping an octave. âI thought you didnât want anything gentle?âÂ
âIâŠ.I donât.â You confessed out loud for the first time. âDo whatever you want, I can take it.âÂ
Jeonghan raised his eyebrows both pleased and impressed as his fingers toyed with the slick dripping between your folds. Eyes shut tight, you waited to feel him ravage you once again instead, you were met with the sound of a loud knock on your door.Â
Both Jeonghan and you looked at each other wondering if that was just imagination till another knock pulled you to your senses.Â
âPlease donât tell me thatâs your mother again.â Jeonghan quickly sat up, hands moving to button himself up.Â
âI hope not.â You got off the couch hurriedly, grabbed your clothes from the floor and quickly threw them on, smoothing out your hair. Jeonghan walked up to the door, waiting with his hand on the handle for you to look decent as you and your wobbly self tried to keep it together. The moment you pulled your shirt over your head and adjusted your shorts, Jeonghan opened the door and your heart dropped to your stomach.Â
Standing at the entrance was a young woman dressed in an unbelievably tight black dress, her hair held up by a high ponytail as she blew her baby pink bubblegum. She looked up from her phone at you then at the door number as though she was confirming if she was in the right place. You knew exactly why she was here and for whom.Â
Unable to comprehend how exactly to react in this situation, you grabbed your jacket from the stand and walked past Jeonghan, harshly pulling away from his attempt to hold you back. Not even glancing back, you disappeared into the night doing what you did best - running away.Â
âY/n.âÂ
When you opened your eyes you were met with the sight of Jeonghanâs face high above, upside down.Â
âOh my god.â You gasped slowly. âYour mouth is on your forehead and your eyes are on your chin.â
âAnd youâre clearly drunk. Again.â He walked around, lying down on the grass beside you. âWhich means it's time for both stupidity and honesty.âÂ
You turned your head towards him. âDid you just call me stupid?âÂ
Jeonghan mirrored you. âI also called you honest.âÂ
âHmm. Then I'll be honest. I don't want to talk to you.âÂ
âDo you want me to go then?âÂ
âNo.â You sighed. âI don't want you to go⊠to her.âÂ
âShe's gone. I sent her away the moment you left.â
âWhy did it take you so long to come to me then?â You pouted as Jeonghan laughed.Â
âI thought you'd be at the restaurant. I didn't expect to find you lying in the middle of the football field.âÂ
In all fairness, that was a valid point - you didn't want to face the boys right now so you purchased a few bottles of soju from the supermarket which were now lying empty around you.Â
âWhy did she come?â
âI didnât call anyone today.â He sighed. âItâs just, the instruction was for a new one to come every night. They came the last two nights too, I sent them away, just like I did today.â
âWhy?âÂ
âBecauseâŠ. Because we,â Jeonghan cleared his throat. âI mean you and I-âÂ
âWhy do you need a new girl every night?âÂ
âI'm not sure.â Jeonghan turned away, staring at the stars. âI guess I'm justâŠÂ looking for a human connection with someone.âÂ
âLike that?â You scoffed. âBy sleeping with someone new everyday?âÂ
âI donât know Y/n, I don't even know how what Iâm searching for feels. Perhaps Iâm just looking for someone who makes me feelâŠ.. Normal? Like Iâm worthy of being cared for.âÂ
âDid you manage to find anyoneâŠ. who makes you feel like that?âÂ
Jeonghan turned to you with a small smile, eyes roaming over your features. âYes but ironically, not by sleeping with them.âÂ
You hummed, pausing for a silent minute.Â
âDid you never want to try and find that with me?â Eyes big and curious you turned to him. âDid you never want to sleep with me?âÂ
âI did. From the moment I laid my eyes on you.â Jeonghan recalled the first ever words he said to you. I love you. Maybe he didn't just say it out of relief. Maybe a part of him subconsciously knew this was it. You were it. âBut you quite literally kept running away from me. Hell, you couldn't even say the word âsex'-â
âI want to have sex with you.â You sat up in a flash. âJeonghan I really do want to have sex with you-âÂ
âYou're drunk.â Jeonghan chuckled. âSober you may not want the same thing-âÂ
âIt does. Every me wants this. Jeonghan-â To his complete surprise, you climbed onto him, straddling him around the waist, palms planted on his chest. â-I'm serious. Didn't you say I was honest when I'm drunk?âÂ
âI also said you were stupid when drunk.â He tucked your hair behind your ear fondly. âIt wonât be right to do anything now.âÂ
âFine. Iâll be sober by the morning and ask you first thing when I wake up, do you promise to fuck me right here?âÂ
âOut here? Ok thatâs a bit much even for me.â Jeonghan laughed. âYouâre a lot wilder than I anticipated, princess.âÂ
âUgh.â You groaned, lying down on his chest, eyes fluttering shut from the tiredness. âI think you bring out the worst in me.âÂ
âBut somehow you bring out the best in me.â Jeonghan stroked your head softly. âI can't remember the last time I felt this free and happy. Strangely, I think I've grown to like this little domestic life with you. The cooking, the shopping, the grandmas, the kids, your momâŠ..does it all have to end in 2 days?âÂ
When he didnât get a response, Jeonghan glanced down only to find you fast asleep, mouth slightly open. Laughing silently he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against his chest as he too dozed off into a peaceful slumber. Â
Day 9 of 10Â
You woke up to the feeling of harsh sunlight on your face which was not unusual given you always slept next to the window. What was unusual was waking up in the middle of the football field wrapped in Jeonghan's arms.
You're fully awake in the blink of an eye, mortified by the thought of people having seen the two of you, although no one seemed to be around as far as the eye could see.
âGood morning princess.â Jeonghan yawned, slowly waking up, his arms loosening around you. Taking the chance you slid off him, mumbling a small âmorning.â in reply.
Jeonghan snickered, glancing at you. âSomeone's definitely sober.âÂ
âWe should goâŠ.before someone sees us.âÂ
As you looked around trying to spot any unwelcome viewers, Jeonghan raised himself on his elbow, looking down at you.Â
âLast night you didn't seem to care.âÂ
âJeonghanâŠ.â His finger traced down your arm seductively. âPlease let's go home.âÂ
Reading into your urgency, Jeonghan nodded, pulling you up to your feet. As the two of you walked away, his hand was still interlocked in yours.Â
The streets near your house somehow looked more alive today. Suddenly everyone you knew was out on the street, waving you hi, wishing you good morning, smiling slightly at the sight of the two of you walking hand in hand. Seokmin, Seungkwan and Soonyoung, who normally only turned up in the evening for their shift after classes, were also standing outside the restaurant, looking at the two of you quizzically. As Jeonghan spotted them he let your hand go, greeting them with a nod before glancing at the convenience store.Â
âIâm gonna grab breakfast.â He stepped back. âWeâre going to need our energy for whatâs coming.â
As he walked off with a wink and you tried to suppress your excited smile, the boys jogged up to you, gathering around.Â
âDid I just see you two hold hands?â Soonyoung poked your arm with a smirk.Â
âSoonyoung later.â Seungkwan shut him up. âY/n, you have Jeonghanâs phone right?âÂ
âH-his phone?â You shook your head. âNot right now. Itâs in the drawer of the tv cabinetâŠ. I think?âÂ
âWell we gotta message that guy, assistant 1, remind him to keep the money ready.âÂ
You blinked like all the words he said just went over your head.Â
Seungkwan looked at you pointedly, âTomorrow is the tenth day Y/n, remember what weâre doing all this for?âÂ
âAre you okay?â Seokmin glanced at you lost in thought.Â
No, no you did not think you were okay.Â
âNo.âÂ
That was the first word that left you the moment you entered your house and Jeonghan closed the door behind you.Â
âI mean, you were right. Sober me doesnât want the same thing.âÂ
Jeonghan looked at you trying not to show the surprise and confusion on his face. You, on the other hand, finally had clarity - this was Jeonghan. Mafia boss Yoon Jeonghan. The man who was on the run from the cops, the man who you were in fact holding for a ransom, the man who will be gone in a day. This wasnât you - sleeping with a man because you couldnât keep it in your pants. You had no idea why you were behaving like this.Â
âJeonghan, I'm a relationship kind of girl. I canât sleep with someone whoâŠ. Who isnât a permanent part of my life. Whoâs justâŠ. in it for one night.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âJeonghan youâre the kind who needs a new woman every night and Iâm not interested in being a part of that long list-â
âDid you not hear a word I said last night?âÂ
âYou told me to learn how to say no.â You raised your hands. âIâve learnt it and this is me saying no. â You let out a deep, determined breath. âI donât want this.âÂ
Jeonghan stared at you for a minute before his eyes fell to the floor.Â
âIf thatâs what you want.âÂ
And with that he walked past you, finishing everything just as easily as it started.Â
Strangely, the rest of the day, Jeonghan didnât behave any differently than he usually did. You expected him to be mad or at least upset but quite frankly, he seemed unbothered. You did notice though that he ordered his own food for lunch and seemed particularly cautious about how he was around you in your personal space. Gone was the Jeonghan who liked to lean in to say the simplest of things.Â
His lack of botheration though, particularly bothered you. From the things he had said and the way he had behaved, it seemed like he wanted you as much as you wanted him so how was it so easy for him to put so much distance between the two of you when it was excruciatingly painful for you to stay even a foot away from him? How was he able to be so calm and casual, like you didnât just completely cast him aside? How did it not matter to him that you didnât want him to be a part of your life?Â
It was because of all this consistent overthinking that you could only manage to keep yourself away from Jeonghan for about five hours, till around sunset. Finding a pack of condoms in the bag of food he brought from the supermarket was probably what finally set you off.Â
âWhat is wrong with you?â You threw the pack onto the couch beside him.
Jeonghan glanced at the pack, then at you. âBased on last nightâs conversation, I assumed certain things about today, so I thought that was a sensible purchase.âÂ
âExactly, why arenât you more upset?â You crossed your arms. âI told you I wanted to last night, you even prepared for it, then in the very last second, I said no-âÂ
âThatâs exactly why Iâm not upset.â Sighing, Jeonghan stood. âY/n, Iâm glad you said no. Iâm happy you learnt to say it. I couldn't care less that Iâm the first victim of this newfound voice, Iâm just happy you found it.âÂ
You blinked at him.
âI know youâre thinking about the future and thatâs fair. I donât know how long I can be here or if I will be forced to be on the run again, or what really is in store for me but Iâm just happy that even if Iâm not there, you will be able to respect yourself the way I do. That you wonât compromise with what you want for what others want from you-âÂ
Strangely overwhelmed, you pulled him by his shirt and claimed his breath with a kiss. Almost instantly, Jeonghan kissed you back, hands gripping your waist, mouth ravenously capturing yours like the five hours you were apart were unbearable for him too.Â
âWait.â He pulled back when the loss of breath somehow brought him back to his senses. âY/n what-âÂ
âFuck me Jeonghan.âÂ
âDidnât you say-âÂ
âI take it back.âÂ
âY/n.â Jeonghan pulled away, holding you at an arm's distance. âDonât do things youâll regret.âÂ
âBut I want this.â You kissed him again, muttering against his mouth. âI want you.âÂ
Jeonghan clearly, if anything, was a man. The moment you whispered a soft please, grinding your hip against his, he smashed his lips onto yours again, refusing to break away even though the two of you could barely find footing as you stumbled to your room. He only parted when the back of his knees hit your bed, forcing him to sit down and he looked up at you between the tresses falling into his eyes. You pushed it back, running the back of your hand along his cheek.Â
âI wish the world looked at me the way you do.âÂ
âIf anyone else looked at you this way,â Jeonghan raised his eyebrows. âIâm afraid it's going to be the last thing they ever look at.âÂ
You laughed rolling your eyes. âA little admiration isnât a crime.âÂ
âIf admiration is what you want, then I shall bend the will of every man in the city into doing so.â He smirked, attempting to bite your fingers lingering by his lips. âLet me properly show you mine first.âÂ
As he tugged on your shirt you obediently pulled it over your head as he stripped out of his own. It wasnât the first time the two of you were seeing each other shirtless but there was a strange charged energy rippling between you now, one that was almost impossible to ignore. As you bent down to kiss him again, his hands found the hooks of your bra, unclasping them as you quickly dragged it down your arms, tossing it somewhere. His hand ran up the insides of your thigh, a jolt running through you when his fingers grazed over your clit. As you gasped, he took the chance to pull you closer by the leg, running his mouth below your belly button.Â
âJeonghan, havenât we had enough foreplay?â You sighed, throwing your head back as he marked your skin, slowly pulling both your shorts and underwear in one go. âWeâve been doing this for days, letâs just get to it please.âÂ
âTo what?â Feigning innocence he smirked, running his tongue along his teeth.Â
âFucking.â You pushed him back into the bed. âFuck me Jeonghan. Properly. Your dick inside me kinds.â
Jeonghan raised himself on his elbows, laughing. âLook at you, using your big girl words.âÂ
Kicking off the rest of your clothes, you attempted to straddle him when he pulled you into the mattress and in a flash, you were lying on the bed and he was towering over you instead. Sticking his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a condom and threw it at you.Â
âOpen it.âÂ
Holding the wrapper between your teeth, you ripped it open as fast as you could, earning a tutting noise from Jeonghan.Â
âY/n, you could make a hole like that.âÂ
You stared at him blankly, like you were supposed to understand what he was saying when he was standing there with his pants discarded, stroking himself. Your mouth was in a strange combination of being dry but also somehow almost drooling. Almost the same way you wanted him both in your mouth and rearranging your organs down under, all at once. Jeonghan chuckled at your inability to function as he gently grabbed the latex from you and rolled it over his length. You shouldnât have expressed so much eagerness to have him fuck you - you couldâve felt every vein and ridge you were seeing in your mouth first but that thought dissipated the moment Jeonghan hovered over you, grabbing you by the jaw. Almost reflexively, your mouth opened for him, allowing him to slide his thumb in as you earnestly sucked it, hoping his smirk would turn into the hunger to feel your lips around him. As much as Jeonghan did tell you to ask for what you want, you had a feeling if you told him just how desperate you were to have him fuck your mouth, he would never let you live it down.Â
âI know what you want.â Jeonghan spoke under his breath as his hand trailed down your body, slipping between your legs. âBut I want this a lot more. Is that okay?âÂ
Okay? You nodded immediately - it was absolutely okay. You just wanted to be full of him one way or another. Jeonghan shook his head.
âWords baby.â He slid his thumb in, almost embarrassingly easily, as he stared at his finger disappear inside you. âAlthough this is telltale, we will do whatever you want.â He leaned over, pressing his forehead against yours. âIâll give you whatever you want.âÂ
âYou.â You breathed out, âHowever, wherever-âÂ
And the words died on your tongue when he swiftly pulled his finger out and immediately entered you, gently pushing in till he bottomed out. Chest heaving, you could feel yourself panting as your body tried to adjust to his girth. Jeonghan groaned into your ear as your walls fluttered around him, still getting accustomed to the stretch.Â
âI knew youâd feel good.âÂ
âY-yeah?â
âYou feel fucking perfect.â Jeonghan pulled back just a little, his hips setting a slow rhythm. âI could be in you forever.â
Before a proud smile could even fully form on your face, Jeonghan picked up the pace, making your lips part with a moan.Â
âIâŠ.Oh god.â You whined, trying to find your words in between his continuous strokes. âIâŠ.. didnât think you were a missionary kind of guy.âÂ
Jeonghan chuckled as he ran his hand down your leg and pulled your knee up so he could grip your thigh. âI want to see you cum.â Sighing, he bit on your lower lip, tugging it between his teeth. âI want to see how I make you feel.âÂ
âSo fucking good.â You muttered against his mouth, finding your hips moving against his on their own accord. You wanted to make him feel good so you wrapped your legs around his waist and ran your nails down his back and wow did that work like a charm because Jeonghanâs rhythm instantly faltered, as did his grip on your thigh, surely bruising it.Â
âOh Y/n,â He slipped his hand between your bodies, fingers finding your clit when you groaned at the touch. âI can play the game too.âÂ
âWhatever you do, just- fuck.â You squirmed as Jeonghan seemed to have the perfect combination of thrusts and rubbing circles. âJust donât stop.âÂ
âNever.â He groaned, continuing to make you fall apart as you felt your back arch off the mattress, toes curling in pleasure. Jeonghan latched his mouth on your bared neck, muttering, âYes, yes cum for me.âÂ
And you did, finally, after days of desiring to be railed by this man, you came around him, body keening under his weight, eyes nearly rolling back. As you slowly panted back to reality, Jeonghan, who had long pulled out of you and rolled off you onto his side, was looking at you intently. Embarrassed that this was not the first but the second time he managed to break you in minutes, you covered your face with your hands, earning Jeonghanâs laugh.Â
âWhy are you hiding?â He tried to pry your hands away, only to fail. âI didnât think it was possible for you to look more pretty but fuck you looked so beautful when you came.âÂ
âJeonghan pleaseâŠ.â Â
âPlease what?â He chuckled, shifting beside you. âIâve seen all there is to.â
You shook your head, choosing the darkness over meeting his eyes when suddenly, you felt him crawl between your legs and his mouth descend on you as he spread them apart. Considering how sensitive you were, your hands immediately flew to his head, eyes widening as he licked your arousal, looking at you victoriously.Â
âI canâtâŠ.â You muttered and he pulled away, licking his lips, sitting back on his heels. Eyes running over his flushed face and body, you noticed the marks of your nail on his bicep, and also the fact that he was still hard as ever.Â
âYou didnât finish.â You sat up, crossing your legs, only just realizing.
âI usually need a lot more than a few minutes to finish.â He pursed his lips but you knew he was trying to hold back a smile. A mocking one, at how easily you seemed to cum.Â
âThen letâs go again.â You cocked your head. ââŠ. On one condition.âÂ
âAnd what is that?âÂ
You let out a deep breath. âTake off your condom.âÂ
Jeonghanâs eyebrows shot up. âYou canât be serious.âÂ
âConsidering you sleep with a new woman every night, Iâm guessing you always use protection.âÂ
âAlways, that's an unsaid ruleâÂ
âBut Iâm not them, so their rules canât apply to me.â It was your turn to smirk. âWeâll see how long you last when you fuck me raw.âÂ
âLook at you, challenging me.â Jeonghan smiled like he was proud. âBut it's not safe Y/n-âÂ
âWhatâs life without a little recklessness?â You rolled your eyes earning Jeonghanâs laugh. âBesides, that condom probably already has a hole from my teeth so-âÂ
âSo Iâll grab another one.âÂ
âYoon Jeonghan, if you leave this bed, this ends.â You crossed your arms. âYour choice.âÂ
âYouâre not giving me much of a choice really.âÂ
âI know.â You grinned. âNow might also be a good time to add that though I might not be one of your regular nightly encounters, you should know that I heard you almost every night.â You let your voice go softer. âAnd I liked itâŠ.. A lot.âÂ
Finally, finally, Jeonghanâs expression darkened the way you wanted it to. âI suspected.âÂ
âAnd Iâm confirming.â You shrugged. âAnd by the way, I also have an IUD so Iâm not sure what youâre waiting for.âÂ
Jeonghan paused for a minute before he finally spoke. âOn your knees.âÂ
You shook your head, extending your hand and pulling his condom off, tossing the latex in a nearby bin. âIn my mouth.âÂ
âI donât think so, princess.â Jeonghan not so gently pushed you back into the mattress, your back barely hitting it before he flipped you over and pulled you onto your knees. âI prefer blowjobs as a wake up call. This time of the night, I like to prove bratty girls wrong.âÂ
You laughed, looking over your shoulder. âBut I want to see your face when I prove you wrong.âÂ
Knowing exactly what you wanted, Jeonnghan sighed before lying down on his back next to you, allowing you to move over and straddle him.Â
âMy bet is 9 minutes.â You ran your hand down his chest. âI donât think you can last till double digits.âÂ
âWe both know you wonât last even half of that Y/n-â He smirked. â-given your track record.âÂ
Deciding to prove him wrong with actions not words, you aligned his tip under you and sank down his length with a slow, deep moan. The stretch in this new angle felt different but it also let you take him further in, deeper than you had even imagined it was possible.Â
Maybe Jeonghan was right about you breaking first. Given the way he made you feel so full, the way you felt every inch of his bare length in your insides, you knew it was only a matter of time.Â
Or maybe not. Evidently, this was the first time Jeonghan was ever fucking someone raw. You could tell by the way he sounded with every drag of your walls against his dick - the struggling breathy moans that he was trying not to let out as you picked up the pace.Â
You knew if you chose to grind your hips against his, it would help reach those spots in you a whole lot better, sending waves of pleasure through your body but you were determined to make Jeonghan cum first. Thatâs why you supported yourself with your palms on his chest, moving your hips up and down along his length and momentarily, Jeonghan gripped your waist tight, encouraging you to move just like that. At least until he realised he was getting too close to cumming and too close to losing. Changing strategy, he grabbed and squeezed your boobs instead, trying to ignore his own approaching high. When you responded with a whimper, satisfied, he dragged his hand down, bringing attention to your ignored clit.Â
âThatâs cheating.â You panted, throwing your head back, feeling the coil tighten in your stomach.Â
Jeonghan snickered, shaking his head, refusing to stop his ministrations. If there was one thing he always took pride in, it was his ability to capitalize on every womanâs weakness - her clit.Â
Though you were feeling your legs shake and your arms were struggling to hold your weight, you didnât stop, ignoring your breaths which were getting fast and shallow.Â
Jeonghan however, immediately picked up on it, reaching for your wrist and pulling you, making you fall over, onto him.Â
âHey,â He tried to get a good look at your face. âYou okay?âÂ
âTired.â You mumbled. âIâve never been on top.âÂ
âLet me.â He whispered, dropping a kiss on your cheek as you nodded.Â
Grabbing your ass with both his hands he raised it, guiding your movements and snapping his hips up at the same time. You on the other hand, let him have his way with you, busying yourself, alternating leaving marks all over his neck and shoulder and moaning sweetly into his ear. Both things seemed to rile him effectively as his pace became merciless and erratic, pounding into you the way you had only dreamed of for days. With a few more rough thrusts, you felt your walls tighten around him as the coil in you finally snapped and thanks to your tight constriction around his length, Jeonghan too came inside you, ropes of white filling you as he groaned in your ear.Â
As the two of you slowly came down from your high, Jeonghan wrapped his arms around you, dropping a sweet kiss in your hair. You snuggled into his neck, ignoring the feeling of your mixed releases leaking out of you.Â
âThat was definitely more than 9 minutes.â Jeonghan pointed out.Â
âI lasted more than half.âÂ
âSo neither of us won?â Jeonghan hummed.
You pulled yourself up, looking at him. âOr maybeâŠ. we need round three to decide.âÂ
âYou read my mind.â He smirked, quickly flipping you onto your back, ignoring your shriek of surprise as he hovered over you. The night was still so so young.
Day 10 of 10Â
By the time you came around, the night had passed and the sun had begun to rise. No wonder it felt a whole lot warmer even though you were butt naked, covered by just a thin blanket thrown over you. It was the morning sun and also Jeonghan, who was comfortably snuggled in your arms, his breath soft against the crook of your neck. As you shifted from him just a little, trying to glance at his beautiful face, he pulled away, grumbling as he rolled onto his back, still fast asleep. Raising yourself on your elbow, you glanced at him.Â
Last night wasâŠ..something. You never really admitted to yourself in the last few days that you had thought about sleeping with Jeonghan a few hundred times, but now you did and you also had to admit that it was nowhere how you thought it would have gone. Maybe rounds two, three, four and how many ever that followed did match up to that but somehow, it was round one that was playing in your mind. The unexpected softness from him, the way he was looking into your eyesâŠ.. It all felt a bit strange. Like it was something you would do.Â
On the other hand, the wild person you expected Jeonghan to be, ended up coming out of you. The kinds of things you said? The kinds of things you did? It was so uncharacteristic yetâŠ.. It didnât feel wrong. In fact, in a very long time, you were feeling strangely liberated. Like there was no fairytale ending written for you and surprisingly you didnât mind that.Â
But speaking of happy endingsâŠ..
You determinedly pulled away your blanket covering Jeonghan, glancing at how his boxers were on again. Maybe he put them on after you had promptly passed out last night, completely worn out and exhausted, just the way he seemed to have cleaned you up before tucking you in. Pulling your hair up into a bun, you got between his legs, pulling down the elastic of his underwear, taking his dick into your hands. Surprisingly, Jeonghan didnât stir awake, or even move an inch so you promptly began stroking it, quickening your movements, especially when you slowly felt him harden under your touch. It was only when you spat in your hand and began to jerk him off more steadily that he finally came around, eyes slowly blinking open.Â
âFirst thing in the morning?â He smiled sleepily. âYouâre insatiable.âÂ
âRise and shine.â You grinned. âSomeone said something about a wake up call.âÂ
âI said Iâd like your mouth.â He tucked his hand below his head looking at you with what you could only comprehend as a mix of lust and fondness.Â
Smiling, you got down on your stomach, wrapping your mouth around his tip eliciting a shaky breath from him. You pulled back with a wet pop and the lick of the lips. âAnd it's all yours.âÂ
Jeonghan chuckled, whispering, âYouâre going to be the end of me princess.âÂ
Little did he know.... you actually were.Â
The warm water on your skin was much needed after an unexpectedly long morning. Actually, it was very much expected considering the way you woke Jeonghan up. It was only natural that he would return the favor to the best of his abilities and that somehow spiraled from one thing to another, causing morning to turn into afternoon. Your stomach let out a low rumble, reminding you that you were hungry and that you should have put water to boil so you could make some ramyeon for lunch. You knew Jeonghan particularly enjoyed soggy noodles and it was also the quickest meal you could have given how much energy was exhausted in the last 12 or so hours.
As you stepped out of the shower, dried yourself and slipped into a comfortable pair of clothes, conspicuously leaving the top two buttons open, you found Jeonghan standing in the kitchen behind the stove.Â
âYou put the water to boil?â You smiled relieved. âThank god-âÂ
âYou kidnapped me?â Jeonghan turned to you, eyes flashing the pain of betrayal. In his hand was his phone, the one you had safely stashed in the drawer and on the screen was a message from his assistant. One that said the money in exchange for Jeonghan was ready. âAll these days, you let me stay in your house because you were holding me for ransom?âÂ
âJeonghan I know what it looks like and I can explain-âÂ
âAll this for what? To buy your grandmotherâs shop again?âÂ
âNoâŠ.â You stepped up shaking your head. âI didnât even know about the shop till you were with me. Jeonghan, I didnât do this for money-âÂ
âI should have known when your mother said she had no brother.â Jeonghan shook his head like he couldnât believe himself. âKeeping me here as a twisted revenge for your incarcerated uncle, why did I overlook how stupid that was?â
âOkay that was a lie, but I didnât make it up.â You tried to hold his hand, but he pulled away hurtfully. âJeonghan, it was the boysâŠ. I just went with whatever they told me to do. Things just turned out this way, none of us planned for it to happen andâŠ. I wasnât going to go through with this plan anyways, I was going to call it off today-âÂ
âWhy?â Jeonghan looked at you impassively. âWhat changed in 10 days?âÂ
You blinked at him, words lost. âIâŠ.. I got to know you. I saw who you could be if you distanced yourself from all that crime and lived a normal life. I always believe people deserve a second chance and I thought so do you. And we didnât even get a first chance-âÂ
You turned at the sound of the doorbell before glancing at the clock. A part of you wanted to ignore it and clear the air with Jeonghan but when it rang urgently again, you sighed, turning to him.Â
âI think itâs the boys, Iâm sorry, just give me a second.âÂ
Rushing, you half ran over to the door quickly opening it, shaking your head. âGuys, things are a mess-âÂ
But it seemed like the bigger mess had in fact just arrived. Standing before you was the one person you did not want to see, especially now - Bohyun.Â
âW-what are you doing here? And how did you even find me?âÂ
Uninvited, Bohyun stepped in walking past you. âYour motherâŠ.â He turned to you, clearing his throat. âI assumed when you left that you had gone overseas, to Paris maybe, your dream city. But your mother said she met you and your new boyfriend so I figured you were in town and considering how your grandmother moved in with your mom, I guessed that you would be here.â He looked at you painfully. âIs⊠Is it true? Do you actually have a boyfriend now?âÂ
âBohyunâŠ.â You ran your fingers through your hair stressed. There was too much going on at once. Your past and your potential future were at crossroads you had never imagined. âI donât know what to tell you-âÂ
âMaybe try telling the truth Y/n.â Jeonghan walked out of the kitchen, his hands stuffed in his pockets. âDonât you think itâs time?âÂ
âYouâŠ.â Bohyunâs eyes widened as they fell on Jeonghan and he immediately stepped back, pulling you behind him. âYouâre Yoon Jeonghan.âÂ
âFinally.â Jeonghan scoffed. âSomeone knows.âÂ
âY/n, I donât know what this man has been telling you but he is a criminal.â Bohyun looked at you over his shoulder. âHis posters are all over the city, heâs wanted by the cops-âÂ
âShe knows.â Jeonghan's voice shook, just a little. âShe knows exactly who I am and exactly what Iâm worth.âÂ
âJeonghan please-âÂ
âYou know?â Bohyun turned to you, shocked. âYou know who he is and you chose to be with him?âÂ
âBohyunâŠ. y-you have no idea whatâs going on here.âÂ
âOh I do.â He let out a breath like this was all ridiculous. âYouâre so desperate for a man, that you would throw yourself at literally anyone-âÂ
And before he could ever complete that sentence, Jeonghan turned him by the shoulder and landed a hard punch straight at his jaw.
âJeonghan!âÂ
As Bohyun stumbled, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he snarled at the other man, throwing a punch on his own, straight in his midriff, making him buckle over. As the two men furiously threw hands, bruising and bleeding, you stood frozen, unable to watch them or stop them. Before you knew it though, within minutes, Jeonghan had Bohyun on his knees, the latter struggling to keep his eyes open, just one blow away from being knocked out. As Jeonghan raised his hand, you quickly put yourself between the two men.Â
âJeonghan no.âÂ
âDid you not hear the way he spoke about you?â He looked uncharacteristically furious, breathing hard. âHow dare he-âÂ
âThatâs between Bohyun and I. You shouldnât have come in between.âÂ
Jeonghan lowered his hand, looking at you like he was jolted. Standing up staggering, Bohyun wiped the blood from his mouth, hissing.
âYou heard her. Clearly, she picks me.â He smiled victoriously. âThe only place you belong is in jail, you bastard, where the fuck is my phone-âÂ
âY/n, after all heâs done to you, youâre really siding with him?âÂ
âJeonghan, I think you should leave.â Your voice left you in a soft whisper as he looked at you unbelievably hurt. âPlease justâŠ. itâs best that you go.âÂ
Tearing his eyes away from you, Jeonghan let out a shaky breath before slowly nodding. âIf thatâs what you want.âÂ
And with that, without so much as sparing you a glance, he walked past you and out of your house as you watched him disappearing from your sight. When you finally let out the breath you were holding, Bohyun put his arm around your shoulder.Â
âI knew you still loved me.â He rubbed your arm. âYou and I were always meant to be, sweetheart.âÂ
Tongue in your cheek you sighed before removing Bohyunâs arm from around you. Turning to him, with everything you had in your being, you slapped him right across the face. Bohyun stumbled at the impact, looking shell shocked.Â
âThe only thing you and I are, is over.â You spat, the words bitter in your mouth. âHow could you even think of coming back to me?âÂ
âBabe-âÂ
âDon't call me that.â You pushed him away. âYou're right. I always did choose you. I always put you above me, but you? Forget loving me, you didn't have the minimum decency to respect me.â
âY/n, I said sorry, I really am sorry.â
âMe too.â You stood your ground. âIâm sorry to myself. I'm sorry I gave you the chance to push me around like this. I'm sorry I didn't stand up for myself sooner. But I'm done now. I won't be making the same mistakes.â
âY/nâŠ.â Bohyun held your arm softer than he ever had in the many years you were together. âI know I was wrong. The last few months without you weren't the same, I realised how bad I was to you and how much I need you please don't do this. Please come backâŠ..what we had was so good-âÂ
âGood for you Bohyun, but not good enough for me.â You pulled your arm away. âI won't take you back this time, or ever. We're done for good.âÂ
Bohyun stared at the floor, coming to terms with your words.
âIt's because of Yoon Jeonghan isn't it?â His voice turned into a nasty snarl. âYou would choose a criminal over me-â
âYou still don't get it, do you?â You looked at him with disbelief. âIt's not him I choose, it's myself.âÂ
âBut-âÂ
âI'm done explaining. I don't owe you anymore conversation, I didn't even owe you this.â You sighed, walking up to the door, holding it open. âGet out of my house.â
Bohyun tried to meet your eye as he slowly walked up to you while you refused to so much as look at him. When he realised you were not going to change your mind, he stepped out of the house and you closed the door behind him with a resounding slam. Holding your racing heart you leaned against it, unable to believe what you just did.Â
Something in you felt free yet your heart was strangely heavy - you got rid of Bohyun but you lost Jeonghan in the process. Unwilling to give him up, you quickly grabbed your jacket and phone and rushed out of the house, calling your friends. Hopefully he hadn't gotten too far.Â
You needed to see him again. You needed to tell him everything truthfully.
As the night sky darkened, you walked into your apartment slowly, finding yourself alone in it after days.
You didnât find Jeonghan anywhere. When you told the boys about all that happened, they were beyond understanding, immediately helping you look for him too. But alas, he was nowhere to be found.Â
As you sank into the couch, heartbroken over how things ended between you two, Seungkwan's message popped on your phone screen.Â
Y/n, I think you should see the news.
Panicking, you grabbed your remote and turned on the TV only to see your worst nightmare - Jeonghan being handcuffed and led away by the cops.Â
âMafia criminal and mastermind Yoon Jeonghan surrendered a few hours ago to the city police force after nearly 15 days of absconding. The precise reason for why he turned himself in and where he was all this while is unknown but the police are investigating the case. Yoon Jeonghan escaped prison on the 15th of August after tricking two security guards with a severe stomach ache and requesting for medical assistanceâŠ..âÂ
The rest of the words faded away as you watched the footage of Jeonghan being escorted away. The pain of betrayal was still flashing in his eyes. Everything was truly over.
10 days later.Â
Jeonghan leaned against the wall of his cell, staring into the darkness. He knew it was well into the night but sleep wasn't coming to him as always. Every time he closed his eyes, he could only see you, every time he opened them he instinctively looked for you - you refused to get out of his head.Â
When Jeonghan saw you for the first time, admittedly he thought you were incredibly beautiful but he saw you as more of a conquest - you had that sweet, innocent expression but there was something darker lingering behind your eyes. It made him want to tease it out of you, expose you for what you really were but with each day, when he saw how simple and soft you were, that desire in him died. In his world everything was as corrupt as could be and you were so good to him, Jeonghan knew that little uncommon goodness had to be preserved, remain untouched. That's why though he itched to get under your skin, he tried his best to keep his distance.
That was of course until you decided to kiss him - after that Jeonghan knew keeping his hands off you was the hardest thing he ever had to do. It wasnât just because he was uncharacteristically attracted to you, normally it was girls in skin tight leather pants and low neck dresses that caught his attention but because heâŠâŠliked you. He liked watching you work, he liked spending time with you, he liked the idea of a quiet, uneventful life with you. He had spent all his life chasing something that made him feel complete, not even knowing what it was, until those 10 days with you - that was what he wanted.Â
But clearly you didnât want him. Though he was unable to accept it at the moment, eventually, he believed you when you said it was never your intention to kidnap him. When he discovered his ringing phone in the drawer due to his assistantâs consistent calling and found out that his price was a hundred thousand dollars Jeonghan was beyond hurt. But you were right - you didnât know about your grandmotherâs shop until the last few days. His assistant too confirmed that it was more the boy's plan than yours and that it was definitely not intentional because it was so poorly made that thanks to his phone, his assistant knew Jeonghan's location the whole time - he was only letting the boys get away with it so Jeonghan had a safe place to hide till things fell in place.
Regardless of everything that happened, it still didnât mean that you wanted him. Especially when that ex of yours came into your life yet again and you so easily asked him to leave - Jeonghan received the message loud and clear. He was not wanted.Â
By you at least. The city police definitely wanted him and he knew he had to be on the run yet again but with a part of him left behind in your home, he didnât know how he was supposed to move away and move on. All he could do was hopelessly wish that you had left a part of you with him too and didnât always just appear before him like a figment of his imagination. Even now his eyes were playing tricks, showing him the image of you crouched outside his cell bars. You were wearing a police uniform though - Jeonghan softly chuckled. Roleplay was a new element in his imagination.Â
Or not.Â
Because as Jeonghan stared harder, expecting the mirage of you to disappear, you smiled at him with a small wave and the whisper of his nameâŠ..You were actually here.Â
Panicking, Jeonghan quickly got to his feet rushing towards you. As his fingers touched your face, confirming your presence, he shook his head.Â
âOh noâŠ. Y/n, what are you doing here?âÂ
âHello to you too.â You chuckled. âAnd what do you mean? Iâm here to rescue you.âÂ
âRescue me?âÂ
You nodded. âWeâre gonna break out of this prison.âÂ
âYouâre insane.â You grinned as Jeonghan looked at you with disbelief. âYou shouldnât even be here and I canât run away from here-âÂ
âYou did it last time.âÂ
âPrecisely why. The security is at an all time high, theyâre not going to let the same mistake happen twice.âÂ
âYou think I donât know that?â You raised your eyebrows at him. âWhy do you think it took me 10 days to come to you? I was doing my research and figuring out how to get you out of here, and I have found a foolproof way.âÂ
Jeonghan narrowed his eyes. âAnd what is that?â
âJust follow my lead.â You pulled out a pair of keys from your pocket, opened his cell door and thrust a package into his hand as you walked in. âChange into this quickly. We only have 17 minutes till the security footage is on loop. We need to get out of here before that.âÂ
As he confusedly dressed himself, you pulled out a can of spray paint from your pocket and scribbled a message on the wall, one that Jeonghan could barely read thanks to the dimness of the cell. Tossing the can aside, you too quickly stripped out of your uniform and changed into clothes similar to Jeonghanâs.
âDonât stare, Yoon.â You smiled, pulling your hair into a bun, tucking it under the hat. âThis is not the first or last time youâre gonna see me naked.âÂ
As Jeonghan tried to process all the information, you quickly gathered all the discarded clothes with one hand and held his hand with the other, rushing out of the cell. At the end of the corridor was a cleaning cart in which you promptly dumped all the clothes and asked him to follow you. As you led the way to the washrooms cautiously, keeping an eye on the patrolling security, Jeonghan realised the two of you were wearing the uniforms of the cleaning staff. Finally, you led him to a ladies washroom, promptly locking it behind you.Â
âY/n, what are we doing-âÂ
âLook, thatâs the cleaning supplies closet, inside it is a door that leads to the older wing of this prison that is now undergoing renovation. This door was supposed to be locked from the other side but I already broke it open in the morning.âÂ
âMorning?âÂ
âI came in with a bunch of medical volunteers for the camp but I never left the premises - Iâve been hiding here all day. Now weâve to get through this door and cross the construction site without being seen by the patrolling guards in-â You glanced at your watch. â-8 minutes where the boys are waiting with transport. If we donât, the guards are gonna figure out youâre missing and security will tighten and we will never be able to get out. If you have any other questions, I promise Iâll answer all of them once we get in the car, okay?âÂ
Letting out an unsure breath, Jeonghan nodded, following through with your plan to the T. In all the years Jeonghan had been in crime, he had drawn up several heists and master plans but thisâŠ.. This was probably the most meticulous and well thought out plan he had ever seen. It was to the point it actually both impressed and terrified him that you, the girl who was hiding behind her three friends the first time he tried to talk to you, were the one who came up with it. When the two of you finally stepped out of the last fence, Jeonghan looked back at prison in awe - he thought this time, he was back here for good but when you called out his name and he turned to you, Jeonghan knew the only place he belonged was with you.Â
As the two of you trudged through the woods, hand in hand, sirens began to go off in the prison behind you, making you pick up speed, only stopping at the sight of a white car and a white bike beside the very stressed Seokmin, Seungkwan and Soonyoung. The boys sighed in relief as the two of you approached, quickly giving you two a new set of clothes to change into, ushering you into the car. As the two of you began to do so yet again, Jeonghan looked at you intently.Â
âCome on Jeonghan, the faster we move from here the better.âÂ
âWhy did you do this? Why did you save me?âÂ
âWhy did you surrender?âÂ
âBecauseâŠ.â Jeonghan sighed. âI didnât want your ex to have the power over you with the information that you were housing a criminal. But if I was already in their custody, they wouldnât really care about where I was on the days I was missing.âÂ
You smiled at him softly. âSo much from a guy who didnât understand what it meant to put others before yourself.âÂ
âI told you, you bring out the best in me.â He laughed. âEvidently, I do bring out the worst in you. This was the most badass thing ever, I wouldâve never imagined you would do it.âÂ
âWell, someone did tell me I shouldnât be afraid to ask or go for what I want.â You leaned back against the door. âIâm done sitting and taking whatever life hands me with the hope that it will be my fairytale ending. Iâm gonna take things into my own hands now.âÂ
âSuccessfully you mean.â Jeonghan smirked at you. âYou had been trying to take things in your hands for quite a while. Like the first few days you tried so hard to get me arrested again?âÂ
âYou knew about that??âÂ
âIt was cute, how you were trying to do the right thing. I should have known you would have never held me hostage for money.âÂ
âI was going to tell you about it before things spiraled. I had to get you out of my house first so you were at least safe from Bohyun, even if that meant you hated me.âÂ
âI donât hate you.â Jeonghan confessed. âI never can. You showed me what I truly wanted from life.âÂ
âAs did you. Which is why I ended things with Bohyun once and for all and now Iâm here with you, for whatever adventure it is thatâs ahead of us.âÂ
âAdventure?â Jeonghan looked at you surprised. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âI managed to track down your assistant when I received the papers that I apparently own my grandmother's shop again.â Jeonghan returned your accusatory expression with a sheepish one. âHe told me that the last many days, he had been working on liquidating your assets. He also managed to arrange for you to get out of the country and go elsewhere.â You smiled at him. âAnd I convinced him to let me tag along with you."
âNoâŠ..â Jeonghan shook his head. âNo youâre not leaving behind your life here and following me around-âÂ
âJeonghan, I have no life here.â You sighed. âI always thought I was the kind who wanted something safe and secure but you made me see that deep down Iâve been craving for something more, something stimulating and exciting. I genuinely do want to go with you.âÂ
âYour mom?âÂ
âIs more than happy to learn that her daughter is going to Milan to explore her fashion dreams and that my grandmother can move back to her old apartment.âÂ
âYouâŠ.. Youâre really sure?âÂ
âNever been more sure.â You reached for his hand, holding it. Jeonghan stroked the back of your hand softly, a smile growing on his face. It did seem like he wanted to say something, until Soonyoung knocked on the window urgently, ushering you out. Putting on the last of your clothes, the two of you stepped out.Â
âIf the guards send people out to look for Jeonghan, we might get caught here.â Seokmin tapped his foot nervously.Â
âYeah, we need to leave as soon as possible.â Seungkwan added, looking equally scared.Â
âRelax,â You rolled your eyes. âTheyâre not going to find us. Theyâre not even going to try to look.âÂ
All four boys looked at you skeptically but it was Jeonghan that spoke up, âY/n, What did you write on that wall?âÂ
âFool you once, shame on you. Fool you twice, more shame for you.â You shrugged, quoting yourself. âI basically wrote in short that if they knew what was good for them, they would keep their mouth shuts and allow the public to think you were still in their captivity rather than admit that you fooled them twice in the span of a month and they are incapable of keeping their prisoners in check. I might have also added that you will not be creating any trouble anymore, rest assured, this secret is best buried in the walls of the prison itself.âÂ
As your friends stared at you with hung jaws, Jeonghan laughed like he couldnât believe his ears. âWho are you?âÂ
âYou shouldâve seen her the last 10 days.â Soonyoung mumbled. âAll the planning, the plotting, she even stitched all these uniforms from scratch, it was low-key terrifying.âÂ
âI want to know all the details of this master plan.â Jeonghan looked proud. âEvery single one of them.âÂ
âAnd you will, we have a long journey to Italy.â You clapped your hands, then held it out to Seugnkwan. ïżœïżœïżœBike keys.âÂ
âYou donât want the car?âÂ
âBike is more fun.â You said casually, reaching for the helmets. âAnd Iâm going to drive.âÂ
Jeonghan raised his eyebrow impressed, âSo the princess is going to rescue me on her big whiteâŠ. bike.âÂ
âGuess we got our fairytale ending after all.â You laughed, getting on as your friends rolled their eyes and got into the car. Pulling Jeonghan closer, you finally kissed him, before mumbling against his lips. âOr I guess this time, Iâm really kidnapping a mafia boss.âÂ
a/n - I cannot explain how much trouble the 1000 blocks per post limit caused. I hope the spacing inconsistency was overlooked oops! Don't forget to leave you thoughts and opinions about the story! This one took a lot of time and effort to make :)
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Avo please đ do the DP&W fandom some justice.
Please please give us a Deadpool and Logan Eiffel Tower fic (or just headcanons whatever works best for you đ)
rated e. smut & fluff. minors dni.
There are ups and downs to all aspects of the relationship, you suppose.Â
The downs tend to be pretty dramatic: Wade says something thoughtless, or goading, or just plain irritating, and Logan tends to react⊠explosively. The snik of claws appearing has become a sort of soundtrack to your day. Usually you can intercede in time to calm tensions down but when you canât, well, they usually end up breaking not only each otherâs bones but the furniture too.Â
At least you only buy the flat-pack stuff.Â
Youâll inevitably tell them both off and force them to repair whatâs been smashed, and after a couple of hours and a few drinks theyâre in each otherâs good books again: Wade is cursing at the SKOGSTA and Logan is trying to suppress an affectionate smile behind a beer.Â
But when itâs good? Man, itâs fucking great. The three of you have an unmatched synergy. A lot of your friends are jealous of how easy things are for you, how the pieces just sort of fell into normalcy after your time in the Void. Your favourite place to be is with your legs slung up over Loganâs thighs on the sofa, face buried in your mercenaryâs lap, some shitty movie on that Wade keeps trying to guess the twist to.Â
And then there are nights like tonight, nights where brief touches throughout the day evolve into caresses evolve into gropes. Inevitably youâre thrown onto the bed, and itâs not much of a wait before one of you is between the others.Â
Tonight itâs your turn to be spoiled.Â
Loganâs hands dig into your hips so hard youâre scared his claws will flick out. Actually, scratch that, youâre not scared; the idea of it makes you so wet youâre pretty sure he can feel it on his cock. You love it when he loses control. He slams into you even harder when you let out a choked-off little moan, your pleasure only beckoning the beast out further.Â
Wade cups your jaw in his hand, angling it open a little further so he can press deeper into your throat. When heâs happy with the angle he slides his grip down to your neck so he can feel himself fucking you there.Â
âFuck, arenât you a pretty sight, baby?â he hums, running his thumb around the seam of your lips where drool starts to spill. âYou should see the way youâre taking his cock. People would pay by the hour to watch that.â He tilts his head to the side, a thought taking root. âHmm, actually, thatâs not a bad idea. Think thereâs a market for mutant porn? Nightcrawler must have an OnlyFans, right?â
You slap his thigh to get his attention back. This is why you like him in the middle. Logan can keep his mouth occupied with his thick cock, you can fuck him with your favourite strap. Either way itâs difficult for him to talk.Â
You do find it pretty endearing though, all things considered. Bastard, you think, lovingly.Â
Logan growls, and for a second youâre not sure if itâs in agreement or aggravation. Luckily heâs quick to clarify.Â
âHeâs right. You take me so fucking well. Pretty fucking pussy was made for me. Us,â he mutters, voice so gravelly it could pave a driveway. You moan around Wadeâs dick at his filthy mouth, clutching the sheets so tight they threaten to rip as he doubles his pace. His cock pistons in and out of you making a wet sound which fills the bedroom and youâd be embarrassed if you werenât so fucking turned on. With every thrust youâre pushed forward, taking Wade so far down your throat that your eyes start to water.Â
Messy and desperate is how they like you, and you kinda agree with them.Â
Then Loganâs movement pauses for a second, something you know only happens when heâs been met with something totally astounding.Â
âWha⊠Wade, Iâm not gonna give you a fucking high five.â
You pull back, looking to see where Wade is lowering his hand, pouting.Â
âCome on, Peanut. You know you want to.â
âWade, what the fuck?â you ask. âDonât be weird about this, Iâll bite your dick off.â
âOkay well you did that before and it made me cum, so thatâs not the threat you think it is, sweetheart. Besides this right here? This is the best thing ever. Just wanted to find some camaraderie with my boo in the moment. Câmon, you wonât leave me hanging, will you?â
He holds his hand out to you, and you pause for a moment - well aware Logan is still balls deep inside your soaking cunt - before giving in and slapping it. Yeah. This is pretty great, to be fair. Wade pumps his fist in triumph.Â
âKnew it! You never let me down. Not even after the dick biting.â
âYou actually asked for that, honey.â
âI did! Iâm known for my fat ass and incredible ideas.â
A noise makes the two of you turn around. Itâs Logan, but, contrary to your expectations, heâs not angry. Heâs laughing. Itâs a noise neither of you are used to, especially not during sex. He tries to hide the smile on his rugged features and starts gently rocking his hips back into a rhythm inside of you.Â
âYouâre both ridiculous,â he says, fondly. You exchange a look with Wade, both jubilant.Â
Yeah, you are ridiculous - and he fits right in.
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Cocky Tornado Wrangler â Tyler Owens (smut)
Finally watching Twisters tonight. My poor aunt who has to listen to me gush about our husband. Thank you so much for the love on my other Tyler fic, I hope y'all will love this just as much. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: There are many things (y/n) would prefer to having to share a room with the man she hates. But does she really hate him? Or will the bed they share be enough to push them closer together?
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), piv, enemies to lovers, lots of teasing
Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem!reader (3.8k words)
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me.â Her voice dripped with exhaustion, eyes tired and ready to flutter shut any moment now. But fuck, she couldnât give in just yet, had to fight yet another battle with the self proclaimed tornado wrangler who was staring down at her with his signature smirk glued to his lips.
The smirk he wore in every video of his. Videos she watched whenever they were uploaded to his channel. Not that sheâd ever tell Tyler that. And god forbid heâd ever stumble upon the saved favourites she watched in moments where she needed distraction from everything but him.Â
âWell, seems like your prayers were answered, pretty. An EF4 and now we get to share a room, certainly feels like weâre even closer to heaven now, doesnât it?â Tylerïżœïżœs hand found her waist to give it a soft squeeze before he gently pushed her further into the motel room. It had been an exhausting day, filled with adrenaline highs as they chased tornadoes until the late evening. Even though they had been mesmerised by the beautiful disaster, they were now forced to stay in one of the close towns, cut off from the highway heading home.Â
âI can take the couch.â She had her eyes set on the rather worn out couch which had been pushed against one of the walls that were painted in a faded out pink colour. The whole room made her feel like she was back at her grandparents home, letting an almost melancholic feeling settle in the pit of her stomach.Â
âYou sure you donât wanna share? The bedâs big enough, or I could take the couch.â Tyler hung up his still wet hat before placing his bag down on the bed. (Y/n) watched him take in the room, giving her a few seconds to curse him for wearing a white shirt that now clung to his muscular upper body. His back muscles were shining through the wet fabric, letting her get lost in the thoughts of how it must feel to brush her nails along his soft skin. Thoughts that shot heat straight down to her core, knowing that sheâd have to take care of that cursed longing in the shower.Â
âIn your dreams, Owens, and we both know you wonât fit on that couch.â His raspy laugh left her grinning, unable to stop her tired face from reacting to the man (y/n) claimed she hated and yet needed to feel close at any given chance.Â
âTrust me, baby, my dreams are all about sharing a bed with you and so much more.â With a wink thrown her way, Tyler plopped down on the bed. He studied her for a moment, taking in her wet frame while his tongue kissed his teeth and his muscular arms were locked behind his head. She needed to get out of here, needed to find shelter in the warm shower before her body would do something she couldnât stop it from doing.Â
âIâll grab a quick shower.â (Y/n) didnât wait for his reply, darting for the bathroom that was just big enough for her to let go of a deep breath.Â
She hated that she had dreamt of moments like these, wondering how it may play out with Tyler by her side, having to share a bed while the world outside was ending. And all theyâd have eyes for would be one another, no matter how many tornadoes called for them.Â
Within seconds, (y/n) had shuffled out of her wet clothes only to step into the small shower. She couldnât stop her soft moan from leaving her as the warm water cascaded down her back as if it were hugging her. The silence she was now offered forced her thoughts back to the longing she couldnât shake, the need to take care of the pulsing between her thighs that grew stronger with every passing moment.Â
Her fingers moved quickly, knowing that she didnât have much time before Tyler would disturb her peace, desperate for a shower himself. With her teeth buried in her lower lip, (y/n) let her fingers circle her pulsing bundle, imaging Tylerâs fingers instead of her own.Â
Would he touch her with the same kind of urgency? Would he draw the same moans from her she oh so desperately wanted to give in to? No, he wouldnât. Heâd make her feel things she had never felt before, clashing through her like a tornado stronger than she had ever been fortunate enough to study. Tyler Owens was her own personal disaster and she was close to letting him rip her off her feet, close to allowing him to have his way with her without being able to protest.Â
âFuck,â the word rolled off her tongue all too quickly, knowing that she was already close to giving in to her high. (Y/n) didnât pay the ache in her forearm any mind, didnât worry about the way her fingers begged her to move slower, all she was focused on were her thoughts that painted a picture of Tyler and the way heâd touch her.
And with her head rolled back and her lips tightly pressed together, she came. (Y/n) let her orgasm wash through her, rubbing her pulsing bundle a few more times before her tired body found its way out of the shower.
It took her a second to realise that she hadnât taken any clean clothes with her, drawing yet another exhausted groan from her. Carefully, she opened the door, hiding behind her towel while her eyes found Tylerâs frame. No longer was he wearing his shirt, exposing his muscular upper body to her eyes which tried to burn every inch of his naked skin into her mind.Â
âTyler,â her soft voice drew his eyes from his phone. âDo you have a shirt I can borrow?â
She expected a snarky comment, anything to tease her and rile her up some more, but Tyler stayed quiet, eyes focused on the parts of her body that werenât covered by the door or her towel. (Y/n) could have sworn that he had swallowed heavily first before rising to his feet to reach for his bag. His eyes stayed glued to her while he reached a shirt out for her to take, letting his fingers brush against hers for a moment.Â
It was cheesy almost, the buzz of lighting striking her at the small contact. A touch so small and yet so significant, her mind would probably think of it for days and nights to come.
With a small âthank youâ rolling off her tongue, (y/n) stepped back into the bathroom to put on the shirt, grateful that it was long enough to cover her panties. Trembling legs carried her back into the room, not daring to look at Tyler, whose eyes she felt on her frame. No words were spoken between them as he pushed past her into the bathroom, allowing (y/n) to deeply exhale the second she was left alone once again.Â
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The moments after Tyler had returned from the shower, wearing nothing but boxers that clung to his body just as tightly as his wet shirt had, had been filled with a tight atmosphere. Barely any words had been shared between them, not as she had made herself comfortable on the couch, not as he had turned off the light while stretching out on the bed.
She had turned her back to him to stop her eyes from wandering, knowing that no matter how tired she was, her mind wouldnât let her rest. Not when he was so close to her. Not when she heard his uneven breaths that told her he was still awake. Not when she could easily move closer to feel him pressed against her.Â
What was he thinking of? Was he still riled up by todayâs chase? Or was he also thinking of those moments where he had passed his shirt to her?Â
Even though she begged her body to stay calm, to not move back towards him, she lost the fight within seconds. Her front was turned towards him, letting her eyes rest on the parts of his body that werenât hidden by the blanket, making her awfully aware of how close he was to her.Â
This was unusual for them, quiet moments where neither spoke, where no teasing or bickering could be heard. Nothing but the breaths both let go of while he kept his eyes focused on the ceiling and she wasn't strong enough to look away from him just yet.
âI can feel you staring, pretty.â Tyler rolled his head towards her, eyes meeting (y/n)âs like lightning striking a tree, buzzing straight through it to set it ablaze. âWhatâs going on in that confusing mind of yours?â
âJust because youâre not smart enough to understand my thoughts it doesnât mean my mindâs confusing.â The words had left her all too quickly, drawing a gritty laugh from Tyler. A sound she loved hearing, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. A sound that left her smiling the second her ears were fortunate enough to hear it.Â
âYou wound me. Iâd say weâre a pretty good team when it comes to understanding your plans.â Heat spread through every part of her body, a heat she was all too used to by now but still didnât know how to work with. She rolled her eyes at Tyler before refocusing on his handsome features, taking in every part of the face she knew like the back of her hand.Â
Her breath hitched in her chest as he lifted the blanket, patting the spot next to him, âCome up here, I donât need you complaining about back pain tomorrow.â
(Y/n)âs body moved without holding back, crawling to the spot next to him as if she had done this numerous times before. It felt awfully right to lay next to him, to feel Tylerâs arm slowly wrap around her middle to cage her against his chest.Â
âDo you remember the first time we chased together?â She tried to stop her hand from moving as he spoke, she really did. But yet (y/n) miserably failed, unable to keep away from his soft skin any longer, needing to feel it beneath her wandering fingers as she traced slow patterns on the skin of his warm chest.Â
âI wanted to break your nose that day, god, you were even cockier back then. Do you still think people instantly recognise you when you meet them?â He shook his head with a smirk playing on his lips, tightening his grip on (y/n) as she shuffled even closer. That day was replaying in her mind every now and then, remembering how he had misjudged her for a fangirl, expecting her to almost faint when shaking his hand. And yet she hadnât known much about him, had never watched any of his videos before that day. Something Tyler hadnât taken as lightly as he should have, turning into the cocky asshole she had cursed for the past months.
âI no longer care about that, only worry about impressing you, pretty.â He pressed a kiss to her hairline before he let his eyes flicker back to the ceiling. His sharp jawline was exposed to her wandering eyes, making (y/n) awfully aware of how easily she could kiss him right now. It took everything in her not to move, to hold still as her heart picked up its beat. Whatever it was that had urged her on to fight against him these past months, it was now gone, leaving her unable to fight back and in need of something more.Â
âWe both know thatâs a lie, Owens. All you worry about is tornadoes and busty women who ask you to sign their cleavages.â Her laugh was mixed with his as he let his gaze find hers again while squeezing her side. She fought against his grip, hating that he had found her most ticklish spot that made her toss and turn against him. Tyler seemed to enjoy the sight, letting his fingers find the spot again while shifting her around to hover over (y/n). With one hand pressed to the pillow and his knees caging in her right thigh, he left her no room to move away from him.Â
âDo I hear jealousy?â His eyes wandered over her face, focusing on her lips as she fought against the need to look away. âYou know thereâs no need to be jealous, pretty. All you gotta do is give in and stop fighting our bond.âÂ
A sharp reply was burning on her tongue, and yet her body managed to win the fight, letting her fingers find the back of Tylerâs neck to pull him in for a soft kiss. He instantly replied to the touch, adding more pressure to the kiss with his body shuffling closer. It felt as if they were burning, tied together like two matches setting a petrol station ablaze, ready to alight the darkening night.Â
With every swipe of his tongue, with every moan rumbling through them, it set in further that this was finally happening, that they were finally crossing that last bridge. No longer was she set on fighting it, purely focused on Tylerâs touch and the need to feel him as close as humanly possible.Â
âTalk to me, baby, what do you want?â Her mind was torn between the kisses they kept sharing and the feeling of him growing against her thigh, telling (y/n) that he needed and wanted this as much as she did. Her fingers combed through his hair, letting her nails scratch his skin with just enough pressure to leave him tingling in excitement.Â
âEverything, I want all of you, Tyler.â Hours ago she would have cursed herself for giving in so easily, for admitting that insatiable hunger she had felt for months now. But she no longer found it in herself to care, could no longer shy away from having whatever Tyler was about to offer her. Her words drew a groan from the tall tornado wrangler who kissed his way down her throat while shifting his weight onto his knees. They held eye contact as his hands disappeared beneath the shirt of his she was wearing, finding their way straight to her chest.Â
âFuck, feels like you were made for me, every part of you.â His praises sank in like a ship hitting the ocean ground, sinking lower with every passing second, forever resting on the ground like the praises he spoke to her. Forever etched into her mind. Forever remembering the way they made her feel lightheaded and giddy.Â
Urgently he pulled the shirt over her head, set on exposing her body to his hungry eyes. Tyler let go of another groan as he looked down at her, making a silent promise that heâd have to take a picture of her in that position one of these days. He dipped his head down to suck on her nipples, making her moan for him while she spread her thighs for him. His core met hers, leaving both breathless as his clothed cock rubbed against her clothed heat â a feeling so intense, it only urged Tyler on to move further down her body.Â
âWill you let me taste you, pretty?â Only a breathless âPleaseâ left (y/n), drawing a smirk to his lips. She watched his eyes light up as he pushed her panties down her legs, looking like he was marvelling at art â art so mesmerising he couldnât stop staring.Â
âLet me make you feel good, baby.â Those were the last words Tyler spoke before his tongue brushed her folds, drawing a moan from the both of them. His arms wove their way around her thighs, keeping her pressed to him as he ate her out like a starving man, high on her taste and the sounds she made for him.Â
Nothing but moans managed to leave (y/n), getting lost in the feeling of Tyler sucking on her pulsing bundle, while he pushed two fingers into her â doing just what she had imagined him doing in the shower a while ago. He instantly managed to find that spot that made her see stars as he pressed down on it with his fingers, forcing (y/n) to choke on her sounds.
âOh god, Tyler,â he chuckled against her skin, letting the sound vibrate through every part of her. From the corner of his eyes he could see her fist the covers with her free hand, the one that wasnât buried in his hair, telling him that she was already close. And yet Tyler knew that heâd pull away soon, wanting to feel her cum around his cock like he had imagined her doing the past months.Â
Tyler had worked hard for her attention, knowing that he had fucked it up the first time they had met. She had instantly managed to push him off his high horse, bruising his ego with her sharp words he could still recite today. And yet it had only made him desperate for more, set on pulling her closer like no other woman before her.Â
âI could die a happy death between your thighs, pretty, but I need to fuck you now.â The dazy look she shot him made him feel proud, knowing that she had been about to cum on his tongue. She didnât reply, at least not with words, with nothing but a whine did she pull him towards her for another kiss. He shuffled out of his boxers, freeing his twitching cock with a few movements.Â
âLet me grab a condom.â He left her side for a moment, allowing (y/n) to sort through her thoughts which were all over the place. And yet she couldnât carry about anything but the need to feel him buried inside of her, knowing that once she knew what it feels like to have him so close, sheâd never be able to let him go again. A thought that left her torn between excitement and anxiety, unsure what was awaiting them.Â
âDo you still want this? We donât have to do this if youâre unsure, (y/n).â Tylerâs whispers ripped her out of her spiralling thoughts. She shook her head at him before pulling back in, focused on his handsome face, mustering every spot she could blindly find.Â
âI want this, want you.â Thatâs all he needed to hear before aligning himself with her heat and slowly pushing into her. With his forehead pressed against hers, both needed a moment to adjust, not expecting to feel this, unable to put the sensation into any words that would make sense to their minds. It felt like they had been made for one another, made solemnly for this moment that felt as if the world had spinning, thrown off its path.Â
âMove, please, Tyâ.â He instantly gave in, pulling out of her only to push in with more strength. Their bodies met with every ferocious thrust, sending bolts of electricity down her spine. She arched her back off the mattress, needing to be even closer to him while he kept burying himself inside of her.Â
Blood rushed in her ears, drowning everything out but the sounds Tyler made, sounds so raspy and deep she feared it was another tornado growing in the distance, guttural sounds which left her walls fluttering around his cock. Her fingernails scratched at his shoulder, set on leaving red marks that wouldnât fade for days, claiming him in the most primal way she could come up with at that moment.Â
âGod, I canât wait to fuck you like that for the rest of my life.â The words roll off his tongue just like that. There was no way he could stop them from leaving him. And for the first time in minutes she finds herself ripped out of her state, staring up at him with wide eyes. But Tyler doesnât say another word, all he does is study her while fucking her closer to the edge.Â
âDo you mean that?â She struggled to speak, needing to ground herself before choking on her words. Their eyes kept holding contact, even as he nodded his head while watching a smile grow on her slightly swollen lips. âGood, I donât want you to let me go again, Owens.â
He took the words as a challenge, adding even more pressure to his thrusts to throw (y/n) back into her dazed state. With his fingers circling her pulsing bundle, he knew that it was only a matter of moments before sheâd cum around his cock, allowing him to take in the most beautiful sight heâd ever be fortunate enough to see.Â
His name left (y/n) one last time before falling off the edge. His hips kept meeting hers, fucking her through her high while feeling his own crawling closer. She clung to him, murmuring his name like her own personal mantra as he followed her, letting go with a groan sheâd forever remember.
It took both a moment to move again, for him to pull out of her and to get rid of the condom and for her to slightly shift around on the mattress, watching his every move with her weight balanced on her forearms. Tyler found his way back to her within seconds, hovering over her to press another kiss to the lips heâd never get tired of kissing.Â
âAre you okay?â His whispers left (y/n) grinning, nodding against his lips while another wave of euphoria swapped through her.Â
âMore than.â Unspoken feelings were hanging heavily in the air, knowing that both would have to address them rather soon, but all they did was look at one another, marvelling at the person they never wanted to let go of again. âThank you for this.â
âNothing to thank me for, pretty. And hell, Iâm not even close to being finished with you tonight.â
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Ahhhhhhh!!!!
I have no words but thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!! đ Canât believe you took all my random ramblings to you and managed to fit them all together into this fic!! đ
This was so much fun to read! Giggling, kicking my feet, laughing, screaming!
So, so good! Thank you! đđ
Also I see what you did there with the gif đ I appreciate it! đđ
Promises (liveaction!Roronoa Zoro x female!reader)
Summary: Zoro and you are protective of each other đ
Warnings: cursing, violence, mentions of blood, bullying
A/N: well, this started as a request but turned out to be more of a collab?lol @smolbeandrabbles sent me the idea and the inspiration song, and helped me through it so this came out hahaha i hope you like it! This is inspired by the song "New Fears" by Lights đ„° also, there's a small time skip in the middle and the two scenes in italic are flashbacks!
'"Cause I have these new fears that carry me through
Every bullet I'm taking for you
So just hold on tight
I'll be coming, I'm coming for you, oh oh
And every night
I'll be burning, burning for you, oh oh
And I will back you up, I will show you love
I will give you all I got 'til I cannot
Hold on tight
I'm breathing, breathing for you, oh oh
It hadn't been long since you and Roronoa Zoro had started dating. That meant you were still trying to figure out this whole 'relationship' thing.
Not that it was hard, not at all. You both really liked each other, so you were willing to do anything for one another. It was just that... both being inexperienced, belonging to someone was a new adventure you were going to face together.
And it wasn't like a big effort either. Even before you were an official couple, both of you were already inseparable, ever since you joined the straw hats.
You got along like no one, you were always by each other's side and there was no one who could understand each other better. It was like you were long lost soulmates.
But... you just didn't say it?lol
Maybe you were both afraid the other one would see you only as friend? Or maybe you were just stubborn af lmao
It didn't stop you from stealing a little time with each other every now and then though đ
You specially loved your late night talks. You had lost count of how many times you went to his room (or him to yours đ) late at night just to chat.
Zoro liked asking you about your life before joining the straw hats. He loved hearing your sweet voice giggling while telling funny stories about that time.
You, on the other hand, loved when he talked about his childhood and the promise he made to his friend. The glint in his eye when he talked about that dream of his, it was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. That's when you knew Roronoa Zoro was the strongest and most determined man you had ever met and you couldn't help but admire that on him.
You also had a lot of fun teasing each other lol you usually joked about his fighting when you were training together ajskajskaj you knew he was the most skillful fighter you had ever met, but you also knew deep down he was a softie, so you loved seeing the shy smile he gave you whenever you teased him.
- you sure you need all those swords to beat me? - you asked teasing and emphasizing the 'all'. You held your dagger on your right hand, the only weapon you ever used and that fit you so well it felt almost like a part of your body.
That made him chuckle.
- of course i'm not using all of them, i gotta take it easy not to completely kick your ass - he said smiling.
- aww you're not getting soft on me, are you, Roronoa? - you said raising one eyebrow.
Was that a small blush on his cheeks?! Oh gosh, he couldn't get any more adorable. You had to look away or else you'd be falling even harder for that man.
- ha, you wish - he replied grabbing his sword and getting ready to start.
The whole crew (except poor baby Luffy đ
đ) had already noticed something was going on. And they would tease you like hell for that.
But still you wouldn't say anything.
I mean, not until that day.
The day Zoro fought Dracule Mihawk. That day could easily be top 3 of "worst days of your life".
Of course you believed in him and supported him no matter what, but you knew what he was doing was dangerous.
The way Mihawk showed no mercy, Zoro's painful grunts, the gash oh his chest... everything felt like a horror scenario and you just panicked because there was nothing you could do.
Fortunately your friends brought Zoro to the ship again, where he was taken care of.
Zeff said you all needed to stay with him and keep talking to keep him alive, but you were so shocked you couldn't even think of something to say.
After some time and with the support of your crew, you finally gathered your courage and decided to speak to him, from your heart. You couldn't let your best friend die like that.
You approached him and started talking softly, not really sure what to say, but hoping the words would come out eventually.
- hey, umm... i guess... um... we miss you..?
You took a deep breath.
- who am i kidding? I miss you, Zoro. I don't know why i never said this before and, oh my, do i regret it right now, but I... - were he even listening? You weren't sure, you just had to get it off your chest - I really like you. You're one of the best people i have ever met and i love spending time with you, and the thought of never being able to do that anymore is freaking me out. I know I could never stand in the way of your dream, because i believe in you, Zoro, i really do. But i also know I should have done more... more to protect you - you paused a bit before letting out the next words - joining the straw hats and sailing on the Merry, it made me feel so brave... and i thought i got rid of all my stupid fears. But now i realize i have a new one. And it's losing you, Zoro. Please, don't leave me...
Your voice broke at those last words and you started crying uncontrollably, hiding your face in your hands. The thought of losing him really made your heart ache.
Until...
- stop crying, i'm not going anywhere.
You lifted your head so fast it almost hurt. You couldn't believe it.
- Zoro?! Oh my gosh, Zoro, you're alive - your voice almost a whisper as you hugged him, careful not to hurt him even more.
He chuckled, eyes still closed and wincing a bit from the pain.
- oh my gosh, i was so scared i had lost y-
A realization immediatly hit you and your face went as white as a sheet. Was he listening? Did he... did he hear what you just said?!
Oh no.
- umm... how much... did you hear? - you asked slowly, a bit scared of his answer.
- enough to say i feel the same - he said with a small smile.
Yeah, so that happened. Was it cute? Totally. But it didn't stop you from shivering whenever you remembered that fight.
Confessions aside, the sight of Zoro lying on the ground with a pool of blood spreading around still haunted you and you couldn't seem to get it out of your mind.
That day you made a silent promise to always protect that man. Of course you knew he was the Roronoa Zoro, infamous pirate hunter and master of the three sword style, but you swore to yourself you would do anything on your reach to keep him safe.
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You were at a bar at Logue Town. It was the evening and Zoro invited you to go there for his usual booze (lol). Chilling with your boyfriend sounded really nice after spending a whole day cleaning the Going Merry, so, sure, you agreed.
You were drinking and talking at the bar counter and everything seemed okay until you heard two familiar (and very annoying) voices.
- wow, check out the loser we found here!
- no way he still has the guts to show up in public after that.
You turned around and confirmed your suspicions: yep, Shinjiro and Aki, the bounty hunter brothers that were a pain in Zoro's ass.
You (unfortunately) had already met them a few months ago at another small island. They both had pitch black hair, were very lean and tall and looked so ugly they could scare babies with just a smile.
At that time, you weren't even girlfriend and boyfriend yet, but Zoro already told you how much of jerks they were. He explained they had been competing and picking on him for years and, when they found out he had joined a pirate crew, it only got worse, so you knew what you were getting into.
On your first encounter with them, you were able to leave before things got heated, but it seemed like this time it wasn't going to be that easy.
You were already opening your mouth to throw all the bad names you knew at the brothers, but Zoro softly put his hand on yours and mouthed "theyâre not worth it". You trusted him, so you immediatly went quiet and followed his strategy.
Sadly, Shinjiro and Aki weren't that smart.
They sat by the counter too, not facing the both of you, but speaking loud enough for you to hear it.
- hey, Aki, did you hear what happened with a certain 'pirate' with moss hair? He challenged fucking Dracule Mihawk to a duel! - Shinjiro said ironically.
"Don't say that name. Don't you dare say that name", you thought.
- no way! He could probably be the winner of the "biggest idiot in the whole East Blue" award - Aki replied with a nasty laugh.
Your blood was starting to boil. Zoro alone was twice the man both of them could ever be: braver, stronger and better in so many ways. Who did they think they were to talk about your man like that?
- yeah, either 'biggest idiot' or 'worst swordsman'. I heard Mihawk could take him down with only a small knife, right into his heart - Shinjiro gestured like he was puncturing his own chest.
'Right into his heart'.
Those words echoed in your head.
No.
They were bringing it all up again.
Mihawk's eyes. Zoro's painful voice. Your desperate crying. All flashes going back to your mind.
It was like you were reliving that horror again. Zoro even tried to talk to you and distract you from it, but it didn't seem to work.
- what a joke. And how did he not die? - Aki asked, acting clueless.
- he was so pathetic Mihawk had to leave before turning him into pieces. Not before slashing him right on the chest. Legend says if you go to the Baratie right now, you're probably still gonna find his blood on the ground - Shinjiro said and laughed loudly.
That was the last straw. You got out of your trance and decided to do something.
- okay, that's enough - you said sternly and got up of your seat.
You walked up to Shinjiro and looked him in the eye, your rage nearly melting him.
- oh, yeah? What you gonna do about it, little girl? - he said mocking you.
- here's what - you said and punched him right in the nose.
He was so taken aback by your sudden attack he couldn't even form a reaction. Guess he really underestimated that little girl's strength, right?
When he was still trying to understand what happened, you kicked him in the crotch. Yeah, such a nice move that serves right to a dick that was badmouthing your boyfriend.
As he bent down in pain, you quickly grabbed your dagger (you had learned with Zoro to never leave without a weapon đ
) and hit the back of his neck with the hilt, making him fall to the ground, unconscious.
Wow... did you really knock out the guy?! I mean, of course you were a very skillful fighter, but you were surprised by your willpower and quick thinking over there lol
You took a quick glance back at Zoro with a smug smile and he was there watching the whole thing just like that 'white guy blinking' meme. His girlfriend was kicking ass? For him?! Could she become any more amazing??
When you turned around, Aki was fuming.
- what did you do to him?! - he screamed/asked.
- oh, don't worry. He'll only stay like that for a few hours. You should actually thank me for not having to listen to his stupidity for a wh-
You hadn't even finished your snarky retort when you saw him coming to attack you.
You were usually fast in your fighting. You weren't the biggest or the strongest, but you were very fast, and you were proud of that because it always led you to winning.
But (you weren't sure if the attack caught you off guard of if the sight of Zoro looking at you so impressed had distracted you more than normal) apparently that time it wasn't enough.
When you realized it, Aki had pushed you to the ground and you fell with a loud thud. And as if it weren't enough, you noticed he had a knife in his left hand. You could only notice a long gash starting to bleed on your right arm.
You looked at Zoro as if asking for help and he was looking at you, but he didn't seem like himself. You had never seen that anger in his eyes, it was like he was possessed.
As quick as you fell, Zoro unsheathed his sword and knocked Aki out until he was laid on the ground, the point of the blade only a few milimeters away from his heart. Zoro knew how much you hated unnecessary killing, but this guy had crossed a line there (he had hurt his girlfriend?!) and needed to be taught a lesson.
- you lay a finger on her again - Zoro said through gritted teeth, his voice low and menacing - and i won't be this merciful. Was i clear?
Aki nodded frantically and you could see it in his eyes he was regretting everything and praying to get out alive.
Zoro sheated the sword again and stepped away, still murdering Aki with his eyes.
"That was freaking hot". No shame, but these were your exact thoughts as you watched the whole thing, still sitting on the ground and looking up at him. That was until you came back to reality from your little daydream about your extra hot boyfriend and noticed your wound was still bleeding.
Zoro hadn't forgotten about that either and immediatly kneeled down to check on you.
- (Y/N), are you okay? - he asked very worried about you and checking your arm. The way he looked at you and his soft touch gave you butterflies.
- yeah, i just need to... bandage this up - you replied weakly.
- come on, let's get back to the ship - he helped you get up and you walked back to the Going Merry, him checking on you every 10 seconds.
When you got back to the Merry, Zoro led you to the room you shared (yep, now you were on the 'sharing a room' basis *wink wink*) and helped you bandage your wound. You realized it wasn't that bad and hopefully it would heal in a couple weeks (which was a relief, cause if it was worse Zoro would probably go back to the bar and finish Aki right away đ
đ).
When you were done, you started rambling:
- hey, um... thank you for standing up for me back there. I know taking those guys was stupid, but they were badmouthing you and bringing all that back, i just couldn't stand it anym-
- hey, don't mention it. I couldn't let that jerk hurt my girl and get away with it - the way he said "my girl" made you all fuzzy inside - also, you did it for me first, so you could say we're even - he said with a small smile.
You chuckled. How could he put a smile on your face even in moments like these? That man was really a blessing in your life.
- yeah, i guess that's what makes us such a great duo - you replied winking.
He let out a small laugh and kissed your forehead. With that, you both started preparing your stuff to go to bed. I mean, after everything, both of you needed some good rest.
Soon you both laid down and went to sleep, holding tight to each other, like none of you wanted to let the other go (and you really didn't).
In Zoro's arms, you started thinking about everything that had just happened. Neither of you hesitated in protecting each other in face of danger. That was the moment you realized how far Zoro and you would go for each other.
You didn't lie, you were really a perfect duo.
That thought made you feel even more thankful for having found each other and for being in each other's life like that.
It also made you think back to that fateful Mihawk fight and what you told yourself that day. You had made a promise and you were going to keep it.
But what you didn't know is that Zoro had made one himself too.
Of course he had already promised to become the world's greatest swordsman and to find the One Piece with his captain. But he could fit one more, right? And perhaps the most important yet: to be by your side until the end of your lives.
"I'll take two times the misery
And half the glory
If it meant you'd be the champion
Of the story
And I'll take two times the agony
And half the wonder
If it meant you'd get twice
Twice the thunder"
#ASDFGHJKL-! oh đđ this made me so happy! thank you SO much for taking all my rambling and creating this! đđ#gotta love a good collab! âïž#again - Iâm just obsessed with your authors asides! đ€Łđ#the specification of the new relationship for my interpretation of the song⊠thank you! đđ I appreciate that so much!#I really love the use of not only the idea that they are inseparable but that they have these talks. you really get the feeling ZoroâŠ#âŠisnât telling the full story to just /anyone/. And listening to him talk like this is 100% a great way to show the bond and fall in looove!#obsessed with the teasing! đ my favourite form of flirting but making him blush? đ you go girl!#(also Luffy not figuring out anything is going on⊠yuuuup! that checks out! I love it! đ)#we love the supportive crew that get her to finally confess (as it were!) but I love that isnât not a straightforward confession!!#!!! new fears !!! in her speech! please! oh my god my heart! â€ïž also his little /stop crying Iâm not going anywhere/ đ€#đ SO CUTE đ Ahhhhhhhh!! đ#Side bar: but I also cannot imagine how much it would affect someone to see the person they loved the most go through something like that!#Zoro telling her to let it go though đ„ș#maybe I shouldnât say it but OMG Iâm obsessed with the trash talk! đ€Ł itâs SO good I canât even đ#really pulling out that small knife disrespect too! đ„Č You really wrote these two idiots PERFECT đ#/what are you going to do about it little girl?/ /hereâs what./ đ <chefs kiss> perfection đ love how she follows that up with puttingâŠ#the guy on the floor! đ and Zoroâs subsequant đ âŠmhm he gets it! đ#đđ oh no! I didnât expect injury!!! (but also that was the STUPIDEST thing that guy could have done.) Z O R O!#I always love a badass showing of mercy! but also really love that heâs only showing mercy because of her preferences! đđ#/that was freaking hot/ girl you are SO right!#Zoro going immediately from total badass to worried softie for his gf? đ yes đ please đ#đ sharing room basis huh? đ Iâm dowwwwn đ#/my girl/ đ„č also love that he cuts off her worrying about what happened đ#Zoro really said /Three Swords? Three Promises!/ âïž each one to the most important people in his life too đ#I also love that they have both made a promise to each other but they are both silent!! đđ#makes me wonder if that would ever come out at any point or if theyâd ever tell each other⊠ooo đđ#okay but the use of the bridge at the end of the fic like thatâŠ? ooof! I just took a small Mihawk knife to the heart myself! đđ#đđđđđ
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đđđąđ«đąđ§đ : dark!Steve Rogers x reader
đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: EXTREMELY HEAVY SUBJECT MATTER, heavy depictions of domestic violence, physical and verbal abuse, NON CON, smutt, major angst, rough, breeding kink, dirty talk, mean Steve, housewife kink, domesticity kink, victim-blaming, manipulation, self-deprecating thoughts, self-blame.
đđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: Steve was always a great husband. Until he wasn't.
đ/đ: SUPER DARK. Very angsty. Very heavy subject matter. This fic explores domestic violence. This fic can be triggering so please read warnings beforehand and please do not read unless you have read them.
âSweetie, come downstairs.â
Steve only has to say it once and itâs enough for you to drop whatever youâre doing and follow wherever his voice is calling you. On this occasion, you switch off the iron and set it aside before straightening your dress and scurrying down to greet your husband.
âIâm sorry, I got wrapped up in my chores,â you explain, helping him take his jacket off before he wraps one strong arm around your waist and pulls you into him. Gosh, he was so big and strong! Steveâs physique always made you nervous and skittish â but in a good way, mostly. Carefully, you link your arms around his neck, reaching up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss.
âYouâre still learning,â Steve says after a long, lingering kiss to your lips followed by several small pecks that make you smile. âI donât expect you to know everything straight off the bat. But for every rule missed, you must repeat it back to me.â His hand slips down to cup your ass through the thin material of your dress, and he gives it a firm squeeze as if to prompt you. âSo, whatâs the rule, baby?â
âThat a good housewife always greets her husband at the door when he gets home from work.â You recite it dutifully, because by now you know all the rules by heart. Steve had made you learn them before youâd got married. You remember the long days of sitting in his lap and repeating each rule after him, and you also remember the soreness of your ass each time you got it wrong.
You never got them wrong anymore.
âGood girl,â Steve praises and you glow. You take his tie off for him, all the while asking him questions about his day. How work was, if anything special happened, if he was hungry. (Of course he was hungry, you knew Steve had a voracious appetite for both food and⊠other things.) He could eat enough for three men in one sitting â which was probably why he was so big and strong and imposing. And scary. Well, you were definitely scared of him. Sometimes. But you try not to think about that.
âThis looks great, sweetheart,â Steve sits down on his place at the head of the table and pulls you into his lap. That was another thing about Steve, another one of his rules. He preferred you in his lap instead of in your own seat â at the dinner table, on the couch, anywhere. Even in the presence of other people, which embarrassed you sometimes but youâd never tell him that. It was one of his rules, and that meant it had to be obeyed, no questions asked.
âThank you, Steve. I tried really hard to make all your favourites.â
He feeds you and himself at the same time, and now itâs his turn to ask you questions.
âOh, my day was pretty boring,â you accept the bite of chicken pot pie he feeds you, chewing thoughtfully and trying your best to ignore the way your heart starts pitter-pattering harder. âI did all the chores I was supposed to do, and then I did some shopping. I got us some pretty new bedsheets.â
âThatâs nice, sweetie. Did you buy anything for yourself?â
âNo. I just came straight home after that, andâŠâ Your voice trails off, and you hope your increased heartrate and clammy palms arenât showing in your face.
âAnd what?â Steve blinks, those angelic blue eyes looking at you expectantly.
You shouldnât lie to him. He was your husband. And it was one of his main rules, after all â you werenât allowed to lie. And it wasnât like youâd done anything wrongâŠ
âWellâŠâ
The change in his demeanour is subtle, but it doesnât escape you how he grabs your arm, his finger stroking against your bare skin as a deathly silence falls over the room, as if heâs awaiting your next words with careful patience.
You shuffle on his lap. Oh, why didnât you just spit it out the moment heâd come home!? Now heâd think youâd deliberately kept it from him until heâd asked, and-
You take a deep breath, âTh-The car broke down on the way back.â
Silence. You dare to peak up at his eyes to see them impassive, waiting for you to continue. He gently sets the fork down beside his plate, an unreadable expression on his face that does nothing to calm your nerves.
âI donât know what happened, but it broke down and it wouldnât move and IâŠâ Â
âWhy didnât you call me?â
Itâs a toneless question, any warmth heâd possessed earlier now gone, and it makes you start shaking even more.
âI tr-tried but there was no service, and I knew youâd be busy, and⊠and⊠Iâm sorry, Steve, I know I should have called you. I know Iâm meant to call you when stuff like this happens, but in that moment Iââ
âHow did you get home?â
Another question. His voice flat, but the grip on your arm tighter than ever. You gulp.
âL-Luckily there was someone passing by, and they said their auto-repair shop was only five minutes away, andââ
âThey?â
Your hands are shaking uncontrollably now, and you clasp them in your lap in a bid to get them to still. Your breathing grows more rapid, you can feel your palms grow sweatier as you squirm under your husbandâs deathly calm gaze. Youâre too afraid to look directly at him, but you know heâs expecting an answer. For a split second, you consider lying. But the consequences of that notion have you spitting out the truth before you can think about it any further.
âH-He.â
Steve goes deathly still. You hear him inhale sharply, his body tensing up even more underneath you. A part of you wants to burst into tears and run, run, run! But fear has you rooted in place, and even if it didnât, heâs got a firm grasp on you, and you could never, ever overpower him.
âYou got into a car with another man.â
He doesnât even pose it as a question. No, the words leave Steveâs mouth in a statement of contempt and accusation. Except his tone is still so levelled, so dangerously low and contained.
âN-No! No, Steve, no! He offered to tow the car, and take it back to his repair shop. H-He was fixing it, Steve! And I swear I was only there for fifteen, maybe twenty minutes! I promise, and then I came straight home!â Youâre tripping over your words, trying to get your explanation out. The explanation youâd subconsciously been rehearsing in your head all day because you knew it would come to this. You knew the moment that friendly stranger had tapped on your car window and offered his help. But what else could you have done in that moment?
âSteve, I know I shouldâve called you the moment I had service, but I ââ
ââBut you were too busy with the mechanic.â
âNo, no, Stevie, itâs not like that at all!â In hopeless desperation for this not to end badly, you bravely lock eyes with him, cupping his face in your hands, âI just didnât want to bother you, I knew you had an important meeting around that time.â And I was also too scared to call.
His grip on your arm steadily tightens, till you can feel his fingers digging into your flesh. And you can see the vein in his forehead, the way his face is flushed red, the way heâs clenching his jaw, the way his eyes look so dark.
You wince, âS-Steve, please, youâre hurting me.â
âWhat did you do?â
âH-Huh?â
âIn those fifteen, twenty minutes you were at his shop. When you should have been calling or texting me. What did you do?â Steve grips your chin, his thumb and forefinger pressing painfully down on your skin as he makes you look up at him. His expression is unreadable, his tone still low, but you can see that vein pulsing in his forehead. You know what it means.
âNothing, I promise! I just sat in the waiting area, andâŠand there was no service, andââ
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not, I swear I'm not, I-"
âYou were fucking him.â
The accusation drops like a pin, except it feels more like a car crashing straight into your heart. You feel everything; hurt, panic, but most of all â fear.
And Steveâs eyes are so, so dark, and his words so matter-of-fact. Heâs still got a death-grip on you, holding you firmly in his lap while you start shaking violently. Oh no, no, no, no⊠How could you persuade him that you hadnât done that? How you could never do that?!
âNo, Stevie, I would never! I t-told you, he was fixing the car, I barely spoke to him, Iââ
âYou fucked him. In the car that I bought for you. And then you thought you could keep it a secret from me.â
He isnât hearing you. No, heâs going to that place. That place where his eyes turn black and his expression goes all far away, and his anger consumes him to the point where rationality goes completely out the window. And youâd give anything to not be dragged down into his dark place, where your pleas reach deaf ears, where your tears and screams donât mean a single thing. Well, not until itâs all over.
âI didnât, Steve, please believe me. I would never cheat on you, never ever. Please, youâre hurting me!â
His fingers clamp down on your upper arm so hard, you know theyâll leave a mark. Another one youâll have to hide with a meticulous makeup routine and carefully selected clothes.
It takes all your strength to pry his hands off you, and you jump off his lap like a hot poker, slowly backing away as dread fills up your stomach. Dread that increases tenfold the moment he stands up too, up to his full height that makes you cower in total, utter fear.
âDonât fucking lie to me,â his tone is hard now, louder, more biting, and your eyes zero in on his hands as they curl into fists at his side. âDo you think I was born yesterday?â
You continue backing away slowly, acutely aware that heâs stepping forward each time you take a step back. And like clockwork, you know how this goes. Soon your back would meet the wall, and then⊠Your eyes dart up behind him, up the stairs⊠Maybe, if you could get to the bedroom in time, perhaps lock the door?
âANSWER ME!â
You jump, âNo, Steve, I donât! B-But Iâm telling the truth. I barely spoke two words to the man, all I did was wait while he fixed the car. Please believe me,â your voice drops down to a broken whisper, âpleaseâŠâ
No talking to other men. It was perhaps Steveâs biggest rule. And it hadnât always been like that, but slowly, through time, this rule had developed into one that your husband was the most obsessed with. The most angered by if ever broken by you. And what had started out as a little bit of a jealous streak had turned into white hot, obsessive, possession â almost paranoia. He saw red if a man ever looked your way, and God forbid if he thought it was the other way aroundâŠ
âYouâre fucking lying,â he spits out, each word coated in pure disdain that feels like ten stabs to your heart. âHad you been telling the truth, you wouldnât have hid it from me until I asked you how your day was. You would have told me yourself, but you didnât. You slept with someone else, and you thought you could fucking hide it from me, didnât you?â
âNo,â you whisper.
It only takes him two strides to get to you. And youâre frozen in fear but itâs like your body goes into fight or flight mode. He lunges at you, and you know heâs going for your throat but by some miracle you dodge him. And then you run, run, run for the stairs. Two at a time, oh you could make it! Youâd lock yourself in the bathroom, wait for his anger to subside. Youâd done that before, sometimes it would work, sometimesâ
You take the stairs two at a time, but Steveâs legs are much longer than yours. Heâs bigger than you in every way possible, stronger, faster too. Itâs almost laughable how quickly he catches up to you, his footsteps heavily thudding on the floorboards. On the upper landing, and youâre almost at the bedroom door when he grabs your arm and yanks you back, and thenâ
SMACK.
The first hit always winds you. You never get used to it â his fist connecting with your jaw, the way your head snaps to the side, the ringing in your ear that blocks out all sound for a handful of moments. And then the pain, the numbing paint thatâs all too familiar, radiating and spreading like hateful wildfire as you reach up to shield your face.
âDonât fucking run from me, you little slut.â Steve slams you against the wall before pinning your wrists by your sides. âLook at me, look at me. Iâm going to give you one last chance to tell the truth, and you better think very carefully before you speak, and don't you fucking lie to me. Did. You. Fuck. Him?â
A broken sob escapes your lips, a whimper filled with desperation, âN-No.â
Itâs almost like heâs donned a mask as his handsome features twist into a snarl, his eyes narrowed to slits and yet you can still see the crazed darkness that consumes them like a cloud of black smoke. His lip curls in what looks to be contempt, and he shakes his head. âYouâre a fucking liar.â
His grip on you tightens, if that was even possible, and his eyes flash, and suddenly heâs shaking you violently, your head hitting the hard wall with a thud as you cry and struggle against him.
âHow the fuck could you? How could you sleep with him? After everything I do for you!? Answer the fucking question, how could you!?â
You want to defend yourself, tell him that you didnât, you wouldnât, how could he possibly believe you could? But you know thereâs no point, you know he doesnât hear anything when he gets like this. No matter how hard you cry, how much you beg and plead with him. He only sees red, never facts. And youâre still in shock from the first hit, so when you open your mouth nothing comes out.
The slap comes out of nowhere, the harsh cracking sound echoing across the hallway and bouncing off the walls as if to mock you. Your head whips to the side, and youâd have fallen down from the sheer force had he not been holding you up with his other hand.
âP-Please stop,â you croak out, finally finding your voice as the tears stream down your face from the pain of it. From both the physical and the mental anguish because youâd truly done nothing wrong! Hadnât you? Sometimes he made you question yourself with how angry heâd get at you. âPlease, Steve, it hurts, I didnâtââ
âShut the fuck up and stop lying!â Steve roars, shaking you so hard you have to close your eyes because everythingâs starting to spin now. âYou thought you were fucking slick, didnât you? Fucking someone else behind my back while I was at work, then coming home and acting like everything was fine, doing your fucking chores like you didnât just act like a goddamned whore,â he shakes you again, his grip on your shoulders so hard you feel like passing out. â-thinking I wouldnâtâ find out, thinking Iâm some fucking idiot who canât put two and two together. Thatâs what you thought, didnât you? DIDNâT YOU?!â
He backhands you hard when you donât answer, before throwing you over his shoulder like youâre a sack of potatoes. Limply, you lay there, half disorientated and half crestfallen because you canât even find it in you to defend yourself anymore.
He strides into the bedroom before throwing you on the bed, hard. You land with a thud, still clutching your face that blooms with never ending pain. Again, you try to shield yourself, but itâs like a rabbit trying to hide from a hungry lion. A hungry lion fuelled by crazed hatred and contempt. And thatâs what hurts you the most â how he looks at you like that. As if youâre the worst person in the world. As if he really hates you and truly believes youâd ever cheat on him.
âYouâre mine,â Steve snarls, climbing on top of you and once more grabbing your wrists. âI donât give a fuck if you think youâre a free piece of ass who can run around town spreading your legs for the first man who looks your way. I own you, you fucking whore, and itâs your fucking fault that Iâm doing this now. But you need to fucking learnâŠâ
âN-No, please,â you cry out weakly when he grabs the material of your dress and rips it clean in half. Oh no, not this. Please not this. Not when he was so mad, so violent, not when he had that crazy look in his eye. You couldnât do it, you couldnât. He wouldnât be gentle, and it would hurt so much. And you were already hurting so much. âSteve, Iâm begging you, please, please, donât! D-Donât, I promise Iâll be better! I didnât cheat on you but I swear, next time Iâll call you, next time Iâllââ
Another slap to your face shuts you up, and your sobs turn silent. Still there, just silent. Filled with dread and anguish and fear for the horrific roughness that is to come. That always came no matter how hard you begged. No matter how careful you were to follow his rules. You always messed up somehow. Oh, you couldâve been better! You shouldâve been better and then you wouldnât be here! And heâd still be nice, and youâd be sitting downstairs eating dinner and laughing, andâŠ
Oh, how did it get to this?
âEverything I do for you, and you throw it all back in my face,â Steve snarls, and heâs so unrecognisable. Like a dark stranger looming above you, pelting out harsh words that he knows will cut deep, twist like a knife straight through your heart. Make you feel like youâre the worst person alive, and certainly the worst wife. Someone who canât do anything right. Someone who canât even keep her husband happy.
âI give you everything you could fucking want, I provide for you, donât I?â He grabs your face with one hand, squeezing so hard it hurts. âDonât I? Donât I fucking give you anything you could ask for? And all I want in return is for you to listen to me. Your goddamned loyalty, thatâs all I want. For you to fucking understand that youâre my property, that you need to do what I say. And what do you end up doing? Cheating on me like the fucking whore I always knew you were.â
He makes you believe it sometimes. Well, at first you didnât, but now youâre not too sure. Maybe you were a terrible wife, because otherwise why would he always get so mad? You always tried your best to keep him happy but you never did enough. Did other wives do more than you did? Was that why their husbands never got mad at them? Was that why they were always happy and relaxed? While you walked on eggshells, waiting for him to explode? Maybe he wouldnât be like this if he were married to a different woman. A better woman. Someone who didnât make as many mistakes as you did. Someone who didnât annoy him that much. Someone who kept him happy and didnât make him so mad all the time that he had to accuse her of cheating. Someone he didnât look at with pure hatred in his eyes, like he was doing with you now.
Steve kisses you roughly, possessively. Pressing his lips down on yours as if he wants to imprint the feel of them on you, sear it straight into your memory. As if you could ever forget. But itâs the sweet kisses from Steve that you want to remember, not the hate-fuelled way heâs kissing you now. But you just lie there limply, lie there and let him kiss you, let him pull your now tattered dress off you. And you wonder if he can taste the saltiness of your tears, and you wonder if even a tiny part of him cares.
How did it get to this?
âIâll show you,â Steve mutters darkly, âIâll show you who you fucking belong to. And itâs all your fucking fault, because youâre gonna feel it. And maybe this time, you wonât fucking forget it.â
You look beyond his shoulder as he unzips his fly and pulls his hard cock out. You look at the tiny speck on the wall, focus on it really hard. Focus on it till your vision blurs, focus on it so you donât feel the excruciating pain as he forces his huge cock inside you. Focus on it till you canât feel his hand wrapping around your throat, till you canât hear the pure hatred hurtling out of his mouth. Maybe if you focused hard enough, it would all go away. Like magic.
It wasnât always like this.
You remember your first date with Steve, almost a year ago to the day. Your friends had set you up with him, telling you he was only a couple of years older than you. Great looking, had an established career. But a bit shy, a bit reserved, someone who mostly kept to himself. Youâd agreed, because you were shy and reserved too, and suggested ice-skating as a first date activity to help, well, break the ice.
And it had been so funny, because Steve couldnât ice skate for the life of him.
âI donât know how you do it,â heâd huffed, awkwardly âskatingâ up to you in the middle of the rink. Except he was less skating and more just dragging his skates across the ice while holding his huge arms out to balance himself. It was comical, because he looked so big and out of place, and yet so cute that you couldnât help but giggle.
âIt just takes a while to get used to,â youâd answered, skating around him before impulsively grabbing his hands in case he fell over or something. And youâd immediately widened your eyes when youâd realised what youâd done, about to drop his hands like hot pokers because you were never this forward on a first date! But Steve had chuckled, keeping a tight grip on your gloved hands and pulling you closer.
âNope, I just think itâs in my genetic makeup to be bad at ice skating,â heâd said as heâd let you guide him back to the side of the rink where he could hold the railing, and yet he didnât let go of your hands as he winked. âEither that, or Iâm actually a pro whoâs faking it just so youâll hold my hand.â
Youâd gone to the Christmas market after that, and Steve had bought you a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows on top. You thought heâd stop holding your hand once you were off the ice, but heâd held it throughout your stroll through the markets. Youâd delicately sipped your hot drink, secretly thrilled at how nice and safe it felt to hold his big, warm hand. How he was so handsome and he genuinely seemed interested in you.
âYouâve got whipped cream on your nose,â Steve had pointed out, and before you could wipe it off, heâd done it for you. And then his hand had stayed on your face, cupping it gently while the market bustled around you, busy as ever but the two of you seemed to be in your own little bubble. And then heâd kissed you, and it had felt so incredibly right. Like coming home from a long, cold day and being met with the warm familiarity of your own house. A house where you felt safe, and content, because in that moment, thatâs what he made you feel.
Safe, warm, content, happy.
âIâm never letting you out of this fucking house again, you hear me?â Steve grunts, slapping your cheek not-so-lightly and knocking you out of your reverie. You blink several times, hoping itâs just a dream. But his rough thrusts remind you that itâs not, and your mouth curls in pain as his hand goes back to wrap around your throat. âNot until you learn not to act like such a goddamned slut, not until you learn to fucking listen to me, and be good. This is all your fucking fault, okay? Thatâs why I have to teach you.â
âSt-Steve,â you cry lightly, unable to breathe because of how heâs pressing down on your neck, âI-I canât⊠I canâtâŠâ
âShut up!â His thrusts grow harder, even more unforgiving. And all you can do is lie there and take it, and hope and pray and wish that you were somewhere else right now. With someone else. Or no one at all. His hands, which youâd known to be so gentle once upon a time, are rough as they squeeze and fondle and slap you as if youâre an animal, a toy, something he wants to pound till he breaks. âYou deserve this, you little whore. Tell me, was that fuckerâs cock worth it? Was it worth ruining what we have? FUCKING TELL ME!â
So unfair. It was so horrifically unfair. Because youâd never think of cheating on him, never ever. You love Steve, despite everything you love him so much. But he didnât love you. Of course he didnât. Maybe he had at first, but he didnât anymore.
What had you done to make yourself so unlovable? What had you done to make him hate you so much?
Again, you think how he feels like a stranger, a stranger whoâs hurting you and violating you in the most unforgiving way possible. All while you lie there and take it. And how was this Steve? The very same Steve youâd fallen in love with less than a year ago? The same Steve whoâd confided everything in you? Told you that you were the one for him, told you how much he loved you, how happy he was that heâd found you? How was this the same Steve?
You still remember how surprised your friends had been with how close you and Steve had gotten in such a short amount of time. But theyâd also been happy, and taken all the credit of course, as theyâd set the two of you up.
And you remember feeling so goddamned happy all the time. Happy whenever you got off work and you got to see Steve. Giddy because of how comfortable you felt around him, despite knowing him for such a short period of time. One date turned to two, which turned to five, and before you knew it, you were looking forward to spending nights at his place. Cooking for him, kissing him, climbing up on his roof and talking all night while staring up into the stars.
It was during one of those moments when Steve had told you that you were the first person heâd felt close to in a very long time. Heâd told you that he hadnât had a great childhood, that his parents hadnât been very nice people. And because of that, heâd run away when he was sixteen and never looked back. He didnât speak to them anymore.
Heâd told you heâd had a girlfriend before, and theyâd been together many years until she cheated on him. And heâd squeezed your hand then, looking up at you from where his head had been resting on your lap, and the stars in the sky had reflected in his eyes so brightly, and heâd told you that you were the first person since then that heâd felt connected with, that heâd felt like he could be himself around. That he loved you so much despite the fact heâd only known you a couple of weeks. He loved you so much and so hard, that you were all he could think about. That you consumed him. And he loved that. And he loved you.
So, where did all that go?
Thatâs what you wonder now, your body jolting from each unforgiving thrust as the man who is your husband fucks you relentlessly, fucks you like he hates you. Tells you repeatedly, again and again that itâs all your fault.
Your fault. Maybe it is your fault. Oh, if only you hadnât gone out today! If only youâd just stayed at home and been good! Then the car wouldâve never broken down, and none of this would have happened, and Steve wouldâve been happy. And you wouldnât have made him upset like how you always seem to do now.
âIâll make sure you never fucking disobey me again,â he mutters, pushing your legs up and throwing them over his shoulders while you moan in pain underneath him. His cock is a blur, pummelling in and out of you like a jackhammer. And itâs crazy, the very person whoâd made you feel such pleasure in the past, could be inflicting so much pain on you now. âIâll make sure they all know who you belong to the moment they fucking look at you. Fuck, Iâll show you.â
The contempt in his tone kills you over and over again. Makes you think youâll never be good enough to make him happy. Make anyone happy. Maybe it was you who had ruined Steve, turned him into the monster heâd become. Maybe it was all your fault, your fault that the sweet, caring man youâd met had turned into your worst nightmare. Someone you were so fucking scared of that sometimes you couldnât even breathe.
âIâll knock you the fuck up,â Steve grabs your chin, pressing his forehead against yours, âMaybe then youâll get it through your head that youâre not the free piece of ass you seem to think you are. And everyone will see who exactly you belong to.â
You whimper, too frightened to protest, your body jolting with each thrust. And it always hurts when heâs this rough, it always burns so bad because of how big he is.
You remember a few months into dating him, when heâd taken your virginity. Heâd been so sweet, so gentle. Holding you close and murmuring sweet nothings in your ear while you cried in his arms despite trying to be brave. Heâd told you he was big, and that it would hurt and heâd pull out if you wanted him to. But youâd held on to him so tightly that night, because despite the pain, it had been so special to you. And heâd been so kind, so tender, and youâd basked in the glow of being loved. And the pain had been worth it, because youâd felt so close to him, and heâd told you over and over again how much he loved you, how special you were. How you completed him. How you were so pretty, so exquisite, how if he could take all the pain away from you and give it to himself, heâd do it in a heartbeat.
Now, he roughly presses his huge palm against your abdomen, and you can see the outline of his cock in your stomach as he continues to jut into you with inhumane force. Each thrust makes the bed rock underneath you, the bedposts hitting the wall with thwack after thwack while you silently lay there, the tears drying up on your cheeks, and yet your whole body still burns with pain from the constant onslaught.
âGod fuck, your pussyâs still so fucking tight despite how much of a fucking whore you are,â Steve mutters through gritted teeth, âIâm gonna fill you the fuck up, get you pregnant once and for all so everyone knows not to fuck with whatâs mine. And I swear to God, from now on you wonât even look at another man, let alone fuck some hick ass mechanic whoâs trying to take you away from me because youâre too goddamned stupid to realise it.â
He hadnât always so possessive to the point of insanity. Not the way he is now. You remember the old Steve, how heâd see you having innocent interactions with other men and not think twice about it. But slowly and surely, that had changed.
âI donât like you talking to other men,â Steve had admitted to you once a few weeks into your relationship. âI know itâs irrational but I just hate it.â
âOh, Stevie, it doesnât mean anything,â youâd giggled, although you remembered secretly feeling so giddy that he cared enough about you to be jealous. That meant he was serious about you! âItâs you that I want, I couldnât care less about anyone else!â
âI know,â heâd sighed, grabbing your hands and pressing kisses on them in a way that made you giggle even more. âI guess itâs just something I have to work on.â
But what had started out as simple, innocuous jealousy had morphed into something so much bigger, twisted, and ugly.
It began with a simple request; âplease baby, donât talk to him. I donât like it.â And you found yourself listening to him, thinking heâd leave you if you didnât. You distanced yourself from any male friends you had, including co-workers and even your relatives. You couldnât stand to see Steve upset, and heâd asked you so nicely, so why wouldnât you listen to him?
After that, heâd made you move in with him. âItâs just easier this way,â heâd assured you, despite the fact that youâd only been going out less than two months, âI feel more comfortable knowing youâre safe in my bed at night, and then I donât worry as much.â
Then heâd made you quit your job. âI donât like how those men at your work look at you,â heâd said, âIâll take care of you, sweetie. You donât need to work anymore.â And so, youâd quit without a second thought. Itâs what had made Steve happy, so why wouldnât you listen to him?
Then, heâd wanted to know where you were all the time. âI worry about you so much, you have no idea,â heâd told you once when the two of you were in bed and he was holding you close, stroking your hair while you lay on top of his chest. âI need to know where you are all the time, okay? I just⊠I need to know. And who youâre with. You need to tell me, or else Iâll go insane.â
Constant check-ins, constant texts. You were allowed to go out with your girlfriends, but never past a certain time. And certainly never a holiday or a girlsâ trip. He had to know who your friends were, if they had boyfriends or brother, he had to know everything. And you were so in love with him, you hadnât even realised that maybe it was all too much.
âMy ex-girlfriend was having an affair behind my back for one year,â heâd told you quietly one night. One hot August night when the two of you had climbed up on his roof, and he lay with his head in your lap. His feathery lashes fanning his cheekbones, and his face softened by the moonlight, heâd looked like an angel that night. âOne whole year, and I didnât have a clue until the day I caught her. Them. I caught them in my bed.â
Youâd listened with baited breath, because Steve never really spoke much about his life before you. Not his childhood, nor his parents who he didnât speak to. And definitely never his ex-girlfriend.
âI just canât lose you,â heâd said, staring hard at the dark night sky, âI donât know what Iâd do if I lost you, if you left me. If someone took you away from me, I think Iâd die.â
Youâd kissed him then, and whispered against his lips, âIâm not going anywhere, Stevie. I love you so much, and thereâs nobody else out there for me. Just you. So donât worry, because youâre stuck with me for as long as youâll have me.â
Heâd sat up and taken you into his arms, hugging you so tight you couldnât breathe â but in a good way. âForever,â heâd mumbled into your hair, âIâll have you forever, and then after that too. Iâm never gonna let you go.â
Youâd married him a month later in a small ceremony with just your family and some friends. And heâd looked so happy on that day, so handsome and happy and heâd held you close to him the whole night. You were happy too, and thrilled that he was so happy. âNow everyone knows your mine,â heâd whispered in your ear while you two slow-danced, âThis is all Iâve ever wanted, youâre all Iâve ever wanted. Thank you. I love you.â
âIf you ever fucking cheat on me again, Iâll kill him.â Steve grabs your jaw hard, his fingers pressing against your skin until you cry out, ripped away from the safety of your memories and back into the present. âAnd you too. You got that? Iâll fucking kill you both.â
Youâve cried all the tears you possibly can, and so you just lay there. Limp, shaking like a leaf yet feeling so numb. So numb and alone because he wasnât your husband. He was a monster, a monster you didnât even recognise. Your angelic husband warped into a monster because of you, because of you, because of you!
With a grunt, he unloads inside you. His hot cum searing you from the inside out, and thereâs so much of it. And he holds you up, with your legs pressed up over his shoulders, spilling load after load of his seed into you, making sure it stays, making sure it sticks.
And then he throws you aside, rising up to his feet and staring at you with blazing eyes. Heâs still fully dressed in his suit, while you lie below him in your tattered dress. The one youâd chosen so painstakingly to wear for him today.
With glassy eyes and limbs that donât move, you watch him as he does up his fly, muttering profanity under his breath. Heâs still so angry, you can tell by that vein on his forehead, and the way his fists are balled up by his sides. You hate his fists. They scare you more than anything else in the whole world.
He doesnât utter another word. Instead, he leaves. You hear him go down the stairs, hear the jangle of the car keys, the slam and lock of the front door.
He was gone.
Your body curls up into foetal position, and you hug yourself hard. Itâs the only solace you can give yourself. Everything hurts. From your face, your jaw, your arms, your whole body down to your heart and your soul. Oh, you hate yourself! For being so weak, so pathetic!
But most of all, you hate yourself for making him how heâd become. If only youâd been a better wife, if only youâd been able to make him happy. Good wives didnât get hit. So maybe this pain was what you deserved.
If only you hadnât lied about the carâŠ
Oh, the car! The goddamned car! You wish to God you could turn back time. But what could you have even done differently?
You remember feeling a sense of dread the moment the car had stopped working. And it had increased tenfold when youâd taken your phone out to call Steve, only for there to be no signal. Of course, the car had decided to stop working in the middle of nowhere. It was less than ideal, since you had to get home and finish all your chores before Steve got home. Otherwise, he might get mad, and thenâŠ
âHey there, you OK?â
The knock on your window makes you jump, and you find a man peering in at you, a friendly yet slightly concerned look on his face. Oh gosh, Steve would be so mad if I spoke to this man now, you think to yourself. And yet⊠thereâs not much else you can do. Your car wonât start back up, and you donât know the first thing about repairing it.
âH-Hey,â you roll your window down, trying not to look directly at the strangerâs tanned face. âIâm OK, thanks for asking. My, uh, my car isnât though. I think. It wonât start up.â
The man nods, âYeah, thatâs why I came over. Saw you on the side of the road and knew you wouldnât be parked here for no reason.â He pauses, listening to the hum of your engine with a thoughtful look on his face. âI think I recognise the sound. If I could get this car back to my auto-shop, I think I could fix it.â
âReally?â Hope fills your heart before reality comes crashing down. Steve wouldnât like for you to be going into auto-shops with men you didnât know. You werenât allowed to talk to any man unless Steve approved it. And you gulp, thinking how mad heâd be if he found out. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle as you think about the last time heâd gotten mad at you⊠No, you couldnât go with this man, it wouldnât be worth the trouble.
âI, uh, I think I can get it to start back up myself. Thanks anyways though!â You say with false brightness. But after a few more failed attempts, you slump back against your seat in defeat, and the man chuckles.
âA valiant effort. But as I said, my shopâs only about a mile and a half down that way. And luckily, Iâve got my tow truck with me now. Let me help you, and youâll be on your way in no time.â
His face softens when he sees the hesitant look on your face, and he runs a hand through his unruly brown hair before fishing something out of his pocket. âHereâs my card, just so you know Iâm legit. Câmon, let me help you. I couldnât possibly leave a lady out here all on her own with a broken-down car thatâs an easy fix.â
You bite your lip. His business card did look legit. And after another quick glance at your phone â still no signal â you nod and smile at the stranger. Maybe Steve would be proud of you for taking the initiative and getting yourself out of a sticky and potentially dangerous situation.
The ride to the manâs auto-repair shop is short enough. And he spends the next fifteen minutes fixing your car, all while you sit in the waiting room fretting and typing out texts to Steve that youâre too scared to send. You need to think of the perfect way to explain what had happened with the car, the most delicate explanation that wouldnât result in him getting mad. Oh, you didnât want him to get mad! Not when things had been going so well recently, and he hadnât gotten mad in a long time, and you were starting to believe that he still loved you, and wasnât annoyed by you all the time, and didnât hate you, andâ
âSheâs almost fixed!â The man had announced cheerily, walking into the waiting room and shooting you a bright smile, one that had melted off his face the moment heâd seen the look of worry on your face. âHey, are you alright?â
âIâm fine,â standing up and smoothening down your dress, youâd shot the man a puzzled look. âWhat do you mean, almost?â
âAlmost as in I need an extra part to complete the fix, but it wonât come in until tomorrow.â The man runs a hand through his wavy brown hair that curls charmingly at the base of his neck. âBut donât worry, sheâll be back home in your driveway by noon tomorrow at the latest. I promise.â
âT-Tomorrow?â your blood runs cold, and itâs insane how your hands start shaking instantaneously. âBut it canât stay here overnight, myâŠmy husband, heâll find out, and thenââ
âHusband?â The man repeats slowly before quickly gathering himself and taking a step back. âWell, maâam, Iâm sure he wonât mind about the car, so long as youâre alright. And donât worry, I can give you a lift home.â
âN-No, you donât understand, heâŠâ you swallow harshly, squeezing your eyes shut for a second and clasping your hands to get them to stop shaking so violently, âN-No, he canât know I was here, he canât, heâllâŠâ
âWhy donât you let me speak to him,â the mechanic says slowly, pointing at your phone. âIâm sure I could explain the problem with the engineââ
Your eyes widen in pure fear, âNO! I mean, uh, no, that wonât be necessary. I just, oh God, I-IâŠâ Suddenly, you canât think straight. If Steve found out you were at this manâs auto-shop alone with him, that heâd spoken to you, that youâd spoken back to him⊠Oh no, Steve couldnât find out. Heâd get so mad, and heâd hurt you, and then everything would be awful for days.
âIs everything okay, maâam?â The guy has a look of serious concern painted on his face as he stands before you. Heâs tall, tall just like Steve, and looks just as strong too. âI know itâs none of my business, but you look awfully scared.â
You force a laugh that comes out a tad too high-pitched, âIâm fine! Iâm totally fine! I justâŠâ
âLet me give you a lift home,â the man says gently, taking a hesitant step closer to you. âI can speak to your husband, let him know it wasnât your fault that your car broke down.â
âThatâs not what heâd be angry about,â your eyes widen when you realise youâve said too much. âI mean, he wonât be angry at all. Not at all. Everythingâs gonna be just fine.â
More than him, it seems like youâre trying to persuade yourself.
âI, uh, Iâll call myself a cab,â you say, but the man places his warm hand on your wrist to stop you, and the contact makes you jump. Heâs so⊠gentle. Itâs a strange sensation. And then he just⊠looks at you. For a handful of seconds that feel like ages, he just looks at you with inquisitive blue eyes, as if heâs trying to read you, or at least trying to understand.
âPlease, allow me,â finally, he tears his eyes away, and heâs got his phone out and heâs already dialling the number, âthe reception here isnât great, but my phone seems to work through it.â
Itâs only later, when youâre getting into the cab, that he grabs your arm once more. Well, âgrabâ would be the wrong word. He gently placed his hand on your arm as if to stop you, and you hesitate, half distracted by the need to get home before Steve and come up with an excuse about the car, and half curious about what the mechanic has to say.
âYou have my card,â he says slowly with significance, his voice lowering to a deep rumble. âCall me tomorrow about your car. Or,â he adds when you start closing the cab door, âif you feel like thereâs another reason you should call me, then please just do it. Iâm here to help.â
He holds your gaze for a moment or two, a few wayward strands of his brown hair falling over his forehead before he pushes them back. You find yourself forgetting to breathe, before you quickly shake your head and force a smile before looking away.
âThank you for your help.â
Now, you lie alone on your bed, on your side with your knees up to your chest, shielding yourself and your poor body from whatever lies ahead. You can feel the outline of the mechanicâs card in your dress pocket, and muster up the strength to take it out.
Should you call him? Itâs not like you had anyone else. Your family lived miles and miles away on the other side of the country. Steve had moved you to a different state after the wedding, claiming the two of you needed a fresh new beginning to start your new life together. And so youâd left all your friends and family behind without a second thought, loyally following your husband into the sunset because you loved him and trusted him.
Youâd made new friends now, but they were the wives of Steveâs friends, and you didnât know if you could trust them. What if they took Steveâs side? What if they recognised that it was you whoâd turned him so awful and mean? That it was you who was the rotten one, poisoning everything you touched because you couldnât keep him happy, couldnât be a good wife?
You stare so hard at the card until your vision blurs, and then you stare some more. After a while, your thoughts just cease altogether, and you just lie there. Just wishing you didnât exist. Wishing you were never alive to begin with, wishing you never felt the immense love in your heart that you still do for Steve. Wishing love never existed and neither did you. That you just disappeared into thin air one day and Steve could move on and be happy and be better for someone who made him better. Someone he genuinely loved and cared for and wanted to be better for.
Someone who so clearly wasnât you.
You donât know how long you lie there. Motionless. Itâs different this time. In the past, after heâs left you like this, youâve been able to get back up. Brush yourself off, make yourself pretty again and pretend it never happened. For the sake of both of you, just pretend it never happened.
You remember the first time heâd hit you. It was a month or so after your wedding, and Steve had taken you out to a work party of his. And youâd felt so relaxed, so pretty on the arm of your husband, wearing the dress heâd chosen for you, the jewellery heâd bought you. The diamond earrings sat pretty on your ears, a present from him that very night. Heâd come up behind you while youâd sat at your vanity getting ready, and kissed your cheek and told you how much he loved you, how you deserved all the prettiest things in life because you were the prettiest thing in his life.
Youâd felt so at ease, being led around by Steve whilst you mingled and spoke with his work colleagues. But his good mood hadnât lasted as the night had gone on, and halfway through the evening, youâd sensed him go silent next to you. Deathly silent. His grip around your waist had tightened to the point where it was almost uncomfortable, and his jaw was tight too. His lips set into a straight line.
Heâd been just as silent on the drive back home, and it was only once the two of you were back in your bedroom, that heâd chose to speak.
âYou were getting awfully comfortable with some of the men at the party,â heâd commented while you were undoing his tie.
Youâd wrinkled your nose, âWhat?â
âDonât say what. You know exactly what I mean.â His tone was cold, colder than youâd ever heard it. Soon, youâd grow used to the tell-tale signs that he was going into that dark, forlorn place he went to when he got like this. But back then, you didnât really have an inkling.
âD-Did I do something to upset you, Stevie?â Youâd asked hesitantly, not knowing what to make of his detached anger. Youâd reached back to undo the zipper of your dress. Usually, he did it, but he wasnât offering to do it then.
âDo I have to spell it out for you?â His tone had been so cutting that youâd physically flinched, and when heâd turned back around, his eyes were blazing accusatorily, âYou were acting like a goddamned slut tonight, flirting with all those men.â
You remember the insult not even hitting you, because the absurdity of his statement had taken you so far off guard that instead, a giggle had escaped from your lips. An awkward giggle, like you had no idea what to say to such an absurd accusation.
âDo you find this funny?â Youâd never forget the look heâd given you then, how heâd strode across the room, how big heâd looked, how scared youâd felt in that one second.
âNo, Stevie, I was justââ
The strike had come out of nowhere. Like a clap of thunder, almost. Youâd heard it before youâd even felt it. The slap that seemed to reverberate off the walls, except it was his palm against your cheek. The force of it had you reeling, and youâd lost your balance. Crashed against the wall with a thud before youâd fallen down.
You still remember how unreal it all had felt. Like an out of body experience, almost. Surreal. And the pain had bloomed instantly on the side of your face, and youâd looked up at him and heâd looked down at you, a horrified look on his face. Heâd held his hand out in front of him, staring at it hard, and the darkness from his eyes had cleared.
Back in the present, and you canât stop shaking. You feel numb, empty, and yet you canât stop shaking. You try to think back to the old Steve, the good Steve. The sweet Stevie who was a little bit shy, and yet so charming and witty at the same time. So poetically in love that heâd made you fall for him, hook, line and sinker. The romantic Steve whoâd whisked you off your feet and youâd happily followed him into the sunset without a second glance backwards.
Steve. The love of your life.
You just wish he still loved you back.
You donât know how long you lie there. Seconds, minutes, hours, they donât mean a thing. Not when this was to be your reality for the rest of your life. Again, you feel the charming mechanicâs card in your hand, but now you canât even muster up the energy to hold it up.
Itâs the dead of the night when he finally comes back. You havenât moved an inch, but the sound of the front door shutting and the footsteps thudding up the stairs has alarm bells going off in your head.
No, no, no. No more hitting, no more pain. You couldnât take another slap, you couldnât, you couldnât, you couldnât! In fight or flight mode, you heave yourself up, shaking with fear. The only place you can think of to hide is under the bed. And maybe he wouldnât care to look for you, maybe heâd stay in the guest room, maybe heâd just leave you alone.
But you see Steveâs shoes as he enters your shared bedroom, and you find that youâre holding your breath. Slowly, he steps inside, and you hear him call out your name quietly. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping to be transported away. Far, far away where nothing cruel could reach you, and you could be happy all the time and not have to feel any pain, not ever, ever, ever!
Itâs when his fingers wrap around your ankle that you start crying again. But no sound comes out, perhaps because youâre in shock. Or maybe because youâre just too scared. Rigid, frozen in complete fear, youâre limp as he pulls you out from under the bed.
âOh God,â he whispers as the stark white orange light of the bedroom hits you. âOhâŠOh God⊠IâŠâ his voice catches, his blue eyes clear and alert, blinking several times as he takes you in. Your poor, quivering body, and haunted, dead eyes that look anywhere except at him.
âI didnât mean to,â he hoists you up into his lap gently as he sits on the cold floor, a mix of shock and regret on his face as he repeatedly shakes his head, surveying your face, your arms, your shoulders, your stomach, âBaby, I⊠Oh God, I didnât mean it, I swear I didnâtâŠâ
You find the tiny speck on the wall once more, and you fix your gaze upon it until it blurs. You're so numb, so far away, and you barely feel his hand as he gingerly touches the bruises and marks heâs left on you. Some old ones, some new. Some that had yet to turn dark and noticeable, some half covered in makeup from before.
Carefully, Steve strokes your face, the same side heâd slapped repeatedly only a few hours before. But the gentleness doesnât register to you. Nothing does. You stare at the speck even harder, wondering if it was always there.
âIâm so sorry,â he breathes, his tone hushed, regretful. Filled with anguish. âBaby, Iâm so sorry, I⊠I got angry, I shouldnât have got angry but I justâŠâ his voice trails off as he stares hard at his own hand. As if he canât believe heâs done this, as if he canât believe that his own hand was capable of doing so much damage.
The speck on the wall seems to get bigger. You wish to God it would swallow you up whole.
âI swear I wonât do it again; I wonât ever hurt you like this again, I swear on my life,â Steve holds you up against his chest, cradles you like youâre a baby. And it feels so alien, to be handled so delicately. He hugs you close, burying his face in your shoulder, and thatâs when you hear his voice break, âI wonât do it again, you have my word Iâll never hurt you again. Iâm so fucking sorry, oh God, Iâm so sorry.â
I wonât do it again. Youâd heard that before. Thatâs what heâd said the first time heâd hit you. Thatâs what he said after every time. The speck grows blurry.
âBaby, please say something,â he stops hugging you, but still holds you in his lap, his strong arms around you in a way that should make you feel safe but right now you just feel nothing. His voice is thick, âI swear on everything, I wonât lay a hand on you again. I just⊠I donât know whatâs wrong with me, I donât know why I get like that. Everything goes black, and itâs like I canât think straight and then by the time I can, itâs too late. But I swear Iâll get better, I swear on my life this wonât happen again, baby, just please. Please say something.â
If you painted over the speck, would it still be there? Would it disappear entirely, or would the paint chip off after enough time had passed, and reveal the ugliness once more?
âIâll go to anger management, therapy, you name it,â he shakes you gently, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. âI want to get better for you, be better for you. I know Iâm not a good man, baby, I know you deserve better and Iâll do anything. I swear, this is the last time I hurt you, okay? Please, just believe me, okay? Just say something.â
Steve stands up with you in his arms, your limbs falling limply down by your sides, your head lolling down too. Almost like youâre not real, like youâre a doll who was alive for a little while but youâre not anymore. You certainly donât feel alive. You donât feel anything. Just numbness.
Tenderly, he lays you down on the bed. The same bed heâd roughly thrown you down and violated you on just a few hours earlier. And a part of you, a tiny part of you from the deepest recesses of your mind, wants to muster up the courage to look into his eyes. To search for the man you love, to see if heâs still there. But the dark numbness eats you from the inside out, and so you just stare blankly at your speck on the wall.
âI promise Iâll change,â Steve repeats, the desperation now evident in his tone as he clutches your face, wills you to look at him. âPlease, just listen to me. Believe me when I say Iâll change. Wh-When we⊠when we have our little girl, Iâll change. Iâll be a good husband and a good dad, make both of you happy. I wonât ever get like this again, I can promise you that now, alright? Thatâs a promise Iâm making to you right now.â
A child? Would he hurt it too? Would he grow to hate it too, simply because it would be yours?
He grabs your hand, and his is so warm. Or is yours the one thatâs freezing cold? It had been cold under the bed, but youâd liked it. Feeling cold was a different kind of pain, one that distracted you from the pain heâd caused you.
He kisses you desperately, all over your face as if trying to get you to say something back to him. Instead, you notice another speck on the ceiling above the closet. How many were there? Were they secretly laughing at you? Mocking you for staying so long in a speck-filled house?
âBaby?â Steveâs eyes glisten, his face so ghastly pale as he grabs your hand and presses more desperate kisses on it, âBaby, please say something. Say you forgive me. I-I donât know why I do it, okay? I just, Iâm so fucking terrified of someone taking you away from me. Taking away the one person, the only person, in my whole fucking life who means everything to me. I couldnât stand it, I thought heâd take you away from me, and I just saw red, and Iâm so sorry. I hate myself for doing this to you, baby. Iâm so sorry, please say something!â
But you canât! How can you, when it doesnât even feel like youâre real anymore?
The specks are all around you now, growing larger and larger. You can hear Steve apologising over and over again, hugging you close as he begs for your forgiveness. But youâre too far away, so far away that you can barely hear him anymore. Lightyears away, in your own universe where youâre brave and confident and nobody ever messes with you. Nobody ever hurts you. And you take care of yourself, and itâs enough.
You find yourself hurtling through windows of time, entering one before flitting into the next as the specks grow so large it feels like theyâre consuming you. You find yourself observing your birthday last year, when youâd baked your own cake and Steve had spent hours decorating it for you. Using your favourite-coloured frosting, and of course youâd gotten some on your face. Heâd kissed it off for you, and told you that you were adorable.
Now youâre on Steveâs roof, the night heâd told you about his big promotion at work. Youâd yelped in excitement, hugged him so hard it had hurt â but the good kind of hurt. And heâd had those stars in his eyes as heâd held you. âYouâre my best friend, you know?â heâd said, âEvery time anything good happens, youâre the first person I look for in the room to tell.â
Memory after memory, one cherished moment after another. And youâre so possessive of these moments, like you want to lock them up in a jar and keep them safe forever. Not let them get tainted like how heâd gotten tainted. Because of you, of course.
Maybe Iâll stay here, you think as the specks continue to consume you. Itâs safe here. Iâm happy here. Heâs happy too. Maybe Iâll stay forever...
But something's stopping the specks from swallowing you up and taking you away. Taking you far, far away where Steve couldn't hurt you anymore, the place where there was only love and never hate. But something's stopping you, pulling you back like gravity that you simply couldn't defy. A stranger's voice, warm and sweet like honey, cutting through the freezing cold numbness.
âIf you feel like thereâs another reason you should call me, then please just do it. Iâm here to help.â
You feel the card clutched tightly in your hand; the hand Steve isnât holding on to. And it pulls you back, back, back to reality. Another memory, but this time itâs a stranger with blue eyes and a friendly smile.
The specks slowly start to disappear, and you find yourself back in your bedroom. Back in Steveâs arms. Back in his warm embrace, except it does nothing to stop you from feeling so numbingly cold.
âI love you,â Steve whispers, âI love you so much, Iâd die if I lost you. Please forgive me, baby. Come back to me. I wonât ever hurt you again.â
He lifts you up and hugs you once more, holding on to you so tightly as if his life depends on it. Strokes your hair and whispers sweetly in your ear, says all the words of regret that you've heard before. But you lie motionless in his arms like a broken doll, your poor cheek resting limply on his shoulder.
And itâs over Steveâs shoulder that you look down at the card in your hand, and read the manâs name, along with his number. And suddenly, a coolness washes over you.
Your finger twitches. You take a deep breath.
âBaby?â Steve draws back till youâre both face to face once more, and his eyes have those stars in them again, the stars you'd fallen in love with, the stars you'd wanted back so bad that you'd let it get this far. He cups your face, and presses his forehead against yours.
âYou forgive me, don't you?"
THE END.
Okay so. That was a lot. It was a lot to write. If you're still here, then thank you for sticking around till the end. I hope you enjoyed reading it and I hope you found the story that I was trying to tell compelling. Please do let me know what you thought. What do you think reader will do now? What do you WANT her to do now? Who was the stranger? Why is Steve the way he is? IDK. Any raw thoughts and feedback would be incredible as always. Thanks so much for baring with me while I tried to post this fic. One last thing - this is a work of complete fiction. Thank you <3
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chemical override
Ewan Mitchell x actress!reader
a/n: i caved and did an actual Ewan fic! Given that the lad is more of a public persona nowadays, I reckon it's fine (?) This is pure self-indulgence for all my Ewan loves. May have a continuation but idk for now, enjoy!!
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The reader and Ewan are paired for press interviews. Despite barely having any scenes together and only knowing each other in passing on set, the chemistry they share cannot be denied...
Your first round of press takes place in a primped up hotel suite in Paris, thanks to the team at HBO.
You are an up and coming actress, much like some of your costars in the show, but the pressure is heavier on you because you were entering in season two, whereas everyone was already well-acquainted with one another.
Your few scenes were mostly with Jace and Baela, so you grew close to Harry and Bethany.
However, the media team decided to pair you up with Ewan for the day. A little fun initiative was set by the team that a character from the Blacks would be do press with a counterpart from the Greens - hence, yourself and Ewan.
You're nervous as you walk down the hallway, unable to fully pay attention to the instructions your lovely assistant gives you.
She tells you about the different interviewers for the day, bloggers and magazine writers from all over the world. She reminds you that each one will only be for a maximum of 5 minutes, so it shouldn't be too complicated. She smiles and eagerly says, "Take a deep breath, you got this!", as you reach the suite doors.
But in your mind, all you can recall is your first interaction with Ewan, almost a year ago right after the table read. You had nervously blurted out to him that Aemond is your favourite character, after he just asked, "How are you?". He laughed, said thank you, before he was pulled away in conversation by Tom.
You pray to the fictional Westerosi gods that things will fare better today. That you won't get all tongue-tied when those steel blue eyes land on you.
Upon entering the room, the team is quick to fuss over you. Sometimes you forget that you're actually an actress now. A celebrity, some might say. It all feels surreal and you have a inkling it won't ever stop being this way.
Ewan is already seated in front of the camera, and he stands to give you a hug as you finally walk over.
"Hey there, how are you?" he smiles widely, smelling like cigarettes and something muskier as he wraps his arms around you.
Unroll your tongue. Rework your brain. Calm down.
"Hey, Ewan!" you respond. "I'm doing great, happy to see you again."
"Well, I only wish we could have had more time together on set." Ever the gentleman, he gestures for you to take your seat before he does the same. "But next season perhaps? Who knows?"
"Oh, sure." You settle in, pleased by the fact that your chairs are only about a foot apart. "We can both look forward to my character giving Aemond the arse kicking he deserves."
He laughs, eyes glinting with mischief. "Come on now, I was thinking our characters are actually quite compatible, no?"
"Well, I sure wouldn't want to step on Alys' shoes. She'd probably curse my character all the way to Yi Ti."
"Hmm," he hums, biting his lip. You can't help but hear Aemond when he does that. "I say you can always count on Aemond and Vhagar to come to the rescue of a beautiful maiden such as yourself."
Well, you'll be damned. Ewan, while still an introvert of his own sort, is as charming as can be. If he's turning it on to get himself hyped for the press, it's working.
It's definitely working on you, to say the least.
The media manager gives the signal for the first interview to begin, and a reporter walks in, all ready with prepared script in hand.
"Here we go," you mutter, facing forward.
"Good luck," Ewan replies.
You both shake the reporter's hand, and he introduces himself as Jared.
"So guys," Jared begins. "Why don't we start with you telling me a little bit about what we can expect from your characters this season?"
The question is easy, and it doesn't take long for you and Ewan to think it through. Jared asks a few more basic questions, before drawing the attention more to you.
"When you watched season one, did you have a favourite character?" he asks you.
You smile, "Oh, I mean, I have to say - and Ewan already knows this, by the way - that Aemond was my favourite character."
"Was?" Ewan says, feigning shock. "Unacceptable."
"Was... Is... " you shrug, rolling your eyes playfully, earning a laugh from Jared. "I think I might be more a Daemon girl now."
"Oh!" Jared exclaims happily. "Does Matt know about this?"
"I'll be sure to tell him - "
Ewan interjects, shaking his head at you, "There's no need to tell him, because I'll convert her back to Team Aemond in no time, trust me."
"Daemon is awesome, though," you say to him, smiling.
"Sure." Ewan makes a face like that fact doesn't matter. Wasn't he the one who said that Daemon would be the character he would most like to play if not Aemond?
"And Caraxes is my favourite dragon." You share a look with Jared, hoping he would agree.
"Yes!" Jared says. "Caraxes is the best dragon in the show, in my opinion."
"Ah, you're both wrong," Ewan says. "My Vhagar is the oldest and baddest dragon in all of the land."
"My Vhagar, he says," you joke. "Seems like someone still hasn't shed Aemond for this press tour."
"And I never will, darling." His gaze is intense when he turns to you, and you clear your throat to fight the warmth rushing to your cheeks.
"Alright, they're giving me the wrap-up," Jared thankfully breaks the tension. "It was a pleasure talking to you guys, congratulations on the new season!"
One interview down, and your nerves have already considerably subsided. Ewan tapping your arm to start up a conversation once more surely helps in distracting you.
In the best damn way possible.
"How do you think we did? That wasn't too bad, was it?"
"I think we did quite well," you casually offer a high five, but your heart skips a beat when Ewan interlaces your suspended hands for just a moment.
"I'm glad they paired me with you," Ewan says, after releasing your hand. You hold on to the armrests to keep your fingers from twitching.
"I am, too," you admit. "I am a fan of you, after all, but I think you already know that."
He blushes, "Well, that's not a bad thing. I think you're a fantastic actress. I must have seen your first film a good ten times."
"You mean my first and only film," you add humbly. "But thank you."
"Only film for now," he affirms. "No doubt this is only the beginning for you, darling. With your talent and your charisma, I'm sure you have potential scripts piled up already."
"I could say the same for you! Have you seen what your fans say about you online? You're the internet's new boyfriend, Ewan Mitchell."
The media manager announces the next interview, but Ewan follows up with a response for you under his breath, "I have seen some things. But when I have a girlfriend, I'll make sure she won't have to share me at all."
Oh, so apparently he is single. But wait - why is he telling you this?
You don't get to mull over that thought. For the time being, the next interview starts and you make sure you do a good job at what you're paid to do - promoting the series.
Not daydreaming about getting with a costar, for heaven's sake. Stay professional.
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You feel lightheaded after finishing the seventh - or had it been the eighth? - interview.
Your assistant delivers a coffee to you during the twenty-minute break. Ewan had stepped out to the balcony to have a smoke, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
He certainly is everything you expected him to be, and so much more. Insightful, cheeky, dedicated. An artist, through and through. He was in the business for all the right reasons, passion and respect for the craft.
If he had any flaws, you weren't privy to them yet. If there are any reasons for you not to be attracted to him, you didn't know what those were yet.
And with every flirtatious remark and pointed smile, you can't deny the hope blooming in you.
"Hey," he reappears, pulling you out of your musings. "I hope you don't mind that I smell of smoke."
No, you didn't, not when it's him.
"Don't worry about it," you reassure him. You tilt your head forward to take a sip of your coffee, but a lock of your hair falls in front of your face. Annoyed, you think to reach for it, but Ewan beats you to it, tucking it back in place.
"There you go, darling," he croons, gesturing for you to proceed in drinking.
"Th-thanks." His eyes don't leave yours as you take a slow sip.
"So," you say, desperate to break the silence, "which interview did you enjoy the most so far?"
"How can I possibly choose? I mean, I really liked the one with ComicSociety, the guy that said our characters have a lot of chemistry and should get together next season. He's right, I already told you!"
"Ohhh, sure, that will go down really well with the Blacks and Greens."
He smirks, "I don't see why not?"
"For one, Aemond is ensnared by Alys, and my character will never give up fighting for Rhaenyra. I just don't see it happening, Ewan."
"Right," he mutters thoughtfully, "there is still Alys in the picture."
"Still in the picture? With the amount of steamy scenes you two have lined up for season three, I'd say she will be Aemond's entire picture in and of herself."
"Hmm," he glances at you once, then looks down. Dare you think it, does he look disappointed?
"But hey," you add lightly, "maybe we can talk to Ryan and he can flip the entire script just for our characters."
"Yeah," his cheeky smile resurfaces, "maybe you can take Alys' place."
Take the place of Alys? Of Alys. Is he insinuating...
"Next round of interviews, guys!" The media manager announces to the room.
"Here we go again, darling," Ewan squeezes your hand once, before putting on his professional face once more.
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By the end of it all, not even caffeine can perk you up. You were exhausted, you and Ewan having finished four full hours of press.
Your assistant comes to your aid, ready to direct you back to your own hotel room.
"This has been such a pleasure, Ewan, really." You stand, this time initiating the hug.
He squeezes you gently, humming in your ear. When you pull apart, he says, "I honestly wouldn't mind trudging through hours and hours of press with you."
That's sweet of him. You're too tired to mask the warmth that rises to your cheeks. "And I feel the same. Today couldn't have gone any better."
"Truly, and listen, maybe we could - "
"Ewan!" The manager approaches. "I'm so sorry to rush with this, but we need to film just a quick soundbite with you for Aemond. Just two to three questions for the Max Tiktok account?"
"Oh, okay - " Ewan is reluctant to turn away from you.
"Perfect! If you could just stand there by the windows please..." The manager already has him by the arm, directing where he has to go.
"We have to go," your assistant says. "Still have to prep for tomorrow."
"I'll see you soon, Ewan!" you call out to him. "Thanks again."
He gives a half-hearted wave, dejected as he watches you walk out of the room.
"That wasn't too bad," you share with your assistant as you enter the elevators. "Not bad at all, actually."
"Oh, you did so well," she compliments. "It definitely helps with the press that you and Mr. Mitchell have such insane natural chemistry."
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In the calm of your hotel room, you get ready for bed.
Just when you're about to finish with your nightly routine, your phone rings from your bedside table. You're quick to rush over, thinking it could be your assistant or your manager, with an urgent update about work.
But no - it's an unknown number. A UK number, as it appears.
Confused, you click answer anyway, putting it to your ear with a tentative, "Hello, who is this?"
"Hi, darling."
"Ewan?"
"Yeah, uhm, I hope I didn't disturb you - "
"Not at all," your answer comes out in a rushed breath.
"I also hope you don't mind that I got my assistant to ask your assistant to give me your number? It's what I wanted to ask you before you left today."
"Oh." You feel fully awake now, by some miracle, butterflies finding home in your stomach. "I don't mind. I... I should have given you my number, anyway. I have most of the cast's, in case I need to get a hold of you guys."
"Hmm, right," he says from the other end. You hear him calmly breathing, the sound strangely comforting, and wonder if he can hear the same from you.
He says, "I just wanted to keep hearing your voice. Didn't get enough of it today," and your heart just about stops.
"Oh. Okay," is all you are able to respond with.
"What are you doing?"
"Just... just getting ready for bed." Phone pressed to your ear, you shuffle around the room, putting some things back in place.
He says nothing for a few seconds, but you still hear his breathing, and some shuffling in the background. It occurs to you that he might just be as nervous as you are now.
Maybe.
"Listen," he finally says, "do you want to hear my pitch to Ryan about why our characters should get together next season?"
A genuine laugh escapes you. He sure is persistent. Playful, sure, but you're definitely willing to play along.
"Let's hear it."
"First," he says, "you have to renounce Daemon as your favourite character - "
"Not a chance."
" - and swear your love for Aemond."
"Keep dreaming."
He laughs, and you can only picture the corners of his eyes crinkling.
"Aww darling," he teases, "don't you love me?"
đ part two - part three
The OGs will know that the final line is a nod to my first ever Aemond fic! đ€
Did this slightly delay my series works? Yes, yes it did. Do I regret it? For Ewan frickin Mitchell, I would never ~
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making moves- l.norris
a/n: HI AND WELCOME TO MY FIRST FIC-TOBER FIC I HOPE YOU ENJOY :)))))
Day 1 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist
summary: Lando and you don't exactly get along and now you're quitting, he'll surely take it well, right?
pairing: lando norris x fem! mclaren publicist! fem! reader
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You turned the corner of the media pen with Landoâs arm in your hand. If he stepped one foot out of line, if one hair was out of place, one unnecessary giggle or joke, youâd lose your mind. You were getting sick of this, of him, of cleaning up every single one of his messes.Â
âI said Iâm sorry-â
âI donât want to hear it,â you sighed. You hadnât studied mechanical engineering and sports journalism for years in college to become a goddamn babysitter. âJust do your interviews and donât say anything about your relationship status, please Lando.â
He rolled his eyes but obliged, moving past you to start an interview with some sports journal.
You watched the room around you. You would miss this, the buzz of the media pen, the entire paddock, being so close in the action of your favourite sport. You wished it hadnât come to this. You didnât want to quit, but you were being driven mad by a 24 year old man-child, and you couldnât take it anymore. A year and a half ago, you were being driven crazy by how much you wanted him, now, it was his party-boy ways and arrogant smirk that set you off. Lando had always been a popular driver, you understood the attraction on every level. He was a pretty, sometimes funny, and rich man. He was on the younger side of the grid, and he was talented. Christ, was he annoying to work with. He was conceited, self-centred, a manwhore, and downright difficult the majority of the time. You disregarded almost every time he was kind to you, because less than 48 hours later he would do something dickish and ruin your weekend off, or make you cancel a date to come get him from a club because he was drunk and his friends left him alone, blah, blah, blah. You were excited to finally be free of Lando Norris and his asshole-ish ways, yet, maybe youâd miss his face. Anyways, just one race left, and your two-weeks are up.Â
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Lily pulled you into a hug. âIâll miss you so much!â she sighed. âIt sucks youâre not even finishing the season with McLaren.â
You shrugged, hugging her back. âIâll call you, I promise. And we have Greece in January,â you reminded her. She nodded and pulled back.Â
âSee you in the morning,â she smiled, then disappeared back to their hotel room.Â
âSee you in the morning,â Oscar smiled, pulling you in for a hug. âYou better call her once you land in New York, or sheâll lose her mind,â he chuckled.Â
You nodded, smiling. âI will, donât worry. And Iâll miss you too, Osc.â
He smiled, pulling back. âIâll miss you too.â
You turned to go to your room, but Lando stopped you. âWhy are you going to New York?â
âFor my new job,â you explained calmly. âIâm leaving on Sunday night.â
Confusion flashed across his face, and you took the silence as a chance to leave. You brushed past him and continued on your way down the hall.Â
âWhat do you mean youâre âleavingâ on Sunday night? Are you going on holidays for the weeks we have off?â he asked, catching up with you.Â
âNo, I start my new job the next week and I need to get my apartment unpacked and sort out my office,â you explained.Â
âWhat? Why are you doing that?â
âUnpacking my apartment? Iâll be living there-â
âNo, moving? You have a job, y-you work here, you work with me,â he stumbled through his sentence and you raised an eyebrow.Â
âDid Stella not tell you? Iâm leaving after the race this weekend. I sent in my two-week notice almost two weeks ago. I got a job offer from the New York Jets and I took it. Anyway, good night Lando, Iâll see you in the morning,â You continued on your way to your room.Â
âYou canât just leave! What will I do without y- someone to-â
âGet your laundry and fix your mistakes in the media? Youâll be getting a replacement when I leave. His name is Will, heâs organised, and heâs quite funny. I think youâll get along.âÂ
âWhat will I do without you?â he gritted out. âYouâre meant to be here, with me, and now youâre leaving? How am I supposed to feel?â
âImparcial Iâd assume.â
âImparcial? Y/n, come on, you canât be that blind?â This was a different version of Lando than what you were used to. He was usually a brass and confident arsehole. Yet, here he stood in front of you, upset that you were leaving.Â
âBlind to what? The way you abuse your power? The way you make me do your bidding? The way you make me cancel important things in my personal life to fit your schedule of heavy drinking? The way-â
âThe way Iâm in love with you?!â He practically shouted. You clapped a hand over his mouth and a surge of panic ran though you. You pulled him into your hotel room after you and sat him on the bed, then proceeded to pace the room.Â
What did he mean he loved you? He hated you. He made your life a living hell. He made sure youâd have to see him everyday. He made sure youâd be in his apartment building. He made sure to-
Oh. Shit. He loved you.Â
âY/n,â his voice was soft. âYou need to calm down.âÂ
You turned to him. âCalm down? What the fuck do you mean âcalm downâ? Iâve just spent the last fucking year and a half burying any and all romantic feelings for you, tried to hone in on all of your flaws to make myself hate you, quit my job to get away from you, and now youâre telling me you love me? What the fuck Lando?!âÂ
âYou had romantic feelings for me?â He blushed.Â
âThatâs what you got from that?!âÂ
He chuckled. âIâm sorry, alright. We can work this out, just tell Andrea you donât want to quit-â
âLando Iâve accepted the job offer in New York, Iâve signed the contract. I canât back out,â you sighed, putting your head in your hands. âYou really have great timing,â you scoffed.Â
He smiled, placing his hands on your waist. âThen weâll make it work,â he shrugged. âI want you, if youâll have me.âÂ
You looked up at him. Were you really doing this? Lando Norris was your typical male celebrity in his twenties. He had everything he could ever want, any girl he could ever want, and he wanted you? Every insecurity and logical bone in your body told you to run away. Youâd seen what the internet did to girls he was seen in public with, let alone a girl he actually came out and admitted to dating. Was he worth being torn apart for?Â
âYouâre killing me here,â he laughed to hide his fear. Heâd waited a year and a half for this moment. He wanted you more than anything. He wanted to be able to call himself your boyfriend and get to call you his girlfriend. He wanted you around him all the time. Every time heâd found out about a date youâd been on or met a guy youâd been seeing he was filled with jealousy. He was yours, he just needed you to be his too.Â
âLando, I donât know if this is a good idea-â
He pressed his lips to yours and it was undeniable. This was what you had been searching for. That stupid âsparkâ all those rom coms talked about all the time. Kissing him was like fireworks. He brought your hands up to wrap around his neck and smirked when you kissed him back. You fit together so perfectly, his lips against yours, your skin against his, everything.Â
You pulled back slowly.Â
âSo can I be your boyfriend now?â he whispered, the hint of a smile on his lips.Â
âOnly if I can be your girlfriend,â you smiled back. He pressed his lips to yours again. Maybe he was worth being torn apart for.
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Simon âGhostâ Riley Fic Recommendations Pt 2đâš
this post will contain sfw and nsfw content - nsfw below the cut! please support the writers!! they deserve a lot of love for sharing their fics with us<3 comment, reblog, and like their posts - gonna be real, Iâd just binge their blogs because letâs be honest⊠everything they write goes incredibly hard
SFW:
starting strong with @tojisun! hugs and kisses, have coming home to⊠Simon? and some subspace
canât not include @gremlinmodetweeker and their Ghost Icks post
@simonsrileyhusband is up next with Teen!Simon helping Teen!Reader come out to their parents
a fan favourite, @khioneeeâs fic about Simonâs instinct to protect
the start to a series that has ruined me, @majinbangusâs fic about Johnny getting you a âdogâ
from @themotherofhorses, holding Simon while he cries
@simonbrain gave us Simon being good with kids
@chaosandmarigolds was fantastic and wrote Traditional!Simon Riley
@midnight-shadow-cafe, and their big, beautiful brain, served up Closer Than You Think
our lovely @xoxunhinged wrote about Simon taking you out and Simon being clumsy
aah!! @dante-mightdie is serving up some angst with Simon and BlueCollar!Simon Riley
@puff0o0 was so, so sweet and gave us kissing Simonâs gun and Simon with a cold partner
@fishsinsareacknowledged wrote about Simon destressing with you and hugging Simon
love this from @i-love-you-just-the-same, telling Simon âweâre getting marriedâ
hi, dmitriene actually posted this as I was finishing up the masterlist so⊠itâs fresh!! Simon letting himself rest
and, from @leafavleoâs wonderful blog, push ups with Simon
please make sure to read content warnings (CW) and/or trigger warnings (TW)! your comfort comes first, check the fic before you read it<3
NSFW:
is it really a masterlist if I donât include @codnasties? thought so, weâre indulging in a little Dom!Ghost taking care of his princess and CNC with Simon
@k6tzie gave us some CoD đœ!links and Sub!Virgin!Ghost
weâre going to round back to tojisun! I might have a bias for their fics⊠maybe. listing them off in no particular order: DadBod!Simon Riley, Biker!Simon Riley, Simon bullying into you, Simon Rileyâs breeding kink, loving sex, oral fixation, practicing for Simon and a follow up post - toji!!! love you, pookie<3
a GN! and Male!Reader writer, our beloved simonsrileyhusband again! Loser!Simon Riley x Older!Reader, Loser!Virgin!Simon, Loser!Simon Riley, Older!Simon, size kink, and sucking off Simon
hello, hello @simonrillleyyysss, we love Ghost on your period and (tbf it can be read as sfw, but itâs in nsfw just to cover my bases) sucking on Simonâs nipples
@simonriley09, smooches, Inexperienced!Simon Riley x Virgin!Reader and (specifically held off on reblogging just to put it in here first) public sex with Simon
back to simonbrain, Simonâs depraved and Simon and his harmless bird
OKAY. dante-mightdie popped off with Butcher!Simon Riley - can we make that clear? okay, Butcher!Simon Riley being a little gross, Butcher!Simon Riley taking you in the break room, camping with Butcher!Simon Riley, and Butcher!Simon Riley needs a hand
@yawnderu wrote a wonderful sex pollen fic
guess what⊠another sex pollen fic from @shotmrmiller
@lxvvie made my brain blue screen with grey sweatpants, little Lieutenant Riley, and itâs yours
we all clap and cheer, itâs @evilgwrl with Simonâs too big
@ghouljams⊠thanking you every day for Cerberus!Ghost
b-b-b- @bi-writes! mwah, Ghost doesnât take his mask off
another one from @navybrat817 where Simon fucks you with the mask on
did someone say @dmitriene? I did! collaring Simon, Simon being gentle, and rough sex with Simon
big brain moment from @theorist-fox, Simonâs not a stallion in bed and Iâm unwell for this
speaking of unwell, @lovelyghst wrote about his Jacobâs ladder
@lvrsrequ3st gave us Simon edges you
@girlyteengirlcoreâs overstim with Simon fic, wonderful
Subtle Thirst by @blingblong55, tasty, yummy, scrumptious
@maskedbyghostâs fic where Simon recites his vows is so very good
so, weâre back to majinbangus⊠oh boy. Simon gets a bath and pulling Simonâs collar, but like, read through the series, Iâm begging you
@nighttimealone wrote some humping with Simon, love to see it
âdo you think you'll kill for me one day?â from @cherie-doll
@thedivinetexts gave us Simon sharing you with the 141
@khioneee wrote about Simon being too big and Simonâs voice
@beloveds-embrace wrote a little something, too heavy? never
@musouie wrote about how Simon begs
@konigsblog served up some Bull!Simon x Cow!Reader oh my god
and, last but certainly not least, an oral fixation from @fictionismyreality3
#wow that was a lot#machveil fic recsđâš#fic rec#fic recommendation#cod#cod thoughts#call of duty#support your writers#sending love
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A HELL OF A MORNING
Stepdad!Joel Miller x f!reader || 4,2k
part 2 of A Step Into Hell || can be read alone
Summary: Joel has his favorite thing for breakfast. His stepdaughter.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, Joelâs POV, dub con but readerâs into it, big legal age gap, dark!Joel, perv!Joel, possessive!joel, f!oral, unprotected piv (wrap it up), blackmail, premature ejaculation, creampie, degradation, rough m!oral, brief choking on cock, slutshaming, praise kink, daddy kink, mention of public sex, spanking (1), cum eating, swearing. The pics are for the mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions. Joel can lift reader.
A/n: This mf wouldnât leave my mind and after such a warm welcome of the first fic Iâm happy to share more of his depravity with you. I hope you all will enjoy this new storyâ€ïž A huge thank you to a lovely anon for this request and the inspođ Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ingđ Ilysm! Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
MASTERLIST || more of stepdad Joel || stepdad Joel drabble
There you were. Sweet thing in her little shorts and a tight top, sitting across from Joel at the breakfast table. Beautiful and hot. Just like a week ago, and a week before that. The only difference was that this morning he knew the feel of your pussy squeezing his cock, knew the taste of your soft lips, the weight of your tits in his hands. This morning you were his.
While Joelâs wife was setting the table for the three of you, you were throwing shy glances at your stepdad from time to time. Joel fucking loved it. Loved how anxious you were about what you two had done the previous night, loved how you flinched every time he spoke, scared that heâd tell the secret to your mother.
âHoney, got news for ya. Iâm fuckin your daugher. Pass the salt?â
Fuck no! Heâd never do that, never ruin this thing between him and his sexy stepdaughter. Having you on a leash like that, using your holes whenever he pleased was a gift. You belonged to him and he was going to do everything to keep owning you.
Joel felt like the luckiest man on the planet when his horny thoughts were interrupted by your mom.
âMy headâs killing me. Iâm going back to bed,â she complained after taking a sip of her coffee and then left the two of you alone in the kitchen.
Fuck. Yeah.
Joel bricked up in a second. His cock was already throbbing in his jeans from all the memories of the previous night that had been flashing in his mind as soon as he had woken up that morning. Heâd jerked off in the shower, eyes closed, head full of images of his stepdaughter, coming on his fingers, his cock, her dildo. Thanks to you, his spank bank was full for months ahead but did he even need it when he had a real thing to corrupt and fuck?
After his wife went upstairs, his stiffness began to ache in anticipation. He got a mild kick out of it because he knew that the remedy was sitting right in front of him. Tight magic hole of his stepdaughter was within armâs reach.
What a sight you were! Eyes downcast, chest heaving, you knew damn well what was going to happen. Maybe even wished for it. Joel had no doubts what a little slut you were. Surely you were excited about a good olâ morning fuck just like he was. And Joel was ready to oblige, storing a thick breakfast sausage for his favourite girl.
âYa know what I always wanted to do since you moved to mine?â
A shiver seemed to run over your whole body when his voice broke the ringing silence in the room and you saw your stepdad get up and plop into a chair next to you. You smelled good, sweet and flowery, and Joel began salivating like a hungry wolf over a bunny.
You looked up at him and shook your head.
âWanted to eat ya out,â Joel replied and poked the wooden surface of the table with his thick finger. âRight â pokeâ here â poke.â
His heavy gaze fixed on you, he sneered at the way you squirmed in your seat and kept pressing your naked thighs together.
Gah! The horny slut was already soaking her lil shorts.
Joel had an hour or so before his wife would wake up and he was going to use every single second to play with his stepdaughter.
âDid you like your dickin down yesterday?â
You bit your lip, eyes fixed on your lap. Then you whispered, probably scared to be heard by your mother.
âJoel. Itâs so fucked up.â
âWhat is, sweetie?â Joel cooed, scooting closer to you with his chair. âThe part where you made recordings of your stepdad fuckin your mom? Or the part where you came hard stuffed full of my dick and your pink rubber cock? Aw, look at you squirmin, ya pussy achin?â he chuckled and pressed, âWhatâs exactly fucked up? Tell me.â
âAll of it.â Your voice was barely heard. Poor thing must be so confused, terrified, Joel thought. He almost felt sorry for you but the lust immediately took over and he put his bear palm on your naked thigh.
âYeah, I reckon ya right. But whatâs done is done. If hell exists weâll be there together, babydoll. So letâs have some fun when we still can, yeah?â He roughly squeezed your thigh and you shook your head, looking elsewhere but him.
âDonât you forget, missy, you have no other choice,â Joel reminded you with a dark smile and leaned forward, his breath fanning your cheek. Your gaze snapped up to his and your pupils dilated when his face got close.
âYa scared weâll get caught? I get it.â Joelâs hand slithered higher, inching closer to your covered pussy. âDonât worry. Iâm always careful. If Iâm fucking you, means the coast is clear. Relax and enjoy the ride, yeah? And if by some wild chance weâre caught, come up with a lie. No offense but your mom ainât the brightest. Youâd be full of my cock on the couch and sheâd think weâre just cuddlin.â
Joel took a sharp breath through his teeth.
âFuck! why do I get so hard jusâ thinkin about it? Do I want her to watch me fuck you? What do you think?â
You scrunched your pretty nose but Joel didnât fail to notice your squirming, your glossy eyes, your hardened nipples, tenting your top. He was happy to make you crazy for his cock and his dirty talk was working. Your body was succumbing to his horny taunting, but your mind was still fighting the inevitable.
âStop it, please,â you begged, shaking like a little chihuahua. Your fear was making you tremble, but you were needy just as much as he was. A devilish smirk twisted Joelâs face as he continued,
âLetâs watch movies together. Every few days. We'll call it âour bondin timeâ. Youâll be sittin snugly next to me on the couch. Iâll play with your pussy under a blanket, uh? Youâll try not to moan like a whore.â
âSheâs not that stupid, Joel.â Your gaze got fiery, tone annoyed. Joel narrowed his eyes. Were you getting angry at him for tormenting you or at your mother for keeping you from getting railed by your stepdad on every horizontal surface in the house?
Smirking, Joel leaned back and spread his thighs wider. His cock was thumping in the confines of his jeans and he began palming it to get some relief.
He was torturing himself too, turning both of you to the max with his talk, but for sure the pay off was going to be worth it.
âYeah, maybe we shouldnât be that ballsy,â he rubbed his scruffy cheek as he spoke, âDamn, if I could tell everyone Iâm fuckin your little cunt. Dream! Using your holes in the open. Youâd be cockwarming me at the first poker night I hosted.â
Joel loved when your breath hitched.
âImagine Tommyâs face when he sees my sweet stepdaughter creamin âround my cock in her short skirt. Iâd love to show you off, babydoll. Youâre a ten.â
Your eyes clouded up, fixed on the coffee mug in front of you, and you slowly licked your lower lip. You seemed to be imagining the picture he was painting and Joel knew that you loved what you were seeing in your little cock-obsessed head.
Joel snapped his fingers and you jerked, waking up from your depraved daydreaming.
âYa were a good girl for me yesterday but here are my rules.â
Your glossy eyes were blinking at him as you mumbled,
âRules?â
You looked so confused like there was no thought in your pretty head whatsoever. Hell! He wanted to fuck that head.
âYeah. My house, my rules, sweetie. First. No panties allowed. I wanna know your pussy is free to play whenever I want. And âs hot to know that you walk around like that.. ready for daddy to use.â
âOhh..ok,â you looked down and he saw a little smile dance on your lips. Joelâs face got dark.
âYa wearin any now?â
You shook your head, your head still down.
âGood girl,â Joel smirked and slapped his thigh with a palm. His chest expanded thinking youâd done it for him and then his mind short circuited.
Almost holding his breath he asked,
âYa still leakin me?â
Your gaze darted up as you murmured, âI donât know.â
âCheck. Now.â
His tone wasnât leaving any room for discussion so you brought your hand to your shorts. Joel couldnât wait to see it. His hand was palming his giant hard-on which was beating hard against his thigh when he saw your hand disappear in your shorts and you moaned softly.
âTwo fingers. Stretched you good yesterday. Fuck yourself a little for me. Gather everything you can.â
You locked eyes with him, gaze foggy, while your digits were working your pussy. Joel cupped your cheek and stroked your face with his calloused thumb.
âSuch a good slut for daddy.â
He saw you breathing faster as your hand was picking up the pace between your legs.
âStop! Makin you comeâs my job. Pull âem out.â
You retrieved your fingers and you both saw them glistening in the light of the morning sun.
Joel took your hand and you gasped when he shoved your fingers into his mouth. He licked them clean, humming at the taste and smacking his lips like a fucking TV chef.
âYeah, delicious pussy ⊠whatâs that undertone? Ah! My jizz!â
Joelâs smile was full of lust and triumph.
âYour little pussy kept some of daddyâs milk. I bet she wants me to fuck it deeper into you. But I need a better taste first. Get up.â
Joel made you stand between his spread thighs and shoot his blown eyes up at your face as his hand grabbed your pussy and he began kneading your soft mound and folds with his thick fingers. His movements were possessive, harsh, but still pleasant, judging by your expression - lips parted, eyes hazy, ready to roll back any second.
âNow the second rule. No boys in this house or anywhere else. You can fool around with your girlfriends if ya into that, I donât give a fuck, but I donât want any dicks around her, ya hear me? I want your pussy hungry for cock. My cock.â
Joelâs dick was unbelievably hard, trying to poke out of his jeans. âFuck it! Iâm in my own house. If I wanna pull the shlong out I will,â Joel thought and unzipped the fly with a carnal smile. His cock jumped out as soon as it was free and bobbed, looking engorged and ready to explode. But after tasting you, Joel craved more.
He spread his thighs wider, noticing the way you darted your eyes down to get a peek of his length.
âMiss it, babydoll? havenât seen him all night, yeah?â
Joel pulled you closer by your hips, leaned down and pressed his nose right into your clothed mound.
You gasped and grabbed him by the shoulders, trying to steady yourself.
âWhat are youâŠ?â the only thing you had time to say before a moan escaped your lips when Joelâs hot tongue licked your pussy over the thin material of your cotton shorts. They soaked in his saliva in a second and through the wet fabric he could easily feel your pulsating clit under his tongue. He was sure you felt his hot muscle there too by the way you fluttered your eyes shut and bit your lower lip.
For a few moments he kept kneading your asscheeks and licking over your shorts, soaking them and turning you on more and more.
Then your eyes snapped open and you looked at the door. Joel parted from your clothed pussy for a second to reassure you,
âDonât worry, baby. Thereâs a squeaky step at the top of the stairs. Iâll know sheâs comin.â
His words seemed to relax you a little and you held onto his shoulder tighter, trying to sway less under Joelâs hungry groping.
And his hunger was getting unbearable.
âHop on the table, little slut.â Joelâs chin and mustache were glistening with his saliva. His voice was gruff and impatient. You did what he said, like a good girl, and your stepdad lifted your hips and pulled your shorts down, exposing you. In a second they were lying on the floor. The next command sounded like a growl as Joel sat closer to you in his chair.
âFeet up.â
You obediently placed your feet on the edge, hands planted behind you on the table. âHey there, beautiful. Daddyâs ready to play.â
The sight of your cunt was driving Joel mad. Like a starving man, he buried his nose between your wet folds and took a big whiff off your drenched pussy. Heâs never smelled anything hotter and groaned at the scent. You were so wet he could drink you for hours and he didnât see any reason not to start. His hot tongue began sliding all over your cunt, gathering your slick off every crevice and fold, slurping and licking with obscene noises. Joel spread you open with his thick fingers so he wouldnât miss a drop of your tangy nectar and his eyes were closed as he groaned against your perfect cunt.
When he opened his hazy eyes an image of youâ jaw slack, chest and belly heaving, lashes fluttering- almost made him jizz all over your thighs. You looked gone, absolutely overdosed on pleasure.
Joel had to stop. The taste and the feel of your little cunt sent his cock and balls into a frenzy and he had planned to pump you full.
But when you looked at him and whispered a quiet âdaddy, pleaseâ, his mouth as if by itself latched onto your crying pussy and he continued sucking, licking, nibbling on your folds and clit. You raked your fingers through his curls, scratched his scalp with your nails, and Joel moaned into your heat. Heâs never been so horny in his life, never wanted anyone so strongly and it felt like he might have died if his balls werenât drenched soon. His cock was leaking rivers of pre-fuck juice but Joel wanted to last, wanted to come inside you again.
âWant daddyâs tongue in your hole, baby?â Joel asked, brushing your puffy clit with his thumb and taking in the sight of you. You were longing for a release and it didnât surprise him when you nodded eagerly.
âNo, tell me. Wanna hear it.â
âPlease, fuck me with your tongue, daddy,â you murmured and your blown puppy eyes and a thirsty- slut expression sent his tongue right into your flattering hole. Joel moved his head back and forth, reaching with his thick tongue as deep as it would go, lapping off your slick that was flowing out of you generously. His hands were kneading your thighs, until one snaked up to your chest and under your top. He found your soft tit and began groping and squeezing it while his tongue was thrusting into your tight hole.
Joelâs plans crushed when you started coming. Your walls began clamping on his tongue, your legs trembling, but what caused his misfire was your needy âdaddyâdaddyâ âm comingâ ahhhâ. That and the sight of your face all ecstatic and sexy made him thrust his hips up, his balls drew up and his cock began spurting cum all over the place like a damn volcano. Growling and cursing through his teeth, Joel grabbed it by the base, trying to minimize the damage but all in vain. His creamy jizz landed on your thighs, your twitching clit, puffy folds, his neck, his jeans and the table. It was a fucking mess.
When Joel stopped coming, he pushed his sweaty hair back with his hand and leaned back on the chair. Panting, you placed your feet on the floor and stood up on your shaky legs in front of him. Joelâs cum was sliding down your thighs so you padded to the counter and grabbed a paper towel. You cleaned yourself up, then came back and handed some to Joel. But he kept sitting, watching you, legs spread, cock softening but still huge resting on his left thigh.
âBad girl.â
âHm?â
âMade me come without stickin it up your pussy.â
âI âJoel, I didn't do anything.â
âBullshit.â He was fuming. He hadnât busted a nut like that since heâd been a teen. Fucking embarrassing.
You needed to be punished.
âOn your knees. Lick it up.â
âJoel..â
âLick. It. Up.â His tone was cold.
He saw you swallow loudly, eyes full of fear of the steel in his voice. He didnât pity you at that moment, his hunger for you had been temporarily satiated and everything he felt then was the desire to possess, control, bend your will to his.
The sight of you kneeling between his legs put a dark smile on his face, and when you swiped your little tongue over his hairy thigh, gathering the spilled cum, it morphed into a grin.
âEverything, babydoll,â he commanded and leaned forward to grab his mug off the table. The coffee was lukewarm but it would do, he needed to rehydrate after busting such a big load. The load you were eating off his soft cock right that moment.
âBon appetit, little whore,â Joel gloated, sipping his drink, as you were working on cleaning him, your eyes fluttering shut from time to time. You were swallowing his jizz again and again, your tongue soft and hot, and soon Joel began enjoying not only your humiliation, but also the sensation of your gentle tongue dancing over his dick, his balls, his inner thighs.
Joel was chewing on his lower lip, eyes blown, as his cock was waking up.
You were pulling away from his hardening length but suddenly Joelâs strong hand pushed your head down, spearing your mouth with his cock.
Joelâs fat tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged. Your nails sank into his thighs, teary eyes snapped up to his face with panic, as he was making you choke on his thick dick.
âWhat is it, babydoll? Ainât used to huge shlongs, uh? âs ok, weâll train ya,â he cooed, bringing the mug to his lips. He took a sip and then let you free. You coughed, wiping your chin with the back of your hand and glaring at him.
Joel put the mug back on the table and his hand, wrapped around your upper arm, pulled you up on your feet.
While you were still catching your breath, Joel manhandled you down onto his lap. You whined but didnât fight it. The sensation of your wet pussy pressed to his crotch, your juicy naked ass on his thighs injected a new shot of arousal into his veins.
âDaddyâs back in business, sweetie. Câmon, sit on âim.â Joel lifted you up slightly and then, holding his cock at the base, slid the leaking head between your soaked folds, searching for heaven.
âBullâs eye,â he chuckled when his fat tip caught on your sloppy entrance.
âMake her eat himâbet ya pussyâs hungry â yeahâhngggâ! he grunted, feeding your cunt his dick in one go. You arched your back and softly whimpered.
âStill tight as fuck. Shit.â
You were sitting on his length fully, warm and wet, and Joelâs arms snaked around your body, caging you in, keeping you close.
âDamn, this cunt of yours⊠fuckin made for me⊠to milk my cock⊠to drive me crazy.â
All you could muster to reply was a moan which came out louder than Joel expected.
âFuck,â he growled and crashed his mouth against yours, his big hand on the back of your head. You didnât fight him, maybe it would have been hot if youâd done a little, but your submission, your desire for his cock, was feeding Joelâs ego, making him throb harder, grow faster inside you.
Kissing you, he felt your pussy thump around him, squeeze his already stiff shaft tighter with every beat of your fluttering heart.
âRide me, ride my dick,â Joel groaned, parting from your whimpering lips, and almost choked when you began moving up and down, slowly first, helping yourself with your hands planted on his broad shoulders and then picking up the pace. His bear paws were kneading your ass, lifting you up in assistance while your walls were massaging his cock just right.
âYeahâsheâs somethin, babydollâ best pussy I hadâ swearâfuckin hell.â
You seemed to love bouncing on your stepdadâs dick. With sweat covering your forehead, you were glowing in the sunlight. If Joel were romantic heâd compare you to an angel. But he was a lust-driven, immoral asshole so he barked,
âLovin it, horny slut?â
You didnât reply, already cock dumb, too concentrated on your upcoming release. Suddenly you leaned forward and nuzzled his neck. Joel felt your tongue dance over his skin and he realized that you were licking off the cum left there.
âGood fuckin girl,â he praised you with a chuckle. âAinât even need to tell ya.â
Joelâs head fell back and his jaw got slack as you were kissing his jaw and neck, still riding him. When you pulled back, your lips and chin glistening, Joel dropped his head to watch your cunt swallow his shaft again and again. Your cream was gathering on the base of his cock and covering his coarse pubes.
Your movements were getting hectic, desperate, and Joel was ready to come too.
âMilk daddy again, babydoll. Make it right this time. Let me fill âer up.â
You pressed your body close to his with need and after moaning âDaddyâ into the crease of his neck began shaking on his cock, squeezing it, pulsating, gripping it tight.
It sent Joel right over the edge and his dick spat a long rope of cum into your core, then another and another. He grabbed you by the waist and started moving you up and down, prolonging your orgasms, fucking his cum deeper. He wanted it inside you forever, claiming you, marking you, making you his. Joel squirted the final rope with his arms under yours, his hands pressing on your shoulders, pushing your whole body onto his cock. He emptied his balls to the last drop and you accepted his load moaning and whimpering.
Joel slouched in the chair, exhausted but satisfied, and you rested on his chest. A few moments later Joel looked at his watch and croaked, getting your attention with a light spank over your ass,
âCâmon up, sweetie. Sheâll be up soon.â
Joel helped you to get up and cleaned his cum off the table with the paper towel. You werenât helping. Standing by Joel, you looked drunk, your legs shaking. Your stepdad smirked after assessing your look and helped to put your shorts back on.
âDamn. Lookin like after a gangbang. Can you walk?â
âYeah,â you mumbled and stumbled to the door, like a dear that recently learnt how to walk. Joel furrowed his brows. Your mom would definitely ask what had happened to you. Hopefully she wouldnât see you sneaking up to your room.
Unfortunately, Joelâs luck ran out. He heard a squeak.
Fuck!
In three big steps Joel reached you and took you in his arms, bridal style. You gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck.
âFollow my lead,â he said under his breath and carried you out of the kitchen.
âOh my god, what happened?!â his wife exclaimed, frozen in the middle of the stairs.
âShe hit her toe, honey. Clumsy girl. Donât worry. Iâll help her up to her bedroom.â
You were nodding, looking sad, and Joel smirked in his mind. Little slut was ready to lie.
âIs it broken?â Your momâs voice was worried.
âNo, just hurts,â you replied with a shaky voice, âIâll be fine.â
Joel hurriedly walked up the stairs, carrying you in his strong arms, leaving you mother behind.
âDonât worry, honey. Iâll get her everything she needs.â
âThank you, Joel,â he heard his wife say on her way to the kitchen. Hopefully she wonât notice the scent of sex and cum there, Joel thought.
He shut your bedroom door behind him with his foot, carried you to the bed and laid you down.
âWhat did I tell ya? Sheâll believe anythin,â he smirked, standing by the bed, his hands on his hips.
You smiled a little and leaned against the headboard with a sigh of relief.
Joelâs gaze slid down from your tired looking face to your shorts. An idea of pushing his cum back into your soft hole with his fingers flashed in his mind. No! He needed to return to the kitchen and reassure your mother. God forbid sheâd come up to check on you and notice all the cum stains on your clothes.
âWe had fun, uh, beautiful?â
âYeah,â you mumbled.
âWasnât talkin to you,â Joel gruffed before bending down and petting your pussy over your shorts. You scuffed and Joel barked a loud laugh.
Then he left your bedroom with a wide smile on his face and thoroughly drained balls.
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Hiiii! I have a request, poly!marauders x animagus!fem reader (you decide what type of animal) and everytime itâs full moon she turn into an animagus and watches hboyfriends (kinda lurks around secretly) as they take care of Remus. The thing is they donât know that sheâs an animagus, and what would their reaction be when they found out?
(Youâre an amazing writer and your fics makes my dayđ«¶đ»)
this was so sweet - thanks for your request and for your patience in me getting this to you!
please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.
poly!marauders x fem!reader who's a secret animagus
Prongs was very confused.
This was the third moon in a row that he, Padfoot, Wormtail, and Moony had been romping through the woods when Moony seemed to get caught up on something.
He wasnât sure what had changed; they always followed the same routine: transform in the shack, let Moony out, follow their trail where they can run (and roll, in Moony & Padfoots case) down a large hill, chase each other along the river bank, drink from the edge of the Black Lake, and slowly make their way back to the shack for Moonyâs transformation.Â
Except, once again, they seemed to be caught up under this unassuming tree.
Prongs looked to his canine companion who offered what he could only assume as a doggy shoulder shrug as Moony yipped and stood on his hind legs in an attempt to see through the lowest bows of the tree.
The first time this happened, Moony almost took one of Padfootâs legs off for trying to encourage him to leave the tree.Â
The second time, Moony could only be convinced to leave as his bones actually started stretching and reorganising themselves as the transformation started.
What was even stranger, though? After both of those moons, Remus woke up in a panic asking where you were and if you were âokayâ.
It took Sirius shifting back into Padfoot and laying across Remusâ chest in order to provide grounding pressure to his chest before they could get him to calm back down and convince him that you were safe.
James hated seeing this side of Remus; the side of him that none of them had seen since before the Marauders told him that they knew his secret. He felt horribly paranoid, reclusive, and entirely too guilty.Â
Guilty for daring to love you even though he felt you deserved better. Guilty for allowing you to love a werewolf. Guilty for not telling you that you were in love with a werewolf. And guilty for lying to you about it every month.
Sirius and James hated the secrecy too - but it wasnât their secret to tell. They loved you, but they couldnât take away Remusâ autonomy when it came to his infliction.
But, tonight - the third moon in a row of this nonsense from Moony - and Prongs had had it.
Prongs bowed his head and scooped Wormtail up into his antlers, hoisting him up to the lowest branch of this damned tree Moony was fucking obsessed with and encouraged him to investigate.Â
Moony let out a little whine and a huff as he sat and watched the little rat disappear through the bows of the grand pine.Â
A squeak alerted the two animagi and one werewolf to trouble when the top branches began to move and out flew a large black crow with a rat trapped in its talons.Â
The crow gently glided to the ground about ten feet away from the trio and let go of the rat who quickly ran up Prongâs leg and situated himself in the safety of his antlers.Â
Padfoot - ever protective of his pack of misfit toys animals - began stalking toward the offending bird, sure that Moony was just as excited as he was about this impromptu hunt. It wasnât their favourite - it was not a rabbit - but it would do.Â
However, much to both Padfoot and Prongsâ surprise, Moony quickly leapt in front of the crow and grumbled warningly at Padfoot, going so far as to bare his teeth at his pack member.Â
Padfoot tilted his head in confusion at Moony as if perhaps the situation would make more sense at a 45 degree angle, but it appeared that it made no difference when Pads ultimately huffed and turned back towards Prongs.Â
Prongs wanted to laugh - but deer stags couldnât do that - so he let out a âbleatâ as the crow flew above Padfoot and teasingly landed on his head.
Padfoot, ready for a fight, turned to nip at the bird who simply jumped back up and hovered just out of reach of the dog.
Prongs was suddenly even more confused.
What crow willingly releases a plump, likely juicy, rat from its talons instead of enjoying it as their meal? And what crow willingly teases a large werewolf sized dog in front of his werewolf friend?Â
This one, apparently.
And Moony - usually very possessive and exclusionary when it came to the other creatures they came across in the Forbidden Forest - seemed not only accepting of this new addition, but really quite pleased with it.Â
But it was time to go if Moonyâs flinches and groaning was any indication; the transformation would happen soon.Â
Padfoot moved towards Moony and affectionately nudged him with his shoulder, hoping to encourage him towards the Shrieking Shack.Â
Moony seemed to understand that he ought to go, but couldnât bring himself to leave without his newest friend.
Somehow - to Prongsâ absolute astonishment - the crow seemed to understand what the hold up was and flew over to situate itself on Prongsâ antler.
Prongs - far too tired after a night full of romping with a werewolf directly after a full day of classes - acquiesced to being a glorified chauffeur for his smaller friends and led the way to the shack.Â
The crow sat quietly on the top of the old fireplace as the Marauders went about business as usual.Â
Padfoot convinced Moony to curl up on the bed so he would wake up at least semi-comfortably, whilst Prongs used his antlers to encourage a blanket up around Moony so he wouldnât wake up completely nude, and Peter ran back towards the castle to give the lovers some privacy.Â
Once Moony returned fully to Remus, Prongs and Padfoot took a moment to shift back to their own human forms and started up on the healing process, completely forgetting about their interloper.
With a groan, Remus came to after James encouraged healing potion down his throat.
âIâm sorry, Moons.â He apologised in a whisper as he handed the empty vial to Siriusâ waiting hand.
âWhere is she?â Remus croaked.Â
âWhereâs who, babe?â Sirius asked, sharing a concerned glance with James.Â
Remus choked in his attempt to respond and both boys began shushing him. âDovey.â He finally got out.
âSheâs at the castle, MoonsâŠsheâs safe.â James placated.
âNo.â Remus argued. âShe was there.â
James turned to see if Sirius had any idea how to handle their boyfriendâs insanity when he spotted it behind Sirius.
The crow.
âYou.â He whispered in awe, causing Sirius to whip his head around.
The crow hopped down from the mantle of the fireplace and landed gracefully on the floor before it spun and grew back into you.
âDovey.â Remus groaned. James turned to see there were tears in Remusâ eyes, though he knew not what for.Â
âHiya Moons.â You answered shyly, shooting guilty glances at Sirius who was still staring at you in shock and to James who was looking frantically between you and Remus.
âItâs been you?â James asked incredulously.
âHow long have you known?â Remus asked at the same time.
You smiled sadly at Remus and knelt down beside him. âLong enough to become an animagi?â
âYou sneaky little witch.â Sirius finally let out with a breath, sitting down unceremoniously at the foot of the bed to look at you.
âIâm sorry. Please donât be mad.â You begged quickly; eyes darting nervously between your three boyfriends.
âYouâre worried about us being mad?â Sirius asked disbelievingly.Â
âAngel, youâve caught us sneaking around and lying to you.â James teased with a certain level of sincerity, nudging you with his shoulder.Â
âDo you hate me?â Remus whispered, eyes still trained steadfast on you.
You looked at him like he had grown three heads.
âRemus, I love you. Thatâs why Iâm here.â You pressed severely.Â
Remus laughed out a sob and covered his face with his hands.Â
âIâm sorry, but what the fuck were you thinking?â Sirius asked suddenly.
âWhat?â You responded warily.
âCasually inserting yourself into a werewolf pack! What would you have done if Moony hated you?â He barked, flinging a hand towards Remusâ general direction.
You scoffed derisively and shot Remus a look like âcan you believe this guy?â âIâm impossible not to love, Sirius. Do keep up.â
Your cheek earned you a scoff before Sirius was launching himself at you and the two of you fell to the floor, disturbing layers of dust and causing the particles to dance through the air.Â
âYouâre so lucky you're cute.â Sirius said in faux contempt as he peppered your jaw and neck with kisses.Â
James sighed in relief as he looked back over at Remus who was watching the two of you with a look so full of fondness, James was surprised he couldnât see hearts pouring out of his eyes.
âYou okay, Rem?â James asked him quietly, pulling one of his hands to his mouth and pressing a kiss to his palm.
âPerfect, Jamie. Just perfect.â Remus said with a content smile and a single happy tear trailing down his cheek.
James was more than inclined to agree.
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Show Me Pt.2 | Older!Neighbour!Eddie X Reader
Summary: Eddie finds your little treasure chest and decides to have some fun with you.
Cw: established relationship, age gap, use of sex toys on reader, oral, p in v, breeding kink? (Reader is on birth control but not disclosed in fic), creampie, dirty talk, daddy kink, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, anal play, possessive Eddie, soft!Dom Eddie x f!sub reader.
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âSunshine, can you come up here?â your boyfriend calls out from your loft.
He had run up to take a shower not too long ago after coming home from a long day at the shop. He wonât admit it but he much prefers your sweet smelling expensive soaps and lotions to his off brand 2 in 1.
âWhat is it baby?â You ask as you walk up the stairs to see your boyfriend clad in a low hanging towel, reminding you of the first time you had met him six months ago. His wet happy trail lead to that delicious bulge he is packing.
He was standing in front of your bed like he was trying to hide something with his wide frame.
âI donât know you tell me?â He shrugged.
You could tell he was up to something. You give him a pointed look before he continues.
âI thought we were good, Sugar? I thought that we had trust? but now I donât know who you are anymore?â
âEddie, baby what are you talking about?â Now you were worried. What did he think you did?
âWe have such a strong relationship, and you think you could hide this from me?â He steps to the side, revealing what is on your bed.
Your eyes widen as your multiple vibrators, dildos, and other play toys are splayed across the floral duvet.
âEddie!â You rush over, trying to cover them up, mildly embarrassed. Eddie was the only one youâd been with; you didnât want to scare him away with your collection.
Eddie stops you before you can do anything.
âNuh-uh, I donât think so, missy; you canât just pretend that you have all these tools and not think Iâm not going to play, do you?â
A wave of arousal washed over your core at his words. Eddie using your toys on you? Thatâs something you never dreamed of. However, itâs your most desired need right now.
âI-I-â
âNow, youâve been a naughty girl, keeping this from me.â
âNo! Iâve been so good!â You counter back, only knowing it would rile Eddie up even more, and you could feel his stiffening cock on your thigh.
âI think we should start off slow⊠tease you until youâre begging for it. Howâs that sound?â Eddieâs hot breath fanned across your ear and neck, sending a shiver up your spine.
âOh-okay,â you stuttered.
âGood girl,â he tapped your ass before telling you to strip.
Your clothes came off instantly, and Eddieâs towel had been hung up on the bathroom door to dry.
His half-hard cock bounced as he walked over to the bed before picking up a small pink vibrator, one of your favourites, and sat down in the middle of the bed up against the pillows. He patted his thick, hairy thigh as he instructed you to come sit between his legs. You crawled up to him before turning around, resting your back against him, and letting your head fall on his shoulder.
âLean back and open your legs for me, Sugar, yea thatâs it.â His rough, thick hands explored your inner thighs as he made sure you were sitting and as widely spread as possible.
He kissed the side of your neck as his hands travelled up and across your stomach, around to your breasts, making sure to pinch your nipples as his mouth explored your delicate skin.
He let his hands roam your soft body a little bit more before picking up the vibrator and turning it on.
A low buzzing filled the silent room before you let out a breathy moan as Eddie gently teased you. He let the little silicone toy glide across your arms, down your cleavage all the way past your belly button to your little thatch of hair that covered your mound, then back up again. You quivered as the vibrator tickled your nipples.
âMore please.â Your hand gripped Eddieâs wrist.
âNot yet.â He mumbled in your ear.
âPleaseâ
âNo, Princess. You have been naughty. This is your punishment.â
âIâm sorry,â you pleaded. You would do anything for him, your touch, your already-soaked pussy. You could feel your slick, cool against the air of the room, but he kept building up the anticipation of finally touching you where you wanted it most.
âOh, now youâre sorry,â he tutted.
âYes,â you gasp.
Eddieâs free hand found your nipple, tweaking and pinching it to his desire. This only flooded your pussy once more with arousal. You could feel it start to run down your thighs as you tried to close your legs for any sense of friction.
âNo,â Eddie growled once again, unlatching his fingertips from your nipple and vibrator to wrench your legs open once again.
âYouâre going to keep your pretty legs open so Daddy can play.â his hot lip brushed against your exposed throat.
A wet slap filled the bedroom as a sharp sting struck your clit when Eddieâs fingers slapped your swollen clit.
âFuck!â You jerk your body back further into your boyfriend, only pushing his stiff cock into your back. Youâre sure there will probably be a penis-head-shaped bruise there in a few hours, and the thought made you giggle.
âOh, you like that baby girl?â His condescending tone only made you wetter.
His thick tattooed fingers came down on your pussy once again before pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger.
You grip his forearms needing something to dig your fingers into, and let out a breathy moan, and Eddieâs cock twitches at your shaky voice.
âI think youâre enjoying this a little too muchâ he picked up the vibrator again, clicked it on the second strongest level and finally placed it on your clit.
Your hips automatically started gyrating into you as your orgasm quickly built.
âYou going to cum?â
âMmhm,â you nod your head.
âNot yet,â he growled.
âOkayâ you whined as you tried your hardest to stay still, you hold on but Eddie was teasing you so good you couldnât help but feel the need to cum right now-
âGood girl,â he swirled the vibrator around and around.
âI wanna cum, please!â
âI decide when.â
But you couldnât hold on any longer. âDaddy, Iâm cumming!â
Eddie ripped the toy away from you the second the words left your lips, denying you your pleasure.
âThis one doesnât seem to be working,â he clicked it off and threw it to the side.
âNo, no, please,â you cried.
âDonât be a bratâ he slapped your throbbing pussy once more before pushing you up off of him so he could crawl to the end of the bed and get a fresh toy.
âNo! I was so close-â
âLetâs try this one.â He plucked up your rabbit, and you stopped arguing.
You frantically nod your head as you crawl back, splaying your legs wide open for Eddie. His eyes zoned in on your glistening pussy lips. They were puffy and swollen and the prettiest shade. You watched as his eyes glazed over with lust; you knew he wanted to dive in.
âI know you wanna, Daddy,â you teased, slipping your middle finger through your folds.
âNo, mine.â Eddie pushed your hand away and replaced it with his own.
You let your head fall back as his thick fingers ran through your folds, collecting your slick before he pushed it up inside of you.
A throaty moan left your lips and your overly sensitive pussy clenched down on Eddieâs finger.
âYour pussy is so tight, baby, I canât wait to stuff it full with my cockâ
âI need you!â
âGreedy, greedy girl, so greedy for my cockâ
âOnly yours!â
âThatâs right, baby girl, this pussy is mine, mine, mine,â he worked his fingers inside your pussy as he spoke.
âCan I cum, now?â Your eyes watered; you needed it so badly.
âNo, Sunshine. We havenât even started.â He smirked and removed his fingers and sucked them clean before he reached over for the rabbit you had forgotten about.
Eddie ran the tip of the toy through your puffy folds before breaching your tight hole. Once it was fully submerged and the ears were pushed against your clit is when he turned it on.
A throaty growl left your mouth when he started up the toy.
âThis one your favourite princess?â
You nod your head frantically, not able to speak. The vibrations on your clit mixed with the thrusting in the dildo made your head spin.
âTell me how you use it.â
âWh-what?â You were fucked out already, and you hadnât cum once yet.
âWhen youâre all alone, dreaming about me, needy for my touch. What. Do. You. Do?â
âEddie! Eddie! Eddie!â You chant his name like a mantra as he pumps the purple toy in and out of your needy cunt.
âThatâs what I like to hear, but I prefer Daddy. You know that princessâ he slipped it out fully, and you cried out again. Your orgasm was so close, just ripped away from you once again.
âDaddy, please!â You slam your fists in that bed with frustration.
âIâm sorry, baby girl.â He wasnât sorry at all.
His cock was throbbing. This was the longest foreplay heâd ever put you through, and youâd yet to touch him.
âI think itâs Daddyâs turn for a little fun.â He sat up, crawling up your body to kiss you for the first time since this little punishment started. He was only a man; he could only hold out for so long.
Your lips were hungry as your tongue slipped past his lips. You needed any kind of comfort and contact from your boyfriend.
You let out a whimper as his large tattooed frame pulled away.
âNow, now, Sunshine, you get to have fun too.â He laid back beside you, and you quickly shuffled your way down to rest between his legs.
You lay flat on your stomach, aligning your mouth with his bright pink cock.
His cock lay flat against his trim stomach aligning with the happy trail covering his belly button. His clean dark hair surrounding the base of his shaft and his full round balls only made his cock more tempting.
Your mouth watered as you grasped it in your hand. Your fingers hardly touch as his girth was so wide. You waisted not another moment as you brought the tip up to your lips. Eddieâs eyes found yours as he gazed down at you lovingly; he couldnât hold back his smile as his good girl took his cock so well.
âYes, thatâs it, baby, good girl,â he praised as your mouth took him further. His usual briny, salty taste was replaced by floral sweetness as he used your soaps and shampoos not an hour ago.
You hummed as he hit the back of your throat, and it sent a wave of pleasure through Eddie. Your hair was pulled taut from Eddieâs fingers, gripping it in his fist.
As you gripped the base of his cock in one hand, your other travelled under to fondle his balls; your mouth worked its way up and down the long thick shaft before your mouth found his balls. You continued jerking him while you kissed and sucked his perfect balls.
âFuck Princess, youâre so good at that, my perfect girl. My good girlâ his lean stomach clenched as he tried to hold off his orgasm.
âBut I thought I was naughty, Daddy?â You pout innocently. You knew what you were doing.
âYou were, but I think youâve shown me youâre sorry.â He shifted his weight to crawl back to the end of the bed where the toys were still gathered. You scanned the options, excited for what he would choose for you next.
âNow, Princess. There is something that we havenât tried yet. Now you are in control with this, so you can tell me no, but-â he reaches down on the bed, and your eyes widen when you spot the toy he fondles.
âYes,â you donât hesitate. Your pussy floods once again as Eddie brings up the silver bejewelled butt plug to view.
âYou sure?â
Before Eddie could finish speaking, youâre already on your hands and knees, arching your back and presenting yourself to your boyfriend. You eagerly wiggled your cheeks at Eddie, and he just about came right then and there.
âFuckâ Eddie fucks his fist as he watches his girl spread herself for him with all the confidence and need. âWhat did I do on God's green earth to deserve you?â
âProbably something realllllly good,â you smirk over your shoulder, biting your lip as you watch Eddie watch you. âLube is in the same drawer,â you motion to the nightstand.
Quickly, Eddie hops off the bed and gets the lube before he busts a nut by just looking at you.
You hear the hard plastic of the lid snap and the lewd, wet sound of the lube being squirted out of the bottle. The cold liquid hits your puckered hole, and you flinch a little at the temperature shock, but Eddie quickly warms it up with his fingers, and he circles your tight hole with his fingers before slowly pushing them inside.
You breathe in sharply as Eddieâs thick fingers spread you open. You feel so full as he pumps them in and out, slowly spreading you open.
âGood girl, just like that. Relax for me, Sunshine.â
âSo good,â you whisper, pushing your ass further into Eddieâs penetration.
âI think youâre ready, princess.â
âYes,â you agree.
Eddie twirls the little jewel in his hand, admiring it before he gently pushes it into your ass.
âFuckâ you both breathe out as it enters you.
Eddie canât help but stroke his cock in his fist again as he takes a mental picture. There was no way he was ever forgetting this moment; this spank bank material would last him a lifetime.
âDaddy, please,â You wiggled your ass once more, and you swear you heard Eddie whimper behind you.
Your glistening pussy was so inviting, especially with the little silver jewel perched right atop your needy hole, only making it more pleasurable for both of you.
âGunna mark my pussy, gonna fill it with so much cumâ Eddie finally slipped his cock into your dripping cunt.
You let out a guttural moan as his thick cock splits you open.
âFuck me, youâre so tight,â Eddie grits through his teeth; he can feel the butt plug inside you as he pushes through your wet canal.
You felt so full, so good, and so fucked out as Eddie started to pump himself in and out of you. He couldnât believe how fucking sexy you were. He couldnât be that you let him play with you like this. He could use his own little doll to his pleasure.
He snapped his hips into your wet pussy, and his balls slapped against your clit, only aiding your pleasure. The sounds of wet slaps and moans of pleasure filled the quiet loft. Eddie grazed against your g spot on each snap, and Eddie could see the creamy ring collect at the bottom of his cock. Your slick coated his thick thatch of hair at the base of his shaft, but he didnât care; he wanted you to mark him.
âGod, your pussy is so good, so tight, so perfect, my perfect little princessâ
âEddie!â You cry your orgasm building and building. You prayed he would let you fall apart this time.
âI can feel you, baby; your pussy is clenching my cock so good.â He slapped your plush ass cheek, and that made you quiver. Your elbows give out, and your head falls into the bed below you, only making your ass stick out further.
You feel Eddie grip each cheek in both hands, his whole palm covers most of your ass, and he spreads you open even wider. He loves watching as his cock disappears as you suck him in.
âFuck, youâre being so good for Daddy.â
âMore,â you whimper.
Eddie reaches over at your request and finds the pink vibrator, and flicks it on to the highest setting before placing it in your swollen clit.
You canât hold off for ten seconds, and your body convulses under Eddieâs touch.
âIâm cuming!!â Your body washes over with a bolt of pleasure rippling through you.
âFuck, such a good girl, fuckinâ gripping my cock so tight. You want this cum so badly, donât you? Squeezing me so good, you make sure that Iâm going to pump you so fullâ
Eddieâs hips only worked faster; the vibrator was still latched to your clit, you were overly sensitive, but Eddie didnât care you were going to cum on his cock again.
âEddie, please, too much.â You were vibrating along with the toy attached to your cunt.
âYou wanted more, Princess, Iâm giving you more.â
That condescending motherfuck-âDADDY!â You scream out as your second orgasm takes over your senses. This time, your knees gave out, and you fell flat against the bed.
âOh, I fucked you that good baby?â He chuckles.
You can only moan in reply.
The new angle tightened on Eddie's cock, and he couldnât hold off any longer.
âYouâre going to take all this cum, baby; youâre going to let me pump you so full it will be dripping out of you for days. Your little belly is going to swell; you're going to carry my baby. Do you want that? Want me to fuck a baby into you?â
âYES,â you cry; his cock gets so good you canât think about anything else than how Eddie made you feel. You wanted his cum so bad you clamp down on his cock again, and Eddie canât take it.
Hot ropes of white seed are shooting into your cunt as Eddie continues to pump his cock deep into you, making sure he fills you.
Reluctantly, Eddie pulls out of you as his cock starts softening within you. All you can do is lay there as your body still tingles.
âLet me see you, pretty girlâ Eddie takes your leg and flips your effortlessly so youâre on your back and spread open for him to see his hot cum leaking out of your used cunt onto the butt plug thatâs still fully submerged in your ass.
âSo fucking prettyâ Eddie squeezed the fatty meat of your inner thigh before placing a kiss on your clit, making you jerk.
âOh, sheâs so sensitive,â he smirks before placing two more kisses on your pussy before sitting up to help clean you up.
âYou okay, Sunshine?â He returned with a warm cloth to clean up the big mess he made of you.
âMore than okayâ youâre in heaven. You havenât experienced sex like that before. It was fun, it was hot, it was tense, it was exciting, it was everything you needed.
âGood girl,â he grins as he places a gentle kiss on your lips. You couldnât believe how good he was to you, and you moaned at the praise.
âDonât tell me youâre ready to go again?â He chuckles.
âHow could I not when youâre so sexy? You turn me on so badâ You roll on top of him, spreading your still-wet pussy over his soft bush and starting to grind down on his crotch.
âFuck you canât say things like that. Eddie sits up so he can kiss you.
âI think itâs your turn, Mr.Munson.â You reach over to your toys and click on the vibrator.
âYou minxâ he smacks your ass, and you get ready for round two.
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Klumpig's Halloween:
Fridolina Rolfö x Teen!Reader
Summary: The fourth of my Halloween-centric fics
Frido sighs as Aitana approaches.
"Don't," She says.
"I haven't even said anything."
"And yet, I knew what you were going to say. So, please, don't."
It seems that everyone in Frido's life has decided to ignore her though because Aitana still speaks.
"She dressed up as you, huh? That's kind of funny."
"It's really not."
"I thought it was funny."
"That's because you've got the same sense of humour as her."
Frido takes a swig of her wine, looks at the glass for a moment before downing the rest like a shot, already reaching for the bottle to refill it again.
You're across the room from her with Vicky and Salma. They're gone the more traditional Halloween route, Salma as a vampire and Vicky as a werewolf.
You've decided against that even though you used to love it.
Frido's whole camera role is filled with pictures of you from your childhood in your cute little Halloween costumes. She can still remember dressing up like a ghost with you and helping you go around town trick-or-treating while your parents got the family Halloween party started.
Somewhere along the way, at some point during those years when Frido left the country and you got older, you'd decided against all the traditional Halloween stuff.
No more masks and cute costumes and insisting that you're 'a unicorn-princess-witch, Frido! Obviously!' in favour of more chilled out costumes that you didn't have to buy and could just scrounge up from your wardrobe.
Maybe you'd even throw on some gory makeup to really sell it but gone are the days of you in a little white sheet with eye holes cut out and fake, oversized teeth.
You were a teenager now and after last year's fiasco of you just dressed as a 'first dead girl' from a horror movie, Frido's done arguing - though she does make sure to take your picture in front of the wall to add to her Halloween collection.
This time though, you've really outdone yourself, deciding to forgo your wardrobe entirely in favour of Frido's.
You're in her Barcelona kit, her shorts, her shirt and her socks. You've taken her favourite pair of football boots and even her shin guards. It was cold when you left the house so you grabbed her Sweden warm up jacket even though your own was perfectly capable of being worn.
"Oh," Ingrid says over the top of her own glass of wine," Here we go."
She glances meaningfully back over at you as Alexia walks over.
"The point of a Halloween party," Alexia says," Is to dress up, Frido. If you don't dress up then the younger players won't dress up."
"I am dressed up."
"You're wearing your football kit. You're hardly dressed up."
"But I am!"
"You're not."
You turn around, relishing in the brief look of surprise that crosses your captain's face. It always takes people a few seconds to realise which Rolfö they're talking to.
"But I am!" You say triumphantly," I'm Frido! I should have brought a wine glass with me but I didn't want to push it."
From across the room, Frido sighs.
"I don't always have a wine glass on me!" She yells.
You look pointedly at her hand and she hastily puts it down.
"You should tell her off, capi," You say to Alexia with a cheeky grin," A glass of wine after every big match to unwind. Isn't that so bad? I mean, you don't even drink during the season. Surely, Frido should follow your lead, right? I mean, you don't want me thinking that what Frido's doing is acceptable?"
"Stop trying to set Alexia on me!" Frido yells back," If I want a glass of wine for putting up with your craziness then I'll have a glass of wine."
You ignore her in favour of laying it on thick with your captain.
"Alexia, are you listening to her? First she's drinking and now she's calling me crazy! You should really bench her!"
"Funny," Alexia says dryly," You must be really getting into character because she asked me to bench you a few weeks ago as well."
You grin. "Well, at least she can't ask you to do that now, seeing as...you know..."
You gesture to your bandaged leg. Most of it is hidden under Frido's shorts and socks but a bit of it peaks out.
Frido sighs, clicking her fingers and pointing in front of her.
On any other day, you'd probably argue a bit about it but you're with the team right now and you know they can only take so much Rolfö cousin bickering.
You hobble over on crutches to stop in front of her.
Frido stands fluidly, placing her glass down on the side table.
"You know I don't like it when you poke fun at your injury," She says, cupping your cheek in one of her hands," It's serious."
"I know," You huff," But it was just a joke. Just trying to keep it light."
"I know but-"
"It is Halloween after all."
Frido rolls her eyes fondly. "You don't think dressing up as me is joke enough?"
She recognises the cheeky grin on your face the moment it curls upwards at the corner of your mouth.
"Oh man," You pretend to groan," But I haven't even gotten to the best part."
"And what exactly is the best part?"
"The part when I do my impression of you when you found out that Brick was coming to stay."
"No! Don't you-"
"She screamed so loud," You tell the group assembled near Frido's seat," And stomped her feet like a little girl. She said something like- Hey! Put me down! Frido!"
Frido easily lifts you over her shoulder.
"I think we're going to call a cab and go home. It's past this one's bedtime."
"I don't have a bedtime! Stop telling people I have a bedtime!"
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