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GROWING PAINS: A MINI LEGACY CHALLENGE by @ka1omi
i would first like to thank you amazing creators such as @thatssojordy @oshinsimblr @sashasspace @cocoelleansims @themintsimmer @alycemichelleee @ellesimsworld @simelune & many more for your amazing content and mods that make this game what it is.
@thatssojordy recently dropped a new mod called Growing Pains, which can be (and definitely should be) used in this challenge, and having immediately used it in game, it is honestly amazing and what inspired me to create this challenge. i've also been watching legacy LPs and just recently watched Inside Out 2 so this was born. it's nothing crazy, only 5 generations that can either be used in order or used as standalone challenges.
all packs are not required, however, they will enhance your gameplay as well as different mods that have been listed in the google doc. as this is my first ever legacy challenge i have created, please feel free to let me know on anything i can improve on or any changes that you would like to see or if you have any questions.
please please please tag me if you end up using this challenge, i would absolutely love to see all your beautiful sims and storylines!
THE OFFICIAL TAGS FOR THIS CHALLENGE ARE: #GPLegacy or #GrowingPainsLC
have fun!
this link is for the official challenge: google doc
this link is a checklist for personal use: google doc
#simblr#ts4#the sims 4#ts4 challenge#sims 4 legacy#ts4 legacy#ts4 gameplay#I AM ACTUALLY SCREAMING CAUSE I COULD NOT WAIT TO RELEASE THIS#i hope you guys like it im actually super anxious ngl#regardless let me know if you have any questions or anything#gplegacy#growingpainslc#its fact that I created a legacy challenge but I have yet to finish even two gens in my game
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tips for getting people to like your ocs
*disclaimer: this is based on whatâs worked for me, aka an artist that likes to make comics/storyboards. so this advice is directed at people who do that
you can do things like this:
Which is fun! Character sheets like this are great, especially for personal reference! But frankly, I donât think most people engage with this (at least I personally donât). You could have the coolest character in the world, but it will be harder for most people to feel invested when theyâre presented so neutrally like this.
My main piece of advice is: get better at writing.
That might sound harsh when said like that, but let me explain what I mean! (Not trying to imply youâre bad at writing either!)
What I tend to do is just throw characters into situations with as little handholding as I can. Give enough context that readers can follow along, but donât feel like theyâre being explained to.
what can you learn about the characters through their designs alone? (age, personality, economic status, occupation, etc)
what can you learn about the charactersâ relationship though their interactions alone? (are they close? familial? romantic? is there hostility? are they tense/relaxed?)
what are the characters currently doing? what were they doing previously (how long have they been talking)? what are they going to do next? can you convey this without dialogue?
how do they feel about what they are doing? are they content? focused? over/understimulated? would they rather be doing something else?
where are they? does it matter? would establishing a setting in at least one panel clarify the scene? is there anything in the enviroment that could tell some of the story?
what time of day is it? what time of year is it? what is the weather like?
Now, with all this in mind, I'm going to give you another example. I'm going to use completely brand new characters for the sake of the experiment, so you won't have any bias (aka I canât use Protagonist from above, since you already know all about him).
Did this get more of an emotional response from you than the first example? Why do you think so? Who are these characters? How do they know each other? What else can you infer about them? What happened? Who is "she"?
Now, you don't have to actually answer all those questions. But think about them! You can tell people a whole lot about your characters without ever showing them a list of their likes and dislikes.
Obviously, comics aren't the only way to get people invested in your original characters! But regardless, easily digestible formats will grab people's attention faster than huge blocks of text, and comics are a lot less work than doing wholeass storyboards.
Now go and share your ocs with the world!!!
#edit: I rephrased some things in this post for better clarity!#my art#art tips#original character#writing#comic
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me getting dissapointed twice by that Edgeworth bottoms video guy when two of the other vids I seen from him and gave up rlly fast on were "Kris/nix has drama in it thus it's bad" and transphobic bit about Apollo
#ranting#that kris/nix vid made me specifically crazy when he was like âit's so bad I'D PICK PHOENIC/APOLLO over itâ#like ok that one is just literally more questionable than the former u know that right#comments section also was a lot of âERMMM WHY ASK IF ITS PROBLEMATIC you should ask WHY DOES IT EXIST lollllâ#bc divorce is awesome next question/j#bit also kris/nix is largely speculatory in nature & what is canon abt it is they both mutually stuck together to keep tabs on each other#so there isnt actually anything abt kristoph holding things over phoenix its like. that shit is mutual#its messy yeah but they both choose to engage with it#any more details beyond that. if they had genuine affection for each other or any abuse. ur making it up in ur brain buddy.#which is fine its transformative fiction on a speculative subject but its still not canon u gotta keep it in mind#AND THEN. transphobic bit was like âdid u know most of these stories feature Apollo as a transgender person? Good for him (applause sound)â#then on the screen it says âor her technically?â#which like. regardless if hes transmasc or transfem thats just not how ur supposed to be talking abt a trans person#*or just neutral on the transness. nonbinary even (guys im nonbinary i know complexity beyond gender binary trust)#and also just not personally a fan on how it's like TOP OR BOTTOM. verse exists. also like. whatever.#they could be literally anything no matter what personality traits they have#i gave up on both of these vids quickly#but if he factored in apollo being trans to determine if klav is a bottom. please dont .......... lets fucking not .....
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Ok, question, fem! forced marriage au - how would Rafe react/feel if she brought up ANYTHING about separating, weather thatâs flat out divorce or doing it in secret - happy to the public but living in diff spaces/diff lives/maybe even having affairs(?)
Tied bonds || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
A/n: don't mind me going off slightly in the beginning when its talking about the legality side of it, i was literally studying trusts and estates law a couple days ago lol
Warnings: angst galore!
Word count: 2,801
MASTERLIST (forced marriage au masterlist)
divider by @h-aewo
The heavy oak doors of the estateâs study shut behind you with a quiet but resolute thud, isolating you from the rest of the world. The room, with its high ceilings and ornate furnishings, exudes both the security and suffocation of wealth. The scent of polished mahogany and aged leather permeates the air, a sensory reminder of the legacy you're bound to uphold and the responsibilities weighing on your shoulders.
The dim light from the tall windows casts long shadows across the room, making it feel as though the walls themselves are closing in, urging you to act before time runs out. You sit across from your lawyer at the broad mahogany desk. Heâs a man in his 50s, with silver-threaded hair and sharp, calculating eyes. His demeanour exudes quiet authority, the kind of calm that comes from handling the complex finances of wealthy families like yours for decades.
A briefcase sits open beside him, documents meticulously laid out in front of you. These arenât just numbers and figures on a pageâthey represent your childrenâs future, your security, and the small corner of independence youâre desperately trying to carve out for yourself. âNow, given the scale of your familyâs assets,â your lawyer begins, his voice smooth and professional, âitâs prudent to separate certain accounts. Some in your name, some under irrevocable trusts for the children. This will not only shield them from potential claims but also provide financial protection in the event of....unforeseen circumstancesâmarital or otherwise.â
You glance down at the papers, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension. This was necessary, you remind yourself. You need some semblance of independence, some safeguard for your children. With Rafeâs unpredictable behaviour and the constant pressure from both families, you canât afford to let everything slip from your control. Your lawyer pulls out another document, sliding it across the desk.
âWeâre talking about setting up separate trusts for each of your children. These funds will be distributed to them upon reaching a certain ageâ18 or 21, depending on your preference. In the meantime, control of the trust can be vested in you alone, ensuring that no one else has access to or influence over these assets, including your husband.â
âAnd what about Rafeâs side of the family?â you ask, your voice quieter than you intended. âWould they have any legal claim?â The lawyer shakes his head firmly. âNo. Not if everything is properly structured. The trusts would be irrevocable, meaning no oneânot even your husbandâcould alter them once established. His family would have no legal right to interfere, regardless of any financial entanglements between the two of you.â
You take a breath, the enormity of it all settling in. This is exactly what you wantedâan impenetrable safeguard. A plan that ensures your childrenâs future remains under your control, untouched by the unpredictable tides of Rafeâs influence or the demands of your family. âThank you,â you respond softly, your fingers tracing the edge of the document, the weight of your decision pressing heavily on your chest. âI want everything arranged quietly,â you say softly, your voice carrying the weight of your decision.
âNo one else needs to know about this⊠especially my husband.â The lawyer gives a small, understanding nod. âDiscretion is key, as always.â You sign where indicated, feeling a mixture of relief and unease as you watch your name inked onto the page. This is the right thing to do, you remind yourself. For your children, for their future. Yet as you rise from the desk and collect your things, a sense of foreboding lingers.
The heavy oak doors creak open as you step out, and the estate feels impossibly vast around you. Despite the careful planning, you canât shake the feeling that keeping this from Rafe will lead to complications far greater than you anticipate. With every step you take, the sinking feeling grows. You only hope Rafe doesnât find out before youâre ready to tell him.
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The moment you step through the front door of your home, the tension in the air is palpable. You pause, your coat still in hand, as your eyes land on Rafe. Heâs leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, an almost relaxed posture, but the intensity in his gaze betrays any notion of calm. His sharp blue eyes follow your every move, calculating, probing.
"You have a nice little meeting today?" His voice is cold, deceptively casual. But you can hear the edge in itâthe suspicion lurking beneath the surface. Your heart skips a beat, anxiety pooling in your chest. Of course, he knows. Rafe always knows. You hang your coat on the rack, avoiding his gaze, trying to maintain some semblance of calm. "I had a few things to take care of. Where are the children?"
You answer nonchalantly, hoping to steer the conversation away from any confrontation. "With Astoria, they wanted to play with their cousins," Rafe answers, his gaze sharp as he pushes off the doorframe, taking a slow, deliberate step toward you, his presence overwhelming as always. "Answer my question," His tone hardens, suspicion fully creeping into his voice now. "I know you met with your lawyer. What are you up to?"
Your pulse quickens as you hold Rafeâs gaze, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. Heâs already jumping to conclusions, constructing a narrative that fits his fears. You knew this confrontation was inevitable, but the reality of it still unsettles you, the tension in the room thick and suffocating. "Itâs nothing that concerns you," you respond, keeping your tone as even as possible, despite the way your nerves fray under his scrutiny. "Just some family matters."
Rafe scoffs, the sound harsh and filled with disbelief. His jaw clenches as he steps even closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over you, blocking any hope of retreat. His presence is overbearing, the heat of his anger palpable in the air between you. "Family matters?" His voice is dripping with accusation, dark and biting. "Donât play games with me. I heard enough to know this wasnât just about your parents or your siblings."
His words cut deeper as his tone drops, low and dangerous. "Youâre setting up trust funds. Inheritance management. Without telling me. What the hell are you planning?" His words slam into you, twisting your stomach in knots. His paranoia, the sharpness of his accusations, stings in a way you hadnât fully prepared for. Of course, you knew heâd react like this, but hearing it out loudâhis anger, his distrustâitâs worse than you imagined. You steady your breath, trying to keep your composure.
"Itâs for the children, Rafe," you say, your voice soft but firm, though the tightness in your chest makes it difficult to breathe. "I want to make sure theyâre taken care of, no matter what happens. Thatâs all this is." But even as you say it, you can see the suspicion lingering in his eyes, the doubt still gnawing at him, twisting this simple act of protection into something more sinister in his mind.
Rafe glares at you, his eyes dark and intense as they search your face for the slightest hint of deception. His presence feels overwhelming as he steps even closer, the space between you disappearing in an instant. Without breaking eye contact, his hand moves down deliberately, resting on the swell of your belly where your third child grows. His touch, firm and possessive, sends a chill through you.
"You donât trust me with that?" His voice is low, almost a growl, laced with an edge of disbelief and wounded pride. "You think I wouldnât look out for my own kids?" His words sting, but it's the subtle accusation in his tone that cuts deeper, as if he canât comprehend why you would feel the need to act independently. Your frustration bubbles to the surface despite your best efforts to remain calm, your emotions swirling between anger and exhaustion.
"Thatâs not what this is about," you snap, your voice sharp as the tension between you flares. You're trying to hold it together, but the weight of his misunderstandingâof him always assuming the worstâpushes you to the brink. "Iâm doing this to protect them. To protect us. You canât control everything, Rafe." For a split second, something flickers in his eyesâhurt, maybeâbut it vanishes quickly, replaced by his usual defensiveness. He steps closer, his voice lowering, cold and accusatory.
"Youâre doing all of this behind my back," he growls. "And Iâm supposed to believe itâs just for the kids? You donât set up secret meetings with lawyers for something as simple as trust funds. It looks more like youâre preparing for something else. Like maybe youâre planning to escape this all." His breath is hot against your ear now, the venom in his words unmistakable. "Is that it? Are you getting ready to leave me?"
His accusation hits you hard, knocking the air from your lungs. The vulnerability behind it cuts deeper than you expected. Itâs not just anger simmering in his voiceâthereâs fear too, buried beneath the suspicion, fear of losing control, of you slipping away. His jaw tightens, but his hand remains firmly pressed against the swell of your stomach, as if anchoring himself to you, to the life youâre carrying.
âAnd have our children without their father?â you ask, your voice sharp. Thereâs a flicker of something more beneath the surfaceâhurt, uncertainty. His eyes search yours, almost pleading. You blink, stunned by the weight of your own question. âRafeâŠâ you begin, your voice barely a whisper, incredulity lacing your words as you try to make sense of what youâve just implied. âIâm not leaving you.â
The tension in the room feels suffocating, as if the walls themselves are closing in. You take a breath, steadying yourself, as you step closer, your gaze softening despite the frustration swirling inside you. "This isnât about that,â you say gently, trying to reach him through the haze of his suspicions. âBut I need some control over my life, Rafe. Some protection.â Your voice wavers slightly, but you press on. âIâm not just here to be controlled or managed. I need to know that Iâm not just a piece in this game.â
You can feel his breath against your skin, heavy with unspoken fears, and for a brief moment, the façade of his strength cracks. The fear of losing control, of losing you, is palpable, and it clings to the space between you like a storm cloud ready to burst. He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, pacing in frustration. "Control. Protection," he mutters under his breath, his movements sharp and agitated. "You think Iâm the threat here? You think I wouldnât protect you? Protect our family?"
You shake your head, stepping back slightly, trying to maintain some distance from the intensity of his emotions. "I never said that," you say, your voice softer now, trying to calm him. "But this is something I need to do. For me. For them." For a long moment, the two of you stand there, locked in a silent standoff. His breathing is heavy, and the anger in his eyes slowly shifts into something elseâsomething more conflicted. He turns away from you, pacing a few steps before running his hands through his hair again.
"This isnât how marriages are supposed to work," Rafe mutters, more to himself than to you. The words cut deep, piercing through the fragile layer of calm youâve been clinging to. Itâs a painful reminder of what your marriage has becomeâwhat itâs always been. The expectations, the compromises, the strain. This life⊠itâs not what either of you envisioned. You feel the urge to retort, to let loose the frustrations that have built up over the years, but you bite your tongue. Now isnât the time for that argument.
"I know," you whisper, though youâre not sure if he hears you. The admission feels hollow in the tense silence that follows, the weight of your reality pressing down on both of you. The room feels unbearably heavy, the air thick with unsaid words. Rafe exhales, his broad shoulders sagging ever so slightly, as though some of the fire inside him has been extinguished. He turns his back to you, the physical distance a reflection of the emotional chasm that has been growing between you both.
For a brief moment, you consider stepping closer, reaching out, bridging that gapâbut the weight of your decision, of everything youâve been trying to secure for yourself and the children, holds you back. Itâs a boundary you canât afford to cross right now. "You shouldâve told me," he finally says, his voice quieter, but still taut with lingering tension. Thereâs hurt there, beneath the anger, beneath his instinct to control everything around him.
Your throat tightens at his words, the soft accusation lingering in the space between you. "I didnât want this to turn into a fight," you admit, your own voice subdued, drained from the confrontation. The fatigue in your bones echoes in your tone. "I just needed to make sure everything was in place. For the kids, for their future." You pause, the weight of your decisions settling on your chest. "I wasnât trying to hide it from you."
Rafe turns back to face you, his expression a mixture of frustration, hurt, and something more vulnerableâsomething he rarely lets show. "It feels like you were," he mutters, the edge of accusation still present, though softer now. His blue eyes search yours, looking for answers, reassurance, something to ease the fear behind his suspicion. You hold his gaze, trying to convey the truth behind your words. "I need to feel like I have some control, Rafe," you say gently, your voice steady but laced with an underlying sadness.
"Our lives⊠theyâre not easy. And I know you want to protect us, but I need to protect them too. In my own way." Your heart beats heavily in your chest, each word an attempt to bridge the gap between you, a gap that seems to widen with every conflict. Rafeâs gaze lingers on you, the tension between you both crackling in the air. You take a tentative step forward, closing the physical distance between you, hoping it will ease the emotional one. Just as you stop inches from him, his expression softens slightly.
He reaches for your hand, his grip firm yet tender, and before you can say anything, he brings it up to his lips. The moment feels suspended in time as he presses a kiss to your knuckles, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin. Itâs a gesture so gentle, so unlike the earlier confrontation, that it catches you off guard. The vulnerability in his eyes flickers, almost as if heâs silently asking for forgiveness or offering an unspoken truce.
You feel your heart ache, the gesture disarming you in a way his words couldnât. Itâs as though this kiss is his way of telling you that, despite his anger, despite his suspicions, thereâs something deeper binding you togetherâa love neither of you can deny, even in moments like this. âIâm not the enemy, Y/n,â he repeats softly, his voice rough but sincere, the earlier accusation tempered by this quiet moment.
His lips linger on your skin for just a second longer before he lowers your hand, though he doesnât let go. You swallow hard, your chest tight with emotion, your voice a whisper as you respond. "I know you're not." The air between you feels different nowâquieter, softer, though still tinged with the weight of everything unresolved. For that fleeting moment, it feels as though the two of you are in sync again, even if just barely.
Rafeâs hand remains wrapped around yours, and though the tension between you hasnât fully dissipated, itâs no longer suffocating. The kiss to your knuckles feels like a promise, fragile but meaningful. As he finally lets go and turns away, you watch him disappear down the hallway, the memory of his lips on your skin lingering long after he's gone. The weight of your choices still presses down on you, but somehow, in that brief exchange, it feels a little lighter.
You know this isnât over. Rafeâs suspicions wonât vanish overnight, and your need for autonomy remains unresolved. But for now, the confrontation is over. The weight of your decisions, the strain on your already fragile relationship, presses down on you like a heavy cloak. You did the right thing, you remind yourself. This is about protecting your children, about securing a future for them. For now, all you can do is hope that, in time, heâll come to understand why you did this. Why you needed to.
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synopsis. youâve been deliberately dodging atsumu miya. he wants to know why.
pairing. atsumu miya x fem!reader | wc. 2.0k (it wasnât even supposed to be this long) | genres. (implied) university au, tbh i donât even know what this dynamic is, he calls us princess, readerâs kinda bad emotionally, rain confessions
notes. for my birthday (not gojoâs eff him (/j)) i decided why not take one of my favorite tropes of all time and pair it w the loml. youâre so welcome. this is very dialogue heavy, barely proofread, and a hot mess, but i hope you enjoy regardless.
"(y/n)." the very familiar, sultry yet aggravating voice says the moment you step out of the cafe.
"oh my god!" you jump, clutching a hand over your heart that skipped a beat. it's immediately followed with a glare towards atsumu. "what the fuck, miya? you don't just come up to people like that."
"sorry." atsumu apologizes but his nose scrunches at the word. "nah, not really. didn't know how else to get to ya."
"so you had to find me at my job?" you raise an eyebrow in disbelief.
he shrugs. "yer really not leavin' me with any other choice."
"what are you on about?" you roll your eyes as you take a sharp left, carefully exhaling out. the street is nearly deserted now that the sun sunk past the horizon, leaving only the street lights and the moon to illuminate what would be a pitch black scene. puddles of water are scattered along the walkways, remnants of the downpour that occurred earlier in the day. you had clocked out later than usual, and the next flash of rain is predicted to fall within the next few minutes. you want to get back to your dorm before the worst of it happens.
"ya know what i'm talking about." atsumu huffs. "yer clearly avoiding me."
your shoulders tense when he brings it up, and you pray that atsumu doesn't catch it. "i'm not." you lie, your heart speeding up.
"yer a shit liar. i hope ya know that." atsumu shuts you down right then and there. the fact he's able to makes you wince. that's one of the many bones you have to pick with him. he can always see right through you, and it allows him to get under your skin easily since he knows exactly what to say if he wants to get a reaction out of you.
it's because of that reason that you've been avoiding him. you know yourself well enough that if you were to stand face to face with atsumu miya as you are now, he'd figure out the secret that you've been hiding for two weeks.
atsumu presses his lips together, sighing once he realizes that all he'll get from you from this point forward is silence, but he tries his luck anywayy. "can we talk?"
you let his question fizzle out in the air, continuing down the sidewalk as atsumu follows by your side. the first drops of drizzle fall onto your hand and cheek. atsumu feels them too.
"look, it's gonna rain soon. could ya at least let me take ya home? yer gonna get soaked." atsumu gently reaches out for your hand. the sudden contact and its spark of heat makes you jump. instinctively, you yank your hand away from him. your widened eyes snap towards him, and shame washes over you. maybe the street lights are playing tricks on you, but you swear there's a flicker of hurt in his gaze. you turn away from him because you can't bear the sight of it.
"are ya mad at me? did i do somethin' to upset ya?" atsumu continues.
no, you answer in your head. you can't trust yourself to say it out loud without betraying anything else. it's not that.
"(y/n), please. talk to me." atsumu pleads. you don't think you've ever heard such desperation in his voice before. you've never seen him so raw. it's almost enough to break you, but you refuse to let go the threads of your resolve. the rain is picking up; it's cold as it soaks the threads of your clothes.
"princess." atsumu throws in as a last ditch effort. you know it is because it's the one nickname that gets you riled up the most. it sparks a reaction that atsumu knows will get you talking, but unbeknownst to him it's not for the reason he expects. he wants you to snap with anger, but all your heart does is ache. all it does is melt you into putty in his hands.
"don't call me that." you finally come to a stop, turning so that you can face him, defeat in your gaze. atsumu's blond locks are beginning to lose volume; they stick to his forehead as droplets continue to fall. his hoodie is littered with small, dark stains, a physical consequence of the rain.
"oh now i got yer attention." atsumu scoffs, poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek.
"miya." you warn, voice shaking. he ignores it.
"yer not being yerself, and ya haven't been for the last two weeks." he tells you as if you don't already recognize it yourself. "what's goin' on with ya?"
"nothing!" you deny. "i'm fine!"
atsumu rolls his eyes. "cut the crap, princess."
"seriously, stop calling me that!" you spit back at him.
you're shivering. you can't tell if it's because of your cold, wet clothes or your frustration that keeps reaching new levels. you can sense it; you can sense that your heart is about to claw itself out of chest and dump itself onto the feet of atsumu miya. your hand fists the fabric of your soaked shirt as if to keep it in.
"then tell me what's wrong!" the blond in front of you demands, running a hand through his hair. his voice projects over the brutal force of the rain.
you grimace. that's the one thing you can't do, especially since it involves him. you bite your tongue, hiding your face so that atsumu doesn't see the glassiness of your eyes. "miya... please drop it." you ask him pathetically.
"why?" he pries. this is the other issue with him. he's so damn stubborn to the point that it's infuriating. atsumu miya never backs down until he gets what he wants.
"because it's you!" the first wave of tears break free. they cascade down your cheeks, mixing in the stream of rain on your cheeks; all while your hand remains pointed at atsumu. "because i fell for you!"
atsumu shuts his mouth, going completely silent. you shake your head, laughing bitterly. "i bet you didn't expect that, did you? believe me, i didn't either. day in and day out all we've ever done was argue so i don't know how this happened. i don't know why i have these feelings for you."
wiping your face is a futile attempt yet you still do it anyway. a sob gets caught in your throat, and you choke on it. "i can't stop thinking about you. i can't be near you without my heart attempting to leap out of chest. and so yeah, i've been avoiding you miya, and it's because you've made me so damn weak."
your stare finds atsumu's. you can't get a read on him, but you don't have to second guess that he can see the pain swirling in your eyes. it's so humiliating that even now the first thing that crosses your mind is how good he looks even as you feel your heart being torn apart. his hair is completely stuck to his forehead. his blond ends that are soaked through and through drip their excess water onto his face. you want nothing more than to brush them out of his line of sight, but you can't. you fight that desire by balling up your fists.
"so please just leave me alone. stop trying to find me because i can't take this anymore." you beg through hiccups.
you wait for a response. you wait to see if atsumu will kick your heart aside. in an even better scenario, which is far from likely, he accepts it. you'll take either or.
but he does neither, and that's fine too. you leave atsumu by himself on the sidewalk, and your lack of presence pulls him out of his trance. he jogs to catch up to you, reaching from behind to clasp your hand in his.
"miya, let go-"
"no." he says firmly, a newfound fire burning behind his eyes, one that exceeds the one you feel on your hand. the sight makes you gulp. "ya can't just confess yer feelings for me and leave."
you chuckle weakly, trying to pull yourself free from his grasp. "i think i can."
"no, ya can't. ya didn't even give me a chance to say anythin'." atsumu argues. he doesn't relinquish the hold he has on you.
"what more do you have to say? you don't feel the same, and that's fine-"
"could ya stop assuming things?! i never even said that." atsumu squeezes your hand ever so lightly in frustration. "and by the way, i'm not gonna leave ya alone. i'll follow ya to the edge of the earth if i have to."
you're still crying at this point, and atsumu's words are only making you more upset. "why?! why are you so fixated on me?! why can't you just-"
"because i'm in love with ya!"
in that moment, you swear the rain stops in its place, suspended in the air. surely, you must've been hearing things wrong. atsumu miya, the guy who has everyone dancing to the tune of his hand, is- no that doesn't even sound right. how could he possibly-
"god, i've been in love with ya for so long." atsumu laughs, like it's a relief to finally get it off his chest. "but ya nearly ripped my heart to shreds over these past two weeks."
atsumu squeezes your hand before letting it fall to your side. his own flex by his side as if to hold himself back. "(y/n), ya can insult me to yer heart's content if that's what makes ya happy, but don't dodge me like i'm the damn plague. i hate it. i really do."
atsumu picks up his tear-filled eyes; it makes your own fall even faster because you realize that this hurts him. you want to apologize, but the words are backed up in your throat. your cries steal away your ability to speak.
so you pull him in, yanking him by the drenched fabric of his hoodie and closing the distance between you two. your lips crash onto his, praying that this action is enough for him to understand. it takes a moment for atsumu to react, he's unmoving against you, and once he realizes what's happening, he relaxes. his hands fly to your neck, resting one on either side as he kisses you back.
it's carnivorous. he kisses you like he's been deprived of you. you feel how badly atsumu's been wanting this, how long he's been waiting for this day. you can barely keep up with his hunger. it's hot enough to overpower the chill that comes with the rain beating down on both of you. you'd kiss him forever if you could, but your lungs are begging for air.
when you pull away, atsumu's eyes reveal that he's in a daze, a happy one, like he just came back from soaring through the clouds. his damp hair presses onto your forehead as you both catch your breaths.
he pulls back. atsumu wears a soft grin as he admires you, even though you probably look like a wet dog. one of his hands find their way up to your cheek. you look at him expectantly. "(y/n), i want all of ya. i want yer stubborn ass attitude and yer insults. i want ya to be the only person who can bring me back down to earth. i want yer smiles and all yer laughs. i want to continue lovin' ya." he professes with complete certainty. his flowery words make you beam so brightly that it makes your cheeks hurt.
"i'll give you all of that and more." you swear. "but miya, i need you to kiss me again."
"oh? it seems like i got myself a needy princess." atsumu smirks, but he's already leaning in.
"shut up."
"gladly." atsumu agrees, pressing his lips to yours, smiles on both your faces.
you catch the flu the day after, and so does atsumu. but man, it is so, so worth it.
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A Good Girl's Reputation | Aemond Targaryen
Modern!Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Summary: It was the last place you wanted to be but nonetheless, you found yourself pulled along to a party you hosted by none other than the Targaryen's, only for spilled wine to force you into Aemond's shirt. A sight that had him dragging you to his bed, eager to corrupt the well-behaved girl who had set him ablaze with desire.
Word Count: 6.7k.
Warnings: MDNI 18+ only!! Oral (f receiving), unprotected P in V sex, dirty talk!!, a major cliche on the good girl trope, reader is shy!, slight degradation, mean friends at a party maybe?, Aegon being sneaky, bad language. Unedited. Please let me know if I missed anything!
Author's Note: Okay, I wasn't going to post this one because it was purely self-indulgent and I kinda wasn't happy with my pen game in this but I was feeling bad about the delay in Dark Cherry part 5 so wanted to share something!! I also love the idea of Aemond being totally feral about seeing reader in his clothes. Share your thoughts my loves, I'm more than happy to discuss things, thoughts and feedback with you all - xoxo, kisses!! <3
There was a nonsensical grandeur about everything that Jilly dragged you into. This time was no different and you silently waited for the sound of the elevator ding while listening to your best friend chatter about the âworldâs best fucking boyfriendâwait, do you think this makes him my boyfriend?â
âI donât know, Jilly,â you nibbled on your lip, craning your neck to look around the corner of the entrance hallway. For what reason, you werenât sure but there was a crawling nervousness on your skin and the urge to make sure there were no unexpected surprises was consuming. âItâs Aegon. Only he can answer that question for you.â
The elevator was taking an infuriatingly long time. You wondered if this was the buildingâs way of telling you to turn around and return to the dorm room that had become your safe haven over the last two years. Jilly had somehow gotten herself involved with none other than Aegon Targaryen, a man notorious for his partying and hedonism.
It was entertaining at first, and you were more than happy to remain a spectator of the ridiculous pairing. Jilly was entirely different to Aegon and tended to carry herself with a lot more modesty than Aegon was known for. She was calculating and calm where he was impulsive and excitable.Â
You thought back to the first time they had met. In a tutorial for a statistics class you needed to take to meet course requirements, the three of you paired together to facilitate a useless discussion on probabilities. The bickering between the two of them was amusing and the first greeting that Aegon had graced the two of you with was a grumbled âwhat kind of name is Jilly?â
And weeks later, Aegon had decided to hold another one of his campus-famous house parties. He had obviously invited Jillyâand by extension he had invited you because there was no chance Jilly would go to a party without you. In fact, before she had met Aegon, there was no chance Jilly would go to any party regardless.Â
A loud, excited hmph! fell from Jillyâs lips when the elevator doors finally opened. You had hoped it had broken down on its way to pick you up and that there was a rather convenient lack of staircase to climb instead.Â
âI donât thinkââ
âDonât say it,â Jilly held a hand in front of your face. She clicked on P with her other hand. For the penthouse, you guessed. âI know you donât want to be here. But we are going to have a good night.âÂ
You sighed, tugging the short, black skirt that Jilly had wrestled you into further down your thighs. It looked good paired with the white satin button down you had insisted on wearing for comfort but it was shorter than you were accustomed to. The thought of maintaining it enough so it didnât ride up past your bum was tiresome but there was no arguing which you could do to wiggle your way into some pants instead.Â
Jilly snickered. âQuit fiddling with your skirt, youâll poke a hole in your tightsâOh!â
The two of you shared a gasp when the doors opened. No wonder people had so much to say about the Targaryen siblings and their parties when their apartment looked like it was straight out of a Forbes magazine. For a moment, it seemed impossible that the apartment housed two students. It was incomparable to the wardrobe sized dorm you had been living in over the semester.Â
Distant chatter pulled you out of your thoughts and you followed Jilly further into the apartment, reminding yourself not to let your jaw drop as your eyes adjusted to the dimmed lighting. The party was an hour or so away from starting - Aegon had told everyone to head in after seven but had given Jilly an earlier time so that the two of you could join their pre-game.Â
Not that you would. The prospect of getting as drunk as Aegon planned at your (embarrassingly?) first student party was daunting.Â
Anxiously, you followed Jilly into the living area where a handful of familiar faces were lounging and drinking. There was a deep bumping of bass, and you could feel the floor vibrating with it, but you couldnât make out the song that was playing.Â
âJill!â Floris, Aegonâs friend who you had only ever seen on campus, pulled Jilly towards the nearest couch. Hesitantly, you followed, flashing Aegon and Cregan a purse-lipped smile as they made their way to greet you. âWe were worried you wouldnât show up. Is this your friend?â
With a smile, you introduced yourself. Floris only grinned at you before returning her attention to Jilly, who had started up an animated conversation with Helaena. Aegon whistled at Jilly, tipping the neck of his beer in her direction as if to say hello, and threw his other arm around your shoulder.Â
He laughed when you cringed, pulling back from him slightly. Aegon smelled like a mixture of beer, red wine and sandalwood cologne. âWe placed bets on whether youâd show up. Glad you did. Thereâs multiple motherfuckers in here who owe me a silver stag each. Not that I need it.â
You spluttered a bit. âWhat-âÂ
âRelax,â Cregan teased you from the other side of Aegon. He was clearly drunk. âYouâre clearly not much of a party girl but that changes two-â he held up two fingers and then aggressively pointed them down at the floor with a jerk. â-night.âÂ
Aegon laughed, handing you a glass of wine which suddenly appeared in his hand. You shook your head and he shrugged, downing it himself. He turned away from you, waving someone down. âAemond!â
Oh gods, no.Â
You tried to keep your smile on your face. Aemond fucking Targaryen was leaning against a counter, a beer loosely hanging between his fingers. He was in the middle of a conversation with Criston Cole, a friend of their family who you had heard of only through mindless campus gossip. Aemond glanced toward Aegon in response, an eyebrow raised lazily.Â
If there were ever a man you had crushed on, it really had to be him. It was a little bit maddening because you were exactly like your peers in thinking Aemond may be the most attractive man youâd ever see in your lifetime. He was tall, had an air of darkness and mystery to him and his silver hair framed his defined cheekbones and sharp jawline perfectly. But it was the severity in everything about him that had caught your eyeâright from the first lecture you had seen him in.Â
Aemond, as you understood, had no idea who you were. And while you knew exactly who he was, it wasnât odd. Everyone knew of him and his family. He had practically been birthed into the public eye.Â
âThis pretty thing here,â Aegon, much to your protest, had pulled you across the room to introduce you. âJillyâs best friend. Much like you, dear brother, she hates parties and is not here by her own will. Youâd get along.â
Aemond looked at you and you suddenly had no idea what to do with yourself. You met his eye, fiddling with the hem of your skirt and waiting for whatever this moment was to end quickly. Your skin was tingling under his gaze which dropped from your head to your feet and then back to your face.Â
When he didnât say anything, you offered him a tight lipped smile and a timid wave. âHi?â
He was going to respond. You could see it in the way he had moved but Aegon was quick to cut him off, ever the loud mouthed brat. As subtle as Aegon believed himself to be, he was an incredibly obnoxious drunk. Â
âSurely,â Aegon drawled, wrapping his arms around Jillyâs waist when she appeared by your side and pulling her into him tightly. Mockingly, he targeted his question at Jilly but switched his gaze between her and Aemond. âYour little-good-girl friend could use a bit of corrupting, Jills. Seems like Aemond would be entirely capable, from what Floris hasââ
âThatâs enough, Aegon,â Aemondâs voice was smooth and darker than youâd expected. He gave you a small, reassuring yet tight smile. âDonât be an ass. Let her be.â
You were a little breathless. Sure, you didnât quite let go of yourself as much as everyone else did but you were no prude. Right?Â
There was no offence intended in Aegonâs teasing but you couldnât help but feel the sting. He was rightâyou were relatively good. All of your time and effort went into studying and working. Where you werenât doing either of those, you preferred the solitude of a good book at a quiet cafe. There were very few bad habits in your life, the worst of which would only be the likes of a dependence on tea or coffee. Parties were a rarity but on the odd occasion you would tag along wherever Jilly would go. And, regardless of that, here you were.
It was embarrassing. You had hoped that if you were to ever introduce yourself to Aemond, things would go slightly better than this and your uptight prudish reputation (which you didnât realise you had until today) would remain undiscussed. He was different and he didnât tend to spend his time with people of your tendencies. Aemond was the object of everyoneâs desires; if they didnât want to have him then they certainly wanted to be him.Â
You were clearly different from his normal type. If only for the fact that he also had a reputation and that reputation consisted of a string of heartbroken girls who he had never pursued or never shared more than his bed with. Those girls were a lot more like his friends; confident, daring and well accomplished. Aemond was not Aegon; there was a lot more respect in the way people spoke of him and his academic and professional talents were impressive to most people.Â
Thankfully, Jilly had pulled you away from that dreadful conversation with a harsh glare pointed at Aegon. The kitchen, which was the closest place for you to hide, was filled with snacks and drinks almost falling off of the countertops. You recognised Helaena, and waved at her.
Helaena had been a friend whenever you had bumped into each other. She was sweet and kind and you actually enjoyed her company. âItâs nice to see you, Helaena. Didnât think weâd ever run into each other at a house party but hey, itâs been an hour full of surprises.â
She laughed with you. There was an easy flow of conversation between the two of you and when Floris and Jilly had taken to what they called âKitchen Karaokeâ, you had even danced together. Jilly, as drunk as she was, pushed the bottle of wine in her hand to you, waiting for you to drink. With some encouragement from Helaena and Floris, you smiled and took a few sips.Â
The peace you had found in the kitchen was short lived and when Jilly, joined by Aegon and caught up in her exaggerated Lady Gaga performance, flung her arm out, the bottle of wine in her hand spilling right onto your chest and soaking through the white fabric of your shirt.Â
âShit,â she winced. It was cold and you had a small sense of panic that raised goosebumps on your skin at the thought of wearing a wet, stained shirt all night but at the drunken apologetic look on her face all you could do was force a smile. Jilly giggled nervously. âAt least it makes your tits look good.â
âRight,â you mumbled, fingers pulling the wet fabric off of your skin. It was uncomfortably sticking to your skin and the smell of the red wine was beginning to catch. âNo problem.â
Aegon tapped your shoulder gently and gave you an animated salute. âDonât worry, Iâll find you something from the fresh laundry.â
You followed him into the laundry, which was only just around the corner, waiting as he grinned and shuffled through the clothes that were sitting in the dryer. When Aegon turned to you, he had a stupid toothy smile and passed you a grey shirt. âWear that. Itâll be big but itâll still look good with the rest of your outfit if you tuck it in or something.â
The t-shirt Aegon handed you was a little long but you werenât going to complain when you were much happier to be in dry clothing. It was a Slipknot shirt, the graphic on the front slightly worn down with time and washes. You figured it could have been worseâat least Slipknot were good. Aegon had long gone, giving you privacy to change and when you stepped out of the laundry room, you were surprised to see that people had started piling into the apartment.Â
Some hip-hop song you could barely recognise played loudly and you were a little thrown off by the crowds of unfamiliar faces. But everyone was having a good time, smiling and dancing among themselves.Â
Cigarettes, cologne and coffee filled your senses and you let out a small yelp as you met with a hardened surface, stumbling a little to catch yourself. Aemondâs hands reached out to grab hold of your arms, holding you steady against him so that you wouldnât fall to the ground.Â
âEasy, missy,â he stepped back slightly, as if he were trying to get a good look at you. As Aemond dragged his gaze over you from head to toe, he smirked and hummed deeply.
The heat that rushed to your cheeks was quick and you wondered if Aemond had always smelled so delicious. Your mind was clouded by him and the way he didnât remove his hands from you, his fingers still gently squeezing your flesh and keeping you far closer to him than you needed to be.Â
Whatever it was, if he continued to look at you with so much intensity and hold you as if he didnât want to let go of you, there was a high chance youâd do something that would only leave you disappointed and embarrassed.Â
âSorry,â you squeaked, pulling away from him in one movement and rushing into the kitchen. Jilly grinned at you, eyebrows wagging exaggeratedly in her drunken state.Â
The rest of the girls had found their way to the kitchen, which had actually quietened down even more in the short moments you were away. You found yourself once again at Helaenaâs side, watching as Jilly danced with her bottle of wine in hand, and failing to listen to the conversation that was somehow still in flow.Â
If you were being honest, the party was a certain type of boring. There was a lot going on yet nothing at the same time and you chalked it up to the fact that you werenât that friendly with anyone here. Helaena was only part of the crowd because she lived here and Jilly was becoming a part of Aegonâs group of mates, all of whom you knew of but had no real friendship with.Â
Floris, who had been staring at you on and off since you had returned, took a sip of her drink and flashed you an odd look. âIs that Aemondâs shirt?â
Helaena giggled beside you, watching you keenly as you frowned. When you answered, Floris looked at you with narrowed eyes. You cleared your throat, nervously nibbling on your bottom lip. âI assumed it was Aegonâs since he gave it to me.â
âWhat was wrong with what you came in?â
âFloris, you saw that blouse get ruined,â Jilly rolled her eyes, stepping closer to you when she noticed the gentle alarm on your face. âShe couldnât have stayed in a stained top. It won't dry out until tomorrow.â
Floris only huffed, regarding you with a harsh stare and a forced shrug. There was an odd silence that lingered and you considered offering her an apology. But you quickly realised that you didnât really have anything to apologise for, even though it is probably Aemondâs t-shirt and it was no secret that Floris was all about Aemond.Â
The night was passing slowly and you continued to make small talk with the same few people you knew. But the weight of Florisâ glare never disappeared. And Aemond, with his gentle smirk and quiet confidence, had been lingering the entire night. You were half-certain that it was Floris who was the purpose of his prolonged presence in the kitchen, which had become somewhat of a break room for everyone at this point.
There was a pointed silence from him aside from the few words he had muttered in conversation with Helaena or Daeron yet his gaze was communicating more than his words could. Aemond kept looking towards you, his wanting eye holding yours assertively whenever youâd catch him watching you. You couldnât help the heat that crept up your neck at the way he looked you up and down at every chance he got.Â
It was suffocating when paired with the daggers you could feel from Florisâ stares and Aegonâs vexing grin.Â
âIâm going outside for a bit,â you told Helaena, placing your glass down on the counter and flashing a pursed-lip smile at whoever caught your eye on your way towards the terrace.Â
The journey to the terrace wasnât easy and you could feel your throat closing in as you tried to squeeze through crowds of people. It was sweaty and loud, shoulders knocking and elbows bumping as you finally pushed your way through to a secluded part of the terrace, sighing at the fresh air and solitude.Â
Once again, your peace didnât last long before you caught a flash of silver in your peripheral.Â
Aemond stood beside you, so close that your shoulder brushed the leather of his jacket. âYou alright?âÂ
His proximity had turned your brain silent and you simply nodded, forcing your eyelids not to flutter shut at his delicious smell. There was a comfortable silence that followed. He rested his elbows on the railing as you were, relaxing against it and watching the street below.Â
A tickle on your cheek from a loose strand of Aemondâs hair following the breeze woke you up from the haze you were entering. âNot enjoying the party?â
âI donât like parties,â he chuckled, reaching into his pocket.Â
You snickered, eyes trailing across his hands as he fiddled with a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Taking a moment to admire the way his rings complemented his nimble yet clearly strong fingers, you couldnât believe how attractive a manâs hands could be. âYouâre not like your brother, then. Thatâs goodâcouldnât handle having two Aegonâs about.â
Aemond shook his head, smiling as he held the box out to you. âThankfully my brother and I are not alike. Cig?â
âNot for me.â
He hummed, popping a cigarette between his lips and holding the lighter to it. âGood. Do you mind?â
You didnât have much else to say other than a shrug, letting him know it was alright for him to smoke. It would hardly be anything to complain about with the way Aemond seemed to look ten times sexier with a cigarette between his fingers and hanging from his lips.Â
âI guess your reputation isnât a lie,â Aemond let his eye fall to you, holding a world of darkness and sin as he smirked at you. A cheeky grin played on his lips as he turned to his side, resting on his arm and leaning back a bit to look at you better.Â
You swallowed thickly. A wave of heat to your core had you turning away from him, the intensity of how he looked at you like you were tempting all of his urges. âI just try to stay clear of bad habits. It doesnât really matter.â
âSo you are a good girl,â Aemond leaned closer, his fingers gently tipping your head upwards at your chin. He was closer than he was before you had blinked and all of your senses were overwhelmed by him. âI like that. I wonder if Aegon was right about us.â
Because of the way he was holding your chin, firmly and gently at the same time, you had no choice but to meet his gaze. Goosebumps arose on your skin and you shivered despite the burn of his fingers on your skin.Â
âLet me take you somewhere more comfortable,â Aemond drawled. The air grew charged when he grazed his lips against yours, so softly it was almost nonexistent. âThey all thought I would be the one to corrupt you but I can show you all the ways youâve corrupted my mind instead.â
The small gasp that fell from your lips made his jaw tick and he let go of your chin, dragging the knuckles of his fingers across your cheek affectionately.Â
You nodded and cleared your throat quietly, surprised at your own eagerness. âBut I donât understand.â
âI think you do,â Aemond gently lowered his hand to hold your hip, letting one last puff of smoke out before putting his cigarette out. He guided you inside, keeping you right in front of him and his free arm loosely extended in front of your body to stop people from pushing into you. His lips lingered at your ear all the while. âYou were already a pretty little thing, missy. But I never could have guessed that youâd be so fucking delicious in my clothes.âÂ
You were grateful that you werenât facing him. He couldnât see the flush that had crossed your expression and had you shying away gently but only to sink further against his chest as he led you through a quieter hallway. When Aemond pushed open the door to his bedroom, he finally noticed your dishevelled state and let out an affectionate huff.Â
Only letting go of you for a moment so that he could close the door behind him, Aemond had turned you to face him and pulled you back to your place against his body. His bedroom was pointedly his; neat and collected, the walls decorated with a few posters of the bands he likes and bookshelves that were almost filled entirely. It smelled like clean linen and his cologne.Â
âWait.â You remembered the girl who had been far more than unhappy to see you in his shirt and stiffened. âI thought you and Floris-â
âFloris and I are nothing,â Aemond was calm when he spoke, still watching you with that fierce desire that you had felt from him when you bumped into him earlier on. You swallowed down your apprehension visibly, avoiding eye contact. âI promise.â
Odd, considering you were well aware he didnât need to promise you anything.Â
Aemond watched your chest heave with your heavy breaths, covered entirely by his favourite t-shirt which draped perfectly from your breasts. A hand returned to your hip, squeezing lightly while the other rested at the crevice of your neck and shoulder, his fingers tickling your warm skin.Â
He pursed his lips, hyper aware of how tense you were in his hands. âTell me to stop and I will. We donât have to do anything you donât want. We can just chat and get to know each other.âÂ
âNo,â you shook your head.âI donât want you to stop.â
It was impossible to resist the way that Aemond was pulling you against him, as if you werenât close enough despite how you were pressed flush against him and the fabric of your clothing was all that could fit between the two of you. Gods, he smelled so good.Â
Confident with your reassurance, Aemond dipped his head so close to yours that you were sharing air, his smirk returned when he felt you shiver against him. âAre you nervous?âÂ
âI donât usually do this,â you muttered, eyelids fluttering shut when he brushed the tip of his nose against your cheek and pressed a featherlight kiss beside your lips, dragging them to your jaw when you instinctively moved to try catch his lips in the kiss you only now realised you were craving. But you failed and he cheekily worked away from your attempted kiss. His lips felt good on your skin and a soft gasp in his ear had him squeezing your hip harder. It reminded you what you were telling him. âWe technically just met.â
He never stopped placing the smallest of kisses along your jaw, moving them towards your neck. âTechnically?â
âWe have a couple lectures together.â
The thought that it was rather surprising that he had never noticed much of you crossed Aemondâs mind but when you let your hand fall to his chest, fisting the lapel of his jacket and tugging like you needed him more than oxygen, it disappeared into a haze of your perfume and warmth.Â
Aemond hummed as you noticed he did often. âDoes it count if I take you out the day after?â
âIâm sure it does,â you bit your lip to hide your smile, frowning when he pulled away from your neck. âBut only if you really wantââ
All your thoughts were lost when Aemond swallowed your words, his lips finding yours eagerly. You moaned against him, stiffening for a moment as your skin flushed under his touch but returning his vigour when he laced his fingers through your hair, holding it in a tight fist. It was a perfectly coordinated mess of tongue and teeth, and Aemond never once faltered in his fervour.Â
Blindly, you let him guide you to the bed, pulling him down without breaking the kiss when the edge of the bed hit the back of your legs.
In the soft glow of candlelight, the both of you were enveloped in a world of your own. The air was thick with anticipation as your bodies drew closer, the heat shared between you palpable. You tilted your head back, inviting his lips to trace a path along your neck, each kiss sending your blood rushing to your core.
âTell me what you want,â he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.
âEverything, Aemond.â
As his hands found their way under his shirt, fingers gliding over your soft skin, you let out a soft gasp, arching into him. His hands roamed freely, seeking out the warmth beneath the soft fabric, craving your skin against his own.
You felt the weight of him above you, powerful and intoxicating. With a careful urgency, Aemond sat back momentarily, pulling you with him so that he could reach to unclasp your bra. When you moved to take the shirt off with a soft smile, he stopped you.Â
âKeep it on,â Aemond placed a kiss to your clothed shoulder, running his hand across the side of your leg as he let you get rid of your bra underneath the shirt. He pulled your skirt and tights off with steady hands, humming appreciatively at the way your underwear peaked out from where the t-shirt had bunched at your hips. âI want you in my shirt only.â
You watched him, entranced, as he took in the sight of you and muttered under his breath about how perfect you were for him, his eye dark with longing. Aemond moved downwards, nestling himself comfortably between your legs, pressing soft kisses along your inner thighs, his mouth warm and inviting.Â
When you whined impatiently he smiled, a wicked glint in his eye, and returned to his explorations, kissing his way closer to your core. Aemond never took his eye off you and you could see him watching you from where he teasingly licked at the skin where your thigh met your covered womanhood. The tension in your core tightened and you jerked when he wrapped his lips around your clothed clit and sucked hard.Â
Strong hands held your hips down as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, fingers pressing into the flesh of your thighs. Again, you whined at him. âYouâre not very patient are you? Already so wet for me that I can taste your delicious pussy through the fabric. Tell me what you want.â
You propped yourself on your elbows, your arms quivering under your weight and breath hitching when you noticed his own clothes had been haphazardly taken off. Aemond was ridding you of your mind and he had barely done anything. âMore, Aemond. I want more.â
âMore what?â
âMore of you,â you whined again, mouth watering at the way he gazed at you from where he was nestled. âI want more of you.â
Aemond complied, pulling your panties off as soon as your hips had lifted on his command. He gave you a pointed look, scolding you gently when you gave him a shy whimper, moving to shut your legs so he couldnât see you spread for him.Â
âSpread your legs, pretty girl,â he let out a coarse breath when you wordlessly did as he said, baring yourself to him and gracing him with a sight more tempting than all the gold and jewels the world had to offer. Aemondâs hands guided your thighs apart encouragingly. âThatâs itâlittle bit more.â
His gentle commands were both exhilarating and daunting. The weight of his gaze was both thrilling and intimidating, sending heat rushing to your cheeks and your cunt and the chuckle coming from the man between your legs was enough to tell you that he had seen you clench around nothing.Â
Trailing his kisses from your knees and down your thighs once again, Aemond groaned, fisting the bottom of the shirt that rested against your raised thigh and licking a long stripe between your folds. It had you sucking in a breath, the sensation of his wet tongue suddenly exploring your cunt taking over every part of your mind and body, your fingers grasping at the sheets when he lapped at your clit and moaned into your wetness.
âGods, Aemond-â you made the prettiest noises but Aemondâs cock jumped at the way you said his name, giving him a newfound fervour as he ferociously sucked at your clit, flicking it with his tongue.Â
Nothing you had experienced with anyone had you trembling from sensitivity and pleasure so easily. His tongue and lips moved against you expertly and he let his arms wrap around your thighs as they rested against his shoulders, using his thumbs to spread you even more for him.Â
Spit mixed with your wetness, creating a slick that dripped from your cunt and tainted his chin and his cheeks but Aemond seemed only to revel in it. His cock grew painfully hard at the beautiful sounds you made and the sweet, slightly tart and metallic taste of you on his tongue.Â
At a particularly harsh suck on your clit, you jerked, legs clamping shut around Aemondâs head as you felt your orgasm building faster than you had expected. âAemond. Oh fuck, itâs good-â
âAre you going to come for me, missy?â Aemond asked and the vibrations of his voice while he continued to feast on you had you moaning out an incoherent answer. He was watching you as you nodded, head thrown back so all that he could see over your body and his t-shirt was your chin and glimpses of your blissful expression.Â
Shuddering and struggling to even your breathing, a heated pleasure took you with surprising intensity. Aemond continued to suck on you, delving into you with his tongue and teasing you with his fingers as he helped you through your orgasm, groaning at the way your body tensed and your pussy clenched.Â
Placing a final kiss on your clit with a cheeky grin, making his way up your body, enjoying the way you continued to tremble and whimper under his touch. He took a nipple into his mouth through the shirt, teasingly only giving it a moment of attention before his lips were back on yours.Â
Sharing the taste of you, Aemond kissed you hungrily despite having done the same within your folds only seconds ago. It was unbelievably hot in the room and you became dizzy with how your body gave into his, moulding against him perfectly as his hips found their place between your legs.Â
Aemondâs voice was dark and confident, dripping with lust.Â
But you salivated at the thought of taking him in your mouth and tried to push him back. âI want you in my mouth too.â
âNot tonight.â His hand found one of your breasts, touching you over the shirt. When you pouted at him, legs still jerking around his hips, Aemond softly moaned. âArenât you full of surprises? Good girl like you, so eager to suck me.â
Hot and heavy, Aemond grinded his cock against you, pressing it deliciously to your clit and then taking its place with his fingers. He wondered whether the pout on your lips would disappear when he pushed a digit into you, satisfied to see it fall away and be replaced with a furrow of your eyebrows and a silent gasp.Â
Keening at both his words and the way that Aemond slid another finger in and curled them inside you, searching for that spot that had your toes curling, you were increasingly desperate to taste him now that you had felt how hard and ready he was for you. âPlease, let me taste you.â
âYouâll have plenty of opportunities for that.â He sighed deeply when you moaned loudly, grasping at his shoulders and pressing your face into his neck. âI would kill to feel your pretty lips on my cock. Do you want to know what I think, missy?â
Aemond was intoxicating, sending your body into overdrive and your mind hazy with need. All you could do was nod, lost in the way he was perfectly bringing you to so much bliss.Â
âI think,â he purred. âThat Iâm going to make you mine. And that Iâll fuck the well-behaved girl right out of you in each and every shirt that I own.â
Gasping for air as he pushed himself into you, replacing his fingers with his cock, you clung to him as he stretched you out. There was a sharp sting from his size but it subsided quickly and you could feel the effects of Aemondâs cock in you all the way down your legs and to your toes.Â
Aemondâs breath hitched, his eye holding yours as he gave you time to adjust, jaw clenched and holding you tightly as if heâd fall to the pits of the hells if he were to let go of you.Â
For someone he had just met properly only hours ago, Aemond thought he had found his own heaven in you and your body.Â
You mewled, pushing your hips forward greedily. âIt feels so good-so good, Aemond.â
He slowly moved his hips, hissing and letting his forehead fall to your shoulder where he bit down gently. The way Aemond pushed deeper into you at every thrust forward stole your breath from your lungs each time. He felt like he was a virgin once again, feeling the comfort of a wet, hot cunt for the first time, losing the control he had over the urge to claim you properly and spill into you already.
Aemond was no stranger to the pleasures of the body but never had he fallen victim to weakness by a woman and Aemond was of half a mind to understand that he would do anything you asked of him simply because your bodies were a carnally perfect fit. Right now, he would burn down cities if you asked him to.Â
Keeping the steady pace, Aemondâs thrusts became more forceful, driving into you harder and drawing out nonsensical murmurs and whimpers from you. It was white-hot, each thrust sending a barrage of pleasure and sensitivity through your body.Â
âIf only they could see you now,â Aemondâs tone was deep, laced with lust and somewhat desperate as his hips snapped into you, the sound of skin against skin and his cock pushing lewd sounds from your wetness that couldnât be drowned out by the distant thump of the partyâs music. âThe perfect, innocent girl that they all believe you to be, squeezing my cock like a good little slut. Just for me.â
Blissful, incoherent sounds that he pulled from only spurred him on further and you could feel how his cock twitched and moved within you. The way that Aemondâs body fit with yours was perfect and it had that tension return to your stomach, your skin tingling and toes curling as he sped up his movements. It was blinding and deafening at the same time, stealing your breath from you each time he dragged his cock out only to push it back in.Â
Shaking and trembling, your legs squeezed around his hips and Aemond grunted, his head falling to your shoulder as he grabbed the flesh of your thigh and pushing it up and holding it beside you. Angling your hips perfectly, Aemondâs rough thrusts found a sensitive spot and you gasped, back arching off the bed as you gripped him tightly in your arms. You were barely of the right mind to notice him hiss when your nails scraped across his skin.Â
Aemond was convinced he had found a version of peace in your body, the feeling of your warmth and wetness squeezing him, quieting the loud, painful thoughts that never ceased in his mind. He swore, his voice constrained and his fingers digging further into your flesh. There wouldnât be a day that could go by in which he wouldnât be haunted by your perfect cunt and pretty sounds. It was a thought that would have had him scoffing in any other circumstances but he was so lost in you that he couldnât find it in himself to give a damn.Â
âYou are so fucking-â he groaned. âTight. Made to fit my cock perfectly.â
âAemond-â
He chuckled, enjoying the way his name was the only word you could force out between your moans. Aemondâs hips stuttered as you clamped down around him, your eyes rolling back and falling shut as you turned away from him reflexively, pressing your head into the pillow and whining pathetically.Â
âYes, missy?â Aemondâs voice was constricted but still smooth.Â
âGonna comeâIâm gonna come,â you gasped out between whimpers and moans, calling out his name as if he was your salvation.
Aemond let go of your thigh, his fingers clasping around your throat and squeezing the sides enough so that he could force your head out of the pillow. âLook at me when you come, pretty girl.â
When your eyes met his, you were surprised to see that his eyepatch hadnât been discarded but couldnât linger on the thought. Not with the way that overwhelming tension had become too much, coiling in your stomach and making you quiver underneath Aemondâs strong body, coming to its peak and snapping with an earth shattering, burning intensity that forced your entire world to go quiet.Â
With strained gasps, Aemondâs peak quickly followed yours and he pulled out, surprised to see how swiftly your hand replaced his. You felt the ropes of his hot seed fall onto your stomach, the warmth of his breath against your skin as he buried his face into your neck, heaving as he rode through the strength of his orgasm.Â
Strings of curses came from him as he let his body fall to the space beside you. Aemond barely wasted two seconds before pulling you into him so that your head rested against his chest as he held you against him. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â you smiled, letting yourself melt into him, too spent to spare a thought for the mess on your stomach. âBut I doubt Iâll be feeling so great tomorrow.â
A deep chuckle vibrated against your ear. âIâd apologise but Iâm afraid I wouldnât mean it.â
âCheeky.â
Aemond took a hold of your wrist when you slapped his chest gently, bringing your hand up to place a kiss on your knuckles before letting his hand fall to that spot on your hip. âI wasnât lying you know.â
âAbout?â You raised an eyebrow, craning your neck so that you could see his face without moving away from him.Â
âI will take you out.â Aemond grinned, squeezing your flesh playfully. âAnd I will fuck you in every single one of my t-shirts.â
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His Princess
fancast!bloody ben x targ!fem!reader
Summary: During Rhaenyras absence Jace and Baela deploy you out to deal with the Blackwoods and the Brackens, atop Silverwing. You treat with Lord Benjicot and prepare for a battle with the Brackens. You both canât help the feelings that arise from working closely together.
Warnings: 18+ swearing, drinking, blood, blades, death(not mc), burning, foul language, political plotting, oral (f receiving), p in v
Authors Note: no bc i got caught up in the plot for a sec đ”âđ«, the rider dragon bond is diff than show, I would say I proofread this like 90%
Word Count: 6.2k
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âIâm done fucking waiting.â Jace paces around the painted table cursing under his breath. Baela goes to Jaces side and offers him hushed words of support.
The council stares at Jace in anticipation to finally make an appearance in this war. Rhaenyra has been gone for days without so much as a word while Jace and Beala are getting eaten alive by the men surrounding this table. Daemon is doing Gods know what in Harrenhal while weâre on the brink of battle.
âThe Riverlands grow restless, my Prince. The Blackwoods and Brackens are at each otherâs throats. Thereâs been no word from Daemon so we must assume no one is there to rally them together.â Lord Massey states with a clipped tone.
âWe must send a dragon to amass them to our cause. Or to help the Blackwoods defeat the Brackens. Regardless something needs to be done and soon.â Lord Celtigar nods his head and looks around at his fellow vultures.
âY/N take Silverwing.â Jace turns to me. âGo to Raventree Hall. Speak with Bejicot Blackwood and do whatever it takes to get him and his men to join our other army. If you can get the Brackens to bend the knee: Great. If not: Burn them. We are done sitting aside in this war.â Jace says with a boisterous voice.
âI heartedly agree with this decision.â Lord Emmon nods his head along with the other Lords.
âThen I shall see you when I return victorious, brother.â I smile to Jace. âSister.â I smile and nod to Baela before exiting the war room.
Once in my chambers I hastily pack a couple of bags. I change into my riding armor and place my sword in its sheath down my back. I dart down the stairs to greet Silverwing before anyone changes their mind on sending us out. My dragon and I have been itching to take to the skies and begin bending knees.
âHello, my beautiful girl.â I coo as I approach her and offer her pats. âWeâve finally been given leave.â I say with a playful tone as she chuffs and turns to me.
I quickly mount her and she brings us to the lip of the cave. As she steps over the ledge she lets us free fall which always makes my heart drop. Her wings catch the breeze and we shoot forward as I wildly laugh while clinging to her.
During the flight to the Riverlands I keep my eyes peeled for any armys. I have yet to see anything concerning, but keep a vigilant watch nonetheless. We fly a couple miles away from Harrenhal, but we still faintly hear Caraxes high pitched song.
We thankfully hear no other dragons and have no vision on any armyâs as we begin our approach on Raventree Hall. Silverwing circles the castle and gives out a fearsome cry before landing on the outskirts of the city walls. I leave my bags attached to the saddle incase I donât receive the welcome Iâm expecting. Once I make it to solid ground guards start to approach, but keep their distance as they take in my dragon hovering behind of me.
âI come as an extension of the Crown. I must speak with your Lord at once.â I look to the guards expectantly.
âAnd which Crown might that be?â one guard is brave enough to question me.
âThe only rightful Crown. That sits atop my motherâs head. Queen Rhaenyra.â my tone clipped as I start to approach and then men back up.
âIâm sorry, Princess.â they all bow their heads deeply as they bend the knee to my mothers cause. âThese are strange times.â
âIndeed.â I hum as I look down at them.
âIâll go get Lord Benjicot.â one guard raises his head and rushes through the gate behind him.
I turn back to Silverwing and she seems to roll her eyes at the men behind of us. I climb back to retrieve my bags and offer her words of praise and thanks for a smooth flight. As I turn to dismount once more there is a handsome man looking up at me with a slack jaw. I look down at him with low lids and wicked smile.
âWho might you be?â I call down to him as I toss my bags next to him.
âLord Benjicot Blackwood, Ben if you wish.â he calls up to me as he falls to his knees. I smirk as I slide down the side of Silverwing and stand in front of him as he continues to look at my boots.
âRise, Ben.â I say hushed as his eyes travel up my body until they lock with mine.
âIs it too forward to say that I much like this position?â Ben offers me a wink and devilish smirk.
âIs that so?â I hum as I bring my hand to the side of his cheek. He grabs my hand with his own and brings it to his mouth to place a kiss on the back. He rises and towers above me never breaking our eye contact.
âWhat can I do for you, Princess?â he asks, smirk still plastered on his face.
âI wish to have an audience with you and your advisors in the council chambers.â I remove my hand from his and get to the more pressing matters. âI should also like live feed brought for my dragon. Sheâs hungry and I wouldnât want her to pick through your men.â I looks to him expectantly waiting to be invited inside.
âYes,â he clears his throat. âIâll have some of my guards bring some cattle. Will she harm them?â he whispers the last part to me.
âNot unless they deserve it.â I chuckle as I grab my bags.
âPerfect.â Ben claps his hands together. âThen letâs have a meeting.â he takes my bags from my hands and leads me into the gate.
He hands my bags to servants and tells them to have them brought to the guest chambers. He leads me straight to the council chambers and offers me the seat next to him. Slowly members begin to filter into the room and once everyone takes their seat Ben rises.
âGentlemen, this is Y/n Targaryen. Queen Rhaenyras first daughter. Rider of Silverwing.â he tells them, his words sounding like adoration.
âAs Iâm sure youâre all aware war is on the horizon, if not already here. After the battle of the burning mill itâs clear tensions have been high. I want to thank you for fighting in the name of my mother. I am here to ask you to pick up your swords for her again.â I look to all of them to read their expressions.
âWhat do you propose we do?â one of his advisors asks, raising an eyebrow.
âCall your banners and follow me and Silverwing to the Brackens. I shall ask them to bend the knee to the rightful Queen. If they refuse I shall burn them at your sides and we will continue on to meet the rest of our army to continue to battle and glory.â I say hoping they accept my more than generous offer.
âAnd what if the Brackens bend the knee? You expect us to fight alongside them?â another advisor speaks up, disgust heavy in his voice.
âI expect you to fight for your Queen.â my voice rises as I stand looking to him.
âWe will fight for you. Iâm just not sure if the Brackens share the same sentiment, Princess.â Ben adds, eyes shooting daggers to the advisor who spoke to me in such a manner.
âThen theyâll die.â I say flatly as I reclaim my seat.
âThen itâs settled.â Ben announces as no one else has any other grievances. âIâll be able to have my men ready in two days time.â he nods his head to me.
âExcellent. I have nothing further to discuss at this moment.â I say waving my hand.
Ben dismisses his advisors and servants flood in and offer me beverages and food. I accept a cup of wine and sigh as I lean back into my chair. This went smoother than I anticipated, but I still think there will be work to do to prepare the Blackwoods before I ask the Brackens to bend the knee.
âI must send a raven to Dragonstone.â my eyes glide to Ben who has been staring at me.
âYes, of course.â he rises from his chair quickly causing the legs to groan against the stone. âIâll fetch you some parchment and ink.â he rushes out the door and leaves me blinking after him.
I scribble out a note to Jace and tell him of whatâs happened and how I expect the meeting with the two hosts to go. I tell him Iâve secured the Blackwoods and intend to try my best with the Brackens but make no explicit promises. I seal it with red ink and hand it off directly to the maester.
âAllow me to show you to your chambers.â Ben says offering me his arm.
I look him over and decide itâs not terrible if I hang off of his arm like a simpering fool for a couple of days. Thereâs something alluring about him. I can feel the violence bubbling under the surface which excites me to no end. He begins to parade us down the halls with a ridiculous smile on his face as he looks down to every man we pass.
âHere we are, Princess.â he hums as we stop in front of a large set of double doors.
He opens the doors and escorts me in. I spot my bags on a chair near the freshly lit hearth. I peer into the bathing chambers and hum in appreciation at the small pool I have for a bath. Candles are lit throughout the chambers making them feel warm and inviting beside the dark stone and wood.
âIâll admit Iâm surprised you brought me to my own chambers and not yours.â I turn to Ben smiling as I see his cheeks redden.
âIs that disappointment I hear?â Ben cocks his head, matching my smile.
âDonât flatter yourself.â I playfully roll my eyes.
âChange and Iâll show you around Raventree Hall.â Benâs smile lingers on his face. âIf you want.â he backtracks slightly nervous.
âCome collect me in an hour.â I smile as his eyes alight with excitement as he slips out of my chambers.
Why couldnât Jace send me to a house without such a handsome flirt of a Lord. I sigh out as I fall back into my bed. I rise and begin to remove my armor. I place my sword on the bed unsure if Iâm ready to not have it on my person, armor or gown. I slip into a black form fitting gown and settle for a hidden dagger on my thigh. The sheath can only be seen if one is looking for it or if their hands found themselves traveling somewhere they shouldnât. I braid my silver hair out of my face and leave the rest flowing down my back. I go to the couch and watch out the window until Ben comes to get me.
âPrincess?â Benâs voice carries through the door followed by a couple knocks.
âCome.â I call as I begin to rise off of the couch. Ben stands in the doorway staring at me with wide eyes. âIs this not appropriate for a tour? I can change.â I look down smoothing my dress slightly embarrassed and confused.
âNo,â he breathes out. âNo, you look perfect Princess.â his eyes meet mine and I can feel my cheeks flush at his compliment.
âThank you.â I look up to his eyes and smile softly.
âA true Targaryen beauty.â he hums as he places a kiss on my hand lowering his head.
âYou honor me, Lord Benjicot.â I say flustered at his words and actions.
âBen,â he corrects me, smirking.
âBen.â his name falls off of my tongue breathlessly.
âCome, let me show you my home.â Ben offers me his arm, which I accept as he leads me out of my chambers.
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Ben and I shamelessly flirt over the next two days as we ready our host. We plan strategies with his advisors on the best way to go about speaking with the Brackens. Iâve flown Silverwing near the border and seen the host theyâre amassing for themselves. Iâll admit I hope to turn them to my motherâs cause but I can only do so much. This feud between these two house has lasted many generations and Iâm not sure that the presence of a dragon will make much of a difference.
Jace has sent back word confirming and allowing me leave to do what must be done to secure a host from the Riverlands. There has been no word on Rhaenyra much to my concern and frustration. Hopefully the next time I see her Iâll have an army raised in her name. I send another raven back stating I plan to meet the Bracken host on the morrow and will send him word of the outcome.
âAre you scared?â Ben asks me, looking over his cup of wine as we dine alone.
âI think Silverwing and I can handle this.â I shrug, biting my lip.
âI know you both can. Doesnât mean you canât be scared.â he offers me a soft smile.
âIs it bad to admit that I am?â I asked hushed looking to him.
âNo, it makes you smart. I havenât seen you fight or duel. But from looking at the armor and sword you wore the first time I laid eyes on you, I would say youâre no stranger to what may come.â he surmises looking to me intently.
âI do well with a blade, better with fire.â I smile deviously. âHow do you fare? Are you scared, Ben?â my smile widens as I suck in my bottom lip.
âWhy should I be scared? I have a Targaryen Princess and her dragon flying above me. I think I can manage with a blade from below.â his eyes filled with shameless admiration as he looks to me.
âDonât be so humble. Iâve heard your nickname and stories throughout your host.â I raise my eyebrow to him across the table.
âWhat nickname is that? Iâm afraid thereâs a few floating around.â he chuckles lowly.
âAll Iâve heard is the whispers of Bloody Ben leading them to victory. How you come out of battle covered in blood with a wicked smile painted through it.â I look to him as his smile widens.
âDoes that scare you?â he tilts his head studying me.
âNot in the slightest.â I gently shake my head.
âWe shall see if thatâs true on the morrow.â he hums, still looking over my face. âAllow me to escort you to your chambers.â he rises and walks over to help me rise from my chair.
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I rise early in the morning before the sun has started to rise. I begin fastening my hair into two long braids that flow down my back. I begin to stretch out some before covering myself in my armor. Once everything is secured I slide my blade down my back and check to make sure I have everything I should need. I quickly exit my chambers and as Iâm turning the corner I clash into a man.
âGood morning.â I look up at Benâs voice as his arms steady mine as I sway. âI was just coming to wake you.â he smiles still holding on to me.
âI always break fast with Silverwing before we do something strenuous. Would you like to join us?â I offer with a soft smile.
âIâd be honored, Princess.â he bows his head lowly as I playfully push him back.
âI thought we were done with the formalities, Lord Benjicot.â I chuckle as he regains his composure.
âOh no, you will always be my Princess.â he licks his lips as I feel my cheeks start to heat.
âMm, your Princess?â I raise my eyebrows trying to pretend my cheeks arenât the color of dragon fire.
âYes, mine.â he says lowly as he pinches one of my cheeks. âCome, letâs go get some cattle for Silverwing. I want to make sure sheâs well fed for today, along with you, my Princess.â he whispers my title into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
I follow after him as he takes us to the dining hall. He tells a servant to have a couple plates made for us and brought out near Silverwing for us to eat. He leads us out of his castle and over to the rows of stables and barns. He offers men more than enough coin and soon we have five cattle trailing behind us as we make our way to Silverwing.
As we approach we see our breakfast laid on a blanket near my sleeping dragon who is now starting to wake at my approach. Ben lingers by our breakfast with the string of cows as I approach her. I rub her snout and walk down the length of her body to her tail, trailing my hand all the way. She begins to stir and offers small chuffs. As I walk back to her head she nudges her snout into me and huffs out.
âOh come on, itâs not that early.â I chuckle as I scratch under her jaw. âThat handsome man over there has brought you some gifts.â I hum as she rises her head and looks to Ben.
I nod my head encouragingly to Ben to bring over the cows. He walks over with a stiff spine but is sure to show no fear. Silverwing stares down at him as I walk to his side. She looks at both of us and comes to eye level. I look to Silverwing like a mother warning her child to be nice.
âHeâs not your treat, heâs mine. He brought these cattle for you to indulge yourself on.â Silverwing chuffs at us and turns to the cows waiting for us to back away.
âCome.â I say, pulling Ben away.
Once weâre a safe distance away Silverwing dowses the cattle in fire until theyâre burnt to a crisp. She lays back down with a thud and leisurely begins to eat her meal. Ben looks on at the scene as I leave his side to return to our breakfast. He claims a seat next to me, still looking to Silverwing.
âSo how does that work? She can understand you?â Ben asks taking a sip of juice.
âShe can understand me, yes. We have this sort of bond. Itâs like a mutual respect of each otherâs feelings and boundaries. Kind of as if our souls are molded together as one.â I look to my beautiful dragon as I speak with admiration.
âI canât even begin to imagine the strength it takes to do that. To command the skies with her. You both are just so other-worldly.â Ben looks to me with reverence.
Silverwing chirps a soft song at Benâs words and she continues to feast upon her cattle. I smile at her acceptance and happily eat the meal prepared for me. We eat in a comfortable silence as the men begin to rise for the upcoming day.
After we finish our breakfast Ben goes to speak with his fellow commanders and finalize the plan. I lounge with Silverwing watching the men run around camp. She grumbles when some walk a little to closer for her liking and I chuckle as theyâre quick to run back. Once everyone seems scarce I rise and see that they have begun to fall into lines ready to march.
âItâs almost time for us to fly. I know not what today holds for us, but I know we will be victorious.â I talk to Silverwing patting her as I start to mount.
âA moment, my Princess.â Ben calls from afar and I turn to see him running to me.
âYes?â I return to the ground and await for him to come to me.
âI seek your favor.â he pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly. âFor luck, on our endeavors.â his cheeks become red from more than just his short run.
âI-â I pat my armor knowing I have nothing on me to offer him. âI have nothing on me to-â Silverwing chuffs and snaps a cattle bone, looking to us expectantly.
âThank you, my beautiful Silverwing.â Ben smiles widely at my dragon as he bends down to claim the now bone knife from her claws.
âIt seems sheâs taken a liking to you.â I gasp as Silverwing nudges my back pushing me into Ben.
âAnd what of you?â he hums holding me.
âI suppose I have.â I try to look anywhere but in his eyes as my face heats.
âYou have what?â he asks with a smirk, tilting my chin with his fingers so I have to look at him.
âTaken a liking to you.â I reply breathlessly looking at him through my lashes.
âMay I have your favor?â Ben looks to my lips and then to my eyes in a silent question to which I nod my head vigorously.
His lips crash down into mine and his teeth are quick to bite down on my lower lip. I gasp out and his tongue slips into my mouth to dance with mine. One of his hands finds its way to the back of my neck molding me to him. He pulls back from my mouth as our breath mingles. I kiss him quickly one more time and a smile splits across his face. He kisses my forehead softly and steps back from me.
âOur host awaits your command, my Princess.â he looks at me with heavy lids.
âBegin marching, we should make it to Stone Hedge a little after midday. If you donât see me, weâre in the clouds, but Iâll always be above you. I will see you for negotiations.â I nod to him.
âUnderstood. I will see you in a couple of hours.â he returns my nod, his cheeks still slightly flushed.
âDo not die today.â I call out as he begins to walk away.
âYour wish is my command.â he turns to me and bows deeply before continuing back to his men.
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I fly ahead of the Blackwood host to see if there are any traps waiting for us. We have a clear path directly to Stone Hedge. I hear no other dragons in our vicinity and sigh in relief. As we approach the outskirts we fly in closer to see if there are any scorpions that I should take out before even thinking of landing in an open field. I mark no weapons of note that make me unsure of my landing.
I circle back to our host and coast on the breeze as they make their way closer. They stop on the other side of the Brackens wooden barricade and await for my arrival. I fly over the approaching Bracken host taking in their numbers. We have about couple hundred more swords than they do and a dragon so I have no worry. Silverwing gives out a high pitched screech and the Blackwood hosts recedes allowing us land in front of them.
As we approach I can see the Brackens pushing back to their gates and chuckle. I slide out of my saddle and make my way to solid ground. The Blackwood host looks at me as if Iâm a goddess stepping onto their battle field to bless them.
âHow was the flight? What did you gather from up there?â Ben peppers me with questions on approach.
âWe have more swords than they do. There were no weapons of note that I was worried about or we wouldnât have landed here. On approach they pulled back. Iâm going to have to lure the Lord out.â I list off what Iâve observed from the skies.
âNoted.â Ben nods his head. âAnd how was the flight?â his face softens as he smiles.
âAbsolutely delightful.â my smile matches his as I look back to Silverwing.
âIâm glad to hear.â he looks down at me tenderly.
âLetâs go see if thereâs a way to talk this through.â I sigh and begin leading us to the barricade.
As we begin walking to the middle I see small group of men approaching from the Bracken side. We wait at the edge expectancy and they stop a couple hundred feet away. I groan out in annoyance as I climb over the wooden fence. Ben is right behind of me as we cross the line.
âThank you for meeting us away from your beast.â one of them says foolishly.
âMy beast?â I bark out a laugh at his audacity. âSheâs had quite the large breakfast, but surely she could always eat more?â I tilt my head, squinting my eyes at him.
âWhat is it that youâre here for?â Lord Bracken steps out from behind his men.
âBend the knee to my mother, the rightful Queen of the realm. Join your host with hers and ride with her into battle and glory.â I hold my chin high as I study them as they take in my words.
âAlongside Blackwoods?â Lord Bracken scoffs looking to Ben.
âAlongside fellow Queensmen.â I correct through my teeth trying to cool my temper at his tone and disrespect. Iâm trying to avoid what I know is coming and soon I wonât have patience for words anymore.
âWhat do I get in return? Her brazen daughter who stands to inherit nothing? Does she truly think your cunt is worth my army?â Lord Bracken looks at me with a smile as his words slam into me.
âAs if you wouldâve ever deserved her.â Ben breathes out in a chuckle and he lunges at Lord Bracken and slams the cow bone knife into the side of his throat. âYou donât speak to her like that.â he grits out twisting the bone.
The world slows as the next seconds play out in front of me. He pulls the bone out as blood splatters across his face he quickly slams it into the leg of the man next to him. I quickly grab my blade from my back and slice open the man who began to run towards Ben. The last man grabs me harshly and I grab the dagger from my ribs and slam it up into his jaw. I pull the dagger out of the manâs jaw causing blood to spray across my face. Time resumes normally and Iâm quick to hear shouts from either side of the army.
âGet to Silverwing.â Ben shouts to me as he turns to face the army pulling out his long sword.
As I run back to the barricade men begin pouring over and running past me. They keep a clear path away from my dragon and Iâm able to get to her quickly. I clip into the saddle and she shoots us into the air. We fly low as I look on at the brazen violence. We fly near the back of their lines so theyâre not safe on any front.
âDracarys Silverwing.â I cry out and the entirely of the back of their host is doused in dragon flame.
As I look down I see burning men running for their life. I fly to undefended western side of the Bracken host and Silverwing is quick to bathe them in flame. After burning as many as I could without getting too close to Blackwood men we circle our host and land at the back. I quickly dismount from Silverwing preparing to go into the thick of the battle.
A horn blows and all fighting ceases. I climb back up Silverwing to look on at the bloody mess to see whatâs going on. I see my motherâs flag raised in the center of the field. I lay back into my saddle and smile that everything is done. I dismount once more and wait at Silverwings feet for Ben to come find us and tell us of his victory.
âMy Princess.â Benâs voice carries through the crowd as they part to make way for him.
âBloody Ben indeed.â I hum as I look over him in his disheveled state.
âYouâve got a bit on you too.â he smiles wiping at my face.
âHow did it go out there?â I ask pulling back to look him over, scanning for any injuries.
âVery good.â he nods and I can still feel the adrenaline pouring off of him. âYou and Silverwing did so well. Amazing to be honest.â he showers me with praise causing my cheeks to redden under the blood.
âThank you.â I reply bashfully.
âBlushing like I didnât watch you stab a man in the jaw.â his eyes worship me as he shakes his head.
âYou are such a fool for doing what you did.â my eyes narrow on him remembering the start of this.
âI was willing to listen to what he wanted until he brought you into it.â he says approaching me. âI told you that youâre mine.â he says only audible for me.
âBen-â
âYou as a person are worth more than any army. Or any kingdom. Or any realm.â he whispers to me. âI wouldâve fought alongside all of them if it meant I could stay by your side.â his eyes scan my face as it softens.
My hands reach up to bring his face down to mine. I place a soft kiss on his lips and pull back to look up at him. He captures my lips once more and pulls me tightly to him. Men begin to cheer and clap around us much to my embarrassment. I pull back giggling as he continues to pepper kisses around my face.
We separate and begin to assess the losses. We were fortunate not to take many causalities or injuries. Benâs most trusted men take the castle at Stone Hedge and raise my motherâs banners in the usurpers stead. Once the castle is deemed safe we walk through the gates.
Upon entering the castle we have a servant lead us the council chambers and see if there was any information left about the Greens movements. Benâs advisors join us for a debriefing and I quickly write out a note to send to Jace of our victory in the taking of Stone Hedge and raising an army.
Ben dismisses his advisors and then itâs just the two of us lingering. I take in his bloodied state and shake my head. I know Iâm not in a much better state either and begin to rise to seek a servant to make me a bath.
âWhere are you off to?â Ben is quick to rise at my side.
âTo find a bath. I suggest you do the same.â I raise an eyebrow to him as a smile plays at my lips.
âWe could bathe together.â Ben whispers against my lips.
âMm, come find me once youâre clean, Lord Benjicot.â I smirk against his lips and then slip out of the council chambers leaving him alone.
âčâââïžââșââ âïž ââșâââïžââ âč âčâââïžââșââ âïž ââșâââïžââ âč âčâââïžââșââ
A moan slips from my lips as I sink into the hot water. I scrub at my skin and splash water against my face watching the water turn pink and then maroon. I pick my nails clean and once Iâm satisfied I rise out of the water wrapping a towel around my body. I groan as I remember the only thing a servant could seem to find me is a sheer slip.
I throw my towel to the ground and huff out as the slip only reaches to the top of my thighs. I make my way over to the vanity and begin to take my braids out. I praise the gods that my hair was spared from the blood. I shake my hair out helping relieve some of the tension that remains. I begin to make my way to my bed as thereâs a knock at my door.
âYes?â I ask from the other side of the door not wanting to be seen in such an exposed state.
âIâm clean.â Ben chuckles from the other side of the door. I crack open the door and take in his freshly bathed state.
âOf course theyâd be able to find you proper clothing.â I roll my eyes and allow him in.
âYou are absolutely divine.â Benâs eyes finally land on mine after drinking in my exposed body.
âYou clean up nicely yourself.â I appreciate his clean face and body as he stalks over to me.
âMy Princess.â he breathes out as he kneels before me, his breath fanning across my thighs.
âHmm?â I hum, looking down at him as my fingers travel through his hair.
âMay I taste you?â he asks softly as his hands trail up my bare legs.
âPlease, Ben.â I reply breathlessly nodding my head.
As he rises from his knees, he takes my slip with him. I stand before him completely bare as his eyes dart across my body. I help him remove his clothes as we make our way to the bed. He pushes me on the bed when the back of my knees hit it. He kneels before me once more and pulls my core directly to his awaiting mouth.
âFuck,â I cry as his tongue lashes against my clit.
With every swirl of his tongue my hips are rising off the bed. One of his hands finds its way between my thighs and he teases two fingers at my entrance. His slowly pushes his two digits in as whimpers fall from my mouth. He begins to pump in and out of me slowly as my hips grind onto his face and hand.
âBen, please,â I whine as he begins a fast pace.
I lose myself to the pleasure as my moans travel throughout my chambers. My thighs quake at his relentless pace as his name pours from my lips. I explode around his fingers as his tongue continues to lick softly at my clit.
âBen,â I breathless sob as my hand pulls his hair harshly away from my sensitive bud.
âYou taste so good, I could eat you all night.â he places soft kisses on my thighs.
He snakes his way up my body and claims my mouth in a heated kiss. I feel his hardened length slide through my wetness causing me to whine. He chuckles against my lips as my hips continue to squirm.
âAre you ready, my Princess?â he whispers against my lips as he lines himself up at my entrance.
âYes, please,â I arch my hips up to his begging for friction.
A moan tears through me as he slides into me. He wastes no time and fully pushes himself into me. The stretch of him causes my eyes to screw shut as I focus on the feel of him. I begin to slowly rock my hips once Iâve adjusted and he claims my lips once more as he starts to move his hips.
âFuck, you feel so good.â he plants against my lips as his pace increases.
My legs wrap around his waist as I cling to him as he continues to pull pleasure from my body. His hips snap into mine at the new angle, stealing my breath. Our breathes become one as our hips meet in a rhythm that has us both panting. Pleasure washes over me, catching me off guard as my nails dig into Benâs shoulder.
âFuck, princess.â he grits through his teeth as he keeps pounding into me.
Tears begin to prick at the edges of my eyes from the pleasure heâs repeatedly wringing from my body. One of his hands slide between us and attach to my sensitive bud. I cry out and clench around him and he groans into my neck. I feel him begin to fill me as his hips falter and I explode around him once more, his name falling from my lips as if itâs the only word I know.
âYou did so good for me, my Princess.â he whispers as he slowly pulls out.
He pulls me to his side and covers us with the blankets. I curl into his side and hum at his words of adoration and praise. My eyes begin to feel too heavy as I allow sleep to consume me.
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Part 2
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SHUT UP âN LISTEN | JJK
PAIRING: street racer!brotherâs bestfriend!jeon jungkook x fem!reader
SUMMARY: Trust was broken, and wrong decisions were made. You were now left alone facing the consequences of your own actions, realizing it was never a good idea to fuck around with your brotherâs friend. But maybe that was another lesson you were meant to learn.
WC: 17.3k
WARNINGS: brotherâs best friend trope, angst, like a loooooot, unnecessarily dramatic dialogues that I think were a bit too much but that worked out for the plot at the end. Fluff because I didnât want to end it on a sad note again. Way too much feelings and emotions. Smut +18, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), a lot of begging, slight dom!jk, choking, making out, smacking, praising, pet names (doll, good girl, princess, baby, sweetheart, etc.), jk calls reader his good little slut, big dick!jk, mentions of belly bulge (very brief), doggy, missionary, jk begging a little bit towards the end. Let me know if Iâm missing anything.
A/N: itâs finally here, the part 2 of shut up and drive, it took me some time to finally get it done, but Iâm happy with the results. Also it was initially intended to be max 5k but I got a bit carried away and ended up being this super lengthy one shot so I apologize in advance. Anyway, enjoy your reading!
part 1 | masterlist
Most people experience a variety of emotions throughout their lives; happiness, sadness, anger. You can find happiness in the simple things in life, like buying your favorite food, your favorite drink, or when you go out with your friends. Sadness usually comes along when something bad happens, like losing a loved one or missing an important moment. Anger is presented in the form of violence most of the time, but it can also be delivered through words; hurting just as much as any punch would. Nonetheless, thereâs also another emotion that has a huge impact on people, one that can conquer your body in the most unexpected moments.
Fear.
Usually defined as an unpleasant feeling that installs itself in the deepest part of our hearts and souls; fear is that one emotion capable of paralyzing people when faced with dangerous situations. Regardless of it being an abstract concept, like any other feeling, anyone at any point in their life has experienced that same emotion.
It is fear that you feel when you notice a stranger following you at night; it is fear that you feel when encountered with a wild animal. It is fear that goes through your body when someone tells you they have bad news.
And it was that same emotion that you felt when your brother verbalized the one thing you were trying to avoid.
âHow long have you been fucking my best friend behind my back?â
It felt like your heart dropped to your stomach the moment that question flew out of Taehyungâs mouth. Nothing would have ever prepared you for it; for the inevitable confrontation you oh so much wanted to avoid.
But life can be funny sometimes, and it would put you through situations that would cause you an unbearable amount of anxiety and fear.
âYouâre not gonna say anything?â His voice was the perfect example of exhaustion and disappointment; two emotions you didnât want your brother to experience.
It took you exactly ninety-eight seconds to regain your ability to speak, only to scramble to find a poor excuse that would get you out of the mess you got yourself into.
âI donât⊠um, I donât really know whatââ
âYou donât know what Iâm talking about?â Taehyung cut you off. âIs that what you were going to say?â
The words were caught in your throat, making it impossible to give him the answer he was expecting. But then again, would you be able to respond wisely if given the chance to speak properly?
âIâm sorry.â
The answer to that question would be no; you were not capable of forming a valid argument that would make your brother dislike you any less in that precise moment.
âYou know, I thought you would finally be honest.â Your brother sighed, shaking his head in disappointment, âI guess I was wrong.â
No man will ever be worthy of messing things up with Taehyung; a mental statement that you prayed would be proven right, but ultimately it seemed like you were the rightful culprit of a crime you didnât realize you committed.
âTae, listenâŠâ You began saying, but your brother was not ready to hear whatever you had to say.
âYou wanna know whatâs funny?â He asked rhetorically. âIâm not even mad that you guys are together or whatever.â Taehyung chuckled, humorlessly. âBut you lied to me, and thatâs not something I can take lightly.â
You knew that, and yet you decided to go behind his back to mess around with one of his closest friends. In hindsight, the outcome of your web of lies was fully deserved, however, it was hard to accept the possibility of the rupture of you and your brotherâs bond.
Hoseok and Jimin, on the other hand, could only stand there and watch everything fall little by little. It saddened them, knowing that the messy situation the three of you were involved in would not be easy to deal with, and most likely would end up badly. Trust was broken, and wrong decisions were made. None of them pondered over enough to realize the weight of the actual problem. But alas, thatâs the lesson you were meant to learn.
âGuess loverboy can drive you home tonight, right?â Taehyungâs bitter tone was like a knife digging in your soul. âIâll talk to you guys later.â He turned towards the two other boys, before retrieving his car keys from his jeansâ pocket.
With nothing left to say, Taehyung started his way back to his car.
âTae, wait! Donât be like that.â None the wiser, you tried to reach out and stop him, but someone else got a hold on you before you could.
âLet him be, I think itâs better for everyone if he cools down before you talk to him.â Always the voice of reason, Hoseok intervened at the right time.
It was hard to watch Taehyung walk away, knowing that he would probably let his anger and frustration out the wrong way. It was true that your brother would usually need some time to calm down and come around, just like Hoseok said, however, you also knew that Taehyung could be a bit impulsive and reckless sometimes. His well-being has been put to the test an uncountable amount of times, and more often than not anger would cloud his vision and the only thing he would see is red, which would cause a much bigger problem than him just being upset.
Truth be told, there was not much to do. It was either making the situation a whole lot worse by pushing your brother to his breaking point, or waiting until his anger and frustration had subsided. The latter seemed to be a better option, and so it was decided that you would let it go for the time being.
It couldnât be that bad, right?
âY/nâŠâ a familiar voice rang through your ears, making you snap out of your thoughts. âCan weâ?â
âTake me home.â You interrupted Jungkook harshly.
Maybe it was the way he was acting so cautiously; or perhaps it was the fact that he didnât even attempt to explain what was really happening to Taehyung, but the idea of being near Jeon Jungkook for a second longer irritated you beyond belief.
âWhat?â He seemed to be taken aback, âI mean, yes, Iâll take you home, but first I wantedââ
âI donât wanna hear it, just take me home.â
The hurt look in his eyes almost made you apologize, but the moment of weakness was short-lived; the frustration and worry you were feeling at that moment were enough to blind you, preventing you from seeing how your cold attitude was affecting him.
âHoseokâŠâ You started saying, âYou coming with us?â
The brown haired man shook his head, sporting a soft grin on his face to break a little bit of the tension surrounding you.
âDonât worry about me, Jiminâs gonna give me a ride home.â
Looking to his right you found the blond guy nodding his head, confirming that he would take care of Hoseok.
âAlright then.â
You started your way towards Jeonâs car, not really waiting for him; the sooner you got out of there the better. That place was starting to become a horrific nightmare the more you stayed there anyway, and it wasnât really worth it to wait a second longer.
Jungkook was right behind you, like a silent follower, not uttering a single word due to the fear of being ignored. And somehow he was right about protecting his heart from your cold demeanor, for it was your silence he would get if he had started a conversation in the most inconvenient of times.
But how can you blame him? Had you been in his shoes, conquered by fear of losing the person who makes you feel more alive, along with your best friend, at the same time, you would be scared of saying and doing the wrong thing too. The only difference is that Jungkook wanted to fix things up for the first time. He wanted to redeem himself and be the bigger person for once; changing his usual I-donât-give-a-fuck attitude and not ignoring his responsibilities. Because as much as he didnât want to admit it, he was just as guilty as you were, and it was time for him to be held accountable for his own actions and decisions.
Nonetheless, there was still that emotion that would prevent him from initiating a conversation that was already set to happen. Fear was, for lack of better words, fucking him up, just like it did you moments ago.
You could feel his burning stare at every red light you were encountered with, yet you refused to look his way, not giving him the satisfaction of staring at his doe eyes that would lure you into giving him the chance to explain himself. That, however, didnât prevent him from finally gathering the courage to speak.
âI still wanna talk to you about tonight.â Eight words uttered with fear; a sentence verbalized with the utmost caution, only to fall on deaf ears. âI know youâre not in the mood to have a conversation right now, and youâre most likely mad at me, but I just want you to know that Iâm sorry it happened this way.â A sigh escaped his lips, leaving him with a heavy weight on his chest, not fully finding the right words to say. âThings went wrong, that much I know, but neither of us had a way of knowing all of this would go down tonight.â
A humorless chuckle abandoned your mouth, cutting Jungkookâs speech off.
âAn apology is not enough to fix all of this, Jungkook.â You started saying. âTaehyung must hate me right now. And for what? Me fooling around with his friend when I shouldâve kept my distance.â
Anger, sadness and regret can be demonstrated with a variety of physical acts, but all those emotions can be also delivered through words, hurting as much, hurting even more. Like a knife digging in the soft material of a pillow, your response cut deep in Jungkookâs heart.
An interesting reaction, taking into account that the boy has never, not even once, shown an ounce of weakness around you. It is true that he was softer than most guys when he was with the people he trusted and loved, but there was a slight switch in his attitude when it came down to you. Was it infatuation? Was it stupidity? Jungkook wasnât sure, but he knew well enough that the things you were saying stung more than they should.
âYou say that as if you regretted everything that happened between us.â He dared to speak once again, after pondering what his response should be.
âMaybe I do.â
Why does it hurt so much the words that were flying out of your mouth? Why was the situation affecting him in ways that it shouldnât?
âMaybe I regret everything, maybe I wish nothing ever happened between us.â You didnât actually mean it, but people tend to say things that hurt others when theyâre angry. âIt doesnât matter if I do, though, you knew this shit wasnât even worth fighting for.â
Jungkook stopped the car abruptly, ignoring the honking of the van behind you.
âNot worth fighting for?â He repeated, clearly offended. âAre you hearing yourself? Youâre acting as if all of this was just my faultâ
âI know it wasnât all on you, I played my part too, but why does it matter so much to you all of a sudden?â You inquired with a venomous tone. âYou were the one who said this wasnât anything serious to begin with. You told me not to get my hopes up because we were just friends who happen to fuck all the time.â
That conversation was engraved on your brain, memorized to the very end. It hurt to repeat the words Jeon said to you, it hurt to remember every single detail of that night, but it was time to accept that neither of you were meant for the other.
He wasnât yours to take, he wasnât yours to keep.
And yet you wished that at the end things could be different.
âSo it was all meaningless to you?â Jungkook demanded an answer of you.
His heart was beating fast, his hands were starting to sweat and there was a frown falling upon his eyebrows, making him look sort of adorable. For you at least, Jungkook has always been like a big puppy in search of attention, seeking for peopleâs affection and love when he couldnât even love himself enough to commit to someone. He was an interesting guy, that much you could admit, but it wasnât enough to go through the hassle of giving it a try to an already nonexistent relationship.
âYou just wanna end things like this?â Jungkookâs mind was going crazy, he couldnât comprehend how you could act so nonchalant and heartless about it. âI just⊠I canât just let youââ
âThereâs nothing to end.â You cut him off. âYou canât end something that never started.â
Like cold snow falling upon his face in a swift motion; like a hundred knives digging in his soul and ripping his heart out; like the most saddening ballad cutting deep in someoneâs mind to bring back the memories of a past lover.
It all hurt the same, it all happened as fast. It all was just equally awakening.
âIs that what you want?â
Jungkookâs dead voice wounded you just a little, but it wasnât enough to stop your answer.
âYes, thatâs what I want.â You confirmed.
Without wasting any other second, Jeon started the car again, letting out a heavy sigh while maintaining a hard grip on the wheel.
And for better or for worse, not a single word was uttered the rest of the ride to your house; representing the finish line of a race that never even started.
Seven days, four hours, twenty minutes and thirty-two seconds. Thatâs how long it has been since the last time you heard the voice of your brother, or even knew anything about him, for that matter. Seven days since you last saw him; seven days since one of your biggest fears came true; seven days since Taehyung looked at you right in the face with an expression full of discomfort and disappointment, one that he has never shown until now. Seven days since Jungkook tried to talk you out of ending things with him.
Seven days have passed and not much has changed, besides the fact that you have felt lonelier than before. The monotonous routine of attending lectures, studying, going to work and then coming back home alone was damaging your mental health and your stability was starting to decay. Sadly, you didnât have anyone else to blame but yourself. It was a hard pill to swallow, but in the end it was all the consequences of your impulsive actions.
Had you thought about everything more thoroughly, the outcome would have been way different. No one would have felt betrayed, because you wouldnât have had the need to hide anything from anyone to begin with. No one would have gone home feeling broken or with a heavy weight on their shoulders.
A lot of things would have been different, but rather than dwelling on the matters that have already happened, you decided to keep your mind at bay.
Work and school kept you occupied, but it didnât relieve the pain that was poisoning your weak heart whenever you received a message or a call from someone who wasnât Taehyung. His two friends kept you updated about how he was doing, but it wasnât enough for you; you needed to hear it from the guy himself. Which seemed to be a task rather difficult due to the current situation.
Jungkook tried to reach out to you a few times after that night, but on the fourth day of calling and texting you nonstop, he finally let go of the idea of fixing things up, with one final text where he poured his full heart, just for you. If Jeon had been any more honest at some other point in his life, he didnât acknowledge it. For him that long text was his truest self, his bare feelings abandoning his body with the hope of reaching you on time. Nonetheless, you two were living in different realities, it seems. You didnât even dare to read the message, opting to block him and ignore how unhealthy and wrong it was to act that way.
It was unfair of you to treat him so poorly, but your pride stopped you from seeing the bigger picture. You were at fault, in the same way that Jungkook was; both of you took the decision to intertwine your bodies that one night, and both of you decided to maintain the secret encounters. It was a crime committed by two bodies, but that sadly left three broken hearts behind. Two at fault and one caught in the crossfire.
Youâve caught yourself wishing you wouldâve done things differently; no secrets, no betrayal. No guilt, no fear. However, it was that same predicament that led you to meeting Jungkook, and as much as you didnât want to admit it, you were grateful for that. Behind his fuckboy persona there was a kindhearted guy that not everyone knew, but that you wish could be yours; Jeon was, for lack of better words, the type of guy that any girl would love to have as a partner, but alas you wouldnât be the one to experience it.
And that cold and saddening truth was what prevented you from ignoring your pride and reaching out to him.
âY/nâŠâ a distant voice called your name. âY/n!â
Looking up from your long-forgotten class review, you stared at one of your closest friends, Eunbi. She was a 5â6, black-haired girl, with the personality of a fifty-year-old woman trapped in the body of a twenty-three-year-old girl. In better words, she was your best friend. You met her during orientation and you two hit it off right away; have been inseparable ever since.
âIâve been calling you for a solid minute.â She chuckled lightly. âYou okay there?â
You sighed, taking off your glasses to rub your eyes. An annoyed groan wanted to leave your mouth, but you were quick to suppress it before making any unwanted noise while being at the library.
âYeah, Iâm fine, just tired I guess.â
Eunbi looked like she knew you werenât completely honest, however, she didnât push any longer for an answer and you were grateful for that. You werenât in the mood to explain the whole disaster you were into with your brother and his best friend.
âWanna stop here and go grab some coffee? Iâm kinda tired too.â
You wanted to decline and keep studying, but truth be told, if you kept up the act of trying to busy your mind with anything to keep it away from the topic you didnât want to speak about, it would damage you more than it already has. So the distraction was greatly appreciated and a decision was rapidly made.
âYeah, I could use some caffeine.â
Both of you abandoned your comfortable seats at the library, gathering your belongings to start your way out to the nearest coffee shop. The breeze caressed your skin with its refreshing wind; there has been a sudden change in the weather that has put the barely tolerable heat on pause. The gray clouds were adorning the sky, which in result made you curse under your breath for not having an umbrella with you.
âSeems like itâs going to rain.â Eunbi lamented, for she didnât bring anything to protect herself from the water either. âWe better hurry to get there before it starts.â
Your gaze moved slowly down from the gloomy sky, observing your surroundings with a deep sigh trapped in your throat. The saddening weather didnât help you to cheer up, but maybe the tall guy waiting for you a few feet away would.
It took you a few seconds to realize that it was your brother who was waving at you while leaning on the hood of his car. Taehyung seemed relaxed and nonchalant, clearly not aware of the immense joy that he had brought upon you by just being there, due to finally seeing him after so long.
âTae?â A small whisper fell from your lips. âEunbi, can we raincheck? I um⊠My brotherâs here.â You looked over your friend on the side, while smiling apologetically at her.
âOf course, donât worry about me. We can have that coffee another day.â A soft smile was all you received after that, while your friend made her way home.
Uncertainty was quickly taking its place in your chest, making it a bit difficult for you to be calm and collected. There was a weird feeling making your fingers tingle, while your skin got coated with goosebumps; one that you rapidly disclosed as fear.
You feared the reason your brother was at your university. You feared the inevitable conversation you most likely will have with him, but above all, you feared the outcome of said conversation, scared it might break you more than the whole situation already has.
Your heart was pounding rapidly against your chest while you were, albeit reluctantly, walking towards Taehyung. His soft grin didnât mirror your awkward grimace, already creating a tense atmosphere between you two.
âWhat⊠What are you doing here?â Your question came out rather strongly, in comparison to how nervous you were. âArenât you supposed to be working?â
Taehyung nodded, looking down at his feet for a brief second.
âAm I not allowed to come see my little sister?â
No, when you havenât contacted her in a whole week, youâre not.
âI guess so.â You finally answered, opting to take the easy route and avoid arguing at all costs.
âGet in, I donât want you getting sick because of the weather.â
A simple sentence that held a lot of meaning behind. Not only was it the fact that Taehyung finally had the courage to present himself in front of you, but he also continued to care for you, even when the prospect of the bond shared between the two being more than broken by now was a possibility he strongly believed in.
Regardless of the initial surprise that painted your face and that invaded your heart, you followed his words and entered the car, tossing your things into the backseat. The ride to your house was filled with an awkward silence, neither of you daring to talk due to not knowing what to say to make things better. Your brother would often sigh and look at you, only to give you a tight-lipped smile and continue driving.
It was safe to say that things were far from being like they used to be, at least for now. It had never been a problem to start and maintain a conversation with the older guy sitting next to you, but it seems like now it was a complete torture for the both of you to be in and share the same space.
A pang of guilt struck your chest for the awkward situation you were found in. A little voice at the back of your head telling you that it was all your fault, and that you should do something quickly to fix it up.
The truth was that you, once again, didnât know how. It was uncharted territory, not even once in your life had you been in a predicament such as the one you were currently living. It was safe to say that you didnât know what to do.
Despite being clueless and frustrated, you finally found the courage to form a coherent sentence to break the uncomfortable silence. And it was with a shaky hand fisting your skirt and trembling lips that you finally spoke.
âSo⊠Itâs not like Iâm complaining or anything, but why exactly did you come to pick me up?â You inquired, staring right at him âYouâve never done that before.â
Truth be told, Taehyung didnât think this through, he didnât even imagine he would get this far; the only thing he knew for sure was that he didnât like the current situation. It was already hard to digest the news of you and his best friend being somewhat together âat least from his perspective thatâs what it wasâ, to add the burden of not being on good terms with you to the pile of concerns that Taehyung had.
On top of that, he felt guilty. Guilty for being so hard on you, guilty for not letting you explain yourself, guilty for not caring enough about you and Jungkookâs feelings before shutting both of you out. But then again, it was a normal reaction, one that was expected from him.
It was due to that that Taehyung decided it was finally time to talk with you and sort everything out, the only thing he didnât foresee was how awkward and hard it would be to communicate with you after a week.
âWellâŠâ He drifted off, stopping at a red light. âWe need to talk⊠But I think itâs better if we do that once weâre at your place.â
It was decided, and silence had, once again, conquered the space inside Taehyungâs expensive car. You didnât bother to try to break it this time, opting to save all your energy for the, most probably, draining conversation that you and your brother would have in a matter of minutes.
The moment you saw your building becoming nearer and nearer you let out a sigh of relief. Being trapped in such a small space with such high and thick tension engulfing both of you was making you feel upset. You were thankful for the fresh air gracing your face once you stepped out of Taehyungâs car, however, your joy was short-lived due to the cold droplets of water falling rapidly from the sky.
âHurry up inside.â
Both of you made your way quickly towards the entrance, not sparing a second glance to your landlord at the door, but rather walking straight into the elevator.
Once you were in the warm insides of your apartment, you finally let your shoulders slump, while a tired groan abandoned your lips. Taehyung followed suit, taking his shoes off at the door and walking towards your living room.
âMake yourself at home, Iâll go change.â You shared before going into your room.
Comfortable clothes, thatâs what you were seeking for. If a disaster was bound to go down, at least you would be wearing your soft pair of pajama shorts and that one shirt you stole from Jimin when you were over at his and your brotherâs apartment.
It was a matter of a few minutes before you encountered Taehyung once again. His eyes were locked on his phone screen, looking rather entertained by whatever he was watching.
âIâm back.â You informed him, while taking a seat next to him. âDo you⊠perhaps wanna talk now?â
Hesitance and curiosity were invading your mind and soul at the moment, making you feel uneasy. You shouldnât be so aggravated or feel so anxious, it was your brother sitting beside you, not a stranger. But then again, you werenât prepared for the conversation, and instead of taking things easy, you were overthinking every single thing about it.
âI donât really know how to start this.â Taehyung avoided looking at you, which in result caused you to feel hurt. âI wanna say a lot of things but I donât think I have enough words to express them.â He chuckled lightly, fidgeting with his fingers while looking right into his lap. âIâm gonna start with the obvious. I was mad, that night at the race, I got really upset. I donât know what pushed you to make the decision of hiding such a thing from me, but it really hurt Y/n.â
You knew that already. You knew that you fucked up and that it affected Taehyung more than he would like to admit, but it was the path you chose, the only thing left to do was walk through it and accept all the consequences.
âThere was no need, you know?â It was then that he looked at you. âLike I told you that night, I wasnât upset about you two being together and I never would. What you do with your love life or who you decide to be with is none of my business. I canât stop you from liking someone, even if that someone is my best friend.â Taehyung let out a sigh, searching for the right words to say. âI got mad because you lied to me. I donât like when you do that or hide things from me, it makes me feel as if you donât trust me. And I really donât want to think thatâs the case.â
âItâs not!â You were quick to say, already fearing he would get the wrong idea. âI swear I trust you, you are the only person I actually confide the majority of my life to.â You sighed, feeling a heavy weight on your chest. âIâm sorry I made you feel that way.â
âI think itâs partially my fault. Maybe I havenât been doing a good job at being a trustworthy brother.â
You wanted to say no, to make him stop thinking that way about himself, but he didnât give you the time.
âWhat I want to say is⊠I might have been mad at you, at Jungkook and at the whole situation, but Iâm also sorry for how I reacted.â Taehyung finally let out the words that were bugging him ever since that night. âIâm sorry I shut you out completely for this long, and Iâm sorry for not talking things through sooner. I canât control the decisions you make, and most importantly I shouldnât be upset about the guys you get involved with. I justâŠâ Taehyung drifted off. âI was just worried about you getting hurt that I didnât notice the big mistake I made. I didnât take into account your feelings and how my words would hurt you and for that Iâm so fucking sorry.â
Seven days, five hours and fifteen minutes. Thatâs how long it took to finally hear your brotherâs voice again. Thatâs how long it took to finally sort things out. Thatâs how long it took Taehyung to say those awaited words.
Seven days passed, and not even once you stopped thinking about what would happen if you were to have the opportunity to explain everything.
Until now.
âTaehyung,â You whispered, âyou donât need to apologize, I should be the one apologizing. It was so fucked up of me going behind your back and messing around with Jungkook.â You sighed. âI didnât think things through and it almost cost me your trust and love, and for that you have no idea how sorry I am.â
Taehyung smiled softly at you, reaching out to squeeze your hand.
âDonât be so hard on yourself.â He said.
âIâm not, Iâm just being honest.â You lightly argued. âStill, Iâm sorry for lying to you, for hiding things from you, for⊠For messing around with your best friend. You didnât deserve any of it.â A tight-lipped grin was sent his way. âI promise I wonât do anything like that again, I value our bond more than any quick fuck.â
Taehyung hissed, retrieving his hand from yours.
âWhen you say it like that it sounds weird.â
You chuckled, poking his side in a playful manner.
âHey, Iâm trying to be serious here, donât ruin the moment.â You complained.
âIâm sorry, but itâs weird listening to my little sister saying she had a quick⊠well, that.â He grimaced, shaking his head to prevent himself from getting any unwanted mental image of it.
âItâs not like you donât do it.â You scoffed, feeling suddenly defensive. âBut thatâs not the point of this conversation. What I really wanna know is⊠Are we good? Do you forgive me?â
Taehyung smiled at you sweetly, âOnly if you forgive me too.â
It was a no brainer. You would do anything to go back to normality, to have your brother in the same way you have always had him. To not be scared of saying or doing the wrong thing; to finally be free of lies and secrets.
âI do.â You responded cheerfully.
You found yourself wrapping your arms around his torso, while resting your head on his shoulder. One of Taehyungâs hands came up to caress your hair, sweetly, while the other was softly patting your back. You were finally where you neededâ wanted to be, and somehow it still felt weird.
There was a feeling of something missing, like a part of you was still holding onto an invisible string, tying you to someone whom you werenât ready to face just yet. It didnât take much to figure out why you were feeling that way, but it only served to leave you with more doubts and confusion.
Why was your heart calling his name? Why was your soul hurting for him? Why was your mind thinking of him?
All those questions were left unanswered, although you already knew the reason. The line between accepting the hard truth and ignoring your feelings was so thin that you didnât even notice when you crossed it, but you definitely felt it. Like salt rubbed on a fresh wound, your heart ached just as much when the thought of Jungkook finally letting go of you was presented in your mind. Thatâs mostly why your heart, mind and soul were so desperately seeking his presence.
Maybe thatâs even why you would tear up at night while staring at your phone. Waiting for a text, for a call, for anything that would let you know that even in some twisted reality, Jeon Jungkook felt the same for you.
âYouf shouf call hif.â
Eunbi was stuffing her face with a fresh baked bagel, not really minding how little you could understand about what she was saying, due to her full mouth.
âCould you please swallow your food before speaking? I canât understand you.â A grimace took place on your face, while watching your friend enjoy her food.
You werenât against Eunbi being so openly in love with whatever she was eating, but there was a limit for your patience when it came to eating etiquette.
âI saidâŠâ She finally swallowed the bite she took. âYou should call him.â
A confused look was sent her way, while you took a sip of your iced coffee.
âWhom?â You asked, looking at her quizzically. âBe more specific, I just told you about whatâs been going on in my life and I mentioned a lot of people.â
It took some convincing but Eunbi finally got all the gossip out of you. It was weird at first, to confess to someone else rather than to the people involved in the problem about everything that happened, let alone about your painfully obvious feelings. Because, although you werenât ready to openly admit it yet, Eunbi didnât need to know much to understand what was really happening in that complicated heart of yours.
âYour brotherâs friend.â She answered after taking a sip of her drink. âThat guy, Joncook.â
âJungkook.â You corrected her with an annoyed sigh. Whether she has been purposely pronouncing his name wrong or she seriously couldnât remember it, you didnât know. âI already told you his name is Jungkook.â
âPotato, potahto.â Eunbi shrugged, cleaning her mouth after finishing her food. âPoint stands. Call him.â
âWhy would I? Didnât you listen to anything I just said?â You asked thoroughly confused, âClearly heâs not into me, otherwise he wouldnât have said that it was a no strings attached type of thing.â
Eunbi wanted to hit you in the head to knock some sense into you. It was obvious, not only to her but to anyone who came across you two during those months of secret encounters. Jungkook, the rebellious and cold hearted man that anyone deemed as the raunchiest fuckboy, but that surprisingly most people would be willing to fuck. Thatâs who Jungkook was, but for Eunbi, for his friends and even for your own brother, Jeon was just a guy afraid to show his real feelings for you.
Almost too sickeningly cute, with his doe eyes and dumb smile, ready to go to the ends of the Earth to make you laugh or at least get a grin out of you. It was so painfully obvious to anyone but you how badly in love he was. It wasnât infatuation, although at first it was a huge possibility; it wasnât a simple crush despiste starting as one. It went beyond that, beyond the weak barriers of taking a liking of his best friendâs sister. It was more than just saying that he thought you were attractive, although he clearly thought that.
Jeon Jungkook had it bad for you. But how could you be able to see that?
The only face he would ever show you was one full of indifference, overconfidence and nonchalance; adorned with a smug smile and a pair of darkened eyes that warned you with a simple look that pure chaos was about to ensue. However, he did treat you differently than most girls. Jungkook would never get out of his bed at one in the morning just because your friends ditched you at a bar at the very last minute and you were too scared to call an Uber or a taxi.
Heâs never remembered the coffee order of the girls heâs hooked up with, but oddly enough he remembers the exact amount of sugar you like in yours; Jungkook wouldnât even remember their names. But yours? Yours was embroidered on the very front of his brain, not willing to erase it, not willing to forget it. Your order would be the first thing that comes to his mind every time heâs at a coffee shop, and more often than not heâs made the mistake of ordering yours instead of his, only to realize what he did a second too late. Your name was always at the tip of his tongue, risking his opportunity to fuck a random girl he met at a party. All because he almost said your name.
All those things were unmistakable, not easy to be looked over or ignored.
But once again, how could you be able to notice that the man was head over heels for you? When you wouldnât even let your heart accept its own feelings.
âDo I really need to say it?â Eunbi deadpanned, staring at you with an annoyed look. âMy god, Y/n, youâre not usually this dumb!â
âExcuse you?â You look offended, and rightfully so, but you were also ignoring the fact that your friend was just trying to make you see the obvious. âYouâre being mean right now.â
âAnd youâre not being reasonable.â She sighed in exhaustion. âAt least think about it, alright? If what you told me itâs anything to go by, that boy has it bad for you.â
Thinking is all you did, thinking is all you knew; it seemed to be like an easy task, but in hindsight it was way more difficult. It took you two more days to actually come to the conclusion that Eunbi may be right, and for those two days your mind didnât have a peaceful moment to even worry about your upcoming exams. Your brain was completely fried at that point, full with possibilities and theories of what the outcome of finally confronting Jungkook might be.
The first possible outcome was the least feared out of the thousands.
If you were to reach Jungkook through a text, he would not reply. Now, that wasnât really that bad, and in a more down to earth mindset, it would be completely deserved. Your not so reasonable side of your brain reassured you that he would and most likely will reply to any text you send him. Why wouldnât he, after all?
The second possible outcome was one that you didnât want to acknowledge.
If you were to call him, Jungkook would hang up after telling you to fuck off for not reaching out sooner. Seemed fitting and a very Jungkook-thing to do, but still you wished for that scenario to be false.
The last one was the worst among the assumptions swimming through your head. If you were to finally confess your feelings⊠he would reject you.
Rejection as a whole seemed like a terrifying experience. People would often avoid getting to that point, whether it would be them facing rejection or being the culprit of someone elseâs broken heart. You had been on both sides, had gone through both experiences; it wasnât anything you would like to live again. Hence to why you were trying so hard to suppress your feelings.
Poor and weak heart of yours, it didnât choose who you love, but it certainly chose who you hurt. And as it turns out, it wasnât only your brother who got caught in the crossfire.
Ever since you were a kid, flowers made you feel at ease. Their smell, their texture, even their bright colors. Anything about flowers was as relaxing as a day at the beach, at least for you.
You grew to be that one girl completely enamored with nature, and your fascination for flowers was only enhanced once you realized that people would use them as a token of love and appreciation for others. It was romantic, it was pure, it was honest. Gifting flowers to those who you loved and appreciated, to those who you held close to your heart, was such a kind and lovely gesture.
It was the purest act of love you could come across.
The meaning behind every kind of flower was such a wonderful thing to discover. Daisies were often a symbol of happiness and purity; whereas hydrangeas symbolize comfort in times of sorrow, especially at funerals. Orchids often represented beauty and strength, as well as the flowers birds of paradise. Roses, often associated with deep passion and love, had variations in meaning due to their colors; they could represent innocence and purity if they were white, or friendship and warmth if they were yellow.
However, among all those types of flowers, the ones you were holding in your hands at the moment were the hardest ones to carry with you. For no other reason than their meaning.
Striped carnations were often known for representing regret and remorse. They were used to apologize for past actions or mistakes.
It seemed fitting, so you bought the bouquet when you passed by a flower shop on your way to Jungkookâs house.
It took you way too long, but it was after one decisive night in that lonesome room of yours, fighting back the tears while finally reading those soft and beautiful words Jungkook used to pour his heart out, to confess his unmistakable love for you, that you finally made the decision. It was now or never, whatever the outcome of this might be, youâd face it and endure it.
So it was with shaky hands and wobbly legs that you carried yourself to Jeonâs apartment, holding the flowers tightly, afraid that they might disappear if you loosen the grip.
Several seconds passed with you standing outside his door, fearing that if you knocked reality might finally hit you in the face with the bitter truth: Jungkook didnât want you anymore.
âAre you gonna stand there all day, or youâll finally let me get in my house?â
That husky and seductive voice. It was hard to miss and hard to mistake it for anyone elseâs. That particular voice tone has been playing in your head ever since the night everything went down. It was obvious who it belonged to, and the undeniable fact only made your nerves reach a whole new level.
âSee, I wouldnât usually complain about a pretty girl standing outside my door, but I really need to get these bags inside.â Jungkook didnât seem bothered by your presence, and even if he did you would never notice.
Maybe you made the right choice to come and finally talk, or maybe you didnât.
Truth was that as it has been stated many times before, you were very oblivious, so it would be no surprise if you read the room wrong. But then again, he called you pretty, right? Wouldnât that count for something?
âIâ Yes! Fuck, sorry, I didnât know you werenât home.â
First apology of the night; many more to come.
âWould you mind helping me get my keys?â The dark-haired man in front of you turned around, just the right amount to insinuate that you grab the keys from his back pocket. âThe left one.â
Hesitantly, you reached out and dug into his pocket to retrieve the keys and give them to him. There was a light and soft touch when your fingers brushed that sent a slight shiver through your body.
It has been so long since the last time you were this close to Jungkook that you were already forgetting his touch, his smell and the way he could mesmerize you with a single look.
âCome on in.â Jeon led the way inside his house. âGet comfortable while I put this away.â
Jungkook was quick to make his way to the kitchen, getting the groceries out of the bags and setting everything in their respective place. It was hard for you to loosen up and get comfortable in a space that became foreign to you. Had it been any other time, you wouldnât have thought twice before sitting on the couch, or even following him to the kitchen to tell Jungkook about your day while he loaded his fridge with meat and veggies. But now it was different. Now you felt an increasing tension between you two, which made you stand stiff in the middle of his living room, rethinking your decision of finally confronting him.
It was not that you were a coward âmaybe you wereâ but more so the fact that you didnât know how to have a proper and serious conversation with the guy in question. The talk you had with your brother was orchestrated by Taehyung himself, you only chimed in to apologize profusely, which shouldnât have been enough but seemed to be more than sufficient for your brother. However, this time the ball was in your court, you were meant to do the talking while Jungkook was expected to listen attentively or at least pretend he was.
Maybe you shouldâve thought this through before putting your plan into action, but it was too late to back down now, and in all honesty, you werenât sure if you were capable to postpone this conversation any longer.
âI gotta admit, when Taehyung told me you were planning on paying me a visit I didn't believe him.â Jungkookâs voice rang through your ears once again, he walked back from the kitchen, becoming aware of your quizzical look. âOh, he didnât tell you we were back on friendly terms, I see.â He chuckled, beckoning you to sit on the couch with him.
Not only did your brother omit the fact that he was back to being friends with Jungkook, but also he couldnât keep his mouth shut about your plans of finally talking to Jeon, which made you upset by default. You thought that by now secrets and hiding things would have been out of the picture between you and Taehyung, but it looked like it was only you who decided to go down the path of honesty.
âYou two⊠Is everything okay between you and my brother?â It was only fair to ask, although you already knew the answer.
Jungkook nodded, looking away from you.
âHe called me a few days ago to talk, and wellâŠâ He drifted off. âI would say that everythingâs back to normal.â
âThatâs good.â You nodded.
It truly was. It might not seemed like it, but you were equally concerned about their bond being broken as you were about yours with your brother. It would deeply pain you to know that they couldnât continue to be the best of friends after the incident. It sent you a sense of relief that they were on good terms again, at least you didnât have to worry about ruining their friendship anymore.
âAre those for me?â His sudden question made you blink repeatedly. âThe flowers, I mean.â
Looking down at your lap you realized that you were still tightly holding the bouquet of striped carnations.
âOh⊠yes, theyâre for you.â Your hands moved slowly to softly place the bouquet on Jungkookâs palm.
âWhy thank you.â He seemed surprised. âUsually Iâm the one gifting flowers, not the other way around, so this is a first. Although, I donât know if I should feel flattered or concerned that youâre giving meâŠâ Jungkook stopped for a moment to look at the flowers more attentively. âStriped carnations.â
Of course he knew the meaning of the flowers. When has Jungkook not made you feel like a total idiot due to his undeniable intelligence?
âYeah, wellâŠâ You drifted off, not really knowing what to say.
The dark-haired guy let out a soft sigh, while the ghost of a smile took place on his lips.
âWhy are you here, Y/n?â Jungkook asked, silently urging you to answer honestly. âWe both know youâre not here just to deliver these.â
You took a deep breath, avoiding his eyes for a second. In theory, it shouldnât be this hard to answer his question or to start the speech that you have been memorizing all these days, but it was easier said than done. It was as if all the words in the English language had vanished from your brain, and you were left with dumb sounds that wouldnât help your case.
âMaybe I should change my question.â Jungkook placed the flowers on this coffee table, before speaking again. âAre you sure you want to go through this today? Itâs obvious you came here to talk about us, but how I see it, you might not be ready for it yet.â
You shook your head, squirming in your place to find a more comfortable position.
âI wanna do this, I really do.â You assured him. âI just donât know how to start.â
The tattooed man nodded, carefully sliding a bit closer to you.
âMaybe you can start by telling me why you gave me those flowers.â
Jungkook, bless his heart, always knew how to get the best out of you. It was easy for him to get people to talk about things they didnât even know they needed to let out. It almost made you think he had some sort of magic going on that would compel others to be open about their feelings.
âThey⊠They symbolize regret.â You finally answered. âTheyâre usually given when you want to apologize to someone.â
It was certainly easier to explain the meaning than to actually do it, but it must count for something, right?
âMhmm.â He hummed, waiting for you to continue with your explanation. âWhy give them to me then?â
âBecause I want to apologize to you.â There, you finally said it, there was no going back. âIâm sorry, Jungkook.â Taking a deep breath you continued. âIâm sorry about what happened that night, Iâm sorry for the way I treated you afterwards; Iâm sorry for putting all the blame on you when I was just as guilty. Iâm so fucking sorry for the things I did and said.â
You felt like you could finally breathe, like a weight was slowly lifting off your shoulders.
âYou didnât deserve any of that.â Tears were starting to cloud your vision. âI didnât mean it when I said I wished I didnât meet you. It was so stupid of me to say it, getting to know you has been one of the most complicated yet amazing things that have happened to me. And Iâm truly sorry that I wasnât able to show it.â
Jeon reached out to wipe away the tears that were starting to run down your cheeks.
âPlease donât cry.â He begged, almost too quietly.
It pained him how aggravated and distressed you were, right in front of him. Jungkook knew it was only right for you to apologize but it wasnât fair that you were suffering so much when he was at fault too.
âIâm sorry too.â He finally apologized. âI did things wrong, I shouldnât have agreed to hide all of this from Taehyung. I knew we werenât doing the right thing, but I let it slide because it meant I could have you longer.â
Jeon regretted how things went down, but it would be a lie if he said he didnât enjoy his time with you. Jungkook knew that the moment the truth was out, it would only complicate everything for the both of you; not to mention that he was scared that Taehyung would prohibit him from being near you. Jungkook was so weak for you that he couldnât stand the possibility of losing you so easily. And so it was decided that it would be kept as a secret for as long as you two deemed necessary. However, he didnât really think that the outcome would be so painful.
âI just⊠I couldnât bear not being with you. I couldnât let you go.â Jungkook confessed. âIâm sorry. A lot of things wouldâve been different if I did.â
âNo.â You shook your head. âEven if you tried, I wouldnât have let it happen.â You brushed the tears away, trying to keep your composure. âCould you please forgive me? I donât⊠I donât want you to hate meâ
You were silently praying that the answer to your question would be yes. It scared you that he reserved the right to reject you and move on with his life. After all, it wouldnât surprise you if he did, it would be rightfully deserved.
However, Jungkook once again proved to you that he was way different from what you picture him to be.
âI already forgave you, sweet cheeks.â
His smile, oh how much you missed his smile. It was the rainbow you needed to see after a storm. Like a warm blanket during a snowy day. Like the comfort you seeked when everything outside was falling apart.
It was so him, and it almost brought you back to tears when you finally saw it. Shining so bright and pretty on his face.
âAnd Iâm afraid that thereâs nothing you could do to make me hate you.â His hand reached out to cup your cheek, making you lean into his touch. âWould you be willing to forgive me too? I know I hurt you with the things Iâve done, butââ
âYes. I forgive you, Kook.â You smiled at him softly.
âThat means weâre good, right?â
If only it was that easy.
There was one thing that was still bothering you and it was the unmistakable feelings for the boy in front of you. Confessing has always been hard, but when it comes to confessing your feelings to Jeon Jungkook, it was ten times worse.
âActually, thereâs something I still need to talk about.â You approached the matter carefully.
âWhat is it?â Jungkook felt uneasy, he didnât know what else you had to say, but it was making him nervous. As if he knew something bad would happen. âAre you still upset?â
âNo! No, no, itâs not that.â You assured him. âI⊠it might be a dumb question but⊠That text, the one you sent me the last time you tried to reach out to me.â
Why was it so hard to say it?
âDid you mean it, all of it?â
A sigh abandoned Jungkookâs lips, and the hand that was once holding your face, slowly retrieved to fall on his lap.
That was it, he was gonna reject you. That was the thought running through your head. His lack of response set a crack in your heart, making you feel vulnerable, making you feel dumb. It was obvious what his answer was going to be, why did you even have to ask?
âYou read it?â Jungkook finally spoke. âI thought you simply decided to ignore it.â
You sighed, feeling ashamed of your actions.
âI did at first. I mean, I only got to read it as of recent because I⊠might have blocked you.â You cringed after finally confessing what you did. âI know it was childish, trust me, but I was mad at the time and I thought it was for the better.â
Jungkook simply nodded, showing you a reassuring smile.
âSo yes, I read it, and I would be lying if I said it didnât surprise me.â You looked like in his eyes. âThatâs why Iâm asking⊠Did you really mean it?â
The words adorning your screen late at night while you were reading the long paragraph he sent you were engraved in your brain. It was all memorized at this point. You spent night after night reading every single word while tears were spurting out of your eyes, lamenting that you didnât open his message sooner.
I would never forgive me for the pain Iâve caused you.
Iâm sorry for being a coward and not saying this to your face.
You already knew how sorry he was, not only because he apologized only a few seconds ago, but Jungkook also poured his heart and soul into that message, letting you know how deeply sorry he felt for what he put you through.
This is me being honest, this is me being true to myself.
The confession was the hardest part to read, but it was equally shocking and relieving to know thatâŠ
I wish I could say this to you, face to face.
He indeedâŠ
But I canât hide it any longer.
Felt the sameâŠ
I love you, Y/n.
For you.
âI did. I meant it, with my whole heart.â Jungkook smiled at you, sweetly, delicately, lovingly. He wanted to express his love for you in any way he could, in every gesture, every word, every smile. âI donât know if I might regret this later or not, but what I know is that I donât want to act as if I werenât so madly in love with you.â
His answer drew a gasp out of you. It was one thing reading his confession and getting to know his real feelings for you, but listening to him say it out loud was a new, different experience.
Jungkook looked at you as if you held the world in the palm of your hands, as if you were the remedy for his pain; as if you were the only person worth fighting for. And maybe you were. Heâs never felt any sort of feeling that could come close to the emotions he has experienced and continues to experience with you. His heart has never beaten so hard to the point of feeling as if it were to escape from his chest. It only felt like that when he was around you.
You were the reason for Jungkook's many sleepless nights, when Jeon could only think of every little detail about you that he loved so much. Your laugh, your smile, the way a frown would be adorning your face when you try to concentrate, or how adorable you look while playing with any pet you come across.
It was so hard for him to get you out of his mind; so difficult to erase the feeling of your skin burning against his, of your lips traveling all around his body to leave marks that he prayed would last a lifetime, because maybe that way, at least a part of you would stay within himself.
âI know you might not feel the same.â His husky voice echoed through the walls of his living room after a moment of silence. âAnd I didnât say all those things in hopes you would reciprocate my feelings. I just couldnât keep hiding it anymore.â
His words were running through your mind, as a distant noise. You wanted to say a lot of things, to scream from the top of your lungs that you loved him just as much, or maybe even more than he did you. But your brain and mouth werenât connected, as it seems, because instead of putting an end to both of your sufferings, you opted to ask him:
âHow long have you felt this way?â
Jungkook sighed, reminiscing about all the moments where he felt like falling in love with you. There werenât that many, in all honesty, but every single one of them felt like the loveliest of dreams.
âIâm not entirely sure.â He confessed. âMaybe it was when I first met you and you were so nervous around me that you even tripped over your feet and fell onto me.â A smile was slowly appearing on his face, âOr perhaps it was when I picked you up from your friends house that one night. You were absolutely hammered and babbling about one of your friends doing a backflip while drinking a shot.â
âI was a complete mess that time.â
It was embarrassing to remember that night. You drank and ate so much that you ended up emptying your stomach the moment you walked in your house. The majority of it was a blur, but despite your clouded memory you could still remember the silly things you were saying to Jungkook.
It also happened to be the first time you almost confessed your feelings for him.
âYou say that, but back then I thought that you were the most beautiful girl Iâve ever seen, with that green dress and your rosy cheeks.â Jungkook reached out to caress your face with his thumb. âThe way you smiled at me that night⊠it was so hard for me not to kiss you until I lost breath.â
His words felt like a warm hug to your heart. Love is always a nightmare when you fall alone, and for so long you felt like it was only you who felt the chemistry between the two.
âTruth is, that I donât know when or how I fell for you, it just naturally happened.â He smiled at you, cupping your cheek once again. âAnd I think itâs your fault I fell this hard.â Before you could protest, he continued. âHow could I not develop feelings when youâre such a lovable person, Y/n. So caring, kind and beautiful through and through. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life and call you theirs.â
âDo it then.â A clear and determined glint was adorning your eyes. âHave me and call me yours.â
Your bold request surprised both of you. Jungkook wasnât expecting you to say such a thing, let alone that you would indirectly confess that you wanted him in the same way he did you.
âWhatâd you say?â
âIf youâre willing to have me, I want to be yours.â The anticipation was killing you, making all your senses be on the lookout for any sign of discomfort on Jungkookâs face. âI like you, Kook, and I mean it with my whole heart.â
Jeon couldnât believe what he was hearing. He had already accepted the fact that you didnât reciprocate his feelings. A one sided, unrequited love was all he got, but perhaps life finally decided to give me a breather and let him have the ounce of happiness that the boy desperately craved all along.
âYou mean⊠you feel the same?â He asked carefully, waiting for your answer impatiently. âYou loâ, no, you like me too?â
With a soft nod and a bright smile, you answered: âI do. I do like you, and I do love you, Jungkook.â
The words felt foreign coming from your mouth, as if you never imagined yourself proclaiming your love for the boy on countless nights. Reality, however, was way better than any hypothetical scenario where Jungkook would run to you to say it was mutual.
You could see the exact moment when your words finally made sense in his head, when he finally realized that this was not a dream and that you, in fact, felt the same for him.
âYou better not be joking.â Jeon teased, still being a bit apprehensive that you might laugh at his face as part of some twisted prank to break his heart. âThis is⊠not how I imagined this would go.â
âMe neither, but I can promise you that Iâm being as serious and honest as I can be.â
âI believe you.â
And he really did; deep down Jungkook knew that even if life would want to turn on him and watch him suffer, you would never play a part in that. Your words felt sincere, despite the hesitation in your voice and your fidgeting fingers.
Jungkook was sure that he could lay his heart in your hands, and let you take it away to make it yours, and he would never have to worry of you hurting it.
âNow, does that mean weâre good, right?â He asked once again, with a bright grin on his face.
âYes, weâre good now.â You giggled, sliding closer to him.
âSo, can I kiss you now?â
You stopped in your tracks, with your wide-eyed gaze and tingling fingers, ready to feel his skin on yours.
It has been a long time since the last kiss you two shared, you would be lying if you said you werenât needy for his kisses or his touch, and so, without a second thought you leaned in, stopping just a few inches from his face.
âDo it.â
Jungkook didnât need more than that. Your words were enough to make him lose his composure and crash his lips against yours.
A warm sensation spread all around your body, filling you with ecstasy and the serotonin you much needed, also luring you to take more and more of him. Your hands started a slow trip up his torso to finally wrap around his neck and pull him closer than before.
Jungkook was holding you with such delicacy, as if he were scared that you would break. It felt like a lifetime since the last time he had you like this and the boy was afraid he would do something that could ruin the moment. Days and days Jeon spent replaying in his head those moments full of passion and need that you two loved to share; the times where he would have you in his arms, silently claiming you as his, while his lips traveled across your skin to paint your flesh with hues of red and purple. Back then, Jungkook could only hope that said marks would fade slowly, letting him enjoy the way your body had proof that the only man able to take all your inhibitions and make you reach the sky was no other than himself.
Now, feeling you like this, touching you like this, without the fear of someone seeing you and starting rumors, without the worry of hiding from your brother, and with the clear understanding that both of you feel the same for the other, Jungkook could finally enjoy the moment to the fullest. His warm hands engulfing you in his tender touch distracted you from his desperate lips running up and down your neck, and from his teeth sinking into your flesh.
A moan escaped from your mouth, parting your lips while a rush of heat conquered every inch of your skin. It was becoming difficult to keep the moment nice and romantic, without turning it into a hot mess of kisses and inappropriate touching.
âI love you, Y/n.â Jungkook whispered into your ear, before pulling slightly away to look right into your eyes. âI really do.â
His soft gaze ignited a bubbling feeling at the pit of your stomach, making you want to stay like this forever, just staring at each other with tender smiles. But a part of you knew it wouldnât be enough, you wanted more, craved more, so it was no surprise when you pushed Jungkook to rest on the back of the couch while you moved to straddle him.
âShow me.â You asked. âShow me how much you love me.â
A sly smirk took place on Jungkookâs face, while his hands acted automatically to be placed on your hips and hold you down on his lap.
âIâm not sure you can handle it.â He teased. âThat you can handle me.â
The tattooed man was looking for a challenge, to start a play of who can handle more before they get so desperate that clothes start to fly out all around the house.
âTry me, then.â You argued back. âI promise you, youâll be surprised to find out how much of you I can handle.â
A scoff passed his lips while his hands tightened the grip on your hips.
âYou sure you want this night to go like this? Donât you prefer we take this slower?â Even if there was a light mocking tone attached to his voice, concern and worry were also adorning it.
Jungkook was still scared that tonight might be just a dream and that once he closes his eyes you would slip through his fingers to never be found again. He didnât want to make or say the wrong thing, and it worried him that falling into old habits would do the damage he was trying to avoid.
âDo you want to take things slower?â
It was a possibility you never considered, but coming to think of it, maybe it was better to take it easy before rushing to do things you might not be ready to do just yet.
It was a fresh start after all, but maybe that didnât implied fucking on the same night you two finally confessed your feelings for the other.
âI want you, but I donât want to ruin this chance we have now.â His answer warmed your heart, making you smile at him. âI donât want to make old mistakes and make you think Iâm only using you for your body.â
âI know youâre not, at least now I do.â You assured him. âI want you, Jungkook, and I want this with you, but if youâre not ready thatâs completely fine, we donât have to do anything.â
He shook his head, wrapping both of his arms around your waist to hold you close to him.
âI just wanted to make sure you were okay with this.â A kiss was softly placed on your lips, before Jungkook suddenly stood up with you in his arms, carrying you to his bedroom. âBut if weâre gonna do this, letâs do it somewhere comfortable.â
âThe couch was comfortable enough.â You giggled, holding onto him to make sure you didn't fall.
âMaybe, but my girl deserves better than that.â
The last time you were in his room was when Jungkook decided it was a good idea to stay in, instead of going out with your friends. He managed to convince you to stay with him, as he promised you a night full of food, drinks and his head buried in between your thighs.
Back then you didnât care to observe the little details that made Jungkookâs room so him.
His walls were painted with a somber hue of blue, adorned with pictures of him and the rest of his friend group or his family. Your brother appeared in most of the photos, as Jungkook cherished every single moment they have spent together. There was even a picture of him and his dog, Bam, which was currently at his parents house, framed on the nightstand. The rest of the room was as any guyâs room would be; clothes scattered across the floor, that you would often steal from him whenever you were at his place; messy desk with cans of beer and energy drinks, as well as his computer and a pair of headphones; two vapes were also left on the desk, next to a pair of rings and a watch.
The bed was adorned with a single pillow and white sheets. He didnât need much as he lived alone, but anytime you were over Jungkook would try to accommodate his house to make you feel comfortable.
âSorry for the lack of pillows.â He apologized when he put you down on the soft mattress. âI didnât know you were coming over, or I wouldâve gotten the one you like so much.â
âItâs not like weâre gonna use it right now, so weâre good.â You chuckled tugging his shirt to bring him down to you. âNow, please do something, Iâve been waiting for way too long to have you like this again.â
âSo impatient.â He smirked, running his hands up and down your sides. âLet me take my time with you, like you said, itâs been too long.â
Jungkook started a trail of kisses down your neck, while his hands pushed up the fabric of your shirt to knead your hot skin.
âWe need to take this off.â He didnât waste a moment to take your shirt off, admiring your upper body with hungry eyes. âFuck, I missed seeing you like this, baby.â
Jeon didnât give you time to reply before his mouth attacked your lips once again. There was desperation and neediness coursing through both of your bodies and it was palpable how bad you wanted one another, which in result made the two of you act clumsy while getting undressed.
Jungkook struggled to take off your bra and pants but he finally did, leaving you only in your underwear. His hands ran up to fondle your tits, feeling them and tugging at your nipples while his lips were rapidly traveling down to the place where you needed him the most.
âSo fucking perfect, you have no idea how much I wanted to have you like this.â He confessed, placing wet kisses all around your inner thighs.
âJungkookâŠâ You called for him in a breathy voice, while squirming in your place.
The sensations he was sending right to your core were making it impossible for you to stay put.
âPleaseâŠâ You begged.
âPlease, what?â He asked. âWhat do you want, beautiful?â
It was hard for you to talk, especially with his mouth so dangerously close to your soaked cunt, but you managed.
âPlease touch me.â You moaned out, hands traveling down to pull his hair and get him closer to your core.
âIs this not enough?â Jungkook inquired, playfully. He didnât relent, getting out of your grasp to do as he pleased. âDo you need more, baby?â
A nod was all he got, but that wouldnât cut it, not for Jungkook.
âUse your words.â A harsh smack was delivered to one of your thighs, making it jiggle. âCome on, be good and tell me what you want.â
Groaning you rested your weight on your shoulders to look down at him with desperate eyes.
âPlease touch me here.â Your hand moved rapidly to caress your center through your wet underwear. âI need you so bad.â
âThatâs all you had to say, sweetheart.â Jungkook didnât waste a second longer on teasing you, instead he made sure to take off your dripping panties, putting them to the side and forcing your legs to stay wide open. âLook at that, so pretty and wet for me, huh?â He ran his fingers through your folds, smearing your juices all over. âThis is just for me, right baby?â
You nodded vehemently, chasing after his touch.
âYes, only you can get me like this.â
The tattooed guy dipped down, placing a dangerous kiss right under your navel, so close yet so far away from where you needed him the most. A fire was ignited in between your legs, and Jungkook was the perfect remedy for that. His lips traveled down slowly, coming face to face with your dripping cunt. He took his sweet time licking up and down your folds, his wet tongue felt wonderful against your burning flesh, making you elicit the sweetest of sounds just for him.
âFuck, that feels so good.â Moan after moan, your composure and sanity were slowly disappearing, leaving you with an ardent need to grind against his tongue. âFaster, pleaseâŠâ
Your boy couldnât deny any of your wishes, and so his pace quickened in a matter of seconds, running his tongue up and down as fast as he could, only momentarily stopping at your clit to suck on it before continuing with his ministrations. Jungkook was avidly eating you out, enjoying the taste of your juices on his hot tongue and the feeling of your entrance clenching on it whenever he let it slip in. It was like heaven on earth, like a much needed meal he waited for so long. And just like a starved man, Jeon did his best to devour you until there was nothing else from you that he could take.
âDonât stop, Iâm so fucking close!â You could feel his fingers opening your folds to make their way inside your cunt, pumping in and out at a slow pace. âOh my god!â
Your hands were still pulling at his hair, desperately trying to get a good hold on him to bring him closer and closer to you.
âYou taste so freaking good, baby.â Jungkook pulled away to inhale some air before diving in again and smothering his face with your soaking folds. âFuck, best pussy Iâve ever had.â
His nasty words were making your eyes flutter shut, with a stream of curses falling off your lips. It was ridiculous how good he could make you feel with his mouth and his fingers, you always wondered how he knew exactly what to do to make you see the stars. Jungkook was so good at reading your body, even better than you ever could; his touch was delicious, charged with the right amount of passion to throw you over the edge.
âYou getting close, doll? Wanna come on my tongue, hm?â
âYes, please! Iâm so close.â You begged, breathlessly. âI justâ fuck, need it⊠need to cum, please.â
A chuckle vibrated against your cunt, making you shiver. His fingers slipped out of your hole, leaving you empty and needy.
âGo on, pretty, cum for me.â
It was almost automatic; the moment those words left Jungkookâs mouth, the waves of your pending orgasm finally crashed over your body, making your legs shake and leaving your skin coated in goosebumps. Eyes fully shut and mouth widely open, not caring about the obscene sounds coming out of it like a chant. Jeonâs name was repeated over and over like a broken record, just like a fervent believer would pray away their sins, so vehemently, so desperately. His name was attached to your brain, making it the only coherent word leaving your lips.
âThere you go, thatâs my good girl.â He caressed your sides softly. âYou look so beautiful when you cum.â
His praise made your head feel fuzzy and the fire between your legs was fueled once again, ready for another round.
Slowly you opened your eyes, blinking away the tiredness and trying to focus on the boy in front of you. His face became clearer and clearer, providing you with one of his breath-taking smiles.
âYou good there?â Jungkook asked, sweetly, while a tender kiss was placed on your lips. âDâyou wanna take a moment?â
You shook your head, still recovering your ability to speak properly.
âI wannaâŠâ A whisper ran through his ears, prompting him to lean closer. âWant toâŠâ
âWhat do you want, my love?â
My love.
Jungkook has never called you that before, and if you were to be true, it felt fucking amazing to hear him say it.
âYou, I want you.â It was your final answer, looking right up at him with a fierce glare.
Your hands reached out to palm him through his boxers, feeling his hard erection twitch under your touch. The dark-haired boy hissed at the sensation of your fingers wrapping around his cock, while giving it a light squeeze.
âYou donâtâ shit, you donât have to.â Jeon reassured you. âLet me⊠take care of you.â
âBut I want to.â You argued back, slipping your hand inside his underwear. He felt heavy and warm, and so painfully hard that it made you feel bad that he had to stay confined in the small space of his boxers while he ate you out. âLet me taste you, baby.â
You were craving his cock ever since you stepped into his room; the mental image of his dick pumping in and out of your mouth left you salivating, almost whimpering at the thought.
âPlease, I wanna make you feel good too.â
Jungkook closed his eyes for a brief moment, pondering if he should let you have your way or if it was better to turn you around and fuck you into oblivion. He reasoned, at the end, that he could do both. Jeon would let you have your fun for a moment, and afterwards he would completely destroy you with his cock.
âHow can I say no to such a pretty baby?â He grinned at you, getting in a more comfortable position while taking his underwear off. âItâs all yours, sweetheart.â
Scrambling quickly to rest on your hands and knees, you took his cock into one of your palms, slowly stroking him and smearing the drop of saliva you spat onto his dick, to make it easier for you to move your hand.
It was such an amazing sensation, your small hand struggling to wrap around his thick cock, fighting your own urge to pump him dry until he was whimpering and begging. Maybe another time youâll be able to see that side of him, but tonight you were determined to make him cum in your mouth, and so deciding you wouldnât waste a second longer, you took his red head in between your lips, rocking your head slowly to take more and more of his length. Little by little you were able to fit almost all of him inside your throat, choking a little bit when his tip reached a bit too far.
âFuck, that feels amazing, baby. Keep going.â He moaned, looking down at you and the way his dick disappeared inside your mouth with ease. âJust like that, donât you dare stop.â
Your pace increased, ripping moans and groans out of the boy. Your heart swelled with pride for making him sound and act like that; it took you way too long to be in such a position once again that you were fearing you didnât have the same effect on him anymore.
âFaster, doll, I know you can go faster.â His hand weaved through your hair to get a hold on your head and guide your movements. âThatâs right, fuck, your mouth was made only for my cock.â
It truly was, his dick fit almost perfectly and without further complications. The way you were so eager to take him in, without flinching or gagging was truly amazing for the man in front of you. Jungkook was mesmerized by your ability to suck him off until he didnât have much to give.
âShit, stay still for a moment.â He ordered, placing both hands at each side of your head. You did as told, waiting for his next move. âThere you go, I want to fuck this pretty mouth of yours.â
His hips swayed beautifully, thrusting in and out of your throat. His cock was reaching places like never before and brought tears to your eyes due to the effort of keeping your jaw relaxed and opened for him.
âThatâs it, such a good little slut, letting me use you, huh?â He teased, smirking right at you. âYou like it when I use you like this, donât ya?â
It was as clear as day that you did, no need for an answer, yet you tried to nod, which only caused to boost his ego due to how much you struggled to move.
âMhm, I know you do, baby.â His pace increased and so did his moans; it was difficult for the tall guy to be quiet, especially with the delicious feeling of your mouth on his cock.
All of a sudden he pulled away, letting you recover your breath and positioning you to lay back down again.
âAs much as Iâd love to keep fucking your mouth, Iâd rather stuff this pretty pussy with my cum.â Jungkook leaned down to suck on your neck, making sure to leave a mark on a very obvious spot, where everyone would be able to see it.
Feeling like you belonged to someone, like you were a nice piece of jewelry owned by a man like Jungkook, it should have caused you a very different feeling from the one you were experiencing. Your eyes shouldnât be searching for him, impatiently, to see that look of determination in his orbs that would tell you that you belonged to him and him alone. Your hands shouldnât reach out to touch his back, sinking your nails into his flesh just like his teeth did in your skin; a weak attempt to reciprocate the feeling, to make it clear who was the only girl who would make the great Jeon Jungkook so desperate and needy. But they did, and you enjoyed it; you loved the hiss coming from his mouth and the shiver coursing his body. You adored the way his eyes softened for a brief second, while looking right into yours and straight into your heart.
It was like a stroke to your ego, knowing it was you who he craved, who he needed. It was you, and it would continue to be you for a long time.
Jungkook finally pulled away from your neck, standing tall in front of you and guiding himself to slide up and down your folds, coating his cock with your juices. His tip was nudging at your clit every time he went up, making you gasp and shudder.
It was a torture, feeling him so close yet so far from your entrance, the worst part was that he enjoyed getting you like this; Jungkook loved toying with you. And it was so unfair how much the boy could make you crave his touch, but not give it to you.
âJust put it in, for fucks sake.â A frustrated groan abandoned your lips.
You couldnât handle the teasing anymore. However, you didnât think about the consequences of your words and how bad it would end for you for demanding such a thing.
Jungkook stopped all of his movements, slowly drifting his gaze up, to look right into your eyes. His gaze darkened, making you recoil in your place, while your legs started to close in anticipation of his next move.
Jeon moved to get close to your ear and whisper, âIâm gonna let it slide just because Iâm as eager as you to fuck you dumb, but be careful with what you say, princess.â Slowly, he pulled away, to then harshly open your legs and slap your clit with his cock. âTurn around.â He ordered.
It took you a few seconds to register his words in your brain, but finally you did as told, albeit reluctantly, because you wanted to see and feel him from up close while he fucked you into oblivion.
âDonât turn your face.â He caught you trying to look over your shoulder, guiding your head to look right into the pillow.
âBut I wanna see you.â You whined, not fighting him anymore.
âShoulda thought about it, before acting like a brat.â A slap was delivered to your ass cheek, making you flinch and whimper. âAnd be grateful Iâm being nice enough to fuck you, despiste your nasty attitude.â
Jungkook positioned himself with your entrance, anticipating the tight grip of your warm walls.
âIâm sorry.â You apologized quietly, in an attempt to make him relent and change positions.
âToo late for that, baby.â He chuckled while thrusting all the way into your tight cunt, not giving you time to argue any longer. âFuck, this is heaven.â His head lolled back, placing both of his hands at each side of your hips to guide your movements.
âOh my fucking god!â You exclaimed, feeling his veiny cock reach every crook of your insides.
Moans and whimpers were falling from your lips uncontrollably, due to how good Jungkookâs dick felt. He hasnât moved yet since he thrusted in, but the sensation alone of being filled to the brim with his length was enough to make you see stars.
âMo-Move.â You stuttered, trying to bounce back and create the much needed friction. âPlease, move!â
Jungkook could only smirk, enjoying how vulnerable you were at the moment, completely at his mercy. He controlled your body and pleasure perfectly, knowing the spots and touches that would get you shuddering in pure bliss.
âNow you remember your manners, doll?â He grunted, slowly retrieving from inside your pussy, all the way out until your walls could only wrap around the tip. âHow convenient.â
You wanted to argue and clap back, but it was impossible to form a coherent thought while being tortured like that. Jungkook didnât care that he was also stopping himself from feeling the ridiculously amazing sensation of fucking into you, as long as he could teach you a lesson and make you regret your words and actions.
âPlease, please, please.â You cried out, trying to move, but giving up after the tall man stopped you with a harsh smack. âJungkookâŠâ
The way you said his name made the guy feel some type of way, but still not enough to give you exactly what you wanted.
âYou gotta ask me nicely, princess, and I might give it to you.â
He wanted you to ask nicely and ask nicely is what you did; gathering enough strength to softly utter the words, you tried to clear your throat to finally speak.
âPlease, Kook, can you fuck me so good until I forget my name?â Such a sweet tone for such a lewd request. âI need you to fill me up with your cock, please.â
The tattooed guy leaned down, wrapping one of his strong arms around your neck while dipping down to whisper in your ear.
âMmm, you sound so fucking pretty when you beg for me like that.â His gentle lips kissed up and down your jaw. âYou did good, baby. I think you finally deserve it.â
Without previous warning, Jungkook thrusted all the way in again, filling you up to the brim, however, this time he didnât torture you with a slow pace or any sort of teasing. Jeon didnât waste a second longer and commenced to rapidly pound into you, until you could only whine and whimper.
His arm wrapped around your neck was slightly obstaculazing your breathing, but you wouldnât have it any other way. It felt immensely good to be fucked nice and hard while every single inch of Jungkookâs body was engulfing you.
âFuck, you feel amazing, baby.â He moaned. âClenching on my cock, so good.â
His free hand traveled down in between your legs to rub your clit, making you so sensitive and causing even more moans to fall from your lips.
âSh-shit, oh god!â You exclaimed with a trembling voice. âSo big⊠so deep.â
A chuckle rumbled from Jungkookâs chest. He has always loved how dirty you would get for him, speaking nonsense about his size and how good he fucks you. It was truly an ego boost.
âYeah? You like how deep I go, baby?â He panted, due to all the effort he was putting into destroying you with his cock. âYou love when I fuck you like this, donât you?â
You could only nod, it was hard to form a coherent sentence at the moment.
âLook at you,â he laughed. âYou canât even talk.â
You couldnât protest, couldnât even move. The only thing you could do was relax and allow your body to enjoy the way Jungkook was so avidly thrusting into you. Your arms and legs were starting to give up, feeling too tired to keep your body up; you just wanted to lay down.
Jungkook could feel your exhaustion, and so he quickly unwrapped his arm from your neck, to then turn you around and get you in a comfortable position, all of this while still fucking you senseless.
âThere you go, better?â He asked, genuinely concerned about your wellbeing.
âMhm.â You hummed, closing your eyes while your hands fisted the sheets. âDonât stopâŠâ
âWouldnât dream of it.â
Jungkook felt like dying with the way your walks were clenching on him. Your pussy felt heavenly, so warm and so tight only for his cock. He knew he had already ruined you for any other man you could possibly meet in your life ânot like heâs gonna let that happen, anywayâ, and he loved that fact. The dark-haired boy enjoyed how you would only crave him, need him, beg just for him. This side of you, no one knew, he was sure that not even your past boyfriends got to see you like this. So free, so dirty, so beautiful and tempting. It was only him, and Jungkook could only wish it continued to be like that for a long time.
Amidst Jungkookâs wandering thoughts, he didnât realize you had opened your eyes once again, looking right into his own, with such a fierce stare. Your hands started a slow trip from his thighs up to his chest, caressing his honeyed skin which was glistening with sweat; shining just right under the moonlight. Your nails softly scratched his flesh, making the boy tremble under your touch and lean into your hands to feel more of you. It was getting to that point where he no longer held power or willingness to be dominant. Jeon was starting to lose himself in you, in the way your cunt was wrapped around his cock, in the way his length would poke your stomach because of how deep he was; in the way your mouth was softly calling for him, accompanied by obscene noises that he only loved hearing if the came from you.
âYou look so fucking pretty, Y/n.â The lack of a pet name sent a warm hug to your heart. You knew he was being serious; no teasing, no mocking. Jungkook was speaking from his heart, completely enamored with the view of you; panting underneath him while your body welcomed his embrace so perfectly. âI could never get tired of looking at you, my pretty baby.â
There were not enough words in the English language that could help you express how grateful you were for having a man like Jungkook in your life. But perhaps there was no need, since you knew that showing it was always more effective than saying it.
Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to mesh his lips with yours. His swollen lips moved slowly and gently, a stark contrast to the way he was fucking you. His cock was wildly ramming into you, while his lips were softly caressing yours. His tongue quickly made its way inside your mouth, starting a fight with your own to assert dominance, nonetheless, it was futile, that fight was already won by him and you could only back down and enjoy his touch.
âIâm so close.â You moaned, wrapping both of your legs around his waist to make him go even deeper. âI need toâ fuck, I need to cum.â
Jungkook shook his head, heavily breathing while gathering his thoughts to talk properly. The feeling of it all was making him feel dizzy.
âJust⊠Just wait a bit longer.â He ordered you.
You groaned, fluttering your eyes shut while trying your best to hold it until he told you to let go. It became a torture once again. You knew you wouldnât be able to wait for too long, especially with the change in pace and how deep his cock was reaching. His tip was nudging at that sweet spot of yours, making your whole body stutter and whine so perfectly that it made Jungkook grunt into your neck.
âIâm almost there.â He announced, manically pounding into you. âJust a bit more, princess.â
âI donât⊠I donât think I can wait⊠anymore.â You cried out, fisting his hair while your hips were desperately moving on their own volition, searching for some sweet release. âIâm gonna cum.â
It was not a warning anymore, it was a fact. Your orgasm was rapidly approaching, making your body tremble with the waves of your awaited release. Rather than holding yourself back, you finally let go, enjoying the sensations and pleasure your orgasm brought with itself.
Jungkook hissed at the way your pussy clenched on his dick, making it almost impossible for him to keep moving.
âOh, fuck.â He cursed, looking down at where your bodies were joined, feeling a bit lightheaded from how good it felt. Your cum was coating his cock, making it shine so perfectly. âThatâs my good girl, make a mess on my dick, come on.â
His encouraging words only made it even difficult for you to come down from your high, but the boy couldnât care any less. Jungkook rejoiced in the feeling of pride for making you feel that way, to make you so vulnerable and weak that the intensity of your release would make you go dumb and turn you into a babbling mess. Not a single thought was behind those beautiful eyes of yours at that precise moment, and Jeon loved how lost you looked, reaching out in need of his comforting touch to ground yourself after such intense orgasm.
Your hands found his, intertwining your fingers to form a hard grip.
Jungkook kept fucking into you, desperately searching for his own release, not stopping for even a second to catch his breath. He needed to cum and needed it now.
âCan I cum inside you?â Jeon was so quick to ask when he felt his orgasm building up in the pit of his stomach. âPlease⊠I wanna fill you up.â
It was such a different side of him. The whiny and needy side of him you loved so much. His begging got you weak in the knees and made your stomach flutter with adoration.
You nodded, gently caressing his face while kissing his lips once again.
âLook at me, please.â Jungkook begged so sweetly. âKeep your eyes on me, I need to see you.â
âLet go for me, baby.â You smiled up at him, staring right into his eyes, while noises full of passion echoed through the room.
His whiny moans rang in your ears, making you feel fuzzy inside.
âFuck, so good.â He moaned, resting his forehead on yours, his eyes never looking away. âI love you, Y/n. I love you so fucking much.â
âI love you too, Kook.â You said, breathlessly, feeling his warm cum filling your already sore pussy. âJust like that, so good.â
Jungkook kept rocking into you until his legs couldnât hold him up and he ended up crashing into you. His strong arms slowly wrapped themselves around your frame, keeping you close and safe. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, with his hot breath hitting against your skin. A stream of incoherent curses were coming out his mouth, making you giggle. Neither of you dared to speak for at least five minutes, silently deciding to enjoy each other while recovering from each of your intense orgasms.
It truly felt like heaven on earth, whether it was because of how long you two have been apart, or because of Jungkookâs amazing skills; whatever it was you felt amazing and finally complete. The missing piece of the puzzle was finally here, making your life ten times better and brighter.
Jungkook was the first one to break the silence, with his babbling and groaning.
âWhat was that?â You asked him to repeat himself.
âI saidâŠâ He sighed, pulling away from your neck. âIâm fucking spent.â
âMe too.â You giggled. âBut it was worth it.â
âDamn right it was.â
Jungkook finally pulled out, watching his cum slowly flow out from your cunt. Two of his fingers gathered the liquid coming out of you and pushed it back inside, making you gasp in surprise.
âWe canât afford to waste any drop now, can we?â He smirked at you while his fingers danced slowly inside you. âYou always feel so warm, baby, no wonder why I love your pussy so much.â
After a few seconds, Jungkook retrieved his fingers from inside of you and wrapped his pink lips around them, liking every drop of both of your cums.
âSo sweet.â
A part of you wanted to push him to lay down and ride him until your legs couldnât keep you still, but you were so tired and exhausted that even the idea of putting any effort into making Jungkook lay down made you groan.
âCome here, baby.â Jeon wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his side, making your head rest on his firm chest. âLetâs rest for a bit before I fuck you again.â
You hit him softly in his stomach, causing both of you to giggle.
âJust how much stamina you think I have?â You asked.
âNot so much, to be honest.â He joked. âBut itâs bold of you to assume I would make you work for it a second time. Iâm not that mean, baby.â
âYeah, thatâs what you want me to think.â
You looked up at him, only to realize Jungkook was already staring at you. His doe eyes were looking right into your own, making their easy way into your heart. Jungkook had a way to always make you feel special whenever he looked at you. He did it back when you two were nothing more than a quick fuck, and he did it now when your souls were finally intertwined.
âI meant it.â He started saying. âI really love you, Y/n.â
âI know, Kook.â You assured him. âAnd I love you too, just as much.â
A soft kiss was delivered to your forehead. âI just wanted to make it clear. I spent too much time hiding my real feelings that Iâm scared youâll get the wrong idea and feel like Iâm not being honest enough.â
Your hand flew right up to rest on his cheek, caressing his cheekbone tenderly.
âI understand the sentiment, but thereâs no need to hide from each other anymore. I can feel your love now, Jungkook, and itâs one of the most amazing sensations Iâve ever had.â
Your words helped the boy to feel at ease. Jungkook was on high alert for any discomfort he might cause you unwillingly; he feared you would simply leave his side if he such as said that your hands were starting to get cold. That kind of feeling was something you didnât want the boy to experience and you were more than happy to reassure him over and over again that what he felt was not only reciprocated but it was also enough for the both of you.
âLetâs sleep a little bit, Iâm too tired to even talk.â You snuggled into his side, hiding your face in the crook of his face while your arms wrapped around his torso.
Jungkook smiled fondly, looking down at your already sleepy figure.
âRest well, princess.â
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upskill from student to parent
synopsis: one of your students has the most obvious crush on you, but you have the most obvious crush on his mother.
warnings: swearing? maybe idek AHAHA
w/c: 6.9k
a/n: kind of an homage to my fav person on this app @miinatozakiii âs first published work the kindergarten teacher sana đââïž happy late one year anniversary babe đ„°
ââàłâ
âalright kids, don't forget i'm seeing most of your parents tonight so if you want to make a good impression, you better start doing your homework because i know most of you don't!"
there are collective groans across the classroom as they pack up their things and leave, thanking you as they head out the door to their next period.
you giggle, recalling the days you were a student in their position, you rarely did your math homework as well.
"ms. l/n?"
you look up from your desk with a smile.
"i- um- i just wanted to s-say- thank you for this lesson. i was really- um- struggling with derivatives when you introduced them last time but you made it really clear this class."
you beam, appreciating the feedback, "that's great to hear hideki! if you have any more trouble in the future please be sure to let me know, i'll be happy to set up bonus small group classes or even individual sessions if you guys need the help."
"t-thanks ms. l/n. that's really nice of you."
"it's my job hideki." you smile, "did you need any help with anything else?"
he shakes his head shyly, hand at the back of his neck, "that was all! thanks again miss!"
"no worries, i'll see you tonight?"
he agrees happily, darting out the door with his cheeks flushed.
it wasn't the first time a student had had a crush on you. it was normally harmless. some of them had tried to confess to you over the years, usually waiting until after they graduated because they thought itâd be okay if you no longer had a student-teacher relationship. some of them would confess while you were still their teacher regardless, those were a little tougher because you had to continue teaching them and watch them pout and lose motivation to do their schoolwork and act awkward around you, no longer wanting to participate in class or ask questions if they didnât understand something. youâd try to let them down gently, and if you noticed they were struggling with coursework, youâd pull them aside or ask another one of the teachers to check in on them.
most of the time though, they were just simple little crushes that would pass with time or after they moved out of your class. you didn't entertain them but it was cute seeing your students in their awkward teen years discovering feelings for the first time.
you stretch, yawning, but yelp when someone's finger jabs into your exposed armpit.
there's a burst of laughter and you frown, staring at the intruder.
"really nayeon?"
the english teacher rolls her eyes with a cheeky grin, "saw hideki on the way out. did he give you that confession note?"
"what confession note?"
nayeon hops a little, a hand covering her mouth, "oh shit."
you narrow your eyes. "tell me."
she grins, not really apologetic for having accidentally spilt her studentâs secret, "saw him decorating a card and everything in english class today. his grammar was a little off so i just helped him correct it a little. oh ms. l/n. how i wish to be able to call you by your first name. how i wish to be able to hold you and-" she puts on an exaggerated romeo-like voice and pose, back of her hand coming up to her forehead.
you stand up, slapping her lightly with a blush, "why did you encourage him?!"
she shrugs with a laugh, "i'm an english teacher. gotta make sure the kids are using the language right even if it's for illicit love notes."
you huff, packing up your desk and getting ready to go to lunch, "can't he find a nice girl his age to be in love with? i'm sure he has so many options since he's the star player of the school basketball team and everything."
"something about you attracts the kiddies y/n."
you scrunch your nose, "ew. that sounds gross. i don't even like younger men."
"women?"
"no preference. just someone in the same life stage y'know?"
"wait should i be offended? how come no student has ever confessed to me? aren't english teachers supposed to be like a gay girl's awakening?"
you laugh, ignoring the woman's question, dragging her out of your classroom and to lunch together before you both have to attend to your kids again.
ââàłâ
you enjoyed your job, but parent-teacher interviews were probably your least favourite part of it. if you wanted to deal with parents all day you'd have become a primary school teacher.
there were all kinds of them, some who didn't show up, some who didn't care, some who cared too much, some who were clueless, and some who thought they could do your job better than you.
you rub your temples, grateful for the little 5 minute break you're afforded in between quick 10 minute interviews that would normally go on for longer than that. you blink around the room, the other mathematics teachers gathered in the same classroom, nayeon was down the hall with the other english teachers. you were the youngest of them all, there was a pretty big shortage of secondary mathematics teachers across the country, so it meant maths teachers were putting off retirement for longer so they can continue to support kids, but it still left a lot of gaps that could be filled to give your students the best education they deserved.
you've dazed off enough that you barely register hideki almost bounding in, still in his basketball uniform from after-school practice.
he grins, sliding into the seat opposite yours, "hi ms. l/n!"
you return the smile, "hey hideki." even though you knew about his obvious crush on you, he was still one of your favourite students, maybe it was because he had the crush on you that he was more eager to follow instructions and to prove himself and ask questions whenever he was confused that made him one of the easiest to teach.
and then a woman in a sleek beige coat next to hideki catches your attention. your gaze flicks over to hers. and it can't seem to break away.
she's the most beautiful human being you've ever laid your eyes on. her hair is dyed an autumn brown, wavy locks tucked behind ears, expensive gold jewelry adorning her neck, ears, hands. her eyes match the colour of her hair, a deep fawn brown you could stare into for hours. she's got the most perfect nose you've ever seen, you almost itched to measure it, find the angle of it, the way it led to her pretty lips, full and parted, inviting, pulling you in. and then you realise they're curling up slightly, and you snap your eyes back up to hers to see a mirthful glint in them.
you cough, blushing brightly, "h-hello mrs. hayashi."
"just sana is fine. minatozaki sana. i never married hidekiâs father." her voice is silky smooth, there's a certain drawl to it too, it makes you want to listen to her voice on repeat, teasing out every inflection in tone.
you can feel your blush reaching the tips of your ears, "o-oh sorry! i didn't know i apologise!"
sana laughs, it's bright and airy, you don't think you've heard anything purer. "nothing to be sorry about. we broke up a long time ago. when hideki was still very young."
you nod, deciding you can't continue staring at her or you may just faint, so you look down at your files, shuffling them around with no purpose, just to give your hands something to do.
"so how's hideki doing in class?" you can hear the smirk in her voice, her attentive eyes watching as you fumble around.
"he's um- very good- he always makes sure to ask questions whenever he's stuck on anything, and he's probably one of my only students who keeps up with his homework."
"well that's good isn't it deki? what were you so nervous for?" sana teases her son as he blushes, mumbling something under his breath.
you speak up again, "nothing to be nervous about. hideki is one of my best students, he keeps up very well despite his extra curriculars."
sana snorts, "i wish we could say the same about his other subjects. it seems maths is the only thing he tries in."
"mom!"
"what? you heard what your english teacher said. you need to spend some more time editing your own work than you do shooting hoops."
you laugh, "i'm sure his english is alright. nayeon can be a pretty harsh teacher."
sana looks at you again with an eyebrow raised, you quickly look away. "just wait until you read some of his work ms. l/n. you'll be surprised."
hideki blushes again, deciding he won't be giving you that love confession note he has in his bag after all.
"is there anything else i can do for him then? any particular areas he may be struggling in or any recommendations of what we can implement at home to make sure his maths marks stay consistent?"
"homework really. maths is a very practical subject so the more practice he gets the better grasp he'll have. especially with strange or out-of-the-box questions exams may throw at him; it helps a lot if he's practiced with as many question varieties as possible, most people are going to get those 1 or 2 markers, but the bigger questions that really need you to apply the concepts you learn are where you'll start to see distinctions between the students that just study and the students that really have the aptitude and patience for mathematics."
"never was me." sana jokes.
you smile, still avoiding her gaze, your cheeks pink, "i'm sure you would have been a prize student ms. minatozaki."
"just sana." she has a teasing smile on her face.
"r-right. sana."
it's quiet for a few seconds, hideki looks between his mother and you, squinting a little in confusion.
sana coughs, beginning to stand and holding out a hand, "well it was nice meeting you ms. l/n. i can finally understand why hideki goes on and on about his gorgeous maths teacher."
"mom!"
you blush again, taking her hand, almost melting at how soft it felt against yours, forcing yourself to meet her eyes again to be polite. you have to bring your other hand to hold your wrist when you shake it, to support your jelly-like arm in her presence. "it was nice meeting you too sana."
she tightens her grip, smirking a little, "i hope this won't be the last i'll be seeing you. have a good night."
and with that she's off, hideki whining and complaining next to her about how she's embarassed him. it was a little funny considering their height difference, hideki was a basketball player so he had to be tall for his sport, and sana was just a few centimetres shorter than you, though her aura commanded attention, her posture was perfect, you're caught staring at the slight sway in her hips as she walks away, but you quickly reprimand yourself, blushing even brighter at having realised you were just checking out your student's parent.
god she had your mind a mess, and you had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time for this to happen.
ââàłâ
you were so out of your comfort zone. you barely knew anything about basketball. but nayeon just had to drag you to be co-supervisors for your school's basketball team since you didnât have the funds for a real P.E. teacher. even worse, the parent volunteer just happened to be minatozaki sana, the parent you hadnât been able to stop thinking about since your first meeting with her weeks ago.
nayeon noticed your odd behaviour immediately of course. so being the annoyingly loveable best friend she was, she made herself scarce, herding the kids away with every opportunity and trying to get you and sana alone as much as possible.
thatâs how you were now stuck with the woman of your dreams, sharing a hotel room in the place you were staying for the duration of the games.
âare you sure you donât want me to get another room? the individual room was originally supposed to be meant for you- i canât believe nayeon let herself get sick and stole it from you.â
sana giggles, plopping down her weekend bag. âitâs alright ms. l/n. i donât mind sharing rooms with a pretty woman like you.â
you blushed brightly. that was the other problem with sana. she was a flirt. every chance she got sheâd make some sort of teasing remark on the way here, or brush a little too close than what was acceptable for friends, and you were barely even friends.
âj-just y/n is fine. i feel weird if someone my age is calling me by my last name like that.â
âhow do you know iâm your age?â she smirks.
âo-oh! i just- i mean- i- iâm in my early 30s and you look quite young and but hideki is already 16 so i just assumed um-â
she laughs again, âthank you for the compliment. youâre right. i had hideki when i was 19. his dad promised to take care of him, provide for us, yâknow⊠all the works. he couldnât take it and left not even a year into hidekiâs life. i ended up having to drop out of university and learn to balance work and a baby. my parents weren't any good either, said it was my fault for getting knocked up so early in my life and that i should've been prepared for the consequences."
you perch on the end of your bed, listening attentively while she unpacks her things, "i'm sorry you had to go through that."
she shrugs, "made me who i am today. and plus i have hideki now. and he'll always have me. what about you? any kids? partner?"
you blush as she turns back to you, copying your stance and sitting on her bed facing you. "no. iâve always been around kids so thereâs not exactly a ton of romantic prospects.â you joke.
sana laughs, âwhat about nayeon?â
you cringe immediately, âew gross no. weâre just friends. there arenât that many young teachers that arenât already married and who arenât spread all over the country so nayeon and i easily clicked because weâre similar in age and single. not that itâs difficult to get along with the older teachers thereâs just some things that weâll be able to do that they might not necessarily want to anymore⊠like drink or whatever.â
âare you looking for anyone then?â thereâs a smirk on sanaâs face that you know can only mean sheâs up to no good.
âu-um- well- i mean- uh- like if it comes it comes iâm not actively looking for it. iâm happy with the kids even if i die old and alone because thereâs always going to be more kids to teach so iâm never really going to be alone unless i quit or get fired.â
âi really admire teachers yâknow. you can take care of a classroom of kids and offer them knowledge when someone like my ex boyfriend couldnât even handle one child.â
while you were talking, you didnât even notice that sana had moved onto your bed, sitting next to you, shoulders touching, eyes peering into yours.
you chuckle awkwardly, âw-well iâm actually not that great with younger kids.â
sana frowns, âdonât do that. bringing yourself down to defend a shitty man are both things i donât want to hear. from what iâve seen, you love your job and you really care about your kids. you should be proud of that. teachers donât get enough of the appreciation they should.â
ât-thank you sana.â
âof course.â
itâs quiet after that, and more than awkward. you have no idea where to look, suddenly conscious of her body pressed against yours, fiddling with your hands, feeling sweat build up.
sana just watches you with a glint in her eye, observing all of your actions.
she breaks the tension that seemingly came out of nowhere first, âhow do you feel about me?â
your eyes widen, not expecting such a straightforward question, âs-sorry?â
âyouâre nervous. do i make you nervous y/n?â
your blush was pretty much permanently fixed on your face now.
âu-um-â
âitâs okay if i do. i just hope it's for the right reasons." she pouts. it's criminal. "you'd tell me if there was something else right?"
"r-right! yes of course yes-"
"good. so you're nervous because you find me attractive?" her pout morphs into a smirk within nanoseconds.
"um- i-"
"you said you'd tell me if it was something else remember?" and then she's straight back into a pout. it was giving you whiplash, the change in expressions, dizzying you.
"um- i- yes- you are- yes you are very pretty and-"
"so you want to kiss me?"
"um-!"
sana finally lets you go, laughing brightly and moving away to give you some space before you burst or melted.
"just joking y/n. i'm sorry you're just too easy to tease and your reactions are adorable!"
you can breathe again, the oxygen finally reaching your brain now that sana wasn't so close to you, and your lips turn downward, imitating her pout from earlier, "sana!"
she continues laughing, going back to unpacking her things while you collect yourself and think just how you were going to survive the two days away sharing a room with the potential love of your life who also happened to be a massive tease.
ââàłâ
thankfully, the rest of the night was pretty uneventful. you checked in on all the boys, made sure they had all had dinner and weren't planning anything irresponsible like a party behind your backs or anything. you also checked in on nayeon who in your professional opinion, looked absolutely fine, having ordered room service and was in one of the hotel robes with her feet kicked up enjoying a face mask and a bottle of wine all to herself.
sana also didn't try anything else when you retired to your own hotel room after doing the rounds on the boys' rooms again to make sure they were all in bed and getting the rest they needed before their game tomorrow. you're not sure if you were grateful or disappointed she didn't, but you quickly pushed her out of your mind, needing to rest as well before having to wake up early to take all the kids to the stadium.
you're knocking loudly on the last room you were meant to check on, annoyed the boys were taking so long, you were all meant to meet in the lobby 10 minutes ago for your bus to the stadium.
when you sigh, prepared to rap your knuckles against the door again, it falls away, revealing a distressed hideki and his roommate for the trip.
"ms. l/n! i'm so sorry we're late eric had some trouble um-" he looks behind him, "we're pretty much ready now! just got to grab some last minute stuff and-" he leaves the door open, continuing his ramble while you cross your arms, tapping your foot impatiently, watching the boys run around the room collecting last minute things and throwing them into gym bags.
by the time they're almost done, sana's snuck up behind you, peeking over your shoulder.
"deki! what are you doing? are you the one holding everyone up? what kind of example are you setting for your team if the team captain's late?"
you jump at her voice, not having noticed her standing right behind you. you turn, admiring her side profile, she's got her hair up today, but still looks as expensive as the first time you saw her.
hideki blushes at his mom yelling at him, picking up his pace a little and jabbing eric, telling him to hurry up.
sana notices you staring at her and turns with a smile, "hi y/n. missed you this morning."
you fluster immediately, snapping your eyes away, "u-um sorry! i uh- got up early and didn't want to wake you and decided to get breakfast early on my own before making sure all the kids were awake."
she pouts, "you should've woken me. we could've had breakfast together."
"s-sorry i'll remember for next time."
"next time? you planning on waking up next to me again y/n?"
you can hear the teasing tone in her voice without needing to look at her, "i meant tomorrow! tomorrow morning."
sana giggles next to your ear, relenting when hideki and eric finally finish up, slightly out of breath when they come up to you, hideki apologising to you profusely, almost bowing down in the hotel hallway while holding all his heavy gym bags before you stop him, embarrassed enough by his mother watching the interaction closely with a curious glint in her eyes.
by the time you get downstairs nayeon already has most of the kids on the bus, reprimanding the two late boys again before letting them go and telling them to get on the bus as well. she had claimed her sickness was miraculously cured overnight, and that all she needed was a good night's sleep in a hotel room by herself.
she had teased both you and sana, asking sana innocently if she'd want to change rooms again now that she wasn't sick, but sana had said it'd be too much work and she didn't mind sharing a room with you anyway. nayeon elbowed you making an exaggerated show of her eyebrows wriggling around when sana wasn't looking, winking and looking all too satisfied with herself. you ignored her, strutting ahead and onto the bus, crossing your arms and pouting.
sana comes up next, giggling at you and plopping down on the seat next to yours. thankfully, the bus ride to the stadium wouldn't take long this time, the ride here was almost 5 hours long, and sana had taken a liking to sleeping on your shoulder almost the entire way there. you were stiff and couldn't wait to fall into bed when nayeon pulled her sick move and ruined your plans of being able to relax, not possible in the presence of the other woman.
the kids are rowdy and energetic, hyping each other up on the bus. you have to tell them to quieten down a few times but you let them get away with most of what they do, smiling at the sight of them so eager for their game.
when you arrive, nayeon's the first to stand, using her loud voice and commanding attention, her voice that should've been at least a little hoarse from her apparent sickness yesterday.
"alright! remember you're representing your school district now! and you're sharing this space with other people so i don't want to hear you guys as loud as you were on this bus okay? i won't hesitate to bench anyone who fools around too much and that means you won't get to play and you'd have come all this way for nothing understand?"
nayeon really was strict as a teacher, but you knew she loved her job as much as you did.
the kids nod, determined to be good, adrenaline running from the excitement of almost getting to the court.
you step off the bus first, talking to the bus driver and letting them know when they can come back and pick you guys up to go back to the hotel. then the kids are hopping off the bus one by one, and you're making sure they don't run off or do anything stupid while waiting for everyone to assemble.
by the time the team is actually on the court and warming up, you're almost as excited as them, the atmosphere of the stadium hyping you up, sitting on the sidelines with towels and water bottles ready for their breaks. you had tried to study up a little on what exactly went on in basketball, the rules and the basics, the kids may not have a coach but you still wanted to be as supportive as you could even though your job only required you to supervise them safely between the venues and the hotel.
"have you come to a lot of these games?" you ask sana mindlessly, watching as the boys start doing practice shots and drills.
"yeah. i try to go to as many of deki's things as i can."
"that's very sweet. it's really good for the kids, when the parents show up to things they work hard for."
sana hums. "i try."
"he's lucky to have you."
"i think he may appreciate you a little more though." she teases, bumping shoulders with you.
you laugh, "he'll get over it. they all do."
"this has happened before?"
you shrug, "i swear i don't do anything out of the ordinary. maybe i'm just nicer than nayeon."
"so your type obviously isn't kids. what is it?" sana teases.
you blush, "i don't know. i don't really have one i think."
"oh come on. everyone says that. tell me the truth. i won't judge i promise."
you roll your eyes, smiling, "well... i think at this point in my life i just want someone who wants to settle down. i'm not that young anymore and i've already achieved what i wanted in my career so all i really want now is someone to share the rest of my life with."
"boring! c'mon gimme the juicy stuff. like personality, physical attributes." she pokes you with a grin on her face as well.
"fine fine. i guess when it comes to women i tend to like slightly older women, extroverted, good with kids obviously, i don't reaaaally care for all the physical stuff but probably someone around my height i guess."
"stand up for me."
you do as she asks, confused, then she stands up as well, stepping in almost eye-to-eye. you flush immediately. she brings her hand to measure the top of her head, knocking it against your forehead.
then she smirks, "so i'm pretty much your type then?"
you stutter, falling backwards and back into your seat, mumbling incoherently. sana giggles, sitting back down as well.
"if it's any consolation, my type in women tends to be slightly taller, good with kids, a little awkward, gets flustered easily, but loves her job."
you blink at her, still processing her words when the buzzer sounds signaling the start of the game.
sana winks, then turns her attention to the game, cheering on your school's team as they get in starting position. nayeon jogs over to join you both on the sideline bench, cheering as well. you put your muddled thoughts aside to focus on being there for the kids, but sana's confession? was it even a confession? never left the back of your mind.
ââàłâ
your school won. the boys are ecstatic, clapping each other on the back, streamers are thrown, the crowd is wild, loving the game they witnessed.
eventually, the stadium clears out while the boys cooldown. the janitors come and kick everyone off the floor soon enough, the kids still whooping and parading around their championship trophy, taking pictures with smiles all around.
you smile fondly as well, watching them leave the stadium, so proud of themselves. but then there's a cough behind you, and you turn, surprised to see hideki still there, not leading his team off on their victory lap.
"you okay hideki?"
the boy blushes, rubbing the back of his neck shyly, still in his team uniform, sweat running down his body.
"i um- i was actually wondering if we could talk?"
you frown, immediately concerned, "yeah of course. what's up?"
his eyes flit around, making sure the stadium is pretty much empty except for the janitors cleaning up after the game. and then he looks back at you, you're struck then how much he looks like sana, he has her nose, her eyes, you never noticed before but after spending more time with sana, you can start to see parts of her in her son.
he clears his throat again, obviously nervous, wringing his hands out, "u-um- so i promised myself that if we won this game, i'd finally be truthful to both myself and you. so um- ms. l/n... i think i'm in love with you!" he bows deeply with his confession.
you stand there, slightly in shock despite knowing about his feelings for a long time now. and then you feel terrible, having to reject him on what was supposed to be one of the highlights of his high school experience.
you tap his shoulder lightly, non-verbally asking him to straighten up, he flinches at the touch, eyes fierce when they meet yours.
"hideki... i'm sorry. i don't feel the same way about you. you're my student, i care about all of you equally, but never as more than a student."
his face breaks your heart, you see sana in him, it's almost like you made sana cry.
"is it my age? what if i graduated? would you be interested in me after i graduated?" he's desperate, reaching for any possibility where you could return his feelings.
you shake your head, offering a gentle smile, "i'm sorry hideki. i know you'll find the right person for you one day though. that person just isn't going to be me."
his head droops down, hair coming to cover his eyes as he stares down at his shoes, trying to hide his tears. "i understand. thank you for taking the time to listen to me ms. l/n. i'll get out of your hair now." and then he's jogging off behind you towards the exit.
you sigh, turning around, surprised to see sana there, frowning when she sees hideki in tears approaching her.
she looks between him and you in confusion, but hideki reaches her first. she cups his face, asking him what happened, but he refuses to speak, and sana brings him down into her hugging him and patting his back.
she glances at you then, still frowning. your heart sinks, not sure what sorts of conclusions she could be drawing, but knowing right now, it looked like you had said or done something that made her son cry.
she leads him away, you ache to tell her what really happened, but you know you should keep your distance for the sake of your student right now, you just pray sana doesn't think of you any differently.
ââàłâ
the rest of the day goes by in a blur. the boys go out for celebratory dinner. they notice their captain is a lot more down than usual, and they try cheering him up, playing games at dinner, laughing and teasing each other, but nothing seems to be working.
you couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and sana hadn't spoken to you since the game. you're not sure if it's on purpose or if she's just busy keeping the kids entertained and checking on hideki every once in a while, but not wanting to smother him with all his friends around. he doesn't seem to mind though, in fact he only responds to sana, even when his friends try and include him he stays quiet, picking at his food aimlessly.
when you get back to the hotel, you give a speech about how they shouldn't sleep too late even though you could understand their excitement still remaining from winning the championships, they still had to get up early tomorrow so you could take the bus back home. nayeon would normally give the speech since she was a little more threatening than you, but she was also currently wasted, having gone a little too hard on the celebrations with the boys. she was currently leaning on you, almost dozing off as you rattled off instructions and rules before sending them all off to their rooms.
sana's gone with them before you can speak to her, so you sigh, wrapping an arm around nayeon's waist and helping your friend back to her own room, setting her in bed and pulling the covers up, turning off the lights and leaving a cup of water next to her bedside for when she wakes up later.
you feel nervous going back to your own room, unsure of what sana thinks of you now.
you open the door, almost grateful to hear the shower on, indicating the other woman was cleaning herself up.
you anxiously start packing your things up, cleaning around the room a little and grabbing clothes for your shower.
the shower turns off and your heart rate increases tenfold. you still have some time before she comes out though, so you continue to busy yourself, cleaning anything and everything.
"y/n?"
you turn quickly at her voice, almost fainting at the sight of her wrapped only in a towel. you yelp, turning back around just as quickly, "s-sorry!"
sana giggles, padding up to her bed, "it's okay. i left my clothes out here."
you can hear the rustle of her towel being dropped and her starting to dress yourself. your face is burning up, trying desperately to clear your mind of thoughts of a very naked sana standing right behind you, probably watching you make a fool out of yourself.
"i'm dressed." she teases, plopping down onto her bed.
you turn with a sigh, but tense up when you realise her definition of dressed was a very thin camisole and shorts that really shouldn't be considered shorts.
sana smirks at your gaze, crossing her legs and watching the way your eyes follow the movement, drinking in the skin.
"so what happened with you and deki?"
your eyes snap back up to hers at the reminder, the guilt of it all coming back.
"i'm sorry- i didn't- i hope you know i didn't mean to-"
sana giggles, grabbing the towel to start drying her hair, "relax y/n. i figured as much. he wouldn't tell me what happened but i assume it had something to do with his feelings for you?"
you gulp, nodding, not trusting your voice.
"like you said at the game, he'll get over it."
"you're not mad at me?"
she frowns, "why would i be mad at you?"
"well i- i thought you were avoiding me at dinner and- i mean i did just reject your son-"
sana lets out a loud laugh, "i think i'd be more mad if you didn't reject him. and i wasn't avoiding you. were you looking for my attention y/n?" she teases, wringing out her hair.
"oh. i'm glad then. that you weren't avoiding me. i was worried." you mumble, ignoring her question, knowing she was just trying to get a reaction out of you.
she stands up, brushing her hair behind her shoulders, walking up to you slowly. "why were you worried?"
you focus on a spot on the hotel carpet, avoiding her gaze, "i didn't want you to think i was- i don't know- i just didn't want you to think of me differently i guess."
"why do you care what i think of you?"
you blush, "well- i mean- i- you're- you're a parent of my student."
sana hums, still moving closer at a painfully slow pace, "is that all i am to you?"
"uh- well- no... you're um- you're sana."
she giggles, now toe-to-toe with you. "i am."
you almost let out a gasp when her cool fingers touch your chin, tilting your head up slightly to look her in the eyes. her eyes search yours, then they move over your face, tracing your features. you lick your lips unconsciously, the tension between the two of you unable to be explained by a simple parent-teacher relationship, or even a friendship anymore.
"it's funny." her voice is lower now, spoken right onto your lips, there was no need for volume, you were only inches apart. "i almost wonder if my ex would've fallen for you too."
you're dizzy from being so close to her, mind playing catch up. "t-too?"
"yeah. hideki fell for you. i wonder if you could just have my whole family wrapped around your finger."
you gulp, not really following, just letting her do whatever she wanted to you.
she leans in even closer, eyes dropping to your lips.
"what about me?"
"w-what about you?"
"you rejected deki. how about me?"
you inhale shakily, "are you confessing?"
she smiles then, "was it not obvious?"
"no." you breathe out.
"why not?"
"you're too- you're unbelievable."
"what does that mean?"
"i literally can't believe you're real. that someone as perfect as you could exist."
sana giggles lowly at that, "there it is. do you know how long i've been waiting for you to just say how you feel about me?"
"w-what?"
"all that teasing, all the flirting, i paid nayeon to fake sick y'know?"
"you what?!"
she throws her head back, laughing fully now. your eyes follow the lines of her throat.
"deki talked about you all the time at home. i was curious to meet the maths teacher he was so obsessed with. and then i did. and you were just so adorable. i could tell you really loved what you were doing, and you really cared for all the kids. but i didn't want to ask you out in front of my son who has the biggest most obvious crush on you. so i resigned myself to thinking i probably wouldn't be able to see you again. and then you happened to be on this trip. so i tried everything i could to get closer to you, get to know you better, and you didn't disappoint. i can safely say i'm just as obsessed with you as hideki is, dare i say even more."
"y-you are?"
"mhm. and i knew you liked me too. you're almost as obvious as deki is." she giggles, "i was just waiting for you to do something about it. but you're too nice aren't you? didn't want anything that could be between us to affect your job and your relationship with the kids."
you hadn't even noticed sana had paid so much attention to you. she had picked you apart completely, you felt so exposed in front of her now, but it wasn't unwelcome, you were just embarrassed at the way you've acted around her, thinking how many times you've replied dumbly or said something stupid while she knew you had a crush on her. you cringe at the memories.
sana laughs again, poking at the scrunch in your nose, "so can you say it officially now?"
"say what?"
"don't play dumb with me. you know."
you whine, blushing still, but close your eyes, taking a breath again, "i like you sana. i think you're the most beautiful person i've ever seen and your personality and actions are just as consistent with your looks."
sana giggles again, and then all of a sudden, her lips are pressed against yours.
it's soft, sweet, she's curling a hand around your waist and the other around your neck. you weren't the greatest with words, that's why nayeon was the english teacher, but you try make up for it with your actions, pulling her into you deeper and wrapping your arms around her, smiling into the kiss.
sana returns the smile, reattaching your lips, kissing you easily, your lips slotting together with no rush, taking as much time as you wanted to explore each other.
that night, when you come out of your shower, you find sana curled up in your bed, patting the empty space next to her for you to squeeze into, making sure she had enough space so that she wouldn't fall off the edge. you find that she's a big cuddler, not that it should've surprised you, she was always a very physically affectionate person, and you were still getting used to being on the receiving end of all of it, but you adored it.
the next morning, you'll keep to your promise and wake sana up with a gentle kiss on her lips, brushing her hair out of her face and studying her sleeping features carefully, committing everything to memory, still in slight disbelief that such a woman felt the same way you did.
you talk over breakfast, finding yourself much more at ease now that you knew she knew how you felt about her. she still takes every opportunity to tease you though, loving the way you blushed and stuttered around her.
what's hard is deciding what to do after you get home. you still wanted to keep your distance from hideki so that he could get over you, and sana agreed, saying it would be best if the both of you kept your relationship a secret for now. she was almost excited, talking about how it would be exciting and fun to sneak around like kids again, having to hide your relationship.
she's right of course, but being with her specifically probably makes it ten times harder than it normally would. she'd come to your school with bunches of flowers and lunch, acting innocent and surprised when you have to hide her and find an empty classroom for you to spend the lunch date she springs on you. she'll never stop loving to tease you.
you finally tell hideki about 2 months into your relationship. he seems to take it okay, but when you're curled up in sana's bed later, she tells you he complained to her about how she 'stole his woman', and you both end up in a giggling fit, laughing at the turn of events. regardless, you're still grateful, grateful you were able to meet her, and somehow bewitch her into falling for you. you were the luckiest person alive, and only sana would disagree, saying that was only true for herself.
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something old, something new
pairing: patrick zweig x f!reader
summary: when your childhood best friend asks you to get married, how are you supposed to say no?
word count: 7.2k
warnings: MATURE (mentions of sex but no explicit sex scenes), marriage of convenience, fluff, mentions of alcohol, patrick is a bad friend (but he improves), friends to spouses to lovers, fake dating, yearning and pining, everyone is bad at communicating, many feelings are being repressed, mentions of dieting in an athlete way, one singular creepy old man, no use of y/n
authorâs note: i cannot get this tennis man out of my head!! i hope you all enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!
It wasnât every day that you could count on hearing anything from your childhood best friend, but it seemed like whenever you did hear from Patrick Zweig, it was always an ask for something more shocking than the previous one.Â
As kids, you spent many evenings doing the homework that Patrick didnât want to do, despite the fact that you didnât really want to do more homework either. At boarding school, youâd somehow become his personal designated driver, answering his calls no matter what time and groggily picking him up from whatever party heâd found himself at. In your adulthood, you found yourself becoming a go-to stand-in for him at events he didnât feel like attending. The amount of times that youâd shaken hands at charity galas and introduced yourself as Patrickâs girlfriend, despite not having a single romantic encounter with him, was frankly astounding.Â
It seemed like whenever Patrick needed something, you were the first person he reached out to. After his parents, of course.Â
You dreaded knowing the reason behind the simple hey, text message youâd just received, but you were sure that youâd find the reason out sooner rather than laterâand that whatever the reason was could not have been good.Â
Like clockwork, only an hour after youâd received his message, Patrick appeared at the doorway of your apartment. He came to you equipped with his secret weapon, the kicked puppy look that he often used on you before he asked you for a ridiculous favor, like breaking up with his girlfriend for him or telling his mom that he still wasnât joining the board of the family business.Â
You sighed as you took his less-than-stellar appearance in. Downtrodden expression, wrinkled and sweat-stained shirt, as if heâd gone to the gym to sweat out his feelings before coming to you, and eyes so red-rimmed, you wondered if heâd been crying.Â
If you had to guess, heâd either been arguing with his parents, who knew exactly how to get under his skin, or his tennis friends, who also knew exactly how to get under his skin, or his latest girlfriend, who probably confronted him about his own wrongdoings. Regardless of who had upset him, he had obviously come to you to lick his wounds.Â
Like always, Patrick stalked inside without asking you for any further permission. The two of you had done this song and dance more times than either one of you would like to admit.Â
âHow are you?â he asked, stopping in your kitchen to steal an apple from your decorative bowl of fruit.
âIâm good,â you said with hesitation, eyeing him once more. He really looked like shit. If he hadnât looked so sad, you wouldâve told him exactly how much shit he looked like. Â
âArenât you gonna ask me how I am?â he questioned, a little pathetically.
âNo,â you walked off to your living room, fully expecting him to follow you. You were unsurprised when he did exactly that. âLetâs just get right to it. Whyâd you come over here?â you asked as the two of you sat down on your couch.Â
âMy parents are cutting me off,â he explained, voice breaking as he spoke.
Surely, this couldnât all be over an empty threat. They seemed to threaten Patrick with this every few days. In fact, youâd been in the room with him when his parents promised that heâd never see another dime from themâmore than once. Every time, it ended with them coming to their senses and throwing more cash at him.Â
âThatâs what, the twentieth time?â you laughed. âThey always threaten to cut you off. Whatâs different this time?â
âThis time, they mean it.â
You laughed even harder in his face. If you had a quarter for every time youâd had this conversation, youâd be richer than the two of your families combined.Â
âIâm serious,â he inched closer to you. âTheyâre tired of funding my âtennis habitâ. They want me to get serious about life. To join the board and start a family. My dad showed me an edited draft of his will and everythingâ
âSo?â you prompted, trying to figure out where you fell into the equation. Hopefully he wouldnât try to put you up to something absurd, like seducing his father into convincing him to not threaten Patrickâs inheritance.
âSo, tennis is the only thing I care about.â
âOkayâŠâ you trailed off. âWhat would you like me to do about that?â
âI need you to help show my parents that I have a vision for the future.â
âAgain, Patrick, what exactly are you asking me to do?â
âMarry me.â
You werenât sure what you expected him to say, but it certainly was not that. Your mouth instantly dropped open and you were sure that you were gaping like a fish. Maybe if he had asked you ten years ago, youâd have instantly said yes, but youâd let that naive dream die after youâd come to realize the transactional subtext of your friendship.
âWhat?â
âI want you to marry me. I was thinking⊠you remember when we were younger and we made that pact, that if we werenât married by the time we were adults, then weâd get hitched?â
You continued to stare at him, completely dumbfounded and not believing a single word coming from his mouth. âI⊠IâŠâ you couldnât even form the words. âWe were kids!â
He gave you a halfhearted shrug, as if that didnât matter at all, and as if he didnât just ask you to be legally and romantically bound to him forever.
âYou are fucking unbelievable! You haven't talked to me for anything other than asking me a favor in years, I barely know youâre alive apart from the random drunk texts you send me, and now you want me to marry you? Do you even hear yourself?â
You scoffed and stared at him in disbelief. âAnd that has to be the worst proposal in all of human history. First you tell me that tennis is the only thing you care about and then ask me to marry you? Youâre a joke.â
He let you finish your rant, but after a beat he finally asked. ââŠIs that a no?â
âââ-
Stranger things had happened to you than marrying your childhood best friend just a month after heâd randomly popped back up in your life. At least, thatâs what you told yourself as you walked down the aisle on a beautiful beach off of the Amalfi Coast.
The last few weeks had been an absolute whirlwind, with what felt like every second of your time consumed by making guest lists and invitations, booking hotel rooms, and finding a dress that you liked enough to get married in. Obviously, you knew this was more of an elaborate scheme than a celebration of love, but you wanted it to be nice anyway. For all you knew, you may never get married again.
You donât know what possessed you to say yes to Patrick. Maybe the small, desperate part of you that had been begging him to truly see you since you were old enough to realize he didnât, or maybe the desire to finally have that fairytale destination wedding youâd been dreaming about from the time you learned what a wedding was. Regardless of the reason, both of your families were overjoyed by the union. In one fell swoop, youâd been able to satisfy both of your parentsâ desires for you to settle down, and youâd done it with someone both pairs approved of.Â
You had to give props to Patrick, the ceremony was beautiful. Given the short timeline, the two of you decided to divide and conquer the planning of the event. You were sure that heâd outsourced the work, since he was still in the middle of his tennis season, but whoever he hired did an excellent job at giving you the wedding youâd always wanted.Â
Despite the very short timeline everyone had been given, you were able to wrangle all of your close family and friends to Italy to watch you elope. Your parents had insisted on inviting second cousins and shareholders to your wedding, but youâd somehow convinced them that you and Patrick wanted a smaller, more intimate ceremony. It was probably better to have less people there, lest someone notices the artificial nature of your union.Â
Part of you felt like youâd pulled off the greatest prank of all time as the two of you stood up in front of your small crowd, gazing as lovingly as you could manage into each othersâ eyes while the officiant said his spiel, but the other, more logical part of you filled with dread as the reality of the situation began to set in. Patrick seemed to have a way of always dragging you into a shitty situation, and you hoped for both of your sakes, that that wouldnât be the case for your marriage.
After what felt like a lifetime, Patrick began to recite his vows, claiming to have loved you since you were children, and promising to continue to love you âtill death did you part. If you had been marrying literally anyone else, your knees would go weak with swooning.Â
Unfortunately, you were cursed with the knowledge of the reality of your situation, one where your vows sounded more like: âWe only have to stay married until I retire, which should be sooner rather than later. We donât have to do anything together: no galas, no family dinners, no family vacations. Hell, you donât even have to come to my games. And we donât have to be exclusive either. This is basically just a title, so feel free to see anyone you want to. I can already see the worry in your face. Stop that. We can hire someone to make us prenups, so the divorce will be an easy, clean split of our assets. See? Itâs not that bad.â
The dichotomy between the words heâd said to you a month ago and the bullshit he was spewing now almost made you laugh, but that was clearly not the reaction you were meant to be having when the love of your life was publicly declaring their feelings for you.Â
Once he finished declaring his romantic, empty words, you began to read off your vows. They fell in a similar vein to his, a proclamation of a lifetime-spanning love that didnât really exist in the first place. But when you glanced up at him from your slip of paper, he was really selling it. He stared at you like he adored you, like he wanted to study every inch of your face after running off with you into the sunset.
The ridiculousness of it all finally hit you like a freight train, and you managed to pivot the laugh that was creeping up into your throat into a weepy sounding crack of your voice. Surely people cried during their own weddings.Â
You finished off your vows, doing your best to pretend like this whole ordeal wasnât the most ridiculous scheme youâd ever been dragged into. You imagined a world where he was less selfish and you were less selfless, one where you were exchanging these vows with sincerity, and it helped you to get through the words that you knew were almost completely meaningless.Â
The two of you then took turns placing the ring on each othersâ fingers, with Patrick giving you a ring with the largest diamond youâd ever seen, and you giving him a band that had been passed throughout your family. Heâd agreed to give you the heirloom back once you divorced, so you couldnât complain too much about giving it away in the first place.
The announcement of being able to kiss the bride rang out in your ears, yet you still found yourself surprised when Patrick eagerly wrapped his arms around you and kissed you passionately. Cheers erupted around the two of you, and you pulled away as the officiant declared you Mr. and Mrs. Zweig.
You had successfully tricked your audience, and yet, you still had the strangest feeling.Â
Your reception felt far more natural than your wedding ceremony. After a change of outfit, a huge bowl of pasta, and a few flutes of champagne, you were feeling substantially better about the arguably poor decision youâd just made. You chatted up your friends, who jumped at the opportunity to comment on how cute of a couple you two were, did some light matchmaking between single guests, and placated both of your parents with manufactured acts of affection. You even managed to get Patrick out on the dance floor, after he swore to you that he didnât dance.Â
By the time the two of you were stumbling back into your villa, the woes of the day had practically been forgotten. When you were having this much fun, who cared about a massive, potentially life altering decision?Â
You immediately made a beeline to the bathroom, anxious to get into your comfortable pajamas and to wash your face after a long day of wearing tight, extravagant dresses and a heavy layer of makeup. Â
âSo what did you think of your big day, Mrs. Zweig?â Patrick called out from the other side of the bathroom door, where you were sure he was also preparing for bed. âWas it everything you wanted and more?â
âI think this is the stupidest thing Iâve ever done,â you paused as you thought about something before confessing, âbut it was everything I wanted and more.â
âYes!â he celebrated from where you couldnât see him, though you could perfectly envision the goofy look on his face. âI owe it to you after everything Iâve put you through. I just hope you werenât too let down by the groom.â
âWhat?â you drew out before blowing a raspberry. âOf course not. You looked very handsome today,â you complimented in between splashes of your face.Â
âYou looked pretty beautiful, yourself,â he complimented you right back.Â
âAww, thank you, honey,â you emphasized the pet name.Â
âHmm, I donât know if I like that,â you heard the squeak of the bed from behind the door as you assumed that heâd sat down.
âHey, youâre the one who made me marry you,â you pointed out. âAm I more than you bargained for?â
âOf course not, babe,â he emphasized his own pet name, which sent you into a fit of laughter. âItâs just so weird to hear you refer to me as anything other than an asshole.â
âWell, if it makes you feel any better, youâre still an asshole,â you replied as you walked out of the bathroom, donning an old shirt with the logo of your boarding school and an equally old pair of shorts. âJust a married asshole.â
You took in the sight of your now-husband as you made your way to your side of the bed, surprised to find that you quite liked the sense of domestic bliss you were feeling. The bed dipped as you sat down and glanced back at Patrick with the slightest bit of hesitation.Â
âIs this weird for you? I can go to the spare room, if you want me to,â he offered, surely in reference to the two of you sleeping in the same bed.Â
âDonât worry about it,â you assured him, setting a steady hand on his knee. âWhat kind of couple would we be if we didnât spend our wedding night together?â you teased.Â
âThe kind of couple that marries for convenience?â he suggested.
âHey, whoâs to say that this isnât love? I had the biggest crush on you when we were kids. Maybe some of it lingered, or some shit.â
âOh yeah?â he looked at you with that sleazy smirk that you both loved and hated. âWhat happened?â
âHmm⊠I think I realized that youâre a dick,â you matched his smirk with a challenging one of your own.
âHuh. Did you have this realization before or after you started seeing Dan Thompson?â he questioned.
You were surprised by the mention of your first boyfriend, particularly because you werenât sure that Patrick remembered any detail about your personal life, let alone your love life. âI realized it after you started treating me like your workhorse.â
âOh okay, so you had a crush on me while you were with your boyfriend. Good to know.â
âShut up,â you groaned and turned away from him as you finally full laid down.Â
âWould it make you feel better to know that I also had a crush on you?â you heard the bed sheets rustle as he scooted closer to you, and you turned back to face him.Â
âYouâre lying.â You couldnât see any world where that would make sense to you. In your youth, it seemed like Patrick was always off somewhere with a new person, and none of those people were you. Not that you had an issue with it, but the thought that the two of you mightâve had crushes on each other at the same time without either of you pursuing each other felt kind of weird.Â
âNope. Youâre the first person I ever jerked off to,â he said as casually as if he were telling you what he ate for breakfast, not breaking eye contact with you.
âEw, youâre so gross,â you gently pushed him, but your hands lingered where they sat on his chest. âWas that supposed to be romantic or something?â
âThatâs not romantic to you?â he asked with all the sincerity of someone who was fully committing to a bit.Â
The two of you broke out into laughter. Once you finally caught your breath, you began once more. âThis is gonna be a long marriage.â
âHopefully,â he remarked in response.Â
âIf you keep talking to me like that, I will literally go get our marriage annulled, like right now.â
âPlease donât,â he whined, grabbing one of your hands from his chest and kissing your fingers. âIâll make it up to you.â
âEvery time you promise to make something up to me, an inconsistent fairy gains its wings.â
âHey,â his tone suddenly became very serious, completely catching you off guard. âI really am sorry that Iâve been a terrible friend. I donât know that Iâve ever said it, but I am. You deserve so much better than me, and I donât even know how I convinced you to do this for me.â
You almost started to laugh, unable to take the absurd situation seriously. Youâd been waiting years to hear him genuinely apologize, and now hours after youâd married solely as a favor to him, he was finally telling you what you wanted to hear.Â
âPlease. Iâm serious. I know you think Iâm a piece of shit flaky ashhole, and I am, but I want to be a better husband to you than I ever was as a friend.â
You felt your heart stop beating for a second. The word husband sounded so foreign in his mouth. You couldnât quite pin how you felt about it, but you knew you felt uncomfortable with the intimacy of his words.Â
âPatrick, please shut up,â you squeezed your eyes shut, suddenly a little overwhelmed with the Patrick of it all. In fact, you couldnât think of anything more encapsulating of your experience with him than the whiplash you got from that moment. He could be a complete asshat, but his occasional moments of earnestness kept you following him like a lost puppy, accepting his apologies and granting him ridiculous favors, despite your better judgment.Â
âAre you okay?â he asked, moving closer to you to get a good look at you. You swore you felt your heart squeeze painfully in your chest.Â
âIâm fine, I just-â am overwhelmed by you being sweet? Canât believe that Iâm hearing you say this to me after so long? Also canât believe that you and I are married?
None of the right words seemed to come to you, so you did the second best thing you could think of.Â
You pecked his lips and pulled away as if youâd just touched a hot handle. You didnât know what had come over you, and immediately began to apologize profusely.Â
âOh my god, I donât know-â you were cut off by his hands on your face, greedily and sloppily pulling you back in for another kiss, this one far more passionate and confident than the first.Â
Your kiss was messy but fervent, years of pent up sexual frustration and non-sexual frustration behind your every movement. As you kissed, you moved to straddle him, feeling a little ridiculous in your ratty old clothes, but that didnât stop him from groping you over your pajamas like you were the hottest thing on the planet.Â
Maybe the strangest thing to happen to you that day wasnât even your wedding.
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That night was the first in a series of very strange events. You couldnât even fully wrap your head around what was happening in your marriage. You just knew that the two of you had become closer friends than youâd ever been before, and that you slept together when either of you had the urge. It was basically a no strings attached situation, except, legally, all strings were attached.Â
If you were confused by your arrangement, you were sure that your friends were even more lost, something they proved to you as they interrogated you over brunch.Â
âSo, just so weâre clear, you married him as a favor?!â your friend asked in complete disbelief.Â
âWell⊠yeah, basically.â
âShit. Can I ask you for a favor of a million dollars?â she joked, leading to the laughter of your other friends at the table.
âWell, thatâs different. At least with our marriage, we both benefit. He gets his parents off his ass about being so focused on tennis that he doesnât have any future prospects, and I get my parents to stop trying to marry me off to every single rich boy they find.â
âBut youâre not like, actually married. Like you guys donât have feelings for each other?â another friend questioned.
You sipped your mimosa before explaining your situation for what mustâve been the fifth time that day, âweâre basically friends with benefits.â
âBut youâre legally married? Like, the wedding was official and stuff?â
âLegally? Yeah. But itâs literally just that,â you clarified.Â
âLegal marriage and sex?â
âYeah,â you nodded, hoping that they were finally catching on.Â
âThen⊠are you guys seeing other people?â
âOh yeah, what ever happened to that one model guy you were seeing?â another one of your friends pitched in.Â
âIt didnât really work out,â you addressed that with an understatement. He rightfully flipped his shit when he found out you were going to be marrying someone else. âBut neither of us are seeing other people. I donât think either of us want to risk bringing anything back to one another.â
âThat sounds pretty committed to me.â
âNot really,â you dismissed.
âThen why are you even together?â
âHow many times do I have to explain how we both benefit from this?â
âNo, not legally, or socially or whatever. Why are you hooking up with him? Arenât you scared youâll mess up your friendship or something?â
âWell, the sex is really, really good. But Iâm really not worried. There's no romance between us. Weâve been friends for so long that itâs just⊠weird to look at him like anything other than my friend. Itâs basically a loveless marriage of convenience.â
Your friend shot you a skeptical look. You just shrugged her off.Â
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The moment you found out your afternoon meeting had been canceled, you reached out to your assistant to make arrangements for you to go to Patrickâs tennis game. Heâd been on a winning streak, and though he insisted that you didnât need to come to his games, you knew that he secretly liked having you there.Â
Over the past few months of your marriage, youâd grown to realize that he often didnât say what he actually meant. Like the time he told you that he preferred to live alone, before breathily confessing in your ear that he slept better by your side. Or when he swore to you that he loved the pancakes youâd served him, despite the food being some of the worst youâd ever put in our mouth and him being on a diet. You almost found it sweet that he tried to prioritize your feelings over his own, which was surely a result of overcompensation from the way he had treated you for the majority of your lives.Â
You arrived at his match just in time to watch him take a break, making your way into the stands and finding a seat where youâd have the best view of your friend as possible. You didnât expect him to scan the audience and find you until much later on, but you were pleasantly surprised when the two of you made eye contact and he absolutely lit up. You waved, then gave him a thumbs up in hopes to communicate your support from far away.Â
While you couldnât always make it, you liked to play the role of supportive tennis wife. Getting dressed up and making an appearance not only publicly legitimized your sham of a marriage, but helped you to reconnect with some of your former boarding school classmates, who were often in the stands supporting a friend or a loved one. You also just liked to watch him play, as witnessing the passion and ferocity he had out on the court was extremely entertaining, and even at times, mildly arousing. Â
With their break ending, Patrick went back out on the court and played just as well as you expected him to, crushing his competition, and looking up into the stands at you to celebrate once heâd scored the winning point.Â
At first, it was surprising how proud his wins made you feel of him, a feeling that you explained to yourself by arguing that if he wasnât giving his absolute all to tennis, then your marriage had basically been all for nothing. Although that did still ring slightly true, the truth was that you were simply proud of Patrick. Whether you liked it or not, the two of you were a unit now, which meant that his wins were your wins and vice versa. In some ways, it was kind of nice to be part of a team. Or at least his team.
You met Patrick down on the court, where he paused from packing his bag to immediately greet you with a kiss to the forehead, a small act of intimacy that was typically reserved for situations far different from the one you were currently in.Â
âHey! I didnât know you were coming!â he exclaimed, pulling you in for a half-hug.Â
âI didnât know I was coming either,â you instinctually wrapped your arm around him in response to his half-hug. âGreat job out there. You kinda demolished him!â
âI did, didnât I,â he said just loud enough for you to hear, still wanting to appear like a good sport. âI have to go get ready for the press conference. Do you want to meet me at my hotel?â
âOf course. You donât mind me staying for the night?â you probed, despite knowing the answer. He wouldnât have asked you to go to his hotel in the first place if heâd minded.
âYou know I never mind you staying for the night,â he gave you a cheeky wink.
âYouâre so sleazy,â you commented with fake disgust.
âYou started it,â he replied, reluctantly pulling away from you and reaching into his bag to grab his hotel keycard. âIâll text you when Iâm heading back.âÂ
The moment you received a message about him being on his way to the hotel, you made a very lengthy phone call and request to the restaurant in the building. Technically, he shouldnât be eating any of what you ordered, on account of him being on a strict diet plan, but you figured that he deserved it after playing the way that he did. Besides, Patrick liked thoughtful acts of service, and you figured that this would count as one.
âYou know me so well,â he practically gasped as he stepped into the room, taking in the platters of food youâd laid out for him.
âWhat kind of wife would I be if I didnât?â you teased, though your sentiment was somewhat accurate, and it was clear that the two of you had grown to know each other far better over the past few months, you hoped that your friend wasnât interpreting your words in too serious of a way.Â
The two of you laid out on the pristine hotel bed, eating the feast that youâd ordered without much dialogue between you, other than a comment on how good something was, or a request to pass an item to one another. It felt oddly domestic, and oddly enough, you liked it. Maybe you liked it even more than youâd been willing to admit.
âIâm gonna go shower,â he announced after tossing his napkin onto a cleared off plate.
âWant some company?â you offered, raising your brows at him in a playfully suggestive manner.
âIs that what this is all about?â he feigned offense.Â
âMaybe,â you trailed off. âOr maybe I just wanted to celebrate the greatest tennis player of all time,â you purred.
âCome on. You and I both know that is far from the truth.â
âWell youâre the greatest player in my heart,â you praised, much to his chagrin.
âUgh. Shut up and come shower with me.âÂ
As you sleepily ran your fingers through his damp hair, you were surprised when he broke his silence with a comment seemingly out of the blue. It was more of a mumble than anything else, but youâd grown accustomed to his muffled words over the course of your marriage.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â he randomly complimented you.
âYou know you donât have to compliment me to get into my pants, right?â you asked with a hint of laughter in your tone.
âIâm not trying to,â he pecked your armâthe limb he had the easiest access to at the momentâas if he was trying to emphasize his point, though all it did was bring heat to your cheeks at the reminder of the way heâd pressed slow and meaningful kisses along your calves and inner thighs while the two of you were in the shower. âYou just looked so good today, I couldnât not comment.â
âI donât look good every day?â you asked facetiously, trying to deflect from the warm and fuzzy feeling his compliments and affection were making you feel.Â
âOf course you always look good,â he reassured you rather than playing along with your game of joking instead of addressing your feelings. âI just donât tell you that enough.â
You werenât even sure how you could respond to that. Clearly, he wasnât in the mood to mince words tonight, but you couldnât bear to match his genuinity with cheap jokes. The only real, genuine thought to pop into your head were three ridiculous words that you immediately batted away. You couldnât think of anything more embarrassing than randomly declaring your love to a husband who wasnât really your husband in a marriage that wasnât really a marriage.Â
Out of ideas, you hit the lamp on your side of the bed. âI appreciate it. Goodnight.â
âNight,â he parroted back to you, remaining snug against your chest, despite the fact that your hands had stopped threading through his hair.Â
Deep down, you knew that those three words had been on the tip of Patrickâs tongue, too.   Â
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Being in the social circles of filthily rich people meant you often found yourself at random charity events, hosted by the nonprofits of families and business owners looking for a particularly large tax break for the year. Over the years, youâd felt that youâd seen and participated in it all: marathons raising awareness for a serious, but extremely rare disease, date auctions to raise money for a cause that certainly didnât justify you having to go on a date with a man almost forty years your senior, or galas for nearly-extinct sea creatures that were essentially used as an excuse to stand around and network while drinking expensive alcohol and eating hor d'oeuvres.
You seemed to find yourself at a lot of events like the latter, including the one you were standing at now. The gala, which took place in the art exhibit it was raising money for, was a rather standard one, filled with the typical suspects who regularly attended those events.Â
It was slightly ironic to be at the event with Patrick as your plus one, as this was the exact type of event he wouldâve texted you about an hour before it began to ask if you would play his concerned partner for the night who told everyone a flimsy excuse about him being under the weather.Â
It also served as somewhat of a reminder to you of the massive growth that your friend had undergone since the two of you became legally bound to one another. It finally felt like Patrick saw you as a true friend, instead of a reliable person who would do his dirty work. It finally felt like he cared. In some ways, your marriage was the best thing to happen to your friendship.Â
Patrick returned to where you were standing, this time with two flutes of champagne and a delicious looking appetizer in his hand.Â
âYouâre too kind,â you said as he passed you your drink.Â
âAnything for my wife,â he mockingly bowed in front of you and you chuckled and shook your head. Over the past year, the two of you slowly became slightly more comfortable with referencing each other as husband and wife, but only really as a joke. You guessed that in a lot of ways, thatâs what your marriage wasâa ridiculous inside joke. Â
He was just about to feed you a hor d'oeuvre when you were approached by a wildly unwelcome figure: the man who had purchased a date with you a few years ago. Despite your one very awkward, stilted date, he never really seemed to get over youâwhich he made a point to prove at every event you both happened to be at. And unfortunately for you, his generous donations landed him on the guest list for the majority of these events.Â
You were used to fighting him off on your own, as he seemed to come and flirt with you regardless of how inappropriate it was for the setting of the event, or even when he already had a beautiful young bombshell hanging on his arm. At this point, youâd learned to just tune his every word out and flee as soon as you possibly could. He was annoying, but he wasnât dangerous. Â
âHey, honey,â he greeted you way too comfortably. Youâd given up on asking him to call you by your name a very long time ago.Â
âHi, John,â you reached out to shake his hand and cringed internally when he kissed the back of your hand.Â
âOh honey, who is this?â Patrick immediately lept in, surprising you with his unsubtle passive aggressive tone and ridiculous use of a pet name.Â
âYou donât remember me? I swear, weâve met a few times.â John asked, trying to smile despite clearly being agitated by the presence of competition.
âSome people are more forgettable than others,â he said with a shrug. âHow do you know my wife?â He emphasized the word and you pushed down the small inkling of pride you were feeling. Whether it was from watching Patrick try to scare this annoying man away from you, or being so proudly referred to as his wife, you couldnât be sure. Â
âFinally settling down, eh?â he directed at you, then directed his next statement to Patrick. âWe went on a date back in the day.â
âIt was for that one date auction thing,â you quickly added context, but paused when you took in Johnâs less than pleased look. He was a large donor at your own familyâs nonprofit, and you were sure that your parents wouldnât be too pleased with you if they found out he pulled out over you hurting his feelings. âWe had a lot of fun, though.â
âWe definitely did,â he chuckled and smirked. You wanted to punch him in the mouth. âWe should definitely do it again sometime.â
It was clear that Patrick was not taking kindly to seeing you be flirted with so brazenly in front of him. Part of you wondered why he would be possessive, since part of your initial deal was that you could see whoever you wanted, even if that happened to be a creepy old man with a lot of money. The other part of you was enjoying seeing him so fired up. Particularly, seeing him fired up over you.Â
âOur schedule is just so busy. Between work and us trying to start a family, I just donât know when weâll have time to see you again.â
Trying to start a family? That was definitely news to you. Although, the idea didnât sound awful. Wasnât it everyoneâs dream to start a family with their closest, most dear friend?Â
âWell, she knows where to find me, right, honey?â
âMhm,â you mumbled, looking into your glass like it was the most interesting thing in the world.Â
âNow if you donât mind, my wife and I are going to go check out the exhibit,â Patrick announced, grabbing your hand and taking a step away from John.Â
âYou two have fun,â he said before clapping Patrickâs shoulder and leaning in to begin a stage whisper. âMake sure you treat her right and cherish her. If you donât, I might have to swoop in and do so myself.â
He winked at you and you bit back a gag.Â
âDon't you worry your wrinkly little head. Nobody lov- cherishes her more than I do,â he theatrically patted his back much like heâd initially done to him. âSee you around.â
Did he almost say what you think he almost said? Surely you misheard him, or he was just playing up your relationship to scare away that creepy man. It really wasnât anything to think twice about.Â
Once the two of you had walked away far enough to be out of earshot, you finally addressed what had just happened. âThank you, bodyguard. You donât even know how much I despise that man.â
âHe seems like heâs the worst,â he agreed with you, looking back over his shoulder.Â
âThatâs because he is,â you emphasized. âThis is so random, but did you mean what you said earlier?â
Patrick suddenly paused, his face going pale like heâd just seen a ghost. You were a little confused by this reaction, as heâd said nothing to warrant that level of fear.Â
âDo you actually want to start a family? Obviously not now, while youâre still playing tennis, but maybe eventually? I know we donât have the most traditional marriage, but, I donât know. Neither of us are getting any younger, and it might be fun to co-parent with my best friend,â you were clearly rambling now, but luckily, Patrick came in to rescue you for the second time that night. He looked far less aghast now.Â
âI would love that,â he said to you with a genuine smile. You matched his with one of your own.Â
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âDo you have any big plans for retirement?â a reporter asked for the final question of the press conference.Â
âMostly just eating a lot of burgers. And maybe learning how to play pickleball,â Patrick responded, never one to give a serious answer to questions that werenât explicitly about tennis.Â
It was a ridiculous note to end on, but it felt right. Youâd found that to be the case with most things in your life that pertained to himâmost notably your marriage, which ended up being far more than you ever expected it to be.
After the press conference had come to a close, Patrick met you outside by the car, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, then leaning down to peck your baby bump.Â
âHow does it feel to be retired?â you asked, ruffling his hair while he was still bending down.
âIt feels like you might divorce me,â he joked. Obviously your marriage deal was only meant to cover the time that he was still playing tennis, but after years of a complicated marriage that suddenly became significantly less complicated once you finally confronted the fact that the two of you very obviously loved each other, it seemed unlikely that your union would end any time soon.Â
You glanced down at your baby bump, then back up to him skeptically. âI hope youâre not being serious.â
âCome on, I never know with you. Youâre the one who friendzoned me the entire first year of our marriage!â he exclaimed.
âThat was a lifetime ago,â you countered before taking his hands in yours. âIf youâre really worried, I have zero intentions of ending our marriage.â
âThatâs all I wanted to hear,â he grinned, stepping away from you. âLetâs get going. I donât want us to miss our reservation.â
You nodded and obliged, passing him the keys before heading to the passenger side of the car.
Once you sat down, you were overcome with the urge to say something. You had spent so much time bottling up and pressing down your own feelings, that it was now hard to resist letting things out when they came to you.Â
âIâm so proud of you,â you blurted. âAnd I love you. So much.â
Patrick smiled at you genuinely, before his look turned into a slightly more devious one. âI love you so much, too. One might even say I love you more.âÂ
âDonât even start with that,â you laughed, not in the mood to have the kind of back and forth with him that you had at least once a week. Considering that you were carrying his child, you were pretty sure that you were the winner of the love competition. Â
âFine. We love each other equally,â he conceded.
âThatâs more like it.â
You tried to think back to one specific moment where your marriage had crossed over from being one of convenience, into a union with genuine feelings attached, and realized that you werenât exactly sure. It couldâve been the first night you spent together, when youâd finally allowed yourself to consider what your relationship might look like beyond a simple friendship, or maybe it was even earlier than that, when you gazed into Patrickâs eyes as you read off your vows. The look of pure adoration he gave you was one that you had grown familiar with throughout the course of your marriage, but you hadnât realized at the time just how genuine he had been. Or maybe even the moment Patrick asked you in the living room of your apartment, when youâd been the first person he thought of to carry out his ridiculous scheme, and youâd said yes despite every logical part of your brain that screamed at you to say no.Â
Whenever it began didnât particularly matter. What mattered now was that the two of you fully intended to spend the rest of your lives together.Â
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bodyguard!simon riley who takes a bullet for you â
words: 2.9k rating: e warnings: nightmares, guns/shooting, gunshot wound, hospitals, smut, creampie, cunnilingus, mentions of threats against reader, threat against reader, lowercase writing â please let me know if i missed any! notes: 18+ content, minors dni. warnings have been provided.
He's been assigned to you for two-ish years now. You weren't thrilled at first, and neither was he â but he didn't make it as obvious as you did.
"I don't need a babysitter," you had damn-near hissed when he was introduced.
"I wasn't hired to be one," he counters coolly, which only serves to irritate you further.
Actively ignoring his presence â as much as you could when your company moved him into your apartment â even though you begrudgingly made room in the counters and fridge for his things, even going as far as investing into a better kettle so he could make his tea and clearing out an entire cabinet for all his tea, sugar, and steeper.
He trails you quietly as he was hired to; keeping close enough to always have you in his sights but far enough away that people wouldn't be able to clock his association to you â or so he thought.
Six months into his contract with you â an unknown amount of time left, as Price never answered and soon he stopped asking â he wakes in the middle of the night from a scream he never thought would come from you.
He rushes to your bedroom, gun in hand with his finger resting on the side â not the trigger. The front door is locked as he had left it, windows unbroken. He almost thinks he might've associated it with one of his own nightmares, until he sees you.
Curled in on yourself, face tucked into your knees, fingers threaded at the nape of your neck as you struggle to breathe properly, hiccups and sobs breaking between your stuttered breaths.
He knocks gently on your door, not wanting to startle you. You jump a little, regardless, but lift your head to look at him.
"'m sorry," you mumble, voice rough, "I didn't mean to wake you."
And you hadn't. You thought you were done with these awful nightmares, the ones gnawing at the edges of your mind during the day.
"'S'alright," he replies, tucking the gun into the waistband of his sleep shorts, walking carefully towards your bed. "You okay?"
The look he receives damn near breaks his heart.
He learns, that night, that an attempt had been made on your life before. More than once.
They never got close enough to do any harm, you say, but then swallow thickly and clutch your bicep where Simon sees a scar that he never took notice of previously. They didn't get close enough to do anything worse, you amend, chancing a look at him.
"I had security then, too," you explain, wiping your tears with your hand, playing with the blanket. "It didn't change anything."
Something shifts after that.
He starts cooking for you â with you, when there's time â and you bring him a cup of tea each morning. The bookshelf in the living room, previously only half-filled, collects Simon's books. You give him the login to all your streaming services, and ignore the pointed look he gives you when he sees some trashy reality tv show in your continue to watch queue.
He doesn't complain much when he stands behind you during an episode, arms crossed, asking a question here and there. You sigh, exasperated at having to explain everything, telling him to sit down as you start the series from the beginning.
Nine months into his contract, your nightmares become more frequent, and worse. You don't understand why. You were getting better, you cry in Simon's arms after a particularly rough night.
"Sometimes these things happen," he tells you softly, gently petting your hair, tucking you under his chin.
"Make them stop, please," you beg, even though you know he can't. he wishes he could.
He starts sleeping in your bed.
He's so warm, your cheek pressed into his chest, feeling more secure than you have in months when the weight of his thick, tattooed arm slings around your waist. He presses a kiss to your forehead at night, and you burrow into his side.
He starts taking the balaclava off at night.
A morning where you blessedly don't have to be up early, grey clouds hang in the sky, the promise of a storm later.
"G'mornin'," he says, voice rough with sleep, feeling him flex and stretch beneath you, groaning as his body relaxes. A flash of heat snaps through you.
"Morning," you reply, only half-awake, tilting your head up to drag your lips across his jaw, prickling with stubble.
He cradles the back of your head, fingers thick and comforting, tilting you back until his mouth slants over yours. He holds you so carefully, like glass, as his tongue slips into your mouth, hot and heavy.
The sheets rustle as he moves to lay over you, free arm resting by your head as your legs hook on his hips, trying to draw him closer to you.
He nips at your bottom lip as he rolls his hips, the heat of his cock through his boxers frazzling your brain. You mewl, his tongue back in your mouth, moving his hand to grip your waist and drag you up against him, moaning low in his throat when he feels the wetness seeping through your panties.
"Fuck," you breathe out as his mouth moves over your cheek, down your jaw, kissing the sensitive skin behind your ear.
"Say please," he rumbles.
"Simon, please," you whine, fingers curling at the base of his skull and scratching, and he snarls against your skin, sinking his teeth into the side of your neck as he tears your panties off, pushing his boxers down enough to free his cock.
You're so wet for him, slick coating your thighs as he drags his cock through your folds.
He usually takes his time â using his fingers and tongue to open them up first, wanting to feel the wet heat of their cunt and the spurt of their release to know they're relaxed and ready for him. He eats pussy like he'll die if he doesn't, will happily spend hours between your legs if you let him.
But with you? He feels feral with need.
"It's big, sweet thing," he rasps into your skin, lips hovering over that sensitive spot on your neck that he sunk his teeth into earlier, notching the head of his cock at your entrance. He's not trying to brag, it's just a fact.
You claw at him, the sting of open scratches burning his skin so pleasantly.
"It's okay, don't care," you pant, gripping him hard enough to leave deep crescent marks in his skin, angling your hips up to draw him into your cunt yourself.
He grips your hips with both hands, slowly pushing his thick length into you, nails digging even deeper the more he pushes in.
"Feels so fucking good," he says, tongue laving over your throat to collect the thin sheen of sweat that coats your skin. "Could fuck you forever," he groans, your breath hitching.
You make a strangled noise low in your throat. It's been awhile since you've fucked anyone, and you've never fucked anyone as big as him before.
The stretch feels so good, though. Your cunt clenches around him as he sinks in deeper, mind glazing over as you focus only on him.
"Fuck," he whines when he finally seats himself fully into you, nuzzling into your neck, overwhelmed by the heat and slick, "good fucking girl, taking me so well."
He swallows thickly, waiting a couple heartbeats to enjoy this â it's been awhile for him, too.
"Think you can take it, love?" and his fucking voice. You would agree to do anything as long as you could hear that rough accent along your throat, teeth skimming your skin.
"Yes," you breathe out harshly, moving to wrap your arms around his shoulders, needing him close, close, closer.
For a man of few words, Simon has a filthy mouth as he fucks into you, accompanied by groans and growls into your collar.
"Never had a cunt this perfect." "Fuckin' made for me." "Can't wait to get my tongue in you, feel you cum on my face." "No one else can have you." "You're mine."
And you, normally far more verbal than him, are reduced to nothing more than mewls and pleas and moans for more.
You mouth and nip at his jaw when you can, wanting to mark him, wanting to stake your claim. You'll be his forever if he lets you, but you'll be damned if anyone else gets to have him either.
"Simon â " is the only warning you give before you cum on his cock, head thrown back as you moan through the waves of pleasure, release coating his length and thighs.
"That's it, baby, good girl, give it to me," he says, blunt nails digging into your waist as he grinds himself deep into you. You feel so warm and pliant, the pleasure numbing your mind as he rocks himself into you.
"Wanna feel you give me one more, angel," he bites at your throat on the other side, his need to sink his teeth into every inch of your skin overwhelming. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, fucking into you deeper, hitting that spot inside you that has you seeing stars and your toes curling.
You grip at him again, clawing as he fucks into you, the sound of your wet cunt taking each thrust creating a symphony with his groans and your cries. He feels so fucking good, splitting you open and making you whole, desperate for him to cum inside.
The way your nails dig into his shoulder is the sign that you're getting close, and he thrusts just a little harder, a little meaner, your cute whines growing more desperate as you walk the precipice of another orgasm.
No one's ever made you cum more than once â sometimes, not even once â and you've never been able to do it yourself either.
Simon? Fucks a second orgasm out of you like it's his life mission, ankles tightening around his neck as pleasure lines your veins, shaking as he continues to hit that spot inside you as you cum, prolonging it as much as he can.
"Baby â " he chokes out, sharp teeth on your shoulder, thrusts getting sloppy. The slick of your two releases sounds so loud in your bedroom, feeling the desperation as he thrusts, deeper, harder.
"Cum inside," you mumble against his cheek, nails scratching at the base of his skull as he thrusts once, twice, three times â the warmth of his release flooding your cunt.
He fists the sheets in one hand, nails dragging down your thigh as he pumps deep into you, your slick and his release seeping out of your hole, dripping down his balls and your asshole.
You stay like that, lips brushing, breathing in each other's air as you slowly come down from the high.
Simon gently â so gently â lowers your legs, carefully watching your face for any signs of discomfort, settling them on his hips, hands moving up and down your thighs. "Y'alright?" he asks. You swallow thickly and nod, both hands now at the base of his skull, affectionately scratching at the nape of his neck.
He slowly pulls out, and you miss the stretch and the warmth immediately. You push up on your elbows, watching as the mixture of your pleasure leaks out of you, biting you lip.
"Fuckin' beautiful," he says almost reverently, mesmerized.
He spends the next hour cleaning you up, and you think your nails create permanent marks on his shoulders.
Time bleeds together.
His contract renews on the twelfth month.
He heard rumors that Price might switch him out for another guard.
You're at the meeting â it's your bodyguard, after all, they figure you should get some input. Price has two separate folders prepared. A sharp look from Simon is all Price needed to know about how he feels. The tongue lashing you give your higher ups has Price raising his eyebrows, and Simon sits forward a little more should he need to haul you out over his shoulder.
He wouldn't mind that too much, he thinks, but he'd rather not.
Ten minutes later and you're angrily signing his renewal papers, a blotch of ink at the start of your name as you didn't even read the contract before signing, lungs burning from your rant about personal safety and what the fuck are you thinking and I didn't just buy an entirely new tea set for nothing.
You grip his wrist as soon as he signs himself, dragging him to the nearest bathroom.
His hand covers your mouth as he fucks you deep and slow.
"Don't worry, darling, 'm not going anywhere."
Eighteen months into his contract, and he's never felt so little control before in his life.
He's meticulous, prepared, tactile.
There's a gun in his holster for distance threats and a knife in his sheath for those who dare get too close.
He makes sure to memorize the exists before you even get to the venue, now making no effort to conceal himself.
He's like a shadow, or a guard dog.
You've never felt more secure, more protected.
Until â
He doesn't know how it slipped past him.
He let his eyes linger a little too long on the curve of your neck, where a new diamond pendant lay with his initial engraved on the back. He admires the dip of the dress you wear, open-back that shows the enticing expanse of your back, the dress covering you above the curve of your ass. You look back at him briefly while whomever you're with speaks, eyes sparkling in the bright light of the room, a smile reserved just for him.
He hears the cock of a hammer and his eyes snap to a gentleman who brandishes a gun like he's never held one before in his life. His eyes, though. His eyes are like fire, black with rage, staring at you with such hatred.
You look one second too late.
Simon is on you right after the click of the trigger, pushing you to the floor and caging you with his body.
"Stay down and don't fucking move," he growls as he reaches for his own weapon, up in a flash.
You can't hear anything except white noise and screams that sound muffled, heart pounding and making it hard to breathe. Two shots ring out, in tandem, and there's the telltale sign of a body hitting the floor.
Simon is by your side, eyes scanning, frantic, looking for any signs of harm.
"You okay?" he asks, carefully outstretching his hands to let you stop him from touching you should you want. you don't.
"Fine," your voice cracks, and you can't stop shaking.
"You're okay, you're okay," he says, cradling your cheeks, thumbs wiping under your eyes. "I'm so fucking sorry," he adds, guilt heavy in his chest.
You grab his wrists lightly, tears streaming down your cheeks as you look him over. You gasp, unable to catch a real breath, unable to look away from his stomach.
"Simon â " you say, horror laced in your voice.
He looks down, seeing the red seep through his shirt.
Fuck.
At least it wasn't you, he tells himself.
Nineteen months into his contract, and he isn't dead.
While he's been shot before â a fact he tells you, assuming it would comfort you, but only got him a venomous glare in return â it's been awhile.
The hospital, the stitches, the gauze and needles. He hated it then and he hates it now.
Price comes to you in the hospital â they're keeping Simon for a little, to make sure there's no complications with his healing â offering another guard in the interim while he recovers.
You've never shot down a proposal so quickly in your life. The nerve.
Twenty-two months into his contract, and the last of the moving boxes are taped shut and labeled. Some of them in your writing, the others in his. The keys to your new house are tucked into his pocket, alongside a black velvet box.
"Why do we have so much shit," you whine when packing, only two boxes deep and so many rooms left to go. You're too busy stuffing a manatee shaped steeper into a box â mana-tea, you giggled when he opened it, him rolling his eyes fondly in reply â and don't see him pause, looking at you softer, never hearing "we" before like that. Never dreaming he could hear it like that.
A lot of stalling on your part and encouragement on his, and the last box is packed and placed in the back of the truck.
He laces your fingers together as you drive to the new house, a bottle of champagne already chilled.
Twenty four months into his contract, and you come home with something hidden behind your back.
You smile like you have a secret, which would be a first.
It's awkward to bring around from your back, but there's a large German Shepard puppy wiggling in your grip, tail wagging furiously.
He feels his heart stop for a moment, unable to take his eyes off the puppy, and then the band that's sitting around your finger. He touches his own subconsciously.
You set the ball of fur down, who immediately launches at Simon, whining and wiggling and trying to give him kisses.
There's a collar and tag already there, and you watch with your heart beating faster than ever, unable to stop the smile on your lips, as he wrangles the pup enough to read it.
Riley.
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Hey um if it's cool could I request, Welt, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Gallager and Aventurine reacting to reader to questioning their interest in them?
An example: The confession
Them: I have feelings for you Reader: ... Um *shocked*.. I feel the same but.. *trails off* Them: but? Reader: *squints* you sure? About me? Please reconsider your choice. Them: ...
thank you if you decide to do this! No pressure though!
Jing yuan would raise a brow before vaguely asking you to come with him somewhere he had been meaning to show you for a while and thought that now was the perfect time.
The place where he takes you was just like any other flower garden youâve been to before but from the way the light glinted off of the waters surface, to the way the flowers blossomed in a variety of unique colours, and other small things like that made the flower garden look ethereal.
Jing yuan chuckled at your expression.
âYou see why I brought you here?â He asks.
ââŠno, not really, why?â You replied, looking at him in confusion.
âIâm trying to show you that while you may not think yourself as anything special, much like this flower garden, there are a multitude of unique things tailored to you that make you shine in the eyes of the ones who views you highly.â He responded as he lends his hand out for a bird to perch on and softly smiled as it moved up to his shoulder where it sat comfortably, trying its hardest not to fall asleep.
âFor every flower is a beauty to behold regardless of their shapes, their size or their colour that even a daffodil can be considered of equal beauty of a roses in someoneâs eyes.â Jing Yuan continues, looking at you from the corner of his eye to see whether his words were sinking in. âAnd my flower believes themself to be a withering daffodil but to me, theyâre a rose unlike any other. Stubborn, strong willed, but.â
âBut?â You echoed, nervousness creeping through your veins as Jing Yuan moved in front of you and leant forward so that he was right next to your ear.
âBut they refuse to accept words of their worth and beauty from someone who cares about them very much, but I hope to change that soon enough, if they let me.â He whispers as he presses a kiss to your cheek and pulling away to plant a kiss to your forehead.
Dan heng
While heâs happy that you felt the same way towards him, but felt his heart sink when you told him to reconsider his feelings for you.
âIf you are not ready for a relationship, then I understand, but I wish that you wouldnât look down upon yourself when youâre anything but what your mind is telling you that you are.â He says as he holds your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks as his eyes shone with concern. âJust know that Iâll always be by your side to resolve any issue you may have, for I do not wish for you to be burdened by this alone when I can help lessen itâs impact on you.â He adds.
Dan Heng would do anything and everything in his power to make you see just how much you meant to him, even if it meant asking March to pull up pictures where his infatuation with you was glaringly obvious.
He would bring you poetry books and read out verses that perfectly describe his innermost thoughts and feelings towards you and how he views you on a daily basis. Dan Heng feels as though he could never convey just how truly unique and magnificent you were on his own. Heâs tried but compared to the works of acclaimed poets, it just lacked fluidity in terms of the flow of words.
Everything else fades away when you entered his peripheral vision, almost as though he was made to notice your presence no matter where you were, only to just stare at you with a look that could only be akin to someone who had just found their other half after so long.
Welt would sit you down somewhere and want to talk about it because he truly didnât think that these were your own words coming from your mouth.
He believes they were someone elseâs and he hated that you had started believing this personâs words as reality, when they were the furthest thing from the truth in his eyes.
He wants to help you unlearn what everybody else has thought of you in the past because it doesnât matter, their words hold no weight until you allow it to. No oneâs perception of you was in any way shape or form a reflection of the real you, for every person youâve ever had a positive effect on posses a different perceptions of you.
The only person who knew the real you was you but it was obvious to Welt that you mightâve forgotten who that version of you was by worrying yourself to death about the thoughts and opinions of everyone else. So Welt was more then happy to help you see that you were so much more then what you think.
He doesnât know who wronged you in the past but theyâve left everlasting damage on your tender soul, but he was going to do everything he could in his power to show you the you that he sees every time upon seeing you.
Gallagher
âIâve got nothing to reconsider when it comes to you sweetheart.â Gallagher was quick to tell you as he grabbed one of your hands, squeezing it. âNothing at all.â
âBut-â you started.
âNo ifs, ands or buts.â He interrupts you. âYouâre prefect the way you are and I wonât hear otherwise because Iâll always go out of my way to remind you as to why i care about you, okay?â He says as he lifted your hand to press a kiss to the back of it. âJust let me take care of you and get rid of those pesky thoughts residing in your head by telling them to fuck off.â
You couldnât help but chuckle at this as you allowed yourself to find comfort in Gallagherâs side as you were greeted by his bodily warmth that made you into melting further against him. âI just donât want to be a bother to you thatâs all.â You murmured, insecurity making your throat tightened, rendering it hard to swallow.
Gallagher felt his heart break for you as he brought his arms to your waist to rub soothing patterns into your side as he presses his face to the side of your head, pressed reassuring kisses there as he whispered sweet nothings as to why you were perfect, beautiful, sweet and caring of all whom you come across, whether they were deserving of it or not.
Aventurine
He understands more then you knew because the moment you admitted to liking him in the same breath as berating yourself, he was about to ask what was it about him that you liked exactly.
You were both in the same boat that was about to capsize from your shared self hatred for yourselves, but Aventurine would be damned if he let you think of yourself in any negative light when youâve been nothing but a beacon of pure, genuine light for him since first introductions.
Heâd much rather be the one drowning in self doubt than you.
Heâd have you stand in front of a mirror and asks what you see.
âSomeone whoâs lost themselves along the way,â you answered solemnly, âsomeone whoâs lost sight of who they once were because they were too caught up in the opinions of others and waiting on them hand and foot, only to revive nothing but scraps.â You added and Aventurine couldnât help but feel himself becoming infuriated, not at you but at the people who have made you feel as though you were lesser than, who made you feel as though you should be outcasted because you didnât fit into their narrative.
However the sound of your sniffling brought him out of his need to get back at these people for you and saw that you were beginning to tear up and was quick to wipe them away before they fell. âDonât weep for people who donât have a heart, for theyâll always think themselves superior by materialistic means that they will inevitably loose to time and bad decisions.â He tells you as he rests his head on your shoulder, looking at you through the mirrors reflective surface. âYou on the other hand have something that they could never hope to obtain via money.â He adds.
âAnd whatâs that?â You asked, looking into his eyes and noting that despite their dullness, they were still the most beautiful and expressive pair of eyes you have ever seen.
âEmpathy, humility, compassion, kindness and an appreciation for the simple things that many overlook and possess the ability to see the beauty in broken things.â Aventurine replies, his voice becoming soft towards the end, clearly referring to himself, as he held onto you tighter as though youâd slip from his grasp much like everyone else had. âSo donât compare yourself to others who should be looking towards you as an example instead.â
You moved your head to properly look at him, not use to seeing this side of him, so serious and determined to make you see reason. âYou really mean that?â
Aventurine smiles as he kisses you on the nose, chuckling. âOf course! Youâre my good luck charm, Iâd be hopeless and in a whole lot of trouble without you.â He says as he presses another kiss to your nose, adoring your expression as you scrunched up your face, muttering under his breath. âCute.â
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Chapter 01
Y Batfam x Gn Reader
Featuring: platonic Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne (no Jason in this chapter)
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Im very new to tumblr and was recently inspired by @acid-ixx to try writing my own story, please go easy on me but any and all advice will be greatly appreciated. (Im still trying to figure out how this app works but I know the basics). The only knowledge I have of working in a restaurant is bistro huddy.
Rubbing your temples you could just feel the headache forming. It was going to be one of those shifts, the kind that drags on and on. Standing behind the hostess stand shuffling through the reservation book scanning for anything out of the ordinary. Flipping through the pages only pausing once you spot his name âBruce Wayneâ. That name became a fixture in the book, always booking at 6:30 and specifically requesting you as his server. Within the past 2 months heâs definitely become your regular, and although he is technically your only regular, he just has a certain quality that sets him apart from your co-workers regulars. Sure heâs a pleasure to have as a customer, always punctual, kind, and very generous with the tips. Thereâs just something you canât quite place your finger on, he tends to get a little personal. He started calling you by your first name, and always asked you about your life. But youâve always chalked it up to him being a ditzy guy whoâs never been told no. Even if he carries himself with a certain air, alluding that he knows much more than he lets on. it seems like no one else questions it, so why should you? Regardless, his tips were good enough to let him call you by your name and ask you about your personal life.
La Vie Royale was always busy on Fridays. Swarming with creeps who always stared too long, and buzzing with heiresses who always had something to complain about. For being Gothams richest they almost never tipped well, and when they did it was some lonely wealthy old weirdo on a date with their sugar baby. Co-workers werenât much help either, specifically the superiors always criticizing and critiquing never bothering to hide the contempt in their voices when speaking. The Kitchen was like another world, one you werenât welcome in. The other servers stayed in their lane, and always kept to each other. Thatâs what itâs like for every newbie who somehow snatches Gothams richest billionaire for a regular. The only saving grace was the hostesses who, like you, were at the bottom of the La Vie Royale food chain.
Glancing at the clock reading 5:47, plenty of time to mentally prepare for dealing with Albertine while you serve the playboy billionaire. Albertine was possibly the worst manager for the night, sheâd always get so on edge when sheâd find out he was dining here for the evening. Glancing over and you can see her talking to one of the other servers, eyes locked on you. God, you could just feel that headache getting worse, and after a long day of classes you pray heâd be a no show for once. Wishful thinking though, the best you can hope for is getting through this shift without a lecture. Rather than contemplating how dreadful this shift will be at the hostess stand, you might as well look busy and get a head start on your side work.
Once the minute hand hit 30 like clock work, Bruce Wayne walked in. Smiling at the familiar face of the regular, this time he wasnât alone. Three young men walked in right after. Raising an eyebrow, they were clearly in the same party. Why didnât his assistant say heâd have guests when they booked him the reservation? Looking more closely at the boys itâs clear they also have that odd quality in common with Mr Wayne. One looked barely out of high school, and had been scrolling on his phone with a smirk on his face. The youngest, likely in middle school, had an aura that demanded a respect unfit for his age. The oldest, probably in his mid twenties, seemed to have a natural charm to him. You had always known Wayne had his fair share of children, he talked about them often although you could never put a name to a face.
âWow Mr Wayne, you finally brought some guests with you todayâ you tease as you greet the group and check them in for their reservation. you hear a chuckle and glance up to see Bruceâs smile, itâs warm and reaches his eyes. âWell I figured it was about time I took my kids out with meâ. Giving a polite nod and smiling as he introduces his kids. âI see, your table will ready in a few minutes, we didnât expect you to bring any guests tonightâ Mr Wayne huffs eyeing the oldest âI apologize it was a last minute change in plans, Dick was visiting and insisted on going outâ The oldest Dick chimes in âyouâll still be able to fit us in right?â His voice is calm, like he knows the answer and just wants you to hear you talk. â Iâm sure we can, Iâll just have to go clear the tableâ eyes glued to the reservation book, moving some other reservations around to accommodate the new change. Something a restaurant as refined as La Vie Royale would never do, although Albertine and every other superior insisted that Mr Wayne be accommodated in any way possible. He brought good press, and according to a rumour amongst the staff he even considered buying it a while back. Giving the group a polite nod as you rush off, to clear the other tables. Missing the brief dejected look on the oldest boy's face.
Albertine noticing the Wayne family standing alone makes a beeline towards them. âHave you been helped yet?â She asks in a voice the family could only describe as sickly sweet. âYes our server is just clearing the tableâ Timâs voice monotone, not even bothering to glance up from his phone. Albertine pauses, eyes widening for a split second then back to the false smile âI seeâ she says as if contemplating something before walking away, sending a sharp glare in your direction as she does. The interaction not going unnoticed by the Wayneâs. âyou will be at fault if they get reprimandedâ Damian pipes up glaring at Tim. Staring down at the younger Wayne, âsheâll find something to get mad at tonight no matter whatâ he argues back, knoe he doesnât have the best excuse. A small feeling of guilt starts to bubble in his chest. Tim realized his slip up too late. It's likely youâll get yelled at for keeping such âprestigious guests waitingâ once theyâve finished with their meal. Glancing at Dickâs and Bruceâs faces, itâs clear theyâre planning ways to ease the consequences youâll likely face later tonight. Tim glances back down to Damian only to find his glare still present.
âThank you for your patienceâ your voice pulls them out of their trance, calming down the rising tension. It reminds them of why they came tonight, to see you. Oblivious to their true intentions you smile, grabbing the menus âfollow meâ. As you lead them to their table Bruce and Tim make note of how many others are sitting in your section for the night, some of them they recognize from galas others are unimportant. however your section is completely full. Finally reaching their table, it isnât Bruceâs normal table much to his disdain; he doesn't have the vantage point to subtly watch over you. Although one thing he can see from his seat is that horrid woman glaring at you, waiting for the chance to take you away from them only just to scold you. After dropping off the menus and giving a rundown of the night's specials, you leave telling them youâll be back in a few minutes for their orders. As you walk away Bruce notices your manager snapping with her hands and glaring at you with that permanent scowl on her face. She motions for you to follow her to the back.
After witnessing that interaction the boys are only left to imagine what sheâs yelling at you about. Most of the family members are able to hide their contempt after seeing your manager's rude behaviour, the witchâs actions will likely dictate the mood for the rest of the night. Dick is the only one visibly upset, BlĂŒdhaven has been so chaotic recently getting to see you tonight had been the only thing that kept him from falling apart. Now because that wicked witch of the waste is on some power trip, whatever lecture sheâs giving you right now will weigh on you the whole night, leaving you to be even more reserved than you already are. How is he supposed to be a good brother to you if you don't let him in?,The rest of the family comes to a similar conclusion. It's clear that this job environment is an unhealthy one, they would rather you work somewhere else, or better yet not at all. The only reason theyâve allowed you to work here for so long is because itâs the most practical way to grow closer to you. Once theyâre further along with the plan, you wonât ever have to step foot in this place again.
âSorry about the waitâ your voice soft, eyes not meeting theirs, face carrying a faint frustration. their prediction clearly came to fruition, much to the familyâs displeasure. âWhat can I get yâall to drinkâ you smile, attempting to remain composed as you take their orders. A quality of yours the family admired, although they often wished youâd take your mask off and allow yourself to be vulnerable around them. But for now theyâre your guests, not your family. Writing down their order smiling the same forced smile âperfect Iâll be right back with thoseâ once again walking away. âWhy canât that women understand theyâre not meant to handle that much pressure, itâs absurd how she expects them to perform optimally nowâ Damian voices his opinion, his expression unreadable to most but itâs evident to the family heâs unbelievably angry at just how much you let that women affect you. âWhy canât you just fire her, it would make our baby bird's life much easierâ Dick who is also in aggrence, his protectiveness evident in his voice. Dickâs question goes unanswered. Truthfully even if some of the family tries to dĂ©nie it, the reason they kept all these horrible coworkers around you was selfish. They wanted to push you to your limits, before they swooped in to save you.
3 minutes is the standard time for a table to wait for drinks. However with the Waynes your managers instilled into the whole staff that they never wait for a table, 1 minute 50 seconds is their standard for drinks and 25 minutes for food. With Albertine breathing down your neck, having 4 other tables to attend too, and a pounding headache. thereâs not much keeping you from breaking down. The only thing you want right now is your bed, but that wonât happen for at least another 4 hours depending on when you're cut. At least Roa clocks in at 7:00, which is in roughly 10 minutes. Finishing off the drinks with Bruceâs red wine, you push down your stress and prepare to head over. âHere you goâ you place everyoneâs respective drinks in front of them. âIs everyone ready to orderâ hand instivily reaching for your notebook, but remembering what Albertine told you in the back âif you want to look somewhat professional at least memorize their orders, no notepadâ you stop yourself, and pray they donât order anything too complicated. âIâll have the 8oz steak, medium rareâ Burceâs order wouldnât be a problem, he always got the same thing. âCan I get the Coq au vinâ the oldest boy orders, who youâre pretty sure is dick. Tim goes next âIâll get the boeuf bourguignonâ, he has a satisfied smirk, probably because he has the best pronunciation so far. âmay I have the ratatouilleâ The youngest orders, clearly annoyed by his brotherâs antics. âPerfect Iâll go ring those inâ, mumbling their orders to yourself as you ring them in, thankful they didnât ask for any accommodations or changes you should be able to remember them just fine.
âThey wonât make a mistake will they?â Dick asks, stressed at the fact they didnât grab their notebook. âThey shouldnât, although if you ordered what you originally wanted they definitely would haveâ Bruceâs answerâs straight to the point. Although thereâs a subtle praise in his wording, appreciating how they eased your workload. âItâs despicable just how much they're overworking them hereâ Damian's scowl seems to be permanent as he watches you attend to other tables, he knows itâs your job but theyâre the Waynes they should be the only table you attend to tonight. That good for nothing manager who cares far too much about their opinion canât even get that one thing right. âYou got that right, and with how the nightâs going I bet theyâll only check on us two times, three if weâre luckyâ Timâs voice pissâs Damian off even more, even if it is in agreement. âYou donât actually mean thatâ Dick pipes in,his voice radiating a sense of distress. âOf course I do, look at them. barely keeping it togetherâ Tim points out. Itâs true the tension in your shoulders is evident and your mask is already slipping, the worst part thereâs almost nothing they can do besides tip you. Although even that doesnât feel like enough. The serverâs here tip out not only to the hostesses and busboys but also to the back, additionally you all have to pool your tips and split them evenly amongst the staff. This fact does nothing but motivate the Waynes to get you out of here as soon as possible.
23 minutes tick by, as the Wayne family watches you talk to other customers, complete your side work, and narrowly avoid another scolding from that damn manager. It bothers them that Tim was right, accepting that tonight is just an evening of observing you rather than growing slightly closer. It's moments like these that makes Bruce wish his name wasnât as influential as it is. Thankfully you approach them once again with their meals. Although, the stress on your face is more prominent than earlier, the smile is even more forced, with the way you carry yourself youâre clearly being pushed to the limits. âHere you all goâ even your voice sounds so much more tired, compared to when you were greeting them. At least you got their order right, not that any of them would say anything if you didnât. âAnything else I can grab you?â You ask, so considerate they really should be the ones taking care of you, but all in due time. âI believe weâll be alrightâ Bruce replies, not wanting you to strain yourself even more.
Only approaching them once as they ate, only to ask them if everything was to their liking. They knew it was protocol to ask each table that question, but they still wished youâd approach them, and initiate a conversation about anything but the food. As they ate in silence itâs clear tonight they didnât make as much progress as theyâd like. Maybe Bruce should have kept these outings to himself for a little longer. Or perhaps they should go on a day Jacques is the manager, he tends to be somewhat more lenient. Whatever the case may be this evening has been bittersweet for the entire family, and theyâll plan accordingly for next week to make up for the lost progress. Because thatâs what family does for each other, they go above and beyond.
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18+ only. / desperate passionate sex with jungwon
he comes onto you in the middle of the night, catching you off guard as you were just about to fall asleep.
"j-jungwon i don't- understand" you breathe out the words in between the breaks he pulls from your lips, leaning back in to kiss you harder than the previous.
there are moments, not often, when he gets this way and it is something you ponder every time he works his mouth deep into yours. he kisses you like it was the first time, the last time. jungwon is making out like he has something to confess, that there's too much on his mind to speak in words, that giving it to you like this is the best way for him to say anything.
you kiss him back regardless of the questions racing through your head. this isn't a kiss he initiates because he was simply turned on, there was a certain desperation behind his movements that makes you lean into his body, to connect with him in the way he needs.
his moans are long, drawn out, as if there was nothing else that mattered in the world but the pleasure you two share with each other.
with his mouth still attached to yours he pulls off your thin pajama set, lips slowly working down your neck, to your collarbones, and then your chest. your head falls back from the overwhelming sensation of his warm and soft tongue, fingers digging in his hair, pulling at it gently as he stimulates your entire body.
you know jungwon a bit too well. when he's horny, he initiates sex in his snarky teasing manner that always has you high and bothered. but when you find yourself tending to his needs, softening your touches, letting him have at you as a natural reaction to his desperation, you're more than aware that the sex he wants is far from just the physicality, jungwon was craving for a deep emotional connection and sometimes this was the best he could go about it.
he comes off confident, carrying himself like he had it all figured out. but throughout your time with him, you've learned that there is a small part deep down that seeks for validation and comfort, searching in places he can't necessarily figure out himself.
he breaks the kiss to peel his thin white sleep shirt off, immediately finding your lips again when he tosses it to the side. he wraps his arm under your waist to press your stomach close to his, pulling off his pajama bottoms and lining himself into you. you gasp as he sinks in slow, struggling a whine that's stuck between his throat and mouth.
jungwon's moans are full of longing and desperation, and your heart aches feeling him so troubled from such desire.
"i'm r-right h-here, jungwon" you whimper out between his thrusts, and he groans into your neck as a response.
"i'm yours, however y-you want me."
he fits good inside you, it's hard to form the right words to tell him how you truly feel. but despite your poor articulation of emotions to words, he reacts in a way that lets you know he's taking in everything you're saying and doing. he thrusts into you deeper and harder, bringing both his arms to wrap around your entire body, holding you so tight as if any less of a grip would have your falling right through his fingers, as if he was too capable of losing you.
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Her Favorite
Teacher Billie Eilish x student female reader !
A/n: the thought of this is sending me feral rn, enjoy đ© also Claudia is in this and we are pretending you and her are the same ages okur yuh (20-21)(bills is nearing 30s let's say đ MILF) - there's going to be links to the outfits on each day that she wears on one of the words, just to help you get a better visual đ
Summary: you're the teachers pet. Her. Favorite.
Warnings: smut DURH, mdni ! Thigh riding, soft dom bills nothing new here, sub reader, heavy sexual tension GAHH - think thats it ! Lmk if I left anything out đ
Masterlist - pt 2 , pt 3
You were a college student. That's how most of these go right? You're the popular party throwing, blonde- no. In this case you were the shy, less know girl who sat in the middle of the class, not in the front and center. Or in the back. You were fairly confident, in yourself and what you loved. But all attention on you sent worry through your body. You had one best friend, Claudia. She was the kindest soul, more outgoing than you were but you loved her regardless.
Today was a Wednesday so that means music class. You don't really have any interest in it if you're being honest. But Claudia insisted you join her as a fun class, which you'd argue with and say all classes were fun in a way. But that wasn't strictly true. You couldn't sing, nor play any instrument so it wasn't as fun to you. "You know, I got you to agree to this class because it was fun, not to be good at it!" She says, walking beside you into the classroom. "But we have to try to be semi good at it- and that's not going so well." She just nudges you. "Well I already know you have fun anyway." She winks. Making your eyes roll.
"Don't you just wonder what she will be wearing today." - "You're annoying you know that?" She shrugs with a smile. "I know you love meee." As you entered the room. You spot her. The teacher of this specific class. She was beautiful and you most definitely had a crush on the woman. Was it silly? Maybe, but it was the only good thing about this class. Like Claudia was teasing to you about before. Today Ms O'Connell was wearing something very casual. A brown striped jacket with a collared white shirt underneath. Her hair was down today and she just looked so good. You sat down in your usual seats.
Ms O'Connell then starts for today. Explaining a few things, you honestly had no interest in them. But you just couldn't help staring at her. You then hear your name being called pulling you out of whatever trance you were in. "Y/n? You listening love?" You swallow discreetly, trying to not make it obvious how nervous she made you. You'd never let it fully show. Besides she talked to all the students that way. "Yes, sorry just tubed out for a sec. I'm listening." You replied sweetly, really not wanting to get in trouble. Or maybe that wouldn't be so bad. She nods in reply, continuing.
It wasn't as if you voluntarily put yourself out there, you never asked questions but for some reason she seemed to ask you all the questions, why? You were just writing something down when she eventually approaches you. "Can we speak after this lesson?" She asked you so softly, you thought youd die right there. You nod. Feeling tingles going throughout your body.
That time, was now. You were packing up your things as everyone else leaved, you go over to her, but not as close. Which confused her slightly. "You wanted to see me Miss?" Her head tilts. "You can come closer. I don't bite." Her pretty smile was then to be seen, you reluctantly go closer. "I've noticed the past few lessons you've been distracted." Uh oh. "Are you sleeping ok? You so look a little tired recently. Everything alright?" The way she's checking up on you makes you want to pounce at her and kiss her beautiful lips. But your mind remains, trying to calm it down. And it was slightly true, you always struggled to sleep but that's just been a thing ever since you were a kid.
"It's ok, I'm fine just not a huge sleeper?" You admit, but there was a concerned look on her face. "As long as you're ok." You nod, suspecting the conversation was done going to leave, but she grabs your arm gently. You look at her, into her eyes. Your nerves coming right back. "I'm always here if you need anything yeah? If you need to talk." And there you were again, in a compelling trance. Her eyes were like a spell. Your heart rate picks up, at the feeling of her hand on your arm.
Little did you know, she saw it all. The way you looked at her didn't go unnoticed by the woman. And little did you know. This was just the start of something, so crazy.
It was now Friday, music class yet again. And you couldn't stop thinking about that interaction, the way her hand held onto your arm, her blue eyes casting a spell on your own. You even slept better that night as silly as that may sound. Maybe she was like a comfort? You walk in with Claud, going to your normal spot. Ms hottie (as you liked to call her in your head.) Was wearing something interesting today. It was another collared shirt, with faint lines. Paired with a sleevless jacket ontop. She had a cap on, and those sexy glasses. You loved whenever she wore them.
She admitted to the class that she didn't need them she just enjoyed wearing them. And your immediate thought was hot. So every time she wears them you freak out a little inside. You listened to her voice, speaking, singing. God she was everything. You had told Claudia about the other day and she just made you more delusional about it, saying...
"Oh my god, what if she likes you."
"She was so teasing you with the bite comment."
"She knows."
It had been driving you nuts, like she was a little person in your head repeating those sentences. And here you were yet again, not focusing. Ms O'Connell looks over at you but staying quiet this time round.
There was no doubt about how bored you were, but it wasn't long to go thankfully. For the class and the rest of the year. You honestly couldn't wait to be done for good, this was the last year. Once the lesson was over you go to pack up your things, when you hadn't realized your other books had fallen out of your bag. You sigh, going to bend down to your knees to pick them up. Everyone was leaving, and it was just you and her. You stand once you collect yourself and your things, turning around but only to be met with those beautiful blue eyes.
You gasp, had you of been expecting she was right behind you. "Sorry sweetheart, didn't mean to startle you." You flash her your sweet smile. "It's ok!" She looks over your body, slowly. Hm. Unusual. Unusually hot. "You seem to fade into space alot. Is that normal?" She asks. Referring to you being distracted earlier. Her eyes keep roaming around your body, landing on your eyes... Then your lips. Continuing that motion til she settles on your eyes. "A little yeah, big daydreamer." You laugh a little, nervously. "What do you tend to think about?"
You. You. You. Your brain chants. "Things." Her head casually tilts, but it goes straight to your head. Or maybe your aching core. Because that was way too hot. You swallow, audibly. A tiny smirk plays on her lips. "What's the matter?" She asks with slight concern but her smirk overpowers any of that sympathy. You felt like for the first time you couldn't speak to her, your words gone. "Hm?" She asks with such a velvety smooth tone. You wanted to whine, it's as if she knew what she was doing. Making you feel such a way. But that's impossible, right? You pluck up some confidence. When she gets closer to you before you could speak. "Kinda glad this is your last class for today." Your brows furrow. What? "W-why-?" You then ask, widening your eyes at how pathetic it came out.
"Because, I get to do something that I've been wanting to for soooo long." Your breath becomes quicker, unsteady. Similar to your legs. "Please." You breathe out, too into your own thoughts to care about how wrong this situation may be. In broad daylight. Her lips come softly onto your own, so incredibly slow. Your tongues eventually mingle together, tasting the sudden desire against one another. She pulls back going to swipe her thumb against your lip. Staring at them. You felt dizzy, weak. No way you just kissed her. "Things. I didn't know that was my new name." She looks into your eyes again. Darker, sexy. Fuck. You thought. Her hands reach for yours going to take you into her secluded office.
She shuts and locks the door. Approaching you. "I see the way you look at me angel, I'm very aware." You swallow, louder than the last time. "Just know those daydreams have you soaked huh?" She pouts slightly, in a mocking sense. Your head reluctantly nods. Looking into her eyes, she backs you up against the desk. "Then you must know just how much I daydream of you." Your eyes grew bigger, did she really just say that? No way... Her hands rest on your thighs, face leaning closer to yours. Moving slowly to your ear. "May I show you, pretty girl?" Your breath catches in your throat before you reply, breathlessly. "Please do." Her smirk returns.
Grabbing your hand again and leading you around to her chair, eventually getting you to sit on her lap. Your hands rest on her shoulders. Hers gliding up and down the sides of your body. "Just want a little taste of what I've been mindlessly thinking of, yeah?" Whatever the fuck that meant you didn't care, nodding nonetheless. Her hands then grip your hips, manhandling you so your cunt is directly over her thigh. The change makes you gasp slightly considering you hadn't expected that. Your hands grip her shoulders as your underwear is met with the rough material of her pants. Having your skirt semi out of the way. "Thin. Wet." She says inches away from your face. You bite your lip as you both hold eye contact. The way her glasses sit on her face making it 10x better.
This woman. She's driving you mental. Were you dreaming or something? She begins to slowly move you on her thigh, making your first noise come beautifully past your lips. "Good, you know how to use your voice." She says, averting her eyes to you and her thigh. "You gunna make a mess on ne sweet girl?" Your eyes shut as her movements quicken, feeling your brain fog over with a euphoric sensation. "M-more.." You blurt out. "More she says?" Billie chuckles deliciously. (Like at the end of guess đ”) "Angel wants more, how very sweet." You gulp. "P-please?" Your soft voice made her go nuts. She wanted so badly to ruin you right here right now. But she resisted for the time being. "And she asks sooo-" Her movements speed up, causing your eyes to pop, jaw agape. "-nicely."
Your head lulls back as you feel it coming, the way your clit was throbbing against her rapidly. Soon after feeling that tightness, only to be met with that sticky necter. All over her thigh. She hums in approval. Letting you fall against her, head landing in the crook of her neck. Your breathing slowly coming back to you as her hand rubs gently over the skin of your arm. "That's why you're my favorite."
After a minute or two you come back to reality. Not the right reality but your senses turn back on. She swiftly tucks a strand of hair behind your ears. Smiling at you gently, thinking for you second before taking her hat off and plopping it on your head. She looks at you so lovingly, now seeing that compassion in her eyes. It made you melt, softly putting your hands on her face. Hers latch delicately over your wrists, soon grabbing your hand and kissing it tenderly. This was wrong, not because of any age, but because she was your teacher. Did you really care tho? Hardly. Once you leave it's not like it'd matter. But oh fuck it felt too good.
"Go clean up darling, I'll see you on Wednesday." She then winks, as you leave the classroom. And all your mind could say was.
Oh.
My.
God.
Pt 2 will be out soon. ;)
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âI PROMISE, IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.â
GENSHIN MEN COMFORTING YOU AFTER A FIGHT
synopsis: you and your boyfriend hardly ever fight, so what happens when you finally have one?
â„- including : tartaglia (childe), cyno, kaeya, wriothesley
â„- note : hi guys !! sorry if this post is kind of shit, i kind of rushed it. i hope you guys enjoy regardless <3 reblogs are appreciated !!
content warnings : sfw, fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, angst, arguing, hurt with comfort, use of pet names (baby), fluff, dumb fights, lots and lots of fluff at the end.
⥠TARTAGLIA (CHILDE)
you and childe hadnât spoken for much of the day, and this was due to an argument that happened between you two just before you sat down for some breakfast.
it was stupid, genuinely.Â
childe had completely misinterpreted something you had said that morning. you were talking about one of your friends and their relationship. for some reason, childe thought you were comparing your relationship to the one your friend had, and it made him question if he was doing enough to make you happy. one thing led to another, and the two of you bickered over the encounter. you tried to explain yourself, but your boyfriend, being the stubborn man he was, didnât bother to listen and went off on his own accord.
you and childe hardly had any fights. they would usually resolve after an hour or two, but you hadnât seen him all day. part of you began to grow worried from his sudden absence. did he go out and do something to hurt himself? was he with somebody else? no, there was no way childe would ever cheat on you. he didnât even look in another womanâs direction when he saw you that day.Â
it wasnât until sunset when childe had finally returned home to you. he had a few scrapes on his arms which seemed like they came from him battling another enemy, but regardless, he seemed to be in one piece. you were very relieved to see that he was fine. it made you run into his arms the moment he came into the door, which took your boyfriend by surprise. he was under the impression that you were still pissed off at him for the shit that he had pulled early on in the day. he knew he was wrong and he should have apologized, but he didnât know how to put it into words. sometimes he wished he wasnât so air headed.Â
his arm went around your waist, bringing your body closer to his. the smell of his skin made you calm down. âi thought something bad happened to you..â your eyes didnât move from the floor.Â
childe could sense the worry that was in your voice. he shouldnât have done that to you. he would never want to make you feel scared or put you under the idea that he would leave you. he wasnât going to ever leave like that again, ever. âiâm sorry, baby..â he whispered, running his fingers along your backside. âiâm such an idiot.. i shouldnât have said that shit. i love you way too much to hurt you..âÂ
you lifted your head to meet his ocean blue eyes. he had this frown on his features. you could see how guilty he felt for putting you in such a position. no matter what, you would always be in love with childe. no small argument would make your feelings for him shift, ever. you knew he could be stubborn at times, and honestly, so could you. all that mattered to you in the end was that you two made up and forget the whole thing. âitâs okay.. i still love you, okay?â you smiled at him, which made his heart skip a beat.
childe couldnât help but smile, too. he leaned towards you and planted a kiss on your lips. he didnât ever want to see you frown again. he would do anything to see a smile on your pretty face. âlet me make up for it.. how about we take a bath together, hm?â he questioned, raising his eyebrows.Â
you nodded your head. âsure..â you grinned.
⥠CYNO
you didnât expect cyno to get upset earlier.Â
cyno was in a bit of a rush that afternoon. he had a lot of things to tend to as the mahamatra, so he typically had a busy schedule. at the time, you had no idea that he had to be somewhere at a certain hour, so when you saw your lover wandering around aaru village by himself, you decided to go and talk with him to ask how his day was.
he kept his responses to you a bit shorter than usual, but thatâs how he usually was. cyno was more the type of man to listen more than he did talk, but the more you kept speaking, the more he grew somewhat irritated. he had to meet with candace and discuss something that had occurred on his way there. he had to return as quickly as possible, though, because there were several people who needed his help out there.Â
cyno had accidentally snapped at you, which in turn made you fire back at him.
it was very out of the ordinary for him to ever get angry with you. cyno was very patient, and he was especially with you. he was never the kind of man to be rude to you or yell at you, ever, so this threw you off completely. before he could even apologize, you left and went back to the place you two shared together.Â
he didnât return home until later that night. he had been thinking about what he had done all day, and it made him feel guilty for being that way towards you. you were his girlfriend. he loved you more than anybody else, and he managed to hurt your feelings because he was unable to control his very own. cyno hoped you wouldnât want to leave him. anxiety plagued him the entire day. he wondered if he would return back to you and find that you deserted the home you two stayed in.Â
much to his relief, you were lying in bed. you were turned on your side that was facing the window which exposed the vast desert outside. he sat down beside you and watched as your eyes fluttered open at the sudden weight taking over the bed.Â
âiâm sorry..â cyno whispered, looking down at you with amber eyes.Â
you sat up, crossing your legs on the mattress. you didnât think he would come back being so apologetic, but you couldnât help but forgive him. it did hurt your feelings a lot, but he was dealing with so much. it didnât excuse what he did, but you two never fight. he wasnât argumentative everyday. âitâs okay.. i just felt like shit for bothering you. i should have considered your schedule..â you didnât want to look at him, but he tilted your chin to look into your eyes.Â
cyno leaned in and hugged you, which took you by surprise. âno need.. i was an asshole for not controlling myself. you didnât deserve any of that..â he squeezed your body. âi love you.. i hope you can forgive me.â
your hand rested on his shoulder blade. his skin felt warm from the blazing heat of the sun that he was under constantly. âi love you too..â you spoke. âi can forgive you, no worries.â
⥠KAEYA
you and kaeya had been dating for quite a while. since you were his girlfriend, there were some things that you needed to get accustomed to in the relationship.
especially kaeyaâs drinking habit.
you didnât mind that he would go off to the bars some nights to have a few drinks with his friends. hell, you did it a few times yourself with your own friends, but it became an issue when he would come late to your dates due to him being hungover the next day. you knew he couldnât help but sleep an extra hour or two through the morning, but it had happened a few times and it led up to an argument occurring between you. you claimed it was a bother to you and he wasnât being considerate of your time and energy.
what made it worse was kaeya usually was the one to make these plans, so for him to just not show up, it felt unfair to you. if he knew he was going to drink a lot, why would he continue to make plans with you the next day? it didnât make any sense to you whatsoever, and you were tired of him either not showing up or having to go to his house to wake him up.
when you stormed out of his house and the door slammed behind you, kaeya felt immediate regret plaguing his chest. he did everything for you in the relationship and you did the same for him. he felt like he was an idiot for letting his drinking habits get a hold of your relationship. he didnât have a drinking problem by any means, but he knew when he had too much he wouldnât want to do anything the next day. you were right. it was unfair of him to miss out on spending quality time with you. he didnât want to make you feel unimportant or a second priority. kaeya loved you more than life itself. how could he hurt the one person he poured his heart and soul into?
he gave you a bit of time to blow off steam. he knew chasing after you could escalate things further, so he decided to leave you alone for the rest of the day. however, he wasnât about to let you both go to bed angry with each other.
so, when he showed up at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers, you were quite surprised. you didnât think kaeya would even bother making an effort to talk things through with you, but he was standing there with an apologetic expression. âcan we talk? i understand if not.. but i just donât want you going to bed pissed at me.â he clutched the flower stems in his hand, hoping you would hear him out.
you nodded your head, inviting him into your home and watching him step inside. kaeya then turned to face you, handing the flowers in your direction. they were your favorite, lamp grass. you loved the way they glowed in the dark. âkaeya.. iâm-â you started, taking the flowers from him.
âiâm sorry.. i didnât mean to keep missing out on our dates. i was a shitty boyfriend for keeping up with my behavior, and i shouldnât have been doing that in the first place.â he cut you off, shocking you. âi love you, (y/n), and i donât want you to think otherwise.â
you stood there for a few moments in silence. you werenât sure what to say to him, but you could sense his genuine energy in his voice. âi forgive you..â you said, lifting your eyes to meet his. âi donât want it to happen again, okay? i love to spend time with you and i donât wanna feel like you dislike my presence.â
he took your free hand into his, placing a soft kiss on the top of it. he had been a gentleman since day one and it seemed like that attribute of him never left his personality. âi love seeing you more than anybody else, please donât think youâre a burden. iâd do anything to spend any waking moment with you by my side, okay? i wonât ever do it again.â kaeya replied, stepping closer to where you were standing.
you smiled, pressing a kiss on the side of his cheek. he loved how soft your lips felt against his skin. âi appreciate that..â you sounded much happier, which relieved him.
kaeya wasnât going to do that ever again. he could never lose you, ever.
⥠WRIOTHESLEY
wriothesley was quite a busy man. it was something you knew you were signing up for when you started to date him a few months back. his job was tiring, exhausting even. he had a huge responsibility on his shoulders to carry, and sometimes it stressed him out more than he would like to admit.
it seemed like that stress began to reach its breaking point, because wriothesley hadnât been acting right over the last few days. you assumed he was just dealing with his job, so you decided to try and see if venting would have any relief to your boyfriend. you two had done it many times before when things got a little hectic in your personal lives. plus, you both trusted each other greatly. you didnât think he would have an issue with it.
well, you were wrong, unfortunately.
when you made the attempt to speak to your boyfriend about what was wrong, he had a serious attitude, and things escalated to you two both having a fight. you didnât like the way he was speaking to you and he was becoming upset with you for no reason at all. all you had asked him was if he wanted to talk, but it seemed like that question alone must have ruffled his feathers.Â
you two never fought, so this had completely blindsided you.
wriothesley then left for work, leaving you by yourself in the apartment you lived in. it wasnât your intention to make him angry with you. all you wanted to know was what was troubling him to make him feel so overwhelmed. that fact crept up on wriothesley immediately after he entered his office at the fortress. he shouldnât have snapped at you that way. it wasnât right, nor was it excusable. he was the one person who was supposed to make you happy, not hurt.
a few hours later, he returned home a lot earlier than usual. things were slow at the fortress, so he decided to leave early and try to patch things up with you. he found you sitting on the couch with a book in your hands, seemingly trying to read away what had happened earlier between you. you were a bit taken back to see him standing in front of you, but you didnât know what to say to him.Â
âiâm sorry.. i was out of line earlier.â he broke the silence between you. it was like popping a balloon. âi get it if youâre pissed at me.. i can give you space if youâd like.â
you sat there for a few moments. you closed the book in your hands and placed it on the wooden table in front of you. wriothesley was right. he shouldnât have been that much of an ass to you. you didnât deserve such treatment, but you loved him. he was never like that towards you and your friends had told you before that random fights are normal. âitâs okay.. i forgive you.â you replied, standing up to go in front of him. âplease.. just promise me you wonât do that again.âÂ
his hands went to cup your cheeks. his thumbs brushed against your smooth skin. you could see how guilty he felt for doing what he had done. âi promise.. i swear, (y/n), iâll never do that again. i could never hurt you like that, ever again.â he looked down at you with sincerity on his features.Â
you leaned in to hug him. wriothesley inhaled the fresh scent of your shampoo and felt immediately calmed from your touch. he loved you, dearly. he could never do that to you again and he vowed to never pull a stunt like that with you ever again.
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