#shakes this like a bag of temptations COME GET YALL TREATS

[blorbologist]

Cat’s Cradle, Chapter 15

Ch1 ... Ch14

Two more months.

Percy just has to survive two more months. Then the kittens will have homes and he can make a swift exit with what’s left of his heart. Or maybe even sooner: Vax’ildan and Keyleth will not be gone forever. And the kittens only need a few more weeks of care until Curio and Vex can handle themselves without him.

Finding excuses to stay is almost trivial, is the trouble. Namely Vex’s long hours - he’s not sure she’d remember to eat if not for Trinket whining at her heels. There’s some matzo ball soup from Pike waiting to be warmed on the stove once the animals - good gods, a dog and a cat and six kittens - are cared for.

She only just got home, not even taking the time to shuck her jacket before finding him, preparing a bottle of her own and coaxing one of the kittens to feed. 

(The turquoise dress and dark leather jacket is criminally good looking. Wow, legs.)

“There’s a good darling,” she murmurs, eyes a starlit darkness as Spanner latches and drinks obnoxiously loudly. Ratchet, by comparison, is quieter, pawing at the air in front of her with tiny talons.

Vex leans heavily into Percy’s side, the last rags of her perfume settling with the benign scents of a busy day. He has no idea how she can go from that to caring for something small, helpless - he would certainly need to sequester himself away from anything alive for an hour or three. 

She pokes his flank with an elbow. “Did I miss anything today?”

Percy hums. “Well,” he says, “I had a front-row seat to a gladiatorial battle today.”

The grin is infectious - her eyes fight to stay on task. “Oh?”

“Mmmmhm - I’d almost call it a fight club. Terribly unclouth ear-biting. Slow-motion rabbit-kicks.”

“And who were the little champions?” Vex’s finger draws over the tiny black spine - Spanner’s tail shoots up and she leans into the touch. “Was it you, darling? I bet it was you.”

His chuckle feels punched out of him, of its own accord. Gods. “Actually - it was the twins and Velcro.”

She loses some battle and glances at him sidelong. It feels like victory, until he realizes it’s a trap. “Nuts and Bolts?”

Percy groans. “We are not having this discussion again.”

“Why not?” He should freeze when Vex snickers, falling further into his side. Not relax into it, the warmth of her cheek so close. She blinks and he can feel it.

Ratchet - not Bolts - churrs, gumming the bottle’s nipple more lazily. Her little mouth is caked in formula, little head lolling back in contentment. Perfect timing - he owes her one.

Percy clears his throat. Pulls himself away. It’s like slowly submerging his head in cold water. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no - I’m -” Vex bites her lip. Percy studiously does not look at her as he wipes the kitten’s mouth, puts her back, refills the bottle for the next hellion. He swears he hears her voice quaver: “That’s on me. Friends, right?”

Weeks, months? How the hell is he going to survive another day?

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“Curio, what am I going to do?”

The cat in question has nothing to say about it. Which is very fair - Percy is hardly expecting her to respond. He’s supposed to habituate her to human voices and proximity again. With his last few emails sent and laptop sitting closed on the tiles, and Vex not due home for another two hours, he figures Curio is as good a confidant as any.

It remains that he is sitting in the tub as though it’s a therapist’s couch (without his shoes on, he’s no monster) and going over his troubles to a cat. She’s already listened to him bemoan taxes and gush about her babies while devouring the plate of chicken he’d left nearby. Now she’s hiding somewhere - maybe in the shower curtains, or in her kennel, or behind the sink. Hard to tell from this angle. 

So Percy keeps talking, mapping cracks in the tile. “We agreed to keep it platonic. But it’s not, it’s very clearly not, and I refuse to overstep and make her uncomfortable.”

Fuck, it makes him uncomfortable - just how badly he wants to hold her and tell her a thousand juvenile, stupid things. 

(Maybe he wants to be out of his comfort zone. Sweat a little, because Vex is - Vex is worth it. And he can wait, and live with these scraps he steals if it all amounts to what they had before.)

“Regardless of my feelings.” He swallows hard. Digs his gaze into a missing corner of ceramic. “Regardless - she deserves better. You know I was a complete wreck the day you - when you and your littlest joined us? And I stay up late, too scared to close my eyes. That they - and you, and her - might all be gone or worse when I open them.”

Percy sighs. “Why can’t I just fix me? Work as intended? This - all this pinning - is so complicated.”

The rasp of carpet - so she was curled behind the toilet, then.

“I’m sure you never had to deal with this,” he grumbles. “Just find a tom or two and never think about the ordeal again. And never will, again, now that you’re spayed.”

Pat-pat-pat, and a soft thunk. Eyes bluer than he can imagine lock with his.

“Oh.” 

Curio stands awkwardly on the lip of the bath, three legs somewhat splayed for balance on the smooth surface. Her ears form delicate little wings, unsure but not scared. 

Slowly, hardly daring to breathe, Percy paws for the treats kept on hand for this miracle. And extends his open hand and offering to the molly. 

Only briefly does she sniff before dipping her head to - 

he was going to call it delicately nibble, but she absolutely scarfs down the treats with a mumbly growl. It’s hilarious, and dismisses his heavy heart with ease.

And then - and then she stretches her neck out, sniffing along his wrist. Tentatively, he walks his fingers under her chin.

She leans into it, eyes squinting.

“There’s a good girl,” Percy breathes, an open-mouthed smile robbing him of breath.

Curio purrs.

Vex finds him, later, in the bathtub with Curio in his lap. Unfortunately her appearance causes the cat to scrabble for cover, drawing clawmarks even through his pants - but it’s fine, it’s fine Vex, really -

really, it is.

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“Hail to the returning hero,” Percy cheers. Vex has to take a moment to draw soak hair away from her eyes to see him properly, at which she cackles. 

“Percy! What did you do?”

Torn between an understatement and overexplaining, Percival settles instead for pilfering her coat, sauntering off to toss it in the dryer. On the way back he lobs a towel at her head - she loathes leaving her hair wet. 

He trusts Vex can deduce his schemes well enough by the evidence assembled: candles crowning surfaces out of Trinket-wagging range, nice linens and cutlery at the tiny table, his own pressed dress shirt and dark jacket, and the smell of roast vegetables, mashed potatoes and steak wafting from where they remain, warm and safe from the dog, in the kitchen

Cooking is just chemistry you can eat - or, that’s what his mother had told him to convince a young Percy to help out in the kitchen. After that it became a struggle to pry him away from the oven for seven months. Though the special interest had faded, much of the knowledge was baked in. Pun intended.

Today was her last long day before her hours returned to normal. Not that it was a given, but it was in writing, and from his understanding Vex had schmoozed and socialized well enough to potentially be looking at a more lucrative, less time-consuming, job offer. She could afford to say no, thankyou. And that was worth celebrating.

Percy grins sheepishly. “I might have cooked another, without any seasoning, for the four legged legion.”

She’s said it a thousand times before, and so she says it again: “You’re spoiling them, darling.” Which is true - it’s a welcome surprise, how often thoughts of simple joys to share with Trinket and the cats strike him. How easily he caves to the whims. 

No surprise, really. Spoiled, Vex says, of a steak divided eight ways to her feast, to her wine, to him. All for her.

“Besides - the kittens can’t eat solid food for some weeks yet, Percy.”

Well - shit.

[bitchiswild]

Pervert

G!P Karina x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.7 k

Warning: unprotected sex, slight choking,possessiveness, reader being a major pervert

A/n: hai 😝imma disappear after this again… sorry! i do miss yall tho!!!😩 smut is whatever tho not my best!! Fyi!!!

Requested

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“Y/N!” Karina burst into the backstage area, panting heavily. She was supposed to be on stage in minutes, but a button on her shirt had popped off, leaving her in desperate need of a quick fix. And that meant she needed you—her stylist and dresser—to save the day.

Being Karina’s stylist had its ups and downs. On the plus side, she was incredibly kind, treated you with respect, and trusted your judgment completely when it came to her outfits. She made you feel like an essential part of her team, always listening to your suggestions and appreciating your work.

But there was also a downside—though you couldn’t exactly call it a ‘con.’ You had a hard time keeping your eyes off her, especially when dressing her. Your job gave you the perfect excuse to admire her body up close, particularly her chest, and you often found yourself getting lost in those moments. It didn’t help that Karina seemed to enjoy teasing you, flirting just enough to make your heart race.

It wasn’t really your fault, you reasoned. How could anyone blame you when Karina was standing right in front of you, practically glowing? And seriously—have you seen Karina?

You quickly grabbed your bag of sewing supplies and rushed over to Karina, ready to fix the button. As you got closer, she watched you with an expectant gaze, her eyes slightly hooded in a way that made you gulp. Despite the nerves bubbling up inside, you reminded yourself that you had a job to do.

Standing in front of her, you found yourself face-to-face with her chest, her curves mere inches from your own. It was like a dream come true, being this close to her, but you forced yourself to focus on the task at hand. You began to sew the button back onto her shirt, trying to ignore the warmth radiating from her body and the way your hands trembled slightly.

As you worked, Karina lifted a hand and gently caressed your head. “That’s it, Y/N, you’re so good at this,” she murmured, her voice soft and almost sultry.

Your hands started to shake even more. Why did that sound so hot? Your heart raced at her innocent praise, though you knew you were only doing your job. But then again, Karina had a way of making everything she said feel like a tease, and her casual praise had always made your heart flutter.

Once you finished sewing the button back in place, you couldn't resist the temptation. You purposely let your hand graze against her boobs as you pulled away, feigning innocence. “All right! You’re all fixed up! You gotta head back on stage, Jimin,” you said, flashing her a wide-eyed, innocent look as if nothing had happened.

Karina stared at you for a moment, clearly not fooled. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. “Thank you, Y/nnie,” she replied, her voice dripping with playful intent. Before you could respond, she winked at you and rushed off to the stage.

That wink nearly made your legs give out. You knew she was fully aware of the effect she had on you—how could she not be? And yet, there was something thrilling about the whole thing. The way she teased you, the way she knew exactly how to push your buttons, and the way you secretly loved every second of it.

Why did you enjoy it so much? Maybe it was because, in those fleeting moments, it felt like you were sharing a secret game that only the two of you understood.

You watched from backstage as Karina and the girls performed, completely mesmerized by their talent. As always, they were incredible—their vocals flawless, their dances sharp and synchronized. They were aces at what they did, captivating the entire audience with ease.

The show was nearly over, which meant it was time for you to prepare Karina’s going-home outfit. But with Aeri’s stylist absent today, you were also covering for her, adding a bit more pressure to your workload.

As the girls wrapped up their final number, they still had to greet the VIP fans who’d stayed for the after-show. But before they could do that, Aeri came rushing over to you, her face showing a mix of urgency and concern. “Y/N, the strap on my top just broke!” she exclaimed, holding up the loose fabric.

You heard her, but for a split second, your attention was completely elsewhere—specifically, on her chest. You couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way the broken strap left her top barely clinging to her body. It was only a moment, but you snapped out of it quickly, hoping Aeri hadn’t noticed your wandering eyes.

But someone else had noticed—Karina. From across the room, her gaze was locked on you, and the sight of you staring at Aeri’s chest sparked something inside her. Jealousy. It was subtle, but unmistakable. She knew exactly what was going through your mind, and it lit a fire in her that she couldn’t ignore.

You quickly focused on fixing Aeri’s top, your hands working with practiced efficiency. Once the strap was secured, she flashed you a grateful smile and rushed off to greet her fans. You breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have handled the situation without further incident.

But your relief was short-lived. As Aeri mingled with her fans, Karina, having just finished thanking her own, made a beeline straight for you. Her steps were purposeful, and you could tell by the way she moved that she had something on her mind.

“Y/N,” Karina said firmly, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Your heart dropped at the sound of her voice. Was she angry? Had you been too obvious? You hadn’t meant to stare, but it was right there in front of you—it had been impossible to resist. You swallowed nervously. “Y-Yeah?” you replied timidly, unsure of what was coming next.

“I saw you,” Karina stated, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“Huh?” you responded, trying to play dumb, but your voice wavered.

“I saw you staring at Aeri’s tits,” Karina continued, her eyebrows arched and her arms crossed over her chest.

Your face flushed with embarrassment, heat rushing to your cheeks. “I-I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” you pleaded, panic setting in. The last thing you wanted was to upset Karina.

She stared at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, in one swift motion, she reached out and gripped your jaw, pulling you closer to her. Her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “The only tits you’re allowed to look at are mine,” Karina said firmly, her voice low and commanding.

Your jaw dropped at her words, shock rendering you speechless. Your face turned an even deeper shade of red as you processed what she’d just said. “I-I…” you stammered, completely at a loss for words. Your heart pounded in your chest, so loud you could almost hear it in your ears.

Karina’s grip on your jaw softened, but her gaze remained locked on you, waiting for a response. You could barely think, let alone speak, your mind racing with a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and something else—something that made your pulse quicken in a way you hadn’t expected.

Karina’s hands slid down from your jaw, gripping your waist as she pulled you closer to her. Her lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “I see the way you look at me,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “I see the way you look at my body. You want me, don’t you, Y/N?”

You gulped, unable to trust your voice to respond. The intensity of the moment left you speechless, your mind racing with a mixture of desire and disbelief.

Karina’s breath was warm against your ear as she continued, “Because I want you so bad.” Her words sent a jolt through your body, and before you could fully process what was happening, she grabbed your hands, guiding them to her chest. She pressed your hands against her breasts, forcing you to grip them.

A soft sigh escaped Karina’s lips, and the sound made your knees weak. You let out a quiet whimper, the sensation of her body against yours overwhelming your senses. The boundary between what was real and what you’d only dreamed about was quickly dissolving, and all you could do was hold on, completely captivated by her.

Karina's hands began to move over yours, her touch sending electric currents through your body. You sighed at the sensation, your heart racing, and the pulse between your legs intensified with every moment. You wanted Karina so badly it hurt.

Her other hand slid down, guiding your hand to her crotch. “You feel that, Y/N? You do this to me. You make me so hard,” Karina groaned into your ear, her voice thick with desire. The sound sent a shiver down your spine, and your eyes locked onto hers, hooded and dilated with lust. You wanted nothing more than to kiss her, to close the distance between you.

Just as you began to lean in, there was a sudden knock at the door, startling you both. You jumped apart, the heat of the moment dissipating as reality crashed back in. Karina quickly turned away to change while you tried to collect yourself, your mind still reeling from what had just happened.

You opened the door to find Aeri standing there again. Before you could stop yourself, your eyes flickered down to her chest before quickly snapping back up. “Uh, sorry, just checking if your strap is holding up,” you said nervously, trying to cover your slip with a nervous chuckle.

Aeri chuckled in return. “Y/N, you’re a pro at sewing—it’s going to hold up just fine,” she reassured you before casually pulling off her shirt in front of you, leaving you momentarily speechless as your jaw dropped slightly.

“Where’s my going-home outfit?” Aeri asked, looking around the room as if she hadn’t just rendered you completely speechless. Your eyes remained glued to her chest, unable to tear yourself away.

Karina, now fully dressed, caught you staring and the jealousy in her eyes was unmistakable. “Y/N!” she snapped, her voice cutting through your daze and jolting you back to reality. You scrambled to find Aeri’s clothes, your hands fumbling as you handed them over to her.

“Here you go, Aeri,” you said sheepishly, feeling more than a little embarrassed. Aeri flashed you a cheesy smile before heading off to change, leaving you alone with Karina.

“What did I just tell you?” Karina’s voice was sharp, dripping with jealousy.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” you whimpered, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you.

“You’re such a fucking perv, Y/N,” Karina spat, her words like a punch to the gut. Your heart dropped, and you felt tears springing to your eyes. “Karina, I’m sorry! Please don’t tell anyone—I promise I’ll stop!” you pleaded, your voice trembling with desperation.

Karina’s expression softened for a moment, but there was a glint in her eyes that told you she was enjoying this—enjoying the power she held over you. Seeing you cry, seeing you so vulnerable, seemed to give her a twisted sense of satisfaction.

“I’m going to put you in your place, Y/N. The only person you’re allowed to stare at is me,” Karina said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument.

“But—” you began to protest, your voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty.

“No buts,” Karina cut you off, her tone brooking no disagreement. “I better see you in my hotel room later, Y/N. Or so help me, I’ll make sure everyone knows about your little habit.” Her threat hung heavily in the air, a sharp reminder of the power she held over you.

You nodded quickly, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. “O-Okay,” you stammered, unable to look her in the eye.

Karina’s eyes held a steely resolve as she turned away, leaving you to grapple with the weight of her words.

You arrived at the hotel with a mix of anxiety and anticipation, your mind racing as you navigated through the lobby. Karina’s threat still echoed in your ears, and you couldn't shake the nervous energy that had settled in your stomach.

When you reached her door, you took a deep breath and knocked. The sound echoed through the hallway, amplifying your nerves. Moments later, Karina opened the door, her expression a mix of curiosity and determination.

“Come in,” she said, her tone firm but with a hint of anticipation.

You stepped inside, your heart racing. The room was tastefully decorated, and Karina was already in casual clothes, having changed out of her stage outfit. She gestured for you to sit on the couch while she moved to the other side of the room, giving you a moment to gather your thoughts.

“Did you think about what I said?” Karina asked, her voice carrying an undercurrent of authority.

You nodded, feeling your face flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “Yes, I did.”

Karina’s gaze was intense as she walked towards you, her movements deliberate. “Good. Because tonight, I want to make sure you understand just who you’re allowed to look at,” she said, her voice low and steady.

She sat down next to you on the couch, close enough that you could feel the warmth of her body. “I’m going to show you exactly what I mean,” she continued, her eyes locked on yours. “And I want you to remember this moment, Y/N. Remember who has control here.”

As she spoke, Karina’s hand reached out to gently touch your arm, her touch sending a shiver through you. She leaned in slightly, her lips almost brushing against your ear as she whispered, “You’re mine tonight. Don’t forget it.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of her words sinking in. “I won’t forget,” you promised, your voice barely above a whisper.

Karina smiled, a mixture of satisfaction and desire in her eyes. “Good,” she said, her hand moving from your arm to gently cup your cheek. “Now, let’s make sure you remember who you belong to.”

Without breaking eye contact, Karina guided you gently but firmly onto the bed. The sudden shift from the couch to the soft surface of the bed intensified the electricity in the room. You looked up at her, your heart pounding with anticipation and a touch of nervousness.

Karina followed you, her movements confident and assured. She positioned herself above you, her body pressing down against yours as she straddled your hips. Her eyes were dark with desire, and she leaned in close, her breath warm against your skin.

“Do you understand now?” Karina whispered, her lips almost brushing yours. Her hands explored your sides, her touch both tender and possessive. She paused, her gaze intense and searching.

You nodded, unable to find your voice, overwhelmed by the proximity of her body and the heat of the moment. The weight of her presence was exhilarating, and you could feel every touch, every movement acutely.

Karina’s hands roamed gently over your body, her fingers tracing along your curves with a mix of tenderness and assertiveness.

Karina’s hands gently gripped the bottom of your shirt, lifting it slowly as her eyes locked with yours. The intensity in her gaze made your breath catch, and you let out a shaky sigh. Her movements were deliberate, filled with an almost tangible anticipation.

Once your shirt was off, Karina’s hands continued their journey, her fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants. She pulled them down slowly, her eyes never leaving yours, and you felt a rush of vulnerability and excitement.

Karina stood back up, her hands moving to your bra strap. She looked at you with a question in her eyes, seeking permission, which you gave with a slight nod. As she removed your bra, a low groan escaped her lips at the sight. The sound was both appreciative and possessive.

Karina’s hands roamed gently over your body, her touch exploratory and tender. As she leaned down, she placed a soft, lingering kiss on your chest. The warmth of her lips and the sensation of her touch created a mix of anticipation and comfort.

Her kisses deepened as she began to suck on your tits, each movement both electrifying and soothing. Her gentle touch with the intensity of her sucking left you breathless, your arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and you arched your back into her touch,

Karina’s right hand slid down to your lower body, her touch teasing and gentle as she made contact with your clit. Your breath catching in a gasp of pleasure. “Fuck Karina,” you whimpered, your voice filled with a mix of need and desperation.

“What is it, baby?” Karina’s voice was a low murmur against your chest, full of urgency.

“I need you,” you gasped out, your fingers gripping her hair as she continued to kiss and caress you with a desperate intensity. Her touch was relentless, making every sensation more acute. In one quick motion, Karina pulled off your panties, leaving you exposed. She swiftly followed, and you couldn’t help but let your gaze roam over her body.

“That’s it, baby. Look at me. I want you to focus on me and no one else,” she said firmly, her tone commanding.

Your eyes dropped to her body, and the sight of hergrowing cock made your breath hitch. The thought of feeling her inside you, was nearly overwhelming.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me,” Karina said as her fingers explored you. Her touch made you shiver, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Karina started moving her member against you. Each stroke slid smoothly against your dripping wetness. You could feel the slickness drip down you as her member glided against your soaked crotch, each movement adding to the pleasure driving you both wild.

The tip of her member brushed against your opening. “You’re mine, Y/N,” Karina whispered with a possessive edge. With that, she slid into you, filling you up with a deep, satisfying pressure. The sensation of her moving inside you was intense, and you could feel every shift and thrust.

You gasped at the overwhelming sensation, a mix of pleasure and surprise escaping your lips. “Oh my god,” you moaned, gripping Karina’s back tightly.

Karina responded by kissing your neck, her lips leaving possessive marks as a reminder of your connection. The room echoed with the sounds of your movements, each thrust from Karina purposeful and deep. Her grip on your hips was firm, guiding you to match her rhythm. “You’re mine, Y/N,” Karina groaned, her hands moving to your neck, adding to the intensity.

Her thrusts grew harder and more deliberate, each motion pushing deeper inside you. The sensation was intense, with every thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. You could feel the pressure building with each movement. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, your body on edge.

Karina’s hands left your neck and moved down to your clit, rubbing it quickly and skillfully. “That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock. Squeeze me with your tight cunt,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. “God, Karina,” you cried out, letting the wave of your orgasm wash over you.

Your body tightened around her, your slit gripping her member so tightly that the pressure and sensation made it difficult for her to move, but the pleasure was undeniable. Karina’s breathing grew heavier as she neared her own climax. “God baby you’re so tight” She groaned out.

With a final, deep thrust, Karina’s orgasm hit, and she filled you completely, the sensation of her release made you shiver against her.

As the intensity of the moment faded, Karina’s breathing gradually slowed. She gently pulled away, her movements tender and careful. Her eyes, filled with a mix of satisfaction and affection, met yours.

Karina brushed a strand of hair away from your face, her touch soft and soothing. “You did so well,” she murmured, her voice warm and reassuring. She helped you adjust your position, ensuring you were comfortable and relaxed.

Gently, she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close in a comforting embrace. Her fingers traced soothing patterns on your skin, and she pressed a series of soft kisses to your forehead and cheek.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice full of concern as she checked in with you. Her eyes searched yours, wanting to make sure you felt good both physically and emotionally.

You nodded, feeling the warmth of her care and the afterglow of your shared experience. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you replied, your voice filled with gratitude.

Karina smiled and continued to hold you, her presence a calming reassurance. She fetched a warm cloth and gently cleaned you up, her touch gentle and attentive. As she worked, she stayed close, her touch and gaze conveying her affection and commitment to making sure you were well.

The room was quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of your breathing and Karina’s comforting presence.

Karina chuckled softly as she looked at you with a playful glint in her eye. “You’re gonna hate what I did to your neck,” she said, her tone light but mischievous.

You stared at her, puzzled, before slowly getting up to head to the bathroom. Your heart raced as you approached the mirror, curiosity mixed with a touch of apprehension.

When you finally looked in the mirror, you saw the marks Karina had left on your neck. The dark, hickeys were a clear reminder of the intensity of your time together. “Karina!” you exclaimed, your voice a mix of surprise and embarrassment.

Karina’s laughter was soft but warm, her eyes twinkling as she joined you in the bathroom. “I just wanted to make sure you remember who you belong to,” she said with a grin, her tone affectionate despite the teasing.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, despite the shock. “Well, mission accomplished,” you said, shaking your head. “I guess I’ll be wearing high collars for a while.”

Karina reached out and gently touched your arm, her expression softening. “I’m sorry if I went a bit overboard,” she said, her voice sincere. “I just got carried away.”

You smiled at her, feeling a deep sense of affection and connection. “It’s okay,” you replied. “I like it”

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[little-dragon-stories]

Damage done  Part 4 (end)

One time… You did it only once and it happened to break Jiyong’s heart. If at least you had confessed immediately the truth to him. If you hadn’t let your feelings get into the story, maybe you could be happy today. But you loved each other intensely and you betrayed him. 

Pairing:  female reader and Jiyong

W.C  2668

Warning: Angst (happy ending?? Not sure yet!). Deep sadness, alcohol (don’t drink and drive yall), broken heart Jiyong, bad words, what else? 

Read the warnings before each part please. 

One week later 

Jiyong POV

He was pissed, sad, hurt. He was not able to put into words exactly what he was feeling, being all messed up. The only thing that he was sure about is that he missed you like crazy.  He couldn’t believe that during all those moments you spent together, he never realised that you were playing a game. How could he let himself swallowed so quickly by your relationship? He was always playing safe around people that he didn’t know. Usually. That was before you.

The only thing he wanted to do right now was sleep until he forget everything. From your smile to all your cute habits, from the tone of your voice to the sensation of your fingertips on his skin. How it felt to have you in his arms. To wake up with you against him, laying on him almost all the time you slept together.  He wanted to forget every single detail.  Maybe that way, he would be happy again.  If he’s being completely honest with himself, the fact that he still loves you after 2 years, that he was never able to forget you made him feel miserable and weak. He wished he was stronger. He, admired by his fans for being free and independent, unable to forget a woman with whom he has only shared seven weeks of his life. Those 7 weeks were remarkable for sure. Never before has he felt so alive, free, loved and happy. There must be an honest version of you, right? Someone just like you but who’s not a liar and a hypocrite. 

But were you really a hypocrite? 

Your POV

It’s been a whole week since you tried to fix things with Jiyong. Only a week. You spent at least three full days rolled in a blanket on your bed and if it hadn’t been for your friend Jae Min, you would have never come out from under the comforter. Last time that you bed in like that, it was with Jiyong and it was for better reasons. 

Seeing him again after all this time has completely turned you upside down. You felt like you’ve regressed and relived the pain you experienced two years ago. Strangely, the scars didn’t take long to reopen. You’re gonna have to be strong. You survived the separation once, you’re gonna have to survive “this”, whatever it’s called. You will do it like a pro.

You will start this by going out tonight. You have new friends now and they are actually really amazing. They are caring and kind, nothing like the friendship you have known until you met them. Tonight you will go for a karaoke night with them. What an extraordinary way to “start” your new life.

Jiyong’s POV

It was 3am when he heard the knock on the door. He was about to fall asleep but couldn't for some reasons. The day was hectic therefore he thought that he would easily sleep. He was wrong. He stood up and went to the door. He opened it as soon as he realised you were the one knocking. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk” you said fiercely. 

“I have nothing to say to you. I thought I told you I didn’t want to see you again”.

“I don’t give a shit about what you said Kwon Jiyong. I need to talk to you and I will do it, you own me that”

“I owe you shit” he replied abruptly.

“What’s the problem baby?” You heard a feminine voice say. She came out of the bedroom with only a drape around her naked body. She was long and delicate, physically perfect.

“Girl, can you get dress and let me alone. I need to talk to my ex-girlfriend in private”

“Oooh” she came closer and looked at you from head to toe. “Are you Y/n?”

“Yes, why do you know my name?” She seemed sad, uncertain and quite bored.

“He says your name in his sleep, very often. Not to mention all the other times he’s done it at, let’s say, less opportune times”. She said, almost defeated.

“Mayeun, I would like you to get dress and go home now. I will call you tomorrow”

“Don’t bother calling me again Jiyong. I’m done trying to get to you. I am done trying to make you love me. I feel that you will never love anyone but yourself anyway”. While she was talking to him, Jiyong’s eyes never left yours. She quickly took her clothes and slammed the door on her way out. You waited a few seconds to make sure she wouldn’t come back.

“I am so done with you Kwon Jiyong. You told me that you hate me but it’s not the truth. She just proved it to me” You paused, making sure that you had his attention.

“Was it such a big deal? I made a bet, drunk, not knowing you… not knowing shit. Am I such a bad person? I made one single, only one fucking single mistake and you cannot forgive me. What are you afraid of?”

“I ain’t afraid of anything Y/n, certainly not of you”

“Liar. Even though you pretend that you are strong and fierce and so over me, you are just scared and you feel small inside. You’re shaking and you’re petrified. You’re just a coward Jiyong. I’m in love with a fucking coward”

“Watch your words Y/n. I won’t tolerate to be talk like that” Did he realize you just mentioned being in love with him? You continued.

“Last time you talked to me, you treated me like I was a garbage bag and you can’t tolerate me talking to you like that?” 

He took a few steps towards you and stopped when he was at a reasonable distance. Not too far because in your presence he cannot stand far but also not close enough to make the mistake of reaching out and grazing you. He couldn’t resist the temptation if he knew that just by reaching out, he could touch you. Saying that you seemed mad would have been an understatement. 

“You are weak Jiyong. I said I was sorry. I made a mistake and you decided that you would throw away all the love we had for each other like that. You are scared. No, you are petrified because you know too well that what we had was real and you don’t want to commit yourself.  You used the only pretext you had to throw me away”

“I want you to go now. Just leave. You are not welcome here anymore” you made no attempt to leave, you continued to talk.

“I’m sorry Jiyong but what you are doing right now with that poor girl is worse than what I did to you. Can’t you see it?”

“You’re protecting her now?”

“I’m just stating facts. You sleep with a girl that is clearly in love with you, she only wanted to be loved and you used her body to satisfy your physical needs. You’re selfish.You also want me to pay for something I’ve done without malice when you’re clearly taking advantage of an innocent woman knowing exactly what you are doing. You’ve become an arrogant and egocentric person and I am the one who hates you”

«I’m telling you y/n, one another word and you’ll regret it!»

«Really? Is that a sexual threat? Do you think that I will kneel down and ask you to punish me?»

«No, you were never good at this! Nayeum was better at this than you were»

You couldn't believe it! What was he trying to say? Was he really sexually comparing you and her? Was he really going that low? You laughed at this, much more hurt than you wanted to come off as.

«I don’t know what happened to you Ji, I don’t know why you became like that. But the man I knew was never egoistic or mean. The man I once loved was kind, caring, tender. You are the shadow of who I once loved. I am the one who got mistaken. Anyway...»

«I don’t know what you understood by my comment Y/n. I certainly didn’t mean that she was better than you. I just that she was into those kind of games when you weren’t»

«I never wanted to play a game with you. Never. If you were not satisfy sexu...»

“Stop it! I never said I wasn’t. You were there too, you know how good it was» You raised your hand in front of your face to signify that he can stop whatever he was saying.

«Ji… I came here today for a reason. I came to say goodbye. I am moving back to my home country»

He felt himself wobble. No! That cannot be true. You cannot go back to your country. Was it the last time he would see you? Was he the last chance he had to see your beautiful face? To perceive your smell even if it’s from a distance. To see those beautiful eyes and lips? No, he can’t accept that. He doesn’t want you to go. Despite his desire to keep you close to him forever, he heard his voice say:

«Have a safe flight back home, Korean men will be safer without you around»

«That’s all you have to say? Really?»

He didn’t answer. You turned your back and you took the few steps that separated you from the door, the tears threatening to flood your cheeks any second. Once again, you had the feeling that it was the last time you will ever see him. Before your hand touched the handle, you heard him ask

«When do you leave?»

«Next week»

«… »

Facing the door, because you couldn’t handle to see his face, you added:

«Goodbye Jiyong. I’m really sorry for the pain I caused you. I want you to know that my love for you was sincere and true, even though what I see now isn’t really lovable, I really loved you. Still do to be honest. Have a good life, be happy. You deserve to found happiness. I will always regret not being able to be the one who made you happy».

You opened the door, went out and closed it behind you. You didn’t look back. You didn’t want to see his sad eyes. You knew that he was used and betrayed by some of his ex girl friends. You knew why he felt betrayed to the bone like that. But you are nothing like these women who used his celebrity to have a name or his money. You made a fucking bet a night you were drunk, not feeling good. You still feel bad about it but at the same time, the second you kissed him, you knew he was the one. You both felt it. The bet was forgotten in no time and you managed to deal with his status and celebrity because he was worth it, so worth it. You were so in love with him and he felt the exact same. 

Pressing the elevator button, you let an endless sigh escape from your lips. You will heal, your scars will hurt less and you know it but tonight, it hurts like crazy. Suddenly, two powerful arms encircled your waist and you felt his nose against your hair. Closing your eyes, you wanted to believe that he was really behind you. You wanted to imagine that he came back to keep you from leaving. You would be willing to sacrifice everything you own to share one last week with him, one last day. You placed your hands on his and you felt his warmth against your cold fingers. It’s only when you heard his voice that you knew he was really behind you.

«Y/n… Stay please»

You felt his hands guiding you, he was turning you around. You were not able to look at him in the eyes, to look anywhere but down the floor. 

«I hate to be the reason of those tears, please stop crying it’s killing me»

You heard his tears in his voice, you knew he was crying too. Gathering your courage, you looked up at him and saw all the sadness of the world in his gaze. There he was again, the man that you knew. The sensitive, raw and true Jiyong. 

“What are you trying to say Ji?”

“That I forgive you. That I understand you never meant to hurt me. That I love you. I don’t want to spend another day without you. We lost too much time. Please, please… Don’t go”.

You were shocked. You didn’t know how to react. For 2 years, you wished he would say that and now that he says it, you were uncertain.

“You’re unbelievable!” is the only thing that you can think of telling him. 

“Y/n, you made me a better person, a better man. With you, I never felt more alive and less alone. I know you felt the same. I know you still love me. I was just scared that you didn’t love me anymore. I was scared that you didn’t want me anymore. You…”

“What? I would have spend my entire life with you and you know it”

He filled the distance between your  bodies and when you felt his chest against yours, you felt his heart beat loud and fast. 

«Jiyong… Ji...»

«I’m sorry baby… So sorry. I’m the one who was wrong but what the media said was so...»

You didn’t let him finished, your lips crashed against his.  It was animal, it was pure instinct. You needed to become one again with him. You needed to feel his skin against yours. At this point, you knew what he was gonna say, you saw it in his eyes. You knew why he acted like he did, why he felt more betrayed than he was in reality. You know it all because he told you the story of his life. The explanations, the excuses and the love declaration could wait. Now you only wanted to kiss, smell and caress him. You wanted to feel his skin against your hands, your nose and your tongue.

«Y/n baby, wait… I want to... make... things better...» he managed to say between your kisses.

«Ji, do you love me?»

«I never stop loving you»

«That’s all I need to know right now»

«I mean...»

«Shut up Jiyong» He froze.

«Yes maam»

Laughing out loud against his lips, you suddenly remember what he just said earlier.

«Ooooh! That’s why you told me she was better to obey than I was...» you said while your hands found their way to his zipper. You didn’t lose time to feel him in his clothes. It’s naked that you wanted to touch him, it’s his warmth that you needed.

«Well, you were a little bit, a tiny bit more dominant than I ever was and...»

You kissed those beautiful lips and went down to kiss his neck and collarbones. You had no time to lose. It’s when you heard the sound of the elevator that you realised where you were and stopped.

«Love… Let’s get inside before we make the tabloids once again. But I remember she was naked when I arrived so… » you closed the door of his apartment and turned to face him

«let’s get naked boy. You need a shower before I even touch you for real»

Before he could talk you grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. He helped you and get rid of it completely. He was beautiful, exquisite and for your eyes only. You were decided to keep it that way for the rest of your life.

«I don’t deserve you»

«That is true. You don’t» you teased «Ji, I don’t deserve you either my love»