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Lucy in 2.21 and 2.22
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Let Him Cook | h. j.
⸠synopsis: Your husband is making dinnerâ or at least, he would be if you werenât distracting himâŚ
⸠starring: hong joshua x reader
⸠word count: ~900 words
⸠general content: husband!joshua, kissing, need I say more youâre gonna read the fic anyway
⸠rating: TV-14
⸠authorâs note: co-written by @ashonheavenscloud in a game of frantic fanfic on the TRAIN??? if youâve read my fic Sugar Across The Hall, this reads as a pseudo-bonus scene.
⍠this fic has a soundtrack! too good by christian kuria works pretty well hehehe
"Baby, you should take a picture," Joshua chuckles, dicing the tomato on the cutting board with ease, "it'll last longer."
"But my phone is so far away," you whine playfully, stretching your arms on the raised counter akin to a cat as you watch your husband work, not offering much more than the occasional flirty quip and lopsided smile.
Joshua clicks his tongue with a playful smile. âGuess youâre out of luck, then.â He quickly finishes the tomatoes, moving onto the head of lettuce and expertly cutting the leaves into shredded pieces. You dramatically fall limp, making Joshua chuckle.
âReally, Iâm sure thereâs nothing special about me cutting ingredients for tacos.â
âNot my fault you look so sexy doing it.â
Joshua laughs softly, a light blush rising on his cheeks as he slides the shredded leaves into a bowl and sets the knife down, leaning over the counter and gazing at you.
"Is that why you've been watching me?" He asks coyly, rolling up his sleeves to his forearms again as they had slipped down. "And here I thought you were attempting to learn something-â
"Oh, but I did," you respond, sliding a little closer to him, watching his amused gaze slide across your face. âMostly that youâre a very talented chef. And I should buy you an apron and one of those white hats-â
âI think youâre just trying to butter me up so I cook for you more often.â
You gasp in fake astonishment. âThatâs cruel, Josh.â You slide closer, close enough that he has to look down at you to see the mischief in your irises. He freezes for a second, looking to the ceiling, perhaps to find his restraint.
"What's cruel," he says suddenly, seizing you by the thighs and heaving you up onto the counter with ease, "is you looking as good as you are knowing if I don't finish cooking, neither of us will eat tonight."
"Oh but I can think of one thing I could eat right now," you giggle, reaching for the back of his neck as he leans into you instinctively.
You can hear him slide the cutting board slightly out of his way as he settles between your open thighs, not wasting a second to lean close and steal a lingering kiss. You both sigh into it, and Joshuaâs smile widens as he runs his hands up your thighs and leans forward again, met halfway by your eagerness.
âSo this is what you were after the whole time, huh?â Joshua mumbles against your lips, hands moving to slip around your waist, hooking his fingers through the loops of your jeans. âSo much for loving my cooking.â
âNot my fault youâre so distracting,â you grin, earning another sigh, equal parts exasperated and adoring.
âYeah, yeah, câmere,â he pulls you closer, kisses you deeper, tugging at your bottom lip in a way that elicits a swarm of butterflies to take part in wild flight. His nose nudges yours, and you take the opportunity to pull away and look up at him, hands braced at the edge of the counter as you teasingly tilt your head to the side.
"Do you have any post-dinner plans, Mr. Hong?"
"Oh I do," he says, his voice an octave lower as he leans back in, "I'm going to be very busy."
He plants a long, deep kiss on your lips and travels west, trailing down your cheek. "I'm afraid there's a woman," he pauses to place another kiss, "and I just canât seem to stop thinking about her.â His lips find your jawline, your ear. âSheâs got thisâŚhold on me. Her smile, her laugh, herâŚâ his lips drift down your neck, hands moving to firmly grasp your waist as he pauses, nose brushing your throat. âHerâŚâ
His voice fades away, mouth finding the base of your neck and sucking slowly, forcing you to bite your bottom lip against a whine. Joshua leans back after a minute, leaving the new mark tingling as he meets your eyes with a gentle smile that juxtaposes the way his eyes roaming your body, the way he grabs your chin and guides your lips back to his.
âShe sounds like quite the woman,â you say through unsteady breaths, muffled before you can say much more by Joshuaâs mouth capturing yours, pressing his body into you, cutting you off with a gasp. It takes a minute for you to get another chance at speaking, and hardly that, as your breathing comes in shaky when he pulls back again, eyes still closed, lingering within a breath from your lips. âSheâs lucky to have someone as kind and sweet and-â
âGood at cooking?â Joshua suggests, making you giggle as he kisses your cheek again, once more trailing to the side as you nod slowly.
âThe best.â Your hands weave through his hair at the back of his head, forcing him to look back at you with dazed eyes and a smile.
âShe deserves it,â Joshua whispers, reaching to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. His mouth lifts further into a teasing grin. âShe might even convince me to skip right past dinner.â
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Fic: Fantasies You Hide
Fandom: Nikita
Pairing: Ari Tasarov x Nikita Mears (Nikari)
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 3 canon divergent AU where Ari survives and joins Division to serve as Nikitaâs partner. She is not romantically involved with Michael.
Summary: Nikita gets caught in a particularly intimate moment.Â
Authorâs Note: There is a fine line to toe when you want to veer more into spice. Originally I tried to write this out more graphically as a challenge, but I find that the more you describe, the quicker you can be thrown out of the moment that youâre trying to portray. So, with that in mind I did my best to make it clear what was going on without losing the romance and sensuality.Â
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Fantasies You Hide
            Nikita Mears did her best to hide the flush in her pretty features thanks to being in such close proximity to Ari Tasarov while they shared a cab after a mission together.Â
            It was her intention to keep things entirely professional now that they were partners. His turn against Gogol and joining the new version of Division that was being formed had been a welcome, ultimately pleasant surprise. He had already proven multiple times just how capable he was, and it fostered a deep trust between them.Â
            That trust was why she was so annoyed that her feelings were beginning to betray her. Even when they had been rivals, the attraction between them had been too palpable to fully ignore, but she had never given into it.Â
            Then she just had to go and fall hopelessly in love with him and keep it a secret.Â
            She glanced to the side to witness him peering out the car window, his strikingly handsome features illuminated by sunlight and filling her with longing.Â
            She was unable to hold back a sigh, which prompted her companion to look in her direction.Â
            âAre you all right?â Ariâs deep, alluring voice only served to cause Nikita more distress, because no, it wasnât enough that he was tall, gorgeous and had the most stunning blue eyes.Â
            âIâm fine, just tired,â the lie fell smoothly from her tongue.
            Her explanation wasnât quite enough to assuage the concern that crossed his face, his brows knitting together as he tilted his head and observed her. âMaybe I should come over later, check in on you.â
            His apartment happened to be only a couple doors down from hers.Â
            âThatâs not necessary,â she shook her head. âIâll get home, draw a bubble bath, and decompress. Iâll be back to my usual self in no time.â
            âStill; why donât I cook dinner for us later?â
            This was something she could easily agree to, as it was becoming a habit and Ari was practically a master chef.
            The rest of their trip was accompanied by companionable silence until they reached their destination.Â
            After a lengthy shower: Nikita emerged from her steam-filled bathroom, refreshed and happy to pad around her bedroom in her favorite, lavender-colored lace lingerie while she considered outfit choices.Â
            She settled on a simple black dress with a sweetheart neckline and cap sleeves, which she hung carefully on the hook on the back of her door. Then she pulled on some yoga pants and a soft tee to relax in.
            She glanced at her bedside clock. It would be another couple of hours before Ari was due to arrive, so she contemplated taking a nap.Â
            The operative sat on the edge of her bed and took a few minutes to scroll through some photos on her phone, finally pausing on a recent one the pair had taken while out on a mission in Paris.Â
            Her heart fluttered at how right they looked together. She truly was consumed by affection for the man, and it was probably time to do something about it.Â
            She could cautiously test the waters during dinner, imagining first a confession, which led to a kiss, which then led toâŚ
            Sighing wistfully, Nikita fell back on her bed, shutting her eyes and attempting to shove more sensual thoughts out of her head.Â
            There was nothing for it as her body began to react by instinct. Gooseflesh started to prickle at her arms, and a molten, liquid heat pooled at her core.
            She chewed at her lower lip and looked at her clock again. Surely there was enough time to indulge herself before the object of her affection arrived.Â
            She stood and shut her bedroom door, and then lay back down on the bed, shutting her eyes and letting her imagination wander.Â
            Warmth naturally began to build when she pictured Ari bared before her, her gaze tracking slowly over the lean yet sculpted form that he kept hidden beneath his clothes.Â
            Tentatively, she skimmed one hand under her shirt, wishing that it was his touch that traced over her increasingly sensitized skin.Â
            It truly wasnât enough because she wanted him, not some fantasy â even as she peeled off the layers that covered her when it became unbearable. Her own hands were far from a proper substitute, but she also couldnât fathom requesting this of him in reality. There was something pure and innocent to their relationship that she did not want to wreck. Not yet.
            She pretended that those soft lips were against her own while clever hands mapped out paths along her flesh, his striking eyes locking into hers while he properly made love to her in her mind.Â
            With a tormented sound, she arced into her own touch, panting when she thought of her loverâs talented mouth covering her bare skin with kisses, which only drove the heady lust within her further.Â
            She was close. So close.Â
            âNikita.â
            The rumble of his voice echoed in her head, and she smiled, moaning quietly. âYes, just like that.â
            âNikita?!â
She paused. Now he sounded just a little too real.Â
            Slowly, she turned her head to see Ari standing in the doorframe to her bedroom, his eyes wide and an extremely flustered expression on his face.Â
            Time seemed to stop altogether before her senses returned and she shrieked, hastily grabbing a blanket to cover herself. âWhy are you here so early?!â
            Wordlessly, he held up the key to her apartment.Â
            She winced, remembering that she had given him a spare for emergencies. âUm. ThisâŚthis isnât what it looks like.â
            âReally?â there was a husk to his tone as he found his voice again. âYou mean you werenât calling out my name while pleasuring yourself?â
            She blushed furiously. âNo?â
            âNikitaâŚâ oh god, he was drawing out the syllables of her name. That wouldnât make the desire sheâd worked up die down at all.Â
            To make matters worse, he undid the topmost button to his collar, offering her a glimpse of bare skin dusted with dark hair. He then inched carefully towards the bed. âPlease donât lie to me.â His gaze was stern, but not without the natural kindness that made her so wild about him in the first place.Â
            With a heavy sigh, she flopped back against the pillows. âAll right, look; Iâm head over heels in love with you and this was the only way that I could keep myself from tearing your clothes off the first opportunity I got and ruining our friendship for good. For the record, I did have the bedroom door closed.â
            He sat on the edge of the mattress next to her. âLet me see if Iâm understanding you correctly. You thought that a simple thing like us making love would ruin our friendship?â
            âItâs been that way for me before,â she confessed, twisting around and gathering the duvet closer to her chest as she allowed herself a leisurely stare. His handsome features were still rather flushed, similar to her own, and the tips of his ears were bright red, a sign of mortification she had picked up on thanks to their time together. âPlease donât be mad.â
            âI could never be mad at you,â he whispered, though she picked up on a hint of disappointment in his words.Â
            Gently, she reached out with the hand that hadnât been specifically occupied and gripped at his shirt sleeve. âIâm so sorry. This wasnât how I wanted you to find out.â
            He peered over at her, the look in his eyes reflecting emotions that made her breath catch.Â
            With slight hesitancy, Ari ducked his head to graze his mouth over Nikitaâs in an innocent kiss, one hand caressing lightly at her cheek.Â
            He pulled back just as gingerly, the ocean of his gaze searching hers.Â
            Desperate for more, she yanked him back by the collar of his shirt, her lips seeking his.Â
            His solid, warm form settled on top of hers after he blindly removed his shoes and socks, the embrace deepening and turning far more passionate the longer that it went on.Â
            She reached between them to undo the buttons to his top, her fingers delving beneath the crisp fabric to explore the perfect tone of his chest and stomach.
            He shrugged compliantly out of the garment when she shoved it down his shoulders, his lips straying to dart light, playful kisses along the slender column of her neck. âYou could have told me earlierâŚâ his breath feathered her throat. âSo you didnât have to deal with this on your own.â
            âDidnât know how.â
            âWell, I suppose Iâll just have to make up for lost time then,â he cast the blanket still covering her aside and set to task.
            A startled mewl tore from her throat when his elegant hands discovered her breasts, fiery kisses coasting over her shoulder as he thumbed over one deliberately.
            Her body reacted with instinct when he replaced his touch with the heat of his mouth, her back arching while her fingers threaded into his hair to ensure that he didnât stop what he was doing.
            She was unaware of the fact that he finished undressing till he was pressed flush against her and there could be no doubt about how much he desired her.Â
            Ari continued in his sensual attack, licking across her clavicle, and then moving down, further, and further until he paused right between her legs.Â
            It was then that he looked back up at her, for permission, and she committed the image of him to her memory before nodding rapidly in acquiescence.
            Her pulse leapt as he devoted himself to her pleasure, her world instantly shattering from the intensity of his appreciation.
            He didnât let up until she was completely satisfied, her entire body trembling as he brought her to a perfect release that definitely couldnât have been achieved on her own.Â
            Breathing heavily, Nikita threw her arms over her head and lay there, completely boneless.
            Ari crawled back up over her, nuzzling her nose tenderly and then bestowing a sweet kiss to her lips. âBetter?â
            âMuch,â she traced at the outline of his mouth with her tongue. âWhereâd you even learn â        Â
            He cut her off with a passionate embrace, his arms curling under her back to lift her against him. âIâm not giving away my secrets just yet.â
            She all but melted into him, hitching her legs over his waist, and kissing him back just as eagerly. âThatâs fine, but if I donât have you soon I might go crazy.â
            He definitely did not need to be enticed further and joined them with a fluid, decisive thrust.
            She grasped at his biceps tightly, crying out at the feeling of being one. He felt so perfect, as though without him she had not been entirely whole.Â
            They began to move, slow and steady at first, her hips canting to meet his while they found a proper rhythm.Â
            Over and over, they met in ardent kisses that mirrored their entangled bodies, grace giving over to a wild, untamable hunger.Â
            As they reached their pinnacle, Nikita clawed at Ariâs back, encouraging him to go faster till they fell over the proverbial edge, sated in every possible way.Â
            They made love several times throughout the early evening, until Ari finally convinced Nikita that they needed food and ventured into the kitchen to fix them something.Â
            He returned shortly with a tray full of sandwiches, which prompted her to arch her eyebrows significantly. âYou arenât feeding an army, you know.â
            The former Gogol agent smirked, carefully climbed back into bed, and placed the meal between them. âPerhaps not, but youâve proved rather insatiable, so I thought I should err on the side of caution.â
            âNow youâre just being mean,â she grumbled, smacking at his arm before grabbing a grilled cheese.Â
            He merely chuckled and then decided on his own sandwich.Â
            They ate, cuddled together beneath the covers, occasionally feeding each other bites and conversing quietly.Â
            Once they were finished, Ari took the remnants back to the kitchen, and she admired the view of him while she stretched out lazily over the mattress and waited for him to return.Â
            Completely at ease with his nudity, he moved to lay beside her when he came back, sliding one hand across her thigh and tracing over the phoenix tattoo that decorated her skin.Â
            Nikita shivered and curled closer, dragging her fingers through the hair on his chest.Â
            He gathered her into his embrace, ducking a kiss to her temple. âHow long?â
            âWhat?â
            âHow long have you harbored feelings for me?â
            She tilted her chin, easily losing herself in his gaze. âHonestly? Since we met. But it became a bigger issue after we became partners. I justâŚdidnât want make us complicated.â
            He brushed errant strands of hair away from her eyes before replying. âYou havenât complicated anything. In fact â Iâve loved you just as long.â
            Her heart cartwheeled in delight. âReally?â
            His answer was to kiss her soundly, which effectively communicated more than words could, the pair sinking back onto the blankets and letting those feelings take hold yet again.Â
The End
#nikari#ari x nikita#mine#mrsreginagold#fanfiction#ari tasarov#nikita mears#nikita 2010#otp: this is the life we've chosen#otp: enemy mine#peter outerbridge
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let me be your ruler.5
Warnings: guns, dubcon, noncon, fingering, treats.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Pairing: (dark!mob!) Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: You find more to worry about than just Peter.
Note: We get the long awaited update for mob Peter and I hope you like this twisted little chapter! Tomorrow Zemo and Wednesday the finale of Birch!Loki. Iâll try to keep up with Zemo and go back to an old series and try to pick away more at finish WIPs.
Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!
Please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3
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Peterâs intensity did not let up. If anything, he grew more insistent and more suffocating. After the pool, there was the bed, then the shower, then another romp that kept you from logging into your work email. You were sore and drained by the time you laid down, too exhausted to try to wriggle away from him as he joined you and kept his arm over you as you drifted off.
You woke to him drinking coffee and looking out at the lush property. He wore only a pair of short boxers, his muscles lined perfectly along his bent arm and firm stomach. You let out a soft breath and rolled onto your back.Â
Your thighs brushed together and made you squirm. You thought once he had his fun, he might let up. You could not predict this man in anything.
âYou want a coffee?â he asked as he turned away from the windows, âIâll send for one. Latte? Mocha?â
âMmmph,â you grumbled and sat up carefully.Â
Those cocktails went down too easy and added to the weight in your head and limbs. The alcohol made him bearable, made your new reality palatable. You were naked still. You held the sheet to your chest and he went to the dresser and pulled out the drawer with his free hand. He dangled the long camisole gown before you as he neared.
âI hate to cover such a pretty woman up but I think weâve exposed my staff to enough of our fun,â he held the thin straps over a single finger.
You reached for it and he drew it just away from your grasp. He bent and his dark eyes clung to yours, ânot a good morning kiss?â he taunted.
You leaned forward and pecked his lips. He purred and stood, draping the silk over your lap.
âSo, coffee?â he asked again.
âWith just a little milk,â you answered as you pulled on the nightgown and turned your legs over the edge of the bed. Every part of you was stiff, âthank you.â
âYouâre learning, princess,â he praised, âsuch sweet manners.â
You stood and crossed your arms. He chuckled and nudged your chin with his knuckle playfully. He pulled on a robe and knotted it loosely around his body. He went to the door and hit the button right beside the frame. A knock came shortly and he handed over his empty mug and requested one for you.
âI was thinking, weâd extend our stay a while,â he said as he turned back to the room, âI need a break from the city⌠but if youâre good, Iâll let you invite your friends. Theyâre nice girls.â
âIs that a suggestion or an order?â you asked dully.
âBoth,â he smirked at you as he came closer and wrapped his arms around you, âyouâre starting to get it, princess.â
You searched his face and held back a sigh. His brown eyes were smokey as his hands slipped down to your ass.
âIâll need them around to distract my guests,â he purred.
âGuests?â you turned your arms and planted them firmly against his chest as he bent to kiss your neck. He ignored you easily as he swayed you with him.
âI was woken up early by a call,â he spoke against your skin, his lips sending shivers through you, âwe got today and tomorrow, then those two goons will be joining us. I can get away butâŚâ he raised his head and ran his hands up your sides and along your arms, pulled them over his shoulders, âbusiness is business⌠we can still fit in a little play.â
You stiffened and swallowed. Your brows furrowed and you slanted your lips as you looked past him.
âYou mean Bucky?â
âAnd Steve,â he filled in, âyou donât get one without the other.â
âI thought you guys were all⌠sorted out,â you said quietly.
âAh, princess, you donât know the half of it,â he cooed, âletâs keep it that way. Better for everyone.â
You nodded. He was right, you knew whatever he did was unsavoury and you didnât need the details. You knew what he was capable of. A flash of fear went through you as you recalled the barrel of his gun pointed at you.
âI donât wanna do that again, princess,â he uttered as if he could read your mind, âso⌠letâs not. Give the girls a call.â
A tap came at the door and he parted. He opened it and took the mug from the servant and brought it to you. You took it as the scent promised to fend off the ache behind your eye. You sat in one of the upholstered chairs and took a cautious sip. He watched you with a grin and bit his lip.
âBetter finish that fast,â he warned, âcoffee stains donât come easy.â
You eyed him as he pushed open his robe and you saw the bulge twitch in his boxers. You kept your face placid, not wanting to provoke him. What exactly were you holding onto? He already had your whole life in the palm of his hand.
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Halle was more than overjoyed to accept your invitation but Molly passed as she wanted to hang out with Charlie. Desiree said it would be good for her as her co-worker turned out to be a total waste of time.Â
You hated that you were doing this to your own friends; using them as bait. Peter made it clear that they were welcome only on the condition that they could be an ends to his means. âTell them to bring bikinisâ, he insisted before you made the call.
Your second morning at the beach house was just as heavy as the first. The day before was filled with Peterâs incessant touching and another dip in the pool that ended in his delight. The staff was set to cleaning the pool once more in preparation of the guests. You were embarrassed as the servers, cleaners, and chef were all too aware of your activities.
Peter left you after a quick shower and you were thankful for the chance to wash on your own. He pecked your lips as he held his phone to his ear and squeezed your ass before he went.Â
You stood beneath the steamy stream of the faucet and melted beneath it. You came out slightly refreshed and wrapped yourself in a plush towel.
You went into the bedroom and sorted through the second drawer as you searched for something more comfortable than showy. There wasnât much you could categorize as practical. You heard the door creak and didnât look up as droplets cooled on your arms and you pulled a yellow sun dress out of the closet instead.
âThatâs a good colour for you,â the voice made you freeze and you glanced over at the open door.Â
You assumed it was Peter or the wind, but the man who filled the doorframe with his thick shoulders, made your chest tight. Bucky stood with his arm against the wood as he leaned nonchalantly and leered at you.
âWh-when did you get here?â you stuttered as you held your towel tight and shielded yourself with the dress.
âJust a couple minutes ago,â he smiled, âI was just looking for the bathroom butâŚâ he tilted his head as his voice trailed off and his eyes ventured down your body, â...think I found something better.â
âGet out,â you hissed, âor Iâll shout.â
âWhy? Iâm not doing anything⌠just watching,â his lips curled lasciviously, âand you are fun to watch.â
âWhat-- I said, get out, Bucky,â you snarled as you stomped over to him.
You pushed on his thick arm, the muscle firm as it peeked out from beneath his short-sleeve button-up. He didnât budge as he loomed over you.
âYour man likes to treat me like some errand boy. Sent me off to keep an eye on you. Boring, at first, all those months following you around to cafes and grocery stores,â he reached out and cradled your chin. You tried to pull away but he gripped your jaw firmly and held you in place, âbut those things you do when you think youâre all alone⌠I was tempted to lend a hand but⌠business.â
âDonât fucking touch me,â you grabbed his wrist and wrenched it away, âI donât know what the fuck youâre talking about--â
âThat little pink dildo, well, not very little is it?â he licked his bottom lip, âI thought he wouldâve told you. Heâs a careful man. He plans ahead. I respect that, at least.â
âGo!â you shoved him in mortification, âor Iâll scream right now and you know Peter wonât be happy--â
âCalm down, little girl,â he scoffed, âdonât get so worked up. Iâm not that stupidâŚâ he squared his jaw and raised a brow wryly, âbut he will get careless and Iâll still be watching.â
He winked and turned away slowly. You quickly closed the door as he retreated down the hallway and you locked it with a shaky hand. You staggered back blindly and sat heavily on the cushioned bench at the foot of the bed.
How long had Bucky been hounding you? How long had Peter had his eye on you? Your heart raced at the realisation of how deep in you truly were. You could deal with one, but two? You were well and truly fucked.
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You tried to hide in the bedroom until your friend arrived but Peter dragged you out to welcome his guests over breakfast by the pool. You sat quietly and picked at the fruit plate until they excused themselves for more business. You were grateful as you didnât miss Buckyâs fleeting looks.
Halle and Desiree arrived just after noon. The men were locked away in the parlor so you greeted them as they approached the walk, beach bags on their arms and rolling suitcases bouncing up the stones.
âOh my god, girl,â Halle chirped, âhe sent a car and everything.â
âThank god, my old piece of shit wouldnât have made it this far,â Desiree added, âoh, you look so good. I love that dress.â
âThanks,â you sniffed, âum, I hope you guys donât mind staying on the second floor. Peterâs staff just got the rooms ready--â
âStaff?â Halle swooned, âyou hooked in a real sugar daddy.â
âNo, I-- Halle,â you sneered, âitâs not--â
âIâm teasing,â she giggled, âbut come on, look at this place.â
âMm, well there is another hitch,â you said as you led them inside.
Two staff members approached and offered to take their bags. They gave you silent looks of amazement as they handed over their luggage and you rolled your eyes.
âSo, whatâs the hitch? Donât tell me the pools out of order,â Desiree whined.
âNo, poolâs just been cleaned, but⌠we have company,â you said tritely, âcouple of Peterâs⌠friends. Iâm sure they wonât bother you but--â
âAre they hot?â Halle asked.
âAre you serious?â you blinked.
âIâm so serious. I need to get laid. Bad.â
âAnd a stranger is the best choice for that?â you scoffed.
âIf heâs cute,â she shrugged.
âItâs an important question,â Desiree seconded, âI canât keep dating boys. You wonât believe what this asshole did.â
âI dunno,â you waved off the question, âhow about I show you around first and then we can get to all that later.â
âOoo, yes,â Halle clapped, âthis place is huge.â
âAlright, well, we canât go in the parlour right now but you wonât really be in there anyway,â you ushered them forward, âthe poolâs just through hereâŚâ
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When at last the girls were settled in, you waited by the pool as they went to change into their suits. You requested some drinks from the staff and thanked them profusely as you felt entirely out of place asking anything of them. The fruity margaritas were left on the round table as you sat in the middle of a lounger.
âUh, this place is gorgeous,â Halle declared as she came through the sliding doors, âoh my god, are those for us?â
You nodded as she swiped up a drink and sipped noisily from the straw. Desiree took her own but side-eyed Halle, âItâs barely one oâclock, slow down,â she chirped.
âItâs a vacation! Sort of. I had to use sick time for this so no Insta please,â Halle sang, âI canât wait to get in.â
She set down her glass and strode over to the pool. She slid out of her sandals and dipped her toes in. She surprised you as suddenly she dove in and sent up a splash of water. Desiree giggled as she swallowed her mouthful and placed her drink beside Halleâs and raced over to join her.
You dragged yourself to your feet and sat at the side of the pool with only your legs in the water.
âCome on, donât be such a party pooper,â Desiree splashed you.
âIâm not, Iâm just⌠all pooled out right now,â you shrugged, âyou guys have fun, Iâm just happy to have you here.â
It wasnât a lie. In those last two days when it was just you and Peter, you felt so completely isolated. Even if they were there to act as diversions, you were reassured to have a glimpse of your former life.
âYou ladies look like youâre having fun,â Peterâs voice startled you and you looked over your shoulder as he emerged from the house, âdrinking already?â He was dressed in his trunks already, âI hope you donât mind, the guys were hoping to hop in too.â
âThe guys,â Halle giggled.
âI told them we had company,â you assured Peter, âand uh, you know Halle, but this is Desiree.â
âA pleasure,â he said as he neared and sat beside you, âwhy arenât you in there with them?â
âI will get in, Iâm just⌠enjoying the sun.â
He hummed and put his hand over yours on the rim of the pool, âyou okay?â he lowered his voice.
You squinted at him and nodded. He didnât really care if you werenât okay. He was only telling you to start acting like it.
You heard the others before they appeared. Peter introduced them as they came out and the girls were all too happy to have them sink into the pool with them. Peter nudged you and you slipped over the edge and he quickly followed. He caught you as you broke the surface and held you to him.
âTheyâre getting along,â he intoned.
âI still donât get it,â you pressed against his chest as he waded you over to the other side of the pool, âwhy do you need them?â
âPart of the deal,â he said, âthey want some fun too.â
âWhat? You mean--â
âThe girls seem willing. Theyâre pretty enough and I wouldnât say Bucky or Steve are hideous,â Peter chuckled, âit works for everyone.â
âYouâre whoring out my friends for a deal?â you spat.
âNow, princess, watch it,â he curled his lip, âIâve been patient, havenât I?â he leaned into you and squished you between him and the wall of the pool, âif I was a worse man, Iâd just let them have a taste of you⌠but youâre mine,â he kissed you roughly and drew back, âand so long as you are, you will only be mine. Understood?â
You swallowed and nodded. He relaxed and kept his arm around you as he came parallel to the pool wall and floated beside you. Steve and Desiree were chattering as she came back to the pool with her drink and Halle gabbed on at Bucky but his eyes werenât on her. He smirked as he watched you and slowly dropped his gaze to your roommate.
âMaybe Bucky will chill out a little,â Peter grumbled as he pushed himself away from the side of the pool.
âMm, maybe,â you let him pull you with him as he waded around the middle of the pool.
âDonât worry so much,â he chided.
âHow can I not? I hardly know these men and these are my friends, Peter,â you hissed, âI shouldâve known.â
âAnd if you had, you still would have done what I said, princess,â he snipped, âwhy are you doing this? Everyoneâs having fun so join the party.â
You thinned your lips and forced a smile. His eyes narrowed and he latched onto your arm. He pulled you with him to the large round steps along the far corner and you tried not to slip as you climbed out of the water. The others were too distracted to notice and as you glanced back, you found Desiree with her tongue down Steveâs throat.
âYou donât wanna have fun with them,â Peter dragged you into the house, âthen we can have some of our own.â
âNot right now, Peter, please--â
âListen, princess,â he spun and pulled you to him, âyouâre not getting this. Iâve been nice. I bring you to my nice house, I send a car for your friends, I get you off⌠you need to start using that head instead of your mouthâŚâ he eyed your lips, âwell, the mouth is good for some things.â
You quivered in disgust and he turned as he forced you further down the hallway. He flung you through the bedroom door and you barely caught yourself on a chair. The door slammed as your damp feet slipped on the floor and you stood to face him.
âIâve done you all these favours so you can do me one,â he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and pulled them down over the protrusion of his arousal.
You glanced away and he closed the distance between you. He grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He kissed you roughly and shoved you away. He stormed over to the bed and flopped down, his cock bobbing as he moved to recline against the pillows and exhaled loudly.
âWellâŚâ he said.
You stared at him and the bitterness laced your muscles. You huffed and walked to the bed slowly. He stroked himself tauntingly as he smirked at you. You put a knee on the bed and braced yourself. There was a moment you were ready to run and not look back, but your friends were in his pool and the vision of his pistol pulsed in your head.
You climbed up and crawled to him. You sat back on your heels, just between his legs and he tutted, ânow, princess, donât give me that look.â
You wiped the anger from your face and closed your eyes. You grasped his dick and his hand fell away. You moved your hand up then down and tamped down your reservations. You bent over him and your lashes fluttered as your lips pressed to his tip. He gasped at the soft sensation and you stretched your lips around him.
He groaned and put his hand on your shoulder as he urged you down. He met the back of your throat and you eased back, wetting his length to ease the tension in your jaw. He gripped the back of your head impatiently and you strained to let him further as he invaded your throat. You gagged and he let you back only for a moment before he forced you back down.
You followed his motion, fast and deep, until the spit dripped down him and across your face. You clung to his thigh as you breathed with each retreat only to be smothered again. Your throat burned as your jaw ached as you kept your tongue firm to his length. The sloppy sucking mingled with his lusty moans and he held your head between both hands as he thrust from below.
He stopped you suddenly. Your head spun as he lifted you off of him and sat up to kiss you messily. He pushed you over as he got to his knees. You fell back and bounced on the bed as he parted your legs, bending on over his as he moved to straddle the other. You laid at an angle as his hand slid up your stomach to your neck.
He squeezed lightly as he pulled aside the crotch of your suit and angled his dick against your cunt. You moaned as he filled you and pressed his thumb to your clit. He kept his hand at your throat as he held you down and jerked his hips sharply. He jolted your body with each decisive thrust as he watched your face.
âYou like sucking my dick, princess? Makes you so wet, huh?â he growled.
You grabbed his hand but he only gripped your throat more firmly. He bit down as he sped up, the mattress shaking beneath you with each tilt of his hips. He rammed into you hard and harder, your leg stretched up his torso as he kept astride your other.
He teased and toyed with your clit as he fucked you. You choked out raspy moans as the coil wound tight inside of you and your muscles knotted around him. Your eyes rolled back as you slapped at his bicep and clawed deep into his flesh as you came. You squirmed in your orgasm and he sped up.
He pulled his hand from your throat to hold your leg to his body. He kept playing with your bud as you groped your chest senselessly and your voice rose unrestrained around you. His deep grunt punctuated each airy cry from your lips and the entire bed rocked beneath your bodies.
âThatâs it, thatâs it,â he snarled, âoh, princess, thatâs it.â
He sank deep and pulled his hips back in a series of cruel thrusts that made your hips throb painfully. Your walls squeezed him as you came again and you milked him as he spent himself inside of you. He slowed and stopped as he hung his head and the muscles in his chest and arms tautened.
âShit,â he breathed and slipped out of you, flinching as his tip brushed against you.
You stayed as you were as he let your leg fall to the bed and he sat between your legs and pushed his hair away from his face. He sighed and shook out his arms as if to free himself of the tension.
âYouâre so good, princess,â he felt along your cunt and played with his cum as it seeped from you, âarenât you?â
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Shamefully, you left the room in a new swimsuit. The former was stained from Peterâs punishment and after cleaning up, he forced you out with a fake smile. You emptied your margarita and ordered another with less reticence than before. Steve and Desiree had disappeared as Bucky humoured Halleâs flirting on one of the loungers.
Dinner was awkward enough as you werenât foolish enough to think that no one noticed or heard your absence. You emptied three more glasses and Peter excused the two of you as he kept you from a fourth. You wobbled back to the room ahead of him and fell onto the bed without changing out of your shorts and shirt.
âYouâre mad again?â you bubbled drunkenly.
âYouâre drunk,â he said as removed his watch and unbuttoned his shirt, âI donât like that.â
âYou donât, ha?â you rolled onto your back, âthat first night you had no problem feeling me up while I was--â
âPrincess,â he snapped, âyou can only blame the drink for so much.â
âYouâre an ass,â you slurred and turned your back to him.
He huffed and the light went out. You felt the mattress dip behind you as he lowered himself next to you. He was stiff and didnât try to touch you.
âI should spank you for that,â he muttered, âbut youâre so fucking lit you wouldnât remember it.â
âI feel good,â you murmured, âfor once.â
He pinched you and the bed jostled as he rolled onto his side.
âGo to sleep,â he ordered.Â
He didnât need to tell you twice as the alcohol weighted your eyelids and you were soon snoring carelessly into the pillow.
â¨
You woke with a start as your stomach churned. It was still late as you clamoured out of the bed and ran for the bathroom. You hugged the bowl as you retched into it. Your body revolted and the alcohol came up with your dinner.Â
You shuddered as you caught your breath and flushed. You rinsed your mouth and steady yourself as you veins were thick from excess.
You stumbled back into the bedroom. Peter was asleep. His even breath rasped up into the dark. It was a rare moment of peace unsettled only by the memory of the day. You recalled his reproach before you fell asleep, you knew that wouldnât be the end of it.
You groaned and crept to the door and let yourself out quietly into the hall. You went to the kitchen, tiptoeing through the dark, and filled a glass with water. You sipped but a noise pricked your ears. You listened as you kept your lips on the rim and drank to ease the fire in your stomach.
You followed the sound until it was too late to retreat. The whimpers and groans mixed and sent a tingle through you as you realised what was happening. You stopped in shock, frozen as you found Bucky and Halle in the immense front room. He had her bent over a round ottoman, her fingers curled at the seam as he rutted into her from behind.
She squealed each thrust as her head hung over the other side of the cushion. âSlow down,â she wisped, âplease, I told you-- ugh, I never done it like this be--â
She cried out and bit into the cushion as he slapped her ass and fucked her harder, his other hand stretched between her shoulder blades. You took a step back and the movement caught his eye. He looked up and held your gaze as his face contorted into a sinister grin.
He sped up as he reached to smother her wails and held your gaze. You gripped the glass tightly and trembled as you backed away from the doorway. You spun and raced back to your room and tripped through the door.Â
You crashed to the floor and the glass shattered as water splashed around you. Peter sat up with a snort and reached to flip on the lamp at the bedside.Â
âWhatâs going on?â he asked sleepily.
âJust getting water,â you croaked as you sat back on your heels in the midst of the broken glass.
âShit, did you cut yourself?â he asked as he saw you.
âNo, no, Iâm okay but-- stay there, youâll get hurt. Iâm close enough, I can⌠Iâll clean it up⌠Iâm sorry.â
He stared at you and slowly nodded. The anger crinkled in his forehead and you stood carefully.
âSo, now we know not to drink like that, huh?â he girded.
âI said, Iâm sorry.â
âMmhmm,â he leaned back against the headboard, âgo on, princess, clean up your mess.â
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Between Fifth and You
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chapter one
âOlives or twist?â
Sirius had to watch the barkeepâs mouth to make out the words beneath the pounding music, which meant Sirius caught the way his eyes skittered across his face almost fearfully. The sheer amount of obsidian in this place probably did nothing to lighten his features. Not to mention, few people knew how to look him in the eye.
âTwist,â he said.
The man nodded and flipped the bottle of gin until it dipped into a shot glass, the glass into the ice. Sirius watched until he was stirring the bitters in and a hand appeared on his shoulder, lips to his neck.
âBurn this,â Saint said, and plucked at Siriusâ shirt sleeve, rubbing the black material between his fingers. Sirius raised an eyebrow as he turned. Saintâs own shirt was unbuttoned half way down his hard chest, light brown skin warm in the flashing club lights. âYouâve worn it too many times.â
âHello to you, too,â Sirius said. âI like this shirt.â
âI liked it two months ago,â Saint replied. âItâs September now, your highness.â
Sirius scoffed as the bartender slid him his drink.
âYou gonna tell everyone the sun did that?â Sirius took a clean sip of gin with one hand and stroked his other through Saintâs gold curls, only suddenly some of the slightly course strands were almost white.
Saintâs grin turned coy. âIsnât it nice to have a mystery to think about?â
âOh, yeah, do blonds have more fun?â
âYou wouldnât know.â
The music kicked up a beat that Sirius felt through his spine.
âWhy do we always come here?â he leaned a hip against the bar. âWe have an entire city.â
âYeah, fuck the rest of the world, we have one whole city.â
Sirius rolled his eyes. âYou know what I mean.â
Saint shook his head. âBecause thatâs what we do. You see that guy over there? Iâve taken him out four times. Couldnât tell you his name. They couldnât tell you mine.â
âEveryone knows your name, Saint.â
Saint grinned. âMaybe. But why do we go back to each other? Because weâre creatures of fucking habit.â Saint cocked his head, stole Siriusâ drink. âAnd what is this city but a bad, bad habit?â
Siriusâ blood cooled and he looked away.
What am I, Sirius? said the familiar voice from his memory. Am I easy? Am I safe? Do you want me, or am I just familiar now?
He closed his eyes against the memory of his reply.
Bad habit indeed.
XOXO
Spottedâa familiar face from the past. What has this train brought in? Thanks to a tip from @magicinthemaking, I bring you this picture of none other than Remus Lupin (and a certain Southern bell we know and love) under Grand Centralâs stars. We missed you, Reâhow was England? Or was it Europe?
The rumors can never seem to decide, but why the sudden change in plans to take his Junior year abroad? Here we were thinking he wanted nothing more than to stay.
I wonder how another certain star will feel about this sudden homecoming. And just in time for senior yearâs Fall semester, too.
XOXO.
Remus adjusted his suitcase, glad heâd mailed so many of his things home. Heâd been on U.S. soil for all of three hours, and he already missed Rome. He wanted to walk down the tiny staircase from his billet familyâs apartment and get a cappuccino. He wanted to stand on the drain of the Pantheon and soak up the sheer history in the air.
He already wanted a break.
But he also wanted to see Julian. Sometimes it felt like the only thing pulling him back home was seeing his baby brotherâs grin in real life rather than across a Facetime call.
âAll good?â
Remus looked up at Leo. His blond hair was still bleached a bright blond from the Roman sun. Their program had ended in May, but Remus was glad they had stayed together. He hadnât been looking for Leoâfor someone to kiss for the first time in the rose garden at the top of the Aventine Hill while Leo told him about its past as a cemetery.
Itâs footpaths are laid out like a Minorah, see? Leo had pointed out. To remember. 300 different types of roses isnât enough. But I like to come here.
Remus thought it had been Leoâs love for history, and his respect, too, that had drawn him in. They both came from a world where the biggest thing most people cared about was what theyâd wear to the next party, and who was bringing their next drink.
Remus hadnât been able to believe his luck, as fragile as his heart was still.
âYeah,â Remus nodded. âAll good.â
But he wasnât sure. They hadnât been friends here, in the city, or at Hogwarts. It had been Rome. Remus didnât know what their old lives would do to them. But he took Leoâs hand and watched the way Leo fingered the star he wore around his neck, the way he shot Remus his dimpled smile.
âCome on,â Remus said. âI want you to meet Julian.â
XOXO
Good morning Upper East SidersâGossip Girl here. All trends point to Fallâs Hogwartsers coming back in Blackâin more ways than one. Sirius Blackâs got a baby brother on campus now, and after another wild summer for the Hogwarts College elite, count me in with the rest of them on wondering what to expect. Rumor is heâs not much like our favorite star.
âYou donât have to talk to me, you know.â
Sirius kept his eyes on his eggs and toast. âYour missing your tie. Mom saidââ
âWhat do you care?â Regulus replied. âI hear when she used to make you wear one it usually ended up around some other guyâs neck by ten in the morning.â
âIf youâre going to believe everything you read on Gossip Girl about me, then maybe I wonât talk to you.â
Regulus smirked. âSo, you read it, too.âÂ
âBoys.â
Both brothers went back to their breakfasts.
âGood morning, mom,â Sirius said.
Walburga Black smiled with her painted lips, resting a hand on Siriusâ shoulder and bending to kiss his cheek.
âDonât you both look handsome for your first day. Although that leather jacket has seen better days, Sirius. Do what you want for dinner, ask Chef, I donât care. Iâll be at the House.â
The House. The House of Black, his motherâs million dollar fashion industry.
âFine,â Regulus nodded, and rose. âIâll take the first car.â
Sirius rolled his eyes again. âReally?â
Regulus just snatched up his backpack.
Saint, James, and Thomas were waiting for him on one of the courtyard tables when Sirius got out of the Escalade. It certainly felt like a first day of a semester. Saintâs neck dripped in gold necklacesâa story behind each one. Thomas, who had replaced his short braids with a closely shaved head, wore a white t-shirt and ripped up jean shorts, gold nose-ring glinting in the sun. James had evidently been helped out by Lily, as usual, a green, tight-fitting Henley shirt bunched up at his elbows. The two flanked Saint, who basked on top of the stone table, head tilted back to bare his throat in a way that made Sirius think of last night, in the back of the bar. He could see a purplish mark he had left there.
âYouâre looking surprisingly chipper,â James said when Sirius reached Hogwartsâ courtyard.
Sirius raised an eyebrow, knowing he didnât. âIâm not failing any classes yet, James.â
His friends went oddly silent. Sirius looked around at them, spreading his hands in confusion. Saint wouldnât look at him, expression going oddly stoney. Thomas, finally, offered him his phone, biting his lip. Sirius took it.
His heart leapt to his throat. He didnât even bother reading the Instagram caption. Remus loomed out at him from the phone screen.
âLeo Knut,â Saint said. âWho would have thought.â
Sirius cleared his throat and turned away from the pictureâfrom Remus and Leoâs clasped hands.
âWhy wouldnât I be chipper?â he said again, and ignored their unconvinced expressions. âIâve got class.â
Under his desk while he waited for the rest of the class to show, Sirius pulled out his phone and opened Instagram.
XOXO
Remus approached campus slowly. He felt like he didnât know anyone anymore, even if he knew that wasnât true. He thought he saw James from afar, but Lily and Kasey didnât have class today.
Really, Remus didnât know if he had many friends that werenâtâŚshared. That didnât feel too close to home. Manhattan wasnât that big of an island.
He looked down at his schedule heâd written out on his phone.
The 19th Century Novel - Hogsmeade R#302.
He made his way to the Hogsmeade building and climbed the spiral staircase quickly. It all felt too industrial, too metallic. At least heâd woken up with Leo, who still had the ancient air about him. He didnât want that bubble to pop.
âMr. Lupin,â Professor McGonagall beamed when he walked in, and Remus smiled, too at her familiar Scottish drawl. âItâs so very nice to have you back.â
âHi, Professor. Itâs good to beââ
But the words died on Remusâ tongue. He looked out at the small classâjust twenty at this high levelâand his heart, out of habit it seemed, had leapt at the sight of familiar dark hair.
Uh-oh. Looks like Pyramus and Thisbe are actually wishing for a wall between them this time.
Siriusâ hair was shorter than it had been at the end of sophomore year, the last time Remus had seen him. He wore a touch of a beard, too, just scruff, really, but it framed his silver eyes like darkness to the starsâtwo stars, which were zeroed in on Remus.
âBack,â Remus tried to recover, mouth dry. He sent McGonagall a shaky smile, and turned to find a seat, trying not to find those stars again.
He resisted the urge to close his eyes in defeat when he realized that there was only one left. He walked towards Sirius looking ahead and with his heart pounding. Leo. Leo making pancakes for him and Julian this morning. Leo making his little brother laugh. But he could smell the worn leather of Siriusâ jacket. He remembered the feel of it around his own shoulders. Are you cold, baby?
âAll righty, then,â McGonagall stood from her chair and leaned against the front of her desk, looking down her spectacles at the attendance sheet. âLooks like weâre all here.â
XOXO
âWell?â Saint asked as Sirius took the joint from between his fingers.
âSat down next to me,â Sirius said. âDidnât say a fucking word.â
âDid you say a fucking word?â Saint raised his eyebrows.
Sirius blew out smoke. âNo.â
âWell, all right, you fucking hypocrite.â
Sirius looked over at him from where they lay side by side, stretched out in the fading sunshine of Central Park. âIâm keeping this now.â
âNo, youâre not. Did you pay for that? I donât think so.â
Sirius scoffed. âYeah, like this made a dent in the Montague treasuries.â
Saint laughed, tucking a palm behind his head. Sirius let his eyes linger on the strip of skin where his shirt rode up. Heâd kissed that last night, too. It was nice with Saint. Heâd been friends with him for longer than he could remember. Saint never looked for more. If Sirius snapped at him, he snapped back and then they laughed about it. Saint wandered through the world loving people freely. He kissed them, or he made them dinner, or he took them for long walks along the river. He showed them his favorite jazz club, or gave them the orgasm of their life, or read to them from his favorite books. He was New York in human form, accepting and inviting, living and breathing.
Sirius wished he was so trusting, even if trust seemed a funny word to apply to Saint.
No one ever got too close to either of them, except the other.
âWhat are you wearing to your momâs fashion show?â Saint asked with his eyes closed. âItâs the event of the season.â
âAre you joking? The fittings started in July.â
âMm, I love that,â Saint grinned, stretching. âWant to come help me decide what Iâm wearing? Weâre at the Plaza right now, you know that. You know my mother. If itâs not broken, break it. Weâre renovating again. We can order champagne to the room.â
âIs that code for make out?â
âPartly. But I will be showing you my outfit choices.â
âDeal.â
XOXO
Remus made it back home seeing no one, but one of the butlers had an envelope with his name on it waiting for him.
âThanks, Moody,â Remus murmured, but thought briefly about handing it right back to him.
He knew this invitation. He knew its black boarders and heavy stock. It came ever year.
It used to be something they had looked forward to.
The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
invites you
TOUJOURS PUR
âJesus,â Remus breathed, but took it up to his room, checking the time on the way. Julian would still be at school, his parents at work. This apartment was too big for the four of them, not to mention just Remus alone.
His suitcases still lay open and unpacked on his floor, and he kicked at one without looking up.
âSo, did you just forget to mention that you were home?â
Remus spun towards his bed, only to find Lily sprawled across it and fiddling with an emerald on a chain.
âI had to find out from Gossip Girl?â Lily shook her head.
Remus slapped the invitation against his thigh. âWow, wasnât like that was a surprise present for you or anything.â
Lily smiled, red hair in a thick french braid. âI see green and I know itâs for me. What can I say?â
Remus huffed out a laugh, and she gave a small squeal and pushed off of the bed to wrap him in a hug.
âIâm so happy youâre home, Re.â
He let himself rest his chin in the crook of her neck for a moment. âThanks, Lils.â
She pulled back, hands on his shoulders. âWhat, no, me too?â
âI am,â he said tentatively. âBut I had fun in Rome.â
She raised an eyebrow. âSouthern fun?â
âHis name is Leo,â Remus said pointedly, then eyed the pile of garment bags piled high on the other side of his bed. âAre thoseâŚâ
âPour moi, et pour toi,â Lily patted his cheek. âWe have a fashion show to go to, sweetheart.â
XOXO
What do we think, Courtiers? House of Blackâs fashion show is the biggest event of the fall. But what on Earth does doe-eyed Remus Lupin have to do within that dark forest now?
Is he a Bambi, or still the wolf we knew?
You know you love me.
XOXO,
Gossip Girl
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Yes, Chef (Chef!Seokjin x Waitress! Y/N)
Description-
You work as a waitress in a crummy restaurant in the middle of hick-ville. One day, a handsome new chef comes in and changes the scenery. Chef Jin is hot and talented and you immediately fall head over heels for him. Despite his good looks, the two of you don't get along. There is never a moment where the two of you don't fight. One night after you clock out, your grabbed, and end up in the back room... pressed against Jin's hot body? Will your fantasy finally become reality?
Pairing- Chef!Seokjin X Waitress!Y/N
Rating- 18+
Word count- 10.3k
Genre- smut, angst, slice of life, romance, fluff, enemies to lovers
Warnings- choking, degradation, teasing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, use of force, fingering, heavy clit play, nipple play, overstimulation, begging, marking, scratching, biting, masturbation, squirting, praise, spanking, groping, tummy bulge, swearing, hate sex
Playlist-
Grind me Down (Jawster Remix) by Jawster, Liliana Wilde
Flesh by Simon Curtis
Eager by AK diorr., BM
Go Fuck yourself by Two Feet
Piano by Max Changmin
Note-
Shoutout to my bestie @evie3511 for beta reading and helping with the summary!
Teaser-
âYou were very bad todayâŚâ he whispered softly, and as he did his teeth caught hold of the tip of your ear, causing you to gasp and jerk your head away.
âI-Iâm sorry?â you whimpered.
âYou just keep fighting with me.â he whispered, his voice filled with emotion you couldnât understand.
âYou keep fighting with me,â You replied, chewing your bottom lip. This position wasnât one you expected to be in with Jin ever, especially after tonight, but here you were, standing caged in his arms against his strong chest.
He dropped his head on your shoulder, and his warm breath tickled your neck, causing goosebumps to rise up along your skin, âI want you so bad,â He whispered against you, placing a kiss against your neck.
Before you could think you were replying, âI want you too,â the words spilled out much too naturally. You felt anticipation shoot through you as he chuckled against your neck, beginning to litter kisses along your hot skin.
You leaned tiredly against the cooler in the kitchen at work, eyes glued to your phone as you scrolled aimlessly through your instagram feed. Work had been an absolute nightmare today, though slow there were several tiny rushes throughout the day, and just when you thought you could leave one of the servers called in.
The managers had begged you to stay, citing how you were the best server, and they couldnât possibly do it without you. After agreeing now all you could do was regret it, even if you might make some extra money it just wasnât really worth it to you with how tired you were⌠not to mention dealing with people⌠ew.
âY/N!!!â Your close friend, Jessie, could be heard squealing from across the kitchen excitedly, running over and grabbing your arm, âDid you hear the news??â
âWhat news?â You asked curiously, looking up lazily from your phone and raising your eyebrows.
âThereâs a new cook!! Heâs upstairs right now apparently!â She exclaimed, eyes shining brightly at the prospect of fresh meat. This was a restaurant after all, the majority of employees were female, any man was sized up by all of the girls as soon as he crossed the threshold. You tried your best not to do that, having given up on the prospect of meeting any good guys here. No matter what there was always a prettier server, or the guy had some fatal flaw, sometimes he didnât even stay for more than a couple weeks.
âOh wow,â you said, unenthused, your eyes trailing back to your phone screen, thumb poised to resume scrolling.
âIâve heard heâs suuuuper hot, and- get this, heâs foreign!â She squealed excitedly, jumping up and down like a child.
âJessie, come on. Why would a foreigner want to come work here? Who told you he was hot??â You asked, looking back up to indulge your dramatic friend.
âI don't know why, but heâs definitely foreign.. Well he apparently lived in Korea for a couple years.â she said thoughtfully, and then looked back to you to answer the next question, âHe was here a couple days ago to get shown around, Elaina told me all about him. I guess she got to talk with him a little bit, she said heâs hot.â
Elaina was the restaurant's biggest slut, always finding new guys to screw. If it didnât work out with one it wasnât a problem, there was always another one. It was no surprise she had gotten to talking with the new guy, she would probably hop on his dick as soon as he walked through the d-
Your brain seemed to malfunction as you heard the kitchen door opening and looked up to see one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen in your entire life walk into the kitchen.
The first thing you noticed was how tall he was, the second was his insane body proportions. His shoulders were broad and strong, while his waist was kind of small and tapered. His eyes were chocolatey brown, wide and shining, they had a mischievous glint in them. His skin was incredibly clear and a gorgeous golden brown that you had never seen on any of the boys in this nasty town. It was about ninety-nine percent hick country, so seeing a man like this in person was a dream come true.
His hair was pure black and shining, but he quickly covered it with a chef's hat. He was wearing the regular chefs outfit, black jeans and a loose fitting black chefs coat, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing firm and strong forearms that flexed as he followed one of the other cooks behind the line. He didnât look nervous in the slightest, in fact he exuded confidence.
âHey!â Jessie whispered and elbowed you rather hard in the ribs, bringing you back to reality and sending your phone flying out of your hands and onto the floor.
âSeriously!â you exclaimed, trying to act natural as you walked a couple feet to get your phone, glaring at Jessie who was watching you with knowing eyes.
âYou were staring so hard dude, your mouth was wide open too!â She giggled and you glanced back at the man who had just come in, grateful he hadnât seemed to notice you and Jessie just yet.
You shoved her irritably, âShut up!â you muttered. You turned briskly to walk out of the kitchen, wanting to get away from her teasing and from the handsome man. Your face was getting hot the more you replayed seeing him.
He had plump lips, high cheekbones, a defined nose bridge, strong eyebrows, he was literally perfect.
âYou look like you just saw a ghost,â one of your coworkers said as you grabbed a cup absently, wanting to drink some water.
âOh?â you said absently, acting confused by the statement. You scanned the restaurant. There was only one table in the whole place right now, the rest of the crew would be here any moment, and you were looking at a hopefully busy Saturday evening.
You finished filling your cup and began sipping from it thoughtfully, your mind still on that perfect man. What was his name? What was he like? What did he look like under those loose chefs clothes?
âExcuse me,â you heard a soft, unfamiliar voice say behind you.
You looked up and behind you and could barely contain your shock. That perfect man was inches away from you, locking eyes with you. You wanted to look into them forever, but you thankfully had the sense to pull your eyes away, âAh, sorry.â You apologized quickly, stepping to the side to let him get to the water gun.
âItâs alright, Iâm Jin,â he introduced, holding out his large and gorgeous hand to shake. His fingers were long and slender, and his veins stuck out slightly on the backs of his hands, his nails were trimmed and clean too.
You stared at his hand for one second too long, causing him to raise an eyebrow but you raised your comparatively small hand to shake his, watching it disappear within his warm hand.
Wow⌠his skin was so soft. Was this guy really a cook? His forearms were completely unmarred, no burns whatsoever.
âI-Iâm Y/N.â You introduced. Your voice came out squeaky and anxious sounding- fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you cursed internally. He probably thought you were a baby talking that way.
âNice to meet you⌠Thatâs a pretty name.â He complimented and smiled at you sweetly, making your heart rate pick up. This man was dazzling! You couldnât help but think it should be illegal to look this good.
âThanks!â you said, sounding weird even in your own ears, you should get away before you embarrass yourself further, but he was standing right here looking at you, it would be a waste to walk away now.
âIs Jin short for something?â you asked, feeling dumb as the words left your lips.
âMy full name is Kim Seokjin, well itâs Seokjin Kim here.â he corrected, âBut I go by Jin since itâs easier for everyone,â he chuckled softly at your dumbfounded expression.
âO-oh, thatâs cool.â you stuttered out, âSo⌠thatâs korean?â you questioned. Thatâs right, you encouraged yourself, keep the ball rolling.
He nodded affirmatively, âI was born there.â he stated.
âOh thatâs cool! Why are you all the way over here, then?â you asked.
âMy parents have been out here a couple years now, theyâre getting older, figured I should come live around here and take care of them. I saw an ad online for a sous chef position so I figured I would apply.â
âWell⌠thatâs nice of you.. Iâm uh- glad youâre here.â you said, and smiled what you hoped was a nice smile, and not too awkward.
He snickered and shook his head, âWell thanks!â he said and started to walk back to the kitchen. You were about to follow him when you heard an annoying sing-song voice behind you.
âHello~~~!! You must be Jin!!â
âThere goes Elaina,â you thought as her sickly sweet smelling perfume hit your nose as she walked past you. She went up and tapped the large man's shoulder, grinning as she confidently introduced herself.
You sighed and walked away to the counter in the middle of the restaurant, leaning your head dejectedly on your arm. You would give anything to have more time to talk with him⌠but with all the other girls it would probably be impossible. He certainly wouldnât pay you much attention once he got a look at all the other damsels that worked here⌠Even with your lack of hope though, your eyes travelled to your hand where you could still feel the warmth of his wrapped around yours. It couldnât hurt to dreamâŚ
~~~~
The dinner rush was in full swing, you were juggling six tables, the kitchen was backed up with orders, and the restaurant was packed with people, conversations echoing off the walls as the printer at the bar went off almost nonstop. The bartender was cranking out drinks for the servers like crazy.
âExcuse me maâam, how much longer on my order!â One of your particularly annoying tables called, snapping her fingers at you as you were rushing by with dirty plates to take to the back.
âNot much longer, miss.â you replied hastily and offered an apologetic smile.
âCan you check? Did you even put it in?â
âOf course I can! So sorry, miss!â you said and smiled before turning away, your expression dropping immediately. What did she think you were doing carrying all these dirty plates? Of course you would check if you were going in the kitchen, that was literally just common sense.
You came back into the kitchen, briskly kicking the door open and setting the plates down before striding down to the ticket line where the expo was plating whatever food he could and shouting at the cooks for more fries.
Jin was sauteeing something and the other two cooks were hard at work on the grill, fryers, and salad station. Jinâs expertise was obvious, even in a new environment he was shining.
âHey how long on this ticket,â you muttered to the expo. You wished you could stare at Jin all night long, but you had customers to please, and besides you had already given up on your fantasies about him. The most your relationship would amount to would be casual friendship, if even that.
Yours was actually second in the line and as the expo looked it over, he realized only one thing was missing and it was actually on Jinâs side.
âHey Jin, do you have the tostadas coming?â He called.
âTostadas?â Jin called back, looking up in confusion at the expo, his brow was furrowed and sweat was dripping down his temples. Fuck. How could you focus on anything with him being THAT fine. Some of the other servers had come in to pine over the line and agonize over how hot the new chef was.
Yet even his hotness couldnât distract as he said, âI donât have a ticket for that.â and turned around flippantly.
âWhat do you mean?â The expo called, grabbing the ticket and pushing it across the shelf for Jin, who turned around to take it, looking it over intently.
âI made that already.â he argued, and pushed the ticket back at the expo, again turning away to continue his sautee job. You could feel your blood beginning to boil, and there was the fatal flaw. He might be a good cook, but he had a shitty attitude.
âWell we donât have it!â You interrupted loudly, âI need tostadas ASAP!â
âAre you the expo?â He asked calmly, cocking an eyebrow at you. Ugh, he was so hot even being as big of a dick as he was being.
âDonât get sidetracked, you have a job to do,â you thought to yourself.
âNo, but who cares? Make me my tostadas!â
Jin rolled his eyes and pointedly turned away as the expo finished the first order and called out tiredly, âJin can you please make me an order for tostadas ASAP?â
âOf course I can,â he said and glared at you before turning back around to continue.
âGlad to know we have another asshole cook on the team!â You called childishly, making the other waitresses gasp. You went back out on the floor without a care to go deal with the rest of your tables, and reassure your woman that her food was in fact coming up. This wasnât going to be fun.
~~~~
The night had finally slowed to a stop and you were getting ready to leave for the evening, printing your reports and organizing all of your checks at a table. As you were sitting you heard a voice coming from around the wall between the booth and the server station, and paused at the sound of your name.
âSheâs always like that, youâre not an asshole.â Elaina was saying, her voice that annoying, honey sweet tone she took with men she was trying to impress.
âI wonât let any servers walk all over me,â Jin was heard saying, sounding nonchalant.
âOh of course not!! You shouldnât!! Sheâs a bitch because sheâs jealous. She has always been the le-â
âSorry, but Iâm not here to gossip or talk crap. Thank you for the encouragement though,â Jin could be heard cutting her off, before you heard the door to the kitchen creak open as he walked away from her. You sighed and rolled your eyes, at least Elainaâs plan to use you as a tool to get with him didnât work.
You were certainly bitchy earlier, that you would admit, but he didnât help the situation either acting the way he did. You finished doing your report and slid out of the booth tiredly, it didnât matter, tomorrow was another dayâŚ
~~~~
Situations like the one that night seemed to happen all too frequently between you and Jin despite your best efforts. You really didnât want to fight with him, he was unbearably attractive, smart, a good cook, and his voice was like silk, yet every night seemed to be a new battle.
First it was french fries taking too long, next it was the steak being overcooked, and the next it was an item rang in wrong, it was all trivial but it just seemed to add up. Everyday you saw him it became more and more tense between you two, you hated it, because despite all of that you were crushing on him. Not only was he hot, but he could be incredibly sweet at times. Plus he was so cute, and his jokes were hilarious. He never told them to you, but every time you heard them you couldnât help but giggle at the stupidity of them.
Your work day was starting off shitty, as was normal. Jin hadnât said hello to you when you came in, two servers called off, and the restaurant was in shambles when you arrived. Not to mention it was eighty-five degrees outside, you hadnât slept well, and you had had a large fight with your parents before leaving for work.
It was a dumb fight,just more nagging from them about your life. It seemed like nothing you did was good enough. You were trying your best... At times you just felt like you were fighting an uphill battle. Today you had no energy to fight with Jin, and you certainly werenât prepared for the dinner rush.
It was the wing bar that night. The crowd came in a tidal wave of people, more than you or any of your coworkers had expected or been prepared for and within the first hour you were so swamped you didnât know what to do. You simply couldnât keep up with everything that was happening.
Food, checks, orders, tables, greeting, running, pre-bussing, it was all too much for you, especially with the heat and the tiredness. Food was coming out at a decent rate thankfully, but one table just simply could not be satisfied.
You were feeling worse and worse as the time ticked by, and had no fight left in you to deal with difficult entitled customers, but duty called.
âMaâam, maâam come here!â You heard and couldnât help but sigh at the familiar obnoxious voice. You knew this table would be a problem when they had first complained about the bugs outside, and then returned a drink because it âdefinitely wasnât made rightâ, what could it possibly be now?
You turned around hesitantly and put on your best invested, and apologetic smile, their food had been dropped by the runner probably a couple minutes ago now, all mostly wings.
âWhat can I do for you?â You asked, faking sweetness while inside you were cursing at this nasty woman and her teenagers.
âI donât know what kind of restaurant this is, but the food and the service here is just unacceptable.â
âIâm⌠sorry?â You said, unable to hide how taken aback you were. What was she even talking about?
âFirst of all, this is cold!â she pushed her ribs away in disgust, âThese wings are cold, everything is COLD! Second, this place is filthy and obviously not being run properly. Look at you! You canât seem to get it together for the life of you, and you should take something for all that sweating youâre doing. This has been horrendous!!â She exclaimed again and leaned back with a huff, arms crossing over her chest.
You werenât sure what to say. Usually, you would offer to have the food remade but it didnât feel worth it to you. You could feel your eyes growing hot and your hands were balling up, âIâm so sorry. Iâll go get my manager.â You said and walked away briskly, even as she shouted for you to come back. A few of your other tables looked at you sympathetically as you went inside and beelined to the kitchen, feeling frustration as your tears spilled over freely as soon as the door opened.
âM-Miles!â You stuttered out meekly at your manager who was currently helping expo, he immediately looked up hearing your weak voice, eyes widening.
âY/n, what happened?â
âM-my table is r-really upset right now and I- I think you should go talk to them,â you said, barely managing to get out your words as you felt tiny sobs going through you. You were so tired of everything right now. It was one thing to have a table yell about food, but to also insult you in front of your face was painful and humiliating.
âAbout what? Which table?â he prodded, rubbing your arm in an attempt to comfort you.
âTable eighty three,â you sniffled, âShe said that, that the food was cold and that I was terrible and yeah⌠just please go out there.â
âOkay, okay, just take a breather, drink some water.â He said and quickly stepped out to go and talk with the furious table.
You groaned and wiped at your face, feeling your embarrassment only growing as Jin came from behind the line with a water bottle, âCome here,â he ordered and placed a hand on the small of your back while handing you the water bottle and leading you to the walk in cooler.
You didnât even have enough sense to question why he was being nice to you, your head was pounding and you were overly aware of how hot and wet you were. Not to mention you were pretty much sobbing right now, despite your best efforts to hold it together.
âDrink the water,â He said calmly as he opened the cooler and led you inside, the feeling of cold air against your body was an intense relief, it helped you physically, but you were still reeling over everything. Even now you felt like you needed to run and take care of all of the tables you werenât at right now. The rush was close to done but it was still upon you.
You did as you were told though, breaking the seal and sipping from it. As soon as the cool liquid touched your lips you realized how thirsty you were and drank from it messily, closing your eyes and leaning your head back, hearing the bottle crinkle up as you took in every last drop of it before your hand fell to your side. You used your free hand to wipe at your face, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.
âBetter?â Jin asked, leaning against one of the shelves with an almost amused expression.
You had forgotten he was standing there watching you and your eyes flitted away from his face just as soon as they had gone there. You nodded quietly, chewing your lip, trying to calm your racing heart. It was amazing what the cold and water could do for you, you thought.
âYou need to take better care of yourself,â he chastised, moving closer and rather suddenly reaching out and cupping your cheek with the palm of his hand. You looked up, dumbfounded. One hand subconsciously came up to touch his arm while your hand holding the water bottle crinkled it loudly. âYouâre obviously having a hard time, and you arenât drinking enough water⌠no matter how busy it is you come first.â
You nodded quietly, still unsure of what to do about his hand.
âI didnât bother you today right?â he asked, leaning ever so slightly closer, you could make out the flecks of gold in his brown eyes at this angle, and his skin was flawless.
âN-no,â you squeaked out.
âI notice a lot more than you think I doâŚâ he said, and you bit your lip feeling his hand fall carelessly against your side, fitting against you almost too well. You felt a tingle in your breasts, and just knew that if you were to look now both nipples would be hard and pressing against your bra. You were grateful you wore a padded one today.
âL-like what?â
âI knew you were upset as soon as you walked in.â
âOhâŚ?â
He brought his thumb gently across your lips, âThese pretty lips were frowning, and those eyes barely even looked at meâŚâ he whispered. You could clearly hear your heart pounding in your ears. What was happening right now?
âYou were much too quiet⌠if you ever have any problems Iâm always willing to help you out.â
You gasped as he tilted your head up to look into his eyes, âDo you got that?â
You nodded dumbly, biting the inside of your lip as your eyes moved down to his plush lips, appreciating the smoothness of his face. You really wanted to reach up to touch it, maybe it wouldnât hu-
âChef!â
The two of you jumped apart and you immediately turned and grabbed your forehead, acting miserable.
âYes?â He asked. His voice was icy as he turned around to face Elaina, who was standing in the doorway looking slightly confused and frazzled.
âSorry to interrupt⌠They need you back on the line. The others canât keep up.â She said.
He nodded and looked back at you, âYou all right?â
You nodded quickly, not feeling confident enough to speak.
âCome out when youâre ready.â He said and walked out, shutting the cooler behind him.
You let out a soft gasp of air that you hadnât realized you had been holding, your whole body zinging with energy⌠if he could make you feel this way with such a simple touch, imagine how he could make you feelâŚ
You shook your head quickly, ridding yourself of those thoughts. He was just being nice, that was it. It was never going to happen.
You spent a couple more minutes inside, calming down before you finally stepped out to finish the evening off right.
~~~~
A couple days later, and you were still thinking about that night in the cooler. You replayed it in your head multiple times during the day. Whenever you masturbated you thought heavily of him inside you, of his eyes boring into yours, of his honey sweet voice in your ear whispering your name.
You thought about Jin for at least seventy five percent of your days, even when you were off all you could think of was him.
âY/N, you have a table at thirty three.â
You immediately snapped out of your thoughts and looked up at the host before leaving the kitchen to get the table started. It was slow today, besides Jin there was one other cook working. It was supposed to be an easy table- that was until they complained about the menu, and then basically tried to modify something into a completely new thing. You did your best to be polite and said you would ask the chef about accommodating them. You walked in nervously, and called out, âHey, Jin?â
âYes?â He asked, looking up from the sandwich he was cutting in half.
You shyly listed off the modifications, and he stared at you with an annoyed expression, cocking an eyebrow as you finished, âAre you actually serious?â
You nodded slowly. His attitude was getting you angry already.
âWell, first of all we donât have cucumbers, you know that. Second, we donât have seasoning to blacken a fucking salmon, you also know that. Third, I canât even respond to the rest because itâs honestly not worth my time. Use your brain,â He said flippantly.
How was he the same person as the one in the cooler that time?
What was his problem?
âAre you done now?â You asked, immediately catching an attitude. Just because he was hot didnât mean he could talk to you like that.
âExcuse me?â He asked, looking up through his gorgeous lashes dangerously.
âAre you done being a dick? Iâm just doing my job, which is to satisfy my customers. Your job is to answer my questions, not give me snobby replies and act like a prick.â
âMy job is to cook food, not cater to your needs. Quit wasting my time, and go take care of your idiot table.â he ordered.
âWill you make my order?â
âIs it going to have stupid modifications that I canât fulfill, if so, then no. If youâre going to keep being a bitch then I also wonât be making your order. Quit wasting your time.â
You huffed angrily, and the two of you began going back and forth insulting each other, growing louder and louder until your manager came in to calm the situation and split you guys up. You huffed angrily, cheeks red, and practically ran from the kitchen to ring in your ridiculous and âstupidâ order. Now you didnât care if they couldnât do it. They would do it.
~~~~~
The rest of the evening after the fight was tense, and you were grateful that when you left Jin was nowhere to be seen. In the end, they had made the order almost perfectly, and the table left happily so you supposed that was all that mattered.
You couldnât stop thinking about the fight though, you had both said some pretty bad things. You wondered if you guys could ever really get along.
You were walking quietly down the empty employee halls heading to the clock out, it was late since you had got stuck doing extra side work, so everyone had mostly gone home for the night.
You were mid sigh when you felt a large hand clasp over your mouth while a strong arm snaked around your waist and pulled you into one of the side boiler rooms, causing a muffled shriek to leave your lips as the person kicked the door open and you heard a familiar silky voice say, âShh, behave.â
You froze and blinked, looking around the low lit and frankly dirty room. There were a couple machines running that were always on, running the building, resonating with a persistent hum.
You struggled violently to get out of Jinâs strong grip but he only held tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your arm, hand firmly over your mouth until you finally gave up with an indignant groan. You knew it was Jin, but that was it. Your stomach was churning with anxiety and anticipation as he held you tightly in his grasp against his hot body. Your head at his chest.
âAre you done?â he whispered coolly against your ear, his tone slightly mocking.
You shuddered and nodded.
âIâm gonna move my hand, if you scream youâll really be sorry.â he threatened.
Did you have a reason to scream? You wondered.
Sure Jin was being strange, but there was nothing to be worried about⌠right?
As his hand slid away you quickly asked, âWhat are you doing?â
He was silent for a while, wrapping his now free arm tightly around you in an iron like bind. Both of his arms were pressing against your chest, and you could feel your heart racing against your rib cage the longer he stood silently holding you.
âYou were very bad todayâŚâ he whispered softly, and as he did his teeth caught hold of the tip of your ear, causing you to gasp and jerk your head away.
âI-Iâm sorry?â you whimpered.
âYou just keep fighting with me.â he whispered, his voice filled with emotion you couldnât understand.
âYou keep fighting with me,â You replied, chewing your bottom lip. This position wasnât one you expected to be in with Jin ever, especially after tonight, but here you were, standing caged in his arms against his strong chest.
He dropped his head on your shoulder, and his warm breath tickled your neck, causing goosebumps to rise up along your skin, âI want you so bad,â He whispered against you, placing a kiss against your neck.
Before you could think you were replying, âI want you too,â the words spilled out much too naturally. You felt anticipation shoot through you as he chuckled against your neck, beginning to litter kisses along your hot skin.
You tilted your head back to allow better access and then felt a zing of new fear go through you.
No. This was bad. This was very bad you needed to get away. You were literally at work, in a back hall where anyone could just walk in⌠Maybe had you been somewhere else this would be more appropriate?
âAre you insane?â You gasped, suddenly trying to jerk away again, pulling your head away from his lips.
âAre you?â He asked and pushed one of his arms down around your waist, driving your ass back into his center where you could feel his rising excitement. This couldn't be happening. His other hand easily found purchase on your breasts, groping you over your shirt and bra. You moaned out involuntarily at the friction and then bit your lip to try and quiet yourself.
Were you dreaming?
âThatâs right you fucking whore⌠this is what you wanted all along hm?â
âW-what are you talking about?â you panted. It was embarrassing how you felt right now. You wanted to get away, you wanted to get out right now, but you couldnât bring yourself to struggle⌠your body would never forgive you for wasting this chance.
âDo you like to tease me?â he asked, and the hand that had been on your breast suddenly was wrapping around your throat as he pushed your head up and back against his shoulder, causing you to squeak as his eyes met yours.
Oh fuck.
You tried to shake your head, but you were totally incompacitated with his hand wrapped around you like this. The hand around your waist slithered up and he began quickly undoing the buttons on your uniform.
You weakly began to struggle, suddenly feeling anxiety shoot through you. You had just finished working, what if you were gross? A sick part of you wanted this, craved it, but the rational part of you was screaming at you to get out of there.
His hand eased on your throat only slightly and you gasped for air, causing him to laugh cruelly before he released your throat and turned you around to face him, his eyes were filled with desire and lust. It caught you so off guard you didnât even have time to react before he was forcing you against the wall.
âI know you want me.â he said softly, strong arms caging you in on either side.
âI- I donât know what youâre t-â
He cut you off by aggressively pressing his lips against yours, one hand grabbing your chin while the other began kneading your breast again, making you gasp and moan as his warm lips moved against yours. At first you tried to pull away, to stop the kiss, but his mouth felt so soft and his touch felt so good you couldnât help yourself. Your eyes fluttered closed and one hand came up to grab the arm that was raised against your cheek.
A part of you knew this was wrong, and you knew that a normal person would be afraid of this large man, but you werenât. You were completely overpowered with lust that had been stewing ever since he had walked through those doors.
Who cared if someone walked in? A part of you wished someone would.
Who cared if you werenât in pristine condition? He clearly didnât.
His hands found your legs and you let out a shocked squeak as he lifted you, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist while your back leaned against the wall. Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck as well and he smiled down at your shocked expression.
âIâve wanted you for so long,â he breathed as his nimble fingers took up unbuttoning your shirt again.
âM-me too,â you stuttered earnestly, already a desperate and needy mess, especially with the slight pressure of him against your core.
âReally,â he said, his voice lowering and one of his eyebrows cocking up in an enthused expression.
You were about to reply, but his hands were suddenly cupping your bra clad chest, squeezing slightly. You moaned embarrassingly, throwing your head back against the wall as he teased you.
âThis is pretty,â He commented, his finger trailing down the outside of your lacy bra.
âTh-thanks,â You stuttered.
âDid you wear it hoping I might see it?â He asked, his hands cupping your breasts again as his dark eyes met yours in the halflight.
You remembered all the times you put on your work outfit you would wonder if Jin would like it. You had wondered if his hands would ever move to unclasp your bra and do all the things you could only fantasize about.
You nodded slightly and he smirked, before his hands were coming behind your back and skillfully unclasping the bra. A part of you wondered how many times he had done this before tonight, but you didnât really care. He was yours for the night, so what did it matter?
As your bra was loosened he easily slid his hands under it to grope you much easier, his large hands cupping them. You pushed your head against the wall, biting your lip to stifle the moans that were bubbling at your lips. His fingers skillfully found your already hard nipples, running back and forth over them. With each touch of his hand arousal shot through your core.
âJ-Jin,â you whimpered as he rolled your sensitive buds between his fingers.
âYes my dear,â he asked, eyes boring into you.
âW-what if someone sees?â You asked, your breath was coming out faster as he began to play more roughly with your nipples, occasionally groping your chest insistently.
âHmm⌠then I guess theyâll know how much of a slut you actually are behind that bitchy exterior,â he said. You huffed as he was suddenly attacking your neck again, trailing to bite your shoulder and collarbone, irritably pushing the fabric of your button up aside.
âF-fuck,â you whispered, shuddering as he began sucking on a spot just below your collarbone, hands still working gracefully on your chest. You could feel the growing wetness of your panties, and you were becoming needy. Unfortunately, Jin had no intentions of rushing the time he had with you, taking his time leaving an array of bruises just below your collarbones, hands still groping your chest.
His mouth finally found yours and as you kissed he helped you get your shirt off the rest of the way, and then gently lowered your feet to the ground to remove your bra as well. You kissed him back feverishly as his hands found your hips, holding them within his massive hand as your mouth opened with his, deepening the already sloppy kiss.
One of his hands went back to your breast, flicking over your nipple and making you squeak against his lips. He chuckled and pulled away, licking his lips as he looked at you standing topless before him.
You felt suddenly exposed but you couldnât think too much as he was suddenly bringing his head down and gripping one of your breasts, guiding his hot mouth to your nipple. You gasped and shuddered at the feeling of his wet tongue against you, practically lying against the wall as he worked his magic on you, teasing your body cruelly.
You let out a startled gasp as he suddenly slapped your ass hard, the sound echoing in the dark room. He continued to squeeze and grope your ass while his mouth trailed from one breast to the other before reconnecting feverishly with your mouth. His fingers finally began to work at undoing your jeans and you lifted your arms again to wrap around his neck as you made out, to distract you as his hand wasted no time in dipping into your pants.
You moaned loudly and dropped your head against his shoulder to muffle the sound as his fingers dragged along your wet panties, finding your clit easily and beginning to move his middle finger in slow circles.
âYouâre practically dripping,â he teased, and you let out a low whine as his finger continued to rub your sensitive bud through your panties. Your stomach was twisting and turning with anticipation, and all you wanted was to feel him inside of you already.
âHurry up and fuck me!â You gasped as his finger pressed harder against you.
âSomeoneâs impatient,â He laughed, but made no move to do what you had told him. You reached out boldly and began rubbing over the bulge of his cock in his jeans, moving your own hand in slow circles as he did the same to you.
He didnât stop you, but he did finally dip his hands beneath your panties, splitting the folds of your dripping cunt with his fingers and making your body shudder hard at the feeling. You kept rubbing his cock, but you were forced to stop as you felt a finger slip into your core, causing you to cry out loudly.
As you pulled back your head he pushed you back against the wall hard and reconnected his lips with yours to quiet you. As he began fingering you, his fingers brushed against your g-spot, drawing out mewls of arousal from your lips. You couldnât even focus on the kiss, your entire being was focused on his fingers slipping in and out of your core.
You blushed hearing the squelching sounds of your wetness as he began fingering you.
âLetâs get these off of you shall we?â He suggested, and you whined as he pushed your jeans and panties down with ease, as soon as they hit the ground his fingers were dragging back against you, making you shudder and cry out.
âJin!â you moaned as he suddenly was pushing his fingers inside of you again quickly, wasting no time in beginning to pound in and out of you expertly.
âYouâd better quiet down before someone hears you princess,â he whispered darkly, not bothering to slow his pace.
You bit down hard on your lip, your hands reaching out to ground yourself on his shoulders, fingers digging into them as your mouth twisted in pleasure and embarrassment. The sound of your wetness was new even to you. Jin suddenly stopped and you whined out loudly, causing him to laugh softly.
âSit down over here,â he ordered, and pointed to a chair conveniently placed in the corner of the room, probably left there to be thrown away, but instead forgotten.
âW-what if itâs dirty,â you whimpered.
He smiled softly down at you. You had been reduced to nothing more than his toy at this moment, standing naked in front of him, completely at his mercy. You had to say though, you definitely didnât mind.
He slowly undid his chefâs coat, sliding it off to reveal a tight black tee shirt beneath it and slowly went to the chair, laying it over the bottom of it. In the half light you could see the definition of his muscles and as he turned around you were wrapping your arms around his neck to sloppily kiss him again while his hands wrapped around your waist, kissing you back just as hard as your hands glided to his chest.
He was just as muscular as you had expected.
âTake off your shirt,â you gasped.
He chuckled and pulled away, slowly grabbing the edges of it and sliding it over his head, revealing his toned abs and strong shoulders.
âHoly shit,â you whimpered, your hands coming to touch his pectoral muscles and running down his body, enjoying the ridges of his abs against your fingertips, stopping at his waist band.
âThatâs enough now,â he cooed, âSit down,â he ordered, pushing you slightly towards the chair.
âBut what if-â
âSit. Down.â His voice took on a more authoritative tone and your stomach twisted.
âO-okay,â
âItâs not okay. Itâs, âYes, Chef.ââ he ordered.
âY-yes Chef,â you stuttered, sitting down in the chair slowly.
You bit your lip as Jin dropped to his knees in front of you, looking down at him through anxious eyes. You had no idea what he was planning, or what he wanted.
âSpread your legs,â he ordered and you took a deep breath. You hadnât expected to be this exposed to him at all. His eyes were boring into you hungrily, and you felt anticipation knotting up your stomach as you slowly spread apart your legs, revealing your wet core to him.
You flinched as he let out a shaking breath, âYouâre so fucking hot,â he said, âSuch a pretty little whore,â
You looked down at him as you felt his fingers coming up to caress your outer thighs, his fingers trailing over your knees and down your calves. Every touch from his nimble fingers was electric. Yet his hands wouldnât go near your core, and you were growing desperate.
âT-touch me,â you whimpered.
âHmm,â he sighed softly, and his fingers went higher up your thighs, âShow me how you want me to touch you,â He breathed and you felt a zing of anxious excitement shoot through you. You had never done something so lewd in front of another person, and you werenât sure if you could.
âW-what do you mean?â You stalled.
âTake your hand,â he ordered, grabbing your wrist and guiding it to your dripping cunt, âAnd play with yourself while I watch. Show me how you like it.â
You bit your lip, looking down at him through your lashes, he stared up at you lustfully, his eyes sliding down your body to focus on your center.
You closed your eyes, and leaned back against the chair, your fingers sliding slowly between your folds and running over your clit. You brought up your other hand to gently begin playing with your nipple, sliding your finger back and forth as the one between your legs rubbed up and down against your clit, gliding between the folds.
You shuddered feeling his hot breath against your hand, and you chanced a glance to see he had drawn closer, focusing on your hand as it moved.
You slowly drew your finger down to your own entrance, pushing your finger against the entrance, little moans sliding out of your lips as you began to push a finger in, making Jin moan as well as he watched.
âYou really are such a little slut,â he teased, and you mewled as you felt two of his fingers against you, beginning to push apart your folds further, examining your most private area with predatory eyes, âJust imagine if someone came in right now,â he whispered, his hot breath brushing against you as your finger pushed in further.
His talk was making you more excited and more desperate, you wished someone would come in and see this right now.
âImagine the look on their face when they see you sitting here, touching your pretty little cunt for me.â
The thought alone was making you more worked up, âChef,â you whimpered, plunging your fingers faster in and out of yourself, sweat was beading on your forehead and beginning to sheen over your body as you became more and more aroused.
âYes princess,â He crooned, his fingers sliding up either side of your core, making you more crazy and desperate.
âMmmm,â you couldnât even speak as one of his fingers ghosted against your clit as you continued to touch yourself, finger flicking more insistently over your nipple, sending shocks of pleasure through you with each stroke.
âSuch a good little whore, all for me,â he praised, beginning to rub your clit in slow circles, making you keen softly, biting your lip hard to try and stop the noises that were begging to spew from your lips.
You were drawing close, your thighs beginning to tremble as you attempted to spread your legs further for him, your hand reaching up to your own throat, squeezing the sides in desperation.
âChoking hm,â he whispered, and you whined as you heard him stand. His hands wrapped around both of your wrists, stopping you from bringing yourself to orgasm.
âL-let go,â you begged, attempting to push your fingers back inside but he pulled them out instead, laying your hand on your thigh while he took the hand around your throat and also set that on your thigh.
âI bet I can make you cum twice as hard as you can yourself,â he whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss against your temple. You felt his hands slip down against your core before pushing inside of you once again, this time with a vengeance.
âOh fuck,â you gasped, and he quickly pressed his lips against yours to stifle you as he began to curl his fingers expertly inside of you. He rubbed that sensitive area with vigor, slowly picking up the pace as his other hand gripped gently on your throat. He was doing everything perfectly, and your body and mind were in ecstasy.
Your hands lifted to grip the offending arm desperately, fingernails digging into his firm arm.
âThatâs right, come on Y/N,â He breathed against you, bringing you closer to the edge. You gasped and shuddered as an orgasm was suddenly upon you, causing you to lurch forward against Jinâs shoulder, clawing at his bicep as he carried you through the orgasm, pounding into you hard and fast.
He pulled quickly out of you, giving you a moment to come down, âReady for another round?â He asked, and you pulled away in shock before he was suddenly rubbing your clit hard and fast, causing you to gasp as the pleasure changed to slight pain as overstimulation set in.
âS-stop⌠n-no,â You whimpered, your body already beginning to tremble. You were already exhausted from the first one, and you could feel the pressure building up twice as much.
Soon you were too far gone as he was pounding into you once again, sweat dripping down his chest and arms as he pounded in and out of you vigorously, his head against your wet neck.
âIâm-iâm gonna⌠oh please,â you mewled and your eyes clenched so tight that you saw white. Your body convulsed hard beneath his finger and his hand came over your mouth as your moans grew loud and intense, liquid spewed lewdly from out of you as you came.
He watched with pride as you squirted, body writhing as your wetness covered his hand.
As soon as you finished you felt intense humiliation racing through your veins, and as he went to pull away you grabbed a hold of him tightly, trembling still, your legs clamping closed. You felt like you might cry as you breathed against his chest.
âGood job princess,â he whispered, gently rubbing your thighs and sides before one of his hands was going to rub your back.
âIâm s-sorry,â you squeaked.
âHm?â He asked, pulling away from you. His strong brows furrowed at your anxious expression.
âI didnât m-mean to,â you whimpered, looking away from him, your hands holding tightly to his wet arm.
âOh princess, you were amazing,â he praised, his voice taking on a comforting and almost sweet tone as he kissed your face.
You blushed brightly, taking deep breaths to calm down. You were still embarrassed, but as Jinâs hands ran up and down your sides soothingly, whispering praise against your ear, you slowly relaxed, and your body began begging once again for his cock.
âWill you fuck me now?â You whispered, looking up at him.
âIâm going to make you see stars,â he growled and you gasped as he was yanking you up from the chair and kissing you hard, his tongue invading your mouth feverishly.
You melted into the kiss, and your hands travelled down his well muscled torso to his black jeans. You were quick to undo his pants for him, pushing down the waistband eagerly, while still trying to maintain the kiss.
He separated from your mouth for a moment to pull down his pants, and then his boxers, revealing his hard length.
You gasped seeing how big he actually was, a zap of fear going through you as you wondered if you would be able to take him all. Your hands went to his cock, and you began jerking him off. Rubbing up and down on his hard length. He lifted his hands to your face, tangling his fingers in your hair as he kissed you hard, grunting occasionally as you went.
His mouth eventually left yours to attack the side of your neck, his hands sliding down your body and groping your ass. You were eager to feel him inside of you, just the thought alone making you wetter.
You whimpered as he smacked your ass quite hard and he pulled away from you, âAgainst the wall,â he ordered suddenly. You looked down and realized the precum beading at the tip of his hard cock.
You felt a flash of excitement and pride, âYes, Chef,â you said, pulling away and going against the wall.
You heard him bend down and the rip of a package as he slipped on a condom. It was a good thing he thought to do so, because your mind was far from worrying about anything other than having him fill you.
You heard him coming back over and you squeaked as he grabbed your hips, pulling you back. Your palms splayed against the wall and you spread your legs a bit for him as he slid his finger down the length of your spine before pausing and you squeaked as he slapped your ass once again.
âAfter all the trouble you give me, itâs so good hearing you whine like that,â he said softly, and you gasped as he spanked you again, âYou wanted me to punish you didnât you,â he teased.
âY-yes Chef,â you said, and as he spanked you once more, you revelled in the sting of it, feeling the way your body reacted to him spanking you. After a few more tears were pricking the corner of your eyes and you were growing needy.
âOh please fuck me!â You cried out.
He was quiet for a moment, but then you felt his fingers slipping between your lips, pushing your lips apart to give him easier access.
âAlright now princess, be good for me,â he whispered and you waited with bated breath as the head of his cock teased your entrance, he rubbed against your slit a few times, gathering your own wetness all over his cock before he began to push inside of you.
You moaned out and brought one hand to your mouth to stifle the sound as your walls spasmed around him. He was massive, stretching you as he slowly inserted himself deep inside of you. He let out little grunts of his own at the feeling of your body clenching around him.
âIâm in,â he said, leaning down to gently bite your shoulder, making you squeak at the feeling.
âF-fuck me,â you begged, âJust fuck me,â
âSo needy,â he commented, before he began slowly sliding in and out of you, causing your muscles to spasm. You bit your lip, trying to stifle any of the sounds that were begging to be released.
âYouâre so fucking wet,â he groaned, smacking your ass as he started getting into a rhythm, fucking into you at a steady pace, making you whine and shudder around him. This was more than you could have ever dreamed. With each thrust he would bury himself deep inside of you, head teasing your cervix, before pulling nearly all the way out and then snapping his hips back into you, causing you to cry out at the feeling.
âAre you my little whore?â He growled as he started to pick up the pace.
âY-yes chef,â you whimpered, feeling your knees growing weak.
âSay it.â He ordered, and you let out a faltering gasp as he suddenly pulled you up, one arm wrapping around your waist to hold you while his other wrapped around your throat, pushing your head back against his chest.
âAhh, I-Iâm your little whore,â you breathed out, gasping as he was suddenly thrusting right into a sensitive area deep inside, with each snap of his hips your body would spasm.
Suddenly you both froze hearing voices coming from somewhere, and adrenaline zapped through your body. Oh fuck, what if they heard you, or worse what if they came in and saw.
He grabbed you tightly and forced you to turn with him to face the door, grabbing one of your breasts, his finger flicking cruelly over your nipple, âDo you think you can keep quiet,â he whispered against your ear, slipping his hand down your abdomen to slide a finger over your clit.
âA-aang,â you gasped, biting your tongue as he began to move his finger in slow circles, the voices were growing closer.
âTheyâd be so turned on to see you like this,â he whispered, âTotally at my mercy.â He growled, beginning to thrust slowly in and out again, pulling his hand away from your clit to hold you, one hand still wrapped around your throat. You felt tears pricking your eyes as you did your best to keep quiet, your stomach twisting with anxiety and your heart pounding so loud they could probably hear it out there.
He did everything in his power to torment you, fingers running between teasing your nipple and rubbing your clit. Whispering sweet nothings against your ear while occasionally biting your earlobe.
Finally you heard the door to the outside open and it was silent once more.
You let out a shaky sigh and he picked up the pace, his hand splaying across your abdomen. âGood girl,â
âY-youâre insane,â you whined, and he laughed softly before beginning to fuck you harder, the sound of his skin slapping yours filling the room.
âYouâre taking me so well,â he praised, âI can feel my cock hitting your walls,â he whispered in your ear, sending a shiver through your body.
He grabbed your hand, placing it under his against your abdomen. You gasped as he suddenly snapped his hips into you, and you felt the bulge against your hand, making you even more turned on.
âCan you feel it,â
âYouâre so fucking big,â you whined as he suddenly started fucking you harder, almost bouncing you on his cock. His hand moved from yours to rub your clit, making you moan loudly. His hand on your throat was snapping over your mouth in an instant to quiet you as you were pushed into orgasm once more, muscles spasming around the large manâs monstrous cock, the feeling of him hitting into your hand was making you crazy.
As you finished he slipped out of you, and you nearly fell, your legs weak. He caught you easily and spun you around, pushing you up against the wall. His hands slipped under your thighs and he was lifting you before you knew it, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips.
âIâm not done just yet baby,â he whispered. You whimpered, and sighed as he slid his cock back into easily.
âHmmmm,â You sighed in contentment, your hands wrapping around his neck and tangling in his hair as you leaned forward to kiss him hard.
He didn't even need to lean you against the wall, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed you back just as hard, your walls spasming around his large cock. You felt so full it was blissful.
He finally pressed you back against the wall, and began to pound in and out of you, causing you to throw your head back against the wall as he fucked you.
He was going faster, sweat was dripping from both of you as you were getting closer to orgasm and Jin was right on the edge. He was beginning to spew curse words, his hands gripping your sides hard as he pounded into you. You were almost laying against the wall, if it wasnât for his hands holding you up and your death grip around his neck you would fall.
âSuch a good fucking whore,â He growled, and you gasped as he lifted a hand to grope your breast, flicking his finger over your nipple before you saw his abdomen spasm, his muscles clenching as he groaned out loudly himself. His hand going back, exposing his gorgeous neckline, face twisted in pleasure.
You moaned at the sight, and as the hand on your breast rubbed over your swollen, oversensitive clit you were coming as well, body spasming for the fourth time in orgasm as he held you tightly. As you both finished finally you pulled yourself up onto him, dropping your head against his shoulder and taking gasping breaths, your entire body exhausted.
You felt his cock slip out of you and he held you tightly, a hand going to your head, running his fingers through your hair, breathing just as deeply as you.
âHow are you?â He asked.
âTired,â you muttered, you werenât sure yet if you could stand on your own.
âThink youâll be able to drive home?â He asked, rubbing your back in slow circles.
You let out a soft sigh, âOhhhh, fuck,â you groaned. You had completely forgotten about the thirty minute drive home, and already your body was so sore and tired. You wanted to sleep more than anything.
âYou can stay the night with me,â he offered sweetly.
âAre you sure,â you muttered.
âGet dressed,â He ordered, helping you disentangle yourself from him and finding your clothes for you.
You struggled slightly getting yourself dressed. You would need to go to the bathroom asap, but you wondered if he would leave you behind if you did. Not that it would matter. Jin put on his clothes, folding up his chef's coat from the chair and folding it over his arm.
You looked at it and felt a dark blush cover your cheeks, âIâm sorry⌠about that.â you said, gesturing to the chef's coat.
Jin chuckled darkly, âIt was sexy,â he said, shrugging and grinning from ear to ear.
You looked away shyly, âTh-thanks⌠and I- Iâm sorry about today too. I was just frustrated and-â Jin came forward, placing a finger against your lips.
âHush. Weâre already past that⌠you made up for it⌠Besides it was more me than you that was being an asshole.â He admitted, and leaned forward to kiss your forehead.
âI really like you,â you blurted. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or the fact this man had given you four of the best orgasms of your life, but you were suddenly ready to bare your soul to him.
You didnât want this to be a one time thing⌠well maybe just once here. You didnât want to go back to the strained relationship.
âWell I gathered that,â he said, rolling his eyes at you.
âI-I mean it⌠IâŚâ
âPrincess, we donât need to talk about this right now.â He said, caressing your cheek, âWe smell like sex and sweat, and weâre standing in a filthy back room at work⌠letâs go back to my place okay? We can take a shower and talk more,â he promised.
You nodded slowly, that sounded heavenly⌠but still.
âTh-thatâs fine but, we wonât go back to how things were before right?⌠We arenât gonna fight anymore?â
âIâm tired of pretending I like you less than I do,â he said, smiling sweetly at you before coming over to you.
He placed his arm around you and slowly opened the door, looking both ways before stepping out and taking you outside into the cold air. As soon as you got to his car and sat down in the passenger seat you were out like a lightâŚ
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strawberry kisses
you and felix have a longstanding tradition of baking the day after finals. usually, itâs the best method of relaxing after long hours of studying. unfortunately, you find yourself rather tense this time â after all, itâs always fun to spend an entire day in a cramped kitchen with your crush, isnât it?
pairing:Â lee felix x reader
warnings: fluff and kissing, mild angst, reader likes strawberries (sorry if youâre allergic skdlsd), ex boyfriend (but supportive bestie) minho, reader has low self confidence :(, like two curse words, kisses!!
genre: friends to lovers au, kinda idiots to lovers, mutual pining
word count: 2.9k+
a/n: short fic for Felix hehe
Your eyes glazed over as you reviewed the last response of your final exam of the term. After two long hours of plugging equations you hardly understood into your nearly-dead calculator and speed-writing to the point where youâre sure youâve bruised your dominant hand, you finally finished. At lightning speed, you gathered your exam papers and submitted them at the front with a quick prayer to the universe.
A few other students followed your rushed pace out of the large lecture hall, all of you eager to finally get out of the stuffy room.
As you stepped out of the packed hall and into the cooling outdoors, you checked your phone, which was filled with texts from the one person you were trying desperately to get out of your head (and miserably failing at that).
felix (strawberry head) <3
5:23 PM
did you finish your chem final ???
hyunjin and i just submitted our video for our dance performance
your editing was very good btw :D
5:35 PM
y/nnnnn youâre taking forever :(
weâre waiting at the quad for you !!
5:40 PM
*i am waiting at the quad for you
the others got too hungry and left, but iâm waiting for you!
pls hurry itâs cold :[
You bit back a laugh at his texts, his heartwarming tone filling you with a familiar fuzzy feeling. You pushed the feeling aside as you texted a reply.
y/n
5:43 PM
be there in 2 :D
You stifled a smile as you rushed towards the quad. Soon enough, you saw Felix and his bright, red-dyed hair (you first noted that it closely resembled a strawberry). The moment your eyes met his, you felt your heart skip a beat and heat spread across your face. This was the common reaction youâve had for the past few months whenever you see Felix.
He rushed over to you with a giddy smile and his arms outstretched. Quickly, he barrelled into you and pulled you into a tight embrace.
âYou took so long,â he whined, his chest vibrating as he spoke.
âI know, I know. âM sorry,â you responded, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt. You took a second to enjoy his hold and the comforting warmth that Felix always provided you whenever he was near. Over the past few years, youâve grown accustomed to the scent of his sweet floral perfume, the feeling of his tight hugs, and the way he played with your fingers when he was bored.
All the things you were fond of were now extreme nuisances in your life. Not because they were annoying or because you disliked Felix, but rather the complete opposite; you were completely, helplessly, and foolishly in love with him.
âYou ready to go?â Felix asked suddenly, breaking you out of your thoughts. He brought his arms down from around you, and you looked down at the ground as you nodded, hoping that he didnât see the intense blush that was spreading from your face to your neck.
You are so fucked for tomorrow.
After an entire night of tossing and turning in anxiety, the next day finally arrived. To say you were nervous was a massive understatement.
The minute you woke up, you began to anxiously clean your apartment while your roommate Ryujin laughed at you. As you wiped down every visible crevice, she made sure to pester you about a âmissed spotâ or tempt you with sweets.
âYouâve never cleaned this much whenever Felix came over before,â she pointed out with a laugh while you wiped down the kitchen counters for the fourth time.
âWhat do you mean?â you asked, your voice uncharacteristically high-pitched.
Ryujin scoffed. âIt is so obvious that you like Felix, thereâs no point in lying to me,â she stated bluntly.
Your hand froze mid-wipe on the counter. You looked over at your blue-haired roommate nervously. âIs it really⌠that obvious?â
âYes,â she deadpanned.
You winced and dropped your head onto the smooth stone countertop. âDo you think heâs noticed?â you moaned into your arms.
âIf he hasnât, I will personally pay for his glasses prescription.â
You whined again as you lifted your head up to look directly at Ryujin. âIf heâs noticed then why hasnât he said anything?â
She stood up as she answered, âNot sure but you could always ask him today.â
Your mouth dropped in horror at the suggestion. âI canât tell him how I feel! That would completely ruin our friendship!â
âSo youâd rather continue tip-toeing around him and never get a clear answer?â she questioned, her arms crossed.
âYes.â
Ryujin sighed and started to collect her things. âYou can do whatever you want,â she started as she placed her papers in her backpack, âbut I recommend you tell him soon.â She stood up and headed for the door. Just before opening it and leaving you alone with your thoughts until Felix arrived, she turned around and said, âI wonât be home until late, have fun.â With that, she winked and walked out of your shared apartment.
You scoffed at her suggestive tone and stood upright to check the time.
10:08 AM
You gasped. Felix said he was going to arrive at 10:30, but knowing him he would be at least 15 minutes early, meaning you only had 7 minutes to get yourself together!
You cursed and rushed to your bedroom. Switching out of your wrinkled pajamas, you opted for a random hoodie you grabbed out of your closet and jeans. After you changed, you made a beeline for the bathroom and fixed your appearance. You quickly brushed through your hair and washed your face, hoping you removed all remnants of your restless sleep.
Just as you predicted, you heard four distinctive knocks on your front door right at 10:15.
âComing!â you exclaimed as you rushed out of your bathroom.
Right before you opened the front door, you placed a hand on your beating heart and mumbled words of encouragement to yourself. Then, after deciding that you were probably taking too long, you pulled the door open.
Immediately, Felix, covered in a large hoodie and arms filled with large bags of baking ingredients, greeted you with a large grin. Like every other time, you felt your heart skip a beat when you made eye contact with him.
âHi,â you said simply, a smile on your face.
âHi,â he responded. He looked you up and down, asking, âAre you wearing my hoodie?âÂ
You paled and looked down at the large pink hoodie, immediately recognizing it as the one that Felix lent you almost one year ago when he dropped you off at the airport since you forgot yours in the car. Once you got back from your trip, youâd forgotten to give it back to him.
âO-oh,â you stuttered, looking down at the oversized sleeves. âI didnât even realize,â you continued awkwardly. âYou can ha -â
âItâs fine,â he cut you off, the smile never leaving his face. He shrugged. âYou look better in it anyways.â
Your mouth dropped and you found yourself unable to respond for a few moments. Felix laughed at your dumbfoundedness and gently pushed you aside to walk into the apartment. Once he set the bags down on the kitchen counters, you returned to your senses and closed the door to walk over to him.
âSo, what are we making today?â you asked, trying to keep your voice as level as possible. It wasnât an easy task to do, considering his proximity to you.
You held your breath as he grabbed your hands and looked into your eyes. âWhatâs your favorite fruit?â he asked excitedly.
âEr, strawberries?â you answered, tilting your head to the side in mild confusion.
At that, Felix let go of your hands and quickly pulled out a carton of fresh strawberries from one of the bags. You gasped in delight at the sight of the bright fruit and immediately thanked him.
âItâs no big deal,â he responded while sliding the fruits into the fridge. âIâm gonna eat most of the tarts and choco strawberries anyways,â he added with a sneaky laugh.
You scoffed. âYou always say that but you always end up giving me the most.â You smirked at him while taking out the baking materials.
âI donât give it to you,â he countered. âYou steal them.â
âWhatever helps you sleep at night,â you told him with a sing-song tone. He laughed from your side, and you swore that you heard actual sparkles, as if he were a fairy, when he did.
You cleared your throat, hoping to rid your mind of distracting thoughts that could be potential problems during the next seven hours that Felix would be at your apartment. âSo, master chef Felix,â you started, lowering your voice like a TV show announcer. âWhat are you going to do first?â
âWell, my fair announcer,â he began, holding up the silicon whisk like a microphone. âI think we should start with preparing the shortbread dough, what about you?â
âAh, you are the chef. Lead the way,â you responded with a wide smile.
You both laughed together and actually began the baking. Like usual, Felix did most of the work while you played music and assisted from the side. You worked together seamlessly, and soon enough the shortbread cookies were done and strawberry jam cooling to the side.
While you taste-tested the jam, Felix began to whisk the melted chocolate, and you took this time to admire him. You stood at his side, allowing you to admire his side profile.
Felix was easily one of the most beautiful individuals you ever laid your eyes on. But his appearance wasnât the only part you fell for â he was one of the few people whose inside beauty matched their outside beauty.
Felix was kind, funny, optimistic, and just about every positive adjective you could find in a dictionary. After every failed test, he was there with a cup of strawberry ice cream and a shoulder to cry on. When you landed your first job, he was there to celebrate with you even when your own family wasnât. And when you and Minho mutually broke up, he was there to give you advice as you coped with the end of your first relationship.
How could you not fall for him?
And sometimes you had the feeling that he liked you back. The touches that would linger for just a few seconds too long, the soft smiles that Chan claimed he only ever gave to you, and his late-night texts all spurned a tiny hopeful fire in you that kept your crush alive.
No matter how many times you tried to get over him and convince yourself that your crush didnât exist, the tiny voice in your head still spoke. âBut what if he likes you back?â
Now, as Felix stood by your side with a soft smile on his face while he whisked the chocolate, that voice screamed louder than ever.
And just as you gained a sliver of courage, the same paralyzing thoughts that have held you back for the past few months returned.
Felix was out of your league in every way. He was social and easily commanded the attention of an entire room with so much as two words. His outward beauty matched his insides, and everyone on campus reached a collective agreement that if angels ever existed and walked among us â Lee Felix was certainly one of them.
And those things were only the tip of the iceberg that is Felix. He was talented, sensitive, supportive, passionate, and everything you could ever ask for and then some.
You then thought back to all the people he rejected - kindly, of course - and how you matched up to them. If Felix didnât choose to go out with all those beautiful and talented people, what on Earth made you think you would choose you?
At this point, Felix picked up on your sudden silence and how your breaths grew heavy and uneven.
âAre you⌠alright?â he asked carefully, his own chest beating heavily.
You stared at him, panicked that he caught onto your apprehension. âUmâŚâ you started, trailing off as you met his gaze.
Felix let go of the whisk and grabbed your hands. âYou can say whatever you need to.â
âI uh,â you started after a few moments, internally battling yourself to gain courage as you realized that itâs now or never. âI kinda like you,â you admitted quietly, looking down at your intertwined hands anxiously. You waited for him to pull his hand away in disgust and start to kindly reject you like he did to all those other people, but it never came. After a few seconds, his hands still the entire time, you looked up at him with glassy eyes in confusion.
âWhat?â he finally said, his deep voice softer than ever.
You looked back down at your hands shamefully. âDo I really have to repeat it?â you asked weakly. âI like you, Felix. I have for the past few months and itâs been driving me insane because it feels like my heartâs about to stop dead whenever I see you and I can never think straight when youâre with me. Apparently, itâs been pretty obvious and I really tried my best to get over it so it wouldnât hurt our friendship.
âTrust me, I really wanted to get over it but I couldnât, and I know you donât like me back so itâs ok. I can deal with it on my own and you can just leave a -â
âY/N,â Felix said suddenly, his voice firm. You looked up, tears rolling down your face as you were sure that he was about to reject you.
âFelix please donât interrupt me. At least let me finish what I have to say,â you pleaded softly, removing your hands from his.
âY/N,â he repeated, his voice much gentler. He carefully wiped the tears from your face and took your hands into his again. âCan I say something before you finish?â he requested.
You choked back a sob as you nodded, certain that he was just going to let you down kindly.
âI like you too, Y/N,â he said shyly, a blush spreading across his freckled face.
Your entire body froze.
âI was too scared to admit it because I didnât think you liked me back,â he continued, the words slowly registering in your mind. âTo be honest, I thought you still liked Minho.â
You blushed at his words, thinking back to all the times you would pull Minho, your ex-boyfriend, to the side to talk about Felix these past few months. You didnât realize how it must have looked to Felix or your other friends.
âI was also⌠afraid of ruining our friendship, so Iâve just kept it to myself the past two years.â
You gaped at him. âTwo years?â you sputtered, causing him to laugh at the way your eyes widened comically. âThatâs when we first started uni!â
He shrugged. âWhat can I say? I was instantly attracted to the way you fought Chan on why you should be allowed to keep the minifridge in your dorm,â he joked.
You blushed at the embarrassing memory, although it wasnât completely regrettable as it was how you met most of your current friends â including Felix.
âIâm surprised,â you voiced simply. âI didnât think you would ever like me back.â You breathed out, your muscles relaxing instantly.
Felix grinned again and he moved slowly to envelop you in his arms. He rested his hands on the small of your back and his head on the crook of your shoulder.
âDoes this mean that I can take you out on a date?â he whispered.
âWill you promise to stop taking unflattering pictures of me and sending them to me in the middle of the night?â you asked, your head resting against his and arms around him.
He sighed. âFine,â he answered reluctantly with a whine.
âThen sure,â you responded and pulled your head back to meet his eyes. His eyes shined from the sunlight pouring through the windows and his freckles glimmered like stars across a canvas. Felix was truly beautiful inside and out.
âYou have some strawberry jam on your lip,â he said after a few silent moments where you both admired each other.
âReally?â you asked. Your hand moved from his back towards your face, but Felix caught your hand in midair and returned it to its original position.
âIâll get it,â he murmured with a gentle smile before closing the distance between your lips.
You held your breath as he pressed his soft lips against yours. You instantly recognized the strawberry chapstick he uses and the taste of the shortbread cookies. He swiped his tongue against the corner of your lip, and the sudden sensation caused a shiver to run down your spine.
You brought your hand up to his hair and gently tugged at his dyed locks. Felix brought you closer to him and massaged your back as he deepened the kiss.
When you finally pulled away, your face was burning red and you were completely breathless. Felix was smiling giddily, his arms still around yours.
âI think thereâs still some jam left,â he told you, not even giving you a second to respond before he pressed his lips against yours once again. This kiss was much more playful than the last as you giggled against each other in the kiss.
âDid you get it all?â you asked him, your voice reduced to a murmur as he continued kissing your lips.
He hummed, kissing you once and twice in between, before responding, âI donât think so.â
You laughed against his lips. âWell, I guess you better get it all. I canât have strawberries stuck on my lips all day.â
He laughed with you, and true to his words, he eventually did get all the strawberry jam off (an extra two hours and an uncountable amount of kisses later).
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My One in a Million Chapter 8
Hiiiii! I'm back from the dead and finally got back to writing again <3
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CW: Mentions of food
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Chapter 8 - The morning after
Remus woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. He blinked a few times to get the tiredness out of his eyesâwhich seemed to want to stay glued shutâand stared at the ceiling for long moments.
His first thought was that, for a second, he thought he could hear Padfootâs laugh. Vague images of a dream heâd had came flooding back to him; long corridors, empty beds and his gaming console. The sound must have been a remnant of that.
The second thought was that the ceiling of his room was weird. He couldnât quite pinpoint where the bugging sensation came from, but something was off and he was way too tired to figure out what it was. Maybe he should just go back to sleep. Groaning, he turned around to do just that, and thatâs when he got a good look at the rest of the room.
He sat up with a start, regretting it instantly when nausea hit him like a wave. Closing his eyes, he stayed still until the feeling ebbed away, then opened them again slowly.
This wasnât his room. There was no sign of any of his stuff; instead, he saw a big mirror, a dark wood chest of drawers, and a trail of scattered things that either belonged to different people or to someone with diverse tastes: a blue hair tie, a black snapback, t-shirts that at a glance he could tell were of different sizes, with stamps that varied from Disney to Strand.
One by one, memories from the night before popped up as the fogginess from sleep left him completely. Thatâs right, Sirius had offered his home to him after heâd found Remus outside of his flat; heâd come in to take a shower and had sat on the couch as they watched a movie and drank. Things were a bit hazy from that point on.
Had he really pouted and asked Sirius to stay with him like a little kid? Fuck, please let that be a part of the drunk hallucinations. He turned around slowly, glancing to the other side of the bed with his heart beating fast in his throat, but the spot next to him was empty.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Remus threw the blankets to the side and planted his feet on the floor to get some resemblance of stability, but frowned when he stepped on something. Looking down, he noticed a pillow and a blanket lying rumpled on the floor, next to his side of the bed.
A pang of guilt made its way to his chest when he realised Sirius must have slept on the floor while Remus was on the bed, covered from head to toe and warm. Sirius had been so careful with him. Every touch had been gentle, not invasive but rather trying not to overstep, trying to comfort. So, so very careful.
Remus felt slightly ashamed for thinking Sirius would take advantage of him. Not to mention for the way he'd bawled his eyes out in front of the man. Heâd made a fool of himself yet again, something that kept happening a lot as of late and to which he wasnât used to.
âOh, God.â He remembered how heâd felt his motherâs hand brushing his hair before he fell asleep and he desperately hoped he hadnât called out for her in his dream. Bringing a hand to his forehead, he could almost feel that phantom touch, tracing fingertips over his hairline.
He rubbed his face in embarrassment. He wasnât sure if he was ready to face Sirius after all that, but there was no way he could fall asleep again and a quick glance at the clock on the opposite wall told him it was barely eight in the morning. It was still too early to call Leo or go back to the clinic, plus he didnât know how everything had panned out.
Remus glanced at the bedside table where his phone was lying face down and stretched over to grab it. He flipped it from hand to hand, back and forth, the small thing weighing him down every time it fell on his palm with a soft thud.
He could call.
He should call.
But what if something had gone wrong? What if Cocoa had had a complication during the night? Would they have notified him already if that was the case? Did he want to find out like this, far away from him and helpless to do anything? He didnât want to show any more weaknesses in front of Sirius, heâd already shown more of his vulnerable side than heâd ever intended to.
Nodding to himself, Remus got up and threw the phone on the bed. He took two steps towards the door. The doctor had told him to go in the afternoon; he could wait a couple of hours before going back to the clinic and then he would know andâ
A huff escaped him as Remus hurried back and dialed the number, plopping down on the mattress.
âThank you for calling Mercy Animal Clinic. This is Jennifer, how can I help you?â
âYes, hi, my name is Remus? I brought my dog in last night for chocolate poisoning and IâI was just calling to check on him?â
âOf course, Sir. What is the patient's name?â
âCocoa,â said Remus, gripping his phone a bit tighter. Jennifer hummed and asked for a few more details to confirm his identity, to which Remus replied on autopilot, his mind going blank in a subconscious attempt to protect himself.
âJust a second, please.â
Remus busied himself counting the floorboards while he waited, trying to calm his nerves, but it had the opposite effect as he became very aware of how long Jennifer was taking to find what he wanted to know. Heâd started tapping his foot when the receptionist finally came back on the other end of the line.
âYes, everything was ok during the night and Cocoa will be ready to go home after lunch,â they said cheerfully.
Remusâ breath stopped completely and then he exhaled loudly. He could have sworn he felt his heart unclench, invisible fingers letting go of their painful grip and allowing blood to stream freely again. His shoulders dropped, releasing all the pent up tension that had been building there since heâd stepped into his apartment the night before, and he laid down, covering his eyes with his free arm.
âSir?â Jennifer said hesitantly.
âYes. Ok. Ok. Thanks, Iâll be there.â He hung up and let the phone fall at his side.
The silence of the room was an echo of his own head as Remus tried to let the words sink in. He peeked at the ceiling from under his arm. Cocoa was fine. The phrase repeated itself a few times until Remus took a deep breath and swung himself up.
The hall was quiet outside of the room, but he could hear some noises coming from ahead. Remus bunched the sleeves of the jumper he was wearing, not too willing to admit how comfy and warm he was in Siriusâ clothes. Especially not when he was assaulted by memories of Sirius helping him walk through this same corridor the night before and Remus almost gave in to the embarrassment. Sirius probably thought he was pathetic.
Groaning, he steeled himself as he padded the rest of the way, but his step faltered before going into the kitchen, a hand rising to settle on the wall. Something smelled amazing in there. Like melted butter and Saturday mornings back home, with his mom humming as she stood by the stove and the sun streamed in through the open windows. The sound of the sizzling pan was accompanied by a rock song playing in the background, a cool guitar distortion filling the room, followed by a gravelly voice singing a capella.
And there was Sirius in the middle of it all, moving around the kitchen gracefully, head bopping and singing into a ladle. He slid across the floor like Tom Cruise in that old movie as he moved to the fridge and a chuckle bubbled out of Remusâ chest, taking with it most of the heaviness still clinging to him.
Sirius jumped up, accidentally closing the fridge door with a bang, and turned to face Remus fully. It was only then that Remus realized what he was wearing: he had black ripped jeans and a black tee, his hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail; and on top of all that, he had one of those aprons that had a buff man printed on the front, that read âKiss the chefâ.
Remus stared for so long that Sirius followed his gaze and looked down, only to look back up quickly with a blush. âIt was Jamesâ idea of a joke.â
James, as Remus was quickly learning, took special pleasure in teasing his friends, although Lily claimed he always failed when it came to her. But Sirius clearly treasured anything that came from his best friend, no matter how silly or awkward.
Clearing his throat, Remus stepped into the kitchen and peered at the stove. âWhat are you making?â
âPancakes!â Sirius exclaimed, seemingly glad for the rapid move of the subject. âI thought you could use some hangover breakfast,â he added with a shrug before turning back to the mixing bowl on the counter.
âOh,â Remus said dumbly, taken by surprise. He scrambled for something to add. âDid you get the recipe from the same place as those cookies?â
Sirius spluttered and threw an offended look over his shoulder. âMon Dieu, Iâm never going to live that down, am I? Iâll have you know, these are my speciality. But I wonât give you anything if you keep that attitude up.â
Laughing quietly, Remus breathed a sigh of relief that Sirius wasn't looking at him with pity or mentioning his sorry state from the night before. So much had happened between them in just one day, he wasnât sure how he was supposed to act anymore. He shuffled awkwardly to the island and, as he leaned on it, the name of the song Sirius had been dancing to dawned on him.
âI canât believe youâre actually listening to Black Dog,â Remus said, covering his face, not sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.
âHey,â Sirius turned to point at him with the batter-covered ladle, âPlant speaks to me on a spiritual level. Iâm sending good vibes to Cocoa.â
Remus raised an eyebrow, making an effort to keep the corners of his mouth down. âYou do know that the lyrics have nothing to do with dogs, right?â
âYeah, but itâs the feeling that counts,â he waved his hand dismissively, sending a few vanilla-colored drops flying, âand the song title.â Smiling at that logic, Remus shook his headâas weird as it was, he found it reassuring. Sirius peered at him as he flipped the golden pancakes easily. âIâm glad you look better. How are you feeling?â
Remus tensed up, but it didnât look like Sirius was making fun of him. Focusing on some point by his feet, he rubbed at his neck. "Yeah, um. Thank you for your help. And sorry about...everything. I guess it was one thing after the other and it was just too much.â
âWeâve been through this, you have nothing to be sorry for,â Sirius smiled tentatively. âHave they contacted you from the vets?â
âActually, I called just now.â His heart rate picked up as excitement coursed through his body. Saying the words aloud made them even more real, allowed them to settle in and gave way to tiny pinpricks of impatience. âThey said everythingâs good. I can bring him home after lunch.â
Sirius turned to face him fully and his hand went to grip Remusâ forearm, his smile turning so bright it was almost blinding. âRemus, thatâs great.â
Remus smiled too, staring straight at him. âYeah,â he breathed. After a second too long, he coughed discreetly and moved back. âI just feel like I wonât be able to relax fully until I see him, you know? I wish I could go over now.â
âYeah, I get that,â Sirius said as he leaned back too, fingers moving to play with the strings of his apron. âJust a few more hours, eh?â Remus hummed noncommittally and, sensing that he needed a bit of a distraction, Sirius turned his attention back to the food. âIn the meantime, can you get the plates from over there?â He pointed at a cabinet as he got the pan out of the stove.
Remus did as he was asked and brought them over to the counter, where an array of toppings were waiting. His stomach grumbled as he watched Sirius cutting up some strawberries to place over the pancakes and then drizzling chocolate on top of everything, singing under his breath to the next song on his playlist. It was all oddly domestic. It was nice.
They sat in the living room to eat, though instead of sharing the couch like they had last night, Siriusânow without the ridiculous apronâsat across the coffee table on one of the armrests. Remus took a bite of the fluffy sponge and closed his eyes with a hum. âOk, you were right. These are awesome.â
Sirius had just taken a mouthful himself, but he beamed before he swallowed and licked some of the chocolate off his finger. âGlad you like them, Re. I donât think my reputation could have survived another fiasco.â
âAre you sure this wasnât just a lucky mistake?â Remus joked, if only to ignore the way his stomach jumped at the nickname, prompting Sirius to throw a napkin at him.
For the next two hours or so, the conversation was light and easy while the music kept playing at a dim level. But, as time went on and the plates got piled up on the coffee table, Sirius started getting distracted.
He kept glancing at his phone like he was checking the time or waiting for a call. Remus would have thought that he was overstaying his welcomeâSirius had a life to get back to, after allâif it werenât for the fact that the man kept the conversation going and going, asking questions and gesturing excitedly when he was telling a story about how he and his friends had once managed to get a flock of pigeons inside a train full of passengers. At this point, Remus was pretty sure that Sirius was not capable of lying.
A lazy breeze drifted in from the open window, bringing in the smell of morning dew and ruffling Siriusâ hair so that a few strands fell in front of his face. As he brushed them back, he raised his eyes and pinned Remus with a look that was slowly becoming very familiar. That look that said he wanted to say something but he was choosing his words carefully.
Remus was pretty sure he knew what that meant. So far, everything heâd blabbed about the night before had been skillfully avoidedâmostly by Remus averting his eyes every time Sirius looked at him like that. He wasnât looking away now though. Wasnât sure he could, honestly; not with such intensity and thinly-veiled concern directed his way. Sirius opened his mouth, the words starting to form at the back of his throat when Remusâ phone pinged.
He jumped slightly and went to quickly fish it out of his pocket, holding on to the getaway it provided. Talking about his behaviour or the few hints heâd let slip about his past was not something he was ready to tackle. A quiet sigh dropped from Siriusâ lips as he got up to take the plates back to the kitchen, while Remus stared at the notification flashing on his home page. âOh, Padfoot just uploaded a new video?â
The sound of ceramic banging in the sink startled Remus into looking up. âUm...you ok?â
âYes! Too much soap,â Siriusâ voice came back, muffled slightly by the running water.
Remus snorted and got comfortable on one end of the couch, resting his back on the side and pulling his knees up. He wiggled his toes as he waited for the page to load, digging them into the plush sofa and then tapping his feet when the video finally started. It began like usual, with the starting screen of a game and Padfootâs cheerful voice.
âHello everyone and welcome! Youâve all been nagging at me to play with Prongs more often, so I hope you appreciate how much effort it took to get his ass out of bed.â
âThatâs so not the introduction I was expecting,â another voice complained.
âOh, Iâm sorry, did you want to do it?â
âWhy, yes, thank you. Hello yâall! By popular demand and because I know you like me more than this silly goose, I am here to play some games and have fun! Mostly at Padfootâs expense.â
âYouâre the only person in the world who could say âsilly gooseâ and not have everyone laughing at them.â
âI know, itâs a skill I honed for years.â
âWhat the hell,â Remus laughed, shaking his head fondly.
Sirius came back into the room, drying his hands absentmindedly on his pants as he took his seat back. He sat at the very edge of the cushion, leaning slightly forward with his hands clasped between his knees, eyes down.
Remus made a questioning sound, waving the phone in front of him. âDo you mind?â
âNo,â Sirius croaked, gesturing with his hand for him to go on as he cleared his throat.
A small line of confusion pulled Remusâ brows together. Something was definitely going through Siriusâ mind. Deciding to give the man some time, Remus focused his attention back on the video and made a note to ask later if something was bothering him.
Padfoot was talking about the game they were going to play and Remus could feel his energy even through the screen. He always got like this when he was trying something new. Remus pictured him bouncing on his chair, waiting impatiently to start playing, tapping the buttons in anticipation. âHeâs like a kid on sugar, isnât he?â he said without thinking.
A cough came from Siriusâ spot. âWell, I⌠I think itâs...nice? He sounds happy.â
The corners of Remusâ lips tugged up in a small smile at that. âYeah. Thatâs good.â
âHuh?â
âHe didnât seem his usual self in the past few streams. Iâm just glad heâs ok, is all.â
Out of the corner of his eye, Remus saw how Siriusâ hands gripped his knees tightly, slipping through the holes in his jeans. Remus watched in silence but, just when he was about to ask what was going on, the video changed. A small square appeared on one of the corners, showing a man sitting in a chair, not much to see in the background, his face covered with the black dog that was his signature logo. Remus sat up straighter. It wasnât often that Padfoot appeared in his videos and he couldnât help the interest that sparked inside him whenever it happened. He scanned the small image until something caught his eye.
âHuh? ...Wait. Thatâsââ Remus froze for a second before promptly throwing his phone to the other end of the couch. âOh my God.â He covered his mouth, feeling the pull of his mouth as a grin lit up his face, his wide eyes not leaving the small device lying innocently face up. âOh my God, oh my God.â
âWhat happened?â
Remus turned to see Sirius looking at him with a confused little smile, probably wondering if he was still drunk or just bonkers.
âHe...heâs wearing my merch. My merch.â And one of his favourite hoodies from the collection, at that. âHowâHow does he even know about me? I know he likes to keep in shape butâŚâ
The faintest blush crossed Siriusâ cheeks. He rubbed his hands together, looking down at them and then back up at Remusâ still astounded face. He took a deep breath and exhaled in one go. âYou know, Iâm...â He trailed off, mouth opening and closing a few times.
Remus tried to bring his thoughts back to the room, to the man in front of him and not the one on the screen. He bent forward to grab the discarded phone, his mind still reeling as he paused the video. âYeah?â he prompted Sirius to go on when he straightened back up, smile still in placeâhe wasnât sure he could wipe it off even if he wanted to.
Siriusâ grey eyes roamed his face, then went to the phone in his hands before they finally settled on his bright expression and he sighed, smiling and shaking his head. âNo, nevermind.â
Remus tilted his head, but Sirius simply shrugged. âAre you sure? You can say it, whatever it is.â
âI donât think itâs the right time,â Sirius admitted, letting his head fall back as he worried his lip.
Curiosity flared up, dazzling and hot, and Remus tried to water it down, unwilling to trespass Siriusâ boundaries. Instead, he looked down and tried to organise his whirring mind, eyes going to the clock on his phone. âFuck,â he muttered. He really wanted to finish watching and keep talking with Sirius, but it was getting late. âI should probably get going.â
âOh,â Sirius blinked as he raised his head up. âYou can stay if you want to.â
âNo, IâŚâ Remus stood up. âI should go get the key from Leo. I will probably see both his mom and mine, which means it wonât be a short visit and Iâd like to be at the clinic as soon as possible.â
âDo you want me to come with you?â
Stopping midstep, Remus turned to look at Sirius, eyebrows raised. âCome with me?â
âYeah, to the clinic? You are not too fond of them.â
It wasnât a question, but Remus replied anyway, surprised that Sirius had caught on to that at all. âNo, Iâm not,â he said, dumbfounded. He shook his head. âBut itâs ok, you did a lot for me already.â
Sirius rolled his eyes. âRemus, anyone in my place would have done the same.â
No, they wouldnât.
âItâs fine, really. Leo will probably come with me,â he said. He wasnât sure how Sirius could think that everyone was that selfless, that any person would have helped an almost stranger without thinking it was too much effort. Remus chose not to say anything about it, knowing fully well that was not the case.
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Festival 3: Past
Blackpink Jisoo x Male Reader
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Categories: smut
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â⌠and that is why we would like to continue to aggressively pursue the use of your companyâs electronics while we work to build more advanced models. Thank you.â
The words came into your right ear as your translator spoke into a small microphone they were given.
As the older Korean businessman finishes his presentation with a bow, you look over at Mr. Hegstad, the Vice President of your company, and see heâs begun to gather his belongings. You quickly followed his lead and gathered up all the papers that had been handed out during the meeting and tried to organize them quickly so you didnât get left behind.
âPiglet donât forget to take your earpiece out and give it back to our translator,â Mr. Hegstad said, âHaving to replace those is a pain in the ass.â
âYes, sir.â you replied.
âPigletâ a nickname that had been graciously given to you by Mr. Hegstad. Even though he was only five years older than you he was already VP of your company. Climbing the corporate ladder at such an astounding rate made him the envy of a lot of different corporations, who were seeking young executives they could start grooming to take over as the next CEO of their respective companies.
You took out your earpiece and placed it in the white bin labeled with some Korean characters and the word âEARPIECEâ below it in big black bold letters. As you looked up, you saw that Mr. Hegstad was already out the door of the conference room. Quickly shoving the documents inside your bag, you slung it across your body and squeezed your way through the crowd exiting the room.
Mr. Hegstad still had his head facing forward as you finally emerged on the other side of the door, giving you hope that he hadn't noticed your absence by his side yet. Sprinting after him, you brought yourself to a leisurely walk as you got closer.
âGlad you finally caught up Piglet,â he chuckles, âThought Iâd have to leave you behind.â
âSorry for worrying you, Mr. Hegstad,â you sighed in defeat.
âAw c'mon now you know I wouldnât have actually left you alone in a country you donât know, right? And for the love of god when itâs just you and me call me John,â he said, as he threw his arm over your shoulder. âIâm barely older than you and having you of all people call me Mr. Hegstad makes me feel way older than I am.â
âIâll try my best,â you answered.
âThatâs the spirit!â he exclaimed as he gave your chest a firm slap, âNow pleeeeeeease tell me weâre done for the day.â
You pulled out your phone and checked the detailed schedule Mr. Hegstadâs secretary gave to you before coming to South Korea.
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When your boss called you into his office in the middle of the workday a few weeks ago you were worried youâd messed something up pretty bad. As he began to tell you of the opportunity you were being offered you werenât sure if he was serious. You were chosen by the higher ups to accompany the VP of your company on a month long business trip to South Korea to act as his do-it-all man. It had only been six months since you started working here and you didnât know what to say.
âBut, why me? I donât even speak Korean?â you asked dumbfounded.
âThis is a position thatâs given out every year.â your boss began, âEvery year our company sends one of the executives to South Korea in order to talk about the following years business deals with the multiple companies we work with there.â
While you processed what he was saying to you, you couldnât tell if this was a dream or not. As you tried to wrap your head around it, living in South Korea for a whole month seemed wild to you. You donât know the first thing about South Korea: the food, the language, the culture. Just then you're brought back into the moment as your boss continues.
âNow this isnât an easy job,â he waned in a serious tone, âbut it can prove to be a great starting point for your future at the company. Those who do a good job and earn the respect of the executive they travel with swiftly rise the ranks here. Mr. Hegstad was given that opportunity 4 years ago and look at where he is now. It also didnât hurt that he went with the current CEO of the company.â
âIâll take it!â you blurted out.
âOh ho ho, an eager one I see,â he laughed, âwell I hope you donât end up regretting it. People who donât do a good job end up with a much harder battle when looking for promotions.â He gestured out to an older man in his late 30s early 40s with the same job title as you.
âI-I wonât,â you stuttered out.
Over the next several weeks you would meet with Mr. Hegstadâs secretary and learn as much as you could about him. What he liked to drink after a long day's work, what his favorite snack was, what he liked to do to relax, even which side of the car he prefered to sit on. Anything and everything you could try and memorize you did, you also took sometime to look up some basic things about South Korea so you wouldnât make a complete fool of yourself when you got there.
The day before you leave you met one last time with his secretary who gave you the itinerary for your trip. Every day laid out with the meetings, lunches, and dinners Mr. Hegstad was going to have while you were there. As you turned away from her desk to leave for the day, she wished you good luck with a smile.
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âSo are we done?â Mr. Hegstad asked again as you approached the elevator doors.
You locked your phone and put it back into your pocket, turning to him you said the three words he wanted to hear more than any other three words right now, âYes, weâre done.â
He collapsed to his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist.
âOh thank you, thank you sweet merciful god,â he said as he fake wept into your stomach.
âSi-Sir please get up, people are staring,â you said as you pull on the collar of his jacket to no avail. The elevator doors opened, luckily, with no one inside.
âMr. Hegstad, please the elevator is here.â Once again you were only met with more fake weeping. You reached out and stuck your hand in the elevator to hold the doors open.
âJOHN!â you say loudly causing him to look up at you with puppy dog eyes. You motion toward the elevator, seeing that it had arrived he slowly rose to his feet giving you a pat on the shoulder as he entered the elevator. You rolled your eyes and then bowed to the crowd in an apologetic manner as you followed John onto the elevator.
âAhhhhhhhhhhhh,â John let out a sigh as he stretched his arms upwards, âSo what are we doing tonight? This is the first night I've been free since we both got here so why donât we go and do something fun?â
âI donât know if I have it in me, s- I mean John.â
A grin spreads across his face as he heard you say his name, âCome on Piglet you spend most of your nights working so hard. Just take one night off and come drinking with me. I promise I wonât drag you to any clubs.â
You let out a long sigh knowing no matter how much you tried you werenât getting out of this one. Looking at your watch and seeing that it was nearly 7 you knew you had to put your foot down.
âFine, but only ONE beer then I have to get back to our hotel and get your documents in order for your day tomorrow.â
The doors to the elevator opened and you both began walking toward the entrance of the building where your car was waiting.
âHey if thatâs all I can get outta you Piglet then Iâll take it,â John said with a satisfied look on his face.
After returning to the hotel and getting changed you heard a knock on your door.
âOhhhhh Piglet your best buddy is here to take you out for some fuuuuuun,â you heard John yelling behind the door to your room.
You opened the door and saw John in a very casual outfit. He was wearing a white shirt with a jean jacket over the top and a necklace with some kind of pendant on it hanging into his chest. That accompanied with the dark jeans he had on, gave you the sense that you were not dressed well enough to be seen with him.
âHeeeeyyyaaaah, what are you wearing?â he hasped with a horrified look on his face. âNope nope nope youâre not going out like that. How are you going to end up with a girl tonight looking like that?â
âEnding up with a girl tonight?â you said confused as he brushed by you entering your room, âI thought I told you one beer and then I need to come back here and get ready for your day tomorrow.â
He started going through your closet and looking at the clothes you brought on the trip. âYeah yeah, I know what you said,â he peeked his head out and looked at you, âbut you need to learn how to live a little. Youâre always so serious and Iâm gonna make sure you get to unwind tonight.â
John dove back into your closet making various noises as he looked through your wardrobe. Some in disgust, some in indifference, and very few times in surprise at your choices, which you werenât able to tell is a good or bad thing. Finally he came out with a handful of clothes and a pair of brown loafers.
He looked at you and then back at the clothes impatiently, âWell hurry up and change! Come on Piglet weâre losing time here!â He shouted at you.
You quickly picked up the clothes and headed into the bathroom. After you changed into your new outfit, you looked at yourself in the mirror. John had picked out a white short sleeve button up that had tiny dark blue dots on it and some dark gray pants. As you walked back out of the bathroom and into the room John gave you a curious look, like he was trying to understand a piece of artwork.
âAh, Iâve got it,â he said as he rushed over to you. He then rolled your sleeves up until they were just below your shoulders and your pant legs up to show your ankles. He took a step back and looked upon his creation once more. He put all of his fingers to his mouth and gave a chef's kiss.
âPerfect, youâre definitely getting laid tonight,â he said with a wink as he walked beside you and put his arm on your shoulder, spinning you around so you were both linked up as you left your room.
Once youâre out of the hotel you both began walking, John vigilantly looked for a place where you two could have a good night. You passed a lot of places that seemed more than fitting for what you were looking to get out of the night.
âThis is the place,â John blurted out, taking a hard left while he grabbed your sleeve and pulled you in with him. As you stepped into the bar, it looked like you stepped into another dimension.
Stepping off from the busy streets of Seoul, you were now in a quiet bar with light music playing. The all wooden interior gave you a very warm and comfortable feeling. The simplistic designs made into the woodwork on the ceiling and walls counteracted the curved support beams that sprang up from the floor and into the ceiling. There were two levels both with similar seating arrangements from what you could tell, a mixture of granite hightops and tables with the same red felt chairs at every location. The last thing that stood out was the long granite bar that stretched along the entire wall on the lower level.
John looked for some kind of staff and started talking to them in Korean.
âThey said we can sit wherever we want and someone will come around to get our drink orders,â John relayed to you, âLetâs grab that open table right there.â
As you both sat down at the table you took a look around at the individuals in the bar. It seemed like a younger crowd, all of them around the same ages of you and John. John caught you looking and slapped you on the arm.
âSee anyone you like Piglet?â
âWhy do you call me that?â
âWhat? Piglet?â he teased before letting out a chuckle as you nodded back at him. âWell the first time I walked by where you work I saw you had a little Piglet plushie on your desk, and since Iâm horrible at remembering new employees names I just called you Piglet and it stuck with me.â
âBut canât you just call me by my first name at this point,â you complained in an annoyed manner, âI mean, youâre making me call you by your first name.â
âNo can do Piglet. You are locked in my brain as Piglet now and so shall you forever be called,â Josh said in a medieval-esque voice.
You let out a long sigh as a waitress approached your table. John took over and ordered both of your drinks. You both had small talk about what it had been like here so far, you asked John how about his experiences on this trip when he was where you were, and you both just passed the time having a good chat.
As you tipped your glass back for one final swig of the dark beer that was left in it you are stopped before the liquid can touch your lips. One of the most stunning women you had ever laid your eyes on had just walked into the bar. She had long black hair that fell down past her chest. She was wearing a slightly oversized all white button up with only her 3rd and 4th button being used revealing what looked to be a black crop top that stopped before her skirt began giving you a glimpse of her midriff. A black, dark gray and light gray plaid almost see through skirt was fashioned around her waist.
John seeing you stuck in place followed your line of sight and saw who you were staring at.
âBingo,â he said as he rose from his seat making his way to where the woman was walking.
âWait, John, no thereâs no way I can talk to her,â you pleaded as you reached for his arm as he walked away, âI donât even know Korean.â
âStop worrying so much.â he teased, âItâs going to be a lot more embarrassing if I have to point you out to her than if you make the first move.â John said as he turned and continued walking toward the woman as she took a seat at the bar.
You debated whether you should just leave quickly and head back to the hotel or try and beat John to the woman. After only a couple seconds of deliberation, you quickly sprang out of your chair and rushed past John as you filled the seat next to the Korean woman.
âH-Hi,â you stuttered out. âHello,â she responds with a Korean accent. Not knowing what to say you just sat there and stared at the beautiful woman in front of you. After a few moments that seemed like an eternity you felt something heavy crash around your shoulder. You looked over to see John standing above you, he gave you a wink before he talked with her in korean
You just sat there and smiled awkwardly while they talked. The only thing that you were able to pick out of the conversation is one word, Piglet. As soon as the word is mentioned you see her look at you and then back to John, she then pointed at you and said something you would think meant âHim?â. She then covered her mouth and began laughing while John did the same. Once the laughter died down and you sat there red in the face, John took his arm off your shoulder and leaned down into your ear.
âIâm leaving. Her name is Jisoo. Good luck Piglet.â he whispered and then rose back up and said goodbye to the two of you. As you watched him exit the bar you heard her sweet voice once more.
âSo⌠Piglet.â she said.
âWell, um, you see he-â but your stammering is cut off by one word.
âCuteâ she said with a smile as she looked you in the eyes.
All of the fear and embarrassment you had felt were washed away with one simple word that came out of this angel sitting before you. You felt as if all of the stress from the trip so far had melted away, leaving you in a complete state of relaxation.
âYeahâŚ,â you said, âcute.â
She nodded in affirmation.
âSo⌠Jisoo, right?â
âYes,â she answered back with a little bounce.
âDo you speak English a lot?â you asked.
âNo⌠but I⌠learn for my job,â she said, proud of herself for finishing her sentence. âSo we can⌠speak to make easier.â
âOkay.â you said as an uncontrollable grin wipes across your face causing Jisooâs face to mimic your own.
For the next hour or longer you both sat together, talking as best you could about anything. You both began to get more comfortable around one another and finally Jisoo put her hand on top of yours and looked deep into your eyes.
âYou⌠me⌠go to room together?â
âYes.â
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As soon as you stepped through the threshold of your hotel room, you were both on top of each other. Jisoo had pushed you back against the door causing it to close with a loud clack. She pushed her soft lips on yours surprising you at first, but you quickly recovered matching her movements. As you moved your hands through her open shirt to her exposed lower back, you pulled her deeper into you as you kissed. The feeling of her lips moving against yours was nothing short of spectacular, but you craved more. You pushed your tongue against her lips, looking for permission to access the warm, wet area behind them. When her lips parted an equally enthusiastic tongue darted out and began massaging your own. Trying to taste as much of her as you could you forced your tongue into her mouth. After several minutes of this back and forth, you pulled away gasping for air. A single string of saliva kept you two connected.
Your hands swiftly came around and worked at the two buttons holding her loose shirt in place as you began to walk her out of the short entrance hallway and into your room. She then began frantically doing the same to you shirt trying to be careful while walking backwards. As you finished her second button you pushed her shirt down over her shoulders trapping her arms against her body. She strained against your hold wanting to continue her objective and remove your shirt, only making it about half way down before you took control. You stood there at the precipice of your room using all your strength to hold her arms at her sides while trying not to rip the thin shirt.
Staring into her eyes you could see only one thing in them, lust. Pure lust. A wanting for you, a needing for you to do whatever you wanted to her. She was totally and completely yours for however long you would have her. You dove back into her capturing her lips once more, releasing the hold you had on her arms in the process. She moved quickly, taking her wrinkled shirt off and throwing it across the room as it left her body. Once again your slow march toward the bed began as your tongues battled for dominance. Your attention turned to your own shirt undoing the remaining buttonâs Jisoo failed to reach. Jisoo suddenly broke the kiss as she fell backwards onto your bed, her limbs sprawled out across its surface. The picture of this gorgeous Korean woman laid out across your white sheets looked like something the gods had intended to make a reality the moment she was born.
You slowly began to crawl over the top of her body, moving your face closer and closer to her own until your lips were inches apart. Jisoo lunged forward taking your lips once again and throwing her arms around your back, lightly digging her nails into it. This embrace was short lived as you began to trail kisses down her neck to her shoulder. With one hand you grabbed the small black crop top that was the only thing between you and her breasts. Jisoo moved to help you arching her back off the bed giving you the access you required. Leaning back, you grabbed the shirt and pulled it over her head as she stretched her arms upwards along the bed.
With her back still arched you moved down and took her erect nipple into your mouth, eliciting a moan out of the woman beneath you. Swirling your tongue around it in circles you massaged it, as you moved your other hand up her body capturing the ample tit in your palm. You began working it, squeezing it trying to earn more moans and gasps out of Jisoo. Pinching her left nipple between your fingers and biting down on her earned a deep moan from her. Liking what you heard you switched positions and repeated the process.
Feeling satisfied with the work you had done you once again began training kisses down her tight stomach. Inching closer to the waist line of her skirt you reached and seized it with your hands and began pulling it down giving you even more skin to worship. The trail of kissing continued down her stomach stopping at her navel giving it a kiss, earning a small giggle out of Jisoo. Your fingers gripped her panties signaling you to bring yourself up. As you brought yourself up onto one knee on the edge of the bed Jisoo closed her legs together allowing you to remove her two remaining articles of clothing.
As they slid off you got a good view of just how thick and meaty her thighs actually were. Staring at them as they parted giving you a clear view of her clean shaven slit caused your dick to strain against its pants. You put your hands under those thick thighs and lifted her up off the bed and pushed her further back so you could lie down as you approached her wet lips. Without warning you dove deep into her wet cavern, your tongue exploring as far as it could go. Her hands instantaneously started running through your hair trying to grasp as much of it as she could letting out a pleasured moan.
âFeels⌠so goodâŚâ Jisoo moaned.
Your assault continues as Jisoo tries to pull you deeper into her, waking to feel herself more full. As you hear her breathing start becoming labored you latch onto her clit and suck on it harshly. Jisooâs thighs clamp around your head as she curls up into a ball and rolls on her side.
âYes! Yes! Yes!â she chanted before she rolled back to her previous position and went rigid.
Jisooâs sweet honey leaked out of her and coated your chin. You hungrily began to lap up as much of the liquid as you could. As you lifted your face from between her legs you watched as Jisooâs chest rose and fell in rhythm with her breathing. She extended her arms outwards towards you.
âCome here,â she gasped between breaths.
She embraced you with another sloppy kiss as she tried to lick up her juice that covered your face. As you move up, your erect cock, still trapped in your pants, rubbed up against Jisooâs crotch. A hum escaped her lips and she pushed her hips against yours. You broke the kiss and matched her moan with a much lower one of your own as you started humping into her, soaking the outside of your pants.
You looked down her body and watched as her abs flexed and relaxed with each movement of her hips, sending even more blood to your throbbing member. Jisoo grabbed your chin and made you lock eyes.
âWant inside.â
âMe too,â you responded to her breathlessly.
Immediately you rose to your feet and pulled your pants and briefs off and tossed them to the side. At the sight of you dick standing proud before her Jisoo bit down on her index finger. You lined your cock up above her slit and slowly pushed it inside making the two of you groan and moan in unison. You were able to slide it with relative ease but her tightness around your cock made the pleasure rise to an entirely different level.
Her walls clamped around your shaft, gripping it tightly as you settled into the sensations that were flowing through you. Grabbing handfuls of her thighs you pushed deeper feeling that same incredible tightness as it engulfed your whole dick.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â you growled.
âY-you are so big. Do not stop.â Jisoo moaned.
You drew your hips back and pushed them forward and a slow and steady pace, wanting Jisoo to get used to your size. She began moaning at your motions moving her body to match your movements.
âHarder,â she let out breathlessly as you looked at her.
You upped your pace and chased after the satisfaction that you both craved. Jisooâs moans grew much louder as your dick continuously hit her g-spot. It wasnât long before her legs started shaking from the intense pleasure she was feeling.
Liking the reaction you were getting you increased your pace again, pistoning your dick in and out of her wet pussy. Her warm walls contracted against you as you mercilessly pounded this woman into the bed. You leaned down placing your arms on the side of her head and captured her lips. She continued moaning into your mouth, but you felt safer knowing you that no one would come in and interrupt what you two were doing.
Jisoo moved her arms under yours and dug her nails into your back. Wincing at the pain, but loving the feeling you did not stop thrusting in and out of her cunt. Her legs snaked around you, keeping you in place and not allowing you to leave.
âPlease⌠do not stop,â Jisoo whispered out to you between her moans.
Feeling her reaching another climax you reached your hand down and found her clit. Almost as soon as you put pressure on it Jisooâs eyes rolled back into her head. More and more liquids seeped out of her as you slowed your strokes as she began coming down. Both of you breathing heavily for a couple of seconds trying to regain yourselves.
As Jisoo looked at you a very satisfied smile came across her face, causing you to do the same.
âWe⌠switch?â she asked between her breaths still smiling at you.
As if on cue you flipped your positions, Jisoo now sitting on top of your groin, your dick still completely inside her. Without a moment of hesitation Jisoo placed her hands on your chest and began riding you almost animalistically. She knew what she wanted and how to get it and chased after it as hard as she possibly could.
âHoly shit Jisoo,â you groaned as your dick was experiencing what felt like an undiscovered pleasure.
All you could manage was to move your hands to her hips as she rode you violently. After a few minutes of this she finally began slowing down. Upon seeing this opening you planted your feet firmly into the mattress and fucked up into her.
âOooh my GOD!â Jisoo yelled as she bounced on top of your relentless thrusts.
Watching her ample boobs bounce in front of you was something too enticing to ignore. You reached your hands up and grabbed them both roughly not slowing your thrusts down for a second. Another loud moan escaped Jisoo as she felt pleasure coming from multiple places on her body. The loud slaps of your groin meeting her thighs and plump ass filled the room.
You could sense that your end was quickly approaching and returned your hands to Jisooâs hips. Sensing what was coming as your cock grew even bigger inside her, she leaned down to you and captured your lips. Wordlessly you knew what she wanted. You lasted only a few more thrust before you unloaded deep inside her. Thick ropes coated her walls as you threw her arms around her pulling her in for a deeper kiss.
This was not like the rest of the kisses you had experienced throughout the night. This was a deep and sensual kiss that had no tongue, or movement, just two pairs of lips firmly on one another. As you felt yourself soften and fall out Jisoo, she finally pulled away from you.
âThat was amazing,â she said in almost perfect English.
âYou were amazing.â
Jisoo smiled at you and gave you a quick peck on the lips before rolling out of bed and walking toward your bathroom.
âWe clean now?â she asked you.
You quickly jumped out of bed and picked her up, making her smile and laugh, as you carried her into the bathroom.
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You woke up the next morning to knocking on your door. You sat up quickly and looked at the watch on your nightstand. 7:41 it read. You jumped out of bed quickly and threw on some pants rushing to the door. As you undid the locks and opened it John stood before you dressed and ready for the day.
âForget to set an alarm there Piglet,â he said looking you up and down.
âWell, uh,â was all you could let out before John looked deeper into your room and saw another figure laying on your bed still sleeping.
He chuckled to himself as he looked back at you, âTake the day off Piglet. We start again bright and early tomorrow,â he said with what you could only assume was a happy look on his face.
A/N Hope you guys liked this! After I saw Jisoo post this picture on insta I felt like I had to write something for her. This chapter is one that I feel most proud of for sure and I hope you all enjoy reading it. Like always leave a comment below with any feedback.
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CafĂŠÂ Food and Tattoos
Pairing: Daniela Dimitrescu x (Fem!)Reader
Summary: One small glance at each other from across the way, has Daniela Dimitrescu enticed. One post-work encounter has her walking R home and visiting R during Râs work hours. Turns out that Daniela is not only there for the cafĂŠ food.
Warning: None, fluff all the way :)
A/N: So, this original idea is from @su-lilly-reblogsâ and I really love the idea of Daniela being a tattoo artist and I just love this entire idea in general! Itâs a little short but I hope this entry is a good one!Â
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As you were cleaning a table out on the patio, you heard a door from over next door open. Being the person to always want to see who was coming out of the tattoo place next door, you saw a strawberry-blonde woman step out. You attempt to snap your focus back on bussing tables out on the patio but when you look up at the same woman that had stepped outside, she had noticed you staring at her. The world stopped for you. She looked so enticing to you. You just wanted to drop everything and walk over to her. However, you were snapped back to reality when your elbow made contact with a glass cup. Your instincts had caught the glass just before it could make contact with the ground. You sigh when you looked back up to the tattoo place and the woman was no longer there.Â
When you stopped at a crosswalk, you shiver at the slight breeze of the cool evening. You regretted not bringing a jacket of some sort. However, you felt a jacket being placed upon your shoulders. You could feel the presence of another person standing next to you. You use your peripherals and from the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar strawberry-blonde hair.Â
"Warm now?" She asksÂ
"Yeah," you slightly smile, "Thanks."Â
"Daniela Dimitrescu," she answersÂ
"Y/n Y/l/n," you replyÂ
When the crosswalk light had allowed you to cross you noticed that Daniela was walking alongside you.Â
"So," you break the silence, "How long have you've been tattooing?"Â
"Since my apprenticeship at 18," she answers, "I mostly tattoo in black and white. Majority of my works are botanical and anatomical."Â
"Has any client requested a tattoo that was out of your comfort zone?" You askÂ
"A couple of times," she answers you, "But, the clients loved the end products. So if one would specifically request for something I don't normally do I'll do it."Â
"Maybe I'll have to get a tattoo done by you one of these days," you smileÂ
From the corner of your eye, you could see that Daniela smiled at your suggestion. What you didn't notice was how she was still be your side long after the both of you met at the crosswalk.Â
"Did you want someone accompanying you home?" She asks, realizing your silenceÂ
"That would be nice," you say, "We're pretty much here already."Â
You walk up the steps to your house and turn around. You notice that Daniela is no longer in sight.... You sighed as you were going to offer her a cup of coffee to go. Even give her jacket back to her as it was still placed on your shoulders. You couldn't help but take in the scent of herbs and citrus that lingers on her jacket. Maybe she'll stop by tomorrow... I'll give her jacket back then.
The following morning was a mess. Table after table you barely could keep yourself steady trying to wait tables, clean the tables etc. You weren't the only one on the floor however, nearly everyone requested for your presence specifically. It was hell.Â
"Y/n, a table is requesting for you," your coworker saysÂ
Great... Just when you were able to breathe. You compose yourself and head back out onto the floor but you freeze.Â
"Daniela?" You call out, walking toward her with a menu in your handsÂ
"Hi y/n," she smilesÂ
"Fancy seeing you here," you smile back, "What can I get you to drink?"Â
"Water," she says, looking up at youÂ
When you return to her table with a glass of water, you go on to check on your other tables with the assistance of your coworker.Â
"Sorry about that, its been a mess all morning," you sigh, seating yourself across from DanielaÂ
"Thatâs okay love," she saysÂ
"You know what you want to eat yet?" You ask, taking out your notepadÂ
"Are you on the menu?" She flirtsÂ
Your heart skips a beat, your cheeks flush red, you look at her surprised. Daniela giggles as she watches your face.Â
"Whatâs wrong love? Cat got your tongue?" She asks, smiling menacinglyÂ
The only thing you could do was nearly choke on your own spit before Daniela actually tells you what she wants. With haste you make your way back into the kitchen to give the chef Dani's order and catch your breath.Â
"One of the best tattoo artists in town, enticed by the awkward cafĂŠ waitress," your coworker laughsÂ
"Shut it Clarice," you sigh, "We only met last night."Â
"She apparently dedicates her life to tattooing," she explains, "No one to get attached to. But, you can change that, I think it's time for you to get out there. With her. Maybe even get a tattoo done by her."Â
"Are you crazy?!" You ask, "She's so out there and I'm me. So who am I kidding??"Â
"Just look through your cameral roll for some inspiration for a tattoo, Iâm sure the two of you can negotiate something in the next couple of weeks," Clarice suggests, "You got your tips, hourly pay you've been saving for this tattoo haven't you?"Â
You nod. You only have one tattoo. You've been dreaming about getting another one but you haven't really looked into it. You didn't plan to until you had enough money to have it done. You hear the chef calling out Daniela's order and you begin reaching for it.Â
"I'll check on your other tables," your coworker says, "Just book that appointment with Daniela."Â
You nod, because your coworker will make sure you do so if she found out you chickened out.Â
"Took you long enough," Daniela teasesÂ
You smile as you place the plate of food in front of her and seat yourself across from her once more.Â
"Do you have any tattoos?" Daniela asksÂ
You roll up your left sleeve to reveal an arrow tattoo with a color in one of the three triangles.Â
"I got this when I turned 18 with my older sister," you say, "I've been saving up for another tattoo. But I don't think I have saved enough yet nor have I done research on artists to do it on me."Â
"Hit me with the design," Daniela suggests
You open your phone to reveal a botanical anatomy piece.Â
Daniela looks at your phone in awe, "I'll do it."Â
"What?" You ask, putting your phone awayÂ
"I'll do that tattoo on you," she saysÂ
"R-really?" You ask, your mood changingÂ
She nods happily. You sigh in relief.Â
"How much do you normally charge?" You askÂ
"For you my dear, I'll discount it," she answers, "Normally, that kind of piece would be $600-$700."Â
You, again almost choke on your own spit. However, re-composing yourself.Â
"I'll do it for $400," Daniela saysÂ
You've saved up at least $300 as of your last paycheck. However, since the tips are really piling and you look pay is tomorrow, you have hope.Â
"When are you free?" She asksÂ
"I'm pretty much free Mondays and Tuesdays," you sayÂ
Daniela pulls out her phone and supposedly looks through her calendar.Â
"How does Tuesday at 3pm sound to you?" She asksÂ
"Works for me," you smile brightlyÂ
You leave to get Daniela's check and pay for her food. It was the least you could do for her. She practically got to book your dream tattoo. You go on and check on your other tables, running their checks, your coworker bussing the tables for you.Â
"Where were we?" You askÂ
"My check?" Daniela asksÂ
"Don't worry about that," you say, "It's the least I can do for you."Â
"Thank you y/n," she smiles, "I gotta run. Work is about to open."Â
She stands from her seat and walks by you. However, before she leaves she leans down to your face and places a kiss on your cheek and then walks out. You just remembered about her jacket. Damnit...
Tuesday couldn't come soon enough. You've been working your arse off at the cafĂŠ. Daniela would pop in during her breaks to come say hi or order some food to go. You had long sent the image you had shown Daniela on Thursday to her. Sheâs talked about how excited she is to do that big of a piece. You told her that you had wanted it on your right outer forearm.Â
"So you didn't even HAVE to ask Daniela to do that tattoo?! Man, that's golden! She's definitely into you if she had cut down the price by THAT much," your coworker statesÂ
"Is she?" You ask, blushingÂ
"Oh come on, if I didn't see how she looks at you when you talk to her, I wouldn't be saying that she's definitely into you," she saysÂ
"You have a point," you sayÂ
"Did you get her number?" She asksÂ
"No," you say, "We've barely had time as is. She heads straight home to work on the piece for me and I'm busy here. Only chance I get is Tuesday."Â
"You better girl," she says before walking off to a table
When Tuesday had finally come, you tuck the tattoo fee in one pocket and her tip mixed with your phone number in the other. You take a deep breath before opening the door to the tattoo shop next to your own work.Â
"Y/n!" Daniela smiles as she comes walking over to you to give you a hugÂ
"So I just finished up your tattoo and I just wanted to run through it with you," She saysÂ
"Dani, didn't we both agree on whatever you do is fine with me?" You smile and jokingly sighÂ
"Yes but I just want to have your approval anyway," she smilesÂ
She takes her iPad and opens up to her editing app and shows you. You noticed that Daniela edited the work a lot to her style of work. And you loved it.Â
"Lets get that bad boy tattooed on me Dani," you smileÂ
She has you fill out paperwork as the stencil begins printing itself out. You hand back the paperwork to her and she leads you to the back of the shop, leading you into a separate room, presumably her studio.Â
"Welcome to my humble studio," she smiles, "Just sit your little cute butt in the big chair and give me a hot minute."Â
You watch her cut out the stencil and watch her concentrate on applying the stencil to your arm. You try to keep yourself as steady as possible so she wouldn't have to reapply the stencil.Â
"Relax love," Daniela says, as if she could feel your tensionÂ
"I don't want to accidentally move my arm," you sayÂ
Once she removes the stencil, she backs away, "Check that out and see if you like the placement."Â
"I love it," you almost squealÂ
You again watch her prep her tattoo machine and begin concentrating on you.
The pain was unbearable but it was a pretty big tattoo that you had picked out. Daniela barely talked though. But, you assumed it was because she was concentrated on your piece.Â
âHey, I have your jacket and-â
âKeep it love,â She says without looking up at you
âAre-are you sure?â You ask
âYou look good in it y/n,â She finally looks up at you, smiling
You smile back at her.
Once she removes the excess tattoo ink she guides you to step outside with her for her to take a picture. After the fact, you two go back into her studio to have her put saniderm on your arm.Â
"Now keep that on for a couple of days for me okay?" She smilesÂ
You nod. You reach into one pocket and pull out the $400 Daniela requested for the piece and then reach into the other and hand it to her.Â
"Why thank you love," she smilesÂ
"That's not all," you sayÂ
You lean forward and give her a kiss on the cheek. She somewhat gives you the same face you did when she did the same to you.Â
"Will I see you at the cafĂŠ tomorrow?" She asksÂ
"You will," you wink at her before making your leaveÂ
She opens the piece a paper: a $40 tip and a note.Â
"If you want to get together sometime outside of having cafĂŠ food and tattoos," Daniela read aloudÂ
At the bottom of the note, was your phone number.
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Movies
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Genre: Pure fluff
Warnings: Grumpy Spence
Challenge: Day 8 - Movies
Quinn Speaks: This is hella late :/ Sorry for the hold up yâall!! My schedule got super busy bc I started peer tutoring this week as well as attending a school conference thingy! My Halloween writing challenge!!
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   âThe weather is too bad to head back tonight,â Hotch told the team as you all let out a collective groan. It was about 4:30 and you all had just wrapped up a case in a small Colorado town.
   âWe were suppose to start our marathon tonight,â your boyfriend tugged on your sleeve a bit as he talked in a hush tone. It was true, about a week before Halloween you and Spencer would take turns picking out spooky movies to watch.
   âI know,â you whispered back, âmaybe we can find something on the TV back at the hotel?â He grumbled a bit and placed his head onto your shoulder. You hadnât seen him this upset about something since some guy had openly flirted with you at a bar before you two had gotten together.
   You knew that you had to do something as pretty much everyone on the team had expected to go home and spend time with their loved ones or just relax in general.Â
   âLets head back to the hotel, yeah?â you said to the team as they nodded and walked over to the black SUVs and piled their bags in the trunks. You hopped in the passengers seat and Derek sat across from you in the drivers seat. Spencer grumbled something about you not wanting to sit next to him as he made his way into the backseat with Penelope.Â
   Morgan started to drive and you pulled out your phone and started to look some things up.
   âWhatcha doing there, Princess?â Derek asked as he saw your fingers rapidly typing on your phone.Â
   âOh nothing,â you spoke with a teasing grin as he chuckled a bit under his breath. Spencer shot you a look in the mirror of the car and you just winked as he grew more curious.Â
   Morgan eventually pulled up to the little in you were staying at and he promptly pulled into a parking spot as Hotch, who was driving the other SUV, did the same. Everyone got out off the car and reluctantly went to go check in again and get room cards once again.Â
  Spencer opened the door to your shared room and dropped his bags down on the floor and face planted into the bed. He groaned loudly and you went over to him and rubbed his back lightly.
   âDonât worry, Doc,â you spoke sweetly, âeverythingâs gonna work out, yeah?â He just whined at your words, but they were muffled by the mattress. âI gotta step out for a minute okay?âÂ
   He didnât respond.
   You let the man to sulk in your shared room as you closed the door and got on the phone with the restaurant. âHi, yeah Iâd like to set a reservation for eight.â You paused a bit as the man on the other end talked. âY/N Y/L/N.â Another pause. âYes thatâs perfect, thank you so much.â
   You sent a text to the group chat you all had saying, âbe ready in 30!âÂ
   Stepping into the room, Spencer was now sitting up right and he looked at you with confusion evident on his face. âWhat are we doing in 30 minutes?âÂ
   âYouâll have to wait and find out, Doc,â you replied as he groaned and you let out a light laugh.Â
***
  You opened the door to the restaurant. It was a small Japanese place that was family owned, in fact you had met the daughter on the case earlier this week. The team stepped into the place and were greeted as you talked for them, âtable for Y/N Y/L/N.â
   âRight this way,â she said as you all followed. Spencer grasped you hand and you smiled at him lightly. He of course returned the gesture, but you could tell he was still a bit upset.Â
   She gestured for you all to take a seat at the table as the chef prepared to start cooking. It was one of those places with an open grill where they would make the food right in front of you and the team was big enough to get itâs own table.Â
   You all looked at the menu and ordered as the chef in front of you started making some food. You kissed the back of Spencerâs hand sweetly as he blushed at your public display of affection.Â
   âSo what was with all the blankets and pillows in the back of the car?â JJ asked as she took a bite of the appetizer in front of her.Â
   Everyoneâs eyes were trained on you as you smiled. âWell the city is putting something together tonight and I figured we could go tonight if you all were up for it?â They all responded with nods or yesâ and you smiled.
   âWhat are they doing?â Spencer asked you quietly.
   âThat is part of the surprise, babe,â you smiled as you spoke, âand no I will not tell you because we are dating.â Spencer closed his mouth and pouted a bit as you took the words right out of is mouth.Â
   âHere you are,â the chef said as he gave Spencer his dish and Spencer thanked him. âAnd for the lady,â you smiled and repeated Spencerâs actions as he moved to give Emily her food.Â
   Everyone ate for a bit and you all shared laughs and smiles. Derek even shared some of his high school stories which always earned wide smiles and aching stomachs from the laughs. JJ jumped in with occasional story about Will and Henry and Hotch did the same with Jack.
   Penelope informed you all of the new TV she was binging and even wrote it down on your palm so you could watch it and report back to her. You and Penny had a tendency to share shows so you could gossip about them whenever you werenât working.Â
   Emily entertained you all with a story about her many times traveling the globe as you and Spencer glanced at each other, both silently agreeing to visit the place Emily talked so highly of.Â
   Everyoneâs plates were clear and you all paid for your own food; split bills made no sense in the opinion of the team. By the time you all had cleared out of the restaurant the sun was starting to set as orange and yellow hues filled the sky and a light chill was felt in the air as Spencer unconsciously pulled you under his arm as if it was second nature now.Â
   âAlright, Princess,â Derek said as you climbed in the passengers seat next to him, âwhere to next?â
   âI just put the location in the GPS,â you said glancing down at your phone, making sure the text with the address got delivered to JJ. He nodded at you words and pulled out of the parking lot and started to follow the directions that were spewed from the mouth of the car.Â
   Street lamps up and down the little town as some people walked their dog or ran on the side walk with their ear buds in and surely playing some type of motivational music. Slowly more and more parked cars came into view and Derek whistled from besides you.Â
   âFull house,â he stated as you nodded. Looking to Spencer who was trying to catch a glimpse of what everyone had gathered for.Â
   Derek managed to find a spot and so did Hotch as he parked right across from you. Grabbing the blankets and pillows from the back as well as slipping your hand into Spencerâs. âCan you tell me now?â he asked.
   âJust a few more steps and youâll see for yourself.â As the team followed your steps thy soon saw what you had come for. A big blow up screen was set up as well as vendors for popcorn and candies.Â
   The title card of âCoralineâ was on the screen and you saw Spencerâs eye light up as he soon turned to you and placed a kiss on your lips. You gladly indulged in the mans actions and could here Penny and Derek making a commotion as you did so.Â
   He pulled away with a sheepish smile as he never really was one for PDA. âI love you,â he whispered.
   âYeah, yeah,â you murmured back as his smile grew into a wide, lopsided grin at your words. âCome on,â you said as you pulled him as you both jogged a bit to catch up with the team.Â
   Kids were laughing and playing around you as parent watched with careful eyes and full hearts. Spotting some of the officers from the town, you all waved as they did the same back. Laying the blankets down on the grass, you all seemed to have a different idea of how to enjoy the night.Â
   Garcia and Emily going to buy some snacks from the vendors despite the filling dinner they had not even a half and hour ago. Hotch, JJ, and Morgan pulling out their phones to facetime their families and tell them to tune into the same movie their were about watch so it would seem as if they were watching it together. Rossi striking up conversation with people around you as well as wondering around to talk to the officers.Â
   Spencer opened his arms as the both of you laid down on the grass. You kissed him softly as his lips soon moved against yours. After a few pecks you broke apart and cuddled up next to him.Â
   âYouâre seriously the best girlfriend ever,â he said in hushed tone.
   âI know,â you said with a grin as he laughed a bit. âI hope this make up for missing-â
   âThis more than makes up for it,â he cut you off, âI love you so much.â
   âI love you more, Doc.â
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Marinette Dupain-Chengâs Spite Playlist: Remix CH22
And weâre back! Chapters will resume posting on Fridays both here on tumblr and on AO3 (linked below). I hope youâre ready for the second half of this story. Iâve got a few tricks up my sleeve that are different from last time, so I hope you all enjoy it!
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Chapter 22: Mean
Marinette chewed her lip, picking at the hem of her shirt. Sheâd been too nervous to sleep, and the coffee she drank on the way to the hotel made her jittery. Clara and her manager flipped through her designs, the silence eating away at Marinetteâs composure. Did Clara like them? Hate them? Had Marinette let her down? Why wasnât she saying anything?
Clara glanced up at Marinette, a smile curling on her lips. She stood up with an amused giggle and took Marinetteâs hands. âOh, Marinette, you can chill. These designs really fit the bill. Choosing you was in good taste. Eloise, send these to my tailor, posthaste.â Clara winked, and Marinette breathed a sigh of relief. âTruly, great work, Marinette. I love them.â
âIâm glad. Thank you so much for this opportunity.â Marinette bowed.
âAlthough your formality is rather cutesy, thereâs no need since you and I are friends, you see.â She spun Marinette around and pulled her in for a hug. âI felt a connection with you right away. If you ever need anything, you just have to say.â
Marinetteâs chest swelled as Clara pulled away and brushed her nose with a finger.
âEloise, write a check for her beautiful mind.â Clara ordered, pacing over to the piano. âIâve got an idea for a new song that will be simply divine!â
Claraâs manager tore a check from her book and handed it to Marinette as Clara began to pluck at the piano. Marinette did a double-take to make sure the decimal was in the right place, but before she could protest, Claraâs security guard ushered her out.
âGoodbye, my dearest friend. Iâll miss you until we meet again!â Clara blew a kiss.
As the door closed behind her, Marinette glanced down at the check, heart pounding. Clara liked her designs! She considered Marinette a friend! Oh, sheâd love to see the look on Lilaâs face the day Clara walked the red carpet in Marinetteâs dress.
âIâm so proud of you, Marinette!â Tikki said as Marinette tapped the button for the elevator. âYou worked really hard, and it paid off.â
âIâm just happy that Clara liked my designs. Itâs not about the money for me. I want to design clothes that make people feel good,â she said, stepping onto the elevator. âI canât wait to tell everyone over tea this afternoon!â
âWill there be cookies at the tea party?â Tikki asked.
Marinette shot her a knowing smile and brushed her kwamiâs nose with one finger. âControl that sweet tooth of yours.â
âI want to celebrate your accomplishments!â Tikki shot back indignantly. âIf there happens to be cookies there, then so be it.â
âTell you what,â Marinette said as the elevator dinged on the first floor. âI told everyone to come over at 2. Why donât you and I celebrate now? Letâs go get some ice cream.â
Tikki perked up, ducking down into her purse. Marinette shut the clasp as she paced out the front doors of the hotel. Pulling out her phone to see where Andre was stationed today, she failed to look up as she rounded the corner and collided with another person.
âSorry!â she gasped as they both stumbled backward, but upon seeing the face of her victim, her face hardened.
âFinally apologizing for trying to upstage me? Itâs about time,â Lila said.
âIâm sorry for bumping into you. Nothing else.â Marinette rolled her eyes and stepped around her.
âSo, youâre not sorry for abandoning all of your friends then? For turning your back on Alya?â Lila asked.
Marinetteâs hands balled into fists, but she didnât stop. âAlya made her choice.â
âAnd she chose me over you.â Lila smirked. âShe even got us matching bff necklaces. Sheâs so sweet.â
âCongratulations. Iâm sure your genuine friendship built on honesty and trust will last a lifetime.â Marinette retorted.
âIâm just glad she finally deleted her blog dedicated to that insect. She has so much more time on her hands to do all of my work,â Lila said. âYou know, Iâm class representative now since you deserted your post.â
Marinette bit her lip hard. Lila was taunting her, and she knew it. How could anyone be this vindictive? Marinette had always known Lila was evil, but she really had a way of one-upping herself. Marinette made a promise with Adrien to stay out of it, but no matter how far she ran, Lila was always right behind her.
Marinette spun around with a sharp retort on her tongue, but a silver limo pulling up to the curb cut her off. She half expected blond hair to pop out, but to her surprise, it was Martin who appeared.
âHey, Marinette. I saw you walking, so I had my driver pull over.â He flicked his gaze between them. âDo you and your friend need a ride?â
âHa! She and I will never be friends. I have much better taste,â Lila said.
Martin eyed Marinette, eyebrows knitting together when she shifted her weight.
âThen if you donât mind, please leave her alone. Sheâs my friend,â he requested.
âYou donât want to be friends with a loser like her. Iâm the great-granddaughter of world-famous piano player, Victor Laurent,â she said, fluffing her hair. Her sinister smile said that sheâd taken all of Marinetteâs friends once, and sheâd do it again.
âVictor Laurent didnât have any children. He died alone at the age of 72 from pneumoniaâŚâ Martin tilted his head to one side. âAnd anyway, Marinetteâs great-uncle is a world-famous chef with his own brand of cookwareâmy mom loves his knives. Not to mention she knows Jagged Stone and is good friends with Adrien Agreste. She has a lot of connections.â
Marinette stifled a laugh as Lila gasped in offense. Martin blinked in confusion as Lila stalked off with a huff, glaring over her shoulder at them.
âWho was that girl?â he asked.
âOne of the worst human beings youâll ever meet,â Marinette replied. When Martin seemed confused, she added, âItâs a long story. I was actually on my way to get some ice cream. Wanna come?â
âSure.â
Andre was in Marinetteâs favorite spot in the Trocaderoâa fitting compensation for the unpleasant encounter theyâd just had. They found a bench, ice cream cones in hand, and Marinette flopped onto it with a sigh. Lila was insufferable, but Marinette wasnât going to let it spoil her day. Clara liked her designs. Nothing else mattered.
âSo, thatâs the girl who turned all of your friends against you?â Martin asked, and Marinette nodded. âWow. No wonder you changed schools. I would have changed cities.â
âI thought about it.â Marinette took a spoonful of ice cream. âSheâs super manipulative, and if you side against her, she does everything in her power to ruin your life.â
âShe sounds like Gabrielle just without the muscle, but at least we donât have to put up with her now that her familyâs bankrupt,â Martin said.
âYeahâŚâ Marinette lowered her gaze. âI bet you were really happy when you found out about Gabrielle.â
Martin shrugged. âIâm glad she doesnât pick on everyone anymore, but I canât imagine losing everything. I feel kinda bad for her⌠Is that weird?â
âI donât think so,â Marinette said. âActually, I feel the same way. No one deserves to go through that.â She pursed her lips, jabbing her ice cream with the spoon. âIâm surprised you of all people donât hate her. She was the worst to you.â
âI try not to hate anyone,â Martin said around a bite. âI think everyone has good inside them deep down, and with the right influence, anyone can change if they want to.â
âSo, you think Gabrielle could be a good person?â she asked.
âWell, sure. Why not?â Martin quirked a brow.
Marinette eyed him, a small smile curling on her lips. She sat up and turned to face him.
âCan I tell you something?â
âUh, sure. Whatâs up?â he asked.
âItâs a long story, but Gabrielle and I are kind of friends now. I thinkâŚâ Marinette admitted. âI havenât told anyone because of everything, but I think youâre right. Anyone can be nice if they want to be, even Gabrielle.â When Martin seemed stunned, she curled her shoulders and added, âDo you hate me?â
Martinâs face softened, and he shook his head. âOf course not! I could never hate you.â He assured her. âI think itâs good. If anyone can help Gabrielle find the light inside of her, itâs you, Marinette.â
She leaned back on the bench with a smile, the spring sun warming her cheeks. Winter was over, leaving the cold and dreary behind. Nature was turning over new leaves. A fresh start, just like Marinette wanted. She took a deep breath, picturing all of the good things in her life. Adrien, Macy, Eliott, Martin, Gabrielle. Chloe, weirdly. Her parents, Tikki, Master Fu, Chat Noir, Clara. New opportunities. New beginnings.
She exhaled, letting all of the negative flow out with her breath. Lila had no power over her anymore, and after two months of running, Marinette was finally free.
âŞâŤâŞ Cruel Summer âŞâŤâŞ
Marinette hummed jovially, the heat from the tea kettle on the stove warming her arms. Her friends would be over soon to celebrate her presentation. After her run-in with Lila earlier, Martin dropped her off at home, where her dad made special macarons for their celebration. Talking to Martin eased her nerves, and Lilaâs empty threats were far from her mind. Today she was celebrating.
It was the first time her new friends were coming to hang out at her house. After seeing all of their extravagant homes, Marinette might have felt self-conscious about her familyâs tiny apartment, but her friends never gave her reason to worry. If only Adrien were joining them, but he was busy with a photoshoot. He promised to make it up to her, which had her head swimming with possibilities. Oh, she hoped whatever he had in mind involved kissing. Three almosts was driving her wild. Would she ever get to kiss those perfect lips?
And what were they now? Were they dating? Marinette didnât know for sure, but they had to be pretty close, right? Adrien was so bold with her lately, complimenting her, touching her face, her hair, her hands⌠One of these days sheâd snatch those lips down to hers if he didnât kiss her soon. Kissing Adrienâthe thought alone made her melt.
She wanted to hear his voice, but did she dare call him? He probably wouldnât answer since he never brought his phone to photoshootsâalways so professional. Then again, she could listen to his really cute voicemail⌠And she still hadnât told him how her presentation went. Maybe sheâd leave him a message. Girlfriends were allowed to do that, right? Oh god, Adrienâs girlfriend! Sheâd have to get used to calling herself that. Okay, no more stalling. New beginnings. Marinette wasnât going to second-guess herself anymore. She was going to charge forward with confidence!
Pressing the call button, she chewed her lip with a giggle. This was really happening! One cute voicemail, then the next time they saw each other, she was going to kiss Adrien on the lips. Then theyâd become boyfriend and girlfriend, date throughout the rest of collĂŠge and lycĂŠe, go off to university and get married, have 3 kids, and a hamster named-
Wait!
What was she going to say in the voicemail? She didnât know how to be cute and flirty! Every time she tried, she ended up rambling about her toothbrush or falling down stairs. She needed to write a script. Abort! Abort!
âMissing me already?â
Marinetteâs heart skipped at Adrienâs flirtatious lilt.
âAdrien! You answered,â she gasped.
âYou called me, and youâre surprised I picked up?â he chuckled.
âWell, I thought you had a photoshoot, I was just going to leave a message,â Marinette said.
âI just got done with makeup, so I have a few minutes. I was actually thinking of calling you,â he said. âIâm sorry I canât be there.â
âNo worries. I understand.â She assured him.
âI take it your presentation went well?â
âYeah! Thatâs what I was calling to tell you. Clara loved my designs! Iâve never been so happy.â Marinette paced the length of her living room, biting back a smile. âI ran into Lila as I was leaving, but not even she could ruin my mood.â
âWhoa, wait! You ran into Lila?â Adrien asked.
âUgh, yeah, but it was fine. Martin swooped in before she got me too riled up. She even tried to lie him out of backing me up, but he totally called her out. Iâve never seen her pout so hard.â When Adrien remained quiet on the other end, she added, âIâm fine, really. Iâm not going to let her bother me anymore. This thing with Clara could open up a lot of opportunities for me.â
âI guess youâre right. Lila only wishes she were half as talented as you. Youâre amazing, Marinette,â Adrien said, bringing a familiar warmth to her cheeks. âTheyâre ready for me on set, so I have to go.â
Marinette tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. âYeah, sorry for interrupting. I just wanted to tell you the good news, andâŚtalk for a minute.â
âYou can interrupt me anytime. Iâm always happy to hear your voice,â he said. âIâll see you soon, okay?â
âOkay.â Marinette bit back a smile.
âOh, and congratulations! You deserve it, Marinette.â
Marinette hung up with a dreamy sigh, hugging her phone to her chest. She was going to replay that conversation in her head for the rest of the evening. Before she could get lost in her lovestruck daydreams, the doorbell rang.
âCongratulations!â Macy hugged Marinetteâs neck the moment she opened the door. âOh, I knew she was going to love them!â
âUh, I think youâre choking her.â Martin pointed out, and Macy let go.
âSorry! But you did it! A major celebrity is going to wear your designs to an official awards show. Thatâs huge!â Macy squealed. âOh! Is this your living room? Itâs so cozy!â
As Macy pushed past Marinette into the apartment, Martin presented her with a bouquet of flowers.
âWe picked these up for you on the way.â
âThanks! Thatâs so sweet.â Marinette gestured him in, moving to find a vase in the kitchen. âWhereâs Eliott?â
âHeâll be here soon. He was auditioning for another play today, so heâs running late,â Macy explained. âYour house is so cute! Did you make these pillows?â
âUh, yeah. They were one of the first things I learned how to sew,â Marinette said, filling a vase in the sink. âMy dad made macarons, and Iâm making tea if you want any.â
Martin helped himself, taking a seat at the table, but Macy moved over to the bookcase to look at their family photos. Marinette set the vase in the middle of the table and grabbed the cups from the cupboard.
âAre you feeling better now?â Martin asked while she set the table. âI mean, after running into that girl earlier?â
âYeah,â Marinette said, surprised by how much she meant it. âIâm not worried about her anymore. Iâm fine.â
Martin relaxed. âGood. You seem happier now than when you first came to school,â he said. âI could tell how sad you were, even when you were smiling.â
Marinette grabbed the kettle from the stove and pursed her lips.
âI guess Iâm not as good at hiding as I thought.â She laughed bitterly. âItâs been hard, but Iâm really lucky to have people that support me. I have you all to thank for that.â
âThatâs what friends are for, right?â Martin smiled, an expression Marinette returned.
âRight.â
âMarinette? Is this you?â Macy held up a baby picture. âYou were so cute!â
Marinetteâs cheeks burned, but before she could snatch the photo away from her, the front door flew open. Eliott burst in, hair disheveled and eyes wide with panic.
âEliott? Whatâs-â Macy started.
âI need help!â
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So Much For Your Happy Ending. (Levi x Reader)
Summary: a soulmate au where you have matching tattoos that moves around your body.
C/n: let me know how you guys are. I miss you.
Eighteen years old.
Thatâs when everybody gets their tattoo. Nobody knows exactly how it happens, but all they know is that at the time that you were born on your eighteenth birthday, a beautiful tattoo will form on your left forearm then it will begin to move around your body.
Itâs fun sometimes because you could wake up in the morning and see your tattoo plastered on your face, or on your butt cheek. Very odd but fun nonetheless.
You had a blue wing that flapped and âflewâ around your body. Your friends always enjoyed watching yours more than their own because yours seemed to listen to you.
âTell it fly again.â Niccolo says as he looks at the wing, which was currently on your hand. âOkay,â you look at the wing, âfly.â You whisper and it flutters and moves up your arm. âOooo.â Your friends say in awe of your tattoo. âYou got such a cool one, Y/n. I got stuck with a potato. A potato! What the fuck?! I mean, I love cooking, sure. But you would think Iâd get a knife or something.â Niccolo says as he drinks his soda. âOh, Nic. Calm down. Youâll find her soon.â You pat Niccoloâs shoulder and he smiles. âHow the hell did that dipshit find his soulmate so quickly? We arenât even 21 yet.â Niccolo motions to Eren who was sitting with his girlfriend, feeding her fries.
âWell, you have to understand that they have been friends since childhood. They both turned 18 and had the same tattoos. It was sweet actually.â You say and he scoffs. âCheer up, Nic! Maybe potato girl will show up soon.â Yelena wraps her arms around his shoulders. âBut a potato! Seriously?!â
Everyone laughs and you get back to looking at your tattoo. It seemed to twitch every now and then which made you a bit worried because it never did that. But you spoke to it when you were alone. Telling it that wherever that your soulmate was, that you already love them and to be safe. That seemed to calm it down but the worry still hid behind your mind.
Recently, all you have been feeling was sick. Your leg and hands always hurt and you had consistent headaches. It only began a week ago and you even went to the doctors but they couldnât give a diagnosis. You tried drinking water and pills but it didnât help.
You decided to try and ignore it, figuring it was probably stress from all the assignments you had, and carried on with your life.
It was a month after your aches and pains began and you were lying in your bed texting your friends. Apparently, Niccolo finally found his soulmate. Her name was Sasha and she loved potatoes.
- Y: When are we meeting her?
- N: soon. Howâs tomorrow?
- Y: sounds good. Y/n?
- You: yeah. Perfect.
You turn your phone off and lay down. Your tattoo began to flinch again and, maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, but it seemed like itâs royal blue color began to fade. You shook your head and fell asleep.
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âIs he okay?â
âNo. Heâs in critical condition. The car slammed into him and he raptured his whole left ribs and it pierced his internal organs. One being his heart.â
âOh my god. What now? Can you save him?â
âWe have to wait and see. We removed the bits and pieces but it was pierced too far in.â
The friends and family sat down and a blond boy held his mother as she cried. He looked down on his brother who had an oxygen tube in his mouth and bandages around him.
His tattoo beginning to fade.
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âLadies, this is Sasha. Sasha, these are my two girls who Iâve known since kindergarten. Yelena and Y/n.â Niccolo introduces the two of you to the smiling brunette and she hugged you. âItâs so lovely to meet you.â She says and Yelena laughs. âLovely to meet you too, Sasha. Are you hungry?â Yelena asks and Sashaâs eyes brighten up. âAlways. Niccolo cooked me some his favorite dishes and it was amazing. I heard thereâs a really cool restaurant on this side of town.â Sasha says and you nod. âYeah. It has one, if not the best, seafood. Shall we?â You motion for all of them to walk and the four of you go to the restaurant.
Niccolo walked in front with Sasha while Yelena walked with you behind them. âYou okay?â Yelena asks you as you look at your tattoo. âI donât know. I feel..off? I donât know. Somethingâs wrong.â
âIs it your soulmate?â
You shrug your shoulders and Yelena places her hand on your head. âYour temp is a bit high. Have something cold when we get to the restaurant.â You nod and Yelena hugs your shoulders. âItâll be okay.â
In the restaurant, which was way more exquisite and classy than you thought it was, the four of you say and ordered. Niccolo insisted on getting only the best for Sasha since she had to leave in two days.
âWhat are you studying, Sasha?â You ask as you sip your water. âIâm majoring in art. I wanted to become a chef but the odds were always against me. Figures since this one is studying to be one.â She nudges Niccolo who had a faint blush on. âLetâs see your tattoos.â Yelena says and they both show their forearms.
The potatoâs both had flowers on it. Sashaâs were green, Niccoloâs favorite color, and Niccoloâs had red, Sashaâs favorite. âI read an article saying that when you meet your soulmate, it grows flowers and doesnât move anymore. But the flowers thing isnât consistent with everyone.â Niccolo says and looks at the two of you. âAh. Nice.â Yelena says and you nod.
âLetâs see yours!â Sasha says and you roll up your sleeve and Yelena shows her arm. She had a butterfly, but itâs wings were multi colored. âThatâs so beautiful, Yelena.â Sasha compliments her and Yelena smiles. âI bet my soulmate is so beautiful. And calm. Like a butterfly.â Yelena gets lost in thought and Niccolo slaps her hand. âOw!â âSnap out of it.â He jokes and she shows her tongue at him.
âWhat about yours, Y/n?â
You look on your left arm to see it still twitching and flinching and when you show Sasha, her head tilts. Itâs quiet and then she gasps softly. âWhat?â You ask and she looks up at you, with a shock. âY/n, have you been feeling sick or like, aching everywhere?â Sasha asks and you nod. âYeah. Why?â
Sasha scratches her head and looks at Niccolo like she was about to cry. âHoney, whatâs wrong?â He cups her cheek and then she looks at you. âY/n. I have a friend. He was in a terrible car accident a few days ago. Heâs tattoo was a blue wing just like yours on his arm.â She points to yours and you gasp. âLevi is a great guy. But the accident..it was so bad. The doctors donât think heâll make it.â She whispers and you wake up suddenly. âNo. H-How? I, this canât be real. Where is he, Sasha? Which hospital?â You ask and she tells you the hospital is in the middle of town.
You didnât wait. You ran outside the restaurant straight to a taxi. You told the driver your destination and your phone rings. âYeah?â You answer not looking at the caller ID. âY/n. His name is Levi Ackerman. Ask for that name. Iâll meet you there.â Yelena tells you and you cut the call.
Few minutes passed and you finally went to the hospital. Your body became numb all of a sudden. You took whatever strength you could and rant o the receptionist. âL-Levi Ackerman. I need to see him. What room is he in?â You ask and the lady asks who you are and if youâre family.
âI-IâM HIS SOULMATE! Please let me see him!â
When she told you the room, you ran to it. You started to burn and ache but finally, after flights of stairs, you made it to him.
Some people stood outside the room and you sniff as your tears started to fall. A lady with glasses approached you.
âWho are you?â She asks, her voice coarse and rough. âIâm Y/n L/n. Iâm here for Levi Ackerman.â
The lady nods and looks at your neck when her eyes widen. âYour tattoo...youâre his..?â She asks softly and you nod. Another boy comes out of the room and his eyes land on you. Suddenly, a pain shoots through your body, especially your left side and you fall to the floor clutching your chest.
âPlease. L-Let me see him.â You breathe out and Hange helps you up. When the boy and her take you to Levi, you felt your heart stop.
An older woman cried as she held the unconscious manâs hand and the sound of a beep filled the room. You looked at him and stood next to him as you tried to understand what the hell is happening.
The Doctor comes rushing in, pushing everyone aside and begins to perform CPR on Levi but unfortunately, it was too late. The woman looked at you while you stared at your tattoo.
It was gone.
It had turned into ash and fell off of your body and you looked up to see Levi. You slowly made your way, on stumbling feet, and sat next to him.
Your eyes searched his body and you just saw his royal blue wing fade and disappear. Your eyes widen and you couldnât help but cry. âNo..â you whisper as you hold his hand.
âNo. No this canât be real. We didnât even meet yet! I didnât hear your voice yet! I didnât see your eyes! Levi! You canât leave me so soon! Please! I didnât even get to tell you that I love you. We didnât get to have a date! Please! Come back!â
You cry as you rest your head on his chest, praying you will hear his heartbeat. He was still warm. He felt like home already. You meant to be in his arms. But not like this. Not when he didnât wrap them around you. Not without him kissing your head and telling you that he loved you. Not like this.
You hugged him for one last time before waking up and looking at his face. Even though he had so much of bruises and scars, he was so handsome. His black hair and pink lips. Even though they were bruised, you still leaned up and laid a gentle kiss on them.
âI love you.â
The nurses came and took Levi away and you left standing there while the older woman looked at you. âExcuse me?â She calls and you look at her. âIâm Leviâs mother, Kuchel. I heard you said that you didnât meet him yet?â She asks and you nod. Her eyes swell up with tears. âOh, sweetheart.â She brings you in for a hug as you both cried in each otherâs embrace.
Yelena, Niccolo and Sasha were there too. And it sucked that they had to see you like this. Sasha saw Connie, Jean and Hange and introduced Niccolo and Yelena to them. âY/n just lost her soulmate, didnât she?â Niccolo asks and they nod. âIt was no use. He slipped into a comma and the injuries were far to lethal. It all happened so fast.â Jean whispers as he looks at you and Kuchel speak.
Later that night, you sat against your bedroom window and looked out at the sky. The night sky had no stars and it was pitch black. Itâs like the world new that you had just lost your other half and decided to mourn with you.
Not everyone got to meet their soulmate. And that was the harsh reality that you had to live with.
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-Caddy.
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71. youâre famous and you want to hide out in my bookstore which is fine except the stupid paparazzi wonât leave and now thereâs a photo of us in the tabloids and theyâre printing misinformation and why the fuck wonât you clear this up on your twitter account
Sternclay, NSFW, please!
Here you go! Let's end this round of meet uglies with a bang
The post-holiday slump is always the worst; everyone maxed out their credit cards last month and doesnât want to buy anything, and the tourists wonât be back until the spring. Itâs not that heâs concerned about keeping the lights on; Bookworms is popular and has a prime spot downton. Itâs that heâs bored out of his mind.
All his orders for the day are in, everythingâs been received and shelved, and heâs running out of things to tidy. If heâs lucky, the clouds that have been threatening a snowstorm since this morning will burst and drive some people to shelter among the stacks.
Dingdong
Thank the lord.
âWelcome to Bookworms, can I help you?â
The man stays by the door, peering through the glass onto the street while pulling off his beanie, âHuh? Oh, uh, nope, just coming in to, uh, get out of the cold.â He turns, and two realizations slap Joseph in the face.
One: this is the hottest man he has ever had the pleasure of seeing.
Two: Heâs seen this man dozens of times, just never in person.
Barclay Cobb is a Food Network darling who got his start on Youtube, sharing recipes from vintage cookbooks he found at garage sales. Thatâs not why heâs starstruck, but it is probably why the taller man is hiding in the craft books alcove and keeps nervously looking his way.
âI wonât tell anyone youâre here, Mr. Cobb.â
âPhewâ the man sighs, unzips his jacket, âthanks man. Thought Iâd be bundled up enough that no one would spot me while I was out, but I didnât get my hat on in time coming out of the Chinese place down the block.â
âI love that spot, they have the best beer-braised duck.â
âYeah, I always stop by when Iâm in town, theyâre food is worth getting photographed for.â
Itâs odd, everything heâs read suggests chef Cobb is friendly and warm when approached by fans in public.
âItâs not that I donât appreciate that people like my shows but, I, uh, sometimes I just want to eat or walk down the street without someone taking pictures of me.â
âDo you want to head into the back sections? Thereâs no windows in that half of the store.â
âSweet, thanks. Uh, would it be cool if I autographed any books of mine you have? I like doing that, means I can send a little business towards smaller stores.â
âOf course. Here, the cookbooks are on this wall.â He slips into his office to grab a sharpie while Barclay pulls a stack of books and sits down on the floor. As the scratching of the pen fills the air, Joseph takes a trip to the paranormal and occult section, coming back with three copies of The Case for Bigfoot.â
âYâknow, not everyone stocks these.â Barclay smiles as he adds the paperbacks to the pile.
âWhich is terrible business; youâre just as famous in the cryptozoology community as you are in the foodie one. This is the best book on bigfoot ever written, and I should know; I run a, um, a blog where I review books on paranormal topics.â
âYou a true believer?â The cook blows on his signature in the copy of Desserts for All Seasons
âMore an optimistic skeptic; your book is perfect because you make your case using actual evidence instead of reporting the same ten, poorly verified stories that everyone includes in their books. And I appreciated that you included recipes from the places you visited; that was a very nice touch.â
âFunny story about thatâ Barclay freezes as the front door opens. Thereâs definitely more than one person coming in, and when Joseph pokes his head around the corner he sees fifteen people, all with cameras or phones.
âShit. You might want to hide in my office for a few minutes.â
By the time the crowd reaches him, Joseph is almost done re-shelving the signed books.
âGood afternoon, let me know if you need help finding anything.â
âUh, yeah, we do, someone saw Barclay Cobb in your store-â
âStrange, weâve only had one customerâ he winces as someoneâs shoulder knocks a hardcover off its display, âI didnât get a good look at them before they went downstairs.â He tips his head at the staircase to the YA and Graphic Novel sections and is promptly knocked into the shelf as the throng hurries away.
âCome on, I can get you out through the back doorâ Joseph whispers to the Red Dust on his Soul poster on his office door. Barclay is remarkably quiet for a man his size as they sneak across the floor and let frigid, January air rush into the store.
âThanks manâ Barclay whispers, âI owe you one.â He sets a big hand on Josephâs shoulder, squeezes it with a wink, then pulls on his hat and disappears into a crowd coming off at the bus stop.
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Joseph always comes in through the back, flipping on lights as he goes, so the sea of bodies pressed to the front windows like a zombie horde surprises him. He knows Barclay tweeted about the signed copies, but this seems like excessive excitement even for a celebrity chef.
âMorning, Joseph--whoa, what the heck?â Aubrey clocks in without taking her eyes off the crowd, âwhy is everyone here this early.â
âFan culture. I think.â The registers finish waking up, âIâll pay holiday rates if you open that door for me.â
Aubrey gives a thumbs up, unlocks the double doors, and is swallowed up so quickly he worries she might have been trampled until she emerges near the greeting cards. Some people swarm the cookbooks, but an alarming number cluster around the counter, all shouting for his attention.
âHow long have you been seeing Chef Cobb?â
âWhat?, I, Iâm not-â
âDoes he often visit your store?â
âNo! He just came by yesterday!â Thereâs a horrible clatter of all the books on display near the door taking each other out like dominoes.
âDo you fuck in the backroom all the time?â
âOh come onâ He pushes past the man who asked that, deals with shouting all the way to his office and slams the door. A quick Google search for âBarclay Cobbâ brings up a blurry photo of them in the alley, Barclays hand on his shoulder, and multiple headlines speculating on why the reclusive chef and author has chosen a nobody bookstore employee (heâs the owner, damn it) as his lover.
Okay, thereâs a logical, easy fix to this.
He opens the door enough to speak, whistles so everyone will be quiet and listen to him, âIâm sorry, thereâs been a misunderstanding. Mr. Cobb isnât in any kind of relationship with me; he just came into the store yesterday for some peace and quiet. So, if youâre looking for information about him, this is not the place for it. If youâre looking for the signed books, the cookbooks are there, and the paranormal section is just around that corner.â He gives his best customer service smile as the paparazzi exchange perplexed glances.
â...Is it true he bought you this store?â
âWh--no! We rent this space.â
âFrom him?â
âArggh!â He closes the door, slumps against it and cards his fingers through his hair. As he contemplates closing for the day, he spots a little, copper card on his desk. Itâs Barclayâs, which is what he expected, but when he flips it over thereâs a message scribbled in pen.
Main St Hotel, room 503, here until Monday.
He pulls out his phone, tells Aubrey sheâs allowed to get the crowd out by any means necessary except for fire, and elbows his way out into the winter air.
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Barclay almost purrs when he peers through the peephole in the hotel door; Joseph, as his nametag read, is standing on the carpet, looking twice as handsome as he did yesterday. His cheeks are even a little pink, and Barclay has some thoughts on how to make that blush deepen.
âHey, glad you found-â
Joseph holds up his phone, screen in Barclays face, âplease fix this.â
âOh fuck.â He ushers him in, âIâm so sorry, I thought theyâd stopped doing this shit.â
âNo, and theyâre fucking up my inventory as a result.â
âOn it, lemme text my assistant, sheâs good at drafting these kind of messages.â
âThank the lord. Right, thank you for that, Iâll go now.â
âWaitâ Barclay reminds his instincts that blocking the door is rude, âdo you wanna stay a few minutes? You look kinda stressed.â
âBecause my store is being overrun!â Joseph snaps, then takes a deep breath and straightens his sleeves, âIâm sorry, that wasnât called for, this morning has just been a mess. And it, um, itâs a little bittersweet to have people thinking I could land a hot chef when I canât get past a first date with most people. Um, sorry. Too much information. Thatâs a bad habit of mine.â
Barclay tucks his hands into his pants pockets, âAbout that. Yâknow how I left my card?â
Blue eyes blink, then brighten, âI thought that might be the reason but I dismissed it as wishful thinking.â
âNope. A guy who's hot, nerdy, and competent enough to sneak me away from the paparazzi? Sign me the fuck up.â
âIâm not opposed to a, um, tryst, but I really, really need to get back to the store, I canât abandon Aubrey to deal with this mess on her own, thatâs not fair, and now weâll have to reorder things too....â He laughs, a tense sound, âgood lord, I get a chance to fuck a celebrity crush and Iâm turning it down for work.â
âHeyâ Barclay sets his hands on Josephâs shoulders, âitâs okay. Youâre not the first guy to be married to his job. But, uh, out of curiosity, you got any vacation days to spare?â
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âThis is all yours?â Joseph takes in the sprawling farm as Barclay unlocks the front door of a charmingly rustic house.
âYep, all the way to the creek and all the way to the road. Might surprise you, but I like my privacy.â
âIâd never have guessed.â He replies with faux shock.
âSmartass.â Barclay kisses his cheek, holds the door open with his shoulder so Joseph can pull his bags inside. He packed as light and efficiently as he could for two weeks away (heâd initially planned on one until Aubrey and Moira ganged up on him and told him he hadnât taken a real vacation in years so he was taking one now, damn it) but his suitcase is still heavy as he rolls it to the stairs.
âI got that.â Barclay shoulders his own travel bag and hoists Josephâs in the other hand, carrying them to the second floor like theyâre nothing more than pillows.
The week the chef was in Madison, Joseph went to his hotel almost every night. Fell asleep in his bed more than once, when discussions of fusion cuisine or the Fresno Nightcrawler turned into frantic, heated kisses under the covers. Itâs only when the cook drops all luggage into the master bedroom that the truth of why heâs on this trip sets in.
âYou really invited me all the way here because you think Iâm hot.â
âYeah but no.â Barclay drapes his arms over his shoulders, lips still a little chilly as he kisses them, âbrought you here because youâre smartâ another kiss, this one on his jaw, âand funnyâ another, on his nose, âand youâre the biggest bigfoot fan I know.â
âYou wrote a book on it!â
âPoint stands. And yeahâ he pushes Joseph back so he lands on the bed, crawling atop him as he growls, âI invited you here because youâre so hot I wanna pour sugar on you and see if it melts. Now get your pants off; Iâve been thinking about sucking your dick since we left the city.â
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âHow did the whole bigfoot thing start?â Joseph sips his Irish Coffee as Barclay puts his feet into his lap.
âGuess the same way any famous person ends up with two gigs; I was doing the thing I love, then was dicking around on cryptid hunter forums and found out I was also hella good at researching bigfoot. By the time I got really into it, I had enough cash that I could write my book without worrying about going broke. Helps that Iâd handed off The Arch and The Lodge and was just the exec chef on them, since then I could travel if I needed to.â
Joseph nods, moves one hand down to rub Barclays foot; in spite of no longer working the kitchens of his five restaurants or having to test recipes for the books right now, he spent most of today on his feet making elaborate meals for two. Joseph teases him that heâs trying to stuff him to the point he canât leave. Barclay always chuckles and says he doesnât know how right he is. The last two days, Joseph then wraps his arms around his boyfriend and tells him heâd stay forever if he could.
Heâs never thought of himself as romantic; heâs pragmatic, knows that relationships are things built out of time, trial, and error. But god help him, heâs fallen for Barclay like theyâre rom-com leads with only ninety minutes to reach their happy ending.
Theyâre out near the creek--really more of a small river--the next morning, talking about books and speculating on the existence of life on other planets, when a storm sweeps through the trees. As trunks groan and roots pull loose from the snow, Barclay calls, âwe better head back.â
He gives a thumbs up. Then the ice under him cracks.
He doesnât correct course quickly enough, the rest dropping from under him and dunking him in freezing water. Itâs deep, too deep to stand, but heâs a decent swimmer and kicks towards the surface. When the shadow covers the opening with a boom, panic threatens to push the rest of his precious breath away.
The tree that fell across the ice is heavy, and no matter how he pushes it wonât give. He bangs on the ice on either side, trying to get it to crack, but his lungs scream and his limbs alert him that the cold will soon shut them down.
He closes his eyes, trying to think, not ready to give up, not with Barclay so close. Thereâs a groan of wood and frozen water. His mouth opens without permission, desperate for air, and chokes him on frost instead.
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â...be dead, please donât be dead, please please please donât be fucking dead.â
âNnff.â Thatâs not what he meant to say, but it seems to calm the voice above him.
âThank fuck. Iâm so sorry, I got to you as fast as I could, do, do you need anything?â Barclay sounds exhausted.
âCold.â He mutters.
âIâm trying to warm you up gradually, thatâs what the first aid book said but, uh, here.â Warm, fuzzy arms draw him into a hug.
Wait.
The first thing he sees when his eyes flutter open are arms covered in reddish-brown fur. When Barclay rubs their cheeks together, it tickles more than his beard usually does.
âBarclay? What the hell is going on?â
âUh. So.â Heâs rolled with ease to face a creature heâs never seen and eyes that heâd know anywhere, âIâm bigfoot. Or, uh, a bigfoot. Maybe thatâs kinda obvious now.â
His brain crackles to life, âWhat better way to stay undiscovered than get famous by giving people the wrong information about you.â
âSome of itâs true. Just not anything people could use to actually find me.â
âSmart, big guyâ Joseph pets his face.
âYouâre taking this pretty well.â
âI think my system is too shocked to experience more shock.â He shudders, ârelatedly, howâd I get out of the river?â
âI lifted the tree off and pulled you free. Took my disguise off to do that and, uh, the fucking thing fell into the water when I got you. So Iâm gonna be stuck like this until a friend of mine can get me a new one.â
âNo complaints here. You look incredible.â He runs his hands up and down Barclayâs side and chest, warmth seeping into his fingers as he does, âBut Iâm a little surprised you were willing to risk someone seeing you or me blabbing to someone and trashing your whole life in the process.â
A low rumble as Barclay kisses his forehead, âItâs worth it. I, this is gonna sound so fucking cheesy, but I havenât felt this way about someone in a long time, and there was no way I was gonna lose you.â
âOh.â Affection and surprise well up in his throat, pressing down his words so all he can do is nestle closer to the cryptid and let himself be loved.
His mind rebounds quickly from his misadventure. His body would like him to remember it for a while so he doesnât put it in such jeopardy again any time soon. Instead of helping Barclay with cooking and chores, he lays under the covers while the storm rattles the roof and the cook clangs pots on the lower floor.
Barclay, attentive to a fault, is downright doting now that heâs stuck in bed. Heâs never without a hot drink or something to read, and the cryptid is happy to answer the majority of his questions about the finer points of being bigfoot. When itâs bedtime, his boyfriend pulls him atop his massive frame and cuddles him, whispering over and over that heâs glad heâs okay, until they fall asleep.
Today followed much the same pattern, though when dinner time rolls around he gets a fantastic surprise.
âChocolate fondue?â He peers hopefully at the bed tray in Barclays hands.
âOnly the best for you, babe.â The cook sets the burnished wood down on the bedside table, âwe lucked out, the berries I bought last week are ripe.â
Joseph reaches for the fork, but Barclay beats him to it.
âYou should save your energy. Since youâre, uh, still recovering.â
He shrugs, sets his hands in his lap and opens his mouth for a chocolate dipped raspberry. It doesnât take long to spy Barclayâs ulterior motive. The cook has a whole wardrobe designed to fit his cryptid form, but itâs having trouble concealing certain things.
âYouâre getting off on this.â
âI, uh, I, maybe a littleâ Barclay blushes under his fur.
Joseph raises an eyebrow, tilts his head at the bulge in Barclayâs pants, âYou call that âlittleâ?â
A rumbly whine, the fork paused halfway to Josephâs mouth, âI canât help it. Iâve got a thing for taking care of partners, especially ones who are all competent and put-together the rest of the time, and you look so good when you eat and, ohfuck.â
Joseph inhales sharply as chocolate hits his exposed upper chest. Itâs not hot enough to burn, and he moans as the sensation seeps across his skin. Barclays eyes, wide and ravenous, keep flicking between the splatter and his face.
âLooks like you made a mess, big guy.â Joseph begins undoing the remaining buttons on his pajamas, âyou should clean it up.â
âFuck yeah.â Barclay lunges, mouth first, lapping and sucking at the marked skin as Joseph laughs. Their shirts hit the floor together as he digs his nails into auburn fur. Barclay grunts at the pressure, sits up with a grin, and drips a line of chocolate down the right side of Josephâs ribs.
âOops. Better fix that too.â
âCleanliness is importantAH, ahhnn.â He squirms a bit as Barclay nuzzles his stomach before dragging his tongue up his skin. Thereâve been times he mourned the fact T didnât make him as hairy as some other guys, but right now heâs grateful for the clear canvas Barclay can mark however he pleases.
âA mess can be more fun.â The cook licks his lips, sucks a hickey above his belly button, âand by the time Iâm done with you, babe, wonât be a single part of you that isnât one.â
âThen get to it.â He shoves his pants down, lets Barclay pull them the rest of the way off and fold them. He lays back, resting his arms behind his head, and moans as the cook drizzles chocolate on each hip. Joseph feels like a gourmet dessert and, from the growls between his thighs, Barclay intends to treat him like one.
His boyfriend is always enthusiastic when sucking him off, but tonight he throws finesse out the window in favor of burying his face at the crease of each thigh in turn, licking his hips clean while clawing at his calves and sides. He lifts his head, wipes his mouth with a satisfied grin that shows the points of his teeth, and dives down again.
Joseph yelps with pleasure, the hint of fangs hitting all his buttons, lighting him up like downtown on a dark night. Itâs intense, the scratch of fur on skin just different enough from the usual beard to remind him of whoâs down there, and his legs try to kick closed. Barclay growls again, holding them open with ease.
âNot until Iâm done with you, babe.â
He surrenders to flood of feelings from both outside and within him, Barclayâs sheer delight at his body rendering all his doubts and worries toothless and small, quieting them until all he can think about is incredible creature holding and all he can say is some variation on-
âBarclay, please, right there, lordalmighty thatâs good, thatâs so good big guy, please.â He squeezes his eyes shut, craving the impending orgasm more than he has words for. Barclay sucks determinedly and huffs, pleased, as Joseph's thighs tense in his hold and his climax chases away the remnants of yesterday's aches.
As his brain insists that really, body, opening our eyes isnât that hard, thereâs a metallic zip and strong legs bracketing his thighs.
âHere I thought you couldnât look any better.â He murmurs as Barclay gleefully strokes his cock, âas soon as my brain works again, Iâm coming up with so many ways to use that gorgeous thing.â
âCanât, fuck, can't wait to hear âem, but I only got one for tonight; Iâm gonna use it to cum alllll over that fucking perfect body, fuck, Joseph, you look so good when youâre ruined, fuck.â An impressive amount of cum spatters up his stomach, chest, and neck as Barclay howlgrowlpurrs and then sets his hands carefully on the bed.
Josephâs whole body is sticky with chocolate, sweat, and cum, and Barclay definitely has at least two of those things mussed into his fur.
âYouâre right, big guy, a mess can be fucking amazing.â
That being said, being sticky gets old quick, and soon theyâre in the tub, Joseph whistling as he shampoos Barclayâs chest. The cryptid hasnât stopped purring, and every time he looks Josephâs way the sound deepens.
âWhen are you next in the city?â
The cook yawns, âWas gonna check on how the new chef de cuisine is getting on at Kepler in about two week.â
âWould you like to stay with me? Itâs not fancy, but itâs close to the Ismuth, so you can get to Kepler on foot without trouble, and there are fewer crowds there this time of year. I suspect paparazzi are also less likely to track you down at some random house than at a hotel. That might make up for my lack of, um, high class amenities.â
âGood point. But I gotta be honest babe; as long as youâre there, thatâs all I need to be happy.â
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I hate it when you stare
Wow here I am with another part, another fic. Ignooooree my typooos. Is this more soft smut? No one told me last time if what I wrote counts so uhhhhhhh
Read the whole series: Â I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair // I hate the way you drive my car // I hate it when you stare // I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind // I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme // I hate the way youâre always right // I hate it when you lie // I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry // I hate it when youâre not around, and the fact that you didnât call // But mostly I hate the way I donât hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all
I really do have work to do for my class at 2:30 tomorrow but instead I finished this, so I hope you like this!
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âHow is it bullshit? Everyone can tell that weâre in love with each other.â
âSo, what, because other people believe it, that automatically means itâs true?â
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Evelina was visiting home for the weekend for her momâs birthday, which meant that you had the apartment to yourself. From Friday after work until Sunday night, you were free to do whatever you wanted by yourself. Or, you thought you were going to be doing whatever you wanted until your boss texted you saying that he wanted your project finished by Monday so you could present it that afternoon. That meant you were posted up on the couch, your hair tied in a bun on top of your head, a mug full of coffee, another of tea, and a cup with water all in front of you, the blanket normally on the back of your couch now draped over your shoulders. It was a full call to the hungover days you had back in undergrad when you woke up late and were struggling to finish the work you had due the next morning.
âItâs me!â you hear a familiar voice call from the door, snapping you out of what might have been the first and only roll you had been on working on the project.
You look up to see Matthew coming over the couch, plastic bags in hand to plop down on the table. âRemind me to change the locks.â
âThat would mean you have to get up to let me in, though,â he sends a wink in your direction.
You couldnât help but roll your eyes at him, even though you felt butterflies throughout your entire body at the sight of him looking so comfortable next to you. It was just because heâs a guy, not because itâs Matthew. You let out a quiet sigh as he fiddles with the remote to your TV. âWho says I wouldnât leave you in the hallway? Plus, I thought you were supposed to have practice today?â you ask, trying to focus more on your project than on him.
âWeâre done, and we donât have a game for three days for once, so weâre resting up. I figured, why not come see my favorite girl?â he says, resting his hand on your shin once your drape your legs over his lap.Â
âBecause Taryn is in St. Louis so you settled for me instead?â
He scoffs, slowly running his hand up and down your bare leg while his eyes fixate on the television screen. He had to be able to feel the goosebumps that he was causing with his touch. âFine, my favorite girl in Calgary unless Taryn is visiting, are you happy?â
âAm I ever happy when Iâm around you?â you tease, lifting only your eyes from your screen to look at him. Still staring at the TV, you can see the smile on his face, but it almost looks like his jaw is clenching, like heâs fighting saying something back.
âAnd how could I not be happy around you when you treat me like that?â Your eyes linger for a second on his smile before scanning the rest of his body. Even under the long-sleeved dry fit shirt he was wearing, you could see the outline of the muscles that graced his abdomen. His arms looked like they were begging to rip the seam of the shirt, and you wanted nothing more than to take it off of him and just let them free. âDo you like what you see, babe?â you hear him say, snapping you out of the thoughts you were convincing yourself meant nothing as he was looking at you out of the corner of his eye.Â
âIâm trying to picture you as a more attractive guy,â you lie, âIt would be so nice if Elias were here, wouldnât it?âÂ
âIf youâre implying that you want a threesome, then I donât think I could do it with a teammate,â he laughs, his fingers tightening around your shin. Would Elias be better than Matthew? Any guy would be better than Matthew, you tell yourself. Heâs your best friend, and nothing more.Â
âWhat have I said about being crude?â you ask him, fixating your eyes on the way heâs biting his bottom lip. âI think Iâm gonna go get my headphones so I can do this project.â You bolt from the living room to your bedroom, leaving Matthew there by himself while you search for your phone in a panic.Â
âHey, is everything ok?â Evelina says on the other end of the phone call as you try to search for your AirPods in the mess that was your room.
âNo, Matthew is here.â
âAnd thatâs bad because?â she asks, drawing out her last word.
Groaning, you drop your phone on your desk, prompting Matthew to call to you asking if you were ok. âIâm fine, donât worry.â Turning back to Evelina, clearly in a panic that she could hear in your voice, âMatthew is here and I think Iâm horny.â
âYouâre always horny for him because youâre in love with him.â
âIâm not in love with him and Iâm honry because I havenât been touched by a man in like, three months. Itâs starvation.â
You hear her groan on the other end, her parents voices in the background. âHold on, I need to go into another room,â she says. âOk, so you really told me two days when you got home that you and Matthew nearly fucked in public in the liquor store. You have been touched by a man. He was also practically feeling you up at the bar a week ago, might I remind you.âÂ
âI donât love him,â you say, unprompted, âAnd he never even kissed me.â
âSays that hickey that you somehow didnât notice he gave you?â she says, you turning to your mirror to touch the mark she was talking about. You honestly didnât know it was there until she said something to you when you walked in the door. âIf you donât love him, why donât you just tell him to leave?â
âI want company and heâs the only thing I have when you arenât here. Really, this is all your fault.â
âThat was so sweet until you blamed me. If you donât want him to leave then whatâs the problem?â
âHorny,â you say at the same time. âEither do something about it or control yourself, babe, but Iâve gotta go. Miss you, love you,â she says, hanging up when you finally find your AirPods.
Pulling up your playlist so itâs already playing when you get to Matthew, you donât even look at him as you take your computer back in your lap and throw your legs in his. You can feel his eyes tracing the outline of your body even under the baggy sweatshirt you had on from a college you never went to.Â
You had worked for what was probably a solid half hour, Matthew mindlessly rubbing his hand on your leg like he did before, you needing to do everything in your power to stop from thinking about and wanting more. You were interrupted by Matthew reaching over and tugging on the hem of your shorts. âAre you really listening to Christmas music right now?â
âIs it that loud?â you ask, turning the volume down immediately.
âNo, I can read your lips. You were mouthing âFeliz Navidad,â and âSleigh Ride.ââ
âOh, then, yes,â your cheeks flushed with embarrassment that you didnât even realize you were doing that.Â
âItâs March, babe.â
âOk, but Christmas music is fine year round.â
âNo?â he questions.
âSo Iâm going to tell you why youâre wrong,â you start, moving your computer to the table so you donât drop it, provoking a laugh to escape from his lips, âWhile I donât agree with all things in Catholic and the broader Christian doctrine, there are things I can agree with basically because they are up for interpretation, so I interpret them in the way I like. Take, for example, the ninth commandment: love thy neighbor. Some people take it as a literal âlove thy neighborâ as in âbe a good neighbor,â to the ones who live next door, but I think itâs a matter of caring for those around you, neighbor not being the person immediately next to you wherever you live, but just other people in general.â
âWhat is your point?â he asks, a devilish grin spread across his face.
âMy point is that the Bible, which is the end all be all of Catholic doctrine according to some people, is up for interpretation and people use it the way that benefits them, no matter how wrong they normally are. In Hebrews 13:15, it says, âThrough him let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge his name,â thereby, justifying and promoting listening to Christmas music year round. It praises Jesus, who is one of the persons that make up God, and doing year round is continuous.â
âI donât think thatâs how that works.â
âHey, if people can be assholes and use a 2,000 year old book to try to wrongly justify their bigotry and homophobia, why canât I use it to rightly justify my listening to christmas music all year?â
âAre you Catholic?â
âNo, but that doesnât mean I canât learn about it and keep the things that I like with me. Iâm not Jesuit but I follow their ideals like âcare for the whole personâ and âbe a man or woman with and for other.â And Evelinaâs parents are very religious, so we kind of put up a front whenever they visit to please them. They still think we go to Mass every Sunday.âÂ
âIs that why thereâs sometimes a crucifix by the door?â he asks, you nodding along. âAnd that weird Jesus magnet where he has a chefs hat and it says âfish and bread are servedâ underneath him?â
âYeah, I think her dad superglued that to the fridge because no matter how many times weâve tried to get it off it wonât budge. Plus itâs a reference to another Bible passage.âÂ
âI went to a Catholic high school, remember? I already knew that.â You canât help but return the smile he was sending your way, this time your eyes flicking down to his lips, you unsure if his were doing the same. You snap out of it, biting your lip and making eye contact with Matthew, both of you breathing slightly unevenly at just thinking about what you could do with each other. Was Evelina right that you two loved each other?
No, she couldnât be right, because you didnât love him. You pick your computer back up to get back to work, not saying another word as Matthew turned back to the TV. You hit a deadend, finding yourself back to staring at Matthewâs perfect face while his eyes narrowed and a small smirk formed on his lips at something funny on whatever movie or show he was watching.Â
âUgh, fuck,â you groan, Matthewâs head snapping to your direction as you cover your face with your hands. âI donât want to do this anymore.âÂ
He reaches over and pulls your hands from your face, intertwining his fingers in yours. âTake a break, I brought food for us.âÂ
âYou didnât cook it yourself, did you?â you ask. The last time he had made food for you, you were sick for a week from what youâre sure was food poisoning from something being undercooked.
He laughs, the pad of his thumb rubbing your palms. You could feel your breathing get shallow by this, trying to ignore it while heâs talking to you. âNo, I got it from the store down the road, already made. Mac and Cheese!â he says, pulling it out of the bag.
You roll your eyes at his stupidity. âMatthew, weâve been sitting here for over two hours, why would you leave that on the table instead of in the fridge?â
âItâs still warm!â he argues, opening it, âOh and it smells so bad.â You burst out laughing as he cringes, closing it immediately. âIâll order something else.âÂ
You get up to go throw out the now rancid mac and cheese in the kitchen. âHey, where do you want to order from?â you hear Matthew call, walking into the kitchen behind you.
The list.Â
Itâs on the fridge.
Practically throwing yourself at it to try to tear it down in time, you rip it off the fridge and fold it up in your hand just in time for Matthew to come in. âAre you ok?â he asks you, noticing your slightly faster breathing and your hands behind your back.
âYeah, the smell was just bad,â you lie to him, shoving the list in the band of your shorts. âAnd I was looking at the Jesus magnet.âÂ
âThat thing is so creepy,â he says, both of you looking at it. Knowing Matthew, you try as discreetly as possible to move the paper to your front so he canât feel it as he inevitably presses his front to your back, his arms draping over your shoulders. Without thinking, you reach up to touch his hands as he rests his head on yours. âItâs way too white to be Jesus.â
His arms move their way down your body, settling around your waist as he starts to nibble at your ear. âGod, you are so sexy,â you hear him let out.
âYouâre awfully handsy lately, arenât you Matty?â
âOh come on,â he says, turning you around to face him, practically pinning you against the fridge, âYou know weâre always like this with each other.âÂ
You smile at him, cupping his face in your hands as you run the pads of your thumbs along his cheeks. âWe have a weird...â you start, trying to figure out the right word to describe whatever it was you had with him, âfriendship,â you settle on, not exactly liking the word yourself as your tried to hide the cringe you were sure was appearing on your face.Â
He swallows hard at that word. Even relationship would have been better, even if it were more broad than âfriendship.â At least it wasnât such a narrow word. It felt like even if you didnât finish the list you didnât know he knew about, you would never see him as more than a friend. âWell, thatâs what makes it my favorite friendship.âÂ
The two of you stand there for a minute, holding each other and gazing into the others eyes. You could feel your breathing slow down studying Matthewâs facial features again, thinking only of how perfect they looked to you in that moment. âWe should figure out where weâre getting food from,â you say, dragging your hands down his chest before dropping him all together.Â
He could have stared at you like that forever. He really couldnât think of anyone more perfect than you, anyone he would want to look at besides you. âWhat are you in the mood for?â he asks, moving over to the counter. Opening your fridge, you remember you still have the list folded in the band of your shorts, throwing it in before grabbing some water out. âWhat did you just throw in there?â Matthew asked you, having watched your every move.
âUh, Evelina and I have this weird list that weâre putting together, it didnât feel right to have Jesus looking over it all of a sudden,â you tell him, âBut now that you had mac and cheese on my mind, I kind of want that.â
âOh, no, youâre not changing the subject that easily,â he says, trying to reach around you to open the fridge.Â
âNo, come on, itâs mostly Evelinaâs and I donât know if she would want you seeing it,â you lie, batting your eyes at him and trying to contort your face to make it look like you would cry if he tried anything else. He couldnât see the list of things you hate about it. He couldnât find out about it.Â
He sighs, knowing he wasnât going to win this one. âI ordered you mac and cheese but Iâll pay for it if you tell me the subject of the list?â he tries to bargain.Â
âUh, itâs a list of kinks,â you lie, not knowing what else to say, and usure why that was the first thing that came to mind.
His eyes go wide, pretending to be shocked. It was the list of ten things you hate about him. It had to be. He grins anyway, trying to hide the pain he felt knowing that the list was already started, and probably nearly finished at this point, âAre any of them your kinks?âÂ
âYeah,â you start to lie to him again, a grin on your face, âOne of them says, âWhen Matthew leaves me alone.ââ
He scrunches up his face, pretending to be hurt by your comment as he walks back to your living room. âOh you know just how to break my heart, pretty girl.â You follow him, plopping down next to him on your couch.Â
You pick up your computer, snuggling into his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you. âI have no desire to do this project.âÂ
âWhy donât we watch something on TV then and you can work again after we eat?â he suggests. You nod, putting the computer back down, surrendering to his pout. You feel him kiss the top of your head, scrolling through the channels. âWhat about Lilo and Stitch?â he asks when he finds it on one of the channels.Â
âUgh, I love this movie, but the American treatment of Hawaiians is awful, and I just canât help but think about it every time I watch,â you say, thinking you were being annoying. âSorry,â you apologize. Evelina was used to your rants, even if you were sure she normally tuned them out. You didnât think Matthew wanted to listen to another rant from you.Â
âDonât get me started?â he asks, referring to the game you and the guys played at the bar.
âDonât get me started on the American colonization of Hawaii. The Cookesâ went to Hawaii and pretty much obliterated the royal bloodline. The king of Hawaii had the Cookes build boarding schools for the royal children, with good intentions that they would be able to educate his children on royal customs to effectively rule their land. Instead, the Cookes took the Hawaiian customs and told them they were wrong, imparting their own customs on them, instead. They wanted he land for America, they wanted to eliminate the Hawaiian culture and make them as American as possible,â you say. âThe Hawaiian people were a very sex positive people, but oh no, American Catholic education and their âno sex is the safest sexâ ideal stopped the children from living the lives they grew up expected to live. If a boy was found in a girls room doing anything in these boarding schools, they would beat the children as punishment, and probably other things that weren't even recorded. There are actually a decent number of Wikipedia pages that have had this information erased, like when you go back into the edit history. The sources, as they claimed, werenât valid, but in reality they werenât the Cookesâ American-centric description of these schools. They even went so far as introducing sports into the schools as âan antidote to the worst evil of all: sexual promiscuity,ââ you comment, drawing a laugh from Matthew. âBecause we all know how much athletes hate sex, right?âÂ
You look up at Matthew, him beaming down at you as Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride starts ironically playing in the background, âYeah, we hate that,â he whispers. You swallow hard, trying to ignore any feelings that might be coming up at the sight of Matthew biting his bottom lip.Â
âAmericanâs always just insert themselves where they donât belong,â you finish, settling your head back onto his shoulder as he pulls you closer to him.Â
âWhy do you know all of this?â he asks.
You shrug, not really sure how to answer, âI donât know. When Iâm doing work I see one word and it sends my mind into this never ending tangent and I end up looking up stuff online and reading for hours.âÂ
âYou really are the smartest person I know,â he says with a sigh, âWhy hasnât Ev told her parents about hiding the Catholic stuff until they come?âÂ
You shrug, âI donât know. I never asked, she just told me it was something she needed to do, so I did it with her. Thatâs her own cross to bear,â you say, taking a minute to realize the really bad pun you just made. âAh! See what I did there!â you practically yell, Matthew groaning.
âOn that note, I think I need to leave,â he jokes, getting up off the couch.
âOh, come on, no!â you beg, taking him by the hand and trying to drag him back down to the couch. âI donât want you to leave,â you let out as he pulls you off the couch.Â
âReally?â he asks you, sitting back down on the couch, your hands still connected.
Standing over him you nod as he pulls you into his lap, straddling him. He pulls you as close to him as you can, your hands wrapped around the back of his neck. Your mind flashes back to the liquor store, the feeling that came over you as he worked his way along your body like you had a feeling he was about to do again.Â
âCome on Matthew, you know this isnât something we do,â you tease, even though you canât help but look at his lips, the urge to kiss him creeping up on you as you tried desperately to suppress it. If any guy had taken you into his lap like Matthew just did, you would want to do the same thing. You were just desperate for a man, not desperate for Matthew.Â
âWe canât do anything?â he teases, going for your neck again. You let out a moan, praying that he doesnât leave any more marks that youâll have to cover up later.Â
âWait,â you say to him, pulling him off of you. He looks slightly upset, not sure what to do next. âAh, fuck it,â you think to yourself, pulling his shirt off over his head, tossing it to the side and returning the favor of the hickey he gave you. You suck on his skin, listening to the moans that escaped from his lips this time, feeling him grow hard the longer you were at it. He clenches his hands on your butt, pulling you even closer to him. You work your way up his neck and to his jaw, his grip getting tighter the closer you were to his lips. You had no idea what was coming over you and causing you to want to do this, but nothing in that moment felt better. Nothing in your life had ever felt better as you kissed his face the way he did to you the other day, hearing him moan more and more with every connection you made.Â
Your lips are millimeters from his, both of you practically begging the other for connection when youâre startled by the sound of Matthewâs phone ringing. You both laugh, foreheads pressed together. One more second and it would have happened. âI think that means our food is here.âÂ
âPerfect fucking timing,â he mutters, not loud enough for you to hear as you get up to go grab the food. He couldnât believe you just did that. He checks his neck in his phone camera, seeing it littered with the red marks you had left for him. He reaches up to touch them, smiling for some reason. Thereâs no way this list would work against him, would it?Â
You come back, him practically throwing his phone so you donât see what heâs doing, settling down on the couch with each other eating the food. Your mind starts racing with thoughts about what just happened. There was no way you really wanted that, did you? Well, you wanted a manâs touch, but it didnât necessarily have to be Matthew. It could be any guy.Â
âI have another thing for the list,â you text Evelina, your eyes moving between your phone screen and his hands holding his food, careful not to look up at his face.
âGood, god, what?â
âI hate the way he stares,â you send her, finally looking up, not taking your eyes off Matthew as the two of you canât help but stare at each other.
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I HAVE READ THAT THE REQUESTS ARE OPEN AND I HOPE I AM NOT WRONG, can I request Jumin engaging with MC about the random talks she has with him? And like looking at her and thinking: with all the weirdness, she is still cute?? AND THANK YOU!!
Haha, this mustâve been a minute ago because I canât remember the last time my requests were open fkdslfjkasd but they will be !! I just need to get all the prompts currently in my inbox finished, including this one! But regardless, I hope you have a marvelous day and enjoy! Thank you
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When Jumin first met you heâd noticed a few things. Of course several of those being your constant kindness, patience, and support of him. Jumin would never quite be able to express just how much that meant to him â how much you meant to him.Â
However, heâd also noticed another, peculiar trait of yours. Your active imagination.
Heâd never met someone whose mind wandered like yours did. They werenât the prodding, incessant comments of 707 or ramblings from Yoosung to avoid his work. No, you just⌠thought about a variety of things.Â
Itâd first occurred during the afternoon, while Jumin was working. Heâd just gotten out of a meeting, looking at the overview just to refresh his mind before he returned to his emails when you called.Â
âHi honey!â Your voice was a cheerful welcome to the otherwise monotonous day heâd been experiencing. âWould you help me with something?âÂ
Jumin chuckled. âOf course.âÂ
Heâd assumed itâd be deciding your upcoming meal or an activity youâd planned for that afternoon. Something of a usual sort you could tell him about when he came home that evening. Instead, he got something, far different.Â
âDo you think dinosaurs had feelings?âÂ
Jumin sat there a moment, stunned. âDo I⌠what?âÂ
You giggled softly. âI know itâs weird but I canât get it out of my head! Probably because last time 707 visited he made me watch a bunch of dinosaur documentaries.âÂ
âWhy did he do that?âÂ
âBecause he cried watching one of the episodes late one night and wanted someone else to âknow his painâ.âÂ
A grin tugged at Juminâs lips. âThatâs not very nice.âÂ
âNo, but it got me thinking! Throughout the show whenever something bad happened the dinosaurs did look sort of sad! And I know theyâre just animated, but do you think actual dinosaurs had feelings?âÂ
Jumin actually considered the question, moving aside his papers and thumping his fingers against the desk in thought. âI mean surely nothing beyond pure instincts, donât you think?âÂ
âI thought that too but they do have complex behaviors â the documentaries said they did nesting, raised their young, and a lot of them traveled in packs! Thatâs got to mean something right?âÂ
Jumin leaned back in his seat. âIn a sense, but plenty of animals do that today, and we donât consider them to have complex emotions.âÂ
You laughed and Jumin could hear you falling against pillows. âFair enough. Not everyone can be like Elizabeth 3rd.â She meowed at the mention of her name.Â
âItâs an unfortunate fact.âÂ
A moment afterward you switched to the next topic thatâd come to your mind. It was about the most interesting fact youâd learned about milk not actually being a pleasant drink for cats. Jumin had scribbled that somewhere in his notes for further research. Perhaps milk healthy for cats could be produced?
He found himself so caught up in your constant flow of thoughts he delayed a meeting, only realizing it was actually important when Jahee approached his desk and tapped the names upon the clipboard, urgently.Â
âOh. Thank you, it entirely slipped my mind.â Jumin brought the phone back up to his ear. âCan we continue this conversation when I get home? It should be just after this meeting.âÂ
âOf course!â You gasped, realizing the time thatâd passed. âCan you tell Jahee Iâm sorry for keeping you distracted?âÂ
She mustâve heard you over the phone because she simply nodded, failing to hide the tiniest smile on her fact upon you mentioning her name.Â
âIâll be sure to. I love you.âÂ
You softened. âI love you too.âÂ
Jumin came back home when the oranges, reds, and purples clearly painted the skies with the arrival of dusk. You were staring at the old culinary books Juminâs grandmother had passed down to him years and years ago. He hardly used it, unless he wanted to burn down his home, but it held sentimental value. You werenât an experienced chef by any means, but youâd taken up the difficult task of teaching Jumin â so far his most elaborate dish being macaroni.Â
âAre we trying out a new recipe?â Jumin asked, approaching the dinner table where you sat. Your eyes scanned continuously from page to page and your index finger glided along with the pictures. He set a hand on your shoulder and leaned down to press a kiss on your head.Â
You sat up with a faint âoh!â, turning around to face him. âIâm so sorry I just got completely lost in thought!â You scrambled to your feet, and Jumin chuckled at the display. Although he wasnât opposed to the kisses you peppered him with.Â
âWhat were you wondering?â He asked, having to fight against falling against you when you parted.Â
âWell!â You tapped the pages of the old book. âYoosung texted me after we got off the phone, asking if he should cook something or bake something, and I didnât entirely get the difference, so I thought Iâd look in these books!âÂ
âDid you find your answer?âÂ
You tipped your head from side to side. âSort of, but it also just led to more questions?âÂ
Jumin sat down beside you and you told it all to him. At times youâd even talk a bit too fast for him to keep up, apologizing embarrassedly when Jumin would simply admit it was charming. He adored your excitement.Â
Apparently, when youâd read in the books that cooking was âa method of preparing food by using heat,â while baking was âa method of preparing food by also using heat,â you were at least a little dumbfounded.Â
Yoosung had said âthereâs some difference but itâs not like I really know!âÂ
So, without any other option, you took to the internet. The most âcredibleâ website youâd come across stated one was considered art while the other a science. That had only furthered your pit of confusion.Â
âWhy is cooking an art but baking a science? Why is there a difference?â You wrinkled your nose, huffing.
âThereâs nothing in the books?â Jumin asked.
âNothing! One question from Yoosung has ruined me!âÂ
Jumin grinned. âDown a rabbit hole are we?âÂ
âYouâd want to join me?âÂ
He leaned forward, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket almost how one would roll up their sleeves. It was⌠vaguely dramatic. âYou say that like Iâd rather do anything else.âÂ
It never surprised you how long you could keep yourself distracted.Â
Apparently, cooking was considered art because one could change the measurements and ingredients to oneâs own will. Baking, on the other hand, was science for its need for accuracy.Â
âThat seems subjective,â Jumin remarked, staring at your phone screen where the website shined. âWe baked that cake last month and didnât follow the recipe exactly.â
âDidnât it burn and taste like cardboard?âÂ
Jumin paused. âI â some people might like cardboard.âÂ
âYou included?âÂ
âThat would make sense given my abilities.âÂ
You took his hand and squeezed his palm, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. âI love your cardboard cakes.âÂ
He never entirely wiped the smile that brought to his face.Â
However, chaos ensued again in the home when the topic of âbaking versus broilingâ appeared. How one could even compare the broiling of meat with the baking of pastries made you contemplate the concept of baking as a whole. And then the concept of concepts. It was a fascinating spiral.Â
Jumin found himself simply listening as you raved, one hand held in your own and the other holding his chin. Heâd never met someone so prone to contemplation. Usually, Jumin shoved all unnecessary thoughts to the back of his head but you not only accepted them you welcomed them. It brought out some of the most passion and enthusiasm Jumin had ever seen in someone.Â
âCuteâŚâÂ
You paused in your tirade. You stared at Jumin with eyes widening to the size of saucers. âWhat?âÂ
âItâs cute, seeing you so impassioned. I always enjoy hearing your voice but I rarely witness you so riled up. Itâs adorable.âÂ
Youâd stopped dead in your tracks, red quickly taking over your cheeks. You ducked your head away in embarrassment.Â
âYou donât have to hide.â Jumin chuckled. âWeâre married!âÂ
âI know I just-â You turned back to him and revealed a smile stretching from ear to ear. âthat makes me really happy â you make me really happy.âÂ
You were the only one who made it so easy to melt his heart. A gentle warmth like a candle flickered to life in his chest. Jumin brought your chairs even closer together â the faintest âclackâ of the seats as they bumped.
Jumin laughed. âDonât get me started.âÂ
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